Which was probably why I was stuck with being a fucking fielder with Tiffany. I fielded the messes left by the batters or offensive players in her life. I was the soft shoulder. As Tiffany leaned against my side, I listened to how upset she was over the break-up with Raymond. She had been seeing him since school got out lastMay.
“How do you spend every day with someone and everything is fine, then school starts, and it goes to hell?” She sniffled and wiped her nose on the wad of crumpled tissues that were balled up in her hands. “Right before my birthday,too.”
I shrugged. I really had no clue, and it sucked that her birthday was next weekend. I thought about the on again, off again relationship that I had had with Catrina. We had a toxic thing going on for months. But the day she hit me reminded me of my mom, and that wasit.
“I was what he wanted all summer. He didn’t have a problem banging me every which way, but Saturday,” sheexplained.
I tried stifling a small laugh, but let it out. I glanced at Tiffany, and she had been looking up atme.
“What?” she asked and grinned when she saw me smile. “What are you laughing at,Ry?”
“Nothing.” We both burst out laughing, and she playfully punched my knee. “Bang you every which way, but Saturday,” I repeated the phrase she had used. “I’ve never heard that before and it struck mefunny.”
Our laughter continued until it had been doused by our kisses. The kisses became few and far between as Tiffany pulled my belt loose and rubbed my cock over my boxers. She looked at me from a kneeling position while her hands went up the legs of my boxers. I had to close my eyes when she took hold of my hardeningdick.
“I’m going to show you what I’d do for him almost every day. You tell me if you’d give itup.”
Tiffany had blown me before, and I had been very well aware of her oral skills. I tried to block things out of my mind as her fingernails dug into my hips. When I didn’t think that I could handle her fingernails anymore, I took a step back and withdrew. She stared at me like I had been crazy for stepping back from her mouth. Then the look of doubt crept across her face. Her boyfriend just dumped her, and she was so proud of her oral sex skills that I had just backed awayfrom.
It wasn’t her; it was me. She didn’t know or understand why I backed up, and I had no idea how to ever explain something as fucked up like that to her. I never would. No one ever needed toknow.
I retrieved my wallet from my pants and pulled out a condom. When I waved it in front of Tiffany, her hurt frown turned into a seductive smile. She playfully slapped my knee and stoodup.
“I thought you were telling me ‘no’ or to stop,” she saidshyly.
I shook my head as I rolled the condomon.
“No. I thought this would be funtoo.”
I kicked my pants off and followed Tiffany to her bed. She eagerly got on the bed on her hands and knees and waited for me. I stroked my shaft as I walked to the bed. I knelt behind her and teased her by just allowing my cock head to disappear into her hungrypussy.
“Come on, Ry. Give it to me, baby,” she said in a sultryvoice.
The sultry voice was almost enough for me not to feel the kick in my stomach when she called me “baby.”Almost.
“Yeah! Fuck!” Tiffany moaned out as our bodies crashed into one another. “Just like that,Ry!”
Like every other time, our bodies found a perfect rhythm. Aside from our moans and occasional short bursts of four lettered swear words, the only sound was my groin as it slapped against her asscheeks.
And, like almost every other time, I came first. When I felt her pussy grab my dick, I relaxed some. At least she had come. That would have sucked if she hadn’t after her shittyday.
Tiffany moved away from my dick and collapsed on her bed while I sat back on my heels. This was always the awkward part for me, and she knew it. I felt her eyes on me as I touched my rubber clad dick. The sound of her giggle and the touch of her hand on the inside of my leg caused me to look up at her. Though her smile was bright, her eyes were still red and swollen from her cryfest.
“Oh, Ry,” she murmured. “Someday you will enjoy the aftermath just as much as thesex.”
I forced a smile and looked down at the sheets. She knew this part was awkward for me, but she never pushed at me for answers; unlike Catrinahad.
“You know, Ry, women will find you hard to be with if you can’t meet them in the middle. It’s not just fuck andgo.”
“I know,” I admitted and glanced ather.
“You’re a good guy, Ryan. I want you to behappy.”
“I amhappy.”
She rolled her eyes at me and stroked her nipples lightly. My eyes now had something to focus on instead of the awkwardconversation.
“How many girlfriends have you had,Ry?”
