Sliding into Home

Holly clicked off the computer, and uttered a frustrated curse under her breath. She leaned her elbows on the desk, her chin in her hands and glared at the blank screen. Cybersex. Shaking her head, Holly pushed her chair away from the desk. She rose, stretched and stuck her tongue out at the computer. She knew it was childish, but with no one around to see her, it didn't really matter.

"Cybersex!" she said aloud to the empty room. "That's what my love life is reduced to now is it?" Holly pushed her long fingers through her dark tresses and fought the urge to kick something. Since Brad and she had broken up seven months earlier, Holly had stayed away from anything remotely resembling a relationship. Brad's need for variety in the bedroom had never been a problem. His need for a variety of women had been their downfall. He didn't just have an eye for the ladies, he had a hard cock for them too. The last thing Holly wanted or needed was to get her heart broken again, and that's all she could think about when she thought about men. Well, it was almost all she thought about. She couldn't deny the sexual longings she still felt despite her fears of getting involved. That's what led to her curiosity about cybersex in the first place. Holly's best friend swore by it. Laura sometimes shared some of the more stellar events with Holly during coffee breaks at work.

"There is . . . nothing like it! Nothing!" Laura stated, an impish gleam in her eye, after describing her latest online tryst. "No balled up socks near the laundry basket, no dirty dishes piling up in the sink over night, and nobody accusing you of being too emotional when you cry at the movies. And of course you know the best part," Laura leaned in close so only her friend could hear her. "Absolutely incredible orgasms. I mean, who knows the most intimate parts of you better than you?"

Holly glanced at the dark screen mocking her now, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "I'm just not good at that, I guess." She'd found the site Laura swore by and tried for twenty minutes to come up with a name for herself someone else hadn't already taken. She didn't want to choose a name that would give men the wrong impression of her, or add a number onto a name already familiar to the regulars on the site. Once she'd settled on a name, and finally logged on, she hadn't even said so much as hello in the chat room when private IM's started popping up left and right. All for sex! Nobody bothered getting to know anybody. No matter what she said to these men, to try to get to know these virtual strangers, they wanted to turn it into something sexual as quickly as possible.

"I don't want sex right now. I'm just looking around." she typed.

"Oh. You like to watch? One on one, or threesomes?"

"Man/woman sex or lesbians? You can watch me and my girlfriend if you want."

Holly felt a little shiver of revulsion run down her spine as she thought about it and suddenly, her once benign little computer had become a looming enemy out to taunt her. Grabbing her keys and slipping into her running shoes, Holly rushed out of the house. Behind her the door slammed, as if reverberating the frustration she felt. She had no idea where she was going, just . . . anywhere but there.

Her steady pace took her through the down town area of their small town, past the hospital on the hill and finally down to the park near the creek. The scenery she passed barely registered; she was too lost in thought. The truth she most wanted to deny was that on some level, all those people anxious for sex had turned her on — even if it was only a little. If it hadn't been so sudden, so freakishly slammed on her, maybe she would have been more willing to try it. She'd gone to the trouble of thinking up just the right name hadn't she? Instead though, the experience had only made her hunger for sex stronger when she most wanted, no — needed — release. She longed for the real thing with a physical ache that was almost more than she could bear.

The crack of a bat and cheering from the stands to her right, broke through the cyber-imposed cloud she'd been walking under. Her heart caught in her throat for a moment as she studied the players on the field. From this distance, the players rushing round the bases all looked miniature, but the colors of their uniforms registered fully. One of the teams was dressed in red and white. Holly remembered with sudden clarity, the man she'd bumped into at the grocery store last week. His black eyes, so deep and penetrating had held her momentarily tranced on first meeting. Dark tendrils of hair peeked out from under the red baseball cap he wore, and Holly had been overcome by a sudden urge to reach up and brush her fingers along his shadowed jawline.

He'd been wearing a red and white baseball uniform and when he smiled at her, apologized for bumping into her - although technically it had been her fault - all she'd managed to do was stammer and run away. Once a safe distance from him, she'd turned to look at him again and only saw a bright red number 17 moving further away from her. She could just imagine what Laura would have said if she'd been there. "Now that looks like a body made for pleasing a woman. A man's man as the saying goes, which we all know is really a woman's man. Good looking, built to last, the kind of guy you could fall in love with . . . all night long." Sometimes Holly wished she had half the balls Laura did when it came to getting what she wanted with men. Holly continued to watch the game from afar, but curiosity won out and she slowly approached the stands.

Number 17. That was the number on the back of his shirt. Okay, then, Holly mused, If I see a number seventeen on one of those red and white shirts, I'll stay and watch. All her nerves seemed to tingle at once when she saw the number emblazoned across the familiar shirt now stealing third. Taking her eyes off him long enough to fnd a good seat, Holly hurriedly settled in, her eyes seeking him again right away. He was still on third, his eyes moving between the pitcher, the batter, the ump and the coach. He nodded at the coach, touched the tip of his cap, then his cheek, and readied himself to run. Holly watched intently, sure that she was feeling his adrenalin pumping through her veins. Staring at his strong legs, the muscled arms, Holly felt a glorious warmth spreading throughout her entire body, travelling down through her hips, her thighs, and settling as wetness between her legs.

If he makes it home, I'll take it as a sign . . . a sign of. . . . Her mind grasped for something it could symbolize. I'll take it as a sign that cybersex is okay. She didn't let herself entertain the idea of actually being with the player.

Ball and bat connected, sending the small orb of leather rocketing toward right field. Number 17 ran for home, and Holly cheered loud with the rest of the crowd as one cleat touched the base and the ump gave the familiar sign for 'safe.' Holly put her fingers to her mouth and whistled long and loud. For a brief moment, his eyes met hers before he disappeared into the dug out.

Holly had come upon the game at the bottom of the sixth inning. As early evening gave way to dusk, the game played on. She missed most of what was happening on the field whenever he was in the dugout. A few times, she even thought he'd been staring at her with a returned intensity. But with his eyes shaded by the cap, the moment would pass and she couldn't be sure if it had happened or if she wanted it so badly, she'd imagined it. With each new goal he set for himself on the field, Holly set new symbolism to his actions. If he gets that guy out, I'll have sex with the first guy who IM's me. If he hits it to left field, I'll give an online blowjob.

As the game progressed, her eyes never left him. Until she was in the throes of fantasy, Holly hadn't known she could possibly be more turned on than she had been when she'd first spotted that big number on his back - but that's exactly what was happening.

Holly wasn't just seeing a stranger on a field. She was imagining him naked, picturing his facial expressions when she took his cock in her mouth, imagined his fingers winding through her hair, pulling her towards him, pushing his cock further as she willingly took him deeper into her mouth. She imagined her hands kneading, stroking, scratching at his buttocks as she let him fuck her mouth. She could almost hear him groaning as she held his cock, rubbing it gently against her cheek, while she licked and gently sucked and nipped his balls with her teeth. When the throbbing in his penis grew to a steady rythym, she envisioned herself licking, then sucking the tip, gently letting her teeth trace a path from the head to the base, her tongue rolling round and round, as far down as she could manage before pulling him a little ways out of her mouth and suddenly taking him in all at once, fucking his cock hard with her wet mouth until he thrust hard and let out the half sigh, half groan that indicated he'd be coming in her mouth any second. A small sigh escaped Holly's lips as she pictured him writhing again and again against her lips while she swallowed his orgasm in long gulps, his fingers wrapped hard into the trendrils of her long hair. Holly was acutely aware of her wetness, of her throbbing clit. She looked around a little nervously, hoping that her thoughts hadn't somehow been on display for all the world to see. For the most part, the cheering fans were as oblivious to her as she had been to them. Holly smiled, then bit her lower lip. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. One thing she was certain of now, was that when she got home, she'd have cybersex, and with every word exchanged, her mind would be completely turned to the baseball player. She'd pretend it was him doing all the things Laura had told her cyber lovers like to do.

When the game ended with a score of 9 to 7, and a win for the red team, Holly felt as though her body was humming. The fantasies had continued to the point that Holly had gotten so hot watching him, imagining him doing wonderous things with her that she'd actually cum once. She was almost afraid to look around at the others now making their way down the stands to the parking lot, in case they could tell just by looking at her.

Holly had been vaguely aware of the appreciative glances some of the men had been giving her from time to time, and feared her passion was something they could actually see or sense. She decided to wait until the crowd thinned before she attempted to move from her spot on the bench. She sighed and waited, half-impatiently. Just picturing the stranger undressed was enough to set her clit to throbbing all over again. She searched for him, but with everyone moving about, she'd lost sight of him. Holly turned this way and that, her eyes seeking him in desperation. He was nowhere to be seen. Holly didn't move from her place on the bleachers until everyone was gone. Sadly though, that included him. She shook her head. What was she expecting? That he'd come right over, say "Hi, I have a feeling you want to fuck me. Guess what? The feeling is mutual." And then what?

The only real sign I see around here is that I need to get laid. For real. Holly sighed and with a heavy heart, walked out to the deserted field. She gazed at the dug-out where she thought she'd actually caught him looking at her. But he was gone, probably off with the woman of his dreams, and the looks she thought he'd given her were nothing more than her imagination. The idea of going home and settling for strangers on a screen suddenly didn't seem so . . . right anymore. Her former assessment that it was freakish returned. She strolled over to the dug-out and stared into it with unseeing eyes, not sure what she should do now. Maybe just go home and pull out the overused vibrator? Or nothing. Holly admitted to herself that it wasn't just sex she wanted. It was sex with him, Number 17. She stepped into the dug-out and noticed a baseball and glove tucked into one corner of the bench, as if overlooked in the rush to leave. She sat down next to them and picked up the ball.

"Hello Mr. Ball. Looks like you're the closet thing I'll be seeing to a man's balls for who knows how long. I see you're in the same boat as me. Unnoticed, unwanted."

"Uh, don't let me interrupt."

Holly jumped and her gaze shot toward the deep voice that had just spoken. Her heart raced. It was him. Him! Number 17. Her mouth felt dry and she tried to find words. None would come, so foolishly, she stuck the ball out towards him. His laugh was warm and rich, and sent shivers down her spine.

"Thanks. I thought afterwards what a dumb idea that was. But it worked." he said.

"Yeah. Guess so," Holly said, surprised that her voice sounded so calm as she tried to make sense of what he was talking about. She expected she'd stumble over her words. He walked toward her and Holly stood up, still holding the ball out to him. He put one hand over the ball, the other on her wrist. As if her arms had gone suddenly limp, she didn't resist when he took the ball and let it fall to the ground, and still holding her wrist with one hand, slid the other into hers as if to shake hands.

"Always pleased to meet a fan." he said, stepping still closer. "At least, the way you were looking at me, I'm assuming you're a fan." Holly nodded slowly, her breath catching in her throat as he lifted one hand, his eyes leaving hers for only a moment when he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "I was afraid I'd never see you again after we, uh. . . met. At the store last week."

"I was afraid of that too." Holly said breathlessly. Ah, yes. Her voice was betraying her now, as she feared it might.

"You couldn't take your eyes off me since you got here." he said, stating what they both knew to be fact. So she hadn't been wrong after all. He had noticed her. "I had to take my eyes off you, or risk losing the game and my buddies kickin' me off the team." His smile was so sexy, Holly couldn't help but smile herself. Without her really being aware of it, he'd begun to trace small circles on the palm of her hand. He was so close, she could feel his warm breath on her skin. He leaned in close as if he meant to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Tell me why you're here."

Because I want to fuck you so badly, Holly thought. She said, "I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you."

He laughed and gestured his head towards the glove still lying forgotten on the bench. "I wasn't sure if you'd caught my signal or not. I lost sight of you, so I wasn't sure."

Holly was perplexed for just a moment until she realized what he was saying. The glove and ball! It was a sign. Not a made-up one either, but one he'd left for her. A chill ran down her spine as she considered where she was standing. She hadn't seen him give her any signal, but here she was all the same.

"So, is that all? You just want to talk to me?" He slipped one hand round her waist and held her chin with the other as he bent to kiss her. She didn't resist. They both knew why they were there. The heat between them was something they could almost reach out and touch. As his lips moved over hers, she opened her mouth gently to his. The sensation sent a thrill directly to her already wet pussy. The delicacy was tingling but Holly wanted more. She pressed her lips more fervently to his, her tongue seeking his and he responded in kind, a small groan escaping into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together and she could feel his hardness pressing against the top of her mound. She pressed her body harder to his while his tongue in her mouth took her to greater heights. He slowly pulled his tongue back and bit her lower lip gently as he let his lips trail towards her cheek.

"No, please." Holly said, "Please kiss me. And please don't laugh when I tell you great kissing can make me cum."

Number 17 groaned and kissed her hard, barely pausing long enough to mutter, "I'm not laughing. I want you to cum for me, baby."

Holly whimpered as he kissed her more deeply, his hands sliding down to grasp her bottom and pull her closer into him. She felt his cock throb against her lower belly as their tongues continued their exploration. With the workup she'd just had for the last three and a half innings, Holly was more than ready for this. She whimpered again and panted out "I'm coming. Oh God. I'm coming."

It had been far too long since she'd had sex and Holly knew that for her, this was only the beginning of an awesome orgasm that wouldn't truly end, but only rise and fall with the passion they shared. He held her trembling body as the orgasm washed through her, his lips hungrily tracing a path down her neck. Holly closed her eyes and let the sensations carry her away while under her breath she whispered "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Holy . . . fuck. I love this," until the crescendo subsided into a warming bliss. She held to him as his lips searched still further down to the top button of her blouse. He pulled her down on top of him as he sat down on the bench. She helped him undo the buttons as his seeking lips burned against her skin. He smiled and laughed low in his throat when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I didn't feel a bra when you pressed against me, but I wasn't completely sure." Holly remembered the glances from some of the men and suddenly it all made sense. The stares were a physical thing for them, and had nothing to do with her fantasy! Under other circumstances, she might have laughed, but her desire to feel him inside of her was reaching fever pitch more quickly than she could have imagined.

Holly watched his dark hair glisten beneath a glowing red sunset, lost to the scent of him, and the sensation of him as his mouth moved over her breast. He cupped his hand along the side of it and pressed the rounded fullness of it further into his mouth, his tongue sliding over the hard aerola. Holly moaned and grasped his hair, her back arching, bringing his lips harder against her nipple. He tugged at it gently with his teeth before moving on to the other breast, leaving his fingers to pinch and pull at the one now assaulted by the cool air while his warm mouth sucked and licked at the other one. Holly felt herself growing more wet with every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his fingers, and the gentle breeze of the summer wind. She'd been making love to him in her mind for the last three innings and didn't think she could take anymore. She wanted him. Now.

"I need you to fuck me. Please? Let's save the delicacies for some other time." Holly wasn't aware of the invitation she'd just offered, only hoping he'd agree to skip all the foreplay.

The laugh she was already becoming familiar with, echoed against her skin. She worked at the buttons on his shirt, staring into his dark eyes, sparkling with the same intense desire she felt.

"So, you need me to fuck you, do you?" he asked. Holly only nodded. She was glad she hadn't worn tight jeans, but her favorite black hip huggers as he pulled the zipper down on them. She pulled his shirt free from his pants and moved her hands to the throbbing bulge his uniform showed only too clearly. She stroked him through the material and didn't resist when he pulled her head roughly towards his lips and kissed her even more deeply than he had when she came with his kiss. As if choreographed, they continued the exploration of each other's mouths, as Holly rose from him and slipped off her pants and panties while he raised himself off the bench just enough to move his pants down from his cock. The kiss only ended when she straddled him again, and reached her hands behind her to push his pants further down his legs. Sharing a held gaze, they both smiled and he stroked her cheek. His hands cupped her breasts then moved further down between her legs.

"Mmm. You're so wet. You don't just want my hard cock inside you, you need it."

"Yes." Holly said, rising on her knees a little to position herself over his cock. She loved the way he moved it beneath her hand, raising his eyebrows in mock suggestiveness in time to the movements of his cock. He ran his fingers around her clit, then slid them further down. Holly laughed and pulled his hand away.

"I need to feel you inside me. Now . . ." Holly slid his hard rod inside at that very moment so that he gasped. "Can you handle that?" she asked. His hands moved round to cup her ass cheeks and he pulled her harder onto him. They found their rhythm quickly, moving together in perfect unison. Not like any first times I've ever known, Holly thought. This was turning out to be better than she had ever dreamed and her dreams were all good.

"Oh yeah, I can handle you just fine. Can you handle me?"

Holly nodded and moaned. "Yes, yes, yes," she said quickly, losing herself to the rising orgasm already beginning.

"Yeah," he breathed and leaned his head back against the wall. "Fuck my big cock."

The tempo increased as he whispered more sexy things to her. Holly had never told anyone how much it turned her on to be talked to that way during sex. Neither of them held back from fulfilling their own needs at the same time they more than fulfilled one another. They held tight to each other as their bodies practically slammed together in their shared passion. Holly came easily, the orgasm never ending. It only reached its crescendo when he grabbed her hard to him, his shoulders beginning to shudder as he struggled to say the words,

"I'm . . . coming. . . " He groaned as his body jerked with the spasms of his orgasm, and Holly let her orgasm reach its fullness, its release, along with his.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, "Holy fuck, fuck, fuck." She whispered as the aftershocks vibrated through her entire body. The slightest movement of his cock inside her sent another shockwave through her. Spent and completely satisfied, she leaned against his chest, slick with sweat.

"I'm glad I came." Holly whispered, meaning she was glad she'd come to the ball game.

"I'm glad you came too." They both laughed lazily, neither wanting to move yet, but knowing the moment had ended.

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was aware of how odd it was that she didn't feel nervous. Holly didn't feel at all uncomfortable with him as she dressed and they both made jokes about being a mess and being closet exhibitionists.

"I have to admit, " Number 17 said, "this was a hell of a lot more fun than cybersex. I was beginning to think I'd never get it any other way!"

Holly laughed, thinking about how she'd almost given in to cybersex that very afternoon.

"I don't know if I could handle having sex with a stranger like that!" Holly said. Her eyes suddenly grew wide with surprise, and her hand flew to her now o-shaped mouth, as she realized she didn't even know this man's name! Now, if that wasn't sex with a stranger, nothing was! He laughed and took her in his arms. "I'm Holly" she said quickly.

"Andrew. My name is Andrew and I hope you'll scream it loud next time you cum for me . . . whatever your name is." He laughed and kissed her lips gently.