The Baseball Club 1

The Baseball Club 1

Well, here I’m laying in bed thinking a lot of what happened tonight after the party, and how this all came about. A divorced mother of one son, living in a community of women like me, divorced with k i d s, namely sons. Five other mothers thinking I knew well. To my surprise, I didn’t know them that well yet. But we have known each other for years since our boys started playing little league baseball together.

Over the years, we moms have encouraged the boys to do their best, and we have supported them. By going and seeing their games, getting together after the game taking them out to eat. Paying for batting practice, coaching, and doing what we could to help in any way possible. All the mothers have sewed their torn uniforms over the years, and bought them equipment to play. But it’s been a delightful time for me and the other mothers doing that for their sons.

It’s been Barbara, Judy, Kathy, Paula, Amanda and me. I’m Joann. The boys are, I call them boys, but they are young men now. But I still say boys. Tom, Ryan, Steve, Conner, Matt and James. We have all been on outings to movies, theme parks, and taken trips together over the years. We have all become the best of friends among us girls, and the boys too.

But I’m laying here, thinking of what’s happened during this baseball season, and it now being over, and how I got to this bed I’m in now, Barbara laying asleep next to me. What’s happened is something I dare not let anyone outside of our group know. If it got out, there would be hell to pay from the community, though it’s great and been a fun time for us girls as well as the boys.

But things for me were not so good at the start of this season. Even though I know the other moms and sons. The season began uneasy for me, feeling somewhat isolated by all of them this season in the beginning. Going to Tom's my son's games, and sitting with the other mothers. There was a sense from me of them keeping something from me, and some distance between us in dealing with them or not as close as we used to be. No one had been unpleasant to me, it’s just a feeling they were keeping something secret. I noticed it from Tom, as well, he seemed to be more aggressive these days, and going over to his friends houses more and more.

Our boys are Sophomores in high school now, playing on the school team. Myself, I have a few hobbies besides supporting the baseball team. One of them is journaling. Doing it since I was fourteen, writing about everything important to me in my life, be it my relationships before my marriage. My marriage with my ex husband, my son, my job, and what life has been like since being divorced.

Writing everything down my experiences, and my feelings over things in my life. Keeping it put away, but where I can get it, then I wish to write, and express myself. Especially because of what I’ve written over the last couple of years. I don't want anyone knowing my inner most secrets, my fantasies. Things which would be embarrassing to me, if anyone read them.

I remember when this whole thing started. That particular Saturday afternoon when it began. It’s so clear in my mind. All of us had gone to see the boys play ball. We were sitting together talking, me and Barbara, while the others girls sat in front of us. The game was about half over when a fast, hard ground ball ended up hitting Steve, Barbara’s son, on the finger. He had to leave the game, I know it must have hurt. A few minutes later, he came over to all of us there sitting. His finger was not as bad, I thought. But Judy insisted on putting some ice on it, saying she had a cooler of some in the back of her van.

Not thinking about it then, because of talking with Barbara, and watching my son and the other boys. Barbara asked me if I wanted a soda, which I had declined when she left to go get herself one. Sitting there, I had not seen Judy or Steve come back yet, and it got me thinking of something she said. What did she mean, cooler in her van? Me and my son had come with her, and her son to game in her van? I hadn’t seen a cooler in there? This got me curious. Leaving the bleachers, wondering where Judy and Steve were, going to look for them. There was nobody in the parking lot as I walked out there while the game was being played. Walking my way to the van, and noticing the hatch was not open or them sitting inside.

I looked around, and saw neither one of them, asking myself where did they go? So, going to give up looking, I got ready to go back. Then something caught my eye. Noticing a strange thing about Judy’s van. The back end was moving up and down, Just as I heard yells coming from the bleachers. It didn’t phase me at all because my curiosity got the better of me. The cries behind me kept coming. But wanting to see what was going on. I sneaked up next to the van, slowly peering in the back of it, seeing something I never expected to see.

To my shock, and surprise, my mouth was open wide seeing it. There I saw something blowing my mind. It was Steve, his uniform pants, and shorts down, shirt off, between Judy legs. Her skirt up, her panties laying next to them both. Standing there in a state disbelief, watching both of them fuck, neither one knowing they were being s p i e d on. Watching Steve's cute, tight, naked butt rise and fall between her legs, that muscular body of his mostly covering Judy. Hearing her moaning, and Steve's grunts coming from inside that van.

Not being able to take my eyes away, they were clued to them, with me wanting to see everything. I could hear Judy say, Steve I'm going to cum on your cock, as she quickly wrapped her legs around his legs tight, crying out, oh fuck, fucking cum in me Steve! Steve kept fucking her hard as Judy hands held him by the cheeks of his ass saying, oh god, yes! Quickly, then he began grunting hard with each stroke he took inside of Judy. Oh fuck yeah, came from her mouth as she must have felt his cum blasting inside of her. Steve then finished his last stroke, and grunted, saying, fuck Judy, you're always one horny mom. I could see him pulling back, getting off of her, their fuck over. Backing away now, I turned, and hurried off to the bleachers, not sure whether to tell Barbara.

On returning from their fuck, it did shock me, but excited me also, making me hot, and I admit wet. Barbara asked, where had I been. Lying, and telling her of me going to the restroom. That experience I witnessed, had my mind no longer on anything but them. Only of what had gone on in the back of that van. Now just sitting there, as everyone else watched the game, and me thinking of them together, and how long they had been doing it. Since Steve had made that comment to her, of always being horny.

A few minutes later Judy returned, and as she sat back down next to the other five girls, there was a big smile on her face. With Steve returning to the team bench, nothing on his hand. After the game, we all talked for a bit, laughed joked, until dark. On the way home, my son Tom and I again rode with Judy, and her son Mike. With me sitting there next to her, as she talked about the boys, the game, happy, laughing and not a care in the world, and why should she. Judy had gotten a good fucking, and me, nothing.

Soon she was pulling into our driveway. Thanking Judy for the ride, and us getting out. I was already heading for the front door, but my son was chatting with Judy for a moment. As he was coming up the walkway, asking him what they talked about. He just said it was nothing, and unlocked the front door. Inside Tom, said he needed a something to eat, a shower, and would do some gaming on his computer before bed. Myself needing to process what happened in my mind, while telling him I needed a shower as well. Then going to read before going to bed. While I told him that, he took off his uniform shirt, with me instantly thinking of Steve and his body. That strong sexual feeling in me from seeing them came back. I said alright dear, saying good night to him, and made my way quickly to my room, not stopping to do anything.

Inside, closing the door, and locking it. Why I don’t know or maybe I do? I undressed, and began touching my body as I looked into the mirror. At forty-three, and still looking good. I thought my body was something Steve would love, no lines in my face or gray hair yet. Picturing Judy, she was a cute woman, a little chubby with a fun personality, thinking I was better then she was for Steve. But she her a very nice, loving woman person, and I would do anything for her I could.

Then I thought about Steve, feeling the heat in me over him. That good-looking boy, fucking Judy. What was I thinking then? Thinking how fucking lucky she was, and how good it must have felt with him inside of her. How much she loved him on top of her moaning. His strength, his muscles, something wanted by many other women, they would love to have. Something I had not experienced since my divorce. I’ve had zero sex with a man, as it’s been seven years now.

I was breathing deep standing there seeing myself in the mirror. Fuck, knowing I was wet because of Steve. Turning on the shower to hot, I needed to relax after that experience. Entering the shower, the hot water made me feel so good. Washing my hair, and lathering up my body. Touched my pussy with the bar of soap, my thoughts turned to them both again. Now rubbing my clit, making me feel so damn good. Wanting, and needing what Judy had gotten. Oh fuck!, saying it loud in the shower, thinking about that cock of his was driving me crazy.

Rubbing my clit while inserting a finger in my ass. That picture of them in my mind. Steve between Judy’s legs fucking her. Her moans, his grunts, and their orgasms. Then my orgasm like Judy's made me moan, as I squeezed my fingers hard in both of my holes. Oh fuck, son of a bitch!, came from my mouth. The orgasm was intense, because of my thoughts of what was I seeing in my on mind? Seeing a reflection of my thoughts from my journal, just that Judy was in my place, instead of what I had written in my journal many months ago.

I was relaxed after that, laying against the wall breathing deep. When I got myself together, and rinsed myself off. Out of the shower, drying off with a big fluffy towel, before combing out my wet hair. Thinking what was I going to do, remain silent, or should I tell Barbara? Of her son and Judy together. Not knowing what to do, but I did know it was time for bed. Now pulling back the blanket, and getting in. My naked body was between the sheets as I picked up my book to read. Minutes passed, laying there reading the same paragraphs over and over, getting through only a few pages. Having to stop sometimes to really concentrate. The thoughts of them had returned. I had to do my journaling now, I just had to. Needing to get my thoughts out on paper.

Putting my book down, pulling my journal out from the nightstand. My writing began of my day and what happened. Writing where I always expressed the events of the day, my thoughts, true feelings about things, and my fantasies. It was here I wrote of this day’s unexpected event. It’s a way here to talk to myself. In it were things never meant for anyone else to read. Having written several journals over the years, keeping them in a box in my closet. They contained my bi-sexual relationships with my roommates, and sex with other people in college. My affair with a married man, while I also married. Lies told to my husband causing my failed marriage, my sexual feelings towards my best friend Barbara, and my lustful thoughts of all our boys on the baseball team.

It is a common thing for young girls being together in college to sometimes have sexual contact with each other, being roommates or just friends. Barbara was a good and close friend to me. We had known each other for many years. She was someone I could trust, and I knew had my back. I could always count on her and she could from me. There really wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. But she and I had never been sexual together, and I never knew really why, because of how close we were.

As for the boys, I did lust after them all. Many times, having thoughts of them while in bed using me, the nastiest of ways, making me succumb to their will. I knew why I had locked my bedroom door. Because I couldn’t trust myself. Even with my son, as he was part of my fantasies. Many times when passing by his room at night. His door was open and Tom laying there in his shorts, and even sometimes naked. It caused me to stop, and just look and lust for him, and wonder what it would be like. But always returning to my room, to please myself.

Yawling now, tired, placing my journal back in to the nightstand, never leaving it out, I went to bed, with a question on my mind, whether to say anything.

Days passed without the answer. It was Friday after that game, and I had gotten home from work early, pulling out my journal, writing something that I needed to write while it was clear in my mind. Sitting there on the bed writing, knowing I needed to call Barbara now. Thinking it’s wrong to keep something like this a secret. Not knowing how she would feel about Judy, afterwards, but I just had to tell her.

Then my cell phone rang. It was in my purse with on the kitchen table. Laying my journal down, and going to answer it. It was Barbara, with me saying I was about to call her. Of course she wanted to know what about? I told that I would be over soon, and needing to talk about Steve, which she raised a question. With me telling her again, I would be right over. Ending my call with her, getting my purse. Making a short drive over to her house.

Knocking on her door, she soon opened it. She was in her robe. Inviting me in, us walking to the kitchen table as she offered me some coffee before sitting down. Barbara was talking to me about the other mothers, and the game tomorrow. When she stopped and asked, if anything was wrong. I tried to start and then stopped. She knew something was up, and seeing I was uptight, touched my face. It’s ok, she said to me. Take your time.

I stood up, and again I started, but stopped. Now she asked me if I was alright. I told her yes, but now I began telling her of how much our friendship meant to me, and letting it slip, about my feelings. Barbara stood up now facing me, telling me, she understood, calling me dear. But now she leaned into me and kissed my lips. Me being surprised, but she knew in a good way, then we both kissed this time. Barbara knew I wanted this to happen.

I’ve wanted this myself, she said to me, as she took my hand and lead me to her bedroom. Where we kissed again and I felt wonderful now, as she began undressing me. Pulling my top over my head and removing my bra as my large tits were now exposed. Barbara was touching my nipples and squeezing my tits. My pussy being wet and wanting her. She then went to slide my skirt down, and seeing my panties, as I heard her let out a deep breath. Really wanting her. As I laid back on the bed, she took my panties, and pulled from me, my pussy wet for her to see.

Then, dropping her robe, Barbara got on the bed beside me. We held each other close and kissed passionately. Her hands touching my pussy, as she heard me saying yes, yes, oh yes, over and over. Her kiss and her hand had me spreading my legs for her. She was running her hand through my wet hair of my pussy. Then she slowly going down on me. First kissing my inner thighs, before her tongue began touching my skin. She was licking her way up between my legs. Bárbara then placed her mouth on my slit. Spreading my lips apart, as she pushed her tongue inside of me, that tongue moving around, exploring me. Oh Barbara, fuck!. came from me. It had been years since anything like this I had experienced. With licks of her tongue and excitement building in me. I could not keep from having an orgasm soon.

My body started shaking as I became even wetter for her. My juices running down my crack on to my ass. As she licked harder, pushing her tongue deep as she could inside, making me squirm. It was too much, just too much, as I held her head to me. In the excitement, I could not control my own words, saying to her. Oh yes, fucking make me your bitch. With her hands on both my thighs, she had me spread open, licking, then sucking on my clit hard. Oh fuck!, I’m going to cum. Fuck! I cried out. When I came, my body tensed up and a rush of pleasure flowed through me, before slowly coming back down. My body relaxing as she licked me now softly down to my ass, before stopping.

I was breathing deep, as she lay between my legs now, her arms on both sides of me as she kissed me with a long kiss, our tongues touching. Then, after we broke our kiss, she turned her body around for me to take care of her. Her body turned, sitting down on my face, her pussy in my mouth. As her wet slick clit, was being licked and sucked on by me. Her hands reaching, touching my tits, as she squeezed them and my nipples, causing me to lick her more intensely and making her ride my face. Pulling my nipples, with me reaching around, holding her by her ass, and pushing my tongue up into her causing suddenly, her breath to be short and quick. Instantly cumming in my mouth. She had a quick and powerful orgasm, but now was slowly riding my face until she stopped, and moved off of me.

As we lay there and kissed each other, Barbara asked, what did I want to tell her? Now my fear, uneasiness was gone, and I told her what happened, and what I saw. She replied, oh that, as if it was nothing. Then she said, she had been wanting to talk to me something. Which is why she called me. Saying to me, would you enjoy a wonderful life-changing experience by having fun? What do you mean, I said to her?, as she got out of bed saying, back in second.

Barbara, went to the kitchen, and returned with her phone, getting back into bed with me. Dialing it she said, hey, Joann is here, come home right away, and she rung up. Who was that I asked, with her telling me it was Steve. I panicked. I better get out of here, I told her. No, he’s on his way home. Stay, I want you to see him, and for him to take care of you. You mean?, I said, looking at her. Barbara telling me yes!. I want to share my son with you; she told me. You want Steve to fuck me? I replied to her. Of course, dear, I’ve shared him with the other girls, and you are my best friend. I don’t know, saying to her, and we discussed it there in bed for ten to fifteen minutes.

Both of us laying there together. Me with my best friend, her wanting her son to fuck me. She told me all the other girls have spent some time with Steve, and now I could, and she even said I would benefit from it. When asking her how, she said, come-on Joann I know you, you haven’t had sex in years, and you need to. You’ve been a little crazy sometimes without sex. All the other girls know it too. How do they know about my sex life?, I said. She didn’t say, but my feeling was she knew a lot more than she let on.

Then we both hear the front door open and close, and Steve came into the bedroom with me naked and under the blanket. I didn’t want him to see me that way. Honey, it’s time for Joann to get some attention from you, and the other boys, Barbara, saying that to her son. Being truthful, I was not against it, just needing a small push, and that was just what Barbara then did.

Barbara waved Steve over to the bedside, and with me watching, reached and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them, removing his cock from his shorts. Holding that hard cock in her hand, and saying to me, are going to turn down my son’s hard cock? I don’t think so. I know you well enough; you want it. Steve’s cock was hard alright. I could see that for myself, and knowing he wanted to fuck me with it.

Seeing it pointing up and hard, Barbara’s hand around it stroking it, they both saw my mouth was open looking at it, almost drooling with it hard like that, that cock head swollen, and me thinking about it up in me. Wanting the same as it had been in Judy. Then Steve said, she is joining the club, isn’t she? Being curious, replied, the club? Then Barbara said, I’ll talk to you about it later, dear.

Barbara’s phone began ringing. Turning him loose, she got up, saying she would be back. Steve had been standing there looking at me the whole time. He knew I was admiring his cock. Soon as she left, Steve pulled back the blanket, and clawed in with me, and wasted no time. He put his arm around me, and touching my ass, caressing it. Fuck, it felt good to have a man touch me. Then he kissed me over and over with small kisses on my lips and neck.

Oh god, I said to myself. Then his hand touched one of my tits. He was squeezing it lightly, and I was so wet. Both of us kissing, our bodies touching, making me want him so badly. I was under his spell now, as his hand moved lower. It going to my thigh, as I spread them open for him. Feeling that hand now between my legs, him knowing how wet he was making me. His fingers on my pussy, feeling that finger slide through my slit, it being so wet, making my ass wet, too. Steve knew what he was doing, as his finger found the right spot, touching gently at first, and working it with that finger. And I was going crazy.

Wanting him inside of me, now spreading my legs apart for him, laying on my back, he moved between them. That cock of his so hard, feeling it touch me, pushing between my lips, sliding it in deep. Holding him by his arms, taking it all in, and squeezing that cock, feeling my ass tighten. Fuck!, came from my mouth loud, as he fucked my pussy slow at first, then quickening the stroke into me.

He was deep inside me, my hands moving to the cheeks of his ass as we fucked. My legs were around his as he was bringing me close to orgasm quickly. Oh fuck, fucking cum inside of me, Steve!, saying it out loud. But I was saying so many nasty things the whole time he was fucking my pussy. Knowing Barbara heard me, not caring if she did. A long moan came from me as my orgasm came like an immense wave, so intense because he was giving it to me hard now. Squeezing down hard on his cock as he kept thrusting it into me like a savage. He was pounding me to pieces, as if trying to drive me into the bed. Then hearing him say as he began to cum inside me, the words, oh fuck mom!

It was electrifying for me when he said that, and I had a second orgasm, right after the first one, just as intense. His orgasm must have been very intense also because his grunts were loud, and so deep during that second orgasm of mine. Steve’s cum blasting, hitting my insides. I felt a gush of wetness between us, as he kept thrusting it in me, and that causing me to kiss him so passionately, and his thrusting slowly and finally stopped. I could only say, oh my god.

I was like his mother because Barbara and I were so close, and all the time we have been together to events, and on trips. Taking care of him, helping him as well as Barbara doing the same for my son Tom.

He was lying on top of me, between my legs, breathing hard. Me kissing the side of his face now, telling him how unbelievable it was for me. He smiled at me and chuckled. Kissing me back. With me, thinking at that moment, what I’ve been missing?

He moved back, and I felt that wonderful cock of his cock slide from me. He stroked it as I watched happily, slowly milking it over my pussy. It was a wet mess now. My hair, and lips with cum on them, my pussy stretched. Then looking at him with a smile. Saying again, Fuck!, that was unbelievable. I've had a lot of excellent teachers, he said. So Barbara, and the other girls have created this muscular fuck machine, thinking to myself.

Damn!, fuck Steve!, saying that to him, as he laid on his back next to me, it was my turn and I reached, and took his cock in my hand. Stroking it before now, putting it in my mouth, sucking on what had made me cum so hard and have given my body a new life. Going down on him, filling my mouth with that young, talented cock, and I was about to get him hard again.

Barbara had not come back yet. It didn’t take long and Steve’s cock was springing back to life, and it was then she returned. Standing there, a big smile on her face. Me looking at her, as she saw her son’s mouth in my mouth, and said to us. I talked about him taking care of you. It seems you are taking care of him. I think you need a little help, Joann. Then she got into bed next to Steve, and we now both shared his cock, with me sucking it, then her, and sometimes we would kiss each other.

He got hard quickly with us both. When he was hard, he wanted me again. But this time he had me on my knees, taking hold of my waist. As Barbara said, get used to it, dear. He slid his cock back into my pussy, as I moaned, saying to Barbara, oh fuck, his cock feels so fucking good. With her saying, so will the others to.

His hips were smacking into my cheeks, and he was letting me have it again hard, as I moaned continuously. Barbara then moves around in front of me, her pussy in my face now, wanting me. Down quickly on her, licking her slit and causing her to take hold of my hair. All three of us enjoying each other. Never thinking this would happen. I was licking my best friend’s pussy while her son was fucking me. Thinking Fuck! it was so hot.

He kept pounding me until I felt like I had before. An intense, so hard orgasm hit me again. As he was holding where I could not move, but just kept fucking me. I was still getting a hard pounding into my as cheeks; he was strong as fuck!

Then Steve grunted hard, feeling his cum again shooting into me as he kept pumping. Wanting to empty his balls, in my stretched out pussy, from that cock. Then he pulled out and squirted his last bit of cum on my ass. I thought he was done with me, however he wasn’t. Feeling his face touch me, then his tongue touch my pussy as he licked it after fucking me. Fuck! came from my mouth as I pressed back on him.

How the hell does he know how to do these things? I thought. I’ve never had a man do this much to me and get me off. He gave it to me, even licking my asshole, and putting his tongue inside of it, and that drove me wild as I began to cum again for him. Shit, holy fuck, I could not believe what was happening to me, and how fucking good he was. I was licking Barbara, but as Steve drove me crazy. I lost my mind and stopped. Fuck, I could stand on my knees, and collapsed on the bed. Barbara when moved up and got on top of Steve, and stroking his cock. It was semi firm; but she was going to get it up. I watched her stroke him, making that cock grow. Fuck, your boy is fucking superman, saying that to Barbara.

When she got his cock hard enough, Barbara eased herself down on it, while I saw the look of pleasure on her face, saying, oh fuck, his young cock feels so fucking good inside of me. I watched and rubbed my clit as she fucked her son. Damn it was so hot, so so hot, and came again watching them. Steve was holding her by the ass, as she rode him hard. Saying fuck yes, I love these young cocks of the boys. Her riding, and telling him to cum inside her, had me close again. Then she started to orgasm hard when he grunted much harder. Saying to Steve, cum with me, baby! It didn’t take very long, and he was while grunting, snorting like a bull blasting his cum inside of this mother. She cried, oh god! After he had cummed inside of her, she rolled off of him, opposite side of him, and we three laid there. Breathing hard, but it was fantastic for us three.

We all fell asleep together, and when waking up it was after 9pm. Getting out of bed now and leaving them sleeping. Calling my son, which he didn’t answer, so I left him a message saying, staying at Barbara’s house tonight, and don’t worry about me, see you tomorrow.

My body had taken a beating and still needing rest. So I went back to bed with Barbara and Steve. Then in the middle of the night, sometime feeling the bed shaking, with Barbara moaning. Feeling some pain in the cheeks of my ass as the bed shook. I rolled over and just ended up falling back to sleep.

The second time I woke was at 5am, leaving them sleeping and going to the kitchen to get something to drink. My mouth was dry. Drinking some OJ, I stayed up for an hour thinking about what happened between us three. My ass was still sore, as well as was my pussy. I still could not believe Steve. He was so fucking good. Going back to bed, it was a good sleep, but I didn’t wake until Barbara said, hey sleepy head better get up. It’s getting late. Opening my eyes, barely focusing on the time of her small nightstand clock showing 9:35.

Fuck, I said, waking up sore. It was after 9:30, with me finally crawling out of Barbara’s bed. Naked and looking around for something to put on. Then, seeing my panties on the floor, picking them up, they were wet. Screw it, I said, not caring. So I slipped them on and made my way, slowly to the kitchen, my butt hurting still, among other things. Barbara was sitting at the table in her robe, drinking coffee, as I stood in the doorway.

On seeing me she said, coffee? Oh god yes, please I said to her while moving towards the table. Steve was rough on you last night, wasn’t he? Barbara asked that question, but knew the answer already. Oh, fuck, was he ever? I've never taken a fucking like that before in my life, saying to her. Barbara giggled, and said, wait until you have taken it a few times like me and the other girls.

Barbara then handed me my coffee as I sat down at the table. Then saying to me, I’m used to sleeping late after he’s given me a good going over most of the night. How many times is that? I asked. Oh, at least twice a week. It would be more if the others girls didn’t get his attention too. Twice a week? Oh, I’m sorry, I said to her, being sarcastic in a cute way. Barbara looked at me, while looking back at her, and we started laughing together.

Where is Steve, by the way? Did he go back to bed? I asked. Oh no, he was up showered and dressed when I got up a couple of hours ago, and said he was going to the gym. Then go to practice before the game today. Damn Barbara, I said, what is your son made of? He’s going to the gym early after last night? Barbara laughed this time, and said, I guess you can blame me for what happened to you, for calling him. Smiling at her, we then laughed again before taking my first sip of coffee.

Then she asked me if I wanted anything for breakfast, with me saying no. Just coffee is all I need this morning, and damn, do I ever need it this morning, telling her. Then I said, Barbara last night Steve said the club? What did he mean by that? Then Barbara said, well I was meaning to talk to about it, and after what happened last night, I think it’s time I did. The girls and I have created ourselves a baseball club, but we just call it, the club.

Then Barbara told me, Joann, I’ve invited the girls over this morning at eleven. We all wanted to talk to you, and see how you would feel about our being part of our group. Will any of the boys be here?, I asked her. No, they have their game today, which we are going to go watch this afternoon, she replied. Then she asked, are you going to be there? This afternoon?, yes, I was planning on being there with the rest of you, saying to her.

Well, the girls are going to be here in a little over an hour, so why don’t you go shower and change your clothes? She said to me. Yes, I need to. Last night was pretty rough, I replied. Finishing my coffee, and going back to the bedroom, where my clothes were on the floor, and wrinkled. Getting them on before telling Barbara bye, and heading home.

Coming in to the house, knowing Tom would be gone to practice, and not having a lot of time. I headed to the bedroom so I could get off of my clothes, shower, and make my face before going back to Barbara’s house. But now stopping and just staring, saying, oh fucking shit!

Having done something stupid, leaving my journal out on the bed when I went to answer my phone yesterday, and didn’t put it away. Sitting down on the bed, picking it up, not knowing if my son had discovered it. Oh god, I said, hoping Tom had not seen, and read it. I just sat there, thinking and hoping that my son had not read those things I wrote. Sitting for so long, in fact, I forgot the time until looking at the clock, and it was after ten thirty. Scrambling, now as I got my clothes off quickly. Getting in the shower making it quick, so I could dry off, and makeup my face, dress, and get back over to Barbara’s house by eleven.

When returning to her house, Paula was arriving as well. So, waiting for her, we went inside together. All the girls were there except Kathy. Sitting in the living room, Barbara had coffee and some pastries for us. Sitting, talking about many things, but not the boys at all, to my surprise. Now with us all wondering where Kathy was, she only lived across the street, a few houses down. At almost eleven thirty, there was a knock, and it was Kathy, in her robe and bedroom slippers, which was strange.


All us girls were wondering why. When Kathy said, well, Conner came to see me late this morning, and I kept telling him he needed to go to practice, and I needed to leave. Kathy was a short and chubby red head. When the girls heard Conner’s name, some girls said, oh, now we know why you’re late. Conner is Paula’s son. Then she said, what do you mean? When Amanda told her, Kathy, you’re the biggest whore of our club. I bet you didn’t want him to leave at all. Come on, tell the truth. Kathy sneered, then started smiling. As some girls giggled, and some saying ah ha.

Barbara said, Now that Kathy is here, we will discuss Joann being part of our club. With Amanda asking, do you want to be a part of our club Joann? I think so; I replied. How long have you had this club? Me asking Amanda, a question I was curious of.

Since before the end of the last baseball season, she told me. Then Judy said, Joann, I would really like you to be part of our group of girls? Yes I do want too, telling Judy. Ok Joann, but we all want you to agree to a few things before we invite you into our small group, and to our meetings, Amanda telling me that.

Then Paula explained to me, what I had to agree upon. One, that you will never discuss our club with anyone outside of the club. Two, that you must come to the meetings we have. Three, that you can’t be exclusive to any of the team, you must be available to all of them. We don’t want any bad feelings, problems, drama, in the club. Four, we want the boys to win the championship this year, so we want you to take care of them, keep them happy, and do what needs to be done to see that happens.

What did you mean (you) must be available to all of them? I asked her. It means you can’t turn them down. You have got to do it with them when they want you to, Paula told me. When ever they want to? I asked her, Yes, they all said to me.

Your first test is going to be not to break that rule. Because you are going to be popular at least for a few weeks. I don’t understand, I said, as they all giggled. Never mind, Barbara said, I talk to you later about it . Then Kathy said, hey, are you still working on the party for them? Barbara then replied, oh yes, I need to remember to check on that Airbnb.

It seems the club was going to throw the boys a party or a fuck party if they go to the championship and win. They plan on renting a secluded Airbnb, for three days. All of us girls would have to chip in to pay for it. There’s going to be alcohol, food, a pool and a lot of fucking to be sure. They had not gotten all the details worked out, but that was the basic plan being worked on., and this I could tell excited everyone. With the girls talking about things they knew would happen, with the boys.

But soon our meeting had to break up, because some girls needed to get some drinks, and snacks for the boys, before going to the game. After had they left, It was time for me to ask Barbara a few questions. Why was Kathy the biggest whore? Why were they giggling about Conner?, why am I’m going to be popular? Then Barbara told me, Because Kathy is the freakiest, and will do just about anything. Conner has got the biggest cock, and because you are new to the club, Conner and the other boys will want be paying you a visit, she said. Oh shit!, I understood what they all meant now.