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Her shirt hugging her curves, cut so low making me want to stand on the fucking chair. All escaping my lungs when I see her, thoughts of ripping that shirt apart of running my tongue down her…fuck remember that you can’t do things like that around a four year old. The way she smile when she take the plate, walking closer and closer to me. God I feel like a thirteen year old, my palm’s sweating my heart racing and oh so dirty thoughts running through my head. Baseball, I found out that they play in innings, oh shit how hot would it be to fuck on a baseball diamond.

The sway of her hips, the bounce of her hair, the soft feel of her shirt moving along my hand. The smell of her shampoo mixing with her perfume, dear god I love this shirt, I can see…dirt. There’s dirt in baseball they uhm…play in it. Her feet in sandals, the heat coming from her burning, the want to touch her, the need to touch her. Her hand scolding to the touch, the shock of electricity running through my body breaking all thought. Her eyes holding me in place, telling me everything I have ever wanted to know.

“Just kiss her already,” the smiles crossing her lips, making me want them more.

Her hand pulling on my shirt, dragging me to her. Her lips crushing into mine, the taste of her mouth flooding my senses, her tongue moving along my bottom lip. Her hand on my neck, her fingers in my hair, my hand moving along her hips, pulling her body against mine. Her breast against my body, the heat radiating from below her my lungs wanting air. She pulls away first, smiling that smile.

“I told you I would come back for you,” kissing her chin, slowly making my way up to her neck.

“Hey guy’s come on keep it G, there’s a four year running around here.” Tina scolding us, the squeals of laughter from Angelica as Bette holds her.

“Yeah sorry, I’ll keep her at bay.” she pulls me with her to sit on a chair, leaning into me and my body burns from her touch.

Thinking of baseball, well the little that I know, thinking of what we could do in a pool. Of her naked body on mine sitting in this chair, of those low sumptuous moans, the way she utters my name. Nodding my head to their questions, to what ever they’re saying trying to shake the view I have from my head. We talk, her hand on my leg, we laugh to everything and nothing. Her head on my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck the smell of her, the odd little peep from Angie. Her hand snaking its way along my neck, her hair falling away is exposing her long neck and thoughts of running into the house.

The phone rings from Jenny’s but no one bothers to answer it, Bette sitting with her arm around Tina on the back porch Alice leaning against Jenny on the beach chair. Angie asleep beside her parents, snoring slightly, Syd sitting cross legged on the ground next to Jenny. We sit in silence watching each other wondering how we all got here, wondering if we will still be here in a year. Kit standing kissing both of Bette’s cheeks and one of Tina’s, her hand moving lovingly over Angie. Angus walking after her, his hands roaming her back winking as he closes the gate.

“I think we should put someone to bed,” Tina standing walking over to Angelica.

“Yeah we’re going to go.” Alice groaning as she gets up, picking up her purse pulling Jenny up with her. “Let’s go leave the mommies to do what they do best. Come on horn dog you too.”

She swings her purse hitting me in the shoulder, Carmen pushing it off as she stands. A devious smile on her lips that would make even him blush. Her hand fluttering over my arm, pausing before she walks away, her hips swaying to that quiet beat. Nearly falling over trying to get to her, waving to Bette and Tina; my imagination running with thoughts of her dancing naked.

“I just found my Benny Moore records.” her breath tantalizing, almost like the wind, the need to kiss her growing.

“Carmen!” that voice making her stop, the owner stumbling up the drive way.

TBC