I thought about how Casey was my best friend, and I knew he'd do anything for me. I could do this one thing for him couldn't I? Part of me wanted him... bad. I looked at him. "Sure."He gave me a small smile. He got closer to me. "I don't want this to change things between us, okay?" I nodded. With that he leaned in. His kiss was like none other that I'd ever experienced. It was passionate and hot and sweet. When he put his soft tongue in my mouth could feel myself get hard. We made out. I can pitch." Ha ha," he crowed, "what are you, third string on the softball team?" Yeah, so they don't need me. Right? And the baseball team does, wise guy."He smirked and shook head, but Jean did think about it. She had always liked baseball and had played since she was six or seven, dozens of sandlot games.She coasted through the rest of the school day, still thinking about baseball off and on, until her last-period PE class when she played softball. The girls took turns pitching. At the end. I reached my home around 11 am. It was the usual silent neighborhood, that is. The sun was in maximum heat, and nobody preferred to sneak outdoors.I simply removed my footwear outside and gently knocked on the main door. I thought Ammi would be in the hall. I didn’t get any response with 2-3 gentle knocks. Then I noticed a man’s footwear. I was surprised as to who was inside the house with the main door locked.If it was some sales guy, the door must be open. My mind raced and smelt something. He imagined hazel eyes and full lips that begged for him to take...’Whoa! What? Where did that come from?’ Tom physically reared back from the slim woman who restlessly rubbed her thighs together in need; in a frustrated move he dragged both hands through his hair, leaving it standing on end. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her head tipped to the side offering the heat of her mouth. Tom felt empty; the thought of kissing this woman, jesus, he couldn’t even remember asking her name, left him cold..