Flexing my fingers again to calm my nerves, I reached for the edge of the cloth and tried to ease it upward. At first, this had no effect again tempti...ng me to force it. I could feel her warmth now too. She always gets so hot when sleeping, almost feverish.Her leg kicked a bit, making her foot contact my knee on the outside. I took the opportunity and managed to push the cloth up another inch. Now, I could make out the faintest outline of my objective. I squinted in the dim light, trying to. Almost childlike and yet not so. She was ageless, and moved with the grace of a fairy. She may have been twenty, maybe thirty, more even, I couldn't tell. Her hair was short and dark and her sparkling blue eyes matched exactly the shimmering blue of her dress. I was captivated by her, unable to speak as she skipped lightly from tree root to tree root, her soft laughter like music in my head. I sensed, rather than felt, a movement behind me and I turned slowly, not wanting to turn away but as I. As our tongues press against each others and move around continuesly, my back rests against the stand and our thighs and bodies press against each others. "Do you think... I could um.... give you..." I say against his lips, glance around quickly to make sure no one is looking and my left hand finds the hard bump in his shorts and he nods. Our lips part and I take his hand and we both walk around, looking for a dark place. "Now, what's a dark, long place where we could have some fun..." I say to. He had struck out swinging for the first two outs when he finally decided to quit trying to belt it over the outfielder's heads. He began to make contact, simply fouling the ball off until he stroked a single to right field. Still alive at the plate with a runner on first he worked Michelle to a full count, fouled off four straight fastballs down the middle of the plate and got a walk out of it.He could hear Michelle swearing like a sailor out on the mound. He dug in on the next pitch guessing.