Let's Play Ball

by Lolah Lace

  By all accounts Tess was a plain Jane. She didn’t even own any red clothes or bright colors. I had to admit I liked her like that. I never had to worry that she was going to attract a man. I’m never worried she would cheat on me. I know that this is my own insecurities staring me in the face.

  There were so many voluptuous, scantily clad, flashy women out there in the world. Tess was safe from temptation because I knew no guy would approach her.

  Tonight I was going to do things different. I wondered if Tess would think it was strange if I tied her up. I always wanted to do it but the thought of her judging me and thinking of me as a weirdo stopped me cold.

  I was ready for tonight to be special. Tess entered our bedroom and went into the dresser drawer for shorts and a t-shirt. I reached underneath the bed for the Victoria Secret pink striped box.

  “Hey, Tess.” I called out.

  Tess turned to me. Her eyes grew as she noticed the pink box I was presenting to her.

  “What’s this?” She asked.

  “A present for you.” I handed the fancy box over to her.

  Tess took the few steps toward me. She took the box in her hands. “What is it?”

  “Open it. I urged.

  Tess was excited and I was too. She placed the box on the bed and removed the lid. Her eyes grew when she pulled back the bright pink tissue paper. First she removed the bright red satin bra, then the red matching satin panties. She pulled a black tube of lipstick from the box last.

  “Mason.” She smiled showing all her teeth. “Lipstick?”

  “It’s red.” Seeing the satin lingerie excited me. I wanted to see it on her right away.

  “You bought this for me?” I couldn’t tell if she was happy or put-off by the three items.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t wear red.”

  “I know. Let’s try something new. Spice it up. Are you ready?”

  Tess’ cheeks burned bright red. “I think so.” It took so little to embarrass her. Maybe I will get to go in the back door. I have only rimmed her three times in ten years. Tess was so light and petite I always felt like I had to be gentle with her. Tonight I wanted to bang her out, go wild. FUCK! Instead of make love.

  “Go into the bathroom and get dressed.” I urged.

  Tess dropped the items back into the box. She casually picked up the pink box and took it to the adjoining bathroom. She closed the door and I removed my shirt. I thought fondly of the red pumps I wanted to purchase. They went perfect with the lingerie but I didn’t want to completely overwhelm Tess. She didn’t wear heels at all, just sneakers and flats.

  I wanted this night to go perfectly. I wanted to block the ridiculous temptation I had for the black princess. Tess emerged from the bathroom wearing the lingerie I bought. She was wearing the lipstick but it wasn’t as bold as the color suggests. Tess’ lips were thin and the red was only a thin line. Something was off. I grabbed the hair gel off the dresser and scooped a glob of it in my hands. I rubbed it into her hair. I gelled it back so her hair was like the models in that old Robert Palmer Addicted To Love video.

  Tess let me do it. Thank god. “Wait here.”

  I went into the bathroom to wash the gel from my hands. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I got a flash of Kari in that same red satin lingerie, a bigger size of course, a C cup, a medium size panty for her ample ass. The lipstick would be on every inch of those big pouty pillows Kari calls lips. Stop Mason!

  My cock grew in my gym shorts. The thought of this woman made me cockhard. I was ready to fuck and maybe just maybe get her out of my head. I was ashamed that it was the image of Kari that got my cock hard seconds before I was to fuck my wife. But the end justifies the means. I guess.

  I left the bathroom and Tess was staring at herself in the mirror. Oh my God, I hope I haven’t triggered anything about her body image.

  “Tess, you look beautiful.” She did, she was sexy as hell.

  She smiled and turned to me. “You think so.”

  “Yes you look lovely. I want you so bad. See.” I pointed to the throbbing rock in my gym shoes.

  Tess walked toward me. I gently placed both hands on her face and pulled her in close for a kiss. I kissed her and she opened her mouth to let me take the lead. I pulled away and guided Tess to sit on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.

  I stood in front of her and looked down as she looked up at me. She knew what this meant. I wanted a blowjob. It took me years to teach Tess how to suck me without scraping my cock with her teeth. Her teeth were the only thing big on her face.

  Practice makes perfect and now Tess was good at it. She didn’t do it all the time but I had taught her to do it right. I could never cum in her mouth because of the calories or something illogical but that was okay.

  Tess pulled my shorts down and I stepped out of them. She came at me with the tip of her tongue and she licked the head first. I closed my eyes. Tess wrapped her palms around my ass and moved her entire mouth onto as much of my cock she could take. I tilted my head back as I waited for her to move faster over my shaft. I placed my hand in her still wet hair and pushed her mouth deeper unto my cock.

  Could I really get rough with Tess? How much was too much? She is the mother of my children. Tess sucked me hard and fast. It felt like I was going to explode any minute. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the ceiling.

  As soon as I relaxed and really started to enjoy myself, I thought of her. Why am I thinking of Kari. Fuck Mason! Stop it! Why is this happening? Focus on the amazing blowjob Tess is performing. Fuck it! A change might do the trick. I looked down at Tess with half of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was massaging the underside of my cock and bringing me close to the brink. I reached down and rested my hands on her shoulders then pulled her to standing.

  It was my turn. I tossed her around and pushed her down on the bed. I pushed her down so she was lying on her stomach. I crawled onto the bed and spread her legs with my knees. I slapped Tess on the ass, hard as I thought she would allow. Her body tensed. She had no idea I was going to do that.

  “Get up on all fours.” I ordered coldly. I swear I wanted this to be rough.

  Tess was moving too slow so I whacked her again on her right ass cheek. This time it was hard enough to leave a mark.

  “Hurry up.” Tess moved a little faster as she got into doggystyle. I meant business. I wanted to exorcise this demon that has me infatuated with a woman that isn’t my wife.

  I placed one hand on Tess’ waist and rammed myself into her. Her entire body jerked forward. I had the urge to grab her by her gelled hair. Why was I feeling so goddamn violent? I closed my eyes and thrust deep inside her. She didn’t push back on my cock. She started inching forward like she was trying to get away from me. Where the fuck is she going? I had to hold her into place as I slammed my big cock deeper inside her. Tess was completely quiet and I was focused on fucking. I grabbed Tess by the hair. I felt the impulse and I made it happen. This caught her attention. She yelped as I pulled her face to the ceiling and I slammed into her hard and fast while holding her into place. Now she couldn’t get away from me.

  I was almost there. I was slamming in and out of her and on the brink of a powerful ejaculation. I closed my eyes and I thought of Kari bending over in those tight blue Levis. Fuck! I shot my load inside Tess and instantly released her hair. My body floated down on top of her.

  “What the fuck, Mason!” Tess yelled with her face smashed into a pillow.

  Shit! She’s pissed. Tess never says fuck. I rolled over to my side of the bed. I landed on my back. I was winded. I felt like I was running a marathon with my cock.

  “Mason, what is your problem?”

  “I was really horny.” Is that a feasible explanation?

  Tess hopped out the bed and disappeared into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. I really messed up this time.

  I fell asleep in minutes. I woke briefly when Tess got back in
to bed. I’m not sure how long she was in the bathroom. She’s mad. I’m too exhausted to care. The longest she’s ever stayed mad was two days. It was worth it, two days isn’t that long.

  CHAPTER 4

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  My alarm clock woke me up in the morning at seven. I marched straight to the shower. I got dressed in my gym shorts and a Nike, Just Do it jersey. I put my sneakers on and I was out the door by 7:20 a.m.

  I tried to talk myself out of it. Just like a certified douche, I weighed the pros and cons while I was in my car driving down the street. Should I leave Miss Kari alone? Should I actively pursue introducing my cock to her pussy? I had a closing argument to present to the court. Obviously it didn’t work. I lost my case.

  My car, my dumbass mind and my cum-filled cock lead me back to Lemington Lakes Park. I pulled into a parking space right next to Kari’s silver Camry. I sat in my car and spotted her walking along the track. She would have to pass my car on the trail. I got out the driver’s seat and leaned on the hood of my car waiting for her to come toward me. Waiting, like a junkie for the crack rocks the dealer had for sale.

  She was smiling at me as she approached. Her smile knocked my nervous tension out cold. Her smile was one of those old Mike Tyson knockouts. Kari placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side.

  “Hey Mason.” She sang.

  “Hey Kari.”

  “Are you ready to run?”

  “Yes, I’m ready.” I’m ready to do more than just run.

  Kari walked up to me with that sinister smile and the fierce eyes of a lion. I got caught in her gaze. Was she going to kiss me?

  She tapped me on the shoulder. “Tag you’re it!” She took off running the track. After I snapped out of her bewitching trance I darted off after her. She was lightning fast. She was running hard and turning back to laugh at me. I could’ve caught up to her with little effort but her ass in those shorts. Damn I wanted to stay in the rear so I could watch her sexy sprint. I want to touch her bottom. I want to do much more than touch it. I chased her for a quarter of a mile until she run out of steam. She gave up without a fight and started walking the track.

  I jogged pass her and turned to taunt her. “You run out of juice?”

  She chuckled. “Mason, I never run out of juice.” She murmured seductively and I had to blink my eyes a few times to cast away the image of her dripping wet cunt.

  “Is it swing time?”

  “Hell yeah, it’s swing time.” She was excited like a kid. Excitement, it looked good on her.

  Kari followed me as I walked down the path to the children’s playground. We took our assigned seats on the swings.

  “Coach Rizza, I got a question for you?”

  “Ask me anything.”

  “What is up with the blue eyes and blonde hair? Mason Rizza, aren’t you supposed to be Italian with that last name.”

  “I am Italian.”

  “You look Irish. You look like an O’Malley.”

  “Fuck the Irish. I’m Italian.”

  “I love Irish men.”

  “Okay well I’m a quarter Irish on my mother’s side so I guess you love me.”

  “Maybe twenty-five percent love.”

  “I can work with that.” I teased, but was I really joking?

  “Now I have a question for you.”

  She sighed. “Do I have to answer?” She batted her eyelids at me and I was distracted.

  “Kari, you ever been married?”

  “Okay, you just go right in with the personal questions. How rude.” She pretended to be offended.

  “I want to know.”

  “No Mason, I’ve never been married. How long have you been married?”

  “Ten years in July.” I recalled rather quickly and took note how she cleverly turned the Q & A back to me.

  “You having an anniversary party?”

  “I never thought of it. So I guess not.”

  “Ten years is a very long time.”

  “Ten years, three kids.” I added.

  “So you like your wife barefoot and pregnant.”

  “I let her wear shoes.”

  “You’re such a gentleman.”

  “Yes this is true.”

  “Where do you work?”

  “I’m in construction. I own a small construction company. We build stuff.”

  “I never would have guessed that.” She mocked me with her beautiful full lips.

  I was a little nervous around Kari. It wasn’t nervousness as much as it was I had so many things to say. But I knew our time was limited. So I stumbled over what to say next. What was first in my list of questions, thoughts and words?

  “Where do you work?”

  “Fed-Ex. I have been with them for sixteen years.”

  “Why haven’t you been married?”

  “I have no idea. I don’t know. Mr. Right never rode up on his white horse…Is that an adequate answer?”

  “Yeah I guess. You’re just so…” How do I phrase it?

  “So what?”

  “Pretty. Seems like someone would marry you just to look at you.”

  “Do you have any single friends that date black women? Hook me up. I see you’re very concerned with my marital status.”

  She had lost her mind if she thinks I would ever give her away to another guy when she made it clear to me that I have a shot.

  “I don’t have any single friends.” I barked and changed the subject. “Where’s Trey’s father?”

  “He’s M.I.A.” She delivered that answer completely deadpan.

  “Really, Trey’s such a cool kid.”

  “Don’t I know it? Any man should be happy to have a son like Trey.”

  “Yeah, he’s a great kid. He’s has the best manners on the team. I’m sure you didn’t teach him that. You’re pretty rude.”

  Kari frowned and flexed one of her feet out to kick me. I quickly dodged her foot.

  “I’m rude?” She placed her hand on her chest.

  “Yeah. Next practice, you won’t talk to me unless I talk to you.”

  “I’m talking to you now, Coach Rizza.” Kari hit me with one of her killer smiles. I’m dead.

  Time flew by and before I noticed it, two hours had passed. We talked about our lives before kids, hilarious things that happened in high school, our jobs, politics, religion, our childhood and any and everything that came to mind. She was easy to talk to, brutally honest and genuine. We had a lot of similarities although she was black and I was white. We liked the same movies, action, horror and sci-fi, in that order. We liked the same music, pop and classic rock and vintage MTV. It was almost unreal.

  I learned that Kari was thirty-four years old. I was off by eight years. I guess black really doesn’t crack. She was born in Chicago and she moved to California with her family when she was in the second grade because her father was in the military. She moved back to Illinois in the sixth grade. She told me her parents had divorced when she was fifteen and she had a younger brother that was a pharmaceutical sales representative and an MMA fighter.

  I learned her favorite color was pink and her favorite food was pizza. She told me she used to be an extra in movies and how she loved to dance at clubs when she was in her early twenties. She told me she loved chocolate cake. She shared that she lost her virginity at the age of nineteen and it was terrible. I discovered she was allergic to coconuts and Hawaiian Punch made her break out in hives. She told me she was single and her last boyfriend was fourteen months ago. I asked her the last time she had sex and she reluctantly told me it was ten months ago with an ex-boyfriend. She said she devoted all her time to Trey and didn’t have time to date, mostly because she didn’t make time for it.

  Kari told her life tales with so much enthusiasm, humor and optimism that you felt like you had experienced the deeds yourself. She wasn’t full of herself. She was a good person, a good mother with a kind heart. She was funny as hell and cou
ld impersonate Kermit the Frog better than Jim Henson. If I were single this would have been the best date I ever had.

  I shared a bit about myself with her but I preferred to hear her speak. Her voice was like candy, sweet, tasty, sticky and addictive. Her animation amused me. Her wit provoked me to think with reason and logic. Her charm was infectious. With all those things being said, by me and only me, it was Kari’s body that forced me to masturbate as soon as I got home. Why is this happening to me?

  I had never met a black woman like Kari. I had never met any woman like Kari. I met her at the track every morning at seven-fifteen a.m. I counted the mornings. It was three times the first week, four the next week, five times the third week. I saw her every weekday the third week. We would trade iPod’s and listen to the others music. She had a vast and more eclectic taste in music than me. Kari was probably the only person that had Lil Wayne on the same playlist as Beethoven, Marvin Gaye, Queen, Justin Bieber and The Black Eyed Peas. She introduced me to the jazzy voice of Nina Simone. We would sit inside her car and just talk and listen to music. I hated to leave her. I downloaded Nina’s Simone’s song I Put A Spell on You into my iPod. I played it over and over as I drove to the park to see her. That was how Kari made me feel, like she had put a spell on me.

  The days without her would be long and empty. My kids were my comfort. Tess was so different from Kari that she was a constant reminder of what I was missing. I would find myself staring at Tess and trying to find flaws in her. I knew it was to justify my behavior but I didn’t care. I was cheating on Tess even though I hadn’t had sex with Kari. Yet.