Page 64 of Double Play

Quincy and I look at each other and nod in a silent understanding. We both drop down to our knees and wave our arms up and down, worshiping the girls. The crowd overwhelmingly claps and hollers for us.

The game starts and we’re having a great time drinking beer and laughing.

As is often the case during timeouts, the announcers play games and do giveaways with the fans. During one particular timeout, there’s a Kiss Cam going around. The camera finds unsuspecting couples and they have to kiss. It appears on the big screen in the stadium. Sometimes it’s cute and sometimes it makes you cringe.

After three couples are forced into kissing in front of twenty-five thousand fans, the cameraman sets up on the ground with his camera facing Arizona and me. Suddenly we appear on the big screen. The crowd cheers in encouragement of us kissing.

Quincy wags his finger in front of the camera letting them know it’s not happening. The crowd laughs.

Arizona and I smile at each other as we move together until our lips meet. It’s usually just a peck, but Arizona decides to take it a step further. She opens her mouth. When she does that, I’m powerless against her.

I cup her face as the kiss deepens. The tips of our tongues meet, and the crowd goes absolutely berserk. There’s hooting, hollering, and catcalls.

Suddenly I’m torn away from her and in a headlock from Quincy. Though the crowd laughs thinking it’s all in good fun, Quincy mumbles, “I told you to keep your hands off her.”

We both grit out smiles though I manage to elbow him in the ribs. Everyone claps, clearly thinking it was a performance.

He and I glare at each other for the rest of the game. He’s being a dick.

When the game is over, Quincy happily tells me he’ll see to it that the girls get home and I should be on my way. Arizona whispers to me that I should wait outside and come in when he leaves.

Like the whipped man I’m quickly becoming, I’m waiting across the street from her apartment building. My phone buzzes and I see a text from her.

Arizona: He should be leaving any minute. Come inside when you see him leave. I’ll be in the shower waiting for you. I’m feeling extra dirty.

Me: Shit. Now I’ve got to walk through your lobby with a boner.

Arizona: Save that boner for me. I’m going to need it extra deep to last the next few days.

She’s so damn sexy. Her dirty texts have ramped up the past few days. It’s like we opened a jar that can never again be closed. I have to adjust myself just thinking about her waiting naked for me in the shower and all the things I want to do to her.

I expected him to walk out right away, but he doesn’t. At some point, I question whether I missed him. About ten minutes after her last text, he finally walks out of the building, looking pissed as hell. What is his problem?

I walk inside and take the elevator up to their apartment. After knocking on the door, Ripley answers. She has tears in her eyes. I touch her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “I’m fine.” She motions her head toward Arizona’s room. “She’s waiting for you.”

I walk in and immediately hear her singing in the shower. She’s so cute. It’s some mangled version of a boyband song. I think it’s supposed to be “This I Promise You” by *NSYNC. She really does like that band.

I quietly remove all my clothes and slide on a condom. I slip into the shower and run my hands up her body from behind. She yelps in surprise for a moment before relaxing her body into mine.

My hands cup her full tits. She lets out a soft moan. Turning her head back, she admits, “It’s hard to be out with Quincy and not be able to touch you. It’s been less than a week and I’m already spoiled. I don’t know how I’m going to make it the next few days while I’m gone, and then you have your long road trip.”

I rub and squeeze her nipples. “I know the feeling. Let’s just focus on right now, not tomorrow.” Running my lips up and down her neck, I ask, “How do you want it, sunshine? I’m so desperate for you right now. To fill you up. To feel your pussy milk me.”

She runs her hands over mine and wiggles her ass onto my needy cock. “Do whatever you want to me, just do it hard. I want you to make me ache. I want to feel you inside me the whole three days I’m gone.”

I shove her front onto the tile wall. I love that I can be a little rough with her. She’s strong. She can handle it, and I’m learning she more than likes it.

After spreading her legs with my foot like a police officer, I brush my fingers over her pussy. “If I slip my fingers inside you, how wet would I find you?”

She breathes, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

I reach my hand back and slap her pussy.

She gasps, “Oh god,” and then nearly collapses. I have to hold her up.

“Answer my questions when I ask them.”

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