Page 51 of Curveball

“Have fun with that.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I throw on my new Philly Cougars Quincy Abbott jersey and head next door. I hear uncontrollable laughter coming from Kamryn’s room.

I walk in and see her straddling a pillow on her new waterbed, humping it. I look at all three of them. “What is happening right now?”

Bailey tosses her long brown hair to the side and giggles. “Kam is showing us how sex worked on her waterbed the other night.”

Kam fulfilled her lifetime dream of owning a waterbed when we moved to Philly. She’s been anxious to see how sex on the waterbed feels.

Kam nods. “I was riding her face, and I got into a good motion with the flow of the water. It was like riding a bull, but the bull’s tongue was inside me, so it was even better. Unfortunately, I got a little carried away, and I came down too hard on her face because of the motion of the water. She was whining. I think I can only ride a man’s face on this thing. Maybe I’ll find some guy tonight and give it a go. I’m guessing an orgasm could be explosive on the waterbed under the right circumstances.”

Arizona shakes her head. “With the amount of sex you have, I’m convinced this thing is going to pop one day.”

Kam unashamedly sleeps around, rarely repeating a bedfellow.

I nod in agreement. “This thing is the Titanic waiting to happen.”

Kam smiles proudly. “But what a way to go down. I mean that in every sense.”

An hour later, we’re at the baseball game. Because of Arizona’s status as Layton Lancaster’s girlfriend, we have front-row seats right behind the Cougars’ dugout. The cameras love to find us. We play it up, dancing for them. It’s bringing attention to our team and league. Plus, we’re having fun all being back together again.

Quincy pitches a gem. He’s having the best season of his career. He seems happier on this team than he ever did in Houston. I wonder why.

When it’s over, we all head to Screwballs where our roped-off booth is waiting for us. It’s technically waiting for the guys, but now that we’re with them all the time, it’s ours for the taking too.

Cheetah is last to arrive and Quincy smiles at him. “Finally! You’re last, sucker. You owe us a fun fact.”

Cheetah chuckles and says, “Human beings, especially me,are most creative in the shower. Warm water increases the flow of dopamine, which stimulates creativity.” He winks at Kam. “I’mverycreative andverystimulated in my showers, what about you?”

Without any shame, she responds, “I’m always up for a little creativity and stimulation in the shower. In fact, I had some last week. With a lion. I believe lions trump cheetahs in the animal kingdom.”

Cheetah scowls at her. He’s dying to get into her pants. He then turns to Bailey, “Why don’t you hookup like your sister does?”

Bailey responds, “Because I don’t separate the emotional and physical like she does. I need to feel something before the physical kicks in for me. I’m not anany big dick will dowoman, like my beloved little sister. Orany sweet vajayjay, for that matter. No vajayjay for me. I’m a magic wand only kind of girl.Onemagic wand at a time, and only if I’m genuinely interested. I’d rather be celibate than be with someone I’m not genuinely into.”

Kam nods. “She’s a serial masturdater.”

Cheetah lifts an eyebrow. “You mean, masturbater?”

Kam shakes her head. “No, I meant masturdater. She dates herself. She’ll happily go out to a meal alone, see a movie by herself, buy herself flowers, and yes, get off on her own, before being with someone she doesn’t share an emotional connection with. She can’t ever just give in to physical needs.”

Bailey sighs. “Your ability to make up words is unmatched. Just because I don’t fall for lines like,” In a deep voice, she mocks, “you’re so hot my zipper is falling for you, to get me on my back doesn’t mean I don’t hookup.”

I giggle. “That’s a good line.”

Cheetah leans over toward Kam, staring at her intensely. “How about this line? Your legs are like an Oreo cookie. I wantto split them down the middle and eat all the good creamy stuff in the middle.”

She playfully looks at Cheetah. “Is that the best you’ve got, kitten?”

She started calling him kitten the night they met as a takeoff on his nickname, Cheetah.

“You got something better, Kam bam?” And he started calling her that.

She nods as her eyes light up with mischief. “Want to play Barbie? You can be Ken and I’ll be the box you come in.”

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