Page 74 of Where We Fall

There aren’t enough hotdogs and ice cream in the world to make me stay and watch a game that long.

Me: Nice try. I know you’re trying to distract me from the fact that you clearly didn’t know my fact.

He ignores my text again.

Marcus: Did you know that the record for the fastest baseball pitch by a woman is 69 mph? (wink face)

I roll my eyes at the text but find myself smiling as I type.

Me: Now you’re just making shit up. Nice way to try and steer this convo to sex instead of my knowledge of baseball over you.

Ha. Take that. Trying to distract me isn’t going to work.

Marcus: Look it up, babe.

Look it up?

‘He can’t be serious,’I think even as I type it into the search engine.

What the hell? It’s true.

What a crappy coincidence for women everywhere. Of course, Marcus knows that stat.

I mean, all it will take is one more mph.

Thinking about sixty-nine has me recalling doing it with Marcus the other night.

My thighs squeeze together as I remember. I wasn't a fan of it before. I was never able to enjoy the man’s tongue on me while working to try and get him off.

With Marcus, it was a totally different experience. For starters, I love pleasuring him. It only turns me on more. Also, his oral skills are top-notch.

Marcus: Now that I’m thinking about 69…

Seems like we’re both thinking about the same thing. Though, I don’t plan on admitting it right now.

Me: Get your mind out of the gutter and focus.

Marcus: Hey, you were the one who texted me.

Me: Yeah, with innocent baseball facts. You turned it dirty. I hope you have an uncomfortable boner right now in front of your family.

Not really. But he’s fun to mess with.

Marcus: I definitely have a semi thinking of you sucking my cock. But good thing I’m seated at the table, and no one can see.

I laugh out loud, thinking about him getting uncomfortable at the table as he tries to think his way out of being hard.

Feeling a bit mischievous, I lie back on the couch and lift my shirt to show my bra. I push my breasts up where one of them has a nipple just popping out and take a picture of myself as I bite my lower lip and look into the camera.

I hit send, then get back to watching my documentary.

Marcus: Fuck, you look delicious in that photo. But that’s some cruel shit. You’re playing with fire. You haven’t seen me angry in the bedroom, baby.

Wetness pools in my underwear. That happens a lot where Marcus is concerned.

The idea of him being angry in the bedroom sparks a new wave of excitement. I’ve never experienced it before, but I have a feeling it could be hot.

This adventurous side of me is new but fun to explore. Who knew there was such a wild woman behind the shy, apprehensive one I’ve shown the world my whole life?

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