The Summer of 16

I had just finished playing my first game of the new baseball season. I was 16 years and 3 weeks old to the day. I played second base on my AAA team. We won the game and I went 3/4 with a double and a triple. Each inning as I ran back to the dugout from second I kept catching this cute girl checking me out.

After the game the coach was giving us the usual post-game pep talk. I had pretty much tuned him out because this girl was now behind our dugout looking at me. When the coach was done I collected my gear and approached the girl.

“Nice game.” she said.

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t think of what to say or do next.

“You can really hit the ball.”

“Thanks.”

We stood there looking at each other for a few moments.

“I haven’t seen you before. Are you from around here?” I asked.

“We just moved here. My Dad’s in the Marines and we move lots.”

“That must be tough.”

“I get by. We’ve been here three days and you’re the first person I’ve talked to.”

I felt a warm glow erupt inside me. I was her first contact in a foreign land. This MUST mean something. Now I had some composure and I felt confident.

“My name’s Rick.”

“Hi. I’m Shelley.”

“You wanna get a slurpee, Shelley? My treat.” I asked.

She smiled. Damn! What a smile.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

It was about a 5 block walk to 7-11. Along the way I would occasionally slip a step or two behind her – totally by accident of course. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was about 5’3” (I was 5’10”) and shoulder length brunette hair. She was wearing a white halter top and a pair of pretty tight shorts (not quite Daisy Dukes, but pretty damn tight). Her ass filled them perfectly; it was like 2 perfect half moons that wiggled just right as she walked.

When we arrived at our destination I, being the ever-perfect gentleman, moved ahead and opened the door. As she passed I got the full view of the rest of her body. I was NOT disappointed. Her breasts were shaped just right – not huge, but big enough compared to the rest of her that they really stood out. As she passed her eyes connected with mine and light up with a sparkle that I can’t even BEGIN to describe. I felt my knees giving way, but was able to remain standing. I’m very glad I was wearing my jock-strap because my hard-on would have been obvious to the WHOLE WORLD in my tight baseball pants.

I bought us a pair of coke slurpees and we went to the benches in the nearby park. We sat and talked for what seemed like eternity; talking about everything that came to mind. It turned out her Dad was actually in special ops in the Marines and he bounced from base to base. I also learned that she only lived about a block and a half away from me.

I glanced at my watch and realized we had been sitting there for almost two hours. Shelley said she needed to be getting back home so we made plans to meet at the benches again tomorrow afternoon and I walked her home. When we got to her place I didn’t know what to do.

‘Should I kiss her or not?’ I asked myself. I weighed the options and then decided the best thing to do was to ask her.

“I can’t tell you how much fun I had meeting you and talking, Shelley.”

“I had fun too, Rick”

“Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?”

Shelley looked at her door and back at me a few times.

“I don’t think you should. If my Dad saw I don’t even want to THINK about what he might do.”

“Oh yeah. He’s trained to KILL people, right?” And with that I offered her a handshake.

Shelley giggled and gave me a very quick peck on the cheek

“See you tomorrow, Rick.”

“Okay.”

I floated home and when I got there my cock was STILL rock hard so I went up to my room, took off my uniform, got out my supply of magazines (I started collecting porn magazines when I was 13) and jerked myself off in about 5 seconds. That night I had great difficulty sleeping and the following morning seemed as if in took 2 years to pass. Finally 2:00 came and I went to meet Shelley.

We met at the benches by 7-11 and she was there wearing a similar outfit as the previous day. Damn I love summer! Again we talked for hours and when it came time I walked her home.

Just as we were walking up her front walk around the corner of her house came her Dad. I nearly shit myself. He was about 6’6″, 250 and HUGE. He had a crew cut and LOOKED like special ops. Rambo was nothing compared to this guy.

“Dad, this is Rick. I met him yesterday and we spent hours talking the last few days.”

I felt like adding “JUST TALKING, SIR”, but felt it best to remain mute.

He extended his hand to me.

“I’m very glad that Shelley has met someone. I think it’s tough for her moving from place to place and I’m always happy when she makes friends in the new city.”

“I saw him play baseball yesterday; Dad and you should have seen him. He plays second base and he was the best player out there. He got 2 big hits.”

“I’m impressed. I played second when I was young, too. Your stock just went up a point or two, Rick. You’re okay.”

Finally I began to breathe again and he went into the backyard. We sat on the barco lounger and after a few minutes Shelley gave me a big kiss on my mouth.