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My heart almost stopped as my eyes spotted the batter strolling to the plate. It was her. It was the woman I could not take my eyes off. Wow… it was even more amazing watching her walk with grim determination to the plate. She was staring out at the field, trying to decide where she wanted to hit the ball, where she could land a base hit. I could practically read her thoughts as she made her way up to the batters’ box. I pounded my fist into my glove and readied my stance. Whatever she did, I was ready for it.
Rodney went into his windup and delivered the pitch. It was high arcing, but it ended up dropping short and hitting the plate. That was the same short, but deceptive pitch he’d been throwing so far. She wasn’t falling for it.
She readied herself once again, in athletic stance that looked so relaxed. It showed she was not afraid to take her time and wait for the right pitch. She would gladly take the walk if it came down to that. Ok… here we go…
Rodney pitched again. It was the same pitch, but this time a bit deeper. I thought she was going to swing too early and get under it for a nice pop up fly, but instead she waited until the right moment and delivered a devastating line drive towards the gap between me and our third baseman.
It was low enough, but it was traveling like a lightning bolt. I watched the blur of the ball flying past me and by instinct, I dove for it. I stretched my hand out as far as I could. The ball smacked into my glove and I held onto it tightly as I landed hard on the ground. I felt the solid ground pounding into my ribs knocking the air out of me, but I held on all the same.
I had it.
Standing up and dusting myself off, I made eye contact with the woman as she jogged back to the dugout. She was looking at me with an expression of disbelief on her face. To be honest, I was shocked I’d caught it too. The ball was coming so fast and hard, I’m not even sure how I stopped it.
I continued to hold her gaze as she retreated. As my eyes dropped from hers eventually, I could not help that my vision landed right on her ass pressing against the fabric of her thin gym shorts. Wow, she was fine.
I shook my head trying to get back in the game as I jogged back to the dugout. I was surrounded immediately by high fives. “What a catch!” “Hell yeah!” “Way to go!”
I sat down and chugged some water as the other team took the field. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the object of my desire was pitching this evening. Interesting… I wondered if she was going to pull out any stops to strike me out. Or maybe she’d be so pissed that I had robbed her of her hit that she would bean me or something. It was slow pitch, but I’d seen people do it. Softball could be quite the brutal game when some people decided to get a bit hot under the collar.
Rodney was the first batter up. He struck out with three straight pitches, chasing every single one of them. This girl had a fantastic curve and some great movement on her pitches. I was instantly intrigued. This was going to be a challenge. Wow, a woman as beautiful as that, as athletic as this, and as skilled as she was—I was getting so turned on. She was amazing. And I didn’t even know her name.
Next up was Debbie Alderman. She hit a grounder to the third baseman. Debbie had wheels like nobody else and her speed forced the third baseman to rush his throw. He overthrew at first and Debbie got on base.
After that Carl Pritkin, our right fielder was up. He hit a pop up and was quickly called out.
Ok. It was up to me. I was batting fourth. The cleanup slot. I had a runner on base. I needed to get this done. I had to score.
I strode to the plate and faced the pitcher. I watched her eyes narrow into slits as I stood there in front of her. Yes, this was intense. She bent forward slightly and eyed her target. I took a few practice swings to warm up and give her a bit of a target, right where I liked it.
She threw the first pitch. It came at me and I instantly saw the fact that it was not spinning. It was a great knuckle ball. It went up high in the air and then it came down right towards me. It was going to clear the plate. I had to swing, or it would be called a strike.
I waited for the right moment and I swung hard. I felt the bat connect with the ball. I hit it hard. I could feel it, and it felt sweet. Yes!
I took off running towards first as I watched the ball go. I’d done it. This one had to clear the fence. I was sure of it.
But my enthusiasm quickly turned sour as I arrived at first just to see the ball clear the fence out of bounds. It was a long foul ball. Damn.
I jogged back to the plate and picked up the bat. Ok… I’d got a big piece of it. I could do this.
She was feeling the pressure. I could see that the fact I’d almost hit the ball for a homerun was getting to her, but she looked determined. It was a very sexy look on her. I loved her strong body language, her confident manner, and those intense eyes. Oh, how badly I wanted her.
She went into her windup and delivered the pitch. This one was a bit straighter, less arc. It was coming right down the middle. It was a bad pitch. I could see that she hadn’t meant to throw this ball to me this way so that I could destroy it.
I stepped into the swing and swung hard. The ball suddenly dropped about a foot and my bat went right over the top of it before the ball landed right in the catcher’s glove.
Alright, this was getting interesting. I had not seen that pitch coming. It was some kind of breaking ball. This girl was good. She was a ringer, had probably played high level competitive ball somewhere. I had to stay on top of things here.
I smiled at her as she got set for her windup again. She smiled right back at me. She leaned forward and got ready for her rotation once again. This was it. I had to make this one count.
I took a deep breath and waited for the ball.
“Come on, Kat! Zing him!”
I listened to the yells from her team’s dugout. Kat? So, that was her name… interesting. A piece of the puzzle solved. Alright, Kat. Bring it on.
She pitched the ball. It was a high floating pitch that hit the top of the arc and then began to drift a bit to the side as it came down over the plate. I didn’t even think about it.
I patiently waited and then swung hard on the ball. I knew it was a solid hit instantly.
