"Your Mom’d probably say the rest of it was perfectly normal, too."
"Hmm," was all I said-because she was probably right!
"And she would be very proud of you with how you handled the rest of it."
"Yeah, I know," I blushed. "She taught me well."
We pulled up to The Mariner and went in and placed our order. We quickly found a table with the usual suspects-Ed, Frankie, and Ty.
"Well, if it ain’t the star pitcher!" Frankie said.
"And the guy who drove in the winning run, don’t forget that," Lily giggled.
"A lucky shot," Ty maintained.
"That was not," I said, indignantly. "That was good wood, plain and simple. I am an MTO, after all." Lily giggled-the rest of the guys looked confused, so Lily explained it.
They called our number and we got our food, and then went back to the table. We were just chatting. Lily teased me mercilessly about what had happened at her house-the guys loved that. At one point, the talk turned to baseball, and Ty launched into a dissertation about hitting the curveball. When he was done, Lily was grinning at him.
"Ty, I have to ask you this," she said. "Look, you know I love Mike and you’re my teammate and my friend so I’m not flirting, but I have to ask-do you have to beat the girls off with a stick, or what?"
Ty chuckled and said, "Do you know Emma Lashko?"
"Yeah, she’s in a couple of my classes." Lily said.
"Well, we’ve been going out for over a year, so that’s not an issue. She’d be here, but she had a family obligation. Anyhow, what made you say that?"
"Your voice!" Lilly enthused to laughter. "Oh my God!"
"He gets that all the time," Frankie laughed. Frankie was right. Ty was a huge guy-6’4" and built-he was black, and his voice suited him. It was a low rumbling rich baritone with a hint of an accent.
"I can imagine," Lily said. "Where are you from?" she asked Ty.
"Jamaica. We lived there until I was eight."
Lily looked at him and said, "Do you sing?"
"Does he ever," I told her before he could say anything.
"Oh, man," Lily said, and turned to me. "The next time you and I are in your room doing the nasty, we’re bringing him, and he’s going to stand in the corner and sing Barry White songs while you ravage me!"
Everyone broke up at that, Ty most of all, and then Ty favored us with a chorus of "Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love." Lily grabbed my arm, shivered and went "ooooOOOOooo!" And half the restaurant applauded when he was done! Ty can really sing-he went on for an hour, entertaining us all, at last year’s end-of-season banquet.
When all this merriment and singing was over, I noticed Ed looking at us curiously. "It’s kind of stunning, you know," he finally said.
"What?" I asked him.
"You two." He looked at us. "You’ve been going out three days, and I can’t believe how comfortable you are with each other. Even Jared and Amanda didn’t get there this quickly, and those two are straight out of a romance novel." He gulped. "I mean, Lily’s practically drooling over Ty, and you don’t mind. You give her sister a show-and-tell, and she doesn’t mind. She’s in a shower with 20 naked ballplayers, and nobody minds. It really is stunning."
"I don’t know what to tell you, Ed," Lily said gently. "When it clicks, it clicks."
"Yeah," Ed said a little sadly. Then visibly made an effort to lighten the mood. "According to your boyfriend, I’m going to have to go to Latvia for it to click."
"Brush up on that goat-milking," I told him.
After that, we drove back to Lily’s house. It was already pretty late. Lily’s Mom was up waiting for her.
"Mike, how are you going to get home?" she asked.
"Walk," I told her. "Mom and Marina are in for the night, I’m not going to have one of them come pick me up."
"Mike, you live over two miles away, and it’s almost eleven o’clock!" Lily said.
"Ah, that’s OK. I’ll be fine."
"Look, I’ll drive you. My leg’s better," Lily said.
"I can drive him, Lil," her mom said.
"You’re already in your pajamas, Mom, that’s not fair," Lily said.
"I really can walk," I said. This was getting us nowhere.
"What are we thinking?" Her mom laughed, finally. "Mike? Stay the night. Lily has a double bed. Go sleep with her." Lily looked at her mother incredulously. "What?" she asked.
"You’re telling me to have my boyfriend sleep over," Lily said, stunned.
"Why not? It’s not like I don’t know what you’re doing. And her bed’s more comfortable than right field," she giggled.
Lily let out a snort of surprised laughter. "I’d never thought of bringing a boyfriend back here because of Amber."
"Amber’s getting older," her Mom said. "After today, I don’t think we have to worry about Amber. She asked good questions. She’s curious. She has a good idea what happens between you and your boyfriends now, Lily, I don’t think Mike sleeping over is going to scar her. Now go!"
We went, giggling.
She showed me her room. It was what you would have expected. Yeah, it was girly-pink walls, lots of makeup strewn all over her dresser, you know. But then there were the baseball equipment, and trophies, and posters. Even a replica Pedro Martinez jersey hanging on her wall.
"That stays up there unless it’s being worn or washed," she laughed.
"Very cool thing to have on your wall. Not quite as cool as your girlfriend’s wet panties, but very cool nonetheless," I laughed. She hit me.
I asked to use her phone, and left a message for Mom, so they wouldn’t worry. Then we climbed into bed, naked.
"So, I’ve got you in my bed," she laughed. "What can I do with you?"
"Not much." She gave me a look. "There is no way I’m making love to you in that condition. I’d be too afraid to hurt you worse."
"How would you hurt me? I’ll just be lying down."
"How would I hurt you? By slamming into your bruised hip and thigh on every downstroke?"
"Oh, yeah, you’re right." She looked really disappointed. "Damn."
"Oh, OK, fine," I said in mock-exasperation. "We can’t do that, but I don’t suppose I can let my sweetie go to bed all horny and weepy, can I? Lie down." She did, and I crawled down between her legs.
"Oh, Mikey, I like the way you think!" She hummed and moaned-not too loudly, considering where we were-as I licked her to three orgasms.
Then she kept the promise she had made last night. She returned the favor.
We fell asleep curled up with each other-a perfect end to a great day.
PART SEVEN SATURDAY
I was barely awake the next morning when I heard Mom call.
"Lily, are you and Mike awake?"
"I am," I said as soft as I could.
"OK. Your Dad had to go to the office for a couple hours, and I need to hit the grocery store. It’s eight o’clock, I won’t be back for an hour or so."
"OK." I lay back down where I was-with my face all snuggled into Mike’s chest-but he had heard the exchange.
"Mmmmmmm?" he said.
"Hi, sexy," I giggled.
His eyes flew open. "Well, hello. What a thing to wake up to. I forgot where I was for a second."
"Mom woke you up, she was telling me stuff."
"That’s fine, I slept enough. Plus you’re playing with my chest hair."
"I like it," I giggled. I kept running my fingers through it. "Such an impressive amount for a lad your age."
"Uh-huh," he said.
"You know what?" I said impishly. "My leg feels a lot better."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah." I kept playing with his chest hair. "And Mom and Dad aren’t here."
"Really?"
"Really." I was really getting into this chest hair thing. "And I hear mornings are fun."
"Are they?"
"That’s what I’ve heard. I’ve never had a boyfriend stay over." Look at all this lovely hair. Hmm. Do guys have sensitive nipples? Let’s find out.