One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored)

... the playoffs and this is a chance to get me some work to keep me fresh.” I heard mom’s footsteps descending the steps and a moment later she popped into the kitchen. “My, aren’t you two the early birds?” (Dad taught school and mom worked from home, so during the summer no one was up very early, especially not me.) “Hey mom. I was telling Hannah she could sleep in my bed from now on, I’ll take the couch.” She nodded to me and replied, “maybe a day late, but a good decision – and if this young lady will be using your room you better redd it up! Pick all those clothes up off the floor and go through it with the sweeper!” “Yes mom.” ========================================================================= By afternoon the lack of sleep was catching up with me, so I laid down for a nap around 3 and was up an hour later for supper. With the four of us around the table, it felt more like it would if I had a sister, instead of being an only child. It had a nice, comfortable feel. At 4:30 I had finished and went back to my now neat and clean room to gather up my uniform, shoes and glove. As my family almost never came to my games, I realized the opportunity I had and asked mom if I could borrow the camera and have Hannah take some pictures during the game. It only took five minutes to get to the park, close enough that sometimes I went by bicycle instead using the car. The Number 2 field didn’t have any dugouts, just a metal bench on each side behind a protective fence. There was ...

... one set of bleachers past third base, but friends and family were free to linger around the backstop and mingle with the players by the benches. I showed Hannah the camera, one of the kind that would immediately eject a picture that would develop within a minute or two. There were ten exposures in the cartridge, and I asked her to roam around and get some close up pictures of me while I was pitching. Six o’clock came quickly and it was my time to take the mound to pitch the top of the 1st inning. I was facing Miller Pontiac, the same team I had beaten my last time out the week before. I took a deep breath, got the sign from the catcher, and fired a fastball over the outside corner. The umpire uttered a soft “ball!” Again I hit the spot, and it was “ball two!” A couple minutes later I was pacing behind the mound, trying to calm myself down, as I had walked the first two batters. Last week that umpire had even told me between innings “just keep throwing it there” and but this bastard was squeezing me. Rudy was the #3 hitter and leading the league in batting average. I instead went inside on him and got a pop up. I gave the cleanup hitter Vinnie a beautiful change up, but he reached down and pulled it through the hole at short for a single to left to drive in a run. I got the next two and it was back to the bench to recoup. The manager and a couple of the players gave me the standard pep talk as I threw my glove down at the end of the bench. Hannah came over and stood behind me, ...