Matty Scores a Hat-trick - Sex Stories

Matty Scores a Hat-trick

This story is an edit and re-name of 'Bowling Matty Over', published 16th February in Mature category. It alludes to characters in my story 'Autumn Flowers', also in Mature category.

'I'm sorry Matty, I forgot that you had said that you wanted to ask me something. Do you still need to ask me, or has the question been answered?'

Matthew, or Matty, was driving me home from work one day, as he'd often done. I'm Jenny, and I sometimes work at the garden where Matty is employed.

We'd been talking about courses at the local further education college or university that specialised in all subjects relating to environmental science. I was interested in getting more qualified, and he was telling me about his own studies.

'No, only you can answer it,'... pause, 'It's difficult to talk about,' ... another pause and he was gripping the steering wheel unnecessarily hard and chewing his bottom lip. 'The thing is I'm 19, and I'm still a virgin.'

He looked relieved to have got that off his chest.

'Well that's not so unusual is it? You're not exactly on the shelf yet!' I tried to sound reassuring.

'No, of course not, but I just don't seem to get on with girls in a way that will let the relationship develop. I don't even get to first base.'

'So what are you asking me?' I was intrigued, but a bit concerned as to what was coming, although I thought I could guess.

'Do you know anything about cricket?' I nodded, surprised by this; it seemed a massive non-sequitur. 'Well, ...

... if you're trying to teach a player how to bat, an experienced player might start by bowling underarms at them.' I burst out laughing.

'So you'd like me to bowl a few sexual underarms at you?'

By this time we'd reached the end of my road and pulled up. I put an arm round a very pink Matty, who wouldn't look at me. 'Matthew I've got to admire your nerve. I can't understand why you haven't conquered female flesh somewhere along the line, but if you think I can help yes, I could probably bowl you a few underarms. I think there's enough room in our back garden, but you've got to play a straight bat, and you've got to retire when I say you're out.' I was having difficulty keeping a straight face, his face was so pink and earnest. But I mustn't mock.

'I didn't mean....' He stopped as he realised I was teasing. 'Will you really?'

'I'll have a go. Come round to my house around half past seven; and please walk. I don't want the neighbours starting a chain of gossip about the merry widow.'

So that was how I came to be bowling underarms to dear Matty, teaching him about birds and bees in the best possible way - by practical demonstration.

*

I let Matty quietly in the front door, and hung his coat up, then took him straight up to the back bedroom. On another occasion I might have poured us a drink in the front room where I'd left the lights on, but I didn't want to give him the opportunity for cold feet, bearing in mind his past.

'You really are a very attractive ...