The major casualty seemed to be Eric’s pride, the poor young man blushing bright red at embarrassing himself in front of me again. “I’m okay thanks.”
“Hey Betty!” came a young male voice I recognized only too well, and I turned to see my tall handsome boyfriend Bobby walking towards me, his sister Evelyn behind him. Like me Bobby was blonde, and his sister Evelyn had brown hair, sort of the reverse from our family. With them was Judy, an attractive 18-year-old redhead who was Johnny’s girlfriend. Evelyn and Judy were likewise on the softball team and wearing the same uniform as I was.
“Hey Bobby, how are you?” I asked as we embraced, and I felt his strong arms around my waist. We all stood talking, other players and their boyfriends, friends and relatives joining us. Bobby and I were holding hands and I could not help but notice that Eric stood to one side, feeling left out as was the case every day in school, his longing for me obvious.
Bobby of course knew that Eric had had a crush on me for the longest time, and he was very gracious about it possibly as Eric posed no threat at all, in fact Bobby was very nice and polite to Eric.
The game commenced and we took the field against the Catholic girls’ team, whose dark red uniforms contrasted with our sky blue uniforms. Several times as I stood at second base I saw Eric pacing up and down on his own, clearly not understanding how to play softball, but he kept looking at me while trying too hard to make it obvious that he wasn’t.
Johnny, Bobby and some of the other boys departed during a break between innings, needing to get on the bus that would take them to their training exercise overnight. The game was a close one and bases were loaded as Paula took the bat and strode to the plate, me standing at first, Doris on second and Susan on third.
We needed a miracle, and while Paula was good hitter Brenda, the Catholic school pitcher, was very good at her craft and we already had two out. After incurring strike one from Brenda’s pitch, Paula managed to belt the ball way over the fielding teams’ head right into the outfield for a home run. We all sprinted for home, and Paula had already reached home plate and was safe as the ball was thrown back, we had won by one run in a thrilling game.
In the showers afterwards, my vagina felt all tingly as I imagined Eric hiding in the change-rooms watching not only me shower, but my 18-year-old team-mates too, Eric able to see our bare breasts and bottoms and the brunette girls’ brown triangles of pubic hair, the blonde girls with blonde pubic hair and the redhead girls with curls of red hair over their public mounds. He would also have been able to observe lots of naked and nubile 18-year-old Catholic school girls in the next door change room showers, brunettes with brown pubic hair; blondes with blonde pubic hair and redheads with red pubic hair.
Drying off and dressing again in my regular bra and panties, check shirt and overalls, I put on my shoes and my softball uniform in my bag to take home and wash. I talked with the other girls and some of the kids from school who had come to watch us play, then left to drive home.
Eric had long gone, presumably to catch the bus home and avoid rousing his parents’ suspicions that he might have been doing something that they disapproved of, like not only watching sports but watching the bad influence girl from next door playing sports.
It was quiet at home with my brothers all away overnight and our parents’ not due home until late in the evening. I brought in my laundry, and fed the cat her dinner with Rosie very impatient that I wasn’t performing the task as quickly as she would have liked. I talked to my boyfriend’s sister Evelyn on the phone for a while, wondering if Eric was listening in to the call on the party line, but if he was it wouldn’t have heard anything interesting, most of it was about the baseball game this afternoon, what the boys were getting up to on their night away and school.
I heated up some left over casserole for my dinner, and then finished off an English essay and a calculus paper for school next week while listening to the radio. My parents would have been pleased with me being a square and studying on a Saturday night then retiring to bed early after a busy day. True, my boyfriend being away overnight was a major factor in me doing bad things with my hands, mouth and vagina. But there was something else definitely in my mind. And it was something Mom and Dad would never approve of me doing.
Turning out the lights on the first floor, I mounted the stairs into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then went into my bedroom, the drapes wide open. I could see that the lights in Eric’s bedroom were illuminated through the drapes, but as the curtains twitched the lights went out. I smiled. Eric was there and now he could see what I had planned for his eyes only.
I removed my shoes and was barefoot, then took off my overalls and shirt, putting them away and walking around in my bra and panties. I then took my hairbrush and a wash-cloth and initially used the hairbrush for its proper purpose; brushing out my plaits while sitting on my bed in my underwear. What I did next however was definitely not proper behavior for a young lady. I laid on my back on the bed, opening my legs wide and showing off my white pants to the boy next door.
My vagina was already aroused even before I put my hand between my legs, touching my private female area through the soft white cotton of my teen panties, tracing the shape of my vulva in my pants. My nipples tingled as I touched my breasts through the white fabric of my brassiere. Knowing that Eric was watching all this drove me wild.
The double cotton saddle of my panties was plenty damp when I removed my underpants, and the nipples of my large breasts hard as I took off my bra, casting my underwear to one side. I spread my legs wide open, giving Eric a grandstand view of my vagina, opening my legs wider still so he could see my anus too.
I stroked my own pubic hair, thinking about Bobby touching me there and Eric wishing he could touch me there, then inserted some fingers up my damp and aroused pussy, writing on the bed as I self-pleasured myself, my fingers getting sticky as I pushed them further up my female love hole, stroked my slim vaginal lips and circled my clitoris.
Other fingers I moved lower down, fingering the sensitive skin that separated my vulva from my anus, and then my anus properly, pushing the finger at the tight puckered opening.
Fingers were all well and good, but what I really wanted was something long and hard inserted up my vagina, and the rounded handle of my hairbrush was perfect. Taking my wet and feminine-scented fingers out of my crotch, I took hold of my hairbrush and inserted the handle up my pussy, gasping as it entered me and my bare toes clenched.
There was plenty of lubrication for me to move the brush back and forth, and I did just this, the phallic object feeling so good up inside me. Not as good as my boyfriend’s penis, but still pretty good, and even better given Eric was watching the whole show. While masturbating I put the fingers of my left hand to my anus, and this time not only did I touch my most forbidden and private place with my index finger, I inserted the digit up there, feeling the hot tight walls of my rectum close around it.