Let's Play Ball

LET’S PLAY BALL

Book One

By Lolah Lace

Published by Lolah Lace

Copyright © 2013 by Lolah
Lace

Cover Image by Oleksandr
Lishinskiy

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Dedications

To those who have sexy stories to
tell.

PROLOGUE

None of this went the way I thought it
would. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t pray for it and I definitely
didn’t expect it. I was happy with the life I had before her,
before she smiled at me, before she let me inside her. But it’s
strange how happiness can be redefined in the moment. She made me
feel more than alive. She made me feel like my heart was on fire
and only she could make it burn. Her heat was intense and I craved
it like the air I breathed. I could never get enough. You can’t
miss what you never had. But I had her and the passion was heat,
the sex was a fire that blazed beyond belief. I’m not a bad guy.
I’m not some self-absorbed prick. I’m not an asshole but in the end
that’s exactly how I look. Yet, it is not at all how I felt. I was
happy.

CHAPTER 1

_______________________

The day was Saturday April 20th. It was
picture day for the Braves little league baseball team I coached. I
had been blessed with a daughter as my first child. Just because
she was a girl didn’t mean she couldn’t play sports. Our community
kids’ baseball was co-ed. I taught my dear daughter Hannah the game
of baseball well. At eight years old she was pretty good. I wasn’t
opposed to things like ballet or gymnastics. But there was no way I
was going to wait for my four year old son Matt and my two year old
son Tim to grow up before I got my shot at coaching little
league.

I had been coaching for three years
since Hannah turned five. I know they are just kids but I was
pretty damn good at it, this coaching thing. I enjoyed it. It was a
way to relieve some of the day to day stress that managing my own
construction company brought to my boring life. I sent a blanket
email out to all the parents of the kids to arrive at the Annerino
Park District at 10 a.m. I had to send a separate email out to the
mother of the latest addition to the team. Her kid didn’t have his
jersey yet. I was told his mother had missed the registration
deadline and took one of the last of two spots and ended up on my
team. I received the paperwork a few days ago. It had the child’s
name, the parent’s name, address, phone number and other pertinent
information.

The new kid’s mother never responded to
my email so I called and told her to come early to get the uniform
so her son Trey could have enough time to change into
it.

We had never met so when she arrived at
the Park District she called my cell. Naturally I missed the call
because I didn’t hear it ring. I had a horde of seven and eight
year olds around me. I called her right back. She answered and in
seconds everything changed.

“
Hello, is this Kari?” I
pronounced it like the traditional Carrie.

“
Yeah, hi. I’m here but I
don’t see you.”

“
We’re in the back of the
lot by the playground.”

“
Okay. I’m by the
playground.”

A small crowd parted and she emerged
through them like a famous popstar, Britney Spears, no Beyonce. She
spotted me seconds after I spotted her. We were the only two people
holding cell phones to their ears. I waved her and her son
over.

“
I see you.” She smiled as
she approached me and ended our cell call. Her smile wasn’t huge or
evasive. It was small but uniquely genuine.

I placed my cell in my pocket. Her
brown eyes didn’t look away. Fuck me. I quickly scanned her face.
She’s so pretty and she was black, African American or whatever is
politically correct. I guess I suspected that much but I didn’t
expect her to be so young and such a hotty. She was wearing blue
jeans, a gray fitted thermal shirt and a thin gray leather jacket.
Her hair was parted down the middle, shoulder length brown and
shiny. Her skin was tanned. No I guess not exactly tanned. That was
her natural color. Her brown eyes didn’t wander around the parking
lot. They just burned into me, warming me in the chill of the
morning. She just looked right at me with her closed mouth smile.
There was something beguiling in her grin.

“
Kari.” I said although it
was obvious. She is Kari. I instinctively offered my
hand.

“
Coach Rizza.” She took my
hand in hers.

There was an electrical current that
surged between us. I probably imagined it. Her hands were soft but
a little cold. She didn’t shake my hand like a man she just held it
for a few seconds before she let go running her fingertips over my
palm.

I reluctantly pried my eyes away from
her to greet her wide-eyed son Trey. “Hey Buddy, you ready to play
ball?” Trey only shook his head yes. “We’re going to have loads of
fun this season Trey. Are you ready to have some fun?”

“
Yes.” He mumbled. The boy
was lean and tall. He was obviously her biological son. He looked
like her just a shade darker. I quickly thought maybe we could win
this year. I have two black boys on my team. Not sure if that’s
racist but it was the first thing I thought.

“
Hey buddy I got a uniform
for you.” I smiled at the kid and he just looked shell-shocked. I
reached into my duffel and retrieved his socks, pants and jersey. I
placed the baseball cap on his head and I think I saw I glimmer of
a smile creep from the kid. “Get changed up and come get in line
with the rest of your team.”

I handed the gear over to Kari. “Be
right back.”

“
Great, just come back to
the line.” I looked down at Trey. “You ready for pictures
buddy?”

“
Yeah.” He
muttered.

Kari palmed the back of his head and
led him toward the park district building. I watched her walk away.
I needed to get a glimpse from behind. She was wearing the hell out
of those skinny Levis. My cock jumped in my underwear. Chill out
buddy, I said to my cock because I view him as my evil twin
brother.

I turned around and caught wind of the
fact I wasn’t the only guy watching her walk away. Caleb’s dad and
Payton’s dad were watching Kari also. They were actually foaming at
the mouth. My brother Mike had disappeared. Hope he takes being my
assistant coach seriously.

There were kids, coaches and parents
everywhere. Everyone had showed up. Only one kid was late. The last
kid to arrive was the other black kid on the team Derrick. I
chuckled to myself when he arrived with his mother thirty minutes
after the given time. What’s with black people always being late?
Kari was on time but I will watch her to see if she proves the
stereotype wrong. Bullshit, I’m going to watch her because she’s a
fucking knockout with a smoking hot rear end.

Picture day went off without a hitch. I
concentrated on my kids. It was easy to do because Miss Kari tight
jeans had ventured away and turned her back on the group. She
didn’t interact with the other parents at all. She had an earpiece
in her ear the entire time talking on her cellphone to someone. In
the distance I saw her giggle a few times. Wonder if that’s her
boyfriend on the other line?

After we got the pictures squared away
I had to inform Trey’s mother where practice would be held. Since
Kari was late to register Trey, he had missed two practices.
Actually he only missed one because the other got rained out. It
seemed to rain four out of the five days in the week in April. I
gathered up my gear which wasn’t much because this wasn’t an actual
game. I placed the baseball props we used in the pictures into my
duffel and slug it over my shoulder.

I spotted Kari through the crowd of
scattered parents. She was bent over talking to Trey. My cock
jumped when I thought about coming up behind her, grabbing her
beautiful ass, prying her out of those Levis and ramming my cock
deep inside her pussy. I smiled inside and smirked on the outside.
What the fuck has gotten into me? I had to scold my perverted inner
self. Control yourself you fucking jag off!

I approached and put on my professional
face. “Kari.”

She turned to face me. “Coach Rizza.”
She smiled. Damn, her smile was disarming.

“
Did you get the email about
practice?”

“
No I didn’t get
it.”

“
I sent it a few days
ago.”

“
My email was hacked so I
missed some emails. It may be in my spam folder or something. Could
you send it again?”

“
Sure, would it be better to
text it to you.”

“
Either way is
fine.”

“
It just said that practice
is Tuesdays and Thursdays five-thirty to seven o’clock at Sunset
Park.”

“
Sunset Park? Where is
that?”

“
It’s off One Hundred and
Thirteenth Street?”

“
Okay,” She grimaced. “I
have absolutely no idea where that is.”

“
I will text you the
address.”

“
Okay, thanks.” She smiled.
I sensed she was trying to end the conversation.

“
So has Trey played baseball
before?”

“
Never.”

“
Football?”

“
No never.”

“
Basketball?”

“
Never.”

It was my turn to grimace. What the
fuck? He’s black. He’s never played any sports, as she put it
NEVER, huh. There is no wedding ring on her finger maybe he doesn’t
have a father. She probably had him young. I can’t tell how old she
is but she looks about ten years younger than me. That would make
her twenty-six. That would mean she probably had him at nineteen
years old or younger.

“
It’s fine. I’ll teach him.”
That was a promise. I would give him extra attention. He was black
and one of the tallest kids on my team although he was seven and I
had eight year olds also.

“
I hope so.”

“
It’s no problem. I’m good
at this?”

Kari went to speak but held back.
Instead of words she just bit her bottom lip and smirked. “So
practice on Tuesday?”

“
Yeah,” I realized that I
had been walking alongside Kari and her son. Somehow we ended up in
the parking lot and I wasn’t quite sure how I got there. I recall
my daughter Hannah was trailing behind me a minute ago. I turned
and looked back and she was gone.

“
Hey dad! Mom’s parked over
here.” I turned to the sound of Hannah’s voice. She was standing on
the other side of the lot carrying our folded up Braves team
banner.

I turned back to Kari and Trey as they
were walking away from me. “Hey Trey! See you at practice
buddy.”

Trey turned back and waved at me.
That’s something. His mother did not. I brushed away the odd surge
I felt when I touched Trey’s mother. I was sure when I saw her at
Tuesday’s practice the intensity would have dissipated. I’m not
sure why I felt this way. I had never experienced anything to
compare it with.

CHAPTER 2

_______________________

Strangely, I was looking forward to
practice on Tuesday but my luck was no luck. It rained. It started
to drizzle at five o’clock. This was quickly followed by a
torrential downpour. Practice was at five-thirty so I sent a
cancellation email out to the twelve parents of my kids. Well
actually Hannah was my kid so there were only eleven parents that
received the email and my brother Mike, the assistant
coach.