It all started for us about six months ago. We crushed the opposing team, and we ended up at a bar down the street from the playing field, toasting our victory. Two members of the other side turned up at the same bar the pitcher and a pretty redhead who'd played outfield. I could feel them watching us, and I nudged Drak and told him that maybe we should take things down a notch. That's when the couple joined us.
"Well played," Drak said, and he shook the man's hand.
"Win some, lose some," said the pitcher, and then he introduced himself and his partner to us, "I'm Chris," he said, and he put his arm around the redhead at his side. "This is my girlfriend, Trista.”
I didn't know what to do. We had been in a celebratory mood. But now we were drinking with our enemies, except Trista kept smiling at me, and Chris didn't seem to be nursing any grudge.
"You played well," Drak repeated, shrugging at me to indicate that he was as confused as I was.
"You already said that." Chris laughed, and then he added, "I might have played better if your wife wasn't so damn distracting."
"Oh, like it's my fault: I teased.
"In a way," he said, "and I hope you won't take offense at this. But all I could think about was getting you out behind the bleachers."
I was shocked that he would talk like that right in front of his girlfriend, but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she looked right at Drak, and said, "I was thinking the same thing about you."
Drak and I made eye contact again. Suddenly, everything was evident in my head. We were being hit on! They were lobbing easy throws at us, and I just realized we were fouling all over the place.
Chris threw a curve next when he said, "I think that the rest of the players have left the field by now."
I stared at him, trying to figure out how he might expect me to respond.
"Bleachers," Drak said, understanding immediately, and that's when we paid for our round and headed back to the field. Trista walked by my side, and the men strolled behind us. She asked me questions about how long Drak and I had been together, how we met, those sorts of things. Then she explained her situation with Chris. They were in love and had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a decade, but every so often they liked to hook up with another couple.
Like us.
Chris wolf whistled behind us, and I turned and looked at him. He was handsome, wearing jeans and a jersey with green sleeves and his number. He had on a baseball cap backward, and he looked too young to have been in a relationship of any sort for ten years. A boyish quality, that's what he had. I guessed that he was engaged in the same kind of discussion with Drak that Trista was having with me because my man had a look of almost incredulous delight on his face.
At the field, we divided for a moment. Drak pulled me aside and said, "Josie, are you down with this?"
"Oh, God, yes," I said.
He kissed me, and then we walked over to Trista and Chris. I felt a slight pang as my boyfriend wandered off with the pretty redhead. But that feeling was immediately replaced by desire as Chris put an arm around my shoulders and led me over to the bleachers. He sat me down and said, "I couldn't take my eyes off you during the game. I'm not kidding when I said you're the main reason we lost. I'm surprised I managed to get any pitches over the plate."
I laughed, blushing. Chris was running his hand up and down my thigh, and I felt it even through the thick fabric of my jeans. A shiver worked through me.
"Are you cold?"
I shook my head. I wasn't at all. The evening was positively balmy, that late gold glow of sunshine filtering down on us. It was perfect weather for being outdoors. Pretty soon the fireflies would start to flicker.
"Can I kiss you?"
I felt as if he had touched my clit. His words were such a turn on. I guess I had forgotten what it felt like being the center of attention by another man. Not that Drak doesn't desire me, but there is something so dreamy, so sensuous about a first kiss. For one awful moment, I realized that Drak was somewhere nearby, maybe lying down in the grassy field, making out with Trista. He might be stroking her shimmery hair, caressing her perky tits. Then Chris leaned forward, and I felt his lips on mine. I melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, tentatively at first and then more forcefully, and I gave myself over to the sensation.
He kissed me back, then slid his hand up under my jersey, and he started to pet my breasts through my white cotton bra. I felt ... awakened. More than that, I felt discovered. Drak and I had discussed kinky situations like this in the past. In the throes of passion, I'd confessed that I thought being with another couple would be erotic. He'd agreed. But although we sometimes liked to play that game of "Would, you fuck him? Would you screw her?" we'd never landed on another couple we connected with until now.
Chris gripped my hand and led me back to the bleachers. He took off his shirt and spread it out on the grass and then he had me lie down. I was so excited; I could feel the wetness in my panties, the liquid droplets of honey clinging to my pussy lips. I wondered how far we'd go.