Chapter 3
They drove back to town. Shep was fully dressed, and he sat there gaping at Helene in the bright daylight wearing nothing but a seat belt around her waist as she sped down the highway.
"Suppose a cop sees you?" he asked.
"My father will fix it," she told him. "Besides there aren't any cops on this stretch of road."
There weren't any cops, but there were other cars, and nearly half a dozen accidents took place when drivers took a double take of the nude blonde.
At one point on the way back to town, Helene put her left foot on the accelerator and threw her right leg out toward Shep.
"Want to play with me?" she asked with a grin.
He looked down at her cunt. It was covered, splattered with dry come. The hairs of her pussy were glued to her cunt lips, and the flesh was red and looked raw to Shep.
"Thanks, but no thanks," he said quickly.
She put her leg back down and continued to speed along. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know," she said with that same wicked grin he had seen before. "If you feel like it I could pull off the road and we could screw a little more."
Shep nodded his disapproval.
"I guess your right. There's always tomorrow."
When they reached town, Helene took him back to the parking lot by the ball park. She got out of the car and strolled casually about as if she were in her own bedroom, and proceeded to dress by the car. Watching her, fascinated by the trim play of muscles in her ass, and the swaying of those dangling tits, Shep was almost tempted to throw her in the back seat and fuck her again. Or, he thought, more in line with her thinking, they could go out on the ball field and tear up the infield.
But he resisted the temptation.
She finished dressing and got back in the car. "See you at the ball park," she said, and when he had gotten out, she drove away in a cloud of dust.
He got into his own car, quite a comedown after the ride he had just had, and drove to the boarding house where he was staying. He got into bed and thought about the night's happenings. But in no time at all he was fast asleep.
Five hours passed swiftly, and it was ten after twelve. He had twenty minutes to get to the ball park for the game and make like an athlete.
He didn't make it. He showered, shaved and headed for the ball park fifteen minutes late. Everybody else was in uniform and out on the field warming up. As he came out of the dugout he caught sight of Helene with a catcher's glove on. She was catching for one of the relief pitchers, and she grinned broadly when she saw him and waved.
"Hi there, Shep!" she called, loud enough for everyone in the park to hear.
He waved back. She looked fresh as a daisy, as though she had slept all night. He felt like a wreck, and was still trying to clear the fog from his mind.
Tom McMurdo came walking over. He looked more sour than usual.
"Out celebrating last night, kid?"
"Does it show that much, Tom?"
"It shows plenty. The bags under your eyes have bags under them."
"I feel all right," Shep protested. "I fell like I have a big game in me today."
"Out with the Armstrong girl last night?" McMurdo asked.
"Well..."
"Don't snow me, kid. I've been playing this game before you were old enough to walk. Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?"
Shep looked McMurdo straight in the eyes. "There's nothing in my contract that says my manager can direct my love life for me, is there?"
"No," McMurdo said flatly. "There isn't, and there's nothing in my contract that says I've got to recommend your promotion to a higher league, either. I can report that you're insubordinate, and you'll rot in the minors forever."
"Listen, Tom. I hit a home run last night and won the game, didn't I? And I'm going to get my hits today. As long as I produce, what do you care what hours I keep?"
"Because I know what that girl is like, and what she can do to a ballplayer. If you keep staying out nights with her, within a week you won't be able to hit the ball outside of the pitcher's mound. She'll take the strength out of you. I've seen her work before. It will happen to you too."
"I'll make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?"
"As long as I produce for you, you stay out of my private life," Shep said.
"All right. But you're no superman, and you'll fall apart just like all the rest."
McMurdo turned and walked away, obviously angry. Shep grinned. He must think I have a chance to get to the majors, he thought to himself. He wanted to develop a superstar and get a boost for himself to a better position than coaching a B Class team. He didn't want Shep throwing it all away for a blonde nympho.
The only thing wrong was that Shep didn't feel as good as he had told McMurdo. His head was throbbing, and his reflexes were dull. Between Helene and a lack of sleep he felt like hell.
It showed when he took batting practice. He managed to get one ball into the stands, and it barely went. The rest of his hits were weak shots around the ball park.
"What's the matter, college boy?" Boyce taunted. "They move the fences back since last night?"
"I'm just saving my stuff," Shep said weakly.
When he walked away from the plate his hands were shaking. Joe Floyd came up to him, a little man, shortstop with an inability to get hits consistently that would keep him in the minors for life.
"You didn't look so good out there, slugger," Joe said.
"They don't count hits in batting practice," Shep said.
"Yeah. You reminded me of myself up there at the plate. She really gave you a going over last night, huh?"
Shep stared in disbelief. "What the hell. . . Does everyone in town know about her?"
"You're new," Joe said with a grin. "Helene makes it with all the rookies. Last year was my turn. Last night was yours. We all knew that. She's a great one, huh? Man, I wish I could fuck her again."
"You had her last year, huh?"
"I told you. Everybody gets her at least once. I remember how bad I played after a night with her. I don't think I'll ever forget that night." The wiry shortstop pulled a bottle from his pocket. "Here," he said. "Have one. You could use the boost I bet."
"What are they?"
"Just a pep pill. They'll pick you up."
"Thanks anyway," Shep said. "I don't go for those things."
As game time neared, he began to wonder if maybe he should have taken one. He was dead tired. It was a struggle just to keep his eyes open. His nerves felt like soggy strings. For all his bragging he realized that he, like any mortal, had limits.
He couldn't get over how it was common knowledge that he and Helene had been out the night before. Everyone was grinning and winking at him with that knowing look. They were welcoming him to the club, he thought to himself, not the ball club, but the "I had Helene, the blonde nympho" club.
It was a bad night for the club and for Shep. They lost the game fourteen to six, and Shep managed to drop an easy fly ball that let two runs score to add to the total. The only thing that saved his pride for the night was a home run he hit in the fourth inning, other than that his hitting was way off for the game.
In the eighth inning, Shep sprained his ankle slightly and McMurdo sent him to the dressing room to shower and take it easy on his ankle. "I'm all right," he protested in vain. "I'm not taking any chances," McMurdo told him. "This game is down the tube anyway. I'm not taking any chances of you getting a worse sprain trying to play in a game we couldn't win."
Shep headed for the locker room. When he walked in he threw his mit into his locker and stripped off his clothes. He took a hot shower, and when he came out, Helene was standing next to his locker, her eyes fixed on his prick. "What ... what are you doing here."
"I came to see you," she said with that certain grin spread over her face. "You can't come in here," he said looking J around to see if anyone saw her.
"Why the hell not?" she said confidently. "You're a girl, damn it! You aren't supposed to be in the players' dressing room."
"Relax," she said with a casual wave of her hand. "I always do. The other players are used to seeing me here."
"Well, if you don't have any modesty yourself, you should at least respect the privacy of the other players."
"Oh, they don't mind," she said cheerfully. "They like me in here looking at them. Besides, my father owns this club. I can do whatever I feel like. Who the hell are you to lecture me? Two days you've been here and already you're telling me what's right and wrong. You have some nerve."
"What does your father say about your being in the locker room?"
"He doesn't tell me anything. He hasn't dared since I was eleven years old. Let's change the subject."
"To what?"
"To us. I loved that home run of yours today."
"We're losing the game," Shep said.
"Who gives a damn. You hit a home run, and that's what the people come out to see. I want you to take me out tonight and celebrate."
"I can't. I'm going home and get a good night's rest. I have to play a double-header tomorrow."
He turned and headed back to the shower. He felt a hand on the towel wrapped around his waist, and a second after there was no towel.
Helene stood there grinning, eyeing his prick with a hot stare. "I want some, now!" she said huskily. Her eyes glistened with need.
"Are you crazy!" Shep exclaimed. "You can't be serious."
Before he could say another word she was kneeling in front of him, her hand on his prick, and her lips pressing against his limp prick.
"Quit that!" he ordered, but her mouth worked on. "You can't..."
"But I am," she mumbled as she continued to suck at his cock.
Shep tried to pull away from her tantalizing mouth, but she held fast. Her mouth on his cock had the desired effect, and his prick swelled in her mouth. She released her mouth from him and ran to the nearest bench. With a quick motion, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. Then she lay with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up over her hips waiting for him.
"Hurry!" she panted. "I'm burning up! Give it to me!"
Shep looked at the girl spread out before his eyes. His prick was standing straight out, swollen, thick, ready to be put in a sweet snug pussy. He looked around and listened to find any signs of life. When he found none, he moved to her and put his prick at the entrance to her cunt, rubbing his prick on her cunt lips to open her for his prick.
"Put it in!" she screamed. "Hurry!"
Shep drove his cock into the gasping girl's cunt to the hilt with one hard thrust of his hips, and Helene screamed with pain and joy at the same time. He pulled it out, and jammed it back again, and she whimpered happily at his rough treatment. In a way he was paying her back for trapping him like this, and for ordering him around as if he was her slave.
He fucked her savagely, smashing his cock into the yielding cunt with a passion. His balls made a loud 'slapping noise as he drove into her and they followed to smack her ass.
"Faster! Faster!" she demanded. "Fuck the hell out of me!" she hissed. "More! More!"
He rammed it into her faster and harder and she squealed with delight. "That's it, baby! More! More!"
Helene jerked, and she gasped loudly as she went off. "Ooohh, fantastic," she groaned. "Come on, baby, fill me up. Blow my cunt off!"
Shep obliged her and shot his load into her writhing body. She smiled with glee and humped onto the driving cock. "Go, man! Go! Go! Go!"
She nearly fell off the narrow bench in an effort to get all she could from his pulsating prick, and she had to grab the bench as she threw her hips up to him.
She finally went limp with exhaustion, and Shep pulled away from her.
"Great!" she said weakly. "That was just great!"
The sounds of people coming in from the dugout startled Shep. He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist again.
"Get up!" he said excitedly. "Hurry! Someone is coming."
"What are you worrying about?" she asked casually. "Most of them have seen me like this before." She giggled.
"Come on," he said.
"Oh, all right. I don't know why you're so excited, but if it'll make you happy." She got up and put her panties on. Just as she was smoothing the front of her skirt the players started coming into the locker room. One by one they passed by to go to their lockers. Each gave Shep a big grin and walked by. Helene just stood there smiling at Shep, and he wondered when she was going to leave.
But she didn't go. Even as the players started undressing, she stood there. No one seemed to pay any attention to her. They stripped and went into the shower as if she weren't there, and Helene's eyes followed them, one by one.
He watched her. Her eyes were lit up like a neon sign, it was a nympho's paradise, cock all over the place, all she could ask for. He wondered if she'd take the rest of the team on now. He was sure it was passing through her mind. She seemed intoxicated by the sight of so many naked men.
She turned to Shep. "Well, how about tonight?"
"I can't," he told her.
"Come on, Shep, please."
"I really have to get some rest. How about tomorrow night."
She looked at him coldly. "Tonight!"
"Sorry," he said. "I just can't do that." He turned and went to his locker. When he turned back, she was gone.
Shep thought about Helene. It was possible that he had made an enemy, a very powerful enemy. Well, too bad. He wasn't anyone's slave, and she wasn't going to dictate what and when he was going to be doing off the field. But, she was really something else. He had just fucked her with a couple of thousand people above them. Then she had stayed in the dressing room while forty players stripped and showered. She had given each and every one of them a personal inspection as if they were flowers in her garden. Hell, I guess in a way we are. Anyway you cut it Helene Armstrong was something else. A real kook.
He finished showering again and dressed. As he left the stadium, he looked around to see if she were still in the ball park. There was no sign of her, and he headed for his car. Well, if she wouldn't come across any more after this, he'd get his somewhere else. But he doubted it would ever be the same as Helene dished out.
He drove back to the boarding house. There was a letter from Lily waiting for him. She didn't have much to say, but she took great lengths to say it. It boiled down to: she was bored with her job, she missed him, what's happening with his baseball career, and she missed him.
Shep smiled to himself and put the letter down. Lily. Good old Lily. I wonder what she'd do if she knew about Helene? What the hell. They weren't married yet. She wouldn't expect him to do without a little loving through a whole summer. Well, she'd never know anyway.
He took his clothes off and dropped them in a heap. Then he dropped in a heap on the bed himself. It wasn't much past five o'clock in the afternoon. He could get plenty of sleep for the game tomorrow.
He closed his eyes and fell into a sound sleep easily. It was not a lengthy one. It seemed like only seconds later that he was awakened by a loud rapping on the door. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was only half-past seven, and that wasn't in the morning either.
He sat up and yawned. "Who is it?"
Instead of answering, the door opened and Helene stood there. She stood there smiling at the naked body spread out on the bed.
"Wake up nature boy. Put some clothes on. We're going out to dinner."
He stared at her through half-shut eyes. "I told you I wanted to get some rest tonight, Helene."
She laughed. "You don't know me very well, Shep. If you did, you'd know I don't take no for an answer."
She was a stunning sight. She was wearing a light-blue sheath that was molded to her body like skin. It ended a foot and a half below her neck, and exposed her lush, full breasts almost to the nipples. He could see where the rosy aureoles started and it was an exciting sight. The dress came to a stop about twelve inches above her knees and that, too, was a sight to see.
As she stood there smiling, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Come on," she said. "Up."
"You win," Shep said, grinning despite himself. "How the hell did you know where to find me?"
"Your address is on file with the team. Get moving, will you. I'm starved."
"Take it easy. Give me a minute to wake up. I haven't had much rest the last couple of days."
"I know," she said smiling.
"Yeah," he said smiling back at her. "I guess you would."