Chapter 5
The same waitress who had waited on him the first day he had come to town was on duty at the coffee shop. A cute kid with long brown hair and large brown eyes to match. It was a quiet Sunday morning and the coffee shop was deserted. When he walked in, he thought the girl would fall off the stool as she gasped with undisguised awe as he came in.
"Good morning, Shep!" she said in an excited voice.
Now he knew for sure that he was a hero. He bet that everyone knew his name in this town.
"Hi," he said. "What's good for breakfast?"
"Gee, we've got anything you want! That's two days in a row you've been in here, you know that?"
He nodded. "Looks like I'll be in here pretty often, honey. I live right up the block."
"Really!" she gasped with disbelief.
He thought she was going to do a flip when she learned he lived close by. She obviously had a crush on him.
She brought a menu, and Shep ordered some hot rolls and coffee. With the game so close, he didn't want to stuff his stomach with too much food. When the waitress went to the kitchen, she gave him an extra ration of rear-end wiggle. Her pert ass twitched tantalizingly to and fro, and Shep felt a stirring in his crotch.
He grinned. She was a good-looking kid, maybe eighteen, with a good body as far as he could tell, under the shapeless uniform she wore. Only her breasts and ass were outlined, and they seemed quite satisfactory, quite satisfactory indeed. She was probably popular with the local teen-age set, but by the way she had acted when she saw him, she had ideas of making it with one of the local ballplayers. Maybe with the great Shep Coleman.
She brought him his coffee.
"I saw the game yesterday, Shep," she confided. "That was a terrific home run you hit."
"Thanks, but we lost the game anyway."
"Oh, who cares about that. We always lose, but you really tagged a beauty. You going to hit another one today?"
"I'm going to try," he said modestly.
"I'll be there. I get off at one o'clock, so I can make it by starting time. I'll be sitting in the left-field bleachers. Will you hit a ball to me, Shep? Will you?"
"Sure," he said, grinning.
"That a promise?"
"That's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it," she said. "I'm Jeanie Anderson. If I catch a ball you hit, will you autograph it?"
"I'll be glad to, Jeanie," he said, as his eyes traveled over her body.
He was still chuckling to himself over the conversation as he drove to the ball park. One weekend in town and already he had a fan club. The great Coleman, he thought to himself, and he laughed out loud. This town was full of Jeanie Andersons, and if he kept on banging the balls into the seats, he could take his pick of the women here.
Shep wondered what Jeanie would be like in bed. A sweet young thing like her probably wasn't very sophisticated, but his mouth watered at the thought of sucking her young box.
When he arrived at the ball park, he went to the locker room and put on his uniform and went out to warm up. After fielding some ground balls and a few flies, he took a turn at batting. He was in good form today, and he belted the ball all over and out of the park. One blast off his bat completely left the park, and he stood there with the rest of the players, mouth agape. He couldn't remember ever hitting a ball that far.
"My God!" Boyce said from the mound.
McMurdo standing by third base, cupped his hands and shouted, "Hey, Coleman, come here for a minute, will yoy?"
McMurdo was with Walter Armstrong, the owner, and he felt a little uneasy about talking to McMurdo with him there. After what had been going on with Helene, and everybody seeming to know, he wanted to avoid this meeting, but there was no way to duck out now.
"That was a good shot, Coleman," McMurdo said. "Think you can save a few like that for the game?"
"I'll try," Shep said.
Armstrong was beaming at Shep. He was a short, plump man, about fifty, but looked older.
He said, "We've been playing ball in this park for twenty-five years, son. I've never seen anybody hit a ball out of the park until today."
Shep shrugged nervously. "It was a lucky shot," he said without looking directly at the old man.
"You're just being modest," Armstrong said, enthusiastically. "You have the stuff for being a great hitter."
Shep stood there quietly.
"I want you to know I've been watching you since you joined us, and I'm pleased. Very pleased. You've even impressed my daughter. She hasn't stopped talking about you since you got here. We both think you're the best player to be on this team for as long as it's been in business." He sighed. "The pity of it is, that with this kind of play, you'll be gone from here to a Triple A team by September, and with the Dodgers by the following year. But at least we can claim that we broke you into baseball. Well, I've got to run along. Keep up the good work."
"He's a swell guy," McMurdo said after Armstrong had left. "He loves this game."
"How much does he know. . .about his daughter I mean?" Shep asked.
"Everything," McMurdo said flatly.
"Including that Helene and I have ... have been..."
"He knows," McMurdo cut in. "He doesn't pretend when she is out all night, that she's at a Girl Scout meeting."
"He knows that she's making it with every one around, including me, and he talks to me as though it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't," McMurdo said.
"That's hard to believe," Shep said shaking his head slowly.
"Yeah," the coach said putting his hand on Shep's shoulder. "But that's the way it is. He figures your going to make the big league, and he loves to have a son-in-law who's a star in the majors."
"Not me," Shep said with alarm. "Majors, yes, but not his son-in-law."
"He's worth a couple of million, easy," McMurdo said. "And she's his only child."
"My price is higher than that. You think I want a wife that a whole ball club has been screwing for the last five years? No way. I'll bet even you've been in her pants."
The coach's face reddened. "I'm a married man, Coleman."
"So are some of the players. Come on, confess! You've fucked her, haven't you?"
"Get back to batting practice," McMurdo said. "Go run around the field a little."
Shep grinned slyly. McMurdo was grinning, too, just a little, and he turned and walked briskly away.
Shep turned on a star performance in the double header. Three home runs and a handful of hits to boot. His fielding was spectacular, and the crowd went wild with his flawless play. They won the first game easily, but lost the second, even with two of his three home runs in that game.
It was the third inning, of the second game, that he blasted a ball into the left-field bleachers. He watched the ball float into the seats and thought he saw a girl that looked like Jeanie Anderson back in the twelfth row. There's your ball, baby, he thought to himself. I hope you brought a glove with you.
After he returned to the dugout with his third and last homer for the day, McMurdo looked gloomy. With a straight face, he said, "Hell, Shep, you're making a joke out of the game. You have to hit a home run every time?" Then his face broke into a smile and he chuckled merrily.
Shep sat down and he daydreamed of things to come. Sooner or later somebody in the Dodger front office was going to take notice. Somebody would look at the records and say, "Hey, there's a guy in the minors who's got twenty home runs in fifteen games. Is he for real?"
"Maybe we ought to take a look," someone else would say, and with that he would be on his way. It was a nice dream.
In the locker room after the game, McMurdo was bellowing, "Remember, everyone get here by one o'clock tomorrow. We got a lot of traveling ahead of us. Anyone who misses the bus will be fined a hundred dollars."
The team was going on a nine-day road trip through the surrounding towns. It wasn't much to look forward to. Living in cheap hotels, eating at bad restaurants, and he'd be away from his local supply of loyal fans.
There was no sign of Helene when he was ready to leave the ball park. He was a little surprised at that, considering the way she had been haunting him for the last two days. Maybe she figured he needed a night off, or maybe she was waiting at his place. On the other hand, maybe she was out with one of the other players, just for the sake of variety.
Well, it didn't matter one way or the other. If she showed, fine. But if not, that was all right too.
He parked his car a block from the boarding house. As he walked toward the building, he noticed the figure of a girl sitting on the steps in front.
Jeanie.
She was grinning at him, and tossing a baseball from hand to hand.
"Hi," she said cheerfully. "I've been waiting for you to come home, Shep."
"Well now," he said. "How come?"
"Look!" she said, holding the ball out to him.
He smiled. "Did you get that at the game?"
"Well, not really," she confessed. "A boy I know caught it. But I made him give it to me. It's one of your home runs, Shep. You kept your word and hit one around where I was sitting."
"I told you I'd try."
She got to her feet. In the gathering darkness she looked a little older than she really was, a little less adolescent. He noticed the full, firm breasts pushing out the front of her white blouse, and the supple curves under her gaily-colored skirt. There was an excitement in her eyes, they were filled with awe, and desire.
"You didn't forget your other promise, did you?" she asked. "You said you'd autograph a baseball for me if I got one."
"That's right, I did."
"Well, will you?"
"Sure," he told her. "Sure I will." He took a quick look around the street to see if Helene's Cadillac was around, but it was nowhere in sight. That's all he needed, if he brought Jeanie up to his room and found Helene sitting there waiting.
He eyed the young girl thoroughly and said, "Come on upstairs with me and I'll sign the ball for you."
She looked at him with an uncertain look. "Do you think I ought to?"
"I won't bite you," he said with a smile.
She laughed coyly. "Well, if you behave yourself and be a good boy."
"I promise," he told her.
They went up to his room.
Shep thought she was kidding about behaving himself. Hell, she was at least eighteen, he hoped, and in this town he figured she must have been broken in by now. There was nothing much more to do here than spend your time in the back seat of a car in the local drive-in.
The way he figured it, he would be doing her a big favor screwing her. It would be her big thrill. She would be getting fucked by the town hero, and that was more than she could have ever hoped for. He doubted if she had ever been out of this town in her life. Someday, when he was a big star in the majors, she could look back and think how she had been screwed by Shep Coleman of the Los Angeles Dodgers.
"Here," he said. "Let's have the ball and I'll sign it for you."
He took the ball and wrote, To Jeanie, with all my love, Shep Coleman, and handed the ball back to her.
"There," he said. "How's that?" She took the ball and looked at the inscription. Her eyes lit up. "Oh! That's nice."
Shep grinned at her. "Come here, Jeanie."
She came into his arms as if she had been waiting for him to call her. He leaned down and put his lips on hers. She kissed awkwardly, as if she were half scared to death of him. She kept her lips hard and tense, her mouth closed tightly against his.
Stage fright, he thought to himself.
He slipped an arm around her, and drew her tightly against his body. He stroked at her long hair with his hand. It was soft and silky, and it smelled sweet. He let his hand run down to the small of her back, and then let it fall to her pert little ass.
"Jeanie," he whispered. "Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm not, Shep. I'm not."
"Then kiss me like you mean it."
His arms tightened around her. Again they kissed, and this time she loosened up. Her lips were soft and parted to let his tongue slip into her sweet mouth. At the same time he squeezed at her ass, molding the firm flesh in his hand.
He could feel her buttocks clearly through her skirt, and knew he had a first-rate ass in his hands. Nice, firm, and taut, the kind he loved to get his hands on.
As he continued to kiss her and stroke her ass, he felt her stiffen and grow tense. She gave a little shiver and moaned softly as if she were extremely sensitive to this kind of treatment. He held onto her and she let him run his hands over her yielding body.
He decided what was wrong with her. She wanted to go to bed with him. That's what she wanted, but she was scared. To her, he was a great celebrity, a glamorous figure from the big world outside her small town. He had, no doubt, had plenty of women, beautiful women, the best the world had to offer. And here she was, Jeanie Anderson, small-town girl, in his arms. She was just afraid she couldn't stack up against that kind of weight.
He decided to come on strong, and perk up her confidence.
"Has anyone ever told you, you're beautiful?" he whispered in her ear. "Hah," she snickered.
"I mean it, Jeanie. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true. You're really very beautiful."
"Go on! You're just saying that," she said. "No. I mean it. You don't belong hiding behind a counter in a coffee shop. You belong in Los Angeles, you could do good there with your looks."
"You mean that?" she breathed.
"You know I do," he told her.
All the time he was talking his hands moved over her young body. He cupped and squeezed her ass, and one hand moved to the buttons on her blouse and was busy opening the garment. Jeanie didn't seem to notice. She was in a dream world.
He got the blouse open and was unhooking her bra when she finally realized what was going on. Her hand moved weakly up to stop him. "No, Shep. Don't do that."
He had heard girls saying no before, when they really meant don't stop, since he was fourteen years old. By fifteen he had ceased to pay any attention to their feeble pleas. So he nibbled at Jeanie's ear and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as his hand squeezed at the free globes of flesh under the unhooked bra.
Jeanie was still protesting weakly when he led her to the bed and pulled off her blouse and bra. He sat her on the bed and stared down at her naked tits. They were super! Large, hard, sloped masses of flesh tipped with erect, cherry-tipped nipples inlaid in the reddish pools of her aureoles. It was a tantalizing sight, and he felt his cock responding to the stimuli. Shep kept one arm around her pulling her to him, and let the other hand squeeze the firm tits jutting from her chest.
She shivered visibly and drew back.
"Don't be afraid, Jeanie," he soothed. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"We shouldn't be doing this," she breathed. "Why not?"
"Because," she moaned as his hand continued to play with her tits. "We hardly know each other."
"I feel like I've known you for years, Jeanie," he said softly. "And I want to know you better, starting now."
"Shep..." she started.
"Sshhhh, don't talk. Don't spoil it. Let it happen for the two of us, Jeanie," he coaxed her sweetly.
His hand maintained the squeezing action on her breasts. He switched from one to the other. He let his fingers pinch the stiffened nipples gently, and she moaned and writhed as she sat there. They had a good feeling. Cool, hard-tipped, soft to the touch. She was breathing hard now, excitement running through her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, she leaned into his hand forcing her breasts against his teasing fingers. Her lips were slack and parted, and her eyes were dreamy slits, gleaming with need.
The next time he kissed her, her lips came forward actively to mash against his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and used both his hands on her tits, kneading and toying with them, and rubbing her aching nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmmm, oh, Shep," she groaned. Then he let his hand go under her pushed-up skirt. He started at her knee, then he was probing his finger into the elastic leg band of her silky panties.
"Uugghhh," she gasped as his finger poked at the hair-covered hole."
She was. wet. Her cunt was coated with juice from her excitement.
He pulled his hand from the confined space and hoisted her skirt up around her hips. Then he reached for her panties and pulled them down to her knees and off. He stood there a moment savoring the sight of her partially spread legs, and he had an urge to push his face into her wet cunt and suck her off for starters.
She looked half delirious, her face was flushed, her eyes were all but closed and she panted with excitement. Shep thought about stripping her naked, or fucking her as she was with her skirt hiked up. He decided to go the whole route and strip her naked. He unbuttoned the skirt, lifted her hips and pulled the skirt away. She was nude now.
She looked a little dazed, but she was resisting less and less. Shep stood back and looked at her again. He liked what he was looking at. She was no Helene, or Lily, for that matter. But she had a fine young body. All things considered she was a nice item to have lying on his bed, and his cock was standing at attention beneath his trousers.
He started stripping his clothes off, anxious to stick his prick into the nude girl writhing on his bed. Jeanie was still moaning, "No, Shep," at regular intervals, but she didn't sound very convincing any more. It was probably a female reflex action, Shep thought to himself. Something young girls were told from the day they were born.
She should say no often, thereby keeping her self-respect.
He got his trousers off, and then his shorts. Jeanie's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him. Suddenly her eyes were wide. She looked excited and scared at the same time. Shep sensed that something was about to go wrong.
Jeanie shook her head. "Please, Shep. Don't!"
"I want you, Jeanie. Don't be afraid. Don't say no. Let me hold you, Jeanie."
"I ... I'm scared, Shep." she whimpered.
He forced himself to mutter some kind, soothing words, and he wrapped his arms around her. It bothered him that she was still handing him that garbage. Nobody with tits like hers and a body to go with it was virgin past the age of sixteen these days. So why was she still carrying on like that. Why didn't she just give in to her natural instincts and let him fuck her?
He moved closer to her thinking the feel of his body, naked and strong, would break down her last barrier. He began to squeeze her breasts again, and ran his hand down to her cunt where he cupped her and squeezed gently. Just as he was about to mash his lips to hers, she managed to say, "No, Shep," for the hundredth time.
He backed away from her. Irritation showed on his face. He was ready. His prick was swollen thick, and his balls ached with desire. And here she was saying "No, Shep." He looked down at her coldly.
She looked up at him as if she was embarrassed at telling him no. "I'm sorry, Shep," she said softly. "I want to, but. . . but I'm scared."
"Why should you be scared?" he asked gruffly. "What is there to be scared of?"
"I'm a virgin," she said in a low voice with her head hung down. "I've never done this before, and I'm scared."
Shep couldn't believe his ears. A virgin, well I'll be damned!
He didn't know what to say at first. He only knew he wanted to screw her, and bad! If she was a virgin, he thought, it would be that much better. She would be tight as hell. His cock ached at the thought.
"Well," he said. "Are you going to or not?" he asked. He would rape her if she said no, he told himself. If she didn't want to fuck, she shouldn't have gone this far with him.
She looked up at him with those big brown eyes. "Be gentle with me, Shep. Please!"