"Well..." I began.
"Please!" Steve said. "It's not something I'm proud of."
"What?" Jolene said in a shocked tone.
"Yeah, what?" Bud said.
"Steve has apologized for taking advantage of us," I explained to Jolene. "He feels that he coerced us."
Jolene and I both had a good laugh at that. While we were giggling, Bud waited impatiently for an explanation. He even looked at Steve, who just shook his head and smiled.
"OK, Bud. Jolene and I were having a little lunchtime party with Janice Dempsey and Sara Henderson. We were in this little storage room in the gym, when Sara gets the cute idea to throw our clothes out the window so we have to run through the building naked to get them back. We manage to sneak all the way out of the gym without being seen, getting more turned on every step of the way, understand? I mean here we are, starkers, in broad daylight, at school. And just when we think we've made all the way, here stands Steve with all our clothes in one hand and his cock in the other, telling us he'll give them back only if we give him some pussy."
"You sonnavagun!" Bud said. He held up his hand to give Steve a high-five, which Steve reluctantly accepted. "So, Sis, I guess you were the designated sacrifice?"
"Oh, no! He did all of us! Well, three of us, anyway. Jolene missed out." I said.
"Damn! You're the Man, Steve!" Bud exclaimed.
Steve looked like he hoped this didn't go any further. He could see that Bud and Jolene were into each other, and the next logical piece of information revealed would be the fact that Jolene had had her mouth all over his cock while he blew his load.
Everyone had their reasons for dropping this subject right where it was, so I decided to help out by changing the subject.
"We were all shocked as hell when Sara tossed our clothes," I said. "She said that she and her sister Lori do that sort of thing to each other all the time. Do any of you know of any other adventures the Hendersons might have had?"
I didn't really expect an answer to that. I knew Jolene didn't know anything about it, or she would've said something at the time. Bud had known the Hendersons longer than I had, and I expected him to say something. I was surprised when Steve was the one who spoke.
"I do," he said. "It was at the New Year's Eve party at Bobby McKinnon's house."
"I didn't know Bobby had a party on New Year's," I said. I was about to get mad over not being invited before I remembered that Yvette would never have let me go anyway.
"Well, the thing is; neither did his parents. They were in Tampa at a party and didn't get back until late the next day. Anyway, Bobby had scored a couple of cases of beer from somewhere and we were all ready to see the New Year in. Thinking back, it was probably more than a couple of cases, because we were pretty well blasted long before midnight. The Hendersons were going back and forth with this "dare you" stuff, but I didn't know what it was all about until I saw both of them go out to the pool. The next thing I know, they're both naked and in the water. Good thing the pool was heated. It must have been at least 60 degrees outside - too cool to be running around in the buff. And before you ask - yes. I did get in too. It was nice. You would have loved it, Sam."
"Yes, it sounds like it was a lot of fun." I was still disappointed at having missed it. I made up my mind then that I was not going to miss any more party invitations. I said, "Listen, if any of you hear anyone making any party plans, please remind them that I'm available now, OK?"
Bud chuckled and tried to stifle it.
"What's so funny, Bud?" I asked.
"Sam, anywhere you are, that's where the party is," he said.
"Damn right!" Steve agreed.
Jolene nodded energetically. I felt better about having missed Bobby McKinnon's party, but I was still determined to make up for lost time. I had been cooped up way too long and I was going to work to catch up.
"Thanks, guys." I said. "That's sweet of you to say."
Before I could get all teary-eyed, we heard a sharp crack and looked up to see a foul ball sailing in our direction. We all scrambled to our feet to see if we could catch it.
It was angled further down the third-base line than where we were sitting, so Steve had a head start on getting under it. I ran right with him and timed it so I jumped at just the right time to intercept the flight of the ball. I went up right in front of Steve and caught the ball a good two feet above his reach. I twisted around at the apex of my jump and aimed my bottom right at Steve so he either had to catch me or dodge and let me hit the ground.
Steve's reflexes were pretty good and I landed right in his arms with one of mine over his shoulder and the hand with the ball right under his nose. He made a 'whoof' sound when he caught me, but he stayed on his feet. I was impressed. It must have been like catching a sack of flour being thrown off the back of a truck.
Steve was impressed, too. I could see it in his face when he looked at me, sitting there holding the ball and grinning. I thought he would put me down, but he just hugged me closer to him and smiled back. If he had been put off by being beat to the ball, he was hiding it well.
I was enjoying being held and had just begun to survey things from Steve's lofty elevation when we heard a voice from the infield.
"Hey! Can we have the ball back? Those things don't grow on trees, you know!"
Steve lowered me to the ground and I cocked my arm to throw the ball back, when I had a second thought. Instead of throwing it myself, I tossed it to Steve.
"You throw it back," I said. "I throw like a girl."
Steve reached back and threw the ball all the way over the head of the waiting third baseman right to the pitcher standing on the mound. I clapped to show my appreciation.
Steve sat back down on the grass and I sat down next to him. I thought about it for a second, then I crawled over into his lap and leaned back against his broad chest. He put his right hand on my knee and I took it in both of mine and pulled it between my thighs, clamping my knees together to hold it there.
He cleared his throat and said, "You may throw like a girl, but you catch like a Wide Receiver."
"So I'm wide, hunh?"
Steve put his free arm around me and tried to encircle my torso with it at the level of my breasts. He only made it halfway before his palm landed right on the nipple of my right breast. He squeezed my breast and I went limp against him.
"Hmmm," he said softly, nuzzling my ear. "You're nice and wide, all right." Then he kissed my neck and I leaned my head over, inviting more of the same. Steve happily obliged.
I glanced over at Bud and Jolene and saw that they were similarly involved. Jolene seemed more relaxed now that she had someone to keep her company while she and Bud explored each other.
The fact that we were all on public display discouraged any serious sex play, but none of us was inhibited about kissing and petting. As things progressed, Steve became more enthusiastic and I became more aroused and less concerned about being a public spectacle.
I hadn't realized that he had untied the back of my halter until I felt his hands cupping my breasts with my nipples poking out between his fingers. The feeling of his fingers pulling on my nipples me made me quiver. His hands were rough from the iron weights and I could feel the calluses scrape my tender flesh. He was less than gentle about it and I was even more turned on by this rough handling. I moaned rather loudly with pleasure and arched my back to press my breasts even harder into his hands.
Steve was encouraged by my response. He took both my nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand and tugged them.
"Harder," I told him in a husky whisper. "Do it harder."
He rolled my nipples in his fingers and tugged harder, pulling them out and making them stretch.