Paula and Sue came over with a friend, whom they introduced as Janie. She was a cute little brunette who seemed very shy. She evidently had her sights set on Pete.
She was somewhere between Paula and Sue's height but had boobs even bigger than Sue's. I have to give Pete credit; he talked to her face the entire time. This seemed to make her open up even more to him. When they had to leave, I got my explanation before I asked.
The first thing out of his mouth was, "Did you see the legs on that woman, and those eyes, and those buns?" It seemed like he named every other part of her anatomy except her chest.
I guess he wasn't a tit addict like most guys. Since it seemed like she was self-conscious about her early development, I figured they should get along fine. I think she was the only thing Pete saw the entire game.
I was trying to learn something about soccer and asked Al a few questions about it. It seemed like Sue was a forward, and from what I could tell, Janie was a midfielder. He had said something about a sweeper, but I didn't see one in that spot on "our" team.
I suppose that with a goalie as good as Paula, it wasn't necessary.
The team they were playing wasn't very good. At halftime, the girls were ahead 5-0 and ended up winning 7-0, even with the bench playing the rest of the way.
Our game was a bit different. The team we were playing was undefeated so far and was tough. I wasn't pitching today, and the game was close. I had three of the eight hits for our team, and when I led off in the bottom of the ninth with the score 6-5 in their favor, I was intentionally walked.
They may have paid attention during the game but obviously hadn't scouted much. This was the reason Pete batted fifth. It also helped tremendously that the girls had brought Janie with them to our game.
Pete was out to impress her, I believe. He had had three long outs so far, just missing each one. Their pitcher was being careful with him, but Pete wouldn't chase anything. With the count at 3-1, he threw one over the plate. It was a little low in the zone and on the outer half, just where Pete liked it.
As soon as I saw the bat move, I started trotting for home. By the time I got to second, the ball had cleared the fence in right center with a lot of room to spare. Pete was happy to be mobbed at the plate but kept looking around until he found Janie.
After the obligatory congratulations, which I was glad to see were sincere since I figured we'd be seeing these guys again in the playoffs, we went over to the ladies. The rest of us gave Janie and the hero some space to let her gush over him.
I was glad it was someone else this time.
My mom was all over the kitchen when I got home. I tried to tell her not to get carried away, but she shooed me out of the kitchen, saying, "Buzz off! I feel like cooking
, and you, sir, are in my way!"
I retreated to Al's basement digs and asked him what was going on. "She's in the best mood I can remember," he said. "She's been running around so much I came in here to keep from getting hurt! I think your girlfriend coming over was an excuse to do something. Heck, I invited Joyce too.
I remember when she cooked like this before, and it was really good. She hasn't felt like doing anything like that for years."
We raced to the door when the bell rang, but Mom beat us there. Both girls were at the door, dressed to impress.
Joyce had a dark blue sundress on that accentuated all the right places, but my eyes were on the red-haired beauty beside her. She looked magnificent in a black sweater and skirt that really contrasted well with her hair.
No wonder I liked red and black so much!
Dad got home shortly afterward, and I introduced him to Paula. He did his best to embarrass her, but I guess she was immune.
When he said, "What is it with you, Matt? I was twenty before I could attract a girl as pretty as this, and you're reeling them in like tuna!"
Paula just smiled and thanked him.
"I'm already used to the Sussmann humor, too." Dad said, "How come I haven't met you?" We sat in the living room and talked until Mom called us in. I couldn't even remember a meal like the one I saw spread out on our table. She had made salad, beef stroganoff with homemade spatzle, and fresh home-made rolls.
To some, this may not seem unusual, but my brother and I have done most of the cooking for the last 3 years. I was pretty good, but Al's idea of a hot meal was fried bologna sandwiches.
Dinner was delicious, and Mom got emotional with all the praise heaped on her. When she said, "I may have to do this more often," the three men of the house exchanged high fives. We managed to make room for the Boston cream pie she made for dessert, but it wasn't easy.
Paula and I finally escaped to my place and kicked back on the sofa to digest and listen to some tunes. We had only been there fifteen minutes when there was a knock at the door. I started to get up to see who it was, but Paula pushed me back down.
"Rest," she said, I'll get it. "I was too stuffed to argue, but when I saw the expressions on the answerer and answeree's faces, I had to stifle a laugh.
Beth was at the door, and they were staring at each other like they were making an appraisal at an auction.
I was expecting a catfight to break out at any moment. Finally, Beth said, "I'm Matt's sister, Beth. Am I interrupting anything?"
Paula blushed and said she wasn't, but cracked up when Beth added, "Damn, boy!
What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you all be nekkid? Here I show up early, hoping to get in on a little incestuous action with my big brother and his shorty, and you're all dressed up. Get with the program!"
Paula looked from Beth to me in astonishment and said, "I knew it!"
I looked at her and said, "I've known it since we met." She shot me a confused look and responded, "You've only known you were screwing your sister since you met me?"
She got the desired reaction from me and laughed again before whispering "later" in my ear.
The girls put their heads together for a few minutes before they sat me on the sofa and proceeded to undress. Obviously, torture was on the agenda because first Beth would remove an item from Paula, and then Paula would return the favor to Beth.
After the first three buttons, I was as hard as a telephone pole. By the time they were naked, I could hardly keep my hands from grabbing one or both of them.
After they ran out of clothes, they stood me up and started on mine. They had some difficulty with the lower part. It seems there was a rather large obstruction in the way.
After the obstacle had been overcome, they both wrapped a hand around my neck and led me to bed. They didn't have to tug even a little. When we arrived, they gently laid me on my back and started kissing me.