In honor of baseball starting back up, I've finally finished this short story that's just been collecting dust forever! For an approximate date of whenever I started this, it was the season after Jeter retired, which according to Google was 2014 so circa 2015 this was started. I am terribly sorry if you're an avid baseball fan and the outdated baseball players names throw you off. I didn't even realize T-Mobile acquired naming rights of the stadium and changed it from Safeco so I had to change that. Damn, I feel old now.
IMPORTANT: This version is edited. If you want the dirtier version, the same story is posted on fictionpad unedited. I'd recommend hoping on over there if you're interested in a filthy Edward.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the Twilight characters. I merely enjoy messing with them to make unrealistic plotlines.
Summary: I will never know why Rose decided to drag me along to a baseball game. Well, I knew the real reason, but why drag the friend with little baseball knowledge when you bought expensive first level tickets? Damn friends meddling led to me stepping into the box for an unbelievable at bat.
"Some of the best moments in life are the ones you can't tell anyone about."
-Anonymous
Hit for the Cycle / Chapter 1: Stepping Up
BPOV
"Rose, I really don't want to go to the Mariners and Yankees game with you tonight," I sighed into the phone.
"But Bella, Emmett's too sick to go to the game tonight. Do you know how much these tickets cost us? No way in hell am I wasting them! Emmett said to use them. He's a big boy and can spend the night alone. No use in them going to waste," Rose pointed out. I could hear her irritation in her voice. Her persistence on using her tickets was derived from that fact that she was a huge Yankees fan.
Rosalie Hale, one of my best friends, but also a blonde diva. Rose was originally from New York, but moved here to the lovely state of Washington at the age of seventeen with her family. Rose didn't and still doesn't take shit from anyone, but especially me because she cared for me so much. I knew the real reason why she wanted to take me to the baseball game though.
"Rose, I'm still at work and I really don't feel like going to a three-hour baseball game tonight."
"Cut the shit, Isabella Marie!" Oh geez, she middle named me like I was a child. "I am taking you to this game tonight. Now, have your pretty ass ready by five-thirty with your Cano jersey on. I'm going to tell Alice to get you all dolled up. Now go back to saving people's lives by serving coffee!" Rose hung up while I growled into my phone.
Alice Brandon was my roommate and my other best friend. We shared an apartment together in Seattle because it was just cheaper that way. It may have been cheaper, but I surrendered some of my personal freedom. Constantly Alice was bugging me about going shopping with her or going to a club somewhere to meet up with some other friends. Rose only lived a few blocks away so she was often barging into our apartment too. Sometimes I thought the two of them took turns trying to get me out of the apartment.
I worked from home as a graphic designer so I really had no need to go outside that often. My graphic design career was just taking off so I also had a part time job working as a barista at a small coffee shop in town which was where I was now. I was content with my life for the most part. The main thing I was missing in my life was one tiny aspect: sex.
I didn't need sex 24/7, but I was nearly twenty-five years old and I hadn't had some good sex for about a year or so. A woman had her needs! I didn't exactly blame Alice and Rose for trying to get me to hit it off with some man, but how they were doing it was the problem. A baseball game seemed to be their latest attempt to get me some sex. Problem was that the baseball stadium was probably filled with cocky and drunk guys.
I just huffed before going back behind the counter to finish my shift. Two more hours and then I had an hour before Rose would come to pick me up, but also an hour for Alice to try to make me look like a clown with five pounds of makeup. It wasn't like I was going to meet a decent guy at the game. I wasn't that lucky.
*Hit for the Cycle*
I hated to admit it, but I did look kind of sexy. Alice did my hair to make it look fresh, voluminous, and kind of messy. It looked sexy, and my eyes were to die for. How Alice did the mascara made my boring brown eyes pop out. Throw in my Robinson Cano jersey and a pair of short, black running shorts and I looked like I was about to seduce someone. I was staring at myself in the mirror when I saw Alice come up behind me and slap my ass.
"Hey!"
"Bella, with what you look like I won't be surprised if there's a drunken grandpa at the game grabbing your ass. That or you give them a heart attack," she laughed as she took a seat on the edge of my bed.
I shook my head at her. I wasn't that sexy. I wasn't Rose sexy. I was fake sexy and just for about four hours. Barely enough time to get a grandpa grabbing my ass or any other man. I started to think that my appearance was a bad idea.
"Maybe I should change or wipe some of this makeup off…"
"Oh, hell no, Bella! You remove anything from your body and I will personally go down to your coffee shop and give Riley your number and address," she threatened. Riley was a co-worker of mine who was annoying as hell. He kept asking me to go out with him, but I didn't want to. I didn't like him for his looks or his personality. I knew Alice wasn't that kind of malevolent, but I knew she'd do something.
"Damn…"
"Bella, I know you get annoyed at our antics, but you need a man in your life!"
"Alice, I'm just kind of scared that one of these days one of your antics will actually work and I'll meet a guy who's really great. Me being me though will be scared shitless and not let it develop into anything though." I appraised myself in the mirror again, thinking to myself that I was never the girl that a guy would set his eyes on all night and decide to take home for the night only to have it develop into a full-fledged relationship.
Alice got up from my bed and put her hands on my shoulders. She looked around my body because of our height difference and smile at me through the mirror.
"Bella, life isn't life without being scared shitless sometimes. Enjoy yourself with Rose tonight and have some sex!" she giggled, making me giggle myself.
*Hit for the Cycle*
Once Rose and I arrived at T-Mobile Park I remembered why I despised going to baseball games so much. Way too many people for my liking. Once we got through security, Rose and I wandered around for a bit. We looked at some potential places to get overpriced food later and did a little people watching. Really it was just me looking at some cute guys, but none of them seemed my type. The chat I had with Alice earlier also crept into my mind. Was it even possible for me to let a stranger I barely know touch my bare skin in hopes of getting sexual relief?
Eventually we went to our seats. Rose was correct that they were pretty good. We were about mid-way up the first level along the first base side and in front of the base line. People were still filling in the seats so Rose and I actually talked before we'd have to scream to hear each other.
"So, what do you think, Bella? I couldn't let these seats go to waste. Besides, I wanted to see A-Rod! I don't get to see him as often as I'd like to anymore." Rose was acting like a kid in a candy store and I grinned. She looked so carefree in comparison to her usual hard exterior she put up. She was wearing an Alex Rodriguez jersey, black cargo shorts, flip flops, and a Yankees hat backwards on her head. We were basically twinning except I wasn't wearing a hat.
"I think it's a shame that Emmett got so sick tonight that he couldn't come. Did I really want to come? Not really, but I guess it's good that I'm getting some fresh air," I answered, looking around the park. It really was beautiful.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't have to drag you here kicking and screaming," she grinned. "Have you seen any guys you'd like to screw yet?"
"Rose!" I screeched. "That is not public talk!"
"Oh please! Look here," she directed. There was a man in front of us and Rose tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around at us and he was decent looking. Dark brown hair that was kind of messy and almost reached his neck. Light brown eyes and some stubble growing around his nice jawline.
"Excuse me, but what's your name?" Rose asked the stranger.
"My name is Garrett. What do I owe a beautiful woman like you?" he asked as he grinned at Rose.
Rose paused for a moment, examining him for any signs of being a psychopath. She then threw a wink his way. "From that type of question, I'm assuming you're single. I have one question that concerns my friend, Bella." She grabbed my shoulders as she showed me off. "Would you have a one-night stand with her?"
My mouth dropped and I had no response to how blunt Rose was being. Garrett looked at me like he was seriously thinking about Rose's question, but then he began to laugh. I wasn't sure if I was to be offended or glad with that response.
"Why, Little Miss, that's quite a question that you asked and by the look of your friend she didn't know you were going to ask that question. But seriously, if I met her somewhere randomly, she'd definitely have my attention. I'm not a guy to sleep randomly sleep with women, but you are both beautiful, sexy ladies," Garrett complemented and showed us his toothy grin.
"Thank you, Garrett, for your time," Rose thanked as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"Any time, Little Miss. Have any more questions during the game or need saving from a foul ball please don't hesitate to call my name." Garrett turned back around to face the field.
I shoved Rose by the shoulder asking, "what the hell? You don't ask random strangers a question like that!"
"Well, I have just proved that guys are interested in you, Bella. You just need to get out there and talk to them so you can get it on in the bedroom!"
"Rose! Will you shut up about me hooking up with guys? There are children here and you are being very loud. Why don't you go get us food?" I needed some alone time to cool off from my embarrassment of Rose's question.
She grumbled, but complied with my request. Once she left, I slid down my seat trying to hide my embarrassment. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath out. The game hadn't even started yet and Rose was slightly getting on my nerves. Hopefully after Rose had a few drinks she'd calm down and forget the whole looking for a guy for me at a baseball game.
"Little Miss's Friend, I've been asked much worst questions than Little Miss asked me," Garrett started. Opening my eyes, I see that he turned around again and was smiling at me. "Don't be embarrassed at all. She means well. I have a friend that's probably a male version of her. Mean wells and loves his friends, but can't shut his mouth no matter how much you tell him to. I hope this isn't the last that I've heard from you and Little Miss." He turned back around and watched the field getting prepared for the game.
Ten minutes later Rose still hadn't returned so I resorted to my phone. I'd gotten a text from Alice.
Rose tells me there's a guy that's got your attention. Screw him! You know you need it;) –A
I rolled my eyes. Rose would text Alice about her little scheme. I checked some of my emails and the weather for the night, but after about five minutes I got bored so I returned my attention to the field. However, I now noticed a man was sitting in front of me and to the right of Garrett. All I could tell was that he had messy hair that was a color mixed between auburn and bronze. Hair was a very important feature for me in a guy. This guy's hair earned an excellence in my book. I could image my fingers running through his soft, silky hair.
Rose finally returned with a burger and some chicken fingers. She didn't bring any drinks though so she'd have to go back for that later. The game finally started with the routine first pitch by an important person and the national anthem. I dug into my chicken fingers as I watched the game. I knew none of the players and that made me giggle internally thinking my father would be so proud of me at that moment. Rose kept yelling about balls and strikes despite the fact that we weren't that close to the plate. Rose almost got into a fist fight with some Mariners fan because of her arguments. Rose just had to be cheering for New York.
Around the bottom of the third inning Rose went to go get us some drinks. It was still a 0-0 game and the Mariners were up so Rose figured she'd try to get some drinks before New York stepped up again. It was a baseball stadium though, and I highly doubted she'd be back that quick. After Rose was gone for a few moments, Garrett turned around to face me again.
"Quite a delight ain't she? She's going to get beat up her if she doesn't shut her trap soon," he laughed.
"I have no control over her. That's her boyfriend's job. I didn't even want to come here tonight, but her boyfriend is sick so here I am. The added bonus is that she's looking for a random guy to take me home and have his wicked way with me."
"I'm glad she brought you. You're a delight to talk to. Why don't we ask my friend here?" he wiggled his eyebrows as I shook my head no. He didn't listen. "Hey man, would you sleep with Little Miss's Friend here?"
Garrett's friend turned around and involuntarily, I licked my lips like an animal. His friend was hot. His hair was now covered with a Mariners hat, but his face was sculptured beautifully. His eyes were a blazing emerald color with thick eye brows. His nose looked crooked like he'd fought someone and broke it before. The crookedness suited him though. Heavy stubble covered his face and his jawline was delicious looking. I wanted to lick it, but I especially wanted to nibble and kiss his pouty lips. If I concentrated really hard, I could feel his stubble scraping against my face as his lips left a trail of kisses.
This was the first guy at this game that'd especially caught my attention, but his appearance could be incredibly deceiving. His eyes looked up and down my body then a panty dropping smirk appeared on his lips, making him appear cocky.
"You know I'm not one to have one-night stands with random girls ninety-nine percent of the time like some guys, but for her," he looked me dead in the eyes, "I'd probably have to make an exception. I'd love you and me to be in a room with only that jersey on you wide open, teasing me."
My breath hitched and heat rush to my cheeks, alerting everyone within a twenty-foot radius of my predicament. This gorgeous man considered me eligible for a one-night stand. Too bad that if he saw me on an average day he'd change his mind.
"Little Miss's Friend, you've got some men willing to take you to bed." Garrett reached up and cupped my chin with one hand. "If your friend asked that question earlier because you don't think you're sexy, you're incredibly wrong. I know many of my friends would jump at the chance of getting you in bed. I could give you some of their numbers if you wanted, but I think you deserve better than them. These lips," Garrett ran his thumb over my lips, "deserve a worthy man to worship and abuse them."
I swear I was going to combust with all the comments these two men were saying. Thankfully Rose wasn't anywhere in sight. Garrett released my chin from his grasp, nodded my way then turned back to the game. His friend was still examining me and not subtly may I add. His gaze held at my legs for a moment before he looked back up at my eyes.
"You're single right?" he questioned. I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Hey, I've met some crazy girls in my twenty-nine years of existence. Just making sure."
"Yeah, I'm single. I'm not a girl to go cheating on her boyfriend if I ever had a boyfriend long enough to even do it." It was true. The last time I had a relationship that was a few months at least was when I was twenty-two. That was nearly three years ago.
Garrett's friend reached up with his hand and wrapped his fingers around my ankle. His fingers slowly traced up to my leg until he took a grip of my knee, running his thumb over it. His touch felt like fire. The pulse between my legs was throbbing and I was getting wet. His fingers were slightly rough, but it felt like heaven. Thank God I shaved my legs before I came here. Apparently, he wasn't done with his little exploration on my leg because his fingers continued to inch his way up my thigh. I was breathing heavy at that point, but I doubt he could hear it over the rest of the noise. He was staring me dead in the eye with that damn smirk on his lips; I knew he could see what he was doing.
"You have legs of a goddess. If I were with you I'd love to nibble and bite on them. Mark you as mine. Have them wrapped around me while I push you against a wall. Or better yet, have a hold of your thighs around my head while our mouths are otherwise occupied."
I gasped at his statement. I was stunned. I couldn't breathe. I just stared at him, and he looked feral. I was his prey. I tried to rub my legs together without him noticing, to get some relief, but I knew he saw it. His grin got bigger the moment I did it. At this rate, I was going to need some relief tonight by someone or something.
He removed his hand from my leg and I whimpered. Between this stranger's touch and words, I was getting aroused in the middle of a baseball game. The stranger looked me up and down one more time before he turned around with a nod.
I slumped down in my seat and covered my face with my hands. I was aroused to the point where I was tempted to grab Garrett's friend's jersey and drag him somewhere he could make good on his promises.
The announcer announced it was the top of the fifth now and that surprised me. Either it was a quick inning and a half or I had actually talked to those two for a good half an hour. What I wouldn't give for another conversation with them like that later tonight. Preferably with only Garrett's friend.
Rose finally returned with two Miller Lites. She took her seat and handed me mine. I was about to take a drink of mine when something bumped me and some of it went flying. Unfortunately, it had to go flying onto Garrett's friend's neck and hair. He reached up to his neck and touched the beer that was slowly sliding down his back. It wasn't a ton, but still enough to make a mark.
Garrett's friend turned around with his wet fingers and smirked at me.
"I'm so sorry, sir. Something just bumped me and it spilled," I explained, feigning that I talked to him earlier.
"Hmm…I don't mind. Things happen. Too bad this is the wrong kind of drink I wanted spilled on me tonight," he joked. He then took each other his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. I knew what he was implying and I think Rose did too because she looked at both of us. She had her poker face on though so I wasn't sure what she was thinking.
"Hey man, don't bug Little Miss and her friend right now. Enjoy this game and let the ladies return to their drinks," Garrett butted in. He turned his head slightly so only I could see part of his grin.
Garrett's friend turned back around and paid no attention to the beer that was on him. I took a drink of my beer then put it in the cup holder. Rose was watching the game so I decided to watch it too, hoping Rose wouldn't say anything. I wasn't that lucky though.
"So…seems like something happened while I was getting us some drinks," Rose hinted as she continued to look out onto the field.
I decided to answer her assumption aloof. I didn't need Rose butting into this.
"Nope, nothing happened at all. Just an inning and a half of boring baseball," I stated.
I looked down and saw Garrett's body shaking. He was trying to contain his laughter and restrain himself from turning around I bet. I knew he wasn't going to see, but I flipped him off.
*Hit for the Cycle*
It was the bottom of the ninth, and Seattle was down one run. I didn't really care who won, but Rose was getting more and more antsy. The closer for New York, Andrew Miller, did not look his sharpest. Even I saw that. Seattle had a man on third and first with no outs, and Miller worked himself into a three-one count. Kyle Seager was up for Seattle and wacked the ball right to Rodriguez at shortstop. Nothing hard, but he bobbled it. A run scored and they got the runner at second, but the main point was that the game was tied at four a piece. Thus, I had to deal with the wrath of Rose.
"Come on! You need to make that play!" Rose yelled as she stood up. I was pretty sure Rose was the only Yankees fan within our vicinity so everyone else was cheering.
After Rose had a mini-fit she sat down in her seat with her arms crossed grumbling about how stupid Rodriguez could be in a jam like that and how if Jeter didn't retire he would've made that play. I was so focused on Rose that I didn't realize that the next batter had stepped into the box and fouled a ball right at the area where we were sitting. I heard it coming our way, but I had no idea where so I just ducked. Everyone started clapping so I let out a sigh of relief. To my surprise it appeared that Garrett's friend caught it barehanded. I looked up at the big screen and saw him make the impressive catch while I looked like a coward by ducking.
Yeah, just how I wanted to look like on the big screen.
Garrett and his friend both turned around and were laughing. I didn't know if it was because of my ducking or the look on Rose's face because of the blown save.
"What a pair of lovely ladies we've got behind us. One with a look of disgust on her face and one with the look that she's about to shit herself. I can't tell which is cuter," Garrett laughed.
"G, I've got to say the one who almost shit herself is the cuter one. She's a potential mate and I'm her knight in shining amour for saving her from a foul ball. And you know what? We've got a few extra innings to talk to them." Just as Garrett's friend said that the players were running off the field as Mariners fan rose to their feet to give them a round of applause for tying the game.
"Potential mate?" Rose questioned. "How about booty call instead?" she suggested.
"Rose!" I exclaimed. We did not need to go down this road again especially with Rose present.
"Haha, I have no issues with her filter. Perhaps I'll be hearing you without a filter soon enough," he hinted at me. Rose's eyebrows rose and I immediately knew she was going to start scheming.
"What a wonderful start to a beautiful relationship," Garrett added in a shrilly voice.
Fuck this shit. Why am I always the main source for entertainment? I'm kind of sad that I'm not going to see these two guys after this game now. They're funny and cute…although Garrett's friend is the one I'd rather be alone with.
*Hit for the Cycle*
"Aww…isn't she just so cute? Poor girl's tired as hell," I heard someone comment. I could hear several voices around me and the baseball noises. Thing was that I couldn't see anything. That's when I realized I must've fallen asleep. My eyes flew open at that thought.
I had absolutely no clue how long I was out or what inning we were in, but the first thing I noticed was how Garrett and his friend were gone. That and the fact that the world was slightly tilted.
Did I fall asleep on Rose's boobs? If that's the case then I'm sure those two loved that scene.
"Hell no! You didn't fall asleep on my boobs. I love you, Bella, but not enough for you to sleep on my tits. The girls are reserved only for Emmett to sleep on," Rose said. I looked over to my left to see Rose who was now rearranging her boobs for whatever reason.
I slowly lifted my head off of whatever I was laying on then slowly turned my head to see Garrett and his friend grinning at me. My hands came up to my mouth, and I was about to go into shock I believe. I whipped my head around to see Rose smirking at me.
"Come on, Bells, calm down. So you fell asleep for about an hour and a half on Edward' s shoulder. Big deal. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. I know Edward for a fact loved it," Rose stated, reaching over to me and pulling my hands off my face.
"Well, what the hell happened?" I was confused foremost.
"I'll explain that," Edward chipped in. I turned towards him. "It was about the eleventh inning when Garrett and I moved back to talk to you lovely ladies. We were all talking when I noticed you were getting really tired despite it being only like ten-thirty. Anyway, I encouraged you to lay your head on my shoulder so you wouldn't end up with a neck cramp once you woke up. You were fighting against it until you finally relented and just kind of passed out right there. Now here we are four innings later at nearly one in the morning."
That all sounded kind of familiar, but I couldn't exactly remember. I was still kind of groggy, and I just wanted to go home. I looked on my phone to see that it was nearly one. I had a shift at the coffee shop at two until closing at ten, and I had to do some work for some clients. Mostly likely I would sleep until I absolutely had to get up to get ready for work at the coffee shop and try to work on some of the graphics during my breaks. There was no way I would wake up before twelve at this rate.
"Rose, can we just go home now? I've gotta work early tomorrow," I claimed.
"Bullshit, I know you don't work until two tomorrow. We're staying until the end. It won't last more than an hour anyway. Both sides have their benches wiped out and I'm sure the players are tired at this point too."
I grumbled out at Rose and looked at the scoreboard. Apparently, Seattle must've came back once again during an inning when I was asleep since it was now a 5-5 game. So began the last segment of my night with Rosalie. It was technically a new day now and I actually had a normal conversation with Garrett and his friend, whose name was apparently Edward. Our conversation was actually nice and not perverted so that made me feel better. It seemed as though we'd just forgot the whole first part of our night. Probably for the better anyway.
Then our night was suddenly over within two innings. Seattle completely blew it, and Rose let everyone in the stadium know that.
"Wooo! A-Rod in for the kill and that ladies and gentlemen is what I call a cycle! Grand slam to complete it off! Wooo!" Rose announced as loud as she possibly could as she stood up jumping. There were only a few people near us and many of them yelled at Rose to shut the hell up. Honestly, I probably would've too. Seattle still had their half of the inning, but unless some voodoo magic happened at two in the morning it was a complete loss.
"Rose, please be quiet. Everyone's tired…" I complained as I tried to quiet my friend. Garrett took it upon himself to get up out of his seat, stepped up onto the row behind us where no one was, and jumped back down next to row and quieted her down.
"Now that play time is over," Garrett started, looking at Rose, "how about we leave? I'm kind of tired myself. Rose got the pleasure of seeing them damn Yanks winning. Now I'm pissed that I've wasted an extra three hours of my life watching Seattle lose."
"Fine by me," I agreed, readily wanting to go home and fall asleep in bed with all my clothes on.
"Sounds good to me. How about we walk you ladies to your car?" Edward offered with a smirk on his face. I was about to tell him that it wasn't necessary when Rose piped in.
"We would love that!"
We quickly exited the stadium that was like a ghost town and the parking lot was pretty much clear of any traffic. Rose's red Jeep wrangler stuck out like a sore thumb, and I knew that meant the complete end for this night with these guys.
I felt one of those weird sensations throughout my body. I was glad and disappointed that this whole experience was over. I knew I was never going to see these guys again. What were the chances we'd see each other again in Seattle? Edward especially, the things he said to me earlier were going to be missed. I needed to find a guy and it needed to be soon.
"This is our stop, boys. Thanks for a fun night!" Rose thanked them both as she went to unlock the door. Garrett chased after her and was whispering something in her ear.
I moved over to the passenger side when I felt Edward wrap his arms around my waist from behind. My hand was on the door handle and I completely froze. He pushed my hair over my left shoulder and moved his mouth next to my ear. I felt his warm breath on my ear and I was slightly hoping that perhaps he'd bite it.
"It's been a lovely night, Bella. Perhaps I'll be seeing you again sometime soon?" he inquired in my ear.
"Doubtful." The thought of exchanging numbers with Edward went through my mind, but being a chicken like usual, I pushed that idea to the side.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, I don't give up without a fight, and I know for certain I'll be seeing you very soon."
"What? Are you going to stalk me now? Maybe even follow Rose and me back to my apartment?" As I said that I certainly hoped that wasn't the case because that sounded creepy as hell.
"Haha…no I'm not going to be doing that. You'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, don't have any fun with yourself without me." His right hand ran over the front of my shorts, but didn't dare touch me where I wanted him to. Instead, leaving me hanging. "I want to be the next man to worship you and make you fall apart. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and all those other foolish boys out there are pathetic in satisfying you. However, my time has ran out for now."
He quickly kissed my check and removed his hands from my body as he opened the door for me. Rose sat inside looking at me with a grin. I jumped in without a second look at Edward, but he had other plans.
"Rose, Bella, it's been a pleasurable night. Congrats to you, Rose, since New York won and Rodriguez got that grand slam. Bella," he grabbed my chin between his fingers and made me look at him, "don't forget what I said. Both of you ladies have a safe drive home."
Edward finally closed the door and stepped out of the way. Garrett was on the other side of the car, and the both of them waved at us as Rose pulled out of the spot. We got out of the stadium's parking lot fairly easy since it was so late and the first part of our ride was in silence. It wasn't until we got out of the stadium lot that Rose spoke up.
"So that was a fun night wasn't?"
"I guess so," I shrugged. I didn't want to give her the pleasure that I actually had a pretty great time excluding a few moments there.
"Man, Edward practically pissed on you wrapping his arms around you like that. Possessive much, but kind of hot at the same time don't you think?"
My eyes widen when she mentioned that. I didn't even think if Rose was watching us through the window. I could feel my face reddening.
"Rose! He's not interested like that."
"Bullshit, Swan! You should've just gone home with both of those guys. I'm sure that would've been fun." She winked at me as she pulled up to a red light.
"Eww, Rose! I never want to have a three some and I don't want any sex tonight."
"Sure, you don't want any sex tonight. After all the dirty talking I'm sure you're all fine and peachy. Not aroused at all. You could've had some real hot, loving tonight. I bet he's packing and he knows how to use it."
"Rose!"
And that is how my night ended with Rose. Problem was that I ended up more aroused than ever and I really needed some relief.
*Hit for the Cycle*
Posted: April 13, 2019
I actually did watch a baseball game, Philadelphia vs. Cincinnati, that lasted until close to two in the morning. It was on TV, but still, that's a long ass time! That was inspiration for the little meeting at the stadium.
I'll post the other half in the next week or so. This is purely just a fun story that isn't meant to be serious or all that realistic. Hope you enjoyed or laughed at the first half and have a great rest of the day/night!
