#1 Fan
by
JT Langdon

For B.


I sat in the stands like a total fangirl, my sweaty hands nervously clasped together because I didn’t know what else to do with them as I waited for the game to start . . . waited for her to start. Since I had the bleachers mostly to myself I was stretched out and had my feet up on the bench in front of me, letting my legs get a little sun. It wasn’t that warm for June but after a long winter it felt absolutely wonderful. I’d dressed so she would notice me- khaki shorts, red bra under a white tanktop, white New Balance running shoes with no socks. My blonde hair, which more often than not was pulled back in a ponytail, was loose, just reaching my shoulders. I went easy on the makeup but did use my favorite bright red lipstick. I’d heard somewhere she liked it. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. I took a chance.

I perked up a little when the players took the field even though I knew she wouldn’t be out there yet. She wasn’t a starter. She was more of a closer. I’d have to wait several innings before I saw her. I knew I really didn’t have to be there so early, but I didn’t want to chance missing any glimpse of her I could get.

The game seemed to drag on. But it wasn’t just me and my impatience to see her. The few people around me looked bored out of their minds. Most of them were family and friends of the players there to cheer them on. Some of them enthusiastically waved Phoenix pennants. There were a couple of cheeseheads too, of course.

With a runner on second base in the bottom of the eighth inning, the coach called time out and walked to the mound. I sat up straighter. My heart started racing and my insides tightened a little. The coach patted the pitcher on the arm then motioned to the bullpen.

I felt a twinge between my legs as she jogged onto the field. Toni Marasco. Senior. Number seventeen. Ranked ninth in the NCAA. The most promising player on UW-Green Bay’s women’s softball team the UWGB Phoenix. My reason for being there. She wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a short-sleeved black Phoenix jersey. Her grey and black striped pants were tucked into black socks. Her Nike cleats were black with a white stripe. I knew from seeing her around campus that she had a short crop of dark brown hair but it was barely visible under her cap. She punched her fist into her black leather baseball glove as she stepped onto the mound and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched her throw a couple of practice pitches.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her for the next inning and a half. If people noticed me staring at her it was lost on me, because from where I sat nothing else existed but the woman on the pitcher’s mound. I didn’t miss a single move she made, from her pulling her cap down over her eyes to her kicking at the dirt under her feet. If someone had asked me the score, I couldn’t have told them. I saw nothing else but Toni Marasco. Sometimes she would put so much into a pitch that I could hear her grunt all the way in the bleachers. And when she I did my pussy would clench a little. I imagined Toni would grunt just like that if she fucked me like I wanted her to . . . hard, deep, her fingers thrusting into my cunt. I fidgeted a little in my seat, feeling the dampness gather between my legs.

Sometime in the bottom of the ninth inning, and I couldn’t have been sure when, Toni stepped away from the mound, looking a little frustrated with herself, repeatedly punching her glove as she paced, when she glanced in my direction and stopped moving. It took a moment for me to realize she was staring right at me. She had to be. There was no one else sitting close enough to me for her to be looking at anyone but me. She might have smirked a little. I couldn’t be sure. But then I couldn’t have been sure of anything. My heart was thumping against my chest, but that was nothing compared to the throbbing between my legs.

Toni walked back to the mound and finished the game. I only knew the game was over because the teams cleared the field and the few people in attendance were starting to file out of the stands. I sat there, dazed, my mind reeling. Had Toni Marasco really been looking at me? Had she really noticed me? Or was it just a combination of wishful thinking and an overactive imagination?

I hurried to the parking lot behind the newly refurbished Phoenix Softball Field. The same families and friends that had been watching the game were now greeting players. From the celebratory atmosphere and happy faces I assumed we won. I didn’t see Toni. Had she left already? The visiting team’s bus was parked up front and unhappy players were starting to get on. I held my breath as I looked for her, my insides quivering. And just when I was sure she was gone, I saw her walking across the parking lot. She’d traded her cleats for running shoes and her cap was off but otherwise Toni was still in uniform. When she motioned me over I knew I hadn’t imagined anything in the bleachers. Toni looked me up and down when I got closer, her gaze lingering a bit on my chest before her eyes met mine.

“Hi.”

I said, “Um, hi. Nice game.”

“Thanks,” Toni said. “’Bout time we won one.”

“It’s still early in the season,” I said.

Toni nodded. “Yeah. We’ll be all right. You come to a lot of games?”

I said, “I try not miss any of them.” It was hard say anything without my voice cracking. A dry throat and a wet pussy made it very difficult to hold a conversation. Then Toni moved in closer, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her, could smell the sweat and the dirt, and I don’t know that I could have said another word if my life depended on it.

“Good,” she said, “I like how you look sitting there.”

“For you,” I managed to whisper. “I was sitting there for you.”

“Oh I know that,” Toni said.

She bent down and kissed me. More than kissed me, she took my mouth, possessed it, owned it, owned me, her lips rugged and fierce against mine. Her hand came out of nowhere and cupped my breast, squeezing a moan out of me. She dragged her thumb over my nipple, hard as pebble and straining against my bra and tank top. Her touch sent shivers through me. My pussy clenched like it would around her fingers had they been inside me, which is where I was desperate to have them. I whimpered against her lips. She must have known what I wanted because her hand moved from my breast to between my legs. She cupped my mound, pressing the butt of her palm into me. Instinctively I started to hump her hand.

“Next time,” she breathed into my ear, “wear a skirt. And no panties. Makes it easier to fuck you in the parking lot after a game.”

I moaned as she pushed into me. “Yes. Whatever you want.”

“I want you to eat me,” Toni said.

I looked into her eyes. “Here?”

“Yes. Now.”

The parking lot was nearly empty and her CR-V gave us a little privacy. But not much. I really didn’t care, though. I would’ve gone down her right there on the pitcher’s mound with the bleachers filled with fans if that’s what she wanted. I crouched down in front of Toni and pulled her uniform pants down just far enough to get at her. Her pubic hair was a neatly trimmed triangle framing her pussy. I could have stared at it for hours, admiring it, but Toni clearly couldn’t wait. She grabbed a handful of my blond hair and pushed my face into her cunt. I slid my tongue into her, licking frantically as she thrust against my mouth, grinding her pussy on my tongue, fucking my face.

“Faster,” Toni growled, “I need to come after a game.”

I moaned into her wetness, plunging into her with my tongue, licking her, lapping at her slick folds. Toni kept her grip tight in my hair, holding me there as she thrust her hips at me, slopping her cunt against my face, riding me, grunting and sighing as I fucked her with my tongue. Her clit was a firm little nub at her center and I flicked my tongue over it before pressing my lips against it and sucking it. Toni groaned. I felt her pussy spasm against my face and knew she was coming. I kept licking until she let go of my hair pulled her pants up. She breathed a deep sigh and smiled down at me.

“Homerun, babe,” Toni said.

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“I have to go,” Toni said. “Game tomorrow. Be here.”

“Yes,” I said.

I stood up and watched her get into her CR-V, the taste of her pussy in my mouth, my face sticky with her juices. And as she drove off I thought about which skirt I would be wearing to the game tomorrow.