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Master Raven

Master Raven

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"Mitchel! Damn it girl watch the ball read it!" The coach yelled from the bullpen. The Coach had been here for only a few months, his background was unknown as was why he even became a teacher at this school. Hie eyes stayed glued to the pitcher as she wound her arm up and the ball flew into the mitt of the catcher. The pitch was clearly a fast ball to the inside, but no his batter had to try and swing at it giving them two outs in the bottom of the ninth. Keith grit his teeth at the tie that had ensued from this game.

If only they hadn't run and got that first out then they would have been able to score two people in. Of course one of the girls had a big head and left the game tied, now it rested on one of his more, predominate students.
 
Lisette was next at bat and she was taking her practice swings. She looked at the pitches that were being thrown to the other girl and on the third strike she sighed. This is double, triple, or home run territory... she thought to herself. Her long black hair was in a ponytail tucked under her batting helmet as she stepped up to the plate. The game rested on her, but then again, that was how it usually happened. Someone makes a bonehead move and it's up to her to bat in the run. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She was slim, but her body had nice curves and she was slightly muscular from playing softball for so long. She watched the pitcher and the first pitch was a ball, the second a strike. After she got a feel for the style she watched the ball as it hurtled towards her her arms moving themselves as the bat connected to the ball and it soared out of the field. She smiled and dropped the bat running the bases. Yet again the game was saved thanks to her.
 
Keith looked as the ball connected with her bat and a smile came across his face before it turned into a boisterous cheer for the win. He looked back in the bullpen, and watched every face light up but when their eyes hit him they turned away a bit. There was a reason he was so hard on the girls but nobody knew that reason. He gave a thumbs up to Lisette as she came towards home plate. "This is what you girls need to do more often, yes you kept it tied but tying isn't good enough we need to win. By all means have fun doing it but win. So to improve your skills we are going to have practice tomorrow from four in the afternoon until the sun goes down. Go home get cleaned up sleep well, and get ready for tomorrow's practice."
 
Lisette smiled and hugged some of her team mates. "Good job guys." she said in kindness, not sure if she really meant it. "We worked hard coach... be a little nicer." she teased and smiled. "We did end up winning." she smiled at him and pulled the helmet off, her hair falling around her face. She packed up her bag and stretched. "See you tomorrow Cpach." she said and started to walk towards the exit of the dugout.
 
"I suppose." He grumbled watching as everyone packed up. "Don't be late or your running laps." He called. He gathered his things moving to his car trying not to think about Lisette. He was attracted to her talent for baseball, it reminded him of when he played ball. He got to his car unlocking it, then placing his things in the back seat. He sat down checking the rear view mirror of his car seeing that Lisette was right behind at her vehicle. He tried not to look at her ass for to long before he started backing up. 'It's not right for a coach to think of his players like that.' He told himself pulling out of the parking lot heading home.
 
She threw her things in the trunk unbuttoning the uniform top, a tank top underneath it. She turned to walk to the driver's side door and climbed in, smiling as she saw Coach Keith in the car behind her and waved as she closed the door. She started her car and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards home.
 
When he got home he changed from his uniform and got in the shower. As he bathed his mind wandered to his student, he pushed the thought from his mind but as he went to bed a dream he shouldn't have been dreaming came into his mind.

Hours later he woke and got dressed after cleaning up once again. He drove to the school and waiting on the diamond for his players to show up. It wasn't long before a few of them got there but the rest of the team still had to be waited on.
 
Lisette ran onto the field, rushing to get there before 4:00 hit. "Sorry sir, choir practice ran a little late. Hope I'm not late." she said and smiled at him. She tied her black hair up in a ribbon and tucked it under her cap. She was ashamed of a dream she had the night before, hoping it didn't show now that she was around him. "I guess I wasn't the only one runnign late..." she thought and began to stretch. Her breasts pressed agianst the fabric of the uniform top and she yawned slightly. "What are we practicing today Coach?" she asked.
 
"Fastballs." He stated taking the mound. "Everyone of you is going to hit at least ten fastballs at least two hundred feet into the out field." He grinned standing upright. "And I'm talking major league standards not junior league softball." There was a catcher in full gear standing at the plate in a pair of jeans and a blue pull over shirt. "Now everyone line up and get ready to hit." As the first girl stepped to the plate Keith wound up and threw the ball as hard as he could over hand sending the ball ripping through the air at ninety-seven miles per hour. The girl not expecting that type of pitch complained as the ball hit the mitt of the catcher. The girl protested but was cut off by her coach with the statement of "I never said I would pitch what you were used to I only said fast balls. Now hit them."
 
Lisette was a little annoyed at the complaining of the girl. This'll take a while... the thought and chuckled to herself. It'll be 3 hours before I can even get to the plate... unless Coach Keith has mercy on my soul. She watched him, the strain of his muscles as he pitched turning her on a bit. She sat on the bleachers as she watched. "With all due respect Coach, Lisette will be the only one who could dream of hitting those balls..." one of the other girls said. Lisette looked at him and smiled a bit, arching an eyebrow curious as to what he'd say.
 
"Then I guess that means Lisette has to show you how it's done then huh?" The young coach in his late twenties point a finger into the dugout. "I'll make you all a deal. If Lissette can hit one of my pitches out of the park then you'll get a slower pitcher, if not I'll only throw my best." Only him and the catcher knew what his best really was, being the catcher used to be on his team. He looked out under the cap he was wearing waiting to see if lisette was going to agree to the terms or if she wanted to make her own.
 
"How many chances do I get?" she asked. "The ten that was supposed to be hit or less?" she asked and hopped off the bench, breushing her hands on her shorts. She grabbed her batting glove out of her bag and looked at the coach. "Either way I'm game, I just need to know." she said and smiled playfully.
 
"I'll give you two tries being you might not be ready for the first pitch." Keith said being fair. "but after the first pich then you better be ready or else I'm going to be working my arm all day and you still have to hit the ten after." Just to spice it up he thought of something else to make the bet even more interesting. "If you can hit it on the first ppitch out of the field then I'll give you whatever you want. Deal?" He watched her as sh4e made her way to the plate and holding her gear. Oh to be able to get under that shirt of her's and fondle her. He could imagine the firmness of her somewhat muscular body as well as the softness of her chest beneath his grasp. He push the thought away goping back to thinking about the pitch he was about to throw. A few seconds after that he pulled his arm back throwing the ball as hard as he could towards the catcher.
 
Anything, eh...? she smiled devishly then stepped up to the plate. She gave a practice swing and looked at Coach Keith. She smiled and tilted her head trying to read his facial expression as he looked at her. "Alright coach... get ready." she said and laughed. She got into her stance and watched his face as he wound up. As soon as the ball released from his hand she swung the bat full force the ball hurtling towards the fence. "Urg!" she grunted slightly and watched as the ball flew out of the field. "Like that coach?" she asked and smiled playfully. She smiled and shook her head slightly. "Piece of cake." she said and laughed, stepping away from home plate. "You're welcome ladies." she said and sat back down on the bleachers. She knew what she'd ask for, even if it was a little... wrong. He was so worth getting in trouble for.
 
He quickly turned on his heel watching the ball fly out of the school property and smiled in his mind. He had taught her well, perhaps even the first woman in men's major league. He turned back around seeing her walk back into the dug out and sit down. "Well so much for my grand plan of making this hard you you girls." He said with a disappointed, yet proud sigh. "Alright Jeff looks like we won't be needing your services any longer for today, unless of course you want to stay around and teach the girl what it's like to be in the majors.

The catcher took his mask off and then turned his team's cap around. He waved to the ladies letting them see his face and how he had appeared on alot of baseball cards. He mentioned that He was friends with coach because they had gone to school together, which was half truth. They gone to school together, they even got drafted into the majors together. But since Keith had his ankle injury he wasn't able to run anymore, which meant his career ended early and not many people remembered who he was after his first season. Which in this case was good being he could settle down and be a coach for the next generation.
 
Lisette smirked as the other girls rushed out to the field to pine over Jeff. She smiled at Coach Keith and laughed, walking over to him. "Sorry for spoiling your plans... I just thought that addition was too good to pass up." she said and smiled. "Maybe next practice I'll let my hits miss so they actually do have to work." she smiled and laughed. "It get's old bweing the savior, but I guess it has it's up, right?" she winked playfully.
 
Keith merely shrugged at the notion. "Don't ever be less then what you can be. Yes you show everyone else up but your doing your best, as are the rest of your team. You just have a natural talent they don't." He stopped his explanation to tell the girls to warm up and stop bothering jeff, that he was going to be there all day. "So what is it you want?" He asked her being she hit his first pitch.
 
She laughed as the other girls grumbled before moving away from Jeff. "Well, it's hard to say exactly... You might think a little less of me..." she smiled and shrugged. "But you did say anything so here goes. I want to go on a date with you..." she said a bit softly so no one else heard. "That is... if you'd be interested." She wanted it a little bit further than that but she should take it a little slower than blurting out what she really meant. She looked at him slightly, curious as to his reply.
 
He raised his eyebrow and looked the girl over in a nearly uninterested fashion. "You know you can get me fired if we are seen together?" He was going to have to bluff his way into winning this hand. "Is that what your trying to do?" He asked again. He pulled out a detention slip writing down that she had been uncooperative during class and handed it to her. "I'll see you after school ms. I'm the best player on the team." he said in a condescending tone.
 
"N...No sir! I just thought, well you said anything and I..." she trailed off. Fuck! this sucks... how am I supposed to tell my parents this? She looked at him and blushed. "Yes coach." she said and nodded. I should have kept my mouth closed... why the hell did I think that'd work?! she asked herself.
 
"Ten laps go." He told her before turning his attention back to the rest of the team. "Alright you know what you all have to do so do it. Being that Lisette hit my pitch in a home run she only has to run laps. Remember major league standards. You have one hour anyone else will have to pick this up again next class with me pitching!"
 
Lisette nodded and started to run laps around the field. She couldn't believe she blurted that out like that. She should have known he'd have no interest. He was not only a teacher, but her coach... every feeling he had for her was probably professional. She kept running, her hair blowing in the wind as she ran. She had to call her mom and let her know she'd be late. Maybe I could just say it was tutoring... she thought.
 
He discreetly watched as she ran laps making sure nobody noticed his eyes landing on her ass or her chest every so often as she ran. He imagined her kneeling before him in her uniform unbuttoning the top of her uniform showing him how she didn't wear a bra just for him. Then from there she would straddle him in the chair of his office he had been sitting in. Her lips kissing him as she took his hand sliding it into the uniform pants to feel the warmth between her legs. He quickly snapped out of it to check the progress of the team.
 
She noticed him looking at her and saw something in his eyes that wasn't quite as professional as she thought it'd be. She smiled a little not sure what he was thinking but his eyes seemed extremely inviting. Stop it Lis... he already gave you a detention for being a dumbass. she thought and kept running, her breasts bouncing slightly.
 
The day went by and practice was over for the girls softball team. Jeff had gone home as did everyone else and now Keith he decided not to wait in his office office being she was taking too long and for what ever reason his office was on the other side of the campus. He was waiting for Lisette to show up from changing in the girls locker room. He hadn't been on the diamond long before he had picked up a bat and started swinging at fast balls for major league standings. The sound of wood being hit against the dead animal skin could be heard as the impact came sending the ball flying through the air at rapid speeds.
 
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