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A stick, some balls, and a glove.

Lisette finished changing, wearing nothing under her tanktop and a pair of shorts. She watched him and crossed her arms over her chest, sighing. He was amazing with those hits. Almost as if he did it for a long time. "Oh, coach... I thought you'd be in your office." she said softly, her eyes gazing at him. It was getting a bit chilly, but it wasn't too bad.
 
"The office is crowded and too far away." He explained softly. He hit the final ball from the pitching machine and then moved to shut it off. "I want to talk to you in the locker room." He left the machine on the mound and started walking back towards the girls locker room, mainly because the locker room didn't have cameras in it or sound recording devices so they could talk privately.
 
Her breath caught in her throat. Maybe he wasn't mad in the first place... maybe he just want privacy... she thought. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked next to him towards the locker room. She decided to play it cool. "About my request?" she asked with a faux nervousness.
 
"Yeah I want to know why you picked that but not til later." he lead her to the locker room. and then went inside. "So why did you?" He asked about what she had said for her bet. His mind went back to her being naked once again and her kissing him while her hands fondled her own body after they kissed.
 
"It...it's difficult to explain. Especially since you already said you weren't interested... I just, thought maybe..." she blushed and sighed. She couldn't explain what her real motives were... it was too insane. She sat on one of the benches in the locker room and crossed her legs. "I was just think about how you looked at me... and I guess I kind of sort of find you appealing..." she said softly.
 
"Why would you be attracted to someone who can't even run bases?" He sat down next to her not sure that she knew about his past or not. "How can you a young beautiful woman like a washed up has been of a baseball player?" He shook his head not sure why someone with her talent would only want to be dragged down by him.
 
"Because... even if you are a 'washed up has been baseball player' you still are a ball player. You don't have to be able to run bases to be able to love... and I see the way you look at me. You're hiding something, but not well enough." She smiled. "Besides did you ever think the reason I try so hard is for you? That I want your approval. I know how hard it is to lose a dream because of something beyond your control, but you shouldn't let you fear living." She smiled at him. "Besides... wouldn't it be a tad bit exciting to be able to teach me things off the field?" she teased.
 
He turned and faced her as she spoke with each leg on a different side of the bench. "And what exactly am I to teach you off the field?" He inquired as to her reasoning once again. "You're the best on this team and you want me to do what? I'm sure the boys on the other side of the fence would love to date you, but you want me? What can I teach you they can't?"
 
She looked at him. "I... I don't know. Maybe nothing they wouldn't be able to teach me..." she sighed. "But sometimes it seems so unreal. Somedays I'm able to go without thinking of you others you're the only thing my mind can focus on." she sighed and shrugged. "You're the only guy I've ever dreamed about the way I have and I guess it tears me up to think it'll never be." she siad and looked away.
 
His mind wandered back to the dream he had the night before as she spoke. He heard her talking about the dreams she was having all the while she was riding him causing her chest to bounce with each thrust of her hips. She was practically screaming as she was squeezing her own tits. "And what exactly should I teach you off field?" He asked still paying attention but the images in his mind not leaving.
 
She blushed, uneasy about saying anything. What if this is some kind of trap... what if there are other people who are just trying to get dirt on me... She sighed. "Well I... I don't really know what to say." she said and looked at him. She placed her hands on his legs slightly and leaned in towards him. "What would you want to teach me off of the field?" she asked.
 
"Well I really think you should give me something to teach you before I start ripping your clothes off of you and fuck your brains out." Did he really just say that out loud? His face deepened in shade of red only for him to look away. He knew it he was caught somewhere in that locker room was another of her team members getting ready to jump out and bust him with a camera in hand he just knew it.
 
She moved closer and kissed him deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You really want to fuck me?" she asked curiously, her hands wandering along his body. "Because I think you might be trying to get me in trouble..." she looked into his eyes, her heart pounding. She was so close and the only thing holding her back was fear of someone else being in that locker room with them.
 
He shook his head. "I already said it and I'm sure Mitchel or who ever you have back there already has it on tape. So go ahead get me fired." Keith really was an idiot at times, completely forgetting he watched every girl leave the campus while She was changing.
 
"I have no one back here, they all left. I wouldn't do something like that... especially when I put myself out on the line in the first place." she looked at him. "That's why I thought you..." she looked at him. "Had someone in here to get me in trouble."
 
"Why would I hide someone back there? your the only one on this team that can take us to nationals this year. Why would I risk you being cut from the team mainly when it means this much to you?" He leaned back laying down on the bench. "Baseball is the only thing I have, and if your anything like me it's all you have. Holding the bat in your hands while your in the bottom of the ninth. Two outs, two strikes, and three balls, Coach is yelling at you to get the walk and win the game. Do you listen to him, or do you swing and go for the gold with a grand slam?"

He was talking about the game that ended his career, the game where he was ridiculed and torn down. He had hit the ball deep left field but it stayed in play everyone else had made it home and he was rounding third as the ball was thrown. Somehow the outfielder missed his mark and threw the ball along the line and it rolled under Keith's foot causing him to fall and break his knee in three places. The emergency surgery went well as did the rehab, but when the next season came around he couldn't run like the majors needed him to. The year they let him go the won the world series, and Keith had missed out on it. "What do you do?" He asked once again not even thinking about what her answer might be.
 
"The right answer would be to listen to the coach, but as for me, I'd have to say I'd go for the gold. I want people to be proud of me and I wouldn't want to throw my talent away when I could get all four of us in." she said. "But then again I guess it would depend on who I'd want to please more..." she said, kneeling on the floor next to his head. "Me or someone I really care about... If you asked I guess I'd take the walk." she looked at him. "You know... you were an amazing ball player, and when I heard you were coming to coach here... well I went berserk. I had to get everything perfect... i had to make you like me." she said and sighed. "The other girls... they may not be avid major league followers but I never missed a game when you were playing. I looked up to you and I guess that's why I want you, because you are someone that reminds me of what I want to be." she kissed him deeply, placing a hand on his cheek.
 
Her words touched him as she explained that he had done the right thing, even if it did ruin his career. Then their lips met and her hand was on his face, the soft skin of her womanlike lips and the rough calloused hands of the ball player against his cheek. He kissed her back lightly before pulling away. "When it comes to something you know you can do, even if I say take the walk you do whats in your heart." He said softly. He looked at his watch and sat up. "It's late though here." He pulled out a piece of paper with directions how to get to his house from the school. "Go home if you really want to do this I'll see you tomorrow."
 
She nodded and smiled. "Yes coach." she said and smiled. She looked into his eyes and smiled slowly standing up. She took the directions and brushed her hair out of her face. "Do what my heart tealls me is right?" she asked. "Well then, I guess we'll see where this road takes us." she said and kissed him one more time, nibbling his bottom lip lightly. "Good night Keith." she said and smiled, turning to walk out of the locker room.
 
He stood up but before she could take a step away from him his hands were around from behind her squeezing her tits through her shirt. "Forgive me I couldn't resist any longer." He explained. He wasn't sure if it would change her mind and have her call her parents right now and say she was staying the night at a friends house or if she was staying lat for practice. He didn't even know if his actions would make her stay longer at all, it really didn't matter, he just couldn't fight the urge of touching her any longer.
 
She blushed as he squeezed her tits. "Keith..." she said and blushed, her eyes gazing into his. She licked her lips and held him closely her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. "It's...alright..." she said and smiled, pulling out her phone. she texted her mom quickly and looked at him. "We have another hour, if I keep saying I have more things to do she'll get suspicious." she kissed him deeply and slowly licked at his lips, seeking entrance. She was amazed at the idea she was holding not only her coach but her baseball idol this close to her.
 
"Guess we should get started then?" He said pulling her shirt up and off her body. His lips met hers once again his hands going to her bare flesh of her chest. He granted her the entrance she had been wanting meeting her tongue with his. His hands slowly slid around to her back holding her close.
 
She moaned softly her body trembling lightly under his touch. She sucked lightly on his tongue, roughly pressing her hips against his. She worked at pulling off his shirt, breaking the kiss for a second, smiling as she let her hands rest on the warm skin. She couldn't believe this was happening but she knew it was like a dream come true. She moved her lips and lightly kissed hiss neck, licking and nipping at the skin before moving her lips to his chest, kissing it lightly.
 
The cold air hit his chest as his shirt came off his body but it only made him pull her closer. His hands slid down her back over the soft toned flesh to her ass. His hands gripped lightly lifting her into the air. He was unsure where he was going to take her or place her, but he did know her body would soon be his if she allowed it.
 
She moaned lightly as he squeezed her ass. "Keith..." she whispered as he lifted her. She rested her head on his shoulder nibbling lightly at his skin. "I want to feel you..." she whispered, blushing lightly.
 
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