. When a pretty woman really knows how to use her assets to tease a guy, it is a mesmerizing sight to watch. Legs between legs. Heads between boobs. B...lts provocatively removed. Zippers unzipped. Pants dropped to the dance floor. Cocks teasingly stroked or sucked. All in time to the music! Damn it was hot to watch. Sally was giving lots of women new ideas on how to play around on that floor. And she teased some of the girls too! Yea, sexy Sally was very bisexual. The whole scene was happening. Katrina was my mind-blowingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful, lesbian boss and best friend of three years. The strange relationship afforded her the power to drag me bar-hopping after three doubles. All it afforded me was a raging hard-on. Despite the platonic nature of our friendship, I found myself in her bed almost constantly between our respective relationships. Neither one of us particularly enjoyed sleeping alone, and I couldn’t resist the chance to press my body firmly against hers, even if. Slowly, his fingers withdrew from me; and I turned away awkwardly, backing up so that my ass was close to his penis--he grabbed it roughly and pulled it onto himself. I seem to recall I made some embarrassing vocalisation when his cock perforated me; I bounced on his lap ecstatically, welcoming the revenant impalements which begot a comforting forgetfulness. He filled me with semen after a while; and I fancied that my mind was dead once I slid off of him, onto the sofa, letting an exhausted. Well, anyway, I did make the team and selected the jersey number of 13. Nobody else wanted the “unlucky number,” and that was not one of my superstitions. That number choice did help me to get noticed, though.I had been on the team the previous year, but I spent most of my time in the dugout cheering for the other players. We played 18 games that year, and I got into six of them, mostly in the pinch-hitter role, but I had a phenomenal batting average for a rookie, so the coach did promote me to.