His hand pinched my nipple and sent shivers up and down my spine. He pulled away from me again and slipped my shirt off of me, unbuttoning my bra. The...e was no going back now. We kissed again as he caressed me. He quickly pulled off his own shirt. I stood up, taking off my skirt and panties. He laid me down on the bed, running his hands down the full length of my body. He rubbed the inside of my thighs, sending even more shivers throughout my body. Then he lightly touched my clit, rubbing it. That, alone, gave me some encouragement. Enough, at least, to try it again the next night.I went two for five -- a single and a smash double that might have been a three-bagger if I hadn't been spending so much time standing at the plate, admiring the ball's flight into deep right-centerfield.Hoo-boy! Maybe the slump was over.It was! We went into Yankee Stadium for the three-game weekend series and I tore things up there pretty good. It's always especially gratifying when you play well against. Four, he hates that he doesn't have any power over you, as you're not in his scholarship program, so he's trying to get you to quit," John listed off some possibilities."Wow, that is some list of theories," I said, shaking my head. "Do you have one or do you think one of those is correct?" I'm not sure yet actually, it doesn't seem like he would deliberately sabotage his own team to ruin your career, especially when you haven't expressed any interest in a career in hockey," John mused, almost. Shorter between them but ever higher, as the gentle fuck becomes something altogether different. Becomes hard and fast. And even the pinching of nipple becomes harsher, bordering on pain but becoming that much more pleasurable because of it. And the tongue no longer needs to feed the stormy seas of her pleasure. Instead she needs it clear, free to bring deep breaths inside her.It ends as she thought it should have begun, but she understands. She understands the climb to ecstasy needs the widest.