Being a musician himself, he was extremely turned on by this. They made their way to her bedroom where they started kissing passionately and groping e...chother. He could feel her soft breasts filling the palms of his hands and her nipples almost poking holes in them. All the while, their tongues explored each others mouths, slipping and sliding around swapping spit. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest, and all sorts of naughty thoughts raced through his mind as he kissed this girl. She. I hoped that I'd see Patti at the game that night, but she didn't show, and she didn't call me, either. I left a message on her home phone that afternoon -- before she could be expected to be home from work -- but it went unacknowledged.I hoped that I hadn't frightened her away permanently.Maybe, I thought, she'd be at the house when I got home after the game.She wasn't.The next night, she was still missing from her box seat near third base, and I was getting concerned. I called her after the. She shook her head, still covering her face. I could see up her shorts enough to see her panties. She was wearing something sexy. I turned toward her and got on my knees in front of her. I tugged at her hands to pull them away from her face.“Don’t be embarrassed. I couldn’t resist teasing you.” She continued to cover her face. I took my hands off hers and rested them on her open thighs. She leaned back and finally looked at me. I could tell she was truly embarrassed. I slid my hands. Guys love girls that know how to mix drinks and you were no different.However, you were different in my eyes. You were at the bar every night and I always saw you watching me. You weren't shy about it either: you wanted me to know you were watching. And I did. I always looked for you to come into the bar and I made sure I served your first drink of the night.Tonight was my night to close the bar. When most of the people had left, security tossed out the drunks that were reluctant to leave. I.