Sunday Softball

I hadn’t realized my good fortune that several weeks had passed without
my friends pulling some kind of incident to cause my embarrassment and
humiliation. This was especially true, as my birthday was earlier in
April. I had just turned nineteen-years-old, was finishing up my first
year at college, and nothing outrageous had happened. I breathed an
inward sigh of relief. Maybe it was because we had a damp and sullen
early Spring. But now the sun was out again, and the warm weather had
arrived. I should learn to appreciate the relative peace and quiet while
it lasts.

It seems all that was going to change, one Sunday morning just before
the end of the month. My friend Alicia called me over and explained that
she needed to take her cousin Jimmy to the little league game at the
park. Her Aunt and Uncle were going away, and she was the only one able
to give him a ride. I really didn’t want to get involved. Not that I
wasn’t feeling nice or helpful, but I’ve always found her cousin to be a
rude little beast.

Of course, enough whining and pleading from Alicia, and her telling me
how pretty I looked (not sure why she threw that in, but I guess
flattery couldn’t hurt…) and I finally agreed to accompany her. We drove
over to her Aunt’s house, and collected the boy in his amusing Little
League uniform, and promised his parents we would take good care of him.
No sooner did we get to the car, then Jimmy announced that he wanted to
ride up front with his cousin! I was told to get in the back seat, where
he dumped the rest of his equipment, his aluminum bat and glove.
Alicia’s cousin made a point to turn around in his seat and tell me not
to touch anything.

Well, already I felt pretty foolish, being bossed around and treated
like such. I folded my arms grumpily and crossed my legs. Doing so, I
noticed for the first time that the shorts I was wearing revealed rather
a lot of my slender legs. I think the boy watched me during the whole
drive, either over the headrest, or catching glimpses in the rearview
mirror. By the time we reached the park, I was blushing furiously.

We unloaded out of the car, and Jimmy grabbed his bat and glove, running
ahead of us toward the field.

“Your cousin is creepy,” I remarked to Alicia.

My friend only laughed and said, “I guess you’ve made an impression on
him. Maybe he likes you…”

Now that would surprise me! The way he always acted disrespectful and
called me names. I didn’t think he even liked girls. But what was more
surprising was that upon strolling over to the chain link fencing
leading to the backstop, we were greeted by Lisa and Carrie!

“Lovely spring day, isn’t it?” the strawberry blonde, Carrie, smiled.

At her side, Lisa frowned and said, “I think it feels too warm. It’s not
even summer and it’s like eighty degrees. Why are we here anyway?”

This also caught me surprise. Usually it was Lisa doing the plotting and
scheming and deciding what we did as a group. The fact that she was a
little in the dark, made me ease up and let down my guard.

“I recall that we did not do anything special for little Erica for her
birthday,” Carrie was continuing. “So what would be better than to take
this opportunity to spend some time together, enjoying the sunshine,
watching some innocent softball?”

I looked from each of the girls, one to another, and asked, “You mean
that’s it? Sounds harmless enough.”

“Of course!” Alicia teased and grabbed my arm. “What kind of trouble
could we get into here?"

With that, we all giggled, and started heading for the bleachers off to
the side. I noticed that there were a lot of parents and grandparents
here, a pretty good-sized crowd, but they were able to find seating in
the first few rows. Soon there was the smell of barbeques and soft
drinks pulled from coolers, and ice cream, as refreshments were passed
around. As for we college girls, we climbed toward the highest bleachers
in the back and off to the edge, directly across from third base. I
hoped we didn’t seem too odd keeping apart from the other families, but
then, no one really paid any attention to us.

Alicia sat on my right hand side, while Lisa made herself comfortable on
my left. Carrie positioned herself on the bench just in front of us, and
I watched the sunlight play upon her tresses of red and gold. After
practice was over, the Little Leaguers took the field. Everyone in
attendance cheered and encouraged the earnest ballplayers. In the middle
of the first inning, Carrie swung her body around and looked up at us.

“Hey, Erica… do you remember your birthday a few years ago?”

I immediately felt my face flush, and I started to bring my hands to my
mouth in shock. “How could I forget! That was so embarrassing!”

“It’s kind of sad that we didn’t give you a big send-off, this year,”
Alicia added, almost regretfully. Although she was smiling.

Squirming a bit, I answered, “Yeah, well, I’m not too disappointed…”

My friends exchanged looks, as I wasn’t sure how that came out. I wasn’t
even sure what I really meant. Nervously, I tugged on the ends of my
hair and stretched a leg out in front of me.

“Erica, those are cute shorts,” Alicia commented.

“And it looks like somebody has started working on her tan already!”
Carrie joined in playfully.

“What… what do you mean?” I felt myself begin to heat up under their
collective scrutiny. “It hasn’t exactly been tanning weather…”

Alicia rubbed my arm and said, “Just a little time outdoors in the sun,
and you’re already getting some color!”

At this point, Lisa leaned in and said with great meaning, “Maybe Erica
would like to get an all-over tan!”

“Oh…” I squeaked.

Carrie was already giddy and she quickly took the laces of my sneakers
in her fingers. With nimble skill, she had them undone, then pulled a
shoe off each foot.

“No socks, Erica?” she asked even as she cradle my bare foot in her hands.

I shook my head, “Nope… no socks.”

Wow, did I feel like a little girl, sitting up here between my bigger
friends. Looking down, I saw the hem of my shorts end in the middle of
my thighs, leaving my legs bare all the way down to my cute little toes.
I wiggled them self-consciously, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement
in my tummy.

“She needs to work on her shoulders,” Lisa gave her unasked for critical
opinion… and then plucked at the fabric of my T-shirt!

“Oh, wait… no!” I squealed.

But it was too late. With Lisa being determined and forceful on one
side, I was helplessly unaware of my friend Alicia giggling and lifting
up my shirt from my other side. Together they stretched and pulled the
material, up, up and off my body!

“No bra, either,” Carrie observed.

“Oh my gosh!” It all happened so fast!

Suddenly, I was sitting up here in the bleachers completely topless.
There were like fifty or a hundred people below us, as well as the
players on the field. Not to mention their coaches… and the umpires! But
no one paid any notice to the three college girls surrounding me, who
were more interested in my clothes than in the Little League game. I
crossed my arms over my titties, shoving hands beneath opposite armpits.

The sun sure did feel nice on my back, and my stomach was still
fluttering as Alicia leaned forward to unsnap the button on my shorts.
They were stripping me, right here in the middle of the park, during a
softball game! I couldn’t struggle, with my hands tied up covering my
breasts. Gosh, I didn’t want anyone to see how hard my nipples were
growing. Sitting on the bench below us, Carrie took a firm grip so she
could yank the shorts down my legs.

They slid off easily, and then the strawberry blonde tossed them aside.
Leaving me to sit here in just a pair of white panties! Maybe I should
have stood up and tried to get away. But that would be just too
embarrassing… to be seen bare-chested and in my little underwear. My
eyes were wide as I turned my head side to side, pleading with Alicia
and Lisa.

“Don’t… don’t you think you’ve gone far enough?”

Lisa informed me quite clearly, “No tan lines for you, Erica!”

I was truly shocked. It was broad daylight, and there were so many
people around us. The three girls were laughing and I was beginning to
get turned on. I still hugged myself tightly, hiding the only pink bits
that were on display. But then Alicia delicately took hold of one side
of the elastic band at my waist, as Lisa grabbed the other side in her
fist. Carrie reached forward slowly peeled the front of the panties away
from my body.

The three girls counted together… “One… two… three!”

Down they came, pulled lower and lower by three separate hands. Lisa
held on to my back to keep me from falling over. I never stood a chance.
My butt lifted off the wooden plank of the bleachers, as the girls
rolled the scrap of material over my creamy thighs. And then it was all
Carrie, taking the last piece of clothing off of me… relishing the
moment as she slipped one leg out and let the fabric dangle for a moment
at the tip of my toes. When I lowered my leg, my underwear fell
completely off and floated to the ground below.

I was stark naked! I squirmed and fidgeted, crossing my completely bare
legs, then placing a hand over my now exposed crotch. The girls huddled
protectively around me. Slowly they reassured me that no one suspected
any of this foolishness. The game was still going on, and the crowd of
parents, friends, and other family members were captivated by the action
on the field.

Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia gradually coaxed me into lowering my arms and
settling into a more relaxed position. I leaned back a little, allowing
my feet to rest on the long bench in front of me. Letting one hand rest
on my flat tummy, I closed my eyes, picturing my clean-shaven pussy,
pink and bright in the sunshine. The girls actually made me watch an
inning unfold. I couldn’t believe I was watching totally nude, as
Alicia’s cousin came to bat.

“Happy Birthday, Erica!” My friends teased.

Suddenly, there was a crack of the bat. The pitch had been thrown, and
Jimmy made direct contact. I was just able to get enough of my bearings
to see that it was stroked into leftfield, and landed a few yards past
third base…

Alicia, Lisa, and Carrie jumped to their feet in excitement and yelled,
“SURPRISE!”

Instinctively, I jumped up, too, and I could feel my bare bottom bounce.
What I didn’t expect was that my friends then sprang away from me,
clamoring down the bleachers, into the crowd below. For a moment I stood
alone.

And absolutely naked! First, I brought my hands to my head,
uncomprehending. It was like a lightning reflex, and my tits and pussy
were on view. Was everyone looking in my direction? I happened so fast…
the “ping” of the aluminum bat, the girls jumping out of their seats,
and now I was up here not wearing any clothes at all!

No time for covering up, I spun around and began to sidestep over the
descending bleachers. But I had to move slowly, because I didn’t want to
trip, or get a splinter in my bare foot. The crowd was cheering. Were
they watching me, or were they watching Jimmy round the bases? I
couldn’t look. I just kept my eyes on my legs and feet shuffling down,
closer to the field, while my arms flailed about.

When my toes sank into the grass, I was at once and the same time
disorientated and aroused! My nipples poked out, pointing toward the
sky. All I knew was that I needed to run back to Alicia’s car. But which
way had we parked? I found myself running closer to the sideline, and I
pulled up just before I reached the dirt of the base path. By that time,
the ball that Jimmy hit had been flung back toward the infield.

The third base player made the catch and spun around… and was greeted by
my clit emerging out of its hood. Confused, or reacting on so many
practice drills, the boy reached out and touched the ball to my soft
stomach.

“Oh!” I gasped.

Then, from over my shoulder, I could make out the sounds of shouting
voices: “Run home! Run home!”

Yes, that is what I needed to do! I turned around on my bare heel, and
began sprinting toward home plate. Although I guess I had been tagged
out already. But looking over my shoulder, I saw that the ball was
dropped, as the players and coaches watched on in disbelief, and
Alicia’s cousin came running behind me.

All I remember next was rushing past the crowd and the home plate
umpire. Once I made it beyond the backstop, I saw the parking fields
ahead in the distance. There, I would rejoin my friends and we could
make our escape. Alicia of course had to return to pick up her cousin.
And neither of them would let me for get that Sunday game, where my
unexpected streak helped Jimmy’s team score the winning run.

How embarrassing!

THE END