Sweet Revenge

Afterwards I always felt refreshed and ready to take on the world.

As I swam that morning my head was filled with a few things of note. I was reminded constantly of how much pain my back was not in, and I kept thinking about how fantastic the sex had been with Leia the other night. She was incredible. I’d rarely been with a woman that enthusiastic. And she felt so tight, so wet… I’d been craving her ever since then. I hoped to sleep with her again that night if possible.

But most interesting, even better than the sex (if there was such a thing) was the fact that she had said those three magic words—I love you. She’d actually said it. I couldn’t believe that she went there so soon. This was all working better than I thought it was going to. The gift of charm has always been with me. It was true–I did have charm out the ying-yang– but even for me this was a bit of a record. Other women had said they loved me before, but I could not remember any in recent memory that claimed it so soon. I was even a little skeptical, thinking it might have just been due to the world altering sex we’d just had. But the next morning it was still the same vibe. She really meant it.

I wrestled with it in my mind, debating about whether or not I should say it right back. Ultimately, I was aware of how uncomfortable it can be for the other person to not hear those words said back to them after pouring their heart out to you. So I said it. And I tried hard to keep the same emotion that she had.

I really did like Leia, but I didn’t know if I was close to love with her. Of course, I imagined if we were together long enough that might come into play. It was just nature taking its course.

But from what I could tell she was ready to move on things much more quickly. And I was just fine with that.

I got out of the pool, took a quick shower, and then got dressed. It was a gorgeous Monday in southern California and I was ready for some fun in the sun. I was going to have so much more free time now that I wasn’t practicing motocross as much. I still loved riding, but for now I needed to let it chill a bit. Being ready for pro competition had turned riding into a job and when something you love becomes your job, it is all too easy to begin to lose passion for it. I was there with riding. I had too much else occupying my plate lately.

I pulled up to the Farrum Batting Cages about ten minutes later. I was right on time to meet my good friend Bruce. We were both thinking about joining a baseball league that was starting up in a few weeks and we decided that honing our batting skills in the cages would be a great way to get caught back up to speed. It had been a while since I’d swung a bat. Going into the season rusty would just result in spending too much time on the bench. And I wasn’t wasting time with that.

“Hey, man!” I said as Bruce drove up a few minutes later. We high fived each other and grabbed our bats and helmets from the trunks of our cars. Then we walked to a cage on the far side. The cages were empty and quiet today, as they usually were early Monday morning.

Although I did see some cute girls getting ready to enter the cages a few down from ours. I couldn’t help my gaze from checking them out, and the blonde (the hottest one) looked over at me. She noticed me looking and then smiled back.

Well, that was interesting. Always fun. I wasn’t about to jeopardize what I had going on with Leia, but it was still nice to know I had the goods and flirting never went out of style.

Bruce noticed and shook his head. “Way to go Casanova. I think she wants you.”

I grabbed a bat, put my helmet on, and stepped into the cage. “Ah, but it is not to be. My heart belongs to another.”

“What? Say it ain’t so,” Bruce teased. “When did this happen?”

“Recently actually,” I said. “I have met the most amazing girl. I think this might actually be the real thing.”

Bruce laughed. “Wow, man. I never thought I’d see the day.”

I put a few coins in the machine and got into place. “Well, people change.”

The mechanical arms got set, and turned over throwing the ball down the cage at me. I swung hard connecting solidly and driving it back. It felt good to hit again. When I was a kid, baseball had been my obsession until I decided I might be better at motocross. At the time I was not big into team sports. I was much better seeking all of the glory alone. Out there on the track it was me against them. That’s the way I liked it.