Missed Connections

Chapter 44 - Bat Flip

I take a deep breath to still my racing heart and shift my hips to release my very moist panties from my sensitive bits.  I watch Louis from where I sit on the couch.  His is ass is really one of the most superb sights I have ever seen. And I haven't wanted to bite anything more...

Louis tips the staff at the door, and bring our dinner back to the coffee table.   I glance down at the food, thinking my appetite is being supplanted by lecherous thoughts. However, once the smell of the pizza becomes evident, my tummy eclipses into a cacophony of loud growls.   Louis raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"Your body is sending some clear messages."

"Glad you can understand them.  Right now I have so many competing desires; my brain is in overdrive."

"Well, how's about we feed your base needs," Louis suggests, grabbing a piece of pie and scarfing it down, "then we'll talk about dessert."   He winks at me.

"Where does baseball fit in?" I ask while grabbing my own slice, and slurping up some strings of cheese.

"Wherever you want it to, luv.  I am happy to knock some balls around with you."

"Hardy, har, har.  And do you plan to use one or two hands on your bat?"

"I was just planning to let you hold it, and I'll be there to guide you."

"Knocking the jokes out of the park, Tommo,"  I reply sarcastically. "But if you don't mind, I really would love to take in part of the game."

"Sounds good, luv.  Let's check it out."

I cross the room and drag the lounge chair closer to the window.  Top of the 2nd. Next I move the ottoman in front of the chair to create a makeshift dinner table. Sitting on the edge of the chair, I pat behind me indicating for Louis to come over. He strolls over and slips in behind me. I glance back and smile at him broadly. I proffer a bite of my pizza, and he readily accepts, taking a large bite. A small dab of sauce remains, and I run my finger over his lower lip to collect it before licking it off. Louis smiles widely. Things feel comfortable.

We settle back to watch the game, commenting every now and then.  I cheer loudly for my favourite players, and explain to Louis why I love them. He listens enthusiastically, getting a kick out of my passionate descriptions, and my recitations of stats. I prattle on about the Jays prospects of getting into the finals. Close, but not as hopeful as the year before.  Jose Baustista needs to live up to his hype.

Then all of a sudden Edward Encarnacion hits a home run! The crowd goes wild, and the cheers can be heard through the glass. Dropping the bat, Encarnacion acknowledges the crowd and circles around the bases in his iconic style.

"See how he runs with his right arm bent, parallel to the ground.  That's why they dub him 'Edwing' and they call that move 'walking the parrot'.  It's hilarious!  It's my next fave thing compared to Jose's bat flip."

"Bat Flip?"

"Yeah, exaggeratedly tossing the bat aside, typically after a home run.  Apparently it's considered rude to the extreme in American leagues, but common place in Asian and Latin American games. Last season during a particularly tense home game between the Jays and the Texas Rangers, Jose hit a stupendous three-run homerun. He then tossed his bat aside with the best expression ever.  It went viral.  Shit, people even made Christmas sweaters depicting the moment.  The best."

"You Canadians are weird."

"And you love it."

"I do," Louis replies, pulling me back towards him. He kisses me deeply, feathering his tongue over my bottom lip. Flutters erupt in my belly. Louis flashes me a sexy grin, melting my innards. I nudge him gently, a little shy under his intense gaze. Louis chuckles and wraps his arms firmly around me. I nuzzle in to his chest, enjoying the warmth of our bodies touching. His heartbeat steadily thrumbs against my back. The perfect staccato beats calms me.