Adam

Adam sent a text to Amanda on Friday afternoon. Hey, do you like baseball?

Red Sox?

Yes, tomorrow's game?

She replied. Yes!

He smiled. Most everyone in Boston enjoyed a trip to Fenway even if it was to people watch. The tickets were from a client and the seats were right behind home plate. They were so close he would probably be on the TV. He'd have to tell Jack to look for him, Ryan, too.

He smiled when he picked Amanda up and she was wearing a tight Sox shirt that was short enough to show her belly button. He had to drag his eyes away from her appealingly flat abs. She bounced down the steps. "So you're a Sox fan?"

"Yeah, I used to watch the games as a kid with my dad. We've been to a few games since I moved to Boston."

"So you and your dad are close?"

"We're getting there, but it's a long story."

"Maybe later." She intrigued him. He had an Uber waiting, and they sat awkward in the backseat as the car made its way through the snarled game-day traffic on Brookline Ave.

"How was the rest of your week?" He attempted to make small talk.

"Fine. I like my job, but I'm not passionate about it."

She licked her bottom lip and drew his eyes to their full redness which reminded him of their kiss. "What are you passionate about?"

She tilted her head as if studying him. "I was going to show you the other night, but you were too tired."

The impact of her words sent the blood in his body rushing to one spot. She was bold - bolder than he was used to. Perhaps this was the way the younger woman acted these days. He liked it but was wary she was too easy. Never had he worried that a girl was too easy, was he sick or something?

They arrived at the park and as he followed her to the entrance gate, he lightly brushed the bare skin on her smooth back. It would be an interesting afternoon. Good thing his lap wouldn't be on TV, because he would likely be hard, as a teenager the whole game.

Adam was pleased she followed the game. They had to lean in to hear one another in the roaring crowd. More than once he felt her hot breath on his neck included the feel of the tip of her tongue touching his skin. He started licking and kissing her neck while she leaned closer to him or at least as much as their seats would allow. The vibration of his phone in his pocket interrupted his exploration of her neck.

It was a text from Jack. Having fun! I can see you!

He replied. Jealous?

No, I have Mads. Is she Rory's age?

Adam didn't smile at the last text. NO! Bye.

Amanda was watching him. "My business partner, he saw us on TV."

"Should we wave to him?" She teased. "Actually, I should wave to my dad, he's probably watching."

In the bottom of the seventh, the Sox scored putting them ahead by three runs. When the crowd erupted, Amanda jumped up and down before wrapping both arms around Adam. Out of excitement, his mouth sought hers and in the surrounding chaos, they lost themselves in the taste of one another. Breathless when they broke apart, he smiled down at her and thought he was a very lucky man.

At the end of the game, Adam put his arm around her. "Do you want to get a drink? It's a little early for dinner."

She smiled. "We can always get takeout at your place."

"You are bold! I like it, but I'm not interested in using you. Regardless of where today leads, I'd like to see you again."

She smiled. "Sexy and a gentleman. Lucky me!"

"We'll never get a car around here, do you mind taking the T?"

"I have my monthly pass." Adam bought his fare. Because of his success, he no longer used public transportation. He could afford Ubers or taxis anytime he didn't want to drive.

The Back Bay location of his apartment confirmed to her he had money. The interior of his apartment was a typical single man's place, although it was neat and clean. It had hardly changed it since the windfall he and Jack had a few years ago. There was a comfortable leather sofa, a large flat screen television and multiple gaming consoles - Xbox and PlayStation, and even a Nintendo Switch. Looking around, she told him she was a Nintendo girl who grew up playing Mario on the Wii. She was really something else. He was definitely in lust.

"Drink?" He called out as she took his place in.

"Sure, what are you having?"

"A Sam's Summer, but I can open a bottle of wine." He held up a bottle of the seasonal ale.

"No, I'll have a beer." She followed him into the open concept kitchen. "This place is nice. Who was your decorator a gaming geek?"

He smiled. "I work hard and occasionally like to relax."

"I can think of a few ways to relax you." She pressed herself against him.

"Let's go sit. You told me you would tell me about your relationship with your father."

"Jesus, you really want to know about my father?"

"I want to know you before we get... intimate. I do want you. I want you in my bed and I want to share the Sunday Globe with you over coffee and bagels in the morning."

Taking a deep breath, she started. "My father spoiled me when I was young, but my parents had a horrible marriage. When he finally left her, he disappeared. I thought he abandoned me and my brother. It wasn't until I moved to Boston when he started to contact me. It took a while before I would even listen to him. When I did, I learned before he left the marriage he had affairs. My mother had been hurt and angry and she refused to let him see us. She did everything she could to keep him from us."

"Were you angry with your mother?"

"Yeah, I still am. I thought for years I wasn't good enough for my father. Still, she took care of us through all the tough years, so I can't really hate her."

"But now you're close with your father?"

"Yeah, we are. You'd like him. Oh wow!"

"What?"

"He's like eight years older than you!"

Adam felt the blood drain out of his face. "Jack, my best friend who texted me said you looked like his daughter's age, but he was teasing. She's only sixteen."

"I'm not a kid." She straddled his lap.

He began kissing her again and put his hands around her bareback. When she ground into him, he groaned and she slid off his lap onto the floor between his knees. He looked down at her as she went to work on the button of his shorts. He sprang free, and she bent over him to take him in her mouth.

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

He finally found his breath. "God, I knew you had an amazing mouth."

She straddled him again. He kissed her and her hands were flat on his strong chest until she started to pull up his shirt.

He stopped her. "We need to even things out."

With one smooth move, he lifted her shirt over her head. His eyes visibly darkened as he took in the sight of her bra. His hand cupped her breast and when he found her already hardened nipple, he smiled. Again with the skill of experience, he lifted her off him and maneuvered them so she was flat on her back and he was over her, as he pulled his own shirt off and adeptly undid her shorts and pulled them off her. She was wearing only her bra and thong while he wore nothing.

She gasped as he repaid the favor. Shifting her thong, he loved that he made her squirm.

When he moved up on the sofa to be next to her, he was smiling and hard again.

"Jesus, you were..."

"Amazing?" He added cockily.

"Yes." She sighed as his fingers continued where his mouth had just been.

"I need to go to the bedroom. Do you want to join me or wait for me here?"

"I think I can walk." She teased.

"You look overdressed and I'm not dressed enough." He reached into a bedside drawer. She unhooked her bra and let it drop before she pushed down her thong kicking it off her ankles.

"Better?"

He nodded. "I'm regretting leaving the other night. You are so amazingly hot."

He approached her and embraced her. Her breast pressed into him as he pressed into her belly. He lifted her and dropped her onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of her and settled between her legs. She lifted her hips to meet him and he plunged in, fully and deeply. She cried out as she came just before he did. Oh fuck, he thought, I need that again.