His reciprocation took me to peaks of sexual pleasure that I had never imagined as his fingers with newfound expertise and confidence stroked my vaginal opening, teased and played with my clitoris, and finally entered me, the first time a man had entered my body, and began a gentle rhythm of thrusting and stroking that brought on an orgasm that seemed like death by pleasure, that absorbed every sense, every cell even, of my body. So I guess when he connected on the third pitch, when both he and I knew by the sound of the bat, when we watched it soar high, higher, and then clear the left field fence I wasn’t really surprised. “Feel better?” I asked, then “I can see I’ve got some laundry to do when we get home.”
That relieved the pressure, the need.
