Walking back from the Yolk, Rick starts giving me information, “I need to be at the stadium by noon today. That’s early for a Friday because I need to get a full work out in and I have some things to take care of at the stadium. I’d like you to be at the stadium in time for batting practice today. I had the membership team hold your seat for you, but I prefer when you sit behind home plate and I can hear you throughout the game. Can I bribe you because I know you have friends in your section you want to hang out with? I can get you all passes for early entry today, so you can all be in the park near the dugout for batting practice. Then you can hangout with them in the member lounge pregame before you come sit behind home plate. Also, any tips about your mom before I make reservations for lunch tomorrow?”
“You don’t need to bribe me, my king. I’ll be there for you and cheer for you. I promise, I’ll be there yelling for you. But, Batting Practice might be cool and I’m sure my section peeps would appreciate it. They might forgive me for ditching them. Mom is pretty basic when it comes to food, she likes any place with salad options. Am I riding home from the game with you tonight?”
“Whatever you want, babe. You can drop me off and drive my car, so you can use my parking spot. There will be an envelope for you at will call.”
I message all of my section peeps about meeting for early BP and try to get some work done, while Rick starts to unpack.
Rick walks up to me ready to go to the stadium, “Are you ready?”
“No, go and I’ll meet you there before BP,” I suggest, realizing I should’ve been paying attention to the time.
Rick puts his arms around me, “Okay, but be early for BP,” as he gives me one of his unbelievable you-can-never-forget-me kisses. I reciprocate diving into his mouth with my tongue and moaning into his mouth with need. I don’t want him to forget me and I want him punch drunk, exactly how he leaves me.
About 20 minutes later I get a text message from Rick.
Text from Rick - You drive me crazy. I’m walking into the clubhouse with a hard-on and I had sex pregame. I love you, my queen.
I love that I’m able to do that to him. I’m sure the team will enjoy some fun at Rick’s expense over the hard-on.
Text to Rick - I love you, too. See you this afternoon, but can’t wait to come home with you.
My phone rings and the caller ID says it’s the stadium, “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Carter from the Seals. I’m looking for Sherry.”
“This is Sherry. Is everything okay?” wondering what’s up.
“Everything is fine. I’m a clubhouse assistant and Seno has given me some things to take care of for him today. I need some details from you, would that be okay?”
“Sure thing. What can I do?” wondering what he’s up to now.
“I’m supposed to have a jersey made for your mom and need to know what size. While I’m at it, what size jersey do you wear and do you have a preference on cap styles? I also need your date of birth for your access card and do you know how many people will be joining you for BP today?” he rattles off questions.
“Mom wears a women’s extra large. I wear women’s large in jerseys and usually get a men’s jersey. I prefer adjustable caps and don’t mind snap-backs. My birthday is May 3 and give me a minute to get you a head count,” I say trying to figure out who’s going. I check through my messages to find out who can meet early for BP. “Ten people will be joining me,” I tell him. He thanks me and asks me to have will call contact him when I get to the stadium. Rick really put him to work.
Since I already have the phone in my hand, I decide to dial up Mom and give her the plan for the weekend. “Hello?” Mom answers the phone.
“Hi, Mom! Thought I’d give you a call with the info for this weekend. How are you today?”
“Everything seems to be fine today. Is Rick the guy who was carrying you over his shoulder in that internet picture?” she asks.
“Yes, Mom. Rick is the only baseball player and the only man in my life. You have a room at the Brighton for Saturday night and we have a reservation at the spa Sunday morning.”
“I guess I do need to meet this guy. He said he loves you and he’s not letting you go,” Mom recounts.
“I know, Mom. I was there listening when you went along with him after telling me no.” I point out the part of the conversation that irritated me.
“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Mom asks.
“When you drive down tomorrow go straight to the Brighton. They'll let you check-in and park your vehicle there. Your reservation has an early check in for Saturday and a late check-out on Sunday. Everything is already paid for including valet parking. We will pick you up to go to lunch.” I give her instructions and hope she listens.
“Where are we going to lunch?”
“No idea. Rick is handling that part himself. When he says he wants to take you out, he means it. He picks the place and everything. He does the same thing on date nights,” I say and giggle. I like how he plans it all out and I’m along for the ride.
“That worries me. He’s controlling,” Mom frets.
“He’s not controlling, but he has certain things that are just him. It’s kind of nice to get in the car and let him have everything planned. You have to meet him,” I say gushing.
“I thought you were giving it time or something?
