Baseball practice was torture. I liked the sport, but not having to wear the uncomfortable uniforms the college provided us underneath the beating sun. It was September when this happened, still technically summer. The heat, as well as the girls practicing with us, made me horny. But the one and only girl I dedicated all my attention to was April Sinclair, the girl I’ve lusted after since middle school.
I was grateful for the stifling uniforms in one way: How well they showed off her fantastic body. She was curvier than the other girls, with a wide waist, and a big, round ass. Each step made her cheeks jiggle. Her face was really fun to look at, too. Her hair was pulled up in a messy pony tail, with loose strands falling down each side of her face. She usually wore black-rimmed glasses, but during practice, she kept them off. I think her glasses were just an aesthetic choice; she seemed to see fine without them.