Batting practice.

Beth grabbed a second slice of pizza after Paul bounded up the stairs. "I thought your season was over? Shouldn't you be relaxing?"
"Coach always told me to stay sharp. I like to take BP at least a couple days a week, even in the off-season." Jeff got up to wash his hands in the sink. "Some guys, they think they can just do whatever, and they show up to the first practice overweight, no conditioning..." Beth couldn't help herself. She admired Jeff's muscled calfs, his butt, his shoulders stretching the undershirt.
"You're in no danger of that." she said, almost to herself. Jeff turned, wiping his hands with a towel.
"Thanks. You ever played any sports?"
"Tennis and soccer in high school. I got cut from the soccer team in college, though. I didn't have the dedication to make it a real passion."
"Well, you seem to take care of yourself. How often do you hit the gym?" Jeff's eyes were openly roaming away from her face. She wondered why she wasn't more offended at his open leering. Because he's cute.
"I..uh... try to get there at least 4 days a week."
"Wow, that's dedication."
"Well," she blushed. "I am trying to fit into a wedding dress."
Jeff suddenly smiled. "I'm going to hit a few more. Why don't you come and watch for a bit. You don't have to get to another lesson or anything, right?"
Beth almost choked on her water. "N..no I don't but..."
"Come on. I can even show you how to hit a fastball."
"I don't think that's going to happen...I've never even gone to the batting cages."
"It'll be fun."
Beth found herself sitting in a lawn chair, watching Jeff take swings as a pitching machine lobbed balls at a moderate speed. He was explaining how he was pivoting his weight, and about staying short through the zone...etc etc.... and his words washed over her as she indulged in a little of her own leering.
{if Formation = 1
}What am I doing? I should really be leaving.
Then again, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. And why should I be bored all day?
{elseif Formation = 5
}He's such a fine piece of young man. He probably fucks the hottest girls on campus.{else
}Mmph. He's so fit. This is fun... watching... just watching, that's all. Nothing more. {endif
}
After a few minutes, Jeff invited her up to take a few swings. He stood behind her, helping her find her grip on the bat and showing her how to stand, and bend her knees. She swallowed as his body enveloped hers from behind. She could feel his breath on her neck as he instructed her. When he pressed against her to guide her hands on the baseball bat, she felt the stiffness of his cock press into her backside.
Beth didn't hit a single ball cleanly, and she wasn't sure if it was just because she'd never swung at pitches this fast before. The illicit flirting, the hard bulge teasing her ass, the breath on her skin...
"I don't... I think I'm done." She panted, dropping the bat and turning to face Jeff. "I don't know how you guys make it look so easy."
"Practice and more practice. You have the athleticism for it." Jeff was staring into her eyes now.