Tammy has a favor to ask of you.

You weren’t the best player on the varsity baseball team, but damn if you weren’t close to it. A full practice game and you only missed a few pitches, something you felt gave you ample bragging rights-- rights you abused as your teammates beat you to the benches to cool off. You sat your ass down on the last open seat, and doused your head in delicious water.

Tammy had followed you into the dugout after practice, but you hadn’t really noticed when the timid blonde had gotten onto the diamond. She was a bit like a mouse when you thought about it; tiny, pathetic, cute when she wasn’t being a pest, and prone to squeaking. The flat-chested nerd seemed somewhat intimidated by your teammates, but you specifically turned the girl into pudding. Even now it seemed like she was squeaking more than talking while your favorite loser passed by the other members of your team. She was close enough for you to get a better look at the bespectacled blondie's outfit.

She was usually too skittish to wear skirts, but she was wearing one that exposed up to the end of her knee-socks today; it looked weirdly flattering on her, but it hardly helped how she had all the curves of a 2x4. Adding to Tammy’s outfit was a tee shirt with the starship Enterprise emblazoned over her itty-bitty titties. Knees bent inward, the mousy little woman shuffled up to where you were cooling off on the bench, her cheeks tinted a cute shade of pink. You caught her eyes darting down to your crotch for a split-second, but that was kind of why you spread your legs when sitting near the nerd. That your shirt was unbuttoned down to your abs wasn't helping quench her thirst either.

It was rare for poor Tammy to utter a full sentence when you were in the room, so it came as quite the shock when your easiest source of free essays asked you for a favor. Didn't this girl know her place? Sure, she was dressed a full 4% sluttier than usual, but...