Free Lost In Autumn by Frankie Delgado Page B

being the only person to find it hilarious.
    Janet ignored my
query and stole a sip of my drink.
    “blech!” her cherry
red lips left a print on the rim of my glass and then twisted into a disgusted
expression, “I don’t know how you actually like whiskey. I can only drink
fruity drinks and this stuff is just nasty.”
    “You’re just a wimp,”
I teased her as I swallowed my last bite, washed it down with my cocktail and
grabbed my keys.
    “Come on turd,” I
pulled on the front of Janet’s baseball jersey to lead her out the door.

 
    Safeco Field was
only a short fifteen-minute drive from our apartment, but by the time we found
a place to park and walked to the gate, the game had already begun.
    “We’re in section
331, row 7, and you are in seat 6, I’m seat 7, and then my classmates that I
invited are sitting on both sides of us,” Janet informed me as we passed
through security and the attendants scanned our tickets.
    “Anyone I know?” I usually
had social anxiety when meeting new people, but in the environment of a
sporting event, I wasn’t as worried about having to force an awkward
conversation with some stranger.
    “I don’t think
so…Amanda is coming...Eric, Natalie, Erin, Darren and Jon said they were coming
too. You’ll like them, I promise!” she reassured me. Janet was a people-person
and didn’t have any difficulty making new friends and her blonde hair, blue
eyes, and petite figure never failed to keep a crowd of admiring boys around as
well.
    Our seats were at
the top of the stadium behind home plate and as we climbed the flights of
stairs that seemed to go on forever, I could see the net that covered all the
bleachers.
    “Aww dang it,” I
moaned with mock disappointment in my voice. “Why didn’t you pick seats where I
could catch a baseball and get it signed by Derek Jeter? The day is ruined now.”
I sighed dramatically.
    “These seats are
just fine and it’s not like you want to meet him anyways, he’s a big old
sloozy.”
    We reached our
crowded row and started sliding awkwardly past the line of knees with our butts
at the eye-level of everyone seated.
    “Seat 3… Excuse me!
4… pardon!” I softly said the seat numbers as we neared seats 6 and 7 and I
stopped to let Janet squeeze in front of me to sit down first.
    A flying insect of
some type flew in front of Janet’s eyes, and she began to swat back and forth
wildly in my face.
    “Sweet baby Jesus!
Tits!” she cussed while simultaneously striking me in the tits and sending me flailing
into the warm lap behind me.
    I felt a pair of rock
hard arms reach out to support me and I immediately began apologizing before
even making eye-contact with whomever I had just sat on in such a familiar way.
    “I’m so sorry,
please excuse me!” I pleaded as I turned my head and looked directly into those
smoldering mischievous eyes from the library.
    Color flooded my
face for the second time that day as I realized who I was perched upon.
    I reached for the
armrests to clamor my way back to my feet but his arms were still holding me to
his iron chest. I could hear Janet’s bubbly laugh next to me breaking me out of
my daze.
    “Don’t apologize to
Darren. It’s not like you could have possibly hurt him,” she giggled.
    I struggled again to
stand up as I felt a hard bulge against my left butt cheek. Was that his…? I didn’t finish the
thought as I finally slid successfully into my seat and hoped some of the red
in my face had faded.
    “Nala, this is
Darren. Darren – Nala, although I think you’re past the point of introductions
now since you’ve already sat on his lap,” Janet teased.
    I reached out to
shake hands to try to get some formality back into the situation, but
immediately regretted my decision as his fingers touched mine and squeezed
slowly, making my heart race and causing a needy ache between my thighs.
    “Yes, we actually
met earlier today at Suzzalo,” Darren said to Janet without looking away from
me