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One of the first things her sweet, sweet Josephine had told her was that blondes were her type. And Maybelle had thought she made it obvious that she was available for the pickings. Literally. Maybelle wants her handsome little roommate to pick her up and throw her. On the bed. Against the wall. In the locker room.
She wants it bad.
And at first, Maybelle thought maybe Josephine just had a specific courting process. Hence all the sweets and late afternoon walks. But it’s been six weeks, and Josephine hadn’t picked up on any of Maybelle’s advances.
It’s an awful thing to be in love. Maybelle knows that for a fact. It was something she was hoping to avoid for the rest of her life. But Josephine De Luca isn’t someone that her heart could just ignore. Maybelle had been a goner since Josephine had shielded Maybelle with her jacket while it was raining two weeks into the season. And with every moment spent together, Maybelle’s affection for her roommate had only grown.
When Greta started her rendezvous with Carson, which yes Maybelle is aware of thank you, Maybelle was giddy. With Greta busy, Josephine’s time was hers alone. They had spent so many hours talking, reading, and just existing together.
After the room switch during their stay at the convent, Josephine couldn’t stop singing Jess’s praises. How cool Jess was. What funny thing Jess had said during breakfast. Why Jess only talked in fucking weird ass Canadian riddles all the time.
Ok. So maybe not the last one. And Maybelle’s not a hateful person! She’s not! She loves all her girls on the team and Jess. But she’s horny and feeling a little irrational. And maybe an itsy bitsy worried that Jess is also a blonde. Jess is very handsome. And maybe her Josephine likes handsome girls as much as pretty ones.
Currently, Maybelle sits on her bed, knitting a sweater for her middle child. She could usually count on Josephine to be right next to her, telling her some fantastical story of her travels. But instead, the other woman is fixing her hair and slipping on a jacket.
“Jess found this duck that she swears knows Spanish. Isn’t that crazy? We’re going to go find it.” Jo laughs, “I’ll be back later! ”
She’s gone before Maybelle can say goodbye. The blonde is left with a lumpy grey sweater and a frown on her face. How is she supposed to compete with a Spanish speaking duck and McCready!
But no. This wouldn’t get her down. Maybelle is a Fox. And a Fox knows how to rally!
Laying her knitting aside, Maybelle lays back on her bed and thinks. How does she get rid of the McCready sized obstacle between her and her Josephine?
…
Oh.
///
Maybelle knocks impatiently on the bedroom door, “Lupe, sweetie, I know you’re in there.”
The door swings open, and Carson’s little bushy head pops into her view, “Heyyyy, Maybelle.”
Maybelle peaks into the room to see Lupe smoking on her bed and nursing her elbow. “Huh, what are you two doing in here? Alone. Not trying to kill each other?”
“Nothing! We’re not doing anything.” Carson looks to Lupe with wide eyes, “Right, Lupe? Just a good ol’ pitcher and catcher conversation.”
Lupe gestures for Maybelle to come in and close the door. She takes a lag drag of her cigarette before saying, “We’re not fucking.”
“Oh!” Carson yelps, “No! No one even mentioned that? Why would she– now she’s going to think that we’re doing that. And we’re not! There is no–
“That’s what she was getting at Shaw.” Lupe laughs, “Maybelle’s just being nosy.”
Maybelle winks, “Well a girl can dream, can’t she?”
Lupe yanks Carson to sit beside her and puts the cigarette in her hand, “You’re stressing me out, have a cigarette.”
Carson nods, “Ok.” She takes a long drag and immediately starts coughing.
“Oh Dios mío,” Lupe sighs as she pats Carson’s back. Maybelle takes the cigarette from Carson’s flailing hand before something unfortunate happens.
“I don’t,” Carson coughs out, “actually smoke. Like not a lot.”
“Oh we can tell cutie,” Maybelle says before taking a long drag of the cigarette, “I’m glad you’re both here–
“It’s my room.” Lupe reminds her.
“Don’t get snappy on me. I’m a woman on edge.” Maybelle tells them, “I need a favor from the two of you.”
“Uh, sure.” Carson agrees readily.
“Great.” Maybelle gives them her best smile, “I need you two to get a handle on your women.”
Carson yelps in surprise, her eyes wide, “I don’t have a woman. I am my own woman.”
“You trail after Gill like you’re trying to hitch a ride under her skirt.” Lupe scoffs, “Obviously, she knows.”
“You didn’t know until I told you!” Carson flicks Lupe on her good elbow.
“Hey!” Lupe flicks Carson in her throat, causing the other woman to start coughing again. “And I don’t have a woman, Maybelle.”
“Sure. But you have a Jess. And I need you two to start revolving around each other again.” Maybelle sighs, “We all want to get laid here, right?”
“Yes.” Carson readily agrees, “But what’s in it– Maybelle!”
Lupe squints at Maybelle, “Who do you have your eye on Fox?”
Carson slaps Lupe’s arm, grinning widely, “It’s obvious Lupe.”
“What do you know about queer shit?”
Carson laughs, “I know Maybelle wants to have some alone time with Jo.
“Huh, yeah that makes sense.” Lupe gestures for the cigarette, “So what do you want from us?”
“Ever since that room switch, Jo has spent all her free time with Jess. Unlike you. You’ve been sulking… more than usual, that is.” Maybelle sighs as she easily ignores Lupe flipping her off, “So if you two could run a distraction for me so I can–
“Sink your claws in De Luca?” Lupe asks with a roll of her eyes. She gestures to Carson, “But why do you need this one?”
“Carson and Greta can go to the garage and you can have Jess’s room to yourself.” Maybelle shakes a finger at the pitcher, “And don’t tell me there’s nothing going on. I’m not dumb.”
Lupe leans against her pillow and exhales a cloud of smoke, “I’m trying! Alright? I keep making her coffee and helping her with her chores. What else does she want from me?”
“Maybe an actual declaration of love?” Carson suggests earnestly before letting out a deep sigh, “Greta won’t let me do anything for her… or really say much to her. I get too emotional and she bolts. I try to carry her bags and she tells me I’m being too obvious.” The catcher sighs, “I think I’m meant to die alone.”
Lupe makes eye contact with Maybelle, both of their eyes wide. The pitcher mouths ‘what the fuck’ and Maybelle shrugs in response.
“Hey, you won’t die alone…pal.” Lupe awkwardly says, “You gotta just– fuck I don’t know what to say to that.”
“For goodness sake, Lupe, what is wrong with you.” Maybelle ruffles Carson’s hair, “You’re going to be fine. Greta just has her head in the clouds and her heart in a safe. You know what you need to break through those steel walls?”
Carson shrugs, “I found this book of poetry that I could–
“No Carson. Just no. Listen, my ex got me pregnant with my second one because I caught him making eyes at the butcher’s daughter. The ugly one with bigger tits than me.” Maybelle tells her friend.
Carson’s eyes squint as she tries to follow along with the story. Lupe smirks, “How big are we talking? Because a nice pair and fucking from behind–
The catcher covers her ears in surprise, “Oh my gosh, Lupe. You are filthy.”
“Anyway! He ate me out so well that I swore I saw god and spoke to the devil.” Maybelle shimmies her shoulders, “So just eat her out until she can’t run from you anymore.”
“And then do I recite the poetry?”
Lupe and Maybelle groan in tandem.
“I’m joking,” Carson laughs nervously, “Except there is one, by this poet named Sappho, and I just think that it was written for Greta. Wait, let me read it to you!”
Their coach runs out of the room, assumedly to her own, to grab the book.
Lupe turns to Maybelle and looks her over, “What else?”
“Hmm?”
“This,” She gestures to Maybelle’s body, “isn’t just nervous, horny energy. What else is going on?”
Maybelle sighs, “I– Jo said her type was blondes. And what if I waited too long to make a move? What if she likes Jess?”
Lupe stares at her for a moment before cackling. The pitcher doubles over as she continues to cough. Once again Maybelle is forced to take the cigarette so a house fire isn’t added to her list of concerns.
“No fucking way.” Lupe chokes out, “Jo is not Jess’s type.”
Maybelle feels herself growing defensive, “And why not! My Josephine is–
“Yeah, yeah. I don’t need to hear your explicit thoughts about Jo.” Lupe brushes her off, “I just mean, Jess likes softer girls.”
“Oh,” Maybelle laughs, “So you’re right up her alley huh?”
“Oh fuck off.” Lupe says weakly as she looks away, “Anyway, Jo is definitely not a butch for butch type.”
“Why not?” Carson asks from the doorway, causing the two other women to jump. “What’s wrong with butch to butch? For? Butch for butch? Also, what’s a butch?”
Lupe flops back on her bed and groans loudly, “Just close the door and read us your fucking poem Carson.”
///
The three players left the room on a mission. Bonded by horny desperation, love sickness, and Carson’s surprisingly moving poetry. Nothing could stop them from reaching their goal.
“Alright ladies! We’re going to go out there, get our ladies, and have an amazing orgasm by the time Mister Attorney comes on!” Maybelle rallies them as she pumps her fist in the air. “We’re hot, capable, and not afraid to show our soft side!”
A cough from the living room causes the women to freeze. They turn to see Esti and Beverly staring at them from the couch.
Huh, that could actually stop them from reaching their goal.
Beverly stands up with a grimace on her face, “Every day I wonder why, after my years of serving this country, god would punish me with you lot of girls. But I realize now that I am your blessing. You would be arrested or worse if you weren’t in my house.” The older woman shakes her head, “Can you at least try to use some discretion?”
Carson nervously laughs, “Ha. Discretion. Yep that is our middle name. We don’t even–
“And please, clean my backseats after your rendezvous in my car, Ms. Shaw.” Beverly passes them as she makes her way out of the house, “Ms. Garcia, you will be explaining this to Ms. Gonzalez. I will be at the ice cream parlor until 6 PM; use this time wisely.”
Lupe stares at the floor as she nods her head in embarrassment, not even having the energy to snark at being responsible for Esti.
“That’s Beverly’s car?” Carson asks, “Oh god, she’s going to kill me.”
Maybelle laughs nervously, “I’m pretty sure Esti didn’t catch any of that. So you’re fine Lupe. We’ve just got to go out there and–”
Jess, Greta, and Jo walk into the room looking properly chastised.
“I’ve never been fined!” Greta complains, “Since when is the front porch ‘the public’?”
Jo shrugs, “What does she mean we’re grounded to the premise? I’d rather her just take my cash! Someone must have pissed in Sarge’s secret bottle of whiskey. ”
“These three look guilty enough.” Jess says, noticing her teammates in the foyer, “What did you do to get Sarge that peeved?”
Lupe waves her off, “Nothing.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Carson mutters as she avoids eye contact.
Esti points at the horny trio and says, “Ice cream, Mister Attorney, and orgasms.”
Lupe groans, “I’m doing it. I’m killing myself.”
Carson shakes her head, “Take me out too.”
“Sounds like some fun plans chickadee.” Greta says with a wink, “You guys have a triple date?”
Jess tries to hide her smile as she looks down, “I’ve never heard of that combination ever making someone so pissed.”
“I’ve got to ask,” Jo starts, already snickering, “Who’s who? Which one of you is–” She can’t finish as she starts laughing again and Jo follows.
Great.
And now Josephine is laughing at them.
Her.
A big part of her life has been spent being the butt of the joke. The dumb blonde. And Maybelle knows it’s not like that. It’s a silly situation. She would be laughing if she weren’t so worked up. But she’s worked up. And she’s embarrassed. So she doesn't think. She just acts.
Stomping her foot in frustration, she cries, “Oh, just forget it!”
Maybelle takes to the stairs two at a time. Gives Shirley ‘the hand’ to silence her when they cross paths in front of the bathroom. And slams her bedroom door shut before throwing herself on the bed.
It’s dumb to cry. She’s not sad, not really. She’s just… this is a lot. Being away from her kids. Living out her dream of being a baseball player. Falling in love with her roommate. It’s a lot of emotions to fit into her small body! She’s overwhelmed.
There’s a knock on the door.
Maybelle ignores it.
There’s another knock.
Maybelle burrows her face deeper into the pillow.
“Fix it, or you’re benched for the next game.” Lupe’s harsh whisper comes from behind the door.
“You can’t–”
“Next two games.” It’s Carson this time.
The door opens and Jo stumbles inside, barely finding her footing before the door is slammed shut. Maybelle refuses to look up from her pillow. Okay with ignoring Jo for the rest of the night and then pretending none of this happened the next day.
“Maybelle?” Jo calls hesitantly.
Maybelle doesn’t respond.
Jo shuffles closer to her roommate, “Sugar Plum. I know you can hear me.”
Maybelle turns so her back is to Jo. She reaches to pull her comforter over her head, childish she knows, but is stopped by Jo’s hand around her wrist.
“Hey now.” Jo pulls at her wrist so that Maybelle has to roll over to face Jo, “Carson and Lupe said you wanted to talk.”
Maybelle huffs, embarrassed and petulant, “Yeah, but do you want to talk to me?”
“Wanna talk to you? Of course I do.” Jo tilts her head in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you for two weeks now,” Maybelle finally tells her, bottom lip quivering, “and you’ve ignored me.” She sniffles, “And tonight I was going to–” She stops herself before embarrassing herself anymore, “It doesn’t matter.”
Jo frowns and kneels beside the bed, “Maybelle I didn’t– I was just trying to give you some space, you know. Didn’t want you getting bored of little old me.” The New Yorker tries to joke, but it falls short. “Honest, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I’m not crying.” Maybelle refutes as sniffs again.
“You just got allergies, huh?”
This time Maybelle laughs. It’s a small one, but Jo takes it as a win.
Jo’s hand reaches out to cup Maybelle’s face, “I’m sorry Sugar Plum. You’re breaking my heart looking this sad.” Jo lets her thumb brush against the blonde's cheek, “What can I do to make it up to you?”
Maybelle shrugs, her usual gumption kaput for the day, “Don’t worry about Jo. I’m just being silly.”
“Oh no. You don’t call me Jo. I’m your Josephine. Remember?” Jo’s hand drops to her shoulders as she pretends to shake her, “Tell me how to fix this right now.”
The words leave Maybelle’s mouth before she can swallow them down, “Take me out?”
Jo’s hand tightens on her shoulder before dropping limply to lie on the mattress.
And that’s her answer. Not the answer Maybelle wanted. But an answer. She closes her eyes and prepares to roll herself under the bed. Accepting the possibility that she might hide there for the rest of her life.
“Like on a date?” Jo asks hesitantly, snapping the blonde out of her plan of hiding, “You wanna go on a date? With me?”
Maybelle cracks open an eye to say a grinning Jo staring at her. She fully opens her eyes so that she can roll them, “Obviously.”
Jo rears back, “What do you mean, obviously? You’re straight! You have kids! I didn’t know–
“I have been trying to get your attention for a month now.” Maybelle huffs, “You think I just let anyone stare at my tits without a good slap?”
“I don’t know,” Jo stutters, “I haven’t been– ok you got me. I was trying to be respectful Maybelle! I’m not used to girls like you flirting with me.” Jo defends herself, a blush deepening on her cheeks.
Jo opens her mouth, but before she can respond, Maybelle’s lips are on hers.
Jo doesn’t move, in shock, but when Maybelle starts pulling away, Jo grabs Maybelle’s shoulder and moves her so that she’s sitting up. Jo leans further into the kiss, her fingers tangling into the blonde hair at the nape of Maybelle’s neck to pull her closer.
The kiss breaks with the two women panting, gulping down air as they stare at each other.
Maybelle pants as she swings her legs onto the floor, “This is the part where you undress me.” She stands and pulls Jo with her.
“Whatever you want Maybelle.” Jo tells her as she begins unbuttoning her roommate's dress with shaky fingers.
Maybelle winks at Jo, “What I want is your not-so-little friend in the dresser to help fuck me until I can’t stand.”
Jo fingers stop as she processes what she just heard, “You mean–
“I want your strap… Josephine.”
With speed Maybelle hadn't even seen on the field, Jo is in front of her dresser rifling through it. She pulls out a rather long and thick dildo and a knotted mess of straps. Maybelle laughs softly as she hears Jo mutter curses to herself as she tries to undo the knotted straps. The blonde allows her dress to fall to the floor and stands behind the excited woman. She stands on her toes to kiss Jo’s neck, “Get your pants off honey. I’ll get it sorted out.”
Jo turns and pulls Maybelle into another kiss. Maybelle allows it for a moment before taking the harness and gently pushing Jo away. With determination, strictly from desperate horniness, Maybelle has the harness straightened out in a few moments. She looks up to see Jo staring at her with hungry eyes. Maybelle makes a show of walking toward Jo and dropping to her knees in front of her. Maybelle fits Jo with the harness, allowing her hands to slide up Jo’s shaking thighs. She slips the dildo through the opening and nuzzles it, allowing her tongue to softly lick at it.
Jo pulls Maybelle up with needy hands and kisses her as if trying to devour her. Maybelle moans into Jo’s mouth and wraps her arms around her. Holding her tightly. Desperately.
"Joey," Maybelle murmurs, going to kiss Jo’s neck underneath her ear. She gently bites at the spot. “God your hands feel so good on me.”
"Maybelle–we should maybe..." Jo’s suggestion is cut off by Maybelle’s lips claiming hers again.
Maybelle’s hands snakes between them and takes hold of the dildo "Josephine..." She strokes the toy, groaning softly at the weight under her fingers. Ever so slowly, she presses the base against Jo’s clit. Catching Jo off guard, Maybelle takes the opportunity to push the other woman onto the bed. Jo leans against the headboard staring up at Maybelle in awe.
Maybelle laughs, "Isn’t this better than hanging out with Jess?" She crawls up the bed until she’s lying between Jo’s thighs.
"I," Jo croaks, a blush appearing on her cheeks. "Yeah. Sure thing, Sugar Plum."
"Just sure? You can go back to Jess if you want?" Maybelle teases as she unhooks her bra and throws it to the side.
"Belle can you? Not -- not that I don’t love to hear your voice. But can you stop talking about Jess?"
"Hm," Maybelle ponders out loud, "I don’t know, you sure did hurt my little feelings this week. Ignoring me and all. Think about it you could be looking for a duck with Jess.” She nips at Jo’s thigh, right under one of the leather straps. “Instead of here with me.”
Jo groans, “Belle Baby, please.” She reaches down to wrap her fingers in the blonde’s curled hair and gently pulls her up so they can kiss, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Jo says against Maybelle’s lips.
Maybelle hums her approval, “You’ve got to be real nice to me honey.”
Jo’s hand slides between Maybelle’s thighs and curves up against her, fingers pushing, pressing into slick heat. Maybelle’s back arches and she clutches Jo closer, gasping softly. Jo kisses the sounds away, tongue slipping past Maybelle’s lips at the same time as two fingers thrust between her legs. The blonde can only take a few thrusts before she whines. "Josephine, I'm ready. Please."
Jo’s kisses grow hungrier and her fingers don’t stop thrusting. With control she didn’t know she had, Maybelle moves off Jo’s fingers. “I want to come with your cock in me Jo.” Maybelle gets on her knees and looks back at a gaping Jo leaning against the headboard. “I want you to take me like this, Josephine.”
"Maybelle you are the most special woman I’ve ever met." Jo tells her as she rushes to run her hands across Maybelle’s back in worship. "And you’re so beautiful. I must be the luckiest woman alive.”
"Joey do I have to beg?" Maybelle interrupts before moaning as she leans back into Jo’s crotch. "I love how sweet you are Josephine, but I need you in me before I combust.”
Jo laughs. "If you insist." She places the dildo at Maybelle’s entrance and slides it through the wetness she finds there. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get a proper taste of you.” Slowly, she slides all the way home in one stroke. When their thighs meet, Jo allows herself to drape over Maybelle’s back and kiss her shoulder.
"Oh, damn," Maybelle gasps "That's -- you’re so deep Joey."
Jo kisses her again, "Tell me when you're ready."
Maybelle lets out a breathy laugh, “Honey, I never told you to stop.”
With confidence that is usually only found on the home plate, Jo slaps Maybelle’s ass. Maybelle groans and pushes further back into Jo.
“And here I was trying to treat you real sweet.” Jo teases as she rubs at the spot she struck.
“Never said I was a lady Josephine.”
Jo allows herself a moment of weakness and finds herself leaning down to whisper, “You could be my lady.”
Before Maybelle can respond, Jo starts a frenzied pace. Maybelle briefly loses her balance and finds her face pressed into the mattress; she pushes back against Jo, desperately wanting to touch as much of her Josephine as possible. "Fuck, I can feel you even deeper like this.”
Jo withdraws from Maybelle with a chuckle, “You need a break, baby?”
Maybelle whines, “Josephine I will through a fit if you do not–”
The blonde is cut off by Jo snapping her hips and entering her one smooth stroke. She pulls out again, but this time reenters her slowly, "You’ve got to let me savor this Belle. You don’t know how many times I imagined this. I’d watch you in the outfield, and I’d just want to fuck you up against the gate. Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to get on my knees for you? Spend hours lapping away at your sweet cunt? "
"Fuck, honey," Maybelle whispers brokenly, "I want that too.”
Jo picks up her speed again. She grunts as she palms a breast in her hand, “Gotta make this last.”
Maybelle reaches blindly behind her and is able to grab Jo’s thigh, “We’ll last Jo. I promise. We’re going to last. Just let me cum. Honey please.”
Jo’s rhythm becomes desperate, more of a rushed frantic motion than anything else, after hearing Maybelle’s promise. She thrusts hard, a hand gripping Maybelle’s hips tightly to pull her closer.
“Feels so good, oh fuck, I'm going to come --" Maybelle pants out as her hand squeezes Jo’s thigh harder.
"Me too," Jo hisses. "Fuck, me too." She takes her hand off Maybelle’s breast to start rubbing the other woman’s clit. The moan Maybelle lets out is unholy, and Jo can’t help but copy her.
Maybelle bites the pillow underneath her to muffle her cries. “I’m so close, I just need – I need–” At that, Jo redoubles the force of her movements. Jo pinches Maybelle’s clit as she thrusts into the shaking woman underneath her.
The blonde's body grows tense as a powerful climax washes over her. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, blinded by the pleasure.
Jo fucks her through it, grinding into her with enough power to make Maybelle feel like she’s being torn apart. And before Maybelle can even come down and help repay the favor, Jo shudders behind her. Her hand holding on tightly to Maybelle’s waist as she reaches her peak.
Maybelle mutters something breathless and unintelligible before letting her body fully collapse onto the bed. Jo pulls out slowly, tossing the dildo onto her bed with a lazy throw. She pulls a panting Maybelle up on the bed next to her. The blonde rolls onto her side and takes several deep breaths before opening her eyes.
Jo sheepishly smiles at Maybelle, "So. Uh. That was… somethin'."
"Something life-altering?" Maybelle laughs, "Josephine, you know how to show a girl a good time."
"Really?" Jo asks hesitantly.
"Really." Maybelle yawns, stretching her arms before curling against her teammate’s chest. Jo’s arms don’t immediately wrap around her still twitchy body, causing Maybelle to pout. “Josephine! Hold me.”
Jo’s arms quickly wrap around her and squeeze, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Maybelle nips at Jo’s neck, “I shouldn’t have to ask. You should know I want to be in your arms all the time Josephine.”
“I’ve never had a girl like you.” Jo tells her, dropping a kiss on her forehead, “No one’s ever wanted–
“I want you.” Maybelle cuts her off, “I don’t know what silly girls you were running around with in the past. But I want you. Always.” Maybelle burrows more into Jo, “So just get used to it.”
Jo swallows around the lump forming in her throat, “Anything for my Baby Belle.”
The two lay in silence for a moment. Letting their heartbeats settle as they allow themselves a moment of rest.
"Goodness, I could sleep for ages." Maybelle murmurs.
"Mm," Jo agrees as her hand cards through blonde hair, "Yeah, I'm gonna feel this tomorrow."
Maybelle laughs, “You? You put me through my paces Josephine.”
“That was just a teaser Sugar Plum. I’m just getting started with you.” Jo squeezes the woman in her arms, “I didn’t even get my mouth on you yet.”
“You. Me. Tomorrow night after dinner.” Maybelle tells her with a yawn.
Jo smiles, “Right, I owe you a date.”
“You sure do.” Maybelle kisses Jo's neck, “You can tell me all about it after our nap… And Mister Attorney.”
Chuckling, Jo pulls the blankets up around them, “Sounds like a plan.”
The two women are quiet for a moment, about to drift off into their nap, when Jo asks, “How do you feel about ice cream?”