In the summer of 1990 I was very fortunate to play in the Canadian Little League Baseball Championships in Ontario. It was the second greatest experience of my life and shortly I will tell you about my first.
This story has nothing to do with baseball but everything to do with a most unusual experience. I was twelve years old at the time and was going through puberty. This was the stage that I was really starting to get interested in girls. But anyways, I will try and stick to the story.
When I went to Ontario with my baseball team we didn't stay in a hotel, you stayed with a family who would billet you for the tournament, they were called your billets. I had a roommate and we stayed in a very nice house with incredible people. The billet family had two brothers aged sixteen and eighteen. The older one I didn't see much but the younger one who's name I forget, but we will call him Ryan, was always around. All he would talk to us about was girls and he was the first person to tell me about the birds and the bees. Over the time I was there he would divulge to me secret sex techniques that girls liked. I owe much of my current technique to him. Talking to him was like having the key to the kingdom of sensual delights. He was very charming, had a great physique and was extremely good looking.
One day he brought over his sixteen year old girlfriend, who's name eludes me, so we will call her Samantha. She was gorgeous, she looked like Ferris Bueller's girlfriend in the movie, "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", Mia Sara. I could not believe how nice she was and how amazing she smelled. There was something else about her I liked: she was very touchy.
At the time I had long blonde wavy hair and she would always play with it, which I liked. Then at a Blue Jay's baseball game at the Skydome I got to sit by her. She would put her arm around me and one time she gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me I was very cute. I was in heaven.
Then one day her boyfriend, Ryan couldn't give me a ride to my game. My roommate had gone with his parents who had made the trip to Ontario. I was to walk to Samantha's house and she was to give me a ride to the game.
I arrived at her house and knocked on the door. She called me in through the window. I entered and she said she was upstairs. I walked up to the second level when she called, "I'm in here."
I entered and there she was having a bubble bath. She laughed a little because of my reaction. We talked for a bit; well actually she talked and I stuttered. Before I knew it, it was time to go. I waited for her to ask me to leave but she didn't. She then did the unexpected and simply stood up in the tub and I saw her figure in all its glory and she said, "Can you pass me a towel, please."