Today the weather forecast was for rain but my baseball team still met at the diamond for our practice, and once everyone showed up it started pouring! Lots of pissed Moms bitching about wasting the gas to go there in the first place, but if it hadn't rained we'd have missed a practice. The next three games are real important because they're the better ones in our league so I guess every practice matters.

I rode my bike to the field because my Grandma's working late, and I had a surprise visitor...

Matthew!!!

I couldn't believe it, I think I mentioned something about having baseball practice today but I never told him where just what time it was. If he texted me and I didn't reply I wanted him to know why.

On Sunday I told him I would love to see him in shorts, and there he was showing off his pale and freckled bald legs...damn he looked HOT! My eyes kept wandering down to his legs for some reason when I was talking to him?

Once we were on our bikes I asked him if he wanted to come over to my house, and he shook his head real fast (I wonder why!). It was raining real hard and by the time we got to my house we were soaked, so I threw our clothes in the dryer and we went into my bedroom and toweled ourselves dry.

I think you know what happened next.

This time we did things slower and tried to last longer (didn't happen) and it was even better than on Sunday. He gave me a slow massage that felt amazing, especially on my legs. I think I'm having another growth spurt because my legs are always sore but Matthew took care of that, along with a shorter leg that needed a good massage : ))

Once the clothes were dry we got dressed and went into the kitchen, and I put on some coffee for my Grandma (she likes having a cup when she gets home). I asked Matthew if he wanted something to drink and he said coffee would be fine...

You drink COFFEE? I asked.

Yeah, I love it. I drink it black.

So do I (people think I'm nuts when they see me drinking black coffee but I love the taste). Another thing we have in common!

We drank our coffee, my grandma came home and I introduced Matthew to her and we talked for a bit before he had to go, sneaking in a kiss before the garage door was up.

Back in the kitchen my Grandma said that Matthew's a nice kid, and I swear with her back turned she said "he's a good choice".

Huh, I asked?

Coffee's good.

I know that's not what she said.

I'm in love and she knows it.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Sam