Wendell felt the sweat dripping down his back, he took off his baseball cap to wipe his brow. {I hate sports} 

The skinny man with white shirt curly hair sat next to him on the bench. With a tablet in hand Reggie shows Wendell the chapter he has just wrote. "whata ya think of that? Ms. Kim wanted romance, she got it!" Reggie smiled smugly

"I don't know Reggie, I'm not sure a violent threesome is what she had in mind Reggie" Wendell sounded skeptical. 

Reggie shrugged nonchalantly "It's a scorcher today! How you holding up Wendy?" The man wore a mischievous grin on his canine featured face.

"Reggie. Terrible I feel like I am melting." Wendell's dour expression became more pronounced.

"Maybe you're overheating because of that" Reggie pointed a the woman currently at the plate.

 Angela the mafia princess, she looked heavenly in her body hugging uniform.

As she waited for the pitcher to throw the ball she wiggled her apple bottomed ass. All eyes were transfixed upon those sweet cheeks. The pitcher threw the ball, she swung and missed. Her face erupted into a pouty frown.

"Vinny!"

Vincenzo the acting team manager attired in his trademark Armani suit stood and spread his arms and stared menacingly at the pitcher.

He got the message and the next throw was a soft underhand lob. Angela swung haphazardly at the offering, the ball soared into the air... about 3 meters. She squealed in delight as she traipsed to first. It was a magnificent sight, her curvy body jiggled in all the right places.

The player who fielded the ball obviously was distracted and threw the ball way over the first baseman's head. SAFE!

Reggie clapped his hands excitedly, "okay Babe Ruth, time to drive her home" he said in a lascivious grin on his mischievous face.

"I wish" down by a run, the Wattpad team needed a big hit in this final inning. {no pressure}Angela was standing on the base hopping up and down excitedly, "Come on Wendell!"

The ball was past him before he realized it was even thrown {not helping Angela}. Next pitch, Wendell's bat made impact with the sound of thunder. {holy shit I hit it!!}

Wendell took off for first base, his rotund body jiggling in all the wrong places. He lumbered around first at progressed to second. The entire Wattpad contingent were cheering him on. Mafia was whistling, the werewolves were howling, the Kpop boys were swooning. The smut writers disappeared under the bleachers hours ago doing god knows what.

{I'm gonna be a hero, Angela will finally love me!} As Wendell tore around third onto his way to home plate he felt a pop around his waist area.

Angela stood on home plate bouncing up and down as Wendell barrelled down on her. He was so transfixed on Angela, that he failed to notice how loose his pants became. Now moving at top speed with his trousers at mid thigh, he stumbled, but inertia carried him on.

It all played out in slow motion, Angela arms were wide ready to embrace her hero. Then her absolute jubilation meta morphed into abject terror as Wendell's tighty whiteys came into view. Angela's beautiful jiggly bits melded together with Wendell's as he plowed into her. They both toppled on to the dirt.

Luckily for Angela it was a soft impact {except for one noticeable exception} akin to having a bean bag chair thrown on top of you.

The world around them dissolved away, drawn together in this most intimate moment. They gazed into each other's eyes, full of hope, a glimpse of a promising future. Their lives forever entwined.

"Ewwwwwwww you're all sweaty! Fat ass can you get off of me!!" she whined 

Wendell will cherish this memory for the rest of his life