Softball Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

“Umm, ok. It's a good thing I brought my library card, ‘cause I’ve been checking you out.” She stares at me for a second. Oh, shit. She doesn't like my line. I should have been more mature. Then her lips turn slowly up to a smile. “Yey! Best line of the day!” She then claps her hands and does some sort of cheerleader kick which makes me happy as I watch her tits bounce up and down. “When would you like to go out?” I start thinking about my schedule for the week. What days do we have games and are any of them out of state?

Why? Because [punchline]. | As Kate accessed the feature, she was presented with some of the most popular pick-up lines from across the country. Ecto would deliver the first half, she would press NEXT, and he would reveal the punchline. Some of her favorites were: | Is your name Goggle? … ’cause you’ve got everything I’m searching for. | Is your name wi-fi? … ’cause I’m really feeling a connection. | Is Geometry your favorite subject?

“Neither Aiden or I are married. I don’t think this qualifies as an affair.” “Tryst, tête-à-tête, hot sex, though that’s a little gross when it involves my brother but whatever you want to call it…spill.” I glance at Steph and she’s no help. “Don’t let her age stop you. When I have boyfriend issues I call her.” “She’s sixteen,” I mutter. Candice takes my hand. “You have no idea what my softball teammates talk about. We all have that special fantasy guy picked out to pop our cherries.”

she said, her eyes sparkling. As soon as we got home, the chatter continued in the living room, with everyone recounting their favorite moments from the game. “I can’t believe you actually hit the ball into the pond,” Sophia said, laughing at Alex. “It was the wind,” Alex defended, throwing his hands up. “Sure, sure,” Martha teased. “Blame it on the wind.” After a while, Sophia stood, stretching. “Alright, Martha and I will go make dinner. You boys can relax for a bit.”

“It’s Sofia.” A long pause ensued over the line. “I’m never gonna get rid of you, am I?” “I’m a lovely person, so I don’t see why you’d want to.” “True,” he said with a slight chuckle. “But you aren’t lovely enough in this case.” Sofia continued the conversation. “Are you free this evening?”

She asked but he quickly changed the topic "We're supposed to play ball practice today isn't it.” "Dad said I'm afraid of the ball”. She replied. "I'd be apprehensive as well on the off chance that I let a ball hit me in the temple." He cracked a joke. “ For a week, you couldn't see straight”. She slapped his thigh and said, "Stop it... I wasn't to blame”. She raised her head and said, "I despise softball." "Really, why?" "I'm too little. The other girls are all much taller. She put her arms across her chest. Why does dad insist that I play?”

Alex: I winced. So he knows? "Is there a problem?" I couldn't hide the smile, tugging at my lips. "Are your out of your mind? You're making this worse than it already is! I won't let you mess with my woman, do you understand?" "Dude, chill. I'm not trying to mess with anyone. But if I were, I'd probably start by using a better pickup line than 'you're messing with my woman'." I replied and I heard the sound of a glass shattering.

But nope. “Fine,” he said. “You don’t want to talk. I’m going to ask questions. And you’re going to answer.” I turned my head toward him, half smiling. “That’s not the way it goes.” “It is now,” he replied, and grinned. “Okay! Slow-pitch softball. Do you have a boyfriend?” I blinked once and looked away again. My fingers curled tighter around the sleeve. There was a second of silence. He chuckled to himself. "I guess not."

My eyes scan the check until they land on the red heart with Betty's name and number written down, saying to call her. "My cheesy pick-up line, that's what." Smug shit.

Beth muttered, recording the first pitch as a ball. “What? I didn’t say what I wanted to say.” She had an evil grin on her face as she tossed her curly reddish-brown hair over her shoulder and pushed the switch for the first ball down on the machine before her. “Don’t ask what that was,” Andi warned her, and Beth straightened her ponytail before returning her stare to the batter. Sammy caught the outside of the ball with the tip of his bat and sent it over the fence behind and to his left, and Fred Cooper stated the obvious, that it was a foul ball.