11 comments/ 53499 views/ 2 favorites Game, Set, Match By: J.Q. Hack The green Audi slowed to a stop alongside the curb. A leggy blonde stepped from the driver’s side of the car as the lid to the trunk popped open. Adjusting her dark designer sunglasses Carol pushed loose strands of hair away from her face as she made her way to the back of the car. Pulling her tennis racket and bag from the trunk Carol looked for the new sleeve of balls she had just bought. “Damn, there they are,” she muttered to herself as she spotted them clear in the back of the trunk. Leaning in as far as she could the warm breeze tickled the backs of her bare thighs. She knew from the feeling that the hem of her tiny tennis skirt rode up undoubtedly revealing a small portion of her round bottom and white panties. Quickly smoothing the back of her skirt Carol looked around slightly embarrassed. “I hope nobody saw that,” she thought to herself. Satisfied that nobody could have sneaked a peak she headed up the flight of steps to the tennis courts. Carol found her friend Barb already stretching on the end court. Putting her stuff down Carol joined her in warming up. Carol sat down on the court and brought her legs to a forty-five degree angle. Grabbing one ankle then the other she stretched her leg muscles out. Her friend Barb didn’t seem to notice that during her stretches her tiny skirt inched up revealing her tight blue panties. Carol caught herself briefly admiring Barb’s ass and the soft smooth line of her legs and thighs. She grinned to her self, wondering, “how’d she keep that body with two kids?” “Are you talking to Richard yet?” Barb asked. Carol snapped to attention when she realized she was spoken to. “Six days and he hasn’t said a word to me either,” Carol said. “You’re really pissed at him this time.” “Ten years ago he swore he’d cleaned his act up and I believed him,” Carol’s anger bubbling under the surface, “and now I find out he has a girlfriend which happens to be his secretary; for a year too.” “I see you don’t have your wedding ring on either,” Barb said. “No, I haven’t really felt like wearing it lately.” “You know what you need,” Barb said, “you need a boyfriend. Give back what he’s been giving to you.” “I can’t do that. I know he’s a bastard and all but I couldn’t repay him like that,” Carol said shaking her head. “I tried that with James the first time too, but after the second affair I went out and got myself a boy toy. He can fuck who he wants and I fuck who I want and if the mood hits us sometimes we fuck each other. It seems to work out rather well.” “It might work for you, but I don’t think I could be like that.” “Don’t knock it until you try it,” Barb said, “now let’s play some tennis.” During her matches Carol took all of her pent up frustrations and anger out on the tennis balls. Most of her returns were deadly accurate with the full force of her emotions behind each stroke. Carol’s grunts and the sound of the ball snapping off of her racket echoed around the surrounding courts. All Barb could hope to do was keep up and try to catch Carol off balance enough to score a point on her. Carol and Barb’s matches caught the eyes of another set of players two courts over. “Wow, watch how that chick hits the ball.” “I know, she’s got some power there. Plus, those broads aren’t too shabby for being a little older.” “I know, especially the blonde on the right. If you watch close enough every time she steps to the right you can catch a glimpse of her panties when her skirt flips up a little bit.” “Damn, Mark. What’s with you and your underwear fetish? Anyhow, her friend is cute, too.” “Come on Scott, it’s not a fetish. I just appreciate catching glimpses of a lady’s underwear any chance I get, but I don’t go out of my way to look at it.” “Well, let’s hit one more set of balls and then we’ll get out of here.” “Sounds good,” Mark said. Taking a huge gulp from her water jug Barb said to Carol, “those two guys down there were watching us.” “Yeah, so what?” Carol replied, looking totally disinterested, as she wiped sweat from her forehead. “I think we should ask them over, they’re kinda cute and kinda young. Who knows maybe you’ll like one of them and you two could hit it off,” Barb said nudging Carol in the side. Before Carol could say no Barb was walking towards the two onlookers. “Hi, I’m Barb. My friend and I were wondering if you would like to join us for a doubles match?” “Actually we were just getting ready …” Mark began to say before being interrupted. “We’d love to, but we don’t know if we’re on the same level as you and your friend,” Scott finished moving in front of his friend. “No problem. Come on over and I’ll introduce all of you and we can get started,” Barb said. After introducing themselves the four of them stood around and chatted for a few minutes. “Let’s get started,” Barb said, “Scott you’ll be my partner.” Arching his eyebrows looking a little confused Scott said, “I thought it was boys against girls?” “I changed my mind. I want you Scott,” Barb said with a quick wink and a smile. Carol rolled her eyes at Barb’s antics and said, “it looks like it’s you and me Mark.” Carol took her position up near the net. Mark, standing behind her, had his eyes glued on her rump during the whole match. Mark was totally mesmerized by Carol’s slight sway of her hips as she waited for each serve. The hem of her tiny skirt flipped up from each of her quick movements across the court. Mark especially admired the way her panties hugged and molded to her delectable ass. His cock twitched each time he caught a slight glimpse of one of her butt cheeks peaking out from underneath her panties. Mark couldn’t help but think Carol had one of the finest asses he had seen in a very, very long time. Scott was no less preoccupied with Barb’s ass either, but he was able to keep his head in the game enough so that they soundly beat Mark and Carol. As the foursome were collecting their balls and putting their rackets away Mark approached Carol. “So do you play tennis here often?” “At least a couple times a week with Barb,” Carol motioned towards her friend who was engrossed in conversation with Scott. “I thought that was a lot fun. I rarely have a chance to play doubles matches with anybody.” “Yeah, it was fun,” Carol said wiping sweat off of her forehead with a large white towel. “Those two seem to be hitting it off,” Mark said nodding his head towards Scott and Barb. Indeed Scott and Barb were standing very close. While they were talking Barb would occasionally touch Scott’s arm as she laughed at something he had said. Scott returned her flirtatious behavior by touching her hand to emphasize a point and at one time he played with her auburn colored hair pretending to pick something out of it. “So maybe we could do this again some time soon,” Mark said. “Who knows, maybe we’ll see you again,” Carol said, little enthusiasm was apparent in her tone. “Could I give you a call so we could set up a time?” Mark said, thinking he probably sounded desperate. “I really don’t like to give my number out. How about we just see if we cross paths here,” Carol replied as she picked up her things. Rummaging through his own gym bag Mark found his wallet. Pulling one of his company’s business cards out he said, “at least take my number. If you change your mind my cell phone number is on the back of the card.” “Ok, thanks Mark,” Carol said as she headed towards Barb and Scott who appeared to be exchanging their numbers. Carol and Barb watched the two friends walk towards the other end of the courts. “Scott, is so cute. I think I’m going to fuck him. Your guy isn’t too bad either. You know you lost the game because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your ass.” “I sort of figured that. Men are always on the lookout for a cheap thrill. They’re all pigs,” Carol said. “Did you give him your phone number, or at least I assume he asked?” “Yeah, he asked. I’m married Barb, in case you forgot, I can’t do stuff like that.” “Married or not I’m going to call Scott. I’m sure he’s more than ready for anything I have planned for him,” Barb said. “I’d bet both of them have girlfriends,” Carol said. “Actually Scott said that Mark doesn’t. He hasn’t had one for about two months now since his last girl cheated on him and dumped him,” Barb said. “Well Barb, here’s my car,” Carol said as she tossed her things into the trunk. Barb set her things down near the curb and gave Carol a long hug. Kissing her cheek she said, “Carol, if there is anything you need please call me, ok. I know what you are going through.” “I will. See you in another day for more tennis?” “Yep. Call your new friend. He’ll help take your mind off of your dickhead of a husband,” Barb said as she walked away. Dusk had settled in as Carol pulled her car into the driveway of her house. She didn’t see Richard’s car anywhere and the only lights that seemed to be on in the house were the ones on timers. The house was dark and silent as Carol made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. She was glad Richard wasn’t home but she still wondered where he was and what he was doing. Carol stripped out of her tennis skirt and top. Standing in front of her mirror in only her bra and panties she laughed out loud, “what does a young guy like that see in this?” She looked her self over in the mirror, “I guess my butt doesn’t look too bad, but it’s nowhere near as nice as it used to be. My boobs don’t have much spring in them anymore either. I have laugh lines around my eyes and the gray hairs are starting to catch up to the blonde ones,” she thought as she played with her straight hair that just brushed her shoulders. “Plus, I have to have at least twenty years on that guy,” shaking her head she laughed to her self, “it takes all kinds, I guess.” Carol waited for the bathtub to fill up with warm sudsy water. It had been a while since she treated her self to a leisurely soak and she thought she deserved it. Carol slid into the warm water after tossing her panties across the room. The hot water caressed every square inch of her body until she settled in up to her neck. The heat emanating from the water eased her tired legs and muscles while helping her forget about her marriage for a little bit. Carol lifted one of her long shapely legs out of the water. Round beads of water clung to her calf and ran down her leg towards her foot and thigh as she dragged a large soapy sponge over her toned leg. “My legs don’t look so bad, I suppose all that working out I did my whole life is paying some dividends now,” Carol thought to her self, “however they could use a shave.” Sitting up on the edge of the tub Carol rubbed shaving cream up and down her legs. Ever since her problems with Richard intensified she wasn’t interested in always looking her best. Careful not to knick her skin she dragged the razor blade over her legs. Within a few minutes her legs were nice and smooth, rubbing her legs she sighed contentedly, “that’s much better now.” Holding the razor in her hand again she looked down at another area in need of trimming. If she hadn’t shaved her legs in days it had been considerably longer since her pubic hair had been tended. “I guess the kitty shouldn’t be neglected anymore either,” she thought to her self, using Richard’s pet name from happier times for her pussy. Taking even more care than she had before Carol lovingly shaved away her excess pubic hair until only a small triangle-shaped patch remained. Carol splashed water on her pussy to rinse away the shaving cream. She admired her newly bared pussy lips thinking, “wow, I look so bare down there now. I guess I didn’t realize how long it had been.” Sliding back into the water Carol gasped as the soapy water lapped at her bare pussy. “That feels nice,” she whispered to her self. Running her hands over her tight body Carol shuddered in pleasure imagining her tennis partner’s hands touching her. Carol’s breasts filled her hands as she cupped them under the water. Pinching her nipples she moaned slightly as they became erect. Her delicate fingers circled her nipples teasing them more and more. Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The room seemed to grow hotter as Carol’s fingers and hands roamed over her body. Her right hand moved from her breast down over her flat stomach to her newly trimmed pussy. “That feels so good,” she thought to her self. “It’s been months since I’ve done this, I don’t know why I stopped,” she thought as her fingers gently glided over the folds of her pussy lips. If it had been months since she had pleasured her self it had been at least twice as long since Richard, her husband, had touched her in that way also. Even in the soapy water Carol’s pussy felt slick. Her fingers stroked her clit moving quickly in small circles. The feelings emanating from her pussy were intense, so intense they almost felt new to her. With one of her legs propped against the tub she slid one then two fingers into her snatch. The heel of her hand, pressed firmly against her clit, kept her in a heightened state of arousal. Her fingers moved easily in and out of her wet hole. Carol could feel an orgasm begin to well up inside of her. Carol focussed intensely on what it would feel like to have Mark rubbing her naked body. With her eyes pressed tightly closed she could feel his tongue on her hard nipples, his hands squeezing her ass, making her moan. She imagined his hot breath on her neck as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Carol’s fingers moved quicker in and out of her pussy. She raised her hips trying to get her fingers deeper, moaning louder. All of these intense erotic images flooded her mind simultaneously. Carol imagined Mark’s huge arms lifting her and carrying her off to bed, away from all of her problems. Her hands eagerly ran over his taut body. She gasped as she imagined his hard cock enter her wet pussy. The thoughts piled up quickly in her mind as she felt her self near orgasm. Her breathing deepened until she felt like she was hyperventilating. Her fingers continued pumping into her slick hole. Her fingers and hand were completely covered in her juices. Tiny waves of water slapped the sides of the tub from her quick movements. Imagining one last thrust from her lover’s cock Carol moaned loudly as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy tightened snugly around her fingers as she felt the rush of her juices. She pumped her fingers until the waves of pleasure subsided. Pulling her hand from the water Carol licked her fingers, catching a little taste of her own sweet juices. Slumping deeper into the water Carol let out a moan and closed her eyes relishing the feeling of the orgasm. Not wanting to disturb the feeling Carol soaked in the tub until the water started to draw cold. Finally she got out of the tub to towel her wet body dry. She walked in front of her mirror and stopped to admire her self. “Huh, I think I look younger now,” she thought to her self. In the space of less than an hour it seemed like years had been shed from her body. “I guess my boobs don’t look so bad and my ass still looks pretty good. Not too shabby for an old broad,” she smiled as she walked to her dresser. Carol slid on a pair of panties, totally enraptured by the silky sensation against her bare pussy lips, and a t-shirt for the evening. Heading towards the door she wrapped her pink housecoat around her that reached down to her hips barely covering her bottom. Carol had meant to get rid of that robe for months because she thought it didn’t cover enough, but somehow it didn’t seem too short now. Carol spread out on the couch to continue where she’d left off in her latest book, a tale of bitterness and betrayal. While she read her book her fingers mindlessly stroked her legs and occasionally her panty clad rear end; her thoughts drawn deeper into the imaginary world presented to her in the book. Deeply engrossed in the book she barely heard the door in the front hallway open. Her husband Richard came in and started for the steps. “Where have you been?” Carol said barely looking up from her book. The reality of her situation came back to her quickly after she’d been able to forget about it for a while. “Oh, so you’re talking to me now,” Richard snapped back. Carol put her book down and walked over to Richard, “look at you, you don’t even have the decency to clean the lipstick off your neck anymore and I can smell her perfume.” “I have to pack a bag, I’m going to a convention in San Antonio. I’ll be back Tuesday afternoon,” Richard said as he walked up the steps. Carol looked out the front window to Richard’s car, in it she saw his pretty young secretary and girlfriend Michelle in the front seat. This sent Carol into a deep rage. Yelling up the steps she screamed, “it’s bad enough you have to cheat on me but now you’re bringing your whore home too.” Just as she said that Richard was coming down the steps with a bag in his hand. “Carol why don’t you grow up? Maybe if you weren’t so frigid I wouldn’t have to go elsewhere to satisfy my needs,” Richard said without the slightest hint of emotion. At these cold words Carol burst into tears and began to pummel his chest with her fists. “If I’m so frigid why don’t you let me have a divorce and let me live my life?” Carol yelled between sobs. “You know I can’t do that,” Richard replied just a coldly as before, “how would it look if one of the leaders of the local family values council got a divorce? Plus, if I ever want to run for office I’ll need my lovely wife of nearly thirty years at my side, not my secretary.” “Leave now.” “Quit crying, you really don’t look good when you do. I’ll be back Tuesday,” Richard said as he slammed the door behind him. Carol threw her self onto the couch sobbing, eventually crying her self to sleep. The ringing of her phone awakened Carol the next morning. Her friend Barb, as upbeat as ever, was on the other end. “You don’t sound so good, you feeling alright?” Barb asked. “Richard and I had a fight before he left with his whore for some sort of convention,” Carol responded in a raspy voice. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear that,” Barb replied feeling sad herself that she had to watch a friend go through what she had with her own husband. “I told him I wanted a divorce but he said he couldn’t do it since he might want to run for office and he’ll need me by his side,” Carol said beginning to cry. “What a bastard,” Barb said, “I told you what you need, you need a boyfriend. But, why don’t we play some tennis that will help you feel better.” “I can’t get a boyfriend, I’m married,” Carol responded quickly, “but, the tennis would certainly help.” “Ok, I’ll see you after lunch then,” Barb said. “Ok, bye,” Carol said hanging up the phone. After finishing her lunch Carol trudged up the steps to the tennis courts. The overcast skies made her feel a little better since the foul weather matched her mood. By the time she got to the top of the steps Barb had found a court and had begun her warm ups. “Carol, I’m so glad to see you,” Barb said giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Barb. It’s nice to get away from the house for a bit.” “Oh, look who’s coming now,” Barb said motioning to the two guys walking across the courts. “Barb, what are they doing here?” Carol said under her breath, but a grin played across her face. “I don’t know, it looks like they might be leaving,” Barb said. “Hello ladies,” Scott said with a wave of his hand. “Would you guys like to join us for some doubles action? I think Mark and Carol would like a rematch.” “Actually we were just heading out, we’ve been here for nearly two hours,” Mark said while Scott nodded his head in agreement. “Oh, that’s too bad,” Carol said. Game, Set, Match Sam was on her back as he drove his large cock deep inside of her. As a 27 year old agent, she had developed a reputation for busting management's balls and getting mega deals for her client athletes, and Dave Williams was no exception. Earlier in the day, she had secured a 5 year 80 million dollar deal for the starting pitcher with the Yankees. Now they were securing the deal as he pounded into her body. Samantha, or Sam as she was known around the locker rooms had always felt an attraction for the female body and scent, but she found sex with women was just too tame and too easy, and she needed a bit of a challenge and liked her sex a bit on the rough side. She was a bit on the stocky and muscular side at 5'5" and 165 pounds but her beautiful face and sexual skills never left her wanting for a partner. As Dave kept thrusting, she felt him slowing, and knew it was time to take matters into her own hand. She wrapped her thick legs around his 6'3" 240 pound muscular frame and grabbed his shoulders to twist and bulldog him off her and toss him to his back. She was able to keep his thick cock inside of her and without missing a beat, began to ride him hard and fast, slamming her hot pussy into his balls. It amazed Sam that a prime male athlete in perfect shape could be so totally "taken" and she had yet to find a man who could come close to match her sexual prowess. She was hoping for at least one orgasm from Dave, but as she pounded him savagely and bit into his chest and neck, she knew she was going to have a bad case of female "blue balls" and would have to service herself later. The spunk and fight had disappeared from Dave, disappointing Sam, so she continued to pummel him with her pussy as he lay rigid defensively beneath her as she played the role of the aggressor. Dave tried to meet her animal thrusts, but was no match for her as she rode him like a woman possessed, and sank her teeth into his neck, nearly drawing blood. All Dave could do was lay helpless under her attack and let the uncontrollable passion build. He had long ago lost all control to this beautiful sturdy woman, and began to writhe and moan as her pussy continued to milk him. Hearing him beg and moan had removed the challenge and excitement for Sam, so she decided to finish him off, sucking roughly on his neck as she thrust faster, causing him to tense every muscle in his body, and thrust up into her exploding in a huge orgasm crying out in ecstasy. As his cock began to soften, Sam figured that the fun and games were over for the night. God, she longed for that feeling of total ecstasy with a partner, but if the crème de la crème athletes of the male species couldn't match her sexually and provide that missing fire, she was not likely to find it with mere mortal men. Sam accepted the accolades from Dave of how great the sex was, kissed him goodbye and sent him on his way before getting herself off with her vibrator and turning in. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day as she checked out a new 18 year old tennis phenom playing Maria Sharapova in the finals at the US Open. Sam arrived at Ashe stadium well before the final got underway. Maria Sharapova was a known quantity hawking everything from perfume, to cameras to tennis balls. Her young teen opponent, Jamie Summers however, had come out of nowhere to make the finals, and the fact that she wasn't yet represented by an agent made Sam salivate. Sharapova entered the court first, followed by the 18 year old high schooler. Samantha knew that all eyes were probably on the statuesque Sharapova with her model's face and body, but when she caught a glimpse of Jamie, she couldn't contain an audible gasp. Unlike Sharapova's long lean lines, Jamie was more compact and full bodied. Samantha estimated that she was probably 5'7" and 170 pounds. The 170 pounds was incredibly placed as Sam took in the full breasts, thick calves and thighs and full round buttocks. Jamie was wearing a one piece outfit with the top molded to her breasts like a sports bra, with thin material encircling her neck and leaving her large tanned arms bare. When Jamie raised her arm to take practice serves, Sam noticed tufts of brown hair in her armpits, and had to smile to herself. "Hmmm. Spunky little lady has a mind of her own and a rebellious streak in her. No slave to female fashion for this girl" What was it about this young teen that caused her stomach to do flip flops? She had never felt this sexual urge or excitement over anyone, especially a woman, who seemed to exhibit a strong dose of being a tomboy, mixed with the development of full-bodied voluptuous woman. The National Anthem was followed by a Blue Angels flyover, and then the match was on. If the young teen felt any butterflies, they were not in evidence as she went up an early break on Sharapova, then held her serve for the rest of the set to go up 6-4, winning the first set. Sharapova called on all her experience and was able to come back and win the second set in a hard fought tie-breaker. The third set was equally impressive and the 23,000 fans were going ballistic, letting both players know how grateful they were at the high quality of tennis. The match had gone nearly three hours as the 3rd set tie-break ended, with Sharapova hitting a blistering passing shot to take the championship. Sam couldn't remove her eyes from the sweat drenched top of the young beauty as she could plainly see the nipples protruding from the material. The sweating gleam of her body only added to the feeling of unexplainable lust that Samantha was feeling. She knew that she would have to talk with this young teen. Ideally, she would die for a chance to hold this strong young woman in her arms, but if she couldn't have that, she would love the chance to represent her as her agent. Sam waited for the awards ceremony, a lame interview with Bud Collins, and for Jamie to shower and change. She finally saw the young beauty exit the women's locker room and stepped up to introduce herself. "Excuse me Ms. Summers. I wanted to tell you what a great match you played." "Thank you. Would you like me to sign your program?" Sam smiled and reached into her pocket for a business card. "No, I was just wondering if I could have a bit of your time, to discuss possibly represent you in your career." Jamie took the card and studied it. "Samantha (Sam) Justice. Well well well. You're legend precedes you. Ball-busting agent to the stars so they say. My High School coach told me that if I ever went Pro, I should look you up. I never dreamed Ms Ball-buster could be so attractive though." Sam felt her heart skip a beat and her face grow crimsoned as the young woman surveyed her body from head to toe. She had always been the one to be in control of every situation, so how could this confident young teen be making her feel like a nervous school girl? Samantha took a deep breath and tried to return to business to regain her composure. "I'm staying at the Waldorf Historia on Park Avenue. If you don't have plans with your family, I would love to discuss possibly representing you over dinner. The Bull and Bear restaurant in the hotel is known for their cuisine, and I imagine you worked up a bit of an appetite out on court." "That sounds good. You wouldn't mind if I sent my family on their way and got a ride with you would you?" "Not at all. I have the black Beamer parked over there." "Okay, give me five minutes and I will be right with you." Samantha watched her full round buttocks in the blue shorts and sandals move provocatively towards her awaiting parents. What was she doing? A 27 year old lusting after an 18 year old high school student? She new it was wrong, but felt powerless to stop herself from trying. They arrived at the opulent Bull and Bear and were seated in the back to assure privacy. Once they had ordered, Jamie stated, "I think you should know Sam that if you should represent me, there will probably be headaches and hassles." Samantha took a sip of her water and said, "How so?" "I'm a lesbian, and don't plan to hide it. That will make a big challenge to find companies willing to sponsor me, and will also make dealing with the media more of a challenge." The admission by this young beauty that she liked women made Sam's center tingle. "Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that. I have always been one who likes a challenge." Jamie smiled and slowly moved forward and put her right elbow on the table. "What's this?" "A challenge. Just wanted to see if my new agent could hang with me in a test of strength. Up to it?" Sam snickered and moved forward, clasping Jamie's hand. "I may be a bit of a desk jockey, but I'm going to kick your Amazonian ass." Jamie returned her laugh, then both young women became serious as Sam signaled "Go." Both strong women gave it all they had as the veins in their necks, forearms and biceps stood out against the strain. Just when one warrior gained an inch or two advantage, the other would bring them back to even. Both faces showed the strain after ten minutes, with neither woman willing to give an inch. When the waiter arrived with their steaks, Samantha in a winded voice said, "Willing to continue this after dinner?" Equally winded, Jamie said "Sounds like a plan to me," and they broke their hold, moved back in their chairs and shook out the pain and stiffness from their arms. "You surprised me Sam. I thought you would be all brains, but you've got some brawn." "Told you I liked a challenge." "That you did." After a lengthy silence, Jamie added, "I know this is a little bold, but have you ever had another woman challenge you?" ''What... you mean in sports?" "No, I was thinking more along the lines of in the bedroom." Samantha nearly choked on her water, shocked at the bluntness of the young woman. "Actually I have only been with two other women, and neither of them had much of a backbone to challenge me in any way." Jamie got a smug confident look on her face and moved forward to whisper, "I guarantee I could rock your world until you were ready to pass out, and beg me to stop." Sam thought to herself, this young woman is incredible, and she was dying to know if she could deliver half of what she promised. "Be careful what you wish for Ms Summers, because you may have just met your match." "God, I can only hope so." They both laughed, and then seriously studied each other. "I must say that I find you very attractive Jamie, and if the 9 year age difference between us isn't too great, I would love for you to join me in my room after dinner for more arm wrestling, and see if you have met your sexual match. How's that for bold?" "I must say, I love your boldness Sam. I have to warn you though that I can go five sets without breaking a sweat, and no woman has come close to dominating on the court...or between the sheets." Samantha moved her bare foot up and into Jamie's crotch, causing her to gasp. "Something wrong Jamie?" Jamie gathered her bearings as best she could and savored the feeling Sam's toes were having on her pussy. "God that feels good. Okay okay. Enough. Break point to you, but the night is young." With a satisfied smile, Samantha remove her foot, and they ate the rest of their dinner in peace, occasionally taunting the other with wanton sexual displays of licking their lips or eating their steak, vegetables and fruit a little too provocatively. Both were in a heightened state of sexual arousal as the check arrived and Sam put it on her card. Both young women exited the restaurant and moved to the glistening elevators in the lobby. Samantha looked to Jamie and said "Always time to back out." Jamie slowly moved behind Sam and whispered into her hear with her warm breath, "I intend to show you moves you have only encountered in your wildest fantasies." Sam felt chills of pleasure course through her body, but she couldn't allow this young woman to have the upper hand. They entered the elevator and went to room 1014. Jamie rummaged around for the magnetic key and opened the door to the spacious suite. Jamie was first to enter, and as Sam closed the door, turned on her and took a surprised Samantha into her strong young arms, capturing her lips with her own. Jamie's hands ran up and down Sam's back as her tongue explored the moist cavern of her mouth. Never had Samantha been kissed with such wanton passion and lust, and she was left breathless upon breaking the kiss. In a broken, cracking voice, she said, "Not bad. Caught me a little off guard." Trying to recapture the initiative, she moved towards the younger woman began to undo the buttons of her shirt as she initiated another probing kiss. Both women's clothing ended up as puddles at their feet, and Sam nearly shrieked as Jamie bent and picked up her naked body in her arms. "Damn, you're a strong little hussy aren't you?" She returned to kissing the young woman as she carried her into the bedroom and set her down beside the king sized bed. Sam caressed the firm round buttocks of the teen as her other hand grasped and explored the voluptuous breasts. She gently guided the young woman to lie on her back, and bent over to take of one of the brown stiffening nipples into her mouth, producing a moan of pleasure from Jamie. Samantha moved from one breast to the other while stroking her torso and navel with her index finger. Slowly she moved up and down her thighs and moved her head to the bronze curls of her pussy, when Jamie shocked her by capturing her head in a leg scissors, her nose and lips, just inches from her moist opening. It was as if her head was caught in a powerful vice, totally restricting her movement. Jamie then grabbed Sam's left leg and quickly forced it to the side of her. Sam found herself totally immobile with her legs open and widely spread, as she straddled the young strong woman. She felt Jamie's fingers gently stroke her thighs and end at the entrance to her pussy, teasing the opening, then felt the young woman's warm breath and moist tongue probing her sensitive slit. As Jamie entered her further, and sucked on the hardened bud of her clitoris, Sam's body began to shake and she was losing control by the second. The competitive instinct began to kick in, and Sam slowly moved her fingers to Jamie's fur covered opening and slowly moved it up and down the slit and ran gentle circles around her bud. Jamie's grip on Sam's head loosened to the point where she could escape, and Sam was quick to let her mouth attack the moist love canal while she inserted a finger at the opening of Jamie's buttocks. Slowly she made gentle circles around the puckered bud of Jamie's anus as she devoured the exotic juices of her pussy. Jamie was simultaneously attacking Sam's ass and probing her pussy, causing Sam to climax and cum in a huge gusher. Jamie drank every drop, but didn't have long to savor it, because Sam doubled her attack, causing Jamie to cry out in an orgasm of her own. Both young women were totally out of control, grabbing each others nipples, biting open warm flesh, slapping bare buttocks with their open hands. Both lovers were caught up between a contest of war and lust, each hoping to dominate the other, while unable to keep the orgasms from washing over them inflicted by their worthy opponent. Neither woman had ever come close to finding a partner equal to themselves sexually, and both wanted to conquer the other sexually. Sweat glistened from both of their voluptuous bodies as the scent of sex and moans of pleasure filled the air. Side by side they lay facing each other with their heads in the crotch of the other, probing, teasing, biting and tormenting, demanding surrender. Neither would submit the in the war of erotic sexual wrestling for supremacy. Each woman had experienced three orgasms as the tongues continued to probe and control, and the fingers probed their anal openings. After the fifth orgasm, both women were slowing and gasping for air. In an unspoken truce, both mouths slowed and fingers gently eased from each others' openings. Neither woman thought it was ever possible, but both had finally met their sexual match. Almost simultaneously both beautiful women fell to their backs and placed their forearms over their forehead as they gasped to regain their breath, and Sam was first to speak. "That was incredible." "I couldn't agree more. I just can't figure out if I won or lost the challenge." Well, if you think you can come up with an excuse for your parents, I would love for you to stay the weekend, and we can go a few more rounds. Jamie turned her body around to kiss Sam on the lips, and said "Give me that phone." As Jaime dialed the number to her parents, Sam moved toward the bathroom to pee, and said, "Well, Jamie, I can't guarantee you a boatload of endorsements, but something tells me that this is going to be one interesting relationship." Game, Set, Match That was the day of women tennis tournament final and so it happened that the umpire broke his leg just a couple of hours before the final game. The management of the tournament made a decision that I should take the umpire's place. I was a 35-year-old, still quite fit, physical education teacher at school. I knew the rules of the game and played tennis in my free time so I was a natural candidate. After a second of hesitation I agreed and there I was -- two hours before the final I became an umpire. It was an early summer day. There was a cloudless sky and full sun so it was really hot. But the temperature really rose when two girls entered the court. I didn't know we had such gorgeous ladies in our school. They were both 19. The blond one had ideal buttocks and smooth, long legs. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail. She had small boobs but very cute ones, like plums. The one with the dark hair had much bigger bust. I couldn't take my eyes off this 30-inch hilly valley. My dick hardened at once. She was beautiful. I instantly started to imagine that I'm shagging her in the middle of the court... I had to stop. I was there to judge the game. I was 16 years older than the girls and that was definitely not a good time for fantasies. Especially with me being married for ten years to Ann. It's not that I didn't fantasized about other women from time to time but... no, it was out of the question. I looked at the sheet of paper with information about both girls. It said the blond one was Alicia whereas the dark one -- Cameron. The match started and the girls played good tennis. At the beginning I had some problems with judging whether there was an out or not, as that was my first time as an umpire but with time I learned to look quickly enough to say if the ball was good or not. Everything went smoothly. Too smoothly. With time I got distracted with dazzling bodies of the ladies. At first I couldn't take my eyes off Cameron, her beautiful breasts had magnetic power. I had problems with a few balls and made wrong decision three times in a row. That got the girls quite furious. I focused again. Another few points were alright but again I couldn't resist glancing at Alicia. Her shorts were really short. She was stunning. I didn't know if I should look at the ball or her ass. I wanted to get into her that very moment. Then it was her turn to serve. She threw the ball and bent her body in a dangerously hot movement. I hardened at once. I felt that my dick needed to get out and say hello to these godlike angels... shit -- wrong decision once again. Cameron, who lost the point now, started to argue with me. I felt she was right but I couldn't change my decision. She was mad with me and said something under her breath that I could not hear. All I could do was to take a look at her nice buttock when she was walking to the other side of the court. Every ball they played, every action they conducted, every movement confused me. I was almost blind with sexual madness but I couldn't do anything. Last set was going to finish in tiebreak. The points gained in another few minutes were to decide which girl was going to win. I focused as hard as I could but the sweat on their bodies distracted me. This time Alicia started arguing with me about one point. I changed my mind which infuriated Cameron. I was convinced they are going to boycott the game and stop playing. I was staring at their asses, not at the game, and I was sure that was clearly visible. Nevertheless, they finished the match. Alicia won. Girls shook hands with each other, then they shook hands with me and went to the dressing room. People who watched the game started to leave the stadium. I started to collect my papers and writing down some pieces of information in the report. I felt bad about what happened. I behaved like a real jerk. I felt sorry. I wanted to say sorry to them. I looked around but they were already gone. Actually there was nobody there. I set off in the direction of dressing rooms. When I found it I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get in. How would it look like if I entered their dressing room? I waited outside for a couple of minutes. I looked at my watch. I had to go. I was supposed to do some shopping with Ann and was running short of time. I had to make a decision -- to go in or just get going. If I went in they could just scream and that could have pretty bad consequences if the headmaster learned about everything. On the other hand I was really feeling sorry and had to apologize. OK, so it's touch and go whether they kill me or not. I went in. I said hello but there was no reply. I repeated but, again, nobody answered. I could hear the water going down in the shower unit. I couldn't resist to glance. I know I shouldn't. My brain said no but my senses were whispering 'go for it.' I got excited. I peeped. What I saw made my dick steel hard in a blink of an eye. The girls were caressing one another. They were naked and so hot. There was a lot of steam in the room and they were standing in the middle of it, kissing passionately and playing with one another's nipples. They noticed me. I was standing there but couldn't utter a word. I just wanted to say sorry but mumbled something incomprehensible. I was just about to take to my heels when one of them said: 'wait.' What happened next will stay in memory for ever. Cameron came closer and grabbed my crotch. Alicia kissed me passionately pushing her tongue hard into my mouth. They undressed me quickly and started to suck my balls. One each. Like wild dogs they bit and pull my scrotum with their teeth. Then they took care of my stallion which, by now, was ready to go. My dick was hard as a tree trunk. Cameron got the whole of it in her mouth when Alicia played with my balls, licking them. Cameron was polishing the head of my cock with her gorgeous tongue. She had tiny metal bead in her tongue with which she was teasing my penis at its base. They were horny and I was boiling hot and willing to cum on their lovely faces. I came with a massive spurt which covered their lovely cheeks. They started to lick it from one another. I was very excited and tired. All my energy went out but the angels didn't let me go that easily. They pinched my nipples and kissed me passionately. I erected immediately. Alicia jumped on me. I was holding her in my hands with her hands around my neck and her lovely peach pleasing my root-friend, Cameron in the meantime rolling my oval buddies with her hand and licking Alicia's ass. After a few minutes of fucking the girls changed. They told me to lay down on a floor. This time Cameron hit the jackpot. She crouched down and impaled herself on my mast. Then she began quick up and down fuck. Her breasts were jumping up and down like mad. GOD! She was 19 and already so talented. She did really good for me. When she saw I was just about to come she got off and sucked me beautifully. Then she swallowed everything that was inside me -- everything to the very last drop. Alicia was working on Cameron's clitoris like mad sucking her nipples at the same time. I was completely forced and dominated. I couldn't do anything, but hell! I didn't want to. Those lovely sex-goddesses took care of me so violently and aggressively I was in fucking heaven. After pumping out all my energy went away. I couldn't move a single muscle, and my dick was fast asleep. Girls, seeing that I am no longer any use to them, started playing with one another. Alicia was licking last drops of cum from Cameron lips. Then she started licking her vagina up and down, like fucking mad. Cameron was touching Alicia's ass at that time pushing her gorgeous, slim fingers up Alicia's stunning ass. I was so impressed that my prick-tool was ready for action in no time. I grabbed Alicia's ass and begun fucking it like a robot. My cock was bursting her body like a piston. Cameron had my balls with her palm and she was playing hard with them but I didn't pay much attention as I was occupied with ejaculating my hot semen in her ass. I withdrew and Cameron started licking off my cum which was coming from between Alicia's buttocks. Half a hour later I was doing shopping with my wife -- clean after taking a shower and full of energy. That's what I call 'game, set, match.' Game, Set, Match “Well maybe next time,” Scott said as they both turned away and started walking towards the gate. As the two guys neared the gate Carol bounded after them. “Hold up for a second guys,” she said running to catch up to them. Barb stared at the three of them talking, looking a little confused. She hadn’t seen Carol run after a guy like that since she had met Richard in college. She watched as Carol occasionally nudged Mark in the side or grasped his arm and she could hear her laugh from across the tennis courts. Carol walked back to the tennis courts, a smile beaming across her face, as Mark folded up a piece of paper and put it into his pocket. “What was that all about?” Barb asked. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” Carol replied. “I thought I’d give Scott a call, but other than that nothing.” “Good, I’m having a cook out at my house. Mark and Scott are coming and your butt had better be there,” Carol said enthusiastically as a broad smile beamed across her face. “What brought this all about?” “Richard is out of town. Why can’t I have some company instead of being cooped up in my house all alone plus I can’t seem to stop thinking about Mark,” Carol said. “Do you think you’ll fuck him?” Barb asked with wink. “I don’t know. It’s a possibility but I don’t want to make any promises. We’ll see if I chicken out that night,” Carol said. “Well now we’re talking,” Barb said. “Listen, I thought I’d make some hamburgers and hot dogs. We could eat outside and swim if we wanted to. I told the guys to dress casually, its no big deal,” Carol said. “Ok, I’ll bring a fruit salad. Do we need any alcohol?” “No, Richard has the house stocked like a bar,” Carol replied. Carol and Barb spent the next two hours making dinner plans more than playing tennis. In between half-hearted serves and volleys they discussed what and how to make, what to wear, what to serve for drinks and how long the dinner/party should last. Neither woman broke a sweat during their tennis games. Carol seemed to walk with a little extra spring in her step and Barb felt happy to see her long-time friend like this. “The guys are supposed to arrive at six o’clock, right?” Barb asked as they walked to their parked cars. “Yeah, can you come over around three or so?” Carol asked as she unlocked her trunk. “You know it,” Barb said. “Thanks, Barb,” Carol said smiling at her friend. “Give me a hug sweetie,” Barb said wrapping her arms around Carol and planting a brief kiss on her cheek. Carol returned Barb’s warm embrace and kiss, a custom of theirs’ since their college days. Carol waved to Barb as she drove off, tingling in anticipation of tomorrow’s party. Carol felt strangely liberated and satisfied just for planning this get together. Promptly at six o’clock the next evening the doorbell rang. Carol ran her hands over her hair to straighten any stray strands and checked to see how she looked before answering the door. Scott and Mark greeted Carol at the door. “Carol, you look lovely this evening. This is for you,” Scott said handing her a bottle of champagne. “Thank you very much,” Carol said, “Barb is out by the pool already. You can get there by going through this doorway and through the kitchen, you can’t miss it,” she said motioning with her hand towards the rear of the house. “Hi Mark,” Carol said, a huge smile splayed across her face. “You look very nice,” Mark said giving Carol a friendly hug, “and these are for you. I hope you like them.” “Thank you, you’re too kind,” Carol replied taking the small bouquet of flowers and giving him a brief kiss on the cheek. The looks on Mark and Scott’s faces told Carol she had chosen her outfit well. Although her outfit was quite simple she had chosen it with care. For that evening she had decided to wear a modest blue bikini combined with an airy floral patterned skirt. Although not particularly revealing, the combination was purely sensual and erotic. She situated the skirt low on her hips so the slightest sway of her hips caused the skirt to move as if blown by a light breeze. Earlier Carol had played with and adjusted her top until it exposed the right amount of cleavage. She liked this top more than her others because it seemed to hold her breasts in place and flattered them like nothing else she owned. After finding a vase for her flowers she joined the others on the patio. All three were talking but it seemed to be about nothing in particular. Carol thought this was such a welcome relief after having put up with numerous parties and functions with her husband where politics, legislation and news were the only things discussed. Grabbing a wine cooler Carol took a seat next to Mark. Looking over at him she admired his dark curly brown hair and his gray eyes. She also carefully studied his strong jaw line. “He is so handsome,” she thought gazing at his features while she twirled a bit of hair in her fingers, “I’ve got to have at least twenty years on him.” “Is everything ok? Do I have something on my face?” Mark asked. Carol snapped back to attention. “I’m sorry I was just lost in my thoughts.” This response brought laughter from the other three and a slight blush to Carol’s face. “I hope they were good thoughts,” Mark said smiling at her. “Knowing her they were probably filthy,” Barb quickly added drawing more laughter. “No Barb, those are your thoughts not mine,” Carol said laughing along this time. “Oh yeah that’s right. Scott, I forgot to tell you I have a filthy mind,” she said patting him on the arm. “After the past few nights with you if you didn’t have a filthy mind I’d have to wonder,” Scott added. This time it was Barb’s turn to blush. “Well on that note, I think the burgers and hot dogs should be ready. Anybody hungry?” Carol said getting up from her chair. Dinner was quickly followed by more drinking. The sun had since gone down and a cool breeze began to blow down from the surrounding hills. The shimmering pool lights illuminated the water and the patio. “Ooh, it’s starting to get chilly out her,” Barb said briskly rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Taking a seat next to her, Scott began to rub her arms. “Does that feel better?” Scott asked. “Mmm, baby I need warmed up more than that,” Barb said motioning Scott over to a larger chair. Grabbing a blanket, Carol had lying around the pool area, Barb and Scott cuddled up together on a reclining patio lounger. The movements of their roaming hands were easily visible under the cover of the blanket. The occasional giggle or moan along with whispered conversation left no doubt as to what was going on. “You kids doing alright over there?” Barb asked peering briefly from underneath the blanket; her dark brown tousled hair and bare shoulders just visible. “I think we’ll be fine, mom,” Carol replied from the other side of the patio, taking a sip of her drink. “So, those two really seemed to hit it off,” Mark said. “Yeah they sure did.” “I think they went out the first night we met you; right after the tennis game,” Mark said. “She hadn’t told me, but it certainly didn’t surprise me hearing that,” Carol said sipping her wine cooler. “Scott really is having a great time with her. He doesn’t even really care that she is married. He knows they are both just having fun. I actually think he’s going to meet her husband sometime next week.” “How does that make you feel?” “I guess he can do whatever he wants, but that sort of thing isn’t for me. To be honest I was relieved to see you don’t have a wedding ring on.” Carol looked down at her ring finger and nodded, “Yep, no ring on this finger.” Tiny pangs of guilt gnawed at her stomach but the slight alcohol induced buzz and the handsome man setting next to her alleviated some of those feelings. “Carol, is there a bathroom down here I could use?” Mark asked. “Sure, its down the hall to your right and it’s the last door on the left,” Carol said. As soon as Mark got up to leave Carol’s nerves jumped on edge. “If I’m going to do this, it’s now or never,” she thought to her self. “Barb seems totally preoccupied now,” which was indicated by the gasps and moans coming from underneath the blanket and the rhythmic undulations of the shapes beneath the cover, “and Mark is all alone.” Carol hesitated before getting up from her chair and heading towards the house. Her hands quivered a little bit and her knees shivered from both her guilt-ridden nerves and the anticipation of what was about to come. She would have to steal her nerves away if she would go through with her plan. Carol found the back hallway darkened with only a shaft of light escaping from underneath the bathroom door. As she reached the door the light disappeared and the door opened. Mark nearly ran into Carol as he stepped into the dark hallway. “Excuse me, Carol. I didn’t hear you out here,” Mark said as he tried to squeeze by her. “I was coming to see you,” Carol replied. “Is everything,” Mark wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence. Carol leaned up and put her arms around his shoulders. Without a bit of hesitation she quickly placed her lips squarely on Mark’s. At that moment it seemed as if an electric spark lit something in Carol. All of her pent up emotions, nerves and lust let go at once. Breathing deeply Carol’s tongue darted forcefully into Mark’s mouth. Mark, caught a little off balance by the sudden kiss, backed into the wall knocking loose a painting behind his head. Pulling her head and hands away from Mark, Carol gazed at him with a growing intensity in her eyes. “Carol, I didn’t know,” once again Mark was interrupted by Carol. She grabbed his hand and motioned for him to follow her into the bathroom. Carol shut the door and pushed Mark against the sink. “I want you so bad,” Carol said. Without waiting for a reply she pushed her body against his. She could feel his muscles rippling beneath his shirt and the bulge in his shorts pushed awkwardly against her stomach. Carol kissed Mark passionately along his face and neck. Carol’s lips and tongue groped along his neck with an intensity she thought she’d long forgotten. With one quick movement Mark grabbed Carol by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. In an instant Mark’s shirt fell to the floor revealing his sculpted torso. Carol grinned like a giddy schoolgirl as she caressed his bare chest. Mark tilted his head and began kissing Carol along her jaw and neck, her hands still running all over his back. “So beautiful,” Carol moaned as Mark continued to kiss her neck with strong, passionate kisses. Mark eventually kissed his way down to her chest. Mark’s fingers fumbled with the knots holding her top on. Carol, flushed with euphoria, barely felt her top pull away exposing her breasts. Carol arched her back to draw Mark closer to her lovely mounds. Mark’s tongue glided easily along the gentle rise and swell of Carol’s firm breasts. His mouth gently enveloped Carol’s left nipple. The gentle suction and Mark’s warm breath caused her dark brown nipple to pucker and swell. Taking her full breasts in both of his hands he gently pushed them together. Carol let out a soft moan as Mark buried his face between her tit flesh and allowed his tongue to glide over her fleshy soft mounds. Carol ran her fingers through his dark brown hair gently guiding and pulling his face and tongue over areas she felt deserved more attention. Mark’s gentle strokes of his tongue moved further down Carol’s chest towards her stomach. Carol slid off the edge of the counter and reached for the waistband of Mark’s shorts. Carol’s trembling fingers fumbled with the button and zipper until she finally undid them and slid his shorts down to his ankles. Carol gasped as his hard smooth cock sprang into view. Carol took his manhood into her hands, its texture and warmth feeling great in her delicate hands. Kissing the hard muscles of his stomach she slowly stroked his cock until large drops of pre cum formed at the swollen tip of his penis. Slowly and deliberately moving her head she gently kissed the tip allowing her tongue to remove his secretions. Her tongue encircled his dick head causing Mark to let out a loud moan. It had felt like a lifetime since Carol had pleasured a man with her mouth, but it all came back to her quickly. Her tongue slid under the length of his rigid shaft to his heavy balls and back to the sensitive underside of his head. Her tongue flicked lightly at that area causing Mark to twitch a bit while she stroked his full balls with a free hand. Burying her nose in his soft brown pubic hair Carol took the full length of his penis into her wet inviting mouth. Again she dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, enveloping its full length with her saliva. A few more motions like that had Mark on the verge of exploding into her mouth. Pulling his cock from Carol’s hungry mouth Mark lifted her onto her feet and pushed her back against the wall. Kissing her on the mouth, his fingers began to inch her flowery skirt and bikini bottoms further down her hips. Kneeling down he pulled her skirt and bottoms down to the floor until Carol could easily step out of them. Mark gently ran his hands up the full length of Carol’s long toned legs, his tongue and mouth kissing both legs from her painted toes, over her calves and up to her soft inviting thighs. Carol tried to steady her self as she slid slightly down the wall. Mark stood up and kissed Carol on the mouth their tongues wrestling in a passionate embrace. Mark grabbed Carol’s left leg as she raised her self up onto her toes. Mark’s hard cock stood ready to plunge into Carol’s snatch. Carol could feel his swollen tip nudging the entrance to her wet hole. With one slight movement Mark plunged his cock into her. Carol gasped as she felt him enter her completely. His cock felt wonderful inside of her, she could feel the thick veins and the engorged head as he began to steadily fuck her. She wrapped both arms around him tightly and pressed her face into his muscular shoulder as she moaned louder with every upward thrust. Mark’s breathing remained steady as he pistoned his cock in and out of her hole. The smooth tightness of her pussy walls quickly brought him to the verge of an orgasm. Carol’s moans grew louder as her orgasm mounted within her. The sweat pouring from their bodies glued Carol and Mark together in the tiny bathroom. The sounds of flesh slapping together and the sweet smell of sweat and love intermingled in the air to create a very heady atmosphere. Carol tossed her head back, nearly hitting it off of the wall, looking intently into Mark’s eyes. Grinding her hips in rhythm to Mark’s thrusts she could feel her orgasm begin. “Ohh,” she moaned loudly as her body locked into place. Mark felt the walls of her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Slowing his thrusts to short powerful strokes Carol closed her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure traveled from her pussy through her body. The new wetness and warm slippery sensation of Carol’s pussy drove Mark on with renewed lust. Within seconds of Carol’s orgasm Mark let out one loud moan and grunted. Carol dug her nails into Mark’s back as she felt his cock spasm into the confines of her wet pussy. She enjoyed the feeling of several strong spurts of come flow into her pussy. Mark continued to pump away until his cock began to soften up. Disengaging from Carol, Mark practically slumped against the sink. “Carol, that was great,” he said between deep, heavy breaths. Carol slumped even further against the wall. Running her hand through her sweat soaked hair she replied, “I know, I haven’t felt like that in a long time.” Mark came back over to Carol and pulled her close to him. “Hmm, I think we’ll definitely have to do this again,” Mark said as he kissed her. “Definitely, I don’t know why I played so hard to get. If I’d known it would be this great I would’ve called the first night like Barb did,” she said grinning. “Don’t worry about that at all.” “Damn, we’d better go see what Barb and Scott are up to.” Quickly getting dressed and composing themselves the sweaty couple walked back to the patio. Barb sat in a chair by her self wrapped in just a blanket, her clothes piled next to a lounge chair while Scott sat across from her drinking a beer and looking very tired. “And where were you two at?” Barb asked. “I was just giving him a little tour of the house.” “She has a very nice house,” Mark added. Carol and Mark took their seats at the table. Grabbing two drinks they settled back to enjoy the rest of the evening as the moon started to rise above the surrounding hills. “Carol, you should see that shit-eating grin on your face,” Barb said. “Come on it’s not that bad,” she said giving Mark a knowing glance, even though what happened in the house was perfectly obvious to all there. “Man, if only Rich …” Barb said quickly realizing her mistake as she slammed her hand over mouth. “What was that Barb?” Mark asked. “It was nothing,” Carol said looking very worried. “No, who’s Rich?” he said looking upset, glaring at Carol. “It’s Richard, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to mislead you but I’m married,” Carol said with a heavy sigh. “You’re married?” Mark shouted, “you’re fucking married. This is unbelievable,” he said as he slid his chair back and headed for the house. “Mark I’m sorry,” Carol said as she caught up to him at the door, “I should’ve told you at first, but I’m going through a really tough time with him, he’s been cheating on me and I guess I wasn’t thinking properly.” “So you’re just using me to get back at your cheating husband?” “Yes, I mean no, well maybe,” Carol stammered her shoulders slumping as she felt the conversation go from bad to worse very quickly. “Figures,” Mark snarled as he stormed through the house for the front door. All Carol could do was lean against the sliding door and start to cry as she heard his car speed out of the driveway. “I’m so sorry,” Barb said as she tried to help Carol to the table, “Scott’s going to try and talk to Mark now, ok?” “It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have done this,” she said as more tears flowed from her eyes, “I can’t believe I did what Richard’s done to me, and now I hurt somebody else.” “Come here sweetie, give me a hug and you can cry on my shoulder, just like old times,” Barb said gently stroking Carol’s hair as she sobbed into her shoulder.