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Tennis Camp Ch. 01

By: Strawberry_2051



Chapter 1: Almost Jeannie

This story involves sexual play, sex, and drinking by young adults. Although the drinking includes individuals under age 21, this story is recounting a time when 18 year olds could drink legally.

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Summers during my college years were the time for tennis camp, and a time when I could be king of my surroundings. I was a pretty good college tennis player, but to stay competitive, I depended on additional coaching during the summers. I had worked out a arrangement with the coach of one of the tennis camps for me to help out with the instruction of the youngsters, in return for his coaching me for the summer. As a result, he got a pretty good tennis player on staff to give credibility to his summer program, and I got to be a hot shot for the summer. 

Near the end of my last summer there, we had a sexually charged party that I would remember for the rest of my days. Each tennis camp session was two weeks long, and we would get the full range of athletes from about 7 years old to 25. Generally there would be a few athletes who were legally adults. So, it was only a matter of time before I started a somewhat secret tradition of having a small party at the end of a two week camp session for the athletes who were old enough to drink. 

At this particular summer session there was only one other athlete near my same age, a female named Jeannie. She had been on scholarship to a university, but had graduated the year before, and was just keeping her game up for regional competitions. Jeannie's situation was similar to mine, she helped out with instructing the younger kids, but in her case, she would not stay the whole summer. She had been there for 6 weeks, and was returning home within a few days. 

This party consisted of Jeannie and me along with four 18 year old kids, two boys and two girls. Of course, I did not know the 18 year olds nearly as well as I knew Jeannie. I had only known them for two weeks, and most of my dealings with them were as an instructor. 

Back to Jeannie. She had a boyfriend back home, but that didn't keep me from being interested in her. She had a beautiful smile to go along with a great sense of humor. She had relatively short curly blonde hair, and of course she was in great shape and looked it. She had a full figure with large breasts for an athlete, but she had been one of the better female college tennis players in the country.

For the last month or so, she was the only girl around who was about my age. I was younger than Jeannie, and I was kind of inexperienced compared to her, but I sure was interested. Even though she made it very clear that she had a boyfriend, I just could not help myself, and I flirted shamelessly with her. For the previous summer, and this summer, she had never been very interested in me. But during this month that it was only the two of us of that same age group, she seemed to notice me and we had just begun to date. 

Since Jeannie and I were the senior athletes in the camp, and we were dating, the rest of the kids in the camp whispered about us and constantly tried to find out what we were up to. I kept my mouth shut, but Jeannie had a pretty close relationship with the two 18 year old girls, Becky and Elle. So far, Jeannie and I had been relatively innocent with each other sexually, but Jeannie apparently disclosed what little there was to the very interested girls after each date. I think that Becky and Elle were also getting an education about Jeannie's sex life with her boyfriend, which was not as innocent. Of course, it must have made the girls especially interested knowing that Jeannie had a boyfriend, and yet she was also developing a closer relationship with me. 

For the party, we had access to the house where the "boys" stayed. In other words, there was a house for the girls that Jeannie managed and a house for the boys that I managed. At this particular point in the session, most of the youngest kids had already left for home, with only a few of the younger girls remaining. But the boys' house just had the two 18 year old guys Will and Tom, and me. 

So it was going to be the four 18 year olds, Jeannie, and me at the boys' house celebrating the end of the tennis session. The four 18 year olds wanted to see a movie first, so they arranged to go to a mid-afternoon feature. I gave them money to pick up plenty of beer for the party. They were delighted to pick up the beer, because all of them had only recently turned "legal". Of course, I liked this schedule because it gave Jeannie and me some alone time first.

Will and Tom left the house to pick up Becky and Elle for the movie. And shortly after, Jeannie showed up. Have I mentioned what a real woman she was? It wasn't just her full woman's figure, but her attitude that was so appealing to me. She was not shy or giggly like the virginal girls. She wasn't embarrassed about being sensual, and she liked to give me an occasional sly comment with adult innuendo. Jeannie was confident, and gave me knowing looks as part of her way of relating. 

I think one reason Jeannie was so secure was that she came from a stable and somewhat wealthy family. And one reason for her confidence around me was probably that she had total control of our relationship. She was the older and more experienced one, and I was perfectly happy to follow her lead.

When she walked through the back kitchen door of the old wood house, I just stood with my back against the living room doorway admiring her. The sun was behind her and I could see the outline of her legs through the sun dress she wore. Even as appealing as her figure was, it was her smile that made my heart skip a beat. Jeannie and I had not talked about what we might do before the party, and as she walked toward me I hoped that we would have time for something sensual. 

Neither of us said a word as she maintained eye contact, walked up until our bodies touched, and gave me a long moist kiss. Her hands were on my shoulders, and my arms circled around her waist. As she leaned into me, my hands caressed the small of her back and her waist. 

I was beginning to understand that this kiss of greeting had turned into something hotter. I placed the heels of my hands on her hips, and slowly pushed her up against the other side of the doorway. Those hip bones felt terrific against my hands as I nestled the rest of my body against her and lowered my face to the side of her neck. I breathed deep with my lips below her ear, while she lightly touched my chest with both hands, then continued her light touching down my sides to the outside of my hips and upper thighs. 

I returned my lips to hers, and we lightly touched tongues. Her hands came across the front of my thighs to my newly hard front, and she moved upward with her hands while caressing my penis through the shorts. I responded by reaching as far down as I could, and lifting her dress until I could reach her rear end through her cotton panties. At that point I bent my knees then pressed upward against my shorts and her panties so that the head of my penis was pressing against the opening of her vagina.

We stayed like this for a few seconds, and I noticed that her eyes were closed. Jeannie opened her eyes, smiled, and then pulled slightly back from me to say, "Well, hello there!" These were the first words either of us had spoken. All I could think was how nuts I was for this woman.

She continued, "I could use a drink after that kiss!" and she slowly turned toward the kitchen as I stepped back. Damn that was hot! Jeannie went to the refrigerator while I realized that I felt a little silly standing there with a hard-on, and I said, "I'll move as soon as I can focus my eyes again." She came to me with two bottles of beer and offered one to me, but not before pressing the cold bottle up against my erection and joking, "Let's see if this will cool you off." It actually felt kind of good. 

We moved into the living room to talk about the upcoming evening. We didn't have to do very much to prepare for a party, there was a stereo with plenty of music, and the kids were in charge of replenishing the supply of beer. We figured we'd better eat something.

Through the time we prepared supper, we were constantly being affectionate with each other; nothing serious, just an occasional short kiss or a pat on the bottom. The fact is, we had never come very close to having sex, even though I was sure interested. I was happy being around her because I felt a little outclassed by her, and because she made things interesting. And, I understood that she was trying to be loyal to her boyfriend, so I couldn't really get upset with her.

But we were getting a little more sexual each time we got together, and sometimes it was a little kinky. Once we got hot and heavy in the parking lot of a police station. Another time we got caught partially clothed by the owner of a store in the middle of the night, behind his parking lot under some bushes, and he had even pointed a gun at us. Even though I was an active participant in some of the strange sensual activities, I think she led us into it as a way of distracting us, and especially herself, from getting more sexual.

After we had eaten, turned on the music, and had a couple of drinks, we got over on the couch together. Jeannie sat leaning against the beanbag located on one end of the couch, and I sat leaning against her and the back of the couch. We kissed and I caressed her through her summer dress. I lightly touched her bra contained breasts, which were large and set a little wide on her healthy torso. I moved my hands down over her ribcage onto her flat belly and hip bones, and this felt particularly good through the light material of the dress. 

During this activity, Jeannie just laid back against the beanbag relaxing, with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face. Then she opened her eyes and leaned into me with her hands on my chest, until I was only leaning against the back of the couch. She slid her hands under my T-shirt and stroked my bare chest and stomach. Meanwhile, I reached my arms around to touch the small of her back, passed over the dimples at the top of her butt, and finally lowered my hands to lightly cup her beautiful round bottom.

After some time exploring each other through our clothes, Jeannie leaned back against the beanbag and began to unbutton the front of her sun dress. The buttons went the full length of the dress, but she stopped at the top of her panties, and then undid the front clasp of her bra. With a couple of shoulder shrugs she was laid out on the beanbag completely nude from the waist up, smiling devilishly at me.

This was the most nudity I had seen from Jeannie. Even though we had gotten to where we felt comfortable kissing, petting, and groping each other, we had always been reaching under clothing in dark places like a car. But I knew what to do. First I reached back behind my head to grab the top of my T-shirt and pull it off over my head. Then, with my hands on her hip bones, I lightly slid my chest up her torso until I could lightly kiss one nipple and then the other. I continued sliding up so that we could feel the sensation of our bare chests touching, and kissed her with some pressure while I moved my body side to side to enhance the feeling of our skin touching.

I pulled my face back and slid my hands up Jeannie's torso to her bare breasts. As I caressed her I admired her face. She was fully flushed, and her lips were a shade of purple I've never seen except on her. She was no longer smiling, but her expression showed that she was enjoying the sensations. She lightly stroked my sides, from my upper torso down to my thighs, and then her hands lightly touched and kneaded my butt.

I moved one hand down her side caressing the curve of her waist, hip, and thigh. Then I moved my hips to the side enough to run my fingers across the front of her pelvis. I thought about just stroking around her thighs, but she raised her hips to me, signaling that I should go on. I cupped her mound through her dress and panties, rubbing lightly up and down but pressing enough to feel the indentation of her opening.

Jeannie wiggled her hips grinding herself up toward my hand. At the same time she reached over and began running her fingers over my thighs, stomach, and groin. That kind of stopped my breathing for a second, and I slowed down what I was doing with her. She pushed her pelvis up against my hand again, and I focused more on her.

I still stroked her breasts with one hand, but then with the other hand I moved my fingers up to the waistband of her panties and lightly felt her stomach as it moved up and down with her heavy breathing. I placed my fingers inside her panties and slowly moved down to the point of touching hair. Just knowing I was this close to her naked vagina was making the blood pound in my head.

Meanwhile Jeannie continued to stroke my groin through my shorts, concentrating on the outline of my penis, sometimes using her fingernails against the fabric. I moved my hand down to the opening of her bare vagina, and as my finger brushed across her clitoris she flinched in my arms. I let my middle fingers explore the wetness of her opening, and then I came back to the clitoris.

Jeannie reached over and undid the clasp on my shorts, and I helped her pull them down over my aching member. She made sure to look as it came into view, and she smiled, saying, "Ohh, that's nice." 

Then she said, "Let's do something different today." 

And I replied, "You know I love it when you say that."

"OK, you strip and sit on the other end of the couch facing me. I've never really seen you totally naked so I want to get a good look at you."

That sounded good to me. I hopped up, jerked my shorts and underwear off with one motion, swung them over my head and let them fly. Since I was barefooted and I had already ditched the shirt, I was now totally nude and sporting the best erection I possibly could. I hopped on the other end of the couch lifting one knee into position so that I could face Jeannie.

She smiled and looked briefly at my penis while she said, "Now touch yourself." I happen to be an expert at touching myself. I began to lightly stroke myself with one hand, and touched the inside of my thigh with the other. I stretched out my foot to touch her, but she said, "No touching each other, yet."

Man this was intense. My body was crying out to be up against her, but it was worth it to exercise patience in anticipation of what might happen next. She watched me for about a minute with an amused expression, and then she began to unbutton the rest of her dress. When she had unfastened the last button, she opened the dress up so that it was spread out and she was laying on it. She leaned back into the beanbag, with her legs stretched out toward me, naked except for her panties.

I said, "You are absolutely gorgeous", and she was. She just smiled at me while I admired her. She had large breasts, but not oversized, and they had a slight sag that was perfect. She had that tanned athlete's body, with the firm stomach and thighs, and she also had the curves that come with a grown woman. I had never seen her like this before, and I was blown away.

Then she lifted her hips up, and placed her thumbs in the band of her panties. I watched hypnotized as she lowered the panties down her legs. My first thought at seeing her naked vagina was, 'Wow, that's a lot of hair.' My next thought was, 'Wow, that's a lot of hair, and I like it!' She set the panties aside and positioned herself against the beanbag with legs extended toward me, and slightly parted.

I had stopped stroking myself, having placed all of my energies into inspecting her, and I was especially intent on inspecting her vagina. She gave me a raised-eyebrow look, and I got back to my self touching. Once she had me going again, she began to touch her breasts and her stomach, the whole time watching me stroke myself. Then she lowered one hand to her vagina and began to pass her fingertips across her opening. She inserted a finger in her vagina and then brought the moist finger back up to her waiting clitoris.

She used one hand to spread the lips of her vulva, and the middle fingers of her other hand to slowly stroke her clitoris. I was learning something here about how to handle a clitoris the next chance I got. I was leaning forward, and wishing I could participate in the activities on her end of the couch. 

Jeannie looked into my eyes and asked me if I knew how to find the G-spot. I told her the truth, I did not know but I was sure willing to learn. She placed her middle finger in her vagina about an inch and pressed upward, "It's right here, and it feels like a button just inside the opening of my vagina. Would you like to come over to this end of the couch now?"

Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course I didn't say that, I just nodded and got on all fours on the couch to move toward her. She was still in total control of the situation. I had no idea if she would actually have sex with me, but I was going to be happy with whatever happened. She held her arms open to me, and I gently lowered myself onto her. Wow! The feeling of all that skin was fantastic! We lay like that for a few seconds just enjoying the first contact between two naked bodies.

I rolled to one side and touched her breasts with one hand, and caressed her thighs and hips with the other, as before. But this time we were both nude and I was so excited I could barely think. It was a little tough to stay straight on the couch but we managed. Her hands went all over my torso, and then she slowly placed both hands on my penis, moving her fingertips upward from my testicles to the tip. With that I let out the statement, "Nnguugh."

I managed to move my lower hand to her groin. That hair around her vagina was beautiful. The hair on her head was blond due to the sun and probably a little bottle. This hair was dark brown and somewhat thick, and impressed me as being very natural. She made a slight move with her hips toward me, and I responded by moving the fingertips of my lower hand around the opening of her vagina. Jeannie moaned in anticipation as I began to stroke with my middle fingers all the way from her moist opening to the top of her clitoris.

It was hard for me to receive a hand job, and still concentrate on stroking both her breasts and her clitoris. I chose to concentrate on the clitoris stroking with one hand and using the other hand to separate the folds of skin surrounding the clitoris, as I had seen her do. She seemed to enjoy this, but she didn't forget about lightly stroking me. 

After a while I got curious about that G-spot. I continued to stroke her clitoris with one hand, but I inserted the middle finger of my other hand in her vagina. First I sank my finger as deep as I could to explore her depths, then I withdrew it to a point slightly inside her opening and felt around. I looked up at Jeannie and she had her eyes open watching what I was doing. I said, "Tell me when I find the G-spot."

"You're right there, just see if you can feel it." 

After a few communications back and forth, I was able to detect a small wrinkle in the top of her vagina that she consistently liked. With that, I worked with one hand on the G-spot, and the other on her clitoris.

I was dieing to climb on top and place my penis in the middle of all this action. But I knew that our mutual masturbation was probably all that would happen tonight, so I decided to be patient and appreciate whatever happened.

At some point, I inserted my second middle finger to help stimulate her G-spot, and Jeannie started bucking her hips up and down. Every now and then I would lean over and take a nipple in my mouth, but I made sure to keep my mind on what was happening at her pussy.


Tennis Camp Ch. 01



After a while she stopped stroking me, and began pushing her hips up against my hands even more. Finally she moved my hand to the side and started rubbing her clitoris rapidly, while I stroked her G-spot at the same tempo. I kissed one nipple, and massaged her other breast with my free hand. With her eyes shut tight, she started to tense up, she increased her speed, then she arched up and let out a loud, "AHHH!" and then another "AHHH!" She turned her face to me and we began a long passionate kiss. I could feel the inside of her vagina pulsing, and I continued to stimulate the G-spot as long as she was still stroking her clitoris. As she slowed down her movements, I lightened the action on her G-spot, but we kept kissing with passion. 

She finally opened her eyes and said, "Wow, I should have taught you how to do that sooner. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. It was some sort of combination of a clitoral and G-spot orgasm."

I felt a sense of pride as I lay on my side, curved around her nude body, with my boner pressing into the side of her leg. Jeannie, still a little breathless, reached down and placed her hand around my member saying, "This fella deserves to be rewarded." 

Jeannie was nestled back against the beanbag, with her knees bent and pointed up. She pulled on me to kneel between her thighs, and pulled my penis upward as she sat up slightly. I could see that a blow job was in order, so I started moving my hips in that direction. Suddenly, she arched up with her butt and placed my forward moving penis right on the opening of her vagina. The head of my dick came in shocking contact with her wet pussy! I thought, 'My God! Does this mean what I think it means?'

I adjusted my aim and lowered my body to hers. Again the feel of her nude body next to mine was divine, and this time I could feel her pubic hair with my penis. We kissed, and then she adjusted our positioning so that I was supporting myself with my knees and with my hands placed outside of her shoulders. She wrapped her heals behind my butt, and placed her hands on my hip bones. Her body was kind of curved so that her pelvis was protruded up toward me.

She almost whispered, "Go ahead, but let's just touch at first."

I slid my body down so that the head of my dick was at her vagina. With her legs and her firm grip on my hips, Jeannie was able communicate exactly what she wanted me to do. My penis was at the top of her opening, and I could almost feel her clitoris there. I could also feel the dampness inside her. I moved back and forth, stimulating her clitoris, and sensing her tits rubbing against my chest. 

I tried to sample the opening itself but I couldn't. My erection was so tight that it had my dick pressed up firmly against my belly, and in this position, I couldn't get it to angle a little lower without using one of my hands. Jeannie giggled a little bit, and took her hand off my hip to help me out. She led my dick right to her moist pussy opening. We both groaned and flinched a little bit. That first contact between genitals was like fireworks going off in my head.

Jeannie said, "Ohh, that feels so good. Now move just a little bit, and go slow. Believe me you'll love this."

Hell, I was already loving this. First, with the head of my dick comfortably set in her opening, I moved around a little bit, without going in. Then I crept forward just a fraction. There was some resistance here at the entrance, but it felt real good to push against that resistance, and Jeannie was helping me by slightly pulling on me with her legs and her hands. Her lower body was curved toward me and she had a look of extreme passion on her face.

Then the resistance slowly gave way, and Jeannie quit pulling while I quit pushing. The head of my dick was in heaven, and it felt so good that I really looked forward to my entire dick being in heaven too. It was incredibly warm and smooth and moist, and the thought occurred to me that Jeannie looked incredibly attractive like this. She pushed slightly on my hips, and I knew to pull back out again. When I pulled back, my dick popped out and up against my stomach again. 

Jeannie hurriedly grabbed my dick and placed the head at her opening again, then quickly positioned her hands on my hips, and pulled slightly. I pushed and this time there wasn't as much resistance as the head passed through the opening. She pulled on me a little more, and I very slowly sank into her another fraction of an inch. I bent my arms so that my chest would touch hers, and it seemed like electricity was passing between us. I backed out again and popped out, but this time I was able to get back in without hand guidance.

Jeannie and I looked down at our genitals as I slowly performed the routine again. I pushed in slowly, going just a little further in, and then pulled all the way out. Each time I pulled out we would both gasp, and then gasp again at the contact of dick to pussy. 

Even though I was very focused, I began to realize that this was a little difficult to do. I was propped up on a beanbag, my knees had slid back, and my hands had slid kind of wide. I was moving very slow. And then my arms began to tremble. Jeannie giggled and asked if I was OK. "I am absolutely fine." I said. 

We took this occasion to look down at ourselves. It was intoxicating to see my penis partially buried in her pussy, and she seemed to like it too. Then Jeannie said, "Just go in half way, and you can speed it up a little bit." I pulled all the way out and slid in half way, just like she said. Then I repeated this process four or five times without having to go as slow as before. There wasn't much resistance, she just felt very smooth, warm, and slick, and I knew I would blow as soon as I got all the way in there.

I was halfway in when she said, "Hold it there. Now, next time go slow, and go AAALL THE WAAAY IN BIG BOY!" Then she started a low pitched blowing whisper. As I started pulling back, she increased the pitch to a moan. I caught on to what she was up to. She wanted to ramp this moan up to a rebel yell as I buried my dick in her up to the hilt. She wasn't even from a part of the country that did rebel yells, but I was, so I joined in.

I placed my face right up to hers, and we looked in each others eyes. "oooo...", I was just starting back in again, and we were getting louder, yelling into each other's faces, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. She was pulling on me with her heals on the back of my legs, and her hands were gripping my butt. "OOOOOOOO..." I was almost halfway...

Just then we could hear the kitchen door crash open and Will's voice yelling, "IT'S PARTY TIME!" Jeannie said, "Shit!" and shoved me away. My poor dick was waving around in the cold cruel air. 

Jeannie scrambled up and pulled her summer dress on, minus underwear. I kicked her bra and panties under the couch. As she fumbled with the buttons, she looked up at me standing there and said in a loud urgent whisper, "Get dressed!" Oh yeah, I was totally naked in the middle of the living room with a half wet boner.

From the kitchen came another crashing noise with the sound of a dog and a cat fighting. Someone yelled, "You dropped half of the beer!" And someone else yelled, "Get the dog!"

I could see my T-shirt, but I had no idea where my shorts were. I made an escape run for the bedroom door, but I could not push it open. When I turned back around to face Jeannie, she had obviously found my shorts because they were in mid-flight and they hit me right in the face. She kicked my underwear under the couch.

I started to pull my shorts up, just as we heard footsteps coming into the room. I was having trouble zipping up over my erection, so I dove face first onto the beanbag while I struggled to continue fastening up. The four 18 year olds rounded the corner and saw me face down on the beanbag, without a shirt, and Jeannie standing right beside me.

Jeannie thought quick, "I'm trying to tickle him! Come help me!"

As I zipped up over my boner, I thought, "Only half a pussy for me tonight." 



Tennis Camp Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Girl Talk

I don't know why, but Jeannie and I were trying to hide the fact that we had been in the middle of lovemaking from the kids at the tennis camp. 

I started to pull my shorts up, just as we heard footsteps coming into the room. I was having trouble zipping up over my erection, so I dove face first onto the beanbag while I struggled to continue fastening up. The four 18 year olds rounded the corner and saw me face down on the beanbag, without a shirt, and with Jeannie standing right beside me.

Jeannie thought quick, "I'm trying to tickle him! Come help me!"

As I zipped up over my boner, I thought, "Only half a pussy for me tonight."

Jeannie's tickle-him strategy may not make sense at first. But I was notoriously ticklish, and the little kids at the camp all knew it. I was the senior tennis player at the camp, and the kids were a little awed by me. To help with the relationship part of my work, and for the fun of it, I would sometimes play with the little kids, and we'd get into tickling wars. This usually involved myself against five or six twelve-and-unders. Of course, none of these 18 year olds had ever been a part of one of these tickling sessions, but Jeannie managed to pull it off.

Jeannie began to tickle me, and the two girls, Becky and Elle, raced over to pitch in, while the two guys rolled there eyes and went back into the kitchen. It was a little excruciating at first, to be tickled and to be hiding my boner. I had to always keep something in front of me, either the beanbag, Jeannie, or one of the girls. Then I became aware that this was beginning to be fun in a sensual way.

First I pulled Jeannie to me, making sure to get some cheap feels while I was at it, since I knew she'd get a kick out of that. But the two girls were standing by the couch and really tickling me. I had to do something about them. I reached out with my arm and grabbed the back of Becky's legs, pulling her to me. She was a lot lighter than I thought, and she ended up with her knees in my lap and her breasts in my face. 'Oh shit, she's just an 18 year old kid, but this is fun!' I quickly rolled my face away.

Elle was still tickling me too, so I rolled her onto the beanbag. She was surprisingly light too. I thought, 'These teenagers just have not filled out yet.' I pinned her down with my chest as I fought off the other two. She and I were crossways to each other, but my bare chest ended up being on top of her chest. Jesus! This girl is braless, and I can feel her tits jiggling up against me! I had to avoid that, she's just a kid. I slid over to pin her stomach to stomach. But then, without thinking about it, I hunched my boner into her hip. I could see her eyes go wide in surprise. Oh fuck it. I'm only human. I guess I'd better stop this soon.

Somehow, Jeannie was in front of me again, with her back to me. I managed to grind my boner into her butt a little bit, knowing that I didn't have to feel guilty about her. So then I yelled out that they were the winners. Since they were all three competitive athletes, they gloried in the win. I had to declare defeat, since this erection thing was only going to become a bigger problem. We were all laughing, and they stood up while I reached over for my T-shirt, still hiding what was going on in my lap. 

As Jeannie and the girls stood there laughing and bragging about winning, I was able to look them over. No wonder that tickling match was so much fun. They stood there with their hair and clothes slightly messed up and looking very playful and happy, and even the two girls looked good, for being just kids. Of course Jeannie's looks were no surprise at all to me. She was all woman, with the curves to prove it. Jeannie had a very relaxed posture, but without a slouch. She looked as if she were always ready to move quickly in any direction. And that sundress she was wearing looked particularly good now without the bra, which was under the couch some place. The material was somewhat thin, and she had large breasts, so I could see the independent moving of her breasts as she moved. I could even make out the nipple and the aureole through the fabric. As you can probably tell, I was nuts about her.

But my observations of the two girls was very different than usual. I had never taken them seriously, because I was used to viewing them as kids. I was in the role of overall tennis instructor, and also the adult chaperone of one of the "dorms". I was used to giving instructions and having them followed without serious complaint. It put me in the position of feeling protective of all the boys and girls in the camp, and I just did not have adult type feelings toward any of them, even the ones that were adults by the legal definition.

The girls almost looked adult tonight. They had kind of dressed up for the party, including a small amount of makeup. I had never taken them seriously, but I had noticed them, and they both looked their best tonight. I thought back to how light they both felt in the tickle match, and I realized it was because they were so incredibly fit, and had the small waist and ribcage that only comes with youth. Normally I saw them on the tennis court where they both maintained modest outfits and practical hair styles, so I simply had not really seen them before. 

Becky preferred to wear tennis shorts for workouts instead of the tennis skirts and dresses that a lot of girls wore. Tonight, she wore tennis shorts again, but a little tighter than usual. She also had her dark hair in dog-ear style pony tails as usual. Both of these things made her look like the kid that she was. But the rest of her looked quite different. The makeup made her eyes stand out, and she had beautiful pure blue eyes. She wore a stretch top that was a little snug and showed off her figure, which included nice round breasts set very high on her torso. I had never quite noticed that before, since her tennis outfits were intended for athletic movement, not for looks. And she had a nice round bottom, too, with a slight sway in her back. She would grow up to be a real looker some day.

Elle was the tall one of the group, at least a few inches taller than Jeannie and Becky. She had light brown hair that was pulled back into a low pony tail. She had an incredibly smooth olive complexion, with amber colored eyes that perfectly matched the rest of her coloring. Even though I am body oriented, I couldn't help but appreciate that she had an especially beautiful face. Elle stood very straight and tall, with her shoulders back. And this posture looked particularly good with the silk dress she wore tonight without a bra. The dress material formed a smooth wrinkle between the tips of her breasts, something any man notices, even if it is on a girl as young as Elle. 

But Elle's greatest asset was, of course, her ass. Elle wore tennis skirts for workouts, and there was no missing that rear end of hers. It was muscular, and a little large for her frame. If she ever gained too much fat on that part of her body, she would look out of proportion. But she looked very much in proportion, with very attractive curves between waist and hips, both in the back and on the sides. Her great ass was complemented by muscular legs that were not too big, and not too skinny.

Jeannie and the two girls shared one trait that would not be apparent by looking at them. All three of them were COMPETITORS! I mean that on the tennis court they were not afraid to sweat or dive for a shot, and all three would show no mercy in order to win a match. 

Of us three guys, even though we were all good players, none of us showed the intensity of these three females. However, Tom was beginning to feel his oats with respect to me, yet I was still plenty good enough to keep him in his subordinate place. 

So before I describe how the party unfolded, I want to give a brief rundown of the participant's personalities. Jeannie, as you know, was a little older than the rest of us, and had the confidence that goes along with it. She had no problem with looking at anyone eye to eye with a smile, not necessarily in a challenging way, but not fearful either. Becky was extraverted and competitive, and she wasn't afraid to get angry with people. But she could be wide-eyed and innocent when she looked at me, and I had learned to be careful about hurting her feelings. Elle seemed to avoid all eye contact. Maybe it's a trait of truly beautiful females who have introverted personalities like her, not because they're uppity, but because they're shy. She was typically very quiet, and she had developed a little romance with Tom. Tom was basically a good kid, but he and I had some issues lately. I was the dominant ape around here, and I think he kind of resented my status. He would look me in the eyes, but his face was unsmiling, and communicated a surly disposition. Will was everyone's friend. He was a natural athlete and talented tennis player, but had very little determination or intensity. He was a little low on energy, and never got confrontational, but he could be a sincere, if laid back, friend to anyone who needed him. Keep in mind that the four 18 year olds were fresh graduates from high school, and were naturally a little immature. But they were all mature enough to have worked themselves into the enviable position of receiving some type of tennis scholarship.

So on to the party. As we calmed down, and my boner disappeared, I remembered all the commotion in the kitchen that had started this. 

"Hey, what was the deal with the cat and dog?" Part of the agreement with our renting this house was we had to take care of the owner's inside cat and outside dog for the summer, and the two pets did not like each other.

Becky was always the first to speak, "When we got here, Tom opened the gate to pet the dog, but it ran right past him through the open kitchen door. The cat was ready for him and swiped the dog with her claws. Then the dog ran into Will and made him drop some of the beer. The good news is we got the dog. The bad news is we're short on beer, and the cat got outside." She was animated and smiling as she told the saga. I'm glad she was enjoying herself, because I was the one responsible for these animals, and now I had to go find that stupid cat.

"I guess I'd better go get the cat. I should be back soon. She probably isn't too far away."

I slipped on some shoes and set off down the alley. It didn't take long, the cat always went to the same garbage heap, and she stood still for me to pick her up. I'm not too wild about cats, and I think this cat knew it. I was hesitant to cradle the hissing bitch, so I carried her by the midsection, with her four legs stretched out and claws extended.

Instead of going back to the kitchen door and risking another disaster, I decided to walk beside our back yard wood fence to the front door. I could hear the loud music from the house, and as I got closer, I could hear Jeannie's voice on the other side of the fence, "You almost caught us, and if you had you would have gotten an eyeful." I could hear the two girls snicker. Apparently they had asked Jeannie what had occurred between us, and Jeannie was happy to comply, in her bawdy style. As usual Becky was the one to ask questions, "What would we have seen?"

"You would have seen us both butt naked, with his dick halfway in my pussy!" Damn! Jeannie really is open and blunt with these two youngsters. The two girls squealed and giggled while I turned red in the face, and the cat just stayed frozen and poised to scratch me.

"I had him following directions today, and I taught him a few things too." Jeannie bragged. I slowly sat down next to the fence with the cat. This was too good to pass up.

Becky did her part, "OK, we give up. What did you teach him, we want to learn too."

"Well, I didn't need to help him much with the clitoris. He knew what to do with that. But I did teach him about the G-spot. And he was a pretty good student." The girls laughed openly at that. "By the way, have you two been learning to get in touch with your G-spots like I told you?"

"I try, but I don't think I'm doing it right," said Becky.

"Sometimes it helps if you have a boyfriend to help you. Just keep trying. How about you Elle? Have you been training that hunk of a boyfriend to treat you right?"

It made me nervous for Jeannie to get so personal with the girls. It irritated me that she would refer to Tom as a hunk, and I think it kind of bothered Elle too. After some hesitation, the usually silent Elle said, "No. We don't say much when we ...pet, and I don't think he has heard of the clitoris, much less the G-spot. But I'm doing pretty good on my own."

Jeannie and Becky really laughed at that, and Elle giggled at her own humor. By this time, the cat had calmed down a little bit, and I was able to pet her in my lap. A neighbor spotted me sitting next to the fence and yelled hello. I just waived back, and hoped to hear some more juicy comments.

Becky kept things going, "What else?"

"Well, he helped me with a G-spot orgasm, and I just had to get him in me. But I got him to go really slow. I didn't want him to jam it in and blow his load."

How did she know? Also, I couldn't believe she spoke so crude to these girls, and in such detail. She was worse than guys in the locker room. I don't think these girls would have ever been around this kind of talk, except that they admired Jeannie so much, and Jeannie did enjoy bragging. I think Jeannie was kind of showing her superiority over the girls, and the girls didn't mind because she was also teaching them a few things. The fact was I really did like the sexy crude side of Jeannie, and I couldn't help but enjoy it now.

"I had him on such a tight leash, he actually started to tremble as he was sliding his dick halfway in and out. I finally let him speed up a little bit, but he could only go half way. You teenagers came in just as I was letting him go all the way in, but we never made it past half way. It would have been nice, but I could tell he was going to lose it as soon as he got all the way in."

Damn this is embarrassing! This eavesdropping isn't as much fun anymore. The girls laughed and giggled some more over these put-down comments. Becky said, "If it were me, I don't see how I could ask him to do those things. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Don't be intimidated just because he's older and a good tennis player. There are a lot of good tennis players, and a lot of men in the world. Remember, each of you girls has a pussy, and as long as you have one of these, you can get all of those you want!" Judging from the girls' enthusiastic reaction, Jeannie must have done some body language to go along with the comments.

"By the way, I know you'll think this is funny. Apparently he doesn't think very well when his dick is hard. After you came in the back door, he just stood there naked in the living room, with his dick pointed up to the ceiling, until I told him to get dressed." The girls kind of laughed at that, but not as hard as Jeannie was laughing. I guess you had to be there. 

Then Becky continued with more questions. "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

"Not really. Remember all three of us start our periods on the same day of the month? Well then, you know that it's very unlikely that I can get pregnant on this day of the month, even if he had come."

"Aren't you afraid that he'll tell people he... did it with you?"

"No not him. That's one thing I can depend on him for, he'll keep his mouth shut. If he were a talker, I think he would have been bragging all along to that great looking boyfriend of yours, Elle. Has Tom ever said anything to you?"

I sensed another hesitation in Elle's voice over Jeannie's obvious admiration of Tom, "No." 

Becky asked Jeannie, "What's it like to kiss him?"

Jeannie howled with laughter at this question. Then she said, "Don't get offended Becky, I'll answer your question. I like to kiss him. He has nice full lips, and he doesn't use too much tongue. But the most important thing is he enjoys being affectionate."

Then Elle asked the question that made me freeze. She hadn't asked a single question the whole time, and then she comes up with, "Is he....big?"

Jeannie howled again, and I could hear her slapping her legs in laughter. Then she straightens up long enough to say, "He's the size of half of my little finger!"

OK, that's it. I can't take this. The two girls and Jeannie apparently all died laughing at this, hugging and squealing. Then Jeannie helped me out, "I'm just kidding. But I can tell you this, it was a nice snug fit, and it sure felt good going in and out, even if it was only half way. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." Apparently she was doing more body language, because the two girls laughed and kind of chimed in.

"And he might be bigger than the guys I've been with. But it's pretty hard to tell, and all I really care about is if it feels good. He sure did feel good, and it was only half way, dammit."

The girls got a kick out of that. Then Becky asked, "What about your boyfriend?"

All laughter stopped at that question. This one, Jeannie answered seriously, "I don't know how to stop this roller coaster ride, and I love my boyfriend. My parents gave me advice that I trust, 'never fuck two guys at the same time.' Somehow I have to follow that advice."

Believe it or not, I liked hearing that. I figured her boyfriend was in trouble, and I was the heir apparent. Jeannie had three more days before going home, and I didn't see how she could resist me.

The girls pondered this advice for a while. Then Jeannie asked, "Did either of you notice that he had a boner while we were tickling him?"

Becky said no. But then Elle said, "I felt his ... penis ... press up against my side, and I think he did it on purpose."

Becky followed with, "Yeah. Did you see him lift me up and put his face right in my ... bosom? Do you think he did that on purpose?"

Jeannie laughed in a ridiculing way at the two girls, "You two are just little girls, not women. I saw all of that, and I also saw how quick he was to get away from each of you."

I could feel some tension in the air over Jeannie's reply to the girls. Maybe Jeannie wanted to maintain her status as the alpha woman, but she didn't have to be so mean over the girls' suggestion that I might be interested in them. After all, they're just innocent young girls. 

A digging noise was coming from the bottom of the fence next to me. Then I saw the black nose of the dog trying to discover what was on my side of the fence. The dog started barking, and the cat responded in my lap by sinking claws into my thighs. I almost yelled out, and then I heard Jeannie's voice, "Let's go back inside, this dog's beginning to bother me." 



Tennis Camp Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Becky

I made it back to the house first. Will had the music going, and he was settled in the recliner drinking a beer. When Jeannie and the girls came in I noticed how they looked at me: Jeannie smiled, Becky looked at me wide-eyed then looked away, and Elle avoided looking in my direction at all. 

Becky, the dynamo, was the first to speak up, "Will, dance with me." Good ole Will got out of his comfortable drinking chair to dance a fast dance with Becky. Tom happened to walk into the room about that time, and Jeannie faced him smiling. He smiled too, but it was more of a leer because he was looking right at her braless tits, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. Elle walked up to Tom, and he tore his eyes away from Jeannie to dance with his girlfriend. Jeannie looked over at me and shrugged, so I approached her and we danced. 

These pairings were pretty consistent for the next hour, with beer and snack breaks and occasional joking around. Jeannie was drinking a little more than usual, and she could be a little aggressive when she drank too much. But that didn't keep me from planning on the possibility of Jeannie and I getting together after the party to finish what we had started. Then Jeannie had to comment to me that she thought Tom looked hot tonight, and I had to comment that he was a shit lately. We were slow dancing, and Jeannie leaned back from me saying, "Do I sense a little jealousy?" I knew I was in trouble, because Jeannie liked to torture you if she saw that you were vulnerable.

Jeannie slowly pulled away from me, went over to where Tom and Elle were slow dancing, and asked to break in. The two didn't know what else to do, so they said OK. Jeannie began dancing with Tom, smiling at me over his shoulder. That girl could be a real joker, but sometimes she got to me. Elle and I just stood on the living room carpet, watching Jeannie and Tom dance. The ever alert Becky whispered to Will, and he hurried over to Elle asking her to dance. Meanwhile Becky came over to dance with me. I interrupted my focus on Jeannie and commented to Becky that it was sweet of her to smooth over that little awkward situation.

Another slow dance followed, and I continued dancing with Becky while I was keenly aware that Jeannie and Tom were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Elle didn't look any happier than I was. Then I began to notice that Becky felt real good up next to me. Her bosom was against my chest the entire time, and occasionally our thighs would brush together. On top of that, she was a good dancer, and seemed to be relaxed and comfortable in my arms. I said, "Where did a little girl like you learn to dance so well?" She kind of hesitated over the little girl comment, but just said thanks for the complement.

Elle had had enough. She stopped at the end of the dance and sat on the couch, while shooting a dirty look over at the deserving Tom. Tom responded by excusing himself with Jeannie, and sitting on the couch next to Elle. Jeannie went to the kitchen for beer without even glancing toward me.

When Jeannie came back into the room, she went over to the couch and sat on the other side of Tom from Elle. When Tom and Elle turned to look at her in surprise, Jeannie gave Tom one of the beers. Then Jeannie finally looked over at me and gave me an exaggerated insincere smile.

Damn, what did I do to piss her off? Even Will looked shocked at Jeannie's behavior with Tom. Everyone in the room was standing open-mouthed looking at Jeannie, and she just had that defiant shit eating grin on her face. 

After what seemed like a long period of tension in the room, I could see Becky moving toward me. It was clear to me that she was going to try to smooth out the situation as usual. Everyone turned to Becky as she said to me, "Would you come into the next room with me? I want to ask you a few questions about tennis at the college level."

Is that her idea of calming down a tense situation? There were no next rooms except for bedrooms. Now everyone was looking at Becky, and she didn't wait for me to reply. Becky just grabbed my hand and started leading me into the room that was normally my bedroom. On the way, I turned my head toward Jeannie and gave her my most confused look. I could tell she was just as surprised as I was. She just smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and said something to Tom. The last thing I saw before Becky closed the door behind us was Jeannie placing her leg over Tom's while they sat on the couch, with Elle looking on in total shock.

I turned to Becky, "I don't think I'm drunk enough to understand what's going on out there."

Becky was angry with Jeannie, "Oh, you understand. Jeannie's feeling guilty about her boyfriend and she's taking it out on you. But it's OK for her to jack you around. She has a boyfriend and you have no claim to her. What I have a problem with is that it's wrong for her to throw herself at Elle's boyfriend. Elle and I have admired and loved her, and now she's hurting Elle's feelings on purpose."

It took me a minute to digest those concepts. Then I asked Becky, "And how did the two of us going in here help that situation?"

"Because she likes you, even if she does have a boyfriend. I figured she deserves to see what if feels like. The bitch!"

OK, that sort of made sense. At least it made more sense than what Jeannie was up to. "So now what do we do?"

"Well, I really do want you to talk with me about college tennis. And of course we have to be able to at least say we kissed, if we're going to make her jealous."

I recalled overhearing her innocent question earlier, asking what it was like to kiss me. Obviously Becky had some sort of innocent little crush on me! I should have realized it when I yelled at her one time for not trying harder to get a drop shot. I probably was a little harsh, but she looked up at me wide-eyed and burst into tears. She just stood there with her dog-ear hair style and tears pouring off her cheeks like water. I felt like an idiot trying to console her while eight tennis courts stopped play to see what kind of an animal I was.

So now I was faced with a little bit of a dilemma. I needed to handle this teenage crush thing properly, and not insult her or hurt her feelings. I looked at her in her tight fitting shorts and top, and my penis gave me a little twitch. She did look pretty good for a kid, so maybe I could even give her a kiss to remember, and get a little thrill for myself at the same time.

I said, "I see what you mean. And we need to have a kiss anyway, as a kind of goodbye kiss for the summer and your hard work at the camp. Let's dance a little bit to get past this tension in the room, do our kiss, and then we can talk about tennis." Becky seemed happy with that plan.

The music was loud enough to come through the door, so we awkwardly got together for a slow dance. This time, I was more focused on Becky than when we had danced earlier. She was a good height for me, and our bodies fit together well. And when I say our bodies fit together, I mean we danced a lot closer than we had when everyone was around. Our thighs rubbed together, and our hips touched. And those breasts of hers felt like firm foam rubber, except a lot better. I leaned over her to bury my face on her neck at her hairline, and then I took a nice long breath. She made subtle movements that made our bodies mesh even closer. 

My hands were at her hips, and I was amazed at how thin she was through the mid-section. I found myself exploring her midriff and the small of her back with my hands. She commented, "That feels good." Slowly, I was getting the beginnings of an erection, not enough for her to notice, but enough for me to almost ignore that she was a kid. With some degree of guilt, I let my hands go lower from the small of her back to the top of her buttocks. She followed my lead with her hands on the top of my butt.

The song ended and I figured the moment was right. I would do my best to make this a romantic moment for her. I raised my hands to her upper back while I moved my face around to hers. She was waiting for me, and I lowered my lips to hers. Wow! This was no first kiss for this girl! She tilted her head backward with eyes closed, and her lips were relaxed and slightly open. She had apparently licked her lips just before we kissed, and the unexpected moist sensation made my head spin. I had not intended to do anything more than a smack of the lips, but I automatically extended my tongue slightly to feel her lips, and she met my tongue with hers.

We both were hugging tighter that we had while dancing. Now our hips were pressed into each other, and now she almost certainly could tell I was getting an erection. Her hands were still at the top of my butt, and she pulled me tight to her. My arms were under hers, with my hands on her upper back. I moved them under her arms until I could just feel the swell of her breasts.

We stayed locked together like this for another full minute. Finally I broke off the kiss, and met foreheads with her. We looked into each others eyes as I said, "That's one hell of a kiss for a little girl."

She kept eye contact while she slowly pulled away from me, and then viciously punched me right in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me! I stood there with my mouth open, trying to breathe. She tossed her head making her dog-ear haircut bounce as she gritted her teeth, "I'm sick of people telling me I'm a little girl. I am NOT a little girl! Does this look like a little girl to you?" She said this as she pointed to her tight top containing her sizable bosom. I would have liked to say that she had a good point, but I was still waiting for the return of my breathing first.

"Awww. Is the big shot tennis player all out of breath because a little girl punched him in the stomach? Well you deserved it. In fact you deserve it again." She was winding up to hit me again, so I kind of reached out and grabbed her. I turned her around so she couldn't hit me, and found my self with my crotch grinding against her nice round bottom.

We struggled a little as my breathing returned. I was able to manage a whisper, "I take it back. You're not a little girl." I proved that I meant it by shoving my new boner against her backside. She hesitated and then giggled, "I believe you mean it." 

Jeannie had said that I didn't think very well when I had a boner. Well I guess she was right, because this girl was starting to seem very appealing to me. I was still holding her from behind, and I slowly released her while brushing my hands over the front of her thighs. She just stayed in place without objecting, so I ran my hands up her sides until I could feel the beginning swell of her breasts again. I turned her around and kissed her, with my hands on her hips. I pulled her to me and ground myself against her, while she ran her fingers into my hair and pulled my face to hers. 

We French kissed as I caressed her slim midriff. I hadn't really done anything too bad yet with this girl, but I just had to get my hands on that tight ass. I reached around and cupped her bottom, pulling her up to my aching hardon, saying, "I really do mean it. You're not a little girl."

We both laughed and kissed some more. I reached over to the wall switch and turned out the lights, then guided her in the dark over to the bed. We sat on the bed and laid back, then I rolled over on top of her, between her legs. I could tell this shocked her a little bit, but we still had our clothes on, so it couldn't be too bad. I kissed her some more, as I got my hands under her bottom. I just had to continue feeling those two round firm buttocks. Gripping her butt, I pulled her against me, and pressed my crotch directly against hers.

I lowered one hand to her bare thigh just above her knee, and encountered incredibly smooth skin. I asked, "Am I scaring you?" She said, "No... Well maybe a little bit." I backed off, and said, "Anything you and I do together should be fun for both of us. I am enjoying this time with you no matter what we do, so please let me know if I start to scare you." I felt safe making this statement, since I planned to stop before things got too serious. That way she would have a memorable event with me, and I wouldn't have to feel too guilty about sexual activity with a little girl....I mean young woman.

I rolled her over on top of me so that she might feel more control over the situation. As we rolled, I spread my legs and she came between them on top of me. One advantage of this position was that I could continue to stroke her very nice, very round buttocks. I couldn't believe I had never noticed her rear before, however, it was understandable because she always wore oversized tennis outfits for comfort and performance. 

I managed to pull her up to the point that my penis was wedged between her thighs, and pushing slightly up against her vagina. Except for the kissing, she had not said or done anything that might communicate she liked what was going on. But then I felt a very slight bearing down of her pelvis against my penis. That little action brought me to a full boner.

I ran my hands under her top to glory in her middle section some more. I continued with my hands by moving them across her hipbones to her front, and then down to her shorts covered thighs. I continued this circular motion for a while: back of her thighs, up over her buttocks, bare skin of her back, around to her firm bare stomach, and down to her thighs. The only response I got was another push of her vagina onto the tip of my penis through our shorts. Of course I liked that response.

Then Becky did something, she placed her legs outside of mine. She obviously liked the feel of penis against pussy. She pushed down onto the head of my penis again, and I finally got the message that this girl wants to grind our genitals together through our clothes, the classic "dry hump". Well I could always use a good dry hump, so I slowly gripped her buttocks and pushed into her.

I could tell she liked this, because she responded in time to my movements. My shorts were a thin polyester, and my underwear was lost under the couch, so I could feel things pretty well with my penis. Her tennis shorts were thicker, but after a little work, I could sense where her pelvic bone was and where that glorious vagina was. I just pushed away and hoped it would begin to feel even better. Meanwhile she was pushing back, and occasionally rearing up off of me so that we were just connected by our groins.

I started looking for more skin to touch, so I ran my hands further up the back of her snug but stretchy top. That slim back and ribcage felt wonderful. I stroked up her bare back, and over her bra strap, then around to feel the beginning swell of her breasts. At the same time, we continued a steady pace of humping against each other through our shorts. 

This was a little further along than I had originally planned for Becky. I meant to do just enough with her that she would have a nice romantic memory of the older guy at camp that she had a crush on. This may have gotten past romantic, and on to passionate. I rationalized it by thinking that we had clothes on, and that in a way, I was probably just teaching her a few useful things.

While my intellect was busy coming up with excuses, another part of my brain was greedy for the feel of more skin. I reached between our bodies and pulled both of our shirts up, so that we could feel each others' stomachs. This slowed Becky down, and I could tell she was a little worried about what I was up to. I was careful not to touch her breasts, but in the dark, I did pull her top up above her bra. 

When she laid back down on me, bare stomach against bare stomach, I think she understood why I did that. Because man, I know I understood. Her skin was very warm and very smooth, and it made my breathing accelerate. And with her top raised up high, I could feel her bosom on my chest, even though it was through a bra. 

We got back into our rhythm on the dry humping, and it felt even better with the addition of more skin. Every now and then, I imagined that I could feel the opening of her vagina through her shorts. She would still rear her torso up occasionally, but now she would kind of pull up her pelvis too, so that my penis would lift up off of my stomach still centered in her groin. 

We were both constantly lifting our shirts back up each time they would fall down, until one time I got a little impatient with my shirt, and used both arms to pull it over my head. In the darkness, I did not see that she did the same thing with her top. When she came back down on top of me alarm bells went off in my head. This felt an awful lot like being naked, with a little girl wearing dog-ear pony tails. The alarms were also going off in the other part of my brain that said this felt like being naked, and that was a good thing. The first part of my brain worked hard to justify this: we were still in clothes, no important body parts were exposed, OK so far. The second part of my brain said, 'That works for me.'

We resumed the position with enthusiasm. Becky had now worked her hands around to my butt to get even better leverage to push against me. My poor penis was getting a real workout. I was stroking her back and butt with abandon, and when I placed my hands under her arms to just barely feel the beginnings of her breasts, sometimes I would feel a little more than just the swell, and she didn't seem to mind.

At one point we slowed down a little to catch our breaths, and Becky said, "I've never done this dry hump thing before. Thanks for showing me, this is fantastic." I told her that if this was her first experience with this, she was a natural talent. Then without thinking I said, "It would be even more fun if your shorts were made of thinner material."

She hesitated, and then rolled off of me. In the darkness, I could not tell what she was up to. When she got back on me again, and spread her legs either side of me, the world had changed. Becky had taken off her tennis shorts, and she was only wearing her bra and panties. When my hands fell back on her, they made contact with her buttocks, and there was only a thin pair of panties over her skin. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as they immediately went under the waistband of her panties and cupped her naked buttocks. Becky stopped all motion, and I just kneaded her bare bottom until someone told me to stop. But no one told me to stop. 

After a while, Becky slowly resumed our game of dry humping, but this game had entered a new level. Her panties were very thin and so were my shorts. I could definitely detect with my penis the opening of her vagina, and I could even feel dampness. I was as hot as a firecracker.

Becky was a little hesitant at first with all of the new sensations, but she definitely knew how to dry hump now, and it didn't take her long to get the movements going again, but with more urgency now from both of us. I was out of control and I knew it. My hands were freely massaging her buttocks as she enthusiastically rode me. And I gradually began to move my hands lower. I could tell she was aware that I was making a move, but she seemed to be waiting to see what it was. I got my fingers down past the crack of her ass and encountered wisps of hair and her wet vagina.

Becky seriously flinched at this and stopped all movement. I realized I had gotten greedy and said, "This is getting a little hot, let's rest a minute", and she quickly agreed. We just laid there with her on top of me, and my hands off of her. My mind re-created the feeling of the quick touching of her vagina. What impressed me was the texture of the moisture. It was like water, not particularly juicy or slick, but like water. It reminded me of when I saw her cry, and her tears were like water.




Tennis Camp Ch. 03



I rolled onto my side, and she fell to her back. We were both breathing heavily. I began to kiss her affectionately. The excuses were flying through my brain: if there had been light in the room I would have been reminded of who I was with and I wouldn't have gone this far; we are both still wearing some clothes; the darkness is kind of like clothes since we cannot really see each other. These were some pretty pitiful excuses.

I let my hand rest on her bare stomach as I spoke, "I'm sorry if that was too much for you. I really only intended to kiss you a little bit. But somehow in this darkness I got a little carried away."

"Could it be that it is dawning on you that I am a woman, and not a little girl?"

My hand started moving across her stomach, "You have a good point there. And certainly you're a woman here in the dark."

"Watch out with comments like that! I'm a woman in the light and in the dark."

I let my hand follow the outside of her hip, down across her panties to the outside of her thigh, "Please don't hit me again. I know you're a woman, and the rest of my body certainly knows you're a woman."

"Did you really enjoy that? It wasn't too frustrating for you?"

Her knee was bent and above her other leg. I traced my fingertips across her bent knee and inside her thigh all the way up to her panties. She took in a quick breath as I traced my fingers along her panty line as if I was headed for her vagina, then moved back to the outside of her hip, and said, "Oh don't worry about me. That was actually pretty fantastic."

"Tell me what you liked about it."

I let my hand travel across her stomach headed for her far breast. She tensed up as I reached the fabric of her bra, then I moved my fingertips to the point just between her breasts. I moved my hand upward, feeling the swell of both breasts, and moved on to caress her neck. I kissed her waiting lips, with my hand on her neck, and then, "I loved that you were so sweet to try and smooth over the rest of the group's conflicts."

I moved my hand back down, but this time I grazed my fingertips directly across her far breast. Her heels jerked up off the mattress and fell back again in surprise. "I loved that you brought me in here, not because it will help the situation out there, but because this made it a night to remember." She sighed in appreciation of that comment.

I dragged my fingertips down to her belly button, casually exploring the depths. Then I lightly moved down over her panties, almost to her opening. She took in a breath in anticipation. At this point I turned the path to her near thigh which was laying flat on the bed. "I loved that you would not let me get away with considering you a little girl." 

I kissed her deeply and she kissed me back. I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh until it touched the crotch of her panties. She flinched slightly, but then opened her thighs a little, "I love the way you look, once I began to see you as a woman." 

I circled my hand around her opening, being careful not to touch her clitoris. Then I moved my hand back up her stomach to her bra, and I lightly ran my hand over both breasts. Her chest rose and fell swiftly with the sensation. I began to knead her breasts through her bra, "I love that you have very round breasts and buttocks."

With my other arm I rolled her slightly toward me, then reached around to unclasp her bra in the back. She was a little hesitant and awkward at helping me take the bra off of her shoulders. I set it aside, and brought my fingers across her back to rest on her bosom, "In fact, I love that your breasts not only don't sag, they seem to defy gravity."

Her nipple hardened as I worked the smooth warm flesh, and I kissed her again, making sure to have my chest touch her bare tits, "I love that you are a relaxed and willing kisser."

I moved my hand down her stomach to her panties, but this time I let my fingers go inside the elastic. I moved my hand over toward one leg, feeling wispy hair in the process. She moved her thighs even further apart, and I placed my fingertips on her clitoris. I began to slowly stroke her clitoris, marveling again at the wetness that felt like water. She moved her hips up and down in time with my finger movements, then she tensed up and arched her body upward, "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!"

I asked, "What was that?"

"I had an orgasm."

"Do you realize that's very quick?"

"Yes, I have an easy time having an orgasm. Is that bad?"

"Not at all. The rest of the women on the planet would envy you."

My hand was still at her clitoris, but I had stopped moving my fingers. She moved her crotch up toward me hinting for more activity. I decided to try for the G-spot, "I love that you have an easy orgasm."

I moved my fingers down and inserted my middle finger in her vagina. I only tried to insert the one finger, her opening was almost non-existent she was so tight. She had plenty of moisture, but I had to search around to verify that I had the right spot. She groaned as I slipped one finger into her vagina, "I love that you have a very tight vagina."

"I do?"

"Yes sweet thing, you do, and it is very exciting."

I began the search for the G-spot. I finally found what was the best candidate, "Is this your G-spot?"

"I don't know, but maybe. It feels a lot better when you touch it than when I do."

I started to stroke the spot, and she said, "You know, I think that might be it, because it's beginning to feel pretty good."

She started to move her hips up and down, and I just worked the G-spot. It was still a very tight fit for even the one finger, and I did not even attempt to go any further in than that.

I stroked her G-spot a couple of minutes, when she did something that surprised me. She casually reached over and touched my penis through my thin shorts. I continued stroking her, as she explored the outline of my penis. With that, I rolled onto my back, unfastening the shorts and took them off. When I turned back to Becky, she was more than ready to continue her exploration of my penis.

I started to try and get back to her G-spot at the same time, but it was tough the way our bodies were positioned. Becky rolled toward me and placed the head of my penis at her panty clad vagina.

I let out a long groan, allowing a few seconds for the rest of my resolve to leave. I rolled over on top of her and between her legs. She still had my penis in her hand, with the head positioned at her vagina. We began to dry hump, but this time, the only thing between us was her thin underwear. I could feel the dampness and even the shape of her opening. I was swimming in the feel of her naked legs and torso. My chest was on top of her very comfortable breasts. I kissed her passionately, and I lowered my mouth to a breast, licking the nipple.

Becky seemed to enjoy all of this, but she was really intent on the dry humping, as she had been before, except that this time it wasn't very dry. Her panties were soaked, and it felt like the head of my penis was touching skin. She had her arms up under mine, and her hands were gripping the top of my shoulders. She was using this grip to push and pull me as I pushed against her panty clad opening.

I reached down with both hands to hold onto her butt. I reached into the panties and gripped both round bare buttocks. Her moisture had made it to the bottom of her crack, and again I was impressed with how watery it felt to run my hands over her ass. I reached down, hoping to reach her vagina from behind, while my penis was pressing against it from the front.

With all of the activity down there, one leg of her panties started to creep to one side. I could tell from her movements that she knew it, and wondered if I knew she was partially exposed to the head of my penis. She kept pushing against me, and I kept pushing back and kneading her bare buttocks.

The crotch of the panties had moved aside enough that my penis was now against her bare opening. We both stopped the frantic thrusting, as I slowly pressed. The blood was pounding in my skull. I pulled on her ass and pushed at her wet opening. I still could not get in, but I sensed a fraction of an inch of progress inward. We both knew I was close to getting in.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart, and pushed again. This time the head of my penis penetrated, but there was still a lot of resistance, and it was very tight down there.

Becky said, almost to herself, "I'm scared." 

I realized she had quit her movements, and I was the only one pushing. I backed away so that the head of my penis was still against her opening, but without pressure. I kissed her affectionately, but she was tense. I said, "Don't worry sweet thing. We'll stop right here." As my body screamed in torment, I scooted lower, resting my face on her stomach and hugging her hips. When my physical needs calmed down some, I moved over to the side of her and lay on my back. I placed an arm under her head and far shoulder, and curled her to me. She cuddled up to my side as I kissed her on the forehead. She rested her head on my shoulder, and placed her top knee over my thigh.

Becky said, "I'm sorry, but this is about a hundred times more than I have ever done before." We were both still breathing pretty hard, but we were calming down.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. But to tell you the truth, I'm only sorry if I've hurt you in any way." I said this as I lightly touched her face and stroked her hair.

She replied, "Well I don't think so. I was very much participating until the end when I got scared. Thanks for understanding." Becky leaned her head upward, kissing me. At the same time, her tits pushed up against the side of my torso, her moist panty clad pussy touched my thigh, and her knee touched my still throbbing erection.

Becky hesitated when she felt my hard penis, and I could sense her thinking about it. She reached over and lightly touched my chest, ran her fingers down to touch my thighs, and then brought them up to explore my erection. She gently felt me for a couple of minutes, mostly investigating the penis and testicles, and surrounding areas. It did not seem to occur to her that a handjob might be nice, and I was considering teaching her.

I was lightly running my hand over her back as she was doing her research on my penis. At some point I let my fingernails drag across the skin on her back. She immediately bowed her back toward my fingernails, and slowed down her attention to my genitals. In response, I dragged the nails a little harder across her back, and she moaned in pleasure. This was new to me, she seemed to be getting sensual pleasure from a back scratch.

She lost interest in me as I hugged her to my side and began to really work on her back scratch. In the darkness, her tits were up against me, and it occurred to me that I would like to see them in the light sometime. The only piece of clothing remaining between the two of us were her panties. Meanwhile she was really enjoying the back scratch, curling up to me with her entire body including her crotch against my thigh. With both hands, I lowered my scratching to her bottom, and she seemed to like that too. Her hand returned to lightly stroking my penis.

I gently rolled her onto her back, and started to lightly scratch across her collar bone area to the top swell of her breasts. Down below, I was looking for some place to press my hardon, so I pushed against the side of her hip. Meanwhile, I scratched my fingernails across her trim stomach, and she flinched, so I moved on to scratch her legs and thighs, which she seemed to like better.

In the process of my pushing my groin against her, she rolled up her hip, and I was able to press my erection into her nice round bottom. I pressed a couple of times, and she pressed back against me with her panty clad buttock. Then with her butt toward me, she draped a leg over me and pressed her genital area toward me.

I didn't need much encouragement. From the back, it took my penis a few thrusts to find the wet spot on her panties, and when it did she groaned and pushed back against me. 

I was sort of on my side facing her, and she was basically on her back but with her hip rolled up so that I could thrust toward her vagina from behind. I forgot all about the scratching and started stroking her breasts, which seemed larger and more erect each time I felt them. She was into the dry humping again, just from a different direction, and she was enthusiastic. Her leg was still resting on me, but she was able to reach over to my hip to pull on me as I pushed.

I lowered my hand from her breast and placed it inside her panties. It was invigorating to feel the sparse hair around her vagina. I went straight for her nice and wet clitoris, while we continued our rhythm of pumping against each other. I stroked for about 60 seconds when she started humping against me hard and fast, and then stiffened with, "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!" 

We slowed a little bit, but she seemed to want to keep on. Sometime near her orgasm, her underwear had moved over again, and my penis was near her bare pussy opening. We pushed very lightly against each other, enjoying the sensation.

I think Becky could tell that this position gave her pretty good control over how we progressed, she could just roll her hip one way or the other. She was very wet, like water of course, and she gently pushed a little harder against me. The head of my penis went past her opening!

What a tight and hot pussy! I just braced myself without trying to get further, hoping she wanted more. We stayed still with the head of my dick just inside her pussy opening for what seemed like a long time. Then she moved away so that my penis was just barely touching, and pushed back against me again.

This time, the head went in plus a little more. The inside of her vagina was not only warm, but it was hot. I began to lightly stroke her groin area from her front side, as we both prepared for another push. This time I did more than just hold still, I pulled back a fraction of an inch, and then very slowly eased back in to about the same depth, just barely inside that tight channel. This seemed to be good enough for her, and we started a very slow cadence of going in and out, but only just barely inside her.

I began to stroke her clitoris again. She was physically hot, and pushing against me without going deeper. As I stroked her clitoris some more, I could tell she was becoming aware of both sensations, the penis at her vagina and the stroking of her clitoris. Incredibly, she began to ramp up for another orgasm, while we continued going slightly in and out. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh!" But this time, instead of stiffening up she pushed back against me and I went a little deeper. She didn't miss a beat. We still went in and out, but to a new depth, which still was not very deep at all. But it was deep enough to feel real good to me, and apparently to her too.

Without saying anything, she suddenly rolled away from me, dislodging my penis. She reached down and pulled her panties off down her legs. Then she reached over to me and pulled me on top of her and between her legs. Her legs spread open to almost a full split, giving me full access to her dripping vagina. I moved into position, lowering my chest to her full bosom, and kissing her. 

The head of my penis went straight to the target, and I pressed just slightly against her opening. I knew the going would be a little easier this time, and it was. My penis slid in slowly and fairly easily, but not any further than before. Becky let out a long loud moan of pleasure. I could already feel my testicles churning for release, but at least I knew I wouldn't lose it until I was all the way in, which might not happen in her case.

She was still very tight, but the good news was that it felt incredibly good. I withdrew to just inside her opening, and pushed slowly in again. This time Becky had her hands on my ass encouraging me. I began an in and out routine in this position, and Becky was responding to me by pulling with her hands and pushing her vagina toward me. I had my hands up under her buttocks, pulling them apart as I went in each time. I noticed that her buttocks were very wet, and her legs were still spread wide apart in a split.

Eventually we started getting me slightly deeper. I began to realize that she did not want to stop at this point just inside her opening, she wanted me all the way in. I pumped a few more times to the same depth, and then with each stroke I went slightly deeper, while she pulled and pushed.

I kissed Becky and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to last very long like this."

"Don't worry about it. I'm new at this, so I won't know the difference."

This girl had a good sense of humor. With that I started to go in, and even though it was tight, I was getting there. Becky continued to push against me, and with a few hip thrusts more I was close. I was close to getting in, but I was also close to losing all control. Becky started going, "Oh, oh, oh..." with each thrust. Then everything came together. I slid the rest of the way in as my balls churned semen up into her. I pulled hard on her butt, and I clenched my own butt to get as deep as possible. 

"Oh, oh, oo, oo ... God DAMN THAT HURTS! GET OFF OF MEEEEE!" She shoved me down and tensed up with her hands at her crotch, "SHIT, SHIT, SHEEEIT!!" I was confused at first, and I continued to ejaculate on the two of us as my body and emotions adjusted to the change. Then my brain cleared enough that I remembered this is her first time to have sex and of course it caused her pain. After a bit she began to calm down. 

I came up beside her on the bed and tried to comfort her. She didn't pay attention to me at first. But as the pain subsided, she scooted over to me and cuddled. After a while of breathing normally, she said, "Now I have proof that I'm not a little girl."

That was funny, but I was careful about laughing until I heard her giggle in the darkness, and I joined her saying, "You proved it to me several times tonight." 

We kissed a little bit, and then she said she wanted to join the party. We got dressed in the dark, then turned the light back on. She showed me a bright red spot of blood on her panties before placing them in her purse. I never had seen her without clothes. We each went to the adjoining bathroom and freshened up.

As we prepared to go back to the party, I commented to Becky that as of tonight, she was the most special woman in my life. However, before we left the privacy of the bedroom I had an announcement for her. I stood on the bed as if I was on a stage, "By the powers vested in me, I attest and proclaim that Becky entered this room a girl, not a little girl, but a girl just the same. She will now leave the room a woman. She may not be a totally sexually satisfied woman, but a woman just the same." Becky clapped her hands in appreciation, and I jumped down to open the door to the waiting party. 



Tennis Camp Ch. 04



Jeannie and almost. (Gspot & handjob, beanbag missionary half)

Becky (Gspot try/Clitorris w/quick O, side behind then missionary)

Elle. (Handjob, Gspot 69, her on top/me behind to orgasm, then missionary)

Becky. (Cunnilingis/Gspot to orgasm, blowjob, missionary, then gymnastics to orgasm)

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Chapter 4: Elle

Becky and I came into the room expecting to see a party in progress. The music was loud, but there was only Will in the lounge chair guzzling a beer, and Elle sitting at the table with a beer and snack bowl in front of her. 

I asked Will, "Where are Jeannie and Tom?"

Instead of answering, Will just looked over at Elle. Three of us waited for her to say something. She let us wait, and never did give me eye contact as she finally said, "Right after you two left, Jeannie wanted to talk with Tom about tennis at the college level." With that answer, she looked over at a closed bedroom door.

I could feel my face turning beet red as I turned to look at the closed door and realized the meaning of what Elle had just said. Tom was Elle's boyfriend, but Jeannie had somehow convinced him to go with her into that bedroom for some erotic activity. And I thought of Jeannie as my almost girlfriend, even though I had no right to those feelings. On top of everything else, I felt competitive with Tom, and hated the idea that the shit-ass was in there with my girl, sort of.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Elle studying my reaction, but as I turned to look at her, she averted her eyes, saying, "I don't want to just leave. I want to be here when he comes out of there." Then I became aware that Becky and Will were watching me too. I came up with my most intelligent response, "Fuck it! Let's party!" That seemed to dissolve the tension in all of us, and I headed to the kitchen for drinks.

When I made it back to the living room, Becky was already chatting with the other two 18 year olds as if nothing was going on in the next room. While I handed out bottles of beer, Becky beamed a broad smile at me, and I was able to get my mind away from Jeannie, remembering that I had just spent some quality time with Becky, very high quality time. I was glad to see that Becky obviously enjoyed her experience with me. I was also glad that Will and Elle did not ask questions about our time alone.

Becky got Will to dance with her. She smiled at me over Will's shoulder, and motioned toward Elle with her eyes. I obeyed, and Elle agreed to dance with me, but it was hard for me to see how anything could make Elle feel better. However, she seemed to be ignoring what was going on with her boyfriend, and actually talked with me a little, without eye contact of course. 

We kept the same partners for the next song, which was a medium speed, so we were doing a kind of swing step. I noticed that she was not shy about our bumping together a little bit, and it was kind of fun. With her in that silk dress, I couldn't help but notice that she was braless, and I even arranged a couple of accidental chest bumps. The jiggle of her unsupported bosom felt really nice.

About the time I was looking forward to a slow dance, the radio gods provided. She was not shy about letting those braless tits rub against my chest. I started to feel guilty and looked over at Becky, but she smiled approvingly at me. I guess she thought I could pay a little attention to Elle and perk her up.

Before those guilt feelings surfaced again, I let my hands drift to her waist and hips. This is one of the most sensual parts of the female body, and she didn't seem to mind my touching her there during the dance. Elle was a tall beautiful girl, with wide hips and a very small waist. With my hands on her silky waist, I could just feel the hint of what resided a little lower.

What's wrong with me? This girl is only 18, and she's depressed about the activities of her boyfriend! Just hours ago I was nuts about Jeannie, and within the last hour I had been with Becky and I really liked her. Jeannie had said that I didn't think very well when I had a hard-on, but this was ridiculous.

Apparently Elle was a little uncomfortable with the intimacy of the dancing, and asked to sit out the next one. Becky and Will joined us in conversation and snacking, and Becky went to the kitchen for more beverages, "Hey, we're almost out of beer!" Will commented that the earlier accident with the cat and dog had left us a little short, and he volunteered to make another beer run. I coughed up some cash for his trip, and he was headed out the door.

The ever alert Becky commented, "Will, wait a minute. You've had more to drink than anybody. Let me drive. I want to use my driver's license anyway, to prove to the store that I'm a woman who can buy alcohol, and not just a little girl." With that comment Becky turned to me with a big knowing grin. 

Elle followed them to the car, and before Becky got in the driver's seat, Elle said something to her. Becky responded by quickly looking up at me, and slowly making a reply to Elle who was not looking at me. In other words, these two had said something about me, and it was important to them.

Becky and Will were gone before it dawned on me that I was virtually alone with the beautiful Elle. She wasn't much of a talker, but we stood there in the house with drinks in hand making light conversation. Every time she moved, I indulged myself with a quick look at the movement of her breasts or her ass under that silk dress. Since she never made eye contact, I could get away with those sneak peaks, and somehow feel innocent about it.

Before long, there was a break in the music, and we just stood there waiting for the next song to come on when we heard a male voice from the bedroom, "Unnghhhhh." I knew what that meant, and I was pretty horrified that Tom the shit was on the receiving side of Jeannie's good work.

I turned to Elle and tried to joke, "Hey! That's my line!" Even though my comment was kind of funny, neither of us laughed. It obviously shook both of us to hear her boyfriend and my sort-of girlfriend in that bedroom. I noticed that Elle was looking right into my eyes probably for the first time, and somehow we were holding hands. 

Elle said, "That's it for me. Please come talk with me about tennis at the college level." This request was almost an order. She spun on her heal and headed for the open bedroom. 

I stood alone and confused in the middle of the living room, before finally wandering into the bedroom after Elle. As I passed through the doorway, the door slammed shut behind me, and I turned to see Elle with her back to the door. She was looking directly into my eyes, and she was poised like a crouching cat. She just stayed motionless against the door, waiting for me. In the few steps it took to reach her, my emotions went from confusion to passion. Without using my hands in any way, I sort of crashed my body full-length into Elle, and the door rattled on its hinges. Elle grabbed my face and pulled my lips to hers in a hungry, hot, wet kiss. I moved my hands to the very trim small of her back and arched her against me while I leaned my body hard against her. There was no shyness or innocence on her part; she was fully engaged with me.

I could feel her braless bosom against my chest, and my pelvis was pressed firmly against hers as we undulated against each other. I raised my hands up her sides as she lowered her hands to my back. Without quite touching my butt, she pulled me against her. I caressed her shoulders and moved my hands on up to her neck, placing my fingers in her hair as we started French kissing. 

With one hand, I explored her collar bone area, and then lowered my hand to the beginning swell of her breast. All of a sudden, it was as if she had gotten a signal to breathe heavy. She broke off the kiss when my hand came near her bosom, and took deep fast breaths, while she lowered her hands to the very top of my butt and pulled herself into me. I did not actually touch her bosom, just the area above and up to her collar bone.

We continued this heavy breathing and grinding for a minute, and then we slowed down with our faces close and smiling at each other. She was almost as tall as I was, and I could take in the warmth of her breath. Even at this close distance she was beautiful, with perfect olive colored skin, amber eyes, and perfect facial features.

"Welcome to tennis camp," I said. 

She giggled, "I've been wanting to do that." The whole time she maintained eye contact, which was new for her.

We just stood there against the door in a light embrace, and I started, "I don't seem to be bothered by your being a young girl, but I am beginning to think about why we might be in here. I may be taking advantage of the fact that your boyfriend is misbehaving. And I might be conveniently taking advantage of the fact that I am bothered he is misbehaving with the woman I've been courting. Oh yeah, one more thought is creeping into my mind, I think maybe Becky has a crush on me. I'm beginning to regret slowing down to think about all of this."

Without showing the least sign of hesitation or remorse, Elle smiled and touched my face saying, "You can feel bad if you want to, but not me. Tom and Jeannie are being jerks, but the good news is that it frees me up to have some innocent fun with you. Becky might have a little crush on you, but I think mostly she's experiencing the same thing I am, the release of some pent up fantasies. Jeannie has been driving Becky and me crazy with detailed descriptions of sexy moments with you. Becky and I have stayed up at night talking about what each of us would do with you if we were in her place."

I was hanging on her every word, "That is so hot I have a hard time believing it."

"Oh, you can believe it. In fact, sometimes we get ourselves so worked up we masturbate in the dark before we go to sleep." She hesitated a moment, "Do you realize you took my virginity?"

"What?"

Elle gave me an impish grin, "Well, sort of. Becky doesn't know it but I bought a dildo. The first time I actually inserted it, I was thinking about you instead of Tom."

"Wow, Elle! You are really surprising me. I've been thinking of you and Becky as little girls. Becky broke me of that thought process. And I thought you were shy, but now here you are being really open with me, letting me know about things I never dreamed were taking place."

"I'm kind of surprising myself by telling you. I think maybe Jeannie has done a good job of promoting you as someone I could tell my darkest thoughts to, without your thinking bad of me, or telling someone else. And I trust that you would not hurt me. Tom is a little macho, and that makes it difficult to trust him."

"Does Tom know anything about the dildo?"

"Oh no. I couldn't tell him I've played with myself at all, much less with a dildo. Tom and I haven't had sex or anything, but we have played around. We don't say much, and with him, I've just been too scared to speak up."

"Well, you're right about me. I think you can tell me anything and I'll just enjoy hearing it. But right now, I really like leaning against you and getting to know you one hell of a lot better."

Elle smiled at that. We stayed there leaning against the door, lightly kissing, when Elle said, "I have a trick for you. Relax for a minute." 

She wrapped her arms around my back and I could feel her grip her hands together. I commented, "Your breasts feel really good up against my chest." She smiled and responded by shaking our upper bodies so that her breasts wiggled against my chest, and it also got me to relax even more. Then, gritting her teeth, she suddenly squeezed hard and lifted up on me. My back cracked in about five places, and the room went white on me!

Elle relaxed her grip, and I kind of hanged in her arms recuperating. The back crack did feel good, but it was kind of scary, "I think you may have broken my back. I've lost all feeling below my waist."

Elle had a long laugh, "Well then, I guess you can't feel this," and she moved her thigh between my legs up against my groin. 

Out of reflex, I bounced away from her. Then I raised my arms looking to the ceiling, "It's a miracle! I can feel again!" Elle came into my arms laughing. 

I reached over toward the wall to turn off the light, and Elle commented, "I'd rather keep the light on." I quickly complied, and I interpreted that Elle probably felt like she could control things from going too far between us if she could keep her bearings in the light. And I was fine with whatever we might do, because this was loads of fun.

I backed up with her in my arms until we fell on the bed. Elle got up on her knees in the bed as I laid back and watched her. She grabbed the bottom of her silk dress and lifted it up so that she could lift one knee up and over me to straddle me. In the process, she hesitated slightly with the dress lifted up, and I could see her bare legs, panties, and lower stomach. 

That one glimpse will stay memorized in my mind for the rest of my life. In the locker room, one of our many terms for a woman's shape is "factory air". It refers to when a woman has her legs together, and she has such good thighs that there is a triangular shaped air gap at the top of the thighs framed by her legs and pussy. Elle had her knees together when she lifted her dress and her olive complexion legs along with her panty covered pussy were a beautiful example of "factory air".

In addition to the factory air, Elle had lifted her dress up high enough for me to catch a look at her trim stomach. I had never seen her bare belly before in those tennis outfits. The girl was ripped! The overall sight of that factory air along with light muscle definition in her belly made blood rush to my face.

Then she moved. Elle lifted one knee in order to straddle my lap, and in the process her panties stretched tight across her pussy. The panties were white cotton with a flower print, and the material stretched across her crotch in a crease. I could almost see the flat area of her opening. My hands automatically reached around to the back of her thighs to lightly caress them as she sat down facing me on my lap.

Elle dropped the hem of her dress as she sat down on me, and I was laid back on the bed. My hands were under her dress, and I caressed the outside of her thighs. Elle seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do. She placed her hands directly on my chest and massaged my pecs. 

It didn't take me long to figure out that she liked my chest, so I went ahead and pulled my T-shirt off while she sat on me. Her eyes widened and she smiled as she studied my bare chest and stroked me with her hands.

Meanwhile, I placed my hands beneath her dress again, and continued to lightly touch the outside of her thighs. After a time, I ran the palms of my hands up the outside of her legs, across the sides of her panties, and up above her hip bones. It was exciting to feel the difference between her wide hips and small waist.

Elle was leaning forward slightly, playing with my chest and running her fingers through the hair on my chest, sometimes touching my face. As her upper body moved back and forth, her braless tits swayed slightly. 

I pulled my hands away from her bare legs, and started touching her on the outside of her dress. Again I felt her firm hips which diminished into her tiny waist, and I moved my hands up the sides of her ribcage. As I neared her breasts, Elle closed her eyes and began to breathe heavy and fast. 

I was a little concerned about going to this next level of intensity, but she didn't seem to be. I let my hands close over her breasts through the thin silk material of her dress. Elle did not flinch or pull away, but instead leaned more toward me. Her heavy breathing was almost distracting, but her breasts were wonderfully erect and light as I supported them.

Elle opened her eyes dreamily, and then resumed stroking my torso as I played with her breasts. Her heavy breathing continued, and she began to move her upper body, enhancing my touching of her bosom. 

Then, with her eyes closed, Elle ran her hands down my stomach and lightly touched my penis through my shorts. It was like a charge of energy from the touch of her fingers on my groin. She continued to stroke my chest, then stomach, then penis, lingering at the penis to explore the shape and feel. 

It almost felt like she was touching my bare penis, since the material of the shorts was so thin. I continued to fondle her breasts, as Elle finally opened her eyes to admire the work she was doing at my groin. She looked directly at my penis, and not at me, as she continued to stroke me. Without looking up at me she said, "We have company."

I propped myself on my elbows to see what she meant. My penis had outgrown my shorts, and was poking out the top by an inch or two. Elle giggled, but she did not stop touching me. I figured if that didn't shock her, then I might as well give Junior some space. I undid my shorts, and Elle reared up on her knees to allow me room for kicking them off. 

As I lay back down, Elle sat on my thighs again still in her dress, and took a long hard look at my penis. She said, "It's bigger than Tom's."

My face flushed, "Really?"

"Well....really I don't know for sure. But I'm going to tell Tom that yours is bigger!" Wow, Tom really messed up when he pissed off this girl!

Elle continued her stroking of my torso, and oh yeah, my penis. The difference now was that she never let her eyes stray from looking at my dick. It occurred to me that this might be the reason she wanted the light to stay on, because she certainly liked to watch her work.

Since Elle was sitting upright a little more, I could not reach her breasts, so I began to caress her hips through her dress. She had wide hips, but they were not fat. Elle had firm muscle that I could feel moving, but the muscle was soft and easy to massage. 

She seemed to enjoy the attention, but her main focus was my dick. Elle was using both hands to lift my dick straight up and stroke it. She intended to give me a full hand job. By this time, I knew that I was not her first dick experience; this girl knew what she was doing. Elle knew how to make sure the head got gentle attention with each stroke, and she gave the shaft a firmer touch. 

I started to neglect her hips as I got a little carried away. Elle noticed and picked up the pace. At one point she reared up and forward to place the head of my dick on her panty covered opening, and I almost lost it. She could tell I was close. So then she backed away, and bent forward to kiss the head of my dick.

That was it! My first shot went about three feet high and landed on my stomach. Elle kept caressing my dick as I came, and she expertly scooped up the fluid to rub on my dick and belly as I took a minute to completely unload. As Elle crawled up beside me on the bed, I realized that I was the one doing the heavy breathing. 

"I'm impressed," I wheezed.

"I told you I had played around before with Tom. I've just never actually had sex."

Elle had not completely let go of my dick. Even though she had stopped stroking, she kept her hand in place. I was completely nude and she was still in her dress. I rolled toward her and nestled my knee between her legs up against her crotch, and she moved with me as if we had snuggled together like this a hundred times.

Her hand moved lightly on my penis as she continued, "I sometimes get him to come three or four times in an evening, so I got some experience at it."

Three or four times! And judging from the way her hand was moving, she expected to do that with me! I wasn't sure I had it in me, but I did not want to admit defeat to Tom, the shit. I knew immediately what I had to do. It was time for the secret weapon!

"Elle, I'll be right back. I just want to clean up a little bit," and I walked naked into the bathroom. I turned on the water to mask the noise of my retrieving the secret weapon. It was taped way back on the underside of the sink, where I knew no one would find it. I pulled it out and unwrapped it. 




Tennis Camp Ch. 04



The secret weapon was Viagra! My uncle had given my one pill at the beginning of the summer, along with a wink and a little advice. He said that it was good for staying power, which everyone knew, but it was also good for control. He knew that a guy like me might have a little trouble with premature ejaculation, so he gave me this one sample pill to see how I liked it. I thought I would never use it, but tonight I needed the staying power if I was going to keep pace with this girl and her hand jobs.

I swallowed the pill, and cleaned up. Then I soaked a couple of washrags in hot water, and squeezed them dry for Elle. 

When I went back to the bedroom, Elle was standing up facing me. I froze in my tracks to see what she was up to. Looking in my eyes, she reached down to the hem of her dress, and without revealing anything; she slowly reached up to her panties and slid them off her legs. She stood there smiling at me with her panties in one hand.

My first thought was how hot that was. My second thought was how curious it was that such a small pair of cute panties could fit around such a large fine ass. I walked over to her and grabbed the panties with my teeth, shaking them and growling like a dog. I kissed her, and then I took her hands and cleaned them with one of the hot washrags. She remarked how good the warm cloth felt, so I continued on up her arms, and she moaned her approval.

I pulled her back to the bed with me, and told her to relax on her stomach. As I laid sideways to her, I took the warm washrags, and massaged her neck and upper back as she groaned in pleasure. Then, on my knees, I went down to her perfectly tanned calves, half massaging and half caressing up the back of her legs. 

As I got to the back of her thighs, she slightly spread her legs, and that's when I groaned. I had one wash cloth in each hand as I went up under her dress to caress the back of her upper thighs, and finally I went on up to her waiting buttocks. 

In the process, the dress lifted up and I was treated to the sight of Elle's beautiful back side. Her buttocks were shaped like two drops of water. They were large, but firm with soft muscle underneath the skin.

Then, I went for the Promised Land. With one of the wash cloths, I slowly moved it down one buttock to between her thighs, and pushed it up against her vagina, which was still hidden from my view. As I had hoped, Elle moaned and moved her bottom against my hand.

I just had to get my bare hands on this. Elle stayed on her stomach as I started caressing her buttocks with my bare hands. I went up her back some, but the dress restricted how far I could go, so I raised it up some more, and Elle lifted herself up to help. 

Now I could see the beautiful shape of a trim woman with a terrific ass. I could see the outline of her ribs, and her waist was very trim. Then her hips flared out in a perfect curve, with her butt naturally high up in the air.

I began to do a real massage on her back, starting at her buttocks, and going up her spine. The dress was still in the way, and we hurriedly pulled it over her head and off. I straddled her legs to continue the massage, as I gloried in the thought that now we were both totally naked.

I moved the massage down her back again, over her buttocks, and to her thighs and calves. Each time I was near her buttocks, she would raise her ass up slightly and moan. I moved my hands up the inside of her thighs, and again she spread her legs slightly. 

This time I moved my bare hand up to the point of the "factory air", and pressed my fingers against her moist vagina. Elle really groaned this time, lifting her ass up even higher. I began to stroke her clitoris, and she made sure to give me room to reach it. 

I wanted better access, so I pushed Elle's hip to turn her on her back. I intended to move my face up toward hers, but she had other thoughts as she grabbed my penis. She wasn't going to let my penis get too close to that vagina. 

I got a brief look at her abdominal muscles and her high cone-shaped tits before I concentrated on inspecting her vagina, which was now at my face. Although the hair on her head was naturally a very light brown that often passed for blond, her vaginal hair was dark brown. It was not very thick, and she apparently shaved just enough around the edges so that it would not show when wearing tennis panties.

I stroked her clitoris for a while, and then decided to find that G-spot. I easily inserted my finger deep in her vagina as she moaned and arched up against me. Then I withdrew it just enough to start looking for the right area, "Tell me when I find your G-spot."

"You're close. You're close! Oh, I think that's about right!" I could feel a slight fold of skin just inside her vagina, and I started stroking. Since my face was so close anyway, I decided to work on her clitoris with my tongue at the same time. Elle froze at first tongue contact, then groaned and moved her hips around in approval.

Elle had begun to stroke my very hard erection and it felt good, but I was mostly concentrating on her vagina. She groaned, "Oh, your doing a good job on that G-spot." This gave me renewed energy and enthusiasm. As she breathed faster, I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes. The speed got pretty intense for about two minutes when she arched against my face with a loud, "Uuuhhhh!" I could feel her vagina throbbing on its own, and a small amount of warm fluid passed across my fingertips.

As Elle's breathing started to return to normal, I kind of wanted to hug and kiss her face to face, but she still had a firm grip on my hard-on. She pushed me onto my back, and straddled my stomach, facing away from me. "Let's do something about this fella," she said as she took command of my penis. "That sounds like a good plan to me."

Elle began stroking me, with her crotch near my penis, as I began to knead her butt. As she would stroke me, she would sometimes let the head of my penis touch the hair above her vagina. After a while, she scooted toward my penis, and my dick was constantly touching hair as she stroked, which was very exciting. She turned around and looked at me smiling and flush-faced, "This is fun!" And I agreed with her.

Elle scooted toward my penis again, and now she was obviously using the shaft of my dick to stroke her clitoris, while she stroked me. Then she hesitated. I wondered if something was wrong. She lifted up on her knees, and with her back to me, I not only got a good look at her bare "factory air", but also the protruding vaginal hair to add to the view.

Elle held my penis straight up, and then lowered herself just so that the tip of my penis was touching the wet entrance of her vagina. My hands automatically went to her waist. The thought occurred to me that this might be how she played with her dildo. She froze her own body, and just moved my penis around her opening, then up against her clitoris. She turned her head around to give me a shy little giggle, then faced forward again.

Almost imperceptibly, Elle began moving up and down against the head of my penis, holding it in position with one hand, and stroking a breast with the other. My hands stayed on her waist, and I tried to just move with her even though I was dying to pull her down on my aching dick. Every now and then she would move my penis forward and against her clitoris, and move up and down a little more for better stimulation. At those times, I let myself grip her waist and pull her down, somewhat. Finally she began to keep my penis at her opening, which was very wet by that time. Instead of stroking her breast, she used her free hand to stroke her clitoris.

I began to have hope that I might get in there. Elle hesitated again, as if she was thinking, and she pulled upward on my dick, as she sat down a little bit. I gave out a loud groan as the head of my penis found a home! It was just inside her vagina, and she started moving up and down again. I think she was trying to stimulate her G-spot with the head of my penis.

My hands began to tremble a little bit as I tugged on her waist, but only slightly. She was in total control as she stopped for a full five seconds thinking, and then sat down a couple of inches. She was no longer stroking her clitoris. She had made the decision to really lose her virginity, and it was only a matter of a few minutes before I would be all the way in. 

Very carefully, Elle rose up and came back down again to the same place. I began to knead her ass again, spreading her cheeks slightly on the down strokes. She went up and down very slowly, but each down move was a little lower. As she got close to fully sitting down on me, I grabbed her waist again and started to pull slightly as she came down. Eventually, on the down-strokes, I could feel her ass just barely touch against my hips, and finally on one trip down, I was able to fully push up into her as we both groaned in pleasure.

Normally, I might be fighting back an orgasm at this point, but between the previous ejaculations and the Viagra, I was simply intent on fucking. Elle began to go up and down at a slow pace. She seemed to like bending forward and seeing my penis going slowly into her pussy. With anticipation building up in me, I sat up slightly whispering in her ear, "Let's do something a little different." Without ever dislodging my penis, I got her to lift up a little bit, and I managed to get behind her doggy style with my hands on her hips. 

As soon as we were positioned on the bed with her on all fours and me on my knees behind her, I let loose with about five rapid bumps into her, which shook both of us and the bed. Her voice trembled as she let out a long, "ooooo...ooooo...ooooo." I didn't go deep because there seemed to be resistance there, and I didn't want to hurt her, but it was very nice to be in a position where I could be active.

Then I slowed the pace back down, making long strokes that would bring my penis almost to her opening, and slowly going back in until I felt resistance. While we did this, my brain cleared enough that I was able to get a good look at Elle from this vantage point. My hands were on her soft but muscular buttocks and hips. Even with her bent over, I could admire that she was so trim that the base of her spine was boney, with glute muscles on either side. She had an hourglass shape even from the back, and as we moved together, I could see the muscles in her back move slightly under her skin. I could also barely see that her tits were bouncing with our movements, and I wanted to get my hands on them, but I just couldn't have everything I wanted at once.

Elle started to move with me, and was pushing back against me as we came together each time. I took that to mean that I could push a little further, so I began to clinch my butt and pull on her hips to get a little deeper each time. "Ahhhh!" was Elle's reaction each time. Then when I was going as deep as I could, I began to wiggle my hips and really grind into her with each stroke. She responded with the, "Ahhhh," and a wiggle of her own hips in response.

This slow tempo was beginning to build a need in me to speed things up. It was clear that she was now used to some deep thrusting, so on one stroke instead of slow and steady, I popped my hips fast against her buttocks, which made a slapping sound and shook the bed. "Ohhhh," she said. I did a few slow steady strokes then another fast pop against her bottom, and got another, "Ohhhh." It didn't take long before I was at full speed and popping her ass on every stroke, with her saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh".

At this pace, I started to wear out a little bit, and I decided to see about working on her clitoris. I bent down so that my upper body rested on her back, and I reached around to massage her clitoris, "Ahhhhh!" I couldn't get as deep like this, but she obviously enjoyed the clitoral stimulation. After a while, she placed one of her hands on her clitoris, replacing mine. I responded by moving both of my hands up to her bouncing breasts. Again she gave me an, "Ahhhh!"

Elle seemed to really like this. But, my weight was on her, and she only had one arm for support since her other hand was frantically working her clitoris. We began to slip around on the sheets until she bent forward and lowered her shoulders to the bed for more support. I was still able to massage her tits, and she was really speeding up on her clitoris, when finally she came, "Ahhhh!...Ahhhhh!...Ahhhh!", as she bucked her body back against me and I ground my dick as far into her as I could. We slid down on the bed so that my rock hard dick was still buried in her. We were laying face down as she started to regain her breath.

Elle spoke, even though she was still breathing hard, "Would you like to get on top?" Boy would I! Even though I did not like the idea of taking my dick out of its nice warm shelter, I withdrew, and Elle hurriedly flipped over and spread her legs for me. She was a beautiful sight. She had a very slight sheen of perspiration on her perfect skin. Her breathing made her stomach and torso move up and down. Her face was flushed with naturally red lips as she looked down at my dick with anticipation. Her breasts were set high on her chest, shaped like cones with very erect nipples on top. But her waist and hips really got my attention just because her body was so beautiful and her loins were so ready and inviting.

I crawled into position and lowered my chest until I could feel her soft tits wiggle against me. I felt my stomach against hers, and then I felt the head of my penis move through the air to immediately contact her wet opening. We both flinched at the intense contact, and then I pushed. 

This was the third pussy my dick had felt that night, and I was reminded of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, 'And this pussy feels juuuust right!' I slid in her moist channel half way, easily, and yet it was still nice and snug. We both groaned in unison. I pulled back a little, and then I slowly went as deep as I could, pulling on her shoulders and clinching every muscle in my back, butt, and legs in the process. Both of us said, "Ahhhhhhhh!" I knew I would not last long in this position.

Elle squirmed beneath me, pulling her knees up along my sides so that her calves caressed me, and hugging me with her hands on my back. I drew back and steadily plunged in again, and then again. I was aware of the feel of her breasts moving against my chest, and I bent down to take one into my mouth while I continued to piston in and out. Elle almost had a pained look on her face saying, "Ohhhhh," arching her back toward me, and pulling my head against her bosom. 

I began to increase the pace of my movements, and Elle pushed and pulled with me. I French kissed her as I moved my hands down to her buttocks. My balls started to have that feeling, and I had no intention of holding back. My thrusts began to have more force behind them, as I pulled her buttocks apart with each stroke. Then I could feel it coming; I thrusted repeatedly as fast as I could, and then pushed deep and exploded with an, "Unghhhhhh." I was almost frozen in position, but managed small strokes, trying to get as deep as possible. Elle pushed back against me by hugging me with arms and legs.

We stayed in this position, and then slowly began to relax. It dawned on me that the weight of my chest on hers might make it hard for her to breathe, so I groggily pulled my arms up to rest my weight on my elbows. When I did, Elle was smiling and looking directly into my eyes saying, "That was a lot better than the dildo!"

I burst into a soft laugh, "You're welcome, and thank you too." 

My penis was getting soft, but it was still in there. Elle said, "Relax for a second." I took my weight off of my elbows, and gently collapsed on her. She gripped her hands behind my back, threw her head back and squeezed hard. My back cracked again in a couple of places, and I was totally spent.

After a while, I asked if I could try to give her a back crack. We rolled over, and both of us snickered as my penis slid out. She lay between my legs as I gripped behind her back, waited for her to relax, and gave her an increasingly hard squeeze until her back cracked. We smiled and kissed, and then she suggested we go get something to eat and drink.

We each freshened up in the bathroom, dressed, and then hesitated before entering the living room. I gathered her up in my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. "I don't know what to say about our facing the others, but being with you tonight has been wonderful." I was a little worried that might come across as a lame comment, but she seemed to accept it as genuine, which it was.



Tennis Camp Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Becky

Elle and I entered the living room. The music was loud, but no one was there. We both looked over at the other bedroom door, and it was still closed. Apparently Jeanie and Tom were still in there, and Becky and Will had not gotten back yet. Elle and I looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing. There was no one around to know that we had gone into the bedroom together, so we did not have to explain ourselves, unless we just wanted to. We must have both been a little nervous about it because we both laughed hard and long with relief.

As we proceeded to get snacks and drinks, I attempted to be affectionate with Elle, but she did not seem to be the cuddly type. I guessed that if we didn't mean business, she didn't particularly like being physical. One big improvement though was that she gave me eye contact, which was nonexistent before. We ended up sitting on opposite sides of the kitchen table talking about when the others would join us and family issues back home. 

Elle looked closely at me, "Hey, your eyes are bloodshot." It occurred to me that this was a side effect of the Viagra, but I explained it away as something that happens when I drink. Then, we actually began to talk about tennis at the college level. It was really just a monologue on my part: In college, tennis is a team sport, so your failures are also the team's failures, and a lot of social pressure comes with that. When the coach recruited you and spoke with your parents, he talked about academics, but don't kid yourself, your number one priority as far as the team is concerned is tennis, and academics only becomes important if you approach academic ineligibility. However, do not neglect your education; the tennis will be essentially gone in four years unless you are one of the lucky few who goes pro. College athletics is just another form of entertainment, so don't take it too seriously. Some professors cut you slack because you are an athlete, and some are careful not to work with you at all, and may even seem resentful of athletics. You will probably hear about under the table cash deals for some athletes; this does not happen for tennis. Make sure to enjoy yourself; not many college students get an opportunity like this. And the most important advice of all: if someone starts hitting drop shots on you, bust your ass to make them pay.

Through the entire talk, Elle listened to every word and we maintained eye contact across the table from each other. We smiled and I told stories about old team mates and parties. 

Suddenly the kitchen door burst open, and there was Becky with her dog ear hairstyle and a beaming smile. Will was right behind her with a case of beer. They were both laughing and energetic. Will was half grumbling and half laughing, "It took us forever because Becky insisted we find a store that would check her ID. We had to go to three different places before someone carded her."

Becky beamed her smile directly at me, "I wanted to show proof that I was a woman and not a little girl!" She walked right up to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and congratulated her, and then stole a glance over at Elle to see her reaction to Becky's show of affection. Elle smiled slightly at me, shrugged, and raised her eyebrows as if she was saying, 'Don't look at me, I don't have a problem with Becky kissing you.' These two girls must be really good friends. Then I checked out Will's reaction, who just observed, then turned to place the beer in the refrigerator.

Elle got up from the table to help Will with the beer and snacks. Becky and I stood together, and she spoke fast recounting the numerous stores they had visited, and the reaction of the various clerks when Becky told them she would not buy the beer from them because they had not checked her ID. I commented that they obviously could see she was a woman. Becky kind of squealed and hugged me cheek to cheek. Again I checked the reaction of the other two, but they ignored us as I went ahead and returned the hug.

Becky and I stepped apart. Becky stopped smiling and turned to see if Elle was within hearing distance, "Judging from the cars outside and the closed bedroom door, it looks like Jeannie and Tom are still here. Have they come out of the bedroom?"

"I don't think so. We did hear some noise in there right after ya'll left." 

Becky did not miss the 'I don't think so' reply. Again she looked to see where the others were as she proceeded, "Before we left, Elle said she might want to borrow you. Did anything happen between you and Elle while we were gone?"

Normally I keep my mouth shut tight at times like this. I figure it's not up to me to tell on another person. In this case, I knew she would talk with Elle anyway, and I could not lie to Becky, "I taught Elle about tennis at the college level."

Becky's face looked very serious as she waited a while before asking, "Did you teach her...everything?"

I looked down into Becky's innocent and wide-eyed face, "Yes, I'm afraid so. I taught her what I knew." I could see the realization sinking into Becky as she lowered her eyes and stole a glance over toward Elle. Elle happened to be looking right at us at that moment. 

Becky turned and walked over to Elle. The two of them just stood facing each other, without saying a word. Some sort of communication must have been happening, but it was not verbal. The contrast between them was what I noticed. Elle was tall, erect, and dignified as she looked at Becky without fear or shame. Becky had that hourglass figure and perky attitude and looked back at Elle with openness and maybe even curiosity.

Will walked between me and the girls, facing me with an outstretched arm holding a bottle of beer, "Here, you could probably use one of these. By the way, your eyes are kind of bloodshot." I had to kind of laugh at that. I accepted the beer and followed him into the living room. Will and I busied ourselves getting snacks and sitting down to talk about nothing in particular. We could hear the girls speaking in hushed tones in the kitchen.

Will and I relaxed and listened to music, and before we knew it Becky and Elle were in there with us. Apparently they had decided there was no problem, thank goodness. We partied and chatted about going back home and the future.

The conversation turned to tennis, and Becky turned to Will asking if he had any last minute tennis questions for me. Will threw his hands up in a defensive gesture, "Oh no, not me. I don't have any questions about tennis at the college level!" Becky, Elle, and I laughed so hard that any remaining tensions in the room immediately dissolved. 

That one joke from Will opened up the topics of conversation in the room. Elle brought up that Tom and Jeannie were hiding from us in the bedroom. Elle wanted to make sure to stay until they came out, and she asked that Will give her a ride home immediately after.

The girls even joked with me a little bit. Becky got Will to dance with her, and I danced with Elle. Then in the middle of the dance, Becky broke in with a smile, saying, "I'll take him back now!" She and Elle giggled, I just smiled sheepishly, and Will pretended not to notice. While Becky and I danced, she commented that my eyes were bloodshot. I just explained it away, because even though I did not want to lie to Becky, I was not going to admit that I took a Viagra pill.

That was when the bedroom door opened! Jeannie and Tom entered the room, with Tom calling out, "Hey, what's hap'nin?" Jeannie had a defiant look on her face, and Tom was obviously acting out the script they had devised before they came out. 

The six of us stood there for a second, and then Elle did not waste any more time. While obviously not looking at Tom or Jeannie, she turned toward the shocked Will and gave him a long hard kiss on the lips. Then she walked across the living room to me, roughly embracing me and kissing me hard on the lips. Next came the real surprise when she went up to Becky and kissed her on the lips too. Still without looking toward the open-mouthed Jeannie and Tom, she presented her middle finger to them as she passed by. Elle continued through the kitchen with Will following, and out through the kitchen door. The whole thing was a powerful "fuck you" statement.

I wish I could say that Jeannie and Tom were shocked into guilt and remorse. Instead, they stood in shock OK, but then looked at each other and burst out laughing. Becky and I did not laugh at all. These two had obviously really hurt Elle, and I think both of us were in touch with what she must have felt tonight. 

Tom looked over at me and gave me an exaggerated smile, along with a thumbs-up sign. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew I didn't like it. I returned his exaggerated smile, and gave him a long drawn out bird finger, along with an up-yours gesture. Tom and I both came from the same part of the country. And where we came from, my gestures were a sufficient reason to fight, as long as I obviously meant it, which I did. This erased the grin from Tom's face, but I kept my grin and my gesture. Tom was bigger and stronger than I was, and he could probably take me, but he didn't know that. Jeannie actually looked concerned for once.

I felt myself being pulled across the room. Becky was tugging me toward the bedroom again! I allowed myself to be led and just continued to look at the stony faces on Tom and Jeannie until the door closed and blocked my vision of them.

I started pacing the room, "If that shook him up, wait until Elle tells him he has a little dick!" I continued pacing, and Becky watched me as she sat on the bed. I continued, "I know I'm not completely innocent concerning what's taking place between all of us, but right now I'm focused on Tom and Jeannie and what jerks they are."

Becky commented, "They're jerks all right. But I'd say we all came out OK tonight even so. How about if I make you take a shower to cool down?"

The shower comment brought me back to the present moment, and I looked directly at her, "Oooo, making me take a shower sounds a little kinky. Would you really do that for little ole me?"

Becky jumped to her feet, making her dog ears bounce, and turned on the wide-eyed smile that lights up any room, "Sure!" I think she was glad to get the subject away from others and back to her and me. With that she came at me wrestler-style. We fake wrestled our way over to the bathroom, with both of us enjoying the body contact and accidental touching. Mostly it was just fun to kind of wrestle together, and we laughed the whole time.

We found ourselves in the shower in our clothes. Becky said, "Now, let me go and you take a shower."

I continued the fake struggle, "I'm not letting you go."

Becky reached over to the shower faucet, "If you don't let me go, I'm going to turn this on right now, with both of us in our clothes!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

She dared, then she tried to slip away from me before she got too wet. We were both laughing so hard it was difficult to keep up our struggles. But I was able to loop my arm around her small waist and easily drag her back under the shower stream with me.

Becky did a great job of struggling, and I enjoyed every second of it. Her bottom was against my groin, and my arms were around her middle. Of course, when she fought to get away, I was very much aware of the good sensations caused by her body wiggling against mine. And as we got wetter under the shower, those sensations were even better.

Without our thinking about it, our fake wrestling became sensual hugging. Becky turned around to face me, and I leaned against her in a passionate kiss, under the force of the water. We began to touch each other through our wet clothes, and then I began to take off our clothes. First I took off my T-shirt, and then her stretch top. She looked really good in her bra and shorts, and we made out for a while.

That was so nice, I went for more. I took off my shorts, which made me totally nude, and I helped her with her bra. Becky had amazing breasts! That's when it dawned on me that I had not seen her before. We had been in the completely dark room before. Her breasts were set high on her chest, and somewhat large for her frame. They were very round with no sag at all. Her nipples were pale and small, and erect. First I just enjoyed hugging her in the stream of the water, feeling those bare breasts against my chest, and then I massaged them.

Meanwhile, Becky was touching my torso and then my butt. She was exploring and looking over my body. In one of my more brilliant moments, I figured one good way for her to explore more thoroughly would be for us to soap each other up. I tentatively removed her shorts and panties which left us both completely nude, and I removed her hair bands so that her damp dark hair went down her back.

I took a good look at Becky and whispered, "You are so hot! I never guessed this was hiding under your loose workout clothes." If Elle could pass for a model, then Becky could pass as an actress on Baywatch. She even had that slight sway in her back that accentuated her bosom and her ass.

In a matter-of-fact way, she said, "I know. It's always been a little awkward for me to show off my body when I'm trying to be athletic, so I just avoid it by wearing unflattering workout clothes."

Everything about Becky was round. Her face was round, with large alert eyes and dimples. Her breasts were round, with her nipples slightly pointing upward. And her buttocks were also very round and firm. Even her pubic area looked kind of round as it protruded forward slightly with wispy dark hair. I soaped up my hands, intending to find out if everything felt as round as it looked.

I started by caressing Becky's neck and shoulders with my soapy hands, and it was an intense slick sensation. Then I soaped up her back and down to her buttocks. Yes, they felt very round, and very good too, as Becky cooed her appreciation.

Meanwhile, Becky was applying soap to my chest and shoulders, experimenting with my chest hair in the process. She was not only focused on how I felt, but I could tell she was also studying how I looked. She turned me around and spent some time soaping up my back, while I reached behind me to stroke her soapy buttocks. Then she soaped up my buttocks kneading them gently, and it was my turn to coo in appreciation. 

Next she surprised me. She let her fingers slip into the crack of my ass and up against my anus. I flinched so violently that I worried for a second about the shower wall. Then I returned the favor to her anus and she flinched. We lightly washed and stroked each other's assholes for a few seconds. This really turned me on because it was so naughty. 

I turned around and washed her wonderful breasts and torso, leaning my lower body into her at the same time and feeling my soapy dick move against her skin. Becky reached down and began to caress my penis, as I began to wash her vagina. 

Before we got too carried away, I had to feel her thighs. I got down on my knees and began to wash her legs, from her ankles up to her vagina. Becky was breathing heavy now, and so was I. Since I was in the area, I decided to taste the treat. I kissed her vagina, and she slightly separated her feet to help me. She tasted almost sweet, until I got a little soap in my mouth, but I didn't let that stop me. I actively began licking her clitoris with her standing under the shower, and her knees got a little wobbly. It only took a couple of minutes for her to place her hands on the back of my head and start to hump into my face with an, "Aaaghhh, aaaghhhh, aaaghhhh!" This girl had no problem with a clitoral orgasm.

She kind of did a controlled collapse into my arms, on the floor of the shower. I sat so that she could recline in my lap as we kissed passionately while the water continued to stream over us and I stroked her beautiful breasts. I was aching to get my penis in something warm and wet, but I felt a little guilty about the quality of our earlier lovemaking and started playing with her G-spot. She seemed a little sensitive to my touching her vagina at first, but then got used to my stroking motions. Her vagina was almost as tight as before, but I could more easily identify the G-spot this time.

It took Becky a long time, but she seemed to feel the sensations better and better. If it hadn't been for her increasing enthusiasm, I might have gotten tired. After a while, she had her eyes closed tight and she was moving her hips into my hand with more and more force. Finally she made a high pitched squeal and almost had a convulsion on the floor of the shower. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and she held my hand against her vagina.

"Wow, that is really different from any orgasm I've ever had! It was much deeper somehow."

I waited just a moment before whispering, "Let's stand up." I hurriedly turned off the shower. We were both still breathing heavily, and my penis was about to burst it was so full of blood. As we stood, I moved my feet between hers and bent my knees to place the head of my penis against her moist opening. I gently pushed her up against the steamy shower wall. I did not try to go in, I just played around at the tight opening. We poked my penis around her opening for several minutes, with her actively pushing herself down against me, but without either of us quite trying to get penetration. Finally Becky said, "Go ahead and see if you can get in."

"I'm worried I'll hurt you."

"It probably won't hurt very much this time. Just be careful."

However, when she said "see if you can get in" she meant it. I pushed a little bit, and even though the head of my penis felt very good against her wet opening, I did not get anywhere. Becky was trying to help, and she lifted herself up on her toes, while trying to spread her legs a little wider. I bent my knees some more for a better angle, and slowly started to stand. The head of my penis was able to get into her tight opening, and I was not only aware of how good that felt, but also the feel of her breasts against my chest, and my hands on the back of her thighs.

I lowered myself a little, and then stood slowly again. "Ahhh," we both said as my penis penetrated a little more. Becky was up on her tip toes, so I helped support her by placing my hands under her very wet ass, and pinning her against the wall. I backed off a little bit, and she was able to actually lift her feet up off of the shower floor on my next push further in. Again we both went, "Ahhhhh."

We did this same thing for a couple of more pushes. Each time she lifted her knees up a little higher as I pushed, each time I was able to go a little deeper, and each time we groaned into each other's ear. On my next trip down, Becky just kept her knees up so that her thighs were almost parallel to the floor. It was easy to support her, especially while leaning her up against the wall.

And that position did seem to be very good for our efforts. On my next push we both made the loudest, "Ahhhhhhhh," so far. I said, "Oh my God Becky, I'm almost all the way in, and you don't seem to be hurting."

She came back, "I feel great. Go ahead." I French kissed her as I backed out to about half way, and then slowly sank myself all the way in to her snug pussy. We groaned into each other's mouths as we kept kissing, "AHHHHHHHHH!" 

I kept that position for just a moment, then kind of bounced up and down to grind as deep as possible. Becky responded with, "Uh, uh, uh" as I bounced. Her face was deeply flushed, and her lips were dark and relaxed. She still had her feet up in the air, and she curled her heals in lightly against the back of my thighs.

I pulled out to half way, and slowly penetrated fully again. This time I was able to appreciate her snug pussy, and also the feel of her smooth butt and tits. On my next trip in, I could feel Becky bearing down against me with her arms around my neck, and it was really hot. Then I pulled almost all the way out, and this time Becky really got into the act of pushing herself down on me as I went in all the way until I was grinding into her and my balls were nestled close up against her.




Tennis Camp Ch. 05



It occurred to me that this might be even more fun on the bed. I pushed us away from the wall, and I simply held her in the air on my throbbing dick. Becky was a little surprised, but it didn't keep her from continuing to buck up and down on my dick as much as she could in this position, with her heals pulling against my butt. I said, "Let's get over to the bed," as I turned to walk us there. With each step, I kind of bounced into her, and with each step she bounced right back against me with a whispered, "Uh, uh, uh."

As we passed through the bathroom door, I stepped sideways and then turned to get us both through. In the process, I conked her head against the door frame. "Ow! That hurt!" but it couldn't have hurt too much because when I stopped to apologize, she just kept on bucking up and down on me and smiling.

I gently laid her back on the bed, and we were both very careful not to let my dick leave her pussy. We scooted back on the bed and I began to make long slow strokes into her hot and tight wetness. This position was extremely sensual; especially with the way Becky was squirming and moaning with passion under me. Even though I did not feel that churning sensation in my balls yet, I knew I could not last long like this. 

I did not want it to be over yet, so I was careful not to pick up the pace. Then I totally withdrew my penis, to an unhappy gasp from Becky. I immediately scooted down on the bed and sucked on her clitoris for only about two seconds. Then I went back up to her, letting my penis find the mark for one long, full, tight thrust. I repeated this: one long hard thrust, slowly withdraw, and then eat pussy for just a few seconds. Each time my penis withdrew, Becky formed an "O" in disappointment with her mouth. Each time I ate her pussy she squirmed and moaned. And each time my dick approached her pussy again she pulled hard on me in anticipation. Sometimes I would massage her tits while I licked her. Sometimes I would indulge myself with several thrusts in a row, and sometimes several hard and fast thrusts. In general, you could call it a half suck, half fuck.

I was really carried away with the experience, and on one of the suck movements, I placed my arms under her thighs and lifted her lower body up. As I proceeded with the fuck movement, I kept my arms under her thighs so that her legs naturally folded up next to her body while my dick found the wet spot. On each repetition, I lifted her up higher until at one point I was on my knees with my face buried in her pussy, lifting her ass up into the air so high that only her shoulders were on the bed.

"Let me get behind you," I whispered to her at a point where I was buried to the hilt. She did not seem to want me withdrawing again, so I worked with her as she turned around with me still in there. Her flexibility made this a relatively easy maneuver, and I was behind her on the bed with my dick still in its comfortable sheath.

She was on hands and knees, and I grabbed her waist. Each time I pumped into her, I scooted us toward the foot of the bed, until soon I had my feet on the floor and so did she. Without our losing rhythm, Becky stood while leaning forward with her hands on the bed. I was standing straight up behind her with my hands pulling and pushing on her waist. Her buttocks were that beautiful round shape, and they shook delicately each time I sank in with force.

Because Becky's tits were big enough to see protruding out slightly from the side of her torso, I could see Becky's tits swaying with each thrust. I had to place my hands on those beauties, so I leaned forward with my chest on her back. I reached around and gently touched her bouncing breasts, simply enjoying the feel of the way they moved while we fucked our brains out.

Even though I could have lasted longer, I wanted to go ahead and come while Becky was still hot and passionate. "Let me get on top again." This time Becky was almost a blur of flexibility as she spun around and lay down, without ever allowing my penis to come out. We traveled back up the bed this time with each thrust. 

Becky was grabbing my butt with her hands, and pulling on the back of my thighs with her heals. I French kissed with her for a while, and then placed my face next to hers, alternating between French kissing her ear and just breathing in the natural perfume at the base of her neck. I placed my hands between us on her upper thighs, and with each thrust I slightly stretched her by pushing her legs even further apart. This move turned Becky on and she really started squirming and moaning, with her tits mashed against my chest. 

That churning volcano feeling slowly started boiling in my balls. I picked up the pace and told Becky, "I'm about to come!" She responded enthusiastically by pushing and pulling even harder with me. I reached around to get a tight grasp on her firm buttocks as I sped up the pace to as fast and hard as I could go. Our bodies slamming together made a slapping noise, and both of us were grunting with each stroke, "Ungh! Ungh! ungh!"

Becky exclaimed, "I'm coming too!" And she beat me to it, arching up against me screeching, "AHHHYYEEEE!!" I kissed Becky's dark lips and she opened her mouth in passion as I continued my frenzied thrusting. 

This orgasm was slow to come around and it felt great as I just rode the wave. A tingling feeling started to penetrate my whole body until the tingling was going off like fireworks in my brain. With that I made a few last determined pumps before the churning volcano blew and my back muscles clinched automatically, while I let loose with a deep throated "UUNNGGHHHH!!" I pulled on Becky's ass cheeks and ground myself as deep as I could possibly go, feeling my energy empty into her, and feeling the bones of our groins pressing against each other. 

After a time I collapsed on top of her, with my hands still grasping her butt. I could just sense the throbbing of her vagina with my penis. Every now and then I would pump myself into her again, but these pumps were just after-shocks. A euphoric feeling passed over me, and I completely relaxed every muscle. I think I actually passed out for a few seconds.

As I came back to full awareness, I felt wrapped in the comfort and warmth of Becky's body. Our bodies were still meshed together, with her pelvis supporting my hips and my chest pressed against her breasts. Becky lightly kissed me and stroked my face, and I did the same with her, even though I was spent. I whispered in her ear, "Well Becky, that is absolutely the best I can do."

She waited a minute and said, "I love you."

I thought for just a second, and said, "I love you too, Becky." 



Tennis Camp Ch. 06



(Note to readers:

I was content to end this series with Chapter 5 and Becky's "I love you" as the end of the tale. However, several of you commented that it left you with a need for closure. Luckily I can easily add a chapter, so here it is. I had to work a little harder on this one, but I enjoyed it.

By the way, next time I write something, I intend to give the main character a name. Maybe this guy's name should have been Lucky, as one reader suggested.

One of you commented that there was no time in our history when we had both Viagra and legal drinking for 18 year olds. Oops, I guess I got a little carried away. But it was entertaining to see that you were paying attention.

I hope you like it, 

Strawberry)

Chapter 6: A Final Visit from Jeannie

As long as Becky and I stayed in that bedroom, we could love each other and not have to deal with the outside world's complications. That feeling lasted only a short time. We got dressed and as we stepped into the living room we mistakenly thought that we would be the only ones in the house. Sitting on the sofa were Jeannie and Tom, drinking beer and watching television.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" I blurted out.

As Jeannie and Tom stood up, Jeannie was quick to respond, "You left us stranded, asshole. I didn't drive here; the kids just dropped me off on the way to the movie. And Will hasn't made it back yet. So that leaves just your car."

Jeannie and Tom were standing opposite from Becky and me as I said, "Well, neither of you shits is setting foot in my car! You can walk!"

Tom spoke up, "Fuck you, asshole!" And he gave his statement some body language by grabbing his crotch and lifting up on it, while he looked me in the face.

Then Jeannie chimed in, "Yeah. Fuck you asshole!" But instead of grabbing herself, she reached over with both hands for Tom's crotch and lifted up, with that evil grin on her face.

She had a sense of humor, even when she was being a bitch.

Before anyone else could say anything, we heard movement from outside the kitchen, and then the banging open of the kitchen door. I figured it must be Will getting back, but then I heard the cat hissing, and a strange male voice grumbled, "Fucking cat!" 

"YEEOOOOW!!!" and the cat flew through the kitchen doorway into the living room, where it hit the floor and disappeared into the back of the house. All of a sudden, a very large guy was literally filling in the door frame, and my intuition told me that he was very pissed.

Jeannie exclaimed, "Eric!!"

Becky turned to me, wide-eyed, saying, "Elle was thinking about calling Jeannie's boyfriend!" 

Wow, I hope I never get Elle angry at me. That girl has a mean streak.

Eric the giant looked over the two couples in the room, then turned his attention to Tom, "Jeannie told me about you! You've been coming on to my girl all summer, even though you knew she had a boyfriend. I've just driven two hours to teach you a lesson!"

Tom really should have put more energy into protecting himself, rather than looking and pointing at me with panic on his face. Eric wasn't in much of a mood for explanations as he covered the distance between them in two large steps, and cuffed Tom backwards over the couch.

Jeannie started screaming at Eric immediately, "You idiot! He didn't deserve that. Stop and let me talk to you!" But Eric proceeded to step up on the couch in pursuit of Tom. Jeannie jerked on him, and Eric stumbled backward to the floor level, but as his feet touched he turned to slap Jeannie hard, and she went sprawling onto the rug.

I was already moving forward as the thought was first occurring to my brain that I had to do something. I attempted to tackle Eric the Giant, and he might have gone down except that the couch propped him up. I was hanging on to his mid-section for all I was worth. Tom started to stand up behind the couch just as Eric spun around, attempting to get rid of me. My whole body flew out parallel with the ground, and my legs hit Tom in the face, sending him down again.

I was still hanging on, with my shoulder in Eric's side and my face buried in his back. I considered biting him, but even in this excitement I knew that it might just piss him off even more. And no one would forgive me for such an unmanly act.

I could see Jeannie coming toward us, and I got a glimpse of Becky holding a skillet. Eric was pummeling me in the ribcage as I yelled out to the girls, "Ya'll stand back!" The next time I could see them, Tom was standing there with the girls just watching. "Not you Tom, I need some help here!"

Eric stopped pounding on me and went for Tom, with the weight of my body slowing him down. Tom had the skillet now, and this time he was ready to dodge the swinging fist. Eric managed to land a glancing blow off Tom's shoulder, which put Tom off balance. But even off his back foot, Tom could deliver a blistering forehand. He smacked Eric right on the hip, just below where I was gripping. It must have sent lightning bolts down Eric's leg, because he went down like an oak tree.

Now the fight was taking place the way of all real fights, wallowing around on the ground. Tom had Eric's attention, and Tom was dancing around us looking for another opening for the skillet. Eric kicked at Tom every now and then, but neither of them was connecting.

Meanwhile, I tried to wrestle myself into position to pin Eric. The one move I remembered from my white belt karate class as a 12 year old was how to pin a person. Eric was slinging me around like a rag doll, but eventually he was distracted with Tom enough that I was able to get in position. We were crossways to each other, with my chest on top of his and his near arm pressed between us. With my two hands I was able to hold down his other arm. And one of my elbows was positioned at his neck to hold his head still. He could not get enough bearing to throw me off, even though he probably outweighed me by almost 100 pounds. 

From my vantage point I could see the expression on this giant's face. It went from blind rage, to a look of almost fear at the impossible prospect that this little guy had pinned him. Then for a fraction of a second, I saw the facial expression that would haunt me for life. The man was heartbroken!

Tom sensed an opportunity and was getting ready to deal a real blow when I yelled out to him, "NO! DON'T HURT HIM! He's the only one who hasn't really done anything wrong.....except for kicking the cat; that was wrong."

Eric made a couple of attempts to break loose, and then he just laid there breathing heavy with my tense frame crossways on top of him. My face was down on his chest and I spoke up to him, "Eric, we are really sorry that we hustled your girlfriend." After a pause, Tom spoke up, "Yeah."

We stayed in this frozen position for what seemed like a long time. It occurred to me that I had no idea what else to do except to stay just like this until we could agree to something. Eric's breathing eventually slowed, and no one in the room said a word. Finally Eric said in a calm but shaken voice, "Let me up. I won't hurt anyone."

Tom held the skillet in the ready position as Eric and I got up. We stood next to each other, and Eric looked down at me for a second. The look shot a rush of fear through me; he must have been a foot taller than I was. He turned to Jeannie and pointed at her, "Don't talk to me again. Stay out of my sight. If we are ever accidentally in the same room, leave the building."

Jeannie's face was red as she screamed, "BUT I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!"

Eric remained calm as he said, "You lying cunt! I was watching through the window when you grabbed that guy's dick. There is no excuse in the world that can explain that to me. I've been on pins and needles over what you might be doing over here, and you seemed to enjoy telling me just enough to torture me. I deserve a different girlfriend." He turned and as he was ducking through the kitchen doorway, Eric turned his head and said to me, "And I'm sorry about the cat."

The giant was gone. I was in good conditioning, but all this fucking and fighting was too much for me. I leaned my back against the nearest wall and slid down to sit on the floor, hanging my head. The image of Eric's broken-hearted expression was the first thing that came to my mind. And even though I had not thought it through, I knew I had contributed to his pain.

I could hear Jeannie begin to weep, but I didn't even lift my head to look at her. Becky knelt down beside me and asked if I was OK. "Yes, I'm tired, but mostly I just feel really guilty and I'm not even sure exactly why."

Becky was very sympathetic, "I'll stay the night with you and make sure you're OK."

"Oh thanks Becky. But if coach finds out about this night he has to fire me immediately, and I know he'll find out if all of you girls are not at your house tonight. Come to think of it, there are probably several people who would be glad to shoot me over tonight's activities."

Jeannie's crying went down to a snivel, but through it all she mentioned that she and Becky needed to get back to the girls' house. I looked up at her and asked if it was OK for them to just take my car, and return it to me in the morning. I felt too whipped and depressed to drive them. What I didn't say was that I especially didn't want Tom to drive my car. The girls seemed to understand and agreed, but probably neither of them wanted to be together even for that short ride. 

As the girls prepared to leave, I noticed that Tom was still holding the skillet and pacing around the room with excess energy. He came over to me where I was still sitting on the floor, and wanted to talk about what a good team we made in the fight. I was listless as I almost whispered back to him that he had done a good job in the fight. But he had fucked up with Elle tonight and she was a classy girl. Tom did not respond and just looked at me, so I decided to end on a positive note, "But, that forehand of yours was finally good for something."

Tom laughed too much at that, and jumped up to try to get Becky or even Jeannie to talk with him about the big fight. It wasn't really his fault that he was almost happy over tonight's scuffle. He was still overloaded with adrenaline, and it would be a few years before he could get in touch with the negative side of events like this. Real people had been hurt for life, even if they weren't hurt physically.

Becky came by with her purse in hand, "Are you sure you're all right?" I told her I'd be fine, and I apologized again for not driving them back to the girls' house. She bent down to kiss my cheek and I patted her neck. I did not look up for Jeannie, but I could hear her sniffles as they passed through the kitchen. 

Apparently they met Will at the door, and I could hear Jeannie tell him to ask Tom about what happened, since Tom would love to tell him. The girls must not have minded taking my car too much or they would have gotten Will to drive them. Tom heard Will's voice and rushed past me toward the kitchen, still holding that stupid skillet. I did not want to be around to hear a couple of 18 year old guys glorify a scuffle that just made me sad, so I went to my room, stripped, and nestled under the sheets. I could barely hear the guys talking fast and laughing as I drifted off. I slept like a rock.

"Wake up asshole and talk to me."

Was I dreaming that, or did someone say something? Fuck it, it's still dark.

"You heard me, wake up." 

I rolled over toward the voice, and Jeannie was sitting on the edge of my bed. Apparently I had left the bathroom light on, so it was easy to see her in the semi-darkness. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing your car back to you."

With a little fumbling around, I located a clock, "At 4:30 in the morning?"

"You said bring it back this morning; you didn't say what time. Besides, I've been up all night crying, and I need you to talk with me. By the way, after my behavior last night, I decided to drive home today; so I'm also saying goodbye."

I tried to straighten up in the bed a little bit. In the process I realized that I could feel Jeannie's hip against my thigh, and I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin sheet. In addition, she was backlit by the bathroom light, and I could easily see the detailed outline of her well shaped and braless breasts through her loose fitting T-shirt.

I tried not to look, and realized that this was not good for me. I said, "I need you to leave me alone. You've become the wicked witch of the west, and I'm afraid of you. You sure as hell didn't want to talk with me yesterday evening when I was crazy about you."

"That was before I lost the very thing I was trying to hold on to, piss ant."

"I don't remember your having much concern about me in your weird attempts to hold on to your boyfriend, bitch."

"That's because you're such a dumb-ass."

"Oh yeah? Well, you're fat!"

There was a long silence in the room before Jeannie asked, "Did you just call me fat?"

"Yeah, fatso!"

There was another silence, and then the bed began to shake lightly. Uh-oh, I must have gone too far: she's crying.

But instead, Jeannie was laughing at me, "You just helped me prove that you really are a dumb-ass. I know that I'm not fat, and there's no way that you think I'm fat. You'd better not get in any more name-calling contests." She extended her hand to me with a glass in it, "Here's a glass of water for you. I'm sure a dumb-ass like you has cotton mouth after last night."

I swallowed it down and then chuckled, but I had to get defensive, "That fat comment wasn't so stupid. 99% of the women in this country would be very insulted if I called them fatso. It was a good gamble that you would be sensitive about that, even if you are a confident competitive athlete in terrific shape."

As I spoke, I was aware that our slight movements just heightened my awareness of Jeannie's warm hip touching my thigh. I tried to move over on the bed so that our bodies would not touch at all. Jeannie did not let me get away with it. She immediately hooked her hand on my far hip and scooted up next to me again, "Don't you reject me. I behaved badly, but I'm paying the price and I need a friend."

I tried to ignore the feel of her hand on my hip, and the movement of her soft body along my thigh, "I'm sorry Jeannie, but I don't think you treated me like a friend yesterday, and I know you didn't treat Elle like a friend."

I wasn't prepared for what she did next. Jeannie burst into tears, "I know, I know. Even though Elle was not really my friend, she didn't deserve that. When I got back to the girls' house last night, I tried to explain that it was just my misguided attempt to break away from you. She did not accept that excuse and I don't blame her. I was being selfish."

I gave in to those tears, and I felt compassion for Jeannie. I may have been influenced by the feel of her warm shaking body next to me, the feel of her hand gently resting on my hip, and the sight of her bosom heaving slightly as she cried. I sat up a little and tried to comfort her with a light pat on the back. Jeannie leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, weeping into my shoulder, "Thanks, I really need you to help me with this. I'm too ashamed to tell my family, and you're the only one I can talk to who can possibly understand."

"OK, I'll try, even though I'm pretty pissed off at you." Those were brave words, considering I was keenly aware of her breasts gently bouncing against my bare chest as she leaned toward me and wept. I asked, "So is there no hope that you can get back with Eric?"

She sat up with a sniffle, and I immediately missed the feel of her next to me, "None. With Eric, there are no shades of grey. The real problem for me is that Eric was 100% correct. Sure, I didn't have sex with anyone, unless you count what you and I did yesterday. But Eric needs someone who is more loyal than that. I was walking a tightrope with you and even Tom just for the fun of it, and I knew Eric would drop me if he knew what I was doing."

"I guess it will take you a while to get over losing him," I said as I thought with some distraction that at least I could still feel her soft hip next to me.

"Yeah, but that isn't what has me the most upset. Eric doesn't say much, but he sure did a good job of communicating last night. Remember he mentioned that I seemed to enjoy torturing him with the possibility that I might not behave? I realized that he was right about that. What kind of person am I to get a kick out of doing that to the person I hoped to spend my life with? It's one thing to be aggressive, controlling, and competitive, and even mean with you and the girls, but I was supposed to be serious about Eric. Maybe the years of tennis competition has turned me hard."

I thought about that for a minute, and then replied, "Yeah. But maybe the fact that you see that in yourself means you're able to change it."

There was silence in the room as Jeannie considered this, "I like that. It gives me some hope for myself. Hey, I knew you'd be a good person to talk with about my problems."

"Well, I do pretty well unless I'm the one you have a problem with. Then I'm not worth a damn to talk to." She nodded a little too much at that statement, so I followed with, "I'll tell you the meanest thing you did to Tom and me; you never told us what a huge animal Eric was."

Jeannie let out a combination sob and laugh, then leaned toward me for a hug, and spoke into my ear, "That was so scary; at first I just knew he was going to kill both of you. And then it looked like ya'll might kill him. Poor Tom got the worst of it, but I think he actually enjoyed the excitement of it all, after it was over. Becky and I were a little worried about you though; she said that it depressed you."

Even though I was really enjoying the feeling of Jeannie's hug, specifically her bosom pressed against my chest and her breath on my cheek, this reply deserved my full attention, "Yeah, I was kind of overwhelmed with sadness."

"Why?"

"Well, first I know that if Coach finds out, he will not only fire me but he will be disappointed in me. And, this might sound a little crazy, but while Eric and I were plastered to the floor, I thought I could see a heartbroken expression on his face. Jeannie, I really felt for the big guy, and then after he left I had a flood of thoughts about my selfish part in the situation: my pursuing you even though you had a boyfriend, my pursuit of Becky and Elle, my part in pressuring you so that your best alternative was to hurt Elle and eventually Eric and even yourself."

Jeannie openly sobbed at that. She hugged me tight, hid her face in the crook of my neck, and her body racked with sobs while her tears streamed down my chest. My eyes teared up in response, but even in the middle of these intense emotions, I was getting an erotic thrill from my closeness to Jeannie. I felt a little guilty, but it was still happening. She was wearing a nylon T-shirt without a bra, so that I could feel her back as if it was bare, and her breasts felt so good as her body moved against my bare chest with the sobs. 

As Jeannie's sobs diminished to sniffles, we continued to hold each other tightly without talking. But I could not stop myself from wondering what she was wearing in addition to her nylon T-shirt. I casually lowered one hand innocently to her bottom to find out. She was wearing light weight nylon jogging shorts, without panties. I figured this was probably her sleeping outfit, and she just got up out of bed and into the car to come here.

All of a sudden Jeannie stopped crying and stiffened up. She pulled back from me and said, "You sick twisted bastard! You just copped a cheap feel from a weeping distraught woman who is pouring her heart out to you as a friend!"




Tennis Camp Ch. 06



"No I didn't! My arm just got tired and I accidentally touched your bottom when I tried to rest!"

"I'll bet I can prove you're full of shit with one word!"

"What word is that?"

Jeannie reached down to the shaft of my raging hard-on, and held it straight up so that my sheet made a tent, "TaDaaaa!"

Jeannie continued to hold my penis in that position, looking in my face for a response. It took me a few seconds to conclude that I wouldn't be able lie my way out of this, "You proved your point. I copped a feel from you when you were vulnerable."

Jeannie let go of my penis, and it popped back into position on my stomach. She paused and then said calmly, "That's OK, I'm not mad about that. Your carnal lust is one of the things I like about you; it's so predictable. I'm kind of the same way myself. In fact, you feel really good to me too. But that's not why I'm here." She thought for a few seconds then said, "Come on, scoot over and I'll spoon with you while we keep talking." 

I was completely obedient since she had just caught me red handed, so I turned away from Jeannie onto my side. As she began to lie back on the bed, I commented, "As much as I like this spooning idea, I'm worried that I have a responsibility to Becky, since we've kind of made a connection."

Jeannie laid down without snuggling up to me, and she was obviously thinking about what I had just said. Then Jeannie spoke up in a calm and pensive way, "Isn't this curious. For all of these past weeks, you've been a constant temptation for me, and I resisted because I had a boyfriend back home. Now our roles are reversed." There was silence in the room as we both let that thought sink in, then Jeannie offered, "If you want, I'll just stay right here and we won't spoon up against each other."

I was on my side, looking away from Jeannie, considering my answer. I knew the right thing would be to accept Jeannie's offer. On the other hand, the thought of Jeannie's warm body and breath up against me was overpowering, "Please snuggle. I guess I'd rather spoon with you now, and then later just feel guilty about possibly hurting Becky's feelings."

Jeannie did not laugh or gloat. She calmly slid up under the sheet and curled against my back, "Woa, going commando tonight eh cowboy?" Her hand went down my side and over my buttocks without finding clothing. I felt her breath on the back of my neck as she asked, "Do you always sleep naked?"

"No, just tonight. I was upset and it seemed appropriate." And boy, I was glad to be naked. Jeannie's body was pressed up to me, and I could clearly feel her large firm breasts against my back, as well as her flat stomach. And her warm pelvis was nestled up against my buttocks. Almost as exciting was the feel of her bare legs pressed against the back of my legs. Jeannie played with the hair on my chest, and I let my hand casually move behind me to her thigh.

Jeannie commented, "I might be able to help you with those guilt feelings. I'm pretty good at justifying my questionable behavior." I liked the way Jeannie's body kind of vibrated against me while she spoke, "One thing you might consider about Becky is that you will probably hurt her worse later, assuming ya'll decide to become boyfriend and girlfriend. She has a little bit of a groupie crush on you, and ya'll go to schools in different parts of the country. I'm not trying to insult you, but let's face it; you're weak and you will tumble when some new twat fidgets in your lap."

I fought back the impulse to argue that point, "You're probably right, even though I don't like hearing it." I thought for a few seconds, "I wonder if I'll grow out of being selfish like this."

"Considering I'm the same way, I hope so. Experiences like last night will probably help." Jeannie moved her hand across my chest, and I moved my hand up her thigh to caress the beginnings of her buttock just under her nylon shorts. Jeannie responded with, "Mmmmmm." And then, "So did this little therapy session relieve you of your guilt?"

"Are you kidding? Those comments are really telling me I am a hopelessly impulsive jerk who doesn't deserve a decent girlfriend until I grow up some more."

Jeannie thought about that, "Well in that case, you won't be able to have Becky, because she is a really decent person. You need to put some effort into being nice to her, no matter what happens in the future. But remember, she's the one who chose you, so maybe she will just be able to accept your flaws for now." 

After some silence, Jeannie continued, "You can look at it the same way I do. We haven't done anything yet." Jeannie was lightly stroking my abs, and I was exploring the curve of her bottom while I wondered how close my fingers were to her vagina.

"My lie detector does not agree with that statement."

Jeannie giggled, "Well you don't know that for sure; let me check."

My penis lurched at the thought of Jeannie putting her hand on my groin. First, she lightened her touch on my stomach to the point that it almost felt like air passing over my skin, and then she moved her touch lower. She did not move straight for my penis, but instead ran her incredibly light touch up along my hip and onto my thigh. Then she came toward my genitals from below. I could feel my testicles tingling, and at first I was not sure if it was because of her touch on my skin, or if she had only brushed against the sparse hairs. But then I could feel her fingers specifically touching and exploring each testicle. She then gently moved the palm of her hand up the shaft of my very erect penis in a way that lightly tickled my genital hair while barely touching skin. The blood pounded in my brain as her touch reached the sensitive head of my penis. 

At that point, Jeannie wrapped her hand around my penis, caressing it and lifting it slightly away from my stomach. Then she spoke, "You're right. And this lie detector always tells the truth." As she said the words she shook my penis as if she were shaking her finger at me, "You are definitely thinking bad thoughts, and you deserve to have your pee pee spanked." She let go of my penis, and proceeded to give it a mock spanking, "You are a bad, bad, bad boy!" I was impressed that she seemed to know just how hard to slap, without it being painful. In fact, it wasn't painful at all, and my penis seemed to lunge upward a little more. She finished with, "If you're going to feel guilty, you might as well be punished."

Jeannie stopped and laughed to herself, as I laughed too. I took the opportunity to move my hand under her thin shorts and over as much of her bare buttock as I could, and she moved a little closer so that I could reach her better.

Since I couldn't reach Jeannie very well I offered, "How about if we turn over and I spoon against your back for a while."

"I like that idea, but let's talk for a minute about that." We continued to caress each other, but in a casual way. Jeannie continued, "This might actually be a good time to stop. We've had a good talk, we've gotten a little sensual, and we haven't done anything that needs explaining. When do you think would be a good time to stop?"

"I think a good time to stop would have been last night when I was in the room with Becky right after she said she loved me. It wasn't until later that I realized I was a shit, when I saw Eric's hurt expression. And then it all came crashing down on me. I wish I could have put off that realization for as long as possible."

Jeannie stretched toward me and kissed the base of my neck, "I don't think so. I think the sooner we can really see ourselves, the less painful it is." Jeannie stroked my chest and asked, "What did you say after Jeannie said she loved you?"

"I told her I loved her too, and I meant it."

Jeannie thought for a second, "Wow. That's pretty heavy. I guess that means now is a good time to stop."

I didn't have to think about it, "That's not what I want it to mean. I guess I'm not ready to start making self-improvement changes yet."

"Yeah, me either." Jeannie turned under the sheet onto her other side, and I turned with her. 

Just turning over with her was a nice experience. The movement of her loose nylon and warm skin sent thrills over me. And spooning in this direction was significantly hotter, because I could now reach her a lot easier. It was her turn to extend down and touch my buttock as I moved against her. I went ahead and nestled my throbbing penis against her back side, as I pulled gently on her hip. I curled my chest up against her warm back, and used the bicep of my lower arm as a cradle for her to rest her head.

"That's nice," she said. With a very light touch, I moved my hand across her hip, onto her bare stomach, and under her T-shirt to caress her breasts. "Ooooo, that's even nicer."

I reveled in the combined feel of the nylon material on the back of my hand, and the soft skin of Jeannie's breasts on my palm and fingers. At first I used a light touch, exploring the contours of her bosom without quite touching her nipples. Eventually I brushed over her nipples, and Jeannie moaned her approval while moving her torso against my hand. I massaged her bosom with a slightly firmer touch and she moaned again. Her breasts seemed large and even slightly heavy. I spoke up, "You are so hot! And all woman!"

She cooed at that, and then came back with, "Well, you're a good person to compare the difference between a girl and a woman."

I guess I deserved that, but I chose to ignore it for now, as she giggled at herself for gigging me. I was able to get her to stop her chuckles when I lightly moved my hand down over her thin shorts and she gasped as I felt her hip bones through the nylon material. I became more aware of my penis wedged against her warm bottom as I gently moved my hand across her firm tummy between hip bones. My hand movement continued up across her hip and down the outside of her bare thigh as low as I could reach. Then I let my fingers drag along the juncture of Jeannie's two thighs and up toward her vagina. As I touched the material of the shorts, I moved the direction of my touch so that I would not actually feel her vagina yet, and I moved up to the outside of her hip again.

I figured a little teasing would be a good way to get her back for that girl comment. I continued the stroking motion for some time, never quite touching Jeannie's vagina. I began to move my fingers up the leg of her shorts, and actually felt hair, but I made sure to not quite touch her genitals. 

After a while, she made a whispered grunting sound as she rotated her hips so that she was a little more on her back, and she spread her legs slightly. I continued the same stroking, but now I could reach up inside the leg of her loose shorts and touch from one hip bone, across her genital hair to the other hip bone. At the feel of this area, I let out an, "Ahhhh," and Jeannie moved slightly in response to my touch. Still I was careful to not quite touch her genitals, just the surrounding area.

Jeannie commented, "This teasing is fun!" Then Jeannie gently sat up in the bed, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and lifted her hips to remove her shorts. If she said anything I didn't hear it because the blood pounding in my ears was too loud from the thought of our both being naked together. 

She came back down to the same position, and I continued my stroking. I snuggled up to the curves of her nude womanly form, saying, "This is like a dream being naked next to you." Now I had complete access to her body, and for a while I let my hand wander from her thighs, just past her vagina, and across her belly and breasts. 

But her vagina seemed to be calling to me and my touching focus went back to that area. Jeannie's legs were slightly apart, and she was mostly on her back as my fingers dragged along her thighs. I got closer to her core by running my fingers along the point where the inside of her thigh met her vulva. Sometimes I ran my fingernails through her genital hair toward her clitoris, but always teasing and never quite touching her there.

When Jeannie began to let out a slight whine of frustration, I let my middle finger move between the lips of her vagina with enough pressure to feel the flood of moisture inside. Jeannie let out a sigh of relief, "Ahhhhhh." And I moved my fingers on up to caress her clitoris for the first time, to which Jeannie almost flinched and intensified her moan, "AHHHH! The teasing is over, and this is especially fun!"

I stroked the inner lips of Jeannie's vagina and her clitoris for a short while, but when she spread her legs a little more, I realized I wanted to do more than just this stroking with one hand. I craned my neck over to kiss Jeannie's nearest breast, and then proceeded to move the kisses, saying, "I've got to get down there." 

I could tell that she hesitated somewhat to consider what I was up to, and then she relaxed back on the bed with, "Ohhhh yeahhhh."

I lightly kissed down Jeannie's ribcage, across one hip bone, and down the outside of a thigh. At mid thigh, I moved between Jeannie's legs with my torso, and stroked my hands along the insides of her thighs. As I looked up at her Jeannie squirmed around on the bed saying, "That feels really good," and she spread her legs a little more for me.

I was finished with the teasing, mostly because I was eager to wrap my lips around her pubic bone. First I pushed her thighs wide, then started along the tendons at the top inside of her thigh and nibbled toward her vagina. When my nose was literally in her moist channel, I extended my tongue and slowly licked upward along her opening to her clitoris. I slurped a little bit in my enthusiasm, and Jeannie raised her hips up with, "OHHH YEAHHH!"

I started out using my entire mouth to relish the taste and smell of this mature woman, while experiencing the texture of her genitals and pubic hair, and expressing myself the best I could, "Mmmmm." Then I began to use mostly my tongue directly on her clitoris, while I reached up to gently squeeze one of her luscious tits. With my other hand I pushed a finger in her opening, and slowly inserted it as far as I could. Judging from the gyration of her hips, she seemed to really enjoy everything so far. I withdrew my finger, and went back in with my index and middle fingers. I continued to flick Jeannie's clitoris with my tongue as I inserted my fingers slowly into her until the knuckle at the base of my index finger was pushed tight against the top of her pussy, stretching the opening. Jeannie pushed down against my hand and we pressed several times against each other.

Gently I started to withdraw my fingers and I began to look for her G-spot. It wasn't quite where I remembered it, but Jeannie obviously knew what I was looking for and helped me with, "That's it right there. Yeah, that's it!" 

By this time I had my top hand back at Jeannie's vagina, using my fingers to spread her lips and give my tongue better access to her clitoris. The two fingers of my other hand were in her warm moist channel, just deep enough to stroke her G-spot. I tried to get a sense of the pace Jeannie wanted from the movement of her hips, and maybe I was close to the right speed because she was letting out little squealing noises of passion as she ran her fingers through my hair.

After a while it dawned on me that I was getting tired, even though I enjoyed what I was doing. In an attempt to pace myself, I changed how I was stimulating Jeannie. Instead of flicking just my tongue on her clitoris, I moved my bottom jaw up and down and let my tongue move with the jaw. And instead of moving just my fingers along her G-spot, I moved my whole arm back and forth. I had to last for a while or this would not be as much fun.

Jeannie seemed to concentrate on what I was doing to her genitals, with her chin angled slightly up. I could sense her hands moving my head at the pace she wanted on her vagina. So I got in the rhythm with her, not only on her clitoris but also on her G-spot. 

The pace got faster and faster until I just could not keep up. At that point, Jeannie pulled up on a handful of my hair and placed her other hand on her clitoris. I moved up Jeannie's body and continued with my fingers in her vagina until I could not reach it anymore. 

As I moved up even with her, I buried my mouth in the sheets and wiped her juices off of my face, then kissed Jeannie deeply. Jeannie was frantically stroking her clitoris as she gasped, "Use your dick on my G-spot, but that's all." I knew that meant I should go that deep and no deeper. 

I positioned myself between her widespread legs and let my dick find the wet spot. I could feel her hand moving fast, but there was room for me too. I pushed just a little bit and the head of my dick easily sank into her hot wet opening. I had to imagine where her G-spot was, since I could not feel it with my dick. Even though Jeannie was concentrating on her clitoris, she definitely responded to our genital contact by moaning and lifting her hips. 

At first I moved slowly, but given her hand speed I figured I had to pick up the tempo, even if I was not going very deep. That must have been the right thing because Jeannie let out, "Yeah, that's it." I propped myself up so that Jeannie had room to stroke her clitoris, and I moved in and out with fast shallow movements, which felt terrific.

I could tell Jeannie must be near an orgasm. Her face was flushed, her lips had that purple hue, and her eyes were squeezed tight shut. Without opening her eyes she said, "When I have an orgasm, be sure to kiss me. Then you can go in."

Jeannie sped up even more and began to arch upward. I was propped up with my hands on the bed to either side of her, and I was moving my pelvis as fast as I could without going deep. Finally Jeannie broke the rhythm with some longer movements and she cried out, "OH....YEAH....OH....YEAH....OH....YEAH". 

She removed her hand from her vagina and hugged me to her. My chest came down on her naked sexy body and we kissed deeply as I clenched my ass to start pushing my aching penis in. Jeannie pushed up against me without breaking the kiss, and I penetrated her almost half way. I pulled back while Jeannie raised her knees and hooked her calves on the back of my legs. I pushed slowly again and went even deeper, with both of us saying in unison, "AHHHHHHHH!"

Again I eased back, and this time Jeannie pulled while I pushed. It was surprisingly easy to go all the way in this time, to another round of, "AHHHHHHH!!!" Instead of pulling back, I ground myself into her as deep as I could go, and rotated my hips from side to side. Jeannie gasped, "We finally did it!"

I was in, Jeannie had already had an orgasm, and I was NOT on the verge of blowing my load. It was time for some serious fucking! I guessed that the night's earlier activities along with the Viagra were helping me.

Slowly I pulled back and then gently went all the way back in, pushing especially hard against her pelvis and grinding a little bit. Jeannie continued to hug me with both arms, and she used her arms to help move me and push against me. She whispered, "Wow that feels good!"

And I came back, "It feels terrific to me too!"

Jeannie raised her knees and used her calves to slowly caress the sides of my legs, butt, and sides. My hands pulled on the top of her shoulders as I repeated the slow movement back and forth, with a little grinding press when our pubic bones met.

I was feeling good, and Jeannie seemed to love it too. Her face was flushed, her eyes were dreamily opening and closing, and she was smiling. I decided to gradually pick up the pace, as I moved my elbows beside her arms to help my leverage. 

Jeannie was pulling and pushing with me, by using her arms around my chest, and I was going faster and faster. At one point Jeannie said, "Ride'em cowboy!" 




Tennis Camp Ch. 06



At that, I supported myself on one elbow, and waved the other arm in the air behind me as if I was whipping a horse, "Just call me Roy Rogers!" Of course, I never slowed down the bucking bronco movements. I lowered my elbow back into position, and our pace eventually got as fast as I could go, with Jeannie continuing to tug on me and grunting in time with my plunges, "Uh..uh..uh..uh..uh..uh!" Our bodies were slapping together and sounded like someone clapping hands, while Jeannie's knees remained up and pressed against my sides.

At this pace, I would come too soon, so I backed off a little. Both of us were breathing heavily, and at one point while Jeannie was catching her breath she coughed. WOW! Her whole vagina gripped my dick and it felt terrific. I pumped Jeannie a few quick times as I explained, "That cough made you clamp down on my dick!"

Jeannie came back with, "Oh, you are a sick twisted thing! I guess you would like it if I coughed again," and she forced a few coughs, which felt terrific gripping and releasing my penis. I expressed my appreciation by giving her about five quick pumps. Then Jeannie continued, "And I guess you are so perverted you would even like this," and without coughing, she simply flexed the muscles in her vagina a few times. The effect was mostly at the base of my dick, but I was definitely perverted enough to like it and I said so. Jeannie laughed and we continued this coughing and clinching pattern for a short while.

Then I thought of something I had only dreamed about, "Jeannie, would you get on top? I've always wondered what it would be like for you to be on top of me." 

Without hesitation Jeannie began to work with me to turn over. She seemed to be an expert at flipping over, because we didn't even come close to dislodging my dick. "Oh, so you have a fantasy life you haven't been telling me about."

Jeannie sat straight up, and immediately started moving up and down. This position was not only new and sensual for me, but Jeannie was doing a good job of wiggling her hips as she lowered herself onto me. My hands started out at her hips and thighs, but as she wiggled her hips her tits would also wiggle, so my hands automatically reached for them. Jeannie liked that, "Ahhhh," and she closed her eyes while lifting her chin toward the ceiling. She leaned forward into my hands, and I kept my arms almost straight to support her weight while I massaged her firm breasts.

We stayed like this and got into a rhythm that was just a nice easy pace. She wiggled and I massaged while I bumped up against her each time she came down. She began to cough making her vagina spasm at the same time, and I just closed my eyes while enjoying the experience. My eyes were still closed when I felt a large drop of water hit my chest. I opened my eyes to see that Jeannie was not coughing; she was crying and her tears were hitting my chest.

I stopped moving but Jeannie did not stop, saying through the tears, "Keep going, this is good therapy for me."

Therapy? What was she talking about? I just lay there looking at her as her sobs caused her vagina to clinch on my penis.

Then Jeannie lifted a hand high up in the air, and came down hard on my rump, saying, "Keep going! I need this and I need you to be with me." She almost seemed angry. I made a kind of half effort to get back into the flow of things, when she popped me again, "I'm changing your name from Roy Rogers to Trigger! Giddyup!" She proceeded to slap my rump as she rode on top of me and continued to cry, but with a slight smile on her face.

If that behavior hadn't turned me on so much, I might have told her a thing or two about respect. Instead, I got into the strange crying sex thing, with her riding and spanking away. As I got more involved by gripping her hips and pushing up against her again, she sat up straighter and used both hands to start playing with her clitoris.

We continued like this, then I began to feel a sensation I had not felt since I was a kid. My eyes watered over. I couldn't believe it but I was on the verge of crying. Jeannie sensed it immediately, "Now we're talking!" I was pulling on her hips with my hands and arching up against her while I started to cry all out, even letting go of a few sobs that shook both of our bodies. Jeannie encouraged me with, "Let it all out." I had no idea why I was crying, it must have been some sort of emotional release. 

There was no place for me to hide my emotional outbreak, and Jeannie could tell that I felt embarrassed and ashamed to be crying, so she leaned forward to hug me as she continued to move on top of me. Her beautiful and heavy tits touched my chest first and her hands went to my face. I had my hands on her butt cheeks and our movements became more sensual instead of athletic. I was aware of my tears and Jeannie's tears mixing together on our cheeks as she said, "Give it to me."

I didn't know if she meant for me to give her my tears or my body, but I decided to concentrate on giving her my body. With my hands staying locked on her ass, I flipped us over so that I was on top again. I continued the sensual pace of long strokes but with a little extra shove as our groins met. Jeannie moved her hands between us to continue stroking her clitoris, and I bridged my belly up to give her hands some room.

Jeannie's legs were spread on the bed and I hesitated once using my thighs to push her thighs even wider apart. She responded with, "Ahhh." Then I began to fuck in earnest. I pulled on her ass cheeks and went faster as I felt my balls start to tighten and I felt Jeannie's hands moving against her clitoris. We began to grunt into each other's ears, "Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh." Her eyes were closed and her lips were that beautiful shade of purple.

Jeannie exploded, "UUNNGGHHH....UUNNGGHH....UUNNGGHH!", as she had three large convulsive arching moves to go with her orgasm. I could feel her butt muscles flex and quiver in my hands. 

There was no way I could hold on through that, even if I wanted to. I kissed Jeannie deeply then went into overdrive as Jeannie folded her arms around me and held on. The beginnings of my orgasm seemed to start in the nerves of my lower legs and sent tingles up the back of my legs, along my back, and into my head. Next, the tingling sensations traveled from all of those locations straight to my churning loins. I was able to manage one last long thrust before my back muscles seemed to lock in contraction, "AHHUUGNHHH!" I ground myself as deep into Jeannie as I could, and braced into that position as I felt my balls throb and unload into her warm channel. 

Jeannie responded with, "AHHHHHH," and hugged me with her arms and her legs as she pushed her groin back against me. With a couple of short thrusts I tried to get even deeper, which was not possible but I had to try. 

Jeannie began to relax her hold on me and I began to relax on top of her as we kissed affectionately. I laid my head on her shoulder with my hands still on her buttocks, and with her arms lightly hugging me while our groins remained enmeshed together as one.

I don't know exactly when I passed out, but I must have because I finally realized I was hallucinating. I had been in some sort of hazy tennis situation with Jeannie, or Becky, or Elle, and the coach had asked me a question. I answered him, "OK Coach." 

As I said it, I realized where I was and how idiotic that must sound to Jeannie. At the same instant, I sensed that I had relaxed so completely on top of Jeannie that I had drooled on her shoulder. I slurped it up without thinking, saying, "Sorry about that."

Jeannie gave me a gentle giggle, "That's OK." My deflated penis was still in her warm vagina and we were both very relaxed, but I had no idea how long we had been like that. She was soft and affectionate as she continued, "I understand. We've both been through a lot over the last day."

Afterword

Becky and I made an attempt to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I told her about Jeannie's goodbye visit and it bothered her. But surprisingly she said she could understand and we began a long distance romance. That girl sure was interested and curious about sex, and I think that might be one reason she was able to tolerate my tennis camp behavior at first. But that night at tennis camp was not a very good beginning for a relationship and eventually the distance took its toll on us. Despite Jeannie's prediction, I was loyal to Becky while we dated; we just kind of lost interest in each other, and one day she called to say she had a boyfriend. I was happy for her.

It was after Becky that I called Jeannie to see if she wanted to get together. Basically she told me hell no, we're too much alike. She said it in a funny and crude way, and I figured she was probably right.

The beautiful Elle did not take long to find a new boyfriend who would treat her right, but that was no surprise. What was a surprise was that Elle's tennis suddenly went to a new level after our tennis camp. She competed with an anger and aggression that was new for her, and it worked. Maybe that tennis camp night affected her. 

The other interesting thing about Elle was that even though she was not a talker, she was the only one that I stayed in touch with for any length of time, by telephone only. She always had a boyfriend and never seemed to be interested in me romantically. But she did like to talk about tennis, and we kept that dialogue going until she finished college competition. 

As you might guess, Tom took my place as the top dog tennis player at the summer tennis camps. Shortly after our infamous night, he switched rackets to a heavier head-heavy racket, kind of like a skillet. Damn if it didn't improve his game.

Will was a good college tennis player, but he really found his niche afterward at a high class country club as a club pro. He was naturally friendly and helpful to all sexes and age groups, and he was entertaining enough to keep the lessons fun.

And it's embarrassing to admit, but I ended up with that cat. When the homeowners came back at the end of the summer, they mentioned to me that they intended to take the cat to the animal control center. Believe it or not, I had gotten attached to the creature in some sort of protective way, and I couldn't stand by knowing she would be gassed. So with all the pussy in the house that night, I ended up with the only pussy I didn't want. I wonder if my behavior that night kind of scared the three women. Oh well.

Of course, I eventually found a pussy I wanted, but that's another story.