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Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



This is literally the first story I ever wrote, back in 2001 (although I did a rewrite in 2004). It is more of a fun tease, as opposed to anything romantic. This is bluedragon storytelling "lite", so have fun with it and don't take anything too seriously.

PART 1: Tennis Match

***

I thought I had the match won. Up 5-4 in the final and deciding set, 40-15 in this game, plus I had two match points. I boomed out a great serve, the ball nailing the line and taking a huge hop out past the doubles alley. But the return was made, hard and fast, catching me off guard. The bright yellow-green ball ripped up the line, faster than I could react and I lost that point.

No problem, I was still up 40-30. I still had another match point. I slammed my first serve right up the middle of the court, throwing my opponent completely off balance. Only a weak little pop-up return was managed, a floater that would fall well-short of the baseline. Determined to finish off this match, I crept up and rifled a beautiful approach shot back into the corner of the court, my momentum carrying me forwards to the net. The ball should have been out of reach, but my opponent scrambled to track it down and flailing at the ball, kicked up a weak lob.

I grinned. Piece of cake. Now I knew I had this match won. I took careful aim and as the ball came down I stepped up and smashed it, putting all of my strength into my stroke and slamming home my victory with a bang.

"Out!"

Oh, crap. In my eagerness, I overhit the ball and sent the ball well behind the baseline. Deuce. My match points were squandered, but I could still close out this game and win the match handily. I've still got the match won.

I wish. It was all downhill from there. I wound up losing the game, and then the match. Dammit. When everything was finally over, I trudged up to the net for the ceremonial handshake.

"Great game!"

"Yeah, sure." Sigh. I'd lost to a girl. What were the guys going to think of me now? "You played well, Michelle."

"Aw, you're just angry you lost to a girl." Seeing Michelle's radiant smile was almost enough to erase the shame of defeat. Almost. Michelle had one of those picture perfect Asian faces. Inverted teardrop-shaped face, big almond shaped eyes. She was definitely what you'd call "very cute." Whenever she smiled, she lit up the whole room. The rest of her wasn't too hard on the eyes either. She had on a white visor that all the tennis girls loved, her jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Right now she wore the tiniest and tightest white short- sleeve blouse that hugged her upper-body assets tightly. Packed into her sports bra, her high-B-cup tits seemed just a little too large for her petite frame. Other than those, her whole body was trim, athletic, and well-toned, betraying no body fat whatsoever. I especially loved the short, black, pleated tennis skirt she wore, which afforded me a wonderful view of her toned legs. It was no wonder she was considered one of the hottest girls on campus.

We exchanged idle chit-chat before deciding to get off the court and go home. After all, we had class tomorrow. "See you later!" she said perkily. With a wave, she about faced and bounced off the court.

Some hormonal part of my body didn't want her to go, but I loved to watch her leave. So loitering on the court for a minute I watched her skirt bounce away, then plodded off to grab my bag and head to my car.

***

Psychology was boring. A good part of the hour and a half was an utter waste of time. The only interesting thing that happened in class was a particular section we covered on the hormonal differences between males and females. According to the text, men were genetically driven to "spread their genes" and procreate with as many females as possible, to promote the survival of their characteristics. Females on the other hand, seek to find the male most capable of providing for and protecting their offspring, even if that male already has a mate.

Well, that wasn't the only interesting thing that happened in class. Michelle was in the same Psychology course, and had been for the entire quarter. Normally she sat up front with the rest of the overachieving females of her crowd. They weren't nerds, they were just smart and hard-working. Makes you sick sometimes doesn't it. Balancing boyfriends (most were pretty good-looking and well- dressed), other social aspects, sleep, hobbies, and maintaining their high GPAs at the same time, these were the people you'd expect to succeed in life. And to top it off, Michelle and her roommates never settled on the cardboard boxes for TV stands and coffee tables, or stooped so low as to cook up ramen and soda. They found time to cook full meals with rice, meat, and vegetables, and even built some of their furniture with materials from The Home Depot.

Anyways, normally Michelle sat with her roommates, but today she came into class just a few seconds before the professor arrived, and slid into the chair next to me. She wore her hair pulled back into her standard no-nonsense ponytail. Perched on a dainty nose, her ultrathin glasses glinted reflections of the powerpoint presentation on the projector screen. She mumbled a quick "Hi" to me before digging into her bag to get her notebook out.

Perhaps that was the reason I didn't find the lecture interesting today. I'm not a Psych major (she is), and I never found the stuff interesting in the first place, but today seemed especially boring. Plus, the fact that I kept checking Michelle out the whole class probably didn't help. She had on these really tight ivory capris, and an equally tight pastel blue 3/4 top. I could make out the faint outlines of a somewhat lacy bra underneath. She wasn't wearing socks, and had these cute somewhat platformed canvas shoes on. In the middle of a particularly boring speech, her head swiveled towards me in the midst of my none-too-subtle observations of her body.

Reflexively, I jerked back to stare furiously at my notes. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the corners of her lips turn up in an impish smile. "Very good notes."

I looked down at the blank pages before me. I'd spent the last half-hour checking her out and not listening to a damn word the professor was saying. She didn't say anything more, and I made it a point not to stare at her any more for the rest of the class.

The lecture finally ended, and after collecting my binder into my bag, I stood up. Michelle had apparently beaten me to it, and my head bumped into her as I got up. I apologized profusely, but she laughed it off.

"Oh, it's alright."

"Sorry, I wasn't looking."

"You were before, why'd you stop?"

"Oh, don't play games with me, Michelle. You beat me in a tennis match. That doesn't give you the right to tease me for the next week."

"You're right. I could tease you whenever I wanted even if I hadn't beaten you."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, that was luck yesterday."

"Care to prove it?"

"A rematch? You're on."

"Tomorrow is Saturday. One o'clock."

"I'll be there."

"Trust me, you won't regret it." She flashed another radiant smile at me and strolled away towards her apartment. I could only stare in awe at the perfect ass bouncing away from me.

***

She thought she had the match won. Michelle was up 5-4 in the final set, and I was losing the last game 15-40, and she thought she had it won. But I was not about to lose to a girl again. C'mon, I'm a Varsity player. Granted, she was too, but the women's tennis players could never keep up with the guys. And I had the advantage of serving this game. My first serve drilled up the middle of the court, forcing her to flail out a poor backhand that sailed long. 30-40. She still thought she had the match won. I was losing steam rapidly, my energy drained, and this was her second match point. She couldn't screw up two in a row.

First serve.

Ace.

Deuce.

I was back in the game. Just as I was about to serve again, she noticed that her shoelace had come undone. "Time!" she called out.

I settled down, bounced the ball a few times while Michelle hunched over to tie her shoelace in the middle of the court. It was at that point that I noticed that two extra buttons of her white blouse had come undone, and the neckline of her shirt was hanging down as she tied her shoes. I was on the other side of the net and couldn't really see anything, but I could swear there was a definite hint of cleavage within sight. Calmly, Michelle stood back up and set into her stance, ready to receive. "Okay! I'm ready!"

Back to serving. Back to serving.

Double-fault. Crap.

Advantage-Michelle. She probably thought she had the match won. My second serve had flown well past the service line, bounced off the fence and came to a stop behind her. She turned around to grab it. But rather than scooping up the ball with her racket or trapping it against her foot, she bent at the waist as if touching her toes to grab the ball in her hand. Her tennis skirt had ridden up with her hips, and I had a perfect view of the tightest ass I'd ever seen. Encased in tiny white panties that did a poor job of covering her butt-cheeks, my lower jaw dropped as my brain realized what I was seeing. When she stood up and returned the ball back to me, I tried valiantly to shake the thought out from my brain.

Regaining my composure, and putting the unclean thoughts from my head, I managed to score a point when her forehand approach shot clipped the tape and dropped back on her side of the net. Back to deuce.

She wiped some sweat off her forehead, and trotted up to the ball. Again she crouched down to pick up the ball with her hand. The point had carried me well into the court, nearby the net, and she had to come up to the net as well to reach the ball. She still hadn't fastened those buttons, and when she crouched down to get the ball, the neckline hung loose and I was treated this time to a much closer peek beneath that blouse. This time I could easily identify a white bra encasing two very firm, very fabulous orbs. A part of my mind wondered, why isn't she wearing a sports bra like usual? But I quickly pushed that thought aside as I focused my efforts on memorizing the curves her body displayed for me.

All to soon, she picked up the ball and tossed it to me. Her gaze caught my eye, and she flashed a "I know what you're looking at" smile at me, with a twinkle in her eye.

Now I had to serve again. But my mind was elsewhere. A few dozen feet in front of me to be precise. All I could see were the curves of Michelle's body.

She thought she had the match won.

She was right. After I netted a weak backhand, the match was over. Crap. I'd lost to a girl again.

We had the traditional handshake, and she was very nice about kicking my ass again. "Nearly had me." "Really stuck it to me in the second set." "I'm sure you'll bounce back up again soon." I wasn't really paying attention. Her white blouse was soaked with sweat and was clinging to her body. She also apparently had on a very thin bra, because the whole time she was talking to me I was staring at her hard nipples poking through.

We gathered our things, though Michelle packed up before I did, then bounced over to my bench.

"I realize this isn't the best thing to ask right after the match, but my friend dropped me off today, I didn't drive. So... I was wondering if you might be able to give me a ride back to my apartment?"

Hmm, should I pass up the opportunity to spend even more time with a gorgeous woman whose shirt is fairly transparent at the moment? Well, it might impair my driving, but... "Sure, no problem. Maybe I can interrogate you to find out how you keep beating me."

"Oh, I'm sure you can pump the information out of me."

Smiling at her flirting, we headed for my car. I'd been to her place a few times, my group of guys hung out with her group of girls on a fairly regular basis. When we arrived, she invited me up, saying it would be rude to come by and not say hi to her roommates. 

When we got inside, I found that Candice had gone home for the weekend, and there was a note from Anne saying that she went out with her boyfriend for the day. There was no sign of Nicole, the fourth roommate. The apartment was apparently empty.

"Sigh, another lonely Saturday." Michelle pouted, her puffy lips forming a small frown. She looked so cute whenever she did that.

"Don't say that. There are others to hang with," I offered.

"You have anyone in mind?"

"Well, not really. I mean, you've got lots of friends."

"Yeah, but it's a Saturday night. And me with no date."

"Well, if you feel that way, I'll just have to come back here and take you out tonight."

"Really?" That radiant smile came back to her face. "Aw, that would be great!"

I smiled back. Essaying a dramatic bow, "It would be my pleasure, madam. I'll come get you at 7?"

"Nah. Just shower, change, and get back here right after. We can just hang for the afternoon, too."

"As the lady wishes." I gave her a hug goodbye, and she went into her room, closing the door. This could be good. I turned around, and began the short walk to the front door when I heard a door open behind me.

I slowly turned around, expecting to see Michelle coming back out of her room. "Did you forget something?"

"Only to check the hallway."

I froze for a moment, not quite turned around yet. The voice had been sweet and female, but not Michelle's. Then I finished my turn, and got a good look at who had spoken.

It was Michelle's roommate Nicole, standing in the doorway that led to the bathroom and shower beyond. Steam was billowing out the opening up to the ceiling. But it wasn't the steam that caught my attention. Nicole had apparently just finished a shower, and had her long hair tucked underneath that towel turban girls make on top of their heads when drying their hair. But apart from that, she was completely naked. She had ducked partially back behind the door, holding onto the towel with one hand, and covering her one exposed breast with the other. Around the palm of her hand, I could definitely make out the firm shape of a wonderfully large globe sticking out of her chest.

I stopped breathing for a moment, then quickly tried to regain my composure. "Sorry, Nicole. I didn't know you were in there. I was just leaving."

She regarded me coolly, then took a long look downwards to where my cock had jumped upright and was prominently making a dent in my tennis shorts. Her gaze returning up to my face, she stated "Oh, that's alright. This was just an accident between two grown adults. So I guess if you're going to have to deal with the awkwardness, you might as well get your money's worth." And with that, she stepped out from the door and calmly walked to her room, wearing nothing but a big smile the whole way.

I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. While Michelle was the 'cute' one, Nicole was the sensuously gorgeous one. She was a bit taller than Michelle, her hips pleasantly curved and her chest obviously quite full. And since I currently saw her without bra support, I could tell that those C-cups were wonderfully round and perky, her nipples standing at attention in the cool air. Her smile was dazzling, and not a little bit predatory. And right now I got to see a whole lot more of her than I expected. As a fellow tennis player, she was trim and in shape. Her skin still carried the afterglow of a warm shower, although it seemed that wasn't the only reason her skin was flushed. She seemed more than a little aroused by the situation, her pussy lips spread open to reveal her pink insides, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover she had shaved her pussy completely bare.

And then she moved into her room, and closed the door, removing her amazing body from my sight. I stood still for a few minutes, not believing what just happened. And then I remembered my "date" with Michelle. Pushing Nicole out of my mind, I rushed back home.

***

After a quick shower, I got redressed for a proper college Saturday night date. Despite Nicole's little nude parade, I found all of my thoughts centered around Michelle. She was the perky, happy, and outgoing type I had always been attracted to. She was flirty and witty as a conversationalist, and more than pleasant to look at. While getting dressed, I found that I was actually nervous. It had been a long time since I had been nervous before a date. But with Michelle, I really wanted things to work out. I hoped so desperately that we could turn this into a real dating relationship. I stopped by a flower shop on the way back to her apartment to pick up some roses, double-checked my appearance in the rear-view mirror, then strutted up to the apartment.

It took awhile after I rang the bell before the door actually opened. Nicole popped the door open, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw her. The image of her naked body walking past me flashed into my head for a moment. She gave me a funny look, as if knowing exactly what was going through my head. She was dressed all in white, with a small white women's polo shirt that emphasized the curve of her breasts, and a loose white skirt that did not quite reach her knees. Her long, blonde-streaked black hair hung loosely behind her, with a white headband holding her hair back in a cascading waterfall behind her. "Hey you. Nice roses. I'm sure Michelle will love them. Come on in."

I followed Nicole into the living room, where she offered me a soda. Apparently I'd gotten ready a little too quickly and Michelle hadn't finished her shower just yet. After a few minutes of chatting, Nicole excused herself, saying that she had to get back to her homework. That puzzled me for a moment. What was a gorgeous woman like Nicole, who could have any guy she wanted, spending her Saturday evening doing homework?

I was only waiting a few minutes before Michelle came out, clothed only in a wet towel and a big smile. The pink terrycloth barely covered her breasts and extended a scant inch below her lower regions. Damn she looked sexy. Her long black hair was still very wet and hung straight back. She told me to make myself comfortable while she hopped back into the shower to finish up. Before she headed back though, she let a hand dance lightly over the not-so-subtle bulge in my khakis. With one of her trademark impish grins, she turned about and hopped back towards the bathroom.

From my spot on the couch I watched her go, then she let the towel drop to the floor, baring her exquisitely nude body to my gaze for a fraction of a second before disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the water come back on, but mysteriously, did not hear the door close.

This was going to be a more interesting Saturday night than I'd expected. The barrage of beautiful female flesh that had assaulted me since Nicole came out of the shower earlier had hammered away at my hormonal control. By now I was really turned on. Summoning up my courage, I followed the path to the open bathroom. The shower was hidden behind the door itself, and I gathered up my wits and tried to calm my breathing before attempting to actually enter the room. I was torn between just closing the door and waiting for her to come out, or following my hormones and moving into the foggy room. I had been perfectly quiet, and there was no way, given the noise of the shower, that she could tell I was anywhere near her bathroom. Finally, I decided to move on in. Taking a few tentative steps forward, I heard a melodious voice on the other side of the shower curtain stating, "Three... two... one..."

She knew I was coming. And exactly when. Psych major indeed.

And with that, the curtain slid aside and there was the goddess of my dreams, completely in the buff, standing in the spray of the shower. Her piercing gaze locked onto mine, a single eyebrow lifted quizzically at me.


Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 01



I drank in the sight of her supple curves, creamy skin without suntan marks. I watched as her hands caressed her own body, feeling the firmness of her own round breasts, rubbing the very erect nipples. The hair about her nether lips was trimmed down to a carefully manicured little rug, and I watched, disbelieving as her hands caressed the folds of her own pussy. She slipped a finger inside and proceeded to raise the finger to her mouth, inhaling the scent and sliding the wet finger into her mouth.

Her finger came out of her mouth with a pop and she looked at me with an expectant expression. "So, aren't you going to join me?"

It took awhile for my mind to respond right away. Here was Michelle, a gorgeous, beautifully formed woman, naked in the shower before my very eyes. I stood there watching her suck her own juices off her finger, the water cascading off of her erect nipples.

My clothes disappeared in a second, and I found myself walking forward, led by a very hard appendage. She reached her hands out and pulled my head to her, mashing her lips to mine and plunging her tongue down my throat. She grabbed at my hands and directed them to rub over her body, then snaked her right hand down to take ahold of my very erect soldier. My mind started to catch up with what I was doing, and I jumped into the tub with her, pinning her body back against the wall, my tongue darting into her mouth, my hands trapping hers against the wall.

She gave a little shriek when her back pressed into the cold surface of the wall, then she flowed back into the kiss. I lifted both of her hands above her head, where I trapped them both at the wrists with my left hand. My right hand descended down her face, rubbing at her neck. My fingers trailed down to her full breast, squeezing and rubbing at the nipple there. It continued its trek south, and when my middle finger found her clit, she moaned into my mouth, her whole body giving a shudder as she folded over my hand.

As my finger trailed up and down her slit, her lips latched onto my ear, nibbling and licking at me with abandon. "Oh, I've wanted you for so long," she whispered. I leaned down to suck the water off of her breasts, and took two fingers and plunged them suddenly inside her wet folds. She shook once violently when they entered her, moaning my name as my hands set into an easy rhythm, out and back into her, my fingers trailing over her hard nub with each stroke. Her lips captured mine, our faces mashing into each other wildly. Suddenly, she froze, her lips hanging slack open, her body rigid. My hand continued its assault of her pussy and I was rewarded with a purr coming from her open mouth as her hips began to vibrate. The shaking increased and spread out from the center of her body, as her moans increased in volume, turning into a short staccato, until she finally came hard, her shriek of ecstasy piercing the air as she coated my hand with her love juices.

A few moments after Michelle's orgasmic shriek finally subsided, I heard the whoosh of metal as the shower curtain was pulled aside. In all of her naked glory, Nicole stepped inside, interposing herself between Michelle and I, facing back towards a panting Michelle. I had thought my dick could get no harder, but with a second fabulously attractive woman joining us, it became harder than steel. Regally, she stood straight in the shower spray, and turned her head around to glance at me. "I figured that I needed another shower."

With that, she knelt down to the floor, and holding her roommate steady against the far shower wall, lowered her face into Michelle's still spasming cunt. Michelle responded only by placing her hands on Nicole's head, pressing her friend deeper into her cunt while whimpering with pleasure.

Now this was quite unexpected. I could only watch in fascination as Nicole continued to pleasure her friend, reaching her hands up to play with Michelle's heaving tits. Never in my wildest dreams (well, maybe one or two) had I imagined two such perfect specimens of female beauty pleasuring each other in a shower not two feet away from me. My brain was still working overtime in a vain attempt to comprehend what was going on. I realized that I should start breathing before I suffocated myself from shock.

What came next was even more unexpected. As soon as Nicole brought Michelle to another shrieking orgasm, she turned about and planted a huge, wet kiss on my mouth. I wondered dimly if Michelle was going to object, but I wasn't complaining. Nicole was an expert kisser, her tongue darting in and out and knowing just how to probe me for maximum pleasure. Her tongue had proved its skill earlier by working wonders on Michelle's pussy. After this pleasant makeout session, she dropped to her knees and put her tongue to excellent use as she worshiped my cock.

It had been a long time since I'd had sex. Up until Michelle there just hadn't been any women who had interested me enough. But right now I could feel months of pent-up sexual energy about to explode out of my body. I looked down to see Nicole's pretty face, her full lips stretched wide around my shaft. Nicole's tongue was dancing like an imp around the most sensitive parts of my body. Her fingers on one hand were wrapped around my shaft pumping me firmly while her other hand cupped and caressed my balls. Balls that were just now tightening as they prepared to squeeze out my load.

Finally the dam burst, and my organic cannon was firing its first wad into the back of Nicole's throat. She swallowed quickly and then pulled off of me, letting the rest of my shots splatter against her face and chest. When my dick finally deflated, I leaned sideways against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Nicole was as winded as I, her mouth sexily hanging open as she kneeled on the floor of the bathtub, panting and trying to catch her breath. When I moved out of the way, the shower spray cascaded down to her, rinsing my cum off of her glowing body.

I found my brain trying to reassert itself now that I had gotten my rocks off. The girl I had come here for was Michelle, not her gorgeous roommate who had just given me the most amazing blowjob. I was determined to please her tonight. By now, it appeared that Michelle had recovered from her two recent orgasms, so I took ahold of a nearby towel, and tossed it flat out onto the carpet in the hallway. Then I gathered Michelle into my arms, who was barely holding herself up by hanging from the shower curtain bar. I lifted her against my chest, my face buried in her ample cleavage as she wrapped her arms about my neck. I carried her out of the bathroom, our dripping bodies making little wet splotches on the floor. I gently laid her down on the towel, my face moving to intercept her lips, my engorged rod finding itself directly on top of her glistening mound. 

My hips bucked against her, the underside of my reviving rod rubbing ever so slightly against her nub. She wrapped her arms about my neck, and spread her legs wide. "Please, put it in me."

I looked down at her. Her beautiful eyes shining back at me, heavy lidded with lust. Her gleaming hair splayed out in all directions. Her pursed lips, as if begging me to fuck her. Her heaving bosom, ever the epitome of an erotic sight.

I drew my rod back once more across the top of her mound, then ever so carefully, positioned myself at the entrance. Lowering my head down to her lips, I smoothly glided into her as my tongue dipped into her mouth. Her moan got lost in our kiss as I kept sliding in until I was buried to the hilt. The slowly, I drew back out.

Then back in.

Then back out.

Michelle's pussy was so tight. I would later find out she hadn't had sex with a guy since she broke up with her last boyfriend a year and a half ago. Her hips were rocking back against me, her feet flat against the ground with her knees in the air as she used the leverage to buck herself back against me with every stroke. My left hand caressed her ass, her side, and her back, finally reaching up to cup a breast in my palm. I rubbed her swollen nipple with the palm of my hand as my tempo began to increase. The now familiar moaning became increasingly staccato as I increased my pace as well. 

But Nicole was not about to be left out of the action. After toweling off somewhat, she joined us in the hallway, lowering herself to her knees and straddling Michelle's face. "Time to return the favor, sweetie." Michelle quickly went to work on her friend, causing a rush of sexual expletives to come out of Nicole's dirty mouth.

I merely lifted Michelle's hips into my hands, palming her tight ass as I continued to thrust into her gaping pussy. Nicole was bent forwards as Michelle tongued her, affording me a wonderful view of her ass, and as I gazed upon it I could feel the heat in me rising even further. No matter what my intentions were when I came here tonight, I was going to have to get a piece of Nicole before this evening was through.

My own pleasure was intense, radiating out from my midsection across my whole body. Michelle's legs were wrapped around my back, pulling me into her with every frantic thrust. Faster and faster and faster we moved with each other, my cock pistoning in her love tunnel like a well-oiled machine.

All at once Michelle's body began to vibrate, her rocking with me becoming less rhythmic and more urgent twitching. Her back arched off the ground and remained still at the peak of her arch as she screamed out her pleasure for everyone to hear, her spasming pussy gushing at me with her orgasm.

All of her vibrations had an exquisite effect on my rod, crescendoing my pleasure until I groaned my release just as Michelle reached her orgasm. I spurted buckets deep into her body as her own wave came crashing down, creating a tidal wave of pleasure at the joining of our bodies. Michelle moaned out again as her pussy climaxed again, sending her to new heights of ecstasy.

Worn for the moment, I disengaged and sat down heavily against a nearby wall, catching my breath. Nicole grinned at me, a predatory smile as she turned herself around, planting her steaming cunt back down on Michelle's face and lowering her own mouth to Michelle's still spasming pussy in a hot 69. Michelle only moaned out even louder as Nicole's expert tongue sent her into orbit, a very appealing sound when mixed with the slurping noise of Nicole sucking my cum out of Michelle's box.

Between the sexy moans, the vision of these two babes pleasuring each other, and Nicole's ass poking out at me, I was revived in record time. My balls had been storing up for months, and I knew I had another round left in me. And so I settled myself in behind Nicole, grasping her hips and nudging my new erection between her legs. Michelle switched for a moment, releasing Nicole's juicing cunt and turning her lips to my waving baton in front of her face. After giving it another solid lick, tasting her own cream that still coated my rod, she tugged me forwards and guided me into Nicole's sopping wet pussy.

I heard the groan of pleasure emanating from Nicole's side of our love triangle, and once the head popped in I drove my hips forward, my pelvis slamming into her ass and my rod impaling her in one thrust. Nicole was screaming now from the dual attack of my dick in her box and Michelle's lips on her clit. Looking down at the most perfect ass I had ever seen being spread wide by my shaft, a new idea formed in my head. I thrust only a few more times before I pulled back out, only to press forwards at a different hole.

Nicole tensed up for a moment when the wet tip of my cock pressed against her rosebud asshole, but then she moaned in anticipation as I felt her hip muscles relax. With a firm grip on Nicole's hips, I worked my way forwards, my cock sinking into her inch by inch. Looking down, I saw Michelle's face only an inch below our joining, her eyes wide in amazement. "Oh, shit. She's taking it!" Michelle was gasping.

At last I bottomed out, but from the intense pressure and pleasure in Nicole's ass I knew I wouldn't last very long. Already I could feel the pelvic twitchings that signaled the end of my control. But Nicole came first, my assault on her ass and Michelle's talented tongue sending her screaming into orgasm. Michelle's moans joined her as she climaxed as well, and then my own growls of release as my cannon let loose, blasting off inside of Nicole's bowels and plugging her ass full of my sticky juice.

When we came down from our respective highs, I collapsed on top of Nicole's back, then rolled off to the side. Nicole herself rolled off the other way, so we had a panting Michelle sandwiched between us. I reached out and gently stroked Michelle's small body while we caught our breaths. As my hand caressed her still spasming cunt, she sat up and then leaned over to give me a very passionate kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nicole to the side, a satisfied look mixed with a hint of jealousy on her face. When Michelle and I finally released each other, she looked me in the eyes, and with that radiant smile I love so much, said, "So where are we going on our date tonight?"

NEXT PART 2... 



Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 02



PART 2: Doubles Match

***

"Doubles match?"

"Sure, why not?" Michelle had stopped me outside of class, accompanied by her teammate and roommate Nicole. Michelle was my former friend/now girlfriend whom I'd hooked up with about a month earlier. While Nicole had joined us in that first sexual session, Michelle and I had split off into a more personal one-on- one exclusive relationship. Still, I spent a great deal of time at the girls' apartment and gorgeous Nicole flirted with me more than ever, and sometimes Michelle had not appreciated it. Still, my girlfriend always let it slide, and sometimes let out little innuendos suggesting a repeat of our first threesome. So when the two of them arrived and offered a doubles match, my mind immediately jumped to conclusions other than tennis.

Nicole popped in, "C'mon. You and a male teammate against the two of us. Afraid you're going to lose?"

"Well who am I going to play with?"

"Anyone you want. We'll take you guys." Nicole turned around and saw someone she recognized. Alan Cheng, the Varsity team's top singles player was cruising down the hallway on the other side of the courtyard. "Alan will do perfectly."

With that, Nicole turned about, flipping her hair, and sashayed across the courtyard. She whistled, catching the attention of most every guy within earshot, of course including Alan. Her hips were swinging in her skirt, and he did a double take before stopping in his tracks once realizing she was coming straight for him. Nicole sidled up to him close, real close.

As they were talking together, I was checking out the rest of Nicole's outfit. She had on sandaled heels, flawless legs leading up to a tight and short mini- skirt. Nicole's firm abs were showing slightly, and her firm, large breasts were pushing out her low scoop lace-up top.

Michelle was following my gaze, then turned and punched me... hard ... on the shoulder.

I turned around fast, rubbing my sore shoulder. "What?"

She just set her jaw and glared at me.

***

Alan pounded his first serve up the middle of the Ad Court, slicing out of Nicole's reach.

"Ace!!!" I crowed, pumping my fist. I exchanged Hi-Fives with Alan, then returned to our spots to set ourselves for the next game. We'd blitzed through the first set, winning handily 6-2. Alan's most recent service ace notched this set to 5-3.

The girls huddled together, deep in conversation with their backs turned to us as they planned their next moves on how to come back and beat us. Alan and I were winning handily, and agreed to just keep our current strategy going. I should have known what the girls were planning...

They broke and set themselves, with Nicole getting geared to serve. With every move, she seemed just a little more sexy, her hips wiggling just a bit more. Michelle was the same. She was up front at the net, teasing me and blowing kisses my way, profiling herself against the setting sun to give her assets full advantage over me. The girls were apparently having the same effect on Alan. He returned Nicole's first serve feebly, waffling a forehand deep and wide. The girls switched sides, Nicole retrieved Alan's wayward ball, bending forwards at the waist to pick it up. Her blouse had opened up a few buttons (or she'd opened it a few buttons), showing her deep cleavage pushing out at her sports bra.

As Nicole got set to make her next serve, Michelle simply removed her blouse, leaving her wearing only a sports bra on top. I knew she was blatantly trying to distract me into playing poorly. But I would have none of it. I rocketed my return of Nicole's next serve right at Michelle, hard. I'd actually not put enough spin on the ball, as it flew past her ear, spinning her around and dropping her to the court. The ball flew straight to the back fence, easily out. Drat, we were down 30-love, but I'd shown her that she couldn't just flirt me into losing. On the other hand, seeing her laying on the court, panting, with her skirt bunched up at her hips from when she fell, didn't exactly help my resolve to stay focused.

Nicole managed to serve out the game before we managed to regroup. 5-4. All I had to do was win my service game and we'd emerge victorious. Two well placed first serves quickly put us up 30-love. We were guys, we could overpower them at any time. I must have gotten overconfident smelling victory so close, and promptly double-faulted. But I was not going to let the girls get to me with their head games. The girls huddled again, and this time I noticed my girlfriend up really close to the net, not even set into her stance. Instead, she was whispering something to Alan. I shook my head, focusing on the task at hand, called the score, and launched into my serve. Nicole sliced a backhand return right to Alan, the ball weakly arcing into perfect position for his smash. This would have been great, had he been paying attention. I looked across the net for a moment to see Michelle settling her sports bra back into place. Alan had become unglued for the moment, and Nicole's return lightly bonked him on the head. 

Damn women cheaters.

I collected my teammate, and we set hard to ignore their antics. We were still men. A service ace and I had my revenge on Michelle for flashing her breasts at my teammate. I set up the next serve quickly so they couldn't come up with another distraction and we won the point, the game, and the match. C'mon, the guys can't be beaten by girls.

***

After showering off and cleaning up in the locker room, Alan said he had to bail and took off. I'd driven in with Michelle so I parked my ass on the benches outside the girls locker room, waiting for the girls to get out. A half an hour later, they finally emerged, freshly scrubbed with new makeup and new wardrobes. Michelle was now in jeans so tight they looked sprayed on, Sketchers, and a long V-neck that showed off her upper body assets. Nicole, ever the show off, emerged in heels, miniskirt, and a button-down blouse that seemed a couple sizes too small for her body. It was enough so that the gaps between buttons sort of opened up, giving me tantalizing glimpses of a dark vermillion bra underneath.

"Hey honey, Alan was Nicole's ride, and he took off already, so can we just drop her off at home on the way back?" Originally, Michelle had planned on coming over to my place after the match, but a side detour to the girls' apartment would not be very long. Besides, I would never turn down a request from Michelle for anything. "Sure, why not?"

So we piled into my car and cruised off, arriving at our destination in no time. Nicole hopped out of the back seat and came over to my window, leaning down. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her gorgeous tits were inches from my face. "Thanks for the ride, but why don't you two come inside for awhile? It's not dinner time yet and there's no one inside."

Michelle leaned across me before I could say anything, saying "Sure, that's a good idea. I'm sure we'll find plenty to do to kill some time." She had a funny look on her face, then got out of her seat to lean even further across me. Nicole now had that sparkle in her eye as she leaned into the car, closing her eyes to capture Michelle's mouth with her own. I watched in startled amazement and rapture as my girlfriend's tongue danced an inch in front of my face with her gorgeous teammate. Without breaking her kiss with Nicole, Michelle reached down and grabbed my rapidly rising cock, pumping it to full hardness.

After a few minutes, they finally separated, all three of us breathing hard. Nicole popped open my door. "Let's go."

The girls wrapped arms behind each other's back, giggling as they strode off in front of me up to their apartment. I followed close behind in disbelief that this was all real. After opening the door and slipping inside, they closed the door back on me, leaving it open just a crack. I paused at the threshold, summoning up my courage before pushing the door back open and stepping inside.

They were standing side-by-side waiting for me, Nicole lunging forward to grab my head and press her lips to mine. My lips parted as her tongue dove in to explore the depths of my mouth, my own tongue pushing back against hers. My hands immediately went to her curvaceous ass, my hands slipping underneath the waistband, palming those fleshy mounds of her buttocks. I peeked open my eyes to see Michelle already had her shirt off, her hands reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Nicole reasserted her grip on my head, pulling me back into the kiss with her. She pushed me back against the door, slamming it closed. "You want a show?" 

She stepped back slowly undoing the buttons up the front of her blouse. I watched as Michelle (now completely topless but still in her jeans) slip behind her and unsnap Nicole's strapless bra. Michelle palmed Nicole's bulging tits, pulling the bra down to reveal one of the greatest's busts on campus. Michelle then undid the ties holding up Nicole's skirt, letting it drop into a puddle on the floor. Last came the panties, these, slowly dragged down Nicole's legs until she stepped out of them, leaving her heels still on.

Nicole then turned, still in her shirt and heels, unbuttoning then thrusting her hand down Michelle's jeans. Michelle was quickly moaning at the intrusion as Nicole locked her lips onto Michelle's neck, kissing and sucking and obviously rubbing within the confines of Michelle's jeans. Nicole pushed Michelle farther into the room, backwards until she fell onto the couch. She then got down on her knees, tugging off Michelle's Sketchers, and then her jeans and panties together. Once Michelle was completely naked, she leaned into Michelle's now sopping wet cunt and attacked it with her mouth and tongue. This brought fresh squealing from Michelle's panting mouth, as Nicole used her dextrous tongue against Michelle's little nub. Nicole brought up her arms to palm Michelle's heaving bosom, and the two of them rocked together, Michelle's hands forcing Nicole deeper into her.

All the meanwhile, Nicole had left her ass pointing back at me, and I could see her spread pussy lips in the light. Dropping my own jeans, I strode forward across the room, got down on my knees and grabbed a hold of Nicole's ass. She moaned in anticipation of my entering her, and positioning myself just so, I leaned forward and slid slowly into Nicole's delightful pussy, savoring the feeling as I bottomed out into her.

We set up into an easy rhythm, Nicole's hips thrusting back at me as I pumped in and out. Her lips and tongue sliding up into Michelle and back out again in time with our coupling. Michelle took ahold of Nicole's hands on her tits pushing them against her breasts and directing them to tease her nipples. My own hands reached forward to cup Nicole's tits in my palms, holding onto them to pull her back tighter onto my ramrod. Gradually, as our pleasure increased, we stepped up the pace, my thrusts increasing in tempo and in strength. I had to relocate my hands onto Nicole's hips to hold her to my thrusts. Michelle's legs wrapped around Nicole's head as she neared her orgasm, her hands pushing Nicole's head more tightly to her pussy.

Michelle released first, her moans tumbling out as she gushed her honey onto Nicole's quivering tongue. After lapping up Michelle's juices. Nicole focused her attention on getting herself and me off, her fingers darting to her own clit at our coupling. She stiffened up, then shuddered violently all at once, screaming out her orgasm. On this signal I reached my boiling point and let loose, firing my load into her pussy. She slipped off me and turned around falling to the floor to let my spurting cum splatter over her naked breasts and stomach. Panting, I sank backwards onto the floor, as a recovered Michelle set to licking up every droplet of my cum off of Nicole's body, her hands roaming across Nicole's smooth flesh. She started at the bottom, licking her way up to Nicole's heaving breasts, cleaning her off until Nicole grabbed her head and pulled Michelle into a searing kiss, opening her mouth to taste the mingled flavors of Michelle's and my juices. They lay, leaning against the couch, kissing and caressing each other, then returned to me, with heavy-lidded lust in their eyes.

The two girls pulled me up, then led me back to Nicole's room. Throwing me across her bed, Nicole immediately dove onto my cock, sucking and licking it back to hardness. Then she slid up my body, taking care to make sure her nipples dragged across my skin on the way up, two velvet points cool against my hot chest. She drew herself up to sit on my chest, I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy against me. She took ahold of her own breasts, caressing herself and gyrating slowly to unheard music, her hair tossing about. 

As soon as her ass moved out of the way, Michelle set to finishing Nicole's job of raising me back to full readiness. "It's my turn to feel that inside me." Once satisfied that I was ready, Michelle joined us on the bed and lowered herself onto me. We both heard the slurping sound of my rod spearing straight up into Michelle, as she moaned out her approval of being filled so completely. Nicole turned about, facing Michelle, and lowered her steaming cunt down to my face. I felt nearly suffocated, but such a happy suffocation as I grabbed Nicole's ass and began to eat her out in earnest. Nicole gave little gasps of approval, and leaned forward to embrace Michelle across from her. I watched as we all bounced up and down with the give of Nicole's bed, Nicole's pussy sloshing about my face, grinding herself deeper onto my tongue. Michelle's hips were rising and falling and circling about as I felt like I was fucking inside a washing machine. The two of them continued to caress each other, pawing at each others tits and frenching like there was no tomorrow. 

Since I had just come, I knew I could last a little bit longer. For Nicole on the other hand, it was a matter of male pride to be able to get her to orgasm quickly. I gently bit down on her clit, then snaked a few fingers into her tight snatch. Her hips redoubled their shuddering, and I was rewarded with her sweet nectar pouring out onto my face. I bucked harder into Michelle, and she suddenly stopped her bouncing up and down on my cock to throw her head back and scream her release as well. She toppled off me onto the bed, and I dropped Nicole next to her. I turned and climbed atop her, slamming my cock deep into Nicole's still spasming cunt in one stroke. She gasped at the intrusion, then set to licking her cream off my face as I began to pump her in earnest.

Exhausted, Michelle merely leaned over to kiss Nicole, as she lazily relaxed and watched us go at it. "He's good, isn't he?"

"Oh... oh, fuck, yeah!" were the only words Nicole could make out as I set to make sure my cock carved out every corner of Nicole's pussy. I rested my head against the crook of her neck, wrapping my arms about her torso to hold her tight against my body. I focused all my energy left to my hips, piledriving myself into her body over and over. 

Nicole finally climaxed and her whole body trembled as she felt the wave wash over her. She shuddered, then finally passed out from the pleasure.

So close, but not quite, I pulled out and flopped onto my back. 

"Aww, poor baby." Michelle leaned forward to finish me off, sucking my twitching member deep into her mouth, until I felt myself hit the back of her throat. She sucked in powerfully, and I watched as her cheeks fled inwards to create a powerful suction about my cock. That pushed me over the edge as I released my load deep down her throat. She gagged a bit, but managed to hold it in and swallowed it all down. Sighing, we settled down into the warmth of the bed. I drifted to sleep between these two gorgeous goddesses, a wide smile across my face. Today had been a good day.

***

I awoke in a strange room, in a strange bed. I took a while for the cobwebs to clear from my head, then memory began to trickle back in for me. This was Nicole's room, and I was in her bed. I checked the clock, a cute Minnie Mouse analog clock mounted on the wall, and found that it was late evening. Apparently I had only been asleep for a few hours. Both girls were gone. I rolled out of the bed, and found that someone had brought my clothes into the room. I slid into my shorts, but ignored the shirt for the time being. While I was no body- builder, my chest had enough definition that I could proudly go without a top. I padded over to the door, and stopped just short of twisting the handle when I heard voices fluttering through.

"Please, can't I? He's so much fun!" That was Nicole's silky tones, having turned a bit petulant for this conversation.

"But he's my boyfriend. I'm supposed to keep him for myself." That was Michelle, seeming a little defensive. "I'm afraid I'm going to lose him if I keep letting you screw his brains out."

Okay, this was getting interesting. I tried to remain as still as possible, my ear pressed to the crack in the door. Eavesdropping is wrong, I know. But I couldn't help myself given the conversation.

Nicole had switched to her big-sister-I'm-just-looking-out-for-you voice. "Let me put it this way, if he's the kind of guy who would screw your best friend behind your back, you're better off without him. So let me try to seduce him when you're not around. If he holds up, then you'll know you've found a keeper! If he caves in, well, it's best that you found out sooner than later."

There was a long pause, and finally Michelle sighed. "But I really like this one."

"If he's all that, then you have nothing to worry about, and I get to have my fun!"

"Please, don't steal him from me? Promise?"

"I'll try not to. Okay?"

"Okay. Well, it's getting late and we need to get dinner. I should go wake him now." I heard the creak of a chair being pushed back across the floor, and I made a mad dash back to the bed. I sat down, and dropped my shorts to my ankles.

The door swung open, and Michelle poked her cute face inside. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gave me one of her dazzling smiles when she looked down into my crotch. I had my hands on my shorts, as if I was just pulling them on to get dressed, but I had developed a new erection while listening to the girls discuss seducing me and screwing my brains out. Michelle clucked like a mother hen as she came up next to me, her hand holding my shorts down and preventing me from pulling them on.

"Good morning." I said to her, a sweet a loving expression on my face. It was nine o'clock in the evening, but 'Good morning' seemed appropriate.

"Good morning!" she growled back at me, not sweet or loving, but husky and lusting. With that she dipped her head, engulfing my stiff cock in her mouth, apparently tasting the dried cum from all three of us still caked on it. She pulled up and off me, still holding my stiffness in her hand as she looked directly into my eyes. "Honey, I want you to promise me something."

"Of course."

"Promise me, that you'll never go behind my back. That you're not going to cheat on me. I mean, I know we have some fun with Nicole, but that's when I'm here and I'm encouraging you." She cupped her other hand around my balls, tight enough so I could feel her fingernails. Her voice dropped into a threatening growl. "Swear on your testicles that you won't let me down."

"Michelle, honey." I looked straight into her eyes. "I promise."

She smiled sweetly at me, then helped me slide my shorts on. "Come on, then. I'm hungry." I had some extra clothes I'd left behind in Michelle's room, some nice slacks and a button-down shirt. Michelle loved to dress me, and so we stood in her room while she did the buttons on my shirt.

I looked over Michelle's head, and out the doorway. Nicole was leaning against the wall not ten feet away from us. She too, was wearing a button-down blouse, and from my vantage point she showed me that most of the buttons had come undone, revealing that she wore no bra underneath. She held up a finger, licking it erotically before plunging it into her mouth. She sucked on it visibly, then pulled it out, showing off the wetness still clinging to its surface. Then she opened up the flap of her blouse, revealing a firm breast inside, and rubbed her wet finger all around the nipple.




Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 02



I closed my eyes, then opened them back up only after returning my gaze down to Michelle, who was smiling at me as she finished the final button on my shirt. I ran my own promise through my head as I forced myself to focus on my girlfriend. I risked one last glance at Nicole, who was just now stuffing her tit back into her blouse, giving me a knowing grin. Keeping my promise was going to be tough.

***

Dinner started off smoothly. As it was the weekend, the girls' other roommates were at their respective parents' homes, so Nicole invited herself along, complaining that she couldn't be alone on a Saturday night.

We went to a trendy Hawaiian burger joint, known for a tropical and surfing party atmosphere. There looked to be a 30 minute waiting time to get a table, but Nicole waltzed up to one of the hosts, flirted with him for a few minutes and we soon found ourselves seated at a semi-circle booth meant for four people. I let Michelle slide in first, and then I followed her. Nicole surprised me by sliding in after me instead of on the other side, and I thus found myself sandwiched between the girls.

We ordered and kept up an inane conversation. During any normal meal, people shift a little in their seats, reaching across the table to grab a condiment, or whatever. Usually, after shifting over, they shift back into their original position. Not so with Michelle or Nicole tonight. Every time they shifted towards me on the padded bench, they never shifted back. So as the meal progressed, I found that both of them were gradually coming closer and closer to me. Whenever our waiter would wander by, he would always risk these sidelong glances at us, no doubt jealous of the customer with two beautiful women wrapped around him.

Also, as the meal progressed, I could feel the firm caresses of both girls stroking my legs. From Michelle it was the normal touch of a familiar lover. I myself would stroke her legs under the table from time to time. But Nicole's touch had decidedly taken a turn for the sexual, her hand gliding upwards until she bumped into my crotch none too accidentally. Abandoning any pretense of just being friends, Nicole was now resting her head on my shoulder, her hand in my lap. Nicole had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and it hung open just enough to give me a private view of her deep cleavage.

My head was racing, and I could feel a bead of sweat appearing along my hairline. I glanced over at Michelle, who was just looking at the two of us curiously. Between the soft curve of Nicole's large breasts and her talented hand now working my crotch, I was hard in no time. Looking directly at me, she licked her lips, leaving a wet gloss on her bright red lipstick that glittered in the light.

Michelle was trying to stifle a giggle at my predicament, as if she could see my brain fighting with itself. One the one hand was a devastatingly attractive woman half in my lap doing her best to get me turned on. On the other hand was my promise never to cheat.

Well, since my girlfriend was right here watching me and obviously not moving to interfere, this wouldn't be cheating, right? Or was that my head just trying to rationalize away an excuse so I could pick up Nicole, plant her on her face across the table and start banging into her cunt right here.

Nicole's hand finally let up on my cock, and innocently reached across the table to her drink. She had ordered some creamy Sea Breeze topped with plenty of whipped cream. Her eyes never leaving mine, she took a healthy gulp, and some of it spilled out. She set the frosted mug down, revealing the white strip of a milk moustache on her upper lip. But that wasn't quite what caught my attention. There was also a trail of white cream that dribbled from the corner of her mouth down her dainty chin. With a pouty look she scooped up the milky white cream on a fingertip, and then very obviously began to suck the liquid off of her finger.

I was startled out of my trance by the clatter of breaking glass and porcelain plates. Both Nicole and I broke our locked-eyes to see what the commotion was. Our waiter was standing next to our table, his jaw still dropped as he blinked sharply, trying to regain his senses after apparently losing concentration while watching Nicole's little cream-job. After only a few moments, he realized what had happened and knelt down to begin cleaning up the dishes he had dropped on the floor.

Michelle only giggled more. "I think that's our cue to leave."

***

With their roommates gone, I usually spent the weekends at the girls' apartment. I had logged onto the school's ethernet network and was checking my email and the latest sports news while Michelle puttered about her room gathering her change of clothing. Nicole was taking a shower and Michelle was next.

Football season was in full swing, and I was reading some experts prediction on how tomorrow's games were going to play out. In the corner of my mind I heard the shower switch off. A minute later Nicole had called out "The shower is free!"

Michelle pecked me on the cheek, and then she left the room. Only a few seconds later I heard the door open again. Without turning away from the computer monitor I asked, "You forget something?"

"No, everything I need is right here," a female voice replied, husky and overlaid with layers of sexual overtones. I froze for a moment, that was Nicole's voice.

I heard the soft plop of a towel being dropped to the floor, and then she was in my lap, wearing nothing but a predatory grin on her face. She had dried off, but her hair was still damp and fell straight back behind her head, tight against her scalp. Her prominent tits were then smashed up into my face, my body surging with pleasurable endorphins as it realized I had a perfect pair of breasts within easy reach of my lips.

I could feel a wet spot forming on the crotch of my pants, but it wasn't from me nor from remaining shower moisture. Nicole was straddling both the chair and my legs, and looking down I could easily see the puffy pink of her inner cunt lips poking out from her labia. She was already oozing moisture which dribbled down her thighs and onto my slacks.

"Hey you." Nicole looked at me, hungrily. My body was rigid from surprise at her landing naked in my lap, her intentions rather obvious. "Aww, you look tense." Her strong hands then went to massaging at my shoulders, a motion that caused her prodigious globes to jiggle enticingly before me. Then I heard the shower spray come back on, indicating Michelle's shower had just begun. I looked at the clock on the desk, an antique that Michelle's grandfather had given her long ago. It was a miniature grandfather clock, complete with swinging pendulum and chimes. Right now it read 9:45pm.

Dimly, I recalled that Michelle always took her time in the shower, usually for twenty minutes at least. But was that a good or bad thing? It meant that she wouldn't be walking in to rescue me from her horny roommate for at least twenty minutes. On the other hand, it meant that I had at least twenty minutes to sink my achingly erect dick into this bodacious babe and give her the fucking of her life. I was caught on the edge, my loyalty fighting desperately to keep my hormones in check. Nicole must have seen the war going on behind my eyes, and decided to tilt the balance in her favor.

She gripped my chin forcefully, and then planted her lips on mine. I could feel my defenses crumbling as the soaring pleasure of her lips softly yet firmly mashing against mine shot through my system. The electric burst of her tongue quickly joined in, smashing like a wrecking ball through the hasty defense walls I was throwing up to keep myself in check.

It was a losing battle, and I knew that in a few moments I would abandon any resistance and join Nicole in the fervor of our kiss. Mercifully, she pulled away, leaving me gasping. She seemed to be muttering to herself, a war of her own going on behind her eyes. "Dammit, I promised her I wouldn't steal him."

Those few words that I caught were enough, however, and I steeled my resolve to stay loyal. But then Nicole caught my renewing resistance, and didn't want to let her prize get away. Her hands were underneath my shirt, bunching it up underneath my armpits while she stroked my chest. Her silky, sexy voice was back. "Don't you want me, baby? Don't I turn you on?"

I could only nod fractionally, regretting every muscle twitch that allowed me to agree with her. My eyes drank in her supple curves, the faint echoes of muscles in her flat stomach. The little curve upwards on the undersides of her breasts. And of course that pussy still juicing out of control in my lap.

She looked down as well, her hands falling to the enclosure of my pants. "This is all that separates you from fucking me. Just a twist of cloth and you can be inside this heaven between my legs. Come on, I know you want it, baby."

She deftly opened the clasp of my slacks, and began an agonizingly slow motion drawing my zipper open. I didn't want her to take my pants off, but at the same time I did. In the end I was frozen with indecision, and then she was tugging my slacks down my legs. She planted her feet momentarily, standing up so she could tug my pants down to my ankles. My erection, once freed from my pants, was poking upwards encased in the thin material of my boxers.

Ever so delicately, Nicole slid the flap of my boxers aside and let my hardness out into the cool air. She leaned forwards, trapping my dick along the cleft of her pussy, coating the shaft with her natural lubricants. I watched as her clit poked out from beneath its hood, as hard and engorged as my larger appendage. She trapped the head of me at her clit, and ground herself against it, causing a series of low moans to escape her mouth. She closed her eyes, her lips twisted into an erotic grimace as she continued to pump herself along my shaft.

Her elfin face was flushed almost pink, her pretty eyes drawn tight. She leaned forwards and kissed me firmly, and I felt the last of my resolve draining away. I knew then that we were about to fuck, and I wasn't going to do anything to stop it. Nicole lifted herself up fractionally, reaching one hand down to hold me upright and the other hand to spread her pussy lips wide, ready for my entrance.

 The little grandfather clock on Michelle's desk chimed out, piercing the silence in the room and announcing that it was now 10:00pm. Nicole jerked with the noise, and something in me snapped as well. I suddenly shoved myself away from the desk, sliding the chair away from that temptation between Nicole's legs. Hurriedly, I pulled my shorts up, then fastened together my slacks. Saved by the bell, literally.

Neither Nicole nor I said a word. The moment was lost, our momentum broken. Both of us retreated inside the walls of our loyalty, suppressing the mutual attraction we felt towards each other. She picked up the towel off the floor, wrapping it around her body, self-consciously covering her nakedness. Without another word, she fled out the door, closing it behind her.

I found my gaze lingering on the doorway where she had left. My mind flashed back to the promise I made to Michelle. This was going to be harder than I thought.

NEXT PART 3... 



Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 03



PART 3: Temptation

***

"Tennis lessons? But you're already one of the best Varsity players."

Nicole was standing before me, looking as kawaii cute as possible. Her head was tilted, her eyes wide, a hopeful grin across her face. Her hands were pressed together in a pleading gesture, but trapped against her cheek, only adding to cute effect. "Please? Pretty please? My backhand has been slipping and I only need you to show me the proper stroke. Perhaps you could demonstrate for me?"

"Okay. Sure."

"Great. Tomorrow afternoon then? It's a Saturday, so the team doesn't have practice. Around 3-ish?" She was hopping up and down in excitement.

Sigh. "Okay."

"Thank you!" Nicole leaned up to me, wrapping her arms behind my neck in a warm hug, then planted a fat kiss directly on my lips. When she bounced back down, her eyes were lit up like Christmas lights, and then she left, waving good-bye as she skipped off towards her apartment complex.

Sigh. It had been a full week since I'd promised my girlfriend, Michelle, to never cheat on her, to never sneak around behind her back. A full week of Nicole shamelessly flirting with me and dropping little sexual innuendoes, working as hard as she could to make me stray. It didn't help that over the course of my relationship with Michelle, Nicole had joined us on a couple occasions for some extremely torrid threesomes. Those had let me taste Nicole's delectable flesh, but I was forbidden from pursuing my attraction towards the gorgeous roommate any other time.

I looked out across the sidewalk. Nicole was still cheerily skipping along home, her tight ass cheerily bouncing along with her. Sigh. If only she didn't have such a gorgeous ass.

***

This was not the position I wanted to be in. My erection was straining at the fabric of my boxer shorts, and if anyone could see my crotch they would notice the sizeable dent there. Not helping matters was how Nicole's perfect ass kept wriggling against me. At this moment, my dick was pointing straight up, and I could feel that it was currently sandwiched in the cleft between Nicole's tight cheeks. She molded herself back at me, her ass caressing me with her every move. Her white blouse was fairly wet and nearly transparent by now. Some of the moisture on the blouse was from sweat. Most of it was from her now-empty water bottle, which Nicole had dumped over her own head to cool off. Underneath this see-through blouse was an equally thin and see-through bra, not the black sports bra she usually wore for this sort of thing, but a lacy Victoria's Secret model. I held her wrapped in my arms, my cock pressed against her ass, staring at her fabulous rack, her hard nipples poking out through the material. This was not the position I wanted to be in.

But I held her steady, twisting the racket in her hands as I readied for the school's ball machine to feed us another slow groundstroke. When it came, I moved my arms with hers, holding her wrists at the appropriate angle to smack an appropriate backhand. We continued for a few more shots, and then I let her go to hit the ball on her own. It took her two or three shots to get used to not having my hands on the racket as well, but then she was blasting beautiful cross-court and down-the-line backhands at will.

"See, it was just in your wrist. You were dropping it and attacking the ball at the wrong angle." I felt satisfied, having found the error in her stroke. Tennis stroke that is, I had never found any reason to complain about her other forms of stroking. She kept firing shot after shot, while I paced around and offered the occasional blurb of advice.

When the machine ran out of ammo, Nicole turned to me, beaming with a wide smile on her face. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips and pressing her nose to mine, giggling.

I held her for a moment, my body reacting but my brain remininding myself that she was not my girlfriend. She leaned forwards and gave me a peck on the lips before I recovered enough to set her down. "Thank you! Now there's no way I'll lose next Monday!"

She hopped down, spinning around to face her bag. This motion caused her short skirt to flare up, giving me a glimpse of her innocent white panties. I wished for the millionth time that Michelle was nearby. Nicole was setting off hormones in my body left and right. Over the past week, I had been able to take out my sexual energy on my girlfriend, who was more than happy to alleviate my sexual tension. After the past hour and a half of Nicole wrapping me around her little finger, an enthusiastic romp with Michelle would feel really, really good.

But Michelle was not nearby, and would not be nearby until Monday. She had returned to her parents home for the weekend, and I was not allowed to come. With traditional Asian parents, even if they're not going to force you into an arranged marriage, bringing a boyfriend home pretty much announces to the whole family that you're going to marry him soon. And Michelle and I were nowhere near that level just yet. I understood. My parents were exactly the same.

Still, I had plenty of memories with Michelle, and a few glimpses of Nicole burned into my brain to find other ways of relieving the pressure still trapped in my dick. To add to my mental collection, Nicole turned around to face me, the transparency of her blouse and bra becoming even more apparent. The thin material was clinging to her every curve, proving to the world that Nicole had large, firm, round orbs that would be the subjects of envy of any person with two X-chromosomes who saw her. My mouth watered as I tried not to stare at the hard nubs of her nipples poking forwards.

"Well, a good lesson, Nicole," I managed to grunt out. "I'll see you Monday at the match." I always attended the women's home matches out of support for Michelle.

"Actually, I'll see you tonight! I promised Michelle that I'd make sure you got a healthy dinner while she was gone. I just have to take a shower. You know, clean off the sweat and grime from every little corner of my body." She was running her hands over her own skin, actually tweaking her own nipples right in front of me. "I'll see you later!"

And she turned around, skipping towards her car. I started breathing again when she got to a safe distance away, doing my damndest to force the naughty visions out of my brain. I risked another glance towards her departing form. Sigh. Really, this would be so much easier if only she didn't have such a gorgeous ass.

***

Nicole returned to my apartment in the evening. One of my roommates let her in, and he yelled at me to come out. I was in the midst of some homework, and yelled back that I would be out in a minute. Finishing up the last problem, I came out to find her chatting amiably with my roommate, who was going about his usual clumsy efforts to try and flirt with her. She had switched to a short summer dress, despite the cool air of the evening, her bust proudly jutting upwards and begging for attention. He never could resist a bodacious rack. Nicole was gamely responding back, giggling in all of the right places. But when I emerged from my bedroom, she gave me a "come help me" look, and I told Tim to get lost.

He looked a little put out, but disappeared out the front door, muttering that he was going to go get himself some dinner with other friends. "Friends who help a guy out instead of shooting him down," he muttered.

When he left, Nicole thanked me, and then the two of us set about unpacking the various items she had brought for dinner. She tried to shoo me away more than once, but I figured that helping her was the least I could do since she was cooking me dinner.

We ate a hearty meal, and then while I washed the dishes, Nicole began to peruse my movie collection. She announced that she had no other plans for the night, and was hoping I'd let her hang out with me for the evening. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed. She selected an Action movie, popped it into the player, and then settled onto the couch. I finished with the dishes just after the opening credits, and then dimmed the lights and returned to the living room. I made to sit in one of the side chairs, but Nicole whined at me until I sat next to her on the couch.

For the first twenty minutes, she never did anything more than lean against me and rest her hand on my leg. A little further into the movie, a rather well- built woman was introduced, of course wearing next to nothing and doing her best to be the sexy sidekick. Her rather dramatic entrance, specifically designed by the studio to turn male heads, had the expected result on me and I could feel my shorts get just a bit tighter.

At this point, Nicole invited herself into my lap, lifting up the back of her dress so that only her ultra-thin panties separated me from her bare ass. I said nothing, and instead tried to focus on the movie. She turned so that both her legs rested on the couch on my left, her shoes lost on the floor somewhere. She leaned in against my chest, her head against my shoulder as she watched the movie in silence.

Unable to stifle the impulse, I glanced down to see her full bosom only inches from my face, a downward view which allowed me to see all the way down between the deep valley of her cleavage. I small groan escaped my mouth, and could see the hint of a satisfied smile tugging at Nicole's lips.

We came to the point where our hero and his sexy sidekick found some quiet time to get undressed. The love scene was a long one, filled with the torturously brief images of nubile female flesh, as much as they could get away with while maintaining a decent rating.

Nicole was squirming in my lap as we watched this, and I could feel my dick coming up to full mast. The actress let out a breathy moan, the light sheen of sweat starting to appear on her golden skin. Nicole let out a moan of her own, biting down sexily on her lip as we continued to watch the lovers on screen. She was fanning herself with her free right hand, as if trying to cool herself off from the built-up heat of arousal. Her left arm had snaked behind my shoulders and now tightened around my neck.

Nicole paused the movie, freeze framing the on-screen couple just as they were about to achieve penetration. She turned to me, heady lust blazing in her eyes. She brought her face up closely to mine, tugging on the back of my neck, her lips pursing for a kiss. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to lean forward and capture her lips with mine, and I indeed felt my head tilting forwards. But I stopped up short, and turned my head back to the movie.

Nicole let out a dejected whimper, and unwrapping her arm from behind me, unpaused the movie. We watched in silence as our hero continued to make love to the heroine, and Nicole kept squirming in my lap, her delectable ass grinding against my hard-on. I found my attention drawn away from the screen, however, when Nicole began to shrug the thin straps of her dress off of her shoulders, along with the straps of her bra, slipping her arms completely out of them.

She didn't look at me for one second, focusing instead on the television and the images playing out across it. She began to touch herself, caressing the smooth skin of her neck and across her upper chest. I found that I had lost interest almost completely in the movie, and was only watching her. She slid the dress further down her torso, until it was bunched up about her waist. Without the shoulder strap support, her heavy boobs threatened to overwhelm her bra. I watched as they bounced with her every movement, my attention completely arrested on the bare skin before me.

Apparently, the love scene ended, and Nicole stopped the movie altogether, turning her head around once again to face me. Looking straight into my eyes, she reached back and deftly undid the clasp of her bra. I had to break eye contact with her at that point, and could only watch in raptured amazement as her bra fell off her body, revealing those firm globes in all their glory.

Still grinding against my erection, Nicole reached a hand between us and opened the clasp to my jeans, followed shortly by slowly dragging my zipper open. Her hand then reached inside, getting a firm grip on my erection. My brain screamed out for me to stop her. This was my girlfriend's best friend. And I promised not to cheat. But I wasn't cheating yet, right? I had made no moves to touch her.

After giving my cock a few firm pumps, she drew her hands back, lifting up the folds of her skirt. Meanwhile, she leaned to the side, crushing one bare breast against my chest, the velvet point of her nipple dragging across my pecs. Her hand ducked under the skirt, revealing another pair of innocent white lace panties. Pulling the cloth to the side, she showed off her completely shaven pussy, already soaking wet with her excitement. I watched as she rubbed at herself, breathing heavily and whimpering as she thrust a finger inside of her juicing box.

I moaned with anticipation at the sight of her doing this, even more so when she withdrew the soaking finger and sucked it into her mouth. My brain was screaming at me to end this torture, one way or another. I would push her away, or I would flip her over and fuck her until she saw stars.

Nicole seemed to see the confusion in my eyes and apparently decided to make my decision for me. She slipped a hand to my boxers once again, this time tugging my painfully rigid dick through the opening. She pulled it upright, and pressed the head against her wet pussy. The resulting sensation rushing through my head pushed me over the edge, and I had made my decision.

The hard determination in my eyes signaled to Nicole, and she smiled happily, pressing my other head into her moist gash. But the head barely popped in, and would budge no further. I had decided for loyalty, and had gotten a firm grip on my own dick with my other hand, underneath her leg, my thumb now bumping against her ass and preventing me from sinking any further in.

"Nicole, I think you should get dressed."

She sighed, resignedly. "You really do love her don't you. I've tried everything, and I can't quite get you there."

"No, you can't. And I won't."

She nodded, then reached over to retrieve her bra while I stuffed my monster back into my jeans. I had just zipped up when the door popped open, a visibly shocked Tim standing in the doorway.

Nicole turned in surprise, her arms instinctively coming up to cover her nakedness.

"Dude! Uh, I'm sorry!" Tim just stood there, muttering apologies while his eyes were still riveted on the half-naked woman sitting in my lap. He was frozen in place, obviously trying to exit gracefully and simultaneously ogle every inch he could. At last he just stepped back out the doorway and closed the front door again.

Nicole turned to me, a grin on her face. "It's just as well that we weren't fucking when he walked in." She got dressed, then settled back into the couch. "Will you still finish the movie with me?"

"Sure. But I'm going to sit on the chair over there."

***

Sunday morning, Michelle finally called. We exchanged the usual lovey-dovey comments and pleasantries, then she asked a question I never expected to hear. "Do you want to come up to my house?"

I froze for a moment, sudden fear of commitment shooting through my spine. I wasn't planning on getting engaged after a few months of dating. "Uh, well..."

"No, silly. My parents left for the whole day to visit my aunt, and I've got the whole house to myself. We've got a nice pool in the backyard. Maybe we can go skinny-dipping!"

A little naughty play with my girlfriend sounded like a great idea. I got directions, and quickly got ready. After an hour's drive, I pulled up to your typical suburban family home. White picket fence, Volvo in the garage, etc.

Michelle let me in with a big, juicy kiss. Damn I missed her. She gave me the dime tour before leading me into their backyard. It was a decent-sized private pool out back, guarded by high fences on all sides to ensure privacy. Despite her allusions to skinny-dipping, I brought along a pair of swim trunks anyways. We quickly changed, with Michelle in peach bikini, high cut on the thighs to show off her great legs. Her firm breasts were mashed together and up from the scoop cut bikini top.

When she emerged from her room, my jaw dropped open as I ogled her shamelessly. She took in my gaze and giggled. "You miss me, honey?"

"More than you'll ever know."

"And how about Nicole? Did she keep you, uh, company?"

There was something in the way Michelle stressed the word "company." It was that little knowing question to which she already knew the answer. The truth came easily. "Uh, yeah. She made me dinner, I gave her some tennis lessons. But we didn't cross the line."

Michelle was beaming at me. "I know. I talked to her last night. God I wish I was there to see the look on your face. But I'm happy knowing you wouldn't screw her behind my back."

"Of course not."

"But then, if I'm here right now, it wouldn't be behind my back, right?"

Where was she going with this? "Uh, I guess so." This could be interesting.

Nicole chose that moment to emerge from Michelle's room, clad only in a barely- there pastel blue bikini. The top had a halter tie with the big loops of her bow clearly visible behind her neck. Not that I was looking at her neck, because the top was two tiny triangles that covered barely more than her nipples. A thin string about her waist held up the thin strip of cloth over her shaved pussy, running down to another string that split the cleft of her buttcheeks. There could not be more than 3 square inches of fabric in the whole ensemble, proving that she possessed a flawless body. "Hey you."

This could be very interesting indeed.

"I called and invited Nicole up right before I called you. She beat you here by ten minutes." Michelle was then tugging on my arm. "Let's go swimming, and then I'll have to get out of my wet clothes."

At the last moment, I picked Michelle up into my arms and jumped into the cold water. She was screeching in my ear as we splashed down, holding onto me for dear life. Nicole slipped in a little more sedately, gliding down the steps. I loved how the cold water made all sets of nipples come to attention. The three of us splashed around for a few minutes, chatting and making suggestive comments. I was about in the middle of the pool and Michelle sidled up next to me, her jet black hair slicked back against her scalp. "Hey there loverboy."

She wrapped her arms about my neck, pulling me tight and into a searing kiss. I was really getting into it when I felt a sharp tug at my waistline. Michelle maintained her tight grip about my head, holding me while I flailed off balance, my feet losing traction of the pool bottom and floating up as my shorts were yanked down my legs and off of me, displaying my birthday suit in all its glory.

I finally freed myself of Michelle to find Nicole flinging my suit over the side and towards the deck chairs. Eager to get my revenge I set my feet and sprang after her as she turned away, a mad dash to the edge of the pool. She had just reached the wall and was frantically pulling herself out of the water when I caught up to her, but rather than grabbing her my hands went to the sides of her thong bikini bottoms, returning the favor of sliding them off as she tried to escape. Startled, she turned about back to face me and fell back into the pool, and I decided to do a little teasing of my own.

As she sunk back into the pool, two of my fingers snaked into her pussy, causing her to shiver at the sudden intrusion. My thumb quickly found her clit, and she was panting into my ear and doubled over before she even realized what had happened to her. Nicole held on tightly to my shoulders as my fingers pistoned in and out of her, causing a fresh set of moans to roll out of her mouth. I leaned down to nibble on her graceful neck, leaning and pressing her back against the wall. It's not cheating if Michelle is here and approving it, right? 




Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 03



As if to affirm that thought, Michelle had reached us and was not about to be let out of the fun. I felt the firm orbs of her bare breasts pressing into my back, as she had already "slipped out of her wet clothes." Her hand slipped around my waist to test the hardness of my cock, and her head dipped past my shoulder to capture Nicole's mouth with her own. When I turned my head I could see their tongues dancing in the air.

Michelle reached past me behind Nicole's neck and gently undid the knot holding Nicole's top up, and finally all three of us were naked. She once again tested my hardness, then broke her kiss with Nicole and whispered, "He's ready for you." In that moment, my fingers left her spasming pussy and in one fluid motion, I replaced them with my dick. My first thrust pinned Nicole's hips back against the pool wall, and my hands reached down to scoop up her ass and lift her a bit higher. Days upon days of teasing spiked the adrenaline in my body as I was finally fucking my girlfriend's roommate. Nicole's upper body raised above the water, and she was able to get her elbows to support her on the pool deck. I reveled in the water cascading down her bosom, and leaned my head forward to lap at her heaving breasts. 

Nicole's legs were locked in a vise about my waist as I thrust into her over and over and over again. My hands shifted their grip on her butt cheeks, and one of my pinky fingers drifted over the rosebud of her asshole. She squirmed in eager anticipation and gyrated her hips with more energy, seemingly trying to capture my fingers with her ass. I sensed this and took my index finger, pressing it tightly against her crack until it finally slipped in. Nicole shuddered when it entered her and screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on me and forcing me to lose it right then. She was sloshing about causing the water to foam at our hips as I pumped and pumped and pumped my load into Nicole's spasming box, the tension of her long hours of teasing draining out of me with every shot.

"Oh, that was amazing..." She managed to gasp out when she'd recovered, then grabbed my head and sucked me into a powerful kiss, diving her tongue down my throat. I was still embedded in this hot babe, and when she broke the kiss, looked deep into my eyes and told me "I've been wanting to do that so bad!" Regrettably, she pulled herself off me at this point, lifting herself out of the water and lying back against a lounge chair. Michelle also got out of the water, and glided across the pool deck to Nicole, where, after placing a couple of towels down for her knees, she leaned forwards to taste Nicole's and my post- coital nectar.

Not one to let an opportunity pass by, I followed the girls out of the water. I loved the naked wet look the both of them were currently sporting. There is something amazingly sexy about jet black hair plastered back against a woman's scalp when wet. Michelle was preoccupied with eating out her friend, but her hips squirmed in anticipation when my re-energized cock bumped against her butt. Grasping my girlfriend's hips just so, I slowly eased my way into her extremely wet cunt.

Michelle had to pause momentarily in her ministrations to Nicole as she savored the feeling of my rod slowly impaling her, it had been a while, and then we settled into a practiced rhythm of fucking. We took it slowly, I was working on settling myself down after Nicole's amazing ride in the pool, and she was determined to get Nicole to another orgasm quickly. Her head was bobbing up and down, teasing the folds of Nicole's pussy as only a woman would know. For her part, Nicole was moaning loud enough for the neighbor's to surely hear. Her own hands were roaming across her body, caressing her own heaving breasts, tweaking the nipples, and pushing Michelle's head tighter against her cunt. Without warning, Nicole was vibrating and her back arched into the air, flooding her friend's mouth with her girlcum.

With Michelle's task momentarily completed, I turned my attention to her pleasure. My fingers snaked to her open pussy lips as my thrusting became more and more powerful. But Michelle had ideas of her own.

"Deeper, honey! Fuck me harder, deeper!"

Nicole moved herself off of the chair, and Michelle displayed amazing flexibility by turning over and kicking her leg over my head without letting my shaft pull out of her. Then she lay down on her back and lifted her legs straight into the air. I leaned forwards to once again bury myself all the way in her cunt as her feet hooked over my shoulders and crossed behind my neck, effectively pinning me into her. Michelle gasped at the feeling as our desperate fucking continued. Our combined bodies pumped up and down with the springiness of the lounge chair webbing.

Nicole meanwhile had recovered herself and lowered the back of the chair to a flat position, then straddling the chair and facing back to me, lowered her still steaming cunt to Michelle's gaping mouth. I watched the powerful muscles she needed to get through long tennis matches now put to use in lifting and lowering her body over her friend's head, her hands supporting themselves by grasping and rubbing Michelle's bosom.

In the midst of our pleasure, Nicole leaned forward to capture my own panting mouth, her tongue plunging deep into mine. From the sheer amount of pleasure I'd received from these two gorgeous babes, I could feel my control slipping. Nicole, still reeling from two previous orgasms came first, breaking off our kiss to arch her neck back and moan out her release. My pounding into Michelle became urgent as my rod mercilessly rammed her sensitive mound, and once free of Nicole's cunt she gasped and shrieked out her own joygasm.

My male pride now sated in that my lovers had achieved orgasm, I roared out my own release, pulling out of Michelle and letting the jets of my cum fly out to splatter first on Nicole's heaving breasts, then as I lost power, splatter onto Michelle beneath me.

None of us moved nor said anything for a moment, simply catching our breath. Then Michelle broke the spell standing up to kiss me. "We're all sticky. Time to get back into the water and start over again."

***

By the end of the academic year, the Varsity Banquet had arrived, and the members from both men's and women's tennis teams met up at Ye Old Pasta Factory for a celebration of the year's achievements. Michelle and I enjoyed the regular sex that dating provides, but we unfortunately had no further encounters with Nicole. We still flirted every time we saw each other, but our blazing lust for each other had apparently been sated. But she had been dropping little hints leading up to tonight's banquet, and I knew that something fun was going to happen tonight.

Michelle wore a stylish black pantsuit with a pastel blue blouse, over some very nice shiny black heels she had apparently recently purchased. In the car, she'd whispered to me that they had the straps that criss-crossed up her ankles (I love those).

Just as we were getting seated at the restaurant, the chair on the other side of me was pulled out and I was treated to the vision of Nicole sliding in, having to bend over at the waist to sit down and shoving her chest into my face. She had a low scoop tank top on, with a loosely open white blouse over it, and the ever-present black miniskirt to show off her legs.

The six long tables were oriented into a large rectangle for this occasion, with all of the chairs going around the outside. The various coaches would stand in the center and give their speeches praising the team accomplishments as well as presenting the team awards. The girls and I were at one of the ends that only sat 4 people. The men's head coach ended up sitting in the fourth chair, and it was his turn to speak.

The whole night Michelle had her hand on my thigh, rubbing it absentmindedly. But now that the coach had gotten up, there was no one on our side of the table who could see where her hand was. At this point, her hand slipped to my fly, zipping it down and working efficiently to extract my still soft tool from my boxers. The cool air and the suddenness of her hand however had it rising quickly.

Fortunately my coach rambled on about this and that, telling a long story about a big victory against our rival school. The whole time he spoke, Michelle's hand was stroking me, and all my energy was focused on keeping a straight face. I heard a clatter next to me, and turned to see Nicole with her hand over her mouth, saying "Sorry, I dropped my knife."

She stooped down, ducking her head underneath the table so she could apparently see where it had dropped, and then I suddenly felt her warm and wet tongue upon my stiff member. It was all I could do not to groan. But there was only so long an excuse like a dropped knife would last, and my vixen of a friend quickly uprighted herself into her chair.

Michelle was still stroking away and I could feel my balls tightening. She patted my head with a napkin before the beads of sweat dotting my forehead began to drip into my face. Then suddenly, the coach was talking about me and coming over to present me with a trophy for the Coach's Award. I'd played well and really shepherded along some of the younger players this year and it was a great honor. The only problem was that this award brought everybody's attention directly to me, and Michelle didn't appear to be interested in letting up on my dick.

I surreptitiously grabbed a napkin and slipped it under the table. And as the coach still sang my praises I felt the rush pouring out of me. I grunted quietly, clenching my teeth to keep my mouth closed and spurted into the waiting napkin, only hoping that no one noticed anything out of the ordinary. After a few moments, the coach was done, and I was done, and I was giving Michelle a dirty look. Both she and Nicole had the sweetest smiles on their faces.

The ceremonial part of the banquet came to a close, and dinner was finished shortly afterwards. The coaches excused themselves to head home, knowing that the players would loosen up and enjoy themselves more without "adult" supervision.

I welcomed the various "congratulations" from teammates and kept up the chit chat with everyone. Of course, Michelle never strayed too far away from me and took various moments to whisper her plans for me once we got home from the banquet.

Alan, the top player on the team, eventually made his way over to us. Nicole had been flirting with him non-stop since the end of the banquet, and she was hanging onto his arm right this moment. "Hey guys, the season is over and tomorrow is a free Saturday. How about a rematch from our doubles game?"

Michelle had a funny grin on her face, the one she usually had whenever she was about to pounce on me. I looked over at Nicole, who shared the same wolfish grin. At my glance, she schooled her features into a wide-eyed expression of innocence. "C'mon! It's just a little tennis match!"

I thought back to what had happened to me the last time I played in a little tennis match... Smiling, I looked right back at Alan. If only he knew what fun he was about to have.

"Sure, just a little doubles match!"

-THE END-