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Heat of Tennis

By: LolitasLegacy



A bead of sweat dripped slowly down his forehead, down his cheek, his chin, to the ground, glistening all the way. His shirt was essentially doused. God, look at those quads; look at that lovely, tanned physique. Brook's mouth watered a little. 

She felt as if every eye was on her, watching her watching him. She knew it was a little neurotic, but she felt as though she would be caught staring at him and then, well then, everyone would know. She had had a crush on him since he was teaching her tennis at 10. Now, she was still so much younger than he was, but at least she was legal. 

It might have been her hoping a little too much but she felt like he was always flirting with her. Maybe he was just a flirt. Maybe he was just being nice and she was misconstruing it all completely. He turned at her, looked intensely back at her and winked. He then fell back in to determined, hard-core tennis player mode. No, she definitely wasn't imagining it.

Brook was actually a little jealous about the tennis game. He was giving it every ounce of his attention, his focus, and his total physical abilities. She wanted that. She didn't know what she would do with it once she had it, but she wanted it.

She watched the game intently trying to feign interest in the tennis and not in the player. She was really just waiting for the game to end so she could go give Will a hard time. She didn't really want to give him a hard time, she wanted to give him a hard on, but that was WAY out her comfort zone. She wished it weren't.

She really wasn't sure what type of girls he was into. Much to her pleasure, she had never seen him with a girl in any other capacity than coach. She noticed that the small crowd around her began standing. She was so lost in thought she didn't even realize that the game was finally over and will was walking straight towards her.

"Hey, so who won?"

Ah shit. She should have paid more attention. Now she definitely was going to look like she didn't like him. How could she not pay attention? She'd just play it off. 

"Well, I dunno. I think you won, but I really wasn't all that interested."

"Lucky guess, and I saw you starin' the whole game, your were totally interested." He winked again and made a face like he knew exactly why she was staring. But, she had tried so hard to not show anything towards him. Was she that transparent? Did he possibly know that he made her blood boil and that every day she didn't see him, she was just waiting for another tennis practice to see him?

She was getting flustered with him standing there, breathing hard, sweat on his forehead. "Brook? You're staring again. I'm gonna start thinking you're in love."

Jesus christ, did he have to bring it up like that? Like it was a joke. She felt her cheeks burning red. "You wish. Anyway, good game. You didn't trip or anything, it was really amazing."

He snorted a chuckle out. "Thanks sweetie. It's damn hot out isn't? You wanna go take a swim in the pool with me?"

"I, uh, I dunno." She was more than a little anxious about stripping down into a bathing suit in front of him. But, she also saw potential. Maybe, if she could just step out of her shell and go swimming with him, maybe, something would happen. "I guess I'll go."

"Great, I'll see you in ten."

She rushed to the locker room. Thoughts were pouring through her head like water. Were coach-student relations not allowed? Did he want her to come swimming because he liked her? Was he just being friendly? She was so excited her stomach was tying in knots. Quickly she changed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked okay she thought. She let down her hair; that looked a lot better. She self-consciously wrapped a towel around her waist, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

He was already in the water leaning against the side of the pool with his head back and his eyes closed. She stood in the sun, squinting down at him, not sure what to do. She almost wanted to turn back, but it was too late now. She looked down at his face. He was gorgeous. Tan, dark brown hair, when they were open, dark brown eyes; intense eyes.

He opened his eyes and for a breath moment there was nothing but them. He looked right at her and she at him. There was a sudden intimacy that caused Brook to blush and quickly look away, and then the moment was gone.

"Well, are you just gonna keep standing there, gawking, or are you gonna get it. It's not cold, don't be a sissy."

"Oh shut it, I just got here, gimme a break."

She smiled inwardly, unwrapped the towel and laid it on a chair. She turned around to catch his gaze. He literally looked her up then down. She felt nearly naked the way her looked at her. She walked over to the steps and slowly descended into the water.

"Oh christ, come on you pansy, get in the water or I'll have to make you."

Well that was incentive to take her sweet time. The thought of his hands on her, no matter what the context made her feel a heat between her legs that she wasn't even ready to acknowledge. She stopped on the third step and shivered in pretense.

He waded over to her with a sly smile on his face. She knew she was going to get exactly what she wanted. He stopped right in front of her, so close she could smell him. He smelled slightly of sweat but there was a manly, virile scent also emanating from him. She was so hot at that moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Are you gonna make me use force, young lady?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she sniffed. She turned up her nose and continued to ever so slowly get into the water. 

In a blinding instant, he had his large hands encircled around her waste. He threw her, as though she weighed nothing, over his shoulder and made his walk to the deeper waters.

"What are you doing?! This is completely uncivilized! Put me down you big buffoon!" She talked like she was mad but his touch was secretly sending electric through her entire body. And that fake writhing she was doing to try to get out of his grip was only adding to her thrill. She squealed out of delight as he plucked her off his should and threw her into the water.

She knew just how to play this angle. She came up gasping for air and made a face that said "of course you know, this means war!" She swam over to him and jumped on his back. She wrapped her legs around him tightly. 

"Oooo, I like this fighting tactic."

Brook recoiled in embarrassment. How could he call her out like that and destroy the pretense that was allowing her a little freedom. She turned away from him, she didn't want him to see how totally embarrassed she was. 

"Hey hey, where ya goin'?"

"Sorry, I just got a little too into fightin' ya is all." She wanted to melt away. How completely mortifying.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. He pulled her back and threw her over his shoulder again. This time he gave her butt a little smack and she yelped in shock. She was bursting inside. She felt like she couldn't handle much more before she popped. 

"Now, see what happens when you act ridiculously?"

"Bite me!"

He smacked her butt again, this time slightly harder. It stung a little and this time she yelped again but from the pain.

"I like your girly little scream thing you got goin' on."

He smacked her butt again and again she yelped. This time, all she felt was pleasure suffusing through her body.

"You touch my ass again and you'll have a sexual harassment suit on your hands!"

"Hush, girl!" He slapped her ass again but allowed his hand to stay firmly upon her butt cheek. "Now, you can have your harassment suit." 

He continued to move his hand over her ass. She loved the sensation but she was also extremely out of her comfort zone. She tried to get out his lock in earnest now. She definitely wasn't used to this attention from him. She managed to get off of his shoulder and stared at him incredulously.

"Where the hell did is this delinquent behavior coming from?"

He gave sheepish smile and shrugged. "I have no idea what you are talking about." He gave her a mischievous smile and sunk real low in the water as he glided towards her.

"Oh, no you don't," she giggled as she tried to paddle away. But, he was much too quick for her and overtook her easily. He grabbed her waist again and pulled her close. She gasped when she felt a hardness brush against her inner thigh. Was he this excited over her? She felt an overwhelming yearning for him but wasn't ready for all this. She wasn't prepared for him manhandling her, though she did like it.

He held her right where she was. She wasn't sure if he felt uncomfortable, but she did, as they looked each other in the face. She could still feel that hard pressure against her leg. He was looking intently at her, and then suddenly, let her go. He turned away and swam towards the other end of the pool.

"Will, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

He turned and looked at her, his brows furrowed. "How old are you?"

"Um, nineteen. Why?"

"Nothin'. Look I just realized that I gotta go. I'll see ya later."

With that he easily and gracefully pulled himself out of the water. Walked to the men's locker room and grabbed his towel on the way. Brook was left there utterly surprised and utterly disappointed. Though it had been moving too fast, it was moving. She may not have been ready for the intensity, but in this case too much was better than nothing at all.

She sat in the pool for a while longer and pondered what to do now. It was obvious he was attracted to her. He couldn't hide that. Maybe, he sensed that she was apprehensive and then realizing her youth linked the two and decided she was too young. She hated the words "too young." It made her skin boil. She may have been young, but she knew that she was capable of anything. Sitting in the pool, stewing in her juices, she managed to brood some intense motivation. She would make her move at the next tennis lesson. She had to get over her own trepidation; it would do nothing but hinder her. So it was a plan, she would make her move. 

...............................................

Brook arrived with the worst kind of butterflies in her stomach. She wondered if he had thought about her at all. Would he have thought of her when he was in bed? Her stomach was turning. She was so nervous that she felt near to throwing-up. It would be impossible to practice tennis in this form. She walked out to the tennis courts and looked around for Will. 

There she saw him at the far court re-wrapping his racquet's handle. She walked over, trying her best to build confidence. "You can do this Brook. He's attracted to you; he just needs to see you want him back. Don't be shy. Don't be shy. Don't be shy."

"Hey Brook. Whatcha whispering to yourself?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just uh..." here's a good opportunity, give it a try she thought to herself, "I was thinking about asking you something."

He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, which only made this more difficult for her. She was so scared she would make a complete fool of herself. But, after that momentous encounter in the pool, she couldn't pull back now and let him slip away. 

"I wanted to know..." come on Brook, ask him out, "if..." don't be a little girl, go get what you want, "...my forehand was improving." God Brook, you're such a moron, she chastised.

He gave her a little smile and nodded. "But you gotta keep workin' it. Practice makes perfect and all that." He looked her up and down, "You got the tools, you just need to make use of them." At that he went to one side of the court and following suit, she walked to the other side. 

It was a grueling practice. Was he mad? He worked her till she nearly collapsed. She was worn out and could hardly think straight. She sat and let her legs rest as he walked over to her. "You okay?" Will sat beside her.

"Yeah, I'm alright, you really worked me hard today. My thighs are so sore."

Brook rested her head against the backrest and closed her eyes to focus better on breathing. Her eyes flew open when she felt hands massaging her thighs. She looked at Will and he was intently staring at legs while he kneaded with his hands. Too tired to fight against it, she let out a soft moan and again laid back her head.

"Does that feel okay?"

She opened her eyes to look at him and was shocked to see lust flowing from his eyes. She gulped a little and moaned again in assent. He moved over to her other thigh and in doing so leaned over her. She breathed in his scent. He smelled wonderful to her. She wasn't going to let this be a repeat of last time. She was going to try her best to take charge or at least enjoy him instead of push him away.

"God, Will, that feels absolutely wonderful..." just take a breath, she thought, "I think we should go for a swim and you could do my shoulders."

Will coughed a little, "Uh, yeah, if a girl needs her shoulders rubbed after I wear her out, then that is what she needs."

"Okay, then I will meet you there in like ten?"

"Definitely."

Thrilled, Brook leaped up and giggled. It was quite relieving that she didn't make a fool out of herself and she also managed to get what she wanted. When out of eyeshot, she nearly sprinted to the locker room and changed with all haste. She changed quickly, looked at herself in the mirror and decided she was as ready as she'd ever be.

She skipped out to the pool and looked at Will, once again already there, in almost a triumphant manner. He laughed at her giddiness, which completely spurred her on. 

"You'd better not welch on my back rub."

"Oh, no ma'am. Wouldn't dream of it."

She glided down the steps into the pool, over to him and turned around in front of him. Without warning, he pulled her back against him and rubbed her shoulders. He felt is chest against her back and then felt a familiar heat taking over her. He didn't just stop at her shoulders either, he massaged down her arms, along her collarbone, ever so close to her breasts. She moaned in ecstasy. 

She laid her head back against his chest, next to his head. She could hear his static breathing in her ear. It turned her on to know she was affecting him in such a way. Then, she felt the tell tale sign of his desire and got goose bumps.

"You cold, little one? He lightly left a warm kiss on her outstretched neck, which was followed by more intense goose bumps. Her throat was dry and she had not clue what to say. She wanted to turn around, she wanted to rub her hands all over him, and explore his mouth. But she couldn't.

"A little. I think I need a nice, warm shower."

"Then let's get you in one."

Brook wasn't really sure what he meant by that. But, the way he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the men's locker room, she was beginning to get an idea. 

'Will, won't someone see?" She was praying he would see her logic. She thought she had things under control but he always seemed one step past her. 

"Don't you even worry about that, sweet thang." 

He reached into the shower and turned it on. Then he turned back to Brook and reached around her to untie her bikini straps. She wasn't ready for this. She definitely wasn't ready for this. 

"Will, I'm not sure about this. I dunno if I should."

He gave her a very perplexed look and stayed that way for a moment. He reached back into the shower and turned it off. He was pulling away again. He was thinking she was too young. God, how she hated that.

"Wait Will. What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter. I just think you're obviously not ready for this. It's my fault. Shouldn't have brought you in here."

She felt crushed. She had to do something.

"Don't say that." She moved to push her body against his as he backed against a wall. She put her hands on his chest and pressed her breasts against him. She leaned in and nibbled his neck. He groaned huskily into her ear. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close as he could get her. She looked up to meet his lips. They met hers with passion, with a fury that said he'd been waiting for this.

He sidled her over to the bench and lightly pushed her down onto it. She lay down in response and he held his wait above her. She moaned and whimpered at each little move he made. Her body was intoxicated with him. She could feel him slightly grinding against her. She wanted this man on top of her so badly it made her tremble. "Will! I can't do this. I need to stop. I can't breathe; air, I need air."

He jumped up, looking slightly appalled. She leaned up and looked at him and was disappointed. She could see a large bulge in his pants and felt more like a tease than she ever had.

"Brook, maybe you should just skidaddle."

'Skidaddle?' What, was she 2? It felt like a shot in her belly. He could just dismiss her like that. She wanted so much more from him. It seemed like the only way he would be interested in her is if she showed him so T & A. But, that wasn't all she wanted. So, she left; not just the room, but also the tennis club, and the lessons. 

Heat of Tennis Ch. 02



Brook walked into the pro-shop with the mindset that meant business. It had been a while, but she knew Will remembered her. She planned on correcting all the stupid mishaps that occurred and thoroughly dominating the situation this time. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.

"Um, excuse me, is Will around?"

Just then a beautiful specimen of man stood up and walked over to her. "Hi, my name's Casey, maybe I could help ya out?"

"Well, I don't think so, I was hoping to get a lesson on short notice and Will and I go way back and I thought he would stick me in somewhere." She laughed to herself; she definitely wanted Will to stick her in somewhere, a very particular somewhere. However, she was fairly intrigued by Casey, he was definitely good looking: tall, lean, short blond, curly hair, fiercely green eyes. She might have been here for Will, but she was now thinking what a perfect way to play hard to get.

"Well, that's just perfect. I just finished my last lesson and I would be glad to help you out. I'll give you a great rate."

"You have yourself a deal, my name's Brook."

"Alright Brook, let's get going."

He walked out in front of her and gave her a sweet look at his tight, little butt in those white tennis shorts. "So, I haven't seen you here before."

"Well, I used to come here a lot and just kind of stopped taking lessons."

"I see, and how do you know Will?"

"Oh, well I just took lessons with him forever."

They both walked onto the court and Casey gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. Maybe she should just forget about Will and give this new model a try. As her lesson progressed, Casey proved to be very intelligent and almost a little too charming. When they were finished, it felt like they did more talking and less tennis playing, but that was alright as far as Brook was concerned.

"Well Casey, I hate to tell you this, but I don't think I learned much today."

"Yeah well I was a little distracted with you. I hope this isn't too forward, but I'd like to take you out on a date. Is that possible?"

Brook could feel her cheeks filling with blood. She'd prepared herself for Will, but not for this. But, Casey was so damn good looking. How could she refuse and claim to be straight?

"Well, when were you thinking?"

"Now."

"Now?"

"Now."

"Okay, well I am going to go take a shower in the locker room and we can figure out what we're going to do." 

She felt his eyes looking her up and down at the word shower and she was definitely getting hot.

"I'll just give you a hand." He grinned a devilish grin at her and stared intensely.

Laughing a little, she suddenly realized he wasn't joking. She was a little taken aback at first, but she was a woman and she could make her own decisions. She decided to throw caution to the wind; a shower didn't mean sex.

"Is that so? And what about the other employees?"

"Well, they can come too if you really want, but I was hoping for some more one on one time."

Brook snickered under her breath, "Well that isn't exactly what I meant, but hey, it's your job."

They began their walk back to the pro shop and Brook was beginning to feel nervous. She looked back at him and he winked. She was still nervous, but that little wink really got her juices flowing. 

"I'll get the towels and meet you in there, cutie."  

"Okay."

Brook walked to the locker room feeling more than a little naughty. Once again, the neurotic feeling that everyone was watching hit her. She turned on the shower and set about removing her clothes. She looked around and was extremely relieved to see that there was no one else in there. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over her. She closed her eyes and for a moment, forgot about everything.

Just then, she was joined by a very hot, very naked man. "Hey there, cutie. You look every bit as delicious as I thought you would."

He leaned his weight against her pushing her back against the wall. He closed his mouth over hers and she lost herself. She let her hands roam all over his body. He had a strong back and very squeezable cheeks. He moaned into her mouth as she caressed his body.

"Mmm....well hello. Looks like someone's pretty happy to see me."

"Brook, you have no idea. You are so beautiful, anyone would be happy to see you."

He let his hand slide down her chest and stomach and began massaging her pussy. She was slick and she could tell that turned him on even more. He knelt down and tasted her. He was driving her wild.

"Oh my god Casey, that feels so good...mmmmm..."

His tongue delved into her and returned to her clit over and over again. At this rate she was going to orgasm in seconds. She began to lose control. She grabbed his hair hard as her climax seized her.

"Ooooohh god! Yes, god yes!"

As she came, Casey continued to massage her clit fervently with his tongue and lapped up her juices. He held her hips firm as she shuddered with the release of her orgasm. She could hardly see straight, but he didn't seem to be ready to stop.

Casey kept right on lapping her up when she heard the door to the locker room open.

"Hey, Brook, are you in there?"

Oh my god. It was Will! She quickly thrust her hand over Casey's mouth and ignored the stunned look on his face. 

"Uh, yeah. Is that you Will?"

"Yeah, I'll wait till you're out of the shower."

She heard the door close and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Casey, you have to leave. Go out the back door."

He gave her a look of disbelief.

"Please, I'm begging you."

"Fine, but this isn't through!"

He stomped out of the shower, dressed and left through the back door. Brook washed herself off as quickly as possible and got dressed. She quickly opened the door and ran smack into Will. 

She looked up in utter horror. This whole visit had been to see Will acting confident and self-aware and she ends up sluttin' around with some guy she just met. 

"Hi Will. It's been a long time, eh?

Will looked down at her and she couldn't be sure what it was she saw in his eyes, but she hadn't seen it before. 

"Too long, Brook. I've missed ya girl."

"Really? I've missed you too."

"You wanna go get a coffee or something?"

She nodded her assent and followed him out to his truck like a puppy. She hopped into the huge thing and felt just like she did before, afraid and excited and totally out of control.

"So Will, what have you been up to?"

"Not much, tennis, school, etc."

And that was it until the reached the coffee shop. When she got out she was amazed at Will's behaviors. He opened the door for her, bought her the coffee, and even pulled out her seat. Now she really felt like a sleaze. 

Sipping their coffees, they mostly engaged in some small talk. But, when Brook started to get bored, Will filled her in on some personal details of his last relationship. Apparently, it didn't go well, and the reason seemed to be what Will was getting at.

"Will, why was there a problem? You sound perfect for each other, at least, the way you describe her."

"Well, the reason was you, Brook."

Brook was completely shocked and apparently it showed because Will bust out laughing. 

"I just couldn't stop thinking about you and the terrible way we left off. And then, well then, I went and accidentally called her Brook...numerous times, and once in bed. It was terrible. I was in so much trouble. And then I thought, 'why do I keep doing this?' And so I broke it off with her."

"Wow. Will, I don't even know what to say."

"I know it's a lot to take in. I probably shouldn't have unloaded it all onto you the first time we've seen each other in a long time. But, it's been brooding and I don't want you to leave again before I got a chance to apologize for being such an ass before."

Every wonderful emotion Brook had ever felt about Will was bubbling up all at once. She felt like she was going to cry. She just couldn't believe the turn of events.

"Oh my god, Brook, don't cry." He leapt up and crouched beside her with his hand on hers. "Brook, I didn't mean to upset you, do you want me to back off, is that it?"

Brook looked down at him, and did the only thing she thought would be right. She leaned down and kissed him, a slow tender kiss and was joyously overwhelmed when he fervently kissed her back.  



Heat of Tennis Ch. 03



Brook felt like a complete slut. Here she was, renewing her interest in Will, and every day since her little escapade, Casey has been calling. She felt completely cornered and she totally regretted being so thoughtless and such a tramp. Who in their right mind does what she did? 

Casey just wasn't getting the hint. She had a difficult time just blowing him off because she was an equal part of what caused the problem. However, she wanted to be completely free to finally focus on Will. She had been waiting so long and now it seems as though she may have ruined things. 

She figured as long as Will didn't find out, things would be okay. But, how on Earth could she stop Casey from blabbing? She decided the best thing would be to just come clean with Casey and explain how stupid she had been. He was a grown man, he could handle it.

Waiting in the lobby of the pro shop, her stomach was doing back flips. She was just praying Will didn't happen to be working that day so she wouldn't have to be worried about him stumbling in on the conversation. 

Casey walked in with a face that looked like murder. He looked right at her, and a beautiful, fake smile spread across his face. 

"Brook! How are you?" He spoke as if they were long time friends just meeting up for lunch. "Haven't heard from ya. Don't you return phone calls?"

"Hey Casey, yeah, about that," her palms were getting clammy and she couldn't ignore that whiny tone slipping in, "we need to talk."

"Well it's about time. I was wondering when we could get together, maybe dinner and a movie?"

She couldn't believe the way he was acting. He should be mad, he should demand an answer. He shouldn't be acting like this. 

"Well, how 'bout we go get some coffee or something, so I can talk to you." Her voice felt weak.

They drove in his car to the shop across the street. It was quaint, and like all the rest, smelt strong of coffee. Brook was feeling more comfortable in this atmosphere. She felt a little more in control. They sat down at a table in the corner and Brook sucked in a long breath.

"Casey, I made a mistake the other day." There, that wasn't so hard.

"It's okay, I forgive you. You just got flustered." 

"Yeah...wait, what? It's okay, just like that?" She managed to stammer after the realization of what he said.

"Yeah, you got scared. Thought we were going to get caught, so that's why you kicked me out. It's cool. So, dinner and a movie?" His face looked nearly innocent but she just couldn't believe that was what he actually thought.

"No, no, no. You're misunderstanding me. See, what we did together was a mistake. I mean, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, it was amazing, but..." She paused to gather her thoughts, "Geez, I mean, I'm interested in Will. I don't know why I showered with you. I guess it'd been a while and you're so attractive and well, I suppose I lost control of myself. But, the point is, I'm not interested in you...in that kind of way, y'know?" 

There, it was out. Now, she just had to make it through his judging and acting pissed off and that would be that. She didn't want to be best friends with him or anything. She just wanted to be free and clear.

"No, Brook, I don't know. You two-timing slut! I'm twice the man Will is, and you're going to be with me." He explained while his jaw contracted and his face contorted into something menacing that scared Brook more than she thought it should.

"Wait now, don't get mad. I mean, you obviously have a right to get mad. I did something really terrible to you and it was thoughtless. But, I don't want to be with you, I want to be with Will." She felt like she was quickly losing control over this situation. She began to wonder how long it was fitting to sit and take the abuse before she was entitled to leave.

Casey reached across the table and grabbed her hand hard. Slowly, he pulled her palm to his mouth and brushed a kiss across it. "Honey, it's you and me. When I want something, I get it. I want you. Enough said. Don't worry about Will, I'll tell him to fuck off for you."

WHAT? Was he insane? She was seriously beginning to think so. Clearly, she had to play ball a little rougher. "Look Casey, you are extremely mistaken. I don't want to be with you at all. I made a mistake and it will never happen again. But, I am not your girl nor will I ever be. I'm interested in Will and that's all there is to it. "

His face became menacing again so she quickly pulled her hand away and stormed out of the coffee shop. She hopped in her car and drove off. Jesus Christ! What the hell was that? She didn't know where she was driving, just that she had to get away. She couldn't believe that she picked up such a crazy. But, she made it perfectly clear to him how she felt and she would just have to hope that he wouldn't tell Will. 

She drove around for a long time, thinking, not paying attention. She finally made it back home and felt exhausted. Today had been one of the strangest days she could remember. Slowly, she walked up the stairs to her apartment, unlocked the door and walked in feeling a strange aimlessness. Dropping her keys on the counter top she plopped down on the couch. Looking over, she noticed the light flashing on her answering machine. Maybe it was Will. 

She reached over and pushed the button.

"You have eight messages. Message one:

'Hey babe, it's Casey, I didn't really appreciate the way you talked to me earlier. Pretty bitchy. But it's cool. Just callin' about the dinner and movie for tonight, call me back."

Message two:

'Hey Brook! It's Casey. Where the hell are ya? I might think you found a better guy. Just joshin', there's nobody better me. Call me.'

Message three:

"Brook, where the fuck are you. You'd better not be sleeping around you little whore. You're my girl. Give me a fucking call back!"

Messa..." She reached over and erased all the messages. She would just have to phone Will and see if he called. She just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sitting in silence, she was suddenly startled by the phone ringing.

Oh shit, she thought, what if it's Casey. She just couldn't deal with him right now. But, what if it was Will. Weighing her priorities, she hesitantly picked up the phone and meekly answered,

"Hel...hello?"

"Brook, is that you? Is something wrong?"

Thank god it was Will. 

"Uh, no, no, nothing's wrong. What's up?"

"Well, I was thinking that you could come over to my apartment. We have a pool, I figured we could pick up where we left off so long ago...Does that sound okay?" 

It sounded way more than okay to her, it sounded terrific! She quickly got the instructions to his apartment and brought her bathing suit. This was all falling into place so nicely that she hardly had a thought to spare on Casey and his insanity. She knocked on his doors with butterflies dancing in her stomach. And then, there he was. 

Her heart skipped a beat. He looked strong and rugged. Definitely not a pretty man, but so sexy and so tempting. She couldn't believe she had ever had trouble getting sexual with this man. Her and her stupid youth. But now, now she saw something amazing and virile. 

"Y'know, as long as I have know you, you've been a starer." Will smirked in a very self-satisfied sort of way and Brook realized he had always known why she stared. 

"Well, if you didn't look so good, I wouldn't have to take a moment to take you in." Brook was pretty satisfied with that one. Sounded coy and intelligent. 

"Come on in, if you need to change the bathroom is over there, I'm gonna change real quick and we can mosey on down there." He strode into his room as Brook took a quick look around. One could say the style was "Bachelor Eclectic." It was definitely a manly pad. She thought she could fix that. 

She quickly changed and exited to an ecstatic whistle. "Damn, Brook. Did you always look like that in a bathing suit."

Brook blushed and attempted to cover up with the towel she had found. He looked damn fine himself. Since she last saw him, he was definitely leaner, but the muscles were still easily discernable and Brook found the want to trace them with her hands, where ever they may lead.

"So, you ready?"

"Let's go."

The pool was the perfect temperature and though they started out at the polar opposites, the magnetism between them quickly took effect. Will was completely enjoying himself tickling and playing with Brook and she didn't seem to mind too much either. Brook couldn't find any sign of the hesitation she remembered from before. In fact, he seemed more than willing to flirt and play till the cows come home.

"Will, can I ask you a question?" She looked at him questioningly.

"Anything you want." 

"Well, remember so long ago, when you sort of ditched me. Why did you do that? You looked at me like I was a monster or something." She watched his face fall from delight to something very uncomfortable.

"I knew you''d need to know an explanation. See, I really liked you then, really. But, I have to admit, I was more driven to get one thing, and when you kept showing me a side that was so innocent I just couldn't take what I wanted. I don't think I could have lived with myself. And I just wasn't ready for any kind of relationship." He stared waiting to see what kind of answer was coming.

Though it had been a really embarrassing time for her, she really appreciated his honesty, and his integrity. She smiled and he let out a breath of relief. 

"Well, though I wish it hadn't take so long for me to get with you again, I'm glad I didn't force something prematurely that would have just been a disappointment to me." She reached out her hand to caress his cheek. Just then he turned his head to a rustling in the bushes. 

"Must have been a cat. Look, I made a big mistake so long ago. You've been on my mind so much since, and not just in that way, either. The day when your next practice was scheduled, and you didn't show up, well, I never felt more like scum." He reached out and massaged her hand.

This was the moment she needed to tell him. Things would never work if she didn't.

"Um, speaking of scum," she swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure, "I did something really stupid, and I don't know why I did. I think I was trying to prove something or be spontaneous, I don't know." She looked at him beseechingly.

"Well, it couldn't be all that bad. What could you have done already?" He looked at her quizzically.

"Well, see...the day we met again at the pro shop. I was there much earlier, and I have a plan to basically seek you out and try to spark things up again. Well, I walked in and this man Casey approached me..."

She saw him scowl. Apparently he wasn't the best of friends with Casey.

"So, instead of practicing with you like I had originally planned, I took a lesson with him. And one thing sort of led to another...and I was being so, so stupid. But, we got together after the practice and did some things." She sighed, even she couldn't believe she had been so idiotic.

They both sat there very quietly. Brook certainly wasn't going to say the next thing, she had already said enough. So she waited for him.

"When, exactly, did you do this?" He seemed restrained and even a little scary.

"Well, I did it before we met each other..." her voice lowered in disgust, "we were in the shower together." She felt like a child being punished. She didn't like it, but she felt it was worth trying to attain the man she had wanted for so long. 

"Are you interested in Casey?" "Not in the least. Like I said, I don't know why I did it. I guess I was just proving I was a woman and could do anything. But, it was so stupid and it didn't prove I was a woman, it was childish. I'm so sorry, Will, I want you, not him." His scowl lightened a bit. "And now, he just won't go away, but I swear, I want nothing to do with him."

Will looked up into her eyes. He was still obviously mad, but now there was worry.

"He won't leave you alone?"

"Oh, no, I'm sure it's nothing, but he just keeps calling and he seems to go through mood swings. One minute, it seems like he wants nothing more than to see me, and then the next, he's just so angry."

"Look Brook, be careful with him. He's a piece of crap and the only reason he has a job at the tennis club is because he happens to be a great tennis player." This time Brook turned to look when the leaves rustled. She quickly looked back to Will, hopefully.

"Will, can we start fresh? I'll forget the issues we had before, and you forget the huge, stupid mistake I made just recently. Is that okay?"

"Think that sounds brilliant."

He leaned in and cupped her face in his hands. He lightly rubber his lips against hers, igniting a fire inside her that she wasn't sure if she had ever felt. He pressed his lips harder and against hers and she accepted his tongue and avidly reciprocated. 

His hands slid down her soft neck to her shoulders. He massaged them gently while intensifying his kiss. She moaned in delight, a low, guttural sound that she hardly recognized as her own voice. 

He slowly pulled away and looked stunned and not just a little hot. "Let's go upstairs." He voiced breathlessly. He took her hand and she followed behind him back up to his apartment.

...................

That stupid little whore, Casey thought to himself. Who in the hell did she think she was? Playing with him like some toy and the ditching him for Will! And Will of all people. He would have to put a stop to this and explain to Brook why he was the one she wanted to be with. He didn't want things to turn ugly, but what's right is right, and he was with her first. 



Heat of Tennis Ch. 04



Brook followed Will back to his apartment filled with excitement. She knew she could handle this now but she felt some of the same innocent, girlish feelings that she had felt years ago about Will. But now, she saw so much more potential: sexual potential. She could hardly believe what was happening, that her childhood fantasy was coming true.

They got to the door and Will deftly unlocked it and pulled her in by her hand. "Would you like some wine? Beer? Mild sedative?" 

Brook smirked and decided wine would be good. While he opened the bottle, she began to look around his apartment. From the living room, she could spy his bedroom. She wondered if he was a good lover; if he was experienced. 

"Hey there spacey, why don't you come back and have some wine?" Will chided her. 

"Will, do you know I've had a crush on you since I was like ten?" She looked curiously to him.

"Well, it wasn't very hard to tell. I think everyone knew. I got made fun of an awful lot." He gave a little chuckle at the thought.

Brook gasped in surprise. So she wasn't being neurotic after all? Everyone really WAS watching her. Damnit.

"When did I start catching your eye?" She felt a little anticipation in her stomach as she asked.

Will looked pensive for a moment. "I plead the 5th! I cannot incriminate myself."

Brook giggled as she started to feel the effects of the alcohol. "That young, huh? So you're into the ten year olds?"

"Whoa no, no, no! I'm not that perverted. I think you really started getting my attention when you stopped flirting with me by hitting me and started 'accidentally' bumping into me."

Brook grimaced at being called out. "So, you knew it wasn't an accident. God, how embarrassing."

Will put down his glass and walked over to Brook. He took hers from her hand and set it on the counter. His long fingers easily untied the knot in her towel and it fell to the floor. He pushed his body against her, and though he wasn't hard yet, she could feel his excitement rising.

"Brook," he whispered, "did you have fantasies about me?"

A thrill ran down her spine as she shivered. "Uh huh." She should have come up with a better response than that, but what was a girl to do when she's tipsy, horny, and more than a little over her head. 

He lightly trailed his fingers up and down her arms causing the most wonderful goose bumps she had ever felt. 

"Did you touch yourself thinking about me?" He pried.

Her cheeks grew hot. "Yes...I did." Her voice came out far more breathy than she meant for it to. "I fantasized about how you spanked me that one time in the pool. I always thought what would have happened if I had allowed you to do whatever you wanted to me."

He nipped her earlobe and whispered, "You liked my hands all over you then, didn't you?"

"Mmm yes."

"I'll tell you a little secret. I liked putting my hands all over you."

He kept his touches light, constantly starting new barrages of goose bumps and chills. She knew there was so much more, but she didn't ever want to put an end to this game that they were playing now. He kissed her neck. His lips were so hot against her cool, damp skin. 

"Will, you're driving me crazy. You've been driving me crazy for eleven years."

"I know I have, Brook. And I enjoyed every moment of it." 

He nipped her lobe and tongued her ear. It was wet and sloppy, but so hot and disgustingly sexual. Her knees felt weak. She could feel his hardness pushing against her pelvis. At that moment, there was nothing but Will. 

"Brook," he whispered, "would you like to go to my bedroom?" He looked into her eyes and she saw lust pouring over. But, there seemed to be so many other things: anticipation, excitement, and that look she couldn't identify from before. She nodded because she knew nothing coherent would come from her lips. 

He grabbed her hand and led her into the room. He left her standing there as he turned on a light. As he walked back over to her, Brook noted how manly and confident he seemed. As if he knew exactly what she saw when she looked at him. He grabbed her face gently and pressed a kiss on her mouth that was far tenderer than she was prepared for. She was lost in him. He could have asked her to die for him, and at this moment, she would. Her mind was reeling as her body reacted with intensity. Her sex was hot and flowing. 

He pressed his lips to hers and drank deep of her. She felt a thousand, tiny little shocks spark all over her skin. She felt dizzy and her heart was beating faster than seemed healthy. 

Then, like a roll of thunder, a loud crash destroyed the trance she was in, and brought her quickly, painfully down from her high. She didn't want to leave that place she was in. Will let go of her face and ran to the window. He bent down and picked up a rock amongst the broken glass that had shattered all over the floor.

"Will, what just happened?" Her mind was having difficulty functioning again; it seemed so surreal. Why was the window broken? Who had done this? She couldn't take it in fast enough. Her vision blurred and she fell to the ground.

...........................

Brook came to surrounded by several men she didn't know. She focused her eyes and realized they were cops. She looked around for Will and couldn't see him. She felt a little shot of panic run through her. Was Will okay? The last thing she could remember was a crash and then Will breaking off the kiss. 

"Hi, I'm officer Arthur Shipka. You can call me Art. How are you feeling?" A slightly graying cop said as he offered her some water. 

"Where's Will? Is he okay?" The panic was clear in her voice. 

"Oh yeah, he's fine, he's right over there." Arthur pointed, and there he was. How had she missed him before? 

"We're really worried about you. You know you fainted." His face looked kind, she could tell he was a dad.

"I fa...there was a crash." 

"Yeah, we're going to need to talk about that later on. At first, we thought it was just some local hooligans, but Will informed us that there might be someone angry with you. But, we're not going to go into this now. You seem to have had a tough night."

She shook her head slowly in disbelief. Could Casey have done this? "Yeah, I'm not usually a fainter. I don't really know what happened. I think this is the first time I've ever really fainted."

Arthur examined her and noted how pale and weak she seemed right now. He was slightly worried. "Well the EMT says that the wine and exhaustion from swimming, among other things, may have been contributors. But, for right now, I just wanna give you my card. Call me in the next couple of days when you are feeling better. I'd like to make sure you're safe and that there's not some crazy out there gunnin' for ya. Okay?" 

Brook nodded and thanked him. She watched as the cops slowly left, leaving a very empty, quiet room behind them. She looked over at Will. He seemed distracted and worried. 

"Will?"

He blinked out of thought and looked over at her. Her face was so beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever realized. "Yeah, hun?"

"I think I'm a little scared. Do you think that he could have done this?"

Will walked over and sat down next to Brook. He looked at her and could tell she was more than a little scared. "I didn't want to tell you before, because I was hoping my instinct was wrong. But, I think Casey isn't the type to give up on you easily. I think he has bigger issues than mood swings."

He watched as a tear ran from her eye and he caught it with his finger. 

Brook felt a lump of guilt rise from her stomach and lodge soundly in her throat. "If I hadn't been such a goddamn slut, this wouldn't have happened. I still can't fathom what I was thinking then. Especially since I always have wanted you."

"Shhh. Don't say that about yourself. I won't have it. You're wonderful, and smart, and hot as hell. You made a mistake. People do it all the time. You just accidentally made the mistake with a nut job."

She laughed despite herself and wrapped her arms around Will. "I'll tell you what though. I don't think the swimming or the wine caused the fainting. You are a damn good kisser." 

Will chuckled which released some of the tension in his chest. He kissed her neck lightly, and breathed in the scent of her hair. He wondered briefly if there was anything that smelled as alluring as Brook. 

"Brook, hun. What do you want to do for tonight? I know we had other plans," he winked, "but, I think you need a to play it cool for tonight. And to be honest, I don't really want to send you home right away." 

She was so flattered at how caring he was. This was not the Will she once knew, this was a much more advanced version. 

"Well, I'm kind of cold, this bathing suit is still wet. Could I use your shower? And maybe one of your old shirts?" She batted her eyelashes at him.

"Well, how could I resist a face like that? Why don't I make something to eat and pick a movie while you're in the shower, and we can have a sleepover?"

She was actually surprised he wasn't trying to jump into the shower with her. Surprised, but relieved. She felt sapped of energy. "That sounds great."

She went to start the shower as Will began to make dinner.

........................

"Fucking asshole can't face me himself. Has to call Officer O'Douche-bag to back him up." 

Casey was seething with fury. He would have Brook, and that's all there was to it.



Heat of Tennis Ch. 05



She couldn't believe her night. Yeah, the window incident was scary, but that kiss. Oh, that kiss. Brook wondered if every kiss with him would be like that. She would need to be a lot more prepared the next time. Brook sat on her couch smiling to herself. She was just glad there would be a next time. Aside from the issue with Casey, everything was falling right into place. 

Brook reached in her pocket and found Officer Shipka's card. She turned it over in her hand while she thought about calling. She reached over for the phone when it suddenly rang. 

"Shit!" That scared her right out of her wits. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweety." The voice came smoothly over the phone.

"Will?" 

"No, it's Casey." The once smooth voice came across flat and menacing. Brook debated with just hanging up. But, she decided to talk.

"Casey. Did you throw a rock into Will's apartment last night?" She tried to keep her voice from shaking.

Casey grinned to himself, 'of course I did' he thought. He slipped into his most innocent, unassuming voice, "What are you talking about, sweety?"

Brook knew he wouldn't just admit to it. But, she figured she had to give it a try. "Casey, I've already told you before, but in case it wasn't clear, I don't want you. Not even a little bit. Don't call me again, don't follow me, don't harass me, and I know you threw that rock! Just leave me, the hell, alone!" She slammed the phone down and was a little surprised at her anger. The phone rang beneath her hand, but she just ignored it. It was time for work anyway. 

As customer after customer tried on clothes, Brook had difficulty tending to their needs. How could she ever get a call from Will, if Casey won't stop calling her. This was really beginning to annoy her. She had waited long enough for Will, she didn't want things to be tainted because of Casey. She decided to call Officer Shipka as soon as she got home, assuming Casey wasn't still blowing up her phone. 

"Excuse me, ma'am, I'd like to try this on." She looked over at the bright purple banana-hammock and snapped out of her stupor. She looked at the customer and low and behold, it was Will. She couldn't help but crack up.

"What? I don't like being made fun of by the sales-lady." He tried to hold a straight face, but was having trouble. 

Brook threw her arms around him without another thought. She held his body close to hers. He felt warm and strong, and she instantly wished she was elsewhere, with a bed, or maybe just a floor mat. 

"So does this mean you like it? Because I was debating between this one and the mesh one." He held her tightly. 

As she pulled away, she grabbed the thong and held it against him. "Hmm, I do like it. When do I get to see you in it?" 

Brook bit her lip when she looked up at him which caused his dick to twitch. What a naughty, unconscious move on her part. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I called and you weren't home, so I figured you'd be here. I wanted to know if you wanted to do something later, something with a little less fainting?" He winked at her mischievously as she gave his arm a good slap.

"Well, what did you have in mind, you ass?"

"They just opened up a putt-putt nearby. I thought maybe I could give you a hands-on lesson in putting. What do you think?"

The excitement was already brimming over in her. "That sounds great. I get off at 5. So what do you think about picking me up at 6?"

"Awesome. Okay, so I'll buy this some other time, I have to go learn how to putt." He pulled her in for a hug. She felt like her heart was swelling. This man was so amazing. As he walked away, she looked after him, and checked out his very nice ass. She was so excited. The day passed slowly, and as soon as 5 arrived, she did not stay a second late. 

She drove home quickly, showered, and shaved, she was definitely hoping. She knew it was casual, but she definitely wanted to wear something tempting. She still couldn't believe she was actually going on a real date with someone who, for so long, was untouchable. She put one a short, flowing skirt and a white polo, with the neck buttons unbuttoned. She was fully aware that if she bent over just right, you could see down her shirt, and she was planning on bending over just right, numerous times. She was just finishing up her make-up, when she heard a knock on the door. 

She nearly hopped to the door and fairly jumped into Will's arms. "Well hello there! You missed me? It's been like, what, 4 hours?" She lightly pressed a kiss on his lips and was surprised when he pulled her close and deepened the kiss. His mouth was a wonderful mix of softness and firmness. She laced her arms around his neck and tried to take in every sensation she was feeling. His tongue teased her lips and pushed quickly into her mouth. He felt her breasts pushing against his chest, and felt the familiar urge to sweep her off her feet and bring her straight to bed. 

He broke the kiss and Brook whimpered in disappointment. 

"Oh, don't cry, we've got to go putt some balls around."

"Ugh, fine. But, I'd like you to know, I'd much rather stay in...what do you think?"

"I think you look amazing. Let's go putting so I can show you off."

They drove to the new putt-putt and started on the links. Brook quickly put her game into play, bending over just a little too much to pick up her ball, pretending she needed all the help she could get, every chick move in the book. And though Will knew exactly what she was pulling, he wouldn't dare stop her, he was enjoying it far too much.

The night was filled with illicit touching and rising tensions. By the time they had reached the last hole, Brook was ready to be out of there. "Hey Will, what do you say we go back to my place?"

"Ohh, I dunno. I think I might get taken advantage of if I go over to your place." He looked her up and down, enjoying every inch of her beautiful body. "But, I'm not sure I'd mind. Let's go."

They drove home in silence. Will was excited about what was to come, in all senses of the word, and Brook was nervous, thinking about how she should go about seducing Will. Once to the apartment, she led him in. She pulled him down onto the couch.

"Ooo, I like a woman who takes charge. Do with me what you will, I'm your slave." He winked and gave her a devilish grin. She sat across his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, then leaned in to kiss him. His lips readily accepted hers and quickly reciprocated. He moaned into her mouth. His hands wrapped around her and rubbed along her ass and thigh. At that, it was her turn to moan. 

She could feel his dick growing hard underneath her. It turned her on that she was able to excite him that much. "Mmm, Will. I like the feel of that."

Will chuckled. "I hope so, because this always seems to happen when you're around."

He reached his hand down to her ankle and slowly traced his finger tips up her leg. "You're skin is so smooth."

Brook blushed and smiled (thank god she shaved!). She could feel a warmth growing between her legs. He let his hand venture up her skirt. He traced the edge of her panties. And every so often, he 'accidentally' allowed his fingers to brush across her sex and every time, she gasped with pleasure. 

"D'you like that, Brook?" He looked into her eyes and she blushed as she suddenly felt stripped. She mumbled an assent as she closed her eyes and leaned back her head. He was breathing heavily, and she could feel the heat of it on her neck. He slipped his hand down her panties and lightly cupped and put pressure on her pussy.

He could feel that she was very slick as he lightly rubbed a finger along her crevice. She gasped again and that just spurred him on more. Slowly, he allowed one of his fingers to venture deeper into her. The heat was amazing. 

"Brook," he whispered, "tell me how that feels."

She moaned. "Will, god, I've been waiting for this. You're amazing. Please, don't stop." He surely didn't plan on stopping. He began to quicken the pace as he continued moving his finger in and out of her. She was starting to breathe statically. He could feel her tense slightly, and knew he could bring her climax at any time. He slowed down slightly, and her body relaxed. 

"Do you wanna cum, Brook?"

"Uh huh."

"Right now?"

"Yes...please..." she pleaded to him. That's exactly what he wanted to hear. He slowed down his pace even more, and began plunging his finger deeply inside her. Then, he slipped in another, to the precious moans of Brook. She began to reciprocate the motions with her hips, trying to force him to speed up. 

"You'll come, when I say you come." He whispered, and nipped her earlobe. She gave a half-hearted laugh and fell back into time with his fingers. Will picked up the pace and soon he could feel her body tensing. 

"Oh god, please don't stop. Don't stop!"

This time he didn't. He plunged his fingers inside her quickly and pressed hot kisses along her neck. Her orgasm hit her full force. She screamed with all her might as her juices flowed onto his hand. He pressed his thumb onto her clit and rubbed it lightly. She moaned in delight as the orgasm wracked her body. Her head was spinning. All she could feel was his hand between her legs, working magic. 

As she came down from the clouds, he slowly pulled his fingers free as she sighed in relief. He brought his fingers to his lips and swallowed her flavor emphatically. 

"Mmm, Brook, you taste mighty sweet." She blushed at the comment, but was in no state to combat it. 

"Will...holy shit." She sighed. 

He kissed her mouth and she could taste herself on his lips. She could still feel his hard cock beneath her. She held his face to hers and began to writhe on his dick. 

"Brook, you're gonna get trouble if you bark up that tree," he mumbled into her mouth.

"Maybe I'm lookin' for trouble," she mumbled back. She moved to straddle him and sat squarely over his dick. She loved the feeling of it pushing against her pussy. She continued to grind on him as she let her tongue explore his mouth. She was so piqued still that she felt like she could grind on his jeans all the way to another orgasm. 

She pulled her face away to watch his expressions as she tried to tease him. He bit his lip as he watched the sexy seduction she was performing for him. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with each undulation. 

Quickly she rose and got to her feat, just to get down to her knees. She smiled up at Will's surprised face as she undid his belt and pants. She weaseled her hand into his boxers to help free his cock. She licked the bottom ridge tentatively. She moved her mouth over the head and sucked lightly while running her tongue around it.

"Oh my god, Brook..." He had to resist the urge to force her head onto his dick. But, watching her little mouth as it wrapped around his erection made him want to fuck her face to oblivion. He enjoyed the dirty little feeling of knowing that she was once that teenager who had a school-girl crush on him. And now he was going to have her. 

She lowered her mouth down his dick swirling her tongue as she went. Trying hard to not rake her teeth around his big cock, she started to bob slowly up and down. She picked up the pace, trying to control her gag reflex as his dick came dangerously close to hitting the back of her throat. Her jaw began to ache, but she was determined to return the favor. She wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and began to slide it in time with her mouth. 

Will couldn't help but begin thrusting his cock into her mouth. When she squeezed her hand around his dick, he couldn't refuse his urges. He could feel his balls begin to tighten, and he wasn't ready to end this yet. 

As if Brook knew, she slowed down her pace and removed her hand. She began to take deep, languid movements, slowly letting his cock move through her lips to the back of her throat. Will was in heaven. The slowed pace saved him from himself, and also let him fill every inch of her mouth with his dick. 

"Shit Brook...mmm, that feels great..." His words came out hot and breathy. And with that motivation, Brook took him by surprise and restarted her quick bobbing motion. She moved her hand to the base of his dick again and gripped firmly as it moved up and down. 

"Oooooh, christ!...Uhnn...." Will couldn't hold out any longer as he shot his load into her mouth. She gobbled it up as if it were water in a desert. She milked every last drop from him before she pulled away. 

"Will, you taste mighty sweet." She said with a sly grin. He snorted a response, it was the best he could do in his stupor. Brook moved up to sit next to him. Her knees were sore, but she was damn proud of the work she had just done. And the results were all that she could ask for. 

Forgetting about the spunk she had just swallowed, Will kissed her mouth tenderly. As the kiss ended, he opened his eyes and put himself away. 

"Brook, that really was just so amazing. I've been needing you to do that for a while." 

Brook laughed. "Oh yeah, and how long is a while?"

"About 3 or 4 years, I'd say." 

She giggled. "Will, I know you won't believe it. But, I'm kinda hungry." She gave him her best pouty face. 

"You can have anything you want."



Heat of Tennis Ch. 06



Brook groggily woke up to the sound of the phone. She certainly wasn't ready to get up. She had spent another wonderful night with Will, this time sans unwanted interruptions. She sighed heavily as sunlight assaulted her eyes. She reached for the phone:

"Hello?"

"Hey Brook, it's Will." Instantly she perked up and her mood improved. 

"Hey! Couldn't live without me for more than a night, eh?" She prodded.

Will smiled, he really couldn't. "Well, actually, I have tennis match today, and I was wondering if you wanted to come cheer me on. You'd be the best cheerleader in the place."

"Definitely!" 

"Okay, well I'm on my way over now, so get dressed quickly. Don't worry about a shower, you're probably just gonna sweat out there under the sun."

She hung up the phone and felt like a little girl going to Disney World. It seemed like every time he talked to her, he had this affect. She picked out a light sundress and decided, just for fun, to go without a bra. She knew Will would notice. She brushed her teeth and pulled her back into a cute ponytail. By the time she finished a bagel, he was there to pick her up.

She opened the door with a broad grin on her face. Will looked her over a split second and then stepped in to wrap his arms around her and pick her off the floor. Everything about her was just so delectable. 

"You look amazing, Brook. You're gonna be a distraction out there, aren't you?" He smiled.

"That's the plan." She breathed in deeply as he let her go.

Brook locked up and they drove together in his car to the racquet club. It was a hot and sunny day. Brook was glad she remembered to wear a hat and bring some sunscreen. He looked over at her. She looked good enough to eat in that yellow sundress. He reached over and touched her thigh. Immediately she looked over to him and smiled. He felt her soft skin with his fingertips and visions of last night came back to him. 

As they pulled up to the club, he ran around the car to open up her door. She was so flattered and nearly felt like she might pop. After she was out, he reached in a got his gear. They walked out to the court he was scheduled to play on. It appeared they had beaten his opponent. 

Brook looked around and noticed a small crowd waiting for the start of the match. She also noticed something that she must have overlooked all the years she was getting lessons. It seemed that many young, and even some old, women were eyeing her and lusting after him. How had she never noticed this before? It must have been because she was among them before. 

Suddenly she felt very insignificant. Some of the women watching Will had bodies reminiscent of Barbie. She looked down at her dress and tried to iron the wrinkles out with her hands. Those Barbie Dolls were definitely not wearing sweet, little sundresses. Some of them were merely in bikinis with wraps tied around their waists. How could she compete with that? 

She looked over at will and noticed he seemed completely oblivious to those women. He was bent over retying his shoes without any thought in the world. 

"Will." She nearly whispered.

"Yeah?" He replied absently.

"Who are all those women over there?"

"Um, do you want their individual names," looking up, "or just an explanation for their presence?" He gave her a cute smile.

She felt very self-conscious. "Well...you know their individual names?"

He chuckled. He could see what was going on here. He put his hands on her shoulders, leaned in, and gave her a tender, caring kiss that nearly had her falling on her ass. When he was through, she easily detected the jealous eyes bearing down on her. 

"Those women mean nothing to me. And if you were anything like them, you would too. But, I don't think I have to worry about that."

She blushed and smiled. Looking down at her dress, she decided it wasn't so bad. She noticed a man walking up, and assumed it was his opponent.

"I'm gonna go sit in the stands." 

He gave her a light, little slap on the ass. She gave a cute yelp and scurried over to the stands. As she sat, she could tell the women were having trouble not attacking her with questions. 

The match started and she couldn't help but admire every sinewy muscle on his lean body. Sweat began to flow on every inch of him and she fantasized about that sweat forming from sex. He seemed like a finely tuned machine. In her reverie, she didn't notice a man walk over and sit next to her, but the Barbies did, and their whispering caused her to look over.

"Hey there, sweety."

"Casey," she hissed, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"FAULT!" Brook snapped her head towards Will and saw he was distracted with them. His look was dark and it actually gave Brook a small shiver. She didn't want to cause him to lose this match. 

Casey leaned in to her. "I came here to be with you. I've missed you. What have you been doin'?"

She decided to ignore him and found another seat between two people. 

"He's a fire-cracker, isn't he?" 

Brook looked over, surprised to find a more demure girl had whispered the comment. 

"Are you talking about Casey?" Brook whispered back.

"Yeah."

"He is. How do you know him?"

"I dated him."

Brook's jaw dropped to the ground. This perfectly normal girl had dated Casey? She couldn't believe it. 

Without thinking, Brook sputtered, "How did you survive it?"

The girl laughed loudly enough to draw attention. Brook looked over and noticed that Casey was watching them. His face was menacing and disturbing. 

"He is pretty scary." She replied. "For a while, he wouldn't leave me alone when I tried to break up with him. I even had to get a restraining order. He blatantly ignored it; went to jail a couple times for it. But, they couldn't keep him there long. Then, a few days ago, he just left me alone."

Brook gulped. She was the reason he had left this girl alone. 

"My name's Brook, what's yours?

"Abby. You're here with Will, I saw you two earlier."

Brook blushed. She was 'with' Will. She loved the sound of that. 

"Well, I came with him, but we're not a couple or anything."

Abby laughed loudly again. It was beginning to make Brook uncomfortable since it drew Casey's attention.

"I don't know. From the way Will looks at you I would say you're married." 

Brook's heart swelled. Married? Holy shit! She giggled. She didn't know how to respond. She decided a change of subject would work.

"So, how long were you with Casey?"

"Oh god...not very long. A few months maybe. He tricked me. At first he was really sweet. But, he's real, real jealous. He started getting pissed off over stupid things, so I tried to break it off. That was like going through hell."

Brook was pretty sure she had at least an idea of what she went through. They sat through the rest of the match in silence. Brook kept zoning out, thinking about what Casey could possibly be capable of. She was sitting and thinking when Will jogged over to her. He planted a very wet, disgustingly sweaty kiss on her lips. 

"I bet you couldn't tell me how I did, can you?"

Brook sighed. She had meant to watch, but she just couldn't focus. "Well, I was thinking."

"I see you met Abby."

Brook perked up. A little burst of jealousy blew through her when he said her name as if he knew her well. The worst part was that Abby seemed like perfectly good competition since Will wasn't into the Barbie types.  

"Yeah she's really nice." She said despite her jealousy.

"We're pretty good friends. She takes lessons here with another coach. She's how we found out what a douche bag Casey is. I don't know if she told you, but he put her through hell."

"I gathered that much. It's starting to feel a little too familiar, actually."

"Why, I'll protect you little lady." He said with a country draw and a tip of an imaginary hat.

She giggled and ran her hand down his arm, wiping the sweat as it moved downwards. 

"You're looking pretty hot," she said admiringly.

"You too, baby. I'm done here today, just had one. What do you say we go home and shower off?"

Her stomach jumped in anticipation and excitement. She hoped he meant that literally. She hopped in his car gingerly and awaited their next stop.



Heat of Tennis Ch. 07



During the entire car ride, Brook was nearly shivering with anticipation. Was he really planning on showering with her? Of course she was game. 

Will kept looking over at her, laughing inwardly at how distracted she seemed to be. He planned on showing her an amazing time. His cock twitched just thinking about her in the shower, the water streaming over her beautiful breasts, her hair slicked back. But, he had to shoo those thoughts away because he fully intended to make this experience about her. 

Will reached over and lightly tugged on her ponytail. Brook snapped out of her reverie and looked over at Will. She could tell he was getting excited. His tennis shorts didn't do much to hide what he was thinking. 

"Will, might I ask what the hell that is, mister?" As she pointed to his growing erection. 

"Ha, you're not supposed to see that. It isn't debonair in the least!" Will smiled and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, kneading and massaging it. 

"Mmm, that feels great Will. At this rate how are we gonna make it all the way to the shower?" 

Will nearly felt like he was racing home to have Brook. He was completely enthralled with thoughts of her naked, wet body. Despite himself his erection was in full form and he couldn't seem to do anything to stop it. All he could think of was Brook. 

After a drive that seemed to take forever, they finally arrived at his apartment and rushed upstairs. He pulled her behind him by her hand to the bedroom.

"You strip!" He said pointing enthusiastically at her, "I'll take care of the shower." 

Brook decided now was the time to throw caution to the wind. He probably didn't really expect her to strip completely naked, so that's exactly what she wanted to do. When he reentered the room, the shock on his face was exactly the reward she wanted. 

"Oh my god Brook...you look absolutely...god!" He managed to stammer out. His erection was now painful and demanded release, but it wasn't that time just yet. He walked over to her and pulled her close. He meant to touch and kiss her, but he couldn't stop staring at her beautifully feminine form. 

"Do you like what you see, Will?" 

Will bent his head forward and slowly traced kisses up her neck and on her ears. She cooed in delight. The kisses were so tender and warm. Goosebumps flowed all over her skin. He lightly traced his fingers down her arms and back up, caressing her lovingly. She could feel the scruff from his chin rubbing along her smooth skin causing her to nearly laugh. She also began to feel that all too familiar warmth between her legs and was fighting to not ruin this moment and just take what she wanted. 

She reached around Will and lifted his shirt over his head. She kissed his chest which tasted salty but delicious. He moaned something incoherent; his responses made it seem like he had never been touched like this before and that was exciting to her. As he continued to let his hands roam up and down her arms, she began to unbutton his shorts.

Will was surprised at just how turned on he was. Not only that, but he was a little bit nervous. He could hardly think of what next to say or do. And the way she seemed to be taking the lead really threw him for a loop. She smelled and felt like heaven. He knew what he wanted to have happen, but hell if he could make himself do anything. 

Delicately, Brook pulled down his shorts and boxers. It was almost comical how hard he was just from seeing her naked. He didn't seem to responding like normal, as though he were in a daze. She pressed her body hard against his feeling his warmth and his dick between them. He groaned a response, pressed his nose into her hair and breathed in deeply. 

Slowly, Will began to get his senses about him and the more he realized what was going on the more his hands roved over every inch of Brook's body. She moaned a beautiful moan of desire and that was enough to get Will moving. He lightly grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. Quickly, he turned and held her face in his hands as he pressed a wanton kiss against her lips. She allowed her hands to maneuver over the muscles in his back. The heat that seemed to be emanating from both of them nearly overwhelmed Brook.

The steam and rush of the water heightened the sensations that they both were feeling. Brook's desire was all-encompassing. She wanted to kiss his entire body but had to satisfy herself with wrapping her arms around his neck and tasting every inch of his neck. He groaned and began to grind his pelvis into her with a ferocity that he could not seem to quench. 

Will pulled away with a devilish grin and stepped into the shower, pulling her after him. The water rushed hot down Brook's skin and her nipples quickly stood at attention from the quick temperature change. Will wrapped his hands around her waist and gently sucked her nipples. Slowly, he moved his hands up her back, to her shoulders and finally they cupped her face as he assaulted her lips with his. 

Brook looked devilishly at him as her hand found his cock. It was engorged to say the least. Brook had pictured their first time together to be a little more...romantic. But, the want she had for him needed to be slayed. Knowing it would shock the hell out of him, Brook turned around, leaned forward with her hands on the wall, and spread her legs. 

Will looked down at her ass and feminine curves. He lightly dragged his nails down the middle of her back reveling in the red lines that quickly formed. 

"Will...please..." Brooke breathed heavily, "I want you in me..."

Will couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. That luscious ass, her throaty voice, the steam clouding his sight, it was overwhelming. Slowly his dick found its way between her legs to the wonderful, warm heaven that awaited it impatiently. He pushed it past he lips and she let out a moan of delight. He reached out his arms and covered her hands with his as he pulled out and re-entered. Every time he pulled out a downpour of water assaulted his dick and every time he pushed back into her, a velvet vice beckoned him to stay. He knew he wouldn't last long... 

"Will, I want you to cum in me!"

And that was all it took. The most exquisite orgasm washed over him. He pumped hard into her as he heard her whimpers of surprise and delight. Spent, he turned her around and kissed her passionately.

"Sorry that didn't last longer...I can promise more though." He grinned sheepishly at her.

"Damn right you will!" She retorted as she planted another kiss on him.



Heat of Tennis Ch. 08



So that bitch thought she could just parade her little conquest around in front of everybody, making him look like an idiot? Casey knew why she was doing this. She wanted to make him jealous. She wanted him to prove that he was a man, a man strong enough to take charge of his woman, and he fully intended to give her that evidence. He decided it was time to stop playing these petty games and do something that she couldn't ignore. He was going to start with showing her what happens to betrayers.

.................................................

"So, what would you like to do today, I am completely free," Brook put forth.

Will stretched out on the bed and contemplated the possibilities. He rolled over and draped his arm over Brook and lightly kissed her shoulder.

"I can think of plenty of things we can do right here, from the safety of this bed. Interested?" 

Will wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which unfortunately was punctuated by the sounds of Brook's stomach grumbling. 

"So I guess that's a no? I'm also willing to go get some food too."

Will smiled at her, and Brook caressed his head.

"I think that sounds like a plan," she smiled. They went to a local diner and enjoyed brunch, talking about future plans and more than once slipping into more suggestive conversation. Brook couldn't believe that this was the same guy she had a crush on for so long. Even back then, she never imagined enjoying such small things with him, having intimate conversation and idly sitting around. He was always so iconic to her; something unattainable, that if she ever did catch his attention, it would be on his terms with her always wondering if she was behaving properly.

But he was sweet. He seemed to view her with as much awe and she viewed him. And she definitely had a measure of control. He was a better man than she ever could have imagined in her more innocent days, of course, maybe back then, he wasn't quite so wonderful. She was glad things turned out the way that they did.

After their meal, they decided a movie was in order. They held hands and laughed through the whole movie. Well, they might have indulged in a little high school make-out session. Brook could kiss his lips forever. They were soft and supple and could whip her into frenzy. And, not a single kiss lacked thought, he gave his top performance for every one. Tasting her mouth, probing with his tongue, sometimes delicately, sometimes fervently. 

Brook was excited, more excited than she can remember ever being about a guy. Everything seemed to come pretty naturally; the chemistry was definitely there. "What do you say we head to my apartment and find some way to entertain each other?" Will asked. 

"I say that's the best idea you've had idea. But, do you think you can handle me this time?" Brook flashed a coy smile and laughed when Will feigned a shot to the heart.

Back at Will's apartment things were certainly heating up just as both of them wanted. Will was determined to take control and do everything in his power to drive her crazy. He slowly lifted her blouse over her head, kissing her everywhere: her stomach, her chest, her shoulders, her back. Her scent was intoxicating.

She reached out to touch him and Will placed her hands back at her sides, slowly removing her pants so she was standing in just her bra and panties. 

"Brook, lay on your stomach for me."

She lay down on the bed, as requested. He unclasped her bra and slowly massaged her shoulders and her back. He loved how soft she was, and the lines of her muscles in her back. As he massaged, he lightly kissed her back. She trembled from the heat left behind each kiss. He let the wait of his body rest on hers a moment. She let a moan escape with her breath as he kissed her cheek and took in the feeling of her body pressed against his. 

She felt the heaviness of him on her and felt satisfied. She was mostly naked, he fully dressed, she could hardly breathe, and she felt his rising excitement, and she never felt more satisfied. No one ever tells you what the simple feeling of having someone on top of you can do. 

She squirmed to face him and thought he was quite possibly the handsome man she had ever seen. 

"You're hard again, mister," she said with a faux motherly look of reproach.

"I know I am." He slowly grinded his cock into her as he launched an assault on her mouth. She melted beneath him and couldn't help but push her hips into his dick. He kissed down her neck ever so slowly, downwards, lingering on each nipple till they were hard as diamonds. His hands traced down her sides as his lips continued lower still. 

She was so hot and brimming with sexuality. That satisfied feeling very quickly disappeared, and it was replaced with want. She writhed and moaned and inwardly begged for more. And as she felt her panties being pulled off of her, she felt her prayers had been answered.

He kissed her hips bones. He kissed just above her clit. He kissed each inner thigh. And she fought to not thrust her pussy right into his face. But she did continue to writhe and moan, and though she did try to nudge his head with her hands, he placed her hands back down with a look that said, 'no, no.' Then he smiled and lowered his head right to where she had been wanting.

It felt immaculate. His tongue felt so hot and wet. He traced small circles around her clit, letting it slip away from his tongue over and over again, shooting electric shocks through her body. If he did that long enough, there was no doubt she would climax. But that's not what his aim was. He wanted to make it a ground breaking, earth shattering orgasm so she would never be able to joke again how much sexual power SHE had over HIM.

He slowly moved his tongue lower and slid it into her heat. He reveled in the way she tasted and felt immense satisfaction at the violence of her reactions. His desire for her was mounting but he wasn't going to give in to it. He was going to drive her to exhaustion and then he would take his pleasure.

He started licking her clit again and he slowly slid a finger into her hot sheath. At that there was no stopping the release. Brook's orgasm overwhelmed her and took away all her control. She clenched onto the bed and screamed out as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy took her over. The way Will seemed to read her body and be totally in tune to her needs blew her mind as much as the orgasm did. 

"Will, I need you in me...don't make me wait anymore..." she gasped.

Will couldn't refuse such a sweet, desiring request. He took off his pants and she helped pull off his t-shirt. The warmth of their touching skin drove him wild and he knew he would never be able to give it up. He brushed the hair out of her face as he slid into her. 

The heat was incredible and his dick fit snugly. Gently he slid out and back in as she raised her legs to get him deeper inside her. She loved watching his shaft disappear into her and recognized the importance of it. His face beaded with sweat and she could tell he was making sure to hold back a little. But, at this point she didn't care because he felt so good sliding in and out of her.

She watched as his sinewy muscles flexed while he held his wait above her. She loved the way he looked, and she made sure to appreciate every inch of him. She could feel another orgasm rising with every pelvis thrust into her clit. He leaned in and kissed her neck and traced a line up to her earlobe where he gave a light nibble. And once again, the heat overtook her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, holding him inside her as she navigated through every undulation of pleasure.

After her body was spent, she relaxed as he started up his pace again. Her body lay limp, but her mind was picking up the pieces. She decided it was time to turn the tables. She pushed him off her, getting some reward out the look of shock on his face, and quickly hopped on top. She smiled mischievously, slowly lowered herself onto Will rigid cock. This position afforded her deeper penetration and though she intended on going slow, she surely couldn't stop grinding. 

Will couldn't believe the change in the tide. She was looked delicious straddling his cock, her abs tensing with each movement, and her pert breasts bobbing up and down in rhythm. Her hands were on his chest and he could see the focus in her face. She was going to ride him to an orgasm and take him with her. 

The view alone almost took him to the edge, but when she starting moaning and grinding harder, he knew he was close. She continued, rubbing her clit on his pelvis with every thrust. She couldn't believe how wonderful in felt to have him this deep inside her. He held on to her hips. He felt the tell-tale tightening of his balls and he knew he was seconds away, Brook could see it too. 

Will held on to Brook tightly as he filled her with his cum. His grunts and groans were unreal and his orgasm was impossible to describe. As he came deep into Brook, her own orgasm was triggered with a giant swell of sensation. Her orgasm lasted far longer than his and after the mind blowing experience; she collapsed on top of him. Their breathing was staggered and there was a slick sheen of sweat between them. 

He lay there, gently caressing her back. His rapidly deflating dick was still nuzzled inside her. And he held her till her breathing evened out, and she fell asleep.



Heat of Tennis Ch. 09



Casey sat brooding. He never let a whore have the upper hand and he knew Brook and Will were having disgusting fuck fests every chance that they got. He wasn't sure who he needed to teach a lesson to more. Brook was a fucking whore who dared lead him on and play him as a fool. But Will! Will was half the man he was! He let girls walk all over him, baby him, dominate him. What a damn pussy! 

Casey had it all figured out. A way to punish both in the most royally embarrassing way possible. It was so simple he nearly laughed. He felt joyous over his little plan.

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Brook and Will were the picture of sublime happiness. They were having sex like bunnies and when they were exhausted from it, they spent time doing all the wonderful things perfectly happy couples do all the time. The played tennis, socialized with friends, watched movies, stayed up all night laughing; Brook was on cloud nine. 

They decided to go out one night to a fancy dinner just to celebrate a Thursday. It was a perfect little place that still had something to prove. The food was delicious, the portions huge, the ambiance surreal. They held hands over the dinner table with whispered conversations. After much hushed conversation and delicious food they decided to head home.

Driving home, they held hands and enjoyed each others' company. They laughed and talked about everything from music to movies to future plans. Eventually, Will noticed a pair of headlights following too closely, but he assumed he was driving too slowly because there was yet another set of headlights behind that one. Will accelerated a bit and kept conversation flowing with Brook. She had gotten a little sleepy from the wine but was clearly still focused on him, gauging the way she was massaging his arm. 

Suddenly, the car behind knocked Brook and Will's in the rear. 

"What the hell?!"

Both of them looked back to see a car swerving back and forth behind them, flashing its headlights and honking. 

"Will, what do you think is happening?" Said Brook alarmed. 

"I don't know, but I'm stopping. If they're in trouble I'll try to help, if it's an asshole, well let's just hope he's not carrying a gun."

As soon as Will began slowing, the car behind him backed off. He eased onto the shoulder and was followed by the rear car. 

"Will, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, this isn't exactly normal. If they need help they can just go to a police station or something."

"I dunno...I'm just going to check and see what's up."

Both Will and Brook exited the car and Brook waited anxiously as Will tentatively waved to the car behind and began walking towards it. Suddenly, Casey gets out of the car and slams the door behind him. 

"Will, I am sick and tired of playing games with you over that nasty whore!"

Will stopped in shock. "How dare you talk about her like that you insignificant, narcissistic asshole. You're just pissed because she thought for one second you might be worth her time and quickly learned exactly how worthless you are. You were just hoping it would take her more time, but you're damn easy to peg. Now, leave us the hell alone, or I will kick your ass, call the cops, and claim self-defense!"

Casey was pissed, but he just had to remind himself to maintain control. He quickly, purposefully walked towards Will. Will braced himself for a fight, he was so focused that he never saw it coming. Casey's hand emerged from hidden behind him and he quickly brought it to Will's abdomen and let the taser loose. Will's eyes rolled, he convulsed, and fell like a rag doll onto the ground. Brook screamed in horror but before she could run from Casey, he grabbed her by the hair, shoved her hard onto the cement and bound her with twist ties and gagged her. He picked her up and brought her to his Jeep and placed her in the front seat as Will was starting to come to. He walked back over to Will and tased him again, getting not so secret joy from it, he bound and gagged him, and dragged him to the back of his Jeep. He drove off into the darkness to a secluded cabin, never noticing the vehicle following him at a distance.

Casey was thrilled with how easily and smoothly everything had gone. Literally perfect. The most that he could hope for is that the rest will go just as perfectly. He was getting hard just thinking about it, he'd better rein that in or he'd ruin his own plans. After he managed to drag both of them inside, they twisted and groaned more than he cared for, he placed Brook on the bed and sat Will in a chair, aimed just so with a view of the bed. He strapped Will down with more twist ties. The fury in Will's eyes excited Casey; Will knew something awful was going to happen and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Now Casey moved his attentions to where they were more needed, Brook was doing her damnedest to get out of her restraints. It warmed Casey's heart seeing how excited she was for him. He touched her face lightly as she tried to yell at him. 

"Don't worry, baby. I know you had some reservations about me, but I'll make it feel so good. And it'll be perfect, cause Will will get to see that we are meant to be together."

Casey pulled out a knife. At the sight of it Brook started feeling faint. She thought she knew what was coming till she saw that. Casey smiled, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I wouldn't put this in you, but I think you know what will be ripping into you." He slowly cut her tight skirt up from the bottom as she began to panic. "Now, if you keep wiggling, I might nick ya."

Just at that moment, when all seemed lost, the door slammed open and in rushes in Abby...with a gun?! 

"Stop Casey." Her voice was deadpan, ominous. "Get off her and stand over there."

Casey's smile quickly faded. Nothing registered but pure shock. Holding the gun with surprising steadiness, Abby picked up the knife and freed both of them. 

"Alright Casey, slowly walk to the door, no sudden movements. After the shit you made me put up with, don't think I wouldn't shoot your fine ass."

Slowly, they both walked towards the door, Casey looking like a neutered dog and Abby smug. Before Abby walked over the threshold she looked back at Brook, "Don't worry, I'll take care of him..." Abby grabbed the knife and cut Will's restraints.

Brook couldn't tell if Abby was menacing or horny, and at this point really didn't care. After they had left the cabin, Will raced across the room to Abby and cut off her restraints. "Oh my God, Will..." Will tipped her chin towards his face and kissed her deeply in relief. They looked at each other, searching and kissed again. He caressed her face possessively and moved his hand slowly down her neck, her collar bone, lightly over her breast to her side. He leaned his forehead to hers and breathed deeply with his eyes closed. Brook smiled, pecked his lips, "I think it's time we had some fun..." 

She reached over and grabbed the left-over zip ties and smiling, tied Will to the bed posts. Then she reached down and secured his legs. She pulled off his shoes and socks and reached over for the dropped knife. "I would ask if you mind if I ruin your clothes, but you're mine now, and I say you don't mind."

Slowly, deliberately, she cut off his clothes, revealing his tanned, toned body. She slowly moved her face up his leg, past his groin to his chest, smelling his sweat pheromones. He smelled intoxicating to her and her pussy was yearning for him, but she knew she needed to tease more, even if he was primed to receive her.

She straddled him and moved upwards, "I need to be more wet, and you're just the man to do the job."

She lowered her little pussy onto his awaiting mouth. She used the headboard to help support her wait as she buckled from the skill of his tongue. His tongue was hot and practiced. He licked her slowly from back to front, not shrinking from any part of her. He kissed just around her clit, never making full contact, making her squirm to try and regain control and get some satisfaction. He probed his tongue inside her, still never making the crucial connection she needed. But, she remember that she was the one in charge here. 

She backed off of his face, "If you don't like my clit like you know I want you to, you get no sex, mister." 

Somewhat surprised, Will raised his eyebrows, yet acquiesced, "Yes ma'am!"

She lowered herself back onto his face. He encircled her clit with his tongue. The heat sent shivers through her body. She could feel her orgasm building as she began to grind her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. She felt like she was chasing the Great White Whale, she wanted this orgasm so badly. As she ground into his face, he licked as furiously as he could, sensing her impending orgasm and all at once she blew. Her orgasm was mind-blowing; she made noises she wasn't proud of, her toes curled and it fell like her pussy was literally all that there was to her body. 

When it finally blew over, she wanted more. She got off his face, bent and kissed him, smiling because she tasted herself on his face. She kissed down his chest and slowly moved to his groin. She wrapped her little hand around his hard cock and licked the ridge of the head, thrilled with his erection. Then she engulfed her dick with her mouth, laughing inwardly at his shocked gasp. She stroked the base of his dick along with the rhythm of her mouth on the head. With her other hand she massaged his balls emphatically. She started with a slow rhythm and could hear the low, approving hum in his throat. So, she moved faster and faster, making a career of pleasing him. 

"Baby, you're gonna make me cum if you don't stop." She looked up and smiled a smug, proud smile. She wanted control and she successfully took it. But, she was ready for more.

"So, do you think you'd be able to satisfy my needs if I decided to get on top?"

Will wasn't sure, but he would do his damnedest to hold back until she came again. "Ride me."

She smiled a brilliant smile and slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock. Her already sensitive pussy pulsated to the sudden intrusion and Brook felt a satiety in her gut that only a smile could represent. She began slowly because that was all that she was capable of. She moved forward and back, forcing his dick deep inside her and rubbing her clit on his skin. She knew, after that last assault on her senses, that she didn't have much time left before she lost it. She tensed her pussy and tried to hold back the impending orgasm. She read the signs on his face, he was close too. She just need to ride it out, literally and metaphorically. 

He was losing it. He wanted to last but the combination of the restraints, the taste of her on his lips, and watching her grind furiously on him was too much. Her tits were perfect; she had beautiful pink nipples, a cute little belly button, and the sight of her pussy pushing against his cock in desperation in conjunction with the pained facial expression made him lose it. He could feel his cock pulsating as he blew his load deep inside her. And then she began screaming with delight. The rarest of rare's, they were cumming at the same time.

She could feel every vein in his rigid cock. Her mind was excited and fuzzy. Her pussy replaced all thoughts. She had a giant cock pulsating inside her. She may have been in charge, but she was a slave to this orgasm. She thrust her tits out as she arched her back to take every inch of him in. She wailed in ecstasy.

Finally, she collapsed on his body, burying her face in his neck. Their breathing was labored as they struggled to control themselves. She grasped him with her arms, his dick still inside her, and slowly came to her senses. He held her close and savored every moment.

Their breathing slowed and calm was found again. They became aware of the silence and aware of real life.

Brook turned her face to his ear, "...so we're calling the police, right?"

"Hell yes we are..."