Title: Just a Little Tennis Match
Author: bluedragon
Story Codes: MF FF Mult sch group OF anal
First Posted: 2003-01-05

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Chapter 3: Temptation

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

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

"Okay. Sure."

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

Sigh. "Okay."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nicole, I think you should get dressed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"More than you'll ever know."

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

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

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

"Of course not."

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

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

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

This could be very interesting indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, just a little doubles match!"

***

... the end ...