“You know we don't really have to do this.”
“What do you mean?” Shane replied.
“I know my mom is making us play tennis as some sort of bonding experience. I can go right now and we can both say that I did it.”
Shane handed me a tennis racket. “You're not getting out of this so easily.”
I wanted to hit him across the face with the racket. My mom and stepdad were teaming up to make my life a living hell.
Shane pointed to a white line on the green court. “Why don't you go stand over there and I'll be on the other side of the net.” He grabbed a few tennis balls and ran to his side of the court.
I took my position on the white line he indicated until we were in line with each other. “What do I do now?” I asked.
“I just want to get a feeling for how you play. I'll hit the ball to you and just do whatever feels natural to you.”
I nodded and tried to remember the times I'd seen tennis players actually play. Shane bounced the neon green ball in front of him and smacked it over the net.
It was almost too fast for my eyes to comprehend. I swung the racket as hard as I could but completely missed. The ball bounced behind me into the fence. I wasn't very surprised. I'd never been good at sports and whiffing on the ball was a given.
“Good effort,” Shane said. “Let's try one more. This time focus on the ball and keep your eyes on it the entire time.”
I nodded and took what I believed to be a tennis stance with my knees bent. Shane hit the ball like before and I swung exactly like last time. Except this time I connected with the ball and it went sailing over Shane's head and over the fence.
“You did much better that time. If we were playing baseball you would've hit a home run.”
I had barely played at all and sweat was already beginning to accumulate on my back. Wearing sweatpants might not of been the best decision.
Shane ran around to my side of the net. “I'm going to show you how to swing the racket correctly. Trust me it will be very easy.”
He approached me from behind and put his hands on me. I wanted to throw up at first. The thought of my stepdad's hands on me was disgusting. He positioned my body until it was straight on with the net in the middle of the court. The more he touched me the more I warmed up to it. His touch was firm and confident. He didn't hesitate when he felt my arms or my hips.
Shane helped me with my grip on my racket. “Use both hands at first,” he began. “If the ball is coming to your right side. Separate your hands and swing with just your right.” He pressed his body against me from behind and took control of my hands. “Like this.”
Sweat began to form on my forehead. The feeling of this man so close to me was awakening a desire within me I never knew I had. I could feel the front of his shorts just barely touching my ass. All I needed to do what back up an inch and I'd probably feel his hard cock against me.
He separated my hands and swung the racket with my right. He repeated the motion a few times until I could do it myself.
“Now when the ball comes to your left, you're going to perform a backhand. You'll keep both hands on the racket as you swing.” Shane guided me. “Twist your body at your waist and not at your feet.”
I wanted him to be behind me all day, showing me various tennis moves. I couldn't believe the insane rate that my feelings were developing for my stepdad. I wanted to vomit at the thought of him just a few hours ago.
And now I wanted him naked on top of me, pumping that big cock of his in and out. My mind was so dirty and it made me blush. I almost forget to pay attention to what Shane was telling me.
Shane backed away from me. “It will take a lot of practice so don't get discouraged if you don't figure it out immediately. Now are you ready to try it out by yourself?”
“Can you show me that backhand one more time?” I asked with a sly smile.
“Of course.” Shane resumed his position behind me and held my arms. His touch gave me goosebumps.
I bent down just a little and pushed my ass backwards. I met Shane's shorts and felt his hardness against my sweatpants. He felt so good against me.
Shane immediately backed away and acted like nothing happened. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of his boner in his tight shorts.
“Let's try a few practice shots,” he said.
Chapter Four
With each swing, I got better and better. I worked on my control and after a hundred balls or so, I was actually able to keep it in the court.
“That should be good enough for today,” Shane announced.
I was completely exhausted. My clothes were soaked with sweat. I now knew the reason for the headband.
But I was ready to train with him all day if that meant more time with Shane.
“Did you bring water?” he asked me.
I shook my head. Shane tossed me his water bottle. I took a sip and imagined his lips touching mine. I handed the bottle back to him and wiped my mouth. “Thank you.”
“You learned a lot today. Shall we do it at the same time tomorrow?” Shane asked.
“Sounds good to me. I'll see you at home for dinner then.”
My mom had won. After one day, I was ready to play tennis for the rest of my life as long as that meant spending alone time with Shane.
I drove back home with the biggest smile on my face. I'd never felt so excited before. I'd never been touched by a man like that.
“How was it?” my mom asked as I entered the kitchen. She was still sitting behind her laptop and most likely hadn't moved all day.
I tried to play it cool. “It went okay. I don't know if I really like it yet.”
“Just remember our promise. Give it a few more days and if it doesn't work out, then you can quit.”
“Don't worry, Mom, I'll give it a try. I'm going to go take a shower to wash away this gross feeling.”
“Be ready for dinner in couple hours,” my mom replied.
“What are we eating?”
“I'm going to have Shane pick up some hamburgers. Anything special you want?”
“Just make sure that mine doesn't have pickles.”
I entered the warm shower and washed off the day's sweat. My muscles were already sore and they would only be worse tomorrow. I closed my eyes and let the water run over my body and relax my muscles.
I thought about Shane behind me, pressing against my ass. I wanted him to take me right there on the rough court.
My hand slipped down past my stomach and reached my freshly shaved pubic mound. I let my fingers tease my clit just a little bit.
I wanted Shane to join me in the shower, his hands pushing me against the glass door, his lips touching mine, our naked bodies joining together.
I slipped my fingers further down and felt how slick I was. I could never get myself this aroused so easily before.
I imagined Shane bending me over, gripping my hips as he entered me, his cock filling every inch of me. He slammed me against the shower door over and over again, whispering how much he loved me in my ear.
I returned to my swollen clit and swirled it around. The muscles in my legs instantly flexed and pain radiated through my body from the soreness. I ignored it and continued touching myself.
I pictured the water running off our bare skin, Shane grabbing my hair and fucking me harder. I wanted him to spill his seed inside me.
I furiously rubbed my clit faster and faster. My other hand squeezed my soft breast and pinched my erect nipple. It didn't take much to get me to orgasm. My thighs vibrated intensely and a moan escaped my lips. An explosion of pleasure flooded my system and I collapsed onto the shower floor.
I wanted to touch myself again and again. I didn't care that I was only making myself even more sore. I split my legs and reached down there again. My body was ready for me again.
A knock at the door ruined everything. “Danielle! You've been in the shower for way too long. Shane is here with dinner.”
I jumped up and opened
up the shower door. “I'll be right there.” I felt embarrassed but knew that there was no way she heard what I was doing in there.
She might not like the idea that I was masturbating to the idea of my stepdad taking me hard in the shower.
I blow-dried my hair as fast I could and ran out of the bathroom with a towel hastily wrapped around me. I almost made it to my room until Shane walked into the hallway. I immediately tried to cover up all of me with the towel but it was too late.
Shane looked at me with lust in his eyes. His dark gaze looked me up and down. “The hamburgers are here.”
My face went a bright shade of red. How much did he see of me? My towel was covering my bottom pretty well but I didn't do a good job of covering up my tits.
I gulped. “I'll be down in a minute.”
I ran into my bedroom and shut the door, gasping for breath. I stood there for a moment with a smile on my face.
I knew that Shane wouldn't be able to resist me anymore.
Chapter Five
My mom and Shane were already sitting down at the dinner table when I arrived. The smell of grilled meat in the air made my stomach grumble. I'd barely eaten anything the entire day. I went to the brown fast food bag and pulled out the last remaining burger in a wrapper.
“Shane got some fries for you too,” my mom said.
I turned to Shane and gave him a smile. “Thank you.”
He returned the smile and continued to eat.
I sat down with the family and unwrapped my burger. The smell of pickles immediately filled my nose. I lifted up the bun and spotted three ugly pickles sitting there in a mess of ketchup.
“Disgusting,” I said.
“What? You don't like pickles?” Shane asked.
“I'm so sorry, honey,” my mom said. “I completely forgot to tell Shane about your allergy to pickles.”
I wanted to plug my nose as I took each pickle out and threw it in the trash. “I'm not allergic to pickles. I just don't like them.”
I took the first bite out of my burger and winced. Pickle juice had made its way into the meat. There was no way to salvage this. I continued to eat it and tried not to gag.
“So tell me all about tennis?” my mom asked me.
“It went it okay,” I replied. I was torn between trying to play it down for my mom and dressing it up for Shane. I didn't want her to know how much fun I had. In fact I couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow.
“Just okay?” Shane replied. He turned to my mom. “I think Danielle has some real talent.”
I almost choked on my food. He thought I had talent? That couldn't have been farther from the truth.
My mom had a shocked face. “Well I knew she had it in her. All she had to do was apply herself.”
Shane nodded. “I think we could make some real progress if we spent the summer practicing before she went back to college. Maybe she could even try out for her college team.”
Now that was a stretch. I'd only been one day and I wasn't very good. Maybe Shane had an ulterior motive? What if he was prepping my mom for the fact that we would be spending a lot of time together soon.
My mom put her hand on top of mine. “Do you think you would want to try out for a team?”
I took another bite of my hamburger and wanted to spit it out. But I pulled through and managed to swallow it. “I don't know. Maybe it's possible if Shane and I played more together.”
My mom wiped ketchup off her mouth with a napkin. “Wow I can't believe it. After this morning, I thought that this was going to lead to nowhere. Now you might be trying out for a college team.”
I couldn't believe it either.
But tennis was the last thing on my mind.
And I knew Shane felt the same way.
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The next morning, I spent hours looking for the right skirt. I knew I had bought a short white open skirt a long time ago. It would be perfect for tennis. I couldn't show up wearing the sweat pants that I wore the last time.
I needed to knock Shane's socks off. I needed him to ravage me the moment he laid eyes on me. I tore apart my entire closet and came up empty handed.
My bedroom door opened and Shane poked his head in. He normally knocked but not this time. What was he trying to do? Catch me with my clothes off?
Instead he caught me wearing the ugliest pajamas with yellow ducks on it. My room looked like my closet had just projectile barfed everywhere.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but I wanted to know if you wanted me to drive you to the tennis courts. No need for both of us to drive there.”
I nodded. “That sounds good to me.”
Shane closed the door and I was finally able to exhale. What if he had caught me completely naked? I almost wished that would've happened. I cursed my terrible pajamas. Now I knew that Shane might walk in on me at any moment.
The next time I'd be prepared.
I ran my fingers through my hair wondering where that skirt could be. I realized that I used to kick clothes under my bed when my mom asked me to clean my room. I scooped clothes out of the way and found a treasure trove under my bed.
Clothes that I hadn't seen in years were under there. Tiny tops, dirty socks, and even some stuffed animals. I pulled everything out and thought that I was going to come up empty-handed until I found a little bit of white peeking out from behind a stuffed elephant.
I pulled the white skirt out and raised it over my head in triumph. Now the big question was: did it even fit me anymore?
I tore off my pajama pants and put on the white skirt. It was a little short but open enough for my legs to move around. I knew that most women that played tennis always wore panties that covered their entire ass because their skirt would often fly up.
I wasn't going to wear anything.
Shane was going to get the shock of his life.
Chapter Six
I joined Shane in the garage as he was loading the car with his bag filled with rackets and balls.
“I'm all ready,” I announced.
Shane closed the trunk and got a good look at me. His eyes almost burst out of his sockets. “Wow you look very nice. You look like you could really be a tennis player.”
I paired my white skirt with a light blue polo shirt. My brown hair was pulled back in a nice ponytail. I did a little spin around. My skirt flowed outwards but not enough for Shane to get a peek at my ass. I couldn't give away all my secrets yet. “Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I'm ready to take this serious.”
“Good to hear. Let's get to it then.” Shane jumped into his black BMW and I joined him in the passenger side.
The leather seats felt good against my bare legs. I put my hands on my thighs and rubbed them up and down slowly. I could feel Shane's eyes on me as he hit the push-start ignition. The car rumbled to life and the vibrations in the seat felt really nice in the right spot.
We pulled out of the garage and Shane slammed the pedal to the floor when we hit the open road. My body was pushed back into the seat and I could feel the G-Force against my face.
I didn't know what to say to him and looking over at Shane he had an uncomfortable look on his face. He didn't know what to say either.
But one of us had to break the ice. “How long have you been playing tennis?” I asked.
Shane rotated the steering wheel hand-over-hand as he took a corner. “God, I've held a racket every since I was a baby. Or at least that's what my mother said.”
“Did you ever play professionally?” I asked.
“I guess your mom never told you the story, huh?”
I shook my head and waited patiently. I had no idea that there was a story.
Shane gripped the steering wheel tighter.“Well it was about ten years ago now. I actually can't believe it's been that long. I was competing in the U.S. Open. Do you know what that is?”
“I might not of played tennis before but I'm not stupid. Getting to the U.S. Open is a major thing.”
I couldn't believe he was that g
ood at tennis. I mean looking at him, he certainly seemed like he could compete at a top level. He was in such good shape. But I didn't know enough about tennis.
“Right. It was especially for me. I had worked so hard my entire life and it all ended so suddenly. It wasn't even during a match. I was practicing on the court before my first opponent and I landed on my ankle wrong. Turned out I had torn my achilles.”
I winced immediately. I couldn't imagine that type of pain.
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