Match Point

by Chelsea Dorsette

  After four weeks of watching him teach lesson after lesson, Danielle had never seen him put his body up so close to anyone before and warning bells were going off in her head. At twenty-eight years old, Danielle had never been able to keep a boyfriend for very long due to her possessive, jealous and selfish nature. Although she was a stunning brunette with long hot legs that turned many a man’s head, she had a cold and calculating heart. When Danielle set her sights on someone, she would turn on the sweet southern charm. After getting him into bed, it was never long before the jealousy would take over and she would turn into a shrew. Consequently, she drove men away faster than if she were chasing them with an axe.

  Danielle was born and raised in Bluffton, South Carolina, located on mainland Hilton Head. Her father had left her mother when Danielle was five years old and she had grown up with overwhelming feelings of abandonment. Her mother, who was also very beautiful, jumped from one man to the next but could never keep them around for long. Over the course of her childhood and teenage years, most of her mother’s boyfriends would try to touch Danielle in inappropriate ways and ask her to do dirty and disgusting things when her mother was at the beauty salon working. Due to her deep-rooted feelings of abandonment by her father and the lecherous men who were in and out of her house growing up, Danielle developed a huge mistrust and deep-seated anger toward the male portion of the population. Yet at the same time, she also had an overwhelming need for male attention. So far, Danielle’s romantic life was a vicious cycle of conquest and abandonment. Sadly, she never looked inward deep enough to understand why she went from one toxic relationship to another. She just continued to blame the men for the failures in her life.

  Right now Danielle’s sights were set completely on Patrick and he was the bull’s eye on her target. She was pretty sure he wasn’t dating anyone, nor did he seem to be looking. Patrick always treated both his male and female students the same way and never came across solicitous or flirtatious. Danielle was completely aware of the fact that women flirted with him, which pissed her off. But not once had she ever seen him react to their attempts with anything more than a polite smile, at least not until today. As Danielle stood hanging tennis outfits and folding shirts, she was determined to make sure no one got in the way of her getting what she wanted. There was no way in hell she was going to let anybody else hone in on her territory or interfere with her plans. She was going to think long and hard about how to make this new little strawberry blonde “problem” go away.

  Chapter Five

  Patrick couldn’t remember the last time he was completely swept off his feet by a woman. Most of the ladies he came in contact with were shallow and too obvious about the fact that all they wanted was to get him into bed. Patrick had spent his younger years taking advantage of this but now at thirty-two years old, he found it hollow and unfulfilling. He didn’t fully understand his immediate attraction to his new student, but his body was definitely responding to being near her.

  There was no doubt in Patrick’s mind that he found Kelly beautiful, but he could instantly sense that she had a big, open heart and a fun sense of humor. It took all of his concentration during that first lesson to keep from having a huge hard-on. So much so that he was determined to put on a tight pair of underwear during his next lesson with her! For the next few days that followed after meeting Kelly, Patrick was booked with tennis lessons and clinics. Yet he couldn’t keep his mind off of her. He was instantly smitten and every spare minute he had undisturbed, he fantasized about her. Tomorrow was Kelly’s next lesson and Patrick couldn’t wait. He knew he would have trouble sleeping tonight in anticipation of seeing her again. As he turned off the bedside table lamp and settled down under the covers he fell asleep thinking about how he was going to try to win her over.

  ***

  “Damn him!” Kelly thought to herself as she sat in front of the computer. How the hell was she going to get anything written when all she could do was think of Patrick and what passed between them? She had heard of the phrase “instant connection” but had never experienced it before. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning that all but rendered her useless. Kelly couldn’t believe she was able to move her legs during that first lesson, let alone hit the frigging tennis balls! She could sense beneath his gorgeous exterior that Patrick had a pent up energy akin to a race horse stomping with impatience inside the starting gate waiting for it to be lifted so he could fly with unbridled abandon. Behind the soft voice and calm exterior Kelly could feel a strong sexual current between them which excited her to the point of making her skin tingle even under the hot summer sun. As much as she was looking forward to seeing Patrick again tomorrow for her second lesson, she was also terrified because she wanted to do well but worried she would screw up. Shutting down her computer for the night Kelly crawled into bed, snapped off the light and hoped for the best.

  ***

  As Kelly walked into the club house the next day, she was given a cool greeting this time by a woman with long brunette hair and steely blue eyes. The woman was a pretty gal, but the scowl on her face and her rude behavior made her quite unattractive at the moment. Kelly had not seen this woman when she initially signed up for lessons. Those other ladies had welcomed her with open arms and were talkative, friendly, and inviting. This woman all but ignored her. Kelly didn’t know why, but an icy chill coursed through her body as the brunette, whose name tag said Danielle, told her what court her lesson was going to be on.

  Thinking the gal was just having a bad day Kelly shrugged it off and headed to the door to go outside. Just as the door was about to shut behind her, Kelly was almost positive she heard the woman whisper, “Bitch.” Thinking she had just misheard it, she continued out the door. But none the less, her radar was up.

  Over the next few lessons, Patrick and Kelly’s friendship grew stronger while the sexual tension between them grew hotter. Finally after the fourth lesson Patrick asked her out on a date. Kelly was thrilled and instantly said yes. She looked forward to spending time with him off the tennis courts.

  “There’s a great restaurant I’d like to take you to called Marley’s Island Grill,” explained Patrick. “It’s just outside of the Sea Pines gate and the food and atmosphere is the best on the island. How about I pick you up tomorrow night at 7:00 pm?” After enthusiastically agreeing Kelly gave Patrick her address and they exchanged phone numbers.

  Looking at the sheet of paper she had handed him with her information Patrick looked up and said in a shocked voice, “You live in Turnbury? I live just down the street in Center Court!” They both laughed at the newly discovered fact that they lived within walking distance of each other. She had passed the Center Court condos many times and was always curious about what they were like inside. Secretly she hoped she would get that chance…very soon!

  Leaving Marley’s at 9:00 pm Friday night after a most enjoyable evening and fabulous meal, Patrick suggested an after dinner walk on the beach. Kelly was delighted as the night was perfect for an evening stroll. The moon was full and a gentle breeze caressed their skin as they kicked off their shoes and walked bare foot down the beach. The evening sand felt cool on their feet and their quiet conversation was accompanied by the rhythmic sound of waves lapping up along the shoreline. The moonlight illuminated their way as they talked about everything from their childhood to their future hopes and dreams. Kelly and Patrick were equally surprised when they learned they were both from New Jersey and they enjoyed comparing notes on what parts of the state they liked best.

  After an hour of walking companionably side by side, Patrick gently took her hand in his as casually as if he had done it a hundred times before. Kelly’s heart instantly melted for him. She had always found it fascinating how such a simple gesture like holding hands could feel so intimate. With her hand now wrapped in the warm embrace of his, suddenly all of the feelings Kelly had been having and pushing down over the past couple of weeks came welling up inside her.

  As Patrick stopped and tu
rned to face her, he knew immediately that she wanted him to kiss her. Christ, he wanted to kiss her from the first moment he met her but didn’t want to rush things. Without a moment’s hesitation, Patrick pulled her close and said softly while cupping her face, “Kelly, you are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to do this from the second I met you.” Without another word he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her lips at first, very gently and lightly. As Patrick continued to caress her mouth with his soft lips, he ran his tongue gently along her bottom lip and every so often gave it a soft bite. She had never been kissed so sensually before. As the heat between her thighs got hotter, the arms she had folded around his neck held tighter.

  There was nobody on this stretch of beach as it was now getting late. Kelly and Patrick were both grateful for that because there was no way either of them could stop. As Kelly’s breathing became quicker and she started to gently moan, their kisses became deeper and more urgent. What started as soft and sensual was now turning hot and passionate and she could feel Patrick’s cock digging into her. Feeling her body growing more and more excited in response to his touch, Kelly knew she wanted this man right now more than she wanted to breathe.

  Right in the middle of their heated kissing, Kelly pulled away from his warm embrace and put her hand on his chest to hold him away. Patrick was devastated. Had she not enjoyed the kiss? Did he mistake her feelings for him? Chastising himself for making too quick a move, Patrick started to apologize then stopped instantly when he saw a naughty twinkle in her eye and a sly smile spread across her face.

  Confused, he just stared at her and was hopelessly relieved when Kelly said with a seductive lilt to her voice, “So Mr. tennis pro, what are your thoughts about skinny dipping? It would be quite a shame to come to the beach on a beautiful warm summer night without taking advantage of the water, wouldn’t it?”

  Patrick was beyond delighted at the idea! This woman was full of surprises and he couldn’t think of anything he would rather do. Before he could even respond, Kelly ripped off her top and bra. Seeing her beautiful bare breasts shining in the moonlight with upturned hardened nipples was his complete undoing. All he could do was stand and stare in awe. Keeping her eyes on his, Kelly gave him another seductive smile, dropped her shorts and panties and with a giggle filled with mischief, she turned and was off and running toward the water.

  To Patrick, Kelly was a sight to behold as he watched her beautiful naked body running toward the water with her lush bottom bouncing up and down. He had never seen a woman so uninhibited or joyful. Kelly breathed new life into him and amazed him at every turn. All at once Patrick realized he was still standing on the shore completely clothed! Hearing her playful screams as she entered the water, Patrick undressed with warp speed and found himself splashing into the water behind her.

  The ocean was warm and felt delightful against their bare skin as they dove through waves and floated on their backs staring up at the sky. As the waves gently rocked them up and down they could hear the seagulls cry overhead as they watched the stars glisten. Kelly had never known such peace before. Bobbing gently on the waves Patrick once again reached out and took her hand. Just as Kelly was about to say something, Patrick suddenly pulled her toward him and positioned her so she was upright and face to face with him.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed. The water was only up to his chest so Patrick could easily stand and touch the bottom as she curled her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. While reaching around to caress and pinch her bottom with both hands, he made love to her mouth, face and neck with his hungry lips and tongue. The feel of their wet bodies against each other made her shiver with desire despite the warm water. Time seemed to stand still for both of them as he continued to lavish her with his mouth while squeezing her bottom as the waves quietly lapped against them. Although Patrick was determined to try to take things slow and easy, the next thing he knew his hands were cupping and squeezing her breasts.

  “Oh Patrick,” she moaned. “That feels so good.” Encouraged by her praise and her obvious enjoyment of what he was doing, Patrick started to pinch her nipples and twist them between his thumbs and forefingers. Kelly’s head fell back and her cries of pleasure grew louder. “Oh baby, you’re so good at this. Oh my God!” Patrick could feel his erection getting harder and harder with each of her moans of desire. He loved the feel of her hard nubs between his fingers and he took great delight in pinching and fondling them.

  Becoming completely aroused, Patrick knew exactly what else he wanted to do to her. Whispering in her ear in an impossibly sexy voice he said, “I want you to float on your back again.”

  As they pulled apart from each other, Kelly did as he asked and let the salt water support her as she lay stretched out floating on her back while Patrick stood gazing at her for a moment. Within seconds she felt his hands on her ankles gently pushing her legs apart so she was floating spread eagle. With his hands still on her ankles he pulled her body toward him until his chest hit her thighs. Before she knew it, he slowly lifted both of her legs out of the water and positioned them so the back of her knees rested on his shoulders while her back stayed floating on the water. She had never been in such a vulnerable position, floating naked with her legs spread apart and draped over a man’s shoulders. Before she could even fathom what was coming next, Kelly felt his hands on her hips and with one sure motion he pulled her bottom up just a bit until her vagina was exposed to the night air. Her heart raced and her body quivered at the thought of what Patrick was going to do next.

  Her modesty couldn’t help but have her take a sideways glance to the beach to make sure no one had arrived for a late night walk. The moonlight was bright enough that a passerby would surely see the sexy scenario unfolding. Content that no one was around, Kelly returned her concentration back to what she knew was about to follow. As he lowered his head to the quivering apex between her thighs, she took a deep relaxing breath, stretched her arms out behind her head and gasped in sheer pleasure as his mouth and tongue descended upon her clit and wet, swollen folds. Flicking his tongue and licking her in earnest, she couldn’t help but cry out in unison with the wail of the seagulls. Kelly was in such a sexy position with the most gorgeous man giving her oral sex in the moonlight that she was overwhelmed at the intense feelings she was having. But just as she thought her emotions might get the better of her, Kelly felt that all too familiar tension building between her thighs and she instantly forgot about everything else. As his tongue teased her sweet spot relentlessly over and over again she couldn’t hold out any longer and cried out his name as the most intense orgasm tore through her.

  Kelly was feeling euphoric. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a mind-blowing orgasm. Lowering her legs off his shoulders, Patrick positioned them on either side of his waist as he reached for her hands and pulled her back up to their former position of her arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel his rock hard cock poking the back of her thigh and knew he was more than ready to be inside her.

  Releasing one hand from his neck, Kelly reached between her thighs, grabbed Patrick’s shaft and slid it just far enough into her wet, sticky walls until he started pumping. His penis was so engorged that he filled her up completely. He felt huge inside her and she loved how big and hard he was. Kelly was familiar with the saying, “bigger isn’t always better” but at this moment she completely disagreed. As Patrick pumped into her over and over again, the water slapped against their skin and Kelly could feel a second orgasm coming fast and furiously. Wanting to go over the brink again, Kelly held out until she felt Patrick shudder and start to moan. Knowing he was just about to cum, she let it herself go at the same time he took his release.

  Chapter Six

  Dayan had always had a vengeful streak. He was never one to lose easily and his competitive nature constantly got him into trouble. Somewhere along the line he had missed learning that old adage “You win some, you lose some.” Dayan
took everything way too personally and when things didn’t go his way, he took it as a personal assault and sought revenge. His arrogant attitude had always given him a false sense of entitlement which rendered him downright dangerous when he didn’t get what he wanted.

  Dayan was born in Havana, Cuba but at a young age his parents immigrated to the United States and settled in a small town in Florida. He grew up with a dominating mother addicted to crack, an abusive alcoholic father and three older brothers who didn’t hesitate to beat him up and taunt him on a daily basis. The only bright spot in those dreadful teenage years for Dayan was playing on the tennis team in high school. It was his only refuge. Playing tennis allowed Dayan to stay at school as long as he could so he didn’t have to go home until the last possible moment. One of his neighbors had given him a used tennis racquet when he was a freshman. That one kind gesture was what got Dayan into tennis, which gave him something to live for. Although his older brothers teased him about playing what they called a sissy sport, he didn’t care. As his high school years went by, tennis turned out to be not just a refuge from his twisted home life but he discovered that it was something he was actually really good at. It was the first time in Dayan’s life that people actually respected and admired him for something. His coach took Dayan under his wing and made every effort to support and encourage him. As his high school years went by, Dayan got to a point where he was playing at a college level and winning all of the matches he played. Never once did Dayan’s parents or brothers take any interest in his talent or give him the least bit of praise. His father was usually passed out drunk and his mother was almost always out on the streets looking to score.