“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.
–
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 good 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.
“By the time I had recovered, my chance had past.”
His story was so heartbreaking. To get so close to a dream for it all to collapse in front of you was terrible. I really felt for him. I wanted to give him a big hug but thought it might be too much.
“Enough of this sappy shit. Let's go play some tennis.”
I didn't even realize that we were sitting in the parking lot of my old high school. I was completely enthralled with his story that time flew by so fast.
We entered the courts and Shane set down the bags of gear. “Let's do some stretching before we start. Don't want to pull any muscles right?”
I followed Shane's stretch routine as closely as I could. The air breezed up my open skirt and gave me a chill. I'd never gone commando in a skirt before.
I had to be careful not to bend over too far or else Shane would see everything. And it wasn't time for that yet.
Shane brought out his racket and handed me mine. “Why don't you go to the other side of the court and I'll warm you up with a few balls.”
I wanted him to warm me up with his nice hard cock.
I ran over to the other side of the net and took my position. I tried to remember what Shane had taught me the day before about twisting at my hips.
The first ball came at me with blinding speed. Faster than they were coming yesterday. I closed my eyes and swung the racket and it actually connected with the tennis ball. It crossed the net barely hitting the top of it.
And it actually landed in bounds.
Shane moved towards it and hit back to me.
This wasn't as easy as I thought. The first ball had been hit straight to me and I didn't have to move. This time I had to go to the ball but I couldn't hit it with my feet planted as I did the first time.
The ball went flying straight up into the sky and landed back on my side of the court. “Sorry about that,” I yelled to Shane.
“Don't worry about it, Danielle. You'll get the hang of it. Let's try a few more,” he replied.
Shane hit ball after ball to me. I was able to hit it back and keep it in bounds the first time. But the second I had to move to the ball, I couldn't keep the same form and the ball went flying wild.
“I don't think I'm going to get this,” I said.
“I know you're discouraged but you're actually doing really well. Let me come over there and show you a few pointers.”
This was what I wanted. His body against me again. This was a chance to show him how much I needed him.
Chapter Seven
Shane set down his racket on a bench and came over to my side. “I think I know what you're problem is,” he said.
“Yeah I already know I'm terrible at this,” I replied.
“Not at all. I think you're getting nervous whenever the ball lands outside your comfort zone. I want you to take your position and I'll bounce the ball just out of reach.”
Shane showed me what to do. He bent down low and shuffled his feet towards the ball. “Keep low to the ground and line yourself up with the ball. We'll start with it just out of reach so take your position.”
This isn't what I wanted. I needed him to come behind and press against me. Show me how to swing properly.
I took my position and Shane bounced the ball a foot to my left. I shuffled over and kept low like he said. My form stayed the same and I was able to hit the ball over the net and in bounds.
“There you go! Now it's not much different if the ball is farther away. You won't need to keep low as much and you can open your body more. This will all come in time. But for now we'll stay with the ball closer to you.”
Shane was ready to go back to the other side of the court but I couldn't let him go yet. “Can you show me how to swing one more time. I feel like I'm close to getting it.”
He didn't hesitate to come over. He took his position behind me and grabbed my arms, using me like a marionette doll. “Don't try to think about it too much just let it flow natural.”
He moved my arm with the racket in a swinging motion. I pushed my ass out to meet the front of his shorts as I did the motion. I could feel him hard against me. Excitement grew in my veins. I could hear Shane take a sharp breath in.
“Is this right?” I asked innocently.
He didn't know what to say or do next.
I stepped forward and away from Shane. I lifted up my white skirt and showed him my bare ass. “Can you show me?” I asked.
Shane came over and put his arms on my shoulders. He spun me around until I faced him and our eyes locked. The wanting in his eyes was overflowing.
He kissed me hard, our lips pressed together. I separated mine and moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. The sizzling feel of pleasure hit me like lightning. Shane's arms wrapped around me and pushed me deeper into the kiss.
Shane moved my head to side and burrowed into my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. His other hand reached down and under my skirt. My thighs were slick with wetness. He ran his finger up my leg until he hit my soaking wet pussy.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, playing gently with my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I breathed into his ear.
Shane was unstoppable now. His claws tore at my shirt until I lifted it off my head and threw it onto the court. His eyes lit up at the sight of my large tits sitting nicely in a white lace bra.
“When I saw you in that towel after the shower, I knew I had to have you,” he said. Shane ran his fingers along my peaks and pushed his hand into the cup of my
bra until he got a handful of my breast. He squeezed, running his finger over my nipple until it became big and erect.
Shane's fingers sneaked around my back and unhooked my bra without me noticing. He let it fall to the ground and immediately placed his hands on my chest. I'd never been touched like that before and I loved it. Shane knew how to make every moment feel like an orgasm.
His lips wrapped around my nipples and he sucked on me. I held his head against my tits as he ran his tongue over every inch of them.
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