The Tennis Match
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The bitch! How dare she? I was so angry, I almost screamed at her.
We were sitting together, waiting to be called on to the court. It was club championships, and I had made the final, up against Maria Martinez. I wasn't expected to win, she was a top player, but I wasn't expecting it to go like this either.
We had exchanged pleasantries, and then she said, “You're coached by Jacqui Knight aren't you?”
“Yes,” I said, “she's been great, I've come such a long way.” “Well, a word of warning,” she said, “She might be a good coach, but there have been rumours. You need to be careful.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“I hear she's a lesbian. Just be aware of it, in case she tries anything with you.”
I was furious. Before I knew what I was doing, I blurted out “Well I’m lesbian too, so that's no problem.”
Her eyes opened wide, and then her mouth curled in distaste.
I was so upset that I played like an idiot. Martinez won the first three games easily. I couldn't seem to focus. I was playing the wrong shots, and missing most of what I did try.
I glanced at Jacqui. She was really concerned. She knew I was playing badly. Then I looked at Martinez, and I took myself in hand. She wasn't going to beat me. I put all my energy into the next game. I ran like a madwoman, retrieving every shot. I put all my anger and frustration into the racquet.
Soon, it was her looking flustered. When we were both near the net, I didn't do my usual apologetic smile. I glared at her. I made no attempt to disguise my dislike for her. The anger didn't leave me. It carried me through the rest of the game, and before I knew it, I had won two sets to love. I shook hands with a minimum of grace and left the court.
I went over to Jacqui and she gave me a hug. I was so mixed up. I hadn’t allowed myself to think too much about the possibility of winning, but I thought I’d feel wonderful if I did. Instead, I burst into tears.
Jacqui patted me on the back and said “What's happening? I could see there was something wrong, tell me what it is.”
So I told her what Martinez had said, and how I had responded. Jacqui's face fell. “I wish you hadn't done that,” she said. I was shattered. I had thought she would be sympathetic. After all, I was standing up for her.
“Why, it was you I was trying to protect?”
“When you said, ‘I'm a lesbian too’, you confirmed to her that I was, and now the whole club will know.”
“But I thought they knew anyway.”
“They probably do. My friends do, and I expect others have an idea. But it's every person’s choice to come out on their own terms. It's not ok to do it for them.”
I sniffed and turned away. “Wait,” she said, but I was too angry. I raced to the clubhouse, gathered my things and left. There was going to be a prize-giving ceremony, but I couldn’t face it. Instead, I went home to my flat, showered and changed, and had a medicinal shot of tequila.
Then another one. And another. Things got hazy after that.
I woke in the morning with my head pounding and my mouth tasting like crap. I hadn't drunk like that for a long time, and I hadn't been hungover like this for a long time.
I got myself some paracetamol and made a cup of tea. Slowly, I began to feel a little better. Then the phone rang. I could see that it was Jacqui's number. I wasn't sure whether to answer or not, but then I thought ‘don't be a chicken, you have to talk to her.’
I answered, “Yes.” Jacqui’s voice was immediate and sincere. “I'm so sorry,” she said. “I really wish I hadn't done what I did. Will you come over and see me, and let me explain?”
I thought about what to say, but I did really care for her, and maybe I had been foolish.
Correct that, I had certainly been foolish to drink so much. “Yes, I'll come over,” I said, “although I must admit I'm rather hungover at the minute.”
Her voice was rueful, “I thought you might be.”
I went over to Jacqui’s after lunch. I knocked on the door, and she opened it up and took me into her arms. I relaxed into her hug and had a little cry. She made me a cup of tea and we sat down in the lounge. “I want to apologize unreservedly. I was wrong and I'm so sorry.”
I sniffed. “Thank you,” I said, “but I want to take responsibility for what I did too. Only, I'm not really sure what I did. Will you explain it to me?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “I was angry, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You thought you were doing the right thing. And I have a lot more experience with these sorts of issues.”
She gathered her thoughts. “The thing is, I'm a very private person. I'm not ashamed of who I am, but I also think it's nobody's business who I sleep with. So outside of a few close friends, I don't discuss my personal life. That Martinez is a gossip, and she will have no hesitation telling everyone else in the club what she’s learned. I just prefer not to have that sort of pressure.”
“Oh,” I said. “I'm starting to understand. I'm sorry.”
She smiled. “Actually, I think I was upset mainly because I was concerned about you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, a month ago, you were terrified of even the thought that you might be a lesbian. Now you've proclaimed it to the world.”
I hadn’t thought about that. Jacqui continued, “It's great to be proud, and I have no issue with people who want everyone to know, but I think it would have been better if you’d taken more time. You could have thought it through, and made a decision, and come out on your own terms. Lesbians do still face prejudice you know. You may find that there are consequences of this that you hadn’t anticipated.”
I swallowed. She was right. I thought about the people I was going to have to tell. Fortunately, I didn't know that many people in this city, but I wanted people to hear it from me rather than from someone else, particularly somebody who was doing it maliciously.
I started to cry again. Jacqui came and put her arm around me. “I wish I hadn't done it now,” I said.
“Well, it's d one,” said Jacqui, “and on the upside, I'm really proud of you. You stood up for me. I hadn't realised before just how much that means to me. So thank you, and anything I can do to help, I'll do.”
I sniffed again. “Thank you, that means a lot.” I was still feeling rather woozy
“How much did you drink last night?” said Jacqui.
“I don't know,” I admitted ruefully.
“Well, maybe an afternoon nap would be a good idea.”
“Splendid idea,” I said.
Jacqui led me to her gorgeous bedroom. I felt better just seeing it. The calm colors, such a sense of peace from it.
I got into the bed, and Jacqui kissed me on the forehead, almost like she would a child. I felt comforted. “Sweet dreams,” she said, and in a few seconds I was asleep.
It was about 6.00 when I woke. I felt much better. I was still tired, and not exactly feeling great, but better than before. I came out and found Jacqui in the lounge reading a book.
“How do you feel?” she said.
“Much better thank you.” I came over and gave her a big hug. “How about some pizza, a soppy movie, and an early night?” she said.
We got pizza in and drank it with cola. I certainly didn't want any more booze. We watched a romantic movie, and then headed for bed. When we were in bed, Jacqui hugged me. We cuddled for a while, but neither of us made any move towards sex.
“Maybe a quiet night tonight?” said Jacqui.
“Good idea,” I said. We kissed briefly, then turned over and went to sleep.
The next day, I felt great. I was now proud of what I'd done. Martinez hadn’t only insulted Jacqui, she had insulted me. I was proud that I had stood up for myself. And I hadn't really thought about it before, but I was proud of winning the game. I had played really well. I didn't think I would be so aggressive in future games, but I could certainly play harder than I had ever thought possible.
Jacqui was already up. The smell of bacon led me to the kitchen. “Perfect timing,” she said, “I was just about to wake you for breakfast.”
“Oh yum,” I said. She served me bacon and eggs and toast, and we sat at the table in a companionable silence.
“How do you feel?” said Jacqui.
“Really good,” I replied. “It’s not just that I'm not hungover anymore, but I'm actually pleased about what I did now. I know it would have been good to take more time, but in some ways, this has freed me from any pressure. It's happened, so I just have to get on with it. But I’m still sorry for the effect on you, of course.”
“Don’t worry. I’m pleased you’re feeling OK. And I can manage fine. Perhaps I should be a bit more open about my identity.”
Jacqui gave me a funny look. “This might be a good time to give you a special treat.”
“What sort of special treat?” I demanded, like a child offered a Christmas present.
“I didn't expect you to win the final, but I wanted to do something really special for you if you did, so I made some plans. It wasn't appropriate to do it yesterday, but I think you might just enjoy it today.”
“Oh, I'm intrigued,” I said.
“Well, let's go.”
Jacqui took me into a spare room, which was mostly filled with a massage table. An oil burner was giving off a heady scent. The room was soft and peaceful. “Your treat is a special massage,” said Jacqui.
“Oh, that sounds good.”
Jacqui smiled. “I think under the circumstances, I don't need to leave the room while you get undressed.”
“No indeed,” I laughed. I was still in my pyjamas, so it only took a minute to take them off.
I saw Jacqui taking a quick glance at my breasts as I undid the top. I pulled the bottoms down and put them aside. Then I stood facing her, proudly showing her my body. She took a discreet look and then gestured to the table. I got onto it and lay face down. “Aren't you going to take off your clothes?” I asked.
“Certainly not,” she said, “this is a professional massage. No naughtiness allowed.”
“Really?” I said.
“Well, to start with anyway,” she replied, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.
Jacqui was very good. She started at my shoulders, and worked her way down my back, stroking away the stiffness. She went over my legs, her strong fingers soothing and relaxing. It was even slightly sore on occasions, but it was a good pain. She gave my bottom a good massage, getting into those big muscles. I hadn’t realised how much you use your butt in playing a game of tennis!
Even though she was touching my bare ass, it didn't feel sexual, she was just doing a good massage. “OK,” she said, “time to turn over.”
I turned over. Now I could meet her eyes. I'm sure there was a glint there. And since I was lying completely naked on the table, offering her my body, I would have been kind of disappointed if there hadn't been a glint.
But still she was professional. She started at my foot, working up my leg. She massaged my thigh, getting near my pussy, but never touching it. Then the same on the other leg. “Of course, in a proper professional massage, you would have two towels draped across you,” she said, “but I didn't want to do that, because it's such a beautiful sight.”
I smiled. She came up onto my stomach with a nice gentle rub. I almost purred like a cat. Somehow, I was feeling incredibly relaxed and incredibly horny at the same time.
Jacqui moved her hand just around the edge of my breast. “We might get slightly less professional now,” she said with a grin.”
“Please do,” I replied.
She worked around my breast, caressing and rubbing. Finally, she reached my nipple. Taking it firmly between finger and thumb, she squeezed and pulled. My nipple hardened immediately. She went to my other breast and repeated the procedure, then both at once.
She looked at me and we shared a smug grin as she fondled my breasts. She leaned down to kiss me. We touched lips. Then the tongues came in. I ran my tongue along her lips. She did the same to me. When the tips of our tongues touched, it felt beautiful. The leisurely kiss became more urgent as our passion grew.
When she stood up, I could see that she was breathing heavily. I looked at her breasts moving up and down. “Might be time for you to take you some clothes off now,” I said.
“Well, if you insist,” she said, “but the focus is still on you, this is your special treat.”
“I promise, it will be a treat for me to see your boobs.”
Jacqui smiled. She took off her t-shirt and then her bra. I stared at her large breasts, loving the sight. “Just a little feel?” I said.
“I suppose that would be all right.” Jacqui came over to me and I reached up to cradle her breast. I moved to her nipple, rubbing it, feeling it harder under my fingers. Meanwhile, Jacqui was fondling my breasts.
Then she pulled away. “Remember, the focus is on you,” she said. “And there's one spot that we haven't massaged yet,” she said, looking at my pussy.
“I certainly hope you're not going to miss out that spot,” I said.
“Oh no,” she replied, “I have special plans for that spot.”
Jacqui opened a drawer, and came out with something that looked like a thick cylinder with a round knob on the end. My eyes widened. “What's that?” I asked.
“This, my darling, is a vibrator. Have you never tried one?”
“No,” I said, “I guess I've been a little sheltered.”
“Well, you are in for a treat now.”
She switched on the vibrator and I heard a gentle hum. She touched it to my stomach. It felt strange, but pleasant. She moved it around my tummy, and down onto my legs. It came up between my thighs, and then I felt the vibrator touch my pussy! Oh, she was right! It was a treat indeed.
Jacqui settled the vibrator over my clit and gently moved it around. I was in ecstasy. It felt like I was on the edge of coming, but also that I could go on forever. She moved it around, farther down my pussy and then back up again.
“Something else for you to try,” she said. Going back to the drawer, she took out another object. I couldn't see properly, as she quickly put it behind her back. Then I stared as she brought it out in front of me. It was a cock. A big, thick, pink cock.
“Wow,” I said.
“I think we might try this and see how you like it.”
“OK,” I said. I wasn't entirely sure, but I trusted her completely, and I was willing to try anything.
Jacqui rubbed the dildo over my breasts, teasing my nipples with the tip. She ran it down my body onto my legs, and then up and down between my thighs, just touching my pussy each time. Then she got more serious. She put the head of the dildo right on my pussy lips and moved it up and down.
I moaned at the stimulation to my clit. She pushed it in between my lips, and I felt myself opening up to accommodate it. Jacqui looked into my eyes and said, “Tell me if it gets too much, but I think you'll like it.” She pushed a little more. She was careful and gentle, and gradually my vagina opened up to accommodate the big cock.
I found I enjoyed it. I was stretched wide, but it didn't hurt. It felt nice. She pushed a little more, and the dildo slid deeper and deeper into my vagina. Finally, she let go and looked at me. “Wow,” she said, “you've taken the whole thing.”
I smiled. I was achieving a lot these days. Jacqui slowly pulled the dildo out of me, and then pushed it back. She got a good rhythm going, never getting too vigorous, just easing the big cock in and out of my pussy. It felt amazing, turning me on, keeping me on edge, close to coming but not quite there.
“And now,” said Jacqui, “let's see what happens if we try both at once.” She picked up the vibrator. She went back to slowly easing the cock in and out of my pussy, then she touched the vibrator to my clit. I felt an instant buzz, magnified by the feeling of the big cock filling my vagina.
I moaned. “That looks like a good reaction,” said Jacqui. She pulled the dildo out and pushed it back, getting a little faster now. I was panting for breath, on the edge of coming, but not quite there. Then she flicked a switch and the vibrations increased.
“Aarrrgh,” I screamed. I came long and hard, my pussy clenching down on the dildo, my body spasming and shaking from the orgasm.
When I eventually recovered my breath, Jacqui kissed me on the lips. She carefully took the dildo out of my pussy. “You are fabulous,” she said.
I looked at her in disbelief. “I think you're the fabulous one, that's the best orgasm I've ever had.”
She chuckled. “Well, there's plenty more where that came from.”
“But to make the treat complete,” I said, “I need something else.”
“What's that?” she asked, but I think she had a very good idea what I had wanted.
“I want to do you,” I said. “I want to use these toys on you.”
“I kind of thought you might,” she said with a smirk. I sat up and got off, and Jacqui lay down on the table.
“I don't have your massage skills,” I said, “so I might just go straight to the toys.”
“Be my guest.” I switched on the vibrator and heard its gentle hum. I started on her tummy, as she had with me. I quickly brought it down onto her pussy. She moaned.
I was thrilled to pleasure her so much. I moved the vibrator around searching for the best angle on her clit. I loved her wriggling and moaning. But there was another toy to be explored.
Putting the vibrator aside, I picked up the dildo. As she had done, I rubbed it over her breasts, and then it was down to her pussy. I rubbed the dildo around her pussy lips, building the suspense, but I was too impatient to wait for long. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers, and set the head of the cock against the entrance to her vagina.
I looked up at her and she smiled. Obviously, she was OK with it, she had probably used it many times. Even so, I was still slow and careful. I pushed gently forward, and watched in fascination as the big cock disappeared into her vagina.
When it was right in, I looked up at her face again. She wore a big grin. She obviously had no problem with having a nice big dildo in her pussy. I pulled the dildo back and pressed it home again. I found a nice slow rhythm. Then, figuring she could handle it, I sped up a bit. I was so turned on that I was almost coming myself. Here I was, fucking another woman's pussy with an artificial cock. I went on for quite a while, just enjoying the feeling, but then I thought it was time to give her some relief.
Getting the vibrator, I clicked it on to the more powerful setting. I set it down onto her clit. She moaned. I began thrusting the dildo in and out of her, and in a few seconds, she was crying out.
I watched her body tense and spasm as she came. I waited until she had recovered her breath, and then took the dildo out of her pussy. “Who's fabulous now?” I said.
“We both are,” she said, and I leaned down for a long kiss.
“Well,” said Jacqui, “I think I have a problem now.”
“Now that you’ve proved what a good tennis player you are, I'm sure you’re going to win more tournaments. And I will have to keep thinking of new treats to give you when you do.”
I laughed. “And I will have to think of treats for you for being such a good coach.”
We shared a look. Then Jacqui said, “But don’t think you can slack off just because the next tournament is a few months away. Treats have to be earned, so there’s going to be lots of practice needed.”
“Tennis practice, you mean?”
“That too,” said Jacqui, and she pulled me in for another kiss.