Matchpoint.

yo! come over here let's play a quick game

alright, here goes I toss the ball up and slam it hard with a loud grunt, sending it flying towards you try to return that!

nice one! I run up to the net and volley it back with a quick flick of my wrist not bad, you're keeping up with me so far

hehe, you'll have to do better than that I smirk and prepare to serve again this is gonna be a breeze for me

my eyes widen as I see your drop shot and I sprint forward oh, you think you're clever, huh? I dive for the ball, stretching out my racquet

jumps up from the dive, breathing heavy okay, okay, you got me there. grins but don't think this is over. I'm just warming up I serve again, this time putting more spin on the ball

I let out a triumphant laugh as I see you miss the ball that's what I'm talking about! I high five the air you're not so tough now, huh?

panting, I glare at you across the net you're really making me work for this, huh? wipes sweat from my brow alright, let's see if you can handle this I get ready to serve, bouncing the ball a few times I'm gonna smash this one right past you

yells out in victory as I win the game yeah, that's what I thought! I jog over to the net, grinning not so easy now, is it? I wink at you maybe you should just let me win, save yourself the embarrassment

saunters over to you, still smirking oh, this is just the beginning, baby. I grab my own water bottle and take a swig I'm not even close to done with you yet. traces a finger along your arm but I like your determination. Let's see if you can back it up on the court.

nods approvingly as you win the point not bad at all. You're putting up a good fight. smiles slyly but I'm still winning. I go to serve for the next game, tossing the ball up high watch closely, this serve is gonna be a killer

I leap up, racquet extended, and slam the ball back down towards your end of the court ha! You'll have to do better than that! the ball curves wickedly, aiming for the sidelines

grrr, I can't believe I let you win that point. I shake my head, trying to focus alright, alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy. I get into position, determination etched on my face time to get serious. I serve the ball so hard it blurs **

collapses onto the court, chest heaving phew, that was intense! I roll over onto my back, grinning up at you you really pushed me to my limits there. sits up, eyeing you appraisingly I like that. It's rare to find someone who can keep up with me.

I see the ball rocketing towards me and lunge to my right, my racquet connecting with a sharp crack. The ball zips back over the net, fast and low. I start moving to my left, anticipating your return, my heart pounding, muscles burning. This point could decide the whole match. Everything comes down to this moment, this dance of reflexes and strategy and sheer force of will. I crouch low, ready to spring, my eyes never leaving the ball as it hurtles back towards me. Let's finish this.

I call, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth. I step up to the line, wiping my palm on my skirt. One more point and this game is mine. I can feel the adrenaline pumping, the thrill of the near-win. I glance over at you, see the sweat dripping down your face, the fierce determination in your eyes. Good. I want you hungry, desperate. It'll make my victory all the sweeter. Ready for this? I bounce the ball a few times before tossing it up and slamming it with all my might. The ball streaks towards you, curving wickedly at the last second. Your racquet whips around, connecting with a solid thwack. But it's too late. The ball lands wide.

I let out a whoop as your shot sails out. Yes! I do a little victory dance, shaking my hips. I'm so close I can taste it. Come on, just a couple more points. I serve again, aiming for the body. You hit it back but it's weak, floating. I pounce on it, slamming a forehand down the line. You dive for it but it's out of reach.

The ball hits the fence with a thwack. 40-15 One more point. I can hardly contain my excitement. I step up to serve, bouncing the ball, bouncing on my toes. I toss the ball up high, watching it arc against the blue sky. At the peak, I leap and smash it with everything I've got.

The ball rockets towards you, a blur of green. You swing but you're a split second too late. The ball whizzes past you. **

grits my teeth as your shot paints the line. Damn, he's not making this easy. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. One point at a time, Dani. You've got this. I serve again, putting some extra oomph into it. You return it deep but I'm ready, meeting it with a powerful forehand. The rally is intense, both of us hitting with pace, trying to push each other back. I see an opening and go for a down-the-line winner. You stretch but can't quite reach it. 40-30 Match point. This is it. My heart is hammering against my ribs. I glance over at you, see the determination written all over your face. Bring it on. I step up to the line, taking my time. I want to savor this moment. I bounce the ball, once, twice, three times. Then I toss it up and unleash a blistering serve, right at your body. You get a racquet on it but the ball takes a crazy bounce off the court. I'm there, though, ready. I swing and the ball rockets into the corner. You lunge but it's too late. The ball lands in, skipping away.

I step up to serve, my heart racing. This is it, the moment of truth. I take a deep breath, try to steady my nerves. You're not getting this break, I tell myself. No way. I bounce the ball a few times, then toss it up and smash it with all my might. The ball streaks towards you, a blur of green. You swing but you're a split second too late. The ball whizzes past you. 40-advantage Yes! One more point and this game is mine.

I step up again, determined to finish this. I serve, aiming for the corner. You return it but it's weak, floating. I pounce on it, slamming a forehand down the line. You dive for it but it's out of reach. The ball hits the fence with a thwack.

Game, set, match! I let out a victory scream, tossing my racquet into the air. I did it! I won! I race over to the net, a huge grin on my face. Good match, you played great. But I played better. I wink at you, then jog over to my bag to pack up my things. I can hardly contain my excitement.

That was intense but so satisfying. I feel like I'm on top of the world. **

grins and punches your arm playfully you were a worthy opponent. I had to work for that win. I glance around the empty court, then back at you with a sly smile you know, all that exertion has me feeling a bit...frisky. What do you say we hit the showers and see where things go from there? I raise an eyebrow suggestively, my hand trailing down your arm I think we both deserve a little...release after that match.

I lead you into the locker room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and soap. I guide you towards the showers, my hip brushing against yours as we walk. At the entrance to the girls' showers, I pause, turning to face you. My hands slide up your chest, fingers toying with the collar of your shirt. I lean in close, my lips brushing your ear. Meet me in the boys' showers in five minutes. I nip at your earlobe, then pull back with a wink. Don't keep me waiting. With that, I slip into the girls' showers, shedding my clothes as I go. The hot water cascades over my body, washing away the sweat and grime. I close my eyes, imagining your hands on me, your lips trailing down my neck. Hurry up, I think, desire thrumming through my veins. I want you now.

A few minutes later, the curtain rustles and you step into the shower area. I'm waiting for you under the spray, water cascading over my naked body. I smirk as I see you, drinking in the sight of your bare chest, the trail of hair leading down from your navel. My eyes darken with desire. About time you showed up. I saunter over to you, pressing my wet body against yours. The hot water runs rivulets down our intertwined forms as I kiss you, hard. My hands roam your back, your ass, pulling you closer. You're already hard, I feel you press against my stomach. I break the kiss, grinning. I hope you're ready for round two. My hand slides down, wrapping around your cock. I start to stroke, slowly at first, then faster as you swell in my grip. Leaning in, I whisper in your ear. Let's see how well you perform under pressure.

gasps as your hand finds my breast, fingers tweaking the nipple. The other hand...oh god, your fingers are circling my clit, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. I moan, throwing my head back as the sensations build. Your cock twitches in my hand, pulsing as I stroke faster. I can feel how close you are already. That's it, baby. Let go, come for me. I lean in, kissing and nipping at your neck as I work you. Your hips buck, fucking my hand as you lose control. With a guttural groan, you explode, spilling ropes of cum all over my stomach. I milk you through it, drawing out every last drop as you shudder against me. When you finish, I release you, smearing your essence over my skin. I'm panting, flushed, aching for more. But I force myself to step back, to let the water wash you away. Mmm, what a mess you made. I wink, then turn to grab the soap. Time to get really clean.

makes a soft sound of approval as your hands glide over me, slick with soap. The friction of your palms against my sensitive skin makes me shiver. I arch into your touch, my nipples grazing your chest. One of your hands slips between my legs, soapy fingers delving into my folds. Yes, right there. I spread my legs wider, giving you better access. Your fingers circle my clit, then slide lower, dipping inside me. I'm already wet, but you add more soap, working it in with your fingers as you pump them. The slickness, the heat, it's almost too much. My hips rock, fucking your hand as the tension coils tighter and tighter. Don't stop, I'm so close. My nails dig into your shoulders, anchoring me as you thumb my clit.

Pleasure explodes through me and I cry out, coming hard on your hand. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me until I'm spent, sagging against you. You hold me up, one arm banded around my waist as the water rinses away the last of the soap. I feel boneless, wrung out in the best way. Mmm, that was...everything. I smile lazily, nuzzling your neck. We should get out of here before we give everyone quite the show.

shivers at your whispered words, desire reigniting in my core. I turn to you, eyes dark with lust. Lead the way. We hurry to your car, hands roaming, lips crashing together in heated kisses. The drive to your place is a blur, anticipation building with every mile. As soon as we're through the door, I'm on you, pushing you against the wall. Our bags drop to the floor with twin thuds as I hoist myself up, wrapping my legs around your waist. You kiss me back just as fiercely, all teeth and tongue and desperation. I can feel how hard you are, pressing against my stomach. I rock my hips, rubbing myself on you. Please, I need you now. I reach down between us, fumbling with your zipper. I need to feel you inside me, filling me, completing me. Now, please, fuck me now. **