The Tennis Lesson
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Yes, that’s it.
A bit harder.
Oohhh, that’s lovely.
And, we’re done.”
I walked gratefully to the end of the court and set down my racquet. I was tempted to sit down but I resisted, just drawing deep breaths as I recovered. It had been a really hard workout, but I was pleased with my fitness. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have lasted even a quarter of what I’d just done.
Jacqui came over and gave me a big hug. “That was great, I’m really proud of you.”
I hugged her back, despite the fact I was covered in sweat. She didn’t seem to mind. I suppose she was used to it. She was, after all, a tennis coach.
“Claire, I want you to enter the club championships next month,” said Jacqui. “I think you have a good chance in your grade.”
“Really? I was going to enter, but just for the experience. I didn’t think I had a chance of getting anywhere.”
“I don’t think you’ll win. Martinez is too strong at the moment. But she could have an off day. You should aim for semi-finals anyway.”
I basked in the praise. I did think I had improved a lot, but it was great to hear it from Jacqui.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Doesn’t matter anyway, I’ll just go out to enjoy myself.”
“No you won’t!”
I was surprised by her vehemence. “I haven’t spent months training you for you to take it casually. You have the talent, and you’ve done the work. You can be a good sport and not get nasty about it, but on the court, you play to win.”
I smothered the urge to make light of it. I had always had trouble with being competitive, always wanted to be the nice girl. I didn’t take compliments well either. I tried to deflect them, or deny them. But not this time.
“You’re right. I will enter, and I’ll play to win.”
“Good girl.” Jacqui’s nod of approval was the most satisfying thing I had seen in ages.
“Still on for coffee?”
“OK, see you around four.”
“See you then.”
I showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Jacqui’s house was in the opposite direction to mine, so I was going straight there. As I drove, I reflected on how close we’d become.
I had been in the city six months. I’d moved to get away from my old job, my old boyfriend, and my old group of friends. None of them were terrible, but none of them were much good either. I felt I was drifting, bumbling along, not going anywhere. So I moved.
And I discovered that being on your own in a new city is quite scary. I found a job and an apartment without too much trouble. But I didn’t find any friends. Everyone was busy. It didn’t help that I was too nervous to propose anything. I just sat back and waited for someone to invite me to something. And they didn’t.
But I wasn’t completely helpless. I decided to join a tennis club. I hadn’t played since I was a teenager, but I had enjoyed it. I figured it would help me get fit again, and also be a way to meet some people. Good move!
The people were friendly, but it was when I decided to take some lessons that things really came right. I discovered that Jacqui was a lovely person, as well as a good coach. She took me under her wing, introduced me to people, and generally made life better.
In many ways I looked up to Jacqui. I guessed she was around mid-forties, almost twenty years older than me. She was so confident and assured, just what I aspired to be. I had seen her coach some of the men as well, and she didn’t take any nonsense. But she wasn’t nasty about it, and everyone seemed to respect her.
Around the club, Jacqui was usually in tennis clothes, not surprisingly. But there had been one occasion at an awards dinner, that I got the chance to see her dressed up. I was amazed at how beautiful she was! She wore a dark red gown, cut quite low. I had never really noticed her breasts before, but there was certainly plenty of cleavage on show that night!
I was looking forward to the afternoon. We had chatted in the club bar a few times, but I had never visited her house before. She was going to show me some of her trophies and photos from her days as a professional.
“Welcome,” said Jacqui, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She made coffee and showed me round her trophy room, which was even more impressive than I had expected. Then we went to her beautifully decorated lounge and had a glass of wine.
When I finished the wine, I set the glass down and said, “Thank you, it’s been lovely, but I should probably go now.”
“If you want,” said Jacqui, “but I’ve just noticed something. Would you mind taking your top off for a minute?”
Her face was carefully bland, but my mind and my heart were racing. Why did she want me to take my top off? Was there some innocent reason, or was it the obvious reason?
I suppose I had sort of been expecting this. Just certain looks she had given me, little smiles, glances that seemed like interest, but could easily not be anything.
I suppose if I hadn’t been willing to take the chance, I wouldn’t have come to her house. Not that I thought she would try to pressure me, I just wasn’t certain how I would respond if she did try something.
I suppose if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t have come to her house wearing a thin T-shirt and no bra, unless I had not only been expecting this, but hoping for it!
All this took only seconds to race through my mind. I decided not to ask any questions yet, but just see where it went. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled the T-shirt over my head.
I offered the shirt to Jacqui, but she didn’t take it. “Thank you, but I wasn’t interested in the top. I just wanted to look at your breasts.”
There! It was out. There was no mistaking her intentions now. What was I going to do?
So I responded by freezing like a rabbit in headlights. Good one Claire, that will prove what a sophisticated, grown-up woman you are.
“So,” began Jacqui, “I like to be clear. In case you hadn’t realised, I am lesbian. And you are beautiful. If I have mis-judged, I will apologise profusely, and let you go. But I don’t think I have.”
I goggled some more. Eventually, I managed to stammer “I, um, don’t really know what I am.”
It was true. I had dated boys, and had some fun, but it never felt quite right. And there had been that one night, a couple of years ago, when I had been drinking with Sarah. She was staying the night, and at the door of her room, she had kissed me. Not a friendly peck, but a lingering kiss on the lips. I had frozen for an instant, and then responded, touching her lips with my tongue. She met me eagerly, and our tongues danced together. I was intensely aware of her breasts pressing against mine. When we separated, we were both breathing heavily.
“Good night,” said Sarah, with a husky voice and a sultry look. She went into the room without closing the door.
I went to my room and lay in an agony of indecision. Should I go to her room or not? Would she come to mine? What would I do if she did?
In the end, I did nothing. I couldn’t sleep, until I finally fingered myself to orgasm. Did I hear panting and moaning from next door? Maybe I was imagining it. In the morning we shared a knowing look, but neither of us mentioned it.
And now the decision was upon me again.
Jacqui smiled, warm and caring. “You don’t have to put a label on yourself. You can just decide what to do moment by moment.”
“OK,’ I said. Brilliant, Claire, you’re really impressing her with your intellect now.
Jacqui came and put her arm around me. “It’s OK to experiment a little, to just have fun. We can do as much or as little as you want. If at any time you’re not comfortable, you just tell me, and we’ll make it right.”
“OK,” I said. My repartee was not improving.
Jacqui kissed me on the cheek. Then the other cheek. She kissed my jaw, my throat, just light touches, but the tension was building all the time. She kissed my lips. Again, just a peck. The next kiss lingered, her lips pressing against mine.
I was in an agony of indecision. I wanted to respond, but I didn’t seem to be able to. Jacqui sat back and took my hand. “It’s really OK,” she said. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can just chat, or you can go home now, and we try again another time, or you can say no, not ever. Whatever is right for you. And I’ll still like you whatever you say.”
“I’m sorry to be such a goose. I do want to, to, make out with you.” I was stumbling over my words, making a right fool of myself. Finally I blurted it out, “But I’m afraid.”
Jacqui drew me to her and hugged me. “Poor baby, I understand.” Her touch was comforting, but I was also intensely aware that I was still topless, and her breasts were pressing against mine.
Jacqui sat back and looked me in the eye. “What are you afraid of?” she asked gently.
“I don’t know.”
It was true. There was nothing specific in my mind, just this bundle of nerves in my stomach. “Let me make a suggestion,” said Jacqui. “Perhaps you’re scared of what it would mean if you were a lesbian?” I nodded. That sounded right.
“Then something to think about. If you fool around once with another woman, that doesn’t make you a lesbian. You can go back to men if you want. You don’t have to put a label on yourself now. Or, in fact, ever.”
I nodded. “I think you’re right. Perhaps I’m getting into my head too much.”
“You know, it’s really quite simple. If you want to make out with me, then do it. If you don’t want to, don’t. You’re not committing to anything, you can stop at any time.”
I smiled. “You’re a good coach. I do want to learn from you. But I’m feeling a bit awkward sitting here topless while you’re dressed.”
“Of course, put your top back on. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
I paused a few seconds. “Or, you could take yours off. Then we’d be the same.”
Jacqui broke into a big grin. “What a star pupil.” She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When it was undone, she pulled it off and threw it aside.
Under the circumstances, I didn’t think it was rude to stare. When I had seen her changing at the club, she had always worn sports bras. Appropriate for the situation, they did an excellent job of keeping her breasts under control while she was exercising. But they weren’t very sexy. This bra was very different. It was white lace, structured to hold up her breasts and display her ample cleavage. It was also quite see-through. I could clearly see her nipples through the sheer fabric.
When I looked up, Jacqui was smiling smugly, clearly pleased at the effect. “Wow,” I said.
She turned away from me. “This clasp can be a bit awkward, would you undo it for me?”
My hands trembled slightly as I fiddled with the catch. In fact, it came undone easily. She could have done it perfectly well herself. But if she had, my heart wouldn’t be pounding at the thought that I had just undone another woman’s bra.
Jacqui turned to face me again. She held the bra in place with her arms, teasing me with anticipation. Then she let it drop and tossed it aside.
Again, I stared. Her breasts were magnificent, full, firm and shapely. Her plump pink nipples sat on wide areolae. I felt my pussy getting wet at the sight.
“Wow,” I breathed. I was getting more relaxed, but my linguistic skills hadn’t improved. I glanced down at my own breasts and said “Um, I feel a little inadequate compared to you.”
Jacqui grinned, and then she said sternly, “Time for lesson one. Bigger does not mean better. Small boobs can be fabulous. As you are proving this very minute.”
I swallowed. “Thank you. I’ll take your word for it, but I do sometimes wish I was a bit bigger.
Jacqui smiled again. “It seems words are not enough. I think to convince you, I will have to demonstrate how much I love your little boobies.”
I was starting to loosen up, to enjoy the game. “What do you mean?” I said, widening my eyes and trying to look innocent.
“This.” Jacqui reached out one hand and slowly ran her fingers round the edge of my breast. She did the same with her other hand, gently stroking and teasing. She would come close to the center, but not touch. When she finally took hold of my nipples, I gasped out loud.
“As I thought,” announced Jacqui. “Small breasts tend to be more sensitive, and from the way your nipples are hardening, I think you’re very sensitive indeed.”
“Well, yes, I suppose, but I have to say I’ve never felt so turned on before just from having my breasts fondled.”
“That’s good. But we haven’t finished yet.” Jacqui dropped her head and began to lick my nipple. I gasped again. She licked and kissed and teased, before taking my nipple right into her mouth and sucking firmly.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. My pussy was getting wetter all the time. It seemed unreal. I was standing in a bright room in the late afternoon, sunlight streaming through the windows, and a gorgeous woman was happily sucking my nipples!
Jacqui stood back and gave me a smug look. My breasts jiggled slightly from the way I was breathing so heavily. “I think we might try the kiss again,” she said, and took me in her arms.
She put her hands on my ass. Without thinking, I did the same. I savored the feel of her firm buttocks. And her caress of my ass. And her large breasts rubbing on my small ones. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long second. When the kiss came, I met it eagerly.
We kissed for a long time, tongues writhing together. When we separated, we were both breathing heavily. I watched Jacqui’s breasts rising and falling. I wanted to touch her, but I was suddenly nervous again. When I met her eyes, her look was kind and understanding. “Want a little help?” she said.
I nodded. Jacqui took my hands and guided them to her breasts. She held them there for a few seconds, and then let go. I was left with my hands on another woman’s breasts. And boy did it feel good!
Finding my confidence, I started caressing her boobs. I went underneath to feel their weight in my hands. Then I gently squeezed her nipples, thrilling to the way they hardened under my fingers. I looked at her face again. She wore a big smile, clearly delighted with the stimulation, and with my obvious pleasure in her body.
Well, if I was going to follow her lead, then next step was clear. I dropped my head to her breast and licked her nipple. I sucked, and it seemed to harden even more in my mouth. Feeling enormously pleased with myself, I moved to her other breast and repeated the process.
Standing back, I looked at my handiwork with satisfaction. Her big boobs stood out proudly, wide, hard nipples glistening from my saliva. I cupped my hands over her breasts again and had a good feel. “I like your breasts,” I announced, though to be honest I think she had figured that out.
“I like your breasts too,” she replied, taking hold of my nipples.
After a bout of mutual breast fondling, Jacqui said, “Would you like to see my bedroom? There’s no trophies there, but I think it’s rather nice anyway.”
“I’d love to,” I replied.
Jacqui took my hand and led me through the house. I had another burst of unreality. I was walking around topless, holding hands with another woman, who was also topless, and she was leading me to her bedroom. And when we got there, she was going to fuck me! And I was looking forward to it!
When we got to the bedroom, I stared in amazement. It was beautiful! It was decorated in soft, pastel colors. There were flowers in several vases around the room and small candles burning in holders. The scent was subtle, but heady, almost intoxicating. Perhaps because I knew her as an athlete, I had expected the room to be more stark, but this was intensely feminine.
“Oh, Jacqui, it’s beautiful,” I said.
“Thank you.” She was clearly pleased with my reaction. “I do like to keep things nice, but I must admit I made a special effort today in the hope that you would see it.”
“Thank you, it’s amazing.”
Jacqui gave me a sly smile. “There is one thing that’s not quite right though.”
“What’s that, everything looks fabulous?”
“The bed. It’s not quite how I would like it.”
I looked at the bed. It was perfect. Smooth white sheets and pale yellow pillows. “I don’t understand, it looks immaculate.”
“That’s the problem,” said Jacqui. “I’d like the sheets to look rumpled, and I’m rather hoping you will help me fix that.”
I laughed. “I would be delighted to help you rumple the sheets.”
Jacqui took me into her arms for another kiss. Then she knelt in front of me. She ran her hands up my legs, and around to fondle my ass. “These are very attractive jeans, but I think it’s time for them to come off.”
“Absolutely, I am feeling rather over-dressed.”
Jacqui chuckled. She undid the button and drew the zip down. Then she started working the jeans off my hips. She stopped when they were around my thighs. “Nice panties,” she said admiringly. And they were nice panties. A lovely sky blue, with tiny red flowers. They were silk, very comfortable to wear. But I think Jacqui was more referring to the fact that they were rather see-through, and she was getting a close-up view of my pussy.
“Thank you,” I said. Though I hadn’t consciously admitted it before, it was now clear that I had dressed for the possibility (hope?), that Jacqui would seduce me.
Jacqui worked my jeans down to my ankles, where it became apparent that I still had my shoes on. “Whoops, should have thought of that,” she said.
“Yes, shoes first might have been better.”
Jacqui gave me a wicked grin. “Well, only one thing for it,” and she pushed me.
I squealed as the mattress caught me behind the knees and I fell. There was a moment of panic. And then, of course, I landed on the big, soft bed.
The moment of fear had aroused me even more. I expected Jacqui to take off my shoes, but she was looking at me with a strange expression. “What is it,” I said.
“Your breasts,” she replied. “When you landed, they jiggled in a way that is quite… irresistible.” And she dived on top of me, hungrily fondling and licking my boobs. I felt another surge of lust in my pussy, overwhelmed by her passion. When she came up to kiss me, I held her face, my tongue probing her mouth, unable to get enough of her.
Jacqui sat up, both of us breathing heavily. “Now, where were we?” she said. “Oh yes, shoes.” She untied my laces and took off my shoes and socks. Then she was able to pull the jeans off my legs. She offered me her hand to help me up, and I stood there, now clad in nothing but skimpy panties.
Jacqui looked me up and down. “Nice,” she murmured. “Now, how about the back view?” I turned around. “Mmmm,” she said. “Now, I have to tell you, when a girl has an ass as lovely as yours, and she displays most of it by wearing such skimpy panties, well, she’s going to get it fondled.”
I giggled. Jacqui’s hands went to my waist and slipped down to my ass. It felt electric as she caressed my cheeks. Her hand slipped between my legs, just the slightest touch on my pussy, but it left me quivering.
When Jacqui let go, I turned to face her. “So, now that we know the correct order, I think it’s my turn. Sit down so I can take of your shoes.” With a smile, she sat on the bed. I untied her shoes and took them off, then her socks. Feeling mischievous, I started massaging her feet. It felt nice, carefully kneading the muscles in her feet and ankles. Then, when she was nicely relaxed, I tickled her!
“Arrghhh!” she squealed, nearly kicking me in the face as her legs jerked. “How did you know I was ticklish?” she demanded.
“Just a lucky guess, I suppose.”
Jacqui’s eyes narrowed. “You little beast. I am going to exact a terrible revenge for that. I’m sure you have a sensitive spot somewhere, and I am going to tease it unmercifully!”
I felt a strong tingle in my pussy. I had a pretty good idea what spot she was thinking of! “Well, I might have a few sensitive spots. We’ll just have to see if you can find them.”
Jacqui gave a wicked grin. “Oh, I think I’ll find them all right.”
Then she was back to business. “Now, if you remember, taking my shoes off was only an intermediate step, the actual goal was to get my jeans off.” She looked at me sternly, “And tickling wasn’t anywhere in the agreed process.”
I giggled. “No more tickling, I promise.”
“All right then, carry on.”
Jacqui lay back on the bed and I moved to her waist. I unbuttoned her jeans. I slowly drew down the zip, feeling a thrill at the first glimpse of her knickers. They were white lace, matching the bra. And as I revealed more, I realized they were the same sheer fabric!
Jacqui lifted her legs so I could pull the jeans off her feet. But once they were off, she left her legs open, and I was left staring at those beautiful panties, stretched snugly over her mound, her dark bush clearly showing through. I felt my heart beat faster.
But there was something else I wanted to do. I offered Jacqui my hand. “Would you stand up please?”
“Sure.” She took my hand and I helped her up. “Any particular reason you want me to stand?”
“There sure is,” and I pushed her backwards.
She was right. It was fabulous watching her boobs swing from her fall onto the bed. I gave it a few seconds, until she had stopped wobbling, and she was looking at me with a knowing smile. Then I jumped on the bed and grabbed her breasts. I fondled and licked and sucked, indulging my new-found passion for other women’s boobs.
When I’d had my fill, I laid back beside her. Jacqui quickly rolled over so she was lying on top of me. It felt wonderful, our bodies pressed together, our eyes locked. I was loving the changes of pace, from urgent to languid and back. She gave me a leisurely kiss. “You are a diligent pupil, and a fast learner, I might add.”
“Just responding to a great teacher,” I replied.
“Well, let’s continue the lesson, shall we?”
Jacqui kissed me again on the lips, and then moved to my throat. She playfully kissed down my body, lingering for a while on my breasts. She kissed my ribs and my tummy. When she moved to my side I squealed and jerked suddenly. “Ha! Who’s ticklish now?” she said.
Before I could answer she had moved again, kissing just above the top of my panties. I shivered, but not because I was ticklish! She moved down to my thighs. When she gently pushed my legs apart, I made no attempt to resist. Soon, her lips were on the inside of my thigh, almost touching my pussy. Almost, but not quite. The tension was unbearable.
Then Jacqui sat up. Her look was hungry, lustful, almost frightening in its intensity. But equally arousing in its intensity. “I think its time for a ceremony,” she said. “The ‘removal of the panties’ ceremony. The official unveiling of Claire’s pussy. What do you say?”
“Yes please,” was all I could say.
“Good. Because I have a suspicion. I can see your beautiful face, your gorgeous breasts, your strong, shapely legs. Everything about you is wonderful, and I suspect your pussy is going to be absolutely stunning. It should be revealed with proper ceremony.”
“Thank you,” I said, “but forgive me if I struggle to maintain the proper decorum.”
“I think we can excuse the odd smile.”
“Now, lift your hips a little.” I did as instructed, and she carefully slipped the panties off my bottom. “Good. Now, keep your legs together, not touching, but close. Again, I complied. Jacqui slowly drew my knickers down over my knees, and then to my ankles. I lifted my feet and she slipped them off.
“Now, this is my favorite part. Slowly let your legs open.”
I was so turned on my legs were trembling slightly. I let my knees fall apart. Jacqui didn’t speak until my knees touched the bed, my legs spread wide apart, my pussy fully on display.
“Oh, how beautiful,” she said. “Yes, stunning. Thank you for indulging me in the ceremony.”
“My pleasure,” I said, meaning every word.
“Now, we can resume where we left off.” And she settled herself in between my legs. Her face was so close I could feel her warm breath on my pussy.
And then I felt her tongue! Sliding up my slit and grazing my clit. “Aahhh!” I gasped.
“Ooohh, I think I might have found a sensitive spot.” She licked me again and I gasped again. “But I warned you I would tease you unmercifully in revenge for the tickling.” She began kissing lightly all over my pussy lips. While not as intense, it was still arousing. She kept me on edge, kissing and licking, occasionally flicking my clit to make me gasp and moan.
“You taste wonderful, but I need to see how you feel as well.” Jacqui ran her fingertips over my pussy, rubbing and stroking and turning me on even more. I had been soaking wet already, even before all the licking, and now, when her finger probed between my lips, it slipped effortlessly into my vagina. I moaned at the new stimulation.
“Lovely,” breathed Jacqui, as she gently fingered me. Then she started licking as well. The fingers sped up, the licking grew more intense, and I knew the teasing was over. In a few seconds, I exploded in orgasm. It seemed to take over my whole body. My mind disappeared, my body shook, and I was lost in ecstasy.
When I came back to my senses, Jacqui was lying beside me, cradling me in her arms. “That was amazing, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Pretty amazing for me too,” she said.
I rolled over to face her. “I want to do you.” Then I felt an attack of nerves. “But I’ve never done this before. I might not be any good. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Jacqui laughed. “Let me give you some reassurance. When a gorgeous girl wants to lick your pussy, it is never going to be disappointing. It will be fabulous, or wonderful, or outstanding. And if you don’t get it right the first time, remember, I’m a good teacher.”
I smiled. When she put it like that, my concern did seem a little foolish. “Well, shall we start with another pussy unveiling ceremony?”
“An excellent idea.”
I could see that Jacqui’s panties were soaking already. She lifted her hips and I slipped them off her bottom, and then right off her feet. I had a sudden urge to tickle her feet, but I resisted it. There was an even more sensitive part of her to explore!
I watched as Jacqui slowly opened her legs. And there it was! Dark curls of hair framing plump pussy lips, an intriguing gap between them, glistening with moisture. I was stunned at how lustful I felt. I desperately wanted to touch that gorgeous pussy. I almost felt like I could come again just from touching her!
“Wow,” I said. Jacqui replied with a wicked smile.
I settled myself between her legs, making a close study of her pussy. It looked even better close up. I started with gentle kisses, just touching my lips to her pussy. She murmured in encouragement. I tried running my tongue up her slit and was rewarded with a gasp. Ha! Got you!
Getting bolder, I separated her pussy lips with my fingers and went in for more focused licking. She squirmed and panted in a most satisfying way. I found her entrance, and my finger slipped effortlessly into her vagina. I was incredibly turned on. She was so snug and smooth and wet. I added another finger and had a good feel around inside her.
I was turned on myself by fingering her, but she was obviously feeling it too. So, now would ne the time to apply some tongue to her clit! I leaned in to lick her and she moaned out loud. Excellent! I licked faster and she cried out loud. Her body tensed and spasmed. I felt her pussy clench down on my fingers.
I kept my position until her spasms stopped, then went up to lie beside her. I passed the time with the very pleasant sight of her breasts heaving as she recovered her breath.
Jacqui turned to face me. “All the above. Fabulous, wonderful, outstanding. You are a natural.”
“Thank you,” I said, I must admit, a touch smugly.
Jacqui put her arm over me, and we snuggled together, just enjoying the closeness. We didn’t speak for a while. Then Jacqui said, “You are amazing. I don’t think you need an instructor, you’re so good already.”
I looked at her sternly. “I disagree. I’m still just a beginner. I think there’s lots to learn. And I hope that you’ll keep teaching me.”
She smiled. “I guess I can do that.” Then she looked stern. “But lessons aren’t free you know. Are you willing to pay the price?”
“Depends what the price is.”
Jacqui had that hungry look in her eye again. “The use of your gorgeous body,” she growled.
“Hmmm, I’ll have to think about that.” I considered it for about a nanosecond. “OK”, I said.