Jennifer Stanton was feeling nervous, really nervous, as she sat in the locker room waiting for her Wimbledon debut. It was the first round of the 19 year old's first ever Wimbledon and she was playing on centre court against former champion Venus Williams in fifteen minutes. Because of her excitement and anticipation Jennifer had arrived early to get ready for her match. In retrospect she realised it was probably a mistake as now she had fifteen minutes of nervously waiting with little to do.
Not that she didn't feel confident against the former Wimbledon champion, she was aware that Williams had done very badly at the French Open and was nursing an injury problem. Jennifer also knew she was at the top of her game, she'd never felt better than in the previous week's qualifying and already she was beginning to get a bit of publicity and attention from the American media as their latest star. Although she had only turned professional at the start of that year she was already becoming established on the tour and had beaten a few top players so the American press were already mentioning her name as a future star.
She was nineteen and a lot of young players who she had been on the junior tour with had turned professional a couple of years earlier, but Jennifer was determined to finish high school first. As it was it had annoyed her that her competing in junior tournaments had meant she'd missed a lot of the fun her friends had been having at River Falls High School. She'd even missed the prom because she'd been playing in a tournament and had never had a real boyfriend because she had to spend her time concentrating on her tennis. Although this was what Jennifer knew she wanted to do, sometimes being on the tour felt lonely to her.
Her thoughts there were interrupted by a call for her to go on court, her Wimbledon career was about to begin. Because of the traditions of Wimbledon, Jennifer was dressed in all white, a tight white t-shirt that clung to her body and a very short white pleated skirt that showed off her long athletic legs, white socks and sneakers and a white head band around her golden blonde hair. She checked herself in the mirror and was happy with her striking athletic good looks that had caused her to be a talked about player at least as much as her potential talents. A wave of nervousness ran through Jennifer's body but there was nothing she could do to avoid it as she grabbed her tennis bag and walked towards the court.
Venus Williams, the number four seeded player, gave Jennifer a smile that managed to be both re-assuring and patronising, as if Venus knew Jennifer was nervous and that was only natural because she was going to lose anyway. Jennifer felt a little annoyed by this and determined she would give Venus at least a good game. Jennifer noticed with envy Venus' stylish one piece tennis dress that was attractively laced up the back and the imposing, dominant figure of her opponent who stood a good two or three inches above Jennifer's not insubstantial 5'10".
During the warm-up Jennifer felt herself grow in confidence as she felt she began to get used to the court and the atmosphere of the Centre Court crowd, far bigger than any she'd dealt with before. She was feeling really good about herself and, thinking back to Venus' various injury and form problems and her own good form in qualifying Jennifer began to think she could actually win this match and really make a name for herself.
"Miss Williams to serve," came the voice of the umpire as Jennifer bounced up and down on the baseline, her breasts wobbling in her sports bra as she prepared to take the first serve of her Wimbledon career, quietly confident in her own abilities.
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