Chapter 2: Girl Talk
I don't know why, but Jeannie and I were trying to hide the fact that we had been in the middle of lovemaking from the kids at the tennis camp.
I started to pull my shorts up, just as we heard footsteps coming into the room. I was having trouble zipping up over my erection, so I dove face first onto the beanbag while I struggled to continue fastening up. The four 18 year olds rounded the corner and saw me face down on the beanbag, without a shirt, and with Jeannie standing right beside me.
Jeannie thought quick, "I'm trying to tickle him! Come help me!"
As I zipped up over my boner, I thought, "Only half a pussy for me tonight."
Jeannie's tickle-him strategy may not make sense at first. But I was notoriously ticklish, and the little kids at the camp all knew it. I was the senior tennis player at the camp, and the kids were a little awed by me. To help with the relationship part of my work, and for the fun of it, I would sometimes play with the little kids, and we'd get into tickling wars. This usually involved myself against five or six twelve-and-unders. Of course, none of these 18 year olds had ever been a part of one of these tickling sessions, but Jeannie managed to pull it off.
Jeannie began to tickle me, and the two girls, Becky and Elle, raced over to pitch in, while the two guys rolled there eyes and went back into the kitchen. It was a little excruciating at first, to be tickled and to be hiding my boner. I had to always keep something in front of me, either the beanbag, Jeannie, or one of the girls. Then I became aware that this was beginning to be fun in a sensual way.
First I pulled Jeannie to me, making sure to get some cheap feels while I was at it, since I knew she'd get a kick out of that. But the two girls were standing by the couch and really tickling me. I had to do something about them. I reached out with my arm and grabbed the back of Becky's legs, pulling her to me. She was a lot lighter than I thought, and she ended up with her knees in my lap and her breasts in my face. 'Oh shit, she's just an 18 year old kid, but this is fun!' I quickly rolled my face away.
Elle was still tickling me too, so I rolled her onto the beanbag. She was surprisingly light too. I thought, 'These teenagers just have not filled out yet.' I pinned her down with my chest as I fought off the other two. She and I were crossways to each other, but my bare chest ended up being on top of her chest. Jesus! This girl is braless, and I can feel her tits jiggling up against me! I had to avoid that, she's just a kid. I slid over to pin her stomach to stomach. But then, without thinking about it, I hunched my boner into her hip. I could see her eyes go wide in surprise. Oh fuck it. I'm only human. I guess I'd better stop this soon.
Somehow, Jeannie was in front of me again, with her back to me. I managed to grind my boner into her butt a little bit, knowing that I didn't have to feel guilty about her. So then I yelled out that they were the winners. Since they were all three competitive athletes, they gloried in the win. I had to declare defeat, since this erection thing was only going to become a bigger problem. We were all laughing, and they stood up while I reached over for my T-shirt, still hiding what was going on in my lap.
As Jeannie and the girls stood there laughing and bragging about winning, I was able to look them over. No wonder that tickling match was so much fun. They stood there with their hair and clothes slightly messed up and looking very playful and happy, and even the two girls looked good, for being just kids. Of course Jeannie's looks were no surprise at all to me. She was all woman, with the curves to prove it. Jeannie had a very relaxed posture, but without a slouch. She looked as if she were always ready to move quickly in any direction. And that sundress she was wearing looked particularly good now without the bra, which was under the couch some place. The material was somewhat thin, and she had large breasts, so I could see the independent moving of her breasts as she moved. I could even make out the nipple and the aureole through the fabric. As you can probably tell, I was nuts about her.
But my observations of the two girls was very different than usual. I had never taken them seriously, because I was used to viewing them as kids. I was in the role of overall tennis instructor, and also the adult chaperone of one of the "dorms". I was used to giving instructions and having them followed without serious complaint. It put me in the position of feeling protective of all the boys and girls in the camp, and I just did not have adult type feelings toward any of them, even the ones that were adults by the legal definition.
The girls almost looked adult tonight. They had kind of dressed up for the party, including a small amount of makeup. I had never taken them seriously, but I had noticed them, and they both looked their best tonight. I thought back to how light they both felt in the tickle match, and I realized it was because they were so incredibly fit, and had the small waist and ribcage that only comes with youth. Normally I saw them on the tennis court where they both maintained modest outfits and practical hair styles, so I simply had not really seen them before.
Becky preferred to wear tennis shorts for workouts instead of the tennis skirts and dresses that a lot of girls wore. Tonight, she wore tennis shorts again, but a little tighter than usual. She also had her dark hair in dog-ear style pony tails as usual. Both of these things made her look like the kid that she was. But the rest of her looked quite different. The makeup made her eyes stand out, and she had beautiful pure blue eyes. She wore a stretch top that was a little snug and showed off her figure, which included nice round breasts set very high on her torso. I had never quite noticed that before, since her tennis outfits were intended for athletic movement, not for looks. And she had a nice round bottom, too, with a slight sway in her back. She would grow up to be a real looker some day.
Elle was the tall one of the group, at least a few inches taller than Jeannie and Becky. She had light brown hair that was pulled back into a low pony tail. She had an incredibly smooth olive complexion, with amber colored eyes that perfectly matched the rest of her coloring. Even though I am body oriented, I couldn't help but appreciate that she had an especially beautiful face. Elle stood very straight and tall, with her shoulders back. And this posture looked particularly good with the silk dress she wore tonight without a bra. The dress material formed a smooth wrinkle between the tips of her breasts, something any man notices, even if it is on a girl as young as Elle.
But Elle's greatest asset was, of course, her ass. Elle wore tennis skirts for workouts, and there was no missing that rear end of hers. It was muscular, and a little large for her frame. If she ever gained too much fat on that part of her body, she would look out of proportion. But she looked very much in proportion, with very attractive curves between waist and hips, both in the back and on the sides. Her great ass was complemented by muscular legs that were not too big, and not too skinny.
Jeannie and the two girls shared one trait that would not be apparent by looking at them. All three of them were COMPETITORS! I mean that on the tennis court they were not afraid to sweat or dive for a shot, and all three would show no mercy in order to win a match.
Of us three guys, even though we were all good players, none of us showed the intensity of these three females. However, Tom was beginning to feel his oats with respect to me, yet I was still plenty good enough to keep him in his subordinate place.
So before I describe how the party unfolded, I want to give a brief rundown of the participant's personalities. Jeannie, as you know, was a little older than the rest of us, and had the confidence that goes along with it. She had no problem with looking at anyone eye to eye with a smile, not necessarily in a challenging way, but not fearful either. Becky was extraverted and competitive, and she wasn't afraid to get angry with people. But she could be wide-eyed and innocent when she looked at me, and I had learned to be careful about hurting her feelings. Elle seemed to avoid all eye contact. Maybe it's a trait of truly beautiful females who have introverted personalities like her, not because they're uppity, but because they're shy. She was typically very quiet, and she had developed a little romance with Tom. Tom was basically a good kid, but he and I had some issues lately. I was the dominant ape around here, and I think he kind of resented my status. He would look me in the eyes, but his face was unsmiling, and communicated a surly disposition. Will was everyone's friend. He was a natural athlete and talented tennis player, but had very little determination or intensity. He was a little low on energy, and never got confrontational, but he could be a sincere, if laid back, friend to anyone who needed him. Keep in mind that the four 18 year olds were fresh graduates from high school, and were naturally a little immature. But they were all mature enough to have worked themselves into the enviable position of receiving some type of tennis scholarship.
So on to the party. As we calmed down, and my boner disappeared, I remembered all the commotion in the kitchen that had started this.
