David tossed the tennis ball in the air and tried to serve it to Samantha. He swung hard and not only got the ball over the net, but over her head as well.
"That's okay, baby," she called. "If this were baseball, you'd probably have gotten a double out of it."
"Ha-ha, very funny," he said. "This isn't fair, anyway. I suck at this game."
"Oh, boo-hoo. I'm no good right away so I don't want to play," she said in a mocking voice.
"Exactly," he said, trying not to laugh. "And another thing, how the hell am I supposed to concentrate with you wearing that skimpy little tennis dress?" God, he meant that, too. She'd been gorgeous before, but since she'd been on this fitness kick for the past month or so, she'd toned up to cover model looks.
Not that the exercise wasn't helping him, as well. He'd always been a bit on the scrawny side, but since most of their recent dates now revolved around exercise of some sort, he was actually putting on a bit of muscle.
The exercise had also ramped up their sex life, giving them both plenty of extra energy. Since ditching over a half-week of classes during their first week together, they'd both buckled down academically. Add to that their part time jobs--hers at a bookstore and his at a local miniature golf course--and sex had to take a back seat. Other than the occasional quickie, they'd reverted back more to best friend status than boyfriend-girlfriend. Not that it had been that big of a deal--he knew they loved each other, and he'd talked her out of taking any summer school classes. Now that finals were over, they had plenty of time together.
She looked down at her dress and smiled. "It does look good, doesn't it? Thank you for noticing, sweetie. Now just serve the ball underhand. There's no need to get so competitive. Let's just work up a good sweat by getting some rallies going."
"Can I help you wash that sweat off later in the shower?" he asked.
She flashed an innocent look his way. "Well, gosh, I might need some help scrubbing my back."
David laughed and served the ball to her underhand. She knocked it back to him, and he managed to get it back to her. He didn't view himself as a bad athlete, but tennis was definitely not his game. Though he got better as they went, if they'd have been keeping score, she'd have destroyed him. By the end, they both had had fun and worked up a nice sheen of sweat, so he viewed it as a successful time.
When they made it back to her apartment, as soon as the front door closed, she practically jumped into his arms and shoved her tongue down his throat. He pushed her back against the wall and grabbed her ass, which he kneaded as if he were making bread. She reached and grabbed his cock through his shorts, instantly turning it rock hard.
"Let's get to the bedroom," she said in breathless gasps.
