PART 2: Doubles Match
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"Doubles match?"
"Sure, why not?" Michelle had stopped me outside of class, accompanied by her teammate and roommate Nicole. Michelle was my former friend/now girlfriend whom I'd hooked up with about a month earlier. While Nicole had joined us in that first sexual session, Michelle and I had split off into a more personal one-on- one exclusive relationship. Still, I spent a great deal of time at the girls' apartment and gorgeous Nicole flirted with me more than ever, and sometimes Michelle had not appreciated it. Still, my girlfriend always let it slide, and sometimes let out little innuendos suggesting a repeat of our first threesome. So when the two of them arrived and offered a doubles match, my mind immediately jumped to conclusions other than tennis.
Nicole popped in, "C'mon. You and a male teammate against the two of us. Afraid you're going to lose?"
"Well who am I going to play with?"
"Anyone you want. We'll take you guys." Nicole turned around and saw someone she recognized. Alan Cheng, the Varsity team's top singles player was cruising down the hallway on the other side of the courtyard. "Alan will do perfectly."
With that, Nicole turned about, flipping her hair, and sashayed across the courtyard. She whistled, catching the attention of most every guy within earshot, of course including Alan. Her hips were swinging in her skirt, and he did a double take before stopping in his tracks once realizing she was coming straight for him. Nicole sidled up to him close, real close.
As they were talking together, I was checking out the rest of Nicole's outfit. She had on sandaled heels, flawless legs leading up to a tight and short mini- skirt. Nicole's firm abs were showing slightly, and her firm, large breasts were pushing out her low scoop lace-up top.
Michelle was following my gaze, then turned and punched me... hard ... on the shoulder.
I turned around fast, rubbing my sore shoulder. "What?"
She just set her jaw and glared at me.
***
Alan pounded his first serve up the middle of the Ad Court, slicing out of Nicole's reach.
"Ace!!!" I crowed, pumping my fist. I exchanged Hi-Fives with Alan, then returned to our spots to set ourselves for the next game. We'd blitzed through the first set, winning handily 6-2. Alan's most recent service ace notched this set to 5-3.
The girls huddled together, deep in conversation with their backs turned to us as they planned their next moves on how to come back and beat us. Alan and I were winning handily, and agreed to just keep our current strategy going. I should have known what the girls were planning...
They broke and set themselves, with Nicole getting geared to serve. With every move, she seemed just a little more sexy, her hips wiggling just a bit more. Michelle was the same. She was up front at the net, teasing me and blowing kisses my way, profiling herself against the setting sun to give her assets full advantage over me. The girls were apparently having the same effect on Alan. He returned Nicole's first serve feebly, waffling a forehand deep and wide. The girls switched sides, Nicole retrieved Alan's wayward ball, bending forwards at the waist to pick it up. Her blouse had opened up a few buttons (or she'd opened it a few buttons), showing her deep cleavage pushing out at her sports bra.
As Nicole got set to make her next serve, Michelle simply removed her blouse, leaving her wearing only a sports bra on top. I knew she was blatantly trying to distract me into playing poorly. But I would have none of it. I rocketed my return of Nicole's next serve right at Michelle, hard. I'd actually not put enough spin on the ball, as it flew past her ear, spinning her around and dropping her to the court. The ball flew straight to the back fence, easily out. Drat, we were down 30-love, but I'd shown her that she couldn't just flirt me into losing. On the other hand, seeing her laying on the court, panting, with her skirt bunched up at her hips from when she fell, didn't exactly help my resolve to stay focused.
Nicole managed to serve out the game before we managed to regroup. 5-4. All I had to do was win my service game and we'd emerge victorious. Two well placed first serves quickly put us up 30-love. We were guys, we could overpower them at any time. I must have gotten overconfident smelling victory so close, and promptly double-faulted. But I was not going to let the girls get to me with their head games. The girls huddled again, and this time I noticed my girlfriend up really close to the net, not even set into her stance. Instead, she was whispering something to Alan. I shook my head, focusing on the task at hand, called the score, and launched into my serve. Nicole sliced a backhand return right to Alan, the ball weakly arcing into perfect position for his smash. This would have been great, had he been paying attention. I looked across the net for a moment to see Michelle settling her sports bra back into place. Alan had become unglued for the moment, and Nicole's return lightly bonked him on the head.
Damn women cheaters.