Hi all
Back again, with something new!
There's actually a story behind this... well... story. I wrote 90% of this story in the space of a few days, but then ended up sitting on it for a while. "A while" turned into almost a year. It took me a while to figure out why, but something about it just didn't sit right with me. I originally intended it as a nonconsent/reluctance story, but over time grew to realise that I preferred it as more of a consensual BDSM/ first time story. So I was able to modify it a bit, write the last few scenes, and now here we are. As I say, this is a kinky story, so people who are not into that should probably look away now!
That's enough about the background. My plan for this story is not entirely certain -- as will become clear, I have deliberately created a set-up such that there will be plenty of potential for future instalments featuring these characters, with scenarios that allow me to branch out a little bit in terms of kinks I can cover. I will likely return to this one at leisure.
Also, sorry to disappoint any sports fans who might be reading this, but tennis barely features!
In the meantime, I'm currently thinking up a new chapter for my "Love Comes" series, and also a couple of standalones. I shall be making no promises for now. There may also be a surprise sequel to something, but I shall keep that one under wraps for now.
Take care,
GT
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"Right, that'll be ten quid, please luv," the taxi driver tapped meter on his dash.
Alison removed two five pound notes from her wallet and handed them through his open window. He gave her a smile and a nod, then drove off, leaving her standing outside the house she had been dropped off at.
Smoothing down the skirt that was the only nice thing she owned, Alison made her way up the drive and nervously rang the bell.
After about a minute or two, the door opened.
"You came!" Tammy reached out, took her by the arm and dragged her inside.
"Er, yeah -- wouldn't have missed it for the world!"
"Well, the others aren't back yet, so it's just you and me!" Tammy dragged her through to the kitchen. "What can I get you? Wine? Beer? Vodka?"
"I don't really drink."
"No?" Tammy replied. "You sure you don't want anything?"
After a moment's thought, Alison decided that she might as well.
"Do you have any cider?"
"Oh yeah, of course!"
Tammy opened the fridge, grabbed a can of Strongbow and opened it for her.
Alison took it and sipped.
"You all right?" Tammy asked. "You're looking a little uneasy!"
"No, I'm all right. I'm just... you know... a bit nervous."
"I completely understand. You've never done anything like this before, then?"
Alison shook her head.
"Just to be clear, you are completely clear on what it is we're planning with you?"
"Yeah," Alison replied.
"And you're happy to go through with it?"
"Yes. I really am."
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Alison wasn't really the kind of person who had a lot of friends or attended a lot of social events. She had been to university for almost a year, and hadn't really made a lot of friends, not even on her English Literature course. Nor did she really engage in the campus life around her -- being quite introverted and bookish, she preferred to spend her time reading in the library, studying in her room or going for walks on her own.
The only vaguely social activity she had, however, was when she went to watch the tennis.
She couldn't really play herself, but she had always been a massive tennis fan. Her fondest childhood memory was being taken to watch the Wimbledon finals, and since then, she had watched every year, plus all of the major tournaments such as the French, US and Australian Opens.
Once she had started, finding out where and when the university's tennis team played had been her number one priority. And she had become a regular attendee at the training sessions and all of the games.
Truthfully, though, her attendance at these games wasn't purely down to her enthusiasm for the sport. There was one particular girl on the team that she loved to watch.
Alison wasn't open about her sexuality outside of her family. But she hadn't been able to resist; this girl had caught her eye during one particular training session, and she had immediately been taken by her.
The girl in question was a second-year History student. She was 21 years old, stood at 5ft 10 inches tall, with long, muscular legs and arms, and a very toned body, she was everything Alison liked in a girl. Her emerald green eyes and long, brunette hair which she kept curled at the end was just the icing on the cake. And her teeth were white as snow, giving her a very beautiful smile whenever she scored a point.
Her name was Becky.
Alison had frequently made sure to attend all of her games. Of course, she had watched more games than just hers -- just so that it wouldn't look like she was stalking her -- but whenever Becky played, she would find it hard to follow the score because she would always get a good view of her in her tennis skirt.
That was really as far as she had gotten, or was ever likely to go with her, though. Alison was incredibly insecure about her appearance. Every time she looked in the mirror, she could only see a rather plain girl with short, reddish-brown hair, a freckled face and glasses, and clothes that were too baggy and unfashionable for her. Plus which, she was at least 2 years younger than Becky. In her mind, there was no way this hot, athletic older woman would even entertain the notion of dating a nerd like her. Assuming she wasn't entirely straight, of course -- that was another disadvantage Alison had found. Most of the girls she fancied were straight.
With that being said, her regular attendance at the tennis had eventually been noticed by the team. They would all wave at her when they saw her in the stands, and would greet her cheerfully when they passed her on the way to class. Alison had enjoyed these interactions, because it meant that she at least mattered to them a little. But she hadn't really spent much time with them beyond this.
That was until the other day, when she had been approached by the team captain; she was a 22-year old third-year Sports Therapy student who stood at 6 feet tall, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and a very muscular physique that was almost Teutonic. Her name was Tamsin, although everyone called her Tammy.
"Hey," she greeted her with a sultry, almost sing-song accent that stood in stark contrast to her appearance. "You're Alison, right? That girl that's always coming to watch our training?"
"Yeah, that's me," Alison confirmed.
"Great to finally speak to you in person! Are you new? I don't remember seeing you last year!"
"I started in September," Alison said.
"Ah yes! So you're very new! How are you finding it here? Are you enjoying being at university?"
"Hmm..." Alison paused to consider her answer. "Truthfully, it's not quite how I expected it to be. But I'm loving my course, and I like the lovely buildings. I'm definitely happy here."
"Good!" Tammy paused for a moment. "Listen, there's a couple of things I wanted to ask you, if that would be all right?"
