Preamble.
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Tags: Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Seduction.
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Words: 8,715
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Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. Also, as with most of my work, there is a lot of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, some aspects of this part will be better understood by reading episodes in sequence.
This Part mainly covers Julie teaching Katie about tennis technique. There is a lot of coaching information, and a little more flirting and innuendo, but very little else.
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Title: Game Set & Match - Part 2: The First Lesson.
I arrived at the club at about 1:45pm on Wednesday afternoon, but apart from Sarah the club secretary, there was no-one else there. Sarah was probably in her mid thirties, maybe slightly older, tall and slender with very long blonde hair, and although she always followed the club rules of predominantly white skirt (or shorts for the men), white top and white tennis shoes, she always managed to dress evocatively.
Her rich, heady perfume filled the room with a fragrance clearly designed to turn heads, and I had often wondered why an obviously attractive woman like her never seemed to have loads of men hanging around her.
She seemed to spend all of her time at the club; in fact I couldn't remember having ever been there when she wasn't around. "Hello," she greeted me brightly. "We don't usually see you midweek. Come for half a game of singles have you?" she teased, acknowledging that I was alone.
"No," I laughed. "I'm supposed to be meeting Julie here today."
"Julie?" she questioned, a definite element of surprise in her voice. "Julie A*****?" she affirmed.
"Is that her name? I only know her as Julie," I told her.
"Shoulder length deep auburn hair?" she asked.
"Yes. That's right," I replied brightly. "She said she'd help me with a few flaws in my game," I told her.
Sarah's expression changed to one of curious interest. I felt sure she was about to say something, then clearly changed her mind. "Well she's a very experienced player," she told me. "I'm sure she'll be able to teach you no end of... interesting moves." She seemed to be smirking slightly.
I looked at her, slightly puzzled. "I do hope so," I replied innocently. "I've never been able to beat my regular partner, and I do so want to improve my game."
"You usually partner with Lynne Hargreaves don't you?"
"That's right," I confirmed.
"Why don't you play in the doubles at all?" she asked. I had the feeling she was fishing for something. I knew that when Sarah played she only ever played doubles, but oddly enough she never seemed to have a regular partner. She would double up with almost anyone who happened to be around.
"Lynne never seems to want to play anything but singles," I told her, a little sadly.
"That doesn't mean that you can't," she smiled. She looked me up and down for a few moments. She seemed to be studying me. "Does this mean that Lynne might be free to play doubles with me now?" she asked.
I gave her a puzzled look. 'What an odd question' I thought. "I doubt it," I told her. "As I said, she doesn't seem to like doubles... but there's no harm in asking is there," I added with a smile.
"Well, I'm sure you'll pick up a lot of new... tricks from... Oh! Talk of the devil. Here's Julie now," she said, nodding toward the door.
"Hello Katie," Julie greeted me as I turned to see her closing the door behind her. "Sorry I'm late," she apologised.
I glanced up at the clock. It was only just five minutes to two. "You're not late at all," I told her. "It's me... I was way too early," I told her with a slight laugh.
"You must be keen," she laughed as she leaned forward to greet me, kissing my cheek.
"I am," I confided softly. She slid an arm around my back and gave me an affectionate hug, holding me there for a good two or three seconds longer than I felt necessary.
"None of that in the clubhouse," Sarah teased, with a cautionary wink to Julie.
"Come on," Julie said, excitedly. "Let's get out on the court and make a start."
I picked up my bag and made for the door to the courts, and Julie followed.
"You lucky bitch," I just managed to hear Sarah whisper. I turned back to see Julie smiling at her, opening her eyes wide and raising her eyebrows as she bit her lip. The smile on her face was unmistakable, but I said nothing as Julie quickly skipped up to join me.
It was less than two minutes walk past the main courts to the practice area, and there was only one couple playing a match as we passed. I couldn't remember having seen the woman on the far side of the court before, but I recognised the woman with her back to us. She was the same woman who had been sitting with Julie on the Saturday; the one who had been touching Julie's arm so -- encouragingly.
I looked up at Julie who seemed intent on looking straight ahead and not even acknowledging her. I would later learn that this was Daphne; Julie's previous regular doubles partner, but I had to assume that something had happened between them to cause a rift.
"So!" Julie turned and smiled. "What would you like to work on first?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts as we walked on.
"I have no idea," I told her. "Probably best if you treat me as a blank page. We can do whatever you like," I said. She turned to look at me and I swear there was a peculiar hint of a smile that unnerved me slightly. "At the moment, all I want is to improve enough to beat that Lynne Hargreaves," I added. I didn't usually use her surname, but I found myself fuming every time I thought of her now, and I couldn't hide the venom in my voice. I'd had four days to contemplate how she had been using me to boost her own ego, and every time I thought about it, it angered me more.
"Don't be unkind," Julie said softly, "and please try not to get too passionate about it either." She could see my obvious frustration. "I'm sure she's not a bad person. She has just been taught to dominate her partner." She stopped and smiled kindly at me. "Me..." she went on, "I prefer to coax and nurture..." she paused, "to try to bring out the best."
She slid an arm around my shoulders and for the first time I caught a decent whiff of her perfume; that light and subtle scent I had detected last weekend. I hadn't noticed it before as we walked, and in the clubhouse it was completely obliterated by Sarah's heady fragrance. I felt warm and comfortable as we walked on. "Just remember... if you let your anger get the better of you, it will turn back on you," she told me.
"What does that mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"If you allow your emotions to come to a head, that's when you make mistakes in your game." She smiled, "But if you can remain calm, and focus on the point you're playing and nothing else, everything else will fall into place."
It made a lot of sense.
When we arrived at the court, we dropped our bags on the bench and she reached into a small pocket, pulling out an elasticised hair tie. She faced me as she gathered her beautiful shining reddish-brown mane behind her head, and wrapped the tie around it, pulling it back into a neat pony-tail. As she did so, she exposed a small area of pale shaven flesh under her arms, exciting me more than she could have imagined.
I felt embarrassed that it thrilled me so, but I could hardly tear my attention from it. The only thing that managed to divert my gaze slightly were the firm mounds of her exquisite breasts, seemingly pointing straight at me. Such a perfect size and so shapely, almost teasing me, inviting me to reach for them.
Julie smiled. I thought she might be disconcerted or bothered that I was watching her so closely, but she seemed unconcerned; as if she hadn't even noticed, although I feel certain that she did. "What shall we start with then?" she asked, as she finished tying her hair.
"Like I said, I'll do whatever you want," I told her, purposely using an open innuendo. I think I was testing the water; trying to see if she would pick up on it. I felt inexplicably attracted to her. No... that's completely the wrong word. There was nothing inexplicable about it. She was gorgeous and I had 'always' been attracted to other girls. She was a few years older than me but she was still a young woman and I found her dangerously enticing.
I was hoping and praying that she would like me the way I couldn't help liking her. But I was afraid. I had never had any relationship with another girl before, in fact I'd never had much of a relationship with anyone before, and the very idea of it scared me. I really had no clue what I was doing. Suddenly I felt I shouldn't be there. I wanted to run away, but that would be foolish. 'Get a grip girl', I thought. 'She's come here to help me with my tennis. That's all,' I told myself.
"OK," she began, after tormenting my imagination with her lithe womanly charms for what seemed like an eternity, "Let's knock a ball around for a few minutes and I'll watch how well you move."
"Fine," I agreed, somewhat relieved that we were actually going to play some tennis after all.
She served the first ball underarm, and I hit it back quite fast, passing her about two feet away. "Sorry," she called, with a laugh. "I didn't realise we were having a match," she joked.
"Sorry," I replied. "I don't often get to hit a ball I can reach easily."
"That will change," she said. "Don't you ever have a knock-about with Lynne?" she asked.
"No, I can't remember that ever happening," I told her.
"Not even a warm-up?" She looked shocked.
"No," I shook my head.
She dropped her gaze, shaking her head in apparent disbelief, the dark pony-tail gently lashing her neck, so soft and alluring. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Even the professionals have a warm-up. How could she expect you to ever find your rhythm?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question. "OK. Let's just try to keep this going for as long as we can," she said. "I want to see how you move."
"What did you think when you watched Lynne and I play on Saturday?" I asked.
