Sadie stumbled off the court, dropping her racket and rolled onto her back, staring up at the evening sky. She would have to stand up in a second to stretch, she knew that. Her body seemed to have other ideas though and protested with enthusiastic muscle burning as she stood up slowly to begin her stretching routine. As she stretched, Sandie peered across the court, eyes fixed on the subject of the rage she'd been feeling throughout her practice session. Katie, the red-headed slut. Sadie wasn't overly concerned with learning her full name, she didn't deserve that. Katie was the competition.
Sadie had been the top tennis player in her age group for the past four years by now, with Katie coming in a close second every time. Sadie could see how much that frustrated her, a fact that Sadie took true joy in. She never let pass an opportunity to remind Katie who was the inferior. Recently Sadie had begun fucking Katie's boyfriend, allowing it to become an open secret within the school, just to help beat that reminder into her rival even further. Sadie's own boyfriend probably knew about it but if he did then he didn't say anything. He understood the territory that came with dating Sadie.
Katie had already reached the locker room when Sadie was finishing up her stretches. As she walked down the path, already peeling off her clothing she looked up again at the night sky. Katie had been getting better, slowly creeping closer to, and in some cases past, Sadie's scores during practice. As a result of their skills growing closer than ever, both Sadie and Katie often found themselves practising long before and after school hours. Normally they remained silent, glaring daggers at each other, never interacting and finally leaving. But they were facing a game fairly soon and the antagonism had begun to reach a fever pitch.
"You were looking a little slow out there" came Katie's snide voice the moment Sadie stepped into the locker room. Sadie had finished removing her outfit by this point and was tossing it into the heap she'd left her casual clothing in. Naked and ready for her own shower, she looked up at Katie. The redhead was under one of the shower heads, taking in the spray, water rapidly rolling down her own naked form. Her hair was short, her skin a little pale and freckled. She was slim, like all of their teammates, and she had fairly small breasts. Sadie, on the other hand, had long dark hair, and whilst she was about as slim as Katie her bust was larger.
"It's your tits that are slowing you down" Katie continued, turning to face Sadie with a sly grin. She grabbed her own breasts and gave them a squeeze. "Two big, those and your fat ass."
Sadie took an enraged step forward. The slightest provocation was enough to induce anger at this point. "And yet I keep beating you" she shot back, "every single time."
Katie shrugged, "the streak breaks tomorrow sweetie."
Sadie kept walking until she stood right in front of the other woman, the spray of the shower pelting down on the both of them. Their hateful eyes met each other. "Sweetie? You don't 'sweetie' me. Tomorrow I'm going to win, and then" she stepped right up close to Katie, leaving the skin of their bodies brushing against each other ever so slightly, "and then I think I'm gonna take your boyfriend for another little ride. Maybe we'll even let you watch this time."
Katie wanted to slap or shove her, hard. But she knew how wet the shower had left these flowers and she wasn't willing to risk an accident. But then she noticed how close their bodies were to each other, and a new idea formed in her mind.
"Why bother with him when you could fuck me?"
