I was standing in the corner of a tennis court. Marie had asked if I played, and I had truthfully told her that I played a little when I was a teenager, but never professionally or anything. She asked if I was any good, and I said I was.
“Good. I like a man with confidence,” she had said. The next thing I knew I was booked in for a doubles game with Marie, her (now confirmed) boyfriend Lou, and one of Lou’s work friends. Lou and his friend were playing against Marie and I, and I felt like I might be dragging her down, but she insisted.
We were at a court off to the side of this huge park, with a fountain and a kid’s playground. Marie and Lou had come in his car, Lou’s friend in his, and I in mine. I wasn’t really sure where the place was, but when I was driving here I recognised Lou’s car, and followed him for guidance. If they noticed, they didn’t mention it.
I was playing the back of the court, and she was up near the net. I was already nervous, and just as Lou was about to serve, I looked at the back of Marie’s head. I’m not sure why – guidance? absolution? It soon didn’t matter because two things happened in quick succession.
One; Marie hunched over, leaning forward in a professional stance, or at least what seemed like one, like she was trying to get at a right angle. This meant that her white tennis skirt began to form to her butt. The fabric stretched, and my eyes were drawn to it. The skirt was already pretty short, cutting off right where her legs met her cheeks, and this new development was… distracting, to say the least. It didn’t help that she had very strong thighs, and that she was gently swaying from side to side… Almost as if she were beckoning me…
Two: Lou served the ball, and since I was distracted, I didn’t see it coming. It bounced near my feet, and shocked me back to reality. I swung wildly for a second, my previous train of thought quickly derailing as the ball caught me by surprise.
“You alright there?” called Lou, as his work friend raised an eyebrow, giving him a look as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’
“Yeah, yeah, fine! Sorry, I’m a bit rusty,” I called back, glancing up at Marie. She was still hunched over, but she was looking over her shoulder at me, smirking. I nodded to her, and she raised an eyebrow, then looked forward again. I stayed focused on the ball after that.
The match proceeded well enough; after that rough start, I soon got my swing back, and was able to volley the ball back and forth with ease. Marie and I were winning, and after she brought the match to an advantage point, she did a little victory dance, and gave me a high five. It was adorable, and I briefly wondered how someone could be so powerful and so cute at the same time.
Lou’s friend was not impressed. He was clearly very competitive, and didn’t like to lose. Lou didn’t seem to mind, and seemed to just be here for the fun of the game, but this guy was here to win. Seeing Marie’s little victory celebration, which probably would’ve barely registered for anyone else, he went in for the kill. I served the ball, and he whacked it with such force back at me that it hit me clear in the head.
The force of it threw me to the ground, and I pressed my hand to my head in pain. I closed my eyes against the dancing lights that clouded my vision, and winced.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” I heard Marie say. She sounded closer than where she was a second ago. I opened my eyes, and she was leaning over me, the sun illuminating her hair. There was a genuine concern on her face, and there was a softness in it that was comforting.
I looked over at Lou’s side of the court. He had taken his friend aside, and seemed to be scolding him for the attack. I looked back up at Marie.
She was… she was very beautiful.
“That depends,” I winced, “Are you an angel?”
Marie scoffed, and grabbed my arm, pulling me up to standing.
“You’re fine,” she laughed. I saw Lou’s friend nodding, as if conceding, and they went back to their positions.
“Sorry, mate, it was a bad shot,” I heard the other guy mumble, and I called back a cheerful “No worries.” I didn’t want to make it seem worse than it was, and I’d probably forget about it by later that day…
It still hurt after the match.
We were walking back to the car park, and my forehead was throbbing. Marie and the guys were ahead of me, laughing and talking together. We’d lost the match, which I was glad for since I didn’t want to piss this guy off (though if he hadn’t hit me so hard I think we would’ve won). I pressed my hand to my head again, and winced. When I looked up, Lou was waving at me.
“Hey, me and Frank need to head off to work, but thanks so much for being Marie’s double! You’re a good player, and we’d love to get you back sometime.”
“Sure thing, it was pretty fun!” I waved back, slightly proud that I had made friends so easily. Lou and his friend walked off, and Marie skipped over to me.
“Thanks,” she smiled, “Lou’s been looking for someone to play against for a while.”
“No problem,” I smiled back, genuinely happy to help.
As we got back to our cars, I winced in pain again. Marie looked at me with concern again.
“You alright?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I tried to shrug, “I probably just need to sit down for a sec.”
We found a nearby bench, and I sat down. It was nice being alone with Marie for a second, and not have to worry about Lou arriving at any moment. Despite the fact that I had embarrassed myself in front of her three times now, her presence was comforting.
Marie hesitated, and took a headband out of her pocket. She walked toward the fountain, dipped it in, and came back. I looked around, a little confused at what she was doing, and noticed there was nobody else in the park but us.
“Here,” she said softly, and pressed the cool, wet headband to the spot where Frank’s ball had hit me. I closed my eyes and pressed against it, a little involuntarily. I hadn’t noticed how hot it was, and this was refreshing.
I opened my eyes as I felt the warm air on my face, and realised it was breath. I realised how close Marie was. She was half-straddling me, one of her knees resting on the bench and her other leg standing straight between my knees. Her lips were softly parted, as she focused on holding the headband to my head where I’d been hit, and I noticed that my leg was between her thighs. I could feel the back of her skirt being pulled a little by my knee. She smelled good, like fresh fruit.
She glanced down at me, and smiled. Something stirred in my shorts, just like yesterday when she came to my door. One of my hands was on the headband, almost touching hers, and the other was on the bench. I lifted it, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and accidentally brushed the outside of her thigh. She let out a small hum.
I swallowed. There was a pause.
“I should probably get home,” I said, not wanting to assume to know where this was going.
“In this condition? You might have a concussion,” her face was back to concern. “Why don’t I drive you? I need a ride anyway, since Lou took our car, and someone needs to make sure you’re okay.”
I glanced at the parking spaces, and realised that yes, my car was the only one there.
“Um… I suppose so,” I mumbled, unable to think of a reason why that couldn’t happen other than it probably shouldn’t.
“Good,” she smiled, her voice soft again.
*Good?* I thought. *Why is that good?*
I hesitated, then smiled back.
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[Things are staring to heat up! They’ll get busy in the next chapter, I promise, I just love a slow burn, and any excuse to see characters in cute tennis gear. Let me know if you’re enjoying this, and I’ll post the next part soon!]
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