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Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.)

Date: 5/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: stex, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

like you’re dressed for tennis." I was wearing the usual sort of thing, t-shirt, shorts and sneakers, it’d work for tennis. "OK." "The courts at Outlook should be free. I have a spare racket with me. I’ll drive." There wouldn't be many people there at that time of day. "It’s only, like, five blocks. I could ride my bike and meet you there." I kinda lost my appetite after that, I just wanted to get to the tennis courts. *** So after lunch, we met at the court. The rules were decided as one set, with a tiebreaker if necessary. We spun the racket, I won, I’d serve. I was a little rusty, I hadn’t played much in the last few months; must have lost my motivation for some reason or just too fucking busy with worrying about college. If I was going to win this I was going to have to use strength, Mrs. Cold, Diane, was a better player than I was, but I was stronger than her. I was stronger than her three years ago and the games were close. I was stronger now than three years ago, maybe I could win this. I was really motivated. I smashed the serve and it sailed past Diane, she couldn’t touch it. "Out." Yeah, I kind of noticed it was to the right of the line. I was a pussy for my second serve, Diane returned it perfectly down the sideline I had no hope of getting that. While not otherwise distracted by losing the game, I thought she was looking pretty bouncy on top. She wasn’t exactly big up there, but what she did have was pretty distracting. I lost the game to fifteen, and not just ... because of the bounce. We changed ends and Diane bent over to retrieve a ball. This was one part of tennis I liked, you could usually get a good view of the opponent's butt in their short skirts (if they’re a girl). Of course girls wore panties which were meant to be seen, so you never actually saw anything. Except this time, Diane was not wearing any panties. I had wood instantly. Diane smiled at me and served, I was so distracted it went by and I hardly moved. The rest of the game didn’t go much better, I hardly touched a ball, I kept thinking I was was seeing glimpses of what was under there. I lost to love, sixty-love is how it used to be called, more like sexty-love; she wasn’t playing fair. You’d think she didn’t want to give me a reward. It was 2-0 in games. My serve again. I tried to pull myself together. I considered if I should think about what Diane was offering, or if I should try putting it out of my mind. Not thinking about it was a total non starter, so I tried to use it as inspiration. I put an ace right down the center line, she couldn’t get a racket to it, it felt great. I smiled. I looked up and Diane was grinning broadly as well. Three aces later it was now 2-1. If I could keep the serve up, I had a hope, but I still needed a break game to draw level. I managed to return most of her services in the next game, but her responses were deadly. Serve; return; back and done. Sexty-love again. 3-1. The next few games went to serve, at least I managed to get a few ...