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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

more balls. I managed a few rallies with more than one touch of the ball. I even managed to score a few points against her serve, but still it was now 6-5. It was make or break now, actually break or break. If I didn’t break serve, that was it, I’d lose the match, I'd lose my chance at Diane. She jumped up to serve, her skirt blew up to reveal everything. I froze and the ball whizzed by my motionless body. Diane laughed and smoothed her skirt down some, that really didn’t help. Focus, I needed to focus if I was going to get this. She served again, I ran for the sideline and just managed to get the racket to it. "Thuck", I hit wood, fuck. I looked up to see the ball sail high down the sideline and plop down on the intersection with the baseline. Diane had stopped when she heard the "thuck", but then watched in amazement as it turned into a perfect return; she ran for it but got nowhere near it. "Lucky." Diane called out. Fuck yes, that was lucky, but I’ll take it. 15-all. She took her place for the next serve, and wiggled, she really wasn’t playing fair. I tried not to let it distract me, but increase my focus and determination, that could be mine. Her serve was short, I rushed up to return it to the opposite corner and stayed up at the net. She got to the ball and tried a lob, not high enough, I reached up to my full height and smashed to the opposite court. Diane didn’t even try to get that, she just looked at it hopelessly. 15-30. I punched the air in celebration, Diane ... flipped up her top to reveal some unrestrained jugs. That’s why she was looking bouncy, no bra, I was sure she’d been wearing one at lunch. That got my attention. I focused on that as I walked back to the baseline, that will be mine. I was thinking positively. Diane’s serve was good, but I didn’t have far to reach for it. I tried to get clever and return it to the opposite court, and for once it worked. Diane was caught completely flat footed expecting a return down he sideline. 15-40. I smiled and licked my lips. Diane was smiling from ear to ear. Diane tried for an ace on her next serve; it was a good shot but I was ready for it and sent it back up the sideline past Diane as she rushed the net. She could only look on as it sailed by. Game. 6-6. Now it was the tiebreak, and I was serving first, I had the momentum. I aced my serve. 1-0. Another great return, 2-0. Her next serve was almost an ace, but I got a racket to it, my return sailed wide. 2-1. Two aces. 4-1. If could just keep my serve I could win this. We shared one each of her serves, 5-2. Now I just needed to keep two serves and I’d win. An ace 6-2, just one more needed. She tried flipping up her top again, so I served while she was busy with that, it sailed by her. She exclaimed "Ooh! You!" and burst out laughing. I made to celebrate but my legs felt leaden, I was dizzy, I thought I’d better sit down. Then lying down was, like, a better idea. I lay there, waiting for the world to stop spinning around me. I heard a ...