The Tennis Partners

I made up my mind, I was going to go back to the most special place for myself and my father and that was the tennis club. I hadn’t been back there for a few weeks since my dad died because of a drunk driver. I couldn’t stand the thought of going to the place that meant so much to both of us. We played together countless hours and my dad was the main reason that I was the best 16 year old tennis player in the state. My mom actually talked me into going and asked if I wanted company but I said that I just wanted to go alone.

I arrived at the tennis club and walked inside. I flashed my ID card for the club and then sat down for a second. I was having a hard time convincing myself that it was a good idea to play tennis feeling the way I felt when I saw the perfect thing at my time of sorrow, a distraction. By distraction, I mean a stunningly beautiful 15 year old girl with brown hair, a slim and athletic body, a skin tight athletic top that showed off her perfect little titties, and a tiny skirt that barely came a few inches below her crotch. She smiled at me but when I tried to smile back, the sadness I was feeling came through clearly and she gave me a kind of sympathy look.

The tennis courts were all indoors and there were six in all. I took the one four from the entrance and the girl that I saw earlier was having a tennis lesson from one of the teachers at the club. I just stood on my side and kept serving to the other side that was empty. I did this for a good half an hour than sat down for a second and watched the girl that I was suddenly fascinated with.

She was a really good tennis player and I just sat there and watched her for around ten minutes. I think she noticed me watching because she kept smiling at me and trying to show off her skills. I got up and served a few more shots and then headed back for the showers. After a brief shower, I went back out into the main area and sat down on a couch and just relaxed for a minute. Just as I got comfortable, the girl that I was looking at came up from the courts and walked over to me. She introduced herself to me. Her name was Lauren.

Lauren and I talked for a little while and I explained why I was there and how I was feeling. She was a great listener but I had trouble talking as I frequently found myself looking over her body. I couldn’t tell if she knew I was checking her out or if she thought I had trouble talking sometimes because of what I went through. She gave me her number and told me to call her if I ever needed someone to play tennis with. I genuinely smiled for the first time since my dad’s death and said goodbye. I was actually feeling good for a change.

I went home and told my mom about how everything went. She was happy for me and I went off to bed feeling significantly better than I did when I woke up in the morning.

A couple of days later I was feeling a little bored so I decided it was a good time to take Lauren up on her offer of a game of tennis. I called her and asked her if she wanted to meet me up at the tennis club for a few games and she replied with, “Bring it on.”

I got to the club before she did and it was slightly crowded but not too bad.