Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... into my old tennis training gear. I really tried. I then cried most of Monday morning. John laughed at me and the idea of me bothering trying it on in the first place. Which made me feel even worse. He was really happy that his presentation went well. I sat there in silence in the living room listening to his voice booming through the house.

But on Tuesday I did the school run and then headed into town. Two things: I was out of the house and secondly, I went out shopping and got myself a fresh collection of gym gear. Ones that fitted, and where I wouldn't be worried about the seams in my ass going if I stretched or squatted. I was so tempted to buy a new racquet. Mine now looked so dated, so 90's compared to the modern kit. I was in a quandary. I had closed the door to my tennis life, that afternoon in July. When Rhiannon did not appear on the court side. She was the love of my life. The sex together was amazing. But she was pulling me in a different direction. We used to play tennis in doubles, we were both rather good. At the time I started easily winning as she preferred smoking, drinking, and dancing more than I did. At first. She would be out all night long. By the time I was eighteen, I had a problem.

At that time, I knew I had a decision to make. To stay active in the sport or follow Rhiannon to have lots and lots of sex filled fun. I should have stayed with the sport, but also at that same time a penis in the shape of John literally appeared in my life. It was ...

... an overnight revelation.

It was that first evening, just as I won the championship that I had kissed John. Yes, I was very drunk, but deep down I was rebelling. He was off to university in September. I was heading to a sweaty training camp once the season finished to be shouted at. To run harder and faster.

All I actually ended up doing was drinking cheap shots and smoking harder and faster. Rebelling- It was really good fun.

Much to the confusion of my parents, I got myself through hook or by crook to the same university as John. The summer of late applying. It was a good decision. I got away from my parents, from tennis, from Rhiannon. I escaped. My dad was distraught, he thought I would be playing tennis for the rest of my life. I was that good.

I enjoyed my university years. I was involved in a couple of clubs, but not tennis. Even meddled in drama. I just could not go back to Tennis. The memory of that afternoon is still wrapped around my heart. Rhiannon not being there still hurts. She had promised to come but had gone shopping instead. My moment of glory and she didn't care. If she did not care, neither did I.

By the third year we had moved into the same shared house. Separate bedrooms, but the same house.

Mentally and physically, I had moved on from Rhiannon. I was going to be John's wife. Eventually.

Sarah...her lips so close to mine. I could smell her sweet body spray.

Sitting there on the sofa, I almost got up and drove over to the tennis ...