Love, Set, Match

Brittney Kade steps onto the court looking fucking delicious in her little tennis skirt, racket in hand like she knows what she's doing. She doesn't. Not even close. She's still flailing through awkward swings when Lauren Phillips shows up, tight body packed into her own sporty outfit, strutting like she owns every inch of that court. They met online. First date, both pretending this tennis shit was brilliant. They hug hello and you can already tell - Lauren's cocky as hell on the outside, but inside? She's second-guessing the hell out of this plan. Back and forth they go, swinging like drunken drunk girls at prom, both putting on a show for the other, both failing spectacularly. Serves flying wild, balls hitting the net, tits bouncing, skirts riding up. They're eye-fucking each other so hard it stops being about tennis at all. Lauren finally whiffs a shot so bad it cracks them both up. She tosses the racket down and grins. "Okay, this was a stupid-ass idea," she laughs, real and raw. They lock eyes, heat building fast between them. Brittney steps closer, biting her lip. "Let's skip the charade. Take me inside. Let's fuck as ourselves."