Tempting Tennis Tarts by Sybille

Freddy and Chloe will try anything once, especially if it's about getting it on.

Tempting tennis tarts

Freddy and Chloe will try anything once, especially if it's about getting it on.

During the world's greatest tennis tournament, Wimbledon, they sit in their Centre Court seats to watch the greatest matches.

On Day One, Round One, the number one ranked single woman player, Charise Ewing, nearly falls flat on her face. She pulls out a win at the last minute, barely.

This doesn't prevent Chloe from noticing what a beautiful, strong, African-American woman she is.

Or Freddy from noticing her Polish opponent is also magnificent.

Staying at the same hotel as the tennis stars, Freddy and Chloe get invited to all the right parties.

Freddy soon discovers how to entertain the Polish tennis star, whose boyfriend had to remain in Poland.

Chloe can only look on helplessly as Charise barely hangs in the tournament as round after round, she starts out playing like a beginner.

Obviously, Charise is letting problems in her personal life distract her, and all the smart money is on her white rapper boyfriend.

But Chloe is there when Charise finally realizes the boyfriend has been cheating on her, and kicks him out.

And Chloe is there to provide the kind of comfort she needs.

The next day, Charise plays like the champion she is.

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Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Lesbian

Language: English

Keywords: first time lesbian experience, couples erotica, white woman black woman, polish american interracial, love triangle, erotic, romance, romantic, erotic, comedy, humor, international, oral, tennis, wimbledon, tournament, centre court, cunnilingus, licking pussy, eating pussy, muff divers, holiday, vacation, England, kissing, britain, london, clitoris, friendship, jealousy, fucking, hotel rooms, boyfriend, girlfriend

Word Count: 15,000

Sample text:

Although Antonina's eyes had closed shut and her breath was slowing down, I wasn't done yet.

So I played How Many Fingers, How Deep?

She had a blonde bush. Not really a bush, because fashionably cut down to a mere thatch as proportionately short as Wimbledon grass courts.

But not even more fashionably plucked raw and smooth with Brazilian wax job. For which I couldn't blame her.

I hooked the tip of my finger down over the nub where her clitoris and tops of her outer lips and pubic bone all sort of ran together.

Still slick as cold-pressed olive oil, sweet smelling as virgin coconut oil.

So I rubbed gently and slowly, gradually working my way down just a little further.

As always, a woman's hot wet lips spread from her vaginal opening seem to open to infinity, promising unending delights to the finger probing the sensitive flesh.

As I pressed my fingertip to spread her inner lips, to slide down to the entrance to Heaven.

And why I keep my fingernails clean and clipped short. Not to mention longer fingernails hamper my kung fu and broadsword practice.

Those are also good reasons not to indulge in the feminine fashion of growing my fingernails long -- even adding plastic attachments if they're not yet long enough -- but of course the ability to probe my partner's vagina to its core safely and hygienically, is number one.

Her moist tissues expanded as I pulled it out, burrowing my finger deeper and deeper.


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