After almost a month after Mr. Tennis canceled on our first date, we finally get to meet up together. I have no expectations because my heart is still settled on Mr. Sporting Goods and mother nature is making her visit this week. I've been driving myself crazy lately because SG hasn't asked me out this week. I've seen him every week that I have been in town so breaking the pattern is also breaking my heart. That is why, I've decided to take on a new distraction of Mr. Tennis.
We decide to meet at my neighborhood bar and I show up early so I could start drinking early. I find Tennis attractive but being that he is almost 5 years younger, I know there is no long term potential with him. Tennis arrives while I'm halfway done with my first margarita. He is as cute as I remembered and also as nervous as I remembered. It's endearing. Tennis has an Abercrombie/frat boy appeal that brings me back to college. I like that he is athletic and clean cut. I think because of his nervous energy, it makes me more confident and assertive. We start talking about all sorts of random things and a couple hours later, Tennis has his arms around me. As I finish my 3rd margarita, I lean into him and we start making out. By the way we are kissing, I know right away that this is just for fun.
Tennis picks up the tab and we head to my apartment. I am feeling happily buzzed so my liquid courage allows me to take control of the situation. I light a candle and push him on to my bed. He's saying all sorts of things that make me feel like I'm in a rap video such as, "baby girl." Tennis grabs my ass, takes off my shirt and tells me that I am pretty. I think that's the magic combination to unlock my inner-whore. I put on some sexy music and start slithering my naked breasts up and down his body. I then grab his cock and start rubbing my nipples on it. Tennis is going crazy. He keeps saying, "Let's fuck" but I know that's not a possibility, so I keep teasing. I even put my tongue on the tip of his penis and circle it around until he tells me he might come. So I stop. What a bitch, right? We tease each other for a good hour or two (hard to tell because it seems like I'm getting more wasted), and I finally give him a hand job to finish him off. We clean each other off and he leaves so he can make it in to work at 8am. I'm relieved that he doesn't sleep over because I feel like I might throw up.
Will I see Tennis again? Sure, for as long as I need a distraction.
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