Ping pong with Christina

You stroll into the hall lounge, ready to get some studying done, when you see Christina bouncing a ping-pong ball on the paddle. She’s wearing a light jacket over a sports bra and shorts, looking ever-so-cute in that tight-fitting outfit. When she sees you, she gives you a wave and serves the ball over to you. You catch it, asking: “Looking for someone to play?”

“You got it,” she smiles, and it’s such a teasing little thing that you can’t help but drop your bag and join her at the table. “Feeling up for the challenge?”

You pick up the paddle and give it a heft.

“You’re not ready for what’s about to hit you,” you say.

“Pretty sure I score the point if you hit my body,” she smirks. “Bring it on, big boy.”

Your first serve comes fast across the diagonal, but Christina returns it with ease. Although you manage to play back the ball, it’s immediately clear that she’s got better technique than you, and from that point on, every hit is a struggle. The first point ends quickly as you hit the ball too hard, causing it to sail by her.

“Missed both the table and me,” she taunts, going to pick up the ball. “Not much for aiming, are you?”

“Give me another chance and I’ll show you what’s what,” you reply.

She serves the ball hard to you, forcing you to dink the ball back. It’s a slow ball, one that gives her plenty of time to line up the shot, and Christina strikes it with ferocity. It shoots back into your side of the table, giving you barely enough time to volley the ball back. You rally back and forth for a couple of shots, barely holding on, until a high arcing ball gives you a chance. You smash the ball hard and it flies across the room, somehow missing the table again.

“Missed me again,” Christina says, wiggling her ass at you as she picks up the ball. “Here’s the target, in case you can’t see.” She suddenly pulls up her bra, revealing two perky tits, but just as you’ve dropped your jaw in shock, she’s dropped her bra back in place, leaving nothing but the memory to linger in your mind.

“There’s no way I’m missing those,” you say, trying not to let your irritation bleed through. This girl’s clearly teasing you, and you want to show her who’s boss… if you can manage it.

The next point starts off well, with a spinshot of yours causing her to lunge to return it. With time on your side, you start hammering the ball hard into her half of the table, putting her on the defensive. She manages to keep afloat, the rally drawing out with some miraculous defense on her part, each shot she returns coupled with a delightful bounce of her chest. Christina’s steadfast in her effort, but eventually, you spot the opening. You whip a shot at her on instinct. The ball hits your paddle with a satisfying ping, but you strike it with too much ****, causing it to hit her squarely in the tits. It pongs as it bounces under the table.

“Seems like somebody’s been getting distracted,” she laughs, winking at you before she drops under the table.

“It’s not my fault you’re a massive tease,” you reply, only to see her wiggling her ass at you from underneath the table.

Her tight ass is such a tempting sight that you can’t help but give it a smack under the table, your paddle connecting with her butt with a soft crack.

“Oooh, still trying to hit me?” Christina laughs, giving her butt another wiggle at you.

You paddle her again, this time on the other cheek.

“I like hitting on you more than the table,” you reply.

“That’s why I scored the point,” she says. “Learn to play, loser.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I’ll be the next to score,” you grin, giving her one last smack on the ass.

{if Christina > 100} “Mmm… I like the sound of that,” she smiles. “Show me what you got.” {else} “Keep working on your game and you might get there,” she smiles. “Play another point?” {endif}

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