Stay to flirt with Christina

“I’ll play you,” you say to Christina.

“Be careful with that,” Griffin says. “I got baited into challenging her last week and she dumpstered my ass, hard.”

“There’s no better way to learn,” Christina says, tossing you a paddle. “So Alex, you any good at the game?”

“Why don’t we see?” you say, and Christina serves a blindingly fast spin ball that you barely return.

She rallies against you with ease, and you slip up a few seconds in, hitting the ball a little too hard, so that it flies out without hitting the table.

“Not bad,” Christina says. “That was definitely better than Griffin did.”

“I was just getting warmed up,” you say. “You’ll be begging for mercy in no time.”

Your serve is something that you’ve honed against your high school friends until none of them could consistently return it, but Christina casually returns it straight onto the edge, where it bounces off to the side. You dive, barely slamming your paddle against the small white ball, and with some luck, you manage to place it just out of her reach. She goes to pick up the ball, cursing and frustrated with herself.

“I have to say, smashing you felt good.”

Your double entendre doesn’t go unnoticed as Christina tosses the ball back to you. “Believe me, I’m very much ready to return the favor,” she says.

On the back of your next serve, she hits the ball hard, and you’re **** to play it back slow, the white ball tracing a high arc in the air. You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming next, but it’s still not enough. The smash bounces off the table and hits you squarely in the balls, and Christina winks at you while you double over in pain.

The rest of the game goes quickly, with Christina maintaining a sizeable lead throughout, and before you know it, you’re playing the final point.

“This is going to be too easy,” Christina says, beginning to toss the ball in the air, when you hold out your hand.

“Is that what you really think? Let’s make this point winner take all then,” you say, hoping that this will be your chance back into the game.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Christina says. “Not like it’s going to change the outcome anyways.”

With that, she serves, the ball whizzing through the air as you begin to rally it back and forth. You play the ball deep, forcing her further and further back from the table, and you steadily grow in confidence, when Christina suddenly shifts gears on you, placing the ball neatly onto the edge once more, where it threatens to spin out of reach.

You’re ready this time, though, and you easily return the favor, sending the ball right off the corner. Christina lunges for the ball, connects with it, and sends it straight into the net.

“Come on,” she groans, the faint outline of her body visible through her sweat.

“Cum on what?” you ask, admiring her glistening body.

“We’ll leave that a mystery for now,” Christina says, dropping her paddle on the table. “But I can assure you that I always reward winners for their talent.”

With that, she spins around and heads up the stairs, leaving only the arousing scent of perfume and sweat in the air.

Christina +15