Actually I think sixty dollars is way too expensive for a top, but it is so sexy. And exactly the thing I am looking for. So I buy it. After that I… “Hello? Marlena? Are you listening to me?” Shit, I haven’t heard a word from Hope’s story. “Yeah, I am. And then?” “Then Lexie and I sat down at a bar. We were thirsty from shopping. Guess who we ran into?” I can’t hear her anymore. I can’t help it… my thoughts keep going back to yesterday. I keep seeing John’s naked upper-body. When he took that sweaty t-shirt off to replace it with a clean one, my heart jumped. His tanned skin, his chest hair, and those abs… Wow, he is hot!
I have snuck into the shower in the men’s locker room about a hundred times in my dreams… to surprise him. There I caress his perfect butt and slowly move my fingers to the front. While he kisses me passionately, my hands work on him. When he can’t stand it anymore, he lifts me up and slowly eases me down, so that he can enter me smoothly… “Marlena! Where are you and your thoughts?” Now Hope is really pissed. “I’m going to class. Give me a sign when you do want to talk to me.” She walks away, pissed off, while I try to apologise. Oh, she’ll come around. At least now I can daydream about John without any interruptions. ‘Cause we weren’t finished in my fantasy. He pulls away, falls to his knees, and works on me with his tongue. On the brink of orgasm I pull him up by his hair, and he enters me again. Two minutes later we enjoy a spine-shattering orgasm. Sigh… That would be so good.
In real life, I’d never do anything like that. John may act nice towards me, but that doesn’t mean he’s as much in love with me as I am with him. There are more pretty girls at the tennis club. For me it was love at first sight. When John introduced himself during the first training session of this season, I instantly started to blush. The more I got to know him, the more fell in love with him. He isn’t just hot… he’s also tough, funny and sweet. Exactly the things I look for in a guy. This afternoon we’ve got tennis practice, and I can’t wait. I can finally see him again.
“Hope! Wait up!” Is she still angry about this morning? “I’m sorry I was so distracted. I didn’t have a good sleep last night. I have to go because of practice, but will you finish your story tomorrow? I want to know what happened in the bar.” She looks at me suspiciously. “No good night’s sleep? I don’t buy it. You’re in love!” “In love? No way! I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer as I pack my bag. “Yeah, you deny it. There will be a time when you can’t keep quiet about it. Well, see ya tomorrow!” “Uh… yeah, see you.” Is it that obvious?
When I enter the clubhouse an hour later, I see John right away. He’s at the bar drinking his water with Abe. When I walk past them to the locker-room, I see from the corner of my eye how John turns his head towards me, and is looking me over. Of course I’m afraid to look back. My heart is beating like crazy already. Butterflies gather in my tummy when I’m filling my bottle with water. He looked me over! When I walk back to the tennis lane, John stops me. “Wait a minute, I’ll walk with you,” he says softly. While he grabs his bag, I’ve got a perfect view of his butt. Sigh… It would have to feel so good to massage his butt. “You coming?” When he opens the door to the clubhouse, I’m thinking about what I can say to him. Apparently my brain has stopped, because nothing emerges my mouth. Just when I’m about to say something, I feel his hand touching mine.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I um… lost my balance,” he says, a little clumsily. When I see his cheeks are turning red, so do mine. “It’s okay.” I try to soothe him. Before I realise what I am saying, the words spill from my mouth. “I liked it.” I’m afraid to look at him now. What must he think? “Okay, that’s good,” I hear him say, while he grabs my hand. “Then I might as well do it for real.” When our team mate Jennifer comes walking up to us, he lets go of my hand. “Hey Jen, how are you?” John asks enthusiastically, as he starts his warmup. Completely confused I sit down on a bench. What did that mean? Does he like me too? “Come on! We’ve got to warm up!” Jen pulls me out of my thoughts.
“You all get six balls on your backhand. You’ve gotta play them cross. Then you pick them up and move to the back of the line. Got it?” Victor the tennis teacher, is as fanatic as ever, but I have a hard time focusing on the balls. There are other things on my mind right now. When I’m picking my balls up on the other side of the net, John has finished his series too. Before I know it he’s standing right next to me. “Do you know, you’ve got beautiful hands?” he says, looking at me with his ocean blue eyes. “Uh.. thanks. So do you.” “Marlena! Where are you? It’s your turn!” Victor yells. With knees that feel like Jello, I run to the baseline and start a new series.
When practice is finally over, I start a very long cool-down. I really need some time to cool off. One by one my team mates leave the lane and go inside the clubhouse. Except for John. He’s on the bench rummaging through his bag. When I pass by he looks up and smiles at me. “Shall I run with you?” I don’t know what to say. He doesn’t wait for an answer and he shows up right next to me. “Did you mean what you said when I touched your hand?” he asks very shyly. “That you liked it I mean?” After everything that has happened, I decide to be honest with him. “Yes I meant it. It felt very nice. Maybe that’s because I um… I’m in love with you.” I finally said it. Waiting for his reaction I look at him questioningly. A big smile appears on his face and he says, “Really? I’m in love with you too!”
For the first time since we’ve met, I’m feeling comfortable around him. We stop running and when John grabs my hand we stand still. He pulls me to the corner of the lane, so that they can’t see us in the clubhouse. Then what I’ve been dreaming about for so long happens… John kisses me. He’s caressing my face with his left hand, and with his right arm he pulls me to him. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you.” When his tongue touches mine, it feels so good. I feel his hand under my shirt, his fingers searching their way to my breasts. He stops the kiss and questioningly looks at me. “You have beautiful breasts….. Can I touch them?” I nod and close my eyes. I feel how John unclasps my sports- bra with one hand, and cups my breast with the other. Afraid to be discovered I say, “What do you say about finding a quiet spot? How ‘bout the storage-room?”
In the townhouse, that the club uses as a storage-room, it’s damp and dark. John clearly doesn’t want to waste any time. I’ve just entered the room and he has me pushed up against the wall. While he’s nipping at my earlobe he says, “I want you.” To show him I want him, I unbuckle his pants and let them drop. His boxers are around his ankles in no time too. I gently grab his stiff member. It feels exactly like it did in my dreams. I drop to my knees and let my mouth do it’s work. Softly my tongue swirls around… Then he pulls me up, and points towards a wheelbarrow filled with gravel. “Lay down on that?” he asks. Because I don’t want to ruin my white skirt, I remove it together with my thong in one swift movement. He looks pretty horny, as I lay naked before him. “You’re so beautiful” After he puts a condom on, he finally enters me. “Oh, mmmm,” I moan. He starts moving slowly at first, but now he’s moving faster. We never break eye contact. Neither when he says, “Oh, Marlena, I’m coomiiiing!” Right after that I reach my climax too. Just like in my dream.
With a long french kiss, our love-making ends. “I should have done this a long time ago,” John jokes. “Me too!” I say from the bottom of my heart. When we slowly make our way back to the clubhouse, he grabs my hand. “Pretty Lady, Marlena. Do you want to be my girlfriend?” I don’t have to think about how to answer that……
The End
The Jarlena Journal 