Love-Love: Part Two

April and Serena wait on the court for their tennis instructor. When Elizabeth arrives, April pauses. Then she sees the little breasts, the flat stomach, the way those shorts cut under tight cheeks. Any thought of keeping this two-player dies right there. Elizabeth lifts her racquet to show them the serve. Sun warms her pale skin, makes the peach fuzz on her arms catch the light. April watches the rise of those small tits when Elizabeth reaches up, and the way her ass flexes against the thin white skirt with each practice swing. Serena’s eyes track lower, slow. One quick glance between the two girls is all it takes. Neither says it out loud: they want to peel the skirt away, spread her open, and taste everything she has. April pictures her tongue sliding between soaked lips, Serena’s lips closing around one flushed nipple. The ball arcs. Elizabeth reaches. Her balance slips and she drops hard to one knee. April is already beside her, helping her up. “You okay?” she asks. Elizabeth nods, wincing, brushing grass from her thigh. “You should let us rub it out,” Serena offers, voice low and even. “April’s good at this. So am I.” Elizabeth hesitates for half a second. Then she straightens and gives a half-smile that’s equal parts shyness and curiosity. The three of them head for the locker-room bench. April’s fingers find the bare skin just above Elizabeth’s knee, warm and smooth. Serena’s hand settles higher. They know what they want now—those small tits in their mouths, that tight ass in their hands—and nothing else needs to be said.