The Side Project
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Chapter 7: Reed - Intense Encounters
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Reed - Intense Encounters - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? A collaborative writing project written from multiple character perspectives.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Safe Sex Slow Illustrated
Author’s Note: The heavily foreshadowed infidelity does come to pass in this chapter. If that’s not your thing but you’d like to follow the story simply skip the third scene.
I almost groaned when I greeted Kyle and Lexi at my door on Sunday morning. They were both grinning like idiots.
“You two fucked already this morning, didn’t you?” I asked.
“A gentleman never asks,” Ky said.
“And a lady never tells,” Lexi said. The pair of them devolved into giggles.
“If you two start quoting Super Troopers I will murder both of you and go play Katrina in singles,” I threatened. The pair of them were unchastened and resumed their giggling. When they were acting this zany, especially this early in the morning, I knew to be on alert for something ridiculous. Kyle had always been a pot stirrer, and he had only gotten worse with Lexi in the picture. The pair of them, in this mood, were trouble personified.
“We did some research on the googles and supposedly sex before an athletic event improves performance,” Kyle said, affecting a redneck accent.
“Maybe I should have brought Ashley around for a second rendezvous,” I told them, a bit smugly. She was willing, based on the enthusiastic text she had sent me after our slightly awkward parting, but I’d wanted the Saturday night to myself. Ashley had been fun enough, but I was getting some weird vibes from her, even if I felt drawn to her good looks. When I had more time, maybe I’d give her a second go-around to try to loosen up what I perceived as her sexual shyness.
Over the course of Saturday evening, the idea of fucking Jimbo’s hot wife, Katrina, had started to fill my mind. I struggled to focus on anything else. I had blown through two bottles of wine and considered texting Natalie for another hookup to distract myself. I managed just enough discipline that I had gone to bed early enough that I was not hungover.
Eager to get on with things, I grabbed my tennis bag and water bottle and offered to drive, which Kyle and Lexi were fine with.
The club where I had been taking lessons was nowhere near as fancy as the one the Jimbo and Katrina were members of, but was still nice enough. The lady at the front desk knew me and I stopped by to say hi and see what court we were on. Once we had a court assigned, Kyle and Lexi decided to go start warming up while I waited for Katrina in the lobby. Their silly banter had started to die down as we got closer to the club. I knew Lexi was every bit as competitive as Kyle was. I did not know what her skill level was like, but I knew they would take the match seriously.
I was not actually sure if that was a good or bad thing. Basic pride meant I wanted to win, but the real prize was Katrina. If things went the way I hoped with her, I really didn’t care about winning. The flip side of that was, if we lost limply to Kyle and Lexi because I played poorly or was distracted, I could see that potentially being a turn off for her. I would have to feel things out.
I smiled when I saw Katrina walk through the front entrance and she smiled back. She was stunning. She wore the same white tennis shoes as she had for our previous two matches that week, but without the same dress code restrictions she’d gone for a pair of tight navy blue tennis shorts that really showed off her legs. I loved tennis skirts, but the spandex shorts highlighted her attractiveness in a different way. She wore a light warmup jacket to counter the chill November air. Her hair was braided instead of in a ponytail.
“Hey, you! I’m excited to be on your side of the net today, maybe I can break my 0 for streak this week,” Katrina said as she approached me.
“I’ll certainly do my best,” I replied. She hugged me, holding it a beat longer than typical for a totally platonic hug. A good first sign. She did seem to really want to win though. It made sense, she had pride too and was 0-2 so far this week.
“So any secret weaknesses of Kyle you can share with me now that I’m on your team?” Katrina asked.
“Honestly, not really, he’s pretty good all around, as you’ve seen. He doesn’t go for huge winners as you know, just plays consistently and hard. I’m thinking maybe with us playing on a hard surface today that might help us because it’s faster than clay,” I explained.
“Do you think we can get him frustrated, reverse what you guys did to my husband last Sunday? Sort of use his competitiveness against him.”
“Possibly, but I wouldn’t count on it. Certainly not going to get a meltdown out of him like we did from Jimbo. He’s pretty even keeled,” I said.
“I still can’t believe he smashed a fucking racquet on the court, guy has fucking anger issues,” Katrina said in an exasperated tone. I was excited she was already bringing up her frustrations with Jimbo.
“I mean you should hear him at work. I suppose it’s part of what makes him successful, but Christ it’s stressful,” I admitted, and gleefully thought about how I would never have to deal with Jimbo’s shit again.
“Oh, I can imagine. I’ve heard him being harsh on plenty of after hours calls. Honestly, that he speaks highly of you is really impressive. You’re one of like two people at the firm he actually respects,” Katrina said. That made me feel nice. I had been debating exactly how dramatic to make my resignation on Monday; shoving it in Jimbo’s face that one of the few associates he thought was on his side actually hated his guts was extremely tempting.
“I really appreciate that, I do my best to keep my head down and work hard,” I told Katrina. I could barely keep a grin off my face knowing what was coming the following day.
“Anyways, know anything about our other opponent?” Katrina asked, re-focusing attention on the upcoming matchup.
“I know her well, she’s been functionally dating Ky for like two years and change, but they’re weird about labels. She plays on his soccer team and to hear them tell it she’s pretty good, so I assume she’s pretty athletic, no idea about her tennis experience.”
“Oh my gosh, she’s tiny!” Katrina exclaimed when we rounded the corner to the court where we were playing and she caught sight of Lexi. I joked about Lexi’s small stature along with Kyle all the time, but she had such a big personality I didn’t really think of her that way.
“I wouldn’t judge her by her size, she’s every bit as competitive as Kyle is from what I’ve seen, and you saw how bad he is this week. I would bet they spent several hours practicing yesterday,” I warned.
“She doesn’t look like she has much experience,” Katrina observed. I had to agree. Lexi had been wearing a sweatshirt in the car, but now that she had taken it off while warming up she was wearing a soccer jersey that looked two sizes too big - it was probably just the smallest one her league offered. Coupled with the running shorts she was wearing she did not look like a tennis player. Her racquet also seemed dated and the grip tape was worn.
Based on the few shots we saw before Lexi and Kyle noticed our entry, she was a beginner at best. I was surprised Kyle had not equipped her with a more modern racquet - unlike him she clearly could not claim familiarity from her younger days would help. Perhaps this would not be much of a match after all. I briefly worried this would not be challenging enough for Katrina. I hoped Kyle would not put me in that position.
“Hey Katrina, how are you?” Kyle called and jogged over once he saw us enter the court to shake hands.
“Good, excited to see if I can finally get your number now that I’ve stolen your partner,” Katrina said.
“Ha, you can have him. This is my associate Lexi,” Kyle said. I rolled my eyes. Their aversion to labels was ridiculous.
“Great to meet you Katrina, I’m excited to finally get in on one of these matches Ky’s been telling me about all week,” Lexi said and shook Katrina’s hand.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Katrina said. She carried her bag to the unoccupied bench and got out her racquet. I followed her. The first match we had played, we had occupied benches on opposite sides of the court. Slightly more adversarial. For the game on Wednesday the four of us had shared a bench and chatted during the changeovers - friendlier. Katrina electing not to share a bench with Lexi and Kyle was a clear sign to me: she wanted to win.
Based on our warmup, it seemed like we had a very good chance. Kyle seemed a little off and Lexi was a mess, barely able to return easy shots. If I had to guess, she had probably only played casual pickup tennis before.
Kyle called a halt to the warmup after only a few minutes, and suggested we start. I got the sense he knew he was in for a drubbing with Lexi’s lack of skill and wanted to get it over with.
Katrina walked over to the bench and removed her warmup jacket. The top she had on underneath was devastatingly attractive, especially paired with her tight low-rise shorts. It was cropped, so her toned stomach was on full display. The pale yellow spandex seemed painted on and barely contained her bust. I had to exercise maximum discipline not to stare at the sight. I noticed Kyle and Lexi reacted similarly.
“It’s great not to have the silly dress code rules like at the other club. I never get to wear my cute tennis clothes there,” Katrina said. There was a glint in her eye, I suspected she knew exactly how hot she looked. That didn’t make it any easier to look away.
Following tradition, since I was the host I offered to let Kyle and Lexi serve first. Kyle eagerly took the ball. His ground stroke game may have been a little off based on the warmup, but his serve was just fine. Between Katrina and me, we only got one weak return back, which Kyle hammered past us with an overhead smash. He whooped and high fived with Lexi, who beamed at him. A little more celebration was also acceptable in this less formal atmosphere. I was starting to get a sense of how good a player Kyle probably was when he was younger.
“Ok, so he’s fired up,” Katrina observed as we switched sides.
“Yeah, just a little. Still, it’s not like he can hit every shot,” I pointed out.
“He seems determined to try,” Katrina said, dryly.
“He’s good, but he can only cover so much ground. We’re serving now, we have more control. Do you want to serve first?” I offered.
“I think yours is a little more powerful, you feeling it today?” Katrina asked.
“Ready to rock,” I said and took the offered balls confidently.
I was a little annoyed at Kyle, some of my own competitive drive creeping in. My first serve to him was an absolute beauty, one of the cleanest I had ever hit, and perfectly placed. He barely even got a touch, much less returned it. Katrina gave me a thumbs up.
‘Take that, bitch,’ I thought to myself.
I dialed my first serve to Lexi back a little, I figured a 90% serve to her would be more than enough. She totally mishit the return, but somehow lucked in to hitting a little backspin return cross court that neither Katrina or I could get to.
I faulted on my first serve back to Kyle. He attacked my weaker second serve and ripped it right at a surprised Katrina. She barely was able to avoid getting hit in the midsection by the ball, much less return it. The guy was taking no prisoners today. I wondered what was up. I didn’t think he had anything to prove to Lexi.
My serve to Lexi completely tied up the smaller girl, yet somehow she managed to lift a shot over Katrina and I had to sprint over to cover and get it back. My lob didn’t have enough depth and Kyle gleefully smashed it past us. He turned to Lexi, yelled “hell yeah Lex” and grabbed her in a one armed hug that briefly lifted the petite girl off the ground. She laughed happily. I wondered if these two were this annoying when they played soccer. I imagined other teams must hate them.
I let the frustration get the better of me and double faulted to lose my service game.
“All good,” Katrina reassured me. “We got this.” I figured she was right, I could not imagine Lexi had a very strong serve.
I was right, but Lexi’s serve was very accurate. It wasn’t hard to return, but it was hard to hit powerful, attacking return shots. Kyle was poaching aggressively, almost acting as if he was playing singles at the net. When we successfully lobbed him Lexi just loped over and lobbed us right back, then got to the net to cover what Kyle couldn’t. We lost a third game in a row.
Kyle gave me a shit-eating grin during the changeover. “Those fuckers were totally sandbagging,” I said vehemently to Katrina as we grabbed a drink of water.
“Yeah, sneaky little shits, that Lexi girl is way better than she’s letting on. It would seem we have a game on our hands, my friend.”
“Yeah, and already three games in the hole,” I bemoaned.
Katrina’s service game was more competitive, but Lexi was done trying to sandbag us. She hit a perfectly placed passing shot past me when I cheated to the middle at deuce, then Kyle ripped a cross court forehand just out of Katrina’s reach to win the game. Cue more high fives and preening from Kyle and Lexi. They were having way too much fun.
After another dominant service game from Kyle it was 5-0 at the next changeover. Katrina sat on the bench despondently.
“We’re not this bad are we?” she asked.
“No, we’re just off our game because they tricked us into taking it easy because we underestimate Lexi. They’re such little troublemakers. I swear, I have never seen a couple that leaves a wake of destruction like those two. Not like, in a bad way, just ... they stir the pot like it’s their job,” I explained.
Katrina laughed. “They sound like fun friends.”
“Normally they are, but right now they’re on my shit list. Let’s see if we can at least make this respectable,” I said.
I served one of the best games of my life and we were able to get on the board. Katrina cheered loudly after each point and we high fived. I think she was trying to match Kyle and Lexi’s obnoxious energy. Whatever her reasoning, her energy was rubbing off on me. I liked the feeling of closeness and teamwork. For the first time I felt a pull that went beyond base sexual urges: I wanted to win.
Unfortunately, Lexi delivered another infuriatingly precise service game. It was back and forth and we went through three deuces, but then I made an unforced error and the next point Lexi hit a clever little drop shot just out of reach of Katrina and me. We did have to pull up abruptly and stumbled into an awkward on court hug to avoid crashing into each other. Maybe the set wasn’t a complete loss.
“Ok, clean slate, they caught us flat footed. Fair play, we should have known better. Second set is ours,” I stated once I sat down next to Katrina.
“Fuck yes. I am not going down like this!” Katrina said.
I saw Lexi and Kyle sitting on the bench across from us laughing and joking. Katrina and I agreed it was time to give them a taste of their own medicine.
Katrina got us started with an excellent first serve. Kyle couldn’t get a very good return on it and I smashed the volley at Lexi’s feet, giving her no chance. I pumped my fist and yelled - in my mind, the no mercy tour was underway.
It was a dogfight. Katrina and I may have had more skill and more power, but Kyle and Lexi fought like wild animals for every point. Several rallies went longer than 20 shots with Kyle and Lexi scrambling all over the court. Katrina and I started to find our groove as teammates. We covered for each other and helped keep the other from getting frustrated when it seemed like there was nothing we could do to finish a point off. Eventually we won the set 7-5, but it had been a battle. All four of us were sweating profusely despite the mild November temperature. The infamous Houston humidity was not helping.
“I have not been playing tennis for long, but that was some of the highest level shit I think I have ever been part of,” I said to Katrina as we sat on our bench, downing water and wiping away sweat with towels.
“Yeah, this is intense. Those two don’t let anything come easy. Holy shit is it fun though. You don’t get raw, intense matches like this at my fancy club, I’m fucking loving it,” Katrina said.
“That’s awesome, glad you’re enjoying it,” I said, and actually meant it. I had originally taken up tennis just to have an in with Jimbo. I was starting to feel the appeal of it as a leisure activity.
“It’s nice having a partner who knows to turn up the intensity with me when the match gets tight. And who doesn’t try to steal every 50-50 even though my forehand is clearly better than his backhand,” Katrina said, a touch of bitterness creeping into her tone.
I laughed. “Will you hate me if I told you last Sunday at one point Kyle and I were intentionally hitting shots down the middle to watch Jimbo hit shitty backhands when your forehand would have been a way better option?”
“Hate you? No. But I think you’re a little bit more of a troublemaker than you’re admitting too, Mr. McLane,” Katrina said, giving me a playful look.
“I blame Ky. Speaking of, let’s see what these two want,” I nodded towards Kyle and Lexi who were approaching our bench.
“What’s up dirty dogs?” I called as the pair approached. “Guess that’s it for your sandbagging. It stank like ass, but I’ll sure miss it.” They both laughed at my reference. They were not the only ones who could quote Super Troopers.
“Oh my gosh, I have not seen that movie since college!” Katrina said.
“Ugh, you should have heard these two when they showed up at my door this morning,” I said to Katrina, barely containing my own laughter. “Alright so what do you two want?”
“Just wanted to see if y’all wanted to play best of five,” Kyle drawled. Kyle didn’t drawl. I was immediately suspicious.
“And why would you want to do that?” I asked.
“Just thought that was a really fun set, wouldn’t mind a couple more,” Lexi chimed in.
“Says the girl who was pretending she didn’t know how to play,” I noted.
“You made observations and assumptions. Emphasis on ‘ass’,” Lexi retorted.
Katrina laughed. “Jesus, are these two always like this?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” I confirmed.
“You have fun friends, Reed. That reflects well on you,” Katrina said warmly.
“They might be fun, but I’m sure there’s an ulterior motive. Let’s make the third set the battle royale,” I suggested. “Winner take all.”
“Oh it’s obvious - they want to extend the match because they think they can outlast us,” Katrina said.
“Whomp whomp, busted,” Kyle admitted.
“Nobody outlasts me,” I told Katrina. She chuckled at my double entendre.
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