I Played Tennis In A Pink Chemise

by Nanette (32-C-6)

When I was in college, I was an excellent tennis player, and entered into a number of tournaments. Despite my slim physique, I won several local championships, and went on to take the men's sin- gles in the state tournament. Many people urged me to enter the men s national tournament at Forest Hills. But, as you will see, never did. As I look back, I think that I might have had a good chance of winning in the men s national tennis competition. How- ever, I have no regrets about having passed up this opportunity.

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It all began when I entered the intercollegiate mixed doubles tournament with Helen Fitch. She was the prettiest brunette I've ever seen. I still have some photographs of her at that age. She had hazel eyes, a pert nose, and was almost as tall as I was. Helen had a fairly good game of tennis. There were some better fe- male players around, but one day, in the jostling crowd leaving Geology class, she was somehow pushed against me. Her warm, soft body rested against my side for a moment, and our hands accidently touched.

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"Oh, excuse me, she said. She smiled at me for a moment. Then we were out in the hall, and she walked away, her yellow skirt and white ruffled blouse disappearing down the hall. The click of her heels and the scent of her perfume lingered in my senses long afterwards.

Several days later we met at the tennis courts, and we played. She had a good, steady game, and I enjoyed the set. Afterwards she said, "Walk me home?" It was heavenly escorting her back to where she lived.

From then on we met every afternoon to play tennis. She us- ually wore a pleated white skirt which came over her knees. Her pink bra showed through from underneath her blouse. I couldn't help staring, but she didn't mind; in fact, she seemed to enjoy my attention. Once, on a difficult shot, when she had to run to re- turn the ball on her backhand, I caught a glimpse of the tantaliz- ing lace of her panties. From then on, I often deliberately made her chase the ball on her backhand. I probably lost a lot of

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