Anyone for tennis

Anyone for Tennis.

Tom looked at Jane and smiled. He had known her for over seven years
and they had become close friends during their time together at
Accuprint where Tom was a graphic artist and Jane was a photographer.
They had recently started sharing a flat together in town and were
getting on really well.
'Its a beautiful day for it', said Tom.
'Does the weather make any difference', she replied.
'Well if it was raining there would be no real point' smaned
Tom.

'Well are you going to go ahead with this or not' said Jane as she
stared into Tom's eyes.
'Okay, okay', replied Tom as he removed his jumper and then
paused.
He looked at Jane. Even thought he knew her quite well after all these
years he wasn't sure if he was ready to do this. Although their
relationship had always been based on friendship he had started to grow
fond of her in a loving way since they had become flat mates. He liked
the way the sun was now catching in her strawberry blond hair. She had
an oval face with azure eyes, a pert nose and a petite mouth which
regularly broke into the most beautiful smile. He wondered why it had
taken him so long to notice just how attractive she was. Jane stared
back at Tom, trying to ascertain his thoughts. 'He's crazy', she
thought to herself. 'I guess he always was a little eccentric. That's
probably what I like about him, he puts electricity into the word
life'.
Tom was slightly tubby as was becoming many men in their late twenties
who like good living and don't do a lot of physical work. He had a
round face with big brown eyes protected by thick dark eyelashes. His
brown hair had started to recede slightly which added to an overall
rather avuncular demeamour which to Jane made Tom seem a little cute
and lovable.
'I wonder if his receding hair line is indicative of strong sexual
urges, she thought'. She had read somewhere that men who lose their
hair early can do so as a result of having high levels of testosterone
in their system which also indicates that they may be sexually
overactive. Jane had only ever been friends with Tom, but since she had
broken up with James four months ago she was starting to see Tom in a
different light, especially as she hadn't make love in that period.
'God, I'm, becoming a horny little pervert' she exclaimed in her mind
laughing at herself.
'I can see your enjoying this', grumbled Tom.
'Oh yeah, course I am, come on then lets see what your made of,' she
giggled.
Tom at this stage was getting a little red around the gills.
'Okay, okay', said Tom as he kicked off his shoes and socks and started
to unbuckle his trousers, this was going to be much tougher than he
imagined, why did I place that stupid bet with Philip.
'Nice legs', said Jane as tom tucked his pants quickly under his
seat.
'Oh yeah, I'm a regular stud', he retorted as he glanced nervously at
the couple beside him.
'It would be nicer if we were completely alone,' said Tom.
'Oh is that an invitation,' came the sharp reply.
They locked eyes for a minute and Tom continued by undressing down to
his boxer shorts. He was starting to feel extremely
uncomfortable.
'Would it be any easier if I did the same', coaxed Jane.
Tom didn't reply but locked eyes with her again, feeling a little lump
in his throat and at a loss for words. This had become a bigger
challenge that he had imagined because he was now extremely conscious
of how he would be perceived by Jane. "Why hadn't it mattered before,
and how has it taken me so long to notice how attractive she is', he
groaned mentally.

'Come on, lets see the little monster', she chided.
'Now if your going to be like that, the bets off,' retorted Tom a
little gruffly.
She softened him with her dazzling smile and replied, 'you don't have
to do it if you don't want to'.
'Yea but think of all the stick I'll get back at the office', replied
Tom.
'Okay, well then you may as well get it over with', she said
compassionately.
Toms eyes brightened, 'make you a deal he said'.
'What', she replied expectantly.
'When I do this can I take you to the pictures on Saturday
night'.
'I'd love to'.
They held eyes for another fraction of a second and with that Tom
whipped of his boxer shorts and in a flash, to the sound of hoots and
hollers, had jumped the hoarding and was racing towards the net.
Sampras, about to serve stopped immediately with a look of incredulity
etched on his face. Agassi could only smile as the stranger jumped the
net in one go completing his bet and heading for the cover of the
exit.
Jane could only laugh wholeheartedly at first, and then smiled to
herself a little wickedly at the sight of Tom's bobbling buttocks as he
was snared by a few security men at the exit.