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tennis club in a fantastic mood. Juan hadn’t been there, and Paul found himself paired up with a new member named John. John turned out to be Juan’s polar opposite. Paul spoke for so long, and in such great detail, about what it was like to play (and win!) with John, how great a tennis player John was, and how well he intuited Paul’s moves as his partner, that I wished I could meet this amazing John myself.
    Soon, I had the chance. Paul and John were supposed to be playing doubles against some really good players, champions in one league or another, who had beat all the other doubles teams at the club. It was the mini-match of the century, more or less. I went to the club to cheer Paul on, and, of course, to offer support if, or when, he lost. I knew that I could help him out just by being there.
    John immediately impressed me with his size. He wasn’t a whole lot taller than Paul, but his shoulders were much broader. He was maybe a touch over forty years old, with dark hair and dark eyes, tanned and muscular. He had long arms and legs, and triggered a feeling in me that was unfamiliar and incomprehensible. Before I knew it, I found myself wondering if his dick was longer than average, too. I blushed just thinking about it.
    The most surprising thing of all was that John and Paul won their match. It took three sets and a tiebreaker, but they won. After the match I ran up to Paul to congratulate him and give him a hug. He led me right over to meet John. “This is my wife, Emmy,” he announced.
    “Nice to meet you,” said John, extending one large hand to shake. He had the firm handshake of a strong, confident man. I looked him in the eye, and again felt that strange fluttering in my stomach. John released my hand, but he was still looking at me. I could feel his gaze physically, as if he were running a hand over my body.
    Later, at school, during lunch, I tried to find out from Diana what it means if you feel that way when you meet someone new for the first time. Diana’s eyes lit up immediately, and she wanted to know who had gotten under my skin that way.
    “You just wanted to sleep with him, because you liked him. And he probably liked you too. Most likely you’d be absolutely amazing together. But who was it? Do I know him?”
    I disappointed Diana by telling her that she didn’t know him, and that in fact I didn’t, either. He was just a random guy standing behind me in line for coffee. I lied, and I didn’t even blush. There was no way I could discuss something with Diana that I was afraid to tell Paul about. I tell him everything... But actually, lately, there hadn’t been that much to tell.
    Over the next month, Paul got to play several more matches with John. After one of them, they stopped for a drink and got to talking, and it turned out that John was a fairly big-time film producer. Paul couldn’t believe his luck. He was still slaving away on his screenplay about the athlete and the coach, and here, right under his nose, was a producer who might be able to provide Paul with some valuable insights and some good advice. Strangely enough, John agreed to help. And he invited both of us to his place for dinner. Paul must be a pretty good tennis player after all!
     
Chapter 5. John and Rachel
    As we pulled up to John’s house, I suddenly felt shy. I had never expected such an enormous, fancy home, even though Paul had warned me that he was a producer, and a successful one. 
    John opened the door for us himself. Again, just like the first time we met, his shoulders caught my eye first. No man’s shoulders had ever had such an effect on me before. They were so broad, and so muscular. It also occurred to me how great it would be to draw John naked. All his muscles would be visible… There I go again. Why do I start undressing him in my mind as soon as I catch sight of him? Honestly, this has never happened to me before.
    As we walked inside, the aroma of food reached out to meet us. I could smell