My coworker Jim had been playing racquetball weekly for about six months at his apartment complex, we had a standing reservation for the court every Thursday night from 7-9. The complex had a small “fitness center” that was comprised of two stationary bikes, two treadmills, one multi station exercise machine, a sauna, a spa, and the racquetball court. Occasionally we would have to ask other players to leave once our time rolled around but generally the fitness center was empty when we played.

Jim’s wife was out of town one week and so he asked me if I wanted to grab some pizza before racquetball. I phoned in an order and picked it up on my way to his apartment. We each had a couple pieces and a beer as we watched the Spurs beat the Suns in a western conference final playoff game and then walked over to the court to start our game with a six pack of beer in hand. After pizza and beer we weren’t very serious about our play, we were just going at half speed and joking around a lot.

About half an hour into our game two teen age girls walked into the fitness center from the pool area. Summer break had just started and they looked like they were enjoying it. They were both wearing bikinis and had absolutely perfect bodies. They were giggling and laughing as they got on the treadmills and played with the exercise equipment. They seemed to watch us play for a few minutes through the glass wall to the court and inside the court we did our best to not make it obvious that we were both staring at the girls as well.

After a few minutes we stopped for a water break and as we walked out of the court Jim started up a conversation with the girls. They asked us what the rules of racquetball were and Jim offered to teach them. One girl jumped up and said yes while the other looked a little reserved. They both walked into the court and Jim and I each handed our rackets to one of the girls and gave them a brief summary of the rules. Jim helped one serve and I stood back with the other. She flinched when the ball came toward her and missed it of course. I stood behind her and put my left hand on her waist and took her right hand in mine as I showed her how to swing at the ball. Speaking of balls, mine were absolutely aching at this point. Realizing that I didn’t even know her name yet I introduced myself and we then traded introductions. The girls names were Stacy and Michelle. They were both about 5’4″ I would guess and probably about 100lbs as well. Stacy had straight blond hair and Michelle had curlier light brown hair. Both girls looked to be about 14 with tight stomachs and asses with perky tits. Stacy’s tits were a little smaller, probably a B cup and Michelle was a full C.

We “played” racquetball for a few more minutes before the girls asked if they could have some of our beers. Jim and I looked at each other cautiously as if to ask each other if we should do this. I spoke up and said sure. Jim suggested we have them in the Sauna. We walked in and turned on the steam, the girls each took a beer and then leaned back to relax.