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  Forbidden Summer

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  Danielle is home from college for the summer and loves the idea of spending the entire time doing absolutely nothing.

  Shane has other plans for her. A playful game of tennis shows him how much talent Danielle really has. Not just on the court but off.

  They'll enter a forbidden romance that they many never come back from.

  Warning: Shane and Danielle's relationship might be too hot for some. Don't worry, you can thank me later.

  Forbidden Summer

  Chapter One

  “Danielle! Are you up yet?”

  My eyes were glued shut and took some work to get them open. I immediately needed to shield them from the blinding sun with my hand. I reached over on the nightstand next to my bed and checked my phone. I'd slept in until 11:00 AM.

  Not my finest hour.

  But it was much needed.

  College had been rough. I had early morning classes every day of the week. The only time I felt like I was able to catch up on sleep was during the summer.

  “If you're not up and out of bed in two minutes, I'm going to come up there and pour a bucket of cold water over you,” my mom yelled from downstairs.

  I knew she wasn't kidding because she'd done it before. Being shocked awake by cold water was not my idea of a pleasant morning.

  I jumped out of bed and lazily threw on a pink cotton robe. I groaned as I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. My mom sat at the dinner table in front of her laptop. “Good afternoon, Danielle.”

  I opened the fridge and drank straight from the orange juice carton. “Still before noon, Mom.”

  “You could accomplish a lot if you would just wake up a little earlier.”

  I rolled my eyes and put the half-empty carton back in the fridge. My mom was the definition of a workaholic. She worked at home because she said it saved more time not having to commute back and forth.

  I took out a box of cereal and ate it dry by the handful.

  My mom cocked her head at me. “You could also learn to cook.”

  “Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm doing all right. Really.”

  “Well I have a surprise for you.”

  This couldn't be good. Whenever my mom surprised me it was always something bad like introducing me to her new boyfriend. Or like when she told me that she was getting married to Shane.

  My mom closed her laptop and focused on me. “I want you to play tennis with Shane.”

  I gagged and vomited a little in my mouth. The thought of spending time with my stepdad alone was disgusting. “I've never even played tennis before.”

  “Listen Danielle. You don't have a summer job and you're just going to spend all your time sleeping. Plus I thought it was a good way for you two to bond together.”

  “First of all, I wasn't going to sleep the entire summer away. I was just catching up after all the sleep I lost during the semester. And secondly, I don't have any interest in tennis.”

  My mom stood up and grabbed both my hands. “Will you do this one thing for me? It's not going to kill you to spend an hour a day with Shane. If after five days, you aren't into it then you can stop.”

  There was no arguing with my mom when she acted so civil. She always knew how to get her way and it was never with her voice raised. She had the uncanny ability to convince you with emotion and bargains.

  I gripped her hands back. “Okay, I'll play with Shane. But I'll tell you now that I sucked whenever we played tennis in P.E.”

  “I wouldn't worry about that. Shane will play easy with you. Just give him a chance.”

  “I already said yes. You don't need to convince me anymore.”

  My mom let go of my hands. “Then you better get ready because he'll be waiting for you in a couple hours.”

  She knew I was going to agree to her demands all along. She and Shane probably planned to do this months ago.

  “That's not very fair, Mom. What if I had plans today? You didn't give me any time to prepare.”

  “Oh come on, Danielle. We both know you had nothing planned today.”

  That wasn't entirely true. I had wanted to curl up in bed and dig into a mystery novel that I was still in the middle of. Spending the whole day doing only that was my idea of relaxing.

  I put my hands up in surrender. “Fine, I'm going up to take a shower and get changed.”

  “You know where he plays right?”

  I shook my head.

  My mom nudged me in the shoulder. “At the courts at your old high school.”

  “Sounds like a fun trip down memory lane,” I replied sarcastically.

  I left my mom and began the daunting task of choosing an outfit to wear. I didn't have much in the way of sports attire. That wasn't really my thing.

  A baggy white shirt and sweatpants seemed like the most comfy choice. I didn't want a bunch of tight clothes restricting my movements.

  After my shower I didn't even bother combing my hair. A ponytail of wet hair would suffice. I only lightly touched up my makeup before saying goodbye to my mom and driving off to my old school.

  Chapter Two

  John Adams High was a lot different from what I remembered. New buildings had been constructed and a parking garage took up one of the old lots. The memory of driving around looking for an empty parking spot was seared in my brain. It was one of the many reasons I'd show up to class late.

  I parked my Ford Focus in one of the stalls marked: Teacher. School wasn't in session so it shouldn't matter much.

  I walked through the empty halls of my old school and reminisced about the good old days. The more I thought about it the more I realized that they weren't very good.

  I didn't have many friends, never went a dance, and never had a boyfriend. One-night stands were about all I was used to.

  Now don't get me wrong, there were plenty of guys that were interested in me. I knew that my looks were above average but I never felt that need to have a boyfriend. It made me seem crazy to other girls but there wasn't a way to change that.

  I assumed it was from all the stress from school and once I graduated from college and got a job then maybe I could focus on that aspect of my life.

  Until then, love would be put on the back burner.

  I found my old blue locker next to the science classrooms. My first name was still etched into it along with all the rest of the owners. I tried my locker combo on the lock and it wouldn't budge.

  It was stupid of me to think that it was still mine after graduating three years ago. This was someone else's locker now.

  To get to the tennis courts you would have to go through the gym. I walked onto the basketball courts and remembered all the physical education classes we would have to take in here. I never went to a rally or one of the basketball games so the gym only represented pain and humiliation to me.

  One embarrassing moment that I could never forget happened right here on this court. It still made me cringe whenever I thought about it. And the stupid part was that it wasn't even that bad but girls laughed at it me for so long afterwards.

  It happened after we had all changed into our gym clothes. The outfit was a gray shirt with the logo of our mascot: the Stallion and black tiny shorts. So I was on my period and changed my tampon right before going into the gym.

  What I had failed to realize was that the tampon wrapper was stuck to my ass on my shorts. Girls snickered and laughed as we worked out and I had no idea w
hat was going on. Nobody pointed out what was stuck to my butt. They just continued to laugh.

  The guys didn't really understand what it was so they didn't join in until word spread that it was a tampon wrapper.

  My face was so many shades of red because I didn't even know why they were all laughing at me. I checked myself out and found the wrapper attached to my backside. I was so furious and didn't know what to do so I stormed off and into the locker room even though the teacher was yelling at me to stay.

  Students called me the most stupid names for the rest of the year. Some of the names didn't even have to do with tampons or periods.

  Girls can be really cruel to each other sometimes.

  I didn't want to remember anything more and left the gym. The blacktop outside was already warm from the beaming sun up above. I had to shield my eyes to see where the tennis courts were.

  All the courts were empty save for one.

  Through the green fences I could see Shane practicing his serve. I'd never seen him in action before and it was actually a little impressive. I'd always known he played tennis but it never clicked in my head that he was actually any good.

  I watched him for a few moments and entered the courts. “Hey Shane.”

  Shane was in the middle of throwing the tennis ball up in the air when he saw me. The ball fell the ground without him touching it and he smiled. “Are you ready to play?”

  Chapter Three

  Shane was wearing a white polo shirt and red shorts. They were a little too short and showed off a lot of his legs which I thought was a little silly.

  The other funny part was the white headband that covered his short black hair. It grossed me out a little to imagine it full of sweat.

  Even though the outfit was funny in pieces, all of it together made him look like a professional tennis player.

  “Have any trouble finding the courts?” he asked, bending over and grabbing a water bottle off the ground.

  “Did you forget that I went to high school here?” I replied.

  “Of course. I remember your mom telling me that.” He took a sip of water and set the bottle back down. “Before we start, tell me how much experience you have at tennis.”

  I shrugged. “None.”

  Shane slowly nodded. “Then we'll have to start easy at first.”

  “You know we don't really have to do this.”

  “What do you mean?” Shane replied.

  “I know my mom is making us play tennis as some sort of bonding experience. I can go right now and we can both say that I did it.”

  Shane handed me a tennis racket. “You're not getting out of this so easily.”

  I wanted to hit him across the face with the racket. My mom and stepdad were teaming up to make my life a living hell.

  Shane pointed to a white line on the green court. “Why don't you go stand over there and I'll be on the other side of the net.” He grabbed a few tennis balls and ran to his side of the court.

  I took my position on the white line he indicated until we were in line with each other. “What do I do now?” I asked.

  “I just want to get a feeling for how you play. I'll hit the ball to you and just do whatever feels natural to you.”

  I nodded and tried to remember the times I'd seen tennis players actually play. Shane bounced the neon green ball in front of him and smacked it over the net.

  It was almost too fast for my eyes to comprehend. I swung the racket as hard as I could but completely missed. The ball bounced behind me into the fence. I wasn't very surprised. I'd never been good at sports and whiffing on the ball was a given.

  “Good effort,” Shane said. “Let's try one more. This time focus on the ball and keep your eyes on it the entire time.”

  I nodded and took what I believed to be a tennis stance with my knees bent. Shane hit the ball like before and I swung exactly like last time. Except this time I connected with the ball and it went sailing over Shane's head and over the fence.

  “You did much better that time. If we were playing baseball you would've hit a home run.”

  I had barely played at all and sweat was already beginning to accumulate on my back. Wearing sweatpants might not of been the best decision.

  Shane ran around to my side of the net. “I'm going to show you how to swing the racket correctly. Trust me it will be very easy.”

  He approached me from behind and put his hands on me. I wanted to throw up at first. The thought of my stepdad's hands on me was disgusting. He positioned my body until it was straight on with the net in the middle of the court. The more he touched me the more I warmed up to it. His touch was firm and confident. He didn't hesitate when he felt my arms or my hips.

  Shane helped me with my grip on my racket. “Use both hands at first,” he began. “If the ball is coming to your right side. Separate your hands and swing with just your right.” He pressed his body against me from behind and took control of my hands. “Like this.”

  Sweat began to form on my forehead. The feeling of this man so close to me was awakening a desire within me I never knew I had. I could feel the front of his shorts just barely touching my ass. All I needed to do what back up an inch and I'd probably feel his hard cock against me.

  He separated my hands and swung the racket with my right. He repeated the motion a few times until I could do it myself.

  “Now when the ball comes to your left, you're going to perform a backhand. You'll keep both hands on the racket as you swing.” Shane guided me. “Twist your body at your waist and not at your feet.”

  I wanted him to be behind me all day, showing me various tennis moves. I couldn't believe the insane rate that my feelings were developing for my stepdad. I wanted to vomit at the thought of him just a few hours ago.

  And now I wanted him naked on top of me, pumping that big cock of his in and out. My mind was so dirty and it made me blush. I almost forget to pay attention to what Shane was telling me.

  Shane backed away from me. “It will take a lot of practice so don't get discouraged if you don't figure it out immediately. Now are you ready to try it out by yourself?”

  “Can you show me that backhand one more time?” I asked with a sly smile.

  “Of course.” Shane resumed his position behind me and held my arms. His touch gave me goosebumps.

  I bent down just a little and pushed my ass backwards. I met Shane's shorts and felt his hardness against my sweatpants. He felt so good against me.

  Shane immediately backed away and acted like nothing happened. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of his boner in his tight shorts.

  “Let's try a few practice shots,” he said.

  Chapter Four

  With each swing, I got better and better. I worked on my control and after a hundred balls or so, I was actually able to keep it in the court.

  “That should be good enough for today,” Shane announced.

  I was completely exhausted. My clothes were soaked with sweat. I now knew the reason for the headband.

  But I was ready to train with him all day if that meant more time with Shane.

  “Did you bring water?” he asked me.

  I shook my head. Shane tossed me his water bottle. I took a sip and imagined his lips touching mine. I handed the bottle back to him and wiped my mouth. “Thank you.”

  “You learned a lot today. Shall we do it at the same time tomorrow?” Shane asked.

  “Sounds good to me. I'll see you at home for dinner then.”

  My mom had won. After one day, I was ready to play tennis for the rest of my life as long as that meant spending alone time with Shane.

  I drove back home with the biggest smile on my face. I'd never felt so excited before. I'd never been touched by a man like that.

  “How was it?” my mom asked as I entered the kitchen. She was still sitting behind her laptop and most likely hadn't moved all day.

  I tried to play it cool. “It went okay. I don't know if I really like it yet.”

  “Ju
st remember our promise. Give it a few more days and if it doesn't work out, then you can quit.”

  “Don't worry, Mom, I'll give it a try. I'm going to go take a shower to wash away this gross feeling.”

  “Be ready for dinner in couple hours,” my mom replied.