Commit to be Fit [Kenadie]

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» "So you don't know how?" She grinned a little. Maybe it was a tad wrong to downplay a guy's ability to play with his junk, but this guy, whatever his name was, seemed to be able to take it. She wasn't actually insulting his sexuality or anything of that nature; it was all in good fun. Which brought her to the realization that they were sitting there, talking about balls- and it was anyone's guess whether they were actually talking about male reproductive organs or tennis balls- and had no idea who each other was, except for occupations and other random small details. Oh well, she decided- she could ask him later, if she didn't scare him off by making one too many innuendos. Or killing him.

» She almost laughed aloud. ”That’s total crap and you know it.” At least, she thought so. She hadn’t gathered by anything he said that he liked tennis, and certainly not enough to play on his own. She wasn’t even sure why he’d come this time; also pretty sure he wasn’t actually stalking her. Change of scenery, maybe? And when he confirmed he hadn’t really played before: ”Ha.” She was no expert, by any means; nowhere close to Sharapova and all them. But she had played on her high school team for a few years, so it wasn’t like she was a total novice.

» Her teaching offer? Well, of course she meant she was willing to teach him a few small things, the basic swings and such so he wouldn’t totally get his ass kicked- though unless he was a fast learner, she would kill him (metaphorically, of course.) But, why stop with the- what was it, flirting? Come-ons?- now? Stepping past him to go to the other side of the court, as if he couldn’t handle going there himself, she leaned over to half-whisper something to him: ”I wasn’t talking about tennis.” And then, smirking a little at his question on Sharapova, she added: ”I don’t know about the bedroom habits of some professional tennis player, sorry.” She knew damn well what he meant, but they- or at least she- was having way too much fun.

» Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it… They weren’t words that often crossed Kenadie’s mind, since she usually just said whatever she wanted and to hell with the consequences. And considering the line of conversation the two seemed to be pursuing, the words she was trying not to say wouldn’t seem all that out of place. But would it be crossing the line? Would he think she was a total slut for saying it? She opened her mouth to say something else- something completely different- but, in true Kenadie fashion, the absolute wrong words fell out: ”You’d look better naked!” She called across the court. Her first instinct was to try and cover it up, pretend it was just a minor slip-up and distract him by saying something else. But, then she decided to just go along with it. Sort of. ”I win, you strip!” Without warning, she tossed the ball in the air and hit it with her racquet ass hard as she could, aiming at Andrew.

[Andrew Saxon II]

Andrew knew very well what this whole conversation meant beneath the carefully selected words both parties were picking to use. It was this sort of sarcasm and innuendos that were responsible for making Andrew hooked on the idea of seeing where such a situation would become a prelude to. He wasn’t as daft as some believe when it became to conversations. Still, some just stayed oblivious to how not clueless the young man was. It was there loss at forgoing the experience of understanding.

And here was Mr. Saxon, enjoying the company with a lady friend, whom both have yet to learn the names of the other, were trading off as much playful banter as they could. As if they were competing on how risqué the conversation could be pushed until it finally crossed the line to becoming blatant. Andrew didn’t mind if he were to lose such a competition, as the game seemed quite enjoyable than the prize of bragging rights. Unless of course the prize was something else, which Andrew certainly hoped for instead.

“You mean, we’re not talking about tennis?” Andrew asked with a sly smirk at her and gave off a half assed pretend to be deeply thinking about such a statement. He was right on par with Kenadie. Yet, that was the mistake he took, as he wasn’t ready for the next events that came in quick secession.

The mention of his naked form and challenge to a game of strip tennis was definitely caught off guard. He figured it would be a few more calculated comments each before the blatant talk had arrived, but here it was knocking on the front door ready to make an entrance. Andrew wasn’t prepared with a come back for that and was caught racking his mind while Kenadie served the tennis ball at him. The yellow fur ball was aimed directly at Andrew, and he wasn’t planning on getting hurt any time soon by what appeared to be quite the strong serve. Andrew ducked as the ball bounced in front of him and nearly missed him as it passed over head and behind him over the base line until it came to a forced stop into the fence, bouncing lifelessly on the ground. Andrew stood up straight looking behind him, making sure he wasn’t seeing things, and assured himself that a yellow tennis ball did in fact fly at him in bruising speeds. He smirked as he turned back to Kenadie and shook his head in disbelief with a relaxed chuckle.

“I see how it is. You really want to see it then,” Andrew said confidently as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and throwing it on the doubles side line of the court. His body was still kept in shape since he left high school. He was sure to do that. And he certainly was not bashful on showing skin. He was use to it since he practically swam naked with what little a speedo did cover. Not to mention the care free attitude Andrew, and countless other teammates of his possessed as they would desk change next to the pool with a towel around there waist, not wanting to have to go all the way to the locker room to change.

“Now, that we have gotten that out of the way for your pleasure,” Andrew said suggestively. He walked over to the tennis ball and picked it up and walked to the base line and prepared to attempt to serve the tennis ball for the first time ever. He tossed the ball up and quickly struck the ball down not sure how to control his form or how to properly hit the ball, it luckily made it over the net, partly due to his strength put into hitting the ball, but completely faulted.

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

» Kenadie always said crazy things, asked people to do crazy things, or suggested crazy activities. It was just something she always did, and had a tendency to forget that, when she was around people- like Andrew- that she didn't know well, they wouldn't know that she was just being a goof. Not to say she wasn't completely not-serious about it, because she would love to see half the things she said done, she had just gotten used to people giving her weird looks and, at that point, disregarding anything else she might say. So, when Andrew took his shirt off, Kenadie clamped one hand over her mouth and giggled. She really hadn't expected him to do that. If anything, she was expecting him to be trying to get out of doing such, or flat-out refusing. This was a pleasant surprise. She dropped her hand, grinning wildly. So he was going to play like that? Perfect. "Like you didn't enjoy doing that?" she called to him across the court. "You'd make an excellent male stripper. One in a cop uniform? Yum." She had to force herself not to inform Andrew that she could pilfer her brother's uniform if he wanted it- wouldn't want to scare him away...yet. Instead, she watched him pick up the ball, and when he bent over to do so, made a spanking motion.

» She was always a good athlete. Once her father got over his over-protectiveness enough to where he would allow her to play sports, she started playing several, tennis being among them. So if she missed a point- or lost- it was either because she was doing it on purpose, or Andrew was a lot better than he had previously indicated. Just to keep things interesting, she decided to throw a point- just one, for now, so Andrew wouldn't feel alone in his stripping. Would he be able to tell? She watched him serve and hesitated for a second before diving for the ball and swinging a little too wide and too low, the ball going right over her racket. "Ah, crap," she grumbled, trying to make it look more genuine. Bending down, she tugged on one shoelace, undoing the bow- just to make it look like she was going to pansy out and only take off a shoe. But, of course, she was way more hardcore than that, and besides, even if she was shy about such things she couldn't possibly allow herself to take the easy way out. As Andrew had, she pulled her shirt off over her head, but unlike him, she had a black tank top underneath.

» "One-one," she announced in a suggestive voice as she tossed her shirt off towards the wall and turned to go get the ball. Damn, those things rolled far. She broke into a little jog, finally ending up at the ball's side, and bent over to pick it up. She logged back to her original position and stopped, tossed the ball in the air, and hit it fairly hard, toward Andrew's side.

[Andrew Saxon II]

Andrew was not going to lie to himself. He was very proud that he was able to score a point, even though he knew he sucked horribly at this game of technique. He figured it to be a fluke, but he was willing to run with it and wish for more. He gripped his racquet confidently with a sense of victory surging through him. Not to mention the joy he got while watching Kenadie finally strip herself of her shirt to reveal the form fitted tank top covered chest of hers. Andrew smirked at her, she definitely was a kidder for trying to pretend she would only be taking off a small article of clothing.

“I guess I really can give Sharapova a run for her money,” Andrew said sarcastically with a wink after Kenadie said the score and ran for the ball. He walked behind the base line and prepared to get ready to try and receive her serve. He watched as she finally whacked the ball toward his side. He still was not good at this reaction timing and barely was able to move his racquet further out, but had no chance to swing it at the ball. Therefore, he eventually ended up lobbing the ball high up in the air towards Kenadie’s side of the court. He dropped his arms slack as he looked up into the sky at the tennis ball.

It looked like a target flying in the air waiting to be shot as Andrew had seen on the Olympics before. He knew that usually lobbing a ball in tennis was no good because the other person could easily kill it and smash the ball past the opponent.

“Aw man, you’ve got to be kidding me!” exclaimed the young man as he watched the ball peak it’s high point and begin it’s descent back toward the tennis court the two were using. He prepared himself to get ready to jump out of the way of the ball if it was hit toward him. He knew Kenadie to be a bit bold by now, and would not put it past her to play aggressively. He understood her to be a committed athlete, and figured she would even make a good water polo player. But for now, he hoped for the ball not to hit him.