Keywords: Love, Jennifer's, Match,

"The character of Jennifer Stanton is a purely fictional figment of my imagination and is not particularly based on any real tennis players or other people, the players and celebrities she encounters are real but the events described in the stories are pure fantasy. This is my third Jennifer celebrity story so you may like to read "Comforting Jennifer" and "Jennifer Gets Dirty" first. I hope you enjoy the story. . ."

Jennifer Stanton stood just inside the baseline of the court waiting to receive the serve that her opponent, the Venezuelan Maria Vento-Kabchi, was about to deliver. If she managed to win this point, Jennifer would break Vento-Kabchi's serve once more and win the match to take her through to the third round of Wimbledon for the first time in her short career. Jennifer bounced up and down a couple of times, a little impatient for the serve as her opponent threw the ball into the air, her large breasts despite the help of the sports bra she endorsed bounced with her and this drew the attention of the largely male crowd that had been drawn to watch Jennifer on this outside court. Her short, pleated white skirt blew around a little in the breeze and the glimpse of her white panties beneath gained further appreciation from her male fans. The ball was now in the air and Jennifer followed it intently with her eyes as Vento-Kabchi's racquet came up and made contact with it sending the ball flying rapidly over the net towards Jennifer. But Jennifer was ready for it and as the ball bounced she took a stride forward with her long, toned legs and connected her racquet with the ball. It hadn't been the most powerful of serves and Jennifer was able to direct the ball exactly where she wanted it to go, straight into the far corner of the court where her opponent would have to scramble to reach it. Jennifer ran into the net to follow this shot up as Vento-Kabchi scrambled across the court and just managed to connect her racquet with the ball, desperately trying to get it back over the net. Jennifer, however, had already anticipated this and was able to take her opponent's looping lob and smash it back confidently with an unstopable volley. The crowd, who had been egging Jennifer on throughout the match, erupted into enthusiastic applause as the umpire confirmed Jennifer's success, announcing "Game, Set, Match Miss Stanton 7-5 6-1". Jennifer shook hands with her defeated opponent and kissed her on the cheek before turning to her fans and blowing them a couple of appreciative kisses which caused another round of applause before she picked up her racquet bag and walked happily back to the locker room.

The year before Jennifer had turned up at Wimbledon an inexperienced nineteen year old qualifier who had never played in such a tournament before and had lost heavily to Venus Williams in her first game. However, since then Jennifer's ranking position had risen as fast as her celebrity profile until now she was one of the top 15 players in the world. The month before this year's Wimbledon, Jennifer had cemented her blossoming reputation by reaching the semi-finals of the French Open in Paris, getting further than any other American player and now she arrived at Wimbledon with expectations higher than ever. The withdrawl through injury of top players like Justine Henin-Hardenne and Kim Clijsters had really opened up the tournament for a player like Jennifer and her seeding had been boosted to number 10 when the Russian Nadia Petrova withdrew from the competition just before it began. Not only was Jennifer one of the rising young stars of American tennis but also her tall, tanned, leggy body, large breasts and golden blonde hair had made her an almost overnight sex symbol with posters of her adorning the walls of men and boys the world over and an army of male fans following her to all her tournaments. Her combination of looks and talent made her one of the biggest sports stars of recent years and most people thought it was only a matter of time before she broke through to win her first major championship. Maybe this Wimbledon could be her chance. She was on a roll and high on confidence having breezed through her first round match and, after a slightly shaky start, having comfortably taken the second set in this match.

In fact, as she returned to her luxury London hotel that evening Jennifer felt as if nothing could bring her down. A couple of guys in the hotel came asking for her autograph and Jennifer laughingly obliged, she was still really flattered by the attention she received from her fans and loved being so popular. She stepped out of the elevator onto her floor. The hotel she stayed in now was infinitely more luxurious than the one she had had the previous year for her Wimbledon debut. She had a large suite on the top floor and she now inserted the key in the lock and the door swung open without her having to unlock it. Jennifer frowned and a troubled expression came across her beautiful features. She was sure that she had locked her door before going out that morning and it wasn't a good sign that it was now open, something was wrong.

Standing just outside the, now slightly ajar, door of her hotel room, Jennifer dropped her racquet bag to the floor and took out one of the racquets that she had used earlier on to win her match so easily. Now able to use her racquet as a weapon against any potential intruder, Jennifer felt a little more confident as she stepped lightly into the room and her heart skipped a beat once more as she saw in the dark room that some clothes she had carelessly discarded across the room had been moved out of the way. Gripping the racquet handle tightly in her sweaty hand, Jennifer threw the light switch to bathe the large room in light and looked quickly around the room for what else she could see. The velvet curtains were drawn across the large window that gave her a view across the London skyline, they hadn't been earlier on. The door through to her luxurious en suite bathroom was open which Jennifer was sure she would have shut before going out. The centrepiece of the room and the whole suite was the enormous king size double bed and it was here that Jennifer really noticed something different.

Immediately she looked she could see somebody's body beneath the bed's thick comfortable duvet. Resting contentedly on the pillow, not seeming to care about being in somebody else's bed was a head topped with golden blonde hair. On hearing Jennifer's footfalls the person in the bed looked up and sat up a little, resting on her shoulders. She tossed her golden hair and gave a little laugh.

"I wasn't expecting you back so early Jennifer," she said with a brilliant and charming smile, "You must have won your match pretty comfortably."

"Anna, it's only you," said Jennifer letting out a sigh of relief on realising the intruder into her hotel room was nobody more than her close friend Anna Kournikova, "You had me really worried, how did you get in here?"

Anna gave her friend another of her sexy smiles and said, "It wasn't hard to charm my way in."

Looking at that smile and realising as Anna propped herself up on her bare arms that beneath the sheets she must be completely naked, Jennifer found it hard to be angry at whoever had violated her privacy in letting Anna in, right now she could completely sympathise.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there staring all afternoon?" Anna said as Jennifer noticed she was still holding her racquet up ready to use it to defend herself, "Or are you going to join me?"

With that she wipped back the sheets on the bed to reveal that Jennifer had been right, that beneath the covers of her bed Anna Kournikova, one of the world's sexiest women, was completely naked. Even though she hadn't played competitive tennis in some time, Anna's body was still completely toned and beautiful and her perfect round breasts just invited Jennifer in. Needing little more invitation, Jennifer dropped her racquet to the floor and, to eager to make her undressing in any way sensual, threw off her nike tennis clothes and practically leapt into bed with the Russian star.

As soon as Jennifer was on the bed too, Anna leant over and took Jennifer's face in her hands and brought their lips together. There was a moment of wonderful anticipation as Jennifer felt Anna's soft, beautiful lips barely brushing against hers before Anna locked her in a passionate embrace and began to sensually invade Jennifer's mouth with her tongue. Jennifer's body completely gave way beneath Anna's embrace and she could feel herself yearning for more as she moved her hands from where they had been, holding Anna's long blonde hair, down her body to caress her smooth round ass. Anna pushed the American girl back onto the bed, still planting kisses on Jennifer's smiling, eager face before she began to run her hands down Jennifer's tanned body and over her full breasts with their already erect nipples. Soon Anna's lips and tongue followed her hands across Jennifer's body and she began to lick her friend's breasts and suck on the hard, erect nipples in a way that had Jennifer moaning with pleasure. Jennifer herself was completely helpless to do anything in return as she completely gave up her body to Anna, eagerly yearning for more as she felt Anna's soft, gentle hand between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as Jennifer moaned again in anticipation of even greater pleasure. Anna stopped her friend's moans for a moment placing another passionate kiss on her lips, exploring Jennifer's mouth with her tongue in a way that reminded Jennifer of everything else the Russian girl could do with her tongue. Meanwhile, Anna's hand felt between Jennifer's long, smooth legs which were now spread wide to accomodate anything her gorgeous friend would want to do. Anna's hand brushed across Jennifer's wet pussy lips and Jennifer's body quivered with anticipation. She had waited for this for some time and now she wasn't sure she could hold herself back for much longer beneath the expert attentions of the sexy Anna Kournikova.

Keywords: Love, Jennifer's, Match,