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 girls 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.

Anna moved her tongue from Jennifer's mouth down to her other lips, swollen and sensitive to the lightest brush from Anna's soft lips which sent a tingling thrill through Jennifer's body and caused her to moan louder. Anna slowly inserted first one and then a second of her perfectly manicured fingers into Jennifer's dripping wet and eagerly waiting pussy, sliding them in and out easily with the lubrication of Jennifer's arousal. Jennifer began to groan and scream ever louder as her friend began to finger fuck her. There was no way back now and Jennifer knew it wouldn't be long at all before her moment of climax. Anna continued to fuck Jennifer's pussy with her fingers but what really sent the young American star over the edge was when Anna added to this by flicking her tongue across Jennifer's clitoris, stimulating her in such a way that Jennifer could no longer hold herself back. Her screams got louder and, had she not been so lost in the moment, she might have worried what the other hotel guests would think. Her body tensed up in anticipation, her pussy tightened around Anna's fingers, she threw back her head and, with a particularly loud scream, her orgasm began to shake through her body uncontrolably exploding for some minutes.

Later that afternoon, when Jennifer's passion was at last exhausted, she lay back on the huge double bed. Her athletic naked body entwined with Anna's. Both girls were just lying back relaxing, simply basking in the glow of being in each other's arms, their hot, naked bodies pressed against each other. Jennifer couldn't remember a time in the last few months through all her increasing success and celebrity that she had been this contented and happy. She leant over and brushed Anna's long blonde hair from her face and gazed into those round, gentle brown eyes that she had come to love over their sporadic meetings in the past year. Lightly Jennifer planted a grateful kiss on her luscious Russian lover's lips. Anna gave a little smile back up at her. Leaning over Anna's body this way, Jennifer could see how lucky she really was to be with such a perfectly formed, sexy woman and felt eternally grateful for her good luck.

"Thank you Anna," she said, still leaning close to the Russian's face, breathing in the scent of her lover's body, "I really needed that."

Now that she didn't play on the tour because of all her injuries Anna wasn't often to be found around when major tournaments were going on and Jennifer would often find herself missing the touch of the Russian star when she came back to an empty hotel room after another victory.

"It's so great to have you here with me," Jennifer continued, running her hands through Anna's golden hair as if to reassure herself that Anna was indeed here, "That replacement you got me doesn't really make up for when you're not here," she said, refering to the expensive silver vibrator Anna had given her as a present to comfort her on those lonely nights.

Anna smiled once more but, after a moment's pause as Jennifer lay back down beside her, began to say, "You know I can't stay Jennifer. I had to see you today but I'll be gone tomorrow. I have so many promotional appearances and things."

Jennifer's face fell, her moment of bliss shattered. This hadn't been entirely unexpected, she never really had the chance to see Anna for more than a day at a time and she had been surprised to see her at all during Wimbledon. Still, as she had lain beside Anna after their passionate love making, Jennifer had held out a hope in her heart that this time Anna might be here to stay.

Anna noticed the unhapy expression on the face of her American lover and said, "I'll try to find someone to replace me, a real person," after a moment's thought she continued, "One of the girls on the tour has been very keen on getting to know you better, she's been telling me over the last week."

And with this promise later that evening, Anna Kournikova was gone out of Jennifer's life once more and Jennifer knew she may not see her again for months. Anna was on her mind a little as she walked out onto the grass of number 18 court to play her third round match the next day. Invigorated by the joy of the previous day with Anna, Jennifer took a comfortable early lead against her opponent, Tatiana Perebiynis from the Ukraine. In fact, it wasn't long before Jennifer found herself about an hour later serving for the match and a place among the last sixteen at Wimbledon.

Perebiynis was the first one of them to get up from her chair before the final game. Jennifer sat for a little longer, fully trying to focus on what she needed to do to serve out this match while instead images kept appearing in her mind of Anna Kournikova's beautiful writhing naked body and the pleasures that her tongue and fingers could give to Jennifer. Right there on court Jennifer felt her hand on her smooth knee begin to creep up inside her own skirt and towards her pussy. She licked her pink lips as with her eyes closed she saw a vision of Anna coming to kiss her. Within a few seconds she would be touching herself but right at that moment the umpire's call of "time" brought her back to the real world and the tennis match she was yet to win. As she got up and jogged over to the baseline, her swishing skirt and pert ass causing a cry of support from her male fans, Jennifer realised that her pussy was really wet with the fantasies she was having. Her juices were soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Her arousal wasn't helping at all with her desperation to concentrate. She knew she had to finish off this match and fast otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold herself back and would start fingering herself on court.

Shaking her head to try to dislodge the image of the naked Anna Kournikova and repeating to herself "concentrate Jennifer", she bounced the ball a couple of times while she got her feet in the right position before tossing it into the air for her serve. Her knees were bent and as the ball reached the height of her toss and began to drop, Jennifer exploded into the air, using her long legs to jump up towards the ball as her left arm, that had tossed the ball up, came down and her right arm holding the racquet came up in synch to make contact with the ball at just the right moment and send it flying across the net at 125 mph. Jennifer landed and found her footing ready to get the ball back, only to see Perebiynis swing her racquet wildly at the ball to send it flying into the net. "15 - love" came the umpire's call, only three more points and Jennifer could get off the court and hurry back to the locker room.

The ball boy threw her another ball and once again Jennifer went threw the elegant power of her serving routine, arching her back and rising perfectly to meet the ball, sending it flying right down the centre, but this time her opponent had anticipated her and sent the ball flying back, connecting with it to give it the same force that Jennifer had given her serve and sending it into the far corner. Jennifer, however, was able to use her long legs to cover huge areas of the court and quickly made it to the corner in time to slice a forehand right back over the net. This time Perebiynis could only send it into the middle of the court setting up an easy backhand for Jennifer. Arriving early, Jennifer had time to get her feet in a good position and fire an unreturnable double handed backhand winner into the far corner. As she saw it hit the line and a puff of white chalk fly up Jennifer gave a triumphant little pump of her fist. "30 - love". Jennifer won the next point comfortably with another powerful serve which Perebiynis couldn't return well enough to prevent another winner from Jennifer that set up three match points. By now Jennifer's pussy was really leaking juices and crying out for relief, being able to give it was now almost as important in Jennifer's mind as winning the match.

As the ball flew into the air once more and Jennifer rose to meet it she knew that all she had to do was make this an unreturnable serve and that was it for the match. As this crossed her mind her racquet once again made contact with the ball but her loss of concentration caused her to misshit it and a couple of seconds later she heard the sound of the ball connecting with the net, it was a fault. Determined to concentrate on her second serve but desperate not to serve another fault to drag out this match further, Jennifer sent a slower, looping serve towards Perebiynis' backhand and, trying to seize an aggressive advantage, used her long legs to run into the net ready to powerfully volley back her opponent's return and quickly wrap up the match. Perebiynis however wasn't giving up so easily, she made a good contact with the backhand to send it flying back just beyond Jennifer's reach. Jennifer athletically dived across the net towards the ball, clipping it with the rim of her racquet and sending it flying into space, "40 - 15". As she dived for the ball her loose white pleated mini-skirt flew up to reveal her white panties to the crowd for a second, she hoped they hadn't noticed how around her pussy they were so wet as to be almost see-through. On hitting the soft grass of the court, Jennifer quickly stood up and straightened her skirt to hide her wet panties and, in doing so, brushing her hand across her pussy through her skirt in a way that made her tremble with excitement. As the ball boy threw her another ball, Jennifer knew she really had to win this point. As she tossed up the ball for her serve her nerves made her throw it slightly wide of how she normally did resulting in her connecting with the ball with much less power than usual. As she watched her serve slowly loop over the net, Jennifer knew she would have to endure another point. However, her opponent had been used to trying to hit back Jennifer's hard, powerful serves all afternoon and the slowness of this one was completely unexpected. Perebiynis swung and completely missed, the ball dropped to the ground and barely bounced.