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Authors: Lucy Felthouse

Sweet Spot

Sweet Spot



Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone
from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London to the world’s top training
facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around
her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity
and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has
every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being
a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy and Virginia’s mind keeps
wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career or
can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too


lesbian erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave


Sweet Spot
Lucy Felthouse




Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes
in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us,
all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and
his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly
shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an
appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me?
Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it
all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending
machine then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice.
“The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis
Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open but that doesn’t mean I’m going to
clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had
just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going
to be something fun. Well, for us anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of
the gym she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding
the pad from my view, she wrote something down then pulled off the top sheet.
Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on
view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words I turned to Nadia,
impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her
brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots
for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,


Chapter One


I remained in my seat for a couple of seconds, utterly
stunned, as Travis Connolly’s Grand Slam victory was announced. He’d done it!
In spite of his accident, his hard work had paid off and he was now racing off
the court and toward his team—Peter, Marie, Austin, Samuel and a few others. I
was a few rows back, which was perfectly understandable given that the only
link I had to Connolly was the fact we shared the same training facility.
Though looking at him now, he probably didn’t need Los Carlos anymore. He was
back on form, the world at his feet once more. Hopefully, if I worked hard, I’d
be in his position one day. Not winning the men’s title, of course, but I,
Virginia Miller, could be another British tennis champion.

I had a long way to go, obviously. I wasn’t even seeded yet,
never mind in the upper echelons. But I was determined if nothing else.

Shaking my aspirations from my thoughts, I carefully pushed
my way through the excitable crowd to get down to the group from Los Carlos. I
knew I was lucky to be there in the first place. As someone so low down on the
sporting career ladder, I should really have been back at the academy, working
my arse off, but apparently Austin had been feeling generous and thought I
should have firsthand experience of a major tournament. I hadn’t had the heart
to tell him I’d been to Wimbledon a couple of times already. It had practically
been on my doorstep back in London and a visit at an early age had sparked my
love of the sport in the first place. Plus there was no way I was going to turn
down the chance to visit a foreign tournament. Especially since Nadia was
playing. And she’d gotten right through to the final.

She hadn’t won, unfortunately, but it had been very exciting
to watch the matches she’d played. I hadn’t paid an awful lot of attention to
the ball or the rackets or even the other players though. I’d just let my gaze
wander over Nadia’s delectable figure for the duration of her matches. The
determined set of her face throughout, the bounce of her glossy brunette
ponytail, her muscular yet feminine legs, the slight jig of the breasts that her
sports top couldn’t quite keep in check… she was gorgeous. And I really liked
her personality too. She’d looked after me so well since I’d been at the
academy. Been a mentor of sorts.

When I reached the group they were still exchanging kisses,
handshakes and claps on the back with Connolly. I tried to catch his eye, give
him the thumbs-up or something, but he was too caught up in Marie, the
academy’s psychologist. And given the way he’d picked her up and spun her around
and was now kissing her, I suspected she was a little more than that to him.

They carried on kissing for a little while, clearly uncaring
of the millions of people who were watching them either in person or on the
television. Finally Connolly pulled away, took Marie’s hand and dropped to one
knee. I gasped—and I wasn’t the only one. Similar sounds echoed around me and
people started to murmur. Was he really going to…?

Yes, it seemed he was. Glad I was close enough to hear what
he was saying, I waited, eager to know what would happen next. Would she say
yes? Women all over the world would marry him in a heartbeat, I was sure, but
perhaps Marie felt differently.

“Marie Sherratt,” Connolly said, clearing his throat, then
continuing. “Marie Sherratt, I know we didn’t have the most auspicious of
starts, what with me not being into psychobabble and all, but now, months down
the line, I don’t care about that. All I care about is that the most caring,
giving, intelligent, beautiful and sexy woman on the planet loves me and I love
her. And more than anything, I want to make it official. So I have a question
to ask. Marie, will you marry me?”

The crowd held its collective breath for a millisecond then
erupted in cheers, screams and wolf-whistles. Such was the din that in spite of
the short distance I couldn’t hear her reply, but the beaming grin on her face
and her body language indicated that she’d said yes. As did the fact that her
now-fiancé picked her up and swung her around again. They were a couple very
much in love, and although it was nice to see it also made me feel a little sad
and quite a lot jealous.

Instinctively I looked around for Nadia, whom I hadn’t seen
since she’d left the court after her devastating defeat. That had been when I’d
headed to the center court to see Connolly play. I’d thought perhaps Nadia
would make her way into the crowd to watch the rest of the tournament but I
couldn’t spot her. It didn’t mean she wasn’t there, of course. The stadium held
rather a lot of people and she was just one face among thousands. But she was
very important to me.

Before long I was swept up in the excitement of the Los
Carlos gang, what with a Grand Slam win and a marriage proposal, and I didn’t
get a chance to continue looking for Nadia. As soon as I heard mention of a
celebratory party that evening, though, I found myself hoping I’d bump into her

* * * * *

Back at the hotel later that day, I was spending time
dithering over my wardrobe. Not the actual thing made of wood, obviously, but
the garments inside. I’d known there would be some swanky events taking place
in New York over the course of the US Open, but I didn’t know the venues, or
how many. As a result I’d brought pretty much every posh dress I owned. And as
I stood gazing at them all I couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a
curse. I was sure to have something that would catch Nadia’s eye, but only if I
actually picked something, put it on and got to the damn party.

Then there was the small matter of finding out whether she
even batted for the same team as me. I’d heard rumors about her but had no
concrete proof. She’d been really nice and helpful toward me ever since I’d
arrived at the academy, and we’d spent a lot of time together as a result of her
mentoring, but I still wasn’t sure. I was never sure, actually. I didn’t seem
to have the functioning gaydar that many people had, and as a result I’d spent
most of my adult life as a somewhat sad singleton. I was no virgin but I’d only
had a handful of encounters and they’d all been instigated either by the other
woman or alcohol.

I suspected some of the latter would be essential for me to
actually get the answer to my question. Especially since, if I got confirmation
from Nadia that she was into women, I then had to find out if she was into
.Christ, relationships were such a minefield. It was no wonder I couldn’t
remember the last time I’d had an orgasm that hadn’t been sparked by my own
hand or a sex toy.

After a glance at my watch told me I only had an hour to go
before the party started, I closed my eyes, put my hand into the wardrobe and
resolved to wear the first dress I touched. When my fingers brushed fabric I
opened my eyes and pulled out the dark-purple number I’d blindly selected.
Grabbing a pair of shoes that would go with the dress from the closet floor, I
closed the doors, hung my dress from the handle and put the shoes down. Then I
stripped off the clothes I’d worn all day and headed for the shower.

I deliberately took my time, washing and conditioning my
hair, brushing my teeth, applying body scrub all over—except my sensitive bits,
of course—shaving my legs, armpits and pussy then applying a generous layer of
shower gel. Once I was done, I was massively tempted to masturbate but I reasoned
with myself. The arousal that pumped through my veins, swelled my pussy lips
and resulted in a delicious sensation between my legs could be to my benefit.
That horniness would only increase when I saw Nadia, and perhaps the aching
need of my neglected body would spur me on to achieve my goal—getting into her
knickers. Or her heart, whichever came first. Or easiest.

Arriving in the function room five minutes into the party, I
was pleased with myself. One, for not being too early and looking like a saddo
or an alcoholic, and two, because I looked good. I didn’t often think that, but
the purple dress and black patent high heels made my legs look slim and a mile
long, and emphasized my athletic frame and ample chest. I showed just a hint of
cleavage—enough to entice, hopefully, but far from enough to make me look
cheap. Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for the bar and ordered a vodka
and Coke, my poison of choice. The bill for the party was being footed by the
academy and Travis Connolly’s sponsors, so I didn’t even have to pay. I could
get well lubricated for free before I executed my plan.

Knocking back the first drink, I signaled for another then
carried it farther into the room, subtly looking around to see who was already
there and who was yet to arrive. Unsurprisingly the main man hadn’t yet graced
us with his presence. Nor had Marie, and a smirk took over my lips as I
realized why. They’d just got engaged for heaven’s sake—they were probably
fucking each other’s brains out up in their hotel room. I couldn’t say I blamed
them. It had been an exciting day, especially for them, and they probably had
lots of adrenaline coursing through their veins. What better way to make use of

Hoping I could make
day more exciting, I continued
to look around the room, which was filling in dribs and drabs. Austin and a
bunch of the academy staff and athletic sponsors were at a table in the corner,
already making a good start on bottles of expensive champagne by the looks of
it. In another corner, to my surprise, I spotted Peter Ross and Rufus Lampani
looking pretty cozy. As I tried to reason that maybe they were just good
friends, I watched Peter slip a hand around the back of Lampani’s neck and pull
him in for a lingering kiss. Raising my eyebrows, I averted my gaze. Wow. If
things went to plan with Nadia the academy would have a gay couple
lesbian couple. Talk about equal rights.

Just as her name flitted through my mind again, a movement
from the corner of my eye drew my attention, then a feminine voice spoke.

“Hey, V. How’s it going?”

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