A/N: great to see you guys missed them, here is another little bit.

The 40-yard square carioca

Tori

Jade had picked me up in her sleek blue Benz Coup. I always wanted to ride it and was so Jealous of Andre when she drove him home after that club party. As I hopped into the passenger seat, she shot me a playful smirk. I leaned closer and kissed the corner of her lip hello.

She blushed prettily and looked down at her lap which was encased in mesh stockings under a pair of black short shorts. The rest of her outfit was super classy, and her breasts looked stellar in that top she wore. My girl has the greatest chest I have ever seen.

"Nice wheels, Jade," I commented, running my fingers over the luxurious interior. I had to cover my purely indecent thoughts because Damn I wanted to jump her bones already.

Jade grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Thanks, Turtle. Figured you'd appreciate a bit of class for our night out."

I fastened my seatbelt, shooting her a mock-serious look. "Well, I'm used to my mom's trusty old car. This feels like a ride to the future."

Jade revved the engine, the gentle purr filling the air. "Buckle up, Tori. We're in for a smooth ride."

As we cruised through the city streets, Jade couldn't resist a playful dig. "So, Tori, are you still terrorizing the streets with your Ducati?"

I laughed, remembering her aversion to my beast. "Hey, that Ducati is a beauty, and it's all about freedom and the open road."

Jade smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Freedom, huh? More like endangering your life."

I playfully nudged her shoulder. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Plus, it's exhilarating!"

Jade rolled her eyes dramatically, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Exhilarating, sure. Just remember, when you're lying in a ditch somewhere, that I told you so."

We both shared a laugh, the easy banter between us a reminder of our newfound comfort in each other. It was moments like these that made me appreciate Jade's presence – her ability to tease and challenge me, all while exuding an air of confidence that was undeniably alluring.

The restaurant's pendant lights cast a soft, enchanting glow around us as we settled into our seats. I couldn't help but steal a quick look at Jade – her grace and elegance were like a page from a high-society novel. Her ankle, elevated on a cushion, served as a constant reminder of her recent tennis injury, and a pang of guilt and empathy welled up within me.

I wondered how she felt, was she feeling better? Did she even want to talk about it? I figured that right now was not the best time to bring it up. She was here to be a normal teenager on her first date… with a girl. It didn't help that she was a semi-celebrity, and her rising Star meant that in the environment we were in she was drawing some attention.

"So, Tori, what's your take on this place?" Jade inquired, a faint smile playing on her lips as she perused the menu.

I let out a light chuckle, idly twirling a strand of my long brown hair. "Well, I usually lean more toward those cozy diners where you can kick back in jeans, but I must admit, this place is kind of charming."

Jade's chuckle was subdued, holding a touch of mystery. "You're like a whirlwind of energy in this sophisticated setting, Tori."

I shot her a mischievous grin. "Guess I'm adding a little spice to the ambiance then."

Her smirk held a playful glint, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You do clean up nicely, though. Looking stunning, Tori."

I felt a blush creep up, and looked down at my mini skirt and sandals, a sharp contrast to my very boi like attitude. I was a tomboy in girly clothes, I loved how confusing that was for people. But I looked up at Jade and saw her appreciation of me showing a little skin on my back and arms with this backless shirt. I waved away the compliment in a nonchalant manner. "Oh, come on now. Thanks, Jade. You're not exactly blending into the background either."

As our conversation flowed, I couldn't help but notice the occasional furtive glances from neighboring tables. It was as if everyone was trying to unravel the enigma that was Jade and me. I shifted slightly, attuned to the subtle shifts in the atmosphere.

Jade caught onto my change in demeanor and offered me a reassuring smile. "Don't let them get to you, Tori. I've dealt with far more intense scrutiny on the court."

I met her gaze, a small, crooked smile forming. "Yeah, I know, Jade. But I still want to shield you from all this unnecessary attention. You're a teenager, you should know what it is like to be out with friends."

She tilted her head. "Is that what we are?" She asked her blue eyes intensely watching me. "Friends?"

I swallowed. " Well, I…"

She reached across the table, her fingers brushing mine for a fleeting moment. "You're looking out for me, Tori. Truly, I appreciate it."

I grinned, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Well, consider me your vigilant ally. No backing down."

Jade's smile held a touch of gratitude, a hint of understanding. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Our conversation meandered from one subject to another, spanning from eccentric training routines to our shared love for offbeat films. The waiter took our orders with a flourish, and despite my protests, Jade insisted on treating me. "I'm taking you out tonight, Remember?" She said.

I blushed. "Thanks, this has been great. " She drove me home, and we listened to music from each other's phones alternating our favorites. And then she parked in front of my house. The red door looms in front of me. I wasn't going to make her walk me to the door, but I wanted to end this with a kiss so badly. I drew a little closer to Jade, a swirl of emotions within me. "Jade, amidst the glitz and curious gazes, I just wanted to say that I had an incredibly enjoyable evening," I admitted, my tone softer now.

Jade's eyes met mine, and she brushed a strand of hair away with a tender gesture. "Same here, Tori. And next time, I'll be better prepared for the public's gaze."

I grinned, that comforting warmth enveloping me. "And I'll be right there, ready to stand by your side."

Her smile matched mine, and in that instant, it felt like it was just the two of us, carving out our own story. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her hand reached out and tangled my hair. A moan escaped me and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Where did she learn that? Was it an instinct? My insides quaked at the feel of her velvet tongue on mine. And what an instinct.

As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement for what lay ahead

Jade

The tennis court was bathed in the morning sun as I crutched over, ready to start our usual training routine. But what I saw was a bit of a curveball – Tori was already there, in the zone, going through her Dot Drills. Her long brown hair danced with her body as she bopped along to the music from her phone, and she seemed all business. I couldn't help but grin at the sight.

"Hey, Turtle," I greeted, surprise mingling with admiration.

She turned to me with a cheeky smile. "Morning, Jade. Figured I'd switch things up today."

I chuckled, taking a step closer. "Well, color me impressed. You're like a ball of energy this early."

Tori shrugged playfully, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Hey, surprises keep life interesting, right?"

I couldn't help but be drawn by her energy, her athleticism on full display. But as I watched her, a weird flutter settled in my stomach – like a mix of distraction and intensity I wasn't ready for.

She walked over toward the bench and plopped down next to me. She took a long drag of her bottle of water, spilling some out of the side and I, like a total perv, followed the drop down her long graceful neck and toward her cleavage. What the fuck was happening to me. I was never this interested in sex before. But here I am.

"So, Jade," Tori's voice broke through my thoughts, "what's on the game plan for today?"

I cleared my throat, pushing aside the weird vibes. "Right, the plan. I've got a new speed drill for you. It's the 40-yard square carioca. Basically, it's all about agility, quick changes in direction, and improving your hip and footwork flexibility."

Tori's eyes sparkled, and she moved closer with interest. "Sounds cool. What should I do?"

"Well…" I started putting down some cones on the corners of the court. "Go to a corner, and you are going to do a two-point stance. That means, stand with both of your knees bent and feet staggered" Paused and staggered my feet then bent my knees. I watched as she followed my lead. "You're gonna put your weight over your front foot. Bend your elbows and then place your arms in front of your chest with your head up." I mimic the elbows part standing comfortably with the boot.

"Okay, got it." She said imitating me.

"Now, sprint towards one corner and pivot in reverse when you reach the corner," I stated.

"What?" She asked in confusion.

"Run backward. Then switch forward." I couldn't demonstrate that.

"Gotcha," She said and got in the stance. Then she paused and turned to me. "What's my incentive."

I looked at her and smirked at her cheeky manner. " One kiss every five Cariocas?" I answered.

"Done," She began to execute. She was smooth, picking up the rhythm fast, and it was clear that her skills went beyond just tennis. She could catch on to new stuff like nobody's business. On the fifth run, she said. "Kiss?"

I smirked and kissed her forehead. She giggled and was off again.

As the session went on, my initial intrigue started to morph into something else – like a mix of distraction and... something more. I struggled to stay focused. With every kiss my heart was doing a bit of a cha-cha, it hadn't signed up for. But Tori was lost in the drill, totally unaware of the vibe she was sending my way.

Finally, we wrapped up, and I took a step back to catch my breath and sort out my jumbled thoughts. Tori was glowing, a sheen of sweat adding to her charm, and I couldn't help but appreciate her progress.

"Solid job, Tori," I managed, maybe a touch breathless.

She beamed, genuinely pleased. "Thanks, Jade. Your workouts always bring the challenge, but they're worth it."

I nodded, slapping on a smile that I hoped looked legit. "That's the deal. Keep pushing, Tori. You've got some serious potential."

As we packed things up, Sikowitz – our coach – made a grand entrance. He was decked out in his usual out-there outfit, complete with stickers all over his clipboard.

"Well, well, well, what's the story here?" Sikowitz chimed, his tone playful as he looked us over.

Tori and I exchanged glances, Though we both knew he was coming, we were caught a bit off-guard by his entrance.

"Morning, Sikowitz," Tori greeted, her tone chipper.

Sikowitz turned to me with a grin. "Ah, Jade. Always a delight to find you on the court."

I gave a nod, trying to keep my cool while battling the mix of feelings I was suddenly dealing with.

Sikowitz's attention swung back to Tori. "You know, Tori, I've been hearing whispers about your talent and dedication. Looks like you're making waves."

Tori blushed, the praise clearly hitting the mark.

"Thanks," she said, a touch bashful.

Sikowitz clapped his hands, enthusiasm radiating from him. "Well, let's ride that wave, shall we? Got a couple of new drills that I think will really test you."

Tori's eyes lit up, her competitive side kicking in. "Sounds like a challenge. We're in."

Sikowitz led her through a series of drills, each meant to boost different parts of her game. I watched Tori closely, her focus locked in as she tackled each challenge head-on. But as he guided her, I found myself sneakily checking her out – the way she moved, her determination.

As the training continued, I battled a mix of admiration and a vibe I was not prepared for. It wasn't just about her skill; it was about her presence, her energy, gorgeous ass. But I knew I needed to keep those vibes in check, especially with Sikowitz around.

Eventually, Sikowitz called for a water break, and Tori grabbed her bottle. I took a seat, working on my ankle exercises to keep it strong. The injury was getting better, but I didn't want to push it.

Tori joined me on the sidelines, a slight sweat sheen on her skin. "Ankle holding up?"

I nodded, appreciating her concern. "Yeah, it's getting there. Gotta take things one step at a time."

She smiled a hint of empathy in her gaze. "You're a fighter, Jade. You'll bounce back soon."

I appreciated the sentiment, a brief pause from the whirlwind of vibes I'd been feeling. "Thanks, Tori. Means a lot."

Sikowitz rounded us up, and the training kicked back into gear modified to suit my injury. As the morning unfolded, I stayed in the zone – focused on the drills, the techniques, and the camaraderie that was forming as we trained side by side. But even amid the intensity, I couldn't completely quell those h – the mix of respect, and wanton desire for her that was taking over me.

So, as the sun reached its peak, I kept at it alongside Tori, giving our all to improve, to excel, and to uncover the potential we both had.