PJO Mini-Series

Tennis Tips

AN: Alright, disclaimer time!

TheSonofTartarus here.

Before I start, these stories have not been written by me. I am simply publishing these on behalf of an anon friend of mine, so....

Also, I am not Rick Riordan, thus do not own PJO, its characters or shit.

Happy reading!

Keep calm and headbang!

Perseus was a multi sport athlete, which left him very little free time outside of the restless days consisting of practice, school work and working out.

He liked to think he was very fit, a very lean, yet heavily muscular body, built like a swimmer yet that was only one of the three sports he played competitively.

Being in high school, Perseus was naturally popular because of his prowess and dominance on the court, both tennis and basketball as well as in the water.

If that wasn't enough, his looks, something out of what felt like mythology.

Green eyes like a deep, soft swamp, yet they had that piercing glare that kept you intimidated.

Even the bravest girls at school hesitated to flirt when they were under his gaze, and crumbled into a vulnerable mess when under his attention.

Today, Percy was grateful for his one day in the week where he had the afternoon off.

A free period last class, no practice, workout or school work that needed to be done, even though he loved the sports he played, this was truly his one calm, peaceful moment.

Strolling past the tennis courts on his way home, the raven haired high schooler spotted a woman attempting to serve the ball.

Her form was sloppy, looking a bit rusty as the ball crashed into the net.

Attempting to continue to walk, Percy heard the woman.

"Excuse me!"

Damn! She had seen the tennis racket handle coming from his bag.

"Yes?" Percy asked as she walked over to the tall fence standing between them.

"Is there any chance you could help me out with my serve? It's been a while, I've forgotten a lot." She asked him, her soft eyes with a warm, pleading look.

Sighing, Perseus nodded before entering the courts, throwing his bag down beside hers as he walked over to her.

Only then did he notice how beautiful she was, but he also noticed something else.

"Ms. Di Angelo?!" He asked in surprise.

"Oh my, is that you Percy? I couldn't see very well through the fence, I only spotted your tennis racket!" She laughed, pulling him into a hug.

Feeling her large chest press against his abdomen, Perseus hugged the woman back, quickly glancing at her flawless legs, smooth chocolate skin covered by a short, teasing tennis skirt.

"Alright, let's get to work on that serve.” Percy smiled, making the woman blush slightly. It had been a few years since she had saw him, he had... grown quite well into his body.

After around two hours Perseus and Persephone sat down on a nearby bench, both of them sweaty and exhausted.

Persephone felt light headed as her lips sucked on his, tracing her fingers down his impossibly sexy upper body.

His abdomen clenched as he leaned down to meet her lips, the older woman feeling enlightened, ever so pleased with the delicious taste of his lips.

Brushing her sexy thighs against his hips, she took his cheeks in her small hands, pulling him desperately to her mouth, every moment, every fleeting breath felt wasted when not attached to his lips.