Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 22:54:54 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Love Matches ch1

Hi my dear readers,
    This is the beginning of a story whose genesis was given me by a sweet
woman named Danni. And for any and all who haven't seen my website--
http://www.louisastories.com
Love,   Louisa



    The girl tossed the ball up in front of her, and with a supple motion,
her toes almost off the ground, she brought her racquet over smoothly and
THWOCKed the ball over the net. Ace!
    Tina Larson, cross-court, watched the ball speed by her. She raised her
arms high. "THAT's more LIKE it! That's all we need for now," as she grinned
and jogged towards the net. "End of practice. You've earned it."
    The girl's mother had stood up from her seat at the baseline, and began
clapping. "Bravo, Jennifer! That was GREAT!"
    Jennifer blushed proudly and went to meet her coach. "Gotcha," she
called. "Finally!"
    The two met at the net. Tina ruffled the young girl's sweated golden
hair. "See what you can do when you stop THINKING?" She lightly rapped a
knuckle on Jennifer's head. "Don't. Think. Don't. Think!"
    Jennifer giggled and twisted away. "I know, I know!" She absently reached
behind herself and tugged her panties out of her buttcrack. "I guess I just
have to be tired enough not to. . ."
    Mrs. Hathaway had joined them at the net on her daughter's side. "Really,
Jen, that was as good as anything I've seen Lindsay Davenport serve." She
handed the girl a bottled water, and Jennifer drank it greedily.
    Tina snorted. "Yeah, well. . .now she just has learn how to do it every
TIME," she came around to the other side, "and stop hanging back, and get a
backhand, and attack the net. . ."
    Mrs. Hathaway handed Tina a water. "Yes, but. . .she IS only eleven." She
glanced proudly at her daughter. "And she's already better than, say, Anna
Kournikova, I think."
    Tina swallowed, wiped her brow. "That's not too hard." She grinned. "No,
that's not fair, I know. . .she IS good," as she eyed her pupil, who looked
at her strangely, then away, "so, hey. . .if she's better than Anna and
prettier than Lindsay, she'll go far, right?"
    Mrs. Hathaway laughed. "Right, of course!"
    "Mom," the girl mumbled sheepishly.
    "Oh, stop, I'm just. . .proud of you, is all." she touched her daughter's
cheek. "You're working very hard. I'm proud of you."
    Jennifer blushed. "Thanks. I guess."
    Her mother smiled. "You guess." She turned to Tina, who rolled her eyes.
"Oy."
    Now she retrieved the two empty water bottles. "I've got to do some
errands for the church benefit. Tina, you'll drive Jen home?"
    "Sure. I'm going to get some paperwork in my office. Jen, you can use the
shower here if you like." And she started off to the gym.
    "'Kay."
    "Thank you, dear," Mrs. Hathaway called after Tina. She kissed her
daughter's cheek. "See you for supper." And she gathered up her bag and
walked off purposefully towards the parking lot.

    Tina stood at her desk arranging test papers before her. A small knock on
her door, and Jennifer's little face popped in. "I can use your shower?"
    Tina put the papers down. "Sure, hon. Come here first."
    Jennifer closed the door and approached the desk. Her eyes were wide, and
she looked quite young standing there in her cute little white tennis outfit
and pink headband. Her hair, damp as it was, fell in a tumbled mass around
her shoulders.
    Tina sat at her desk and her student came around the desk to stand before
her. "You really showed me something on that last serve," she murmured, and
ran both strong hands up the girl's outer thighs, and under her skirt.
    "Thanks," Jennifer breathed.
    Tina had taken hold of the waistband of the girl's tennis panties, and
now pulled them down, down to her sneakered feet. "Step out." Jennifer did.
Tina pulled the skirt hem up, and gazed at the girl's hairless, pink-lined
slit.
    Jennifer whispered, "I thought I'd have to go with my Mom."
    Tina touched a finger to the slit, and Jennifer sighed. "I did, too. . ."
she murmured. She looked up, one eyebrow arched. She grinned evilly. "But now
I'm going to give you your reward for having such a good practice."
    Jennifer smiled, blushed. "Oh, goodie!"
    Tina chuckled. "Turn around, little pussy girl. Bend over my desk here."
And she pushed her seat back to let the girl bend in front of her. Oh, such a
pretty, smooth, firm, Edible little ass! I love teaching, she thought, and
moved her seat in to grasp her student's cheeks.
    Jennifer felt Tina's strong, large fingers spread her bottom apart, and
shuffled her feet apart to accommodate her. She was so glad Tina was her
coach, AND her teacher! When Tina (Miss Larson, then) had first kissed her,
chastely, but not really, last year, she'd felt so odd, so mixed up. But so.
. .excited! She'd fantasized about it for days, touching herself to frenzies
every night. So when Miss Larson had offered, that one wonderful, fateful
day, to give her a massage after she'd pulled a muscle in her thigh, Jennifer
had let her, and let her stroke her, and touch her all over, and bring her to
such an explosion of excitement that she'd gotten frightened at her own
passion.
    And then it had become a regular occasion, that she and Miss Larson, whom
she'd come to love as Tina, made love with and to each other as often as they
could. Jennifer never, ever missed an opportunity to give herself completely,
in this sneaky, passionate, weirdly wonderful way, to this cool, cool, oh so
cool woman! And she was 30! And Jen was 11! And she just loooooved it!!
    And now she hummed a sigh, as Tina wormed her tongue between her small
cheeks, and licked some small, small circles around her poophole. Oh, MAN,
Jennifer LOVED that, she really LOVED when Tina did stuff to her bottom, and
especially in her hole. It felt so. . .dirty, and HOT, and made her missy get
all wet and squishy.
    "Mmmm," murmured Tina, as she licked the tiny, yummy asshole, "you're
really a little butt-girl, aren't you?" A light smack on Jen's tush. "Huh?"
    "OOooh! Yeah, I am, Tina, I'm a butt-girl, Tina. . .mmMMMMMmmm. . . I'm
your buttgirl. . .mmMMnn!!"
    And Tina drove her hardened tongue into Jennifer's asshole, tasting the
sweat, and salty tang of the little girl's slippery insides.
    "OHhhhhHHHH!! OHHhhh, gosh, oHH, Tina, mmmMMMMmmmnn!!" And the girl
pushed her bottom out as far as she could, pushing out her anus, opening
herself. She reached a small hand down to her own slick missy and felt the
sticky wetness, and rubbed against the slickness, and felt herself begin to
tingle.
    And Tina's hands were squeezing, kneading the soft, small asscheeks as
she burrowed and slurped and sucked, and Jennifer's hips were moving out,
around, and shaking, as she drooled upon her teacher's papers and frigged her
naked pussy. "OHHHH, OHHHHH, TIIINA, I"M, ohhHHHHH GOD, I'M,
aAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" And her whole body shook and shook, and her bottom felt
split open, and her whole belly burned and exploded, as Jennifer came.

    They kissed, tenderly. Tina looked in her little lover's eyes. "My turn
next time," she smiled.
    "Mmmm, YES." Jennifer whispered. Then she went to shower.