Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 18:55:42 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Soccer Practice Will Never be the Same  part 2

Elizabeth Nelson was still trembling as she began collecting the scattered
bath products from the floor of the glass block shower enclosure. The star
player from the bantam girls' soccer team she coached sat naked on the
floor with her arms wrapped around her knees seeming oblivious to the water
that was pouring over her from the multiple shower heads surrounding the
enclosure. When she competed the task she looked down into the adoring eyes
of her teenaged lover and said brightly with just a hint of a quiver in her
voice

"Come on Mandy, let's finish up. Dinner will be ready soon." Amanda
Sullivan rose up into the warm sprays that surrounded them. Liz selected
one of the bathing puffs off a hook above the shelf she had just restocked
and applied a liberal amount of floral smelling body wash. Turning back
toward her nubile young friend she began applying the soapy puff to the
girl's shoulders. Moving to the side she looked at the developing body in
profile. Scrubbing lightly across the girl's shoulders and down her back
there was soon a considerable lather of bubbles rolling over the pert
backside. Sinking to her knees, Liz continued washing over the firm round
buttocks. The coach was so tempted to slip her fingers between those
slippery hills but she managed to restrain herself and carried on down the
long slender legs.

Liz could not keep her mind from envisioning a similar scene that had taken
place fifteen years ago. At that time it was her developing body that was
being expertly bathed by a woman easily old enough to be her mother. The
amazing sensations Helen had coaxed from her body had left her permanently
changed. The coach rose from her knees.

"OK let's continue with side two." She announced, prompting Amanda to turn
to face her. The girl had a contented smile on her face as she obediently
rotated. The spasm in the coach's somewhat achy pussy was not unexpected
and her hands were a little shakier as she began applying the bubbles to
Mandy's upper chest. The lather flowed over the conical protrusions of the
firm breasts and dripped off their plump pink tips. Liz enjoyed the girl's
little sigh as the rough plastic of the puff moved over her sensitive
mounds. The puffy centers were no longer so plump as they clenched and
pushed out. Liz was so temped to linger there, teasing the little gumdrops,
especially when her star player emitted a sound proclaiming her renewed
arousal. She forced herself to move on, savoring the knowledge of how much
more intense the delayed pleasure would be.

Amanda was disappointed when the washing puff departed her oh so tingly
breasts. Her nipples felt kind of sore from the pounding they had received
from the shower nozzle. The slippery but rough friction resulted in a pain
to pleasure response that her teenaged senses couldn't possibly
comprehend. The puff was on her tummy now and getting agonizingly close to
her sparsely haired pubic mound. Mandy could feel a pounding right between
her legs. It would be quite a while, nearly a year in fact, before she
would come to recognize that sensation as the pulse in her clitoris.

`Get a grip Elizabeth!' the coach scolded herself as she arrived at the
teenager's ultimate treasure but she really wasn't at all sure she had the
self control to complete her plan. She made one very quick stroke between
the girl's legs taking care not to allow her trembling fingers to touch the
spongy softness of the pubescent vulva. A couple more rapid strokes down
the slender legs. `Don't look! For God's sake it's only four inches away!'
Liz practically shot to her feet. It was the only way she could think of to
keep from fastening her lips on the girl's soapy cunt. "OK! Rinse off,
you're done." The coach blurted out breathlessly.

Again Amanda was disappointed. When the washing puff had passed between her
legs she was praying the beautiful kneeling woman would give her the firm
rubbing that her throbbing girlhood was demanding. Instead it had been only
the briefest painfully tantalizing touch. Brief as it was it had sent a
rocket of sensation into her lower belly and seemed to have left a hot
ember behind. If it were a trembling contest it would have been a
draw. Both women felt like the hot steamy air of the shower was seriously
lacking in oxygen as they gasped it in.

Mandy moved a little away from her tormentor and the soapy suds were all
soon swirling down the drain. She realized that for most of the bathing she
had her eyes closed. It was an intuitive action that intensified the
tactile stimulation by eliminating visual input. Now she stood there once
again enthralled by the magnificence of Coach Nelson's body.

"Can I do you now?" the girl said in pleading voice.

"No!" Liz was sorry for the harshness of her barked response before it
stopped resonating in the steamy enclosure. Her teenaged shower mate's eyes
looked almost fearful. "No, I'm sorry honey but dinner's going to be
spoiled if we don't get a move on." The older woman said very softly this
time; summoning all of her resolve. "You go ahead and get dried; put your
night clothes on, I'll only be a minute." Reluctantly the girl exited the
shower and disappeared around the corner.

By the time Liz came out her protégé was blow drying her hair in front of
the vanity mirror. Their eyes met in the reflection for an instant before
the coach grabbed one of the bath sheets and wrapped it around her
nakedness. Moving toward the door, the sight of the adolescent round buns
snuggly cupped in the tiny cotton panties with the pictures of playful
kittens adorning them sent a fresh shiver of anticipation through Coach
Nelson's loins. A final glance at the teenager clad only in the skimpy
underwear and Liz retreated to the sanctity of her bedroom and closed the
door behind her.

Simultaneously stripping the towel off and collapsing on the bed she shoved
three fingers deep inside and let her thumb press firmly on her aching
clit. Liz rolled on her side and closed her thighs on the comforting hand
lodged in her sex. `I gotta get control' her mind shouted. She just lay
there for a minute enjoying the temporary relief of the fingers inside
her. She'd already `botched the bloody thing up'. Her vision of a slow
sweet seduction watching one of her favorite DVDs with Mandy had been
irrevocably compromised by her unbridled lust in the shower. `Why did I let
the damn jets get on my nipples' she cursed `because you always do' came an
undesired but internal reply. Rising from the bed and sucking on her candy
coated fingers she chastened herself once again. `This can be so
beautiful. Don't fuck it up anymore than you already have.'

Crossing the bedroom to her closet she selected the sheer blue nightie. She
had known this is what she would wear only minutes after Cathy Sullivan had
agreed to let her daughter stay overnight at the her house. She admired the
pale pale blue silky material on the hanger. It was a sort of baby doll
style but the top was a little longer, stopping several inches below her
crotch. It wasn't entirely see through leaving just enough to the
imagination of the observer. `In my younger hell raising days I'd have worn
this to go clubbing' she thought with a shiver, recalling many usually
drunken trysts; `Oh Jesus the wages of a misspent youth'. Tossing the sexy
nightwear on the bed she entered her ensuite to attend to her neck up
appearance.

Years of speedy exits from soccer stadium locker rooms when she was with
the National Team had honed her skill at performing this ritual very
quickly. A final fluff of the short beach blonde hair and she was back to
snuggle herself into the divinely sensual fabric of her night gown. The top
was ingeniously designed to give some needed support to her oversized
chest, lifting the formidable flesh as though it were on a
platter. Adjusting her boobs inside the thin veil of material she was
unable to resist the temptation to give her dormant nips a little tweak. A
shockwave out of all proportion with the brief almost casual stimulation
slammed into her pussy, and she had to hunch over and groan. `Dear God! A
strong gust of wind could make me cum right now.' Returning to the ensuite
she fished in the cupboard for a panty liner. Sticking the protective
absorbent material inside the crotch of the tap pants that matched her top
she thought `can't be sporting a big wet spot before we've even had
dinner.' Slipping into her knickers, she looked in the mirror. A quick tug
here and there and she opened the door in anticipation of the most sensual
evening she'd had in years.

Amanda Sullivan was in the living room sitting on the couch with her feet
tucked underneath her. She was apparently flipping through channels
watching the startlingly clear images change rapidly on the forty two inch
plasma display mounted on the wall. The teenager had donned a wear faded
long pink nightshirt with adorable little puppies wrestling emblazoned on
the front. "Anything good on?" Elizabeth called from the doorway. The
teenager looked up. Her initial smile morphed into a visage of amazement as
she saw her soccer idol for the first time. She had seen her regularly in
the nondescript soccer uniform and less than an hour ago she had been
shocked and eventually thrilled to see her naked but this was something
else altogether. Amanda felt her eyes go so wide it almost hurt. She also
knew her jaw had dropped. In the back of her mind she heard a voice saying
`you must look like on idiot' but she was, for that moment, completely
unable to change her expression.

"I,I,I... turned on the TV, I, uh hope that's OK" she stammered. `What a
stupid thing to say' she snapped at herself Coach could obviously see you
turned on the TV. She tried to say something that she hoped would sound a
little more intelligent, but she found that her mouth was moving but no
words were coming out. All she could do was stare at what was undoubtedly
the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Liz was gratified by the
youngster's reaction.

"That's fine" she said "see if you can find something to watch while we
have dinner." As she turned toward the kitchen she called back; "the TV
trays are behind the couch if you wouldn't mind putting them out."

Ten minutes later the coach returned with a tray of steaming
plates. Setting the meals on the coffee table she redistributed the food
onto the folding tables. "Milk OK to drink?" she asked setting the glass on
Amanda's tray table.

"Yeah that's what I usually have, thanks." The girl replied never taking
her eyes off her host. Liz seated herself beside the teenager on the couch,
and raising her glass of Burgundy said

"Bon appetite."

They ate mostly in silence with some nature show playing on the brilliant
screen that was not holding either woman's attention.

In the silence Amanda's mind was repeating over and over; `Oh my God, I
can't believe how beautiful she is!' `She's such an awesome soccer player
it's really not fair for her to be this gorgeous too.' The enthralled
teenager couldn't help occasional sidelong glances at her idol as they ate.

Liz's mind was plotting the next hour or so of the budding
relationship. `As soon as we get these dishes cleared away I'm going to
start warming up dessert.'

They both finished eating, more or less at the same time. Surprisingly few
words were spoken as they cleaned up. When everything was properly stowed
in the dishwasher Amanda stood in the middle of the kitchen not knowing
what to do next. Liz wiped her hands on a tea towel and turned to inspect
dessert.

The nightshirt she suspected was last year's model judging by the amount it
was faded and the fact that it only came down to Mandy's mid thigh. `It was
probably down to her knees last year' the coach mused. Liz took the moment
to admire how the firm young boobs pushed the soft fabric out away from the
girl's chest. There was nothing really noticeable in the area of her
nipples partly because of the faded picture of the wrestling puppies.

"Wanna watch some more TV?" Liz began; seeing a slight downturn in the
teenager's adorable smile. "or I've got a disc you might fancy." The
mention of a movie brightened the girl's face again.

"Yeah!" Amanda replied enthusiastically "let's watch a movie!" the two
women headed for the living room. Coach Nelson sat with her back against
the arm rest. One leg stretched out along the sofa seat while her other
foot was on the floor. The older woman began pushing buttons on the remote
until the DVD screen saver appeared. Setting the zapper down she extended
her arms and said

"Let's get comfy." The teenager knew exactly what she meant and plopped her
panty clad bottom between Liz's thighs and kind of lay back on those
heavenly knockers. Amanda was thrilled at how pliable and cushy they felt
against her shoulders, and how the slippery material of the nightie allowed
her to move with practically no friction. Liz would not have described the
feeling as `comfy' exactly. The pressure on her sensitive boobs caused her
nipples to harden immediately and there was an instant spasm from between
her legs that sort of rolled up her belly. `Thank God I put the panty liner
in' she thought `the girl would think I'd peed myself.'

The video was vintage soft porn; the early and brief attempt to develop a
plot fraught with atrocious acting. Liz had watched it so many times that
she knew the scenes and the dialogue by heart. It was a backdrop for the
pornographic scenario she intended to act out with her young companion. The
introductory part also provided stimulus for the dialogue she wanted to
begin with Mandy.

In the first scene two very attractive young women in shorts and halter
tops were discussing their boyfriends. One of them was saying `but Suzy you
don't have to put up with his bullshit you can always look after
yourself'. Amanda had never seen anything like it. She was having a hard
time understanding why her coach wanted to watch this `cause it's really
was awful. `Maybe it gets better' Mandy thought as she tried to follow what
was happening on the screen. At the same time she became aware that the
woman whose breasts she was so comfortably nestled against was gently
stroking her upper arm. What's more her finger tips were grazing the little
bulge the side of her boob made in her `puppy' shirt.

`You know you can always just play with yourself' the woman on the screen
was saying.

"Do you ever play with yourself sweetie?" Amanda was suddenly aware of the
soft lips right on her ear. She wanted to answer but the cramping sensation
between her legs momentarily took her breath away. So she wound up making a
grunting noise instead. Mandy felt the warm breath on her ear and the
delicate hairs at the back of her neck. `Something wet? A tongue?"

On screen the darker haired girl was saying `Oh Suzy let me show you' and
the actress pulled her co star's halter top over her head, exposing big
round tits that sat on the starlet's chest like volleyballs.

"I'd like to show you how to make yourself feel really good." The voice in
her ear breathed and she felt the finger tips that had been brushing
against the side of her boob slide with an arousing feathery touch up over
the firm mound of her left breast and stop right on top of her little
nipple. The finger tip pressed harder on her bud and started making
circles. The sensitive tip of her breast still had a raw feeling from the
pounding it took in the shower but it hardened to its full extension
anyway. Mandy felt another minor explosion between her legs as the coach's
experienced finger tip played an awesome tune on her tingling
nipple. "Doesn't that feel good? Do you ever play with your pretty
boobies?"

"Arrgh, sometimes." Mandy managed to growl as the sensation between her
legs now felt like extreme pressure.

The dark haired actress was now sucking on her friend's
volleyballs. Amanda's eyes were not focusing properly but the impossibly
clear picture on the giant screen still amazed and excited her. "Show me
honey. Show me how you touch yourself." Trance like Mandy's hands cupped
her tingling breasts. As she had been doing for the last couple of months,
she very gently bumped her thumbs over her very sensitive nipples. Both
little buds now pushed against the cotton demanding attention. "Good
honey. Just tease them nice and slow and see how wonderful it feels."

Liz looked down at the pretty young thing between her legs languidly
tweaking those perky tits. Glancing occasionally at the familiar picture on
the screen but mostly watching her teenaged house guest get her first taste
of masturbation to porn. Liz knew her pussy was on full rolling boil and
the fact that her young friend blocked access meant that what was building
up would be enormous when it was finally released. Though her own nipples
screamed for attention Liz didn't dare touch them. `No, no, no, this wasn't
going to be any cheap ten minute climax. I'm gonna hold out for the big
one' she silently promised. In spite of the absorbent layer she had applied
to the crotch of her underwear she could feel the love juice trickling
maddeningly down her butt cheeks. `Not designed to handle stuff that thick'
she reasoned `or maybe it was just missing her panties altogether.'

The brunette was kneeling, pulling the blonde's shorts and panties
down. When the immaculately groomed cunt was revealed, magnified by two on
the screen, Amanda emitted a yelp. In spite of their tenderness she was
squeezing her tortured nips through the `puppy' shirt. "Do you think she
has a pretty pussy sweetheart?" the soft lips were moving on her ear
again. "I'll bet yours is even prettier." Mandy's eyes were now glued to
the screen. She felt the movement and knew she'd been displaced from those
warm spongy pillows. Liz slid out from under her girlfriend with the grace
of a professional athlete. Amanda, on the other hand, having virtually no
coordination at this point bumped her head on the soft arm of the sofa. It
was a remarkably poor substitute for Elizabeth's chest. Her fingers
continued to tantalize her tingling chest throughout the ordeal. Mandy was
having a great deal of trouble focusing her eyes, but now her coach's
beautiful face was competing with the intensely erotic image on the screen.

"Here let's get this out of the way." The coach was saying as she was
tugging at the `puppy' shirt. Fortunately all the squirming had already
extracted the short nightshirt from under the girl's butt; so it was a
piece of cake to hoist it over her head and fling it off the back of the
couch. Naked, except for the `kitty cat' panties, the extremely aroused
teenager sat panting. The girl's breasts positively glowed a bright pink
from all the stroking and the nipples stood out an angry red from their
over stimulation.

With her eyes darting from the scene of cunnilingus on the screen [thought
Mandy was entirely unaware of the term]; to her idol kneeling beside her
displaying an amazing amount of cleavage the youngster continued to
stimulate her nips. "Wet them honey, wet your fingers." Liz counseled as
she grabbed the girl's hand and stuck the tiny fingers in her mouth,
putting as much saliva on the girl's hand as she could spare. Mandy's hand
returned to her boob, and feeling the increased pleasure the lubrication
brought promptly put the fingers of her other hand in her mouth to wet the
other nipple.

Kneeling, as she was beside the sofa, Liz watched the girl's thighs
rhythmically squeezing together. The older woman was aware of the girl's
divided attention and was delighted her plan was flowing so
flawlessly. `Will you let me see your pussy sweetheart? I really didn't get
a very good look last time." There was a pleading quality to the coach's
voice as she gripped the waist elastic of the little cotton panties with
the cute pictures on them. Amanda reflexively lifted her hips to facilitate
the removal of the saturated underwear. Liz reveled in the slowness of the
progression enabled by the video distraction.  She rocked back on her heels
feeling the delightful slipperiness of the juice that was coating her
buttocks against the heels of the feet. `If I just shift my toes a little
to the right it'll press right where I need it' she thought, but she didn't
do it. Instead she put the soiled panties to her nose and mouth. Inhaling
and sucking she felt an intoxication no other drug had ever afforded
her. Looking up she saw her lover sliding one hand across her belly heading
for the center of her arousal. Since the panties had departed Amanda had
pulled her knees up almost to her chest and spread those slender thighs.

On the big screen the pussy eating continued. Liz shot a quick glance and
thought it was the brunette's pussy now.  No mater there was only one vulva
on Liz's mind and it was only a foot away. The aroma was causing her head
to spin but the soccer coach, former player, was determined to get all the
value out of this encounter. `And that means keeping a clear head' she
commanded herself. The teenagers hand was picking up speed.

With a speed that evidenced her Olympic potential the coach's hand shot out
intercepting Mandy's descending digits. "No, honey slowly softly" she
crooned holding the girl's wrist took more force than she'd
expected. Amanda was determined to satisfy her burning need. Liz guided the
hand though it took almost all her strength and more will than she realized
she had. "Just stroke gently, gently touching the out sides." Liz guided
the tiny fingers over the weeping labia; holding back hard when they
attempted to plunge. "Now use your fingers to open your lips." The coach
managed to croak.

Amanda felt the death grip on her wrist. All she wanted to do was to stuff
two, maybe three this time, fingers in her snatch, which she knew would
result in the same wonderful convulsions she had experienced a couple of
weeks ago in her bed and again this afternoon in the shower. But this
woman, this woman, was making her tease the outside.

"That's it sweetie just gently stroke it. Feel how deliciously hot and
slippery it is." Liz really didn't know how much longer she could go
on. The erotic sent that intoxicated; her sight of the spread pink vulva
dripping its creamy nectar. `Oh Jesus, God this is impossible'. Some
absurdly disconnected thought of the first time she'd struck a penalty kick
to win a match flashed through her mind. In her tangled confused thought
pattern it was the same thing a will to succeed in spite of any physical
obstacle.

Relaxing the pressure on the girl's wrist just a bit she allowed the tiny
probing fingers more latitude. "Stroke honey, OK now stroke right up to the
top." As the teenager's fingers separated the labia the bright red tip of
her clitoris came into view from beneath the thickly swollen lips. Guiding
the trembling hand with her last ounce of resolve she said "That's it
honey. That's where your ultimate pleasure waits." She held on for just a
second longer as the little fingers grazed the top of the protruding organ
but then she just couldn't hold back anymore. She released the Mandy's hand
and plunged it into her own crotch. Mandy's fingers understood what to do
even if her mind had long since deserted her. The slender digits beat a
tattoo on the pounding red protrusion. Within a second the sensation was
too intense and all she could do was grab her whole mound and scream.

Her coach let out a terrifying grunt first, and then as she rolled on her
back stuffing her fingers in her so long denied womanhood she screamed
too. The gush of juices on the couch and on the carpet created a halo of
sticky sweet girl cum that wafted through the house.

Some stallion was slamming his dick into the brunette on the screen but
neither woman noticed. They both lay bathed in a glow that caused their
toes to tingle.

Much later they would find themselves back in the shower, having already
licked all the delicious cum they could off each other's bodies.

Later still they slept entwined in splendid bliss on top of Elizabeth's
bed.