Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 20:23:15 EDT
From: Tml5476@aol.com
Subject: "A Possible Romance" female/female (first installation)

A Possible Romance
 by "Selshey Stevens"

    I've only known her for about eight months or so, so naturally most
people around me would think "How could you possibly be in love with her?"
My answer to them would simply be, I just am.  Just like many other
friendship starts out we met at school, well actually we met at softball
tryouts.  I was a senior, and well my position on the team was pretty much
already insured.  She was one of the fantastic fourteen year olds.  My coach
was trying something new that year by bringing the eight graders up from the
junior high to play on the junior varsity squad.  Yeah I know what most would
say, jailbait!!!
    When I first saw Jamie she was all sweaty, and they had just gotten done
running the mile, I say they because I conveniently have a student council
meeting after school that day.  I had arrived just in time for the weight
conditioning.  She was standing at the door to the weightroom waiting on her
chart when I asked another girl who she was.  She told me that her name was
Jaime, I asked what year she was, and Shaw told me she wasn't an
underclassmen, she was only in the eight grade.  You could imagine then my
mouth hitting the ground.  I didn't remember any of the eight graders looking
like that when I was in junior high.  Jamie is 5' 5" and 135 lbs.  with dark
hair and the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen before in my life.
All these qualities, I must say would well accent my 5' 4" 150 pound frame of
muscle.
    Well, with my newly acquired information I knew that I'd best steer clear
from this 14 year old seductress.  I was all clear in my mind, and I was
being somewhat of a good girl, but I couldn't shake the attraction to her.
And the fact that she was in my every footstep didn't help matters at all.
    She was nervous about making the team, and wanted some advice as to wait
the coach was looking for, so naturally I obliged a gave her and a few others
a couple tips, and they promised to love me forever because the all mad the
team.
    With Jamie making the team, I knew would bring temptations for me.  We
were at different practice locations, which helped a little, but when the
actual season came around "James" and I were together all the time.  If it
was sitting together on bus rides, me helping her with homework, me staying
after my games were over to see her play, I was getting in way over my head.
She told me I was her good luck charm, she knew exactly how to play me.  I
was putty in her hands.  I would often think of ways for us to spend time
together, but I knew it would be unacceptable behavior from a captain, so I,
in a sense kept it in my pants.
    It didn't seem all that harmful to me, the two of us being together, I
mean hell she was dating one of my classmates and he was the same age as I
was.  So if anyone was robbing the cradle it was him.  But I knew saying
things like that around her wouldn't earn me brownie points.  So there I was
an 18 year old in love with a 14 year old and scared as hell.  I don't think
she knew my feelings for her, but she sensed the connection between the two
of us and was in a sense playing up to them.
    The entire season it had been hugs, smiles, kisses on the cheeks, and
encouraging statements to one another.  I had kept my hands to myself for 3
1/2 or the duration of the j.v. season.  It was their last game and I guess
she sensed the sadness on my part she sat with me on the ride there and
promised that if the won or lost the game that night she would ride the bus
home.  I told her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted, she told me the last
thing she wanted to remember about that night win or loose, was my smiling
face, which as usual as everything else she says to me, made me melt.
    After their game she kept her promise, she rode the bus home.  They did
indeed win their game, we did also.  Only ours wasn't exciting as theirs.
They went the entire time limit and only reached 6 innings.
    The ride home was quiet because many of the girls rode home with their
parents.  I on the other hand would have much rather walked 80 miles then
ride anywhere with my family.  She sat in the seat across from me and held my
hand for about 15 minutes without saying anything.  Then we talked, hugged,
cried, laughed, and cried again.  She told me she loved me as she always did.
 Then she laid down to sleep.  There I was sitting on the edge of the seat
across from hers, she took her cleats off and placed her feet in my lap.
This action taken by anyone else on that bus probably would have landed me a
stint in ISSP.  But me being the gentlewoman that I am politely gave her a
foot massage.  The best foot rubbing of my life.  I don't know what came over
me but the massage became a foreplay session for me.  I realized it was going
to far when just as I could feel the wetness in my underwear starting to
form.  At that point somebody yelled for the light to be turned on because of
a lost contact.  Only then did I stop.  It was probably for my on good that
that contact was lost at that precise moment.  At that moment James sat up
and smiled at me.  The rest of the way home we sat on the edge of our seats
necking, which thank God wasn't at all obvious to the others.  When we
finally got back to the school I told her we wouldn't loose touch and she
assured me we wouldn't.  I told her that it couldn't happen, she smiled and
hugged me.  And that night I got into my car and drove home alone.  We talked
occasionally, but never about what went on that night on the bus.  It was
probably best that way.  But then again ... the age of consent in our state
is 15, who knows what could happen after that.