Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 18:55:42 -0400 From: J W 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.