Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 06:38:32 -0400 From: J W Subject: Soccer Practice 3 I have been encouraged by a couple of e-mails to continue this story. I don't like abrupt transitions and out of character behaviors, so I felt I needed to set the scene for Amanda's mother and her soccer coach to `discover' each other. If you don't like extended build ups without a `bang' at the end you might want to skip this segment. Part 4 will be more `dynamic'. ******************************************************************************** Soccer practice wasn't the same. Amanda's normal pin point passing was way off. Her usually reliable corner was as likely to hit the side of the goal as it was to go screaming out to mid field. Liz recognized the signs of a distracted player and said very little. Amanda's team mates were supplying more than enough constructive criticism. Amanda was having an awful time keeping her eyes off her coach. Consequently Liz was becoming the target of many of her kicks. `Look at your target then strike the ball' the words repeated in the young girl's head like a mantra. The problem was she'd look at her intended target, and then somewhere in the intervening instant her eyes would go in search of Coach Nelson. More than once the former soccer star turned coach had to head a ball, that should have been nowhere near her, back into play. The rest of the team had not realized that almost all of Mandy's errant shots wound up struck toward the coach or they might have made the connection. All the other girls knew was that it appeared that their best player had totally lost it. Liz blew her whistle and shouted the next drill. As the girl's ran to their positions Liz intercepted her star and lover and put her arm around Mandy's shoulder. Mandy's head was down her hands on her knees breathing heavily from the exertion. "Sweetheart you've got to concentrate" she implored. Sweat streamed from every pore of the young woman's body, but when she looked up there was no mistaking the large teardrops that were running down Amanda's cheeks. The girl's heart was breaking. She felt she'd let her coach and her team down. `What if it was only a practice? What was practice for if not to hone and develop the skills you would use in the actual contest? If this was the display of those skills God help us'. "It's OK honey I know how hard it is..." Liz soothed as Mandy's eyes returned to the ground. A new resolve well up within her adolescent body and she charged to her practice position. Her team mates were startled by the change. Suddenly the passes were crisp and the shots took on their former laser like accuracy. Liz smiled with a tear forming in the corner of her own eye; `she's really got it!' Sounding her whistle again coach Nelson announced "cool down ladies." Each of her players began the stretching routine she had taught them. Liz scanned the team observing the technique of each of her girls but her eyes spent an inordinate amount of time watching the supple body of the team member who probably needed the least attention. Watching those slender soft thighs she had been between only a few days ago sent a shiver up miz Nelson's spine. She jumped when Cathy Sullivan's hand touched her shoulder. Looking into Amanda's mother's eyes a wave of guilt swept through her. "What's wrong Liz, bad practice?" realizing that her face was contorted by her feelings at that moment she had to remind herself; `she can't read my mind.' "No, no, not bad; Mandy was a little off her game for a while but I think she got it sorted out at the end." Liz said through her cover girl smile. "I don't know how to thank you for letting Amanda stay with you the other night." "Oh nonsense! We had a great time." Liz returned, pretty sure she was blushing. "I should thank you for letting her stay." And she meant THAT sincerely. "She hasn't been the same girl since." Liz felt her stomach do a little flip; `that could mean at least a million things'. "She seems so much more up beat... I don't know... alive" Cathy continued. `She's in love for the first time' Liz thought with no conceit. "I wanted to give you this." Missus Sullivan said holding out a beautifully wrapped package. Liz reached out to accept the offering. "Oh this is so completely unnecessary!" Liz proclaimed but graciously took the parcel. "It really is nothing." Cathy said minimizing the gift "It's a promotional package the cosmetics company I work for puts together. If there's anything in there you really like just let me know and I'll get you a full sized tube or whatever." Cathy could not believe the reaction she always had around this woman. `She's so amazingly gorgeous and her body was to die for.' Amanda's mother felt a shiver as Liz's fingers lingered on hers in accepting the gift. "Well thank you very much." Liz said and their eyes met. Liz's experienced eye thought she saw something a little more there. Cathy felt her knees were suddenly weak but it was more than that, more than just the beauty and grace. They looked into each others eyes for a thrilling moment. Cathy finally had to look away and was pleased to have the distraction of Amanda jogging at a steady pace toward them. "I'd like to invite you to our place for dinner. That's my real thank you." Cathy said but found she wasn't able to look into those hazel eyes as she said it. With the thirty-something mom looking away Liz took liberties with her gaze. `What a tight little body she has. Her pert butt pushing out against that light silk dress and those firm little boobies so amazingly high for her age. Did I see longing in those clear blue eyes or is it just wishful thinking.' Elizabeth gave her head a figurative shake before replying "As I said there's really no thanks necessary, but I'd love to come for dinner sometime." "How's Friday for you?" Cathy asked hopefully. "Oh, let me check my calendar" Liz joked searching for the nonexistent pockets in her soccer shorts. Both women laughed and the tension that had been hanging between them broke. ""Friday would be great!" the coach agreed. "About seven?" "I'm looking forward to it." Elizabeth Nelson proclaimed as she returned her focus to her departing team. "Wonderful, see you then!" Cathy called over her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around her daughter and headed for the parking lot. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In her bed that night, Cathy Sullivan struggled with her feelings for her daughter's soccer coach. The woman's reputation and the fact that Mandy was so enthralled with her was one thing. The magnificent job she had done at drawing out her daughter's apparent talent commanded a high level of respect. But did she have to be so God damn beautiful? Since her husband's death four years ago the young soccer mom had literally not looked at another man. Her job brought her in contact with women almost exclusively and she had found that strangely comforting. She had no desire to try to replace Ted. She had loved him so dearly, and now he was gone it seemed that phase of her life had gone with him. There were the natural urges of course that's why she had a well hidden drawer full of toys. The urges hadn't been as strong in the last year or so. The practically daily, sometimes twice daily visits to the pleasure chest had been reduced to every other day, sometimes less. Fantasies about sex with another woman on the other hand were not new at all. She'd had them since she was a teenager. Ted was aware of them and the idea seemed to turn him on, but they were much too straight laced to actually consider bringing the fantasy to reality. Occasionally in her work a woman would spark something in her, but Cathy would always suppress it. First because she had no idea how to pursue the dream and second and maybe more important that she was always conscious of how she would be able to carry on a business relationship with someone who was also a lover. Now as she lay there in the big empty bed trying to rationalize her feelings for Elizabeth Nelson all she could really do was picture those awesome breasts. She'd always been a `sucker' for big boobs. In all of her fantasies with other women they always had incredible chests. Maybe a couple of years in psychotherapy could explain why, but it didn't mater big tits made her pussy twitch `hey that sort of rhymes' the realization amused her. As she turned her conflicted feelings over in her mind, her hand had strayed down to the crotch of her cotton panties. Experienced fingers explored the protruding lips through the thin fabric. The familiar but sadly infrequent glow was starting in her lower belly. Cathy's other hand instinctively slid up her rib cage and cupped her bare B cup breast. She sighed as she felt the areola that was too large for her modest boob pucker and push its center treasure out. Her nipples had always been a great source of pleasure but after nursing Amanda they had gotten so much bigger and more sensitive. They were now frequently a source of embarrassment when they asserted their presence through her clothes. Cathy had taken to wearing padded bras to reduce the spectacle her nipples tried to create. Right now she was reveling in their sensitivity, very gently running her finger tips over the surging peaks, marveling at how long and hard they got. Her fingers strumming over her panty clad vulva competed for attention. A vision of Liz Nelson shimmered behind her closed eye lids. In her mind it was now the soccer star's fingers that teased her nipple. It was Liz Nelson's long slender fingers that displaced the crotch of her panties and slipped between her slippery labia; the climax came so suddenly that she had no time to prepare for it. Cathy rolled on her side groaning and clutching her mound. The brilliant white light faded quickly as sleep enveloped her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Amanda arrived home from school Friday afternoon and raced up the stairs. Her excitement that coach Nelson was coming for dinner had her walking on air all day. She almost whizzed by the half open door of her mother's bedroom, but she slowed enough to glance inside and pulled up short. Cathy Sullivan was standing in front of the free standing full length dressing mirror in the far corner of the room. It wasn't the fact that her mother was standing in front of the mirror that froze the teenager it was what she was wearing. Her mother was standing in profile to the mirror, thankfully facing away from the door, apparently admiring her butt which was not at all covered by the black lacy thong she was wearing. Mandy gasped at the sight. On top her mother wore a similarly lacy black bra. Not that the girl was by any means and expert on her mother's undergarment choices, but she wouldn't have thought of her in a thong. The firm round buttocks were startlingly white framed first by the pale bathing suit tan lines, and then by the stark black ribbons that held the crotch piece of the thong in place. Mandy was shocked and embarrassed to feel a twitch between her legs, but she continued to watch with growing admiration. The older woman turned more face on to the mirror. The angles were all in her daughter's favor. Missus Sullivan's view in the mirror had the bed as a background; the door was in the other direction. Mandy had a perfect view of her mothers back with it pert hills and a full frontal view in the reflection. The teenager had to put her hand to her mouth to quiet a gasp when her mother's hands slid up over the satin and lace cups of the bra and pinched the protrusions at the center of those glossy black cups. She heard her mother grunt very faintly as she teased her sensitive nipples. The teenager was once again surprised to feel a spasm in her pussy. Confused and a little horrified by her reaction she scurried to her room and closed the door softly. Cathy felt the sensation she associated with her vulva beginning to engorge and swell and knew she had to stop if she intended to wear this thong tonight. The soccer mom's body gave a shudder of disappointment as she retrieved the black cocktail dress from the dressing rack beside the mirror. Stepping into it she zipped up the sexy little high waisted number. After adjusting the straps Cathy turned to right profile back to face on then on to left profile, twisting enough to see how her buns were displayed. Allowing her eyes to proceed down to the hem at her mid thigh and on to her well shaped calves that she sometimes thought were her best feature. `No need for concern there' she concluded. Bring her eyes back up to the bust line, she paused on her nemesis. She had always felt her boobs were too small to be really sexy. `I'm much better from the waist down'. In an uncharacteristically bold move Cathy loosed the zipper and dropped the straps of the dress. Lowering her head she fumbled with the hooks momentarily before releasing the satin and lace and tossing it in the general direction of the bed. Repositioning and fastening the silky material of the dress the soon to be hostess reprised her appearance review. Her still slightly agitated nipples made their presence evident. `Why not? I may not have the greatest boobs in the world but I got world class nips. Why not show them off?' the thought of Elizabeth Nelson admiring her nipples this evening sent a surge between her legs. Now that she was satisfied with her attire; she quickly stripped out of the dress and seated herself at the make up table. If there were anyone more expert at applying make up than Mandy's mother you'd be hard pressed to find them. With expertise came speed. Less than ten minutes later Cathy pursed her dusty rose lips one last time, stood up from the table and threw on a dressing gown. Heading for the kitchen she called out "Amanda where are you?" "Here mom!" came an unexpectedly quick reply from right behind her. When she turned around the sight took her breath away. Amanda was standing in the middle of the hall outside the bathroom door naked. The Sullivan's had always been relaxed about nudity but they weren't nudists. Though the thought was very far from her mind at that moment it had been six or maybe eight months since Cathy had seen her daughter naked. The thought that did cross her mind if only fleetingly was; `they grow up so fast!' Mandy stood grinning from ear to ear but her mother didn't notice the expression on her face. She did notice that her daughter's breasts were definitely bigger than hers already and she had the most adorable plump pink areolas surrounding the darker button centers. Her gaze swept down the athletic teenaged form just beginning to exhibit the classic hour glass shape. Her very sparsely haired mound was her final destination. The protrusion of the inner labia, looking so pink and fresh sent an unwanted shiver through the soccer mom's crotch. "Don't dawdle sweetheart. I may need your help." Cathy managed to choke out as she tore her eyes away. "I won't mom. I'll be down in ten minutes." Amanda confirmed and her mother was not even aware that her daughter had hardly paused in her progression from the bathroom to her bedroom while for her it had seemed like minutes. Amanda rummaged in her closet. All her dresses were so childish! She saw what her mom was going to wear hang beside her dressing mirror. She so wanted to have something that sexy. She just didn't have anything remotely close to sexy. Finally in resignation she chose a flannel shorts and top set that was a little too small. The scooped top hugged her boobs pretty tightly and the shorts hugged her ass like a coat of paint. When she headed toward the door of her bedroom she gave serious reconsideration to not wearing panties. The seam in the shorts pressed right into her crack and grazed her dormant clit with attention getting regularity. `I can always put some on later if I have to' she reasoned as she bounced down the stairs. "What can I do mom?" she said as she entered the open concept kitchen. "You can go ahead and cut up some peppers for me honey." Her mother replied, not daring to look at her daughter. Her pussy was already threatening to get juicy with the thought of their impending guest any more stimulation was not prudent. Mandy was very familiar with the meal her mother was preparing and moved easily from one task to the other until everything was ready. The stir fry owed its unique character to how the chicken was marinated. When everything was ready to go in the wok her mother announced "OK sweetie I'm going to finish getting ready now." It was six thirty. The soccer mom returned resplendent in the empire waisted cocktail dress sans bra. Although it was a little out of fashion she looked stunning. Her legs were bare but she wore high heeled black patent leather pumps to accent her most saleable asset. Retiring to the living room with a glass of white wine Cathy tried her best to compose herself. "God mom you look great! Her teenaged daughter exclaimed as she entered the living room. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were going out on a date." In Cathy's mind this was a date. She wanted to impress the gorgeous soccer coach to the max. "Thanks honey. I don't really have an excuse to get dressed up very often, so I thought I'd take advantage of the company coming." At that opportune moment the doorbell rang. Mandy sprinted for the door as if her life depended on getting there before the chimes sounded again. Elizabeth Nelson stood there in all her statuesque glory. Even before the teenager opened the screen door she was enraptured by the vision. The white silk blouse ended just below her jutting breasts below that she wore a caramel colored leather pants that hugged her impossibly tightly. Aside from when she had seen her nude, Mandy could not imagine a more spectacular view of her coach's magnificent body. Amanda opened the door but was incapable of words at that moment. Fortunately her mom rose from the couch and approached the open door. "You're so punctual." Amanda's mom chirped as she approached the ravishing creature on their door step. "I try." Liz responded as she passed through the door way and into Cathy's view. She now knew why her daughter was speechless. Those magnificent tits were displayed to perfection inside a lacy bra that virtually held them out on a platform. The sheer blouse she wore covered her shoulders and was tied under her remarkable bust and was almost redundant. Every crease and contour below her waist was defined by the light brown leather pants. Cathy marveled `how in the world does she get them on? They could have been painted'. Then without warning or supposition ` I wonder how hard it is to get them off'; Cathy felt a tingle in her groin as she accepted the coach's hand in a somewhat firm shake. "Mandy would you mind getting your coach a glass of wine while I finish preparing dinner." Punching the button on the microwave and cranking the burner under the wok to high Cathy rapidly put the finishing touches on their stir fry meal. During dinner Cathy extracted the Readers' Digest version of Elizabeth's life, and offered enough of her own life story to prevent it from seeming like an interrogation. "That was delicious!" Liz Nelson announced scooping the last of the rice from her plate. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it." Cathy responded as they all adjourned they're forks to the empty plates. "Mandy would you mind clearing up while your coach and I get better acquainted." "Sure mom" Amanda replied feeling a pang that she would much, much later recognize as jealousy. "Come on Liz, let's make ourselves comfortable." Leading their guest to the living room again, Cathy took one end of the three seater couch while Liz took the other. Cathy was trying not to gaze at the amazing bossom as hard as Liz was trying not to stare at her host's legs. "I really don't know anything about soccer. I watch the games and I understand when the ball goes in the net but aside from that I'm a complete moron" Cathy confided as they sat at opposite ends of the sofa. "Some understanding of the rules is required to really appreciate the game." Liz replied and turned to face her host bringing her left leg bent at the knee up into the space between them. The soccer coach's vulva was so clearly defined against the tight leather britches that Cathy almost swooned at the sight. "It seems like Amanda has real talent so I should really learn more about the game." Cathy said this while rotating toward her guest. Her right leg tucked under her left thigh and butt. The short cocktail dress strained to cover her upper thigh. Liz felt a tremor from her pussy that was being so sweetly compressed by the seam of her leather pants. `The wet spot never shows through these!" she congratulated herself. The expanse of tender white thigh was a signal Liz thought. `She wants me'. It was not a new situation for the one time world class athlete. Liz thought if she dipped her head just a little she's catch sight of missus Sullivan's panty covered crotch. Just then Amanda rejoined them, depositing herself in the facing lounge; the camel toe clearly visible to both women. "If you're really serious about learning the game I could give you a tutorial." Liz offered "That's a good idea since I only have the vaguest idea what offside is." Cathy confessed as she rotated a bit further exposing the sheer crotch of her very damp thong. "Why don't you come over to my house for lunch on Monday and I'll show you a few things" "It's a deal" the soccer mom agreed as they continued to tantalize each other. Cathy was titillated by the bargain she'd entered into but Liz was absolutely certain where this was leading. A plan was already taking shape behind her sparkling hazel eyes.