Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 15:49:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Carolyn Powers CAROLYN POWERS This is a prequel to a series of stories entitled, "My Teacher, My Lover" that have been posted in the Lesbian College section. This is a fictional lesbian story. The characters existed only in the mind of the author. If you are offended by tales of underage lesbian sex and flirtation, please read no further. (Lesbian Young Friends) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Puberty can be an awkward time in a young girl's life. With hormones releasing in all directions, some girls come out of it too gawky and skinny, while others emerge too fat. During puberty, some noses become inelegantly long or misshapen. Some girls develop zits, while others develop tits that are much larger or much smaller than the other girls, when all they want to do is to fit in. Carolyn Powers was one of those rare girls where everything on her adolescent face and body developed perfectly... and quickly. One night, or so it seemed, Carolyn went to bed a typical 6th grader, and the next morning she woke up a budding beauty, all at the tender age of 12. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Thus, life changed quickly for preteen, Carolyn Powers. It was as if God had suddenly gifted her with a largess of beauty and sex appeal. Already tall for her age at 5'5", with skinny, giraffe-like legs. And then suddenly, without warning, Carolyn began to fill out appealingly in all of the right places. Previously blessed with golden-blonde hair and a gleaming-white smile, Carolyn was now prematurely endowed with a shapely figure to go with her height. Unlike her skinny, shorter, still-maturing friends, Carolyn now had an athletic bubble-butt to go with her well-proportioned legs, and full A-cup breasts. Many of the other 6th grade girls were still fumbling with their training bras. Even dressed in her plaid-skirted grade school uniform, Carolyn was often mistaken for a high school girl of 15 or 16. Overnight, Carolyn became the most popular girl in her elementary school, and older boys were tripping over themselves in seeking her attention. In a store with her mother, people had stopped them to say that, "The pretty girl should be a model, or on TV." While many girls would have been overjoyed, it was all happening way, way, too fast for Carolyn. The 12-year-old felt as though she needed to hold on to something or she would spin off of the planet. Jennifer Ryan was a neighbor that Carolyn had known practically all of her life. A pretty brunette, the 15-year-old was a freshman at Novato High School. The city of Novato is an affluent suburb of San Francisco. Jennifer and Carolyn had been close friends when younger. They would play all manner of sports and games together in their backyards. They began to go their separate ways when Jennifer entered 7th grade. The age difference became too much for Jennifer as her interests and body began to mature. Carolyn, a toothpick-skinny, but pretty-faced 4th grader was left behind. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Carolyn and Jennifer had always played youth soccer. Due to their age differences, they had never been on the same team, but had been part of the same Novato Youth Soccer Organization. Now a freshman, Jennifer played on the JV girls team at Novato High. Several weeks earlier, Carolyn was surprised and thankful when Jennifer invited her to the high school to watch her play. Soon, the two young girls were kicking the ball again in the back yard, just like old times. Carolyn was noticeably pleased that at least one thing had returned back to normal in her life. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> One early Saturday afternoon, 12-year-old Carolyn was in her youth soccer uniform, absently dribbling her soccer ball in her front yard. Seeing Carolyn through her kitchen window, Jennifer stepped from her house to talk to the pretty 6th grader. After a brief chat about school and soccer, Jennifer offered to show Carolyn her new, Italian soccer cleats. Carolyn walked into her house and yelled, "I'm going to Jennifer's." Carolyn had been to Jennifer's house numerous times, and vice versa. Carolyn's mother thought nothing of it. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The 15-year-old and 12-year-old bounded up the stairs to Jennifer's room. Carolyn's cute, blonde ponytail bounced with each step. The house seemed oddly empty. There was no trace of Carolyn's mother or little brother, Jimmy. Looking around, Carolyn asked, "Where is everybody?" Jennifer replied matter-of-factly, "They're in Concord. Jimmy has a soccer match there." Carolyn looked around Jennifer's room for the first time in over two years. Pictures of Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, Ronaldo, and US Women's National Team members, Hope Solo and Abby Wambach, had been replaced by sexier pictures and posters of Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, and US Women's National Team members, Tobin Heath and Alex Morgan in bikinis. Sitting on the floor like they had done as kids, Jennifer proudly showed Carolyn her new, Novato-green Diadora soccer boots. Suddenly, the vibe in the room changed. Jennifer looked deeply and intently at Carolyn, which confused and spooked the 12-year-old. Jennifer pulled the rubber band off of Carolyn's ponytail, and began to wordlessly run her hands through Carolyn's silky, golden hair. "You really are `hot,' Carolyn." Jennifer said at last, moving her hand from Carolyn's soft hair to trace the 6th grader's delicate, blemish-free face. Abruptly, Jennifer began aggressively and sloppily kissing the 12-year-old beauty. Inexperienced with tongue-kissing, the 15-year-old soon had her saliva all over Carolyn's lips and face. Carolyn had, of course, been kissed before, by her mother and aunts, but never anything like this, she thought to herself. Carolyn was scared, and frozen in place by her friend's unexpected behavior. Carolyn wiped her face on her soccer jersey sleeve, as she asked Jennifer: "What the heck was that?" Jennifer backpedaled: "I thought it would be fun if we practiced kissing. That's what girls my age do." Jennifer continued, "If you want to kiss a boy, you want to be prepared, don't you?" Not wanting to appear to her older friend like a little kid, naïve Carolyn assumed that everything that Jennifer had just said made sense. "O.K., then. Do you want to try it again?" Asked Jennifer. Carolyn apprehensively nodded her assent. "O.K.," said Jennifer. "We're going to start again with a regular kiss, and then a French kiss. That's where you use your tongue." Jennifer placed both hands on the 12-year-old's face, giving Carolyn several sweet, gentle, closed-mouth kisses. Carolyn had to admit that Jennifer's soft lips on hers felt strangely pleasurable, and she began to relax. Round Two found Jennifer trying to awkwardly trap Carolyn's young tongue in her eager mouth. "Ew," said Carolyn. "I don't like that." The 6th grader wiped her mouth for the second time. Intimating that Carolyn was still a baby, Jennifer teased the elementary school girl: "When it comes time to kiss a boy and you're not ready, don't blame me." Carolyn was now embarrassed and defensive. "Look at me," Carolyn thought, reflecting on her maturing body. "Do I look like a little baby?" Determined to prove that she was a big girl, Carolyn decided to just shut up and go along. Seeing that her taunting had embarrassed Carolyn, as she wished, Jennifer shifted tactics as she moved in for the kill. "I'm sorry, Carolyn. No more French kisses." said Jennifer. "Let's try one more regular kiss." Carolyn nodded. She had enjoyed those. Once again, holding both sides of Carolyn's face, Jennifer leaned in for a kiss. This one was longer and more passionate, Jennifer's hands roamed across the 6th grader's blonde hair and slender back. The kiss lasted longer than any of the previous ones, Carolyn pulled her head back to get some air. Jennifer gave a friendly laugh, rubbing Carolyn's arm. "That was pretty good," Jennifer said, complimenting Carolyn. "At high school slumber parties," Jennifer went on, "Girls like to compare their boobs. It's fun. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Carolyn thought it an odd suggestion, but she wasn't a high school girl so she didn't know any better. Jennifer looked longingly at Carolyn's luscious, developing breasts which were pressing snugly against the fabric of her soccer jersey, saying, "It looks like you've already got a pretty good head start for a girl your age." Squeezing one of Carolyn's jersey-clad breasts, Jennifer uttered "Beep beep" with a laugh. Jennifer then removed her own blouse and white bra, revealing a charming pair of tan-lined young breasts. They were already well-developed for a 15-year-old. Not waiting for Carolyn to respond or react, Jennifer tugged the 6th grader's soccer jersey over her blonde-haired head. Carolyn was wearing a grey sports bra. Even with the purposely confining sports bra, the bumps on Carolyn's chest were unmistakably impressive for a 6th grader. Carolyn was shocked when her high school friend impulsively lifted Carolyn's sports bra almost up to her neck, revealing her round, wonderfully-symmetrical, full A-cup breasts. Carolyn's nipples were pink, and instantly became hard when exposed to her similarly topless friend. Jennifer sexily squeezed her tan teenage breasts before she began impatiently exploring Carolyn's breasts with her busy hands. Carolyn allowed Jennifer's hands to wander freely on her maturing, pubescent breasts. Carolyn wasn't sure if she was terrified or exhilarated as her older friend salaciously pawed her still-ripening, young boobs. Impetuously, with teenage lesbian lust on her mind, Jennifer lowered her head and placed one of Carolyn's enticing titties into her mouth, gripping the 12-year-old's pink nipple with her teeth. That was one step too far for the increasingly anxious 6th grader. Quickly pulling down her sports bra to cover her breasts, Carolyn hurriedly put her jersey back on and ran out the door and all the way home. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jennifer sat on her bed waiting for the shit to hit the fan! She knew that she had gone way too far and had technically molested a 12-year-old girl who was in the 6th grade. Judging by Jennifer's display of bikini-clad and nearly-nude female celebrities and sports stars on her bedroom walls, Jennifer's mother already suspected her daughter of a same-sex preference, which thus far Jennifer had vehemently denied. Sexually mistreating her little neighbor could get Jennifer expelled, or even sent to a juvenile facility. Jennifer covered her face with her hands as she began to sob in shame and fright. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Racing to her home and running to her bedroom, Carolyn's mother casually asked, "What did you and Jennifer do at her house?" Carolyn breathlessly shouted back in answer, "She showed me her new soccer cleats." Carolyn's mother couldn't see her young daughter's flushed, alarmed face as she closed her bedroom door and fell onto her bed in shock and confusion. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After several hours of quiet, Jennifer began to realize that she had likely dodged a bullet. For whatever reason, it seemed as though Carolyn had not told her mother of Jennifer's sexual indiscretion. Jennifer's mother and brother returned from the soccer match. There was no yelling or angry confrontation. It now seemed pretty certain that Carolyn's mother had not called her mother, or that Carolyn had tattled. Jennifer began to relax. Retiring for the night, Jennifer placed her hand inside her panties. Instead of her normal night-time fantasy involving Alex Morgan eating her pussy, Jennifer's thoughts continued to drift to her mental picture of Carolyn's pretty face and mouth-watering young breasts. Jennifer had known for some time that she preferred girls. She had recently accepted an invitation from a sophomore boy to attend a school dance. It had really just been a ruse to appease her mother and to keep her classmates off of her trail. Although Jennifer genuinely enjoyed playing on the JV soccer team, she most enjoyed showering with the other girl-athletes. Sneaking peeks at pretty, naked girls as old as 18, and as young as 13 or 14 was the highlight of her day. Jennifer was only sorry that she couldn't have a girlfriend. She wanted desperately to date and have sex with a pretty girl, but didn't have the courage to come out just yet. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Carolyn was scared and confused as she laid wide awake. Why didn't she run when Jennifer first tried to kiss her? Why had she enjoyed being kissed by a girl? Why had she let Jennifer touch her boobies? Nothing made much sense. Then the bewildered preteen asked herself, "Do I like girls?" It was true that she had never had much use for boys, and lately when watching "Hannah Montana" on the Disney Channel, she had daydreamed about being kissed by both Miley Cyrus and Emily Osment. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Two days later, upon much reflection, Carolyn apprehensively knocked on Jennifer's door. A soccer ball was in her hand. Jennifer sheepishly opened the front door, expecting to be berated. "Would you like to kick the ball around?" Carolyn asked. "Sure," replied a relieved Jennifer. "Let me grab my cleats." The two young girls wordlessly walked to Jennifer's back yard. They sat together on a low brick wall as Jennifer laced up her cleats. Finally, the silence was broken by the older girl: "Look, I'm sorry for what happened the other day. I guess I got carried away. I promise it won't happen again. I really want to thank you for not telling your mom." Jennifer continued in a soft voice, "Carolyn, since you're so hot, I think I simply forgot that you were still just in the 6th grade. I really am sorry." "Jennifer, are you a lesbian?" Carolyn asked, not accusingly, but more as simply seeking information. "Um, I guess so," said Jennifer, uncomfortably. "Please don't tell anyone," she pleaded with the 12-year-old. "I won't," assured Carolyn. "I think I like girls too." Carolyn turned a bright shade of red at her revelation. The two long-time friends hugged, and began to confide their secrets to each other. Their heavy burdens seemed to fall off of their shoulders. "Did you like kissing me, Carolyn?" Jennifer asked. "Yes, a lot," Carolyn replied, "I guess I've got to get used to that tongue stuff though," Carolyn said with a laugh. It was then agreed that Carolyn would come to Jennifer's house for a sleepover on Saturday night. When asking permission for Carolyn to sleep over, Jennifer's mother was a little surprised that Jennifer was back to hanging out with the grade school girl. Jennifer explained, "I feel bad for blowing her off when I got into junior high and high school. She was my friend, and that wasn't right." Jennifer's mother was proud that her little girl was growing up. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was just like old times for Carolyn at the Ryan house, except that Jennifer's 11-year-old brother, Jimmy, had now clearly developed a crush on the tall, beautiful, blonde-haired 12-year-old. Jennifer's mother did her best to keep Jimmy occupied as the girls watched movies and ate popcorn. Jennifer was amused by her besotted little brother, knowing that she would soon be making out with the pretty, 6th grade girl. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Entering Jennifer's bedroom, things were set up exactly as they had been during earlier sleepovers when they were both children. Carolyn's sleeping bag was laid out on the floor. Both girls knew that Jennifer's mother would knock on the door, and briefly peer in to say goodnight. They would then be undisturbed until morning. Like clockwork, Jennifer's mother wished them a cheerful good night. Carolyn was lying in her sleeping bag as she said good night. Jennifer's mother was happy that Carolyn was back in Jennifer's life. Carolyn was always such a nice, polite little girl. Like everyone else, she marveled at how much Carolyn had physically matured. She could certainly understand why Jimmy was infatuated with her. She wouldn't have been at all unhappy if they dated once they got to be a little older. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Carolyn quietly unzipped her sleeping bag and crawled into Jennifer's snug, single bed. Jennifer was wearing a long, cotton nightshirt, which she quickly removed. She was not wearing panties underneath. Jennifer's breasts rose sprightly from her athletic, young chest as she welcomed Carolyn into her small bed with a naked hug and gentle kiss on the lips. Carolyn was wearing a cute, age-appropriate two-piece, pink and white, cotton shorts and top set. Carolyn returned Jennifer's kiss with a shy, nervous, giggle, as Jennifer placed the 12-year-old atop her naked breasts. Carolyn could feel her pink nipples stiffen beneath her soft, cotton top as her warm body made contact with Jennifer's enticing, bare breasts. Asking permission with her eyes, Jennifer began to slowly unbutton the 6th grader's nightie top. Jennifer was savoring every exciting moment before viewing Carolyn's maturing breasts for a second time. Carolyn's breasts, as Jennifer knew, were much more developed than normal for a girl of her young age. Round, full A-cups, Jennifer looked on in wordless admiration before her hands began to rub and knead the 12-year-old's adolescent boobs. Jennifer squeezed and pinched Carolyn's raised pink nipples. Carolyn tried to stifle a combination gasp and giggle as Jennifer enveloped one of Carolyn's breasts into her greedy mouth. Jennifer's brunette hair vigorously swished across Carolyn's young bosom, tickling her as Jennifer vigorously licked, sucked, and kissed Carolyn's ripening youthful breasts. Carolyn occupied herself by petting Jennifer's long, brunette hair as her 15-year-old friend focused her attentions and eager mouth on Carolyn's nubile breasts. At last, coming up for air, Jennifer propped herself up on an arm as she continued to explore Carolyn's upper torso with her restless hands. Jennifer sat up, rubbing her firm, post-pubescent breasts. Carolyn looked on with interest before Jennifer leaned into the youngster, placing a nipple on Carolyn's lips. Carolyn licked and sucked awkwardly, trying to emulate what Jennifer had done. Before Carolyn could stop her, Jennifer had removed her pink and white pajama shorts. "No, Jennifer, no," Carolyn quietly hissed as Jennifer's hand poked at Carolyn's young slit through her little girl panties. "I agreed to make out," said Carolyn. "But you promised not below the waist." Carolyn's firm breasts jiggled indignantly as she placed both hands protectively over her white cotton panties with little pink hearts. "I'm sorry. You're right," Jennifer whispered. She'd gone too far with her little friend to have her run home now. Jennifer raised her hands as if to surrender. Carolyn gave her a peck on the lips as a thank you for understanding. Crossing her fingers across her heart, Jennifer offered a compromise. "I swear I won't touch it, but can you at least show me your pussy?" Jennifer began to finger her own pussy in anticipation. Carolyn looked on, but was too timid to touch Jennifer's brown-bushed vagina. With some trepidation, Carolyn lifted her attractive, preteen bubble-butt off the bed as she briefly lowered her panties. Jennifer could see the small pink slit below Carolyn's silky, golden pubic hair. With a great deal of difficulty, Jennifer fought the urge to jam her tongue into Carolyn's tempting 12-year-old virgin pussy. Carolyn quickly offered, "You can suck my titties, if you want." The two girls kissed and petted tenderly until the early morning before Carolyn quietly returned to her sleeping bag. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jimmy was disappointed that Carolyn had dressed before coming to breakfast. He had somehow hoped to see the pretty, 6th grade girl dressed in a frilly, sexy nightgown. Jimmy had hornily stroked his penis the night before to the mental images of Carolyn in various stages of undress. Jennifer had enjoyed Carolyn's visit and making out with the beautiful 12-year-old, but she longed for more. Carolyn, at only 12-years-old, was clearly not ready to take things further than kissing and playing with boobs. Jennifer desperately wanted pussy. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Unbeknownst to Carolyn, things had gone much further between Jennifer and her JV soccer coach, Lynn Holloway, or Coach Lynn as she was more commonly known by her players. Coach Lynn was 41-years-old, and an unpaid volunteer coach for the Novato High JV team. A former all-conference player at Santa Clara University, Coach Lynn had an uncanny knack for grooming and seducing high school girls. At another school, she had been caught naked, in the amorous company of an underage player, but things were quickly hushed up and Coach Lynn was allowed to quietly resign. 15-year-old freshman, Jennifer Ryan, had become Coach Lynn's most recent conquest. The older woman seemed to have a sixth sense in spotting lonely teenage girls who could be enticed into lesbian sexual encounters. Jennifer had already proven to be a willing participant. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jennifer lied to her mother, telling her that she was going to the mall with some friends one Saturday afternoon. In fact, Jennifer had arranged for Coach Lynn to pick her up at busy intersection. It was a warm spring day, and Jennifer was dressed in a tank top and small white shorts. Jennifer's legs were a golden tan from a season full of soccer. Jennifer was standing nonchalantly outside of a 7-11 store when a grey sedan with dark tinted windows pulled up, but didn't park. Looking in all directions and satisfied that no one that she knew had seen her, Jennifer opened the passenger door and entered. Even with the heavily tinted windows, the coach and the girl offered no signs of outward affection before the car drove off. Once safely on the road and headed to her apartment, Coach Lynn said: "Jen, I'm glad that you could make it." Jennifer was silent as the coach's hand drifted up from the 15-year-old's bare thigh to her crotch. Coach Lynn's eyes stayed on the road as she softly rubbed her hand between Jennifer's legs. "Your mother didn't suspect anything?" Coach Lynn asked in a slightly concerned voice. Jennifer wordlessly shook her head "no." "Good," said the older woman. "We're going to have a good time. I promise you." Jennifer smiled as they drove the short distance to Coach Lynn's apartment. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Parking the car safely in the garage area, the two females exited without being seen by any potentially nosy neighbors. Once inside the apartment, Coach Lynn pressed the pretty brunette against a wall and began French-kissing the teenager. The coach's hands quickly rose from underneath Jennifer's tank top as if radar-guided. Jennifer continued kissing the older woman as she felt her nicest, sexiest bra being anxiously pawed. Coach Lynn's fingers desperately reached beneath the bra cups in search of soft, teenage flesh. Coach Lynn hurriedly removed Jennifer's tank top and threw it across a chair. Her eager mouth plunged into Jennifer's 15-year-old cleavage. Jennifer was still pressed against the wall, dressed in small white shorts and a bra when Coach Lynn snaked her hand beneath Jennifer's shorts and panties, finding her prize with her impatient fingers. Jennifer moaned softly as the soccer coach finger-fucked her against the apartment wall. In Jennifer's imagination it was pretty, 12-year-old Carolyn's fingers that were inside of her. The teenager protested that she was uncomfortable with being pressed against the wall. Coach Lynn eventually relented. With her eyes, the older coach pointed to the nearby bedroom. As she walked to the bedroom, Jennifer removed her bra. Coach Lynn's mouth watered as she admired Jennifer's mature, tan-lined breasts. Unwilling to wait for Jennifer to reach the bedroom, Coach Lynn impatiently stopped the teenager from behind, and clutched and kneaded Jennifer's proud, firm boobs in her hands, while at the same time pressing her crotch firmly against Jennifer's athletic ass. At age 41, Coach Lynn was no longer the svelte athlete that she had once been. Her formerly athletic body was not unattractive, but had become fleshy in places. Her dark hair was only shoulder length, so as to be easier to manage. Coach Lynn wore very little makeup, and usually kept her large breasts bound in a sports bra. To be perfectly honest, Coach Lynn had that stereotypically "dykey" look. In the ultra-liberal Bay Area, it would be considered very bad form to question her sexual preference... or any intentions that she might have with the young girls that she coached. As the coach began to undress, she thought of the numerous teenage girls that she had previously seduced. She knew that her looks were no longer enough to attract young girls, so she had changed her tactics to prey on the lonely, self-conscious girls that often felt ignored. Many were actually straight, but hungered for any type of affection and attention. Other girls, like Jennifer, were closeted teenage lesbians, or "Baby Lez's," as they were known by the older women. Coach Lynn preferred kinky sex with her young pupils. The sex was usually "pretend-rough." The fantasy was more important to the coach rather than inflicting actual pain. Jennifer thought the whole role-playing thing was silly, but the important part was having her pussy licked skillfully by the older woman Before lying naked on the bed, the brunette teenager tied her hair up behind her head. She soon saw what was in store for her as the coach buckled herself into a strap-on. Coach Lynn's large boobs sagged as she stood admiring her naked, teenage sex partner. Climbing onto the bed, coach Lynn spit into her hand and rubbed it into the 8" black dildo for lubrication. There would be little foreplay that afternoon as the older woman positioned Jennifer on her knees with her head down braced against a pillow. After a few aggressive thrusts into Jennifer's pussy with her fingers, coach Lynn drove the dildo deeply and uncharacteristically roughly into the 15-year-old soccer player. Jennifer grunted and groaned as the older coach vigorously assailed the teenager's pussy. After several minutes of severe pounding, coach Lynn removed the dildo and began furiously rimming Jennifer's rectum with her experienced tongue before plunging deeply into Jennifer's virgin anus with the large dildo. Jennifer felt like she was being torn in half, and tried to remove herself from the unpleasant situation. Coach Lynn was bigger and stronger and held her teenage prize firmly in places as she continuously plowed Jennifer for an agonizingly prolonged period of time. Jennifer collapsed in tears onto the bed when the dyke coach finally relented and withdrew. "That wasn't cool," Jennifer finally said. "You could have warned me." "Sorry," the coach said somewhat insincerely. She had fucked dozens of high school girls by then. Drilling their young asses with a dildo was a personal fetish of hers. "I know something that will make you feel better," the coach promised. Crawling between Jennifer's legs, the 41-year-old began to deliver the best oral sex that the teenager had ever received. Closing her eyes, Jennifer imagined that it was pretty, 12-year-old Carolyn that was licking and probing her teenage pussy. Jennifer was not under any illusions that she was in love with coach Lynn. However, she enjoyed the sex and was glad that they hadn't been caught or outed. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toward the end of the school year, Jennifer was told by her mother that she had accepted a much better job in Southern California and that the family would be moving within two weeks. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jennifer was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to watch Carolyn turn into the beautiful teen she was destined to become, and knew that it would be unlikely that she would to be the first to stick her tongue into Carolyn's blonde-maned pussy. The two girls stayed in touch via email for several months before their correspondence began to wane due to the long distance between them. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this great site.