Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 18:35:03 +0000 From: gymcoachnj@tutanota.com Subject: "Victoria's Gymnastics Competition Meltdown" "Victoria's Gymnastics Competition Meltdown" A Short Fictional Fantasy By N.J. English © 2021 All Rights Reserved DISCLAIMER: The following story is completely fictional in nature and does not describe any real people, places or situations. The following content is sexually explicit in nature, and if such material offends you or is illegal for you to view, please discontinue reading and destroy now. ### I can't even begin to explain how much I hate competition days. I have to wake up extra early (4:30 AM today!) to get ready, get everything in my car, and start driving to the competition venue. This particular competition is about five hours away in Boston. I get dressed, throwing on my navy-blue long sleeve "coach" shirt. I grab my competition paperwork from the kitchen table, with all of my team rosters, rotation schedules and daily itineraries ready to go. Finally, I get my cup of coffee form the countertop, and I head out the door. Around 10:00 AM, I arrive at the doors of this huge convention center. All jokes aside, it looks like the size of a college campus. I take a deep breath before I open the door and walk in. The moment I walk in, there's some peppy looking women at a table labeled "registration," so I feel like that's a safe place to go first. They ask if I'm a spectator, coach or athlete, which I think is a pretty funny joke considering I don't look anything like the athlete I once was. I tell them I'm a coach, the name of my team, and they hand me my little I.D. badge. From there, I walk through a few more sets of doors until I arrive in the main convention center. The moment I walk through the door, there are literally hundreds of young girls, maybe between 7 and 15 years old. Right now, everyone's in their warm-up attire, which consists of fitted jackets and skin-tight yoga pants fitted right over their competition leotards. There are a couple things that I love about the look of warm-up pants on a young gymnast. First, I love that a nice tight leotard really holds a young ass into a high, round shape. I always tell my girls that "gymnasts don't jiggle," but that doesn't always have to be the case, does it? What I love even more is seeing the outline of the leotard through the warm-up pants. It's kind of like seeing a young girl with visible panty lines, but I know there's no underwear - it's just that skimpy little competition leotards. And these beautiful leotards come in all shapes, designs and colors. Just at a quick glance, I can see some that are hot pink, some that are black, and some that are this perfect tangerine color. Some of them are a little higher cut than others and show a little bit more leg. I feel that familiar feeling stirring between my legs, but I decide that right now isn't the time or place to be getting excited, so I focus on the task at hand, and I go to my designated area, and wait for my gymnasts to show up so that we can begin the warm-up. A few of my gymnasts are already here and ready to go, and more are strolling in with each passing moment. My gymnasts wear a black long sleeve leotard with pink and white designs, and rhinestones up and down the leotard. Their warm-up pants, just like most of the other teams, are solid black spandex pants that they wear over top of their leotards before they begin competing. Now that everyone's here, we work our way to the floor to stretch out and warm up. As they're jogging around the floor, I begin to notice that everyone has done a little bit of make-up for their first competition of the season. It's not too much, but a bit of lipstick, a little mascara, and it's really made them look a little more grown up. Once we're done running, I tell everyone that they can take off their warm-up pants, because they're going to get too hot as we actually start warming up. As they stretch through various positions, you can see every inch of their preteen bodies in these leotards. The girl that is leading the stretching routine, Victoria, is one of my favorites, because she's a little flirty for her age, and she's always hanging all over me. She's right in front of me, legs together, bending in half straight forward at the hips. As she bends over, her leotard begins to ride more toward the center of her cute butt, and you can see tan lines from where she normally wears her bathing suit (a small little bikini, for sure!). You can also see the leotard outline the beautiful shape of her young private parts. Surely, she's excited for her first competition this year, but just how excited is she? You can see the outline of each of her lips right in the middle of her perfectly formed, muscular legs. She's twelve years old, soon to be thirteen, and she's one of the most incredible gymnasts I've ever had the pleasure of coaching and watching mature. We get through the stretching warm-up. Now, we take turns rotating around through each of the four competitive events (vault, uneven bars, balance beam and floor exercise) taking time to warm up on each event, making sure that we're ready to execute each and every routine, hopefully with as few falls and deductions as possible. Ideally, I'd love to see every single girl get a bunch of bronze and silver medals on every event, and to qualify for the state championships. On our last warm-up, balance beam, I notice that Victoria's about to jump up and go, so I turn to watch and make sure everything is okay. She jumps up on the balance beam and starts to try her routine. She does her first tumbling pass, and it's absolutely perfect. She does her full turn, and as she's trying to complete it, I see her foot that's on the beam start to slip off the side; in just an instant, as if it's happening in slow motion, I see Victoria fall right off the side of the balance beam, and land in a heap on the landing mat. She looks over to me and we lock eyes, and I can see that her eyes are already watering, and she's ready to cry. She turns away and speed walks in away from the balance beam. I move into action quickly, asking another coach to look over the rest of the warm-up period, while I go to make sure Victoria is okay. I saw which direction she took off in, but honestly, I have no idea where she is. I start jogging to try to catch up with her. I spot another one of my gymnasts, Brooke, and I ask her if she's seen where Victoria ran off to. "I think she just went into the girls' bathroom." Fuck. I can't go into the girls' bathroom. I stand for a few minutes in front of the bathroom door, because I don't know what to do. I decide that it's okay if I knock, just to make sure that she is actually in there. "Victoria? V? Are you in the bathroom?" I can hear faint crying and sniffling through the door, so I'm pretty sure she's in there. "V? Is anyone else in there with you?" Again, she doesn't answer me. I'm just going to go for it. Hopefully there's no one else in there, because it's not a great look for a male gymnastics coach to go barreling into the girls' bathroom. ### I open the door to the girls' room, and I lock the door behind me. It may seem like an odd thing to do, but I don't want anyone else to walk in and to draw their own conclusions about what's going on. It's then that I see Victoria, standing in front of the mirror, tears streaming down her face. Her eye makeup is running down her cheeks, leaving long black streaks across her face. As I start to walk over toward her, she immediately turns to me and gives me a huge, tight hug, squeezing me in between her arms. I hate to even admit it, but just this hug is enough to give me a huge erection. I can feel her pressing her just-developing chest against my front side, and feeling the soft, skin-tight spandex on her back as I hold her. Everything about this moment is perfect. We stand there for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word, just holding onto one another for comfort. My cock is rock hard for the entire time. Finally, she pulls away from me. She looks up to me and we begin to talk. "I know you had a tough warm-up on beam, but that doesn't mean that you can't do it. You can still do well in the competition. Sometimes a bad warm-up is just a bad warm-up." "I know, I've just been having a terrible day; I woke up late, the stretching didn't feel great, and I've done terrible on all four warm-ups. I just can't do anything right today." "Listen. Just by showing up today, you've done a lot right. You're a young, talented, beautiful girl who's got a lot going for her." "You think that I'm beautiful?" It's in that moment that I know I'm caught in a sort of trap. I'd just called her beautiful, and she was going to make me say it again. "Yes, V. Of course I think you're beautiful." She pauses and absorbs that for a moment, and then she turns around away from me. "Coach, you know, I think I'm almost ready to go back out there, but my shoulders are a little sore from falling off the beam. Do you think you could just rub my shoulders really quick?" I know that my answer should be know, but I feel something stirring inside of me, from deep within my being, that forces me to say yes. Before I know it, my hands are up on her shoulders, rubbing deep into her muscles. At random intervals, I hear her let out a soft moan, and I know that I'm doing a great job. I move my hands slowly down her back, massaging the muscles in her upper and lower back. I can't control my excitement, and there's a huge visible bulge showing through my sweatpants. Thank God the door is locked and thank God she's facing away from me. To be this close to an amazing, tight preteen body, it does something to you, something almost animal, that kicks in. She cracks her neck to both sides, and then without hesitating, she asks me to keep massaging her. "Do you think you could rub my abs? They're just super sore from this last week of practices. You really worked us hard." She let out this sort of side smile, and I chuckle in response. I take her by the shoulders, and I turn her body toward me. This is the first time that she's able to see the huge bulge in my pants, which she knows is because of her. Now, I'm face to face with her, and her hands are placed on top of my shoulder. My hands are right under her rib cage, massaging her ab muscles on the sides of her stomach. She's in just a leotard, and you can see the muscles through her black and pink leotard. At this point, the tears are gone, and they've been replaced with physical relaxation and relief. In order for me to really get into her lower abs, I drop to my knees, and suddenly I'm inches away from her perfect young hips and her preteen private parts. I can literally feel the heat radiating from her pelvis as my hands make contact right above her hips. "You know, Coach, on second thought, I think my abs are okay, it's really the outside of my hips that are bothering me. Do you think you can - " And before she even finishes the sentence, I reach my hands around her hips, and I grab both of her perfectly round butt cheeks and I give them the tightest squeeze that I can. She lets out the loudest moan I've ever heard as she's both surprised and excited, confused and aroused. She puts her hands on top of my head, as if trying to steady herself on her feet. "Ungh, that feels amazing. Please keep going." I continue to squeeze and massage her entire ass in my hands, feeling through the pink backside of her leotard. I make a bold move, and I run my hands up and underneath the creases of her leotard, putting my hands right on her skin. You can feel the muscles that make up her perfectly shaped butt, surely the result of years of squats and lunges that I've been prescribing. I can feel the cum dripping from my cock inside of my pants, and I don't know how much longer I can go before it shoots off itself. Victoria's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and I know that she's never experienced anything like this. I don't think she knows exactly what it is that she's feeling, but she knows that she likes it. She takes the hands that are on my head, and she pulls my head in toward her private parts. At this exact moment, I have never wanted anything more in the world. This moment is everything that I've ever wanted to experience. Through her leotard, I use my tongue to explore the inside of her thighs. I lick at her private parts, feeling each individual lip of her labia with my tongue, and feeling her ever-swelling clit through that thin fabric, the only thing separating me from absolute heaven. I pull the leotard to the side, and reveal the most wet, most perfect preteen pussy that could ever exist. Everything about it is perfect. It's perfectly pink, dripping with excitement, and has the exact preteen smell that you'd expect it to. It looks as if no one has ever touched it before. But if that's the case, that's definitely about to change. I dive deeper with my tongue, probing deep into her body, while continuing to feel her up from behind with my hands. Truth be told, I never thought I'd be in this situation, but I have never felt more satisfied in my life. It's at this moment that she looks down to me and she asks "Coach, you know what you're doing right?" "Of course I do, but are you sure this is what you want to do?" "I don't know why, but I've never wanted to do anything more." I stand up to my feet, I turn her around, and I push her back up against one of the bathroom sinks. I lean her back a little, and I move my mouth toward hers. As our lips lock, I feel my tongue brush against the cool metal of her braces. Her lips have the perfect plumpness, almost as if they were two balloons, inflated to the perfect pressure. My tongue dances around hers, and the inside of her mouth is so warm, so incredible. "Lift up your arms" I tell her. She complies, and I remove the leotard from the top half of her body. What it reveals is a body that looks like it shouldn't belong to a girl this young. Her slightly tanned skin is surely thanks to her Moroccan heritage, and her shape is thanks to the gymnastics, thanks to me, really. I've created this absolute model of perfection, and now I'm getting to reap the rewards of my years of hard work and dedication. Moving my mouth away from hers, I keep my tongue ready, and I begin to lick down her front side, playing with each nipple in my mouth. I stay there just long enough to make her little budding breasts hard, and then move on. I trace circles around her belly button with my tongue. Again, spinning her around, Victoria grabs onto the sink with both hands, bent slightly forward at the waist. I'm quick to remove the leotard from her legs, and I sit back for a second and admire the perfect preteen physique in front of me, completely naked, a tight braid in her hair. Gorgeous dark brown hair falls against her back, and her eyes, like two large almonds, staring at me in the mirror, waiting for my next move. "Fuck, you're absolutely perfect." "Coach, take me." She says it, and I listen. In a split second, I'm down on my knees behind her, using my hands to spread her butt cheeks. This is the first time I've ever seen one of my gymnasts like this, and Victoria is easily the gymnast I'm most attracted to. I'll likely never have another chance like this again, so I do. I take her. With my hands parting her cheeks, I can see the perfect, young, innocent pussy lips, so wet, just begging me to touch them. Who am I to deny their wishes? I stick my middle finger inside of Victoria, and I can feel her physically shudder with pleasure, she moans out, asking me to keep going, and to do more. Who know that she was going to be so insatiable? With my finger inside of her, my tongue explores a little further upward, probing into her tight asshole. You can tell that she's never had her ass eaten out like this, as she's unsure of how to respond, but soon enough, she's again moaning with pleasure. I can't even begin to explain the feeling of having my mouth on this tight young gymnast's asshole. It's insanely clean. Victoria takes care of herself. Turning her around one final time, I lift her entire body off the floor, and I sit her down on the very edge of the sink. I kiss her a little more, and then I know it's time. It's time for me to take it all the way. I wrap her legs around my body, I grab onto her back, and I slip my hard cock inside of her ready and willing body. Once I'm inside of her, she grabs onto the back of my neck, pulling me harder and further inside of her. She locks eyes with me, and stares into my eyes the entire time I'm pumping in and out of her. With each thrust forward, her body welcomes me more into its warm embrace, and she moans louder than ever before. She's so wet, I'm sliding all over the sink. We go on for what feels like an hour, and I can feel both of us ready to finish. Her moans steadily increase in pitch, and I can feel the cum in my balls ready to be released. Knowing that she's not yet matured, I see no reason to pull out, and I keep thrusting faster and faster. Finally, in one instant, both of us, our breaths locked into rhythm like the Philharmonic, let out a huge moan and virtually collapse into the intense, overwhelming sexual pleasure of the best orgasm I've ever had. (And very likely, the only orgasm she's ever had.) She looks deep into my eyes, and we kiss again for a few minutes. We both know that what we've done is against every rule, policy and guideline in the sport of gymnastics, but it hasn't stopped us from enjoying this time together. I help her put her leotard back on, and we walk out of the girls' room together. Amid the hustle and bustle of other gymnasts, parents and judges running around, nobody even looks at us twice, or at the fact that her make-up is smeared everywhere (including my shirt), or that her once-perfect hair was now ruined from holding onto the back of her neck and kissing her like there's no tomorrow. As we walk back to the competition floor, another coach from our gym comes and grabs me. "Perfect, you found V. It's just about time for her to go for the first rotation." "Oh great, I think I've managed to calm her down, get her more relaxed, and she should be good to go." "You're the best." I do feel like the best right now. I feel like I'm on top of the world, and nobody can bring me down. Victoria competes all four events and has the top score of the day with a 34.6. She's given the gold medal for first place all around. That's my girl. Looking at her, up there on the podium smiling, I begin to wonder how she's going to thank me for inspiring her to her gold medal performance.