FLAG FOOTBALL 2
This is a work of lesbian fiction. All of the characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by high school girls engaging in lesbian sexual situations, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Athletics / Lesbian High School)
With her busy spring tax season now concluded, 38-year-old Myra Stimson felt in need of a vacation. She had enjoyed little time to relax since agreeing to coach the El Capitan High School girl's flag football team during the previous summer.
Coach Myra had worked the girls hard, but it led to an undefeated 5-0 season. More importantly, she had gained a youthful bed partner in 17-year-old biracial quarterback, Paula Schultz. The 5'10" mocha-skinned athlete was also a star on the softball team. As a senior, Paula was receiving active interest from D1 college coaches.
While Myra and her then-girlfriend, 25-year-old Carol Walsh, a former touring tennis pro, would sometimes share the secret affections of the teenage lesbian, Paula, Carol began to feel that Myra preferred making love to the younger teen, and jealously broke up with her older lover of two years.
It was very true that Myra enjoyed the sexual company of young women and girls. In fact, the younger the better. Sipping on a glass of wine in her beautiful home, Myra's right hand drifted beneath her panties as she remembered her first lesbian encounter while she was still in high school.
At 16-years-old, and already 6'-tall and growing, the skilled high school basketball center was receiving a great deal of attention from college coaches. In the days before texts and email were so prevalent, her mailbox was often filled with letters and other correspondence from college basketball programs from across the nation.
Myra was an excellent student, and was anxious to use a college scholarship to fulfill her educational goals. Her father was a single-parent, and was typically more often occupied with his career as a successful high school football coach. He earned an additional stipend as the school's athletic director. To Myra, he seemed to be away from home more often than not.
With her height and athletic prowess, most, if not all of the boys at her high school were intimidated by Myra, and she had very few dates. That was O.K. by Myra. Her infrequent dates with boys were only for appearance sake, as she wanted to conceal that she was secretly attracted to girls, although at this point she had no practical experience.
Myra's father had built a basket above the garage for his talented daughter. Almost daily, Myra would shoot baskets in her driveway. Sometimes she would be joined by a pretty 7th grader, Riley Stevens, who in addition to being a neighbor, was Myra's biggest fan.
The girls' high school varsity games started at 6:00 p.m., right before the boys' varsity game. Sometimes Riley would attend with a parent. Sometimes Riley would be joined by a group of junior high school friends as they cheered on the high school team.
The cute, pigtailed blonde could be heard cheering loudly in the crowded gymnasium. Sometimes she carried a sign that said "Go Myra!" The teenager was appreciative of Riley's support. However, Myra wasn't sure if her imagination was getting the better of her, but it seemed that Riley had more than basketball on her young mind. Sometimes the 12-year-old would just sit quietly on the concrete driveway as Myra practiced her game, and would stare at the tall, dark-haired teen with star-struck eyes, her silver braces glistening as she smiled at the lanky female basketball player.
One afternoon, the 12-year-old was sitting cross-legged on Myra's lawn as the high school junior shot baskets in her driveway. Picking up her dribble, and putting the basketball under her arm, the 6' girl bent over to talk to the younger girl. "Hiya, Riley." The 7th grader blushed, and was momentarily speechless. "Hi Myra," she finally said. The neighbor girl was obviously having trouble making eye contact with the statuesque 16-year-old.
The two had known each other and been neighbors for several years. Because of their age difference, Myra felt that the two girls had previously been casual acquaintances at best. Riley had noticeably begun to hang around since Myra had started to receive local fame for her basketball talents.
"Wanna shoot some baskets?" Myra asked. "Cool," Riley responded, brushing her long, blonde bangs out of her eyes. Extending her hand to lift the younger girl from the driveway, Myra noticed Riley's pretty green eyes and long eyelashes for the first time.
An average-sized 12-year-old, the 7th grader's face was at about eye-level with Myra's maturing breasts when the 16-year-old handed Riley the basketball. Riley's first shot was a swish. Myra laughed and playfully patted Riley on her tight little butt. Riley turned a bright shade of red, but smiled from ear-to-ear at Myra's unexpected touch.
After an awkward period during her growth spurt, Myra had developed into a very pretty teenage girl, and little Riley had noticed. Long-legged, with C-cup breasts which she usually kept harnessed beneath a sports bra, Myra usually dressed like a tomboy, with her hair in braided pigtails or a ponytail.
Brazenly, Riley challenged the older girl to a game of one-on-one. Myra agreed. She had nothing better to do, and knew well that the small 7th grader couldn't possibly beat her.
Tossing Riley, the ball, the younger girl saw her first shot fly-swatted down the driveway and rolling into the street. The smaller 12-year-old made a go of it, and pressed her taut young body against Myra's while playing defense.
The eventual outcome was never in doubt, and Myra boat-raced Riley to a 21-0 win. Instead of a high-five or other means of congratulation, Riley hugged the taller, older girl, pressing her blonde head against Myra's ample breasts.
This was Myra's first real contact with another girl outside of the physicality of basketball. The 7th grade girl felt soft and warm in her long arms. Myra didn't want it to end, but realized that the two girls were standing outside where everyone could potentially see them.
Intrigued, but not really sure where things might go, Myra invited Riley inside for something to drink. The adorable 12-year-old sat down at the kitchen table as Myra retrieved two bottles of Gatorade from the refrigerator. The two thirsty girls gulped down the refreshing sports drinks.
Seeing that Riley's blonde bangs were once again in her eyes, Myra brushed them away gently. Riley surprised Myra by reaching for her hand and tenderly kissing her fingers.
Myra was startled by the sexual suggestiveness of the young girl. Releasing her hand from Riley's soft grip, Myra stroked the preteen girl's beautiful, blemish-free face with the back of her hand. This time, Myra was flabbergasted when Riley wordlessly grabbed Myra's hand and placed it on one of her tiny, budding breasts.
Myra looked directly into Riley's inviting eyes and began to curiously rub the tiny bumps on the 7th grader's tank-top blouse.
Getting up from the chair, the bold 12-year-old then straddled Myra's lap and boldly cupped and squeezed Myra's C-cup boobs. Myra froze as the surprisingly aggressive young girl greedily fondled her. Squeezing one of Riley's little boobs was one thing, but it appeared that the little girl wanted more... much more.
Myra's juvenile hands were now enthusiastically probing Myra's breasts over her grey t-shirt. Finally, Myra asked: "What do you want?" "Your big boobs to start with," Riley answered smartly.
The 12-year-old then lifted her tank top over her head, revealing her miniature pink breasts which were just beginning to form on her slender chest. Myra had never touched a pair of boobs before. Her eager hands lingered over Riley's naked, Hershey's Kiss-sized boobs, with their enticing pink, erect nipples.
The 7th grader moaned softly as the high school junior avidly felt-up her tiny breasts. Riley's nude chest bore the faint tan-lines of her cupless bikini top.
After poking, pulling, and prodding Riley's little nipples with her hands, Myra descended upon the 7th grader's ripening chest with her impatient mouth and tongue. Riley wrapped her slender arms' around the 16-year-old's head, pulling Myra to her while stroking her dark ponytail as the basketball star licked, suckled, and nibbled on Riley's teeny breasts.
Still straddling the high school girl, and still topless, Riley reached for Myra's face, and said, "I showed you mine. Now show me yours." The older girl smiled at the younger girl's impetuosity. Removing her hungry mouth from Riley's budding, juvenile breasts, Myra pulled her grey t-shirt over her head.
Then, Myra removed her sports bra which had largely concealed the bounteous treasure that was beneath the constricting fabric. "Woah!" Riley excitedly said as Myra's big, C-cup boobs were at last revealed. Riley's hands impetuously gripped Myra's large breasts.
Knowing that her football coach father wouldn't be home for hours, Myra carried the half-naked little girl to her bedroom.
Plopping Riley on her back, Myra's big boobs swayed suggestively as she removed Riley's shorts and panties, causing the little girl to giggle at being fully naked.
Riley's ripening, pubescent body was predictably underdeveloped. Riley made no effort to shield her hairless pussy as she laid on Myra's bed. Riley's little boobs had largely receded back into chest as she laid flat.
Finally, Myra's conscience began to enter her avaricious thoughts. Myra wondered if she should actually have sex with the obviously willing and compliant 12-year-old?
The sex-starved 16-year-old answered her own question when her tongue entered Riley's preteen mouth. Having never delivered nor received a French kiss, Myra was operating on instinct, and whatever she had seen in the movies. Myra's tongue nervously glided across Riley's braces before the younger girl extended her tongue.
The two girls sloppily, but excited tongue-kissed as Myra pressed her big boobs against Riley's slender, naked body. Taking a gasp of air, the 12-year-old declared, "This is so awesome!" The older girl rewarded the preteen by once again rubbing her barely-adolescent boobs.
Myra's eager hands traveled across Riley's smooth, slender body before finding the little girl's tight, hairless pussy.
The pretty, blonde, 7th grader's hips and legs bucked and squirmed as the high school junior vigorously rubbed her juvenile labia, even slapping at Riley's puffy lower lips.
With one hand still rubbing Riley's preteen chest, Myra warned the younger girl that she was about to enter her with a finger. Riley braced herself, but was surprised that there was no pain when Myra's wet index finger penetrated her.
The single digit was pushed slowly in-and-out as the pretty blonde laid back with her eyes tightly shut as the basketball star gently finger-fucked Riley's young, bald pussy.
Moving her face between Riley's small, slim thighs, Myra began to hungrily lick Riley's pussy. Riley opened her eyes long enough to caress Myra's ponytailed head as the older girl feasted upon her.
Any doubts that Myra had harbored as to whether or not she was a lesbian swiftly went away with every frenzied lick of Riley's pussy.
Both girls were surprised by the intensity of Riley's first orgasm. Frightened by her unexpected reaction to the tongue-fucking, Myra had to explain to the younger girl that she had apparently orgasmed. Myra had herself never experienced one.
Beaming from ear-to-ear, her silver braces gleaming, Riley popped up on the bed. "Let me try?" the 12-year-old practically pleaded. Resting on her arms, the naked 16-year-old guided her younger lover toward her dark, untrimmed pussy.
After a few awkward licks, Riley, gaging Myra's reaction, quickly learned what worked and what didn't as she enthusiastically licked Myra's pussy.
Realizing that she couldn't stay in Myra's bed forever, the 12-year-old neighbor began to dress. Standing naked, the slender preteen pulled up her juvenile, white panties. Myra's eyes were fixated on Riley's budding booblets. Riley's hard nipples protruded from the thin fabric of her tank-top as it was pulled over her blonde head.
Motioning for the 7th grader to come closer, Myra placed a passionate, grateful kiss on Riley's lips. "Don't be a stranger," the high school junior said with a leer.
Through Myra's junior and senior years, the two would take every opportunity possible to use the frequent absences of Myra's father to make out or have sex. Myra particularly enjoying watching Riley's youthful body continue to develop promising A-cup breasts and the first strands of silky, blonde pubic hair.
When finally getting her braces removed, Myra enthusiastically ran her eager tongue across Riley's newly straightened teeth.
After going away to college, and her infrequent visits home, Myra eventually lost track of Riley, who had moved away from the neighborhood with her family.
38-year-old Myra Stimson was to receive additional disappointment several days later when her teenage lover, Paula Schultz, informed Myra that she couldn't see her anymore. Without naming names, Paula explained that she was involved with a girl more her own age.
Myra correctly suspected that Paula and pretty sophomore, Kelly Michaels, had secretly hooked up. Being rejected after suggesting a final session of lovemaking "for old times sake," Myra wistfully watched the tall teenager walk toward her car.
An All-Conference softball shortstop, Paula had been receiving scholarship offers since her junior year of high school. Currently hitting .386, with 7 home runs, Paula found the month of May fast approaching. The high school senior knew that she had to make a college decision, or at least quickly narrow her choice of schools to two or three.
Discussing things with her interracial parents, all three were very much leaning towards softball national power, State U, where both of the Schultz's had been scholarship athletes as undergrads.
Asking her mom and dad to stay seated, Paula had a bombshell to deliver. The 17-year-old then emotionally confessed that she was a lesbian, had probably always been a lesbian, and that she didn't want to hide it anymore.
Paula's father was surprised. Her mother less so. Paula had always been a tomboy, more interested in sports than boys. Paula further stunned her parents when she said that planned to openly date girls, and would start by taking Kelly to the senior prom.
Kelly had a similar difficult conversation with her parents. If there was any objection, Kelly's parents bit their tongues when 17-year-old senior, Paula, arrived to pick up their 15-year-daughter for the dance.
Both girls wore elegant gowns to the formal dance. Paula had resisted the idea of wearing a tuxedo. She felt that it was too predictable and too "butch," and would just reinforce existing stereotypes about female athletes.
Coming out publicly at school, surprisingly, neither girl received too much flak. Few were willing to portray themselves as homophobic with regard to the two popular, athletic girls.
Paula and Kelly happily danced together during the fast dances as well as the slow ones. Surprisingly, many of the "straight" girls were eager to dance with both, and it turned out to be a really fun night.
Finding a romantic place to park before taking Kelly home, Paula turned off the lights of her Toyota Camry. Leaning towards her 15-year-old blonde date, Paula began tongue-kissing the pretty, sophomore passionately. Knowing that her older lover would be leaving for college soon, Kelly enthusiastically returned Paula's kisses.
Soon, Kelly's spaghetti straps were lowered, and Paula was feasting on Kelly's tiny, pink-nippled A-cup breasts. Neither knew if it would be the last time.
Paula accepted an official recruiting visit to State U. It would be a quick in-and-out weekend visit as her high school softball season was still going on, and she had classes on Monday.
Boarding a small commuter airline jet, Paula made the 200+ mile trip in a little less than an hour. Paula was greeted at the airport by State U assistant coach, Sheryl Maddox. The attractive, redhaired 26-year-old had been an All-American outfielder at State U, and had played a couple of seasons of pro softball in Japan before succumbing to a career-ending injury.
Paula was very aware of Sheryl's athletic career, and was thrilled to meet the pretty, athletic-looking assistant coach. Noted for her infectious enthusiasm, coach Sheryl surprised the 17-year-old with a muscular bear hug upon meeting her.
"Welcome to State U, Paula. I think you'll find that this is where you belong." Putting her bags in the back of coach Sheryl's SUV, the pair drove to campus.
State U had a league game that evening, and Paula was given a prime seat to watch the contest. Paula was also visited by the SWA and the Athletic Director who very pleasantly welcomed the high school recruit to State U.
Currently ranked #8 in the nation, State U easily won their 7-inning contest. Before heading to the locker room, 52-year-old head coach, Monica Gibbons, accompanied by Sheryl Maddox, invited the recruit to join them in the team locker room. The tall, mocha-skinned shortstop was eager to see the various team facilities.
"This is Paula Schultz," coach Sheryl introduced the beaming high school recruit. The team members had known that someone would be visiting on a recruiting official visit, and welcomed Paula with hugs, handshakes, and fist bumps.
The older, college girls were in various stages of undress as they relaxed before taking their showers. Coach Monica addressed the team, and briefly discussed what went well and what could be improved. The coaching staff then departed from the locker room, leaving Paula sitting on a chair as the team continued to undress and head for the showers.
Paula sat quietly as the athletic, naked girls paraded by. There were long legs and short legs, big boobs and little boobs. Bubble-butts and tight little asses. Only a couple of the pitchers and power hitters were big, zaftig women. Most were very fit and toned.
Not wanting to be caught staring at the bevy of gorgeous naked bodies, Paula mostly looked down at the carpeted locker room floor.
Coach Sheryl eventually came back to the team locker room. She was now dressed in an attractive, short dress which showed off her fit, muscular legs to great effect, Paula thought.
With a doubleheader scheduled for the following day, Paula was only given a brief tour of the stadium, batting cages, and training facility. Getting in coach Sheryl's SUV, the pair drove around the beautiful, tree-lined campus.
Paula was effusive in her praise for the skilled, powerful, State U team, and made her case that she would be a good fit for the squad.
This was all music to coach Sheryl's ears. Her goal for the weekend was to get a commitment from Paula. Now, Paula was actually trying to sell herself to the young assistant coach.
Paula, wearing jeans and a simple blouse wished that she had dressed better when the pair headed to one of the finest restaurants in the city. After enjoying dinner, coach Sheryl checked Paula into her hotel room, and helped the high school girl with her bags.
The purpose of going to Paula's room was to get a written commitment from the 17-year-old shortstop. Even though the paper was non-binding, and only a national letter of intent actually counted, it somehow gave more gravitas to the student-athlete's commitment.
Sitting at a small desk in the room, Paula was prepared to sign, but then suddenly balked. "I need to tell you something, coach." Coach Sheryl looked at Paula with a concerned, wondering what had just caused Paula to stop her commitment?
"I'm a lesbian," Paula blurted. Her eyes were watery with tears. "I don't know if that's going to be an issue?" The pretty, 26-year-old assistant head coach looked deeply into Paula's brown eyes and said, "I don't think that will be a problem." Coach Sheryl leaned in and gently kissed the 17-year-old girl on her lips.
Paula was both stunned and titillated as the pretty, redhaired 26-year-old began to fondle the front of Paula's blouse.
It seemed like only seconds before the two young women were naked and fondling each other atop Paula's hotel room bed. Paula wasn't even in college yet, and she was already beginning to enjoy the active lesbian social life that she had dreamed of.
Coach Sheryl was both surprised and not surprised by the high school girl's voracious sexual appetite. She remembered being a similar age to Paula when she had her first lesbian experience with a girl. It was fantastic! However, she barely remembered her awkward fumbling around. Clearly, this was not Paula first time, the assistant coach thought.
Paula's hungry mouth was actively devouring the pink, freckled boobs of the attractive 26-year-old. Even with their nine-year age difference, their athletic body shapes were very similar. Both were tall: Paula was 5'10", and Sheryl was 5'9". Both were lean and muscular, with firm asses.
Paula's B-cup boobs were slightly bigger than coach Sheryl's, but were equally perky. So perky, in fact, that Paula couldn't seem to keep her hands or mouth off them.
While hurriedly undressing, the El Capitan High senior remembered that she was 200 miles from home, and that would be no chance of an interrupting parent, or any other unwelcome eyes from prying into her evening of unbridled lesbian sex.
Finally pulling the lust-filled teenager from her modest boobs, Sheryl headed straight for Paula's black-haired pussy. Taking no time for additional foreplay with the high school girl, Sheryl bored into Paula's vagina with her impatient fingers and tongue.
Paula gasped as the softball coach entered deeper and deeper into her. While she loved 15-year-old Kelly on many levels, her teenage lovemaking skills, no matter how sincere, paled when compared with the experienced 26-year-old. Sheryl's reddish hair shook wildly as she skillfully performed cunnilingus on the 17-year-old with her practiced tongue.
Lifting Paula's long legs, Sheryl placed the mocha-colored limbs over her muscular shoulders. The assistant coach alternated kissing Paula's pussy and rosebud-shaped anus before greedily boring into each with her eager tongue. Paula most assuredly returned the favor as the evening progressed.
Laying naked next to the beautiful teenager, Sheryl spoke softly as she explained to Paula: "There are a lot of girls like us on the team, and in campus athletics as a whole. A pretty girl like you can have a girlfriend like that (snapping her fingers), if she likes."
As she was talking to the high school shortstop, Sheryl was slowly and gently circling Paula's brown nipple and areolae.
Paula looked at her 26-year-old coach-to-be, and began to fantasize about fucking the lot of pretty lesbian girls that must be on the State U campus.
Reaching across Sheryl's naked body, Paula signed her commitment on the dotted line.
Arriving home later than anticipated that night, Sheryl walked into her bedroom and turned on a light as she began to undress. Sheryl's partner was waiting in bed for her return. "How did it go? Did she sign?" "That and more," Sheryl answered with a leering smile.
Quickly naked, Sheryl opened the bedcovers and kissed her older lover, the 52-year-old State U softball head coach, Monica Gibbons.
Sheryl then went from kissing Monica on the mouth to kissing the softball coach's still-youthful breasts, before disappearing beneath the sheets to lick the older coach's pussy.
It was now August, and Paula had been at State U since the beginning of summer. Her breakup with Kelly had been inevitable, but painful for both nonetheless. Knowing that they would both be busy with their respective schools and sports, Paula especially wanted the freedom to date other girls her age at college. "Nothing personal," she explained to her pretty, petite 15-year-old former girlfriend, as she kissed Kelly on her forehead.
As the summer progressed, Myra was surprised to receive a knock at her front door on a hot Saturday afternoon.
Standing in the doorway was pretty, soon-to-be Junior, Kelly Michaels, who had distinguished herself on the flag football and track teams. "What is she doing here?" Myra wondered.
The End of Part 2
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