“That sucks.”
“What can I do? I’m not in a position of advantage here.”
“It’s 2017, you can be as gay as you want,” Amy stated.
“I know. But the stigma will be there, and I don’t want to make things weird because I’m around prominent members of this institution a lot. Members who, shall we say, are far more traditional than us. Not that it’s a bad thing. That’s just how it is.”
“For the record, I have no problem with your lifestyle. I think you’re gorgeous and awesome. And I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
“That means a lot,” the coach smiled. “Anyway, I wasn’t sure what your views were. That’s why I was hesitant about us working out privately.”
“How do you know which way I swing?”
“Your eyes tend to gaze at my muscles. Not at my breasts, legs, or lips.”
Amy smiled. “I guess that’s a good gauge.”
“Well, we better get out of the pool before we turn into prunes from being in the water for so long.”
“I’m not done with my leg raises.”
“Aren’t you?” the coach asked, knowing where this was headed.
“I’m sure I can squeeze out a few reps. God knows my core needs all the help it can get.”
“I’m assuming you need assistance.”
Amy pressed her back against the wall and held onto the concrete. “I can’t do these leg raises in the pool without your help. I’m clearly not as strong as you.”
“I think committing to your fitness is plenty strong.”
Coach Brenda reached in the water and placed her hands beneath Amy’s thighs again, helping her do the leg raises in the water. The mood between them had changed. It was like they became closer from the information they shared. Bonding tends to happen that way.
“How does it feel?” the coach asked. “Burning yet?”
“Are you talking about my core or your hands near my ass?”
Coach Brenda gave a mock sigh. “Answer that however you want.”
“They both burn. In a good way.”
They smiled at each other, and after a few more of the assisted reps, Amy begged to stop as her stomach muscles ached. The coach let go and Amy put her legs down on the pool floor.
“You’re a good sport,” the coach said gladly. “I like your work ethic.”
Amy tensed suddenly. “Can I ask you something? It’s kind of embarrassing, but I want to ask you anyway.”
“Sure, anything.”
“When did you know? I mean, you know what I mean. But when did you know?”
Of course the coach understood the question. “I’ve always known. Why? Are my instincts wrong about you?”
Amy shook her head. “No, well, I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
“Hmmm…” the coach hummed underneath her breath. “You’re an interesting one.”
“Why? Because I’m weird and don’t fall into the stereotypical boxes?”
“Maybe.”
“Well that’s reassuring,” Amy replied..
“It’s okay to be curious. It’s perfectly natural. But I’m not sure if I’m the right person you should be talking to. I’m an employee of this school and I’m bound by ethical guidelines.”
“I’m an adult.”
Coach Brenda took a deep breath. “If you’re curious about something, then I’m here for you. I know you’re at a challenging time in your life, being a young woman in college.”
“Thanks.”
“Was there anything specific you wanted to talk about?”
“How did the first time happen?” Amy forced herself to ask. “I mean, did you pursue the other person? Or did the other person go after you?”
“It was mutual, to be honest. My first time was about your age when I was in college. I was roommates with this girl. I’ll spare you the details. But I knew what I was. She was on the fence about things. The one thing we had in common was that we really hit it off. We had great chemistry together, and surprisingly, she was attracted to me.”
“I don’t find that to be a surprise at all. You’re hot.”
The coach smiled, “Thanks. But that was my first time. It kind of just happened one night when we were studying together. I’ll spare you the sexy bits.”
“Studying then kissing. That sounds pretty cool.”
“I still can’t believe my instincts were wrong about you.”
Amy shrugged. “I keep certain things about myself closely guarded. I’m good with secrets. I’ve never had this discussion with anyone before.”
“Well, I’m flattered. Now, why are you asking? Did you have someone in mind? Anyone you’re interested in dating?”
“Gosh no. I’ll admit, I do think about some of my friends like that, and I wouldn’t mind kissing them, but no one has made a move on me yet.”
Coach Brenda laughed. “Is that how you live your life? Waiting for others to make the first move?”
Amy nodded.
“That’s not a good life strategy,” the coach replied. “In fact, it’s a terrible life strategy.”
“What’s the alternative? Go around hitting on girls at the local bar? Find a lesbian Tinder app on my phone? I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Hmmm…”
“What does that mean?”
The coach shook her head. “Nevermind.”
“No, tell me.”
“Nothing. I was just thinking that since you can keep a secret, we get along, and you were curious, I could have helped you with your little dilemma. Of course, that would be a violation of ethics.”
Amy’s eyes widened and she made no effort to hide her emotions. Could such an offer really be on the table? Just thinking about it made her legs cross in the pool. She made no attempt to hide that either. In fact, she was certain that Coach Brenda could smell her arousal emanating from the pool using superpowers.
“I can keep a secret,” Amy squeaked.
“Rules are rules. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”
“So you never drive above the speed limit?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
Coach Brenda thought for a moment. “Do you swear to never tell anyone?”
“I swear. When it comes to secrets, I’m dependable.”
“If you breach this promise, the punishment is death.”
Amy batted her eyelashes and nodded. “Triple swear.”
“Close your eyes.”
And that was when everything changed. Amy kept her eyes closed, felt the flow of the water around her, then felt a pair of lips press against her own. The kiss felt nice, soft, and passionate. It was how a good kiss should feel. It was much more tender than any other kiss she had ever felt. The sensation of their lips touching sent a pleasant feeling up Amy’s spine.
When the coach slipped her tongue in, Amy felt her pussy clench, hard. Her legs crossed tighter and her toes curled. Their tongues wrestled for a few seconds before the coach pulled away.
“You can open your eyes now,” the coach said.
Amy opened her eyes to see the beautiful smiling woman. “That was…”
“Now you know what it’s like. Curiosity gone.”
“Did you like it? I mean, doing it to me.”
Coach Brenda nodded. “Honestly, you taste good. Delicious, even.”
“Thanks,” Amy blushed. “You too.”
“We must be going now. I have class in about half an hour. This was nice. We can never do it again though.”
“Why not?”
“No hard feelings, okay? I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.”
When the coach attempted to exit the pool, Amy’s instincts and hormones kicked in, and she grabbed the coach around the waist and pulled her close so they kissed again. Amy surprised herself when she did it. She was even more surprised that the coach didn’t slap her across the face.
Then the kiss ended and they looked at each other.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you like that,” Amy said with a hint of regret. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’re young and you enjoy kissing. I get it. But don’t ever play dominant with me. This is my gym. I’m your coach. I’m in charge.”
Now it was the coach’s turn to exert control by pulling Amy in for an even deeper kiss, showing how this was done. Showing a true sense of control over the situation, the coach even slipped her hand below, pulled Amy’s swimsuit bottom to the side, and plunged two fingers in, not stopping until Amy came.
And Amy came in no time.
***
It was all she could think about, really. After an experience like that, why think about anything else?
That’s why it was a big surprise to Amy that the coach seemingly gave her the cold shoulder at practice the next day. Once again, the coach played favorites and spent most of her time communicating with the top players and providing general instructions. It was understandable given the pressure for the team to win.
But still, you don’t kiss a girl, make her cum in the pool, and pretend it never happened. That just isn’t right. At the very least, Amy expected a smile and a wave hello, but she didn’t even get that.
Worse, the coach even asked her to put the equipment away by herself, since it was her ‘turn to clean up.’ She became certain she was being punished for her overly aggressive sexual behavior in the pool, and this was the coach’s way of letting her know who’s boss.
By the time Amy was finally able to hit the shower, she took her time and used the opportunity to relax. The other girls had already showered, left the locker room, and poor Amy was all alone. She scrubbed herself and shampooed her hair. All she could think about was how she had this beautiful experience with the coach, which somehow got screwed up.
When the shampoo washed away and she pulled her hair back, she saw someone in the corner of her eye and turned to see Coach Brenda standing there, still dressed in a simple shirt and sweatpants, leaning against the wall staring at her.
Amy turned the shower off and let the water drip from her body. She had no problem standing butt naked in front of her coach. Maybe it was because she was already so exhausted; physically from practice, and emotionally from her perceived mistreatment. Or maybe because it was arousing letting her coach see her bare like this.
“You look cute this way,” the coach said with admiring eyes.
“As in naked?”
Coach Brenda smiled. “Yes, your tits are pretty, like I imagined them to be. I love the way that water coats your perky breasts, and those pink nipples are to die for.”
The reassuring words caused Amy to hold her chin high and point her chest forward.
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