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The New Softballers Ch. 01

By: Captain Midnight



A college student joins a softball team and finds that some members are lesbian lovers. Part 1 of 5.

This story was "inspired" by a Beeline novel (remember them?) called "Softballers," though the final product bears practically no resemblance to the earlier book. About the only thing which survives is the idea of female students playing in an extracurricular league. Some characters here are "suggested" by real athletes, but they take on a life of their own. 

This is almost a novella. Four different female couples make love, and at the end three of those couples go to bed with a seventh woman, the focal character of the story. It takes a lot of detail for me to go into their stories. There are five parts to this story.

I also apologize in advance, for this is a "Loving Wives" story of sorts. Although the central character is in a broken marriage, she still loves her soon-to-be-ex-husband very much and (in her mind and mine) cheats on him. There may be multiple cheating-spouses storylines at the end, if you count couples adding a third party, and two people (one of them attached) falling for one another.

Those of you who have read me know my style by now. With patricia51's kind permission, I'm using members of her Gibson family and interacting them with other characters of my own creation. The events take place around some as-yet-unwritten stories. For those of you who keep score, the main action is about three months after "S&P: Your Papa's a Pig." 

"EEEEWWWWWWW," Carol Gibson said as she entered the breakfast nook. 

"Can't he wait until I finish my milk?" Carol continued, addressing her mom. "That is so gross."

"Wait until you have kids," Pat Gibson replied as she deftly switched young Michael Gibson Junior from one breast to the other. "Mother's milk is so much healthier than the stuff you and I drink. Besides, it's kind of fun having him nurse – makes me feel like he's still part of me – ouch!"

"Oh yeah, 'bite me' just took on a whole new meaning," Carol said as she fetched bottled milk from the refrigerator and brought it to the breakfast table. "And I can't wait to hear the squeaks from your bedroom and then him crying and hearing you say, 'hold that thought, honey' and you going to feed him, and then 'where were we?' I heard plenty from your bedroom before he came along, believe me."

"Scarred you for life, did it?" Pat said with a little bit of an edge. "Honey, I'm thrilled you take sex seriously and don't do it with anybody, but don't take it away from Dad and me."

Carol was a little abashed. "I don't mean it's wrong for you, Jeez! Just here I am, almost ready for college and I literally have a baby brother? If we go out together and you have to feed him in front of everybody, I'll never hear the end of it. 'Hey, Carol, you mean your parents still do it? Can we buy tickets? Wooo, was your mom jailbait?' It's great what you did, but it feels silly to have a natural dad and an adoptive mom."

Pat smiled. "Actually, that was Linda's idea for me to adopt you. That way, you wouldn't have to introduce Mikie as your half-brother. It also gives me legal rights to bequeath my good stuff to you and Stephanie, not that I'm going anywhere. And," referring to Mikie, "you know perfectly well that he eats when he wants to. But yes, Miss Smarty Pants, I have seen moms nurse in public and I do NOT particularly think it is cool, and yes, I have bottles of spare milk to take with me when we go out in public. He didn't get all of it and neither did ..."

"EEEWWWWW!" Carol said when she thought of her dad sucking on her mom's breast when there was milk in it. Pat laughed uproariously. Actually, Michael Gibson Senior hadn't nursed on his wife's breast, but Pat had squirted milk during a big orgasm more than once, and Mike had cleaned her up with his tongue.

Carol crunched on her cereal and looked at her mom wistfully. "Thing is, I don't want to forget Mamma Lori. I wish you and Aunt Linda could have known her. I mean, you and Dad are so perfect together that it's hard for me to realize I have a birth mom in heaven."

Pat shrugged, and winced as she got bitten again. "I'll let her know when I see her how much I appreciate her, but I'm not going there before my time. Speaking of time, tell me again, when's your college orientation?"

Carol looked at the clock and winced. "I don't have much time. I'd better drive up there and start filling in the paperwork." She stood up and kissed both her mom and her baby brother on the forehead. "Tell Sleepyhead [her sister Stephanie] she better enjoy the summer while she can."

"Worry wart," Pat said teasingly. "You'll do fine. Just remember, this isn't high school. Don't get in over your head."

"I promise not to," Carol said as she gathered up notebooks and carrying bags and headed for the door.

Carol certainly felt like she was in over her head at the student center. She came there to relax after a nightmarish scheduling session where the advisor did everything by rote and his computer kept breaking down. She checked her watch and figured she could squeeze in some time for lunch before going to what sounded like a really boring lecture on student life. Since she didn't plan to live in a dorm, things were going to go over her head.

En route to the cafeteria, Carol spotted Tracy Rivers, who had graduated a year before she had, at a sign-up table. Tracy and Carol had been on intramural athletic teams together and were fairly well acquainted. 

"Hi! Remember me?" Carol asked the young lady. "We played softball together a couple years back."

"Oh, yes! Carol! How are you?" Tracy said, actually jumping up and giving Carol a hug. Another young lady came to the table at that time, and Tracy introduced Carol to her. "This is Sarah Yearwood. She's a senior and we're on the team together. Sarah plays third base and I play second. You played shortstop, right?"

"Sort of," Carol said sheepishly. "I could hit pretty well but I kicked a grounder and broke my toe. Was on crutches for a month and couldn't play anything."

"Believe me, it's all right," Sarah said in a rather motherly fashion. "I busted my elbow all to hell on a slide into third. Then the throw got away and I should have scored, but I was lying there screaming and puking. The coach Roto-Rootered me good. But I feel a lot better now."

"We have a pickup team going now if you're interested," Tracy said. "You ever hear of Bethany Ruth Garner?"

"Are you kidding?" Carol replied. "I went to her games when I was seven and she was eleven. The story was that all she needed was a catcher and maybe one fielder for pop-ups. Does she play here?"

"Not in the last couple of years," Sarah replied. "Got smashed up pretty bad in an auto accident, especially the knee she puts her weight on while on the mound. She's Beth Wilson now, got married to a guy she knew from the baseball team. He's graduated, but she's on the six-year plan. We're trying to get her to join the team too. She's still eligible for the 'real' team if she gets her stuff back, and I play for them and I think Tracy's going to make it, so a bunch of us got this late-summer league going to show them. You want a flyer?"

Carol wouldn't have considered college athletics, but then again she had had a lot of fun when she did it right. She took the flyer and puzzled through it. She realized that Tracy was looking at her with some anxiety.

"What's up, Tracy?" Carol asked.

"Dunno. I was just remembering us playing together," Tracy said with a shy smile. "You made me look good quite a few times. And you were never a bitch like some of the other girls. It'd be nice to see you around, at least."

Carol smiled. "You think you could take me? I mean, I kept in shape and all that, but I haven't played since spring of eleventh grade."

Sarah smiled conspiratorially. "Don't tell anybody, but the athletic department is so hot to have Beth back on the team that they loaned us coaches, trainers and full use of the practice facility. All we need are warm bodies. We'll get you into playing form in no time."

Carol thought it over and agreed to consider the idea. The start of classes was still a few weeks off, and she figured she could see how the practices were conducted at least. She left her name and number on a sign-up sheet and went off to grab a bite.

As soon as Carol was out of sight, Tracy looked at Sarah. "Warm bodies?"

"Slip of the tongue," Sarah said airily.

"Your tongue doesn't slip," Tracy said in some irritation.

Sarah looked at Tracy hard. "You had a crush on her in high school and you still do. Good thing I'm not jealous. But I do have a right to know if you want to do more than just play with her."

Tracy got very, very nervous. She swallowed hard a couple of times.

"She was nice, you know? I mean, not as nice as you, but nice. Of course, she was just a kid and you're a grown woman, and you really helped me a lot this past year and I love you and all, but ..."

"But, you'd like to make her cum and touch her everywhere and ask her to go down on you and all that shit."

Tracy stared at Sarah. "You don't even know her."

"I know she's damn pretty, that's all I can tell about her. I see lots of pretty girls. A lot of them are stuck-up bitches. You didn't become beautiful until I got to know you and ... oh, God, you are beautiful. I want to wake up with you every morning until I graduate, and longer than that if you still want me. But if you fall in love with somebody else, that's not gonna happen, is it?"

This was not the sort of thing Tracy wanted to take to bed with her that night. Sarah softened.

"Look," Sarah said, "she's pretty, she might be a good softball player and she might be a lot of things. She also might be totally grossed out that you have it for her. Play it cool, think about you and me, and see what happens. If she joins the team, I'll try to be her friend and we'll take it from there."

The young ladies went back to work, and talked with a couple of other softballers on high-school or junior-college squads who showed an interest. Sarah wasn't happy, though, when the day was over and she and Tracy put up the table.

"We're gonna have to be damn good to get Beth back playing again. She's the bitch from hell when her knee starts acting up, and even when she isn't she acts like she'd bean you in the mouth if you made a mistake. I saw her hit seven batters in a row in one game. They all got it in the ass so they weren't hurt bad, but she throws something like 80-plus when she's on. And I know she's concerned about tearing up her arm."

"Question," Tracy asked. "Do you know Joey? Is he a ... good guy? You think she's less of a bitch when she's with him?"

"I know him a little, and I know he really loves her, but I don't know if she feels the same for him. You heard how they got married. She had a miscarriage two weeks later and got hooked on booze and pain pills. She's grateful to him for getting her out of that, but I don't know if she loves him that much."

"Shit," Tracy said. Then she had a thought. "Do you have a crush on her?"

"Yes," Sarah said flatly. Then, "Shit. Are you pissed off at me now?"

Tracy smiled. "No. Just kind of relieved. Now we kind of know how we learned to do what we like."

"Really?" Sarah said. "I take down the bitch and leave her helpless, you bring out the inner little girl in the big tough woman?"

Tracy looked around to see if anyone was looking, then kissed Sarah on the neck.

"Fuck," Sarah said under her breath. "You know how much I 'love' PDAs. I'm gonna spank your ass tonight but good."

Tracy looked a little concerned, but then Sarah smiled. Sarah continued: "I still want to keep this quiet, just you and me knowing. When I go to grad school in the spring, we might not have time for each other and it's going to hurt if we don't. I'll have to cut the strings and let you find a real girlfriend."

"How much studying you have to do tonight?" Tracy asked. "I'll come by your room when you're finished. I wish you hadn't decided to graduate in three years, seems like it's all work and no fun."

"If you make the team, Coach will be on your ass to keep your GPA high and get 15 hours a semester and a full load in the summer," Sarah replied. "We can't just play softball for a living. You still want to be an English teacher?"

Tracy smiled. "Yes. Probably I'll get a bunch of snot-nosed punks who can't conjugate a verb, but I love books."

Sarah smiled. "I hope you'll read to me tonight. It's a lot of fun."

"Deal."

It was late that afternoon, on a campus tour, that Carol saw the athletic training facility – and the woman working mightily to strengthen her knee.

Carol had seen Beth Garner, now Beth Wilson, on the mound nearly a decade ago. The young lady – then in seventh grade – had made an impression. But Carol was still unprepared for the woman she saw now. Beth must have been six one or six two, big-boned (literally) and had muscles on top of muscles. She would have been beautiful if not for the expression on her face, caused by a rep to test her heavily-bandaged right knee. 

Carol caught herself staring. She made the best of it. "I haven't seen a woman look like that since my mom went into labor," she quipped.

Beth stopped and stared. Carol could see the nasty retort coming. 

"Yeah, how long ago was that?"

"Three months ago," Carol said very quickly. As hoped, it threw Beth for a moment. Then Carol saw the next one coming.

"Daddy and Mommy fuck like bunnies, do they?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Carol replied. "Makes me envious as hell sometimes."

Beth didn't have a response to that one. She wanted to ignore the kid and hope she'd move on, so she put on her game face again and did another rep. Carol looked at her with a careful eye.

"You have a personal trainer or a team trainer?" she asked.

Beth looked, and then decided not to smart-mouth. "Both. I'm not on the team now, but the trainer gives me a schedule. And yeah, my husband and his brother were both athletes. They work with me a lot."

"I heard a little about your husband," Carol said. "Just that he graduated and is working on playing pro baseball."

"Yeah?" said Beth, adjusting the already formidable weights to get even heavier. "Where'd you hear about us?"

"From the girls who put this together," Carol said as she displayed the flyer. Beth looked at it in perfunctory fashion.

"Damn kids' league," she said. "But I'll probably try out. Gotta do rehab work. I just hope they don't get a bunch of sorority bitches who couldn't hit slo-pitch."

"I hit .450 one year," Carol said quietly. 

"Hooray for you," Beth said as she strained through another rep.

The tour guide was gathering everybody up to return to the bus.

"Well, it was nice to meet you," Carol said. "My name is Carol Gibson. Maybe I'll see you on the mound this spring."

Carol heard a grunt in response as she left. She didn't realize the grunt was in puzzlement. Beth was thinking about the name and where she had heard it.

Carol had so much stuff piled on the supper table that her mom, dad, sister and, yes, little brother had to take their dinners in the living room. Michael Gibson Senior declared that he hadn't seen so much paperwork since he did requisitions in the Marines. Stephanie Gibson looked wide-eyed at the papers, thinking of what she would have to go through to follow up on her dream of medical school. Among the many items were loan and grant applications, housing forms (Carol was to live at home, but she had to file for a waiver), activity sign-up forms, consent forms waiving liability for said activities, tuition-payment vouchers, credit-union applications, fees for usage of just about every building on the campus, and others even I forget. Top that off with book lists, student catalogues, schedules for every class and every activity, and several types of student handbooks, and the young woman looked kind of stupefied.

"Did you meet anybody there you knew?" Pat asked as she sat rocking Mikie. 

Carol counted up a fair number from her graduating class and three or four more, including the softballers, she had known previously. "But it's a college, not a university. Most of the people I know are going to Georgia or Georgia Tech or the big sports schools." She sounded a bit wistful.

Mike sat next to his eldest and gave her a reassuring grin. "If you went to some 50,000-student university halfway across the state, you'd have to recharge your phone every night. Either you or mom or I would be making three, four-hour calls. Besides, those schools eat freshmen for breakfast. Aunt Linda told me once that her ex-husband flunked the same basic course twice because it was a monster class and he couldn't hear the lectures, or fell asleep, or both."

Stephanie winced. It was true that Butler College was quite respectable, but she wanted to go to a big university for medical school and she knew money was tight. Mike noticed and put a big arm around each of his daughters.

"We can't make you be a cop, Steph. I'll stand up for you two in anything you do – except politics or hosting reality shows." He grinned. Stephanie grinned shyly. 

"I probably won't retire until they have to push me out," Mike said, "but I've got the GI Bill and Mamma Lori did too, and I'd love for me and Mom to go back to school whenever we hang it up. Carol, you sure you want to stop at an associate's degree and then go into the Sheriff's Academy? We'll manage somehow if you go all the way."

Carol's eyes were moist, but she had long since decided to finish up before Stephanie started, to save family money. She changed the subject.

"I met a girl from the softball team today. They're starting a late-summer league and it seems kind of cool. They practice in the evenings and have a couple of games a week. Will you have any problems with me coming in late?"

Mike chuckled. "Knowing you, you'll be in the library studying until God knows when. How long do they run?"

"Eight weeks," Carol said. "I know it'll be kind of crazy with classes starting halfway through, but it's a big thing for some of the girls. I promise I won't go to team parties if they serve anything ... well, you know."

"Thank you for the promise," Pat said, smiling. "Do they have away games? A long way off, that is?"

Carol nodded. "Colleges around the state. Could be six, eight hours each way. I'll try to talk to my advisors and see what I can do about assignments."

Pat looked at Mike in a way Carol couldn't define. "You'd better get along with all the girls on your team if you're going to spend that much time with them. Trust me on that one."

Carol nodded.

It was about ten that night when Sarah's cell phone rang. It was Tracy, asking if she could come up to Sarah's room. Sarah said sure thing.

Sarah changed into a nightgown and panties, and was putting up her hair when the knock came on the door. Tracy was wearing a too-small T-shirt and too-small shorts. She wore underwear beneath both, as Sarah noted from the lines. Oh well, Sarah said to herself, Tracy looks great in anything ... I just wish she'd be more comfortable being sexy.

"Going to sleep early tonight?" Tracy asked with some concern. 

"Naahhh," Sarah said with a smile. "I got this on sale. It's comfortable and I like how it looks. I'll put a robe on over it if I leave the room, but I don't feel like going anywhere." She took Tracy's hand, noting approvingly that Tracy had brought a book of poetry and some classical and jazz CDs. 

Then she shut the door.

Tracy sat on a chair; Sarah on her bed. Tracy had already activated the player and thumbed through the poetry book. She found one she liked and read through it. After finishing the first poem, she got up, bent over at the waist (with Sarah's eyes following her all the time) and found another music selection to go with a longer poem.


The New Softballers Ch. 01



This went on for a while. Sarah did move, to sit cross-legged on the bed so her panties showed. Tracy noticed and got a little flushed. 

Sarah thought back to how Tracy had first kissed her in public, after a big game. Tracy had been trembling in excitement after her own spectacular play in the field, followed by Sarah's game-winning home run in the bottom of the inning, had led to the kiss. Sarah had kissed back, like a real lover.

It had been a while before they acted on their impulses. Sarah had found that Tracy needed to relax before she could permit any real lovemaking. At the same time, she had found out that Tracy liked to go to poetry readings in a coffee shop, and to go to a non-alcoholic jazz club. Hearing Tracy's voice going through the poems was a revelation to Sarah, who heard the depth of feeling and range of emotions of a very sophisticated woman. And personally, the jazz beat, intermingled with some slower songs, had been remarkably sensual.

Even now, Sarah thought, Tracy didn't know how sexy she was, nor how much Sarah wanted her. Tracy still dressed like she was trying to turn on guys, and still felt very tentative in private about invading Sarah's personal space. Sarah had found out that the one guy Tracy had slept with had enjoyed intercourse and cunnilingus, but when she had tried to reciprocate by going down on him, he had refused. Tracy thought she was terrible at oral sex. Sarah had an idea that the guy just wanted to be in control of the situation. But Tracy had broken up with the guy and was still pretty torn up about "not being woman enough." 

Sarah mused for a half-dozen tracks and a dozen poems. She looked down at her panties and noted a discoloration -- not that she hadn't felt arousal in other ways, but she wondered if it was visible. She looked at Tracy. With the extra layers of clothing, it was hard to tell if the young woman was showing external signs of being turned on, but she was far more relaxed. Tracy finished the poem and returned the look. They smiled at each other.

"Feel like sitting on the bed?" Sarah asked. 

Tracy nodded yes. She marked the book and went to change the CD, bending at the waist to bring her bottom into relief. If only she knew, Sarah thought. 

Sarah moved to her right, scooting back against the wall. Tracy sat further forward, with Sarah a bit behind her. Sarah was pleased when a particularly soulful song came up, from a local artist who covered some blues music and put a lot of passion into it. Tracy chose one of her favorite poems, a long love ballad.

About a minute into the song, Sarah leaned forward and whispered into Tracy's ear. Tracy giggled, chastised Sarah for breaking the rhythm, and leaned back a little so Sarah could put an arm around Tracy's shoulders. With her other hand, Sarah traced Tracy's upper arm gently. She put her head on Tracy's shoulder.

The song ended and a slow love song began as Tracy reached the most emotional point in the poem. Sarah slipped her arm down to around Tracy's ribs, just below the line of the brassiere. The fingers caressed the length of Tracy's arm to the hand, went back up again, and crossed to Tracy's other arm. This time they went up to the shoulder and neck, and finally touched her cheek. The other hand's fingers played Tracy's ribs like the keys of a piano.

Tracy came to a break, turned around and kissed Sarah deeply, then inclined her head so Sarah could kiss her neck. Then she resumed reading. Sarah gradually shifted her weight to carry Tracy down so she was lying on her side on the front of the bed, with Sarah behind her. As Tracy finished the poem, Sarah wrapped both arms around Tracy and pulled her close.

"Go on," Sarah said, referring to the next poem.

"Go on," Tracy said, reading the title. She held the book high in both hands and read a poem in the vein of the country song "She Let Herself Go" ... which was the next song on the CD.

Sarah knew that Tracy needed more relaxation before she bared any of her flesh below the collarbone or above the thigh. Sarah massaged the sides of Tracy's neck and kissed the back of it. Tracy flinched, and then let her neck muscles loosen. Sarah took Tracy's earlobe between her lips and sucked on it. She continued "playing the piano" as the accompaniment changed to keyboard music. The artist had taken considerable liberties with the arrangements to the songs on the CD, putting more and more sensuality into them as it progressed.

Tracy's voice remained clear as she finished reading, but she need to take more and deeper breaths between verses. At one point, she gripped the book by the spine and reached back with her other arm to caress Sarah. She was still shy about touching Sarah's private parts, but she pressed into Sarah's upper spine and let her fingers run down the way to the pelvis, quite hard. Sarah whispered a thank-you and a "keep going."

Tracy finished that poem and started another, using both hands on the book but settling so her pelvis pushed against Sarah's crotch. Sarah knew that was a sign it was OK to go further. She didn't try to grind, but she made some subtle getting-into-place motions which indicated to Tracy that Sarah loved feeling her firm buttocks. At the same time, Sarah pulled up Tracy's T-shirt about four inches, the width of her hand, and let the hand sit on Tracy's tummy. The other hand went into the neck of Tracy's T-shirt and caressed her throat.

In truth, Sarah would have loved to be the recipient of those caresses, and she half wished they were out in public so she could get just a taste. But at the same time, the enjoyment she got out of melting Tracy down and releasing her sexuality had proven to be a powerful aphrodisiac. She caressed Tracy's breasts through her shirt and bra. Sure enough, the nipples were hard enough to feel.

Tracy stopped in the middle of a stanza, turned all the way over and pressed against Sarah – breast to breast, tummy to tummy, legs to legs. She still held the book in one hand, but she reached around Sarah with the other hand and hugged her quite close. The two young women shared a deep French kiss. Sarah returned the hug, this time pulling Tracy's shirt most of the way up in back and feeling her skin as much as possible. Tracy gently massaged Sarah's neck.

"Just a little more, please?" Tracy asked, referring to the poetry book. Sarah nodded and pulled herself partway up. Tracy rolled over onto her back and held the book high. Sarah reached over and adjusted the reading lamp, then surveyed Tracy's body. It seemed to melt into the mattress.

Sarah went back to work massaging Tracy's breasts, which were now covered only by her bra. She wanted to undo the bra, but that could wait. She massaged the exposed flesh and got the bra to slip away from the breasts until the hardened nipples appeared. She slipped her fingers around them and again played the piano with the yielding flesh. Tracy moaned.

Sarah straddled Tracy just above the knees, bent down and kissed Tracy deeply. Tracy returned the kiss, and then kissed Sarah's neck deeply as Sarah inclined her head. Sarah brought her crotch down rather heavily on Tracy's bare leg. Tracy's eyes widened as she felt the dampness through the panties. She moved to what she knew was Sarah's favorite poem, an action ballad, as the music swung again into a dangerously sexy number.

Sarah moved down, with her crotch resting on Tracy's ankles, pinning them together. She'd free them soon enough. She bent her head down and rested it on Tracy's breast, licking and sucking on the nipples, as she put her hand behind Tracy's back. The ostensible purpose was to undo Tracy's bra, but Sarah also ran her hands the length of Tracy's spine right to the waistband of her shorts, and underneath them with one hand while the other caressed the soft buttocks.

Tracy read "The Highwayman," where two lovers sacrifice themselves for the sake of one another, with a quaver in her voice. Part of it was pure sadness; part of it was her growing arousal. She let go of the book with one hand, using it to stroke Sarah's face and neck. Sarah thought Tracy was the best lover in the world from the neck up. As Sarah kissed her way down Tracy's tummy, Tracy put her fingers in Sarah's hair and caressed her scalp soothingly.

Sarah came back up and kissed Tracy deeply on the mouth, while at the same time pulling at her shorts. Tracy's fingers caressed Sarah's breasts through the nightgown. The shorts came down and Sarah rose up in order to pull them off completely. Tracy looked apprehensive, so Sarah left Tracy's panties on for now. But she did ease herself in between Tracy's legs, pushing her bottom into Tracy's lower legs and feet so Tracy could feel her womanhood through the panties.

Tracy read the last stanzas of the poem, carefully placed the book on the end table, and caressed Sarah everywhere she could reach. Sarah went back to kissing down Tracy's tummy as Tracy pulled her shirt and bra the rest of the way off, and then cupped Sarah's breasts. Sarah kissed back up and let Tracy suckle on her nipples. She showed her appreciation by caressing Tracy's inner thighs.

The song changed to a cover of "Morning Has Broken," which featured heavy piano music. Sarah moved down to kissing Tracy's tummy, allowing Tracy to play the piano in her hair, on her head and on her neck. Sarah reciprocated by playing the piano on the crotch of Tracy's panties. Tracy moaned.

Eventually, Sarah allowed her fingers to slip under the crotch of the panties and massage Tracy's inner lips. She panted a big kiss on Tracy's tummy just above the panty line, and used her other hand to massage Tracy's bottom. With her chin, she gradually pushed Tracy's panties down from the front. When the pubis was clear of the panties, she licked there too. Finally she rolled the panties down in back, withdrew her hand for a moment, and pulled them off Tracy's hips.

Then she went to work with her tongue, exploring Tracy's pussy while her hands reached up to grip Tracy's. Sarah openly humped at Tracy's leg, distorting her panties so that her vulva touched Tracy's skin. Tracy stared at the ceiling and saw stars. Sarah's tongue seemed to be everywhere: deep inside Tracy one minute; flicking the clitoris the next; at the base of her pussy licking upwards soon afterwards. Sarah varied her speed and direction with tremendous finesse. 

Tracy wasn't a screamer; she had long practiced masturbating in private and could be dead silent. Sarah released one of her hands and trailed it down to her own crotch, her own fingers mimicking her tongue action. Tracy felt something she particularly liked, and pushed Sarah's head on the nape of the neck deep into her recesses. When Sarah slowed, Tracy let her head go and let her hand flop onto the bed. Tracy's orgasm was fast approaching.

So was Sarah's. She desperately wanted Tracy to reciprocate to her, but past experience taught her that Tracy was uncomfortable eating pussy. So she compromised. She pivoted so she was bent over Tracy in a modified 69, with her pussy over Tracy's free hand. Tracy slid the hand into Sarah's panties and tried to touch her all around. As she slid two fingers into Sarah's core, Sarah clamped down on them. That caused Tracy to clamp down as well. Tracy inhaled with a big sound and held her breath for over a minute. Then she let go with a whoosh. Her pussy was still spasming. She gasped for air from the very bottom of her lungs. Sarah kept licking, more and more gently, as Tracy came back to earth. Sarah herself had had a wonderful orgasm, but she knew Tracy didn't realize it. 

Sarah finally stopped licking. She knew Tracy didn't like her own taste in Sarah's mouth, so she wiped her face on the pillow and rested beside Tracy's head for a minute. Tracy lay there almost unseeing.

Sarah gathered up her own and Tracy's clothes. She donned her robe and left the room. She went to the laundry room, put the articles in the washer and returned to the room.

Tracy had drifted off to sleep, a peaceful smile on her face. Sarah looked her over for a long time. She finally climbed onto the bed and cradled Tracy like a child. Eventually she left, to put the clothes in the drier, and then returned and spent a few minutes caressing Tracy and feeling her own pussy, which was still eager for Tracy's love. Finally she left for the last time, brought back the clothes, neatly folded them, spooned against Tracy and dropped off to sleep.

(End of Part 1)



The New Softballers Ch. 02



A college softball player strikes up an unlikely friendship with a driven star pitcher. Part 2 of five.

The story thus far: Carol Gibson, the daughter of Pat and Mike of "To Serve and Protect" fame, is enrolling in college when she meets a high school classmate who's playing on the college softball team. They're also organizing a late-summer intramural league to help the team's star pitcher, who's been bothered by a knee injury, rehabilitate. Carol agrees to come to tryouts, and actually meets the pitcher, a curt and abrasive woman trying to deal with pain on multiple levels. Later, the young woman who asked her to try out makes love with her older female lover, who enjoys the experience but wonders what the younger woman really gets out of it – and whether she is hot for Carol instead.

My sincerest thanks to patricia51 and all who have previewed this story.

*****

The following evening, Carol arrived early, signed in and was assigned a practice uniform and all the gear she needed. Her eyebrows, in fact, rose considerably at the selection of uniforms and equipment. This was no popcorn league.

Carol was one of the first out onto the field, but Beth was already on the mound. A catcher was squatting behind the plate. Carol found later that the catcher's name was Angela Richards, a senior-to-be who had worked with Beth exclusively. Beth was tossing easy pitches to get warmed up. She had a brace on the bad knee and a painful scowl on her face.

Carol said hello to Sarah and to Tracy, who gave her a hug. About a half-dozen current softball team members were in the summer league besides the ones already mentioned; the others, like Carol, were pickup players. Sarah started to name them all when a male voice boomed from the stands, directed at Beth.

"Get the arm down before you go into the windup! Remember about hanging the curve ball! Do a three-quarter if you put too much weight on the knee!" Beth stopped her motion and put her hands on her hips.

And then another male voice came from the dugout, as a guy in a team cap came up the steps. "Geez, bro, next you're gonna be telling her to wash the dishes counterclockwise with one hand and clockwise with the other. You must have watched your Karate Kid DVD again!" Then, more softly, to Beth: "Just listen to Coach T and work on the mechanics. And for heck sakes, make sure you give your fielders some practice."

Sarah explained. "The guy in the stands is Joey Wilson, her husband. He passed on a six-figure signing bonus from the Marlins to come back for his senior year, and the best offer he's gotten this year is four figures and a bus ticket from the Devil Rays. He's going to try the Arizona fall league in a couple months."

"What about 'Bro' over there?" Carol asked.

"That's Roger, Joey's brother. He's a football guy but he's volunteered with us for a couple of years. He's pretty good with the new kids. Guess it's because he can make you look good while telling you what you did wrong."

Carol smiled. The team assembled for a meeting with Coach Tawny Trindle, named "Coach T" for obvious reasons. Even Beth deferred to the woman in her late forties and a full foot shorter than she. Coach T had eyes in the back of her head, it seemed, and generally directed Coach Wilson quietly to shout out the words of encouragement or admonishment.

Some of the position players were already set. Sarah had played third base all her career, and it was obvious why when Coach Wilson tossed the ball up in the air a few times to hit squibbers down the line. Tracy played second base like a cat, ready to pounce on anything hit her way. Several young candidates were tried out at first base and at shortstop, with others sent to the outfield. Carol was a shortstop, but she thought she'd be a backup at best. From questions Coach T fired at several of the candidates, she had a good idea of whom to pick for the team and who would go home. Carol thought she was on the bubble.

Finally, Coach T set up a full compliment of fielders and sent everyone else to the plate one by one, with the hitters moving to the outfield after their turns at bat. Generally, the turns at bat didn't last long. Beth had her game face on – which made her look positively medieval – and she was topping 80 on another coach's radar gun. A few players lay off borderline pitches to extend their turns, and a couple of balls were fouled off, but the only times the ball was put into play were when Coach T ordered a sacrifice bunt. Even those seemed to irritate Beth.

Carol was the seventh batter up. She looked at Beth's face and cocked an ear. Beth seemed to do pretty much the opposite of what her husband wanted to do. She looked at Angela before settling into the batter's box and taking her stance.

Carol took a big swing and a miss for strike one. Beth looked satisfied. Then Carol refused to offer at two outside pitches. Beth looked irritated. Then she hesitated. Carol took the opportunity to move in closer to the plate, about as close as was legal.

Beth came to get her all right. Carol jumped back as Beth released the ball, and took an "excuse me" swing with the bat at the space her rib cage had just occupied. She came down as the ball was coming up, and tomahawked it. The ball drove into the ground, came up nearly ten feet high, dropped like a rock and hit chalk, spinning toward the infield. Beth was closest to the ball and thought about chasing it down, but held up because of her knee. Sarah charged in and got it, but at an awkward angle. Sarah pulled the ball out of her glove and almost threw the ball into the dugout, realizing at the last instant that Carol had turned on the afterburners while running up the line. Sarah hung onto the ball, staggering like a drunk. It counted as an infield single.

"Okay, okay!" Coach Wilson said as he came into the first-base coach's box. "Good hustle, good hustle! Sarah, good read on the ball." He was only a step away from Carol as he settled in. Carol, focused on Beth and her reaction to Sarah's play – which wasn't good - sensed him rather than seeing him.

"Ix-nay on the fanny pat, please," Carol whispered. She dared to look back and saw Coach Wilson grinning.

"I wouldn't do that to a guy," Coach replied. Then, in lower tones, "She's gonna try to pick you off and she might try to plunk you in retaliation. Dive back to the inside of the base if you see her do a high kick. The third regular pitch, head for second and run like hell. Angela throws laser beams and if you can beat her, you've got a shot at sticking around."

Carol filed away in her head the question as to why the coach would be so sporting to a green rookie. But she was determined to obey instructions. She looked around and saw Tracy cheating toward second, meaning she'd take the throw. Tracy was particularly adept at evading a runner and putting on a swipe tag. Carol mulled it over.

Coach Wilson had been right. The first pickoff throw was an attempt to stick Carol in the hip. She dived inside and touched the base well before the first baseman could get the ball across. The second pickoff try was much truer to the target, and Carol beat the tag by a bare inch. Carol stayed close to the base for the next two pitches, a ball and a strike. She edged out and rocked back and forth on the next try. She could see Angela vigorously shaking her head and setting up on the outside of the plate. 

Beth did a much-shorter-than-usual leg kick and deliberately threw the ball outside. Carol flew up the line. She saw Tracy move back and stick out her glove forward, obviously planning to jump out of Carol's way and put the tag high. But Carol didn't make Tracy jump. She slid to the inside. Tracy swung her glove down and then up. From behind the plate, Carol looked out by ten feet, but in fact Tracy had swiped behind her and gotten nothing but air. Tracy might have "sold" the tag to an umpire with a bad angle, but she was so fooled she turned her head to stare at her glove. Safe!

Beth, obviously ticked off, threw two more bad pitches to the next girl and walked her. The ninth batter hit a two-hopper to shortstop, but the unfortunate young lady dropped the ball and then couldn't find it behind her as Sarah and Tracy converged and skidded to avoid a collision. Carol raced home without a throw. Coach T immediately called time, moved the shortstop to the outfield, and put Carol in her place. Beth finished her assigned pitch count and went into the dugout, looking like Medusa on a bad day. When she came out to hit against another pitcher later in practice, she launched a liner that was still rising when it cleared the fence. The next batter, though, hit a fast skimmer Carol's way. Carol backhanded it and sidearmed to first base, just in time to get the runner. She saw Coach T write a note on her clipboard.

Every girl got at least three turns at bat and played every position except pitcher and catcher, which were already set. Mary Taylor was the catcher for the other pitcher, Camille Ryan. Camille and Mary both looked far younger than Beth, but then again everybody, Coach T included, looked younger than Beth when she had her game face on. Coach T never said a word, but Coach Wilson kept encouraging the girls and giving them bits of advice on batting and fielding.

Finally, the practice was over and the group filed into the locker room. Carol, after being detained by Coach T and questioned about her past softball-playing career, was one of the last to go.

The atmosphere in the locker room ranged from convivial to tense, as several players "on the bubble" worried about their chances of making the team now and the regular team in the spring. Carol stripped off her uniform and tossed all of the items into laundry baskets. She had kept herself well-hydrated, but it being Georgia in the summer, she felt sweatier and dirtier than she'd felt in years. 

Beth, an ice pack on her knee, came into the shower shortly after Carol did and took a stall directly across from her. Carol was too preoccupied with soaping herself down and rinsing out her hair to notice for a while, but she realized Beth was looking at her. It wasn't so much ogling as trying to "place" her. Carol turned away a few times, trying to deal with the look. 

Beth came into the locker room as Carol finished drying herself, got her street clothes out of the locker and laid them out. Carol looked around and saw Beth's astonished look.

"Oh ... my ... God."

Carol instinctively covered as much of herself as she could with two hands. Beth hurried to the end of the bench and sat down. Gone was the tough-woman persona, replaced by a look of deep concern.

"I am SO sorry," Beth blurted out. "I didn't realize ..." she couldn't say any more.

Then it hit Carol. She was straddling the locker-room bench, her legs apart, her head turned toward the locker, her hands up, when Beth had walked in. Just the way she had been when ...

"You've seen me before, haven't you?" Carol said gently. "Going down on a donkey and holding or getting filled with four cocks?"

Beth went sick white. She said nothing for a minute before she found the words.

"My husband got that link to the ... 'site.' And so did his brother."

It was Carol's turn to go sick white.

"Coach Wilson saw me like this? Sitting on a locker-room bench with the bench edited out and those men's ... things edited in?"

"He saw it, my husband saw it, and I saw it too. I don't think they know that woman was you, at least not yet. It's true, the pictures were fake?"

"Yes," Carol said slowly. "A girl at school had it in for me because her boyfriend got killed in a drug sting, after I tipped off the cops that a friend had offered me Ecstasy. She and some of her buddies used the drug money to set up the site."

Beth shivered. "That's so creepy. Joey smarted off about what kind of girl he thought you were. He was kidding, but I think Roger wanted to smack him." 

Carol thought for a minute. "Are you sure Coach Wilson didn't recognize me? He was telling me when to run on you. I mean, you tipped your move that you were gonna try to hit me, and I read Tracy's actions from experience so I knew how to evade her, but he was a bit too nice."

Beth shook her head no. "Roger's not half bad. He keeps telling me there's no "I" in team, so he probably wanted to test you to see what you'd do for the team. Plus, he likes to see me pissed off -- to a degree. I can't hit my weight or yours either, so it felt damn good to take that one deep. I want to be an all-around athlete and go on to coaching at a big university. There is an 'I' in cooperation, and he figured you'd help me out by playing up to me."

Beth had spun that speech out at much more than normal speed. Her nervousness was making Carol nervous, but she kind of understood why. She said, "I saw you pitch in the junior leagues, what, ten-eleven years ago? My Aunt Linda really admired you. She told me I should work as hard as you did and I'd feel good about myself."

Beth grimaced. "Hard work doesn't make you happy by itself. I learned that the hard way." She looked Carol over and went to change into her regular clothes.

Carol got dressed slowly, thinking about Beth – and especially the way Beth had looked at her. She had a pretty good idea that Beth had looked at those pictures too, and hadn't been disgusted by them. Sure, there had been genuine concern for Carol, but ... had Beth been turned on by the pics? Or by Carol herself?

Beth reappeared as Carol finished getting dressed. She looked years younger and much prettier in her street clothes. She had a warm smile and a handshake.

"Hope you make the team," Beth said.

"It's just for the summer," Carol said. "I'll have to study my ass off in the fall. I'm going to go to the Police Academy and I want all the basics out of the way."

Beth let her eyebrows rise. She started to say something but didn't, and Carol noticed. Still, Beth offered a bearish handshake, and seemed pleased when Carol didn't flinch. They said their goodbyes and went to their cars to drive home.

*****

That night, another female couple made love.

Melissa Madison was a designated hitter known for her powerful swing, and Ariel Black played right field, famed for her lunges after anything playable. Both were sure of making the team, and both were good players on the regular team as well. Both young ladies were education and sports science majors, and Melissa was student-teaching at a middle school while Ariel worked on a secondary certificate in mathematics. They had gone in on a small house off-campus, and considered themselves a couple – although neither had told her parents that.

Some people called the two "Mutt and Jeff," after a long-ago comic strip. The characters were different in personality, but the greatest difference was in their height. Melissa was five foot nine, Ariel five foot nothing. Maybe God had a sense of humor, because Ariel had the chest and the bottom suited for a far taller woman. She didn't DARE wear tight-fitting jeans, and her bras were pretty darn large. Fortunately, everything held up well. Melissa had less on top than most women, and sometimes sat on a cushion to protect her bottom. She had long, silky blonde hair; Ariel had brunette and very curly – sometimes frizzy – hair she wore at shoulder length. 

Melissa was very assertive in the classroom. Ariel had a mischievous sense of humor and loved to tease or even sass Melissa. She was the only one who could make Melissa blush. They didn't consider themselves "butch and femme," though. Although Melissa usually initiated sex and liked telling Ariel what to do, Ariel had a mind of her own and could make Melissa squirm with anticipation.

The huge similarity was in their finger strength. Both women had sore muscles a lot, and both were expert at working out each other's kinks. They liked to tune into a classical radio station and hear the piano playing. 

Thus, it was no big deal when Ariel got out of the shower, dried her legs and shoulders and wrapped the towel around her torso, and lay face down on the double bed. Melissa, still dressed in a shirt and shorts, knelt over Ariel and began massaging her neck. 

"Damn, girl, you're tight tonight," Melissa whispered over the Rachmaninoff piece. "Are you tight everywhere?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Ariel chuckled. "Are you going to stretch me out?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," Melissa sassed back. 

Melissa massaged Ariel's neck and shoulders vigorously, at first barehanded, then with massage oil she poured into her hands. Every three minutes or so she would stop and get up. This was deliberate. Ariel loved being teased and left hanging. Melissa came down and gave Ariel a deep, lingering soul kiss. Then she let her fingertips caress Ariel's neck and cheeks. Once, Ariel grabbed Melissa's hand and sucked on her fingers, massage oil and all, but Melissa withdrew it. 

Mostly, Ariel lay prone with her head facing the outside of the bed and her arms lying flat. Through a prior arrangement, she didn't touch herself until Melissa gave her specific permission. She did move her torso somewhat whenever Melissa touched a particularly sore spot and made it feel better. She also moved her torso as Melissa rubbed further and further down it, dislodging the towel. 

When Melissa was about at the base of Ariel's spine, she moved so her pubis was sitting on Ariel's bottom, with the towel and some layers of clothing between them. She started at the base of the spine and moved back up. Although Melissa was tall enough that she didn't really need to lean, she did anyway and brought more of her body in contact with Ariel's as she got to the neck. She kissed Ariel's ear and whispered into it.

"How ready are you for more?"

"I would love a good hamstring massage, to start with," Ariel said. "Please."

This was another part of the ritual. The young women practiced "charm school" during lovemaking. Only if politely asked would they give out sexual favors. So Melissa held up.

"Please, ma'am? I promise to make it up to you later," Ariel said sweetly.

"I know your idea of 'making it up,'" Melissa snorted. She thought. "I'll do those other things, but after the hamstring massage you have to wait until I finish my shower. That means don't move from this spot. And I hope to hell you didn't drink tea tonight, because I don't want you barging in to pee while I'm soaping up. You know what happened last time."

"I'm sorry," Ariel said, and she truly meant it.

Melissa sat up again and began touching Ariel more softly. By this time, Ariel's bottom was wiggling against Melissa's crotch. Melissa let her fingers trail down the base of Ariel's spine.

"Open your legs, please," Melissa said.

"Yes, ma'am," Ariel softly replied.

Ariel spread her ankles. Melissa sat down between them and moved the towel up until it only covered Ariel's bottom. She bent around and massaged Ariel's left foot and ankle, working on it pretty carefully. She repeated the process with Ariel's right foot and ankle. She moved up to Ariel's calf and worked out any possibility of a charley horse. Same on the other side.

Up to this point, despite Ariel's pussy peeking out from beneath the towel, Melissa's massage had been thoroughly professional. But now she trailed the fingers of both hands behind Ariel's knees. Ariel rotated her hips. Melissa, professional again, worked Ariel's thigh muscles up almost to the pelvis, then down again. The next time she went up, it was a lot more tenderly. And finally, Melissa moved the towel aside and laid her hands on Ariel's bottom. 

At first she just rubbed it. Then she tenderly caressed it downward, pulling the cheeks apart. Neither girl was into anal sex; the motion was to pull Ariel's pussy lips apart just a little. Melissa kneaded the cheeks open and shut, open and shut, with her palms and four fingers, while her thumbs strayed down lower and massaged the pussy directly, carefully avoiding the clitoris, pulling the pussy lips open and shut. Ariel moaned.




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Melissa bent down and gently kissed Ariel's pussy. Then she put the towel back on Ariel's bottom, trailing it between her buttocks and covering her pussy lips.

"Can't have you drying out while I take my shower and get him ready, can't we?" Melissa asked.

"No, ma'am," Ariel gasped.

"Remember, don't touch her," Melissa said as she scooted backward and laid Ariel's legs well apart. "Just close your eyes and think. I'll be back. Promise." She gently kissed Ariel on the neck.

Ariel lay there, thinking of what was to come next. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to rub her mound against the bed. She heard the shower water running. She knew that the end of the shower would not spell an end to her being alone. Melissa had other preparations to make.

Finally, the water stopped. Ariel closed her eyes and counted to herself. She was up over a hundred when she felt Melissa climb back onto the bed. 

"You were very good, young lady," Melissa said in a kindly voice. "Would you like to feel him while I kiss your neck?"

"Yes, please, ma'am," Ariel said, her voice strained.

Melissa laid forward on Ariel. Ariel felt Melissa's hot breath on her neck, the gentle touch of Melissa's tongue on her ear ... and the head of the strapped-on dildo against her bottom and back.

"He's lubed up, but I have to make sure you're okay," Melissa said. "I have to check her out and taste her. Will you please get on your elbows and knees?"

"I will, ma'am, but please don't wait too long, please."

Melissa scooted back and Ariel rose to the indicated position. Melissa lifted the towel away and grasped Ariel's buttocks. She traced the pussy lips with her tongue. She sensed that Ariel had her face burrowed into a pillow, and stopped.

"Breathe, Ariel, breathe. Deep, slow breaths. Build up your oxygen."

"Yes, Ma'am," came the somewhat muffled reply, followed by a much more articulate one as Ariel raised her head. Melissa licked around until she was satisfied, then kissed up the beautiful buttocks and the small of the back, walking on her knees ever closer. She lifted up all the way and held the fake penis in one hand while the other spread Ariel out.

"When I ask, please lie on your arms. I want to kiss your ears and neck again."

"Please do it, Melissa. Please!"

Melissa guided the shaft to Ariel's lips. She rubbed it against the labia minora, as if searching for the vaginal opening. She knee-walked another step and the dildo slid partway into Ariel. She knee-walked another step and the dildo went in all the way. Melissa hunched and the dildo slid out partway. She hunched forward and back in it went. She did this for several strokes, then pushed with both hands on Ariel's bottom and requested that she fall forward. Melissa rode her down, then thrust vigorously with her hips, back and forth, as her pubis and lower tummy enjoyed Ariel's soft bottom while her upper tummy, chest and breasts enjoyed Ariel's back. As promised, she kissed Ariel on her neck, long slow kisses up to the ears.

Ariel got into the spirit and thrust back against the dildo, flicking with her tongue to indicate she wanted to kiss Melissa. She had not been lying about being tight. With her lying down onto her arms, her vagina was compressed much more than the usual rear-entry-kneeling "dog fashion." She felt the dildo rubbing against her sensitive spots and moaned. 

Melissa slid one hand under Ariel's pubis, feeling what she could there and occasionally touching the clit. With her other hand, she reached behind her own bottom and massaged her pussy. As she became more excited, her thrusts became deeper and faster. She had been careful to choose a dildo that wouldn't hurt Ariel's internal organs but would seem to fill her up.

Ariel obeyed the order to breathe deeply and slowly; otherwise she might have passed out. Melissa performed the fake-cock fucking with a lot of finesses and skill picked up from her own and Ariel's past experiences, and thinking things out a lot. She didn't wiggle it a lot, but she moved slowly, quickly, deep, shallow, with and without hand stimulation. At one point she manipulated Ariel's vaginal lips with her fingers to massage the invader.

Ariel began to moan and to beat of the bedspread. She bore Melissa's weight admirably, but she needed to cum badly. Finally she turned her head and her mouth made a big O, both in shape and in sound. Melissa ducked her head and kissed that mouth. A moment later, Ariel spasmed onto the dildo and she practically screamed into Melissa's mouth. Melissa, one hand still massaging Ariel's pussy and the cock, gripped Ariel's hand with her other hand as a smaller orgasm hit her. She thrust a few more times, imitating the feeling of semen spurting into Ariel's pussy.

Finally, Melissa withdrew very gently. She lay on top of Ariel for a while, then slowly raised herself up and back until she sat on her ankles. Ariel wiggled and turned to face Melissa.

"Suck my cock, please, Ariel. Oh, please, suck my cock!"

Ariel obliged. The dildo stood tall and proud. Because of Melissa leaning back, her pussy was also available for Ariel's ministrations. Ariel went for the cock first, tasting it gently, swirling her tongue around it, taking it a few inches into her mouth. Her fingers probed Melissa's pussy lips, just inside the outer labia, caressing them. Eventually, she lowered her head, placed her hands on the "cock" and started "masturbating" it with her own juices, while below she probed for Melissa's clit with her tongue and massaged her lips with her own. 

Ariel had a good tongue. She drove it into Melissa's pussy as far as she could, while her upper lip continued with the clit and the sides of her mouth worked the lips and the flesh. Ariel couldn't reach the G-spot for long, but she licked all over Melissa's opening while her hands caressed the phallus, sliding under the head with a thumb and moving rhythmically with her grasp.

Melissa had an orgasm. She forgot her own injunction and stopped breathing until her lungs screamed for air. Then she herself screamed. Ariel licked for a few more seconds, then jumped up and caught her friend's arms. Melissa was in danger of tumbling ass over teakettle, literally, off the bed. Ariel hugged her close and got her into a less awkward position.

Finally, the two women lay side by side. Ariel asked for the dildo. Melissa undid it, and Ariel put it on. She got Melissa to lie flat on her back. Ariel lubed up the dildo again and took Melissa in the missionary position. She used her height disadvantage to advantage, licking on Melissa's neck and chest and sometimes sucking on her nipples. Melissa reached behind Ariel, grabbed her bottom and forced her cheeks apart, using her hands to caress the sweet pussy. The two women came together one more time.

Ariel unstrapped the dildo, put it aside, and fell asleep in Melissa's arms.

(End of Part 2) 



The New Softballers Ch. 03



A devastating incident leads to two young women finding lesbian love, while two others cement their friendship. Part 3 of 5. 

The story thus far: In Part 1, Carol Gibson, the daughter of Pat and Mike of "To Serve and Protect" fame, is enrolling in college when she meets a high school classmate who's playing on the college softball team. They're also organizing a late-summer intramural league to help the team's star pitcher, who's been bothered by a knee injury, rehabilitate. Carol agrees to come to tryouts, and actually meets the pitcher, a curt and abrasive woman trying to deal with pain on multiple levels. Later, the young woman who asked her to try out makes love with her older female lover, who enjoys the experience but wonders what the younger woman really gets out of it – and whether she is hot for Carol instead.

In Part 2, Carol goes to tryouts for the team and impresses the coaches with her fielding and baserunning abilities. While undressing after the workout, she accidentally meets Beth Wilson, the star pitcher. Beth is horrified when she recognizes Carol from a fake porno site that her husband and brother, who's one of the coaches, had accessed. Beth immediately tries to become nice to Carol, leading Carol to wonder if Beth might be hot for her. Later that night, two other players on the team, longtime lovers, play a sexual game with toys and elaborate courtesy.

My sincerest thanks to patricia51 and all who have previewed this story.

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Two days later, the girls and young women from the tryout gathered around Coach T's office message board. Carol's eyes went wide as she realized she was the starting shortstop. She would be "in the hole" between Sarah and Tracy. Melissa was playing the outfield and designated hitter, and Ariel held down first base in a slight surprise for her. 

Beth marched through the group like a four-star general. A lot of the ladies held their breaths as she scanned the roster. Would she join the team or not?

Beth turned and looked several people in the eye. She knew Sarah well. She knew Tracy to a degree but didn't hold her in much regard. She looked at Melissa and Ariel skeptically. She looked especially hard at Angela. Then she looked at Carol, who stood her ground. 

Slowly, Beth nodded. She walked up to the board, took a pen and checked off her name with a bold slash. The moment she did so, Coach T opened the door. She gave Beth a gaze that said: "My way or the highway." Beth nodded again.

Coach T turned to the group. "Our first practice is at six tonight. Our first game is Friday at Brunswick State. Clear your schedules. We're going down there and driving back that night. If you need any additional help with your new positions, come and see me."

Carol felt like dancing, and she could tell Tracy and some of the other younger ladies did too. She settled for a high-five with Tracy and another one with Sarah, who smiled broadly.

Beth talked quietly with Coach T, at one point pointing toward Carol, who didn't notice her. Afterwards, she went into the coach's office and had some words with Coach Wilson. The discussion went along the lines of "Did you see her on that phony website?" Coach T came in and chatted with Coach Wilson as well.

"Jeez," Coach Wilson said when the women finished talking to him, "I'd better go out of my way to avoid seeming too friendly toward her. God only knows what she'll think of me."

Beth shook her head. "As far as I know, she doesn't have any hard feelings toward the people who read that E-mail. Not unless they bring it up."

Coach Wilson thought about his younger brother. "You mean Joey's wise-ass comments? You don't think he'd try to harass her, do you?"

Beth shook her head no. Then she got to the point. "Coach T, I know our personal lives aren't supposed to get messed up with the game, but Joey and I have been having problems. He was cool with me being turned on by women, that's not the problem, but we've fought so much over money and stuff that we're nearly ready to give it up. And then I was turned on by Carol when I saw her, and sooner or later she'll find out. I don't want the others hassling her because I've got a crush on her."

Coach T said evenly, "You hassle her and you're off scholarship."

Beth nodded. 

Coach Wilson pondered. "How bad is it? I mean, how much does Carol or whomever turn you on?"

Coach T put it more bluntly. "And how likely is it that you'll have an affair with somebody while Joey's off in Arizona playing in the fall leagues?"

Beth looked like she wanted to bitch-slap them both, but she wasn't sure of the consequences. Her brother was a real friend, a guy who was always calm and even-tempered and polite to women, maybe to a fault. And she would have done almost anything for Coach, including making love to her on request. Coach T, however, never used her position to take advantage of her girls. Beth was grateful for a talk early in her college career, before she married, gently but firmly putting the kibosh on an affair between them. 

Beth took a deep breath. "Yes, I might have an affair, but not while there's any hope of saving the marriage. No matter what else happens, I still love him. Making a pass at some girl who doesn't want it … I hope she beats the shit out of me before you get to me. But Joey and I have been talking about life on the road and whether we can stay together, and I honestly think we can't. I've told him about the girls I like and he's told me about the girls he likes, and so far neither of us has been jealous. Weird, huh?"

Roger said too quickly: "No opinion."

Beth smiled. "You are such a moral guy. Mosts would be threatening to bite my ass off chunk by chunk. We've got to work on getting you a girlfriend."

Roger said, "I can wait."

Coach T cleared her throat. "What's his is his, what's yours is yours, but right now you two belong to me. And I belong to the athletic boosters who come to watch you pitch. Anybody screws up, they cut off the donations and we turn into the damn WNBA, a bunch of Title Nine babies who interfere with football." She said the last word with an echo effect. 

Roger nodded to Beth. "And you can kiss your major-college coaching dreams goodbye at the first hint of scandal, starting with the pitching-coach job here when I put on a badge. If you want a girlfriend, I won't cut you out, but if you hurt anybody …"

That was more of a threat than it sounds. Beth had almost proposed marriage to Roger rather than Joey, and still cared about both guys a lot. She was nearly sure Joey was ready to hang it up, and she was too. But she knew how much she'd miss him. If Roger got angry with her, it would be that much worse. If Coach T got mad … well, let's not talk about that possibility. 

"Okay," Beth said. "No hissy fits, no making passes at the girls, be the good girl. Coach, are you still going to have me speak at booster-club dinners? I've got to keep my grades up."

Coach T half nodded. "You'll split the time. I also haven't decided who I want as the team's media rep yet. I may rotate it – Ariel's a good talker, Melissa, Angela of course if she can put up with you, and there's a good chance I'll use Sarah or Mary and Camille on their off days. Maybe the younger kids too if they don't get stage fright. I calculate one more season like last year and all the boosters will be happy – as long as there are no ‘incidents.'"

Beth's blood ran cold. Coach T was talking about something very different than what you might think. "I promise."

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"You were a cheerleader?" Carol asked, almost as an echo.

"Is it that hard to believe?" Beth replied with a twinkle in her eye. She sat on the last seat of the bus, with Carol leaned around to speak to her. Sarah sat next to Beth, Tracy next to Carol, Melissa and Ariel across the aisle. Mary and Camille, who were scheduled to start that night, were a little farther forward with their game faces on. Angela was way up front; she and Beth didn't get along off the field.

"It was a small school. We were all athletes. So the school named about twenty cheerleaders and rotated us out. I cheered at football and volleyball, some other girls at boys' basketball, another group at girls' basketball. They had the Diamond Dolls at baseball and softball. It sucked being on the bottom of the pyramid, but hey … at least I could hold up any girl."

The younger women were in awe … and some caught an undercurrent that might or might not have been in the words. Carol finally asked something else.

"I told you I saw you pitch in a kids' league, didn't I?"

Beth smiled. "Before my folks moved, I lived near here. I was in Juniors, two years younger than the other girls. I had my growth spurt early and nobody minded having a ‘little girl' on the team. It was weird, though. I was still playing with dolls and they were talking about boys groping them and periods and stuff. EEEEWWWW."

Carol nearly broke up laughing. "That sounds like me. I say that when my mom nurses my baby brother. By the way, she and my dad have the night off from work and they're planning to drive over. I just hope she brings some bottles for him! My brother, that is," she finished too quickly.

Beth went grave. "Being a mom must be nice." Pause. "Have you ever heard the terms ‘ectopic pregnancy' or ‘tubal pregnancy'?"

The young ladies looked quizzically at one another. Carol said: "My sister's planning to go to medical school, she probably knows."

"That's what I had. I found out I was pregnant and we moved up the wedding date. But then the doctor told me the baby ..." she paused. "I just said ‘baby,' didn't I?"

Carol smiled reassuringly. "I grew up in a Catholic household and I've got a newborn brother. I know what you said."

Beth smiled sadly. "My doctor did an ultrasound on me and found out the baby hadn't made it to the womb. It – I can't tell you if it was a boy or a girl – was stuck in my Fallopian tubes. It was growing, but the tubes don't expand like the womb does. Sooner or later you have a rupture, and there's a real good chance you'll die. The doctor told me they'd have to go in and remove it, and told me there was a good chance any other babies would be tubal too. They asked if they could tie off my tubes. It took a long time, but I said yes."

"There wasn't any good choice, was there," Carol said, not knowing if she had uttered a question or a statement.

"Well, there was a choice, but that came later. Joey and I both blamed him for knocking me up. I had been worried about my pitching career going down the drain, and he had worried about what he would do as a father. But we fought about it from different angles. I got on him for not doing things for himself, and he blamed me for being selfish." 

She paused. "We stopped arguing eventually, but for a whole year I was on the pill anyway and he used condoms. I knew he wouldn't sneak around on me, women just know these things. But after the car accident, sex was difficult for a long time because I hurt so much and was so mad. If you ever hear the phrase ‘a good fight and a good fuck,' I think it's bullshit. We went three months between lovemaking spells at one point because we just didn't want to do it. He surfed porn sites and jerked off. I tried to blame him but I couldn't. If we did fuck, he always did the best he could and that was one hell of a lot. It was so good … I don't know if I'd ever dream anybody else would be as good as he was. Not even a woman."

An awkward silence.

"There, I've said it," Beth said. "I've been attracted to girls since I was on that junior-league team, and I'm attracted to women, and I'd love to fuck all of you in the good way, but I can't cheat on Joey. And I won't, not unless we break up and that sounds like it's almost a sure thing. I'm scared for him, that once we break up he'll get in another bad relationship in Arizona or the minor leagues or maybe with the Devil Rays. I don't care about me, but … he'll always be special."

Sarah moved in and put her arm around Beth. Tracy moved in and put her arm around Beth. Carol took Beth's hand.

Beth was quiet for a minute. Then Carol changed the subject. "Is Joey coming?"

"Right behind home plate," Beth said. "Good thing I'm not starting tonight, or I'd never hear the last of him."

She was wrong.

* * * * *

For a team that had won its first game, the group limping back onto the bus several hours later felt like it had lost.

Much of the problem had been a seven-run first inning. Brunswick State had eaten Wheaties for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They had driven Camille from the mound after two outs. The two on base scored against Beth and Angela, who clearly had trouble getting their signs straight, and three more had scored in the second inning. If not for single runs in the tops of the first three innings for Butler (Carol outran a double and Tracy singled her home; Melissa split the outfielders for a triple and Ariel scored her with a sacrifice fly; and Beth herself hit a high drive which kept going and landed four feet beyond the fence), the mercy rule would ended the game in the middle innings.

Mary had been the hero of the comeback, hitting a grand slam home run after she was shifted to the outfield following Camille's departure. The score was 11 to 10, Butler leading, with the home team in its last at-bat. The first three batters reached on walks and errors, leading to a heated confrontation on the mound. The whole team gathered and got in between Beth and Angela.

But the team still won. The next batter hit a liner that Carol snagged in flight and alertly flipped to Tracy rushing on second base, followed by Ariel nailing the first-base runner in a sweet tag that just touched her on the fingertips.

They should have felt great, but they didn't. Angela was as far away from Beth as she could get and still be on the bus. Mary was in the middle trying to comfort Camille. The other "couples" were scattered, nobody having much to say to one another. Carol sat close to Beth, who had a truly bewildered look on her face. 

Beth talked to herself, but loud enough for Carol to hear. "Don't understand … my arm felt fine … never had a game called like that …"

Carol said, "Sometimes the other team gets on a roll and nothing can stop them."

Beth sort of heard, sort of didn't hear. "What was wrong with Camille … damn fine woman … never gets into trouble …"

Carol revised her opinion about Beth talking to herself. She was talking to Joey, maybe, or someone else Carol couldn't see. She decided not to listen. It was unusually cold on the bus, she thought, but after all she had played a full game in the warm Georgia sunshine and had showered afterwards. She huddled up, leaned back and tried to rest.

It was about a half-hour later, and pretty dark, when Carol got too cold and decided to get up and move to another seat. She chose one across the aisle from Mary and Camille, who didn't see her.

A minute later, she realized why they didn't see her.

Mary was nuzzling Camille's neck with her lips while one hand wandered Camille's thighs. Camille had one of her own hands around Mary's back, almost at her buttocks, while her other hand tailed down near her own pussy.

Carol's face was a study in conflicting emotions. She had never seen people performing sexual acts in the flesh. On the other hand, she was no stranger to lesbianism. Her "aunt" Linda and her "cousin" Sue Adams had been a couple for about six months, and Sue had told Carol quite a bit about how she had become attracted to Linda. Furthermore, although Carol couldn't prove everything, she knew that both her parents had been Linda's lovers in the past – Mike before he met Patricia, Patricia about a year ago when she and Linda had first met. All that was in the past, but her respect for her parents, Linda and Sue had grown even more than she thought it could grow during the difficult summer.

Carol decided to get up and leave. But before she could, she saw Beth walking down the aisle. Beth froze in her tracks as she saw the lovers. Carol thought quickly and moved to the window seat, and patted the aisle seat. Beth sat down beside Carol and looked at the seat back. Her face was a study in emotions.

As quietly as possible, Beth said to Carol: "I've never seen something like that."

Carol, just as low: "Neither have I."

Beth: "What are they feeling for each other?"

Carol: "No idea."

The two young women then went silent, neither one daring to look at the couple nearby. Carol's initial reaction was to be grossed out, and she probably would have said "EEEEEWWWWWW," but she knew from discussion about how men and women did similar things together, and she sure as hell didn't want to shock the couple. Without looking at them, she looked at Beth instead.

Carol spoke very softly. "Have they ever done this in public before?"

Beth turned around and spoke just as softly. "I don't think they've ever done this at all. I have no idea why now …" Then she stared straight ahead.

How two women three feet away couldn't hear all this was a mystery to both Carol and Beth, but Mary and Camille were warming to the lovemaking. Camille had bunched up Mary's shirt and was massaging her hard nipples with both hands while kissing her chest just above the bra. Mary was caressing Camille's firm buttocks and had her other hand down between her own legs, which by now were parted. Camille removed one hand from Mary's breasts and put it on top of Mary's hand, wanting to feel what Mary felt.

Mary pulled Camille's mouth to her own and gave her a deep, heartfelt kiss. Camille pulled away, and then gave Mary a deep kiss of her own. Mary bade Camille to sit back on the seat, on Mary's hand. Camille did so, but moved her head down Mary's chest. With her other hand, she moved up Mary's back to unsnap her bra, then moved under her shirt to lift Mary's breasts up and out. She traced the shape of the right breast with her tongue, and then sucked on Mary's nipple. Mary slid down in the seat and parted her legs further. She brought her hand up from underneath Camille and slid it into the waistband of Camille's pants. Camille let her hand slip off Mary's, going to Mary's inner thigh.

Across the aisle, two faces were growing steadily redder. Carol was embarrassed by being party to this, and gladly would have left. But she looked at Beth and realized the older woman was aroused, embarrassed and frightened all at once. 

"Curious," Carol mouthed to herself. She didn't realize she had said it until Beth turned and looked her right in the eye, took her hand and held it. Carol winced and Beth relaxed her grip.

"Sorry …" Beth mouthed, a look of desperation on her face. Then, very low, "Please don't go. I won't hurt you. I don't know what to do."

Carol thought rapidly. She knew counseling was a major part of a cop's job. She had had many heart-to-heart talks with her mom, dad, Linda and Sue. She said very quietly, "Don't hurt them. Don't look at them. Look at me. I'll try to help."

Beth released Carol's hand and instead gripped the armrests of the seat until her knuckles turned white. She said, just as quietly. "Don't look at them if it bothers you. You were right. I am very curious. I didn't know they were."

By this time, unseen by Carol or Beth, Mary and Camille had their hands inside each others' pants and panties, feeling the warmth and stickiness of the flowers. Mary's hand was guiding Camille's in exploring Mary's own pussy, while Mary explored Camille's pussy on her own. Camille still worked on licking and sucking Mary's nipples, and also had Mary's shirt bunched up to kiss her stomach. Mary raised her hips off the seat. Camille pulled down Mary's shorts past her knees and ran her other hand under Mary's bottom, exploring the perineum as she kissed down Mary's stomach. Mary took her own hand away and caressed Camille's face, guiding it.




The New Softballers Ch. 03



Camille looked up and whispered: "Do you want me to lick you?"

Mary gasped, "Oh yes, please."

Camille replied: "Touch me in there for another minute or so. I'm so close." Then she went back to kissing Mary's tummy and slid one hand into her own pants to join Mary's. Mary stroked the back of Camille's neck in sensual fashion while her other hand explored Camille's delicate insides.

Camille felt her pussy clamp down on the fingers, and sucked on Mary's tummy enough to leave a mark. Then she slowly extracted herself from Mary's fingers, leaving her own in her pussy. Mary took Camille's head in both her own hands and kept caressing Camille's face as Camille knelt on the floor in front of Mary. Mary leaned her head back as Camille caressed her womanhood with one hand and slowly kissed her way up Mary's inner thighs.

Camille stopped short so she could look deeply at Mary's pussy. She regarded it with a sense of wonderment. As the neighbors suspected, she had never looked at a woman that closely. Touching had been one matter; every woman has touched herself. She had even been licked out by a guy. But licking another woman … that was completely new to her. She just had to do what she liked having done to her.

To that end, she swirled her own fingers around in her pussy and swirled her fingers around in Mary's pussy in a similar motion. Then she used the fingers to open Mary up like a flower. She took a few tentative licks at the lips, planted a peck on the clitoris, and then flattened her tongue and laved from bottom to top.

Mary had to release one hand and clasp it over her mouth to avoid crying out. She pushed Camille's face into her and stroked the neck again as a sign of encouragement. Camille almost smothered, she thought, in the other woman. She moved her mouth so she could breathe through her nose, inhaled, and tried again, a diagonal long lick downward, a few licks at the lower lip, a long slow trailing up the flesh, a flicking of the clit and finally a big kiss on the clit, feathering it while she took it firmly between her lips. She hung on with her upper lip and tongue while her lower lip covered more of the delightful flesh. 

By now all four people in the immediate vicinity were sweating, despite the coolness of the bus. Carol was just plain scared. Beth was breathing very shallowly, not trying to make a spectacle of herself, her legs pressed tightly together. Carol patted Beth's hand reassuringly. Beth shot a grateful look Carol's way.

Mary was on the verge of the best climax of her life. She had a substantial portion of her fist thrust into her own mouth to keep from crying out. Camille was on the verge of another orgasm. Carol thought Beth was going to cum without even touching herself.

Then suddenly … WHAM!

Camille climaxed. Mary climaxed. 

The bus fishtailed all over the road as the driver slammed on the brakes. 

Carol was flung forward into the back of the seat in front of her and took a terrible wallop on the nose. Beth realized an instant too late that she had wedged her foot under the seat in front of her. Her entire body pile-drove into her bad knee. 

Beth screamed, and she was far from the only one. Carol, Camille, Mary and at least a half-dozen unsuspecting women screamed. Camille and Mary were flung into the seat in front of them; Camille, flailing helplessly, fell into the aisle and hit her head. Mary, her back wrenched, crawled out a moment later. Beth just kept screaming.

Coach T was up in a moment. She had intended to attend to the young women behind her, but the male driver of the bus drew her attention first.

"Goddamn fucking dykes! Get off this goddamn bus right now, cunts!"

Coach Wilson placed himself between Coach T and the driver, who looked fully prepared to slug anyone in his way and, as Coach Wilson knew, had a tool box full of potentially dangerous objects near him. Coach Wilson went for the tool box, lifted it with one hand like a baseball, swatted at the automatic door opener with his other hand and flung the tool box out the door, far into the night.

Deprived of most of his weapons, the driver resorted to his mouth, uttering a long string of obscenities about the dyke bitches who fucked around on his bus. Coach T stood in the aisle, daring him to come within punching range of her. Coach Wilson saw Sarah come sprinting up the aisle to attend to Beth, along with several others who helped Mary and Camille. Tracy saw the blood on Carol's face and rushed to help her with the only thing she had available, a packet of maxi-pads. Beth was in too much pain even to curse.

Coach Wilson got Coach T turned around and stared at the bus driver, whose vile words continued unabated. Coach T came down the aisle and stared at Beth, and particularly Camille and Mary, who were hopelessly disheveled. Finally she spoke in an even, low-pitched voice. 

"Why were you doing that?"

Carol hated Coach T at that moment. Sarah sensed it. Sarah and Tracy looked at Carol in a way that said: "Don't say anything … something is going on here."

Coach T continued. "Were you that curious? Thrill-seeking? Reckless?"

Camille wiped tears of pain and humiliation from her face. "We … we wanted to do it, but this … this was on a dare."

"Who dared you?"

And then Carol saw the reason Sarah and Tracy had told her to keep quiet. The expressions around the bus were trained on Beth, all of them disapproving. Carol realized that almost everyone thought Beth had put the other two women up to it. But she saw one expression more than any other. And she spoke.

"Coach T …"

"What?"

"Angela is burning holes in your back with her eyes."

Angela must have guessed what Carol said. And she said something.

"God damned fucking whistleblower cunt."

Unfortunately, Coach Wilson heard every word of that. He didn't confront Angela directly. Instead, he walked past the driver, sat down in his seat and looked in the rearview mirror. Then he looked at Angela. The he spoke rather clearly.

"There is no way in hell he could see what was going on from here. But the mirror inside your purse could see it just fine. I saw you adjusting it. And I saw your lips moving just before he stomped on the brake."

It was at that moment that a siren wailed and revolving red lights appeared on an automobile behind the bus. Everybody froze. Beth dropped to a whimper.

A man got out of the car and took purposeful strides along the side of the road beside the passenger side of the bus. Carol saw him through her window. A woman followed him, and then went back to the car.

"Oh my God, it's my mom and dad," Carol said. 

The man stopped in front of the still-open bus door and put his hands on his hips.

"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT IN THERE?" Mike Gibson Senior boomed out.

Coach Wilson hurried to the door and answered. "NO! We have injuries and a possibly dangerous confrontation."

Mike got out his radio and called in the location of the bus. Then he called out again. "WHERE IS YOUR DRIVER?"

The driver's blood ran cold. He went to the doorway and saw the Sheriff's Department Officer down below. Mike was in civilian clothes, but his manner and tone of voice clearly identified him.

"You up there," Mike said. "I know I'm out of my jurisdiction, but I have the Georgia State Patrol and the McIntosh County Sheriff's Department on the line, and I WANT your permission to come aboard this bus!"

The McIntosh County Sheriff's Department had a reputation dating back most of a century, and it wasn't a good one. The driver knew that. He beckoned Mike to go ahead and board.

"What happened?" Mike said as he stepped on the bus.

"Those two bitches were fucking in public," the driver answered inelegantly.

Mike walked down to Mary and Camille. They were so dazed that they hadn't tried to cover themselves. They were also terribly afraid. He spoke very softly.

"Public lewdness is a crime, young ladies, punishable by a fine and jail time, up to two grand and a year in a county lockup. I've heard what they do to prisoners in McIntosh County."

Mary said through her tears, "We didn't mean to do it in public. We were dared to. A girl noticed we were interested in each other and told us if we screwed up tonight we had to do it on the bus going back."

That's when Carol spoke up. "It's true. The girl up front there with the driver did it. She didn't say so, but I know."

Mike did a double take. He hadn't recognized Carol through the pad over her face and the twang from her badly bloodied nose. 

"Carol? How bad is it, honey?" Then he looked down at Beth. Without waiting for an answer, Mike whipped out his radio again. "Patrol units, please come in. We need an ambulance out here, maybe two of them. We have a female in extreme pain from an apparent knee injury, another female with a back injury, and at least two others with possible whiplash." Then, to Carol, "Here honey, let me take a look."

Beth looked up. "'Honey?' Is he your dad or something?"

Carol looked down, her voice barely audible and not by choice. "Yes. This is Lieutenant Michael Gibson of the Jackson County Sheriff's Department."

That's when the bus driver made a big mistake. He sauntered down to Mike and poked his finger into Mike's back. "So you are out of your jurisdiction. You get your ass off my bus and take your sicko daughter and her perv buddies with her."

Mike turned and looked the bus driver right in the eye. "Deal." He called on his radio again. "Officer needs assistance. All units in the vicinity of Mile Marker 37 between Brunswick and Darien please report in. We have people from a stranded bus who need rides home."

Beth grabbed at the seat handles and somehow managed to stand up. Using the seat backs, she swung herself down the aisle, dragging her useless leg behind and her face set in a snarl. When she got to Coach T, she spoke.

"There is an ‘I' in ‘standing up for your teammates.' I'm getting off this motherfucker and going back home. I don't give a shit if you take away my scholarship."

Coach T looked at Beth. Then she addressed the entire bus.

"If you want a ride home, stay on this bus. If you want to stay on the team, get off this bus. Anyone who's too banged up to walk, raise your hand and we'll get you help." Then she turned to Angela. "And you, young lady, are staying on this bus whether you like it or not."

"Fuck you, dyke bitch."

Beth by this time had reached Angela's seat. She just stared at her new enemy. Finally she found the words. "I hope you're happy with what you've done, Angela."

"I can do a lot more," Angela replied.

"Go … right … ahead," Beth said. She tried to go down the steps -- and fell flat on her face in the pavement. Coach T and Coach Wilson rushed to help her.

Almost everyone on the bus exited. Mike checked on Carol to see if her nose was broken, and then put a gentle hand on her shoulder and told her he'd meet her outside. He then spoke quietly to Mary and Camille.

"Look, young ladies, this is a case of entrapment if there ever was one. I apologize for frightening you, and I promise you won't be charged with anything. Just try to stand up to the hazing and cruel jokes and report any harassment to the coach. Now, please adjust your clothing and let me see if you're badly hurt."

The young ladies weren't well off. Mary dragged herself down the aisle like Quasimodo and Camille looked like she might have a concussion. Mike helped them off the bus, where Coach T and Coach Wilson were on the ground tending to Beth. He called for a second ambulance for Mary and Camille and gave some instructions to the coaches before he got back on the bus. 

Sarah and Tracy were the last to come forward. Mike looked hard at Sarah.

"You look like you need an ambulance yourself, young lady. I see some awful abrasions on your face and right arm."

"Do you think I could ride with Beth … the girl who had the knee injury?"

"I don't see why not," Mike said. "Carol, if you don't mind, I'd like you to ride with Mom and me if you don't think you need an ambulance." Then, to Tracy, "We've got room for one more if you need a ride." 

"Go ahead," Sarah said to Tracy. "I'll call you from the hospital and you can pick me up when they let me out."

Mike shepherded the girls to the front of the bus and helped them off. He saw with pleasure that as they unloaded their gear some Georgia State Patrol cars drove up and stopped with their lights flashing. Mike led Carol to her mom, who gave Carol a big hug and Tracy a warm handshake. After some instructions on how to fit in the car with a rear-facing infant seat, Pat let the two in the car, closed the doors and guided the other young women to the patrol cars.

Meanwhile, Mike wrote in a notebook. He sauntered past the driver, got out, checked on Beth briefly, then came over to a McIntosh County deputy and gave him notes on how many traffic tickets to write. 

The bus still sat there as most of the patrol cars drove away.

(End of Part 3)



The New Softballers Ch. 04



After a devastating accident, a coach and a booster come much closer together, while a pitcher tries to put her life back together. Part 4 of 5.

The story thus far: In Part 1, Carol Gibson, the daughter of Pat and Mike of "To Serve and Protect" fame, is enrolling in college when she meets a high school classmate who's playing on the college softball team. They're also organizing a late-summer intramural league to help the team's star pitcher, who's been bothered by a knee injury, rehabilitate. Carol agrees to come to tryouts, and actually meets the pitcher, a curt and abrasive woman trying to deal with pain on multiple levels. Later, the young woman who asked her to try out makes love with her older female lover, who enjoys the experience but wonders what the younger woman really gets out of it – and whether she is hot for Carol instead.

In Part 2, Carol goes to tryouts for the team and impresses the coaches with her fielding and baserunning abilities. While undressing after the workout, she accidentally meets Beth Wilson, the star pitcher. Beth is horrified when she recognizes Carol from a fake porno site that her husband and brother, who's one of the coaches, had accessed. Beth immediately tries to become nice to Carol, leading Carol to wonder if Beth might be hot for her. Later that night, two other players on the team, longtime lovers, play a sexual game with toys and elaborate courtesy.

In Part 3, Carol's team is returning home from a game when two team members start to have sex on the bus. Carol and Beth witness the lovemaking, both with embarrassed shyness. Suddenly, the bus driver stomps on the brakes in a deliberate attempt to humiliate the lovers, to whom he's been tipped off by another team member who hates Beth. Beth gravely re-injures her knee and the lovers, as well as other team members (including Carol) are injured. Carol's parents, who are police officers following in their own car, arrive on the scene and prevent a major confrontation, and help the injured players get to a hospital. The troublemaking team member is booted, but threatens even more retaliation.

My sincerest thanks to patricia51 and all who have previewed this story.

*****

With both its pitchers and catchers out of action, Butler forfeited its next game. Mary and Camille were improved enough to play the game after that, which they lost by five runs. Coach Wilson, watching Melissa and Ariel work out at fielding drills, encouraged them to start working out in the bullpen. They debuted with a loss, but with only two errors and four walks, one intentional followed by a bases-clearing triple when an outfielder misread a fly ball.

Five team members were out due to injury or some other cause. The unlucky shortstop who had allowed Carol to score was reinstated by telephone and placed in the outfield as a rover. She was adept at dropping bunts and advancing runners, and sometimes beat out a sacrifice. Within two weeks, the Butler team had traveled to Savannah and had come away with a win.

Carol visited Beth in the hospital as soon as she was able to. Despite a major surgery to the knee and constant, shooting pain, Beth brightened noticeably when she saw Carol enter. Coach Wilson was already there, talking about the team and Beth's rehab. Beth was out for the summer league, but might make a comeback in the spring as a coach and part-time player. She had asked to appear in uniform for a game in Atlanta, and Coach T had agreed.

After some friendly chit-chat about Beth's rehabilitation and the start of school, Carol dared ask. "When is Joey leaving for the Arizona Fall League?"

"Soon as the Major League season ends, October," Beth said sadly. "I just can't go with him. I'm afraid it's over."

Carol shook her head sadly. "I'm truly sorry."

Beth was pensive. "I wish you luck whenever you fall in love. Him too. He's really a good guy, but he wasn't the guy for me. I don't know who is anymore, to tell you the truth."

Then the women started talking about the atmosphere on the team, which had decidedly loosened after Angela's abrupt departure. Coach Wilson, rather uncomfortable, made his excuses and left. Beth watched him go with sadness.

"That is a guy I probably care for more than any other man," she said. "I used to wonder whether I should have married him instead; now I'm glad I didn't. That really threw me when your mom and dad came in. Do you know he's going into the next Sheriff's Academy class?"

"No, I didn't!" Carol breathed. "That's where I'm headed after I get my degree."

Beth smiled. "Maybe you'll meet him on patrol. I did some checking up on your mom and dad, and I couldn't believe your mom met your dad when she got busted for carrying a gun in her car."

Carol sighed. "She's told me. Officer Pat Morrison, giving up a big-city job, making a complete break from her past life but still a cop through and through, except she forgot the traffic laws. She was actually on her way to apply for a job in Jacksonville, and once she saw this department she decided to stay. She just like totally turned her life around. I'd never thought of becoming a police officer before she came into my life."

"I heard that another high-ranking deputy, your dad's girlfriend, raised you from age eight to twelve. She was the one who took you to my games, wasn't she?"

"Aunt Linda? Yeah, I wondered for a while if she and Dad would get married ... it sure wasn't for lack of her loving us, I just got to realizing that ... that ..."

"She's gay?" Beth asked. 

"Gay," Carol said in a low tone. "I could never really figure it out. I know she and my dad made love every chance they got and she really felt a lot for him, but she started feeling sad a lot later on. I didn't really figure it out until she and Cousin Sue got together. Sue knew what Aunt Linda really needed ... I guess she needed it herself. Sue told me some of what happened with her and Linda. I had a hard time understanding, except it meant everything to them both."

Beth was pensive. "Carol, I'm not going to lie to you. Women get turned on by women sometimes. I know at least six lez couples and a couple gay women who aren't attached. I've seen Tracy and I know she's turned on by you. I'm turned on by Sarah, for that matter. It's just as hard to explain as falling in love with a guy. You saying 'Aunt' Linda so much means that she never had all she wanted to feel for your dad, as much as she probably wanted to. If they'd married, they might still be together because they like each other, but she'd never get over her feelings and she'd get quieter and quieter and they'd just be friends who happened to live together. Joey and I have been like that for a long time."

Carol looked at Beth pleadingly. "I just don't feel anything for girls. I just ... couldn't, with you or any other girl."

Beth said: "I'm not asking you to. All I want from you is friendship. It's hard for me to make friends, and when you let me sit with you and stood up for Mary and Camille and me, that meant a lot. Besides, being with someone is scary as hell. You open your soul, the other person opens his or hers, and you leave a little piece behind each time, condoms or no condoms." She winked.

The two women chatted some more, and Carol got up to leave as Roger came back in with a cup of coffee for himself and some sort of health drink for Beth. Beth asked Carol a final question.

"Are you rooming with anybody on the Atlanta trip?"

Carol said not that she knew of.

"I've been to a nice hotel there with a couple of big double beds. I'm going to try to stay there. If you don't mind, and they book it, could I stay with you?"

Carol held her breath. But then a "Yes" came out.

*****

Carol had been to Orlando and some other vacation spots, but she was still amazed at Atlanta. The permanent population inside the city limits wasn't that big, maybe four hundred thousand people. But the metro area, and its millions of residents going to work in every imaginable field, made it look like the capital of the entire South. It was so far away that the team had flown by charter. What's more, they had been put up in the Peachtree Hotel, all seven hundred forty-eight feet of it, at a cost that would have flabbergasted anyone back home who actually worked for a living. She looked out her window at the skyline, which seemed to stretch forever as the city blended into the counties around it.

"Stop acting like a kid," Beth said from behind her. It was good-natured, though. Beth was on crutches but getting around pretty well. "If Joey makes the bigs, he'll get hotels like this, but after a while they won't mean diddly-squat."

"Who pays for all this?" Carol asked.

"Boosters," Beth said. "Coach T's partner has a lot of friends. When I got on the team and we started winning, a lot of those friends came to the games and opened their checkbooks. You'll meet Katherine Wheeler at dinner tonight with Coach T. She's actually a nice lady, I like her, but a lot of the people she runs with want a whole hell of a lot out of everybody, me especially. I used to run my ass off kissing up to some of those guys, and some of them really wanted me to kiss their asses and a whole lot more."

Carol shuddered. "Kind of like the 'you fix my kid's speeding ticket or I cut off funding for the civic center' kinds of guys?"

Beth nodded grimly. "Guys, women, big companies, small companies, all that. Katherine's been trying to set up a trust so we can just play the damn game and not worry about the money getting cut off. When I tore up my knee the first time, some of the boosters wanted to dump me in the gutter and piss on me because we weren't winning. You want to know why I'll do whatever Coach T asks? It's because she stood up to them and told them I stayed on scholarship as long as I behaved myself. Most coaches wouldn't have had a choice."

Carol was silent for a minute, lost in thought. Then she looked hard at Beth.

"Beth, forgive me for asking, but ... do you have a crush on Coach T?"

Beth looked at Carol angrily. Carol didn't flinch. Either Beth would answer or she would walk out. She finally did answer.

"Yes. Is it that obvious?"

Carol shook her head firmly. "No. I've just seen it with Sue and Aunt Linda, the feelings of wanting to be ... a family. They really care for each other."

Beth spoke softly. "Well, as far as that part goes, it's certainly true. But, I mean, your couple loves each other. Coach T loves Katherine and nobody else. I'm curious as hell to find out what real lovers do, because I'm tired of fucking without making love. I guess you feel the same way."

Carol nodded her head. "Do you still love Joey?"

Beth nodded her head vigorously. "I always will. It's just ... it's just that I always had problems with him having to struggle all the time to make it. I pushed him to get his degree and take courses in money management and all that, because you know guys ... they could sign a hundred million dollar contract and wind up two hundred million in the hole. I pushed him to take a job he hates because it was there. We fought so much that I don't think he can stand me a lot of the time. I know he loves me and we're both really sad, but it just isn't working. We've agreed to divorce next year."

Carol felt tears rise to her eyes. "I'm so sorry!"

Beth was crying too. "He needed someone else, someone who didn't always have her game face on. I look around and I see all these young women resenting me because I push so hard."

Carol spoke very softly. "Not all these young women."

Beth looked up. "Besides Coach T, I like you, and I like Sarah, and I like Melissa and Ariel, and I like Katherine, and ..." she stopped and looked at Carol. "Besides you, every woman I really like is attached to another woman. I wonder why I like them?"

Carol shrugged. "I'd bet you'd like Aunt Linda and Sue, for that matter. And you'd like my mom. She doesn't talk about it much, but one reason she moved away was because she broke up with her girlfriend. I think that's why she and Aunt Linda are such good friends, because Aunt Linda's been there before and Mom told her about her girlfriend, and Aunt Linda knew how to handle it. Both of them have told me what it's like to be in love with a guy, too. I'm hoping I'll fall in love with a guy, and that will be that."

Beth shook her head. "It's never that easy. I had four boyfriends before Joey, and each time I thought he was the one, and he wasn't. Thing is, none of them were bad in bed or anything. I just didn't feel anything with a couple of them and only a little bit of connection with another one. There's nothing worse than just letting your body say yes while your mind says 'Yeah, whatever.'"

Carol didn't want to dwell on that. "Who was the fourth one?"

Beth looked hard at Carol. "Roger was the fourth one. He'd never had sex in his life, and he still hasn't. He and I had a really good make-out session, and I looked in his eyes and he was scared to death he'd mess it up. He wanted it so bad and he wanted it from me, and I knew he'd be terrific, but he just wasn't ready. I just asked him to hold me until I fell asleep, and he did. We had a long talk after we woke up, and I told him he cared too much and he needed to relax and have fun, and I could tell he couldn't relax. He had to be in love with a woman before he'd do anything close to fucking, and I admired him and felt sorry for him all at once."

Carol looked at Beth, who had the same look in her eyes as when she talked to herself on the bus. She walked back to the window and looked out again.

Beth realized what she had said, and something else. "I saw your hanging bag in the closet. Did you bring a nice dress? We're all going to this sinfully elegant restaurant Katherine has a share in. Then it's an early curfew and we drive out to Emory University for practice four hours before game time. That place has almost as good a park as Turner Field."

"Sounds like you've made this trip before," Carol said as she snapped out of her reverie and went to the hanging bag. She took out the dress and held it up.

"Damn," Beth said, "that must be the best thing you have next to your prom dress. I have one dress that nice myself. You'd better iron it out on delicate, though. This room's got lots of devices for people to spruce up their clothes."

"I bet you look lovely in that dress," Carol said half to herself.

Beth's eyes shone. "Thank you."

*****

Carol DID look lovely in her dress. So did Beth. But they felt upstaged by Katherine Wheeler.

Katherine was about Coach T's age. The widow of an Atlanta business mogul who had worked himself into a fatal heart attack three years ago, she had recently packed the last of her children off to college. She was managing his corporations and the Butler College booster club. A long-ago roommate of Coach T, she had kept up with her in the quarter-century after graduation and had been the biggest softball booster of them all. Her wealth reportedly ran into nine figures, and not a short way.

Katherine dressed the part. Tailored suits during the day, elegant dresses and pantsuits in the evening. She was beautifully coiffed and made up. But she was no snob. She was incredibly gracious to the young women, particularly the new ones, many of whom had never been in a place this fancy before. She was especially solicitous about Mary and Camille, who had continued their off-and-on affair in the past weeks. They held hands and shook Katherine's with the vigor she encouraged, but they felt like party crashers in less-than-dressy clothing. To compensate, Katherine asked Beth if she and Carol could move down and let Mary and Camille sit closest to Katherine and Coach T. She made sure to direct her conversation equally among all of them, and was very complimentary to Carol for how she had been so nice to Beth.

But the graciousness hid something, and Coach T and Beth knew what. After the meal, Katherine and Coach T went into a huddle. They called Beth over after a while. Beth took what they had to say well, but she was stone-faced when she came back to the table.

It's here that the story divides into two simultaneous parts. Coach T climbed into Katherine's BMW and rode with her to a surprisingly modest suburban home. Carol and Beth went out to the bus. Beth made it up the steps, went to the last seat in the bus, and asked Carol to sit beside her. That was the last thing Beth said until she and Carol were back in the hotel room, over forty minutes later.

By that time, Coach T and Katherine had undressed, taken quick showers and put on fluffy full-length bathrobes. They moved into Katherine's bedroom and lay down on the bed. Katherine moved so Coach T was in her arms. They just lay there for a long while.

Katherine gave Tawny ... to use the name only Katherine used ... a gentle, motherly kiss on the lips. Tawny kissed back. She felt terribly sad.

"Do you feel up to this?" Katherine asked.

"Baby, I feel up to everything you do. But I'm really worried I'll be living with you for a while."

Katherine pulled back and raised herself on one arm. "There's no way they can fire you for something you never knew about."

Tawny said: "'They' can make my life a living hell until I resign. I got a call from the Atlanta Journal and Constitution just before I left for the airport. Scandal in the Swamp was the title of a proposed headline. They'll say half the team is gay and the other half are whores; they'll say we cheated; they'll go through every recruiting tool I used, they'll go DEEP into my sex life. I'm really afraid you'll get tarred by the good ol' boy brush."

Katherine gave Tawny a deep soul kiss. She pulled back. "That's how much I care about having my 'dykeism' exposed. And as far as the 'good ol' boy' thing, I've fought off the good ol' boys for a damn long time and they haven't gotten to me yet. I would love to have your ass in my bed to kiss and love every day, but I want your ass to be behind you doing a job that you love, and I don't care where you have to go to get it."

"That may be tough," Tawny said matter-of-factly. "Especially when it involves–"


"Steroids," Beth said at that very moment. Beth looked like she had been raped. 

Carol stared at her unlikely friend. A lot of questions ran through her mind, and she dismissed most as inappropriate. But she figured she had to say something.

"When did you start taking them?"

"When my first boyfriend, a football jock in high school, offered me some of his," Beth replied through clenched teeth. "Among other things, they got him super-horny and he figured they'd turn me on too. It was one hell of a good fuck all right, but it wasn't the steroids for me, it was because he just kept on going and going. Even after I got tired and sore, he still begged for more. My mouth, my pussy and my hand hurt for days."

Carol tried to digest this. "Did you continue taking them ... because of him?"

"Sort of," Beth said. "I really thought that if I got bigger and stronger, I'd be able to go through those marathon fuck sessions. Plus, I figured it couldn't hurt if I could throw a softball better than ANYBODY else. So after we broke up, I got phony prescriptions from his supplier and kept on using them. Plus, I had an extra growth spurt and went up another four inches, I don't know why. Being that tall, people just expected me to be strong, and nobody really asked why."

"Did anybody find out ..." Carol thought how stupid that sounded, so she added: "I mean, did Coach T or anybody know and keep quiet about it?"

We now go back to Katherine's bedroom, where she was hugging Tawny close. Tawny had her face burrowed into Katherine's robe. It felt so good that she didn't want to pull her face out and speak, but her lungs dictated otherwise.




The New Softballers Ch. 04



"Remember when I suspended Beth indefinitely? Angela and Beth had a fight over something, I don't know what. Angela came right to me and told me Beth had confided in her that she was using. I kept quiet, but I observed her really closely. She tore up the locker room after a loss. We kept it quiet, said the suspension was for unspecified disciplinary reasons. But I knew it was the testosterone in her system. I had her come to my office with the Attorney for Students so she could get due process. But she admitted the whole thing. I told her I didn't want to see her again until she was clean."

And again, back to the hotel room. Carol was still asking Beth questions and Beth was still answering them. "What was the fight with Angela about?"

Beth was quiet for a long time. "I made a pass at her."

Carol inhaled sharply.

"We were both drunk. Joey and me, and Angela and her date, were back at my place. Joey can't hold his liquor, he was asleep. Her date started egging us on, saying he'd like to see two girls making it. I guess Angela was too drunk to say no. We started kissing and making out and I touched her down there. She jumped back like she'd been shot." Beth pulled back a bit to compose herself.

"Then, Angela and her date went to pee, both at the same time. After a couple minutes I heard some terrible screams. I rushed into the bathroom and he was trying to rape her. Saying stuff about how if she wasn't a lez, she ought to love his cock, and a lot of shit-talk like 'Take it, bitch!' I jumped all over him and slugged him in the nuts, the gut, the face; kicked his legs; broke his hand. And to this day, I don't know if I was protecting Angela or I was beating on him because he had 'outed' me. Angela had to stop me."

Carol was horrified by the description. And light began to dawn. "Angela was angry at you not just because you tried to go for her, but because you were so brutal in rescuing her from him."

Beth nodded. "I sobered up enough to drive them both to the hospital, and a doctor looked at me as well. She said my heart was racing so fast that she was afraid I'd be dead at 21 from some kind of rupture. I had to tell her and Angela about the steroids. Angela was even more pissed."

"So she went to Coach T and told her?"

Beth nodded. "Coach T suspected, but didn't know. I was losing control too much and getting too mad after losing. Finally, she called me in and asked me and I said yes. She told me she wouldn't have me on the team until I quit and stayed off. And I have, too. I kicked alcohol and pain pills after losing the baby, and I'll stay off pain pills until I can't stand this any more."

Carol sighed. "My birth mom died of cancer and I saw her hurt. I know she always felt better whenever my dad was around. I hope you can find someone who really cares about you."

Beth shook her head. "Joey did. I've cried myself to sleep thinking why couldn't this work. I'm never going to say a bad word about him as long as I live, and I hope he stays my friend."

"But you still need someone close to you," Carol said. 

Back to Katherine's bedroom. Katherine and Tawny had their robes open and were wrapped together as if in a cocoon. Each had been kissing the other's neck and rubbing their breasts together. For Katherine, it wasn't necessarily sexual. But Tawny wanted to lose herself in the embrace of the other woman, and Katherine was happy to oblige.

Katherine gave Tawny a lingering kiss and caressed her cheek. "Do you really believe she stopped taking them?"

Tawny nodded. "I really do believe so, but I think they stay in her system and cause serious problems."

"The car accident, do you think?"

Tawny nodded. "It didn't sound like much when I heard about it. She was folded up in a small passenger seat, so her knee hit the dashboard. She didn't seem to be hurting too badly at the time. But it just kept getting worse and worse. The doctors had to open her up and drain fluid, and they found bone deformities. Bone softening is a side effect of steroid usage, and they don't harden back. Plus, she was in pain all the time and I had to warn her again and again not to try to compensate and hurt the arm."

"The million-dollar arm?"

"Ten million is more like it, isn't it? We didn't make that much in ticket sales, but attendance went from 30 per game to over a thousand. Booster donations to build the field, buy the uniforms, get the big schools to play us. All coming to see her pitch. Once the word gets out that she was enhancing that pitching arm, the only way they'll come out to the ballpark is to see they can piss on the mound."

Katherine shook her head. "That is not the thing to say to your lover. It's creative, but it's crude."

Tawny nuzzled into Katherine's shoulder again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But the program will be tainted for I don't know how long, and she'll be tainted for life. I mean, if the N-C-A-A comes down with sanctions, I'm prepared to handle it. But I can't do anything for her without really violating the rules and getting her banned from the sport. I know, sooner or later she'd have to stop pitching, but she wants to be a coach and a teacher and it would all be taken away."

Katherine kissed Tawny deeply. She stroked the breast pressed against hers. She wiped Tawny's face. "If you didn't have me and you didn't have such good morals about not having an affair with one of your players ... would you?"

Tawny sighed. "No. She doesn't need a lover like me. Not because I'm old and ugly {Katherine: 'You're neither!'}, but because she doesn't need an authority figure for a lover. She needs someone who's her equal or pretty close to it."

Back to the hotel suite, where Beth had admitted all of the above. She didn't see Carol as an equal. She could have looked down on the freshman, the non-jock, the girl who would leave college early. 

Instead, she looked up to Carol. Carol had thought a lot during the conversation, asking police-type questions about the steroid use and who might be involved. And Carol asked again.

"What is the worst that could happen to you, and to the program?"

Beth had thought about this a lot. "The program could lose its accreditation. The boosters could withdraw their support. Because of Title Nine, the college would have to keep a women's sport equivalent to a men's sport, but the sport would be meaningless. Coach T could lose her job and the girls could lose their scholarships. And me ..."

"May I guess?" Carol asked. "I've seen athletes get, well, not crucified, but regarded with suspicion all their lives. Look at Lance Armstrong. People believe every bad thing anybody says about him. Or some of those baseball sluggers who hit the ball a mile and a half. They will be black sheep for life. They'll never make the Hall of Fame. Their enemies will write nasty books about them. Oh, they'll have enough money to live on, but no friends. You ... you'll have no friends AND no money. You'll be an untouchable as a coach; everybody will think you deal as well as use. Nobody will give you a job unless it's flipping burgers. Am I right so far?"

"That's the worst thing that could happen, yes," Beth said. Again she looked like she had been raped and could be raped again. But not by Carol. Carol spoke in the gentlest tone she could muster.

"That young woman who framed me for all that – she came clean about it, pleaded guilty, stood up and let me forgive her. If you'll come to my house and talk to my parents about what you did, they can start talking to people they know. If the program didn't know about you using, they can find ways to clear the program. If you've stopped using, they can help you do community service about the dangers of steroids. My dad and my Aunt Linda know a lot about steroid dangers – they busted a steroid-and-cocaine ring years ago, right after they first met. They're both really involved in helping people get through all that. There may be other things we can do for you. I think some of the girls will forgive you for whatever you've done and even care for you."

"Carol ... I was the bitch from hell on the team. I wanted to win and play super-well, and I had zero tolerance for a lot of people."

"Me too?" Carol asked.

"You too, for even the slightest mistake. I hated myself afterwards, but I got mad at you, at Sarah, Tracy, all the others."

"I wonder how they took it," Carol said softly. "I wonder how they took it."

Back to Katherine's bedroom. Katherine was actively making love to Tawny's pussy with her mouth, both women still enfolded in their robes. 

"My God," Tawny gasped. "I don't know what feels better, you licking me or your robe." Katherine hit a sensitive spot. Tawny moaned. "Your licking me."

Katherine raised herself and kissed her way up Tawny's belly to her face. She shared Tawny's juices in a deep soul kiss. "The robes are special-order," she said. "The softest and warmest I could find. You deserved one for being so soft and warm to me. Will you lick me too and make me melt?"

"Oh, thank you," Tawny said. Katherine knelt over Tawny's face and got down on all fours in a 69 position. Katherine flipped the robe up above her hips. "I just don't want you to have breathing problems," she said. 

"Thank you for that beautiful bottom," Tawny said sincerely, caressing it with her hands. Katherine lowered her head and kissed around Tawny's thighs and lower belly. She certainly hadn't forgotten Tawny's pussy – loved it, in fact – but she wanted to reciprocate exactly what Tawny was to do to her.

Tawny chose to lick the length of Katherine's cleft, from the clit down, and drag her tongue back up. Her hands still clutched at Katherine's buttocks, spreading and compressing them and rotating them in circles. Katherine couldn't do quite the same with her hands as Tawny was doing, but her tongue matched the action. She lay on her elbows and pushed Tawny's thighs around her head.

This went on for several minutes. Both women were gentle and exploratory, enjoying the feel and the taste of their lovers. Their arousal wasn't frantic; there was no rush. But it did build. Eventually, Tawny begged leave to slip her arms out of the robe and to lie back for a minute for the sake of her neck. Katherine gladly granted it and shrugged off her own robe. She spread it over her back like a blanket and bent back down to Tawny's womanhood. Tawny lay back, her hands massaging Katherine's mons and bottom, tracing the cleft with a finger up and down. After giving birth multiple times, Katherine was stretched out inside and could easily be penetrated by several fingers, which was Tawny's intent. Tawny, who had no children and didn't particularly like being penetrated, was much more content with the tongue action Katherine was performing on her.

Slowly but surely, Tawny slid one finger into Katherine's vagina, rubbing just "above" the clit. Katherine reciprocated by taking Tawny's clit into her mouth and gently sucking it. Encouraged, Tawny added a second finger at the base of Katherine's pussy, rubbing the bottom walls. She lifted her head up and just flicked the clit with the base of her tongue.

Tawny's third finger penetrated her, this time in the middle, and did a little dance. First to the left, then to the right, then down to touch the finger at the base (which was close to the G-spot), then back up to the top, er, bottom of the vagina. The finger at the bottom, I mean top, began massaging the G-spot. Soon, Tawny would add her fourth finger to the penetration and lick all around.

Katherine redoubled her efforts, focusing mainly on Tawny's clit but also slipping her tongue just inside Tawny's folds and swirling it. She stopped at the bottom to gather the reservoir of female love juices and swallow a fair amount. Tawny's other hand, massaging Katherine's ass checks, signaled approval. So did her moving hips. Katherine's hips were moving too, driven by Tawny's fingers.

Tawny honestly felt she was being treated like a queen, in the presence of another monarch on a state visit. She reveled in the robes, in the woman above her, in the reassuring words of comfort Katherine gave, in the possibility of living with Katherine for a while until she could coach elsewhere. Oh, God ... that last possibility almost caused her to cum right there. She slipped her fourth finger in Katherine's core and massaged her perineum with her thumb, while bringing her mouth back into play on Katherine's clit.

Katherine licked Tawny for another minute or so. Then she rose up, arched her back, and pressed her pussy down on Tawny's face. The orgasm shivered through her. Her pussy clamped down on the fingers. She dropped down hard, used her hands to spread Tawny's lips apart, and licked Tawny's clit with the underside of her tongue. As Katherine's second orgasm approached, she felt Tawny moan into her pussy and raised her own hips up so Tawny could breathe, as Tawny lifted her hips to meet Katherine's face. Both women came together.

They lay as they were for a while. Slowly Tawny extracted her fingers from Katherine's pussy and asked Katherine to come up and meet her face to face. Tawny kissed Katherine's juice-covered lips and offered her fingers, upon which Katherine sucked deeply. Then they wrapped the robes about themselves and hugged, hands touching the intimate places. They continued to talk until they got aroused again, and rubbed together, aided by the fingers. 

Long afterwards, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Beth didn't fall asleep until nearly 2 in the morning, consumed by pain and by worry. But she had gently but firmly told Carol to get to sleep by 11 at the latest. Carol didn't want to leave Beth alone, but she finally consented. Beth left the bedroom and went into the living room, where she sat up.

Beth touched herself intimately during that time. She tried to visualize Carol making love to her, but the images from the site kept popping into her head. She cried and tried to banish the images. She thought about Angela, an even more sad spectacle. She thought about Sarah, which wasn't bad, but made her uncomfortable. Finally, she just created an imaginary female lover in her head, a composite, and imagined making love to that woman. She had to take the eyes of one woman, the lips of another, the breasts of a third, the hips of a fourth, the legs of a fifth ... the personality and heart came from a man, Roger. She cried as she thought of whom she could find who was like him. Maybe she would find somebody ... some day. Her body yielded to that thought and she came around her fingers, breathing hard, not daring to cry out.

But she did wonder if any of the girls on the team would forgive her. She and Sarah had been roommates before her marriage, and she greatly admired Sarah's drive and ability. Furthermore, Sarah had never said a cross word to her, nor made a pass at her, even though she had known early on Sarah was gay. She just hadn't gotten that much into Sarah's multiculturalism. Maybe she should have ... she found herself almost loving Tracy.

She admired Mary and Camille for a lot of things. She hated what Angela had done to them as much as she hated what Angela had done to her. She couldn't hate Angela, she knew. Angela had dropped out of school and moved out-of-state, and Beth didn't know if Angela had formally reported the steroid charges to the newspapers and to the NCAA. She tried to put Angela out of her mind.

Then there were Melissa and Ariel, Mutt and Jeff. Each had sometimes given her informal massages, strictly professional but each as good as an amateur could give. They worked in different, but equivalent, ways. Beth had sometimes bristled at Ariel's teasing, but she had held her tongue and gradually become accustomed to it.

Beth lost herself in thought. Eventually she lost herself in sleep.

(End of Part 4)



The New Softballers Ch. 05



The story thus far: In Part 1, Carol Gibson, the daughter of Pat and Mike of "To Serve and Protect" fame, is enrolling in college when she meets a high school classmate who's playing on the college softball team. They're also organizing a late-summer intramural league to help the team's star pitcher, who's been bothered by a knee injury, rehabilitate. Carol agrees to come to tryouts, and actually meets the pitcher, a curt and abrasive woman trying to deal with pain on multiple levels. Later, the young woman who asked Carol to try out makes love with her older female lover, who enjoys the experience but wonders what the younger woman really gets out of it – and whether she is hot for Carol instead.

In Part 2, Carol goes to tryouts for the team and impresses the coaches with her fielding and baserunning abilities. While undressing after the workout, she again meets Beth Wilson, the star pitcher. Beth is horrified when she recognizes Carol from a fake porno site that her husband and brother, who's one of the coaches, had accessed. Beth immediately tries to become nice to Carol, leading Carol to wonder if Beth might be hot for her. Later that night, two other players on the team, longtime lovers, play a sexual game with toys and elaborate courtesy.

In Part 3, Carol's team is returning home from a game when two team members start to have sex on the bus. Carol and Beth both witness the lovemaking with embarrassed shyness. Suddenly, the bus driver stomps on the brakes in a deliberate attempt to humiliate the lovers, to whom he's been tipped off by another team member who hates Beth and lesbians. Beth gravely re-injures her knee, and the lovers, as well as other team members (including Carol) are also injured. Carol's parents, police officers following in their own car, arrive on the scene and prevent a major confrontation, and help the injured players get to a hospital. The troublemaking team member is booted, but threatens even more retaliation.

In Part 4, Carol visits Beth in the hospital. Beth's playing career is done because of the injury, and her marriage is a hopeless case because of fighting with her husband even though she still truly loves him. To boost Beth's spirits, the team arranges to have her come to the team's big game in Atlanta and be a bench coach. When they arrive, the coach and the team's biggest booster have bad news for Beth. It has become public that Beth was taking steroids, and now a scandal threatens to sink the softball program. The coach and booster, who have been lovers off and on for years, discuss the situation during a lovemaking session. At the same time, Beth confesses all to Carol, who forgives her and promises to try to help. The coach and booster also vow to work through the scandal and not leave Beth hung up to dry. After Carol goes to sleep (alone), Beth stays up and thinks about the lesbian lovers in the previous chapters. She finds she is attracted to all of them and hopes to make friends with them.

My sincerest thanks to patricia51 and all who have previewed this story.

*****

The next day's game was a barnburner. The other team, designated the home team by a coin flip, showed their defensive prowess in the very first inning when their left fielder raced down a line drive into the corner, spun while still moving, pulled the ball out her glove with her left hand and launched a bullet right to the shortstop, the relay doubling Sarah off first base by thirty feet. In the bottom of the inning, their best hitter launched a shot that could have brought rain, but it was foul by inches. However, the home team pushed across a run on a single, an outfield error on which the runner took third base, and a short fly that Carol caught, but was blinded by the sun and didn't throw home until way too late. 

Carol made up for it in the top of the next inning, showing some daring baserunning on a grounder to center field that she stretched into a double. Tracy beat out a slow roller and Ariel followed with a two-run double. 

The teams traded another pair of runs and went to the bottom of the final inning with Butler College clinging to a one-run lead. Beth had become steadily more vocal in her encouragement of the players. She also had some words with Coach T about the lineup due for the home team. She had observed them carefully and was concerned that Camille was getting tired on the mound.

The apprehensions were very well-grounded. Camille hit the first batter of the inning when a pitch sailed on her. That young lady stole second base on a strikeout, and the next batter was intentionally walked. An infield out advanced the runners into scoring position, and the fifth batter was intentionally walked. A forceout or a strikeout would end the game, but so would anything hit beyond the infield, and the next batter up had already hit three hard line drives. 

Beth spoke to Coach T while the next batter was getting settled in. Coach T immediately called time and came out of the dugout. She went straight to the pitcher's mound and waved Mary up as well. Most of the infielders gathered.

"Look," Coach T said, "I hate to take you out at a time like this, but Melissa's been working on her sidearm curve and these other kids don't know her at all. You two go to the outfield for this one batter because I want you back in case she walks that young lady. I don't think she will. Left side of the infield, do an overshift because that's where the ball will be headed. Camille, you've earned a W and now it's time for Melissa to earn an S."

The umpire came out to ask for the game to move along. When he was a few steps away from the mound, Coach T raised her left hand up high in the unmistakable call to the bullpen. Camille trotted to the outfield and Mary went to change out of her catcher's gear.

"This game really counts to you?" the umpire asked.

"More than you'll know, Blue," Coach T said amiably. 

The umpire shrugged. "Just don't let anybody get hurt. I can't see the bullpen and I don't know how long your pitcher's been warming up."

"A long time," Coach T said and left it at that.

The coach of the other team complained, mainly trying to protect her somewhat fidgety hitter. The umpire had a few words with the coach, who abruptly quieted and went back to the dugout. Melissa ignored the complaining and set up with Ariel. The warm-up pitches seemed to go well. On Beth's urging, Coach T drew in part of her infield, but put Carol and Tracy at double-play depth in case something got hit hard and they needed extra reaction time.

Melissa's first pitch broke sharply and caught the outside corner for a called strike. The second pitch, pretty much in the same location, was swung on and fouled off. At the top of her delivery for the third pitch, Melissa seemed to hesitate and let go of the ball anyway. Wild pitch? As the Butler fielders gasped, Ariel leaped to her feet, lunged way outside and somehow hung on to the ball. She staggered, but the runner on third base smelled a hidden-ball trick – which in fact it was – and didn't try to score despite yelling from the batter.

The battle continued. The batter kept fouling off pitches, one of them down the third-base line which kicked foul before Sarah could get to it. Melissa missed with one pitch by an inch or so, another by less than that. Ten pitches into the at-bat and the count was full.

Coach Wilson called time and went out to the mound. He said something Beth had noticed, and pointed to Carol. Carol, who had been playing almost on top of second base, moved about twenty feet toward third. There was now a big gap between second and short, with only Melissa covering it. The batter took notice and shifted in the batter's box.

The curveball zoomed in. The batter saw very late that it would drop for a called strike. She took a desperation swing and got under the ball, sending a soft liner into no-man's land beyond the rim of the infield, between third and short.

Carol ran desperately in a diagonal. If the ball fell safely, the two lead runners could outrun any throw home. She made a desperation lunge and left her feet ...

The ball smacked into Carol's glove. That was the good news. The bad news was that she came down onto her right arm. She had no time to brace herself, so focused was she on holding onto the ball. Everything landed on the right arm, with her elbow slamming into her stomach.

Carol held the ball high. Then she rolled over and puked.

Then entire team was out to her in a matter of seconds. Even the opposing team's baserunners came over to check on the young woman who had just made a spectacular play to rob them of a victory. Beth was doing a Long John Silver imitation on her crutches – but Long John Silver, if you've read the book, could move just pretty darn fast when he had to. Beth pushed her way through the crowd, got down on her good knee, slid her arms around Carol and lifted her from the ground so Coach Wilson and Coach T could check for a fracture. 

Carol would be sore for days afterward, but there was no fracture. The team had won the game. Carol didn't feel like a hero, but the faces around her said she was.

*****

Five weeks later, Beth visited the Gibson house for supper. Carol had invited her, and had told her a number of things about her family and about something else to follow. At Beth's request, Roger Wilson drove her over and was part of the supper party. Roger had provided Beth with a lot of moral support when his kid brother went off to Arizona, and Beth also wanted him to meet two of the local legends of law enforcement. Mike and Pat objected mildly to being called "legends," but they didn't mind. Carol had said a lot of nice things about him.

Carol had talked frankly with her mom about the moral support Carol herself was going to provide Beth. You see, Beth was going to have her first female-female sex later that night. 

Sarah had been the initiator of the idea. She knew Beth had a crush on Carol, but that Carol wasn't gay. The day after the big game, she called Carol and talked to her about her own feelings for Beth. Carol was surprised to learn that Sarah, before meeting Tracy, had often thought of Beth as a lover and had come close to propositioning her often – but Beth had always had a boyfriend at the time. 

"But what about Tracy?" Carol had said.

Sarah had sighed. "Tracy is a wonderful girl, but basically she's still a girl. When I graduate and get out into the real world, the realities of a relationship will hit her and she won't be ready for them. She thinks we'll have multiple partners and sleepovers and all that, and it isn't like that. At the same time, she has a crush on Beth. If she and Beth actually have sex together, maybe that will fulfill her dream and maybe it will be easier when the inevitable does come. I really think she'll probably settle down with somebody else – maybe a guy – when she's ready."

"So you want you and Tracy and Beth all together?" Carol had said, frowning. "Won't that lead to jealousy?"

"Yes," Sarah had said, "and I have a plan to try to get around it. It will take a lot of luck, but I think maybe Melissa and Ariel will go along, possibly even Mary and Camille."

"An orgy?" Carol sounded horrified.

"No, definitely not," Sarah hurried to say. "I'm going to try to get Melissa and Ariel to lend us a bedroom. Then, two at a time, we'll go into the room with her and demonstrate how we make love. If she joins in, it will be fine. If not, that's fine too. I know you won't go along with it and neither will Roger, but I don't think you'll condemn us either."

"So what should I do?"

"Just be her friend and confidante. She needs that more than anything. You don't know what she's told me about you, but she really respects you. And I think she respects me too and wants to be my lover. And, quite frankly, I want to be hers."

*****

Roger drove up to the Gibson house at the precise time requested. Beth came out in a peasant blouse and long, loose skirt that hid the brace on her knee. With help from Roger and two arm canes, she made her way up to the front door.

Mike and Pat gave their dinner guests a warm welcome. Beth gave Carol a hug, a bright smile on her face. Baby Mikie had eaten and was down for a while, so the group had a fairly nice and quiet meal. 

Afterwards, the group – except Stephanie, who went to her room to study – adjourned to the living room. Mike and Pat were curious about what was to transpire later that night, but their questions came in another area.

"Have you heard anything further about what people are saying about you and the steroids?" Mike asked with concern.

Beth shook her head no. "Pardon my saying so, please. But due process is just agony. All that waiting to find out what's going to happen to you, imagining the worst. I know it's designed to protect the innocent, but people start believing everything bad they hear and after a while ... you might as well be guilty."

"There is no prejudging in this house," Pat said briskly. "I have a copy of your statement to the Sheriff's Department investigative team. I've checked it against the evidence of the illegal prescriptions and I've read the statements by the coaches and the other team members. You're clean and I'll treat you as such."

"Me too," Mike said in a firm voice.

Beth smiled through tears. "I don't know much about what they can do to me. It'll be hard for me to even walk again, much less play. I've tried to get hold of the N-C-A-A compliance officer, but it's an ongoing investigation and –"

Mike raised his hand. "I know people who know people. So does my wife. The procedure is going to be that you stay on scholarship for one more year. Then you have to graduate. The rest of the team will continue to play the regular schedule. If there are any changes to the program, they won't take effect until next summer. There are a few ongoing investigations into individual players, but they're convinced there wasn't some big steroid ring going on and most of your teammates are free and clear. Some of them will be given the opportunity to transfer out and play for another program under a hardship case, with an extra year of eligibility to replace the one they sat out."

Pat picked up the thread. "The boosters are going to get it pretty bad for the atmosphere they created. But we think Katherine will be exonerated and maybe even commended for trying to rein them in. There could still be a lot of fallout, and you'll have to live with being a user, but there are programs where you can speak on the dangers of steroid usage and perform a community service. I have connections where you may be able to go on the motivational circuit and work with programs. It may not help your money situation much, but at least you'll be doing something."

Beth bowed her head. "I hope you're right," she said softly.

The talk turned to other subjects, cheerier ones. Neither Pat nor Mike asked about what Beth was doing later that night. For a while, Carol sat on the couch with both Beth and Roger, asking more questions about the college life. The two near-graduation students shared several funny stories about professors, all-night cram sessions, discussion groups and more.

Carol checked her watch and announced it was about time to go out.

"Have a good time, all of you," Mike said as he gave his guests a big handshake. He waggled a finger at Roger to exhort him to bring back his daughter in one piece. Roger smiled and said yes respectfully.

Beth was pensive when she got into the car. "I hope you won't be totally grossed out by this," she said. 

"It's not my style," Roger said, "but I was taught to stand up for my friends, and you're not only my friend, you're part of my family. Maybe tonight is the start of a new life for you."

"Maybe," Beth replied.

The house Melissa and Ariel were renting was in a typical college neighborhood. It was a Thursday so there wasn't near the partying of a weekend, but Roger had a hard time parking the car nonetheless, settling for a small space two houses down. Carol, who had ridden in the back seat with Beth, got out and helped her out the door. Beth took a deep breath and swung forward on her canes. Roger and Carol fell in side by side behind her.

The front door of the house was open, but there was a latched screen door. Beth huffed and puffed and made her way up the front stoop. She looked in and saw some young ladies, all dressed in shorts and T-shirts, sitting around the living room. She rang the doorbell and Melissa answered. 

Melissa gave Beth a totally unexpected warm hug. She beckoned her in. The plan was for one of the couples to drive Beth home whenever she felt like it. After seeing Beth safely through the door, Carol and Roger walked back to his car and headed back to the Gibson house.

Camille started the conversation. "Beth, Mary and I are just getting used to being lovers. We decided Mary and I would go first, then Melissa and Ariel, and finally Sarah and Tracy. Mary and I want to make love while you watch and then get you ready. Melissa and Ariel want to break you in with toys, and finally Sarah and Tracy want to try going down. We've all agreed that if you don't want to do anything, just say so and we won't do it."

Melissa chimed in. "But I talked to the girls and they all agreed that you have to be courteous. You're not our slave, but you have to say please and thank you and tell us if we're doing a good job. That's how Ariel and I do it, and we think it's a good idea for you."

"Since I was the bitch from Hell?" Beth said sardonically. She sighed. "I really can be nice when I'm not hurting."

"We'll try to make the hurt go away," Sarah chimed in. "But I'm going to need your help." She looked over at Tracy. "Tracy's never gone down on me and I don't know if she ever will. But I think she might lick your pussy. I need mine licked bad, and I don't mind if you're new to it. Just try, that's all I ask."

Ariel spoke up. "We all found we really like mood music and poetry. Tracy's going to read to us when we're in here. She'll read to you in there if you like. I think you will like it a lot."

Beth had a wondering expression on her face. "So when does this start?"

"Do you want it to start now?" Camille said softly. "You look really pretty. We'll give you one kiss and then let's go to the bedroom."

Without waiting for an answer, Camille got up and stood in front of Beth, offering her hand to help Beth stand. Beth grasped the hand, pulled herself to her feet, and said "Thank you." Camille answered, "You're welcome."

Mary came over and stood close to Beth. "May we kiss you, please? Would you like it one at a time or together?"

Beth blushed. "One at a time, I guess." She remembered to say "Thank you" and continued. "I guess I'll start with Camille, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," Mary said, and moved back.

Beth bent down, looking at the floor, uncertain as to what the kiss would bring. Camille gently asked her to raise her head. Camille then came at Beth from below, putting her hands behind Beth's neck and pulling her into a kiss. It was a passionate lover's kiss. Camille held it for nearly a half minute.

"Was that bad?" Camille asked as she pulled away.

"No, it wasn't. Thank you." Beth gestured toward Mary. "Could I kiss you and put my arms around your head the way Camille did me? Please? It looks like fun."

"You certainly may, and thank you for asking." 

The kiss was longer and more involved this time. Tracy and Sarah also kissed each other with some fervor.

"Enough of this teasing," Camille said. "Let's show our new friend how we learned to make love." She put Beth's right arm around her shoulder and Mary did the same with Beth's left arm. Melissa rose to speak.

"There's a little bathroom just off the bedroom if you need to freshen up in any way. There's a bigger bathroom down the hall and we have snacks in the kitchen."




The New Softballers Ch. 05



She looked at Beth, supported by her soon-to-be-lovers.

"Good luck."

"Thank you. I'll look forward to seeing you later." Beth smiled.

The door closed behind the group of three. Camille and Mary stood beside the bed as Beth sat on it. She had never really spoken of her voyeuristic experience watching them, and they didn't know how much she had seen. She found herself fascinated by the passion she saw between the two young women whom she never would have thought of as lovers. She hoped they would include her in the kissing.

For the moment, though, she watched as the young lovers replayed their first sexual encounter in the bus, but with much more confidence. They pressed together closely, their breasts and thighs touching, in their embrace. Each pulled the other's T-shirt out of her shorts in her fierce hugs. There were no hands on bare flesh yet; the cases were of two highly aroused women each seeking to feel the muscles and bones beneath, to caress them as much as possible, to meld as much as they could.

Beth asked permission to pull herself up onto the bed, her legs spread because of the knee brace, her back elevated by pillows and the headboard. Mary sat down on the other side of the bed while Camille stood in front of her. They kept the angle so Beth could see all that went on.

Mary lifted Camille's T-shirt to above her breasts and cuddled her face against the other woman's tummy and rib cage. Her hands went around Camille's back and unsnapped her bra. Camille lifted her hands high and Mary lifted the shirt over Camille's head, taking the bra with it. Camille removed the shirt the rest of the way and stood, her hands on Mary's head. 

Mary worshipped the pair of breasts in front of her with her mouth. Mary spread her legs apart and Camille stepped in between them, her knees against the bed. Mary hugged Camille's back and looked over at Beth, her eyes trying to read Beth's expression. Beth looked somewhat astonished, but also needful. Mary signaled to Camille and each of them reached a hand out to hold Beth's hands. They let her go with a promise that soon they would pull her to them.


Mary kissed up to Camille's neck and up it to her ear, pulling Camille close to her. Then she kissed down again. This time she went down Camille's tummy to her waistband. Camille squirmed, as did Beth. 

Camille wasn't quite ready to be "done" that way, though. She put her hands on Mary's shoulders and knelt. She helped Mary take off her T-shirt and bra and began kissing her thoroughly, on the lips, the cheeks, the neck and down to the breasts, which she worshiped. She laid her hands on Mary's thighs and stroked them too. Finally, she stood up, her legs somewhat apart.

Mary got the message. She began to stroke Camille's thighs on the outside and then on the inside. She leaned her head in and planted a big kiss on the front of Camille's shorts. At the same time, she began trailing her fingers up inside the shorts leg. Beth could tell that one finger was trailing up and down the pussy. Mary caressed back and forth, looking up at Camille with puppy-dog eyes.

"May I take those off, please?" Mary asked.

"If you let me take yours off too," Camille replied. She gently lifted Mary to her feet and massaged her bottom through the shorts.

Very slowly, Mary slid her hands into Camille's shorts and rolled them off her hips. She stepped back and bent down to pull the shorts the rest of the way down, leaving Camille's panties on for the moment but giving a big kiss to the crotch. Camille raised a foot so Mary could get the shorts off, then lifted Mary up and knelt before her. She worked the shorts and panties down to mid-thigh and dared stick her tongue out and just touched Mary's pubic mound. Mary shivered, then sat on the bed and lifted her legs, allowing Camille to take the shorts and panties off. Beth indicated that she would like to have the shorts and panties. Camille took her other foot out of her shorts and handed all three garments to Beth. Beth folded them neatly and laid them on the night table.

Camille, still kneeling, began to kiss her way up the insides of Mary's thighs to her pussy. Again she stopped short and stuck her tongue out to just touch Mary, this time outside the vaginal lips. She massaged Mary's thighs with her hands, pulling at the skin so the lips had to open and close – not that Mary needed much encouragement for her flower to open. Mary looked over at Beth and asked permission to lean beck, her head on Beth's good leg. Beth laid her hand on Mary's forehead. Mary took the hand and kissed it, and smiled kindly at Beth.

Then Mary's back arched as Camille drove her tongue into Mary's inner core. Camille had learned a lot since those first tentative tries, testing her fingers on herself and finding her pleasure zones. She had tested them with Mary as time went on, and Mary gasped at the sensations. Beth couldn't see everything, but she saw Camille take one hand away and knew she had thrust it into her panties.

This went on for a while. Beth was afraid to move, but eventually Mary's head weighed heavily on Beth's leg and she became uncomfortable. Beth reached over and caressed Mary's cheek.

Mary got the point and sat up. She gently lifted Camille's head and kissed her juice-soaked lips.

"Now it's both our turns," Mary said softly. "Please sixty-nine me. I want to look deep into you and I think Beth does too."

Camille responded with an enthusiastic kiss. Mary turned and lay flat on the bed, her legs wide apart. Camille stood and made a motion to take off her panties, but Mary stopped her.

"No, please," Mary said, "let me look at you a little at a time. I'll take them off you when I'm really ready."

Camille straddled Mary's face on her knees, and "stood" tall as Mary reached around her and caressed her bottom through the panties. They were about a foot down the bed from the propped-up Beth and about a foot away on her left.

"May I touch you, Camille?" Beth said very softly. "Please?"

Mary looked over and so did Camille. Camille spoke.

"You may, but you have to let us touch you and undress you and feel you when we're done. Keep it simple for now. Remember who's waiting for you."

Beth let out a long sigh. Camille lay prone on Mary, showing her bottom and her crotch. Beth put her hands on Camille's back and thighs.

As Camille began licking again at Mary's womanhood, Mary reached up and caressed the cleft in the crotch of the panties. She ran her finger over the cloth a few times, and then gently moved the crotch to one side. Beth inhaled sharply, as for the first time she saw a pussy other than her own from a lover's viewpoint. Mary rubbed up and down with her fingers, this time dipping them between the lips and touching the clit. Her face was set in a determined expression. Then she lunged her head up and glued it to Camille. From down below, Camille moaned and raised her head.

"Please take them all the way off," Camille begged. "Please get Beth to help you."

Mary let her head fall back. She conveyed the request to Beth in three phrases.

Beth reached over and took hold of the side of Camille's waistband closest to her; Mary took the other side. They got the panties down below Camille's hips without trouble, but to go further required her help. Beth caressed Camille's thigh to get her to raise her knee. It worked. She edged her side down another few inches, and Mary followed. But more was required. Mary caressed Camille's thigh and got her to lift her leg high. She got her side of the panties down to Camille's knee, but they were diagonal and badly stretched out.

Beth got an idea. Putting her arms around Camille's waist, she easily lifted the younger woman up a few inches and held her off the bed so Mary could get the panties over the other knee and then all the way off. As Mary tossed the panties Beth's way, Beth gently set Camille down onto Mary's face. Mary mouthed a breathless thank-you before resuming her tonguing. Camille gave audible thanks and a grateful look at Beth, and then bent her head again.

For the first time in her life, Beth witnessed the act of cunnilingus. She had received it, of course, from Joe and from one of her earlier boyfriends. She had even seen it depicted on some sites Joe frequented. But to look at it from the standpoint of doing it later, to someone of her own sex, had never been part of her experiences. She scented Camille's arousal and saw Mary's. 

Mary used her fingers to open Camille as much as she could be opened, and her tongue covered everything. She didn't always lick the darkening pink vulva. She switched around some, licking the inner thigh and the perineum. She occasionally feathered the clit with the tip of her tongue. Several times, she moaned and increased her tempo. Beth could just imagine what Camille was doing to Mary. 

Beth found that she loved it, and a wave of relief washed over her as she realized she could be one with another woman. She let out a long sigh.

A minute or two later, Mary also let out a long sigh as the orgasm washed over her. Then she redoubled her efforts. Camille began pushing hard against Mary's face, feeling the tongue, letting it explore her womanhood while she gently licked at Mary, barely touching the sensitive parts. Mary had thought there wasn't another orgasm in her, but she thought wrong. Camille cried out as she went over the top, and Mary pushed for dear life as she came again.

The two women hung on to one another as they slowly came back to earth. 

Beth was breathing harder than either Mary or Camille, no mean feat. She hadn't touched herself, but she reached out and gripped Mary's hand. Camille climbed off and knelt in the middle of the bed, gripping Beth's other hand.

Beth asked, "May I kiss and taste?"

Both girls kissed her. Finally Camille pulled away. "Are you ready for us to undress you?" she asked. "Are you ready to touch us?"

Beth swallowed, tasting the two women. "Yes," she said. "What do I need to do?"

"Just let us touch you, and be gentle with us. I hope you know our good points."

"I think I do," Beth said tentatively. "I think I can relax enough. Do you want me to tell you what turns me on?"

"If you like," Mary said gently. "But it would be fun for us to find out on our own. We found out with ourselves, why not with you?"

"Okay," Beth replied. She sat up tall in the bed and bent her knees as much as she could. "Please, find out about me."

Camille got off the bed and came around to Beth's side. She and Mary teamed to lift Beth up and into the center of the mattress. They got on each side of her, kneeling. Beth reached out with her hands and brushed against the legs of the young women. She looked up anxiously and asked if that was all right. Both smiled and kissed her. 

As buttons were undone, Beth caressed the legs and flanks of her newfound friends. When Camille undid Beth's skirt, the bottom half of a string bikini appeared. Beth blushed and said she had to tie the pants onto herself, because she couldn't pull panty legs over the brace. That led to a discussion about when the brace was removed and how, and to a very nice massage of Beth's thigh above the brace. 

Finally, in concert, Camille and Mary each undid one tie of Beth's bottom and gently lifted it away. Then they each took one of Beth's hands and guided them to their own pussies while they looked at Beth's.

Beth knew what they wanted. For the first time in her life, she touched another woman. Her fingers lay gently on the mounds, the tips caressing the lips. She could feel a clitoris between the knuckles of one hand. At the same time, she saw and felt two other hands opening her up. 

Neither Camille nor Mary wanted to inspect Beth like a cut of meat. They both turned around and took turns kissing her. Their minds did the rest as their hands felt Beth's pussy. It was wet, they noted, and it opened easily to their probing. They each had slipped one finger inside the long tunnel and massaged the inner walls, while their other fingers found the clit, lips and maidenhairs.

As Beth kissed each of them in turn, her hand increased its probing. She was reactive, kissing as she had been kissed and touching as she had been touched. It wasn't long before Camille and Mary moved away.

"Thank you so much," Beth breathed to them.

"Thank you so much," Camille said back, giving Beth a quick peck on the cheek. "We'll probably go home and watch a movie after this. Have fun with the others." She gathered up her clothes and went into the bathroom. 

"I really had a good time," Mary said as she went and got a towel. "I don't know if we'll do this again, but please let us know how the knee gets better. I think rubbing it was as much fun as you touching our pussies, and that really was fun."

"You think you two will stay together?" Beth asked.

"We haven't really talked about it," Camille said as she came back into the bedroom. "So far it's been a lot of fun. We still go out on dates with other people and this is only our ninth time together."

"Being someone's partner is a lot of work, believe me," Beth said. 

"We've been talking with Melissa and Ariel about that," Mary replied. "They're trying to figure out what to tell their parents. I told mine after the bus thing, but not who I was with. They didn't talk to me about that for a while, but they still love me and I think they'll be supportive."

"Mine too," Camille said, and quickly kissed Beth, then Mary. The two young ladies were fully dressed now and moved toward the door, hand in hand. Camille called back, "You may have to wait a few minutes. That's part of Melissa and Ariel's plan. They told us they like waiting and feeling the desire growing, and I think they want you to think about getting fucked by a woman and sucking her cock. I'm not into that, but you may be."

"Maybe so," Beth replied. She smiled. "Take care."

"You too," Mary and Camille replied, and they were out the door.

Beth lay on the bed, feeling a bunch of things she hadn't felt in a while. Sooner than she expected, there was a knock at the door. Ariel poked her head in.

"Hi Ariel! How do I look?"

Ariel smiled. "Like a very turned-on young woman. Just so you'll know, I'm going to fuck you face-to-face with the dildo and Melissa wants you to suck her dildo and touch her cunt. We also heard about the leg massage and we'd like to rub a lot more. How is your knee? Can it stand being spread like that?"

"It hurts," Beth replied, "but not more than usual. I'll tell you if it gets too bad. How are the others doing?"

Ariel smiled broadly. "Mary and Camille are in the kitchen eating snacks. Sarah is busy telling Tracy what eating pussy is like and feeling her up." She indicated Beth's clothes. "I'll put those in delicate dry and hang them up for you. I think I'll wash Sarah's and Tracy's stuff. Their pants are getting pretty wet." 

"Wow," Beth said. She thought for a minute. "What turns them on about me? Or do I turn anyone on?"

"I know you turn Sarah on," Ariel said. "I think she sees you as an equal partner. You might try to treat her like a real lover and see how it goes. As far as us fucking you, we get a real charge out of turning each other on and we think it'd be a lot of fun to turn you on as well. We thought you might like to try being fucked by a woman and see how similar and how different it is compared to a man. We do lots of other stuff too, but this is the most fun because we can be female-lovers while still getting the big thing up us."

"How big?" Beth asked with some trepidation.

"Really, not that big. We chose one that's about seven inches long and an inch in diameter for your pussy, and a little shorter and fatter one for your mouth. They both look really real and we're hoping you show us some of your cocksucking technique if you have it. We love to learn."

"I hope you have a lot of fun," Beth replied. "May I finger you while you fuck me, please? And Melissa while I'm sucking her, double please? I just touched pussy for the first time and it was a lot of fun."

"Absolutely," Ariel replied. "And we promise to talk to you about our relationship. Mary said you were really interested in how we live together and what we do. It's not all sex all the time; we have a lot more in common. We're planning to tell our folks at Christmas and then, whatever happens, we'll go back to living as a couple. Pretty soon we'll graduate and get jobs and do a lot of Hi Honey, I'm Home. I hope it stays fun. We may ask you what married life was like for you."

"I'll try to tell you, but don't be surprised if I cry sometimes," Beth replied. "I'll always love him and I'll miss him."

Ariel gave Beth a kiss on the cheek. "I hope this is fun too. We don't want you to fall in love with us, we just want you to love us for what we do."

Ariel picked up Beth's clothes and left. Beth lay as she was, fretting a little as she felt the wet spot on the bed. She decided to apologize to her hosts for soaking the sheets. She thought about the woman's touch she had just felt, about how it was different from a man's touch and how she had liked it.

She must have thought for longer than she realized, for all of a sudden the door opened. Melissa came in first, holding a satchel. As Beth started to apologize for the wet spot, Melissa let her get a few words in and then kissed her gently. Ariel came in and sat on Beth's other side.

"Thank you for apologizing," Melissa said, "we really appreciate the politeness. But don't worry about the sheets. We have special padding underneath them that absorbs the moisture, and Lord knows we need it. We spray it with fabric cleaner and hang it up in the back yard and it's as good as new."

"An egg-crate mattress, isn't it?" Beth replied. "I felt a lot of those in the hospital. Those are really nice sometimes."

"We were wondering," Ariel said, "about whether we can fuck you without hurting your knee. Are your legs uncomfortable spread like that? If you need to close them or raise them up or whatever, we'll be glad to help."

"The knee hurts anywhere, any time, any position," Beth said sadly. "I can't guarantee I'll feel too much, but I'd really like to feel you making love to me. Let's try it as is, and if it doesn't work, let's just talk, please?"

"Absolutely," Ariel replied. She kissed Beth on the cheek and put a hand on one of Beth's breasts. Melissa did likewise.

"We know you're probably really turned on," Melissa said, "but we still want to warm you up. We'd like to give you a massage and touch you all over, and we'd like to lube up our cocks with something that tastes good." She opened the satchel and revealed several bottles of massage oil, in multiple flavors.

"I love cherry, and since I sort of am one, I'd like this one, please," Beth said.

Melissa let out a mischievous grin. She took out the two dildos and a towel, opened the lubricating oil and slathered it over the fake cocks, rubbing it into them with a sensual gentleness that had Beth licking her lips. Meanwhile, Ariel moved onto the bed, got behind Beth and massaged her neck and back. She threw in a kiss every once in a while to a sensitive spot. 

After coating the dildos, Melissa coated her own hands with more oil and went to work on Beth's legs. Beth sighed, happy and relaxed. The hands moved around closer and closer to her female parts, above and below, as they worked out the soreness. Beth felt the tinges of arousal all over again.

Eventually, the two women got off the bed. They undressed each other slowly, sensually and lovingly as Beth watched, with plenty of kissing and some licking above the waists. Then Ariel took the longer, slimmer sex organ and fastened it around her waist, while Melissa did the same with the shorter, fatter one. They got into position and awaited Beth's request to take them into her body.




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"Ariel," Beth said quietly, "please, please put that into my pussy and lie on top of me. I think you can suck my tits easily. Please let me know if I can finger you. Melissa, I'd love to suck your cock and finger you until you cum. Please let me know if I can do that."

Ariel moved up on Beth's body and lay on her missionary-style, her head, as promised, right at Beth's breasts. "Granted," she whispered, and carefully slid the fake prick into Beth's cunt. Ariel's mouth found Beth's nipples and gently nursed on them as she got used to the sensation of plastic in her body. 

Then Beth kissed Melissa's fake prick gently and began performing some oral magic on it. Her other hand trailed behind Melissa's buttocks and found its way to Melissa's female opening just below the strap-on. She gently worked Melissa's pussy from the outside, caressing the perineum and the area around the lips, as she got more and more accustomed to the unusual object at her mouth.

Ariel began humping back and forth, slowly at first, while her mouth found Beth's nipples. Beth, going down on the dildo, at first used one hand to masturbate the organ and tease it, much to Melissa's fascination. Eventually, she concentrated on sucking it and slid her other hand down Ariel's back to her bottom, and then lower still, feeling Ariel's pussy from behind, loving the caresses and the fact that Ariel was quite wet down there. "Am I doing that?" Beth asked Ariel, and got a puppy-dog look back and a nod yes.

Beth looked at Melissa questioningly. Sucking a cock really required at least one hand, perhaps two, but she wanted to feel Melissa's womanhood and she was out of hands. She put her desires into words and added a "Please, can you help me, please?" Melissa smiled and took Beth's hand in her own. She guided Beth's hand back and forth between gripping and stroking the cock and touching the pussy, where Melissa was masturbating with her other hand. She also sometimes took that hand away from her pussy and caressed the two lovers.

Beth said quietly, "It's not the same as being with Joey, getting to know his body, getting his cock to spurt. But it's wonderful. Thank you. I never would have done a threesome with two guys. I would have been worried I wasn't doing it right."

"You are doing it right," Ariel said, looking up from Beth's breasts. "You're being honest about your feelings and you seem to get pleasure out of it. Don't worry about us. We're learning a lot and we'll use that knowledge together." She withdrew for a minute, as did Melissa, and both of them came to kiss Beth's face.

It might seem a mystery, all this conversation during lovemaking. But none of the women to this point were so far gone that they had lost coherency. They could stand to back down and talk about things at intervals, anticipating how to get more pleasure and expressing concern about their partners. It was a little bit new to Beth, who was accustomed to her and Joey getting worked up and only partially coherent during lovemaking. They hadn't talked much after climax either, preferring to look at each other and spend some quiet time thinking. Beth thought she'd still do that with the right person – and now that person might be female. She caressed Ariel with her hands as Ariel moved back into position, leaving one hand to caress Ariel's womanhood as before, and turned her head and her other hand to pleasure Melissa.

Melissa certainly liked it. She was rubbing her clit while seeing Beth nurse on her cock, using some techniques Melissa had heard about but never seen. Beth alternated between holding and massaging the cock and penetrating Melissa's pussy with her fingers. Her other hand ran up and down Ariel's back, occasionally reaching far enough down to feel the small woman's wetness between her legs. She doubted Ariel would come ... but she was wrong. The dildo Ariel was wearing had a special clit stimulator, and her thrusts grew steadily more urgent. At the same time, Melissa was breathing harder and her eyes were closed as she held onto the head of the bed.

Beth's own orgasm took her by surprise. She moaned around the dildo in her mouth and began sucking it frantically, her hand around Melissa's hip and intertwining with Melissa's fingers in her cunt. Ariel felt the trembling in Beth's thighs and Beth's hand frantically massaging her. It only lasted a few seconds, but those were enough. Ariel and Melissa went over almost simultaneously. Melissa and Ariel were famously silent, but Beth cried out and sucked the fake cock like a real one.

Ariel very slowly pulled out of Beth's pussy, unstrapped the dildo, put it aside and lay on top of Beth. Melissa sank to the bed and gave Beth a deep soul kiss.

Ariel smiled. "We may have to rethink this whole exclusivity thing."

Melissa looked sharply at Ariel. "You're not having her without me, that's for damn sure. And Beth," she said, "there is a girl out there who wants you even more than we do. She may be your full-fledged girlfriend if you want her to be."

It took Beth's head a minute to clear. All night she had been getting signals about how much Sarah wanted her. Melissa and Ariel took a blanket and gently laid it over Beth's form as she lay quietly. Melissa was the one to speak.

"Sarah knows how beautiful you are, and she thinks you do too. She sees a lot in you. People have talked about you."

Beth put on her game face. "If I give it to Sarah the way I want to, it'll be a Screw You Bitch message to Tracy, and I'm tired of that kind of shit. What will they think if Sarah gives up Tracy for me and we fall in love?"

"Maybe don't do it, or don't do it all at once," Melissa said. "I know there are some guys in Tracy's poetry-reading circle who like her a lot. Sarah knows it too. She says some of the guys aren't half bad as people and might be good for Tracy. She knows also that Tracy's pretty confused at this point. She also knows that they both want you to be their lover, at least for tonight, and she really wants you to agree."

"Could you give me a few minutes to think about it?" Beth said. 

Melissa smiled. "This is your night." She kissed Beth as she and Ariel gathered up the clothing and the toys. "Hang tight. And, by the way, I think Tracy and Sarah's clothes will be in the wash when they come in. They're pretty turned on by now."

"Thanks for the warning," Beth smiled.

It took another minute or two for Sarah and Tracy to come in. Both were in bras and panties only, and they took off the bras as soon as they shut the door. Sarah climbed onto the bed with Beth and gave her a big kiss.

Beth looked over at Tracy, at the front of the bed. A smile formed on her face.

"Tracy, have you ever watched a woman go down on another woman? Not counting the time in the bus, because I don't think you could see everything?"

Tracy blushed and said no. 

"Then why don't you watch as I make love to Sarah's lovely pussy and then, in a minute, you take what you've learned and do the same for me. Sarah, will you kneel over me and face my feet so you can lie forward and give directions to Tracy if she needs them?" Beth said that with a wicked grin.

Sarah grinned. "How do you know my pussy's lovely?"

"If it matches your heart, I don't have to ask," Beth replied. "Do you want your panties on or off?"

"On for the time being," Sarah said as she straddled Beth's head. "I heard that Camille and Mary did that, showing themselves inch by inch, and it sounds fun. Please let me know when you're ready to completely open me up."

"Will do," Beth said. She kicked off the comforter and let Tracy look at her womanhood fresh from an orgasm. "Be careful at first. I just came and I'll be sensitive for a while. I want to lick yours too, while you're licking Sarah, and then I want you to read to Sarah and me while we see if we can sixty-nine. You have a beautiful voice, I understand. I bet the rest of you is just as beautiful."

Tracy blushed at the compliment. She stood at the head of the bed, touching herself through the panties, as she watched her lover take a new lover.

Beth started out gently. Sarah's bottom was over Beth's face and Beth let her hands roam over the buttocks, hips and thighs. Once she brushed across the crotch of the panties and was rewarded with a remarkable amount of arousal. 

Beth slid her fingers along the insides of Sarah's thigh, a centimeter or two away from the elastic of the leg opening. She marveled at the softness of the skin, and reached her head up to kiss the still-covered bottom. With her teeth, she moved the seat of the panties over a little, exposing all of the buttock and a little bit of what lay beneath the crotch. She let her fingers massage up and down the cleft through the panties for a little bit.

Then she slid her fingers into the elastic itself, touching the lips for the first time. She rubbed up and down the wetness. She left one hand where it was and brought the other to her mouth, tasting the woman-juices that flowed from Sarah. She brought her finger from her mouth back to Sarah's pussy, gently pushing it inside. She used her other hand to pull the crotch of the panties to the side, exposing Sarah's full glory to her.

Then she brought her head up, less than an inch from the opening into Sarah's body. She slipped her tongue out and just touched Sarah. Sarah moaned. She tried to massage her own breasts, but succeeded in using only one hand; the other dropped to the bed to support herself. 

Beth withdrew the tongue and brought it back, touching much more with much more. For the first time, she performed a licking motion, drawing her tongue back into her mouth as the flat of it ran along Sarah's cunt. She let her own saliva interact with the woman-flavor for a little bit, swallowed, and brought her tongue back for more. She licked Sarah several times along her length. Both seemed to like it.

Beth withdrew her head. "Would you like to take those off now?" 

Sarah got off Beth's face and quickly shed the panties. Beth looked over at Tracy, who had a hand in her own panties. She spoke to Tracy.

"How did I do for the first time?"

"It looked great," Tracy said with awe. 

"Would you please try it yourself? I'm sure Sarah will watch you and guide you."

Tracy thought for a long moment. Then she got up, went to the foot of the bed and lay down between Beth's legs. Sarah resumed her position, but leaned far forward. It wasn't a 69 position yet, but Sarah had a worm's-eye view of what Tracy was to do, and her pussy was tilted so Beth could see – and taste – it all.

Tracy let her tongue go out and gently touch Beth's pussy lips. Beth mimicked the motion at first, and then resumed her more vigorous lovemaking to Sarah's body. Sarah cooed encouragement to her lover and to Beth's. At one point she lifted Tracy's face from Beth's pussy and gave her a lingering kiss on the mouth, which Beth took as a signal to become more vigorous with her tongue-lashing.

Tracy was very tentative at first, trying to get accustomed to the taste of pussy. But she loved Beth's arousal. She tried various things that Sarah had used on her: licking the lips all around starting and ending at the clit; stiffening her tongue and probing Beth's recesses; rubbing with her thumbs on the mound to bring it into greater relief. 

Beth moaned and tried some of the techniques herself. Sarah showed her appreciation by moving her body so that her breasts brushed Beth's lower tummy and her lower tummy brushed Beth's breasts. Tracy masturbated herself vigorously. At one point Sarah looked over and gave Tracy a stop sign, indicating she wanted to lick Tracy herself soon. She pulled Tracy's fingers out of her pussy and nursed on them. Tracy was curiously aroused and resumed her licking of Beth.

Suddenly, Sarah sat tall and played with her own breasts. Her body went rigid. An astonished Beth realized that Sarah was about to cum onto her unpracticed tongue. She took a deep breath, and then went at Sarah with gusto. 

Sarah went rigid and shuddered through an orgasm. Beth went rigid herself from the delight. Tracy thought Beth was orgasming and buried her face in Beth's pussy. It wasn't orgasmic yet, but Beth felt a deep sense of pleasure. She hung on to Sarah as the woman went over the top, only letting go as Sarah relaxed and rolled off. Beth reached over with a hand and cupped Sarah's pussy, and Sarah clamped her legs around the hand. Beth felt the spasms but didn't move her hand in any way, letting Sarah come down. Tracy raised herself from Beth's pussy and kissed Sarah, letting the older woman taste Beth's juices.

"That's what I wanted from you," Sarah breathed to Tracy. "Will you eat me while she eats you and I eat her? Please?"

Tracy gave Sarah another kiss. 

Beth not being very mobile, the other two arranged her so they could do an on-their-sides daisy chain with Beth's bad knee propped up on Sarah's side. Sarah didn't seem to mind; nor did Tracy, on the third side of the triangle, both giving and receiving oral ministrations.

Beth thought deeply about how she had been pleasured, and her memories from nights when Joey had gone down on her. She came up with a secret plan.

Tracy was already extremely turned on, and Beth was crafty, knowing well how to excite a man to the brink but not over it, repeating the process until the man was wild-eyed with pleasure. She applied her technique to Tracy and reaped a rich harvest. Sarah realized what was going on from Tracy's fierce tongue-lashing, but she also treated Beth with great delicacy.

Beth came first, with a long drawn-out moan into Tracy's pussy. It was by design that she did so, for Tracy felt the vibrations for longer than she could count. When Beth swiped her tongue over Tracy's clit, Tracy lost it completely, screaming for the first time in years, the scream degenerating into a series of yelps. Tracy lost contact with Sarah's pussy during the process, but Sarah didn't mind. She gave Beth a careful massage to help her come down. Then she climbed up next to Beth and pulled the cover over them both.

It took Tracy a while to find herself. She stood on rubbery knees and made her way to the bathroom, leaving the door open. When Beth and Sarah heard no particular sound, they knew Tracy was still weak and stunned. Sarah nodded to Beth and slid from beneath the covers. She went into the bathroom and talked to Tracy for a minute. Then she came out, dressed in a towel, and went out into the living room. When she returned, she carried Tracy's poetry book.

"When she comes out, she'll be in no shape to fuck, but her reading voice ought to be full of passion. I have a good cum left in me and I want it to be on your tongue," Sarah said. "And I want to nurse your pussy."

Beth, who seldom played music while making love and had never heard poetry in the bedroom, showed interest. She got Sarah into bed and pulled the comforter around them both, just lying together and enjoying the closeness as Tracy came out. Tracy's eyes lit up at the sight of the poetry book.

For a long while Tracy read for the ears only. After their orgasms, neither Beth nor Sarah were ready to become aroused, although the sensations of flesh on flesh inside the cocoon of the blanket were blissful. The most they did was caress one another's face and the back of the neck.

Tracy's excitement grew as the time went on. She was a born narrator – Beth made a mental note to see if Tracy could get a job doing books on tape – and she loved her poems. She looked at Sarah to see if she thought the same way. Sarah nodded and gave Beth a deep soul kiss.

As Tracy got more into the poem, so did Beth and Sarah. Soon they were kissing and embracing, each trying to find some new places they hadn't touched yet. Beth looked over at Tracy and was surprised to see her getting noticeably turned on by the lesbian action in front of her, even though she wasn't a part of it. 

The idea occurred to Beth that maybe Tracy was sort of like a guy, enjoying watching lesbians make love and yet craving attention from someone, and that someone was a member of the opposite sex. She wondered if maybe Tracy might like a boyfriend after all? It was no decision to be taken lightly. Still, she had heard the term "L.U.G." (Lesbian Until Graduation) and wondered if there were such people. She resolved to help Tracy find her way in life, if possible. 

But Sarah was who really excited Beth. She explored Sarah's body with great care as the comforter gradually came down. She kissed Beth on the neck, concentrating on the earlobe the side. Sarah closed her eyes and parted her lips. She touched Sarah's breasts, which hadn't received a lot of attention so far, and caressed them carefully. She wasn't finding any imperfections, except for the aroused nipples, but she palmed them and let her fingertips run across them.

It wasn't long before Sarah was kissing Beth's breasts as well. She got up to kneel over Beth, exposing her ass to Tracy. Tracy ran one hand up and down Sarah's cleft before returning to her favorite poems. In fact, as Beth noted, Tracy was rather excited at the voyeurism. She was touching her pussy as Sarah gently peeled the comforter away from Beth and caressed her thighs.

Beth rubbed up and down Sarah's spine as Sarah gradually kissed down Beth's tummy. Beth caressed Sarah behind the knees, knowing she had hit a particularly soft and sensitive spot. As Tracy, now actively fingering herself, reached a sweet love ballad, Sarah knelt over Beth's face and lowered her head to Beth's juncture.

This time the mutual tonguing was different. None of the women could stand the excitement of "The Highwayman" and each caressed very gently. Beth did indulge herself in the luxury of wetting a finger in Sarah's juices and probing her rosebud with it, only an half inch or so. Sarah looked back and smiled.

"Not this time," she said, "but my nerves go there too. It might be fun sometime with plenty of lube and a lot of caring, massage each other through the walls."

Beth smiled. "Joey did that to me a few times when I was on top and he was fucking me with his dick. I wondered if anybody else liked that."

Sarah smiled back. "I've never had it and I won't make it into a habit. But it's a nice experiment. I guess you've had a lot of them tonight."

Beth said, "I have, and I hope you and I get to try some." She went silent for a moment, and then very gently teased Sarah's clit with the tip of her tongue.

Tracy, who had caught all of this, was more excited than she thought she could be. She gasped the last lines of the poem and clamped down on her fingers. 

It wasn't long after that before Beth came too. Although her tongue remained gentle, it speeded up. After a minute, Sarah let out a long moan and hugged Beth's face with her thighs.

They all "hung" there for a while, slumped down or back. Beth hugged Sarah's back and Sarah hugged Beth's thighs. Tracy got off the chair and lay next to her two lovers. After a while, Sarah rolled off and lay on her elbow, looking at Beth.

"Let's go home," she finally said.

*****

September first, nearly three years later ...

Officer Carol Gibson arrived at the Sheriff's Office a half hour before her shift was to begin. She was to start her first patrol duty that day, and wanted to scan the duty roster to find her partner. She walked down the hallway to the bulletin board, passing some offices on the way. One office was empty. Carol stuck her head in and looked around. She smiled at the memorabilia. 

The bulletin board was near the break room. Carol got there and surreptitiously looked at the duty roster. Her heart leaped. 

Carol walked into the break room and found her new partner, sitting at a table taking an early 10-7 snack break. Roger Wilson looked up, did a double take, and wiped sandwich crumbs off his mouth. He put down his newspaper, stood and extended a welcoming hand to Carol, both pleased and concerned.




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"Officer Gibson, I presume?" he said. Then, with the concern, "How's your mom?"

"They upgraded her to satisfactory condition and said she could eat solid foods," Carol said happily. "And her lung is healing nicely."

"Thank God," Roger said. "We're always concerned when one of our own gets taken down. I hear your sister probably saved her life with her EMT training."

"Stephanie did a good job, all right," Carol said warmly. She sat down at Roger's table and leaned in. "Don't tell anybody yet because it's still in the planning stages, but I hear that she may get to go to Emory University Hospital for medical school. The people at the bank were really grateful to her, and apparently some patrons of the bank are helping her get on scholarship."

Roger gasped. "And I thought I was reading good news!"

Carol looked puzzled. "What were you reading?"

Roger pushed his newspaper over to Carol. "Look at the transactions page."

Carol read aloud, slowly. "Tampa Bay Devil Rays – Announced, announced, announced -- Announced the call-up of First Baseman Joey Wilson to the 40-man roster!? Roger, your brother made the big leagues?"

Roger beamed. "It's the Devil Rays, and it's September, but I calculate he'll still make 25 or 30 thousand dollars this month before withholding. That should make his accountant very happy." He grinned. Carol looked puzzled.

"Who's his accountant?"

"The recently named head softball coach at Olympic University in Port Angeles, Washington. You may know her, and you may know her pitching coach."

Carol's eyes widened.

"Sarah ... and Beth? You mean they ..."

"Just got started moving to the Evergreen State. They'll be in place for the spring season. As part of the divorce settlement, Beth and Sarah agreed to invest half of Joey's salary and keep the commissions. Of course, Joey would have to be in the bigs for two or three years before he makes the really big bucks, but as long as he stays on the roster, he could live comfortably and still have plenty for the future. Beth and Sarah will make some money too from their jobs. They sure seem happy together."

"Roger, that's great!" Carol checked herself suddenly. "Can I still call you Roger?"

"Whenever we're off shift. I'd prefer to keep it professional while on duty."

"Well, Officer Wilson, I understand you recently busted a coyote ring almost single-handedly." Illegal immigrants.

Roger smiled. "Yes, thank God. There were at least 20 of them in that bus's baggage compartment. If I hadn't recognized the driver and he hadn't shot me the finger and tried to speed off, I wouldn't have been able to stop him and two of those guys would have died in 15 more minutes. I wasn't really nice in handcuffing him."

"You could have patted him on the fanny and freaked him out; that might have been worse." Carol said it seriously, but with a twinkle in her eye. Roger got a grossed-out look on his face. Then he spoke seriously.

"We haven't seen each other since I went into the Academy. Did college go okay?"

"Okay the first year. Kind of tough the second. I had a boyfriend and we broke up. I know some of what Beth felt. Then Tracy and I hung around for a while. She was always kind of hungry for me and I never took the bait, but then she found my old boyfriend and – would you believe it – they're engaged!"

"Oh, my God," Roger said seriously. "Did you swear off relationships?" 

"No, and I'm not gay now," Carol said just as seriously. "But I talked a lot with Lieutenant Wilson and Officer Adams – Aunt Linda and Cousin Sue – and my mom, and they've been supportive. They tell me to just wait for the right person and it will all be worth it."

"It may be at that," Roger said, looking at his coffee cup. Then he stood up. "C'mon. Let's be early for your first roll call. I want to get you started off on the right foot, Officer Gibson."

"Thank you very much, Officer Wilson. And when off duty, please call me Carol."

"It will be a pleasure as long as you let me call you Roger off duty ... and if I can take dinner with your mom and dad once in a while."

"As long as you don't call them legends ... I'd like that."

The two officers left. Not quite hand in hand, but definitely happy.

(The End)