HOT FOR TEACHER
This is a work of lesbian fiction. The names and sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by a teenage girl seducing an adult teacher, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian High School / Lesbian Adult Youth)
Shauna Coolidge was starting her first day as a new, incoming sophomore at Thomas J. Jackson High School in Shreveport, Louisiana. An only child, she and her parents had recently moved to the city of 170,000 located on the Red River.
Shreveport had for a brief period of time been the capitol of Louisiana during the civil war. Proud of their rebel roots, the citizens had named one of their high schools after General "Stonewall" Jackson.
None of that meant a damn thing to Shauna. Although she well knew the reasons why, Shauna was still furious that her family had moved from the affluent, Lakewood section of New Orleans, to the more provincial environs of Shreveport.
It was with some anger and a bit of trepidation that Shauna walked to her first day of high school classes in the new city. Other than its unrepentant Confederate name, she knew little about her new high school. Shawna wiped the sweat from her brow. If possible, Shreveport was proving to be even more hot and humid than New Orleans had been. Trudging ahead with some reluctance, the 15-year-old made the short walk from her new, upscale home.
Only 5'4" tall, Shauna was a petite, blonde-haired beauty. Arriving at the unfamiliar school campus, the teenager took a deep, nervous breath. Shauna was dressed comfortably and attractively in a pink sleeveless blouse, and a short, pleated white skirt. Immaculate, white Nike shoes completed her casual outfit.
Although internally nervous, Shauna was determined to hold her head high, and exude an aura of quiet confidence that she had learned from her successful father. She could hear the whispers and see the heads turning to look at the "new girl." It wasn't just the boys who were staring. Shauna had seen those jealous looks from teenage girls before.
It was a Friday morning, and she was soon greeted by a pretty, dark-haired girl of 16 or 17, who was dressed in a red, white, and blue cheer outfit. "Hi hon, are you new?" The girl who greeted Shauna was nearly 5'10", with a pearly-white smile on her pretty face. The girl's bare-midriff cheer top was emblazoned with "Generals" written in script across her modest-sized breasts.
Shauna nodded her head, acknowledging the cheerleader's question while surreptitiously surveying the older girl's long legs and lean body. "My name's Shauna," said the petite blonde. "I'm from New Orleans." Shauna could see that the pretty cheerleader seemed impressed that the "new girl" was from the big city.
"I'm Barbie," the cheerleader animatedly answered. "Actually, it's Barbara-Lou Benson," said the tall girl, making a face at the contrived-sounding southern name. "Everyone just calls me Barbie, though."
"You're so pretty," continued Barbie. "Have you ever considered being a cheerleader?" Shauna was flattered by the compliment coming from the pretty girl who was surely a junior or a senior. "I played basketball at my old school," Shawna replied. Barbie seemed to wince when hearing that a pretty girl like Shauna would prefer a mannish sport like basketball to cheerleading.
Barbie excused herself, saying she had to get to class before she was late. "I'll save you a place at our table at lunch. Look for me," Barbie said pleasantly, her short, cheer skirt swayed attractively as she hurried away. Shauna thought that the girl seemed genuinely nice, and was unquestionably beautiful. The blonde teenager's mind began to drift. "I wonder if she's....?" Shauna quickly shook her head, trying to erase the sexual thoughts from her mind. Shawna then headed to her assigned home room.
At her old school, and as a freshman on the varsity basketball team, Shauna had been caught making out with a senior girl from the softball team in a parked car. They hadn't gotten too far before they were discovered by a policeman. Both of the high school girls had been caught topless and kissing, while playing with each other's nascent boobs.
Although no charges had been leveled against the amorous teenagers, Shauna's embarrassed, conservative parents had opted to relocate to Shreveport in order to avoid any unwanted gossip.
It had been a whirlwind morning for Shauna. She had met so many people! Most of them had been really nice. Of course, there had been the usual number of dumbly mute, intimidated boys and jealous girls, but for the most part, almost everyone had been pleasant and welcoming to the pretty, new girl from New Orleans.
With her golden-blonde hair wrapped in a cute ponytail and tied with a pink bow, there seemed to be a spotlight fixed upon the mini-skirted new girl as she searched the cafeteria for Barbie and her friends. At last, spotting a rectangular lunch table filled with girls dressed in Jackson High red, white, and blue, Shauna approached.
"Hi Shauna," Barbie said cheerfully. "Sit down." Shauna found an open spot among the cheerleaders, and placed her lunch tray down. Barbie introduced the new girl to the others.
"What's going on here?" Shauna wondered. Each girl seemed prettier than the next to the sexually curious 15-year-old. The chattering girls were excited about the football game taking place later on that evening at a rival high school. Shauna had lived in Louisiana all of her life, and knew all about the Friday Night Lights tradition of high school football games. The Generals would be on the road that night, but Shauna promised to go to the home game the following week.
Shauna was finally beginning to feel that things were looking up for her as she headed to her 6th period English class. The kids had all been pretty nice, she thought. "Maybe things won't be so bad here," she hoped.
The 15-year-old smoothed her pleated skirt before sitting at her desk, and demurely closed her legs, crossing them at the ankles as she had been taught by her prim and proper mother. Thumbing through her new school books, Shawna mentally prepared for the class. English had always been her favorite subject.
The 15-year-old sophomore was completely unprepared for what would walk through the door. Miss Alison Kentworth was a tall, dark-haired, long-legged beauty. At 6' tall, Miss Kentworth chose not to wear heels to school. "Flats" were easier on her feet, and less intimidating to her smaller, younger, students.
Shauna was slack-jawed upon seeing the statuesque English teacher. The blonde girl thought that Miss Kentworth looked like a taller Katy Perry, with boobs just as big! The 15-year-old had never seen a woman so beautiful in her young life, and was instantly smitten.
Later, Shauna would learn that Miss Kentworth had played college basketball at Louisiana Tech, and in addition to teaching English, coached the varsity girls' team at Jackson High.
When asked to stand and introduce herself, Shauna stuttered and sputtered while addressing the 29-year-old dark-haired beauty.
Shauna was quickly accepted by the cheerleaders into their clique, which ensured that, despite only being a sophomore, Shauna was treated as an equal among the pretty, popular, junior and senior girls of Jackson High. In addition to the football games, Shawna was invited to all of the important parties and social events. Shauna's parents were more convinced than ever that they had made the right decision in moving from New Orleans. Thinking Shauna's putative girl-girl dalliance was a one-time aberration, they had always blamed the older softball player for trying to seduce their inexperienced, innocent young daughter.
Shauna was excited to have been so quickly accepted into the company of the popular, pretty girls, and dared not declare her sexuality... or try to explore theirs.
Most of all, Shauna couldn't get her mind off of the sexy Miss Kentworth. Each day that she sat in class, she was becoming increasingly mesmerized by her English teacher's full, round breasts, and tried to imagine exactly what they looked like beneath the woman's blouse and bra.
With October approaching, Shawna waited for the rest of her 6th period English class to clear out before approaching the attractive teacher who was seated at her desk. Eschewing her ponytail, and letting her gorgeous blonde hair fall upon her shoulders, Shawna had purposely worn a cleavage-revealing V-neck top, and no bra.
Leaning forward to talk to the brunette teacher, Shawna smiled, hoping to give Miss Kentworth an eyeful of her pointy, A-cup breasts.
Explaining that she had played varsity basketball at her previous school, Shauna inquired if the pretty coach and English teacher would be holding tryouts soon?
"What position did you play, Shauna?" "Point guard," Shawna answered, then added provocatively, "I like to make passes." Although the teacher didn't seem to pick up on Shauna's sexual innuendo, Miss Kentworth was very aware that her previous point guard had graduated in May, and that filling the position was a desperate need.
The 15-year-old convinced herself that Miss Kentworth had peeked down her blouse at least twice. "There's a chance," Shawna thought to herself. "There's a chance."
At this point, Shauna had to practically fight off the advances of her young male suitors. When asked by Barbie in front of a group of their friends why Shauna hadn't selected a boyfriend yet, Shauna cleverly replied, "You girls are all so pretty, you already have all of the good ones."
This had a two-fold effect on her beautiful, popular friends. It was not only a compliment on their good looks and taste in boys, it reassured them that Shauna would not attempt to break the girl-code by trying to steal anyone's boyfriend.
Shauna hadn't noticed, but Tanya, one of the cheerleaders, gave Barbie a knowing look after Shauna spoke.
Rather than wearing the baggy basketball shorts of her peers, Shauna showed up wearing a form-fitting pair of volleyball shorts, and a cut-off LSU t-shirt that showed off her flat, fit stomach.
Seeing the t-shirt of the rival college, "Coach Kentworth" laughingly said, "Don't you own any La Tech gear?" Shauna hoped that the pretty coach had noticed her firm, protruding bubble-butt, and fit physique. The teenager began to tingle all over when the coach playfully patted her bare midriff.
The team was a mixed bag of talent. Some of the more athletic of the pretty cheerleaders could have made the team, but, of course, none wanted to get sweaty or risk breaking her polished nails.
Shauna was clearly among the most experienced and talented, although only a sophomore. Some girls were Ill-prepared for Shauna's skilled, "no-look" passes, and they would bounce off of their hands and sometimes their faces.
With a towel wrapped around her neck, Shauna had already removed her sports bra as she prepared to walk into the shower room. Coach Kentworth suddenly appeared, and gently placed her hand on Shauna's bare shoulder.
Impressed by the sophomore's obvious skills, the coach said: "Hang in there with us Shauna. I swear we'll get better." Instinctively, Shauna straightened up, and thrust out her small, naked boobs. "It's all good, coach," Shauna said encouragingly. "If Miss Kentworth hadn't peeked down my blouse before, she couldn't have failed to see my little pink titties today," Shauna excitedly thought to herself.
With over a month of practices before their first game, the girls' basketball team did improve. Coach Kentworth was an outstanding coach, and drilled the girls incessantly in areas where they were deficient.
Although Shauna's lesbian preferences were still carefully closeted, she got the distinct feeling that there might other lesbian girls on the team. One was Cindy Marshall, a pretty freshman, whom Shauna had caught staring at her naked body multiple times while in the shower. Actually, Shauna was flattered, and thought it kind of cool.
Meanwhile, Barbie and Shauna had become best friends. Shauna wasn't sure if it was just her lesbian hormones on overdrive, but she seemed to detect some veiled flirtations coming from the pretty, 5'10" cheerleader, who would sometimes "accidentally" rub her leg against Shauna's as they talked.
Other than on the on-court coaching, Shauna couldn't seem to get a gage on her coach / English teacher's sexual preference. Shauna had long since decided that she would love to have sex with the beautiful, 29-year-old, if somehow given the opportunity.
Shauna's hopes were momentarily dashed when she was introduced by Miss Kentworth to her fiancé after a basketball game. Leaning down to be eye-level with the 5'4" sophomore, he pleasantly tried to compliment Shauna by saying, "So, this is the Trae Young of Jackson High."
Shauna politely thanked the man, and looked back at her coach who had a vacant smile on her face. Looking intently into Miss Kentworth's eyes, Shauna detected that something seemed to be off.
Alison Kentworth had practically grown up with a basketball in her hands. The daughter of one of Louisiana's most successful boys' high school coaches, she had attended games and practices soon after learning how to walk.
Like her older brother, Kyle, she had not merely observed, but had absorbed her dad's teaching and eye for the game. Soon, they were two of the best basketball players in the state. Kyle had gone on to play for Texas A&M, while Alison accepted a scholarship to Louisiana Tech.
While choosing to stay in Louisiana, and attend the Ruston campus, it was far enough away from home that Alison was able to take advantage of her newfound freedom.
Alison had known since puberty that she was only attracted to girls. With her conservative Catholic parents, Alison had chosen to keep her secret deeply under wraps. Perhaps more importantly, she had never acted upon her sexual desires in the small, tight-knit community where she had grown up.
At an intimidating 6-foot tall, and the daughter of a well-known hard-ass basketball coach, there were few boys with the guts to ask Alison out while in high school. A fact that she was especially grateful for. Not having a date on Saturday night made it easier for the teenager to keep her secret hidden.
As a female athlete, she had always known that there were a significant number of "out" lesbians playing college sports. Alison was counting on that. It was 2013, after all, and "girls with girls" had a far less negative stigma than their gay male counterparts, especially in the south.
Soon after arriving on the Louisiana Tech campus, the 18-year-old met a 21-year-old volleyball player from Sweden named, Kirsten. Tall, like Alison, the two girls had an instant chemistry and mutual attraction.
Alison quickly agreed to meet the blonde Swede at a local pizza place. Although she had briefly dated a couple of boys, Alison would look back and remember her meeting with Kirsten as her first "real" date. Primping in the mirror for an extended period of time, Alison's dorm roommate was curious as to what was going on. "I've got a date. Well, I think it's a date," Alison explained. Her roommate naturally assumed that her date was with a guy. "Be careful," her older roommate cautioned her, "These college boys like to fuck you and forget you." The 20-year-old knew from experience.
Invited back to Kirsten's apartment, Alison soon found herself passionately kissing the Swedish college senior. Giving way to Kirsten's impatient hands, Alison's top was soon lifted over her head. The 18-year-old had chosen not to wear a bra that evening, and her 34-C breasts were now appreciatively being fondled.
"Wow!" was the best that the Swedish girl could come up with in English. Like most lean volleyball players, Kirsten had tiny breasts, but had hoped to fuck a big-breasted American girl before returning home to Sweden.
One hand began to ardently squeeze one of Alison's round boobs, while her mouth eagerly descended upon the other, exuberantly licking and nibbling on Alison's brown nipple. With Kirsten busily engaged with her breasts, Alison began to impatiently paw at the Swedish girl's clothed body.
As both athletes hurriedly undressed, Alison almost couldn't believe that she was about to have sex with the tall, pretty girl in front of her. How many times had she dreamed of making love to a girl?
The senior volleyball player was highly experienced in the art of lesbian love. Taking charge, she laid the dark-haired basketball player on her bed. Kirsten eagerly French kissed the 18-year-old. It was Alison's first time being kissed that way. It was better than she had imagined.
The two girls avidly roamed the naked body of the other before Kirsten finally dipped between Alison's long, slender legs. It was almost a surrealistic experience for the sexually inexperienced 18-year-old as the older girl used her skilled tongue on Alison's pussy.
The pleasure was so intense that the basketball player experienced orgasm after orgasm. Alison would not return to her dorm room that night.
Kirsten would be the first of Alison's college girl lovers. Most were student-athletes, like Alison, but the all-conference basketball player would have brief trysts with "townie" girls, and even a dykey Women's Studies professor.
Following college, and after earning her teaching credential, Alison Kentworth was determined to bury her lesbian past and live a heterosexual life, marry in the church, and have a kid or two. It was proving to be more difficult than she had imagined to "go straight." So many girls from her past kept reappearing via email and social media, it was increasingly hard to keep putting them off.
But what was perhaps most tempting for Miss Kentworth, there were just soooo many pretty young girls at Jackson High.
15-year-old Shauna was very curious about Coach Kentworth's true sexual identity. Having failed to consummate her pent-up lesbian desires with the older, high school softball player, Shauna was more eager than ever to have sex with a girl... or a woman. Miss Kentworth seemed to nicely fit the bill for Shauna.
Shauna had noticed that her 29-year-old coach was often in the locker room during shower time. As such, Shauna rarely failed to show off her nubile, naked body in front of her coach, usually wrapping a small towel around her neck, and allowing an unfettered view of her athletic, teenage body, with her pink nipples, trimmed blonde bush, and muscular bubble-butt.
One day, staying late after practice, Shauna overheard a phone conversation emanating from the coach's office. "No, Carolyn, no. I simply cannot do those things with you anymore. I'm engaged to be married. Yes, of course, I love him. I'm sorry."
Shauna now had her answer, and the ammunition that she needed with her 29-year-old coach and English teacher.
Following practice, the next day, Shauna lied, saying that she was having trouble understanding some of the offensive strategies, saying that they were much more advanced than what she was accustomed to at her previous school.
Coach Kentworth knew that Shauna would have to run the offense, and would be a key to whatever success that they might achieve. Shauna suggested that they spend a couple of hours diagramming the sets on Saturday. With the gym closed for the weekend, Coach Kentworth gave the 15-year-old her home address.
Shauna showed up on time at the coach's modest townhouse. The 5'4" high school sophomore, usually in a cute ponytail, wore her blonde hair that day provocatively long. Dressed in white shorts, and a braless tank top, the attractive teen was loaded for bear. Shauna had decided that there would be no veiled flirtations, she wasn't leaving until she had eaten coach Kentworth's pussy, or had at least sucked on her big tits.
The teenager noticed that her coach's eyes noticeably widened as she greeted her petite point guard. Shauna's pointy boobs were already aroused in anticipation, and her pink nipples were poking against the cotton fabric of her tank top.
"Come in, Shauna," Coach Kentworth said pleasantly. Shauna made note that the pretty high school English teacher made a quick look up and down the neighborhood before allowing the teenager into her townhouse.
Coach Kentworth was surprised by the meeting asked for by Shauna. She had thought the sophomore had quickly understood the offensive sets that they had meticulously practiced. "Maybe it's just jitters," thought the 29-year-old coach, knowing that the would be playing their first games in just a matter of days.
Coach Kentworth was prepared for the 15-year-old point guard, and brought out a whiteboard, and several colorful erasable markers.
To continue with the charade, Shauna listened dutifully as her coach reminded her of the system that they were planning to run. Shauna inched closer to the coach as she pretended to concentrate on the formations being drawn on the whiteboard.
Finally, their legs met. Coach Kentworth wordlessly looked down, having not realized that Shauna had made her way so close that they were now touching. The teenager had an odd look on her face that the coach had never seen before.
Coach Kentworth was also wearing shorts, and Shauna brazenly placed her hand on the coach's upper thigh. She then recited a poem for the English teacher:
All trembling in my arms fair Alison lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove to take;
Raising my rapture by her kind delay,
Her force so charming was and weak.
It was a poem by Aphra Behn. Shauna had added her coach's first name so that there could be no mistaken meaning.
Leaning into the dark-haired woman, Shauna leaned in to give her teacher and coach a closed-mouth kiss, while caressing Miss Kentworth's thigh.
The teacher was genuinely shocked, and pushed Shauna away. Miss Kentworth could see that Shauna was undeterred, and that her nipples were again aroused.
"Shauna, I just can't," the coach pleaded. She could hear herself saying the words, but she knew that she didn't mean them. There was nothing more that she would rather do than plunge her tongue into the pussy of the pretty, blonde-haired teen.
"You know you want to, Alison," Shauna said, just as insistently. Shauna then proceed to caress her teacher's breast with her hand. The teenager could feel a bra beneath the coach's "Generals" t-shirt, restraining the 34-C breasts that Shauna had long imagined taking in her eager mouth.
"Tell me about Carolyn?" Shauna continued. Coach Kentworth was dumbstruck. How could Shauna possibly know about her?!" Carolyn had been Alison's one and only true love, and taught in an adjoining school district.
As young teachers, they had spent their summer vacation together, exploring and making love in all parts of western Europe. Carolyn had been devastated when Alison had called things off, and announced that she was engaged to a man.
Both of Shauna's avid hands were squeezing Alison's bounteous, C-cup breasts. Miss Kentworth could only mutely watch the pretty, teenage girl paw her, as she was frozen with the knowledge that her secret was now out.
"You mustn't tell anyone about Carolyn," the 29-year-old admonished her student. Giving in, she then lifted her t-shirt over her dark, ponytailed head.
Rather than a sports bra, Carolyn was wearing a flesh-colored, frilly bra, as if she were expecting romantic company. Shauna leaned over to kiss the fleshy, exposed parts of Miss Kentworth's breasts as she tried to unhook her teacher's bra.
Considering Shauna had never made love to a woman or girl before. Considering her avaricious determination, the 29-year-old would have been surprised to learn that the younger teen was almost wholly inexperienced.
"Wow!" Shauna said after managing to unhook her coach's bra and gazing at her Miss Kentworth's firm, round boobs. The English teach smiled, remembering when her first lesbian lover had made the same remark upon first seeing Alison's magnificent breasts.
Shauna was momentarily transfixed as she stared at the big, round boobs. They were even more impressive than she had long-imagined. Finally, the 15-year-old delved eagerly with both hands gripping and kneading her high school basketball coach's tits.
Truth be told, Alison had many times fantasized about making love to the pretty sophomore. It turns out that Shauna's subtle sexual hints were not a subtle as she imagined. Walking confidently naked in and out of the showers, Shauna had always managed to offer Alison an optimal view of her young, nubile body.
Miss Kentworth knew that Shauna ran with the prettiest girls in Jackson High, most of them cheerleaders. The lesbian English teacher often wondered if that group of girls fooled around with each other?
With Shauna's face happily buried between Alison big boobs, the high school coach tugged at Shauna's tank top. Pulling it over the teenager's blonde-haired head, Shauna's pink, pointy boobs were now revealed.
Straightening up on the couch, Shauna proudly presented her pyramid-like treasures to coach Kentworth's greedy hands. The 29-year-old hadn't touched a pair of young, budding boobs since her college years. She was doubtlessly attracted to the cute high school girls that she interacted with all day, but with a great deal of difficulty, had thus far been able to resist.
Soon, the two were naked, and Alison was leading the underage girl to her bedroom. Admiring the bubble-butt that she had seen every day in practice, the basketball coach gripped a handful of Shauna's thick butt cheeks as they walked.
Laying the naked teen on the bed, the English teacher issued a final, heartfelt warning: "Shauna, you have to promise me that you'll never tell anyone about this." The beautiful, naked teen looked up at her basketball coach. "Not only will it ruin my career if it ever gets out, I could go to jail," Miss Kentworth added ominously.
Running a finger twice across her pink nipple, "Cross my heart," the 15-year-old said.
Years of repressed lust-filled feelings seemed to melt away like ice cream on a hot summer day as Miss Kentworth at first did little more than passionately kiss the blonde-haired teen.
Miss Kentworth's enthusiastic kisses traveled down from Shauna's mouth, to her neck, and eventually to the 15-year-old's cone-shaped boobs. Taking a pink nipple in her teeth, the teacher pulled and nibbled on the pink nub. The sensation was slightly painful, but highly erotic to the untried teenage girl.
The 6-foot-tall teacher placed the 5'4" sophomore between her young legs. "It's called scissoring," Miss Kentworth explained to the puzzled teen, and began alternately ramming and rubbing her crotch against Shauna's blonde pussy. The older teacher's big boobs swayed attractively with each forceful thrust into the pretty, high school sophomore.
As the day went on, Shauna would have her young pussy eaten for the first time, and would respond in kind with her Katy Perry-lookalike teacher.
As Shauna dressed and prepared to depart, coach Kentworth again reminded the teen that she could tell no one... especially if she wanted to continue things.
Declining a ride home, Shauna thought it best if she walked, like she had arrived.
It is only 69 miles from Shreveport to Ruston, Louisiana. With a football budget that far exceeds the combined budget of all Jackson High girls' sports, coach Kentworth had convinced the school principal and athletic director to reluctantly fund a two-night stay for her team participate in an opening-season basketball tournament to take place on the Louisiana Tech campus.
For coach Wentworth, an all-conference basketball alumna, going back to her alma mater would be a way to reconnect with dozens of old friends, fans, and administrators.
The 10-girl team excitedly piled into the 12-person minivan for the hour-long drive on I-20. With no assistant coach, coach Wentworth would be the sole driver.
The Quality Inn Ruston had been selected due to its 3-mile proximity to the Louisiana Tech campus, comparatively inexpensive accommodations, and free breakfast.
To further save expenses, two girls would be staying in each room, while coach Wentworth would have her own. Shauna had spent the past several days trying to think of ways how she could sneak into her coach's hotel room. Her strategy had changed when she had learned that she would be sharing a room with freshman, back-up point guard, Cindy Marshall.
Shauna had on several occasions noticed the flat-chested 14-year-old staring at her naked body as she entered and exited the shower. It had turned Shauna on, and she was anxious to see if the younger girl was really into girls?
Following a shoot around and a team dinner, the girls settled down for the evening. With a group of 14 to 18-year-old's, coach Kentworth gave them a strict 10:00 p.m. curfew. That didn't mean a lights' out at 10:00 p.m., it just meant that the 10 girls needed to be in their assigned hotel rooms, and that coach Kentworth would be checking.
For some of the girls, it was their first overnight trip without their parents. For others, it would be their first time out of the Shreveport area for any reason. All of the girls felt very grown up, and were excited for the out-of-town tournament which would begin the next day.
While a nervous-looking Cindy had already changed into her pajamas, Shauna was still in her street clothes when the coach knocked on the door. Seeing both girls in the room, coach Wentworth wished them a good night, and reminded them to meet in the breakfast room promptly at 9:00 a.m. The Generals first game of the tournament would be at 1:00 p.m.
Purposely undressing in front of the 14-year-old, Shauna was soon down to only panties and bra. Saying, "I like to sleep naked," Shauna stripped before Cindy's eager eyes. The younger girl made no effort to avert her gaze. "This might be easy," Shauna thought to herself.
After giving Cindy an eyeful, Shauna turned off the lights, but not before inviting the high school freshman to share her bed.
Frankly, Cindy was physically underdeveloped, looking more like a 7th or 8th grader. It was quite a contrast from coach Kentworth's fit, adult body. Nevertheless, Shauna eagerly undressed the cooperative younger girl, running her avid hands across Cindy's flat, boyish chest.
Before bidding coach Kentworth good night, Shauna had made sure that the hotel room door was carefully locked and bolted so that no one could disturb her time with the curious 14-year-old.
Removing Cindy's panties, Shauna eagerly licked the freshman's bald, sensitive pussy. Shauna had to cover Cindy's mouth with her hand as Shauna's younger teammate began to loudly orgasm.
The Generals would win their two scheduled tournament games. Basketball season was just beginning for the girls of Thomas Jackson High School.
The End.
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