From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
Newsgroups: soc.motss,alt.sex.motss
Subject: Women And: The Other Side of the Wall (H.S. Athletes)
Date: 26 Jan 93 13:37:38 GMT
Article-I.D.: spdcc.1993Jan26.133738.9074
Organization: S.P. Dyer Computer Consulting, Cambridge MA

Warning: This is women's erotica written by a gay man. Had it been
actual women-for-women erotica, you would have been notified what
newsgroup in your area to tune to for news and information. Warning:
this is only a test.


In the women's lockerroom, odd things were afoot. What was it in the
air that day my friend ended up going home to a threeway with Coach
Crumley and his wife? Crystal, a friend of mine who was not only in
the drum line but also on the girls intramural basketball team,
confided to me a year ago of what really went on with the girl's team.

That day, Crystal had missed band practice for a last workout before
the girls went off that night to a competition in Abington, and they
were all very excited. They worked together wonderfully, and even
though Crystal wasn't one of the tall lithe guards, she could shoot
better than any other woman on the team. She was still doing lay-ups
with her friend Sherri, when they noticed that everyone else seemed to
have left (my friend told me he noticed a couple of girls still
playing basketball when he went to make the call) so they headed on
into the lockerroom.

Crystal told me she really, REALLY liked Sherri a lot, but Sherri
always seemed a bit of a sosh - social - and flighty. Sherri had very
long brownish-gold hair, she was tall, had small neat breasts that
didn't ever get in the way, and beautiful pale brown skin, just a hint
of pubic hair, and she wasn't shaving under her arms yet, certainly
not her legs. Crystal was quite the opposite - she wasn't that tall,
and she had wonderfully large breasts which always annoyed her on the
court. Her skin was pale, and she had nice big hips, and she
definitely shaved under her arms, she practically had a little
moustache - she called herself the hairy beary on the team, and the
other girls always laughed - they were a tightknit team.

Sherri and Crystal stood near the shower, nude, ready to walk in, and
Sherri blushed slightly as she watched crystal look over her body. She
felt shy for a moment, but then didn't. She liked Crystals nice
muscular body and big titties (and shuddered with anticipation
thinking of touching them) but she liked her own small ones too. What
really intrigued her was Crystal's deep tangle of hair, but she
couldn't even imagine admitting that to herself. The smell of female
perspiration washed over her, she wrinkled her nose for a minute,
though whatever essences there were in the scent touched something and
her nipples crinkled a little bit.

"Whooooeeee, y'alls uh stinker" she laughed, and they went into the
shower. They started soaping up, and Sherri asked Crystal to soap her
back. Crystal obligingly built up a sudsy mass, and rubbed her firmly,
almost roughly, a light massage in the shower. Whenever she touched
Sherri's sensitive sides, Sherri shrieked and jumped a little, and
laughed. Crystal felt a strange warmth whenever she did this - this
exquisite young woman in front of her who wriggled if she touched her
/so/, and the little yells goaded her on. Crystal didn't always feel
that feminine, and having something so finely made in her hands made
her feel more feminine than she could ever remember.

Sherri abruptly turned around, "Now yew stop that!" and backed away
laughing. Crystal could help but notice that Sherri's nice trim
breasts were slightly flushed, and the nipples seemed to have grown
considerably. They both became quiet, and finished up their showers
more thoughtfully. Towelling off, Sherri slowly came over to Crystal
and started slowly drying her back. This big powerful woman in front
of her made her feel, well, thrilled. She felt closer to her than she
had anyone, and being alone in the shower with her was a treat. She
felt more than a little confused but wanting to be sociable plowed on
ahead. She rubbed gently over the broad shoulders, down the spine, and
down over the curvaceous bottom; why couldn't she have something more
attractive, like that? Crystal held her hands up and turned around,
and Sherri found herself continuing to rub the towl over her moist
body. There were Crystal's nice big breasts, and she stroked them from
top to bottom, and in between, and began to notice that the nipples
were hardening and lenghening from her rubbing. She moved on to her
arms, gently stroking them, running down the side of her body to her
hips, thinking about her chest, and suddenly confronted with the mass
of curly wet hair. Dangerously, she rubbed it, and saw a shudder move
through Crystal, who put her arms down and grabbed her towel.

Crystal towelled off Sherri slowly, but more authoritatively, while
Sherri became more and more sensitive in her hands. She put down her
towel, while Sherri stood there, and reaching out tentatively at
first, touched her hardening nipples. Sherri sighed, and feeling bold,
she tweaked it just a little, very gently. Sherri jumped a little, and
a thrill of excitement spread over Crystal. She took Sherri by the
hand, and led her over to a bench, where she lay her down, and gently
started a firm massage over her body, Sherri writhing with the feeling
of it all. Inspired suddenly, Crystal took a towel and slowly wrapped
it around Sherri's wrists, and lovingly tied her wrists to the bench.
Sherri could get free, but not without a little struggle, and Crystal
was more free to do what she felt. She knelt down, and breaking the
final barrier, kissed Sherri on the lips, and firmly explored the
inside of her hungry mouth with her tongue, while stroking her body.

Sherri was exulting in the sensations. The warm, moist mouth pressed
to hers, the sweet tongue moving smoothly, sucking on it gently as she
felt the hot breath of Crystal enter her being. Crystal's tongue
danced slowly along hers, and she probed more in earnest, and becoming
more hungry for the touches, arched to bring her breasts and belly
closer to the maddening strokes of Crystal. Sherri felt like she
wanted Crystal to eat her up completely, wanting her to take her in
her big womanly arms and caress and bring her to shattering heights of
love. She whimpered with the tightness of the towel, and the slight
pricks of painful desire she had as Crystal bit her chin, her throat,
her earlobes.

Crystal reached for, and found, the beginning of the tuft of Sherri's
pubic mound, and Sherri whimpered and bucked slightly as Crystal broke
the kiss and slowly dragged her heavy breasts across Sherri's slight
body and gently spread her legs apart, firmly, and decisively, and
incensed by her wriggling, started a trail of kisses from her
bellybutton downwards, until Sherri groaned a hoarse yes. Her coltish
bucking inflamed Crystal, who simply mounted Sherri, rubbing her
engorged pussy lips ever so lightly over Sherri's belly, while leaning
back down to finish what she started. Sherri slipped her hands free,
and reaching up around started rubbing Crystal's heap of tangled hair
while she shuddered. The hot red button of her clit was standing out
from the mass, and Sherri touched it, and rubbed it while Crystal
herself, shuddered with huge powerful waves, and grabbed Sherri's
hands to make her stop - "no, no, that's too much baby, oh, that's too
much".

They both then got up, and began kissing again in earnest, the same
buildup and intensity, hands exploring everywhere, when Coach Ayers
walked in.  

"What's going on here" she asked, grinning, "go on.  Wouldn't want tuh
stop ye". Coach sat down on a bench, and started untieing her shoes.

The women stared with excited embarrassment, wondering what would
happen next.

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