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please let me know.  Thanks, Lynne

   A Novella

   COACH

   I had been running track all through high school and was just about to
start my senior season.  I had never been great, but good enough to make
States last year in the middle distances.  Up until this year our only
coaches were your typical, out of shape, over the hill, middle aged women
who only coached track because they were either mean old biddies who liked
to boss around young women or were athletes themselves before they let
themselves go and now wanted to relive their fantasies of victory through
our hard work and sweat.

   This spring though, things changed.  We had a student teacher that
offered to help out with the track team.  She had run track in both high
school and college but had used up her last year of eligibility and now was
working on her Masters of Education.  Her name was Naomi and she was
assigned the runners since she obviously was better at it than any of our
other coaches.  Not only that, but she was faster than anyone else on the
team except our top girl in the 100.  She could easily beat everyone else
in any distance up to the mile.  Add to that the fact that she was prettier
than most of the girls on the team and our fragile egos were taking a
beating.  If she hadn't been one of the nicest and most helpful people in
the world things might have gotten ugly.  Instead, she became one of our
best friends, as well as our coach and some of our teacher.

   I don't know exactly why, but Naomi seemed to make me her special
project for the season.  From the first day of practice she pushed me
harder than anyone else, spent more time with me and made sure that I
pushed myself.  Maybe it was because I ran the same distances she ran, but
then again so did a few of the other girls.  Maybe it was because she saw
something in me that none of the other coaches had.  I wasn't sure what it
was, but at times I enjoyed the extra attention, at other times I hated it
when she made me run the extra distance or work extra hard.  She seemed to
be able to know exactly how to get the best out of me though because by mid
season she had me running the best times I had ever run and even a few
college scouts were starting to stop by at our meets to check me out. 
There was even talk of me not just making States, but perhaps even winning
them.

   Now all of this would have been great except for one thing.  I had also
developed a very serious crush on Naomi.

   I had known I was different for a long time.  I always had crushes on
other girls while I was growing up.  I remember how much of a problem it
had created in my family when at age 6 I told my parents I was going to
marry my best friend Melody.  I had never heard of homosexuality in my
household and no one had ever told me that girls weren't supposed to like
other girls that way.  When I said what I did about Melody my father had my
mother sit me down and explain that women didn't marry women and men didn't
marry men.  That it turned out would be the entire course on sex education
I would get from my parents.

   All through puberty I struggled with feelings regarding my sexuality. 
When I discovered masturbation I didn't masturbate thinking about boys or
teen idols, I masturbated thinking about other girls and women.  When I had
crushes they weren't on boys in our class, they were on other girls.  When
we practiced kissing in our early teens, I wanted more.  So even though my
parents told me it was wrong somewhere deep inside I knew it wasn't.  But
still, I thought it was all a phase, something I would grow out of.  I
thought I just needed to meet the right boy and I would fall in love with
him and want to kiss and make love to him.

   Naomi wasn't the only crush I had suffered from growing up.  I had more
than my share, probably because I couldn't ever tell anyone about them. 
But something about her was different.  I found, as well as most of the
other girls on the team, that she was very easy to talk to.  She sort of
became the team's councilor and confidant.  I know several of the girls
talked to her about boyfriend problems and one girl even went to her for
help when she thought she might be pregnant, although she was just having
the horrible 'I am going on the pill next month so I will be late this
month syndrome.' I guess you could say she became the big sister I, and
many of the other girls never had.

   That is another reason my crush was such a problem.  I really liked
Naomi as a friend and didn't want to ever do anything to possibly wreck
that friendship.  Since she was engaged to be married to an absolute hunk
that occasionally stopped by practice and made all the other girls swoon, I
figured that she was just going to be another lover for my masturbatory
fantasies.  By then I was used to that.  I dared not even talk to anyone
about my fantasies for fear that it would get out and I knew what would
happen if it did.

   So with the season winding down I resigned myself to the fact that I was
in love with someone who would never know it.

   States were four weeks away and as luck would have it Naomi's student
teacher assignment was ending and she wouldn't be around to be our coach
for the end of the season.  She was going to be gone at the end of the
week. She approached me at the end of practice.

   "Lynne, you know I think you are going to do great at States but you
really need to keep up your training and try and peak right then.  I was
thinking if you are willing to train on Saturdays I would be glad to work
with you.  The rest of my days are going to be tied up with classes and
working on my thesis." Naomi said to me as we started walking back towards
the locker room.

   "I don't know," I said, even though the idea that she would be willing
to do this for me made me feel like I was walking on a cloud.  "I work
until late afternoon on Saturdays and I don't want to make it too difficult
for you."

   "Well," She seemed to be thinking.  "If you would be willing to put in
the time I am sure I can do the same.  You show a lot of promise and I was
talking to our track coach.  She saw you last week at the multi-team meet
and was really impressed by what she saw.  She is thinking if you win or
place in States she might offer you a scholarship."

   Now I couldn't turn her down.  "A scholarship?" I screamed, jumping up
and down.  "Well Coach, I will do whatever you think I need to do to get a
scholarship."

   We made an appointment for our first training session.  I was to meet
her at the track at 4:00 on Saturday.  She told me Coach Lopez had given
her a key to the locker room so we could use it to shower and change after
our workout.

   Saturday afternoon came and when I arrived at the track Naomi was
already there.  I could tell she had been running because she was sweaty
and slightly out of breathe.  I checked my watch, worrying that I was late,
but I was right on time.

   "Hi Lynne," Naomi jogged up to me.  "I got here a little early so
figured I would get a workout in before we started."

   "Well, at least that will make it a little easier for me to beat you
Coach," I replied.  I put down my bag.  I had changed before I left work so
I had on my shorts and singlet already.  All I needed to do was stretch out
and put on my running shoes and I would be ready to go.

   "That sounds like a challenge to me," Naomi laughed.  "I hope you are
ready to run because we are going to run and run hard.  Get your shoes on
and stretch out because for the next two hours your ass is mine girl."

   "Oops," I thought to myself.  Naomi was a good coach and she normally
worked us hard and when she wanted to she could work us really hard.  I had
a feeling that by the end of today I would be worked like I hadn't been
worked before.

   Sure enough, as soon as I finished stretching Naomi started to work me
and work me hard.  But everything she had me do, she did also, usually
better and faster.  When we finally got to running for times we both were
soaking wet with sweat and sore.  But she kept pushing and in our third set
I actually beat her and set a personal best for that distance.  But by the
time we finished I wasn't sure I could even run back to the locker room. 
Naomi too looked tired, but not nearly as exhausted as I felt.

   We headed to the locker room and Naomi said she was really happy with
the way things worked out.  I was only a few tenths behind what the girl
who was expected to win States had been running and Naomi felt if the
training went as well as it had today I would be right there.

   We got to the doors for the locker room and Naomi unlocked them and let
us in.  She locked them back up as soon as we were inside.

   "Do you have anywhere you have to be?" Naomi asked as we got into the
training room.

   "Not really, I was just going to head home and get some dinner and then
do some homework." I wondered why Naomi was asking.

   "Good because I want you to hit he whirlpool tub before you take a
shower.  You worked hard today and the whirlpool will keep you from
tightening up.  20 minutes should do it." Naomi turned on the water for the
tub.  "Here you adjust the temperature.  You should have it as hot as you
can stand it.  I am going to hit the showers.  I am meeting Jim for a late
dinner and movie."

   I put my bag down and adjusted water to a temperature I thought I could
stand.  Then I went into the locker room to get undressed and grab a towel.

   Now, usually after a workout the coaches would be around the locker
room, but if they showered they must have done it after the team left.  So
I was surprised when I walked into the locker room and saw Naomi standing
there nude while she went through her bag.  She had her shampoo,
conditioner, a razor and a few other things on the bench next to her.  I
couldn't help but look at her well toned, and completely tan body.  Even
with all the time she spent with us in shorts and a singlet she had almost
no tan lines.

   She looked up as I walked in.  "Grab me a towel too," she said as I
reached over to grab one for myself my eyes never leaving Naomi's body.  I
grabbed a second towel and walked over to her, trying not to look but
amazed at how beautiful her body looked.  So fit, so tanned.  And I noticed
she had almost no bush, just a little fur above her lips.  She obviously
trimmed and shaved most of it.

   I felt foolish when Naomi finally said, "Well, can I have my towel
please." She was standing there naked with her hand out, waiting for me to
hand her the towel.  I handed her the towel, trying not to look her in the
eyes, or at anything else for that matter.  I must have been blushing
because Naomi laughed.

   "I know what you are thinking," Naomi giggled.  I hoped she didn't
because the fact was I was thinking what it would feel like to touch her
body.  Kiss her breasts.  Taste her nearly naked mound.  "You are wondering
where I get my tan.  Well, if I was still teaching here I would probably
lie to you and tell you I got it from a tanning bed but truth is Jim has a
boat and I get to sunbathe on it whenever we go out on the lake."

   "Oh," was my so intelligent response.

   Naomi smiled at me, gathered up her stuff and the towel and headed
towards the showers.  I watched her tanned bottom as she walked away.  "Hit
the tub, I don't want you all tight for the meet on Monday."

   From my locker I could see into the showers.  I tried not to look but
snuck a few quick glances as I undressed.  As I wrapped the towel around me
to head back to the training room I looked up and my eyes widened as I saw
Naomi shaving herself.  Hoping she didn't hear the little gasp that escaped
my lips I rushed into the training room and climbed into the steaming tub
and turned on the jets.

   I couldn't stop thinking about Naomi as I lay in the tub.  That she was
naked in the next room right now showering.  How great she looked.  How
jealous I was of Jim.  My mind stated to fantasize about going into the
shower right now and telling her how I felt.  No, just walking in and
taking her in my arms and kissing her.  My fingers started to explore my
own body as I sat there in the tub, water up to my neck, the jets caressing
my body.

   I lost myself in my fantasies and soon was masturbating as I sat in the
tub the hot bubbling water completely covering my body.  I was dreaming
that it was Naomi and I out on that boat in the middle of the lake, both of
us nude, putting sunscreen on each other.  I dreamed that she would allow
me to apply it to her beautiful bottom, to her breasts, even to her nearly
naked mound.  I was just about to cum when I heard Naomi's voice.

   "Well, I said 20 minutes would be enough.  Come on girl, I do have a
date." She was standing in the door right behind me.

   "Sorry, I must have lost track of time." I reached over the edge of the
tub, hoping she didn't notice how erect my nipples were.  I quickly hopped
out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself.  "I can shower at home if
you want me to," I quickly blurted out as I half ran past her.

   "No, I still have to do my hair, but you will need to hustle." She said
as I headed for my showers.

   I got in and tried to be careful as I washed myself.  I was so horny
that I knew if I spent much time washing my mound I would be getting myself
in trouble.  To save time I didn't wash my hair, simply soaped up, washed
off and wrapped my towel around me as I headed back to my locker.

   Naomi was standing by my locker, my bag in her hand.  "You might need
this," she said.  She put it down and started to run a brush through her
hair.  I waited for a moment, expecting her to leave.  "Let's talk about
what I want you to work on while you get dressed."

   I am normally not shy around the locker room; in fact since I am proud
of my body and the shape I keep myself in, you might say I am a bit of an
exhibitionist.  But with Naomi standing there, I suddenly felt
self-conscious.  Not only had I just masturbated thinking about her
beautiful body, but also now I felt woefully inadequate.  My tan lines vs.
her beautiful, fully tanned body.  My unkempt bush, not that it was a
jungle since my hair was fine and not very dense, but still against her
very well trimmed and shaved mound, it looked bushy and wild.  My smaller
breasts compared to Naomi's full and beautifully shaped ones.  Even my
small, but long nipples, compared to Naomi's beautifully shaped, large
ones. I stood there too long, my towel wrapped around me, unsure.  Not
fully listening to Naomi as she brushed her hair and talked about what she
wanted me to work on next week.

   "Hey, you can dress while we talk," Naomi stopped brushing and her words
snapped me out of my trance.  "I do have someplace to go you know, and I
don't want to be late." She giggled.  "Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad
an idea.  You know what they say, letting them wait a little isn't always a
bad thing."

   I finally took off my towel and felt very naked, not just due to my lack
of clothing.  What was worse was I was again getting aroused.  While Naomi
had seen me naked many times before, it was always in a locker room full of
naked girls.  Now it was just she and I, and I had also seen her naked for
the first time and those thoughts kept racing through my mind.

   "Now I wrote everything down and I will give it to you when we get to my
car," I realized again that I wasn't listening to her but rather my mind
was going places it should have.  My nipples were rock hard and my mound
was again starting to grow moist even as I felt embarrassed by my nudity. I
was glad when I finally finished drying off and slid my panties up my legs
and my bra over my shoulders.

   It seemed like, once covered I was able to concentrate once more on what
Naomi was saying.  Yes I would make sure I followed the work out schedule
she would give me.  Yes I would call her to give her an update every night.
Yes I would be ready for another workout next Saturday.  In fact, I knew I
would be looking forward to it more than she would ever know.

   When I finally finished dressing we headed out of the locker room to our
cars.  I had dad's Buick and again I felt so inadequate when I looked at
her Miyata.  She had the top down and simply reached inside to grab her
briefcase.  She looked through it for a second and then handed me a piece
of paper.

   "Now make sure you follow it to the letter.  I gave a copy to Coach
Lopez and she will make sure someone works with you on this.  I also told
her about the scholarship deal.  She knows how much that means to both of
us."

   I looked that the paper and saw I would be working really hard all week.
It was going to be difficult but I vowed to myself to keep to it, no matter
how hard it would be.  The last thing in the world I wanted to do was
disappoint Naomi.

   What happened next was a surprise.  Naomi reached over and gave me a big
hug.  She pulled me towards her and I could feel her breasts against mine
as she squeezed me tight.  My legs felt suddenly week, but in an instant it
was over.

   "I will give you a call Monday night," she said as she hopped into her
car and started it up.  "I want to see how you are doing."

   As she sped away I stood there, the paper in my hand, my mind whirling
as thoughts I never should have raced through them.  I couldn't wait until
tomorrow night to hear her voice, even if it was over the telephone.  I
climbed into dad's Buick and had the incredible urge to touch myself right
there in the school parking lot.  I managed however to wait until I went to
bed that night.  Only then did I let myself go, pretending that my hands
were Naomi's as I brought myself to orgasm while biting my lip and trying
to keep as quiet as possible, knowing my parents were just down the hall.

   I had had minor crushes before, but this was my first big one.  The
whole next day I couldn't think of anything but Naomi.  I knew I wasn't
supposed to work out, but late in the afternoon I did go for a run, just to
work off some of my nervous energy.  I kept looking at how hard I would be
working next week, not because I enjoyed the thought of burning legs and
lungs, but because the piece of paper was something Naomi had done just for
me.  Even as I tried to do my homework, my mind kept drifting, thinking
about Naomi, thinking about her and me.  Then I would laugh and tell myself
that I was fantasizing again about something that would never happen.

   Monday finally came and again my mind was not on school, not on my
classes and even when I was working hard at practice, not on my running. 
It was simply on the fact that sometime tonight I would hear Naomi's voice.
I would be able to talk to her.  Even as I was sweating in the spring heat
of Arizona all I could think about was talking on the phone with Naomi,
telling her how I followed her workout to the letter.  Every now and then
Coach Lopez would break me out of my trance with some more instructions.

   "I have never seen you work so hard," Coach Lopez said as we were
walking up to the locker room.  Because of the workout Naomi had left she
and I had to stay an extra 30 minutes at the track.  I was exhausted.  "You
really pushed it.  I think the extra work has really done wonders.  You
have dropped your times across the board in the last month and you are
within a few tenths of being the fastest in the state."

   I hardly heard a word she said.  All I wanted to do was get home and
wait by the phone for Naomi to call.

   When I did get home I ate a quick dinner and then told my parents I had
homework to do.  I did, but found it very hard to concentrate.  I just
wanted the phone to ring.  Every time it did I would run down the stairs,
only to be disappointed.  Finally, at almost 9:00 p.m., when I had almost
given up hope that she would call, the phone rang.

   My mother got it first.  I could tell it was Naomi even hearing only one
side of the conversation.  My mother had met Naomi several times and she
really admired her and thought she was a good role model.  My mom was
asking her how school was going, was she ready for graduation and if she
had landed a job yet?  Finally, after what seemed like forever she handed
me the phone.

   I was so excited that I had to try and control my breathing as I heard
her voice.  "So how did the workout go?" Naomi's voice seemed rushed.  I
heard his voice in the background.

   "Oh, it was hard, but I think it went well.  Coach Lopez worked with
me," I had sat down on the couch, settling in, happy to finally hear her
voice.

   "Yea, I talked to her earlier.  She said she hardly even had to be
there, that you did a great job pushing yourself, and all the other girls
on the team even.  She said your enthusiasm is contagious.  I am so glad to
hear that.  Well, I have to run, Jim and I just got home and we need to
take a shower.  Oops, I probably shouldn't have put it that way, well
anyway, keep up the good work and I will talk to you again later this week.
Remember, tomorrow you go light.  I don't want you overworking yourself. 
Work hard, recover.  That is the way you will win."

   "Okay coach," I hoped she couldn't hear the disappointment in my voice.
"I will do that.  I will talk to you later this week I guess."

   "Yes, but I will be checking in with Coach Lopez.  Goodnight." With that
she hung up.

   I just sat there looking at the phone.  I had waited for two days and it
was all over in less than a minute, and all because of him.  I was having
my first real feelings of jealousy.  I wanted nothing less than to have Jim
out of the picture.  He was the reason we only talked for a few seconds. 
He was the one Naomi was going to take a shower with.  He was the one that
was keeping us apart.  "No you silly girl," I said to myself, "the reason
you and she are not together is that she likes men, not dykes."

   A tear ran down my cheek as I hung up the phone.  I went up to my room,
got undressed and climbed into bed.  Even as I tried not to, I thought of
them together, in the shower, kissing, soaping each other.  Finally I fell
into a fitful sleep.

   Over the next few days I started to get back to normal.  While thoughts
of Naomi still dominated all others, they were starting to get a little
less of an obsession.  I was resigning myself to the fact that she had no
ideas the feelings I was having for her, nor would she ever, because I sure
was not going to tell her.  The only thing that I did that was out of the
ordinary, and one I explained away by saying I had gotten a new bathing
suit that was a little higher cut, was I had trimmed and shaved some of my
bush so now it looked just like Naomi's.

   Thursday night she called.  I figured she would and found myself waiting
for the phone to ring again.  But this time the call came much earlier.  I
had barely finished dinner when my mom called for me to come get the phone.

   "Hi," Naomi seemed her regular cheerful self.  "Heard the week has gone
well at practice."

   "Yea, Coach Lopez says my form is the best she has seen since Lindsey T.
back in the 80s." Lindsey was a legend, having held every school and state
record at the middle distances for years.  She still held the school
records but I was close to breaking them.

   "Great, hey, about Saturday," at this instant I suddenly deflated, sure
she was going to cancel out workout to be with HIM, "I hope you don't mind
if we change things around a little.  I was thinking that after the
workout, you and I could go grab some dinner and maybe catch a movie.  Jim
is heading out of town to go fishing with some buddies for the weekend, and
I thought since if you didn't have any plans we could do something.  It
will also give me some time to tell you a little more about Coach
Carmichael and the program over here.  She says you are almost a lock for
at least a partial scholarship if you want it.  And if you win States,
probably a full ride."

   I don't know which I was more excited about, the scholarship or the
prospect of going out with Naomi for the night.  "I will have to let my
parents know, but sure, I think it would be great to go out with you." That
didn't sound right at all.  I quickly backtracked.  "I mean, I really would
love to get more information about the program at the U."

   "Great, tell you what, so you don't have to have your dad's car over at
the school why don't I just pick you up before the workout.  We will
workout and then go get some dinner and then catch a movie or do something.
I can drop you off.  Think that will work?" Naomi had no idea how much she
had made my day.

   "Yea, that would be great.  What time should I be ready," I could hardly
contain my excitement.

   "Make it 3:30, I plan to work you hard," Naomi finalized the plans.  We
spent about another 15 minutes on the phone talking about how the workouts
went, what my times were and other generalities.  Finally Naomi said she
had to go and get some dinner herself.

   I hurried up to my room and tried to finish my homework.  Finally done,
I laid down on my bed thinking about Saturday night.  I was too excited to
go to sleep.  I lay there looking up at the ceiling, thinking thoughts I
never should have, but ones that kept me awake until after my parents had
gone to bed, and I could take care of the problem these thoughts created.

   The following two days crawled by.  Practice Friday afternoon seemed
especially long since Coach Lopez kept yelling at me to keep my mind on the
workout.  After practice I went home and tried to do some homework and get
some sleep, neither very successfully.  Saturday wasn't much better.  The
morning was a waste and the afternoon I spent primping and getting myself
ready.  I put makeup on, and then scrubbed it off.  I took a long, hot
shower and shaved and trimmed my mound, laughing at myself as I did it. 
But I knew that Naomi was going to see it, and I was hoping she would
notice how I had followed her lead.  I toyed with the idea of shaving it
completely bare, but knew that I could never explain that to the girls in
the locker room.

   Finally 3:30 came and I was ready.  I had packed my best jeans, a blouse
that I hoped would be sexy, but not slutty and a nice pair of sandals.  I
was dressed in my shorts, singlet and running shoes as I sat on the porch,
my bag next to me, waiting for that little Miata.

   And I waited, and I waited.  3:30 came and went, then 3:45, then 4:00.
Finally at 4:05 Naomi pulled up.  She waved me over.

   "Sorry I'm late.  Something came up at school.  I will tell you about it
later.  Let's go," she leaned over and opened the door as I reached the
car.

   "I was just about ready to go in and call you, I thought you had forgot
me," my voice betrayed me.

   "Forget you?" Naomi laughed as I sat down and closed the door.  "Just
when I was getting you just the way I wanted you," she sped away from the
curb.  "I would never do that, and anyway I was really looking forward to
tonight, it isn't often I get to go out with the girls anymore."

   Naomi drove like she ran, fast but in control.  We were at the track in
no time.  It was fun riding in this little convertible, watching the men
check us out as we drove by.  It felt great to be with Naomi.

   Once at the track however she was all business.  We stretched and then
got right into running circuits.  It was at hot day and in half an hour I
was dripping with sweat and had already finished the water bottle I had
brought.  Naomi took out a cooler with several sports drinks in it and we
kept on running.  The major difference from last week is now Naomi and I
were running almost exactly even.  She was not longer beating me
consistently.  In fact, it seemed like it was her that was struggling to
keep up.  After an hour we stopped to get another drink.  My legs ached and
I was breathing hard, but Naomi was doubled over and seemed just about done
in.

   "Well, I think your workouts this week helped," Naomi said between gulps
of her drink.  "I didn't get much track time in this week and I think it
shows.  I think it is time that I coach and you run for a while."

   The last hour of the workout was designed to improve my kick.  She
pushed me hard with sprints.  If I thought I was sweating the first hour
the second one left me totally drenched.  When we were finally done I had
drank almost a gallon of fluids but still felt completely wrung out.  I
gulped down a quart as we walked up towards Naomi's car.

   "Okay, well you run up to the locker room, I will see you up there."
Naomi said as she put the cooler and her other things in the car.

   "What, I can't ride?" I was so tired that even though it was only a
couple of hundred yards, I was looking forward to the ride.

   "And make a mess out of my nice leather seats?  Girl you are wetter than
a dog left out in a thunderstorm.  Plus, you are going to race my little
toy here to the locker room.  If you take off right now you just might beat
me, and the winner gets to choose what we eat tonight." Naomi hopped in and
grabbed her keys.

   I took off as fast as I could.  I had gone about 75 yards when I heard
the car start.  She would have to stay on the road, which meant she had
about double the distance to cover than I had, and I had already covered a
third of mine.  I heard her tires squeal as she put the car in gear.  I
could hear the engine revving as I closed the distance to the door.  But
with 50 yards still to go she passed me and pulled up to the locker room
and jumped out.  She reached the door just seconds before I did.

   "I win, but since I am buying I should get to choose what we eat
anyway," Naomi was laughing as she unlocked the door.  "Grab your stuff and
get your little butt in here.  You need to soak in the tub and get a
shower."

   I was bent over at my waist, gasping for breath.  But I managed to find
enough energy to go grab my bag and get into the locker room.  The idea of
that shower just seemed to inviting to pass up.

   We got in and Naomi had already started filling up the tub.  She was
going over some sheets that Coach Lopez had left her from the previous week
on everyone's times.  I walked into the locker room and undressed, wrapping
a towel around myself.  My clothes were soaked, one part of my shorts more
than the rest.  I couldn't help but touch myself, if even just for a
second. I was horny and I was planning on taking care of that problem in
the tub.  I walked in and Naomi was still sitting on the training table,
making some notes on the sheets she was reviewing.

   I just stood there for a minute wrapped in my towel, fully expecting her
to leave.

   "Well," Naomi said, looking up for a minute, "What are you waiting for?
In the tub, we haven't all night.  I want something to eat." She sat there,
watching and waiting.

   I turned on the jets, dropped my towel and climbed in.  Only when I was
finally in the tub did Naomi go back to looking at her notes.

   Without looking up Naomi said, "I forgot to tell you why I was late.  I
was meeting with Coach and she said that she is sending some people to your
meets to tape you from now until States.  She is also sending the same to
your prime competition.  Good thing is she is going to share those tapes
with me so we will be able to see how well she runs and if she has any
weaknesses.  We will review them before States."

   I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying.  I had so hoped
that Naomi was going to go in the office or in the other locker room at
least.  I really needed some relief for the feeling between my legs, and
the hot, bubbling water was not relieving it one bit.  If anything it was
making it worse.  And seeing Naomi sitting there on one of the training
room tables, Indian style, in her sweaty shorts and singlet, was making it
nearly unbearable.  I sank down as deep into the water as I could and
closed my eyes.  But that only brought images of Naomi's naked body in the
shower to my mind.  My hand almost on its own reached between my legs and
started to slowly, gently, secretly, massage my mound.

   "Well, well, well, it really seems you are almost ready," Naomi suddenly
exclaimed.  My eyes shot open, thinking that she had figured out what I was
doing.  "These times all seem really good," she put down the sheets and
stretched.  "Not only have your times steadily improved, but you seem to be
pulling the rest of the middle distance runners with you.  You have all
improved across the board."

   I couldn't sit still in the tub.  I needed some relief.  But somehow I
managed to blurt out a, "Yes, and we all have you to thank Coach.  All the
girls really admire you and they all want to be just like you." Now I felt
foolish.  This wasn't true.  The fact was many of the girls were jealous of
Naomi and were glad to see her leave.  Even so the truth was she was good
for us, our running had never been better and even the girls that down
right hated her had taken her training tips to heart.

   "Now let's not go that far.  I know a lot of the girls thought I was too
hard and they hated the fact that I was faster than they were, but thanks
anyway.  Being a coach is not a popularity contest." Naomi stretched again,
her arms going high over her head as she arched her body backwards, making
her breasts stick out.  That is not what I needed right now.  "And on top
of it, I saw the way a lot of them looked at Jim whenever he came around.
If you weren't all high school girls I would have been worried."

   "All high school girls," I almost sank in the tub I deflated so much
when she said that.  Is that all she thinks of us, of me.  Just a silly
little schoolgirl?  I could feel a tear welling up in my eye.  It was like
I had just been stabbed with an icicle through the heart.

   "Well, come on, times up," Naomi reached over and turned off the tub. 
"Time to hit the showers." She hopped off the table and was taking off her
singlet as she headed into the locker room.

   "Silly little schoolgirl," I said to myself.  "Well I will show you.  I
beat you today on the track.  I am not just a little girl anymore." I
climbed out of the tub and grabbed my towel, not bothering to dry off or
wrap it around me.  I looked into the mirror.  This was not a silly little
schoolgirl's body, but a woman's.  I was a little taller than Naomi, had
bigger boobs and my trimmed and shave mound was at least as much of a
woman's as hers was.  I strutted into the locker room and into the showers,
dropping my towel on the floor as I went.  My body was steaming from the
hot water of the tub as I entered the shower room.

   Naomi hadn't reached the showers yet so I went over and turned one on,
hot.  I gave it a second to heat up and then slid in, oops, too hot.  I
cooled it down a little and started to wash up.  I let the water run over
my body and the water pressure, usually rather weak because of the number
of showers that would normally being going at once now was hard enough to
sting my skin.  It felt good to have the water pound on my sore body.  I
put my head in the stream and let the water massage my face and soak my
hair.  I heard another shower start; Naomi was now in the showers with me.
In my minds eye I could see her there, naked, her completely tanned body
being caressed by the water.  I could see her leaning back into the stream
of the shower; the water running down her beautifully fit body.  I could
see it caressing her breasts, her erect nipples enjoying the warmth of the
water.  I could see her soaping herself, her hands running over her body.

   "Hey, you are going to drain the reservoir if you don't start washing
soon." Naomi's voice pulled me back to reality.  "I didn't think I worked
you hard enough that you would fall asleep in the shower."

   Even with the fantasies that were running through my mind I was still
mad about her comment about little schoolgirls.  I quickly reached over and
got some soap and started to scrub my body.  Out of the corner of my eye I
could see Naomi watching me, with a quizzical look on her face.  Well if
she was going to watch I would show her just how little a girl I was.

   I started to wash myself in the most erotic way I could think of, short
of actually masturbating right there in the shower.  I kept reaching over
for more soap and started to wash my breasts and upper body.  I kept
running my fingers over my breasts, over my nipples.  I squeezed them
together, pretending to be washing under them, even though I didn't have to
lift to do this.  Soon I started washing down my tummy.  My hands slowly
working their way down my body.  My mound was responding to the attention
the rest of my body was getting.  I could feel myself opening, my pearl
hardening.  In a move that even surprised me for its boldness, I bent over
at the waist to wash my calves and feet, my bottom pointed directly at
Naomi, my legs opened enough that she would have an unobstructed view of my
aroused and blossoming mound.  From behind me I thought I heard a small
gasp.

   Then suddenly I heard the other shower being turned off.  "Hurry up,"
Naomi's voice sounded unsteady, "it is time for us to get out of here." She
was gone.

   Oh god, what had I done.

   I quickly finished my shower and grabbed my towel.  Naomi was nowhere to
be found.  I walked to my locker, got my blow-drier and makeup case and
started to get ready even though I was sure Naomi was going to cancel our
evening together.  How could I have been so stupid in the shower?  How
could I have been so forward?

   I dried my hair and put on the little makeup I wear and then went back
to my locker to get dressed.  Still no sign of Naomi.  I thought that she
wouldn't have just left me, I had no ride home but I had no idea where she
was.  She must be in the coaches' office but I was too ashamed to check.  I
got dressed and just sat there, waiting.

   Finally Naomi came out of the coaches' office, dressed and ready to go.
"Well, you hungry?"

   Naomi looked stunning, and I felt very underdressed.  Even though she
was dressed casually, in a light summer dress, she looked fantastic.  I
felt awkward in my shorts and sleeveless blouse.  Damn, I felt like that
'little high school girl' again.

   "Well, you won the race, what would you like to eat?  My treat," Naomi
said as she reached down and picked up my bag.  She started walking towards
the door, "Or would you rather I pick since you seem to have been struck
dumb?"

   "Oh, sorry, guess I am just a little tired," I had to hurry to catch up.
"How about Chili's?"

   "Chili's?  YUCK.  We can do better than that.  How about some sushi, or
maybe Chinese?" Naomi opened the door to the locker room and we stepped
outside.  It was already starting to get dark.

   "Chinese would be great," I said.  "I have never been a big sushi fan."

   "Okay, Chinese it is then.  P.F.  Chang's on Mill should do the trick."
Naomi threw our bags behind the seats of her Miata and motioned for me to
climb in.  I guess I had made too much of the shower thing.  She probably
didn't even notice me, I mean; I don't make a habit of looking at other
girls while I shower.  Still, I swore I heard her gasp, and the way she
suddenly walked out.  I just chalked it all up to my over-active
imagination.

   It wasn't a long drive to Tempe, but long enough to be able to relax and
enjoy the ride in the convertible.  It wasn't so hot yet that a convertible
started to lose its appeal, in fact the night was refreshingly cool.  The
breeze had an effect on Naomi, and her spaghetti strapped sundress, one
where a bra was not practical, made it easy for me to see that she had
gotten chilled.  I tried not to look at here very large, hard nipples as
they pressed against the thin fabric.  Funny, it was cool, but not that
cool I thought to myself.

   We pulled up to P.F.  Chang's and Naomi let the valet park the car.  He
was a good-looking boy, probably a student at ASU, and he paid a lot of
attention to Naomi as he gave her a ticket for her car.  I felt that funny
feeling again.  Jealousy.  I wanted to grab her arm or something, anything,
to tell him she was with me tonight.  But how silly would that have been?
Instead I sulked as Naomi put us on the list for a table.

   "Let's sit outside," she said as they handed her the pager that would
let us know when our table was ready, "it will give us a chance to talk."

   We walked out and found an empty bench in the courtyard.  Lots of people
were coming and going, both college kids and people who tended to flock to
Mill Street on weekends for the theaters, restaurants and nightlife.  We
sat down and Naomi and I started chatting, about nothing in particular.  I
was finally relaxing, sure now that she hadn't noticed my show in the
showers, sad she hadn't, but glad it hadn't cost me our friendship.

   "You know, when I first met you, that first day of practice this spring,
I knew you had a lot of promise," Naomi seemed to be complimenting me a lot
this evening.  I certainly didn't mind the attention.

   "Thanks, I guess I just needed the right coach." I said, blushing a
little at her compliment.

   "Oh, I didn't mean just running," she said, letting the comment hang in
the air for a second.  "I mean you are a wonderful girl in so many ways. 
You are pretty, very mature for your age, smart, confidant; seem to know
what you want and how to get it.  You really are something special you
know. Too bad I am leaving school.  I think you and I would have made great
roommates."

   I was really blushing now.  I didn't know what to say, although the idea
of being roommates instantly had me wishing it could be true.  First
roommates and then bedmates?

   "So, I know you were pretty much planning on either ASU or that other
school," I knew she really hoped I would accept the scholarship to ASU if
it was offered.  It would mean I would be close to home, which actually was
not what I wanted.  I was hoping to go away to school.  But to be able to
run, and get a scholarship for running, was going to be hard to turn down.
"But what else have you thought about regarding school.  Have you decided
on a Major?"

   "I was thinking of business, something in marketing.  But I really am
not sure yet." I kept noticing how many of the men walking by were checking
out Naomi.  I felt jealousy creep back into my mind.  "Sorry guys, but she
is with me tonight," I thought to myself.

   "I could see you in business, marketing especially.  You are outgoing
enough and seem to enjoy challenges.  Have you ever thought about teaching?
Not that I am recruiting or anything, but I think you would make a great
teacher." Naomi seemed oblivious to all the attention she was getting.

   "I had thought of that, but Daddy really wants me to go into business.
Although even more than that he wants me to find a husband in college.  But
that is not what I am going for," I noticed two men who seemed to be paying
us a lot of attention.  I was sure they were trying to muster up the
courage to come over and chat with Naomi.

   "So you and Tommy aren't serious?  I saw you guys at the prom and was
wondering if you were dating him.  You always seem sort of guarded about
your private life, but I have seen you two around school and when I saw you
at the prom, well, I just figured you two were seeing each other." Naomi
also noticed the two guys, but one look and a turn of her shoulder seemed
to send them a signal that told them she was not interested.  Their
shoulders slumped and they went off to find some other young women to hit
on.

   I laughed.  Tommy and I, even though our parents really hoped we would
get romantically involved, were nothing but friends, and not really good
friends at that.  He was looking for a good girl who would take care of his
house and give him lots of babies.  I made it clear that I wanted a career
and expected to be an equal partner in any relationship I had.  We were
also very far apart politically.  He was very right wing and conservative.
I once considered buying a t-shirt with a picture of the Marx brothers on
it, and also a picture of Karl Marx that read, "I am a Marx Sister." I
didn't because I knew if my parents ever saw it I would find it in the
trash, or worse.

   "No, not at all, in fact the only time we have even kissed was after a
dance at the prom.  And even then, it was not much of a kiss.  Not much
more than a peck on the lips." I looked down, suddenly realizing that I had
never truly kissed anyone.  Not a single kiss of passion.  I had been out
on a few dates, but never let them kiss me other than a quick peck.

   Naomi must have sensed my thoughts.  "Oh, that will change once you get
into school.  I was a real wallflower and bookworm before I got into
school. All I did was run and study.  I went to the prom but, now don't
laugh or I will have to punch you, it was the only date I went on in high
school.  I mean, I had lots of friends, but I was sort of plain, wore
glasses, had braces and just was not someone who had guys falling all over
her.  I was also skinny as a rail.  I didn't even start wearing a bra until
I got to Tempe.  I guess I was your typical late bloomer."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing?  I found it hard to believe that
Naomi had ever been plain.  I just sat there staring at her for a minute.
How could beautiful woman ever have been an ugly ducking?

   "Not that you are plain," Naomi misread my reaction.  "In fact you are
very beautiful.  I find it real hard to believe that you don't have guys
calling you all the time.  I mean you have it all.  You are smart,
ambitious, in great shape, have a HOT body and a beautiful face.  Just
sitting here I have seen all the guys that have been checking you out."

   I giggled, "You mean checking you out," I was blushing at everything
Naomi had said, especially the part about my body.  The way she had said
HOT.  I always liked my body, although like most young girls always felt I
needed to lose a little weight, but never had I thought of myself as HOT.
And to have this beautiful woman, who had one of the best bodies I had ever
seen, see me as HOT made me squirm a little.  Not just from modesty but
also from the heat that was now radiating from between my legs.

   Just then the pager informed us our table was ready.

   When we sat down I noticed that for a Chinese restaurant the prices were
a little steep.  "You sure you want to treat me?" I asked after seeing the
prices.  "I have enough money to cover my own dinner."

   Naomi just laughed.  "Actually it is Jim who is treating us.  Did you
really think I had that Miata from my student teacher salary, which by the
way is nil?  No, Jim has a great job and covers our bills, at least that is
the plan until I get a teaching job.  Even then, he will be making three
times what I make, if not more.  So you see he is not only cute, but also
rich." As if to make the point she ordered one of the more expensive things
on the menu when the waiter took our order.  I ordered a spicy orange
shrimp dish that would have been out of my price range had I been paying.
Naomi ordered us some appetizers, some dumplings and fried squid.  She also
ordered a glass of wine.  I told the waiter I was fine with just water.

   Now once again I was jealous.  They way she talked of Jim said volumes.
She was planning to marry him probably.  Why did I always have to get
crushes on women I would never be able to have.  Why couldn't I be
attracted to some of the butch girls at school, who everyone else whispered
about?  No, I was always attracted to beautiful, feminine women who were
very heterosexual.  I started to sulk.

   Lucky for me Naomi wouldn't let me sulk long.  She was a great
conversationalist and we soon were talking about all sorts of subjects. 
She asked me how I could be a left wing liberal coming from such a
conservative family.  Daddy was known around town for his political
contributions and support for the GOP.  While he never actually ran for
office, he had as much power as anyone else in the local party machine.  He
was also very vocal in his support for other right wing causes, including
his anti-choice and anti-homosexual beliefs.  He had led an assault on the
local library board because it had books on its shelves that he believed
were too pro-choice or 'promoted the homosexual agenda.'

   "I guess I just don't believe what he does," I felt uncomfortable
talking about this with Naomi, not knowing her political leanings.  "I have
learned not to talk politics or issues around the house; it always leads to
a fight or worse.  It is pretty much the same way at school.  Everyone is
so conservative that I feel uncomfortable expressing my own views."

   Naomi laughed, "I can relate to that, although things will change a lot
when you get to college.  While Jim and I are compatible in almost every
other way, we are from different sides of the political spectrum.  The
first time I met him was at a party and we spent the whole night arguing
politics.  He is actually more libertarian than republican, but still, some
of his ideas make me shiver.  If he wasn't pro-choice and a little more on
the live and let live side of peoples' sexuality, even though he complains
about gays and lesbians who he feels flaunt their gayness simply because
they want to hold hands or kiss in public, I wouldn't be able to tolerate
him.  But even with his right wing ideas, he is generally a good person and
I am also beginning to get him to see the error in some of his ways. 
Still, we stay away from politics most of the time."

   "I can't imagine that," I said, amazed that anyone could be in love with
someone who they disagreed with so much politically.

   "You learn to live with it.  I guess there really is something about
what they say about opposites attracting.  My parents were thrilled about
me finding a nice conservative guy.  He and my dad get along great.  My mom
was just relieved I was with a man." Naomi halted there for a second and
then quickly changed the subject.  "So besides running what other
extra-curricular activities do you plan on doing in college?"

   What had she meant by 'found a guy?' Why had she said her mother was
'relieved I was with a man?' Why had she so quickly changed the subject,
like she hadn't meant to let that slip out?  My mind was racing.

   I realized that Naomi was staring at me.  Then I realized I hadn't
answered her question.  "Oh, I don't know.  If I get that scholarship I
might not have time for much besides classes and track." But my mind was
still focused on those words, 'relieved I was with a man.'

   "You might change your mind once you get to school." Naomi seemed to be
trying to make conversation and make it quickly.  "I got involved in some
of the political groups, a few other fun groups and a lot on inter-mural
sports teams.  So much of school is what you do beyond your classes."

   Just then, the waiter arrived with our appetizers.  They were delicious,
but still, what said about her mother kept my mind from focusing on
anything else.

   We made small talk through the rest of dinner, Naomi suddenly staying
far away from any discussions of her and Jim or anything else.  Even when I
probed she quickly changed the subject.

   I even tried the blunt approach.  "So did you date a lot of people in
when you were an undergrad?  I mean, you said you only met Jim about a year
ago.  You probably had guys falling all over themselves trying to date
you."

   "Oh, it wasn't anything like that.  I didn't really date much.  Hey,
isn't this food great," Naomi quickly changed the subject again.  I decided
not to try and press anymore.

   When dinner was over Naomi put the bill on her credit card and we headed
over to the movie theaters.  I had seen most of the movies with friends of
mine and Naomi had seen the others with Jim.  The only movie neither of us
had seen was something called "Bound."

   Neither of us had heard anything about the film.

   The movie turned out to be a story of a mobster's girlfriend and her
lesbian lovers plan to bump the mobster off and take off with his money. 
To say I was uneasy watching the movie would be an understatement.  Add to
that the fact that the lesbian love scenes made me sopping wet and unable
to sit still only made things worse.  I was often squirming in my seat.  I
noticed Naomi seemed to also be having a problem sitting still.

   We sat there through the whole movie, not saying a word.  Even when the
movie was over, all Naomi could mutter was, "Well, we probably should get
you home.  Let's go."

   We walked back to the valet station in silence.  Neither of us spoke
again until we started to drive off.

   "Well, that movie was certainly interesting," I finally broke the
silence.

   "Yes," was all Naomi said in return?  But a few minutes later she did
say, "Did you like the movie?"

   "Well, it was sort of predictable up to a point," I replied.  "But I
guess I liked it.  It was a lot different than the movies I usually go to
with friends.  In fact, I really can't imagine many of my friends liking
that movie."

   "Why, because of the lesbians?" It seemed like Naomi was relaxing a
little more.

   "Yea, most of my friends are from church and they wouldn't have dealt
with the subject well.  They tend to think that stuff like that is sick." I
was turned away from Naomi, watching the students as ASU enjoying the warm
night.

   "You said they, does that mean you don't?" Naomi seemed to be trying to
act casual.

   "Well, I guess I figure that people's sexuality is their own business. I
don't really feel the same way as I am supposed to according to the church
and my parents," I turned to look at Naomi but her eyes were glued to the
road ahead.  "I mean, I see nothing wrong with two people who love each
other showing it, even if they are both women." I couldn't believe I had
actually said that.  Now all I could do was wait and see what Naomi did.

   It was silent for a moment, but I thought I saw a small smile creep
across Naomi's lips.  Finally she said, "That is how I feel too.  I don't
see anything wrong with two women sharing their love for each other." Just
then she turned onto the highway that led from Tempe to Mesa and
accelerated.  The wind with the top down made further discussion
impractical.

   Unfortunately my house was not far from the exit from the highway so by
the time we got off the exit where we could talk it was only about a minute
to my house.  We hadn't said another word to each other until Naomi pulled
in my driveway.  It was past my curfew, but my parents said that since I
was with Naomi not to worry about it for tonight.

   "I will call you later this week," Naomi said, never shutting her car
off.  "It is only two more weeks until States.  We probably should plan on
another workout next Saturday, and why don't we plan on going out
afterwards again, because we really will need to talk a little strategy for
States."

   "Okay, sounds good, but this time I will pay," I said as I got out of
the car.

   "Oh, I was thinking maybe I would just make something over at my place.
I have some tapes of the other runners as well as their times there.  We
could have something to eat and then watch the tapes, if that is okay with
you," I swear I saw Naomi take a look at my bottom as I was climbing out of
the car.

   "That would be fine," I said while I was thinking that it actually would
be great.  But then I remembered him.  "Are you sure Jim won't mind a third
for dinner?"

   "Oh, he will be away in Vegas on a gold outing with some friends, so we
will have the place all to ourselves," Naomi was looking me right in the
eyes as she said that.

   I just smiled back at her, "That would be great then.  I will plan on
it."

   Naomi roared down the street in her little convertible.  I stood there,
not believing what I heard.

   I went into the house and my mother was up.  She said she had just come
down to make herself a cup of tea, but I knew she had been waiting for me.
We talked a little about what we had done, although I avoided telling her
the movie we saw.  I did tell her that I would be doing something similar
next week.  That Naomi wanted to spend some time going over the plans for
States.  I didn't tell her that it would be taking place at Naomi's
apartment.

   When Mom had finally satisfied herself that everything was on the up and
up, that I hadn't been out with some boy after my training session with
Naomi, she went up to bed.  I did also, but the last thing on my mind was
sleep.

   I couldn't believe everything that happened that night.  I checked them
off in my brain.  The choice of the movie, well, it was the only thing
neither of had seen or that sounded at least a little interesting to either
of us.  The reference to her mother's feelings of relief that she was with
a man, not had found a man or something like that, but was with a man.  Who
else had she been with?  Her discussion of the lesbianism in the movie, and
her saying that she saw nothing wrong with two women being together got my
thoughts racing.  Finally at the car, inviting me to have dinner at her
apartment, and stressing that we would have the place all to ourselves. 
All this was running through my mind as I undressed and climbed into bed.
All this was running through my mind as my fingers explored my body, as
they had so many times before.  I knew I had to be quiet, but I was so
horny that I just had to touch myself.  But as I did, as I fantasized about
the evening and what would happen next week, doubts crept into my mind.

   Couldn't all of it have been innocent?  I mean, there was nothing there
that I could call a come on, or even a hint, except when I spun it he way I
wanted it to go.  The movie, neither of us knew what it was about when we
walked into it, it was just released.  The relief of her mother, wouldn't
any mother be happy to see her daughter land a handsome and successful man
like Jim?  The discussion, just natural after seeing a movie like that, and
her knowing my religious upbringing.  The following weekend, where the hell
else could we watch tapes?  What did I expect?  Was Naomi to bring pizza
into the locker room after the workout?  As the doubts crept over me my
fingers started to slow down, and then stop.  Suddenly I wasn't feeling
sexy or horny anymore.  Instead I felt foolish and frustrated as I rolled
over in went to sleep.  Still, my dreams that night replaced the women in
the movie with Naomi and myself.  We weren't killing anyone.  We were just
making love.

   All week my mind went back and forth.  Was she really coming onto me? 
Was she dropping hints?  Or did I just have an over active imagination
because of my crush on her?  I was moody, so much so that my friends all
started making PMS jokes.  My parents even noticed it.  I just told
everyone I was focusing on States and that was what was going on.  And I
was focusing on States.  I was working as hard as I ever had; following the
training Naomi had left with Coach Lopez to the letter.  My times were
steadily improving and now the key would be not to peak before States.

   Thursday night Naomi called.  She seemed upset about something, but was
just calling to confirm Saturday.  She asked if I would mind if we started
a little earlier.  I told her I had to work and she said she understood.

   "Coach, are you alright," I finally came out and asked her.

   "Yea, just some personal things going on, nothing that you need to worry
about.  I want you to focus on States.  I have looked at the tapes from our
competition and I think I see a weakness.  We will go over it on Saturday."
There was more she wanted to say, but it just hung there in the air. 
Something was going on.  "Oh, and one more thing, do you think your parents
would mind if you drove your own car.  I just know it is going to a late
night, and if you could drive yourself home."

   "Yes, I am sure that I can borrow one of their cars," I said wondering
what else was going on.  "And if not, my brother is home from school for
the weekend and he might let me borrow his car."

   "Well, if you can it would help," again she paused.  What was going on?
"Well, I will see you Saturday.  And if you can get off earlier give me a
call."

   "Okay," I had never heard Naomi like this, but it worried me.  "I will
see you Saturday.  You sure you still want to do this?"

   "Now more than ever," and then she hung up.

   If I was confused before that phone call I was really messed up
afterwards, the next two days I was walking around in a haze.  Now not just
wondering if there was something there or if my imagination was just
running wild, but also worrying about Naomi and what was going on with her.

   Finally, I got off work and headed to the track.  I had borrowed my
brother's car, since he was going Flagstaff with friends and would not be
using it.

   I changed before I left my father's office and arrived at the track
already in my running gear.  I was about 15 minutes early, but had not been
able to get out as early as Naomi had wanted me to, since I had to answer
the phones and my Dad still thought women's sports were not that important
and that learning a good work ethic was much more important than
participating in athletics.  Naomi's Miata was parked in its normal place,
but she was no where to be found.  I thought of going up to the locker room
and seeing if she was up in the office.  I decided if she didn't show up in
15 minutes I would do just that, in the meantime I went down and ran a few
light laps to warm up before stretching.

   Right on time Naomi came running up the road.  She looked like she had
been running hard because she was out of breath and all sweaty.

   "Oh, you were able to get out a little early," she said as she ran up to
me.  "Let's get started."

   She had never been so abrupt before.  Suddenly she was all business.  No
small talk, no asking how the week went in school.  She had the notes Coach
Lopez had left and we immediately started into the workout.

   All business was how the workout went as well.  There was none of the
laughing and smiling Naomi that had always made the workout seem so easy.
She didn't run with me as she often did.  Instead she stood there, stop
watch and clipboard in hand.  When I did something she didn't like she was
immediately on me like she had never been before.  When I did well, there
was not the usual praise or congratulations.  Instead there was just a
blank stare.

   Finally the workout was over.  While I did well, I felt like it was the
worse workout I had had in weeks.

   "Grab your stuff, I want to get to those tapes," Naomi was already
walking off the track.  She didn't even turn to see if I was following.  I
grabbed my bag and hurried to try and catch up.

   Finally I did catch up, but Naomi's body language told me that she
didn't want to talk.  We hit the locker room and all she told me was to get
a quick whirlpool and shower.  She was planning on leaving in a half hour
and I had better be ready.  She then went into the coach's office and
closed the door.

   I started to fill the tub and went back to my locker to get undressed. I
was almost in tears.  Was it something I did that made Naomi like this? 
What could it have been?  I walked back to the tub and turned off the
water. I climbed in and tried to relax as the jets massaged my sore legs.

   When the timer on the tub shut it off I could hear the shower in the
coach's office running.  My mind instantly saw Naomi standing in the
shower. But even as erotic as that thought was, any thoughts of something
happening tonight were gone.  I was just hoping I could get through the
evening without Naomi screaming at me and telling me that she knew all
about my little girl lesbian fantasies and those they were sick and
disgusted her.  When I finally hit the shower the tears came.  I only hoped
that the sound of the water hid my sobs.

   I tried to take a quick a shower as I could, didn't bother to dry my
hair and was dressed and sitting at my locker when Naomi came out of the
office.  She hadn't changed or showered.  But her eyes looked puffy, even
puffier than mine.

   "Come on, let's get out of here.  Sorry but I am not really in the mood
to cook so I ordered a pizza that I am going to stop and pick up on the way
home," she led me out of the locker room and locked the door behind us.  We
walked down to our cars in silence.

   She tossed her bag in the back of her Miata and handed me a piece of
paper, "Follow me, if you get lost here is the address and both my cell
phone and home phone numbers." She climbed in her car and I had to rush to
get in mine and get it started before she drove away.

   Luckily Naomi drove slowly enough that I was able to keep up with her.
She stopped at a local pizza place that was known for good, if greasy,
pizza and then drove to her place.  As we drove up the garage door opened
and she pulled in, she motioned me to park my car inside also.  She had
unlocked the door and was inside before I had a chance to get out of the
car.

   By the time I got inside and figured out where the kitchen was Naomi was
already standing there with a beer in her hand.  The pizza was in its box
on the table and a couple of napkins and paper plates sat beside it.

   "There is pop and beer in the fridge, and don't worry, if you want a
beer I won't tell anyone.  It goes better with pizza and I plan on having
at least a few tonight," she seemed to be talking to no one in particular
with the last comment.  "Have some pizza; I am going to take a shower.  The
remote for the TV is right there if you want to turn it on, if not the
stereo is over there.  Just try not to put on any of that boy band crap."

   With that, Naomi and her beer disappeared into the back of the house.

   It was a beautiful, if small place.  I knew she and Jim both still had
their own places, more for the sake of appearances since it sounded like
they spent most of their nights together.  The living room had a couch, a
coffee table, a couple of chairs, an entertainment center with a TV and
stereo, a stationary bike and a treadmill.  All of that made it look a
little cramped.  The kitchen had a small dinette set sitting in front of
the sliding glass door that led to the backyard patio, where I noticed a
grill.  A low wall separated the two rooms.  On the walls were some
beautiful paintings and a few photographs of Naomi with other people doing
a variety of activities.  A short hallway led to what I figured must a
bathroom on the right and her bedroom on the left.  I heard a shower start.

   I opened the box and took out of slice of pizza.  Seeing she had bottled
water in the fridge I opted for that over either pop or beer, although the
beer did look tempting, I had never had one before.  I sat there and ate
two pieces of pizza, which was both greasy and good, and drank three
glasses of water.  The pizza was pretty spicy for Arizona.  I never did
turn on either the TV or stereo.

   After my second piece I heard the shower turn off and soon after a blow
drier going.  I felt awkward, sitting there in silence, and began to look
around.  On the corner or the counter in the kitchen sat a photo album.  It
looked like it had been left there accidentally.  I don't know why, but I
picked it up.

   The pictures on the first few pages were of Naomi in what looked like
her senior year of high school.  There were pictures of her running track,
with her parents and friends.  Pictures of her graduation and what looked
like her first year of college at ASU followed those.  Once she hit college
the boy I had noticed in the high school pictures seemed to disappear and
most of the pictures were of her and what I assumed were her friends from
her dorm.  I noticed one girl more than others.  Her roommate I wondered?
As I went on most of the faces changed, except this one girl.  Soon almost
all of the pictures were of just Naomi and this one girl.  Their arms were
often around each other, or they were hugging.  I turned one page and there
were pictures of the two of them kissing, not just kissing like to friends
my kiss, but deep passionate kisses.  I heard a door open and quickly put
the photo album down.  As Naomi walked out of her bedroom I noticed that my
greasy fingerprints were easily visible on the vinyl cover.

   Naomi had no doubt planned on just hanging around the house the rest of
the night.  She had put on a pair of cotton pajama bottoms; the kind with a
drawstring, and a cotton knit cami.  The cami's thin material clung to
Naomi's breasts.  I tried not to look, but her large, erect nipples kept
drawing my attention.

   "What, no TV or radio?" Naomi said as she opened the door to the fridge
and got out another beer.  She dug opened a drawer and took out a bottle
opener to remove the cap.  "And only two pieces of pizza?  What, not
hungry?"

   "No, actually I was starving, but I figured I would wait until you came
out," I suddenly stopped thinking about my choice of words; "I mean were
ready to eat.  I didn't it would be polite to make you eat by yourself."

   Naomi laughed and shook her head.  She seemed in a little better mood,
but still bothered about something.  Her eyes glanced over at the photo
album.  She couldn't have missed my greasy fingerprints.  She picked up the
album and opened a drawer.  There was a large void where the album
obviously normally sat.  She put the album in its place and closed the
drawer.  She looked at me and seemed like she was ready to say something,
but instead she shrugged her shoulders, grabbed a piece of pizza and
started to eat.

   I had one more piece of pizza and was pretty full.  We sat around and
just sort of looked at each other.  Neither of us said much.  Naomi
finished her first piece of pizza, and finished her second beer.  She
grabbed another piece as she headed for the fridge and grabbed another
beer. She then walked out into the living room and went to her bag.  She
put down her paper plate and took out a videotape and went to put it in her
VCR as she turned on the TV.  There was already a tape in the VCR so Naomi
turned on the VCR and ejected the tape.  I could see it was some sort of
commercial tape but she seemed to be trying to cover the label on it as she
slid it into a drawer on the entertainment center.  She sat down on the
couch and turned on the tape.

   "Here is your primary competition," she said, not bothering to see if I
was paying attention.

   On the screen was the girl I had raced against only once before, two
years ago.  She had left me in the dust.  When it came to middle distance
running, she hadn't lost a race in the state in three years.  She had
already accepted a full ride scholarship to run for one of the best college
track teams in the nation, and was already a member of one of the
prestigious 'clubs' that were a stepping stone to the Olympics.  Naomi just
sat there as two or three races flashed by on the screen.  She had one each
by a large margin.

   "Will you get over here," Naomi said, motioning to the couch next to
her. "The next couple of races are what I want you to watch.  These are the
only races in which she really gets challenged."

   I took my water and sat down next to Naomi.  She had already almost
finished that third beer I noticed.

   "Okay, now she is not used to having someone compete with her.  Watch
here when this girl goes with her when she tries to break from the pack. 
See how she doesn't like being pressured?  I think this is how we beat
her." Naomi took another sip of her beer.

   Naomi was leaning forward as I passed by her.  The view down the front
of her cami drew my attention away from the TV for an instant.  I couldn't
help it, even has horribly as she had been treating me, I was still very
attracted to this beautiful woman.  I sat down next to her and tried to
concentrate on the screen.

   I could tell Naomi was getting a little drunk from the three beers she
had drunk in the past half hour.  Her words were coming out a little
clumsily and she had a slightly glazed look in her eyes.  She finished her
third beer and got up for a forth.

   "Watch the rest of the races," she said as she walked to the fridge. 
"See how whenever she gets pressured she doesn't like it.  She actually
doesn't run faster with someone chasing her." Naomi opened up the fridge.
"Sure you don't want a beer?  What do they say, 'you shouldn't drink
alone'? Well, I guess I am not technically alone.  Well, you want a beer?
How about a pop?"

   "No, waters fine." I never thought of Naomi as a drinker, and from how
fast she was getting drunk I don't think she did this often.  It also made
me even surer that she was upset about something, although a tipsy Naomi
was an improvement over how moody she was earlier.  At least now she was
talking to me.

   We watched the rest of the races, and sure enough, every time the girl I
would be running against in States was pressured, she ran a much worse race
than when she could just take off on her own.  As the tape finished, Naomi
finished her fourth beer.

   She rewound the tape with the remote.  "Here is what I think we need to
do." She burped.  "Excuse me," she giggled.  "Now watch how when this girl
gets on her ass," she giggled again.  "You know she actually has a rather
cute ass.  But anyway, see how she gets on her and keeps right behind her.
That is what we are going to do, but you are fast enough to push her and
make her run a lot harder than this girl does, and when it gets to the
stretch, you will pass her and she will have to chase your cute little
ass."

   I didn't know what to say.  Her plan was great and I could see how it
could help me win, but all these comments on cute asses.  "Yea, I think it
will work; if I can keep the pressure on."

   "Oh you will be able to," Naomi got up and staggered over to the fridge.
Only two beers remained and she grabbed both of them.  "You sure you don't
want one of these?"

   "No, I shouldn't and anyway, I have to drive home.  If I got caught,
just having it on my breath at my age would cost me my license; never mind
what my parents would do to me." I could see now she wasn't just tipsy, but
drunk.  Her speech was slurred, her gait unsteady.

   "Well I don't have to drive anywhere," she opened one and sucked on the
bottle.  "And I am old enough to do as I damn please, when I damn please,
with who I damn please." She staggered back into the living room and
flopped down onto the couch.  She put the unopened bottle and bottle opener
on the coffee table.  She took another drink and that fifth beer was
already half gone.

   We went through the tape one last time and even in her drunken state
Naomi pointed out a lot of little things I missed.  She finished her fifth
beer and was well on her way to finishing the sixth.  We had been there a
little over an hour.  As we watched she also kept pointing out all the
'cute asses' on the tape.  Finally when the tape was done Naomi got up to
take it out of the VCR so I could take it home and watch it.

   As she was bent over at the waist taking out the tape she turned and
looked over her shoulder.  "Do you think I have a cute ass?"

   I was stunned at the bluntness of her question.  She wiggled her bottom
and asked again, "Well, do I or don't I?"

   Unsure how to respond I sort of side stepped the question, "You are in
great shape."

   "But you didn't answer my question." She still hadn't stood up.  Instead
she had started to wiggle her bottom back and forth.  She put the take down
on top of the drawer in which she had put the other one.  Suddenly,
catching me by complete surprise, she reached up and undid the drawstring
of her bottom and dropped her seat.  She wasn't wearing any panties and now
she was wiggling her bare bottom.  "Come on, what do you think?  Do I have
a cute ass or not?"

   I really didn't know what to do.  I stared at her beautiful bottom, and
the way she was standing and bending over, at her naked mound also.  My
mouth went dry and it was difficult to answer.  Finally I just said, "Yes,
I think you have a really cute ass."

   Naomi looked over her shoulder, bare bottom still wiggling and smiled at
me.  I was frozen to the couch.

   She laughed and pulled her pj bottoms back up over her bottom and
loosely tied the string.  They were just barely hanging onto her hips and
bottom.  She reached over and grabbed her beer bottle.  She finished it in
one long drink.  When she finished she let out another little burp and
giggled.  "I always thought I did too, all runners have cute asses.  In
fact, you have a very cute ass.  Not as cute as mine though, even though I
wish I had your tits." She raised her top and her beautiful breasts came
into view.  She cupped them and held them up.  "These are too big for a
runner.  Yours are so much better, and when I get older I just know these
will sag.  But, I guess guys like them.  But I like yours.  Do you think I
have nice tits?  Do you think they were hot?"

   I couldn't believe this was happening.  "I would love to have your
tits," I found myself saying.  They were perfectly shaped and had beautiful
large nipples.  "I am sure guys like them."

   "And some girls do to," I said to myself.

   Naomi giggled, "Yea, they seem to.  And these damn nipples," she rolled
them between her fingertips.  "They get hard so easily it makes it
difficult to go without a bra and not look like I am terminally horny." She
giggled again, "Which to tell the truth, I am.  And when my nipples get
hard like this," she went from rolling to brushing her fingertips over
them, "they go so damn sensitive.  Funny, huh, I get horny and they get
hard, and when they get hard they just make me even hornier." She was
looking me directly in the eyes as she was saying this.  I started to
wiggle around on the couch.  She wasn't the only one getting horny.

   "I guess I better stop huh, I mean I wouldn't want to get too horny. 
After all, it is just the two of us." Naomi's eyes never left mine.  She
licked her lips and let her hands drop from her breasts.  Her top didn't
fall but rather stayed perched on the top of her breasts.  Her hands didn't
leave her body instead they traveled down over her tight tummy and started
playing with the top of her bottoms.  They were riding so low that they
were just covering her well-trimmed mound.

   I just sat there staring.  I couldn't believe any of this was happening.
Naomi stopped looking into my eyes and closed hers as she slid one hand
down the front of her bottoms.  She let out a soft sigh and then pulled it
back out.  One finger was wet.

   She opened her eyes and looked into mine again.  "I shouldn't have done
that," she giggled.  "But I can't help it sometimes.  I love to touch
myself.  It is purely natural you know." I noticed her eyes were a little
glassy and she was swaying a little bit.  I put the wet fingertip in her
mouth and sucked it clean.  "You know, I really am awfully drunk, I think I
better sit down." She flopped down on the couch next to me, her top finally
falling down over her beautiful breasts, but her nipples were still aroused
and easily visible through the thin material.

   She lay there for a second, her eyes closed.  "Do you ever masturbate?"
She finally spoke and her speech was even more slurred.

   I wasn't sure what to say.  I just sat there for a minute.  Finally
Naomi opened her eyes a little and looked at me.  "Well?"

   I couldn't avoid it now.  I decided to be honest even though I was
really embarrassed, "Yes, sometimes."

   "I do, but probably more than sometimes," Naomi laid her head back once
more and closed her eyes.  "I think I drank too much," she giggled.  "I
actually play with myself all the time.  In fact, shhhh, don't tell Coach
Lopez, but I played with myself in the Coach's Office even.  I don't think
Coach Lopez would appreciate it if she found out.  But I just had to.  When
I get horny I just have to have cum.  And I was just so horny.  But she
wasn't there, if fact it was just you and me."

   While she was talking, almost as if she were scratching an itch it
seemed, she had reached down and started to rub herself through her pj
bottoms.  Her speech was slurred and she seemed to be drifting off.  I just
sat there watching as she slowly rubbed herself, but within a minute or two
she stopped and I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep.

   I didn't know what to do.  I just sat there watching her sleep.  She was
so beautiful.  But what was going to happen when she woke up and realized
what she had done?  Or, could it be that she wouldn't remember, I had heard
that sometimes people didn't remember when they got drunk.

   Finally I figured I had better leave.  There was an afghan on the back
of the one of the chairs.  I took it and laid it gently over Naomi, who now
seemed to be in a deep sleep.  I got up and went over and turned off the
TV. I reached down to pick up the tape.  I don't know why, but I suddenly
found myself curious about the tape she had taken out of the VCR.  I opened
the drawer she had put it in.  Most of the tapes that were in the drawer
were either popular movies or what looked like your standard personal
tapes. But this one was on top and its box was right next to it.  On the
box were pictures of naked women and naked women with other women.  I could
guess what it was about.  I had never seen a movie like this before.  I
picked it up and underneath it was a vibrator.  I had never seen one of
those before, but knew instantly what it was.  It was silver and about 5"
long.  I picked both up and put the tape back in the VCR.  Looking over my
shoulder to make sure Naomi was still asleep I turned the TV back on and
hit play.

   First thing I learned is that these types of movies do not have closed
captioning, but then I also figured out rather quickly you did not need to
have sound, at least for this movie.  When I turned it on there were two
women leaving a locker room dressed in sexy outfits.  This is where whoever
had last been watching the tape had turned it off.  Two women in a locker
room?  I started to rewind the tape, stopping to see where this scene
started.  Each time I stopped I saw these two women doing things.  Finally
I got to the start of the scene.

   The scene started with the two women coming into the locker room
together.  It looked like they had been in an aerobics class or some other
fitness class in a health club.  Both women were dressed in sexy outfits
and had on a ton of makeup and their hair was perfect.  Also, they didn't
seem to have been sweating at all.  Okay, I know but I notice these types
of things.  Once they came into the locker room one woman gets undressed
and heads for the showers while the other sits on the bench, doing nothing
in particular.  What she started to do was watch the reflection of the
other girl in the shower.

   The girl in the shower was washing herself in a very erotic manner as
the other girl watched her.  Of course the one in the shower appeared not
to know the other was watching.  The one who was watching however started
to get very aroused and lifted up her little half shirt and started to play
with her nipples.  The more she watched, the more she played with herself,
finally laying back on the bench and pulling her leotard to one side,
exposing her shaved mound.  She started to touch herself and was soon not
looking in the mirror but had her eyes closed and was moaning loudly.

   The woman in the shower heard something and walks out, dripping wet and
nude and sees the other woman playing with herself.  She licks her lips and
walks over to the bench.  Not having the sound out I can't tell what she
said but soon she is on her knees between the other woman's legs burying
her face between her legs.

   The more I watched this, the hornier I got.  It just seemed so strange
that this is what would be on the tape.  I felt both incredibly horny and a
little violated at the same time.  Didn't Naomi just tell me that she had
masturbated in the coach's office?  But then again, wasn't I a lot like the
woman in the shower, trying to be a seductive and erotic as possible?  I
watched as the two women continued, they were now both completely naked and
one was straddling the other's face as she lay down on the bench.

   I had totally forgotten that I was holding the vibrator.  I was getting
hornier watching these two women, standing there right in the middle of
Naomi's living room with her sleeping behind me.  I examined the vibrator
while I continued to keep one eye on the screen.  I was amazed when one
woman started to pull toys out of her bag.

   "Yea, like I bring those to the gym when I work out," I laughed to
myself.

   But when they started using those toys I found myself caressing the
vibrator in my hand.  The thought that Naomi used this on herself, while
watching this movie intrigued me.  I brought it up to my nose.  I could
smell her sex still on it.  I was starting to touch myself and to think of
using this on myself when I heard Naomi moan behind me.

   I absolutely froze.  I had the remote in one hand, but didn't even think
of moving a thumb to turn off the TV.  I just stood there as the one of the
women on the screen straddled the bench with her ass in the air as the
other mounted her and slid a large strap on dildo into her pussy.  She
started to slide it in and out of the other woman.  I listened for any
other sound.  Finally I looked over my shoulder.  Naomi still appeared fast
asleep.

   Figuring I had taken enough risks I shut off the TV and ejected the
tape. I put both the tape and Naomi's toy back into the drawer where I had
found them.  Suddenly I realized that my car was down in the garage and I
know she had used a garage door opener to get in.  How would I get out and
still manage to close the door?  I knew in our house we had an electronic
eye that made it difficult to press the button to close the door and run
out of the garage.  If I couldn't close the door I would have to wake Naomi
up, if I even could.  I made sure Naomi was covered up and cleaned up the
kitchen a little, putting the left over pizza in her fridge and throwing
out the box, used paper plates and dirty napkins.  I also remembered my
greasy fingerprints on the photo album so I removed it from the drawer and
cleaned it off.  I could not resist looking a little further while I had it
out.

   I quickly found the last page I had looked at, the one where Naomi and
this other woman were apparently more than just good friends.  Almost the
entire rest of the album consisted of pictures of these two, or these two
and friends.  There were even a couple of pages which looked like the two
of them in Hawaii, including a picture of both of them laying face down on
towels on a nude beach.  Then suddenly, with several pages left in the
album, the pictures stopped.  The last picture of the two of them showed
the other girl in her graduation gown.

   I put the album back in the drawer, clean this time with no tell tale
greasy fingerprints and shut off most of the lights.  I left the one in the
hallway on and headed to the garage.

   It was easier to get out than I thought.  While the electric eye was
there it was nice and low so it was easy to hop over.  The door to the
garage had a push button lock as well as a deadbolt, and I figured with the
garage door closed and the inside door locked, even if it wasn't dead
bolted, Naomi would be safe.

   I drove home in a fog of confusion as my mind tried to take in
everything that had happened since I arrived at the track that afternoon.

   One thing that was obvious to me now was that Naomi was a bisexual, if
not a lesbian.  That didn't mean she was interested in me though.  But what
about the movie we went to see, and the album that was just lying there,
and the tape that she took out of the VCR?  All of those could have been
innocent things; after all, I actually helped pick the movie, and the tape
and album, if I hadn't been nosy.  But what about her saying she had
masturbated in the Coach's Office?  Well, that could have been anytime,
after all she often stayed very late and even sometimes used the office to
study for her classes.  And she had only told me this when she was really
drunk.  I was so confused when I got home.

   "You are home early," my mother said as I walked into the house.

   "Yea, Naomi wasn't feeling well and we were done reviewing the tapes she
wanted me to see." Why had I said tapes, there was only one tape with the
other runner on it.  Did she really want me to see that other tape?  "I am
kind of tired.  I think I will go up to my room and read a little and then
go to sleep."

   When I got to my room I could neither read nor sleep.  The more I
thought about it, the less likely it seemed that everything that had
happened was just a group of random occurrences.  But then again, I had to
be nosy, had to pick a particular movie.  It just didn't make sense. 
However when I did try and go to sleep I kept seeing Naomi waving her naked
bottom at me, or showing me her beautiful breasts.  Finally, when my
parents went to bed I dared to touch myself.  With my eyes closed I saw
myself not just sitting stupidly in the couch, but standing up and touching
your naked bottom, sliding my hand between her legs, touching and kissing
her naked breasts.  I saw us doing the things those two women did to each
other, both in Naomi's apartment and even in the locker room.  I buried my
face in my pillow as my orgasm hit, so my parents wouldn't hear me moan.

   As I rolled over I suddenly had a horrible thought, I hadn't
fast-forwarded the tape to the point I found it.  There had to be several
minutes left in that scene.  If Naomi put the tape back in and didn't
rewind it would she remember where she had ended it when she last watched
it?  Even if she didn't, she couldn't possibly know that it was me that
watched it.  Still the fact that she might know I looked at the tape left
me tossing and turning until I finally fell asleep.

   Sunday was sort of gray and gloomy for Arizona.  It had been raining on
and off most of the day so I had just hung around the house doing chores
and getting a jump on some homework.  I had hardly heard the phone rang
when my mother was calling; telling me it was for me.

   When I came out of my room the phone was just lying there.  Figuring it
was one of my friends I picked it up.  I was surprised when I heard Naomi's
voice on the line.

   "Hi Lynne," she didn't even wait for me to say hi before she continued.
"I want to apologize for last night and explain a few things."

   I stood there in shock.  While I had been thinking about what happened
and wondering if I would ever hear from Naomi again, I was surprised to
hear her start the conversation like this.  "Well, that really isn't
necessary," was all I could think of to say.

   "Yes it is.  I really wasn't myself last night.  I don't usually act
like that.  I don't make a habit of doing that.  I really want a chance to
explain," Naomi sounded a little scared and depressed.

   "Okay," I didn't know what else to say.

   "First I want to explain why I was such a bitch when we were working out
yesterday.  Jim and I had a huge fight before he left on his trip.  He
found out some things about my past that he didn't deal with well.  Anyway,
I guess I was just mad at him for being such an asshole and that spilled
over to you, and then when I finally stopped being mad at you I got to
feeling sorry for myself, and I guess that is why I drank all those beers.
I have never drunk that much in my life.  God, I felt like shit this
morning when I woke up.  Thanks for covering me up, cleaning up and
everything.  Hell, I don't even remember if we finished reviewing the tape.
I hope we did.  At least then the whole night wouldn't have been a waste."

   So she hadn't remembered anything of what happened after she took the
tape out.  Or had she.  I had to know.  "You mean you don't remember taking
the tape out of the VCR and giving it to me."

   "No, actually I just figured I must have passed out while we were
watching the tape," she sounded nervous, almost cautious.  "God, I hope I
didn't do anything more embarrassing than what I already remember, I feel
like enough of a fool already."

   What was I to say?  That she flashed her bottom and breasts at me?  That
she even touched herself in front of me, and then sucked her own juices off
her finger?  Was I supposed to tell her that she told me about masturbating
in the Coach's Office and actually passed out rubbing her pussy?  Of course
I couldn't do that.  Instead I just said, "No you just sort of were normal,
until you sat down and fell asleep."

   She was quiet, as if she could tell I wasn't being entirely truthful. 
"Are you sure I didn't do anything else I should know about?" She was
fishing, could she remember more than she admitted to me?  "I hope I didn't
bore you with my problems?"

   I could only think about what those problems were.  Had Jim found the
same album I did?  Did he find the lesbian porno tape?  Well, from what I
heard about guys the second probably wouldn't have bothered him, but the
album, to see his fiancée had been in a relationship with another girl,
that could have been it.  "No you didn't tell me anything, although I wish
you had.  I thought I had done something wrong." At least this time I
wasn't lying.

   The sigh of relief that I heard over the phone told me that she probably
didn't remember the rest of what had happened, but only worried that she
hadn't revealed some secrets she wanted to keep secret.  But still she was
worried.  "And I didn't do anything else silly that I should know about?"

   Still fishing.  What else was she worried about?  "Like what?"

   "Oh I don't know.  I can get pretty silly and friendly when I get
tipsy." She wasn't sure what she might have done, but I could tell from the
way she was asking.  She wanted to know if she had gotten too friendly.  In
other words, she wanted to know if she had hit on me.  Was that what she
had been doing when she showed me her bottom and breasts?  Was she coming
on to me?  Was she attracted to me after all?

   "No more than normal.  You are always a good friend.  You really didn't
do anything I could be mad about you for, especially knowing the
circumstances.  Are you okay, I mean, do you need someone to talk to?" Now
it was me that was fishing.  From what she told me I wanted more than ever
to see her.  If she was attracted to me, I wanted her to know the feelings
were mutual.  But I was not about to come right out and say it.

   "I really want to make last night up to you.  I had promised you a nice
dinner and a fun evening, and you really didn't get either.  Are you busy
tonight?  I can make a nice dinner and we can watch a movie or something?"
The invitation sort of surprised me.  I fully expected her to try and be as
distant from me as possible.  I really wanted to accept.

   "Sorry, but my mom and dad don't let me do things on school nights. 
They are really old fashioned that way," I tried to sound as positive as I
could.  "I would love to do it next weekend, but next weekend is States."

   "Well why we don't plan on it right after States.  I mean, if you don't
have any plans and your mom and dad don't mind.  It will be our victory
party.  What about it?" Naomi sat there silent on the other end of the
line.

   "Yea, I think that would work.  I will have to check with my parents but
I can't see why they wouldn't let me.  Are you sure Jim won't mind?" I
suddenly realized I might have just picked at a still open wound for Naomi.
Why had I been stupid enough to mention him?

   "Oh, you know what, I really don't care what he thinks anymore," the
bitterness in her voice was cutting.  "It is a date then.  I have to run
but make sure you review that tape and follow the workout schedule I left
with Coach Lopez.  I will call you Thursday night and I will be at the
locker room when you girls get on the bus on Saturday.  You are going to do
great I know it.  You are a very special girl Lynne, very special."

   "Now you are making me blush," which was not a lie.  "I will follow do
anything you ask.  And I look forward to have you there cheering me on
Saturday.  I have a feeling that Saturday is going to go really well."

   "I do to," Naomi said and something told me that maybe, just maybe, she
was thinking about the same thing that I was.  That our victory party was
going to be very, very special.

   We both said goodbye and hung up the phone.

   By Tuesday I was starting to get nervous about Saturday.  I wasn't sure
if it was because of States or because of the idea of seeing Naomi.  But my
training couldn't have done better.  I wasn't running very hard, but still
I set a personal best on Wednesday.  By the time Thursday rolled around
Coach Lopez was telling me to take it easy for the rest of the week.  Just
some light work to keep loose and a lot of stretching.

   I was also growing increasingly nervous, about both States and about
Saturday night.  So much was expected of me at States, and I was not sure
what to expect Saturday night.

   By the time Naomi called Thursday night I had been sitting waiting for
her call for about two hours.  She started the call off by going over the
notes Coach Lopez had faxed her.  She was very pleased with my times and
reminded me that tomorrow I was to go very light, just easy runs and
stretching.  And I was to make sure I stayed well hydrated and got plenty
of sleep Friday night.

   "You will have plenty of time to stay up late on Saturday, but Friday
night I want you in bed early," I could have sworn I heard something in
Naomi's voice when she talked about Saturday night, but then again, I was
sure it was just me being silly.

   "Hey, one thing I forgot to ask you, I know there are 4 other girls from
the team going to States.  When I invited you over for dinner I didn't even
think you might have had plans with them.  You know, we could just have a
big party, all of us, if you wanted.  I mean I wouldn't want to prevent you
from having fun with your friends," I could tell from the tone in her voice
that Naomi wasn't exactly hoping I would say I had other plans.  I wasn't
sure about what she meant by inviting the other girls over.  Did she really
want them there?  I had to find out.

   "Well, I had no specific plans.  I know two of them are going out with
the boyfriends on Saturday night, and Anne has to sing at church.  Maria
pretty much keeps to herself and I think she said something about a
birthday party for her cousin." I had covered everyone.

   "Well then that leaves just the two of us, unless of course you have
made plans with your parents?" Again, the tone said she hoped not.

   "No, hell my Daddy hates the idea that I am even running in States.  He
still thinks that my running is not what a 'good girl who should be looking
for a husband' should be doing.  My mother really had to step in to
convince him to let me go out for track my freshman year.  But even she
thought it would be something I would grow bored with and leave.  She at
least supports me in it," I paused.  "So I guess it is just you and me."

   "Great!!!!!  And I am going to make up last weekend to you.  I have a
great dinner planned and figured we could either go out to a movie or maybe
even go down to Tempe and walk the Salt or even take a boat ride.  I will
leave it up to you what we should do after dinner.  Hell, if you just want
to rent a couple of movies and hang out, that would be great too.  You just
let me know," Naomi seemed genuinely excited about Saturday night.  I was
beginning to get that way.

   "Yea, why don't we wait until we see how I do in States?  After all, I
haven't won yet," I didn't want to make any plans just yet.  I wasn't
really sure what I wanted to happen.  I knew what I fantasized about, but
is that what I really wanted?  I just was not sure.

   "Okay, Coach said everyone is meeting at the locker room and we are all
going to care pool over.  I will see you there bright and early on
Saturday," Naomi sounded so enthusiastic.  "And make sure you bring
something to wear for afterwards.  Whatever you decide on is fine, going
out or staying in.  Since we are having dinner at my place I can just match
whatever you decide to wear."

   We said our goodbyes and I thought about what Saturday was going to
bring.  It was going to be such a big day.  I may become a State Champion,
I may get a college scholarship and I may, for the first time in my life,
get to make love.  My stomach was doing back flips as I put the phone down.

   Saturday morning came and my mom drove me to the school.  She was going
to go to the meet but had some errands to run first.  Daddy was out playing
his usual Saturday game of golf and had no plans of coming to watch me at
States.  He had seen every game my brother ever played from little league
all through high school, but had only once come to see me run.  That one
time I had one and all he could say was that our uniform shorts shouldn't
be as short as they were.  After that I never saw him at a meet again.

   She dropped me off at the locker room and I saw Coach Lopez and Naomi
were already there, as were a couple of the other girls who were going to
States.  Their parents were going to drive them to the meet.  I suddenly
realized that with Mom dropping me off I didn't have a ride set up.  I
walked up to Coach Lopez and Naomi.

   "Hi, well today is the big day," Coach Lopez said as she saw me
approach. "How is my star?"

   I must have blushed because Naomi quickly said, "My god, you are all
red. I hope you didn't run over here."

   Both Coach and Naomi had a good laugh, which only made me blush even
more.

   Finally I managed to blurt out, "Well your star is going to need a ride
to the meet.  My Mom had to run some errands and won't be coming until
later.  So, can someone give me a ride or will I have to run over there?"

   "Sure, I can give you a ride," Naomi quickly offered.  "In fact, here
come our last two missing athletes.  Let's mount up and head on over."

   It wasn't a long drive over to where the State meet was being held.  On
the way Naomi and I talked about everyone else's chances.  Nobody else was
really expected to even break the top ten; although Maria did have a
realistic chance of breaking through if she had a good day.  She had done
much better in practice than she ever did in the meets.  Her style to had
improved a lot in the past few weeks so she might surprise everyone with a
good showing in the shot putt and discuss.  The rest of the girls had just
made states and would be happy to get out of the early preliminary heats.

   We got to the track and Naomi finally mentioned my race.

   "You really have a chance today to show everyone what you have.  Stay
loose and remember what we talked about.  She hates pressure and if you can
stay on her shoulder she will burn herself out.  Now let's go get them."
Naomi reached over and gave me a hug.  She held it a little longer than
expected and I found myself feeling both aroused and uncomfortable.  When
she let go we got out of the Miata and headed over to the track, where
everyone else was already waiting.

   One thing about States, once you found out when your first heat was
there was a lot of time to think and worry about everything.  It turned out
my races wouldn't even start for over an hour, so I spent my time keeping
loose and watching my teammates.  Two went down in their first heats, which
really was not unexpected.  One ran the 100 and she came in 4th in here
heat, missing advancing to the next heat by half a stride.  The other fell
in her hurdles heat and came up scraped up and crying.  We all told her how
well she had done, and since she was only a freshman that she had three
more years to come back and do better.

   Anne did better in her first heat.  She ran the 200 and 400 for the team
and she had made states in the 400.  She set a personal best in her first
heat and took second.  Coach Lopez and Naomi were busy congratulating her
when they called me for my first heat.

   Naomi came running over, "Stay loose and just qualify.  No trying to
beat the field, unless they are holding you back.  See her; she is the
fastest in this heat, besides you.  Get on her shoulder and stay there. 
Top four go onto the next heat.  Just be in those top four."

   I stretched out for the last time and got to the starting line.  My
adrenaline was pumping and my heart was pounding.  It felt good to finally
be starting.  I was sort of lost in thought when I suddenly realized the
gun had just gone off.  Time to run!

   I ran the race just like Naomi planned it.  I stayed on that one girls
shoulder from start to finish, not worrying about the girl who took off at
the start and tried to be the rabbit; she tired and finished next to last.
The girl I was using to pace me tried to shake me down the stretch, but I
easily kept up with her and had to actually hold back to keep from passing
her.  I crossed the finish line feeling fresh and strong.  The girl I had
been following was gasping for breath.

   "Great job," Coach Lopez came up and patted my shoulder.  I was looking
for Naomi.  Where was she?  As if to read my mind Coach said, "Naomi is
over watching your prime competitor get ready.  Her races starts," a gun
went off, "now."

   I watched her run, at least what I could watch, from where I was
standing on the infield.  She was fast and smooth and quickly left the rest
of her heat in her dust.  But I did notice, she slowed toward the end of
the race and the field was catching her.  She had started out fast like she
always did but was it she ran out of gas at the end, or just eased off
because she had such a big lead.  I tried to see her at the finish line to
see if she was sucking air.  Unfortunately the rest of her teammates got in
the way.

   Anne came running over to tell us Maria had just surpassed her personal
best by a mile and was sitting in third after the first throw.  We all went
over to congratulate Maria.  Both Anne and I had at least another half hour
before we needed to be at the starting line again.

   Maria was a big girl, almost 6 feet tall and probably about 200 pound,
but most of it was muscle.  If it wasn't for her huge breasts she could
easily have been mistaken for a guy.  Her short hair and bad case of acne
made her look even more masculine.  I had often felt sorry for her because
she had few friends before she joined the track team.  But the team had
sort of rallied around her and even though she was still very shy, she no
longer was the butt of jokes around the school.  We wouldn't tolerate
people picking on her, and she had learned that her size and strength could
be an asset when people tried to pick on her.

   I ran up to her and jumped into her arms and gave her a big hug.  "I
knew you could do it." She gave me a big bear hug, which almost squeezed
the breath out of me.  "Hey easy girl, I still have races to run today."

   She put me down and we all congratulated her, and Coach Lopez reminded
everyone she still had two more throws.  But it was great to see that big
smile on Maria's face.

   The rest of the day went great.  Anne actually made it to the semis in
her heats and set two more personal bests.  The day was coming to a close
and Maria's last round of throws and my finals race were going to be going
on about the same time.

   I was starting to get tight, more from nerves than anything else.  I had
seen my competition and she was good.  She had won her other heats, easily.
I kept following Naomi's advice and lay back, coming in second each time,
but with a lot to spare.  Only in the semis had I had to push, and even
then, if I had wanted to I could have taken it at the end.  Now it was
coming down to the finals and I was nervous, not just about winning the
race, but about what would happen afterwards.  Through most of the day it
had been far back in my mind.  But now as I looked up at my mother in the
stands, I was worried about what I had gotten myself into.

   Maria's last throw was ready to go.  I still had five minutes before my
race was to go.  She was still in third, not being able to get past her
first throw, even if the other two girls had pushed farther out in front of
her.  I walked up to her; she looked even more nervous than I was.  "Hey
there champ, you know you can do this, you have thrown farther than anyone
here in practice.  You aren't going to let these girls take this from you
are you?  You aren't going to let them beat you?  You know you can do it,
so let's kick some butt."

   Maria towered over me but as she looked down at me it was as if she was
looking up at me.  She nodded and this look of determination came over her
face.  She walked right by Coach Lopez and picked up the shot.  She
steadied herself and looked around one more time.  She looked at the girl
who was in first and then she closed her eyes, set up and put everything
she had it in.  As soon as she let it go everyone knew it was going to be
good, but none of us knew just how good.  She not only put it past everyone
else, but she set a state record.  The two other girls still had to throw,
but from the cheers and everyone jumping up and down, and from the look on
the faces of the two girls who had been ahead of her, everyone knew Maria
had it won.

   My race was being called and I headed over to the starting line to
finish my stretching.  She was standing there looking over the other
competitors with a look of smugness on her face.  She was paying particular
attention to the girl who won my semis heat.  She thought this girl was her
primary competition.  And she had been all season, at least until near the
end of the season.  If Naomi's plan worked out right she would not be
thinking about me until she found me on her shoulder when she tried to pull
away from the pack.  Only then would she realize that it was me, not anyone
else that she should have been worrying about.

   Naomi came over to talk to me one last time.  She was quiet and
reserved. "Just do what we planned.  Hell, that girl doesn't even know you
exist.  She is underestimating you.  She doesn't think you are a threat. 
We are going to show her that she is wrong, very, very wrong.  Now, just
stay on her shoulder until the stretch and then blow by her.  This race is
yours girl." She held my shoulder and looked into my eyes.  Her eyes told
me I would win this race, for both of us.  For all our hard work.  I wanted
nothing more than to win this race for Naomi.

   We got to the starting line and I could tell everyone was tight.  People
were having problems getting still.  Nervous energy kept limbs and bodies
moving as we waited for the starter to give us the signal.  Only then did
we get still.  That is until the starts gun sounded.

   She was off like she always was, in front.  I knew she wouldn't chase a
rabbit if one went, but she would lead the pack.  I tucked in behind her
and just followed, with the rest of the pack behind me.  About halfway
through the first turn one of the girls broke past us.  I knew her and had
beaten her earlier in the year.  She had gone out way to early and I knew
she couldn't keep that pace up, but just to make sure she didn't get big a
lead the rest of the pack picked up the pace also.

   Down the backstretch everyone seemed to be finding her stride.  She
looked over her shoulder, past me, and at the girl who had won my semi. 
She still didn't know I existed and it was starting to make me mad.  Coming
out of the second turn our rabbit was still 10 yards in front of everyone,
but you could see she was starting to tire.  We had made up 10 yards in the
turn.  I knew when we hit the straight she would make her move.  Not a big
one, but enough to put a few strides between her and the pack.  When she
made the move I went with her.

   At first it didn't bother her to have me there.  On some of the tapes I
had seen other girls had done this, but she always lost them on her next
move, coming out of the next turn.  We ran together, I felt good and we
were going fast.  I didn't even hear the crowd that was cheering us on.  I
was just focusing on staying on her shoulder and so far it had been
surprisingly easy.

   Coming out of the next turn she made the move that was supposed to lose
me.  "Sorry but I am still here," I said to myself when I saw that she
realized she hadn't lost me.  She was too good and too smart a runner to
panic, but her body position changed.  Her shoulders came up a little just
like Naomi said they would.  She was getting tight.

   I stayed right with her all the way down the back straight.  Going into
the next turn she did exactly what Naomi had predicted.  She tried to lose
me one more time.  She wanted to force me to the outside, make me run
farther, run around her, but I just stayed right there, not passing, just
keeping up with her stride for stride.  When I was still there as we came
out of the turn it almost looked like her shoulders were up by her ears
even though I knew hardly anyone else on the track would see how tight she
was.  We had less than 50 meters to go when I made my move.  I stepped out
from behind her and passed her, almost like she was standing still.  Her
body was too tight to respond as quickly as it needed to.  I could hear her
footsteps dropping behind me as I passed her.  The race was mine.  It would
be nearly impossible for her to catch me now with less than 20 meters to
the finish line.

   Then it happened.  Maybe I hadn't stretched enough before the race
because I was watching Maria.  Maybe I was overconfident.  Maybe I pushed
to hard when I passed her.  But I sensed it before I could feel it.  I
tried to ignore it, telling my body less than 10 meters left but no matter
what I did I couldn't stop what was happening.  My hamstring had just gone.

   I reached back to clutch it as it knotted up but it was too late.  I
tumbled to the track and rolled head over heels.  I heard myself scream,
but really didn't understand it was me.  My mind seemed to block out
everything else as it tried to register what had gone wrong.  I was so
close.  What happened?  I heard the gasp of the crowd as I hit the track.
Then I heard the cheering, incredibly loud cheering.  The tears were
flowing down my cheeks even before I stopped tumbling.  How could they be
cheering so loudly for her winning the race?  I had her beat.  Hadn't they
all seen that?  I had beaten her even if she won the race.

   The back of my leg was burning and I lay on the ground clutching it and
sobbing.  The pain was not the reason for my tears.  It was the feeling of
letting Naomi down.  The feeling that it was my fault I pulled my
hamstring. Suddenly people who were jumping up and down and cheering
surrounded me.  Through my tears I saw Naomi smiling, but looking
concerned.

   "What the hell are you smiling about?" I asked between sobs.  My voice
sounded sour and bitter even to my ears.

   "First, are you alright, let me look at that leg?" She reached down and
felt my leg carefully.  The muscle in back was one big knot, but it was
starting to ease.  "I don't think it is that bad.  But we need to get some
ice on it right away."

   Why was everyone cheering?  Why were my teammates congratulating me?  I
didn't win, I fell, and I failed.

   "Would you stop looking so down?  Your hamstring will be fine and you
can always tell people you really did roll across the finish line when you
won the state title," Naomi was still massaging my leg as she motioned for
Maria to come over.

   "I won?" my voice betrayed my surprise.  How could I have won?  I fell.

   "Yea you won.  When you passed her it took everything out of her.  She
almost stopped running.  You two had such a huge lead on the pack that it
was you, then her a good 15 yards behind and then everyone else just coming
off the turn.  When you fell you were so damn determined that you rolled
all the way across the finish line before she could catch up.  You beat her
by a stride.  You should have seen her when you fell.  She suddenly found a
second wind.  She almost dove across the finish line with you when she saw
you were still going to win."

   Everyone moved aside as Maria reached down and picked me up.  I knew she
was strong, but not this was ridiculous.  She picked me up like I was one
of her dolls.  I realized I weighed only 112 lbs, but still.  My mom ran up
and Naomi told her I was all right, that it was just a pulled muscle.  I
almost added that there were some scrapes I had to deal with also, but that
could wait.  Right now I was enjoying the cheering of the crowd.  My
teammates started to carry me around the field for the victory lap that I
couldn't run myself.  But I made them stop.

   She was standing there looking like the world just ended.  She never
expected to lose this race.  I had Maria put me down and stuck out my hand.

   She took my hand and shook it.  "You are really good you know.  If you
hadn't of fallen you would have had the record.  I just have one question:
WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM?"

   I couldn't help but laugh and she joined me.  She put my arm over one of
her shoulders and raised my other one high into the air.  We were laughing
as she helped me take the first few steps of my victory lap.  But it just
took one ouch and Maria had me up in her arms again.  We all took my
victory lap together.  Maria had won her state championship as well.  She

   There were still other races to be run so we moved the celebration to
the infield.  My mom had taped the race so I got to see it on the
camcorders little screen as Naomi was wrapping a bag of ice onto my
hamstring.  I winced when I saw the end, saw myself reach back and then
somersault forward.  I just kept rolling and log rolled over the finish
line just before she was about to pass me.  I would get to see it several
times over the next week as several TV stations played it over and over
again.  I turned out to be some kind of folk hero, the girl who would never
give up.

   The meet ended and my and my huge ice pack that was strapped to the back
of my leg headed for the car.  I was so excited about winning I didn't even
think about how this was going to ruin the plans Naomi and I had for the
night.

   "Well, I guess I should take you home," my mom said as I was carried by
Maria and my former nemesis, now good friend, Luanda out to the parking
lot. Naomi followed carrying all our bags.  They put me down next to my
Mom's car and we gave each other hugs.

   Maria was still crying.  She blamed herself for me getting hurt.  "If
you hadn't been there cheering me on, I wouldn't have won, I know it.  But
it almost cost you your race and you also got hurt because you didn't have
enough time to warm up."

   "I gave her one huger hug, not easy with her being so big.  "Listen, you
didn't do anything.  It just happened.  And look at you, State Record
Holder and State Champion.  Enjoy it.  You have another year so next year
everyone will be trying to beat you.  Now your parents are waiting, get
going." She gave me one last hug before she left.

   Luanda made me promise to call her when I found out about the
scholarship.  She was going to AU and if I ended up at ASU she wanted to
know where I was so she could beat me the next time we met.  "You ain't
sneaking up on me again." She gave me a final hug and ran towards her dad
who was smiling from ear to ear.

   As they were walking away I heard him tell her how proud he was of her.
My heart broke just a little.

   "Your father is not going to be happy when he sees you hurt yourself. 
You know what he thinks about your tomboy ways," Mom was definitely not
looking forward to listening to his ranting and raving about me.

   Naomi stopped her, "Wait, I thought we were going to have a victory
dinner.  I owe you one after all the hard work you put in to this." Naomi
looked at me and gave me a wink.  "Let me pull my car around and pick her
up, if that is okay with you.  I promise I won't keep her out too late."

   Mom smiled, a reprieve?  "Okay, and don't worry about being late.  After
all you are with your Coach.  But don't you want to come home and get a
shower first?"

   "Oh, we can shower at my place.  Heck, if she just wants to stay in her
sweaty, smelly stuff that is okay with me.  Somehow I don't think we are
going to be going out dancing or anything," Naomi put her arm around me.

   We all had a good laugh.  Mom gave us her blessing and Naomi went to get
the Miata.  "She is a really nice girl," Mom said Naomi jogged across the
lot.  "If your brother wasn't already married I would even think about
introducing her to him."

   "Oh she has a boyfriend Mom," I said sort of laughing to myself.  What
would she think of her daughter dating this nice girl?

   In a minute the Miata pulled up and Mom and Naomi helped me in.  I was
afraid of dripping ice water all over the nice leather but Naomi assured me
it wasn't going to be a problem and it was only a short ride to her place
anyway.

   I waved to my Mom as we drove away.  I can honestly say she looked
proud. I felt incredibly guilty.

   It took less than 15 minutes to get to Naomi's place and when she got
there she helped me out of the.  I noticed something; a lot of stuff in the
garage was gone.  A lot of sports stuff.  A bike, some skis, some camping
gear.

   "Hey, wasn't there a lot more stuff here last time I was here?  I mean,
what did you do, have a tag sale or something?" I said as I looked around.

   Naomi paused for a second, "Oh, I didn't tell you, Jim and I split up.
That was his stuff.  I am a single woman again."

   I didn't know what to say.  We silently went inside.

   Once inside Naomi put me down on the couch and started to fill me in on
her plans for the night.  We would get a shower and then have dinner.  Then
she would run out and grab a couple of movies and some microwave popcorn
and we would have a girl's night at the movies.  Chick flicks were on the
agenda.  It was only 4:30 and we had the whole night ahead of us.  But
first, she wanted to check out my hamstring.  She disappeared down the hall
and came back with what looked like a padded folding table.

   "What is that?" I said, pointing at the thing in Naomi's hands.

   "Oh it is my massage table.  I took a few classes in massage in school.
I plan on taking a look at that hamstring and giving it a good massage
before you hit the shower.  We might even end up in my hot tub after dinner
if the ice has done its job." Naomi started to set up the table in the
middle of her living room.  When she was done she kneeled in front of me.

   "First we need to get this wrap and the ice bag off.  You are making a
mess of my rug and couch," she undid the ace bandage that was holding the
now more water than ice bag in place.  It was dripping all over as she
rushed to the kitchen and through it in the sink.

   "Now up you go," she helped me up and over to the table.  It was hard to
get on and she had to help me up.  She had me lay down on my stomach. 
There was a nice little thing for my face to rest in.

   Naomi gently probed the back of my leg with her fingers.  It was sore,
but seemed much better than before.

   "No bruising, that is good," Naomi said as she continued to check it
out. "That means it probably is just a pull and not a full tear." Her
fingers brushed against the inside of my upper thigh as she pushed her
thumbs into my leg just below my bottom.

   "Ouch," I almost jumped off the table.  "THAT HURTS!!!!!"

   "Sorry," Naomi apologized as she released the pressure, but kept her
fingertips on the outside and inside of my leg.  The outside wasn't
creating a problem, but her soft touch on the inside of my thigh was making
me uncomfortable, but in a good way.  I shifted a little on the table.

   She started to slowly massage the leg.  "Let me see if I can loosen this
up a little.  I will try and be gentle.  Let me know if anything hurts."

   Far from hurting it felt really good.  She obviously knew what she was
going as she started down near my knee and started working her way up.  She
massaged all the muscles as she worked her way up.  I couldn't help but
spread my legs to let her have easier access to my sore muscles.  I was
surprised how much the other muscles in my leg had tensed up because of the
hamstring pull.  But as she went higher I also started to react to my
fantasies.  Here she was, actually touching me.  Touching me higher and
higher up my leg.  I could feel myself starting to get excited.  I spread
my legs a little wider and closed my eyes, wishing, hoping.

   We hadn't spoke in several minutes and the higher Naomi got on my leg
the more focused she seemed to become.  The pull was high on the hamstring
and she seemed to be focusing on controlling her hands.  A few times they
felt like they were trembling.  Naomi would stop when this happened.  I
couldn't tell what she was doing but after a few seconds she would start in
again.  Finally she was up to the top of my leg and had started massaging
the very top of my hamstring and my glute muscle.  Her hands were really
starting to tremble now as she slid her fingers on both sides of my
uppermost thigh so she could use her thumbs to dig deep into my sore
muscle. When her hand accidentally brushed against my now very wet and very
excited mound I let out a very audible moan.

   "Did I hurt you?" She started to pull her hands away.

   "No, no, it just felt," I was unsure what to say.  "Felt so good.  I
mean, I don't think I had a massage that felt this good."

   "Well, you should try one of my full body massages sometime then," her
voice made it sound like an invitation.  I wasn't sure how to react. 
Instead we lapsed back into silence as her hands returned to massaging my
leg and glute.  But she wasn't using her thumbs anymore so her fingers
weren't on my inner thigh.

   I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly broke the silence.  "Can
you do that thing you did with your thumbs again?  I don't know why but it
had felt so good."

   She followed my lead and once again those fingers were softly touching
the inside of my upper thigh as her thumbs worked the high part of my
hamstring.  I opened my legs even a little further, hoping she would move
her hands higher.  I started to make soft cooing and moaning sounds without
even realizing it.  "A little higher," I heard someone say.  Then I
realized it was my voice that said it.

   Naomi complied with my request and moved her thumbs up to the bottom of
my cheek.  She also moved her fingers up just a little more, actually
pushing the bottom of my shorts up higher.  She was not even an inch from
my rapidly moistening mound.  I found it harder and harder to be still as I
became more and more aroused.

   "Is this bothering you?  Am I tickling you?  You seem to be having a
problem lying still?  Do you want me to stop?" I could swear Naomi sounded
out of breath.  She was in to good condition for her to be getting winded
by the work her hands were doing.

   "No, please don't stop.  It feels wonderful." I shifted my weight a
little bit, raising myself up slightly at the waist, pushing into her hands
and thumbs.  When I did this, her fingers actually were forced up higher on
my thigh and brushed the crease between my inner thigh and mound.  I let
out a small gasp when it happened.  She suddenly pulled her hand away.

   "Actually I think that maybe that is enough.  We should get the ice back
on that before it starts to inflame again, and you do need to get in the
shower.  In fact so do I," Naomi said as she lightly continued to massage
my hamstring.

   "Just a little more," I was almost pleading.  I knew right now if I went
into the shower, alone, I would not be able to keep from touching myself. I
pressed my mons into the table as I tried to find some way to rub what
needed to be rubbed.  I could feel how wet I was and was afraid that my
scent would too strong to be masked by the smell of my sweat from running.

   "No, we really should stop here," Naomi's voice was trembling.  I looked
over my shoulder and her face was flushed and her entire body seemed
covered by a slight sheen of sweat.  She was breathing hard.  Her nipples
were erect.  When she saw me looking she turned around and headed into the
kitchen.

   "I need a glass of water.  I will get you one also.  You really need to
stay hydrated so your hamstring will heal quickly." She ran the water and
drank two full glasses herself before returning with mine.

   I was still lying down on the table but was up on my elbows.  Naomi
handed me a glass of water and returned to the kitchen.

   "Do you want to ice it now, or take a shower first?" Naomi called
without turning around.

   "I guess I better shower," I sat up and swung my legs over the side of
the massage table.  My leg felt much better, but between my legs was still
a problem.

   I hopped up and suddenly realized I shouldn't have.  I reached back and
grabbed my hamstring.  It felt fine until I tried to use it.  Naomi quickly
ran over and helped me steady myself.  She put my arm around my shoulder
and started to walk me to the couch.

   "If I don't take a shower now, I don't think I will be able to take one
later," I said as she was about to sit me down.  "This thing is sure to
tighten up and I don't know how I would be able to stand to take a shower
later."

   "Well, you could take a bath," Naomi said as she held me.  My breast was
pressing into her upper arm as we stood there.  It felt good.

   "I would rather have a shower.  But I am afraid about standing up in
there by myself." I put some weight on my leg and it seemed to hold a
little better, but I knew if I slipped, even a little, it would knot up and
become useless again.

   "Well then it looks like it is a bath.  That means you will have to use
the tub in my bedroom.  It is a lot bigger and nicer.  Here, let me help
you get there." Naomi started helping me down the hall.

   Her bedroom was almost as big as her living room.  She had decorated it
beautifully.  She had a king sized bed with a beautiful comforter and
several large pillows that were in shams.  The bed was made, something that
surprised me for some reason.  I never thought someone who lived alone
would take the time to make her bed every day.  I know I had enough trouble
doing it myself, even with my mother constantly harping on me to do it. 
She had done it in desert colors so it was bright and warm.  The bed looked
so inviting.

   The tub itself was right in the master suite but hidden around the
corner of the large walk in closet.  The tub it was oversized and appeared
to have jets built into it.  It was sunken into a small platform and
surrounded by windows.  The blinds were open and had a great view of
Camelback Mountain in the distance.  It seemed like it was set up so no one
could look into the windows, since none of the surrounding apartments
windows were visible and the 6 foot privacy fence that enclosed her small
backyard seemed to offer enough privacy.  Next to the tub was a separate
shower stall.  The shower had one of those hand held shower massagers.

   "Here, why don't you just sit here," Naomi eased me down on the flat
platform next to the tub.  It had small steps that led up to it.  The tub
itself was very deep.  When filled you could easily sink into it all the
way up to your neck.  It also could easily fit two people, even if it would
be a little cozy.

   Naomi started the water.

   "I like it really hot," I said as I unconsciously started to undress.  I
pulled my singlet over my head and sat there for a second in my sports bra,
suddenly realizing what I was doing.

   Naomi looked at me and laughed.  "Hey, it isn't like I haven't seen you
naked before.  Come on, get undressed, while you take your bath I am going
to hit the shower."

   I didn't know what else to do so I did continue to undress.  I tried to
reach down and take my running shoes off, but the sudden twinge in my
hamstring told me not to try that again.  Instead I removed my sport bra
and sat there for a minute topless.  Feeling that this looked silly I
scooted up and slid my shorts down my legs.  I lifted each foot and they
fell free onto the floor.  Now I felt like I must have really looked silly,
naked except for my running shoes and socks.  I tried to reach down one
more time, but my hamstring protested enough to make me say, "Ouch!"

   "Will you stop that, I will get those for you," Naomi had been getting
out some towels from the walk in closet.  She came over and knelt at my
feet.  She seemed to be trying not to look up as she untied my running
shoes.

   "I just love your place," I was making small talk, but even more I
wanted to force Naomi to look up at me.  It seems funny, but suddenly I
felt very sexy dressed in only my running shoes.

   "About a year," she said while she still kept her head down.  She slid
the first shoe off and quickly stripped off the sock.

   "And you decorated it yourself," look at me damn it I almost said.  As
she picked up my other foot to untie it I shifted myself ever so slightly,
parting my legs a little.  I was aroused and it was visible if you looked.
My mound was full and opening.  My pearl was trying to peek out from under
its little hood.  I could feel that I was wet.  If Naomi looked up she
couldn't help but notice.  I leaned back on my arms as I stretched my free
leg out even further.

   "Yes, but most of the stuff I got at tag sales or," there, she glanced
up.  I opened my legs a little wider when I saw her eyes meet my sex. 
After a pause she looked back down to continue, "Or I got them from friends
or family." My other shoe and sock were gone and the tub was almost full.
Naomi jumped up and shut it off.

   "Okay, your bath is ready my lady," even though she was joking her voice
seemed a little strained.

   "Could you help me in, I don't want to fall getting into the tub," I
really didn't know how I would lower myself into that deep tub with my bad
leg.  I also wanted to have Naomi touch my naked skin.

   She helped me up and I put my arm around her shoulder as she put her arm
around my naked waist.  Now my naked breast and hard nipple were pressing
into the flesh of her upper arm.  The warmth felt wonderful.  I sighed as
she helped me up the small steps that led to the tub itself.  I didn't want
to let go as she started to lower me in.  I wanted to pull her in with me.
I wanted to undress her so our naked bodies could share the wonderful
warmth of the water together.  I wanted to touch her naked skin.  I wanted
to make love to her.

   As I sank into the water Naomi let go of my waist and I let go of her
shoulder.  "Should I put the jet on?" She asked as I sunk up to my neck in
the tub.  Once in it I realized it was even bigger than I thought.  It
would easily fit two people.  I lay there, enjoying the warmth but yearning
for something more.  Naomi had to repeat herself before I finally
responded.

   "Yes, that would probably feel great." I knew something that would feel
even better but dared not suggest that.

   She turned on the jets and I sunk a little deeper into the tub.  The way
it was set up I had my back to one window and could look out the other,
which was by my side.  At my feet was the shower stall.

   "I am going to catch a shower if you don't mind while you soak," Naomi
said as she turned on the shower and started to undress.

   I tried not to stare but found myself watching her undress.  As I
watched through half closed eyes, hoping she wouldn't see me but at the
same time hoping I would get caught, I was amazed at how fit she was.  As
she removed her singlet and sports bra I saw once again how her breasts
were so perfect and her tummy so flat.  As she slid her shorts down her
legs I saw that her bottom was as firm and rounded and her legs toned and
tanned as I remembered from that day in the locker room.  As she stepped
into the shower my hand drifted, hidden by the bubbles and turbulent water,
between my legs.

   I lay back watching her as she let the water run over her body.  Her
lack of tan lines made her seem even more perfect.  She closed her eyes and
tilted her head back into the stream of water.  She was turned directly
towards me and when she did this it made her breasts look even more
perfect. I longed to touch them, with my hands, my lips and my own breasts.
I followed the water as it ran down her body, over her tanned skin.  I
followed it as it ran down her tummy, down past her navel, until it ran
through the very well trimmed hair of her beautiful mound.  I watched as it
continued down her legs.  How I longed to be that water, with free access
to every inch of Naomi's body.  I was lost in watching her as she started
to wash herself.  How the soap clung to every curve.  How she poured soap
onto her sponge and used it to gently scrub her perfect skin.  I watched as
she washed first her arms, then shoulders.  I watched as she gently washed
her breasts, the sponge moving over them, her nipples reacting to its
touch. I watched as she ran the sponge on the undersides of her breasts,
down over her tummy, to her hips and upper thighs.

   I watched and suddenly, totally lost in the moment, I felt my orgasm
crash down over me.  I bit down on my lip as I arched my back as the first
wave hit me.  I tried not to call out, but yet I couldn't stop watching
Naomi and I couldn't stop touching myself.  Another and then yet another
rolled over me.  I closed my eyes and let yet one more rock my body.  No
longer in any control I let out a loud moan.  I collapsed, breathing hard,
body almost unable to take the caressing of the water jets with every nerve
ending stimulated to the point that my entire body just trembled.  Yet my
hand still continued to caress my mound with small, slow circles.

   I never heard the door to the shower open and barely heard Naomi's
voice, concerned, ask, "Are you okay?  Lynne, are you all right?"

   Trying to compose myself I opened my eyes.  Thinking fast I blurted out,
"Cramp, leg cramp, I am fine." But I was breathless.  I couldn't stop
touching myself, even as I looked directly into Naomi's eyes.

   "Want me to help you out of the tub?" Naomi was stepping out of the
shower, soapsuds still clinging to her body, a wonderful contrast with her
tanned skin.  "Let me help you out."

   Seeing her naked body approaching the tub and I still couldn't stop
touching myself.  The bubbles and turbulent water still kept my secret.  I
was hopelessly lost in my desire for her.  As she reached for my arm, the
one connected to the hand that was lost between my legs, another wave
crashed down on my body.  I tensed up and let out a moan of total release.
Only her tugging on my arm pulled my hand from between my legs.  I felt
myself being lifted from the tub.  My legs rubbery as I tried to stand on
them, my head spinning, my entire body trembling from what had been the
most intense orgasms I had ever had in my life.  Naomi put my arm over her
shoulder as I lay my naked body next to hers.  She was saying something but
I couldn't make it out.  She sounded concerned.  I felt her laying me down
on the bed.  How did I get here?  As she lay me down I didn't let go of her
but rather pulled her down with me.  I felt her naked skin laying on mine.
I looked up into eyes full of concern and worry.  I felt a knee between my
legs.  Out of instinct I press my wet and naked mound into it.  That is all
it took, my naked mound against her soapy, wet and naked thigh for another
orgasm to course through my body.  I groaned and pulled her closer to me as
I pressed myself against her.  I buried my face into her shoulder as I
pulled her body close to mine.  I felt her wet, soapy breasts pressed
against mine as I trembled one more time before collapsing.

   Somewhere I heard someone calling my name.  It took a minute for me to
figure out exactly where I was.  I must have passed out for an instant but
then I remembered where I was.  I was lying on Naomi's bed, naked with a
soaking wet mound.  Naomi was still on top of me, her leg still between my
legs.  She had pushed her upper body up a little so our breasts were no
longer touching.  I looked into her eyes, eyes full of concern.

   "Are you okay?  It seems like you had some kind of seizure or fit or
something," I was looking down at Naomi's beautiful naked breasts, just
inches from my own.

   Almost involuntarily I pressed my mound against her thigh again.  We
were both wet but this time the movement seemed to catch her attention as
she seemed to apply a little pressure of her own.  A smile came to her
face.

   "I am more than okay," I said as I looked into her eyes.  My arms
reached up and wrapped themselves around her neck and pulled her towards
me. I raised my head and my lips started to kiss her face.  "I am so much
more than okay," I whispered as started to press my mound against her leg
even more.  My lips found hers.  She lowered herself onto me as our tongues
touched for the first time.  We kissed for what seemed like forever, just
letting our bodies meld into each other.  Naked skin against naked skin,
breast against breast, and her mound found my upper leg and pressed into it
as she pressed her leg into mine.

   We were lost in the moment, and then were lost for several hours as we
explored one another's bodies.  My fingers and mouth wanted to examine
every inch of her, and when we finally did end that first kiss, that is
exactly what they did.  I rolled her onto her back and when she tried to
say something I simply put a finger to her lips and smiled.  I had never
made love to anyone but making love to her seemed so natural.  I loved the
way her nipples responded to the touch of my fingers, how hard they became
when my mouth covered them, tasting the soap that had never been washed
off. I was amazed at the softness of her mound and how full and open she
was as my fingers explored her sex, how different it was touching her than
it had been touching myself.  She felt strange yet familiar.  As my fingers
entered her I was surprised by how wet she was, and when I took my fingers
out I couldn't help but suck and lick them, loving the nectar that coated
them.  My mouth moved down her body as she watched, smiling, silent.  She
would let me do what I wanted, when I wanted.  And I wanted nothing more
than to please her.  To give her the same pleasure she had unknowingly
given me.  To explain with my actions that this, more than anything else,
is what I wanted.  When she had her first orgasm as my mouth explored her
soft flesh and hard pearl, I felt a feeling I can't describe.  It wasn't
pride, but it was a feeling of fulfillment at having given something very
special to someone I loved.

   Dinner was never made and the only break that was taken was to call my
parents and explain that I was going to stay at Naomi's.  My mother didn't
even question why and just said, "Have fun dear," which created an
uncontrollable fit of giggling on my part.  While I should have felt guilty
or ashamed, I only felt bliss as Naomi smiled up at me from between my
legs. She then continued what she had started when I had picked up the
phone, teasing and distracting me as I dialed my home number.  I never even
put the phone back on its base, instead just letting it fall to the floor.
My head dropped back as Naomi's lips encircled my swollen pearl and sucked
it deep into her mouth.  I cried out, not caring who might hear, as her
mouth brought me to the edge time and again before finally letting me cum.
I didn't stop moaning until her lips, covered with my own juices, covered
my mouth.  I cleaned her face with my tongue, loving my taste on her skin,
lips and tongue.

   Finally when we could take no more we lay there together.  Our arms were
wrapped around each other.  The blankets and sheets lay around us in
disarray.  How long had we been there?  I looked at the clock.  Hours had
passed but they seemed like minutes.  My leg was no longer sore, as if our
lovemaking had been some sort of magical cure.  The room was full of our
scent and it more beautiful than the scent of a million wildflowers.  We
spoke of how long each of us had waited for that moment.  I told her how
much I had longed for her.  How I had touched myself at night thinking
about her.  How I had even touched myself in the whirlpool that day in the
locker room.  She told me that she had actually masturbated in the coach's
office after watching me in the shower more than once.  That she had
planned on seducing me that first evening I had been to her place, but that
she had chickened out.  I told her of finding the lesbian tape and her
photo album.  She said that I had aroused a longing in her that she had not
had since her first lover had graduated.  How Jim had seen this longing,
and found the photo album and told her to choose, that he would not have a
wife who slept with other women.  How the argument, and their relationship
had ended when she told him that while he was a good lover, he would never
be as good a lover to her as a woman could be.

   We decided we both needed to finish washing.  The smell of soap still
clung to both of us.  Each of us had a mass of tangles on our head that was
caused when our wet hair hit he bed.  We got up and walked to the shower
together.  The tub was still full of water, now cold.  The rug was still
wet on a trail that led from the tub to the bed.  The reflection of the two
of us, naked, arms around each other's waists as we walked back to the
shower stall started to arouse me once more.  As we showered I let that
arousal take over and I soon found myself on my knees with one of Naomi's
feet on my shoulder.  When I finished pleasuring her we finally started to
actually wash.  We shampooed each other's hair and when Naomi started to
shave her legs I took the razor from her and once again dropped to my
knees. I shaved her legs, but didn't stop there.  Soon her mound was naked
and smooth.  I loved the feeling as I ran my tongue over it and from her
reaction I could tell she also approved.  In fact, she loved it so much
that she decided that I to should be as bare as she now was.  When we
finally left the shower we were both waterlogged and exhausted.  It was
midnight when we finally left the bedroom to raid the fridge.

   What we ate was not exactly a balanced diet, but fit the mood perfectly.
We grabbed some ice cream out of the freezer and some pop and chocolate
sauce out of the fridge.  Next we grabbed some chips, crackers and peanut
butter out of the cabinet and proceeded to make floats, peanut butter
crackers and potato chips.  While eating I couldn't help but ask Naomi
about the videotape I had watched a little of.

   "Did you get it just for the locker room scene?" I asked as I reached
into the bag of chips for just one more handful.

   "No, actually I didn't buy it; it was given to me by my ex, who loved
the locker room scene.  She had this fantasy of me doing her in the locker
room, one I was able to make come true one night." A smile crossed her lips
as she thought back.

   I sat there, thinking for a minute.  I stood up and walked around behind
Naomi, bending down to kiss her neck.  "Do you still have the keys to the
locker room?" I whispered in her ear as my hands reached inside her robe to
cup her breasts.

   Naomi looked up at me and smiled.  "Why, yes I do," she said as she put
her hands over mine.  "But if you keep this up we will never make it over
there."

   It took us just minutes to get dressed, in our running clothes and soon
we were headed down the highway in Naomi's Miata, the top down.  It was
almost 1:00 a.m.  when we reached the school.  While I was worried about
what would happen should the police or someone else should come by I was
too excited to let that stop me.  When we got there Naomi opened the door
with her key and we went inside.  She locked the door behind us.

   "Let's do this right this time," she said as she gave me a quick kiss.
"Go to your locker and get ready for the showers and wait."

   I did as I was told.  I got undressed, leaving my clothes and running
shoes in a heap in front of my locker.  I wrapped a towel, that was really
too short to totally cover me, around myself and I sat there, trying not to
touch myself because I was so excited.  Suddenly I heard Naomi's voice
calling me, "Lynne, can I see you in the trainer's room?"

   "Yes Coach," I replied.  I made it to the trainer's room in record time.
Naomi was standing there next to the training table.  She had a bottle of
baby oil on the table.

   "I want to work on that hamstring you pulled, before it tightens up too
much.  Hop up on the table and let me massage it before you hit the
showers," Naomi was a good actress, but the flush in her face and the rapid
rising and falling of her breasts betrayed her.  I did as I was told. 
Naomi was standing down near the end of the table so I climbed up on the
table in such a way that my bare bottom was fully exposed to Naomi as I did
so.  I lay down, my legs parted slightly.  I knew that she would be able to
see everything from where she was standing.  I was wet and open and I
wanted her to know it.

   She immediately started to massage my thigh.  As she did she made small
talk.  "I was really impressed by how much you worked out there.  I think
that if we work together a lot we can find something special in you.  In
fact, I think we would make a great pair."

   Her hand brushed the inside of my thigh.  I moaned slightly and spread
my legs a little more.  "I would like that Coach.  But aren't you busy with
the rest of the team?"

   "Oh, I was thinking about something, more private." Her hand went up a
little higher, her thumbs pushing the bottom of the towel up a little
further.

   "That would be wonderful," now it was my breath that was growing shorter
as her fingertips ran over the bottom of my buns.  "But how could we do
that?"

   "Just like we did tonight, you just stay a little longer after practice.
I have keys to the locker room so nobody has to wait for us.  In fact, like
right now, we will even have the whole locker room to ourselves." Naomi
pulled her hands away.  I smelled the oily scent of baby oil.  Her hands
returned, slippery on my skin.

   "I guess I could do that, if you wanted me to," I was having problems
lying still as Naomi's oily fingers dug deep into my thigh, as her fingers
traced higher and higher up the inside of my leg.  "Are you sure you want
to do that?  Then you won't have any of the trainers or anyone else to help
rub me down after practice." I felt her fingers brush against the crease at
the top of my thigh.  I opened my legs even further.  I had never
role-played before but I was finding this incredibly exciting.

   "Oh, I don't mind giving you a rubdown.  In fact we should probably work
you all over.  You worked hard today.  But we wouldn't want to get oil all
over this nice towel would we?" With that she pushed the towel up higher,
totally exposing my naked bottom.  Her hands moved from working one thigh
to working both, moving up from my knees, digging in deep.  I felt her
climb up onto the table, between my feet; I spread my legs wider to
accommodate her.

   "That feels great Coach," my voice was trembling now.  Her thumbs were
running up the insides of my thighs as her strong hands were spreading my
legs even further apart.  I could feel my moisture starting to run out of
me.

   "I took a massage class in school, and I love giving massages," she
started to kneed the flesh of my bottom, spreading my cheeks wide, pressing
her slippery thumbs down into the flesh around my anus.  I was amazed how
erotic it felt.  I started to grind my mound into the soft leather of the
table.  "We really should get rid of this towel," she opened it completely.
I rose up slightly to let her pull it out from underneath me.

   I trembled with excitement.  Her hands felt it and she asked, "Are you
getting cold, if you are I could put one of our old locker room towels over
you?"

   "No, I just, am not used to being naked in front of another woman and I
guess I am a little embarrassed," and this was the truth.  Even with
everything we had done I suddenly felt self conscious as I lay there in
front of her, totally naked, my legs spread wide, my freshly shaven sex
open and aroused.  "I guess that is all really."

   "But you are naked in front of all the girls on the team almost every
day," her oily fingers traced the sides of my breasts as she moved her
knees up higher, forcing my legs open even a little more.  "Aren't I just
another one of the girls?  To tell you the truth, if I had your body," she
ran her fingers down my back, down the crack of my bottom, tracing the
roundness of it at the tops of my legs.  I trembled even more.  "I would
love to show off my body.  And this shaved pussy of yours," her fingers
suddenly ran over my engorged outer lips which made me gasp, followed by a
deep moan as I raised my bottom up slightly, "is so sexy.  Oh, and it looks
like it is wet, very wet." I felt oily fingers sliding along my slit,
opening me further.  "You aren't getting aroused by my massage are you?"

   All I could do was grunt an affirmative sound.  I don't think I had ever
been this horny.  I loved what Naomi was doing to me.  At the same time I
longed for her to touch me further.  I raised my bottom even more, almost
rising to my knees.

   "Oh dear, well we can't have you getting all aroused, without doing
something about it can we.  Luckily I had a wonderful instructor in my
massage class and she showed me how to take care of just such problems," I
felt a finger slide into me.  I was so wet and with the added lubrication
of the oil it found absolutely no resistance.  Quickly another, then
another finger joined it.  I had never had more than two fingers inside me
before but this felt wonderful as she slowly pressed in a fourth.  I had
never been stretched or filled like this before.  I pushed back against
her, trying to force them in deeper than just fingertips that she had
inserted.  I felt her rubbing her thumb on the flesh between my vagina and
anus.  I had touched myself there once, and was amazed by how erotic it
felt.  I loved it when she flattened her thumb and pressed against it as
she pushed her fingers in a little deeper.

   "Coach," I moaned as I started to rock back and forth, trying to hump
her hand.  "Should we really be doing this?"

   "Oh, but I am only giving you a massage, and you were having a problem
that often happens during massage.  You want me to help you with that probl