While in college, tennis was my passion. I developed an outstanding serve, and a very good swinging arm to go with the game. My aim was impeccable, and my stamina superb. Only one thing disturbed my game. Watching the other girls, especially Diana, disturbed my game. Being close to Diana made it very difficult for me, if you know what I mean.
In the locker room after practice, I had a really hard time. Watching the other girls undress and shower really turned me on, and there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. It seemed that the tennis players in particular had the kind of bodies that turned me on. It was probably because tennis was such a demanding sport, and it took a truly physically fit specimen to play the game properly. Diana was just such a physical specimen.
Diana was my partner in doubles. She was about a year younger than I was, and her brown eyes and light brown hair made her look terribly cute to me. She had hazel eyes, and obviously worked out at more than just tennis. Her breasts were full and round, and her tight, round ass was particularly cute.
It was difficult showering with her. I had to concentrate very hard on other things so as to not get very, very wet. My nipples would get hard, just looking at her. Every time. Her pubes were trimmed, very close, and at times, I could see her pussy lips were slightly parted, and her inner lips were showing. Her nipples were dark brown, and they looked like they were erect quite a bit of the time.
I had dated a few guys in school, and there was nothing about them that interested me or turned me on. I knew that I liked girls, but there was no way I was going to say a word about it to any of my friends. I had no idea what they would say if they knew I was sexually interested in them. I had to hide the fact, basically, that I was a lesbian.
And, of course, I could never really say anything to Diana, either. If she didn't feel the same way I did, it could be very, very embarrassing. How could you tell a girl you were sexually interested in her, and that when you looked at her body, things happened inside you?
So, I suffered through the first few weeks of tennis, and our varsity was doing really well. Then, there came a time when we had to travel over a week end to visit another team. As things moved along, I found that we could choose our roommate, as we would be staying two to a room.
I looked at Diana, and her gaze went from me, to my breasts, and then away, to the coach. We signed up for roommates, and of course, some of the faster, more sociable crowd chose one another right away. I looked at Diana, and she nodded.
I walked over to her. "Do you want to share a room?" I asked, my voice shaking. I was afraid that she would say no, and afraid that she would say yes.
"Sure,"she said with a smile. Her voice was shaking as much as mine was.
I signed up for a room with Diana, my hands visibly shaking as I wrote both of our names next to a room number.
I couldn't believe it. Packing a bag, I tried to make sure that I carried everything I needed. I felt like a bride on a honeymoon, or a groom, or something --- hell I didn't know what. I just knew that I felt a sense of elation, of adventure, of warmth. I didn't get my hopes up, though I was ready, I guess, for a big let down, too. I didn't have any illusions about that. If Diana didn't
make the first move, I would try to gently encourage it, without sticking my neck out, I figured.
It was a chancy type of thing. I sure didn't know anything about sex with girls. I had no idea if Diana did. I knew I wanted to do something with her, but I had no idea what, or how to do it, or what would happen if she said yes, or worse, no.
When we got to our room, it was only for the purpose of freshening up before the ride to the tennis courts. We changed quickly, and were gone. It was a late Friday afternoon, and there were a few games we had to play.
Play was easy with Diana as my partner. Since I knew that I would have her all to myself later on that day, I played with a finesse even I didn't realize I possessed. We won the matches that evening, and went back to our rooms in a festive mood.
We went to the little hotel's restaurant and had a nice steak dinner, and then, slowly, the girls filtered back to their rooms. The coach was there to make sure that no one drank too much, and to share in our small celebration over having won the first round of matches so handily.
Diana and I walked slowly back to our room, and one of the other girls poked her head out of her door. "Hey, you two wanna beer?"she asked.
"Nah, not really," said Diana.
"Thanks, but no. I've got and early day tomorrow."
We continued on down the hall. Inside the room, Diana took off her blouse. "Good play today, Barbara,"she said. "You were really on top of the ball."
"Gee, thanks," I said. "You were pretty damned good, too." I pulled off my blouse.
"Who's first in the shower?" asked Diana, pulling her pants down. She removed her bra. I had seen those tits before, and I longed to reach out and touch them. Already, her nipples were erect.
"I can wait," I said.
She eyed me, and then said, "Hell, there's room for two. We've been showering together for weeks, anyway."
"OK," I said, my voice not my own. I hoped that my answer wasn't too fast, and that she didn't notice the quiver in my voice.
It was all the invitation I needed. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants down, my panties obviously showing a wet spot. Diana apparently had the same problem. I could see the dark patch between her legs.
We stood there and stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Diana turned and walked to the bathroom door, the muscles in her ass tightening with each step. I heard the shower stall slide open, followed by the sound of the water spraying in the shower. Then I heard the scrape of the stall door again, and I knew that Diana was in the shower.
The moment of truth, I thought. I walked over to the bathroom door and looked it. The shower stall was open, and Diana was in the shower, her body partially hidden by the frosted glass of the shower door.
I pulled off my panties and stood there, my nipples erect, my pussy wet, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked down at my body. I wondered what she thought of it. Not knowing what to do, I stepped into the open side of the shower and slid the door shut, feeling the warmth of the shower and the moist drops bouncing off Diana hitting me in the face.
Diana had her back to me, and the water spray was falling on her head. She had just shampooed her hair and was rinsing it. I took the shampoo and let the drops of water bouncing off her body wet my hair. I worked up and lather and closed my eyes.
"Step under the spray," I heard Diana say. I stepped forward, my eyes closed. The warm water felt good, and I reached up and moved my fingers through my hair, rinsing the lather out and down my face.
I felt something touch my ass cheeks briefly. It had been something warm and pliant, but hairy, like a pussy! I could feel my pussy juices suddenly flow at the thought of her touching me with her pubic hair. Then, as she leaned forward, I felt her hard nipple brush against my back.
"Not a lot of room in here, ya know?" she said, her sudden shaky voice sounding artificial.
"You want me to wash your back?" Diana asked. Her voice was thicker than usual, and she cleared her throat.
There was only one thing I wanted more than for her to touch me. "Sure," I said, trying to sound casual and playful. I knew that I didn't pull it off. My voice sounded phony and choked. I cleared my throat, the same as Diana had done.
I felt her lathered hands move along my back, and I could feel her fingers massaging my muscles gently yet firmly. Her hands moved farther down, and stopped right above my ass cheeks. She pulled her hands away, and I thought she was done. Then, I felt her hands on my ass, and all pretense was over.
I turned around, and looked right into her eyes. Neither one of us moved for a full five
seconds, and then she reached out with a lathered hand and rubbed my pubic hair. I closed my eyes as she moved her fingers gently toward my pussy lips. And, then, bingo, she touched my clit, moving her finger ever so gently into my swollen pussy.
I reached forward and touched her pussy with one hand, one of her hard nipples with the other. Her nipple was hard and dark, sticking out about a quarter of an inch. Her pussy was hot to the touch, oozing from juices from within her body.
She moved away and fell to her knees in front of me. She looked up into my eyes, and I couldn't believe it as her face disappeared, close to my crotch. Then, with both hands, she parted my pussy lips, and her tongue found my clitoris. I had never felt anything like that in my life, had never really expected to. I was in heaven. I came.
I moved away and she stood. We traded places, and I got on my knees and looked closely at her pussy. I flicked out my tongue tentatively, and then, I really got into it. I stuck my tongue in her pussy, moving it in and out just a little, and this was greeted by a low, guttural moan from Diana. Her legs began to shake and her body suddenly tensed. She had cum, I knew, and I moved slowly away, her tangy pussy juices still on my tongue.
We got out and dried each other off, lingering on each other's nipples and pussies. I loved the touch, and I loved to touch her.
We ran to the beds naked. We suddenly realized we weren't going to use both beds, so we messed up one of them, and jumped on the other.
After a long night of super sex, we won the match the next day. And, in the end, we made the State Championships. We were quite a team. And, we still are.
--- Barbara R., Los Angeles, CA
