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Eden's Explorations
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TEACHING EDEN
CHAPTER TWO -- THE COACH
Eden enjoyed the late Summer sun caressing her naked body. Glowing red-orange through her closed eyelids. Adding to the warmth of her orgasm. It was peaceful by the lake.
Then the serenity was abruptly broken by a thumping, crashing sound. Followed by loud hyperventilating, punctuated by a few expletives. Opening her eyes and turning her head, Eden saw Michele. Doubled over, hands on knees, chest heaving.
Michele raised her head and tried to catch her breath. "13:53, Sums." She panted again. "Thirteen, fucking, fifty-three."
She straightened herself, and grimaced, only partially recovered. "I hope you're fucking worth it, Sums."
Eden didn't say a word at first, but silently stood and, taking the coach by the hand, laid her down on the blanket. Her towel had already dried and she rolled it to make a pillow. Eden kissed Michele, pushing her lips hard onto hers. Kneeling up, she finally spoke. "I like kissing you. I'd like to do that a lot more. But for now, just relax. I'll take care of you, my winged messenger."
She bent Michele's knees, then unlaced her running shoes, before easing them both off. Next to go were her socks. Eden took each foot in turn and firmly massaged its plantar aponeurosis deeply. As Eden kneaded Michele's flesh, the coach's labored breathing turned to soft moaning, accompanied by little wriggles of her body.
"Lift your ass up, or should I say bum?"
Michele giggled. "Either works, and whatever you say." She planted her feet and raised herself off the blanket.
Eden keenly dragged Michele's shorts down, leaving her in a plain, gray, wicking thong. It was time for a change of position and Eden got comfortable between Michele's parted thighs. Placing soft kisses on the inside of each one, working her way towards her goal.
With two final brushes of her lips where Michele's thighs met the rest of her body, Eden found her friend's mound, and kissed it through the thin material. Drinking in the heady aroma of arousal commingled with fresh sweat. Eden moved down and rubbed her nose against Michele's vulva, breathing deeply as she did. The smell of another woman always awakened primal feelings in her.
Hooking her fingers into the material, Eden pulled it to one side. Michelle murmured with desire, and reached down to caress Eden's hair. Raising her eyes, Eden locked onto Michele's, their mutual longing felt like electricity. Extending her tongue, Eden licked slowly and deliberately from below Michele's glistening opening, around the side of it, up to her hooded clit, and down again to the start. Teasing her new lover, heightening her anticipation.
Eden made another circuit, pausing a little longer to flick at Michele's clit this time. Then another. Then another. She felt the coach's body tense, her hand pull Eden down onto her.
"Please, Eden. Please. I want you in me."
Eden paused, resting her chin on her hands. "So I have a name? Wow!"
"Fuck it, Sums. Lick my cunt now!"
The word jarred a little with Eden, but not the sentiment.
"Bum up again, please, Miss demanding."
Michele complied and Eden removed her panties. Settling down again, she pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Michele, her face squeezed against the coach's vulva. She waggled her tongue, eliciting a groan from her lover. "Fuck, Sums! You've done this before, haven't you?"
Eden had indeed. She withdrew and moved to plant a hand either side of Michele's face. Tongue still extended, she let the coach suck on it, tasting her own excitement. Balancing her upper body on one hand, Eden reached back and rubbed Michele's clitoris. Michele closed her eyes and slumped back onto the makeshift pillow.
Eden was having fun with her new friend. "That's a good girl, let's get you nice and wet." Michele bit her lip and nodded twice rapidly. Eden rubbed harder.
When Michele's squirming indicated that she wanted more, Eden returned to her previous position, but now, lying on her forearms. She found Michele's hands and locked fingers with her. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, honey."
Eden matched actions to her words. Alternately she lapped at Michele's clit then probed her now sopping wet opening. Michele's groans became staccato yelps, her body writhed underneath Eden. Their hands gripped ever tighter. Eden kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Increasing her tempo, increasing the depth. Until Michele screamed, her body arching up from the ground, her face glowing, her pussy suddenly flush with juices.
Then she collapsed, panting harder than after her run. Eden continued lapping, but slower now. Collecting Michele's aromatic fluids. Letting her calm down. When Michele gave a final, satisfied exhalation, Eden moved up. Lying next to her. Putting an arm behind her neck, a hand on her abdomen, kisses on her reddened cheek.
With faux innocence she asked, "so was I worth it?"
Michelle dissolved in laughter, joined by Eden's giggles and they embraced, celebrating the joy that only two women can truly share.
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Eden and Michele saw a lot of each other over the following weeks. Eden settled into the rhythm of Burnell, with her lover as an expert guide. Sometimes it seemed superfluous having two houses, so much time did each of them spend in the other's bed.
Mr Pedretti seemed to have a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. A few phrases indicated he knew full well what was happening between his staff members, but he never referenced the blossoming relationship openly. This was new territory for Eden. She had been the hook-up queen; men and women, sometimes both. But something about her and the coach felt good, felt right. New territory for sure; and a little scary.
Michelle had just turned thirty and so there was also an age gap, but five years was not a lot. Any occasional misunderstandings in communication were generally due to their different countries of birth not dates.
From her point of view, Michele was happy. Eden sometimes said that the situation was a new one for her, but the older woman also felt that things were different. She'd been in relationships before, she'd even thought -- erroneously as it turned out -- that some of them might have become long-term. But there was something different about her and Eden, something more natural. They clicked in so many ways
But Michele also had her reservations and doubts. Eden had been open about some of her sexual preferences and history. Part of Michele was intrigued. A larger part was worried how much stability the two of them might have, given Eden's less than mainstream needs and desires. Still it wasn't a problem now. Maybe it wouldn't ever be. Michele hoped for the best, while being scared about the worst.
Class had been going well for Eden. The pupils had warmed to her enthusiastic approach. She was often delighted how the students listened to her unveiling the mysteries of algebra and geometry, things that were also a source of wonder to her. But there were two pupils she didn't seem to be able to reach; one girl, one boy.
The girl was Melody. She was repeating 12th grade after a dismal previous year. From what Eden could gather, she had been a good student and then her grades had plummeted. It seemed like most of Burnell had given up on her, but Eden was determined not to.
Then there was Lucas, Luke was what he liked to be called. He was a closed book. There had been mentions of a lack of empathy, of poorly developed social skills, maybe developmental and behavioral issues. To Eden, he seemed painfully shy and self-contained. Luke was a reasonable scholar, but closed off to human interactions. Like Melody, he was a year older than their classmates, but due to his parents red shirting him; perhaps in forlorn hope of his social skills maturing.
These two were a challenge. Michele had told Eden not to waste her time and effort on lost causes; perhaps the voice of experience speaking. But Eden felt obligated to at least try. She spoke to Mr Pedretti about setting up some regular one on ones with each of the students. His general attitude mirrored Michele's, but he seemed to think that if Eden wanted to waste her time, that was her business.
With the Principal's grudging blessing, Eden made arrangements. Luke was first, just after lunch. It was hard going. He seemed happier looking down at his hands than making eye contact. His replies were monosyllabic. Eden persisted gently, but didn't make much progress in the thirty minute session. Luke asked to be excused and Eden felt perplexed. She made a mental note to do some on-line research.
The same afternoon saw Melody's first session. Something about her made Eden smile, despite her off-putting demeanor. Maybe it was memories of wearing her own school skirt that short not so many years ago. Maybe it was Melody's general anger with the world. Eden had never quite got to the same place as her, but there were echoes. A lot of kids, girls in particular, go through this phase. Eden tried to explore if there were any external triggers. But Melody's defenses were well-built and easily withstood Eden's initial careful probing.
