Author's Note: I figure I will never be able to write as well as Colleen Thomas or Babylez, (I HIGHLY recommend them) but I think women in the lesbian genre are pretty awesome, so I wanted to try to write a piece. If you're looking for a whole lot of in-your-face sex, you probably won't want to read this. Hopefully someone in Literotica Land will get some enjoyment out of this little ditty, but if not, sorry.
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Diane Armstrong entered the locker room at the student Rec Complex and rounded the corner to reach her locker. She was surprised to find a young blonde whom she hadn't seen before nearly naked at an adjacent locker. She gave her a half smile and perfunctory greeting, set her Head racquet down on the bench and started to spin the dial on her lock.
"Excuse me, but aren't you Dr. Armstrong?"
Diane turned to the young woman a little surprised and said, "Yes I am. Have we met?"
"Well in a way. I am taking your 'Intro To Psych' class."
Being the first day of class, it was easy to understand why Diane couldn't place the young girl's face. That and the fact that although Georgetown University had a reputation for small classes, her Intro class was so popular with the students that she filled the largest hall in the Intercultural Center with 150 students.
She was caught off guard when the young blonde approached her with outstretched hand, dressed only in small cotton panties.
"I'm Julie Summers. I'm a freshman from Kentucky. I really enjoyed your class this morning and look forward to the rest of the semester."
Diane shook the young teen's hand surprised by the firm grip. "Thank you Julie. It's nice to meet you."
Diane had gone through an early marriage right after she finished her undergrad degree at Pfeiffer University, a tiny college in North Carolina. That is when she discovered that sports took the place of an unsatisfactory marriage and sex life, which added muscle to her lanky 5'10" frame. When she reached 175 pounds of solid mass, and achieved her Master's headed for her PhD, her husband decided he was interested in a more malleable woman, who worked harder on her femininity. In other words, one he could control and one who would live her life through him, and would sit around and worship him during every waking moment. After two years, the divorce produced more of a sense of relief than one of loss, and they parted fairly amicably.
Something about the short blond struck a chord with Diane. Suddenly she was instantly drawn back to her freshman year in High School when her cousin had spent the summer with her family. Rachel was the same age as Diane, but there was no real family resemblance. Diane was tall and dark, and Rachel was a petite gymnast, who was all of 5' and 102 pounds. Diane judged Julie to be around 5'2" but packed a little more muscle at perhaps 110 pounds.
Rachel and Diane had shared a bed for the Summer, and what started out as a thigh or calf occasionally touching, graduated to light kisses, then more probing deep kisses, and towards the end of the Summer, each satisfying the other orally.
Diane looked at the broad eager smile and sparkling blue eyes of the little blonde still shaking her hand and was instantly brought back to those nights of quiet passion as she and Rachel tried to hide their activities from her parents.
As Diane's eyes moved lower, they came to rest on the young teen's small but firm breasts. They were perfectly shaped, about the size of two ripe oranges, with small pink nipples poking out prominently. She had been going to the gym daily for the past ten years and although she admired a nice female body, none had made her heart race since Rachel... until now. The feelings were unusual for her and uncomfortable, so she quickly broke the handshake and turned back to unload her gym bag.
Diane removed her shirt and hung it in her locker just as her cell phone went off. As she reached for it, Julie stopped and stared, mesmerized by the taut forearms and thick biceps of the young professor. Though not a map of striated veins, and ripped muscle of a bodybuilder, Julie could was in awe of the broad shoulders, rock hard abs and full pecs encased in a light green bra. Diane didn't go in for weights, but strove for 100 pushups, 200 sit ups and an hour of swimming in the morning, to go with her constant tennis matches, which were her first love. She took part in a "ladder" at the Rec Center, where anyone could challenge anyone above them, and being the woman's champion, she had an endless number of challenges. Although it wasn't a coed ladder, she was constantly taking on male challengers eager to defeat her, but no one to date had come close.
Opening her cell phone she discovered it was Susan, her opponent for the morning.
"Hi Susan. What's up?"
"Oh Bummer....Well take care of him. I'll just go for a swim and we can play next Saturday."
Julie couldn't help but continue to stare as Diane held the phone to her ear, making her large bicep clearly noticeable.
"Okay. Talk to you later. Bye."
Diane snapped her phone closed and tossed it back in her gym bag, clearly frustrated.
"Crap!"
Julie watched as Diane slid the skirt over her thighs and calves and her eyes grew even wider. She had never seen a more beautiful or well developed woman, and her eyes traveled over the flaring bronzed thighs, down to gently bulging calves.
"Um, did your opponent stand you up?"
Diane gave a wry laugh. "Yeah, I guess she did at that. Her four year old son has been vomiting and has a 102 degree fever.'
"You really look like you wanted to get in some tennis. I have my things in my locker, so I would be glad to fill in if you would like to play a match."
Diane once again surveyed the young teen's body. It was clearly evident she was in incredible shape, but Diane didn't see how she could develop much power in her strokes with her short stature. She had been looking forward to a workout though, so she agreed to a match.
Julie's tennis attire consisted of a pair of light blue shorts with a matching sports bra. The shorts came to just below her navel and for some reason Diane was fascinated by the belly button ring with 3 small glistening emeralds arranged in a line.
Diane dressed in a more conventional once pieced white outfit with skirt and a scoop necked front and back top.
They exited the locker room and entered the courts, surrounded by a quarter mile track. Being Saturday, most of the courts were full, but they moved to court 6 which Diane had previously reserved.
They spent twenty minutes warming up and hitting balls back and forth, then it was decided that Julie would serve first.
The first serve surprised Diane by going wide to her forehand and had to be at least 115 MPH. Diane barely got a racket on it, and it was 15 Love. Julie changed up with the second serve sending a slow slice with wicked spin into her body. Diane was getting frustrated after sending it into the net to go down 30 Love.
Diane sent a vicious return on the next serve which caught the side line for a winner and she thought she was back on track at 30-15. Julie then sent another rocket down the center and Diane couldn't touch it, bringing it to 40-15. Diane stared in amazement at her young opponent, wondering where the power was coming from.
