"Come on, Casey Jones High," Veronica Campbell, Principal of that very school shouted enthusiastically. Supporting one of her students in coming first in the Butterfly, after a second had come very close second in Freestyle wasn't the reason why she had taken the weekend off to drive a couple of hundred miles, but it was certainly a secondary benefit and would make it much easier to justify the budget next year -- heating swimming pools were not cheap. She glanced at the school's swimming coach, Sarah Van Houten, the petite redhead was cheering on her girls enthusiastically.
Veronica turned back to the pool, clapping her hands and shouting out again. Penny MacDonald, the blonde captain of the swim team had opened up a clear lead, almost a full body ahead of her rival and in the last few seconds the race was hers to lose. A quick glance down showed that Hanna Page, the second member of the team at the finals was also up and cheering enthusiastically, her light brown skin (a sign of her mixed Scottish, Philippines and Indian ancestry) still glistening with water following her second-placing. It was hard to decide whether she was more fuckable than Penny or whether the other's blue-eyed WASP looks won out -- it was a conversation that Veronica and Sarah (and some of the other lesbian teachers) had had several times without coming to any conclusion, beyond that both looked damned hot in their swimming costumes.
In the pool Penny was holding onto the side and panting, looking around to check if she had won. "Yes!" Veronica was up and clapping, Sarah either jumping up at the same time or so near as to notice the difference. The blonde teen's eyes fell on the tall black principal and the petite pale redhead, the differences between them making them instantly recognisable and their enthusiastic applause confirming she had won. She grinned as she raised her hand in victory, before gripping the sides of the pool and hoisting herself up, the water gushing off her toned body. Veronica licked her lips as they became dry with lust, fully aware that Sarah was enjoying the view as much as she was.
The loudspeaker was announcing the race results as the organisers moved over to speak to Penny and the runners-up and to get them over to the podium for photos. The blonde teen paused on her way over to get a hug from Hanna and the two eighteen-year-olds exchanged a few words, Hanna briefly lifting up her own second-place medal to show her friend before Penny ascended the podium for the brief ceremony. Veronica waited until it was over, before gently prodding Sarah in the side, "Shall we leave now?" The race after was the backstroke, but Casey Jones had no swimmers in it and as she had little interest in seeing who won Sarah nodded her agreement.
The two women picked up their rucksacks and pushed past the people still in the row. A quick glance showed that Penny and Hanna weren't staying to watch the race either, but were heading to the changing room. When they were planning the weekend a few days ago, Sarah had suggested that they could join the two teens as they changed with the pretence of either congratulating them or commiserating. Veronica had scotched the idea, there would be plenty of opportunities to admire the two teens' naked bodies later and why risk rushing things? So instead they went to the complex coffee bar and ordered a couple of low-fat lattes as they waited for the teenagers to finish changing.
They got a few admiring glances as they sat there; Sarah was attractive, Veronica agreed, in her early thirties with her deep red hair just above collar length in a short bob, her pale skin freckled, and she had no problem finding other women to fuck. However, Veronica was confident enough to recognise that more than a few of the glances were also at her, despite nearing fifty the black woman was still in shape, her body firm and toned, her breasts - not large, but not small either - still defying gravity and at near six foot she was more than a head over the more petite Sarah. They both ignored the looks they got anyway, neither was into guys and whilst, at other times, they might have been interested in some of the hot-looking young women (especially the swimmers) they were waiting for a specific pair.
"Hi Ms Campbell, Ms Van Houten," Hanna arrived, her sports bag over her shoulder, whilst just behind Penny followed. Both teens were dressed in tracksuits which didn't really do much for their figures, with their hair in neat ponytails.
"You two ready?" Veronica said, though as it was obvious they were and as she and Sarah had finished their coffees she stood up. "Shall we go and book into the hotel?"
It was too far to drive back that night and Veronica had used some of the school's sports budget to book a hotel for the four of them, though if the two teens hadn't been as hot as they were she'd have made Sarah drive them back in the evening (as she, herself, certainly wouldn't have spent a day travelling just to watch some plain-janes swim). Taking out her car keys she led the way to her car, "For tonight you can call me Veronica and Ms Van Houten, Sarah, okay?"
"Sure, okay," replied the two teenagers as they dumped their sports bags in the trunk and got into the car. The hotel was about fifteen minutes away and the two teachers kept the conversation neutral on the way, talking about the swim meet and school swimming generally and whether the girls were going to continue with it when they both went to college in the Fall. The two teens, who had been a little awed by travelling with the Principal in the morning (and possibly a little sleepy as it had been an early start) began to relax and by the time they rolled into the hotel's parking lot were talking to their teachers more confidently if not fully freely.
Getting their things out of the trunk, they went to book in. The hotel was not the most expensive or exclusive in the city, but it was certainly at the higher end of the market and whilst it would leave a hole in the budget, which meant the football team wouldn't get the new kit their coach was arguing for, it was worth it. Both the teens certainly looked impressed, as did Sarah -- who at least had been expecting it. Veronica went to the reception, "Casey Jones High School, we booked two twin rooms."
The receptionist swiftly looked through the bookings and confirmed it, before handing the keys to Veronica, who kept one and passed the other to Penny. "You brought smart clothes? The restaurant has a dress code." The two teens nodded and Veronica looked at her watch, "Shall we meet down here at seven for dinner."
The two girls agreed and the four of them headed to their rooms, the teens on a different floor to the teachers. Veronica opened the door to their room, stepping aside to let Sarah enter first and then following wheeling her travel suitcase behind her. Sarah had parked hers by the bed and was sitting on it bouncing softly as she tested the mattress. She waited to speak until Veronica had removed her jacket and lifted her suitcase onto the dresser to unpack it, "I was thinking they looked so sexy in their swimming costumes."
"They are a very hot pair," agreed Veronica, taking out her dress and carefully unfolding it to make sure there were no creases.
"You think we will be able to fuck them tonight?" asked Sarah, there might have been a trace of nervousness in her voice or it may have been anticipation, possibly it was both.
"Yes," Veronica replied confidently, "The day I can't coax a couple of teens into a sexfest will be the day I book into an old people's home."
Sarah nodded, but she still looked a bit anxious. She'd been open about being a lesbian when she was being interviewed, which was at least one of the reasons, probably a major one, why Veronica hired her. But whilst she had banged a few college girls this was the first time the coach was making a move on a student, albeit both were eighteen and she'd be under Veronica's tutelage. The older woman pulled out one of the strap-ons and dangled it on her finger, before putting it back and pulling out a second slightly larger one, "I think this," she said and then before the other woman could answer said, "Trust me, if those two aren't les-curious I'm a shape-shifting alien."
"You're not are you?" a small smile passed over Sarah's lips.
"What?"