EMILY'S STORY - part 3
Okay, it's me, Emily Sterling, and my story has gotten out of hand here. This is part 3, and you still don't know why I'm miserable. So, I'm going to wrap this up, and the ‘Free Birds' story can move on.
In the first two parts, you know I talked about my ‘initiation' into my high school basketball team, AND I discovered a world of sex besides that I was having with my twin sister Kira - more on her later in this story.
About one month or so after the team initiated me, after the season was underway, and I'd even gotten into two games (yay! - although they were blowout wins for me to get put in the game by Coach Maria), Coach called me into her office after practice. She said that there were a couple of things that she wanted to go over with me, kind of a mid-season evaluation.
Coach Maria was about 30 years old, cute, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes, a cute ass and 34A breasts, and about 5' 9" tall. I didn't know much about her personal life, but I thought that she was a great coach, and she was respected by everybody. Anyway, she had me sit by her desk in a chair next to hers. She had an evaluation sheet, and she went over the areas that she thought I was strong in and where I could improve. But I really appreciated that she told me HOW I could improve in those areas. That’s one of the things that made her such a great coach.
There was a knock at her office door, which surprised me because I thought that all the other players had left. Coach Maria got up and opened the door, and there was a young woman of about 25 there, really cute, and very, very pregnant. She was pretty short, maybe 5' even, blonde hair, long and down on her shoulders, and enormous breasts, but I guess that’s not surprising considering she was pregnant. They hugged, and then, surprisingly, they kissed. Not a peck on the cheek type kiss, I mean a full bore, tongue in her mouth, ‘Emily and Kira alone in bed together at 2 AM' type kissing. I felt a tingle in my little pussy at seeing this, and wondered what was going on.
Coach ushered the woman in, and had her sit down in a chair with arms on it. She was wearing a maternity skirt and blouse, nothing too colorful, kind of beige all over. She plopped down with a sigh, looked at me, and smiled a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Nicole," she said, extending her hand to me, and so I shook it.
"Nicole's my wife," Coach Maria said, and my jaw DROPPED! Before I could say anything (which I guarantee would have ended up embarrassing me), Coach said, "Yeah, Emily, I'm a lesbian, and I'm married to another woman, which is what pretty much all lesbian women would do if they had someone they loved very much, and if they were allowed to get married to that person."
Of course, I rushed in to say something dumb. "Are you allowed to marry another woman?"
"Well, no, under the law we can't right now, but the pastor of our church is open-minded and realistic, and he married us ‘under God,' so as far as we're concerned, we're married. In order to have something like marriage in the eyes of the law, we've had to legally put everything in both names, like our mortgage, and cars, and all that. Frankly, it's a pain in the ass, but it's the only option available to us, at least until the law changes. And Emily, I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself, the school doesn’t know, and might fire me if they found out for sure."
I said, “It’s my secret Coach. I’ll never tell.” Coach and Nicole smiled at me.
"And as you can see, Nicole is pregnant. She was impregnated by a male donor friend of ours, and we're so excited about starting this part of our family." I thought about asking about that, but fortunately I recognized that there was no way I could venture into the impregnation thing without REALLY looking like an idiot. But, I thought about what a wonderful idea it was, for two women who loved each other to get married, and live happily together. A thought began percolating in the back of my head, and it would ultimately lead to my own misery.
"If you don't mind, Emily, Nicole came to see me, we're going out to dinner after I finish up here," Coach said.
"No, it's fine," I said, looking Nicole up and down. She was very lovely, and probably the pregnancy was a big part of that. She had a lovely glow all in her face, and I thought that her pregnant body was just about the most attractive thing I'd ever seen in a woman. Of course, I'd seen other pregnant women before, but never a pregnant lesbian, and I thought it was charming, and kind of exciting to me.
Nicole looked back at me just as intently, her dark eyes pulling me in. In a soft voice she said, "You're quite attractive Emily. You must have tons of boys after you...."
"Um, no, I'm not really interested in them," I said.
"Emily was initiated by the other girls on the team a month ago," Coach Maria told Nicole. "From what they've told me, she was very happy to be initiated." She looked at me frankly, and I blushed. I had never been sure what Coach knew of my initiation, and I figured it was a ‘don't ask, don't tell' kind of situation.
Nicole said, "Really...do you have any special....friends?" I knew what she meant. I didn't have any girlfriends, other than my sister Kira. We were fucking like mad, every chance we got, which was pretty much every night, but there was no way I could tell my Coach or Coach’s, uh, wife, that I was enthusiastically fucking my own sister.
"Uh, no," I said, looking down. Nicole leaned forward, and took my hands in hers. Her hands were warm and strong.