If you're looking for a wham bam, thank you ma'am story, then this isn't for you. I spent several weeks coming up with a storyline that would follow the flow I wanted it to have. I hope you enjoy it. Please rate and comment at the end.
Note to All - No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
Lesbian Surprise
Jamie - age 18 - blonde hair, blue eyes, 34B-24-36, 5'9", 130 lbs.
Leah - age 28 - brown hair, brown eyes, 36C-26-36, 5'11", 135 lbs.
Growing up the daughter of athletes had its advantages. I was blessed with the athletic prowess that had been passed on to me by my Dad and Mom. Dad played football and baseball in high school and college. Mom played softball and basketball in high school and college as well. I chose soccer as my passion to focus on in high school but I also ran track because it helped me with my speed and agility. I LOVE SOCCER!!!! I was so good at soccer that my coach applied for a waiver, and it was granted, for me to start playing girls varsity soccer in the 7th grade. Not to boast or anything, but my ball handling skills, my speed, my passing, my scoring, and my ability to rack up assists made me a six year starter on the varsity team. I was also team captain my final four years in high school. We won the state girls soccer championship five of the six years I played. The only year we didn't win the title was my 8th grade year when we had four starters, myself included, out with season ending injuries.
The brains behind our success was our coach, Leah Reynolds. To look at her, you would say to yourself that there was absolutely no way she could coach soccer, much less motivate a bunch of teenage drama queens to play together in such a manner as to win state titles. She had the unenviable task of replacing Coach Williams, who retired after 40 years of teaching US History and coaching the girls soccer team to 19 state titles during his tenure. Coach Reynolds had an impressive record in high school and college. She was on two state title winning soccer teams in high school in Texas and she was on two national championship teams in college in California. Coach Reynolds didn't strike anyone as fierce until we hit the soccer field for our first conditioning drills when I was in 7th grade. What was striking off the field was her beauty, her demure poise, and her soft spoken manner in the classroom. What was striking on the soccer field was her beast like attitude. Imagine a beauty queen with a desire to do nothing but win.
For six years, I poured my guts, my soul, sometimes blood and bruises, and energy into carrying on the tradition that Coach Williams had established at our high school. I may have exuded pure beauty and femininity away from the soccer field, but I wasn't going to let my looks detract from the fact that I wanted to win and be successful. While I ran track for fun, I lived and breathed soccer. My grades never suffered either. I graduated high school with a 98.3 academic score average, a feat I was quite proud of. I had 58 academic scholarship offers and 31 soccer scholarship offers to ponder. In February of my senior year, on my 18th birthday, I chose a soccer scholarship to a major university that had a reputation of always being in the college championship hunt. Five of my teammates also got soccer scholarships to other major programs as well. Coach Reynolds accompanied all of us to our campus visits with our parents because, as she put it, "I want my girls to be happy with the choices they make."
Fast forward to high school graduation weekend. I graduated on the last Friday evening of May at our high school football stadium. After posing for, what felt like a billion photos and selfies with family, friends, and classmates, I was ready to get home, change into some comfy clothes, and celebrate. Coach Reynolds found me and we hugged and cried together for several minutes. After we ugly cried, we fixed our make up and took a whole bunch of selfies together and had Dad take a bunch of photos of us together as well. I had invited her to my graduation party at our house a few weeks prior and I confirmed that she was coming before Mom, Dad, and I headed to our car to go home.
When we got home, I walked in the house and just started ugly crying again.
Mom asked "What's wrong Jamie?"
"Mom, I just want to thank you and Dad for doing a great job raising me, teaching me to do good, and being amazing role models."
Mom and Dad both started crying and I pulled them both to me and we had a wonderful, bonding group hug.
"We are so proud of you Jamie", Dad said.
"Yes we are love", confirmed Mom. "Now, go get freshened up and change for the celebration. Guests will be here in about an hour." And, with that, she smacked me on the butt as I walked away.
I went to my room and stripped out of my little white mini dress I had worn under my cap and gown. I hadn't bothered with bra or panties because it was so hot and humid at the football stadium. I jumped in to a cold shower because I wanted to cool off. I got out, dried off, and dressed in my favorite faded, loose fitting jeans, a pink tank top with padding built in to cover any hardening nipples that may appear, and my new pink and white sneakers Mom bought me last weekend for my graduation celebration. I didn't bother with bra or panties due to the outside heat. I combed my hair, and grabbed my curling iron to create some curls to frame my face. I went with a subtle pink lip gloss but chose no make up because the party was going to be outside and I knew it would be a losing cause in the heat. I put on just a hint of eye liner to bring out my eyes. I went out to the kitchen to help Mom and Dad with the food and drinks and our invited guests began to arrive.
It was a small gathering of about 40 people. We had enough food and beverages to feed a small Army, or so it seemed. Those that we had invited that couldn't make it called via the regular voice phone way, FaceTime, or Skype. About 20 minutes into the socializing before we ate, the doorbell rang and I told Mom I would get it. I went to answer the door. I opened it. Standing before me, looking absolutely drop dead gorgeous, was Coach Reynolds. Her hair was down, a departure from the usual buns I saw her with at school and on the soccer field. She had on a dark green cotton dress, green and tan wedges, a beautiful matching tan and green necklace, and matching green earrings. She wore a faint hint of dark red lipstick and a green eye shadow that accentuated her eyes. She was breath taking.
"Coach Reynolds, I'm so happy you made it."
"I wasn't gonna miss your party. You invited me and I'm glad you did. Some of your other classmates had invited me to their celebrations but I wanted to come to yours. And, please................call me Leah. I'm no longer your coach. I'm Leah and I'm hoping we can be friends now that you have finished high school."
"I would love that so much."
And I stepped forward to hug her and kiss her on both cheeks, British style. I grabbed her by the hand, interlocking our fingers and had her come with me to where everyone else was gathered in the dining room and back patio. I introduced Leah to everyone there. She was so charming. I felt this strange energy between us. What was it? I couldn't put my finger on it. I spent a lot of time talking to everyone but always made my way back to Leah. I wanted to spend time with her because I didn't know how often I was going to get to see her after I left for college. I think we took another hundred or so photos together and in the selfie format.
After a lot of eating and chatting with everyone, the party started to wind down. I thanked everyone for coming, hugged them, and walked them all to their cars. Leah volunteered to help me, Mom, and Dad clean up.
"Coach, I mean Leah, you don't have to help." Mom said.
"Yeah Leah, it's ok." Dad chimed in.