Janice Zwink stood in front of the mirror above the bathroom sink in the inexpensive motel room she was staying in, naked and still moist from the shower she had taken. She winced when she looked up while taking off her shower cap and saw the tiny patches of peach fuzz under her arms, the product of a week or so of neglect, and she reflexively looked around the room for a forgotten razor that was 250 miles away.
The large mirror revealed that and every single flaw - real or imagined - in her slightly plump body. The little swell of her tummy and slightly thick thighs looked enormous to the teen, while her grapefruit-sized breasts looked woefully out of proportion to her fuller hips, which was why Janice quickly pulled on her rather matronly nightgown.
Out in the motel room itself, Janice's chess coach and mentor Ms. Boyer was in bed and waiting for her. Janice had been stunned when they entered the room earlier for the first time and she saw there was only one bed. A king sized bed to be fair but only one of them, and while Janice didn't say anything she could tell that Coach Boyer saw her initial reaction.
Janice had been shocked even though it was precisely what the girl had wanted and dreamed of for a long time. A trip away from home with her mentor and no one else, with no one she knew to notice and judge, and when Janice thought of the term mentor she had to smile because her game had progressed so much that she was now the superior chess player to her coach and was expected to steamroll the competition at the tournament she was here to compete in, the reason the two of them were in Buffalo, New York.
The trip was being paid for by Coach Boyer as an 18th birthday present to her, and while Janice was now an adult her mother didn't blink when she told her in case she was worried about her being away from home for the first time Ms. Boyer was coming along as a chaperone. Did that mean Mother didn't care or had she figured out that her only child was gay? Janice no longer cared. All she cared about was Ms. Boyer.
After Janice brushed her teeth she grabbed a towel and when she did she saw Ms. Boyer's bra which had fallen off the edge of the vanity, and when Janice picked it up a beige foam cone fell out of one of the cups of the harness and bounced crazily on the tiles. She quickly put it back in place, wondering why Coach bothered with such an enhancement since she made no other concessions to femininity. Janice found her coach erotic regardless.
The fifty something woman had sported a very close cropped haircut for all the years Janice had been studying with her, and while it did nothing to soften her rather mannish look Janice had become accustomed to it and rather liked it on Coach Boyer - liked everything about her mentor - even though the butch woman was nothing like Janice's only previous girlfriend who was ultra feminine and her age.
Janice tried not to hyperventilate as she prepared to go out into the motel room proper, reminding herself that she had been waiting for this moment forever. All her efforts at flirting and clumsily trying to let Coach Boyer know that she was available and hers for the taking - all the nights spent crying because Coach had treated her just like one of the Chess team. Couldn't she tell how she felt about her?
Perhaps Coach did understand. Maybe that was why they were in a room with only one bed. Maybe that was why Coach Boyer had been making a lot of contact with her of late, putting her hands on Janice's shoulders while looking down at her playing, gently kneading her neck and making the teen's heart skip a beat. Maybe that was what Coach meant when she initially mentioned her sponsoring her protege in the tournament and saying she would be accompanying her.
"I will join you if you don't mind, even though I realize that you don't need a chaperone. After all, you're no longer a child but a woman. Correct?"
"Yes Ms. Boyer," Janice replied as a shiver went through her body courtesy of her mentor's hand on her forearm, and Ms. Boyer couldn't have missed the telltale goosebumps that followed her touch.
Now they were in a strange place in a distant city and although her mentor had accurately called her a woman she felt like a scared child. Janice turned the knob and slowly opened the creaking door. The room itself was dimly lit, with only a night light and the streetlights streaming through the blinds acting as illumination, but Janice could see Ms. Boyer very clearly laying on the bed with only a sheet covering her, and that white shield was down just below her trim waist, low enough to show that Coach was naked underneath.
Janice froze in place as she looked at Miss Boyer from across the room, and it occurred to the girl that despite her spending hours with her teacher, she had never seen any part of her body except for her forearms. Miss Boyer never wore a skirt or shorts, only slacks and her blouses were always very modest garments, usually with long sleeves. There was nothing modest about her mentor now who reclined with her hands linked behind her neck and only the sheet hiding her lower torso.
Janice thought Ms. Boyer might be sleeping because her eyes were closed, and that's why the girl felt emboldened to stare at her like she was. The girl had often fantasized about what her coach would look like without clothes, and although she thought her imagination had covered all possibilities, clearly she was incorrect because the girl had never seen a woman who looked like this.
Oddly, if someone were to tell the older woman that she was amazingly androgynous in appearance, Janice thought that not only wouldn't her mentor even blink she might revel in it. One time Janice felt embarrassed when someone mistook Ms. Boyer for a man at a chess match with another school, but not only did Coach not correct the error she acted like she didn't care.
Janice wasn't used to seeing Ms. Boyer without her trademark wire frame rectangular glasses for one thing, but the teen's eyes moved on from there. Miss Boyer was skinny, something that Janice had deduced despite the rather shapeless clothes her mentor always wore, and the way she was resting made her pale elbows looked quite pointed. What captured the girl's attention were the tufts of dark brown hair that filled the deep recesses of Ms. Boyer's armpits, underarms that judging by their bushy appearance might never have felt the sting of a razor.
The truly stunning part of Coach Boyer were her breasts, or more accurately the total absence of anything besides what might have been slight swells on her shallow chest. Part of that may have been due to the woman being on her back, but even so the flatness of Ms. Boyer's chest was startling. The older woman certainly wasn't ashamed of this or else she wouldn't have gone to sleep like she was. It was almost as if she wanted Janice to see her, and then when the girl looked up she saw that Ms. Boyer wasn't asleep but wide awake and looking at her.
"Are you alright Janice?" she asked in her husky voice.
"Oh. Uh. Yes Ms. Boyer," Janice stuttered.
"You're welcome to come over if you like " Ms. Boyer suggested. "I can put something on if you would prefer."
"No," Janice said in a voice much louder and urgently than she wanted, and on wobbly knees made her way over to the side of the bed where she tried and failed not to look at the woman who was resting in the middle of the bed.
"Sit down Dear," Coach Boyer directed, and the girl followed instructions, sitting as lightly as she could on the edge of the bed and concentrating on maintaining eye contact with her mentor despite the distractions. "There's another room key on the dresser - for the room next door.
"Why?" Janice asked while trying to look at the slight indentations on the bridge of her teacher's nose caused by years of wearing glasses and not at the other areas.
"In case I misread you and your interest in me," Ms. Boyer replied. "I don't often but it has happened."
"No," Janice answered as she swallowed hard. "I've - I've been trying to get you to notice me for years. I don't know how to seduce anybody but I was praying that you might... "
"I thought as much, but you also realized why I couldn't do that because of my role as your teacher," Ms. Boyer explained, "although you've been a woman physically for a while, and that made it difficult for me to resist temptation. Especially when Madison came into your life."
