Authors Note: This offering is a short interlude in the Soccer Mom series. We learn more about Lydia's daughter Stacey. In a way, it was Stacey's fault that Lydia spent the night with Julie. Lydia found a text message between Stacey and one of her friends about the huge crush she had on her coach and it helped Lydia to admit her own desires.
Stacey Osborne's clit was still tingling as she drove home from "studying" with her friend and teammate Kate. The two young women had just spent the last three hours with their heads between each others thighs, tongues caressing rock hard throbbing clits, fingers exploring soaking wet pussies.
The YMCA women's travel soccer team was a hotbed of lesbian activity, most of the players were at least exploring their sexuality during trips to games and the back of the bus usually was filled with soft moans along with the musky scent of arousal. Stacey had learned much about pleasure during those trips and had used that knowledge to make herself a popular woman amongst the female faculty at college. She had eaten her way to better grades, been tied up to cover missing assignments, and on one memorable occasion spent a weekend being fucked in both holes by strapon wearing Miss Reynolds her Women's Studies professor and her partner. Still, Stacey's ultimate crush, her Everest, her Moby Dick was her soccer coach Julie.
Julie was everything that Stacey looked for in another woman. She was tall and moved with a feline grace from years of athletic competition. Stacey had taken Julie's yoga class a few times at the Y but had to stop because she couldn't relax with Julie clad in skintight lycra moving through the different poses at the head of the group. Her pussy would throb and her own leotard would become soaked at the crotch. Calm and serenity wouldn't come until after the class when she would rub her clit in the shower and brought herself to orgasm several times imagining it was Julie fingering her.
Still, her time spent with Kate was more than satisfactory. Anna, also on the team and a lover as well, would join in usually but today she had to work. Kate was a short tomboy. The team's goalie, she was built like a fireplug, Kate looked slightly chubby, but was very strong. She wore her hair short, changing the color regularly matching her trimmed pubes and armpit hair to what was on her head. Kate was also very much a dominate partner, and while Stacey didn't feel like a submissive, she usually let Kate take the lead in bed. Today was no exception as Kate had pushed her back on the bed as soon as she arrived and straddled her head. Under the rah-rah skirt she wore, Kate was naked, her pussy was framed by a patch of fire engine red hair that she ground into Stacey's face. Stacey had parted those curls with her tongue and eagerly lapped away at the pussy until Kate's powerful thighs almost crushed her head when she came filling Stacey's mouth with her delicious cream. Only after she came a second time did Kate rise off of Stacey's head. They both undressed and fell back into bed to mutually pleasure each other as the afternoon passed.
