My time with Maddie at the state tournament was as intense an experience as I've ever had in my life. I also was left with deep admiration for Maddie. I knew her injury was painful, but she refused to let her teammates down, and she was spectacular on Day 2, leading the team to the state championship. When the results were announced, the team and coaches were overjoyed, screaming, crying, and hugging. In the melee, Maddie hugged me, both of us bawling with joy, and she said, "Thank you so much Laura... for everything." We shared a look that made me tingle. "I love you so much," she blurted out.
"I love you too, Maddie," I said, suddenly worried if anyone was watching our interaction.
The facility had a training room, and I spent time there as Maddie iced her hip. I examined her to see how her injury had fared, but there were other athletes and coaches in the room and, of course, Maddie stayed in her uniform, including her cheer panty. As I put her through some stretches to gauge her pain, we both knew that the other was thinking about the in-room exams I had done with Maddie naked from the waist down. Despite telling myself to act my age and be professional, I wanted desperately to undress Maddie and reward her courage and leadership by bringing her to another orgasm. The longing in Maddie's eyes said that she was thinking the same thing. But after 20 minutes of ice, I left the locker room so Maddie could shower and dress, knowing that I might not be able to maintain my composure seeing her naked.
When Maddie and the last two of her teammates emerged from the locker room, Maddie's gait was off slightly as her hip had tightened up. One of the other coaches said, "Maddie is pretty special, isn't she?"
"She definitely is," I answered, enjoying my private thoughts of the last two days. Maddie was beautiful, wearing a cute white Henley top, a short, but appropriate skirt, and sneakers and her damp hair pinned up in the back. The sun had set by the time the team was ready to get on the team van. Someone had put a handwritten sign in the windshield that said "STATE CHAMPS ONLY."
As Maddie passed me, I asked how she was and, as eighteen-year-olds are wont to do, she said she was "okay." I was struck by how lovely she was, just out of the shower, with next to no makeup left from the competition. "Can I sit next to you on the ride home?" Maddie asked with hopeful eyes. The "good angel" on one shoulder told me to make an excuse that I had to sit with the other coaches. But, even before the devil on my other shoulder could argue, I gave in and told her that was a splendid idea.
When I got in the van and looked for Maddie, she waved and I saw that she was in a row near the middle of the van that was across from the equipment rack. That meant there was no seat across from our row. As I approached Maddie, sitting in the aisle seat, I had a strong feeling that her choice of a row was intentional. She smiled, turned her knees into the aisle, and stood up to let me in to the window seat. When she sat back down, her tanned, athletic legs were beautiful, even under the dim overheard lights. Maddie had a very happy look on her face, and she said, "Thank you for sitting with me Laura. I hope it's okay if I fall asleep."