Ch. 04 Ellie Loves Ai and Ayla

I've never been able to fully understand sexual attraction. I'd like to. I'd like to be able to figure out why I'm attracted to some, and not others.

I know physical attraction is a big part of it. But there's so much more. Take Kayla Anderson, for instance. The moment I first laid eyes on her I was attracted, partly because she is stunningly beautiful.

As head coach of the UCLA Women's Tennis Team, it's my job to pick talent. I knew of Kayla through her coach, Julie Fraser, one of the consultants we bring in to help round out our players. Kayla doesn't know this, but Julie is a big reason why she made our traveling team as a freshman. I watched recordings of Kayla play and knew her stats. Julie was right. Here was a person that could probably go pro. This was something I was familiar with. Kayla was me about 10 or 12 years ago. I got a tennis scholarship to UCLA and ended up beating a national champ. That helped launch a pro career, until a knee injury ended it about 3 years ago.

By the way, Julie is also extremely beautiful, and an exciting and sensuous lover.

The first time I saw Kayla in person was at our first practice as a team last fall. She walked into our tennis arena with her brother, Kai. Kai's a real looker too. I noticed something pass between the two as Kai went up into the stands to watch, and Kayla continued out onto center court. It was more than a brother/sister thing, but I dismissed it at the time.

Kayla's the one who really caught my eye. She's about 5'6", 110 pounds. She looks like she stepped out of a Swedish fashion magazine. Honey-blonde hair down to her shoulder blades (tied in a pony tail), a slender waist, and an athletic build. One of her best attributes is her breasts: large, round, and firm - they don't even bounce that much when she runs after a ball.

I was immediately attracted to her physically. By the way, I'm pretty equal when it comes to my attraction to men and women. I've loved both over the years since losing my virginity to... well, I'll get into that later. But there was more to why I was drawn to Kayla. We exchanged a look as she approached the rest of the team. Something sparkled in her eyes, and it wasn't just the "I recognize you from the pro tennis circuit" sort of look. She seemed open and curious and easy going.

I was hooked immediately, but had to put on my "game face" as coach and hide my initial feelings.

"Welcome, Kayla!" I said brightly as she set her racket bag down and shook my hand. "I'm Ellie, and my coaching staff, which you've already met."

Kayla shook hands with my two assistant coaches. She seemed shy and a bit reserved at the time. I figured she was a little in awe of being picked for the team as one of only two freshman.

I introduced her to the six other girls on the team, and we got into the practice. I watched Kayla play against the rest of the team. She was good, very very good, and held her own against much more experienced players.

As I observed her moving about the court, I was impressed by her flexibility, agility, and how good she looked running after a tennis ball. Now, I know, a coach is not supposed to be thinking about such things, but I couldn't help it. Kayla was an attractive female - and more. I found myself wondering if she was bisexual, or maybe just gay.

As she approached me after one of the games, I noticed her nipples protruding out from her sports bra. They stuck straight out from her chest, no sagging at all. I was starting to respond physically, and wondered if my smaller nipples were showing through my bra! Did I notice her checking out my boobs?

"How'd I do, Coach?" she asked, a little breathless, her chest heaving from activity - making her nipples stick out even more.

"Great for a first day," I said, offering her a sports drink, which she took, our fingers touching as she took the bottle from my hand. "Walk with me."

We started moving towards the showers. Kai, her brother, came down from the stands and greeted us.

"That was awesome, Kayla!" he said, giving her a big hug.

For a second I thought they were going to kiss each other, but I was sure at the time that it was just my imagination.

"Thanks, Kai!" Kayla said, breaking from the hug and turning to me. "This is my twin brother, Kai," she said to me. "Kai, meet Coach Jameson."

I reached out my hand to this specimen of a man. Over six feet, large muscular build, more honey-blonde hair, cut short. Another Swedish model in the making. Twins, huh?

"Please, call me Ellie," I said to Kai.

"Nice to meet you, Ellie," he said, taking my hand. It was warm and surprisingly soft for a guy, though his grip was strong. "She's a pretty good player, huh?" he asked.

"Not bad for a freshman," I responded, dropping Kai's hand and touching Kayla on the shoulder.

Kayla looked a little crestfallen.

"Don't worry," I said, rubbing her shoulder slightly. "We'll get you in perfect shape! In fact, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Okay," Kayla said. "I guess I'll catch up to you later, Kai," she said to her brother.

"That's okay. I gotta go anyway. Football practice starts in thirty."

With that, Kai turned and jogged away.

Kayla turned to face me and we started walking again to the showers.

"Normally I'd bring in one of our consultants to help iron a few things out, but you've already worked with one of them - Julie Fraser?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Julie's been our coach for forever!"

"Right," I said, already knowing that. "Well, I'm not sure she's the one to help hone you. I think I'll take on that duty myself."

To be honest, I think my attraction to Kayla may have played a part, a big part, in that decision. But... oh well, I'm the coach and I can do what I want.

"Let's get together and start by reviewing some recordings. Meet me in my office after you shower."

Kayla and I walked into the locker room. I headed to my office while Kayla went to her locker just outside. I was used to seeing women in various stages of undress and usually didn't think much of it. But while I was setting up some video to review with Kayla, I couldn't help but glance over at her a few times.

Kayla didn't seem to mind being undressed in front of others. She quickly stripped off her tennis outfit and turned about a 45 degree angle away from me, carrying her towel to the showers. I could tell how large her breasts were, and even caught site of one of her areola as she went by. I was lusting after an 18 year old!

I turned my head away as she entered the showers and concentrated on what I was doing, though I must admit, I was starting to feel very aroused by this new student.

"See this shot here," I said as we sat down later in my office.

Kayla nodded, looking at a video of her game from today's practice.

"The reason you are returning the serve too close to the line is a slight upturn in your wrist. It's more common than you know, and not something just anyone would notice."

"Okay," she said, looking up at me. "What do we do?"

"It's a habit you've gotten into, Kayla," I said, clicking off the TV. "Let's do a little one-on-one before practice tomorrow and we'll see if we can correct it."

Before practice the next day I met Kayla at a side court. I positioned her facing the net as if she was going to return a serve.

"Now, I'm going to show you what you're doing," I said as I stood behind her and came up close.

I put my right arm around Kayla's waist to grasp her racket. To do so, I had to press myself into her back and hips. She felt so soft and yet strong. My body leaned into the curves of her ass. My face was less than an inch from hers. Her hair smelled sweet, flowers on a spring day. Her cheek was soft and inviting, her arms strong and yet slim and dainty.

"See, Kayla," I said, trying to concentrate. "Just before you hit, you're turning the racket up just a slight bit." I demonstrated by twisting her wrist slightly. "What happens to your racket is that it simply tips up just slightly too, sending the ball too far." I reached my left arm around and as I was about to put my fingers on the racket face, my palm grazed her left breast. Oooh, that felt good! "See?" I said.

Kayla turned towards my face and our lips almost met. I let go of her racket face and quickly pulled away (though I didn't want to). "Yeah, I guess you're right," she said.

"So, we fix it," I said, twisting her right wrist down, "by pointing the racket more towards the ground just before you start your swing." I pulled her arm back and demonstrated what I meant. "That way, when you swing forward, the racket will come up at just the right attack angle."

"Okay," Kayla said, smiling. "Can we try it?"

I signaled our assistant to serve some balls. At first, I stayed right up against Kayla to make sure her muscles followed my suggested path. She pushed back against me as she swung, moving her hips across my pubic mound. After I was satisfied, I moved to the side to critique her new technique. She was making progress, but it would take time and more one-on-one coaching.

A week later, the team hosted a party for the players, coaches, and close friends. Kai and Kayla were there. I noticed some looks and touches between those two that got me curious.

I sat an out of the way table, mostly observing how my girls were getting along. The party was at an off-campus venue, a swanky restaurant where we had one of their back rooms. It was fairly dark and lit mostly by candles. My goal was for just such a subdued and quiet atmosphere.

"Thank you so much, Coach!" Kayla said as she walked up to my table.

She looked gorgeous in tight light blue leggings that clung so close that I could see the outline of her pussy as she approached. My gaze traveled up to a white, almost sheer blouse, that did a poor job hiding her impressive breasts, covered in a lacy white bra. Her eyes sparkled and her hair flew free as she hurriedly sat.

"Thank me for what?" I said, still very flustered over my growing sexual feelings towards her.

"Didn't you see?" she said, clearly excited. "I moved my return back a whole foot from the line. Your method is working!"

As she said this, she reached across the table and put her hand on my arm. Her soft fingers felt marvelous, and the hairs on my arms started standing up straight while other, more sensuous feelings, began between my legs.

I laughed, a bit nervously as I recall. "I saw!" I said, putting my other hand on hers. "You're doing great!"

She smiled at me and left her hand on my arm.

"And, by the way," I said, not moving. "Here, it's Ellie, not Coach." I smiled back. We'd made a connection.

"Well," Kayla said, getting up, "I hope this doesn't mean you won't help me one-on-one anymore."

"I want to be there for you in any way I can," I said, hoping she'd get my double meaning.

"I'd love that," she said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you much better, if that's okay?"

"Of course!" I said, not nervous now, but expectant.

"You've got a lot to teach me," she said, with a slightly mischievous look in her eyes.

I continued to work closely with Kayla. I couldn't help but notice that she smiled at me differently than before. She seemed to want more of the type of coaching that required me to touch her or press up against her. And it could have been my imagination, but I swore she purposefully exposed a little more of her body as she walked to the showers.

"That's such a great outfit!" she said one day as she entered my office.

"Oh," I said. "It's new."

"It shows off your nice figure," she said.

I thought about whether it was wise to keep flirting with a student. But I realized we are both adults, and Kayla was doing as much if not more of it than me.

Things changed about a month later. I got word that Kayla had been selected for the NCAA Women's Freshman Tennis Training Center. Every year, the nation's best freshman women's tennis players get invited to Indianapolis for a week-long series of seminars and training with top coaches. I happened to be one of those coaches, so it only made sense for Kayla and I to travel together.

The NCAA put me up in a very nice suite on the top floor of a fancy hotel. Players and other coaches from all over the country filled up most of the hotel's rooms. It was a big deal. To my surprise, Kayla had a room to herself down the hall. She'd made the arrangements herself. I guess her mom is some kind of rich tech guru and can afford to give her daughter the best. I didn't mind. It meant we were closer to each other.

After the first day's sessions, we met in Kayla's room to watch the videos and critique. She had a nice suite with a large living room and equally large bedroom. I noticed that there was only one king-sized bed.

Kayla sat close to me on the couch, our legs touching as we watched. At one point on the video, Kayla scored a great return against probably the best freshman player in the country.

"Yay!" she cried, standing up and raising her arms in the air. "That was so awesome, and it's all thanks to you!"

She turned towards me, and leaned over like she was going to give me a hug. Instead, she placed her lips on mine and kissed me. The kiss was so delicate and light, and her lips felt so soft and smooth. It sent shockwaves into my pussy.

She pulled back slightly. "I hope that was okay," she said, looking for my reaction. "I've been wanting to do that for so long!"

We were about to move well beyond a coach and student relationship. Now that I knew Kayla wanted it too, I let my guard fall.

"I've wanted to kiss you from the moment we first met, Kayla," I said, moving up towards her face.

As we kissed again, I felt the tip of her tongue. I opened my lips and felt her push her tongue into my mouth, searching for my tongue. When they met, it was like someone plugged me into an electrical outlet. Feelings of pleasure ran through my body. I almost put my hand behind her head to kiss her even more deeply, but hesitated.

I pulled back. "Kayla, we should probably talk about this."

Kayla looked disappointed and sat down next to me. "Did I go too far?" she said.

"Oh no, not at all," I said, placing my hand on her thigh. "I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us."

"Me either," she said, putting her hand on top of mine.

"So... how far do you see us going?" I asked.

Kayla smiled. "Oh," she said. "I see. Well... let's say I really enjoyed kissing your lips and touching your tongue, but I would love for you use that tongue to explore my other lips, touch my clit and put your fingers in my pussy! Does that answer your question?"

"It does!" I said and leaned over, pushing my tongue into her mouth this time. As we kissed, we kept moving our heads side to side, so our tongues could explore fully. She was an exceptional kisser, and I was already getting pretty aroused.

She put her hands on my shoulders and started tracing her fingers down my arms, moving across the graze my nipples. It sent amazing shivers through me.

After a few minutes of this, Kayla straddled my lap, opening her legs so her skirt rode up revealing a pink thong. She began grinding her pelvis against mine. So hot!

I broke off and held her face in my hands. "Kayla, I'm so excited, literally, that I want to strip off my clothes and eat you right here, but..."

"But what's stopping you?" she asked. "Sounds good to me!"

"I really want to savor this, not hurry through it," I said. I looked around her room for a moment, when a thought struck me. "Why don't you give me about twenty minutes, and then come over to my room. I have a surprise for you."

"Oooh, I love surprises!" Kayla said. "I can't wait!"

I rushed back to my room. My heart was actually racing as I realized this 18 year old specimen of a woman wanted me, someone 12 years her senior! I left the door unlocked. After putting on some soft music over the room's speaker system, I went into my bedroom. I opened my suitcase and pulled out something I'd brought along, just in case things went well with Kayla. Candles. Lots of them.

I placed and lit candles by my bed, and then in the giant bathroom. Not only did this bathroom have a stone shower, but also a jetted tub. I filled it with warm water, and then surrounded it with candles.

As the steam began to spread, I removed my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. Kayla had not yet seen me naked. Would this 5'5" woman be attractive enough? I cupped my boobs. They were no where near as large as Kayla's, but not too small either. I touched my light brown nipples to make them stand up. I was really looking forward to Kayla's tongue on those tits. I viewed my narrow waist, flat stomach, and slim, yet muscular, legs. I let my dark brown hair free to fall below my shoulders. Finally, I hoped she would enjoy my dark brown bush that was trimmed around my pussy, but pretty full other than that.

I wondered what Kayla's pussy looked like. I was about to find out. The thought gave me goosebumps.

At about the twenty minute mark, I stepped into the tub and started the jets. The warm water and stream of bubbles was exhilarating. I was ready.

I heard the door to my room open and close with a click, and another click as the night lock engaged. Moments later Kayla stepped into the bathroom. I don't know what she'd worn in the hallway, but the woman before me was wearing only a sheer white coverup.

Kayla looked around the room at the candles and the hot tub, and her eyes rested on me. The jets had gone off and the water was now still. Her gaze fell to my chest. I noticed that my nipples just grazed the surface of the water. She looked down further to my bush, which she could see clearly in the still water.

She looked back up to my eyes and smiled seductively. Without saying a word, her hands pulled the coverup off her shoulders. It fell to the floor slowly, as if floating on a gentle wind. Underneath, Kayla was wearing a pink lacy bra and matching thong. Without saying a word, Kayla reached her hands behind her back and undid the bra. It slipped over her shoulders and fell to the ground. She then stepped out of her thong and stood above me.

She was even more incredibly beautiful than I'd imagined. A little taller than me, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Her breasts were magnificent. Big round globes surrounding almost translucent areola and large firm nipples that indeed stood straight out. I'd never seen breasts like that before.

My gaze fell to her flat stomach and blonde bush. Unlike some blondes, the color of her bush matched her hair and eyebrows - honey-colored and trimmed up the sides but full over her pubic mound.

"You ready for me?" she said softly, looking into my eyes.

"I'm kind of taken aback by your beauty, Kayla. It makes me want you even more!" I said, reaching my hand up.

"You are a beauty yourself, Ellie. I love your breasts and can't wait to sink my face into your bush!"

She stepped into the tub, and sat opposite me. Her large breasts floated in the water, her nipples dipping above and below the surface.

Kayla stretched her legs out and placed her feet around my waist. Her legs were silky smooth as they slipped easily around me.

"Come here!" I said, reaching for her hands and pulling her in close. As she slid over my thighs, our bodies connected and she put her hands around my head as I put mine around her waist.

Our tongues met again, this time kissing and tonguing freely. I moved my hands up behind her head and pulled her even closer. I sucked on her tongue and she sucked on mine.

I felt her hands move around to touch my breasts.

"My nipples are hard for you," I said, breaking off, but staying inches from her face, looking into her eyes.

"I can tell," Kayla said, her fingers finding my tits. She moved her fingers quickly across them, sending more shivers through me. She leaned back slightly and took both nipples between her thumb and index fingers. When she squeezed and pulled on them, my chest arched up.