FLAG FOOTBALL 1
This is a work of lesbian fiction. All of the characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by high school girls engaging in lesbian sexual situations, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Athletics / Lesbian High School)
The girls of El Capitan High School were decidedly excited upon hearing the news. Their school district and athletic league had both agreed to introduce Girls Flag Football as a varsity sport in the fall. The sport was quickly gaining momentum throughout Southern California, largely due to its innovative rules.
Rather than the rough, 11-man game that the boys played, girls flag football would consist of 7 to a side, and would take place on a smaller gridiron. Importantly, there would be no blocking, and contact would be actively discouraged. With no big bodies needed to block or tackle in the trenches, and with every offensive player an eligible receiver, the game was designed for more nimble and athletic girls.
With the non-contact sport purposely intended to be no more dangerous than soccer or basketball, many parents were on board with allowing their daughters to play on the new school team. Even some of the prettier, more feminine girls were considering signing on.
Unfortunately, El Capitan High only had permission to play. There was no coach, no team, and no uniforms. Junior, Paula Schultz, an all-league shortstop on the softball team took the initiative to get the ball rolling.
Calling an afterschool meeting of all the interested girls, it was held in an empty classroom. Paula had the foresight to print out a copy of the official CIF rules from their website. This would give all of the girls an opportunity to learn what to expect.
Approximately 20 girls showed up for the meeting. They ranged in age from freshmen to juniors, as the current seniors would be graduating prior to the start of flag football at El Capitan.
With all of the girls sitting at a desk, Paula walked to the front of the classroom. The tall, biracial 16-year-old was dressed casually in a pair of maroon athletic shorts, and a t-shirt emblazoned with "Conquistador Softball."
Sitting on the edge of the teacher's desk, Paula crossed her tan, slender legs as she began to speak. Paula was a natural leader, and the girls listened attentively as she explained the rules, which included a youth-size football for the smaller hands of the teenage girls.
Paula rightly surmised that speed and quickness would be important elements of the game. One girl, a big-bodied shot putter on the track team, seemed disappointed that there would be no physical contact, and that her size and lack of speed would be more of a hindrance than help.
One girl who looked particularly excited about the opportunity was a pretty, blonde, blue-eyed freshman girl that Paula didn't know. Sitting in the front row, the young girl seemed to hang on every word that Paula spoke as she explained as much as she knew, and tried to answer whatever questions came up.
As the meeting broke up, the girls voted unanimously for Paula to be the team captain. Looking at the pretty, young blonde, Paula asked her to stick around for a minute.
"What's your name?" Paula asked politely. "Kelly Michaels," the girl cheerfully answered. Her snow-white teeth were gleaming as she coquettishly smiled at Paula. Kelly was wearing a tank top and small jean shorts on the warm spring day. Kelly didn't appear to wearing a bra, and her perky adolescent boobs and her rigid nipples were enticingly pressing against the fabric of her pink and white tank top.
At 5'10", Paula towered over the 5'2" freshman girl who was now standing. "Have you ever played any sports?" Paula asked. "I played soccer when I was younger," Kelly replied. "But, I want to run track here, at El Capitan. I'm pretty fast," the 14-year-old added modestly. Paula put that into her mental notebook as they exited the classroom.
El Capitan's principal and athletic director decided to put together a small hiring committee to review applications and interview candidates for the small, three-person staff. It was quietly agreed that the school didn't want to hire a traditional fire and brimstone head football coach who was only familiar with the hard-hitting boy's game.
A female head coach was preferred. An innovative former athlete was sought for the part-time position. A modest stipend would be paid from the August conditioning period through the short football season.
Eventually, Myra Stimson was selected. Myra had played college basketball, and was the daughter of a well-known retired area high school football coach. At 38, Myra had built a successful accounting business. As the flag football season and her busy tax season didn't coincide, Myra felt confident that she would be able to devote the time necessary in the late summer and early fall to build the program from the ground up.
Myra's first task was to hire two part-time assistant coaches. Realizing that throwing the football would be a top priority, her first hire was a young former quarterback, Kevin Cochran, who had played for her father. The other coach was a 26-year-old former professional tennis player by the name of Carol Walsh, who would be in charge of conditioning in addition to other duties.
At 6'2", Myra had played the center position on her college basketball team. She cut an imposing figure as she welcomed the high school girls to her summer conditioning program.
Myra had been allowed by the school to send out a mass e-mail to all returning sophomore, junior, and senior girls, as well as the incoming freshmen, in an effort to encourage them to try out for the first girls varsity flag football team.
23 courageous girls showed up on the hot August afternoon. Some hadn't yet purchased rubber football cleats, and they wore a variety of athletic shoes with their PE outfits. The girls shifted nervously on the school's athletic field as the coaches addressed them.
After stretching, the 23 girls began running wind sprints... and wind sprints... and wind sprints. The soccer and basketball players among them endured it best. A couple simply stopped running. Their hands were at their sides as they puked or dry-heaved on the side of the field.
Coach Carol was pleased with herself. She was determined to separate the weak from the strong - The dedicated from the curious. On the tennis court, she had often seen the better conditioned athlete beat the more talented athlete.
Two girls stood out during the seemingly endless wind sprints and karaoke drills: Paula Schultz, and Kelly Michaels. Of particular note to coach Myra, Paula was great at encouraging her teammates to strive for more.
Paula had made particular note of Kelly's talent during the recent track & field season. The speedy little freshman had earned all-league honors in the 100-meter and 200-meter sprints. With her sunny blonde hair tied up in two braided pigtails, they looked like two jet contrails as she swiftly ran down the field.
The hard practice was not what some of the girls had expected. A few even expressed displeasure that they hadn't eve seen a football so far. But there was a plan behind coach Carol's conditioning program. El Capitan was going to use their speed and endurance to run their opponents off the football field.
Paula was genuinely exhausted as she sat on a wooden locker room bench following the first day of practice. The practice had been much more physically demanding than anything that she had ever experienced from softball.
The 16-year-old took a deep breath as she removed her white sports bra, revealing her perky B-cup, mocha-colored breasts.
Paula's father was African-American, and her mother was white. They had met when both were scholarship athletes at the same college. Paula had inherited her father's strength and height, and her mother's speed.
Reaching for her small gym towel, Paula walked heavy-legged to the school showers. Exiting, was Kelly Michaels. Her towel was wrapped around her neck as she walked completely nude to her locker. Cooling water was dripping down her lithe body as Paula stopped the 14-year-old.
"Good job out there, Kelly." Paula said. Kelly smiled at the compliment, making no effort to cover her naked body. Paula took a mental photograph of Kelly's small, pointy boobs, flat stomach, and curly blonde pubic hair.
Paula was similarly naked, and neither athlete demonstrated any false modesty. They had both showered in front of other girls many times before. It wasn't any big deal for either.
This time, however, was a little different for Paula. She could feel an unfamiliar fluttering in her stomach as she briefly conversed with the pretty, young runner. Paula had long suspected that she might be attracted to girls. Certainly, she had never felt any particular attraction to boys her own age.
Paula was exotically pretty, but she had never had a real date with a boy... or a girl.
Hell Week was just how it sounded. Four girls quit the squad, bringing the total down to 19 players, including a couple of tiny, incoming freshmen. With the coaching staff satisfied that those who remained were in for the long haul, the following week was to be devoted to actual football practice in addition to conditioning.
Since all of the girls would be eligible receivers, each practiced catching the football. Coach Kevin, the former quarterback turned coach, initially threw the ball gingerly to the girls. He would later increase the speed of the passes in order to better determine who could actually catch a football and who couldn't.
Coach Myra's dad was helpful in drawing up some simple plays and a defensive formation and strategy to hurry the opposing quarterback. As everyone that El Capitan played would be similarly inexperienced, the coaching staff wanted to be sure not to overcomplicate things in season one.
As the coaches watched the girl's practice, they began to assign the girls to offensive and defensive positions. The best athletes, like Paula and Kelly, would likely play both ways.
Finding a quarterback was almost the last position to be filled. Paula quickly excelled at the spot. As an all-league shortstop, she possessed the strong arm and nimble feet that would be needed for the role.
With the start of school approaching, coach Myra laid in bed naked, reviewing the playbook that her dad had assisted with. Myra couldn't help but be distracted as her assistant coach, Carol, nibbled on her big boobs and brown nipples.
Myra and the former professional tennis player had been lesbian lovers for nearly two years, and Carol was annoyed that despite her best efforts, Myra seemed to be more interested in the playbook than making love.
The 5'6" strawberry blonde upped the ante when she inserted two curious fingers into the pussy of the distracted older woman. The 6'2" brunette former basketball player barely seemed to notice when Carol began to frenziedly finger-fuck her.
Finally, putting aside the football playbook, Myra let her younger lover have her way with her. Soon, Carol's pretty face was buried between Myra's long legs, as she enthusiastically ate Myra out.
Myra had a decided affinity for younger women and girls. At 16, she had her first lesbian experience with a 12-year-old neighbor. As the new El Capitan High flag football coach, she was particularly enjoying the sight of all of the pretty, underage girls, running in their small athletic shorts. Their firm young asses bouncing at the command of her whistle.
Adjusting her position on the bed, Myra began to kiss the attractive former tennis player, her hands greedily traversing Carol's taut, athletic body.
Paula was showing great progress at quarterback. She had studied her playbook, and had begun to understand the concept of primary and secondary routes. Instead of throwing to a stationary target at first base, Paula was learning to lead her receivers, and to anticipate when they would be open for a pass.
As coach Carol was explaining a play to Paula, she placed her arm around Paula's shoulder in a nurturing manner. Paula again began to feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach as the pretty, young coach pulled Paula towards her.
Coach Carol hadn't intended anything sexual, but immediately picked up on Paula's sudden body language change and nervous glances. "Could Paula be a fellow sister of Sappho?" the coach wondered. Walking back to the sideline, coach Carol looked back, imagining her face buried in Paula's young crotch.
With the short season fast approaching, the girls on the team were beginning to develop a true camaraderie under Paula's leadership. Kelly was proving unstoppable in practices. Her speed, quickness, and good hands made it almost impossible for anyone to pull her flag. Noticing Kelly's abilities, the coaches introduced new plays and different formations to feature the pretty, sophomore-to-be.
Kelly and Paula were sitting together in the locker room, preparing to take their showers. Their teammates were demonstrating that locker room chatter and bravado were not the exclusive domain of boys.
One particular subject of conversation was their quarterback coach, Kevin Cochran. Not much older than the girls he coached, the handsome 22-year-old's muscular body was the subject of great prurient interest. "I'd like to suck his cock," one of the girls said. "I'd like him to fuck my brains out," said another, eliciting shocked laughter from the other girls.
Paula pretended to go along with the titillating conversation, but was far more interested in admiring Kelly's firm young body. Paula and Kelly had become fast friends over the summer, and had learned that they would soon be celebrating birthday's only days apart. Sometimes Paula would borrow her mother's car, and drive Kelly home after practice. How she longed to lean over and kiss the beautiful blonde in the cute pigtails.
As the girls continued their locker room gossip, Kelly lifted her tight sports bra over her head. Her small, pointy boobs with their pink nipples, sprung quickly to life. Not wanting to be caught staring, Paula strained to look at the adorable 14-year-old from the corner of her eye.
Standing up, Kelly swiftly removed her panties. Her tight little ass bounced provocatively as she headed naked to the showers. Paula let out a quiet sigh. More than anything, she wanted to fuck Kelly. However, Paula was hesitant. If Kelly was unwilling and panicked, it could blow up Paula's entire senior year of high school.
With the final week of summer practice and conditioning ending, and the school year starting on the following Monday, coach Carol pulled Paula aside. Puffing the teenager up with talk of "You're the key to our success," and "The girls look up to you," the young coach invited Paula over to her home on Saturday afternoon to discuss the offensive plays and formations.
Once again, coach Carol placed her arm around Paula's athletic shoulder as she spoke to the teenager. There was no mistaking it this time, Paula was practically trembling with excitement at her coach's gentle touch, and was finding it hard to put a sentence together before ultimately accepting the invitation.
Paula checked and double-checked the address that coach Carol had texted to her before loading it into her Google Maps app. The destination was less than five miles from her home.
A tomboy seemingly from birth, and usually dressed in pants or shorts, Paula had chosen to put on one of the few pretty dresses that she owned. The form-fitting dress had been purchased over a year before. Still growing, the dress was now tighter and shorter than Paula remembered. Looking in the mirror at her exposed, athletic upper thighs, Paula thought she looked kind of sexy.
The still-16-year-old was unsure why she was going through all of these machinations just to talk football with one of her coaches. For some reason, she just wanted to look pretty for coach Carol. God knows that Paula thought that the fit 26-year-old strawberry blonde looked really hot!
Driving to the address, Paula was surprised at what she found. The house was bigger and more expensive-looking than she had imagined for a woman who was just in her mid-20's. Carol had surely played pro tennis, but could she have made that much money in such a short career? Paula was beginning to wonder if she had the wrong address.
Parking her mother's car, Paula pulled down her short, tight dress as she walked to the door. Incongruously, she was wearing white athletic shoes with the sexy dress, which attractively highlighted her B-cup boobs, flat stomach, and athletic bubble-butt.
Knocking on the front door, she was greeted by coach Carol. "Right on time, Paula. I'm not surprised." Rather than the athletic shorts and t-shirt that she was accustomed to seeing coach Carol wearing to practices, the strawberry blonde was in a pretty, floral, summer dress. Paula was glad that she dressed.
"You look really pretty, Paula." The coach said, and then gave Paula an unexpected hug as she welcomed her young guest inside the well-decorated home. Paula's whole body began to tingle as coach Carol's breasts pressed against her.
"I made some tea," the coach cheerfully said, placing it before Paula as she sat next to the pretty, biracial teenager on the couch.
After some benign chit-chat, coach Carol pulled out the playbook and began quizzing her quarterback. Paula had surely grasped the offensive concepts, and answered all of the questions correctly. Paula was so focused on the playbook that she hadn't noticed that the coach had again put her arm around Paula's shoulder, and was gently, almost imperceptibly stroking her bare upper arm with her well-manicured fingers.
Coach Carol's leg was touching Paula's as she began to speak. "Paula, I don't have to tell you that you're a very talented athlete. However, talented athletes are a dime a dozen at your age. What really impresses me is your natural leadership ability. If properly nurtured, that could take you far."
Paula wasn't quite sure what her coach was getting at, but she was suddenly aware that the coach seemed to be increasingly pulling Paula towards her as she continued to softly run her fingers up and down her arm.
"A coach and a player need to have a very special relationship if that player is going to be successful. Don't you agree?" Paula nodded her head nervously. She was unsure of where to look with her bashful eyes. Was the pretty assistant coach making a pass at her?
"I think that you and I could have one of those special relationships, Paula." With one arm wrapped around Paula's 16-year-old shoulder, coach Carol used her free hand to brazenly explore Paula's mocha-colored décolletage in her tight dress.
Paula gulped noticeably, but didn't offer any resistance. Her young heart was racing when coach Carol asked, "Do you like girls, Paula?" The teenager looked down embarrassedly before nodding her head, "Yes."
Moving her hand from the nape of Paula's neck, the 26-year-old coach began rubbing and squeezing Paula's youthful breasts over the fabric of her dress, and softly closed-mouthed kiss the beautiful mixed-race teenage quarterback.
Paula hesitated briefly when coach Carol attempted to unzip the back of her dress. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" Paula asked anxiously. "Trust me," the adult coach answered. Her inquisitive tongue parted Paula's youthful lips as she continued to excitedly feel-up the pretty teen.
Before Paula could fully comprehend what was happening, she found herself dressed only in a bra and t-back panties as her assistant football coach greedily pawed her slender, young body. Coach Carol's exploring hands reached beneath Paula's black bra, finding the young girl's enticingly erect brown nipples, which the coach playfully pinched and pulled.
With one quick flick of coach Carol's fingers, Paula found her bra unsnapped and her straps lowered. Instinctively, the teenager tried to shield her bare breasts. The coach was too quick, and began to forcefully squeeze and knead Paula's round, B-cup boobies, before she inserted each of the coffee & cream-colored breasts into her salivating mouth.
Suddenly, coach Carol rose from the couch to remove her own summer dress. She was wearing neither bra nor panties beneath. Now completely naked, the coach straddled the teenager on the couch and laughingly pressed her modest, adult breasts into Paula's astonished face. Continuing with her personal amusement, the coach slapped her pale titties from side-to-side against the face of the sexually-inexperienced high school girl.
Astonishing to Paula, coach Carol's pussy was cleanly shaven. Paula had noticed that some of the girls in the locker room had trimmed their pubic hair, but none were completely bald down there like a porn star! Seeing that the teenager was staring at her hairless pussy, coach Carol reached for Paula's hand and placed it between her muscular thighs. Holding on to Paula's hand, the assistant coach vigorously rubbed it against her smooth labia. Paula tried to remove her hand, but Carol continued to hold it firmly, forcefully rubbing it against her mature pussy.
Leaning into the teenage athlete, coach Carol's elastic tongue gleefully danced in Paula's virginal mouth.
Lifting the teenager from the couch and announcing, "Let's go to the bedroom," coach Carol tried to lead the slender teen up the wooden staircase. Paula hesitated, she was only wearing a pair of black t-back panties which exposed her round, athletic bubble-butt cheeks.
"I've never done it before with a girl," the 16-year-old timidly confessed. "Have you been with a boy?" Her coach asked. Paula simply shook her head, "No." The assistant coach playfully squeezed Paula's gorgeous ass as they walked to the bedroom.
While Paula would have preferred experiencing her first time with 14-year-old Kelly, she couldn't deny her obvious attraction to the naked, 26-year-old football coach. Feeling that there was no turning back now, and anxious to be with the eager young seductress, Paula dutifully walked up the stairs, knowing that she was agreeing to give away her virginity to coach Carol.
Laying the tall teenager on the bed, Paula's black panties were swiftly removed. Coach Carol impatiently probed Paula's black-haired teenage pussy. Spreading Paula's trembling legs, a single probing finger entered the teenager. It was soon followed by Carol's experienced tongue.
Paula had heard the word cunnilingus, but didn't really know the meaning of the word until now. Her assistant coach used her practiced tongue and fingers to drive the young girl to ecstasy as she licked, speared, and nibbled on Paula's young pussy.
Every muscle in Paula's athletic body seemed to twitch and spasm as she experienced her first orgasm... and then another. Crawling atop Paula's wiry, naked body, coach Carol looked into Paula's brown eyes. Her small boobs were firmly pressed against Paula's. This time it was Paula who reached for her coach's face and began passionately tongue-kissing the amorous former tennis pro.
Coach Carol began to kiss and lick her way up and down the length and breadth of Paula's nubile naked body. Pressing a modest-sized boob into Paula's mouth, the teenager began to intuitively lick and suckle the coach's pink nipple.
Kissing Paula again, coach Carol produced a blindfold and asked the 16-year-old to indulge her in one of her fantasies. Paula smilingly obliged, and laid back on the bed as the young assistant coach began to alternately lick and kiss each of Paula's youthful, upturned breasts. Not being able to predict coach Carol's next move was kind of exciting to the young girl as she freely gave her body away that afternoon.
As her perky brown boobs were being attended to by the assistant coach, Paula felt an unfamiliar tongue between her legs, hurriedly assailing her dark-haired pussy. Rising from the bed in confusion, and removing her blindfold, Paula was startled to see the naked figure of 38-year-old coach Myra burrowing into her young pussy with her eager tongue.
"Shush, just relax," coach Carol reassured Paula, her curious hands never leaving Paula's round breasts as she pushed her back onto the bed. Suddenly, it all made sense to Paula. She was in coach Myra's house. She and coach Carol must have plotted the whole seduction.
Coach Myra never let up from ravaging Paula's pussy with her hungry tongue. Together, the two coaches brought the athletic teenager to orgasm after orgasm. Laying atop Paula in the missionary position, coach Myra rammed her 6'2" frame against Myra's pussy, while Carol licked and finger-fucked the 38-year-old's anus.
It was with great reluctance that Paula dressed to go home. She had licked her first pussy... two in fact, and had enjoyed every life-affirming second of it!
Paula's naked older lovers sat up attentively on the bed as the pretty 16-year-old dressed and prepared to depart. No longer a virgin, and more convinced than ever that she was a "baby lez," as she understood it, Paula hoped that her parents wouldn't notice any change within her.
Oddly thanking the two women for "the fun afternoon," Paula kissed both of the naked women on the lips before heading for the door. Inviting the pretty teenager to return soon, Myra was soon feasting on Carol's hairless pussy.
It was finally time for the first game of the season. El Capitan High was hosting San Remo High. The girls excitedly put on their new maroon and white uniforms in the locker room before stepping onto the field. In order to look fierce, many of the girls, including Paula, applied eye black under their eyes.
The stands were beginning to fill with the mainly curious as the Conquistador girls performed their regimented warm-up.
In addition to being nervous and inexperienced, the San Remo girls were slow and poorly coached. One thing that the El Capitan coaches had effectively drilled into the team was to keep moving. "Even if you make a mistake, keep moving."
On the third play of the game, Kelly came open on a crossing route. Paula made the short throw, and the petite blonde was off to the races, scoring a touchdown. Instead of a high five, a jubilant Paula lifted the smaller Kelly into the air after the touchdown, and kissed the 14-year-old on her rosy cheek. Kelly noticeably blushed.
The 14-year-old sophomore had been surprised when the tall senior lifted her up beneath her arm pits. Kelly could feel Paula's hands touching the sides of her little boobs as her legs dangled briefly in the air. She liked the feeling.
The Conquistadors rolled over San Remo High that afternoon. Their opponents had no answer for El Capitan's precise routes and speedy, well-conditioned athletes.
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For her 17th birthday, Paula's parents surprised her with a new car. Well, it was new to her. In fact, it was a 2018 Toyota Camry, but Paula was nonetheless delighted.
Soon, Paula was driving Kelly and some of her other teammates to and from school. Paula even made cupcakes to celebrate Kelly's 15th birthday.
The Conquistadors wrapped up a five-win undefeated season. Although it had been a great success, there weren't enough schools playing flag football for a longer season or playoffs.
After cleaning out their lockers, the girls were sad that their season was over. While Paula had softball to look forward to, and Kelly had track & field, they silently got into Paula's car, their athletic bags were crammed with jerseys, shorts, and cleats. Paula wished that she could play another season, but she would be heading off to college in the fall.
Arriving at Kelly's home, the blonde, now-15-year-old unexpectedly invited Paula inside, adding: "My folks won't be home until later tonight. Petey's with them." (Petey was Kelly's adorable tow-headed 7-year-old little brother).
Paula was wondering why Kelly was telling her all of this? The quarterback followed her young receiver into the kitchen where Kelly retrieved two Coke Zero's from the refrigerator. Suddenly, it seemed that Kelly seemed tongue-tied and was having a hard time looking at Paula, who was becoming more confused by the minute.
Suddenly, seemingly summoning all of her courage, Kelly looked at Paula intently with her big blue eyes and said, "Paula I really like you." Paula smiled and placed her hand on the shoulder of the smaller, blonde-haired girl. "I really like you too, Kel."
"You don't understand, Paula. I reaaalllllyy like you." Frustrated at her inability to clearly articulate her feelings, Kelly lifted her collared polo shirt to expose her braless A-cup breasts. Paula was now more stunned than we she discovered that coach Myra was double-teaming her.
No words were spoken as Paula excitedly began to kiss the blonde 15-year-old, and fondle her juvenile boobs. How long had Paula hungrily watched the pretty sophomore walk naked in and out of the school showers? It was now the younger girl who was initiating the lesbian action!
The two high school girls were quickly naked, and running toward Kelly's bedroom. Paula was nearly euphoric as she began to lick and suckle Kelly's tiny pink nipples before they fell on Kelly's mattress.
The two team mates ran their eager hands across the other's slender, naked body. Finding Kelly's soft, blonde pubic hair, Paula kissed Kelly's mound, and rubbed it with her nose before descending on the petite sophomore's virgin pussy.
Kelly's little body squirmed and her legs flailed in the air as Paula vigorously lapped at Kelly's tight-lipped vagina. Remembering something that coach Myra had done with her, Paul attempted dove-fucking the young teen with one of her upturned breasts.
Kelly's entire body seemed to contract as she experienced her first-ever orgasm. Paula climbed atop the 15-year-old's body, resting her head on Kelly's adolescent after her vigorous tongue-fucking of the blonde 15-year-old.
Petting Paula's dark hair, Kelly asked the obvious question: "Have you done this before?" Paula gave no answer, and nuzzled her head against Kelly's small breasts.
The End of Part 1.
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