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Leighann arrived at the campus fitness center ready for a workout. Soccer practice was set to resume with strict guidelines from the NCAA and the University. Naturally, the Coach thought each player should have a private session with the strength trainer to avoid overcrowding.

It was a necessary plan. Although she missed the comradery and sisterhood of a sports team, the fact was, the statewide lockdown had surely taken its toll on everyone's athleticism to some degree. With the level of competition they faced, everybody needed to be at their peak.

She greeted the trainer, a fit woman in her mid-30's who kept her hair in a tight bun, wore a small sports bra that showed off some serious abs, and wore leggings which revealed firm thighs.

After spending a few moments catching up on everything, it was straight to work.

"There's good news for you," Heather said, with her trademark upbeat attitude and high energy. "You're the last player for the morning session and you get to use the sauna for as long as you want. Now come on, I need to gauge your current fitness level."

For the next 20 minutes, Leighann was put through an extensive warm-up routine of dynamic stretching and light cardio. For the following 20 minutes, she did higher intensity cardio on the treadmill and later the stair machine.

In between, Heather would measure her heart rate and write down the results. When it was all done, her entire body was glazed with sweat.

"Not bad," Heather noted, jotting a few more things on a clipboard. "Better than the other girls, actually."

"That's not totally surprising," Leighann smiled.

The trainer smiled back and raised an eyebrow. "Anything I should know about?"

"Just the usual. A lot of players were nearly homeless when the dorms closed down. Plus, with all the classes being finished online, it was crazy. No one knew what was going on."

"I can imagine. It sounded like a real shit-show from everything I've been hearing."

"Exactly," Leighann nodded. "Soccer and hardcore workouts were the last things on our minds, even though we love this."

"For sure, but I hope you're ready for more."

"I always am."

Heather prepared to write on her clipboard again. "Since we'll be working on a 1-on-1 basis for a while, I figured we might as well do personalized training. So, Leighann, what kind of specialized training do you want?"

The answer was a no-brainer for Leighann. It had immediately dawned on her that during the quarantine, the majority of her outdoor running had been hour-long jogs, which were intended to maintain a baseline fitness.

For an attacking midfielder, that wasn't going to cut it. Her position was strenuous and required her to be in the best shape possible.

"Speed and strength," Leighann replied without hesitation.

"You looked pretty quick today, but alright. I'll see what we can come up with."

When Heather wrote down a couple notes, Leighann felt a compulsive urge to take full advantage of the situation, since she never had personalized training before.
"Can I add something else?" Leighann asked.

"Anything. I'm here for you."

Leighann outstretched her bare arms. "The guns could use some work."

"Is that so?" Heather laughed. "It's a vanity thing, I'm assuming."

"Well... not exactly vanity, but I'm tired of having scrawny arms and thick calves. It just looks weird."

"For the record, you look great. It's normal for women to want to look sexy on the field. Hey, style is important, right?"

"Perfectly stated, if I may say so."

The trainer wrote it down. "Uh huh... note to self.... take Leighann to the gun show."

"Ha! You know what I mean though. A routine for my arms would be great. Oh, and I don't want to neglect my speed, either. My position is speed based and I really love those agility drills we did on the track last season. I felt a noticeable improvement after a while."

"Ask, and you shall receive." Heather jotted down more notes. "Since you're the last girl in the morning session, we can use the indoor track for as long as you want."

Leighann beamed, "I'll have to take full advantage of that."

"You better."

When their session ended, the trainer sprayed the area with disinfectants and wiped everything down, while Leighann took a second to admire the beauty that was in front of her.

She watched Heather's muscles ripple while bending over to wipe the mat. She had always thought the trainer was attractive, having an enticing blend of strength, fierce features, and an infectious personality. Taking a moment to appraise the trainer was an indulgence.

The session on Thursday was grueling as expected. Sweat dripped down Leighann's forehead as she endured a rigorous routine that was a mixture of slow and explosive reps. It felt like every part of her upper body had been targeted in ways she had never felt before. Many of the exercises were new to her and she loved that.

"Told ya," Heather gloated with an evil grin. "You want arms, I'm giving them to you."
Leighann almost wanted to laugh at the trainer's glee. At this point, her arms were like jelly and she knew she was going to be stiff later.

It was also the first time she had seen Heather so happy. The trainer was a machine when it came to fitness, taking that responsibility with the utmost seriousness. Surprise, surprise, Heather had a soft side to her, Leighann thought.

"Admit it, you did this on purpose," Leighann replied, shaking her arms. "You liked torturing me."

"What gave that away? The dumbbells or the reps?"

"Both."

"What's your next poison?" Heather asked. "Or are you ready for the cooldown and stretches so you can leave?"

Leighann checked the clock on the wall. "We haven't gotten to my legs yet."

"We can save that for next time. I don't want you depleted."

"I know my body. I still have fuel in the tank."
Heather thought for a moment. "Alright, how about a circuit of sprints, box jumps, and lunges? Pretty soon those legs are gonna feel like your arms."

"You're going to try and break me," Leighann said, as if accepting a dare.

"It'll be reasonable. I'll give you the routine I used when I played sports in my younger days."

"Prove it."

"Is that a challenge?" Heather asked with a smile.

"No, well, wanna workout together? I like having a partner. It pushes me. And I miss having a team to work with."

It was a longshot, but Leighann had nothing to lose.

Heather winked. "You're on. I want to see if I can still compete against youngsters like you. Give me a second to warm up."

They made small talk while Heather did dynamic stretches and various warm-ups. It almost seemed like an excuse to gawk at Heather's tan skin and rippled muscles. Everyone once in a while, the trainer's big breasts threatened to pop out of her sports bra. Too bad they didn't, Leighann thought.

When ready, they both got into position in the indoor track area of the facility.

"Here's the plan: sprint, 10 box jumps, 10 jumping jacks, 10 jumping lunges, followed by a 60 second rest. We do that until someone quits."

Leighann's competitive nature sprang to life. "Loser has to clean all the sweat."

"Technically I'm in charge of disinfecting everything - but hey - if you want to lose and clean up, then be my guest."

Their workout started and Leighann was able to match power with the trainer, even after enduring a grueling upper body workout earlier. Her heart and competitive nature drove her to the limit.

At first, it was even. After the jumping lunges, they took a break and breathed deep breaths. Neither of them said anything to each other. What was there to say when their lungs were in desperate need of air?

When they went again, Leighann started strong but soon slowed down. Fatigue had settled in and she was unable to match the athletic prowess of the trainer.

They did 4 circuits total and Heather won the race. They rested on the mat to recover, with Leighann on her back, laying in a pool of her own sweat.

"You win, I guess," Leighann said begrudgingly, with a hint of playfulness to let the trainer know that there were no hard feelings.

Heather laughed, "Alright, alright, let's compromise on the victory. We're tied because I put you through the first workout. I love how competitive you girls are."

"It's in our blood. Hey, thanks for this. You've really kicked my ass and it's gotten me fired up for when practice starts with the whole team."

Heather winked. "Anytime. And speaking of the team, I have a meeting with the Coach soon. Time to wrap this up."

"Looks like I'm doing the cleaning today."

"You don't have to. It's my job to sanitize everything."

"I lost a bet," Leighann said adamantly while sitting upright. "I'll clean it. Besides, I'd be a real cunt if I made you clean my disaster zone."

They both looked down at the spot where she had just laid, where a liquid silhouette of her body in sweat was imprinted on the mat.

"We can do it together since we tied for first place."

They spent a few moments spraying the mat and gym equipment with the sanitation spray. It was fast and easy work, and keeping each other company for longer was a joy.

When they both got on their hands and knees to wipe the mat with towels, Leighann got yet another look at the trainer's body. This time, she was able to see Heather's body up close, in all its sweaty glory. She watched Heather's glistening muscles flex with each heavy stroke of the towel.

When the trainer glanced in her direction, Leighann darted her eyes away and kept on wiping. She had been caught, but luckily the trainer didn't make a fuss about it. They finished and tossed the towels into a bin.

"Interested in a massage? I know a couple techniques that squeeze lactic acid out of the muscles. It makes for faster recovery."
There was a faint hesitation in Heather's voice, like the trainer knew a forbidden line was being crossed somehow. It was probably the only time Leighann saw a tiny glimmer of weakness in Heather's armor of confidence.

"Do you do that for other players?" Leighann asked, surprised by the offer.

"Other players don't need it. I pretty much destroyed your muscles and you'll need to be ready for another workout in a few days."

"That's true."

Heather remained professional. "So, do you need it? Or do you think you can recover on your own?"

"I can only imagine how killer your hands would feel right now."

"There's a portable massage chair in the locker room. Technically no one is supposed to be using it, but I can always wash it in the shower right after. It's super light."

Leighann nodded. "Nice. Sure. I could use a massage if it won't take up your time. I don't want you to be late for anything."

"It'll be a quickie," Heather replied, checking the time.


Heather brought the massage chair from the office closet to the tile floors of the shower area. The massage chair was thin, foldable, and had a spot for someone to rest their face and upper body against it.

The trainer reached down. "Let's take off our shoes and socks. We wouldn't want to slip on the wet surface."

She watched Heather get barefoot on the shower tile. It gave her a better look at those deliciously toned tan legs of the trainer. When those bare feet hit the tile, Leighann averted her eyes so she wouldn't get caught looking.

Leighann took her shoes off, too. Then she placed her socks on the bench, next to her gym bag, and stepped barefoot onto the shower tile.

The trainer gave the seat a pat. "You know how this works. Sit down. Put your face in here and relax."

It was exactly what Leighann needed, pressing her face on the chair and leaning her chest against it.

Not a second was wasted as she felt strong fingers digging into her flesh, with the trainer being unphased about all the sweat that was involved. Leighann had plenty of professional massages and spa treatments in her life. But this was the first time she ever had a massage post-workout when her muscles needed it most.

"This is euphoria." She could barely form the words. "I'm glad to be the lucky player who gets a massage from you."

Heather gave the triceps a hard squeeze. "I broke you. Now I have to fix you."

"Mmmm...." she moaned.

The massage continued all throughout Leighann's arms, upper and lower back, and finally the neck, which nearly made her cry to heaven. It was a fast and intense massage with time being kept in consideration.

"There ya go," Heather said, finishing things off with hand choppings around the neck area. "All done."

"I. Feel. Amazing."

"Of course, you do, babe."

Leighann stood up and did light stretches while her body recalibrated. She looked at the trainer and they smiled at each other.

"Thanks so much," she said. "Can I return the favor?"

Heather shook her head. "Maybe another time if you want. I appreciate you asking, but I need to clean things up before the Coach arrives."

As a parting gift, Leighann received a hard slap on the ass which made her firm butt jiggle. It was a shock that a member of the coaching staff would touch her like that, especially with all the stringent rules these days.

"That stung," Leighann blushed with a stinging bottom.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"I'm not complaining."

Heather raised an eyebrow. "Good, because if you're not squeamish, would you mind if we showered at the same time? I don't want to be a mess when the Coach gets here. It's unprofessional."

For a second, Leighann was at a loss for words. "Would that be weird?"
"Why would it be weird? Do you feel weird showering with your teammates, too? Or is it because I'm part of the staff?"

It was a legitimate question. Looking at the sexy training, it spurred different emotions. Yes, she was accustomed to showering with other college girls in her age range. But this was different. She knew it would feel unusual to shower with a member of staff. The power dynamic is simply awkward.

On the other hand, she was practically friends with Heather at this point and had already gotten a killer massage.

"I'm totally fine with that," Leighann said, as if giving up on any excuse she could give.

"Good. We're both adults."

Casually, the trainer turned aside and pulled off her sweaty sports bra, revealing a muscular and tan colored backside. It seemed the trainer had no qualms getting undressed in front of a player, which had never happened before as far as Leighann knew.

Equally as casual, Heather bent down to pull her bottom off, getting totally naked and revealing an ass tight enough to bend steel. Her body was lean, sculpted, and had the most glistening, tan skin tone.
When the trainer turned around to pick up the massage chair, her tan nipples were showing on her big breasts. Leighann gulped and gawked at the sight, watching the trainer's upper body muscles ripple when lifting the massage chair.

"Are you always this shy?" Heather asked, holding up the massage chair, then carrying it over to the shower.

The trainer turned the water on and gave the chair a thorough rinse.

"Me? Shy? No way."

As if she felt a need to prove herself, Leighann began to undress. Instead of getting naked in front of her locker, like she normally did, she got undressed in the open area of the shower. She tried to act natural. But no matter how hard she tried, getting naked in front of staff is a lot different than doing so in front of teammates.

Surprisingly, naked Heather seemed too preoccupied with cleaning the massage chair to even look in her direction. Leighann had to wonder; was Heather really this disinterested? Maybe Heather was as straight as a woman could be with no interest in seeing her nudity?

This was unusual in Leighann's experience in gyms and locker rooms. At the very least, every woman peeks a little. Sometimes for curiosity. Sometimes for pleasure.
Leighann grabbed the shampoo and shower gel from her bag, and tried to act natural as she walked towards a nearby shower stall, wondering when the trainer would look. Sure enough, she caught Heather stealing a peek before looking away. It was unlike the trainer to be so coy. Usually, the trainer was bold and upfront about everything.

Running the water and stepping under it felt perfect for what Leighann needed after a morning like that. She didn't want to be rude and stare at Heather's naked body. In truth, it was all she could think about.

Through the corner of her eye, she saw the naked trainer take a quick rinse in the other stall and turn the water off, carrying the chair away. Was the trainer done already?

She tried not to be upset that she might not see Heather naked again. Instead, she focused on shampooing her hair and applying the gel to her body. Her body was covered in fresh-scented foam.

Before Leighann could rinse herself, Heather returned to the shower area, still naked as can be. Walking boldly and confidently. Heather's hair bun was undone, letting that naturally frizzy hair free. This time, Heather made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring openly at Leighann's naked body.

The feeling made Leighann melt inside.

"I didn't bring shampoo or soap," Heather said, standing before her. "Again, I didn't plan on working out. Let's share."

"Yeah, of course."

Not knowing how else to react, Leighann stepped aside while Heather brazenly claimed her space in that same stall, as if two women sharing the same running water was normal.

She tried minding her own business while Heather minded hers, but it was too difficult. The trainer was facing the wall and let the stream of water run down her athletic body, before stepping away to use shampoo and gel.

It was Leighann's turn to use the shower, even though neither of them had ever discussed anything about sharing the same shower to begin with. But it gave her an excuse to watch Heather rubbing those tits and tan nipples, before seeing Heather's hands dip lower to rub that fantastic ass, those legs, and eventually down to her calves and feet.

Leighann closed her eyes and stood underneath the shower head to wash the foam from her body. With a shower like this, it only took a few moments for the stream to get the job done.

When she finished, she stepped aside and wiped the water from her eyes.
The first thing Leighann saw was Heather's naked body slathered in soap and her frizzy hair pulled back with shampoo. The trainer's tan nipples were poking through the foam on her chest.

"You're staring at my tits," Heather noted while still rubbing her body. "Is this your first time showering with a woman?"

As they both knew, there were two women players on the team, so the answer was clearly no. But the trainer had a special emphasis on the word 'woman' as if to show her seniority in this situation.

"Sorry, we're standing really close to each other."

Heather smiled, "Don't be sorry. I never said it bothered me."

The trainer stepped towards the shower, but only to spray her chest, and she put her hands on her breasts to pinch and pull her nipples for whatever reason. After putting on that show, the trainer stepped under the shower to wash her hair.

When finished, Heather turned the water off and the area was silent except for the sound of water dripping onto the tile.

"You're beautiful," Leighann blurted out.

"I can say the same about you and your cute, pink nipples."

"Thanks."

Leighann stood still as the trainer approached her so closely that the tips of their nipples almost touched. They both looked down at their nakedness. Their bodies had a similar shape and size, with Heather being leaner. And it was a stark contrast seeing Leighann's pink nipples next to Heather's tan ones.

"You should probably go now." There was a sparkle in Heather's eyes. "The Coach will be here soon. God forbid we get caught like this."

As a young person whose life revolves around academics, college sports, and school activities, Leighann knew mischief when she saw it. And she saw it in the trainer's expression. It was flagrant too. She knew the trainer was baiting her, but Leighann being Leighann, she just had to ask.

Before she could speak, an epiphany struck.

"Is Coach Taylor more than just your boss?"

Heather gently nibbled on her lower lip. "You know I'm sworn to secrecy about these things. But... technically I can't stop you if you're spying on us. So, Leighann, do you want to spy on our meeting?"

It was more of an invitation than an actual question. The mischievous expression on Heather's wet face was even more prevalent. Whatever this was had piqued Leighann's interest in more ways than she could ever comprehend.

"Yes," she managed to reply.

Heather flashed the widest smile. "Let me get dressed."


This was the first time Leighann had ever hidden inside of a dark closet and the door was open just an inch. Enough to give her a view into the office.

An hour ago, she had been working out. Now here she was. Her body had been dried with a towel but her slicked back hair was still wet. The trainer had told her to remain barefoot and naked in there, because the 'risk would be an aphrodisiac.'

Her heartbeat rose the moment Coach Taylor entered the office space. Getting caught naked would (most likely) mean that she'd be kicked off the team. So, she made sure to keep a safe distance away from the door opening so she'd remain hidden in the darkness.

"How are my players?" Coach Taylor asked. "Anyone slacking off yet?"

The Coach was highly-respected by the team and had a powerful presence. She was a gorgeous middle-aged white woman who, in many ways, reminded Leighann of her own mother. They had the same graceful, mature energy that younger people looked up to.

Heather replied, "They do every rep that I ask them to do. Spirits are high, I'd say. They should be ready for the first practice."

"That's what I like to hear. Any standouts so far?"

"I'd have to say Leighann is," Heather answered without hesitation. "That girl is a star and she goes above and beyond. Did you know she has the most amazing set of tits?"

Coach Taylor laughed, "I figured. She looks great in a jersey. Why? Did you manage to see her bare tits somehow?"

"Actually, we shared a workout and a shower. That's why I look like this."

The Coach looked stern. "That's grounds for being disciplined. It's blatantly against the misconduct rules and all the new health guidelines. Did you make Leighann eat your pussy? I hope you did."

Frozen in the closet, Leighann was shocked by what she had just heard. It was unlike the Coach to ever use a word like 'pussy,' let alone in the context of a sexual relationship with a player. In this political climate, people get fired over this sort of talk, even if it was a joke.

"It might be in the cards," Heather replied with a straight face. "Who knows, I think there's potential."

"In my experience, showering together is always the way to start. It builds comfort and trust."

"God, I hope so. You should see her pussy. They're as cute as her pink nipples!"

The women shared a laugh and Leighann had never felt so mortified, listening to these women, whom she deeply respected and admired, talking so unabashedly about her body and sexuality.

"We'll get to Leighann someday," the Coach said. "For now, put your lips on mine. The lockdown has royally screwed up my orgasm cycle and my libido needs to be re-balanced."
It was a clear message and she watched Heather gleefully get on her knees. The typically dominant trainer undid the Coach's pants and it was obvious what was about to happen. When the Coach's pants and panties came down, the trainer put her mouth there. Where it apparently belonged.

Leighann tried not to gasp as she spied from the closet. The women she was watching had been a major part of her life since she joined the team. These women shaped her, molded her, and forced her to grow as a young adult. They made her a better, stronger, more determined person.

Now she was watching these women engage in illicit sexual activities in the locker room office. The taboo was off the charts and she could even hear the slurping sounds of Heather's tongue probing inside the Coach's pussy.

"Let's try and wrap this up," Coach Taylor said, still sounding as professional and commanding as ever. "We both have a busy schedule today."

"Mmm Hmmm...."

She watched Coach Taylor tilt her head back, enjoying the oral bliss that the team's fitness trainer was providing. Moans and licking sounds filled the room. When she saw the Coach's hands grab a nearby table for support, Leighann knew she was about to watch an orgasm.
Sure enough, the Coach released a moan that anyone would recognize as a sign of an impending climax. She watched it all unfold like something out of a pornographic movie scene. Coach Taylor, who always appeared so firm and authoritative on the field, now had a face writhing in pleasure, with a body that twisted and squirmed. Heather did everything possible to push her tongue inside even further.

The Coach released a primal scream which echoed throughout the locker room, thinking there was actually privacy here. At that moment, Leighann almost felt bad for spying, intruding on such an immensely personal and intimate moment, but this was something she now needed to see.

A slurping sound emanated from where Coach Taylor's pussy and Heather's mouth were connected. There had definitely been squirt and Heather had certainly slurped it all down and devoured it.

The Coach's body gave a final tremble before she smiled.

"Your turn," Coach Taylor said, rubbing her fingers through Heather's hair. "Let's trade places."

Watching the rest of this unfold was like torture to Leighann's pussy. She didn't dare touch herself, no matter how much her body needed it.

Instead, she had to stand in silence as Heather got up and tongue swapped with Coach Taylor, making lewd noises as they exchanged orgasmic fluids in their mouths.

Then it was Heather's turn to be bottomless when the Coach pulled her leggings down to eat her pussy. It was a jarring sight witnessing Coach Taylor in such a submissive position on her knees. Everybody respected this woman. She was there for people's needs. She commanded. She led. People admired her.

Now, Coach Taylor pressed her mouth onto Heather's pussy and returned the oral favor, getting an immediate reaction. The women were skilled with what they were doing and were comfortable doing it. This was something that they had done plenty of times here in the locker room.

"You're in a mood today," Heather moaned with a naughty grin. "Fuck... I'll definitely be cumming in your mouth at any moment."

Coach Taylor pulled her mouth away and kissed Heather's thigh. "You better."

Unable to resist, Leighann gently brought her hand to her mound while watching. She rubbed around her crotch before slipping two fingers inside of her entrance. She did everything in her power not to make a sound. Getting caught would be a disaster.
She slipped her two fingers deeper and masturbated to what she was seeing. Never had her pussy throbbed so hard from such an explicit sight. She had long considered herself to be straight, but with a natural curiosity. This made her question everything.

When Heather clenched her fingers through Coach Taylor's long hair and grunted, bucking her hips into the Coach's mouth, it was obvious that the women were about to share another orgasm together.

Leighann bit her lower lip and later clenched her teeth. Nearly every muscle in her body was exhausted from the workout, but she remained standing still and pleasuring herself. It was a struggle to keep herself from making any sort of noise.

As she rubbed, she felt a trickle down her thigh from her own leaking pussy. It would eventually drip to her feet. Her heart was pounding and she felt a burning desire inside. When this was over, she knew she may need a quick rinse in the shower.

In a twisted and perverted plan, Leighann wanted to cum the same time Heather did. She wanted them to cum in secret unison. She wanted to cum while watching Heather orgasm in the Coach's mouth.

So, she slowed down a bit. Paced herself. When she watched Heather cry and squeeze the Coach's long hair, that's when Leighann fingered herself a little faster and a little deeper. Enough to make her cum. But reasonable enough to be quiet about it, too.
They came at the same time. Where Heather screamed and groaned, Leighann had to control her breathing and the squishy sounds that her fingers were making inside of her drenched pussy.

Yoga and cardio had worked wonders for a situation like this. A lesser woman would have at least breathed loudly in the closet, getting caught in the process. Leighann was no lesser woman. She mastered her breathing.

"Sweet as always," Coach Taylor smiled, looking up. "Like pineapple syrup."

"I'm glad I still have my magic flavor," Heather smiled back.

The women stood face-to-face and kissed. Not necessarily as lovers, but as adults who had a strong desire for each other and shared a mutually beneficial arrangement. This was sex. Not love. And they had a great thing going.

Leighann gave her post-orgasmic pussy a soft rub as she watched the rest of this unfold. The women finished kissing before cleaning themselves and fixing their clothes, making themselves presentable to the outside world as leaders for the University's soccer team.


Even after the Coach left, Leighann just stood inside the closet as if she had done something wrong. She felt like a fool, standing there naked in her own puddle with wet fingers to confirm her guilt.

The closet door was opened wide by Heather, who seemed thoroughly amused by the sight of Leighann standing there like that.

"You can come out now," Heather giggled. "Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean that up. It's the least I can do."

Leighann's body started to cool down and she felt a chill from being naked for so long. When they stepped out of the office towards the locker area, Heather gave her a gentle slap on the butt, as if to tease.

"What was that between you two?" Leighann asked when they stood by the locker bench where her gym bag was.

"That was reality. If you've got a bunch of athletic alpha women working closely together, things are bound to happen. It's as simple as that."

They were standing so close to each other that Leighann could practically smell sex in Heather's breath. It smelled sweet and enticing. The aroma almost made her lightheaded, as if it had some kind of natural effect on her.
"I need a rinse," Leighann said, gesturing down to the wet streaks on her legs.

"Good idea. We wouldn't want any stains on your panties. Plus your feet are dirty now."

They went back to the shower and Leighann's feet left dirt marks on the wet tile floor. Heather nurtured the athlete, turning on the shower, then spraying Leighann's legs. Heather even used her hands to give Leighann's legs a quick rub.

When they went to the bench in the locker room, Leighann was told to sit down. She knew she'd be treated like a doll. It was what Heather wanted. Possibly it turned Heather on to treat a star player like this.

"We'll start with your panties," Heather said, holding up a pair after digging through Leighann's gym bag. "Lift each foot and spread your legs."

By doing so, Leighann knew that she'd be exposing her pussy to the trainer, who gladly took a peek at the pink flesh. The panties slide between her feet and up her legs. Before the panties were worn, Heather stopped and admired the view.

"I apologize, but I have to..." Heather's voice trailed off, as if completely torn.
Leighann nodded. "Go ahead."

At that point, nothing surprised her anymore, not even Heather bending down to give her pussy a quick series of licks. It felt sensational. The experienced tongue swiveled inside of her. Even after having an orgasm, these licks were appreciated.

"Ever have a woman do that to your pussy?" Heather asked, licking her lips.

"That was my first time."

"I could tell by the way you've acted all morning. You taste good. You should share it more."

"Was the Coach right?" Leighann asked. "Do you really taste like pineapple syrup?"

Heather pulled her leggings down. "Find out for yourself."

The trainer's pussy still glistened from the Coach's saliva and orgasmic fluids. The labia was tan. The area was cleanly shaven. When Heather used her fingers to spread herself, the pink flesh was exposed.

Leighann's morning had already been chaotic, both in terms of her physical training and her sexuality, and she figured she might as well complete the cycle. So, she threw caution to the wind and gave it a generous taste, pressing her mouth against it and darting her tongue inside the wet hole.

Her first thought was that she enjoyed the texture. So, this is what pussy feels like? Then she wondered which taste was more prevalent in her mouth, the Coach's saliva or Heather's pussy juice. When she pushed her tongue further inside, she recognized the taste of pineapple syrup and realized that the Coach was right all along. It tasted sweet so she kept on licking and sucking.

"I'm multi-orgasmic," Heather casually stated. "Just thought I'd let you know, if you keep going down this path."

Leighann looked up into her trainer's eyes as she kept on working her tongue. What was a little more? What was the harm in going further and getting to taste something new?

She worked her tongue in a way that she knew was pleasurable. Looking up towards Heather's eyes, it worked. The trainer's eyes were filled with lust and were almost glazed. She watched Heather's lips quiver.

The pussy felt warm with her tongue inside and the fluids coated her tongue. Although this was Leighann's first time, she had the audacity to perform like a pro. She was a seasoned athlete, after all.

As warned, Heather was indeed multi-orgasmic and Leighann's mouth was filled to the brim with orgasm. She wondered if the Coach had to drink this much as well, or if Heather's second orgasm was smaller. Whatever the case, Leighann drank it all down. She had already used the shower twice. She didn't want another mess on her body.

Her mouth slurped everything and she tried not to gag. Like wine, Leighann knew she still had to acquire the taste and texture for it, and she was glad her first time was with Heather.

When she finished, she looked up at Heather like a puppy, who reached down and wiped the sides of her mouth.

Heather bent down for a kiss and their lips touched. It was Leighann's first girl-kiss and she enjoyed the fullness of Heather's lips. It was a new experience. The tongues came out and they swapped Heather's orgasm between their mouths.

"You kiss as well as you eat pussy," Heather winked. "Now let's get you dressed."

"I'm officially spoiled by your training style."
"As you should be."

Like a doll, Leighann sat there as Heather bent down to dress her. The shorts came first. Then a bra, tucking away Leighann's erect pink nipples. Then a t shirt. Finally, Leighann held her legs out so Heather could put socks and shoes on her feet.