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Mrs. G’s

Age when it happend: 17
Where it happened: High School Gymnastics Meet
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight

I don’t know where to start. I was a junior in high school. I was on the Gymnastics team at my school. My coach was Mrs. G and she had been working with me for several years on my event; floor exercise. At first, when she began to work with me, I couldn’t understand why shw would take an interest in me. I was a shy, gawky 14 year old girl. I couldn’t even walk down the street without tripping over my own feet. I was embarassed to even be seen in pblic and so I spent most of my time in the library or at home buried in some book. Mrs. G was both the school librarian as well as the gymnastics coach. The first time she aked me to go out for gymnastics I thought she must be crazy and I didn’t even show up for the sign ups. A week went by and she asked me why i hadn’t gone out for the team. So I agreed and that night I went to my first practice. It took me a while to find my event. Most of the girls on the team had been involved in the sport for several years and were far beyond my ability. Soon however, with Mrs. G’s assistance I found my event and began to improve. Gradually I got better and better. Now I wasn’t going to go to the olympics, but by my Junior year I was good enough to bo to the state meet in my event. Still, I was painfully shy and I shrank away from contact with boys in my school. It isn’t that I didn’t want to date but I was never asked out by anyone.

That year I made the state meet and with several of my teammates and Mrs’ G, I went to the meet in Madison. Most of the girls were close and had agreed to room together in the hotel. Since I was still so shy and had no close friends, Mrs. G agreed to be my roommate. The event lasted for three days and my competition was the first day. I did very well and won a medal. It was the high point of my life so far and I was so excieted I couldn’t sleep. Mrs. G had sent the other girls to bed since they would be competing the next day. When she came back to the room she said we could celebrate into the evening since I was through with my competition. She asked what I would like to do for a celebration. I didn’t know what to say since I had never been away from our small town and didn’t know what people did to celebrate such an occasion. Mrs. G said we could have a drink of champaign. I had never had alcohol before but I did not want to seem un-sophisicated and I agreed to have a glass.

Now let me tell you about Mrs. G. She was 36 years old at the time and was married to the Biology teacher. He was a nice man who was very tall and I thought sexy. Mrs. G was a small woman with very long blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail that went down her back. She had two children and was considered by all the girls to be the most attractive teacher in school. Now I know what you are thinking, a woman coach she must be a lesbian, but I would have never thought that my self. Lesbians were fat and ugly and certainly didn’t have children. I had no idea what was about to happen. Mrs. G poured a glass of champaign for each of us into those tacky plastic glasses that hotels provide. I didn’t think she was trying to get me drunk and since I had never had any before I thought this was what you normally drank. Well, I drank mine right away and asked for more. Soon the room was spinning. I didn’t feel sick at the time and was feeling very bold. I went into the bathroom and put on my leotard, which i had worn during the competition and then put my medal around my neck to show off what I had accomplished. With a dramatic flair I went back into the room to do a pirouette in front of my teacher/coach who had done so much to assist my getting here.

Mrs. G laughed and she asked if I was feeling well. I was feeling fine just a little silly and I collapsed onto the bed we shared. Mrs. G sat down next to me on the bed and said I should lie there for a few minutes until I got used to the feeling of the drink. So i rolled over onto my stomach and laid there. In a few seconds I could feel Mrs. G’s hands rubbing my back as she spoke softly into my ear about how proud she was of me. I turned my face into hers to reply and was shocked and suprised when she kissed me on the lips. It was the first time anyone had kissed me and I was speechless. It lasted only for a second or two and then she pulled back from me and looked into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I wasn’t ashamed, just suprised. She was married and i had no idea she was attracted to me. I was so suprised I kissed her back. I was so turned on. She was so pretty and mature and funny and everything i wanted to be. I didn’t think about her husband or family or even of mine, i just thought she wants me and so I reacted. She pushed my leotard off my shoulders and she kissed my breasts. I could smell her perfume and feel her hair on my chest. She sat up kneeling over my hips and took off her top and leaned over my face, presenting her breasts to my lips. I had only seen my own small breasts up close and I wanted to feel hers. So I did as well as kiss and lick her nipples. I was so inexperienced that I did’t know what to do. It was okay though since she took over my seduction. She removed my clothing and I lay there naked while she stripped off her skirt and underwear.

I was excited and she was able to make me come just using her fingers. She then showed me what to do to make her feel what she had done for me. I would like to say I was able to do everything she did for me but she was a good teacher and she led by example. What we did was private and only between us but it was a wonderful first time. She told me that she had only had one other woman lover, her college roommate. She thought she was bisexual and had missed touching a woman since her marriage but was in love with her husband and children. Afterward she told me that she had been wrong to seduce me and she was sorry. I wasn’t though. I didn’t become gay or anything, in fact soon afterward I got my first boy friend and he became my first male lover. To this day I have only been with one woman, my teacher in more ways than one. We still see each other once or twice a year and we still share our secret love for each other.

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