My First Time Was with the Team Coach

The university cheerleading championship was being held far from home, so the whole team had traveled to another city and was staying in the same hotel for the weekend. For Marina, who had been a coach for four years, those tournaments were the closest thing to a vacation. Not because of the rest, but because of what she could look at.

What she liked most about her job was being surrounded by fit girls. She watched them train in those short skirts and tight tops, watched them stretch, sweat, laugh between routines. She loved the end of every practice, when everyone was soaked through and the gym smelled of effort. She had her quirks, and she knew it: skin covered in sweat turned her on in a way she had never been able to explain.

Marina was thirty-three and in the best shape of her life. She trained every day and her body showed it: tall, with firm lines, fair skin, blond hair almost always tied back in a tight ponytail. The first thing people noticed about her were her eyes, a cold gray that contrasted with the warmth of her voice. The girls on the team admired her, and more than one had confessed between laughs that they envied her figure. Marina liked hearing it. She liked looking even more.

That season, her eyes were on Lucía. She was the captain, the one who directed the routines and set the pace for the others, and also the prettiest in the group: chestnut hair with reddish highlights, big blue eyes, a constellation of freckles across her nose, and a mouth she bit without realizing it when she was focused. She was twenty-two and had a confidence the others still hadn’t learned.

A real friendship had grown between them. As captain, Lucía spent more time with the coach than anyone else: they planned formations, discussed changes, talked late into the night about things that had nothing to do with the team. From spending so much time together, they ended up getting close. Once, after a practice, Lucía had told her she had a magazine body, and although she meant no harm, those words stayed with Marina, turning over in her mind for days.

The tournament started on Friday and ran through Sunday. Between presentations, Marina crossed paths with girls from other teams who stirred her desire more than she was willing to admit. One in particular, a redhead with light eyes who trained with the rival team, kept her talking in a hallway just because Marina enjoyed looking at her up close. Her name was Renata, and she was in a hurry. She said goodbye before Marina could find an excuse to keep her there.

That afternoon her team did well. They scored one of the highest marks of the day and went back to the hotel euphoric. They had dinner together, celebrated, and little by little they drifted back to their rooms. It was late, and they had to be up early the next day.

***

Marina stayed alone in her room with a tension that wouldn’t let her sleep. The redhead had lit something in her that now needed release. She thought about taking care of it herself, as she had so many other nights, but then a different idea crossed her mind and she couldn’t shake it.

Lucía was the only one on the team with a single room. Captain’s privileges. Marina thought about it, dismissed it, thought about it again. The worst that can happen is she says no. And with the trust they had, even a rejection would be gentle. She got up before she could change her mind.

—Hi, beautiful. I’m coming to sleep with you, I feel lonely in my room —Marina said when she opened the door, in a light, friendly tone.

—Come in, get in —Lucía replied, shifting on the bed to make room without lifting her head from the pillow.

Marina lay down beside her and put an arm around her. Lucía curled against her, comfortable, suspecting nothing. The coach started tracing her arm with her fingertips, slowly, from wrist to shoulder and back.

—You have the softest skin. Makes you want to keep touching it forever —she murmured.— Do you like how my fingers feel?

—A lot. You’re putting me to sleep —Lucía answered in a thin voice.

—Then I’ll lull you until you fall asleep.

Lucía accepted those caresses for what they seemed to be: an affectionate gesture between friends. She saw nothing strange in them. But behind every touch there was a precise intention, and Marina knew how to keep extending the path. Her fingers climbed to Lucía’s neck, came back down, lingered on the curve of her hip. Lucía, far from pulling away, pressed her body closer and closer to Marina’s.

Marina’s hand slipped under the pajamas to her stomach. Then down to her ass, squeezing it just slightly before returning to her hips before the other girl could say anything. She repeated it: thigh, stomach, ass, over and over, measuring every reaction. Lucía offered not the slightest resistance. She still thought it was friendly cuddling.

Marina decided to raise the stakes. She moved Lucía’s hair off her neck and kissed it. Lucía let out a sigh. The coach did it again, this time tracing the skin with her tongue, and felt the girl’s whole body shiver. Her hand moved up again, this time toward her breasts, and covered them over the bra. Lucía breathed out more heavily and turned to face her.

They were a hand’s breadth apart. Marina closed the gap and kissed her on the mouth. Lucía kissed back, first uncertainly and then without hesitation. They stayed like that for a long time, while the coach’s hand found its way beneath the fabric and began to play with her nipples. Lucía moaned against her lips, softly, restrained. Before going further, Marina needed to be sure. She moved her hand lower, over the pajamas, right where the girl was burning, and the answer was a deeper moan. That was the confirmation she wanted.

She lifted her shirt and bra and kissed her breasts slowly, savoring each one. Lucía kept gasping. Then it was Lucía who reacted: she sat up, pulled the top off the coach, and, with a clumsiness that had its own charm, repeated on Marina’s body what they had just done to hers. She squeezed, licked, explored.

For Lucía, all of it was new. She had felt curious before, especially since a night when she had kissed a friend at a party, but she had never gone any further. And if it had to happen, she preferred it this way: with someone she trusted, with a woman she found incredibly beautiful and who knew what she was doing. The kisses were soft, the caresses precise, and when Marina’s hand settled between her legs she felt a current run through her whole body. She decided to let herself go. If her first time with another woman was going to be with her coach, an experienced woman who could teach her, even better.

Marina pulled off her pajama pants and settled herself at the foot of the bed. Before anything else, she took one of Lucía’s feet in her hands. They were small, the nails neatly done. She brought it to her mouth and started tasting each toe one by one, running her tongue over the sole, and Lucía felt a tingling sensation climbing all the way up her leg. No one had ever done anything like that to her. Half dizzy, she thought that if everything that came next was going to be at that level, this night was going to change a lot of things.

The coach slowly worked her way up, barely biting the skin, tracing the inner thigh. Lucía was burning long before Marina reached anywhere important. It was the first time she discovered that her body had so many places capable of catching fire, and that one person could activate them with such calm. When Marina finally removed the last piece of clothing and placed her lips exactly where Lucía wanted them, Lucía had to press her hands against the sheets.

—If you moan that loud, the others will hear us —Marina whispered without stopping.

Lucía bit her lips to hold it in. It was hard. The pleasure was too much, and her coach turned out to be everything she had promised. Lucía watched her while she did it, really watched her for the first time: the firmness of her body, those gray eyes fixed on her, and she began to look forward impatiently to the moment she could give everything back.

Marina alternated her tongue and just the right amount of pressure, reading the girl’s body like someone who knew the road by heart. Lucía writhed, held on to the limit, and when she could take no more a muffled cry escaped against the back of her own hand. The orgasm left her trembling for a long time. She had never felt anything that dominated her like that, until it left her weak.

***

When she recovered, Lucía got nervous. She wanted to return the favor, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to do it as well. She decided to follow her instinct: she had a body too, she knew what felt good too. She settled between Marina’s legs, took a deep breath, first learned her scent and then her taste. The coach moaned softly, nonstop, and that sound gave Lucía the confidence she had been missing.

She did better than she expected. She tried rhythms, repeated whatever drew the strongest response, sucked and started again. A feeling invaded her that she had never felt before, something she couldn’t quite name, until she understood it was simply desire in its purest form: the urge to keep going, to make another woman moan, to discover that she liked this more than anything she had ever tried before. She focused, and after a little while she felt Marina’s body tense beneath her. The coach grabbed her hair, guided her, and finished with a long shiver that left her breathless.

—Did you like it? —Marina asked with a tired smile.

—A lot. I loved it when you grabbed my hair —Lucía replied.

—Do you want to come again? Let’s do it together —the coach suggested.

—I want you to teach me everything —Lucía said, and she meant it.

They settled facing each other, body against body, and sought each other out at the same time. Marina took the lead, setting the pace just like in training, and Lucía let herself be guided until she started trembling again. The coach, who still wasn’t satisfied, turned her onto her back, intertwined their legs until their bodies were joined, and started moving over her with all her strength. They were both gasping. When Marina came again, she leaned over Lucía to finish what was left, and this time she fucked her with her fingers, slowly at first and then without mercy, until the girl came one last time with her body arched.

At last Marina felt she had released everything the redhead had ignited in her hours earlier. She was left relaxed, empty in the good way. Lucía, beside her, felt like she had just glimpsed an entire world she hadn’t known existed, one with more pleasure than any man had ever given her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was already starting to imagine what would happen if one of her teammates, one who had always seemed gorgeous to her, found out how good she was at this now.

Marina drew her close to her chest and let her settle there. Like that, tangled together and spent, they drifted off to sleep, exhausted from discovering each other.