Helen Shuler watched the girls finish their laps around the
gym.  This was the best ninth-grade basketball team she had ever
coached.  They were already five-and-one (and losing that game by
a point in overtime!), and she expected them to do well in the
league this year, maybe even the finals.  She had a real center
and a forward with a good shot, and a real guard.
     Oh, did she have a guard!  Molly Anderson was smart,
aggressive, and could handle the ball.  She even had a steadily-
improving shot from the three-point circle.  Molly Anderson had
everything and Helen Shuler, twenty-nine, teacher, coach,
counselor, and lesbian had a deep, all-consuming, beyond
rational, lustful crush on her.
     Helen didn't know how to deal with it.  Over the years, she
had been attracted to, and had even had affairs with other
students, but those times had been nothing like this.  The girls
had been older, and for the most part, had come on to her.  Some
girls were glad to find another lesbian, and some had only wanted
to experiment (which Helen didn't mind).  The affairs had been
sweet and mutual and... ah... relaxed.  Nothing at all like what
she felt for this 14-year-old nymph.  She wanted to grab Molly,
rip her clothes off her ripe, young body, throw her across her
desk, and bury her face so deep, for so long, between Molly's
beautiful thighs, that Helen would have to worry about getting
enough air to breathe.
     And it wasn't just her spectacular legs.  Helen watched
Molly intently as she ran, laughing and talking, around the gym,
her pony-tail bobbing with each stride.  The young girl took her
breath away every time she looked at her.  Molly's huge gray eyes
looked at you with both knowledge and naivete.  Her bee-stung
lips were sensuous whether she was smiling or pouting.  Her face
was beautiful, her skin, flawless.  The just-developing little
freshman that had tried out for field hockey in August now stood
fuller and firmer and rounder than any 14-year-old had a right to
be.  Last week, Helen had snuck into Molly's locker while she was
showering and gasped as she saw the size tag in the girl's bra --
34-D!  On other occasions, the coach had felt Molly's tiny,
little silk and cotton panties, smelling the crotch and feeling
her heart quicken.  To Helen, Molly exuded a strong image of sexy
innocence, of sweet sluttiness, and the coach was captured in the
girl's aura.
     Helen experienced an involuntary shiver and snapped out of
her thoughts.  She blew her whistle twice and clapped her hands,
"Alright, alright.  That's enough running for now.  Hit the
showers.  And, remember, no practice until the twenty-seventh,
but I expect everybody to be here -- on time and rested.  Molly
Anderson!  Front and center!"
     "Yes, Miss Shuler?"
     "Molly, you missed the front end of two one-and-ones in the
last game; step to the line until you hit ten in a row."
     "Yes, ma'am."
     "You'll be the one handling the ball at the end of the game
and you're gonna get fouled; so you should practice free throws
after practice, when you're tired and your legs are dead.  Making
ten in a row adds pressure, like in a game."
     Molly took the ball and stepped to the line.  Never a cross
look or a pissy mood, Helen marveled.  [`Why can't all players
have this girl's attitude?']
     Molly missed two and then made three.  After the next miss
she made six in a row and then missed two, again.
     As she stood under the basket and threw the ball back to
Molly, Helen had listened to the showers stop and then watched
the other girls leaving.  She and Molly were the only people left
in the gym.
     "Okay, Anderson, that's four in a row.  Make your next shot
and we'll call it a day."
     Molly's next shot hit the backboard and every part of the
rim before it fell through the net.
     Helen and Molly both laughed and Helen put her arm around
the girl's shoulders as they walked to the lockerroom.
     "I don't know if we should count that one, Molly!"
     "Aw, Miss Shuler!  It went in.  It just took a little time
to make up its mind!"
     "Molly, can you lock both of the doors?  It's just us, and
we can go out my office door."
     "Sure, Miss Shuler."
     Helen went into the lockerroom and started undressing.  As
her clothes piled up on the floor, she wondered what she was
doing.  She was committed in a stable, long-term relationship
with a woman she loved, she was a respected staff member, and a
professional; but, here she was, risking it all, getting naked to
shower with this indescribably sexy 14-year-old girl, who had
never given Helen even the slightest sign of being attracted to
her.  Helen admitted to herself that that was all true -- yet,
none of it meant anything to her at that moment.
     Molly entered the lockerroom and hesitated for only the
briefest instant when she saw Helen standing naked at the
entrance to the showerroom.
     "Do you mind if I shower with you, Molly?  I'm done all my
paperwork and I want to get going, too.  If you mind, I can wait
until you're done..."
     Molly sat on the bench and began taking her shoes and socks
off.  "I-I don't mind, Miss Shuler.  I'll be right there."
     Helen stood and watched Molly undress.  After the shoes and
socks, Molly stood and pulled off her jersey and dropped her
shorts.  With a quick sideways glance at Helen (during which the
coach's heart stopped beating for fear that the girl HAD changed
her mind), Molly then pulled her sportsbra off her breasts and
over her head.  Quickly, she bent over and dropped her bike-
shorts and panties to the floor, grabbed her soap and towel and
ran into the showerroom in front of her coach.
     The coach was breathing fast.  When Molly pulled her
sportsbra off and exposed her breasts, Helen thought that she had
never seen a more perfect set of round, firm breasts.  When the
girl lowered her panties, Helen almost swooned -- the girl's
pussy was almost bare, with only the lightest dew-cover of honey-
blonde hairs!
     Helen followed Molly into the shower.
     Molly was shampooing her hair and had her eyes closed.
Helen stood under the hot water and soaked in all of the girl's
firm, taut, naked, young body.  She was hot, she was gone, she
was out of control.
     Helen stepped next to Molly and put her hands on top of the
girl's lather-filled head.  "Hey, how about I do yours and you do
mine?"
     "S-S-Sure, Miss Shuler."
     The coach stepped closer and felt the hard nipples on her
small breasts brush against the teenager's back and she
shuddered, again, with the sensation of being so close to the
object of her lust, at last.
     "Mmmmm... Your hands feel good, Miss Shuler."
     "When you're a coach, you have to give a lot of massages.
Have you ever had a full body massage, Molly?"
     "You mean, like you see at the wealthy spas on TV?  No.
They always look too rough."
     "Okay, rinse off.  Well, yes, like you see on TV, but it
doesn't have to be rough.  If it's done right, it loosens
everything up and you feel wonderful."
     Molly stepped back under the water and rinsed her hair.
Then she filled her hand with shampoo and turned to her coach,
"Now it's your turn!"
     Helen noticed that Molly seemed to have lost any
embarrassment at being naked together, and her hopes rose that
this could turn into something special.  She stepped close to the
girl and bent her knees to lower her head to Molly's level.  In
doing that, she came face to face with those big, round D-cuppers
of Molly's and had to struggle vigorously to keep from reaching
out and grabbing them in her hands.
     Molly spilled the shampoo onto her coach's head and began to
massage it into her scalp.  At first, she was tentative, but
became more energetic as she listened to Miss Shuler's grunts of
approval.  Getting into the shampooing, she didn't even seem to
notice when Helen reached up and placed her hands on Molly's
shoulders, to steady herself.
     All too soon for Helen, Molly stepped away and said, "Okay,
you can rinse, now."
     As the coach began to rinse, she saw Molly soaping her body.
She could feel the heat and moistness in her pussy as she watched
the girl slather the soap over and around her breasts, and then
move down to soap her thighs and finally between her legs.  The
girl was behaving totally innocently, yet watching her was like
watching an x-rated video where the actress was trying to turn
the viewers on.
     "I can wash your back," Helen offered.
     Molly smiled at her through the water, "No, thanks.  I'm
fine.  But thanks for the great shampoo.  My scalp is still
tingling."
     The shower was ending and Helen didn't know how to extend it
without exposing her real motives.  "I can give you that massage.
We have the training room to ourselves."
     Molly turned her showerhead off and grabbed a towel.  "Ummm,
you really made that sound good, Miss Shuler, but I better be
getting.  My daddy's probably waiting outside, already."
     Helen turned the water off and dejectedly followed Molly
into the lockerroom.  She thought that Molly, after a brief
initial hesitation, had become totally natural and at ease in the
shower; she gave no signs of arousal or come-on to the teacher.
To say she was disappointed was an understatement of her deep
emotions at that moment.  As she finished dressing, Molly walked
up to her and handed her a beautifully wrapped package.
     "What's this?"
     "Du-uh!  It's a Christmas present, Miss Shuler!  Put it
under your tree and open it on Christmas morning and think about
me.  I have to go, now.  Have a Merry Christmas, and I'll see you
at practice on the twenty-seventh."  Molly jumped up on the bench
and kissed her coach on the cheek and then ran out the door in
the coach's office.
     Helen Shuler looked at the package in her hand.  As she
smelled Molly's lingering fresh fragrance and heard the door in
her office close, she sat down hard on the wooden bench.  She
began to cry thinking about how hard it will be to *NOT* think
about sexy, sweet little Molly over Christmas break.  She knew
what she really wanted for Christmas, and she had come so close,
but now she knew she wasn't going to get it.
*
     As Molly and Robert walked in from the garage, Bobby was
just hanging up the phone.
     "Hi, Bobby.  Your Mom called me at the office a little while
ago and said she was going out to dinner and drinks with the
`girls' from the office and would be home late tonight.  So I
ordered pizzas and they should be here soon."
     Later, over pizzas and beers (Robert told Molly `One, only
-- and don't tell your mom!') the three of them sat and laughed
as they watched, for the umpteenth time, Chevy Chase and the
crazy Griswald family celebrate their `fun, family Christmas.'
*