You close your eyes as you realize that next to the prospect of breaking the electric contact between your crotch and Debbie's thigh, of losing that incredible fluttering in your stomach ... well, right and wrong don't seem as important as they used to. You know you need to leave. You know you should leave. You just don't know if you can leave.
Opening your eyes, you see Debbie staring down at you, and your gazes lock. Her smile is both playful and confident. You, by contrast, are panting and moaning, writhing and squirming, your indecision written across your face. “Well, Coach ? What do you think you think should be the price of losing to the towel girl, hmm?”.
Debbie's baiting tone has an undercurrent of promise that makes your heart pound all the harder. You make up your mind. You have to get out of here. Now. A quick push to get out of the tub, and then leave. You can think about what to say to Debbie tomorrow. For now, getting gone is all that matters. On the count of five, you're gone.
One ... you tense your shoulders to lift you out. One big surge, and that's it.
Two ... You draw in a breath, trying to remember if your keys are in your purse or in your jacket.
Three ... you smile up at Debbie with a gleam in your eye that nobody back home would recognize, and you let go of your guilt, your reservations, and most importantly the edge of the tub, slipping calmly beneath the water once more.
You don't really sink, but your head dips below surface as you float bonelessly. Debbie tenses, half expecting the battle to begin anew, but you just let the jets bump you against her as they may, surrendering to the current in a just about every way possible.
Debbie's hands slide beneath you, and gently lift you up. She's strong for her size, and your stomach flutters as she cups your ass in her hands and effortlessly lifts you clear of the tub, sitting you on the deck with your feet dangling in the water. You stare down at your knees, awash in arousal and still a little fear until Debbie's strong fingers cup your chin and lift your head to look into her eyes. “So, how does it feel to be a prize, Coach ?” she asks, her voice full of confidence as she slides her hands onto your shoulders.
You only stammer back at her, unable to find any words. She steps inward, pushing your knees to either side of her body, pressing herself against you. She tugs your head back gently but firmly by the hair, and her other hand slides between your legs, drawing a shudder and a moan from you. Her lips are so close to yours that you feel her speak more than hear her “That's no answer. How does it feel to be a loser?”
You mumble in reply, squirming a bit against her lean, strong body, and she tugs a bit harder, arching your back, your chin pointing up at the ceiling. “Louder.” she orders you flatly, and you manage a breathy whisper “Good. It feels ... good.” You have to roll your eyes to see her face because she won't let you turn your head, and you see the light of her superiority dancing in her eyes.
“And who's school is this tonight?” she asks, licking her lips.
“... Yours. It's Debbie's School.”
“That's right. Good girl.” She nips your earlobe and pulls you back to a sitting position, reveling in her power over you. “Now show me what kind of titties my little prize has.” she orders, slipping her hands under your shoulder straps. “Now.” She leans back, and you find you can't move. Your arms tremble at your sides and you stare into her eyes in mute appeal.
Debbie sighs at your reticence and with a sudden tug, yanks your suit down to your waist. Your breasts spring free, bouncing from the motion, and you bite your lip as the fabric scrapes across your protruding nipples. You find your shoulders drawing back, displaying them to their best advantage, and glancing sidelong at her shyly, you see Debbie smile as she notices.
“What do you want, a cookie? Play with them for me. I want to see you touch them.” Again, you find yourself unable to take the crucial step. Deb grabs your wrists and presses your hands into your chest. “Do I have to do everything here?” she exclaims in mock exasperation, and it occurs to you that maybe she does. If she wants to be in charge so badly, let her. “You feel a nervous little smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you find your voice. “Yes.” you say quietly, as you slowly begin kneading and squeezing your tits for her, playing your thumb over your nipples, lifting them and pressing them together.
Debbie had been staring at your chest, licking her lips, and had almost missed what you said. She looked confused for a second before she caught the look in your eye. “Oh, my. So Big Bad Coach wants to be my little ragdoll, eh? How cute is that?” She pinches your cheek and tugs your head back and forth by the cheek. You do your best to follow her hand, staring into her eyes the whole time.
Smirking, Debbie puts her hands on your knees, and yanks firmly. Your legs open at her touch and she steps in between them, putting her arms around your neck. Her touch is gentle but insistent as she pulls you forward. Her tongue flicks out and brushes your lips. You let your lips part, but she pulls back and merely pecks you on the tip of your nose. Debbie raises your arms above your head, and tilts your chin up. Your back arches, tilting your breasts out towards her, heaving slightly in time with your rapid breaths. Her hands start gently exploring you. You try not to squirm as they tickle their way over your armpits and down your ribcage, and then up the smooth swimmer's muscles in your back. She steps closer, and you feel the warmth of her against you as her hands slide over your shoulders and down to your breasts.
Debbie's moving slightly against you now, and you bite your lip as her thumbs roll over your stiff nipples, aching for want of attention. You close your eyes, lost in the experience as her little tongue darts out and touches your earlobe, then kisses your neck just below your jaw. Her other hand has been busy caressing along your thighs, and your eyes snap open with a gasp as you feel it slip beneath the folds of your suit gathered around your waist. Her hand cups your womanhood and you feel a flush rising in your cheeks as her middle finger presses itself between your lips, just barely parting them. “Aaah ...” is all you can manage as you tense.
You can feel Debbie's smirk as she begins to move her hand up and down, just fractions of an inch, not penetrating at all. You try to look down but she takes your chin in her hand and tilts your head back to where she wants it. You stare up at the ceiling as your thighs begin to quiver from her attentions. She kisses her way down your neck, planting a light peck between your breasts, her cheeks brushing them. You squirm as she holds you there, feeling her breath on your nipples and her hand in your crotch. Your abs are straining to keep you in the awkward position she's placed you in, and soon you can stand no more. Your arms drop to her shoulders to keep you from falling back, and you pull yourself forward, pressing your chest in towards her teasing mouth.
The girl's hands close on your wrists instantly, and she pries your arms back without much effort. She's pressed against you ever so briefly, your face buried in her shoulder as she pushes your arms behind your back. Your wrists cross, her grip shifts, and she thrusts her chest forward, pushing you back. You lose your balance, feet flailing in the water, and the only thing that saves you from cracking your head on the hard tiles is Debbie's strong grip.
You're lying on your back, staring up at her grin flashing in the darkness. She trails a finger across your left breast, drawing a shudder from you. She snorts in mock scorn “Some ragdoll you turned out to be, huh?” Debbie suddenly and sharply pinches your nipples. Your eyes bug open at the sudden flare of pain, and the accompanying arousal. You start to sit up, but she lets go long enough your your forehead to run right into her hand. She shoves you back lightly, your head bonking against the floor. Your arms popped free, but Debbie has them pinned in her strong grip before you even realize it. She raises herself over you, her shins pinning your thighs in place as she kneels across them. Every drop of water that falls from her young body traces a line of fire across you as it continues to the floor.
Debbie lowers herself so that she's just barely rubbing against you. You arch up towards her, and she recedes. You flop back to the floor, and there she is again. Your muscles are soon exhausted, and when Debbie moves your arms above your head, pinning both of your wrists in one hand, you haven't the will or the strength to resist.
She moves to the side, and her free hand continues teasing you, tweaking your nipples, pinching the insides of your sensitive thighs, sliding over your throbbing pussy. You writhe and squirm, and make wordless, mewling whines of frustration, your heels drumming against the inside of the Hot tub. “Please ...” you manage, finally.
You tremble as Debbie's hand makes a slow, torturous journey up your torso. Her fingers trace your lips, and you can taste your own juices on them. You're shocked to find your tongue flicking out at them, but Debbie only chuckles smugly. “Please what, Coach ? What do you want?” She dangles her dripping fingers above your mouth, moving them around in a circle. Your head follows them like a dog on a leash. “You.” you barely whisper. “I ... I want you.”
“Really?” She exclaims in mock surprise. “I thought you wanted to play little games and be a ragdoll. Isn't that what you want?” You cry out as her hand snaps down to your pussy again, her fingers spreading your lips. You shake your head, gasping as a finger slips inside you, and moan in disappointment as it immediately withdraws. She leans down and kisses you gently, pressing against you full length. “And don't you forget it.” Debbie chides playfully, tapping the tip of your nose with a wagging finger.
You feel every inch of Debbie's firm softness pressing against every inch of you, the remnants of her baby fat, and the toned swimmers muscles underneath as she slides slowly down your trembling body towards the tub. Her bush rasps across your shaved smoothness, her stomach slides across yours as it follows ... her breasts are squeezed between your thighs for a second as she squirms through. She still has your wrists, having drawn your arms down with her. She hovers over you, exactly where you want her to be.
You push your hips up at her, trying to bring the thudding need between your legs to her, and you feel the warm breath of her laughter as she holds you at bay. Your ass slaps against the tile as your legs give out. You slump in utter defeat, moaning your frustration to the ceiling as she nips delicately at the insides of your twitching thighs.
Debbie's releases your wrists in order to spread your legs further, and you find your hands sliding to your breasts, kneading and squeezing. Her nimble tongue works it's way up your thigh, and her teeth nibble gently around the edges of your pussy as you writhe. Your breath catches, and you close your eyes, adrift on a sea of sensation that you've been denying yourself for so long, but your little tormentor isn't finished playing quite yet.
“Come on, Coach . I'm just a little towel girl in need of guidance. Tell me what to do ... C'mon, sweetie. Tell Debbie what you need.” Your eyes are squeezed shut as you concentrate on the feelings surging up from between your legs. “Fuck me ... please fuck me” you pant between clenched teeth.
“Louder.” Debbie's voice is smug with her victory, but you don't care anymore. You arch your back, pinch your nipples, and scream up to the ceiling “Oh, god! FUCK! ME! PLEASE! FU-” you break off in what's almost a sob as you flop back down again, and as you feel Deb reposition herself, you know she's relenting. You stifle a sigh of relief and lay back, wondering what the first light flick of her tongue will feel like ....
And That's when the lights come on. |