Chapter 7

My name is Nancy Dodge and I was happy that my brother Jimmy was finally home from college and staying in his old room that had been converted to a sewing room by my mother on a long weekend when she had a little too much Chianti out on the back deck under the wide umbrella that shaded her from the glaring rays of the sun.

Now that Jimmy was home, I knew he would tend to my secret garden after our parents were asleep and I was totally prepared to welcome him home in a way that sisters normally did not do with twenty year old step-brothers. We had been doing it a long time and never got caught. It was a life-saver for both of us because he had his heart broken more than once by thoughtless bitches that used him for the sex and then went on to some other jerky guy with more money or a nicer looking car to show off to other drunken or drug addled friends looking for entertainment to drive away the boredom of life in a small town.

I got the perk of having my own personal cock close at hand and avoided that urge of necessity that teenaged girls had hounding them like a dark traveler forcing us to make concessions and spread our legs for undeserving pricks in the right place at the right time. Most of my horizontal unions lately had been with middle-aged fathers or young grooms fortunate enough to employ me for babysitting duties in the midnight hours. I did my best to select those families that had wives with a taste for the booze and husbands that sported hard dicks in need of remedial action because their spouses were overworked and lacking interest in conjugal duties. I found that policemen or firemen made the best employers because they were willing to take the risk of humping a teenaged girl that might or might not be the proper age for taking cock on the sly.

Most of the time, my tip from the husband was much more than the fee for babysitting and I got paid extra for furnishing “specials” to meet certain fetish requirements.

Right now, I had a slush fund of several thousand dollars accumulated after only four years of hard work in the babysitting industry. I had managed to win a full scholarship for my Lacrosse skills and my body was in the best shape ever between the horizontal work-outs and the exercise work-outs I completed every day for my sporting skills. My favorite muscles, the glutes were perfect in curvature. I didn’t have a single extra ounce of fat anywhere on my much complimented, beautiful teenaged body to detract from my physical appearance. My final interview for the scholarship was with a professional player from the West Coast. Her name was Sandy Hawkins and she was one of those female Lacrosse players that was more like a boy than most of the boys playing on an all-male team.

Apparently, Ms. Hawkins was to be the new coach of the girl’s team and she was conducting a talent search of her own to find suitable players for the fledging team. We went out on the field and she had me go through a routine of passing and running that accentuated my skills in a way that old videos did not really address. After the workout, we were both a bit sweaty and headed to the girl’s locker room for showers before heading to the country club for some lunch and iced tea. I was a little uncomfortable being totally naked with Ms. Hawkins all by ourselves in the showers, but we were just two females together and there was nothing wrong about that. I was surprised when she offered to scrub my back but I didn’t refuse because I could easily repay the favor by taking care of her as well. The touch of her hard hand all over my skin and then down on my twitching glutes was strangely exciting and I found that to be completely foreign to me because I usually only got that sort of yen from boys.

“Spread your legs a little, Nancy. I will soap you up down there and then you can do me.”

I opened my knees wide and took her hand between my cheeks in a way that I usually only reserved for some guy I wanted to get completely between my legs in a way that I would remember for a very long time. At first, she used the wash cloth and then she just put the soap on her fingers and explored every little nook and cranny of my feminine folds like a nurse checking me out for a full report for the doctor.

“Oh, my, Coach Hawkins, that feels so good right there. Thank you for taking care of me so special. I promise to do you just as nicely and I always keep my promises.”

The older woman had pushed me straight into a major orgasm with her knowing hands and I barely stopped shaking when I started to repay the favor. The coach was lean and well-muscled all over her body just like some of the guys I had been getting up close and personal with lately. She really over-reacted when I reached her tightly clenched flanks. I insisted on spreading her cheeks and worked on her little brown-eye with my middle finger just like my step-brother get me ready for anal fun and games of complete surrender. My finger slid inside with little difficulty and the coach bent over grabbing her ankles still in the full stream of the shower water. The hot jets hit her crack and my finger worked its way inside insidiously like a covert operator looking for secret information.

“That’s good, little girl, I am certain we will have a place for you on the team. I want all my girls to be a team, on the field and off the field, when close contact is just as important to forming good communication.”

She was holding my wrist as I moved rapidly between her legs and I knew she was getting the right message because she let out a gasp of complete surrender and covered my fingers with female juices in a way that let me know we were fully compatible in a certain physical sense that bordered on similar sensuality.

I told Jimmy all about my experience and he told me,