Chapter 1
The shower room was a hazy fog of steam. The scent of bath soap lingered in the air. There they stood, in all their naked glory in the entrance to the shower room. She gazed at the youthful splendor of her charges' bodies, she was overcome by that combination of lust and motherly pride which had obsessed her since she had gotten the job as girls' gym teacher at Central High School two years before.
It had been a rough two years. When Dahlia had started, the major activities available for girls in the school were ridiculously limited. There was volleyball and such in regular gym periods, and a few intramural teams playing other gym sports, but little real opportunity for the girls to compete with other schools. Dahlia had changed all that.
The team whose adolescent bodies Dahlia was so protectively watching was the champion of the new All-Girls City Softball League. The League had been Dahlia's brainchild, and she had fought for it up through the levels of the school administration, finally winning the support of the City Council, which had forced the schools to divert funding for girls' inter-school athletics.
Yes, Dahlia Peterson had a lot to be proud of. Not least of all, she was proud of her girls. She eyed them avidly as they went through the horseplay common to communal showers.
There was her pitcher, Barbara Lassnow. Barbara was a tall girl, muscular and rangy. Her high, up-turned breasts seemed oddly out of place on her wiry frame. Under the stimulation of the shower spray, the small, eraser-sized nipples stood up straight and proud, almost pointing at the ceiling. Her dark pubic hair was scant, barely concealing the entrance to the cleft of her pussy.
Lana Rojas, the catcher, was a different type altogether. She was short and olive beautiful. Her bone structure was large, and her breasts just small sensual swellings, small bumps on the broad expanse of her breastbone. But her wide hips, made for child-bearing, made her among the sexiest members of the team. As she bent over to retrieve a dropped bar of soap, Dahlia could plainly see the pinkness of the inside of her pussy, and the puckering node of her asshole as her buttocks flared apart with the motion.
Slowly, Dahlia swept her eyes over each member of the team, lingering on each one as she noted the varied beauty of each. Truly it was a wonderful thing for a lesbian to have access to this sort of stimulation daily. And she was a good teacher as well. The success of her teams showed that.
Having surveyed each team member closely, Dahlia returned her eyes to Rosie Trivet, the first baseman. Here was the gem of the team, in every way. As a ballplayer, she was easily the best on the team. Her fielding was spectacular; she was fast and accurate. She was also the leading batter in the entire league.
But it was not on Rosie's Softball abilities that Dahlia Peterson's mind dwelled as she watched the girl turn off the shower head and stroll to the towel rack. It was rather on the nubile perfection of her half-child's body. Dahlia's eyes narrowed as she watched the saucy rise and fall of the young girl's pale white ass cheeks. Each was a perfect half-globe, rotating and undulating in that unconscious sensuality of the early teen years. As Rosie began to dry herself, she turned to face Dahlia across the room. Their eyes met, and Rosie smiled with the innocence of her fifteen years. As she vigorously dried her back with the towel slung back over her shoulders, the firm orbs of her perfect medium sized tits jiggled and bounced provocatively. She moved the towel down and began to dry between her buttocks, causing her lightly-downed pubic mound to move back and forth in an unconscious imitation of the sexual act. Dahlia couldn't take any more. She could feel her pussy becoming damp through her panties and tan sweatpants. She walked over to where Rosie was seated, drying the last droplets of water from her long and shapely legs.
"Well, Rosie. That was the best practice so far this year. If we keep this up, we'll be in A-.l shape for the first game of the season."
"Oh, Miss Peterson. That's not for two weeks yet. We'll be much better by then!"
Dahlia suppressed a mad urge to reach out and stroke the gentle curve of Rosie's neck as she threw her hair up over it and began to rub her long, golden locks vigorously.
"Well, I hope so. I certainly don't want to give back that cup this year. We've got some pretty good competition, and it's going to take a lot of teamwork to keep up to snuff. I hope everyone is keeping to the training schedule, and watching their diets."
"Oh, I'm sure they are. But it's hard for some of the girls. What do you do when a boy asks you out, and you've got to tell him that your coach won't let you out more than once a week?"
"Is that a big problem for you, Rosie?"
"No, not for me. I've got so many things to do what with the advanced classes I'm in and the team that I don't have time for boys much at all." In addition to athletic excellence, Rosie was one of the brightest young scholars in the City school system.
"What! No boyfriends? Why, I'd have thought that every boy in the school would be drooling over you."
Rosie frowned as she began to pull on her panties. Dahlia almost groaned aloud as she saw the beauty of the girl's naked torso taken from her view.
"Well, I can't deny that I get a lot of offers. But somehow, the boys I meet in school seem so young."
"I know exactly what you mean, my dear."
Rosie continued to dress, watched avidly by the pretty young gym teacher. She put on a soft half-bra, and slipped a beige cashmere sweater over it. As she pulled on her jeans, obscuring the last of her adolescent beauty, Dahlia spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"By the way, Rosie, the elections for team captain are at the end of this week."
"I know, Miss Peterson."
"Well, I've been talking with the other girls, and the election is going to be only a matter of form. They're unanimous in their feeling that you should have the job."
"Oh, Miss Peterson." Rosie clapped her hands in pubescent delight.
"Now, of course this isn't official yet, but there are a lot of things I want to talk over with you, and I'd like to get some of them straightened out right away. Are you doing anything this afternoon. Like right now?"
"Well, I was going to stop at the library on my way home to do some research on my science project. But I can always do that tomorrow."
"Excellent! I'll tell you what. How about we go over to my place. We can have some coffee or something, and talk. Then I'll drive you home later."
"Oh, that sounds keen, I always hate conferences in teacher's offices."
"I agree. They always seem so cold. A student should fell that a teacher has time for her individually, not just on an appointment basis in some cold office."
"Oh, I agree completely, Miss Peterson."
"Good. Why don't you go and comb your hair and get ready while I get my things from the office. I'll meet you in the parking lot in about ten minutes.
"OK. See you then." Rosie strolled away, turning to give Dahlia a broad smile.
'What am I getting myself into,' Dahlia thought as she watched the slow sensual sway of Rosie's pert buttocks. 'After all I've gone through to get and keep this job.' But she couldn't keep the memory of Rosie's pliant young body in the shower from dominating her mind and reason.
"Well, this is it. Just throw your things anywhere. I'll be out in a minute."
Rosie looked around the living room of Dahlia's apartment as the teacher strolled through the open door of the bedroom and closed it behind. Rosie had never been in a teacher's apartment before. The living room was furnished in exquisite taste. Over the functioning fireplace hung a print of a Modigliani nude. The other walls were also covered with expensive reproductions of lush, full female bodies, crowned by a huge reproduction in oil of Goya's' Naked Maja over the long, soft couch. The walls were covered with book shelves. Walking over to one, Rosie glanced over the titles. There were many books on physical fitness. One title intrigued her young mind. It was "Sexual Aberrations of Western Womanhood." Taking it down from the shelf, she began to leaf through it, fascinated. She'd just begun a paragraph dealing with lesbianism in America when her gym teacher came back into the room.
"Inspecting my library, Rosie?"
The girl turned, and stifled a gasp. Dahlia was dressed in a diaphanous white peignoir. As she walked, it became apparent that she was wearing no bra. Rosie could see the impressions of her nipples where they pressed against the soft and clinging fabric.
Dahlia noticed the surprised stare and the wonder on her student's face. "Oh, I'm sorry I should have prepared you. I spend so much time at school in gym clothes and stuffy teacher's outfits, that I always like to put on something comfortable and feminine when I'm in the privacy of my home. Why, sometimes I don't wear anything at all!"
The two young women laughed together, Rosie somewhat nervously.
"But enough of that. I think that your election as team captain calls for a toast, and I can't see toasting in coffee." Dahlia winked at her student. "How about something a little stronger?"
"Why, Miss Peterson! You know I'm too young to drink. Besides, it's against your own training rules."
"Well, rules are made to be broken. Besides, it won't hurt to have just one. And I certainly won't tell the police or the school board if you don't," She smiled disarmingly.
Rosie couldn't help but laugh. "All, right. I guess one drink won't hurt."
"Good. What would you like?"
"I don't really know much about liquor. Whatever you're having."
"Excellent. Two gin and tonics coming up."
Dahlia walked into the kitchen to fix the drinks. As she reached up to the cabinet over the sink to get down the gin bottle, she could feel her distended nipples brushing against the fabric of her peignoir. Her palms were sweating, and she moved as a woman in a trance. This entire episode was unplanned, the product of her excitement at the sight of Rosie's lovely body in the shower.
'Oh, what am I doing,' she thought as she opened the refrigerator and took out ice cubes and tonic water. 'I've been so discreet so far on this job. Am I going to throw it all away now?' But even as her mind warned her, she found herself tipping the gin bottle to give Rosie a healthy double shot. She'd been a long time without a woman.
Rosie was seated on the couch when she came out of the kitchen carrying the two glasses. She was leafing through a coffee table book of nudes with rapt attention. She intended to major in art in college, and the lush beauty of the old masters in the book captivated her.
"Here we are. One drink to toast the new captain of the softball team." Dahlia smiled gaily as she handed the glass to Rosie. Their fingers touched, and the older woman felt a tingle of excitement throughout her love-starved body.
"You know, Miss Peterson, this is my first cocktail."
"Well, enjoy it, my dear," the gym teacher replied as she took a seat on the couch only inches from her star player. "Here's to a successful season!" She raised her glass. Rosie clinked hers to Dahlia's, and the two women sipped at the strong cocktails.
"Oh, this tastes good! Like a tingly lime-aid."
"I'm glad you like it, Rosie. You deserve a little relaxation now and then. I'm surprised you don't have a nervous breakdown, working so hard at your school work and playing ball as well."
"Well, like I told you, I don't carry on much of a social life. And I really love my school work. I want to be a teacher, just like you!"
Dahlia looked deeply into the young girl's eyes. She saw the ingenuous gleam of youthful innocence. Quickly, she cast her glance down to her drink. She stared at the lime wedge floating in the cocktail, trying to keep her thoughts from lustful anticipation. Her pussy was beginning to get moist; she could feel excitement taking control of her. She had to have this girl!
"Tell me, Rosie. Haven't you had any experience with boys?"
"Well ... " Rosie took another gulp of her drink. She didn't know how strong it was and had almost finished it already. "I have gone out with a few. But they all seem to want to ... do things to me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know ... Touch me."
"Oh."
"And they're always so rough! They don't care how, I feel. They just want to touch me. Sometimes they try to force me to touch them, too. It scares me."
"I know just what you mean, my dear."
Absent-mindedly, Dahlia moved her hand over and began to run her nails up and down Rosie's bare upper arm. The girl began to recoil, then relaxed. She could feel a warm sort of euphoria from the double strength gin and tonic she'd drunk, and the light caress of her teacher's fingers on her arm seemed curiously soothing. After all, this was her gym teacher. What could be wrong?
Dahlia's hand moved upward and began to lightly stroke her young first baseman's neck, kneading and massaging the muscles. Rosie sighed and leaned her head forward. This was marvelous; just what she needed after a hard afternoon on the field.
"You seem tense, Rosie. Is anything the matter?"
"No. It's just that these first few weeks of practice seem to tighten up all my muscles. Usually I go home and soak in a hot tub. Then I feel fine."
"Well, I know a better way than that. Have you ever had a real massage?"
"Why, no. But I've heard that a massage is the best thing for sore muscles."
"You bet it is. And I just happen to be one of the best masseuses around. In fact, I took a course in body massage in college. I may be a little out of practice, but I'll give you one if you like."
"Gee, Miss Peterson. Would you?"
"You bet! Why don't you go in the bedroom and strip down to your underwear while I go and get the massage oil. I'll make us another drink, too, while you get ready.
Rosie walked into the bedroom and began to remove her clothes. It felt a little funny to be undressing in another woman's bedroom. But, after all, Miss Peterson had seen her naked many times, and the combination of alcohol and the prospect of a soothing massage disarmed the young girl completely.
Dahlia's hand shook as she mixed two more strong drinks. 'There's still time to call this off,' she thought. But she knew as she went into the bathroom and took down the bottle of herbal massage oil that once she had her hands on Rosie's lush young body, she would be lost.
Rosie was standing admiring the prints of Parisian street scenes on the bedroom wall when Dahlia entered the room. Her pink cotton panties were drawn into the cleft of her buttocks. The soft curves of her lower cheeks stuck out provocatively below the elastic leg holes. Dahlia almost dropped her tray with the drinks and massage oil at the sight, but had regained her composure by the time Rosie turned around.
Rosie felt slightly embarrassed to be standing in front of her teacher in this state of undress. The firm, pliant curves of her breasts rose and swelled above the half cups of her bra. Her long, pale, shapely legs swept upward to meet at the crotch of her panties. A few stray wisps of blonde pubic hair trailed from the meeting place of her thighs.
Dahlia set the tray down on the night table.
"Well, Rosie, let's get on with your massage. Why don't you just lie down on your stomach on the bed?"
Rosie obeyed, lying down and burying her head in the soft pillow, preparing herself for the soothing warmth of the massage.
Dahlia stood back a moment, surveying her student. She stared at the supple grace of her back, the sweep of her spinal cord from her petite shoulder blades down the declivity of the small of her back, rising to the lush upsweep of her lovely ass. It was all she could do to avoid attacking the girl right then and there.
'Slowly, now, Dahlia,' she told herself. 'We mustn't frighten the girl.'
Sitting down on the bed, Dahlia reached over and picked up the massage oil. She tipped some into the palm of her hands, and put her hands together, coating both with the slick, scented oil. Almost worshipfully, she reached down and began to spread the oil over Rosie's back, starting at the small of her beautiful spinal curve and working upwards toward the shoulders.
"Uh, Rosie. Don't be embarrassed, but it'll be a lot easier to do your back without this bra strap in the way. Do you mind if I undo it?"
"Why, no, Miss Peterson," Rosie murmured into the pillow. "It's kind of chafing in this position anyway."
Dahlia reached down and undid the clasp of the bra, then spread the ends of the bra strap out away from Rosie's torso. Taking another handful of massage oil, she began to spread it all over Rosie's back, from the base of the spine up to the corded neck muscles. She moved Rosie's long blonde hair up over her head, and began to knead the muscles all around the neck, moving her long supple fingers up over the base of the skull to work on the bottom of the scalp.
"Mmmmmm." Rosie moaned as she felt her teacher's strong hands pulling and kneading at the taut muscles of her back.
"Does that feel good, Rosie?"
"Oh, yes. I can feel the muscles relaxing. Please don't stop."
"I won't dear. Don't worry."
For a while, Dahlia just moved her hands up and down Rosie's perfectly formed back, kneading and pulling at the skein of muscle tissue over the back of the rib cage, surrounding the spine. Then she slowly began to move her splayed hands outward, to the girl's flanks. As she did so, her fingers trailed down and lightly stroked the sides of Rosie's luscious tits where they bellied out from' the pressure of lying on her stomach. Rosie just sighed, suspecting nothing.
'Can this girl be so innocent?' Dahlia was almost mad with lust as she continued to massage Rosie's back, diverting her fingers on each sweep to touch the fullness of the girl's breasts. She could feel the juices gathering in her hot snatch under the loose-fitting negligee.
Now the teacher began to concentrate on working at the small of Rosie's back, digging her thumbs in on either side of the spine while pressing down and in toward the center with her strong fingers. Slowly as she did this, her hands began to sweep further down with each stroke. Soon she was encompassing the top of Rosie's full round buttocks with each rotation of her hands, moving her fingers up over the white hillocks, and touching her fingers together at the beginning of the heavenly cleft between them.
Rosie drifted in a world of sensual relaxation. Never had she dreamed that the touch of another's hands on her body, alternately gentle and firm, could relax her body so. She noticed when Dahlia began to include the fringes of her private zones in the massage, but the overall effect was so stimulating and relaxing at once, that she didn't question the naturalness of the acts.
"Now, Rosie, to be really complete, a massage must encompass all the major groups of muscles in the body. One of the most important groupings, and the one which most often is the seat of muscular tension, is in the buttocks. This group is the key to the system of muscles that leads down the thighs, to the calves and ankles, and a massage which ignores it is only half effective. If you want me to give you a really complete massage, I'll have to remove your panties."
Somewhere in Rosie's brain an alarm went off. This couldn't be proper. But she knew that massages in ladies' gyms were conducted in the nude. And wasn't Miss Peterson a qualified masseuse? Surely this was really no different than having a professional massage.
"Mm-hmm ..." she murmured into the pillow. "Go ahead."
With trembling fingers, Dahlia slipped Rosie's panties from her hips. The girl helped by raising them momentarily from the bed. They slid easily from the girl's long, curvaceous legs.
Dahlia gasped at the perfection of the buttocks now exposed to her gaze. Pressed tightly together, they resembled two round acorns, coming to a tapering point at the tops of her thighs. She could see a few wisps of blonde pubic hair sticking out from that divine juncture.
She returned to her massage, starting where she had left off, at the base of the spine. Slowly, she began to move her hands downward, onto the snowy protuberances she had watched in lust for so long. Her hands took one buttock each, positioning themselves in the center of the lovely half globes, pressing down on the muscles, moving from the bottom of the cheeks to the tops.
Rosie sighed. This was heavenly. Involuntarily, she shifted so that her legs were slightly parted. Dahlia could see down through the gap between the thighs, could see clearly the object of her quest, the beautiful, down-covered lips of Rosie's virginal pussy.
Dahlia didn't miss a beat in her slow, sensual massage, but her breathing became slightly harsh and labored as she gazed at the exposed pussy only two feet from her moist lips. She moved her hands down to the tops of Rosie's thighs, encircling those pale pillars with her hands, working on the tight bunches of muscle just under the buttocks.
'Oh, this is heavenly,' Rosie thought. 'It's so nice to just lay here and be worked on like this. It sure beats a hot bath!'
Dahlia carefully orchestrated the movement of her hands. At just the proper moment, she pursued the skein of muscle at the top of the thigh so that her fingers scooped just under Rosie's uplifted buttocks, and pressed in at the top of the grouping, where it was terminated softly, lusciously, irresistibly, on either of the sides of the crotch. She could feel the softness of the outer folds of Rosie's blonde pussy with the outer tips of her fingers as they brushed over the entrance to Rosie's womanhood, seemingly innocent.
Rosie was a little alarmed. Surely a simple massage shouldn't extend to between her legs. But, at the same time, she felt a slow growth of warmth in her entire body, centered on her pussy. It felt so good! She could feel the moisture building in her snatch, just as it did on those nights when she masturbated in bed at home.
Dahlia couldn't believe it was going to be this easy. She lightly stroked Rosie's outer lips a little more boldly on each pass of her fingers. She could feel tremors of excitement building in the girl, as she massaged boldly the muscles of the lower thighs, then moved on to the calves. She spread the soothing oil all over the back of the girl's body, tenderly caressing, then roughly massaging each tense muscle. Slowly she worked her way back up Rosie's body, concentrating again on her partially exposed pussy lips, superb buttocks, moving back up to trace the full bulges of the young girl's breasts on either side of her rib cage.
"MMmmmmm ... MMmmmmm ..." Rosie moaned.
The young girl was in a paradise of sensation she had never entered before. The soft touch of her teacher's hands, the lingering alive feeling wherever they had passed, was in sharp contrast to the feeling of revulsion she had had whenever some boy she'd gone out with had clumsily tried to roughly fondle her, pawing at her clothing in impatient adolescent lust.
Dahlia listened as Rosie's breathing grew heavier, her sighs and moans more frequent. 'Why, this luscious creature is almost as hot as I am!' she realized with surprise. It was time to throw caution to the winds.
"Well, Rosie, that does it for the back. Would you turn over. I'll be done in no time." She spoke briskly, trying to hide her lust. She knew that the massage would be over soon. But what she planned for afterwards would last a lot longer!
Without thinking, Rosie turned over on her back, facing upward at her teacher. As she did her bra slipped completely off her tits, so that as she lay on her back, the soft mounds lay totally exposed to Dahlia's lustful gaze, the erect nipples pointing straight up, the fine imprint of the bedspread slowly fading from the pale tenderness of the full mounds.
Dahlia moaned. She couldn't keep up the pretext of a massage any longer. Leaning forward, she reached down with her oil-covered hands and ran them over the beautiful breasts so brazenly exposed to her.
Rosie looked up in surprise and alarm. Her teacher was slowly kneading the tender breasts that had never known any touch but her own. She could see that Dahlia's eyes were shut tight. The teacher's tongue darted in and out, passing sensuously over her moist red lips.
Dahlia was as a woman possessed. She ran her hands lovingly over Rosie's tits, then moved them to the sides, caressing the girl's flanks, returning to trace the outline of the breasts where they flowed down over the rib cage.
Slowly, Rosie's alarm began to fade. She knew that something very wrong was going on, but she hoped it would never stop. She moaned low in the back of her throat as Dahlia lowered her face to the upturned erect nipples, biting and nipping, drawing the pert tips into her warm mouth, sucking them in, circling them with her sinuous tongue. The girl was lost in an ecstatic world of passions she'd never explored before. Involuntarily, she moved her hands up and began to stroke Dahlia's short, mannishly-cut hair, moving her fingers down to massage the straining muscles of the teacher's neck, just as her own had been massaged only moments before.
Throwing caution to the winds, Dahlia moved her hands down Rosie's heaving flanks. She insinuated them under the girl's buttocks, clenching the beautiful cheeks together, then prying them apart. Slowly she moved her hands up and over Rosie's thighs, and moved one hand into the gap between the girl's now outspread thighs, at first caressing the downy outer lips of her snatch, then cautiously beginning to insert one finger into the heavenly orifice.
Rosie moaned. She'd heard of lesbian love, but it had always been painted as a foul perversion. How could she reconcile the tender, knowing caress of her gym teacher with the tales of brutish unnatural sex she'd heard? Obviously she'd been lied to. Instinctively, she reached out for her teacher and welcomed her into her folded arms. She moved her hands up and down Dahlia's back, feeling the teacher's full buttocks through the thin material of her negligee.
Dahlia stood up, undid the sash at her neck, and allowed the peignoir to fall to the floor. She stood in all her radiant beauty before the admiring gaze of her student. Rosie reached out her hand.
Moving to the bed, holding Rosie's hand. Dahlia began the exploration of love. She bent over the girl's body, kissing the upturned tits, then began to run her mouth down Rosie's belly, her long tongue snaking in and out, lapping at the pale, creamy skin. Her mouth reached Rosie's sparse blonde pubic triangle. Without pausing she shifted her body to kneel over. Rosie's body and dipped her head in between the girl's out flung thighs.
Rosie cried out in surprise and passion at the first touch of Dahlia's lips to her virgin pussy. Her hips bucked upward involuntarily as Dahlia stuck her tongue boldly into the orifice, past the outer lips, to lick and slurp along the inner lips, upward until it made contact with the budding, swelling clitoris.
Dahlia couldn't believe it had been this easy. She was in heaven as she tasted the nectar of Rosie's sweet love juices. She drew the stiffening button of the girl's clit into her hungry mouth, rolling her tongue around it, lightly nipping it with her perfect teeth as the body under her began to writhe and hump wildly on the bed. She could feel Rosie's low moans reverberating through her diaphragm, and knew that her two long years of loneliness and frustration were at an end.
Rosie moaned, a long, low continuous sound from the back of her throat and the depths of her soul. Opening her eyes, she was staring right into Dahlia's dripping cunt. The teacher was kneeling with her wide-flung thighs straddling the young girl's head, and Rosie could see clearly the thick brown hair of her pubic mound, the silky outer lips of her pussy, and the moist pinkness of her exposed inner lips and vaginal canal. She knew what would please her teacher.
Reaching up, Rosie grasped Dahlia's buttocks and pulled the redolent, wet snatch to her full lips. Clumsily imitating the tender caress she was receiving on her own cunt, she tentatively thrust out her tongue, feeling the warm softness of a woman's interior for the first time. As Dahlia showed her approval by slowly rotating her hips over Rosie's mouth, the girl became more bold. She began to lap her tongue around the inside of her teacher's snatch in a continuous circular motion, causing Dahlia to moan aloud into the recesses of her own snatch.
The two bodies on the bed writhed in ecstasy. They were well on their way to a simultaneous climax. As Dahlia continued to lick and nip at Rosie's swollen button of love, the young girl explored with her own tongue. Finding the erect clit in Dahlia's snatch, she began to imitate her teacher, rolling it around with her tongue, sucking it into her warm mouth. She moved her fingers up and down on her teacher's buttocks, trailing her innocent fingers into the valley between them, lightly caressing the older woman's puckering asshole. Suddenly, she felt the first of a series of hot flashes up and down her body. It was as though there were an electrode running a current directly from her sopping pussy to her brain. She began to buck and hump wildly on the bed, feeling Dahlia's cunt tremble and writhe against her avidly sucking lips. Suddenly her climax was upon her. A white light seemed to explode in her brain as she moved even faster. She could feel Dahlia following the rhythm of her movements, and they reached the peak of their climaxes together, winding down in a series of slow languorous movements until they lay next to one another, sweaty and spent.
Afterwards, they lay in each others' arms, looking deeply into each others' eyes. Dahlia talked to Rosie, reassuring her that there was nothing wrong in their love, or in showing it sexually. Women had been the best lovers of women since time began. Now that they had found each other, they must hold on to each other. As long as no suspicion of their activities became public, they would be entirely safe to enjoy the mutual delights of sapphic love indefinitely.
After they had showered and dressed, Dahlia drove Rosie home. She drove with one hand, the other lightly caressing the young girl's knee.
"Oh, by the way, Rosie. I have some exciting news, well, you know the mayor has been taking an active interest in girls' sports since we got all that state-wide coverage with the championship last year. He's arranged a special exhibition game for us; a sort of pre season warm up. We should get a lot of publicity."
"Who are we playing."
"Well, it's a little strange. He's arranged a game with the softball team at the LaCrosse Boys' Reformatory."
"But won't that be dangerous?"
"Oh, no. The mayor has assured me that the Corrections Department will take every security precaution. The Reformatory warden thinks it'll be good for the inmates to see a few girls, even if it's just to play softball. And he's told me that nothing can possibly go wrong."