"Well... I... I..." I stammered with a red face."Don't be embarrassed," her mother broke in. "Sheila knows how pretty she is, and so do the rest of us..." "Yes," Art Fisher added, "welcome to the club." Sheila wasn't made uneasy by all this attention at all. As a matter of fact, she obviously enjoyed it."Would you like a better look?" she asked.Before I could gather my wits to make a coherent response, her long, delicate fingers gasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it all the way up to her. I know that you give me permission to swat your ass and place my thumbs into your neck. To use ties and crops and handcuffs on you. That even though you are so much smaller than me, and I am so much stronger than you, that there is hardly any fear or hesitation of letting me take you, grab you, carry you into the darkness of my room and to use you as I see fit. But all of that is nothing for you compared to simply trusting me to touch you gently. To focus on you and your disquieted mind. I have. I started to rub my face on her pussy through her bikini. I could feel her getting wet under her bottoms, and slowly pulled them down. It's not like I hadn't seen her pussy before, but I had never looked at it like this, and I had never seen it so wet. I slowly started to lick the inside of her pussy while I massaged her clit with my hand. I did this for a little while and I could feel the cum running down my chin.I quickly pulled her bikini bottom the rest of the way off her legs and she got. "We're both adults--women--and we don't have to hide our bodies from each other. I've seen you in the nude while you showered so its only fair that you should see me too, isn't it?Tina nodded as Joan walked around the desk toward her."You're a very pretty girl, you know that?" Joan asked."Thanks coach," Tina said, trying her best to relax and return the smile Joan had given her."Why don't you call me Joan," the coach started. "We can be friends. Actually I invited you here so that I could.