Coach Debra Crawford blew her whistle just as I released the ball from my hand. SWOOSH! "Another perfect three point shot," I thought to myself. Looking down at my watch I saw the time was a quarter to five. "Hit the showers, girls," she said.

After showering and blow drying my hair, I dressed in my winter clothes and grabbed my jacket from my locker. "Thank God it's Friday," I said aloud to who ever cared to hear me. A round of "Amen" and "Here! Here!" came from the other girls in the locker room. I was the last one to step out into the cold winter's evening. I give a little shiver as I did. Not only was it Friday, but it was my nineteenth birthday.

"Good practice," said Coach as she locked the gym door behind us. "Oh and happy birthday, Sue."

"Thanks."

"Did you say you were nineteen," she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Yeah," I answered as we walked to our cars. "Mom and dad held me back a year in elementary. They thought that I was goofing off to much with the classmates that I had and was not doing my work. I should've graduated last year, but nooooo."

"I'm impressed that you've stuck it out as long as you have," she said. "A lot of kids would have dropped out after they had turn eighteen."

"I'm not one to quit. I like to finish what I start and getting my dipolma is just part of it," I said as I reached my car.

Coach waited to make sure that my car would start before taking off. A lot of vechiles wouldn't start in this cold weather. When it wouldn't, she waved for me to hop into hers.

"Thanks," I said as I threw my ball bag into her back seat. Getting in the front seat I continued, "I'll have dad come back with me tomorrow and get it. It should start during the day."

The snow was really starting to come down and it was getting harder and harder to see the road. I live nearly fifteen miles out of town and by the way the snow was falling, we would never make it there.

"Just let me off at Sarah's," I said. "I'll call mom and dad from there."

Pulling up into Sarah's drive we could see that the lights were off.

"I'll wait to make sure that someone's here," Coach said.

Grabbing my bag, I headed up the front lawn to the door. After several tries with the door bell and no success, I headed back to the car.

"No one's home," I said, disguestedly.

"Well," she said as she took off, "you can call your parents from my house and see what they want you to do."

After talking with mom on the phone, she said that her and dad were already snowed in and it would be morning before they could get out, if then. Arrangements were made for me to stay the night with coach. In the winter time, I always carry extra clothes in my ball bag. You know, just in case of times like this.

Coach was about thirty or thirty-five, short graying black hair, brown eyes, nice breasts, and little on the plump side. All in all, she was a really nice person. All of the girls ball team could talk to her about anything and knew that whatever was said was kept between her and them.

She had been married when she was younger, but divorced shortly afterwards. She had never had kids. Coach had confided in a few of us girls that she trusted that she was a lesbian and had asked us not to say anything. She was afraid that if the school or parents found out, they would try to have her fired. Living in the bible belt area, I knew that the community would try it too.

After dinner was over, I helped her get the dishes washed. I had often wondered what it would be like to be with another woman. I guess that curosity and knowing that Coach was who she was, I started flirting with her.

I tossed my long brown hair over my shoulder and smiled at her with my blues eyes as I handed her a plate. My athletic body was a perfect build with ample breasts and nice ass.

Before I knew what I was saying, I blurted out, "What is it like to be with another woman?"

Coach was a little taken back. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," I said looking down at the water as it drained out of the sink.

Having to write a little at a time. More to follow.