Running to Stand Still Ch. 4

As her career winded down however, with each passing year, Gloria felt her energy level dissipating until she caught herself merely going through the motions during the last few seasons.

Even though she had gotten married soon after college and reared two children, Gloria stayed in a loveless marriage for almost 15 years until she finally found her strength to end it. Over the years she had become more and more attracted to many of the young women that were under her watch. Gloria knew the rumors ran rampant around campus about her so called lesbianism, but there was nothing she really could do to stop them. Her appearance gradually started falling in line with the stereotype of a female coach and over time perhaps, a self fulfilling prophecy took place.

Despite the fact that she had never acted on any of those primal impulses, the sheer proximity to so many youthful and energized female students often collided with her moral imperative to be their coach and mentor. Over the years, that conflict had led to many night full of sleepless longing and empty fulfillment.

There had been so many girls that Gloria had helped during her lifetime, not only with their athletic training, but also helping them mature into responsible women. Often, as she lay awake in bed late at night, many of those girls' angelic faces would adhere themselves, like a collage, inside Gloria's psyche, leaving her to wonder just what those girls would have felt like helping her satisfy her own pent up desires.

When Gloria went to Sherry Mitchum's hotel room that night to confront her assistant coach about what security had told her when they dropped Pablo off after removing the 18 year old from the bar, Gloria simply wanted to know Sherry's side of the story so she could find a fair punishment for the Argentinean Exchange Student.

When Sherry finally swung her door open and Gloria laid her eyes on the young woman she had known for nearly 10 years, the older coach instantly knew something was amiss. Staring hard at Sherry's quivering and sobbing shell, the dammed up feelings inside Gloria Monroe, that had been steadily building for over 3 decades, suddenly began to crack.

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Gloria and Sherry stood face to face in the open doorway for several moments, looking as if they were seeing each other for the very first time. There seemed to be an invisible block of ice frozen between them as each woman sized the other one up, each with their own agenda looking for resolution.

Sherry drunkenly tried keeping her balance as she stared at her boss, praying she wouldn't get fired on the spot for what had happened in the bar.

Gloria Monroe, on the other hand, had no clue what Sherry Mitchum was doing down in the lobby until, upon closer inspection, saw the aloof and unsteady look in her assistant's loopy brown eyes. Gloria's original intent when she had walked to Sherry's room was to simply ask Sherry what had happened in the bar. The security guard that had brought Pablo to her after detaining and questioning him had told Gloria that Pablo mentioned another female coach being in the bar and all he did was try to intervene on her behalf when a man was giving her a hard time.

After surveying the shape Sherry was currently in however, a flood of unexpected and conflicting thoughts began rippling through Gloria's mind. After a few deep breaths, Gloria could clearly smell the aroma of alcohol percolating off of Sherry's body, so distinct in fact, that the smell easily tainted the hotel's filtered, sanitary air. Taking a closer look at Sherry's physical state and demeanor, Gloria was completely shocked and a little sickened by what she saw.

Sherry's eyes darted back and forth in their sockets and Gloria could clearly tell Sherry was making a determined effort to hold her breath so her scotch-laden breath would not drift over to her boss.

Sherry's inebriated state was clearly apparent however. Letting her gaze drift up and down Sherry's swaying body, Gloria fixated for several moments on the way the younger woman's trim muscular legs looked as if they had been transformed into jelly as she teetered in her tight, knee length skirt.

Gloria's first reaction was that of a coach, complete outrage. She just couldn't believe that one of her assistants would let herself go to this extent with a full day of competition still ahead, not to mention the fact that she was responsible for overseeing and setting an example for the entire team of young adults under her tutelage.

Gloria's heart started to pound loudly, feeling as if it was going to burst from her chest as Sherry meekly moved to the side allowing her boss to enter the room. There was a tense silence between the two women as Gloria slipped by and gently closed the suite's door behind her.

"So Sherry...what...ahhh...happened down there in the bar?" Gloria asked softly, trying not to interrogate.

The older coach took a step back and watched Sherry mentally process the general question. As she waited for a response, Gloria could clearly see many telltale signs that her assistant coach was toasted.

Before Sherry could even formulate a response to Gloria's first question, the older coach immediately chimed in with a second question, this one more as a friend than a boss. "Sherry...are you sure you're OK?"

"Ye...ye...yeah...I think so..I aahhh...I ahhh just went down to the bar to get one drink to help wind down and I guess I kinda lost track," Sherry cried, dabbing at her nose and eyes as she choked out her words.

Gloria stood in front of the younger woman, empathetically listening as best she could. Looking at the smeared lipstick and mascara that lined Sherry's face and noticing the tight knee-length skirt Sherry was wearing however, Gloria couldn't help but sensing Sherry was downstairs looking for a little more than a 'wind down' nightcap.

"I...didn't even know Pablo was down there with the older boys," Sherry continued. "I would have certainly done something to get them out of there...some strange guy came up to me after buying me a drink and he was kind of hassling me...I guess Pablo looked over and saw it and felt like he had to interject himself."

Gloria took everything Sherry had to say in and felt a level of sympathy for her confused and bewildered friend. "It'll be OK Sherry...It will...you just need to get some sleep...it will all be much clearer later on tomorrow."

The guilt Sherry felt over the incident was multiplied when she heard Gloria being soothing and comforting to her. Sherry was expecting, and in many ways, in need of a good tongue lashing. Sherry sobs progressed into full blown tears when she realized her boss was trying her best to sympathize with her muttled plight. Covering her face with both hands, Sherry dashed for one of the chairs in the room, nearly toppling over with each crazed step she took because of her awkward high heels and tight constricting skirt. Once she got to the chair, Sherry turned sideways and collapsed into the seat, becoming nothing more than a bawling mass of distraught as Gloria blankly looked on.

Gloria understood the pain Sherry was going through on some level. In her many years of dealing with people in stressful situations, she had come to find that everyone had a breaking point. Her husband of long ago had been burdened by a drinking problem as well so Gloria inherently knew the wild mood swings that addiction could cause.

Trailing behind Sherry slowly, Gloria calmly sat down in the chair her and gently put her left hand on her assistant coach's back, patting her caringly for several moments until it appeared the worst of Sherry's emotional display had subsided.

As she nuzzled Sherry's back with her hand, Gloria couldn't help but notice that the young woman she was consoling didn't have a bra on. "Jesus...was she really trying to pick up a man down there?" Gloria asked herself, for the first time in her nearly decade long relationship with Sherry Mitchum, feeling the girl's vulnerability, weakness and need bleed through.

Allowing her dark brown eyes to curiously drift down Sherry's seated frame, Gloria felt a twinge of guilt wash over her as she found herself openly staring at Sherry's semi-aroused nipples poking out of the front of her sheer top.

Wrapping her left hand into a tentative fist behind Sherry's back, Gloria bunched up the soft fabric until Sherry's blouse stretched tighter across her chest, causing her nipples to poke out even more. Watching as her assistant's nipples grew, Gloria suddenly felt as if she was sitting on a griddle, her own strange arousal usurping control of her actions.

Hypnotically guiding her right hand across Sherry's body, Gloria let her hand come to rest right on top of Sherry's exposed thigh, just below where the hem of her skirt left off. Feeling the young woman's warm skin tingle under her fingertips, Gloria began rotating her fingers in slow, massaging circles, savoring the feel of her Sherry's taunt body against hers.

"It's gonna be OK," Gloria whispered into the younger woman's ear in a soothing, motherly tone.

Smelling the scotch drift out of Sherry's mouth with every raspy breath she took, Gloria bit her lip, fighting off the lurid cravings streaming through her to do the one thing she swore she never would. Knowing the consequences of crossing that line, part of Gloria said she never could live with herself if she did it. On the other hand, Sherry was so drunk, she'd never remember what was about happened the next morning.

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Sherry Mitchum sat on the cushy hotel chair, feeling as if every nerve in her body had been put through a spin cycle. Both her eyes looked like running faucets as she sobbed uncontrollably in her boss's arms.

With so many confused and conflicting emotions flowing in the mire of Sherry's drunken soul, the presence of Gloria's hands on her back and thigh were initially off her radar.

Even though Sherry was cognizant of her mentor sitting beside her, she was momentarily lost in her own rapidly shattering world. Looking down through a crack between the fingers covering her salty and watering eyes, Sherry saw the blurry image of Gloria's hand gently push up the hem of her dress. It wasn't until then that Sherry realized that her boss's advances were perhaps more than friendly and consoling.

Rocking back instinctively, trying to discern Gloria's true intentions, when Sherry felt the older woman's firm grip on her back as well, Sherry felt an definite sensation of being trapped in an inescapable web.

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Watching as her hand disappeared under the tight dark blue fabric of Sherry's skirt, Gloria felt a vague sense of detachment as she crossed the sexual barrier she swore she never would. Holding Sherry's back securely with her left hand, Gloria felt her body drawing closer to her young assistant's, sensing Sherry's sobs of confusion gravitate into the initial stages of mortal shock.

Actually doing something she had only dreamed of for over thirty years, Gloria tensely inched her advances up Sherry's leg, just waiting for the young woman to bolt up from the chair and run away screaming.

Roving her fingertips across Sherry's sinewy thigh, Gloria hesitantly gazed up at the 28 year old's pale face, trying her best to detect any hint of Sherry's emotional state of mind. All she could discern was frozen apprehension.

Forcing her wrist even further between Sherry's slightly parted legs, Gloria had to swivel her wrist to an odd, almost painful angle, to get it where she instinctively wanted it to go. "Please don't move," Gloria mumbled to herself, still waiting for Sherry to come to her senses and put a stop to Gloria's guilty exploration.

When Gloria looked back down and saw that the rounded tips of Sherry's nipples poking out, like eraser heads, from the front of her sheer blouse, the older wannabe lesbian felt what amounted to nitroglycerin being released into her bloodstream as she lost any semblance of self control she had left.

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Out of the corner of her watering eye, Sherry saw the rapid flash of Gloria's graying hair flash across her field of vision, just before the warm wet flesh of her coach's lips gently pressed down on the goose-bumped flesh of Sherry's right shoulder.

"Oh dear God.... No..wha..wha... Glor...orrria...wha..arrrr...ya doin'," Sherry mumbled, as if her mouth were full of marbles.

Swaying there stoically, the drowsing effects of the alcohol causing every movement she tried to feel like she was living in slow motion, all Sherry could do was squirm helplessly as Gloria Monroe's lips and tongue cut a warm swath down Sherry's upper arm.

When Gloria's oral advances reached Sherry's inner elbow, the young woman winced mightily as the overwhelming needles of ticklish torture burst in her brain. Snaking her tongue directly on the sensitive skin on the inside of Sherry's elbow, the sexually starved older woman bristled with glee as Sherry writhed beside her.

When Sherry's right hand started patting Gloria hard on the shoulder in a frantic attempt to deal with the ticklish sensations she was enduring, the older woman took the gesture to mean her drunk assistant was ready for more.

Flailing out the fingers of her right hand until each one of her digits acted as five separate erect projectiles, Gloria forced her hand all the way up towards Sherry's crotch until her fingertips collided against Sherry's lacy panties with laserlike precision.

When Sherry's soft, toned thighs clenched together in jerky butterfly movements on Gloria's right hand, the older coach felt her own pussy catch fire as well when her fingers smacked against Sherry's vagina.

"OOOHHHAAAHHH, " both women yelped in unison when Gloria's blind probes hit home, landing squarely in front of Sherry's lacy, dark blue panties.

Gloria fingers felt as if they had pushed up against a moist and velvety mass of jelly as she touched another woman's privates for the first time. Watching as Sherry's legs bucked up off the floor from the unexpected shock of having her pussy groped, Gloria anxiously pressed forward ignoring Sherry's drunken and inept attempts to put a stop to the older woman's advances.

Having had her arousal sparked earlier in the bar by the elegant doctor, the alcohol roaring through Sherry's system helped maintain her level of unfulfilled desire, giving her physiological need for relief the mandate it needed to override her psychological fear of what lie ahead.

"Damn her pussy is so wet," Gloria marveled to herself, eagerly rubbing her fingers against the pliable fabric of the young girl's panties.

To Sherry, it felt as if numerous fireflies were dancing on the outer edge of her underwear as she tried steadying the spinning delirium inside her head.

"God...you want this Sherry...don't you?" Gloria roughly whispered into her assistant's ear, as Sherry's ripe pussy leaked messily all over her probing hand.

Slithering her tongue back up the length of Sherry's upper arm, Gloria coated Sherry's exposed white neck with her rich saliva, biting the young woman's tender flesh ever so gently as she furiously tried bending her fingers underneath the frilly edges of Sherry's dainty panties.

Letting the softness of Sherry's skin resonate on her taste buds, Gloria felt certain the younger coach couldn't move away now even if she had wanted to. Gently slipping her left hand loose from behind Sherry, Gloria briskly lowered it towards her own lap, fighting with the drawstring of her sweatpants until she had created enough slack to dig her fingers inside her own panties.

With her right hand wedged up as far as it could go between Sherry's spread legs and her left hand massaging her own broiling pussy, the look of depraved lust darting out of Gloria's pupils burned an indelible hole right through her tipsy, young prey.

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Cringing with each swath Gloria's hand made over top of her sensitive vagina, Sherry internally cursed the older woman that she had trusted for over 10 years. At the same time that she dealing with her own private outrage however, Sherry couldn't help but mortally wince each time she tried opening her eyes, seeing with blurred clarity the fact that her legs were now crudely splayed in mid air, giving the frantic older woman free access to do anything she wanted to Sherry's most private parts.

The drunken synapses in Sherry's brain were so jumbled that the combined effects of Gloria's hand rubbing her cunt with the drifting sensation that the scotch had created, made it impossible for Sherry to focus on anything for more than a second or two without vertigo setting in.

Looking down through her barely slitted eyes, Sherry saw the outline of Gloria's graying hair lower onto her chest, moments before the sharp and wrenching feeling of the older woman's mouth clamping down on Sherry's raised nipples , filling the young woman's hazy mind with a multitude of vivid and indescribable colors.

"OOOHHHRRGGHHHHAAAHHH," Sherry cried out like a school girl, as the sounds of two pussies being ravaged simultaneously filled the eerily silent hotel suite.

In the eternal dirge of carnal harmony, Gloria and Sherry's breathing rhythmically began to mirror one another's as the older woman rapidly frigged each of their pussies to completion.

With her hand now completely submerged underneath Sherry's underwear, Gloria could feel the silky, soft wetness of her assistant's panties cling to the back of her hand as she worked her fingers in and out of Sherry's cunt like a concert pianist.

Both women's knees started knocking together in awkward, spastic collisions as they moaned side by side. Doing the best she could to insure that both she and Sherry got off simultaneously, Gloria tried exerting the same exact pressure and manipulation to Sherry's cunt as she was to her own.

Pressing against Sherry's clit with her thumb, just like she was continuously ringing a doorbell, Gloria roughly used her other four fingers to swim, swirl, dart and dive all through Sherry's oily crotch.

When Gloria felt Sherry's hand grip her shoulder out of sheer desperation, followed by Sherry's long red fingernails digging harshly into her skin, the older woman knew her young pupil was on the verge of completely surrendering sexually and serving herself up for the taking.

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Unable to control the bursting dam that was her pent up frustration, Sherry's lithe but powerful body started bucking relentlessly in the chair, her narrow hips bouncing up and down in a furious blur.

"GGGGGAAAAAWWWWDDDD," Sherry cried out, grabbing a hold to Gloria's arm with such force that the older woman felt the grip all the way down to the bone.

Sherry looked like a drunken puppet, sinking in quicksand, as Gloria Monroe ruthlessly continued her assault on the young woman's smoothly shaven pussy.

Looking over to her right as she came, Sherry saw the image that would both haunt and fascinate her for the rest of her life. Gazing out through her fluttering eye lids, Sherry saw her coach and mentor furiously bring herself to orgasm as well. With Gloria's weathered hand jammed all the way down her pants, Sherry was helpless to watch as her boss crudely rubbed her own pussy to completion while she still continued working over Sherry's spasming cunt at the same time. Almost making eye contact with the sexually hell-bent older woman, Sherry immediately closed her eyes shut to delay the inevitable embarrassment that she knew was soon to come.

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Not a word was spoken between the two women as Gloria pulled herself free, gathered herself and nervously exited the suite, leaving Sherry collapsed in the chair, totally alone with her skirt hiked all the way up to her still steaming crotch.

Feeling the stickiness coating her hand as she reached out to open the door, the sickening guilt over what she had done slowly started to weasel into Gloria's mind. Closing the door silently behind her, the soon to be retired coach gimpily made her way back down the hall to her own room so she could wash the traces of her indiscretion from both her hands and her head.