Message-ID: <26211asstr$968281907@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <39B6B4EB.7447B3EB@text-department.nl> From: Ying-Fu Li Reply-To: info@text-department.nl X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} <*>Crossing the line, part I (Mf, ped, non-cons/cons) Date: Wed, 6 Sep 2000 19:11:47 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman <1st attachment, "CrossingtheLine" begin> Warning: the following story explicitly depicts sexual activity between adults and children which may be frowned upon and/or may be illegal. Reading further constitutes your assertion that you are mature enough to understand and accept the nature of the material hereinafter, and the author assumes no responsibility for your repressions. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story in English (I'm not a native writer). The following story is not based on true events, but it could have and probibly did happen at one time ore the other in any western society. It deals with the precarious relationship between an adult tennis teacher and his 12 year old star-pupil. Although abuse of that relationship by the adult is probably more frequent than we realise, I can't help but think that it might also be possible that such a relationship can blossom into something beautiful, admittedly I do have such desires myself from time to time which is the reason I like to read about it. Though this is probably more wishful thinking than anything else. Anyway, "Crossing the Line" tells just such a story, one that might be based on consensus of both the adult nd the girl. I'm writing the story as it goes, since I have no idea where the story will lead to yet. I hate those stories where the adult and the child get into bed after two sentences and where the child turns out to be an expert on sex after only two seconds. So don't expect explicit sex right away though it will feature in the rest of the story... probably. Enjoy the first parts, other parts will be posted regularly. Crossing the line, part 1 (Mg, ped, non-cons/cons) Chapter 1 The cheers came from her parents, Karen and Jonathan Kendall, and were justified. Susan was in tremendous form, her pounding backhand sending the ball scorching the court lines and leaving her opponent chasing after it in vain. The two tennis players had only been on court for 40 minutes when Susan reached her first match-point at 6-3, 5-2 and 40-15. Her serve went down right on the line and though her opponent managed to get the ball back, Susan sprinted quickly to the net with her strong, muscular legs and put the ball away with a sharp volley. "Yes, I won!", she shouted as she jumped in the air after that final point that clinched her first tournament victory on the State Junior Tour. Susan received her opponent's congratulations and ran towards Michael Walters. "Mike, I won. Isn't that great?!", she exclaimed almost out of breath. Susan jumped up at Michael and threw her arms around his neck. Michael staggered and almost fell backwards at this unexpected show of affection. As a matter of fact he felt a bit embarrassed and thought he could feel Susan's parents eyes on him. "Whoa, go easy on an old man", he said grinning shyly while retaining his balance. Susan kissed him on the cheek and thanked him. "I would never have won this tournament if it hadn't been for you, Michael", she said. Michael smiled again while holding his proteg in his arms, feeling her warmth emanating from her slender but muscular body. Michael could sense Susan's small breasts pressing against his chest. Oh, that feeling again... "Nonsense, Susan. You are just one hell of a tennis crack. You would have done OK without me", Michael managed to reply to her confession. With some effort he pulled her off him and put her on the ground again. "Yeah, right!", she teased as she touched the ground. She reached for her towel to wipe off some of the sweat. "Why don't you go to your parents, they will surely want to congratulate you", Michael said. Susan nodded and off she ran towards her parents on the other side of the court among the other specatators, leaving Michael in somewhat of a disarray. Michael watched her run lightly across the tennis court: she really was a natural athlete. At only 12 years of age she was already the most promising tennis player in the district. Her body was muscular yet not 'boyish'. Her feminine forms were just perfectly balanced against the muscular features that made her such an outstanding athlete. She wasn't tall, just about 5' 1'', but her body was well-proportioned. Her sandy- coloured hair was tied in a ponytail that dropped down somewhere between her shoulders. She had small freckles and her eyes were of the most perfect blue. She had those kind of eyes that make your knees all wobbly whenever they looked up at you, almost pleading eyes. As Susan was being cheered by her parents, Michael watched the scene thoughtfully. It was over a year now that he took upon himself the task of coaching Susan. As a matter of fact her parents had asked him to work with her, seeing the potential in her tennis game. Michael had been a tennis coach for almost five years now and at age 31 he had become somewhat of a miracle worker on the tennis scene. In the past years his tennis district had produced some of the best junior players of the country and most of it was his work. Since the last three years he could really call it work for he got payed good money for it. So naturally Karen and Jonathan, though mostly Karen, had asked him to take Susan 'under his wings'. He had thought long about it since it would be a turning point in his career: he had never before coached a player individually and had always worked with a team or even a complete group. If he took it on he would have less time to work with other children players and that was a hard choice. On the other hand he did also see that Susan was a girl who could get to the top and of course he would like to take her there. Then his name would be made also. What made him take up the offer in the end, however, was Susan herself. A few months short of her eleventh birthday she was not only a talented tennis player but also very eager to listen and learn. She never acted like the spoiled, talented player that you see so many times with children when their talent becomes apparent. She had always kept a certain playfulness about her that took you in and won you over. It did Michael. That first year saw Susan rising up the district ranking where she now occupied the number 2 spot. It had taken Michael a lot of time to prepare her for this ascension to the top, time he spent training her but also in trying to ensure she keep up with her childhood. After all, there is more to life than just playing tennis. Michael encouraged her to take on activities at junior high and to spent a lot of time with her girlfriends, something that wasn't always her mother's choice but there you go. Karen really wanted her daughter to excell in tennis though Michael found out pretty soon that she was really projecting herself onto Susan. As with many parents Karen wanted her daughter to have the succes she herself never had. The result was that she tended to push Susan to hard, demanding that she train every day after school and sometimes even in the mornings before school. Michael did all he could to control that kind of excessive training, knowing how many child stars burnt out early and never fullfilled their promise. Because Michael seemingly had a gift of working with children (Karen and Jonathan hadn't asked him on a whim, after all) he developed a relationship with Susan that put her at ease and which allowed him to slowly have her listen to him more than to her mother. It was imperative for Michael that she would because it was the only chance for him to do what her parents had asked him to do: to take her to the top. He had certain views on how to succeed in tennis and he was damned if he let anyone, certainly a parent, interfere with that. Michael could be very adamant about that which sometimes led to disagreements with Karen. Somehow he always managed to persuade her without humiliating her, though it came close a couple of times. In the end it was Susan's wellbeing that was foremost in his mind and he managed to restrain himself. After all, he didn't want to get caught between Susan and her mother. In such a situation he would always get the short stick. Chapter 2 Monday afternoon was practice time again. Susan's sunday victory was still fresh on her mind as she entered the tennis club: her face was still glowing. Michael was standing at the bar and greeted her: "Hey there, champion! And how are you today?" "Oh, Mike, I still can't believe that I won yesterday. It feels... it feels... I don't know, great!", Susan answered back with a big smile that lit up her face, throwing her sportsbag in her usual corner. "Well, it's time to get back to earth now. Go change and we'll start practice. I think we'll work on your forehand today." Susan picked up her sportsbag and went to the lockerroom while Michael finished his drink. He followed Susan with his eyes. She was lightfooted and her movements were very graceful even in walk. She looked back and winked at him before she disappaered in the girls lockerroom. Michael thought back to that awkward moment a day before when Susan had literally jumped him. It had occupied his mind all sunday evening though why he couldn't say... or wouldn't like to admit. It had creeped up to him slowly over the last few months, more and more occupying his mind. The image of Susan in her tennis shirt and mini skirt was a sight for sore eyes, but Michael found himself imagining her without her clothes more and more and he wasn't feeling right about it and her unexpected actions yesterday had made him very uneasy. "Oh, snap out of it", he thought to himself and he started for the door to the outside courts. Because of the early hour the courts were practically deserted as was the tennis clubhouse. As Michael passed the girls lockerroom he noticed it was opened a few inches. He couldn't help himself slowing down and peeping inside, like a magnet was pulling him towards the door opening. The lockerroom was empty but for Susan who was just putting on her skirt. Michael skipped a heartbeat as he watched her hands pulling the skirt slowly upwards along the velvet skin of her slender but muscular thighs, up towards her panties that were white with small purple hearts on them. Her panties were a bit tight and Michael could faintly discern a slight indentation where her panties stretched around her pubic mound. Just then the door to the outdoor courts opened with some noice, causing Susan to look up straight at the door opening. Michael quickly walked on, trying to sound very matter-of-factly: "Come on Susan, let's not take all day, shall we?", not knowing if she saw him staring or if he had been quick enough to avoid suspicion. He went for the outdoor feeling very uncomfortable indeed, passing two older tennis players who had made the noise earlier and who greeted him strangely... or was it just Michael's imagination? He went quickly to the court appointed to them this afternoon and set up the ball container, relishing the wind that blew over the courts and relieved him of some heat. What on earth was he thinking about, staring at a 12 year old girl? He had to be careful because if this went on he would be walking a thin line... "OK, I'm ready Mike", she suddenly interrupted Michael's contemplation, startling him in mid-thought. He turned around and saw Susan smiling at him, her eyes twinkling and melting him unrelenting. She wore that skirt, white with a red trimming on the edges, and a rather tight t-shirt that pronounced her small titties, not really developed but nicely shaped to fill at least half a handful. Did he imagine it or did she have that knowing look, that look that said: I know what you were doing? 'Stop it right there, Michael', he silently told himself. 'Don't start wishful thinking now and concentrate on your job'. He went over to the ball container, his racket in his right hand and pointed out a place at the net for Susan to practice her forehand volley. "OK, Susan, let's start with forehand volley. I'll give the balls high and low alternatively so you'll get the feel of how to play a high and a low volley, OK?" "Okidoki", she giggled and took her place at the net. The first few balls she put away without difficulty except the high volleys that were always her weakest point. "Wait, wait, just a minute", Michael called out to her as she missed another high volley. "Try to raise your arm a little bit higher. You have to strike the ball at the highest point and put your racket really behind the ball, not under it. That way it will always go wide." Susan nodded and focused on Michael who stood ready to give the ball. A high ball and again her arm didn't quite make it high enough. Her arm just tensed a bit when hitting the high volley, preventing it from raising to the right heights. Michael stopped and walked towards her. "Try to relax, Susan. With that much tension in your arm it won't work, you know?" He reached her position and stood behind her. Holding her left shoulder in his left hand, his right hand took her tennis arm. "Now, try to feel the movement of the arm when it goes up." He raised her right arm and slowly moved it up and down. "No, no, relax! Just let your arm go were I take it and feel the curve." "Ok, Mike", she answered and she let her arm fall almost limp. Michael lifted her arm, holding her left shoulder a little tighter, and rehearsed the arm movement for the high volley. Susan was now completely relaxed and slowly leaned her body against Michaels, breathing slowly but heavily. Michael slowly took his left arm off her shoulder and put it over her belly from left to right for better guidance: "Now, again but slowly. Feel the movement", he whispered almost. Susan did as he said and now completely leaned against Michaels body, her tiny butt pushing softly against his groin. A soft "uhmmm" escaped her mouth as Michael guided her to a perfect high volley in slow motion, during which she pushed her butt harder against his now erect penis. It caused him to moan slightly, though it was barely audible. It took some restraining and still the situation didn't sink in with him. Almost unconsciously his left arm moved up ever so slowly until his hand touched her right breast. "Mike!". It was as though a dream was abruptly ended. Michael snapped out of it, let go of Susan and looked at her face. She looked startled yet she didn't seem te be upset. "I-- I'm sorry, I-- uh", Michael stammered, completely at a loss for words. "I'm sorry Susan, I-- I didn't think..." She settled down a bit, still looking a bit puzzled. "It's OK... I guess. I just, well, got startled a bit. You know, when you t-- touched my chest", she said shyly. Both stood still for a few minutes in an awkward silence. Then Michael snapped out of it and returned to earth. "OK, let's call it a day, shall we? We'll continue the high volley later this week." Susan nodded. "I guess so. I'll just go and change now. Can you drive me home? Mom dropped me off earlier, I didn't come by bike", she asked. Michael answered: "Sure Susan, we'll do, no problem." Susan smiled again, though her eyes didn't twinkle like before. There was something about her smile, it wasn't the sparkling smile she used to have. Michael couldn't find the word for it or could it be...? It had a seducing quality, almost like she was flirting.  <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment begin> <2nd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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