Marina was a volleyball player, very tall, strong, and beautiful. She was also very smart and very shy. Her team loved her for her skills and her tits, both of which were on all-star level.
If rumor was to be believed all of the gay and a few of the straight members of her team had enjoyed a fling with her and so had her coaches.
Everyone in school assumed she was a lesbian.
We met as lab partners in a sophomore chemistry class and got along well from the start. She never mentioned to me that she was a star athlete in our university but it seemed like everyone on campus knew her so I soon figured out I was hanging around with somebody famous.
After I got over the disappointment of her being gay we ended up being close friends. If an occasion arose in which we needed an official date we were each other's choice. She liked the fact that when she wore shoes with modest heels I was still a bit taller than she was.
Most of our dates were to athletics award banquets. We were both varsity athletes, (I was a swimmer). By the end of our sophomore year we did spend some of our free time together at "meet you there" events at parties and pizza parlors.
By the end of our junior year we had added considerable time on the phone with each other and many more meet-you-there non-dates.
Because we both wanted to graduate on time we both attended summer school after our sophomore and junior years. With the demands of our sports it would have been impossible otherwise. We became closer.
Before the start of our senior year we were best friends and had added our respective love lives to our conversations.
She confessed to have had sex with most of her teammates but denied any with the coaches. She admitted that as soon as she graduated one of her coaches would get the opportunity. She added the other two coaches had no chance in hell.
Her descriptions of some of her flings gave me massive erections, which seemed to amuse her. After I noticed her reaction I stopped trying to hide them, which in turn made her descriptions become more graphic.
My confessions paled to hers, they were in fact boring, borderline pitiful. I had fucked one woman and four girls.
"Define woman," she asked.
"Forty-five year old teacher."
" Hmm, interesting. Any of the girls special?"
"Yes, the first one was, she was my girl through high school. Our feelings for each other did not survive the separation of our first college year.
The others were just sex. One of them I later learned was trying to set a sorority record for fucks in consecutive days. I think I was number six, fourteen and twenty-seven. I also got a thank you fuck from her when she was officially recognized as the record holder. She graduated two years ago. I hear that since then the rules were changed to require it be a different guy each day."
"Is that story true?"
"I can only vouch for the sex I had with her and hearing her claims. She never did tell me which sorority. Does your team carry on similar stunts?"
"My junior varsity team did. Five members of the Volleyball team set out to seduce every woman in every varsity team by spring break. No I was not a part of that so I do not know how it turned out. I heard rumors that it was a two way tie and the number was in the mid thirties."
"Any forty-five year old teachers on your list?"
"No, she is not a teacher."
She blushed when she realized what she had said.
"OK, if she is not a teacher what is she?"
"An aunt, sort of, the wife of Dad's late brother. I will admit she does not have to work hard to get me in her bed. She is very good. What is your older woman like?"
"Fabulous. I adore her. Her name is Norma and she is Mom's lover, has been for about ten years. It is a bit weird because neither is gay, they just fell in love with each other."
"Your mother is in a lesbian relationship?"
"Yes. And to answer your next question, no, it has never bothered me."
"How did you end up fucking her lover?"
"She was my present on my eighteenth birthday. Then she was my graduation present. Then I became the your-mother-will-be-out-all-day-lets-fuck pleasure device."
"Does your mother object?"
"The worst she got was chagrined. She understood that her sex drive was at least a click or two less than Norma's and allowing her to fool around with me was a much better option than any other she could think of. She accepts it, she no longer asks. How does your mother cope with your unfortunate affliction?"
I got a not so soft jab in the ribs for that before she said, "Mom is gay and she expected me to be gay. My Dad is gay. I am the result of their experiment at normalcy.
Getting ahead in business at the time required married stability so they got married and had a child like everyone else. They proved to be excellent parents, I love them dearly.
They surprised themselves by becoming sort-of a couple. They are still married and still fuck each other a few times a year. Their extramarital excursions have dwindled down to a few select couples just like them. I think it has been a while since either has gone solo and for Dad it has probably been several years."
"You are lucky. My Dad left us after Mom told him not to ask her to make a choice between him and Norma. He left the next day. It was somewhat his fault since he was the one to insist they have a third person in their bed and he was the one who chose Norma."
"Do you have a relationship with your father?"
"A long distance one. I have not seen him in person since my high school graduation but we keep in contact with e-mail and chats.
He was too embarrassed by the turn of events to stay in our small town and moved to Seattle, about as far away as he could get from Texas.
He said he will be getting married next summer and that my attendance at his wedding will be required.
I love my Dad but I have always though he was silly to walk away from two very fine ladies."
"He was not walking away from two fine ladies, he was walking away because he had lost your mothers love."
"I knew that," I said although I had never put it in those words. It did add insight to the event. I dropped the thought that Dad had been silly to leave.
One of my favorite places in the world was a small lake owned by the university that was part of the School of Natural Science. It was spring fed and about the size of a football field. It had been stocked with every native species of plants and animals that should be part of our ecosystem, even the ones that were rare elsewhere and a detailed study of the interactions was underway. The lake was a biology lab.
Catch and release fishing with barb-less hooks had just been allowed but the lake was accessible only by going through the Field Biology building and a university ID. Most of the school and the community did not know the lake existed.
I was very happy to learn that Marina loved to fish so going to the lake became our Thursday afternoon outing when we began our senior year, neither of us had classes or practice at that time.
It took less than five minutes into her first trip to the lake for Marina to catch a two-pound bass. She was disappointed to have to release it but after I finished writing down the particulars of the catch, (required); she had no trouble letting it swim away.
"From now on we bring a camera," she said.
I knew I had a fishing companion.
We turned our outings into fishing picnics and over time they became pretty much necessary for us. We talked a lot some days and some days we were pretty much silent. We understood that on those silent days the other was trying to work through something in their head.
Standing or sitting we got into the habit of physically leaning on each other. We were both big people and we pretended it was just for comfort. Of course I loved the physical contact and suspected she did too.
On a quiet but gloomy afternoon by the lake our relationship changed. It was early fall in our senior year. She was in silent mode so I did not press her for a conversation.
When I saw tears running down her cheeks I could not accept that and rushed to her side.
I managed not to ask what was wrong but was not able to keep my arms from surrounding her. It turned out to be the right thing to do. She buried her head in my shoulder and began to cry and continued to cry for about ten minutes. The occasional sobs continue for another five.
As she calmed she made a move to leave my arms but although I made no real attempt to stop her I made sure she knew I was reluctant to release her. She sunk back into me and it was then that I realized that her arms were around me. I kissed her cheek and caressed her hair.
"Dad left Mom," she said.
Again I knew not to ask anything, it was her story and it would be completed when she was ready. I softly kissed her forehead. She tightened her grip around me a little.
She sighed and said, "Mom has always treated Dad with a bit of a condescending attitude. She belittled his accomplishments and exaggerated his faults. She normally said it in good humor and he seemed to accept it as such.
Apparently he had not. It seems that after I left home her treatment of him sank into put down after put down. The cumulative effect was too much and he snapped, told her off and left.
Mom is still denying she treated him badly even though I corroborated Dad's point of view to her. Her best friend told her she had it coming.
She still thinks he is overreacting.
When I called Dad he admitted to me that he loved Mom but was ready to move on.
I wish you were a psychology major."
"So you don't think field biologist is close enough?"
My quip brought the shadow of a smile to her face. She kissed my cheek and said, "I love you. Not in that way, but you know what I mean."
I kissed her cheek and said, "I love you too."
I did not add a qualifier and she did not seem to have noticed its absence. I had and wondered if it meant anything.
We held hands as we walked back to my car.
When I opened the door for her at the girl's athletics dorm she gave me a soft but quick kiss on the lips. I asked her to please keep me up on any updates and I left for my own dorm.
We seldom saw each other between late Thursday afternoon and Monday morning when we shared an English Lit class. She usually went home on weekends. I wondered if she would that weekend and if so to visit whom.
Saturday morning she called and asked me to take her fishing.
Later that fall her volleyball season and her college athletic career ended on the semi-finals of our conference championship tournament. As usual she was the best player on either team but that was not enough against a ranked foe and the eventual champion.
I made the road trip to see all her tournament games and had waited for her outside the locker room alongside her father.
Her father had come up for the tournament too and we sat together during all of her games. His name was Albert, (he preferred that to Mr. Chapman), and he treated us to post game pizzas each time.
I can honestly say that I saw nothing gay about the guy. He was handsome, eliciting smiles from the ladies some of which just stared at him, he dressed well, and he was as tall as Marina. By the second game in the tournament he had stopped worrying about what kind of guy I was and simply enjoyed the banter his daughter and I shared.
I liked him because he did not mind me and adored Marina.
He probably knew I adored her too.
After the last game of her college career we expected Marina to need some cheering up but she ate all of her half of the pizza and took one slice of my half and most of the breadsticks. We had our usual war over who was the biggest glutton. Her father had sensibly ordered a pasta salad.
I had attended and cheered her every home game for two seasons, I knew I was going to miss that and had assumed she would too. But if anything she was relieved.
That following Thursday Marina suggested that we celebrate the end of all of her practices with a picnic by the lake.
She was apparently in no mood to mourn the end of her life as a volleyball star.
My own practices had increased and Thursday afternoon was still the only real slot of free time I had.
We stopped for food on our way and were soon on our blanket eating fried chicken and drinking Dr. Peppers. We did not bring our fishing gear with us.
Marina moved to sit directly in front of me facing the lake and pulled my arms around her waist as she leaned back on my chest.
She confirmed that she had decided to stay out of the war at home for a while. She loved seeing her Dad over tournament week and really loved that he and I got along well. She said she would be skipping her weekend trips home and attending my swim meets instead.
I kissed her neck and cheek when she said that. I think she knew before I did how important that was to me.
That afternoon she received phone calls from each of her parents, her mother asked her to call her father and talk some sense into him.
Her father called and told her that he was fine and would keep her informed but not to expect anything to change other than more frequent trips up to see her.
Her mother had never come up to see her at school. She had never seen Marina play.
Marina was on her father's side of the war but was just hoping for a cease-fire and a peace treaty. She had apparently concluded that her father would never trust her mother to treat him with respect so he was not ever going back.
She was beginning to think that was his best alternative.
I was sure of it but kept that to myself.
She wondered if her father would resume his gay life or would try to find another woman. I mentioned that his trust in women was at an all time low and that second possibility was very unlikely.
She agreed and sighed, "It is tough being the only grown up in my family."
I laughed and held her closer to me. She caressed my hands. I kissed her hair.
"How are you coping with the teasing about having a boyfriend?" I asked.
"Not a problem, I stopped denying I did."
I became somewhat emotional over her answer.
I knew I was too much of a coward to ask for a clarification.
I spent most of the ensuing silence kissing her neck, her ears, and her cheeks. She turned her head and presented me with her lips as a target. I did not miss.
We shared a soft, sweet kiss that was a few hours too short for me although it was the best kiss I have ever given or received.
We were interrupted by the security guard who said, "I hate to do this but you are only allowed to be here to fish.
And I really, really hate interrupting since I just saw that you two have finally gotten around to what you should have been doing months ago.
By the way girl, I am a big fan. Did you know Coach Sara was trying to find you? There is e-mail in my inbox to that effect. Apparently someone knows to look for you here."
"So you are not really kicking us out because we were not fishing?" Marina asked.
"Of course it is," she said with a big grin. "I admit that when you signed in I did not notice you were not carrying fishing gear and would not have come down to check if not for that e-mail."
Marina and I kissed each of her cheeks, grabbed our blanket and rode back to the building with her on her golf cart.
We left the remaining chicken and drinks for her.
As soon as we were in my car Marina called her coach who in turn urged her to come to her gym office as soon as possible. She did not explain why.
When we got there she saw most of her teammates, her coach and a photographer there. Some men and women that appeared to be school dignitaries were also there. The only one I recognized was the athletic director.
Her coach handed her a letter. Marina opened it without looking to see whom it was from. Her face suddenly lost its color; She apparently needed to read it again because whatever it said had short-circuited her brain.
Her teammate Leslie impatiently took it out of her hands and read it aloud until she stopped in mid sentence and squealed, "You are herby notified that you have been named to our National All-American Team.
The girls went crazy; Marina disappeared under their mass hugs and kisses.
The coach came to me and said, "You must be Jay. She is the first ever from this university to get that letter in any women's sport. You are going to have to share her with many people for a while."
I understood although I was not too happy to hear it.
However, I was pleased that Coach Sara knew who I was; apparently Marina had not kept me a secret.
Coach Sara was nearly as tall as Marina. She had been a star player at the university and had stayed on to coach. She seemed to be in her late thirties-early forties. She was not pretty or cute, but probably what they used to call a handsome woman.
Rumors about her love life never seemed to ring true to me, had she told me she was straight I would have believed her even though the consensus was that she was lesbian. She had a Mrs. before her last name although I knew she was not married.
Marina adored her.
Marina broke out of the love scrum and ran over to us and gave me and her coach fierce kisses then jumped back into the scrum.
Her coach turned to me and said with a smile, "I hate you. You are going to cost me a night with her."
I smiled back and said, "I doubt it. You will still get the opportunity from her and it will only be your call whether to accept it or not.
I would never keep it from happening for you.
You are her hero."
Her eyes widened and she kissed my cheek.
"Any more like you around?"
"No, but her father is now available."
I saw Coach Sara smile.
It had occurred to me she would know Marina's Dad well. He had visited with her at many of the games he had attended.
Marina had been a coveted recruit and the coach likely had extensive dealings with him. He would have wanted assurances that his six-foot tall baby was in safe hands.
I could see they felt at ease in each other's company.
I knew from our conversations during the regional tournament that Albert was fond of Sara.
My blind shot comment seemed to have hit something.
Marina was now posing for pictures showing off the letter, surrounded by her teammates, hugging her coach, with the schools athletic director and with the university president.
When the dignitaries and the photographer left the gym the girls lined up to give high fives to Marina as they prepared to leave. The first girl was Bethany, the team sparkplug and one of the few straight girls on the team. She decided that a high five was not close to being enough and jumped into Marina's arms and gave her an ardent kiss. All of the girls followed suit. By the time the last in line went past Marina was in tears.
So was Coach Sara.
So was I.
I went to her and held her hand. As we walked out many of the girls smiled at me and patted my shoulder. Three kissed my cheek and whispered, "I hate you." They said it with wistful smiles. The coach was not the only one that would miss her charms.
I would never again be as proud to be next to a human being as I was then.
Well, not for eight months. Of course Marina was that person too.
Marina wanted to go back to the lake with a bottle of wine, bread, some cheese "and thou."
We were only carrying the blanket and our goodies as the guard pulled up next to us.
"Need a ride?" she asked.
After we got off we saw her shield her eyes when she saw the wine.
"Girl, are you in that much trouble that you have to drink them away?"
Marina reached into her bag and handed her the letter. The guard, Emma, shrieked and hugged Marina then shrieked again. She jumped back into her cart and sped away saying, "I got to tell everybody."