It’s amazing how things fall into place sometimes. Fate has a funny way working things out. An example would be my former volleyball coach, Margaret. I always admired her when she was a young teacher trying to get the best out of us, both as a team and as individuals. You could say it was my first girlcrush, even though I didn’t really explore my lesbian desires back then. There was always a rumor that she liked girls, an unfair label that seemed to apply to all young female coaches.

We’ve been pretty good friends after I graduated from high school too, and even coached both of my daughters. She and her husband Tony were members of the our country club, and DJ and I golfed with them quite a bit. We usually teamed up with them for the annual couples golf tournament too.



Earlier this fall, we actually won the tournament, with Margaret’s long putt on the last hole proving to be the difference. It was fun to be successful, and cool to have our names on the trophy. I suggested we celebrate our victory by going out to dinner, but Tony decided to pass. Apparently 18 holes was too much for him, especially after drinking a can of beer on just about every hole. Luckily Margaret stayed sober and was glad to join us.

The friendly blonde champion gave her hubby a ride home and met us at the Olive Garden a little later. It was a fun way to cap off a special day. We were all getting pretty silly, and Margaret showed a side of her that I hadn’t seen before. It should come as no surprise that I like to incorporate a little sex talk into the conversation, and my old teacher didn’t seem to mind at all. The classy lady put her reservations aside when she appeared to doing oral favores on one of the breadsticks. Erotic and hilarious at the same time.

The sexual theme was dominating our dinner, and Dj suggeted we go back to our place for a nightcap. It was a not so subtle invitation for more than just dessert, and Margaret paused briefly before flashing a devilish smile and accepting our invitation.

When we got back to our house, we moved into the living room, where I took a seat on DJ’s lap while chatted with our older friend, with somewhat of a flirting nature. DJ was running his hands up and down my thighs as I ran my fingers through his hair. I asked if her or Tony were ever into swinging, putting our sexual intentions out in the open.

I was more than a little surprised by her answer.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Margaret beemed. “I’ve heard all about you two. You can’t keep a secret in a small town.”

Apparently our open lifestyle and penchant for threesomes was was common knowledge around town.

“Let me just tell you that you aren;t the only ones that like to have a little hanky panky.” Just hearing her use the term ‘hanky panky’ turned me on, as it seemed to show that she had a few years on us.