Cheeleader Competition

My freshman year in high school I made the cheerleading squad. That was the first year of a new coach for the squad who was also a PE teacher at our school. She told us that first day that she expected the squad to qualify for nationals by the time the two freshman members were seniors. I thought that was so cool. For the next four years I worked hard to make her dream come true. The next year she replaced the graduating seniors with four of my friends who were then also sophomores and had spent the previous year on her junior varsity pep squad. By my senior year the whole squad was seniors and we were all good friends and we did qualify at state finals for a trip to nationals. We were a seven girl squad and we had two mothers as chaperones. When we got there, we had three rooms. Two of the rooms had three girls and a mother. As the Captain, I was asked if I wanted to share a room with the coach and said sure. We got to New Orleans late on Wednesday night. The preliminary rounds were Thursday and Friday with Semis on Saturday and Finals on Sunday morning. The coach let me into our room and then headed off to make sure everyone else was settled in. When she came back, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, very relaxed in my flannel pyjamas watching a movie on HBO. She smiled, grabbed her overnight bag and headed for the bathroom. As the water was running and she was washing her face, she peeked around the corner into the bedroom area and said "I hope you don't mind, but I sleep naked." I could see she didn't have a top on. I was a little shocked but managed to say "No problem". A few minutes later she came around the corner again totally naked. I thought she would jump quickly into her own bed, but instead she plopped down next to me and asked what I was watching. You have to know that I had been sexually active with my boyfriend for over two years and considered myself a woman. However, I was a bit shaken sitting next to a naked woman for the first time in my life. My experience with naked girls had always been fleeting in dressing rooms after PE. Most of us skipped showers to avoid prolonged exposure even though it cost us points towards our grades. I had always admired my coach's body. For an "older woman" (late twenties when she first came to the school, early thirties then), she was in great shape. During the school year she always wore jogging suits or suits, but during the summer "informal" practices for the squad, she often came in tight shorts, tight t-shirt and no bra. Her boobs were small but very firm. Next to me that night I got the full view. The first thing I noticed was that she was totally tanned, even though it was early spring and we lived in a cold part of the country. I commented about the tan and she said she went to a tanning salon and that she was a nudist so she always had an all over tan. That was intriguing. The next thing I noticed was her lack of pubic hair. I never said anything, but I think I stared. When I noticed she was looking at me, she smiled and told me that when her mother had insisted she shave her legs at 14, she just kept going up past her pubes. She told me she had thought that her pubic hair was much "nastier" than her thin little leg hairs. I told her I could never do that. She told me I could if I wanted to. I said I would be afraid of cutting myself. She said I might need some help the first time or two. I said I probably would. At that she stood up and headed for the bathroom, turning slightly and tilting her head as an invitation to follow. I shuddered on my way to the bathroom. She had very hot water running in the tub. I stripped down and started to get in, but she stopped me. She got out an electric razor and trimmed away all but the last 1/8 inch and then pointed to the tub. I got in and immediately melted. The hot water went straight to my head. I closed my eyes. She let out enough water to expose my mons and pubes. She slowly worked in shaving creme, avoiding my vagina. She tapped my outer leg and I lifted it over the side of the tub. She gently removed the hair on that side. She tapped that leg again and I slid it back into the tub and raised my left leg up onto the wide ledge next to the wall on the other side. I was a bit shocked when she climbed into the tub to get better access to the left side of my pubes. When she had finished she told me it was time to get down into the area of the clitoris. I reached in and spread my labia, but immediately started to masturbate. I was so horny by then. She put her hand over mine and said there would be plenty of time for that and then moved my hands away. She gently spread my labia and I felt the razor start to clean me up. My hands went directly to my breasts and I worked both nipples to full erection as she shaved me. When she finished, she turned on the faucet and filled her cupped hands with cold water that she poured over my freshly shaven parts. I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. She got up and out of the tub and offered me a hand saying "Come and see". I got out and we both stood in front of the mirror. I compared my newly shaven vagina to hers and then I lost contact with her image as I stared at the pure white skin and the slightly swollen labia. I lost contact with everything as I moved one hand down to explore my newly liberated womanhood. It wasn't until my gaze drew back and I saw both figures in the mirror that I noticed both she and I had one hand on our own vagina's with the other gently cupping our own breast. "Your so lovely" she said as she stepped closer to me, cupped my breast with one hand, and then I got my first womenly kiss. That was too much for me, and I came in a mind blowing orgasm that almost made me fall to the floor, if she hadn't grabbed me. My legs were shaking and through my dizzy state of mind, I felt a warm wetness seeping down my thighs. I realized that I was peeing myself, there was nothing I could do, but to enjoy the waves of my orgasm that ripped through me. She kept kissing me all the time, even when she came too, right after. I felt lovely for the first time. That night was the first time I had ever been made love to. But I knew she knew me better that first night than my boyfriend did after more than two years. My shaven vagina felt awful the next three days in competition underwear, but every night she freed me from the constraints of clothes and finally freed me from the constraints of loveless sex. We lost the cheerleading competition that final day (came in third among the all girl squads), but I was certainly a winner that night as I gained my first access to another woman's vagina. Prior to that night I had always hated the way my "crotch" smelled when I got undressed after a long hard day. Her perfume was overwhelming and was part of the reason I came for the first time that night. The greatest gift she gave me that night was to dip one finger into her vagina and offering it to me to smell. After I literally moaned in delight she slipped another finger into my vagina and offered it up for me to smell. It was only after I recognized our shared feminine perfume that I let her go down and kiss me, lick me and suck me. I knew after the first aromatic air from her vaginal fluids that I wanted to be down there. We loved each other to orgasm several times that last night and many nights after that until I went away to college that fall. We have gotten together everytime I go home for visits. I have never accepted another male lover since that night at Finals. Currently I am in a long term relationship. I am now the same age she was at our first encounter and she is in her mid-forties. My companion understands that I will be "unfaithful" whenever I am with my "coach". She appreciates that I am with her only because I got the right coaching in high school.