Relieving Some Tension; Lexi/Makoto

[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue: Lexi is Makoto's personal trainer. She's been teaching her kickboxing. She invited Makoto to hang with her for the weekend while Makoto's parents are out of town. Lexi knows about Makoto being trans because they've showered together at the gym. There's kickboxing going on, but Lexi is also giving Makoto a chance to have a sleepover and wear pajamas and eat ice cream and watch movies on the floor in front of the couch.
Tags: lesbian, sweat, musk, cute, transgender, tomboy, cool big sis, post workout, awkwardness

[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue flops backwards, landing on the vinyl covered second hand gym mat they'd lugged down the stairs and into the courtyard of Lexi's apartment complex. The kickboxing helmet took most of the thud, and her arms sprawled out to either side. She just lay there, panting and heaving after the day's workout--sprints from one side of the yard to the other, pull ups on the clothes line, and finally a sparring match--looking up at the clouds. The polyester inner lining of her basketball shorts clung to her sweaty thighs, and her sports bra was soaked through as well.
One hand clad in a padded Everlast glove lifted up, "I give..." the teen moaned, with an overdramatic warble to her voice before letting the hand smack down on the matching pleather helmet.
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart was still on her feet, albeit barely. Her hands rested on her knees and she drew heavy breaths, her thin cotton clothing was plastered to her body, and even the two layers around her chest were getting rather sheer due to sweat she had exuded in the action and the heat of the sun. "Goddamn!" she said, tugging at her collar. "You just don't give up, do you? I thought I had you down at least four times that last match, but it just wouldn't stick." She brought a hand up to her shoulder and rubbed it. She'd have quite a bruise soon, thanks to a surprise Makoto had had for her.
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue fumbles at the plastic buckle of her helmet with the oversized fingerless gloves, taking a deep breath and enjoying the cool breeze on her sweaty head, black and red hair messy and stuck to her forehead. "Nope," she says, holding her helmet up and waving it around like a flag of defeat, "I do give up."
With an exerted, cartoony whine of "nyeeeeeh!" she tossed the helmet in Lexi's general direction, but it didn't get any further than her own thigh. Her arm flopped back down to the mat with the wet thump of sweaty skin on vinyl. "Just roll me off the mat and bury me here. I think I'm dead."
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart stood up, stretching her back and bringing her hands up to block the helmet. Rather unnecessary, perhaps, but with Makoto one never knew. "Yeah, sure, you gave up. Like, three rounds after any sensible person would have." The personal trainer took a few steps towards Makoto and then leant over, bending at the hips to scruffle the short mess of hair. Her own locks clung to her head and shoulders, only a few stray strands peeling away to tickle at the girl's arm beneath her. "No burying. This is a communal yard, so we're not allowed any spooky ghosts to haunt it, and I know you'd act the say way in death as you do in life." Then the pale haired girl stands up, offering her arm to the fallen one. "Come on, I can't roll the mat up with you in it."
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue lifts her arms and legs up and waggles them about with a groan before they flop back down. Then she rolls over flat on her belly with her face to the mat, which stinks of years of sweat. She rolls side to side making noncommittal noises, then with a big dramatic sigh, she kips up and onto her feet. She wobbles a bit, and puts a hand on Lexi to steady herself, then leans down to pick up her helmet and gently bops Lexi in the side with it. "Got you."
"And of course I went hard, I wanted to impress my lovely trainer," the girl says with a bravado that quickly fades as she looks away and blushes, taking her hand off Lexi and rubbing her nose.
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart rolls her eyes at Makoto's apparent inability to get herself upright. "Come on, just imagine you're getting up to hit a bully! You'd be on your feet in no time, flat." She makes a big grin when Makoto finally does step off the mat, and closes her eyes as she goes for another hair-ruffle. And then promptly recoils as the helmet hits her side. "Ach," she chitters as she makes a few hops to the side, and then shakes her head. "Ya got me, babe."

Lexi listens to Makoto's little explanation, or perhaps confession, earnestly, and she beams as the girl looks away. "Aww, you cutie. Come 'ere!" Lexi pulls her into a big, two-armed grip for a short, but firm, hug. "You spoil me, babe." Then she turns and begins rolling up the mat, not bothering to wipe it down or even brush off the grass clippings that cling to its surfaces. As she's working her voice comes to Makoto over her back. "If I'm that lovely, though, I wouldn't be too surprised if you went hard. Common reaction to getting up close and personal~" She's just teasing, but... Lexi always has a bit of truth behind her flirts.
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue gets incredibly red and looks down at her crotch, just to make sure, before helping Lexi with the mat. Now she's all the more aware of the curves of the white haired sexpot's toned, nubile body as they work, taut muscle moving beneath glistening, tattooed skin. Once the mat is folded up, she quickly picks up her end and lugs the whole thing up onto her back, bent over and carrying it like a turtle. It sticks out awkwardly above her head and trails behind her, the mat being wider than she is tall. She starts trundling off towards the second floor apartment while leaving behind her helmet. "I've got it!" she says, already trying to prove her worth even though she can barely feel her limbs.
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart can't help but laugh at the rather comical sight of Makoto dragging the huge mat along towards the stairs. "This girl..." she mutters to herself. Ever since Makoto first showed up at the gym she'd been impressed by both her fiery passion and her inability to give, no matter what her body seemed capable of. When she'd first seen Makoto naked in the locker room she'd thought that might have been some of the secret source of her strength, but after their time together she knew it wasn't Makoto's genes that made her, but rather her spirit. Shaking her head to clear the idle daydreaming, she snatched up both helmets and rushed to catch her end of the mat before Makoto mounted the stairs. "Door should still be unlocked. Just kick it open and we'll dump the mat in the kitchen for now. I'm sure we'll need it again tomorrow, so there's no sense putting it away just yet."
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue can't keep turtle walking with the mat all the way up the stairs, and ends up dragging it up the first flight, even though it weighs about as much as she does. She gets it half way up before Lexi can catch up to her, and pulls and lifts it up the stairs with a mumble of "I got this" as she drags it through the landing and bumps open the door. She strains and heaves and pulls it through the apartment until she gets to the kitchen, while Lexi is barely at the door, and there's a loud crack as the vinyl hits the tile floor. Makoto, sweaty and red with exertion and totally not blushing and flustered meets Lexi half way, drops to her knees, and then drops down on her stomach and lays face down on the floor. "Everything hurts..." she mumbles into the carpet. "I need a shower."
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart can only grumble as Makoto goes at it again, causing all manner of trouble before ending up face-down on her floor. "Gawd, babe. Don't do this to yourself!" She hunches down next to the girl and puts a hand on her head, and then moves both of hers to the girls shoulders. She gives both shoulders a half-hearted rub, and gasps as she feels the musculature underneath. "You don't need a shower. You need a bath. Preferably a multiple hour long bath." Turning swiftly, Lexi takes Makoto in her arms and hefts her up, wrapping the brunette's arm around her shoulder to support and then begins dragging her off to the bathroom. Her own body is sweaty too, but after Makoto did all the work lifting the mat up here Lexi's body is practically chilly pressed up against the girl. She hip-thrusts the bathroom door open and then sets Makoto down on the edge of the built-in bath. It's surprisingly clean, given the state of the rest of the house, the whole bathroom sparkling white, with three heavy shaggy mats on the floor and towels to spare hanging from the railings. Lexi spends a few moments setting the bath to run, and then sits down on the floor with her back up against the tub, and looks across at Makoto. She cocks her head and then pats her thighs with a hand. "Come on, it'll take a few minutes to fill."
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue lets out a startled "ack!" as she's hoisted up from the floor. It takes a few steps before she realizes where her feet go, and just follows Lexi into the rather cozy and surprisingly fluffy bathroom. The whole way she can't help but notice how close they are. Also just how much she smells, all worked up from the afternoon's strenuous activities, her whole body glistening and the humidity of her pits wafting up around her. More than that is just how much Lexi smells. A deep, active funk, warm and heady, like a hot towel, salty and earthy. Makoto does her best not to take a deep whiff.
In the bathroom she just stands by the edge of the tub at first, not sure what else to do. She's about to offer Lexi the first bath before she pats one milky thigh to offer a seat in her lap. Makoto scratches at her red cheek and gets up from leaning against the door to go sit in Lexi's lap before she can change her own mind. She's heavy and wet and smelling like gym mat and sweat, but she's still got the body of a kid. Which she tries to keep sitting upright, not wanting to lean back. Actually, no, she decides, she's going to lean back because sitting up is far too much work, which leaves her with her hands in her lap leaning back against Lexi with her legs sprawled out on either side of the commode.
"So, um..." she murmurs, suddenly a bad conversationalist.
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart lets her head roll back... aaaand *thunk* And then she grabs a hand-towel from the pile and stuffs it behind her head. As Makoto settles down atop her she puts her hands on the girl's hips, guiding her to the comfy spot. Her hands rest there after Makoto sits, as if forgotten, but truthfully Lexi rather likes the feel of Makoto. "You did good, kid," she says after a moment's though. "Real good." Lexi takes a deep breath, drinking in the salty smell of Makoto's exertions, and then lets it wash out her nose, her hot breath flowing over her hair and neck. "But now you're paying for it." One of her hands moves, sliding down Makoto's thigh, pressing fingers in gently as she goes. "How's the leg? I thought I might'a hit you a bit hard here."
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue scrunches up her shoulders, making herself tinier in Lexi's lap, but likewise enjoying the feeling of the older girl's arms around her. She gives a little shiver as the warm breath tickles her neck. "Ah!" she yelps, jumping a bit as the other girl touches her leg. It's not so much from the pain as it is the shock of it, and Makoto wiggles her feet a bit, nervously. She watches Lexi's fingers touch over her skin and tries not to fantasize. "I'll be okay, coach," she says, more of that bravado in her voice, "it'll take more than that to hurt me."
[2015/08/06]Lexi Geldart's mind lights up in six different ways as Makoto gives her that opening. "Are you sure?" Lexi's hand curls up into a ball, and she rubs up and down Makoto's thigh a few times. "I'll be happy to massage it out if you like. No shame in saying if you want me to, I don't mind, I'm your trainer." Then her other arm wraps itself around Makoto's stomach, lazily hugging the girl. "But do call me Lexi. Here we're just friends, right? You're sleeping over. Relax!"
[2015/08/06]Makoto Inoue lets out an uncomfortably excited moan at the half-hearted massage, face flushing up. She quickly puts a hand to her mouth and bites the side of her finger before she can get a hold of herself, then puts her arms down around Lexi's arm. "A-ah... Okay, Lexi..." she says, doing her best to relax even though what she really wants to do is turn around and kiss her big sis crush. For now just being in her arms is enough, though, and she lets her shoulders slump and her body go slack as she tries to relax. All the same, she's glad for the titty skittles. If she had been a regular boy laying on the bathroom floor with his crush, she'd probably be pitching a painful tent right now. As is she's only got the butterflies to contend with.
[09:33] Lexi Geldart's left arm slinks just that little bit further around Makoto, teasing across until her fingertips reach her hip and she 'accidentally' slips the last knuckle of her little finger in underneath the hem of Makoto's basketball shorts. Her palm is bare, and warm on Makoto's belly. The trainer's other hand moves to massage in earnest, working her thumb in as she goes down, then sliding up smoothly before working the thumb in again and following down a different path. "There we go." Lexi's voice is soft, and the trickling of the running water seems to take a lot of the harshness out, drowning out the world and leaving just the two of them here, alone together. "Feeling better now?" Then the raver's hand moves, shifting across Makoto's lap and to her other thigh. As it moves past her crotch Lexi lets her palm brush over the folds of Makoto's shorts, and Makoto can feel the breath catch in Lexi's chest. "Y-you are enjoying this, right? I mean... I though..." Lexi drifts into silence.
[09:43] Makoto Inoue bites her lip to stifle more embarrassing moans, her head lolling back and rolling on her shoulders. Eventually she doesn't even try to hide it, her eyes closed, her face twisted in a visage of blissful pleasure. Alerts should go off when she feels fingers touching in the hem of her shorts, but she doesn't notice or listen to them. Even when the hand goes across the front of her lap she doesn't even realize what's going on until Lexi stops.
The transgirl's voice catches in her throat and she practically jumps, putting her hand over her own crotch and pulling her legs in lotus style. "O-Oh God!" she cries out, riddled with humiliation, "N-no! It's...!" she doesn't even know what to say, and just feels terrible that her body is doing what she'd *usually* want it to. "No, I-I love it," she admits, "I just don't... get very hard. It's not your fault, please don't hate me!" she begs, curling forward in Lexi's lap, her shoulders hunched and her hands pressed against her crotch. "I mean, I've dreamed about this for months, please don't think it's because of you..." she admits, voice a quiet pleading as she mentally kicks herself for ruining the moment.
[09:51] Lexi Geldart gasps and her hands hover in the air, momentarily stunned by Makoto's sudden reversal. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know. I just kinda assumed that since you had one..." Lexi wraps her arms around Makoto's shoulders and pulls her in tight. "I'm sorry! I thought for a moment you weren't interested and I was doing something horrible. I shouldn't have thought like that." Lexi's head bows down, burying her forehead into the crook of Makoto's neck. She sniffles, and... wait, is that tears that can be felt? "I've gone and ruined the moment," she says, voicing her own concerns.

Lexi stays quiet for a moment, but it's hard for her to ever be too far from lewd thoughts. One hand moves down to rest atop Makoto's. "You can still feel it, though, right? Does it feel nice when it's touched?" She leans in and plants her lips against Makoto's neck, not quite kissing her, but still being intimate. "May I?"
[09:56] Makoto Inoue fidgets a bit, the voice on her neck tickling the little hairs and making them stand on end. She bites her lip, not sure what to say or do, then nods, and leans back again, trying to open up and relax. She takes Lexi's wrist in her own sweaty, clammy hand and guides the older girl to her crotch. "Yeah..." she says quietly, slowly opening her legs again, loosening the drawstring on her shorts. "It... it feels good when you touch me." Blustery determined Makoto murmurs out that last part, suddenly now so nervous and awkward like the blushing virgin she is.
[10:02] Lexi Geldart lets herself relax, now rebolstered by Makoto's consent. Her hug becomes more gentle, and the arm that was around her chest slips down a little, over Makoto's breasts and then cupping the one across her body through the training bra. Lexi lets Makoto guide her hand down, but stalls on her mons, not letting herself touch the cock through the fabric. Instead she waits for Makoto to loosen her pants and then takes the lead again, her hand moving up to press flat against Makoto's stomach before her fingertip lead the way downwards, following every curve of her body as they flow through sparse body hair towards their goal. Lexi is so curious as to what they'll find. "Bet it's just as cute as you are~" she whispers.
[10:14] Makoto Inoue closes her eyes and lets out a whimpering, needy little moan that she doesn't even try to stop. Her body is soft and sweaty overtop athletic muscles that don't quite come in thanks to having estrogen since a young age. She's mostly shaved, and when Lexi's fingers touch the semistiff little cock, shrunken and just as cute as she'd expect, Makoto lets out a gasp, her feet rolling and her toes curling. She lifts her hips up to press against those lovely fingers, the first outside doctors or immediate family to ever touch her, and definitely the first to touch her in this way. Hooking fingers into the hem of her pants, she slides them off, down to her thighs, letting herself free into the air so that Lexi can better touch her. Her clit is soft and floppy, with a rather soft little bush of black hair around the base and far too much foreskin bunched up round the head. It isn't hard, only in those first soft stages of arousal, even though her heart is fluttering and the tingling in her loins is a veritable apiary. If she were any other young, excitably eager lover Lexi had teased, her priapism would be absolutely painful.
[10:21] Lexi Geldart lets out her own needy noise. "Mmmm~!!" The excited little hum vibrates out of her lips and into Makoto's neck. "So cute~!" Lexi's supporting arm gives Makoto another squeeze, and she brushes at her with her thumb, trying to be reassuring. She tilts her head around and plants a wet kiss on Makoto's neck, just below her ear. "You react like such an adorable little girl!" And then her voice drops into a horse whisper; "I love it." Her hand finally begins to move again, splayed fingers tracing through Makoto's fuzzy bush and around her tiny cock, wrapping it up in a few fingers. Her thumb gently massages the top of it, gently rolling the foreskin about. "Tell me if anything hurts, okay? I'll stop right away. And if we're going too fast, or you don't feel it's right, just tell me. We can work it out."
[10:38] Makoto Inoue pants heavily, her nostrils flaring and her heart pounding. She nods sharply, though she could barely hear Lexi through the drumbeat in her ears. She wraps her arm around the trainer's, feeling the arm around her for a moment before she pulls up her own bra, revealing two soft mounds of flesh that look like they belong on a budding teen instead of someone further along in puberty. There's even the slight pale silvery hint of stretch marks from their rapid growth. Unlike her half-hearted penis, doing it's best to show how happy it is as it begins to leak clear sticky precum, her nipples are stiff and stark, little pink tips on her rounding breasts. "T-touch me here..." the young girl begs, rocking her hips up against Lexi.
[10:43] Lexi Geldart leans in once more and gives Makoto another kiss. "Okay." Her arm shifts upwards again, index finger and thumb pressing into Makoto's skin, wiping away sweat and grime on her belly, then sinking into her breast as they make their way upwards. She doesn't home in on the nipple immediately, instead tracing around in a circle once, twice. Meanwhile her other hand continues it's rolling motions, passing Makoto's penis between her thumb and fingers, and then back again, flowing slowly around the tender tip, gently working her foreskin back and down. And then her other hand moves with a flash, snapping inwards. She gives Makoto's teat a sharp squeeze, holding firm for a few moments, and then lets go again.
[10:50] Makoto Inoue squirms in excitement, trying to relax but being so worked up and taut that she can't sit still. Her eager moans and lurid gasps are louder now, writhing as she is under Lexi's hands, electrical pleasure coursing through her body. She doesn't want it to end, but she goes on so long without cresting, mewling for as long as Lexi will toy with her. "Th-the bath..." she pants out after what feels like a long stretch of wonderful eternity, her little clit slicking her crush's hand.
[10:55] Lexi Geldart shakes her head, dragging her nose through Makoto's hair. "Shhhhh~," she says, "Don't worry about it. Let Lexi take care of everything tonight." The hand on Makoto's chest moves down and takes the girl's arm, then shifts back up to the unmolested breast, planting both of them palm-down there. Her right hand lets go of Makoto's cock for a moment, and Lexi lets it slide down to rest in the palm of her hand. Then she presses her palm downwards, into Makato's mons, and rubs gentle circles, massaging the girl's member as though it were a clit, hidden amongst folds. "Do you like this one?" she asks. "A lot of girls like this one."