Meet me face to face! (babyLETSplay x Tanakalian)

[Tanakalian]

When Ingemar Stenmark had landed at Houston’s intercontinental airport, four months ago now, to start a three year contract at the American Gymnastics Union, he had realized how far he had made it in his sports. He had never been a gymnast himself, more interested in the traditional wintersports of his native Sweden, but when the town he lived had asked for a trainer to guide a couple of talented girls in gymnastics, he had jumped on the offer. He had graduated from Stockholm University, with a degree in teaching High School, but back in his hometown, he had doubted his choice of studies. But the two talented girls, twin-sisters, needed guidance. And one actually made it to the Olympics in 1996. It was unheard of, a coach as young as he was, with no proven track-record of himself, to get a girl so far. He had made it.

The next decade he worked in various countries in Europe, even in Russia, and his reputation only grew. But his ultimate goal was to get a contract in the US, for it was the mecca of training-facilities and talent. His training and coaching methods were as simple as they were effective. He let his girls free to choose what routine they wanted to do. He let them experiment with new jumps, rolls and techniques. He wasn’t a gymnast, he never showed any of this girls how to do things. But he knew how to motivate his girls and they doted on him. From the twins in Sweden, throughout Europe. And he was certain that he could get the US girls back to winning ways.

At 51 he got the offer, he had resigned from the French Gymnastics Committee and a couple of months later he was on his way. The first thing he noticed on entering Arrivals was the difference in looks. American men seemed to be look so old. In his youth he hadn’t seen himself as handsome, but he knew he had aged well, and he was regularly guessed a decade younger than his actual age. He had all the features of the old Vikings, he was tall and strong, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. At 6’6” he had long surpassed his father in height, even though his weight never went above 185lbs. He had never married, but definitely had no shortage of girls in his life. But the one thing he kept strictly separated was his work and private life.

He had known the stories, seen the trainers and coaches who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And

no matter he had a clear love and preference for young girls, at the start of his career he had vowed never to indecently touch one of his athletes. He never had the need for it, for his private life was filled with girls to his liking. And when internet was opened for the general public, he really found a home. From his early youth he had written stories, but when he discovered writing sites and shortly after, roleplaying sites, his writing turned from fantastical stories to erotic and right out pornographic stories.

A world of hot girls had opened up to him and over the years he had had a few good online relationships with writing partners. With a few of those he had met up and with one, a French girl he had an on-and-off relation for nearly a decade, but leaving each other free to see others as well. But when he had moved, he had deleted his accounts, for he wanted to make a fresh start, hopefully meeting new girls and who knew who he would encounter in real life as well.

US Gymnastics had offered him a small bungalow on the campus at Karolyi Ranch, but he had chosen to buy a small cottage in the woods near Willis. And the only reason he had given was to keep his privacy, to separate his work from his private life. If his private life would come out, he’d no doubt lose his job, for he was certain it would not be taken well. He was as dark and depraved a Dominant privately, as he was good as a coach professionally. It had taken a few weeks for internet to be installed at his new house, and he missed being online, but meeting the team and the girls had taken up most of his time anyway.

Internet installed, he looked around on google for a good roleplaying site and when he had found one, where the rules and regulations were more lenient on certain parts, he made himself an account, using a nickname he had never used before. Making himself known as The Mark he kept a low profile for the first couple of weeks, he posted an introduction, but nothing more. And at the same time as registering on the forum, he also made himself a Discord account with the same name, for he had learnt that it was the new place to be for chatting and other flirtatious acts. But he still hadn’t made a request thread, for his work was extremely busy, preparing for the World Championships in a couple of months.

 

[Dimples]

There seemed to be two types of parents. One, being the more laid-back sorts, while the other had a strict and overprotective way of raising their children. Not everyone was the same, some fell somewhere in between. This was not the case for Elise’s upbringing. Being raised in a strict Christian home, her parents had expectations for her. She was the only child in the family. While this meant she didn’t usually have to ask for much, it also meant she was often suffocated with their overprotective nature. Growing up the girl had always tried to be the good girl her parents wanted her to be, but the older she got, she began to realize the depravity that stalked around every corner of the world, and the more she saw of this corruption, the more curious the girl got, looking up the sort of things a good Christian girl should not do.

At some point along her many searches, she fell upon a site. One where you create stories with other people. After lurking around for a while and reading some of the members stories, her interest grew immensely. It was as if her sheltered world had just been shattered and made anew! It was wonderful! No one had to know anything about her, and she could explore all the naughty little things she was curious about in these stories! There was only one problem. When she went to sign up, there was an age restriction of 18 and up. This was a big problem. Elise was only 16, and quite frankly, she didn’t plan on waiting two years to sign up.

So, she lied.

It was simple. She used her own birthday, just a different year to make it seem as if she was already 18. No one would know the difference, right? It wasn’t like anyone could see her through the screen. She was simply writing stories with these people. There was no need to even talk to them. There was no problem with a little lie… Besides, 18 wasn’t too much older than she was now. Perhaps she could even pass as looking such an age? At least it wasn’t like she had the body of a child. Her curves were well defined, with wide hips and a slender waist. She had sizeable breasts, just enough to fill one’s hand with ease. Raven hair fell down her back in unruly waves like the ocean, occasionally falling over her vibrant green eyes. If it wasn’t for her short 5’3 height and young facial features, she was sure she would’ve been able to pass as someone older with ease. It was obvious that the boys around her admired her, however, seemed to never approach her, knowing she was the good girl that would never give in to their temptations.

Or so they thought.

There was a darker side within Elise. A deep yearning to break out of her sheltered life and taste what lied beyond. However, she could never see herself making the first step into that world on her own. So, for now, the most she could do was express herself through this erotic roleplaying site.

By now, it had been several months since she had signed up, and she had found that she truly enjoyed this, somedays rushing home to check if she had replies or not, staying on the computer for hours, lying to her parents when they asked what she was doing, saying it was homework. Never once did they question her, she had never given them a reason too. After all, Elise was such a good girl a could do no harm. Why would they think otherwise?

One day of randomly browsing the site, she fell upon a new member. Curious, she clicked on the profile, reading over the information he provided. There was no request thread, only a bit of information about himself and tidbits of what he liked, not much to go off of. Still, there was something about him in his introduction, a sense of maturity and confidence that lured her in. It wasn’t like her to make the first move in sending messages. She usually just let people come to her after they looked at her request thread, but he had caught her attention, and for once, she figured she would take a chance and be bold, and so, she sent the first message through the site.

 

[Tanakalian]

Roughly two months before the World Championships would start, the team went abroad for a couple of big meetings and since he was hired for the future, it had never been the plan for him to travel along. He remained on the campus, training and coaching with three girls, two you had just missed out on the team and one who had only very recently joined. And all of a sudden he had plenty of free time, which he spent at home. He was developing new routines, the new girl showed a lot of talent and he wanted to have try a few new things, which hadn’t been done before. Gymnastics was an ever evolving sports and the athletes had to come up with new and more dangerous routines to wow the public and the judges.

But having more time on his hand, also meant he could spend more time on the writing site, and he slowly was finding his way around the various threads. He had approached a few girls based on their request threads and had two plays going on, although he wasn’t really feeling them yet. It wasn’t the girls’ fault, he had a different kind of writing routine, with interests that were a lot darker as what he had come across so far. It wasn’t that those girls weren’t there, but to approach someone out of the blue, because of things he read of them, went a bit too far for him. But he kept on writing with the two, for things could suddenly change for the better, that wouldn’t be new to him.

He contributed to a few threads from time to time, but hadn’t really found his spark yet. He wasn’t even sure himself what that was, the right spark, it could be a thread he could sink his teeth in, or a girl he got talking to, or a play. But, as he kept reminding himself, it was still early days and so far it was good enough to stay on site, instead of looking somewhere else. In general, the community seemed nice and friendly, easy-going and that was very important to him. He approached a couple more girls, only on the RT’s they had out, and with one he did get a play going, only to be ghosted right after his starter. They had been plotting for a few days, he had written a starter and she never replied.

But one day, when he got home from campus, he had a message from a girl he hadn’t come across before. She had a very intriguing nickname, its610time. Her whole message was cute and nice, that something in his introduction had caught her eye. It was the first message he got from someone else, without him approaching them first and he checked out her profile and then noticed she had a request thread out. He read through it and he saw enough to at least send a message back. And he had seen her age, 18, which he loved.

He started typing up a reply message: Hey there, thank you so much for your lovely message. I had a look through your profile and postings and I think there’s definitely something there to perhaps do some plotting for a play, if you’re interested. But if you only want to talk, I’d be more than happy to start with that. I’d love to hear where you got your name from, it’s intriguing’. He signed it off with his name, The Mark. He wasn’t one to step down his mark at first contact, and even less so with this girl, he wanted to hear from her first what she had in mind. And since he was still new to the whole Discord-concept, he hadn’t invited her to add him there, he wasn’t sure if that was the way to do it.

Chat-apps like that had been around aplenty, he had used Line before, for a game he had briefly played, and while he had wandered around on Discord a little bit, he still wasn’t sure how it all worked. But it came up in quite a few request threads, which was really the only reason he had created an account. He logged off from the site, and went back to his routines, watching old videos from former gymnasts, to see if he could use elements of their routine, in a new to invent one. But he noticed that his mind kept thinking about the message and the girl. She had piqued something, but he was unsure what exactly. Perhaps it was only because it was the first of such kind he had received. But he definitely felt a certain kind of craving for her to reply back and perhaps get to know the girl better.