Chloe Rides Again Pt 03

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18.

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Part 03: Black Girl on White Roads

Gigi Rivers. That name grabbed me as soon as Marlen mentioned it, and the fact that she was one of the gay girls on the tour just made it even more beguiling. I looked her up on Pro Cycling Stats, and my interest piqued even more when I saw that she was black and hailed from the British Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. I could hardly imagine what her journey into European pro cycling had been like, coming from such a tiny, distant archipelago.

I realised that I had seen her at the Omloop, and registered her as an unusual sight. Very tall, and almost the only black girl on the women's tour.

European cycling is overwhelmingly white, but it's not because it's racist. It has more to do with the cultural background of the sport, and the very small number of black women who are interested in it. For whatever reason, black girls are far more likely to take up athletics than cycling, which is a shame, I think.

There will have been racism in the past, I'm sure, and sexism still exists to some extent even now, but it is predominantly a very inclusive and welcoming sport.

Personally, I love to see the sport becoming a bit more worldly, and the more people we can welcome in from other cultures and nationalities the better.

Anyway, Gigi. According to procyclingstats.com, she was 27, 181cm tall (very nearly 6ft) and weighed only 63 kilos, so extremely tall and slim. I did recall her looking very lithe and long-limbed. She seemed to have shortish hair, worn in a kinky twist kind of style, and a big, big smile. She was definitely intriguing.

She rode for Team Protime Femmes and she had a team mate, the French girl, Aimée du Havre, who was also gay according to Marlen, so I looked her up as well.

She was cute. Apparently 29, 165cm tall and 56kg, so similar to me. She had a mass of loose brunette curls, and a dimply impish smile. Nice.

Who was the other girl Marlen had mentioned? Errm... Pam Clitheroe... She was American, 25 years old, 168cm tall and 59kg. She had short blonde hair that may or may not have been natural, and a slightly boyish look. Not unattractive, but definitely not a girly girl, by the look of her.

All these were very interesting, but apart from Marlen identifying them as gay, we knew nothing else about them, actually. We didn't know if they were attached, and even if they weren't, would they be up for some free girls kind of fun? We didn't even know if they were sexual girls or not.

One thing I've learned in my life so far is that many people are not very sexual. I don't mean asexual and aromantic, like my Scottish friend, Brenda, that's an extreme case, but just not very sexually motivated. Lacking in libido. A bit un-horny. It's something I've observed in quite a few people, and it has nothing to do with race, colour, or nationality, sexual attractiveness - or even male or female I assume. It's also nothing to do with gay or straight.

It's sometimes said that many straight women have lesbian thoughts, or secret desires, and I've often thought that those will be the sexual women. I know I'm bound to say this, but I don't know how it's possible to be horny and not find an attractive woman alluring.

Anyway, for now, the sexual potential of these three women was a mystery... Hang on a minute, there was also Licia's team mate Stella. I looked her up too.

Hmm. As you'd imagine at the age of 20, she looked very young and fresh-faced, with rosy cheeks and very pale blue eyes. She wasn't a little sylph-like thing though, at 172cm and 64kg. That's the physique of a strong girl, like Marianne. I was thinking, I bet she has fucking great thighs.

So, Gigi and Aimée were very interesting from a sexual angle, but I was also intrigued by the fact that they rode for Team Protime Femmes - Marieke Vox's team. The fact that Marieke had ended up alone with us at the Omloop suggested that the team was quite weak.

I knew there had been speculation as to why Marieke had joined them, and didn't extend her contract with Vista-Maxx. Possibly, at 36, she was anticipating the end of her career. Maybe the team no longer wanted her, but we'd just seen at Omloop that she could still sprint.

Even though her own team weren't strong enough to support her, she got a free ride with us, and went on to win anyway. It was something we would need to combat at the upcoming Strade Bianche Donne. Somehow.

I spoke to Licia about all this and she said Gigi had obviously had an off day at the Omloop, and that she was normally expected to be one of the strongest riders in the team. 'She's not much of a climber, but she can time trial and sprint, which is unusual for someone so tall, and she has a big engine -- she can sit on the front of the bunch for 50 or 60km, no problem. She'll be back up there at Strade, just you watch.'

"Mm, I'll watch her like a hawk. What I really want to find out though, is her sexual potential. I'm thinking there's a possibility of a free girls kind of thing, but we need to find out where these gay girls stand.'

'Yeh, we need to ask them. I'll take some soundings on Stella ' She chuckled at her adoption of Marlen's turn of phrase.

'Great. Pam is on Amstel-Rabo with Lucy, I'll have a word with Luce, see if she can, er... take some soundings too. Do you know anyone on Protime?'

'No, only Marieke and I couldn't really ask her about this.'

'I'll try to have a word with Gigi this weekend... Are you looking forward to Strade?'

Yeh, it's gorgeous there. Tuscany is so beautiful. I've often thought the route of the race would make a brilliant training ride, just taking it easy and enjoying the scenery. We should do it sometime.'

'Yeah, I'm up for that. Maybe we could do it after the race and take later flights home.'

'Fantastic idea! Let's talk to our DSs' (Directeurs Sportif) 'and see if we can travel back a day or two later. There's a free weekend after Strade, so it won't mess up training or anything.'

'I have an even better idea. Afterwards, why don't you fly back to Edinburgh and stay with me until the next race?

'Oh my God, Chloe, that would be bloody brilliant. How awesome are you?' I grinned at her exuberance. It was an excellent idea though, even if I say so myself.

'Anyway, how's your tongue, and your back?

She knew that I was alluding to the self-licking instantly, and she cackled. 'Oh I haven't been doing any of that. I only did it to titillate you...'

'You succeeded.'

'... It's not something I will make a habit of. Mind you, I do want to try it again when you are with me. A bit of double licking could be fun.'

'Mm, can't wait to try that. So naughty.'

'Yeah, I think it could be very tasty.'

I chuckled. 'See you on Friday.'

So, there I was, in the middle of the week, looking forward to the weekend and wondering how our "soundings" would go. I pondered on how to approach Gigi. I spoke with Lucy and she promised to talk to Pam, and Licia was going to talk to Stella. We'd certainly find some things out, that was certain.

Then Maisie rendered it all null and void.

On Wednesday evening, a WhatsApp message chimed in on my phone - a group message from Maisie. It was a new group I wasn't familiar with, and as I looked at who was in it, my mouth fell open (I think a bit of my dinner may have fallen out). Besides me, Licia, Helen, and Lucy, there was also Stella Forsberg, Pam Clitheroe, Marlen Raichle, Aimée du Havre, and Gigi Rivers. All the gay women on the tour! The message was short and sweet. Very sweet, actually.

'Hello fellow gay girls. Sabina and I request your company in the lounge of the Hotel Toscana, in Siena, this Friday at 8pm. To get together and talk about all things happy and gay.

Reply please...

Maisie B

xx'

Maisie eh? What's she like? How the hell did she get all their numbers? I've no idea. One thing I know about Maisie though, is that if she sets her mind to something, she can usually find a way.

I immediately replied 'Cool. I'll be there.'

Licia followed shortly afterwards, 'Me too,' and the others all chimed in over the next hour. This was going to be fun. I was so excited, I went upstairs for a wank.

I decided to stick to just fingers. Yes, I can get myself off more quickly with a vibe, or my clit sucker, but fingers are more sensuous, and sometimes it just feels more erotic to play with myself sensuously, bringing myself slowly - deliciously slowly - to the peak, to rather than just going for a quick and dirty orgasm.

I like to take myself to the very edge, to the point where my clit is twitching and my vaginal muscles are just starting to squeeze, then hold myself there as long as possible, quivering on the cusp, trembling, and oozing sex juice. It's an exquisite feeling.

I'm always amazed by the variations of sexual fluids the female body is capable of producing. Sometimes mine is greyish white and creamy, trickling into my bum crack -- or my partner's mouth if I'm queening her -- and sometimes it's clear and viscous, forming gooey strands, almost like raw egg white.

Then there's the orgasm juice -- watery and copious. I don't think even medical science has got to the bottom of what proportion of it is pee, but you may remember I once did an experiment and tasted it, and it was not like pee. It was much more oily, and had a much more musky flavour.

In fact, each of these fluids has its own taste. All of them earthy and visceral and, in the midst of sexual arousal, utterly delicious.

Ah, the sheer wonder of the female body. I love it. I know it has its downsides -- like a monthly curse -- but I'd never swap it for a male one.

Anyway I put a folded towel on the bed, built up pillows to place me at the perfect angle, and put a mirror between my legs, then settled in for an hour of delicious sensual pleasure. Just me, my pussy, and my fingers.

A mirror? Yes, I often use a mirror. I like to watch myself. There's something incredibly erotic about watching a woman masturbating -- Licia and I often watch each other -- and it's probably my favourite kind of porn. Well, using the mirror, I can give myself my own private wank show. Yes, it's a bit narcissistic but so what? It definitely enhances...

By the time I'd given myself three thoroughly lubricious orgasms, my pussy, and the towel under my bum were a squishy mess of all kinds of girl juice, and I was so sated I could have just gone to sleep lying there in my own salacious secretions.

I'm not a complete animal though, and I got up, took the towel to the washing machine, then had a shower, before crawling under the duvet with that wonderful glow...

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Strade Bianche

There was a partial recce of the route planned for Friday, so I flew to Florence on Thursday, a pain of a trip involving a change in Paris, and rendezvoused with the rest of the team on the bus, for the final hop to Siena.

It was the same team as for the Omloop, but I was sharing my hotel room with Selina this time, so there wasn't going to be any sex. I could have tried to arrange a swap, but Helen's relationship with Lucy was developing now, and I didn't know how it was going to work out, so I didn't.

There was Marlen of course, but I didn't feel we were quite familiar enough yet. Plus, I guess I was also thinking about Licia. I just knew that, despite all her talk, she wouldn't make any moves on Stella, for the same reason; she'd be thinking about me.

So I was a slightly subdued Chloe that evening, and my doleful mood was added to by the fact that, for the first time in ages, Molly and co would not be present this time. They'd decided that Siena was just too big a trip to make, especially when they didn't have an active role to play.

Their absence made me a little sad. We'd been a close-knit team all winter, and moving into this different environment was a bit of a wrench. I was about to do the Strade Bianche, one of the most beautiful and iconic races in all of cycling yet, more than anything, I was looking forward to the start of the next cyclocross season.

The "race of the white roads" is relatively young. The men's race only started in 2007, the women's in 2015, so it's not a "monument," but it has gained prestige very quickly, to the point where many are calling for it to be given Monument status.

It takes its name from the white gravel roads of the Chianti and Crete Senesi areas, to the south and east of Siena, which make up over a third of the course, and the scenery of rolling green hills, white roads, and rows of cypresses has made the race iconic, along with the steep uphill in the streets of old Siena to the finish in the Piazza del Campo. It definitely has a bit of an aura.

On the Friday, as mentioned, the team had planned a recce of part of the course, and we drove out in two team cars to the village of San Piero, from where we would ride the final 30km loop and the finish into Siena.

The race takes a big sweeping loop to the south, but then as it returns to Siena, the riders have to cover this 30km loop, which climbs the Colle Pinzuto twice, before heading into the town and the finish. Pinzuto is not the biggest or steepest climb on the course, but this double ascent is widely regarded as the final test, apart from the uphill to the Piazza right at the end.

Anyway we set off to ride the loop on a glorious sunny day, and my feeling of well-being returned as I rode along between Helen and Marlen, with Selina, Mia and Tera chatting away behind us.

The route was gorgeous, and I was really looking forward to the leisurely post-race ride with Licia, which both our DSs had OK'd.

Colle Pinzuto was not too fearsome, despite a stiff start, and soon we were on the final 11km into Siena. Gabi had forbidden us to race each other up the final climb, partly to save our energy, but also because the streets would be thronged with people, and it would be a bit antisocial. As it was, we had to weave in and out of pedestrians, who's erratic courses were completely unpredictable.

At the top of the climb, there's a short, gentle downhill into the square, and we were stopped by a policeman here, who wanted us to get off and walk. We refused, and Mia charmed him with a sweet smile and a bit of Italian sweet talk, and he broke into a broad smile and let us continue.

We freewheeled down into the square, where the finish gantry was already set up, and WOW. What a place. Extremely beautiful and impressive. Unbelievably, they apparently hold horse races within the piazza, twice a year -- the famous "Palio." It was going to be a fantastic place to finish.

We returned to the hotel and got ready for dinner, but the thrum of excitement was building for the gay girls meeting later that evening. Helen said, 'Can you believe Maisie?'

'She never ceases to surprise me,' I said.

'What do you think she's up to? Just being social, or trying to reboot the free girls?'

'Bit of both, probably. I didn't expect it though. Now she's with Sabina, I thought she would give the free girls up... What about you and Lucy? Are you still free, or are you "taken."

She laughed. 'Well Lucy and I have become very close, but she says she still wants to enjoy her "new youth." I get it. It's new and very exciting to her, so we haven't become rigidly exclusive. We are just taking it as it comes.'

Hmm, it almost seemed like Licia and I, Maisie and Sabina, and maybe Helen and Lucy, were all moving towards the same kind of relationship. I'd already noticed a change though. I was less inclined to seek new partners. When I thought about sex, I always thought of Licia first. She'd always be my first choice, if I could arrange it. It was inevitable as our bond strengthened, I think.

That doesn't mean I WOULDN'T seek new partners, just that I might be less rapacious about it. I was interested to see what reactions I had to the new girls that night.

I walked over to the Hotel Toscana with Helen and Marlen, and on the way there, we met up with Lucy and Pam, coming from their team hotel.

'Well aint this exciting?' said Pam, 'Like a lesbian coven.' We chuckled. 'Gotta hand it to Maisie, she aint shy, huh?' Well, she was certainly right on that score.

Pam looked a little less boyish in the flesh. Her blonde hair was short, but stylishly cut, and she had fine features, and some elegant little studs in her ears. She was definitely more femme than butch.

Almost immediately, Helen and Lucy were walking hand in hand. There was no mistaking the romance blooming between them, and I was happy for them. They were a very good match, I think.

At the hotel, we found Maisie and Sabina in the bar, and greeted them with hugs. Licia and Stella were next to arrive, and Stella was exactly how I had imagined her: tall and well-built. A strong girl, like Marianne or my Scottish friend Brenda. It's a physique made for time-trialling.

Her blue eyes were very pale and she had pale skin with a rosy bloom across her cheeks and nose. A very Scandinavian look, somehow.

We waited for Aimée and Gigi, and they arrived separately, Aimée first, looking quite serious, almost sultry, with her curly hair tied back in a loose ponytail and, surprisingly, makeup on. Rather a professional look, I thought.

And then Gigi arrived, and wow, what a vision. I knew she was almost 6 feet tall, but she seemed even taller. All her limbs seemed exaggeratedly long, as did her slender neck and fingers. She greeted us with hugs and kisses and she had to stoop noticeably to kiss my cheeks. Her smile was every bit as big and dazzling as it had appeared on her online photo, and her skin was like brown satin.

Fascinatingly, she had a quite different comportment to my cyclocross team mate Mari, who is similarly tall and slender. The difference is hard to describe. Mari gives an impression of light, almost fragile, willowiness, whereas Gigi was rangy, lithe and strong. She had a kind of latent dynamism.

She was wearing calf-length trousers with a pair of ballet flats, and a white embroidered top with a high neckline, and her hair was a jumble of short corkscrew curls. I was enthralled.

We started making our way through to the lounge, and Licia dug me in the ribs, whispering 'Behave yourself. I've seen you looking at her.' Oh dear, I didn't realise it was so obvious.

Maisie had set up a reserved area for us, which was handy since we were 11 people. They had pushed two big coffee tables together and arranged four sofas in a square around them -- presumably with the help of the staff -- and we all sat and looked at Maisie expectantly.

I wasn't sure how she was going to play this, but I didn't have to wait long to find out...

'OK everyone, thanks for coming,' she began. 'I don't have an agenda for this evening, I just thought it would be good for all us lesbians on the tour to get together and get to know each other a bit better. A group of us are already good friends from the 'cross circuit, and I thought some of you might like to join our little community.'

Marlen piped up, 'When you say community, do you mean...?'

'Yes, Marlen, I'm coming to that. I'm not going to beat about the bush, during the 'cross season, we have a nice little arrangement between us. We call ourselves the free girls, and we are a kind of free love club. I guess you could call us swingers, although we don't have sex parties...'