This story continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," and "Chloe Rides Again." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series' 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, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.
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Chloe's Return (or La Vuelta de Chloe)
The taxi dropped me outside Licia's house and I rang the bell. My heart was thumping as I saw her silhouette approaching through the stained glass side-panel by her front door, then there she was, wearing that beaming, nose-wrinkling, somehow mischievous grin. We loudly sang 'Bay-, Bay-, -bee' at each other, as we sometimes did. A reference to a Cranberries song, "When You're Gone," It was a favourite of ours, and just one of our little jolly japes.
I threw my arms round her and she winced. 'Careful, I'm still a bit delicate.'
'Oops, sorry. I forgot. How is it now?'
'Getting much better. I did half an hour on the turbo-trainer yesterday. I know it's not like being out on the road but it's a step forward.'
'Yeh, step by step. Keep going babe, you'll get there.'
'Come in, come in.'
She tried to take one of my bags with her good arm, but I said 'No way. You need to be careful. You put the kettle on and I'll take these upstairs. I have some news for you.'
'Oo, OK. Keeping me in suspenders, are you?'
'Every chance I get...' I grinned, and dragged my bags up to the bedroom.
I dumped them in front of the wardrobe and looked around. We'd had so many good times in this room. Fun times, hot and horny times, romantic times. I was so happy to be back.
I went downstairs with a silly smile on my face and went into the kitchen to collect my tea. 'So, what's your news?' she said.
'First things first,' I said, and I turned her head towards me for a kiss. A sublime, Licia kiss. Which I'd been missing sorely. God, I love kissing her. Perhaps only Helen comes close to a Licia kiss. 'Mmm, you're such a good kisser, babe,' I said, licking my lips, and she chuckled.
'News, Chloe. I'm on tenterhooks...'
'Well... I phoned Robbie when I was in the taxi...' She looked at me expectantly. 'I'm on the team for the Vuelta Feminina.'
'Woow, big-time stuff... '
'I know... a year ago, I had no ambitions beyond 'cross, but now I'm in a grand tour. I don't know if I'm up to it, really.'
'Course you are. You said that about the classics, and look what you did there.'
'Thanks Liss, you always big me up, but it's a big step up, really. I need to tell Molly. Would you mind if I called her?'
'Don't be daft. Go ahead.'
We sat on one of Licia's sofas and I found Molly in my contacts and pressed the call button. There was a little blip in my heart when I heard her voice. 'Hi, Chloe.'
'I'm in the Vuelta, Mol.' I blurted.
'Excellent. I was hoping you would go for it. It's the right choice, Chloe. The logical next step in your career.' Licia was eavesdropping and nodding. 'Do you know the rest of your team?'
'Yeh. Similar to the classics; Tera, Helen, Marlen, Selina, Trude, but not Mia, she's replaced by -- wait for it -- Zara Visto. She's finally back from that big crash last year.'
Molly hmphed... 'I hope they haven't put her straight back in as team leader. Nobody knows where her form is yet, and I think she's past her best, anyway.'
'Well they have, yeh. Jointly with Tera. They are the big hopes for GC.' (GC is the General Classification -- the overall title -- based purely on time.) 'They don't think I'm ready for a GC bid yet. They are hoping I can go for a mountain stage win, but Zara is one of the best climbers in the world, so I'm not so confident of that.'
'Chloe, you have to believe in yourself. I think YOU might be one of the best climbers in the world, even though you haven't really been tested on a big mountain yet. Visto is almost as old as me -- she's over the hill, and there's no telling what that crash has done to her. I'll be amazed if she ever gets back to her old level.'
'Don't forget Tera, either,' I said. 'She's no mean climber herself.'
'No, but I think they'll be pinning their hopes on her winning the time trial more than anything, but that's another stage where you could spring a surprise.'
It was great to have Molly's unwavering belief in me, but the Vuelta really was a big step up for me. In truth, despite my recent successes, I was a raw novice; I'd never ridden a time-trial at World Tour level, never raced up a big mountain, and never done 7 consecutive competitive days before. There were A LOT of unknowns. Maybe that's why I was looking forward to it so much.
I had less than four days with Licia before I had to fly to Santiago de Compostela, and I was determined to make the most of them. Of course there was going to be sex, and lots of it, but I had to be careful not to exhaust myself, and I needed to do some light training, just to keep my legs awake.
Licia had been waiting patiently while I was talking to Molly, but as soon as I ended the call, she stood up and held out her hand to me. 'I'm dying for you babe. Come to bed.'
Oh, God. Is there anything better than being taken to bed? I mean, going to bed for sex is always a thrill, but to be TAKEN to bed... it does something special to me.
We were already undressing before we got into the bedroom, and we got completely naked apart from our modest jewellery before we crawled onto her bed.
Oh, it was sublime. We'd been apart for over 3 weeks, and I'd had some wonderful sex with others in that time; with "clit hero" Pam, with AimΓ©e, with Trude, with Marianne, and of course with my lovely Molly, but it was still something special to come home to Licia.
Her wonderfully fleshy, hairy pussy, her startlingly firm boobs, those dreamy thighs -- like a muscular vice clamping my head -- and her amazing long tongue, finding places inside me that no other tongue can, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of me.
Our sex was torrid and wild, but also powerfully affectionate and emotional. After the initial rush was over, we lay facing each other, kissing, with our hips twisted sideways, so that we could spread our legs and gently finger each other to final, shivery little orgasms. Oohh.