Chloe's Return

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 Aimée, 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.

We dozed, fitfully, but then hunger roused us and we went downstairs and called out for takeaway, which we ate sat on the sofa, carelessly wrapped only partially in our dressing gowns, and laughing at a frivolous panel show. It was good to be home.

The next day, I borrowed one of Licia's bikes and rode a gentle 60km circuit up to the Sally Gap and back, just a nice outing to keep the riding machine active.

It was a nice steady climb, followed by an exhilarating descent, and I revelled in how good my legs were, and how at home I felt on the bike.

As I danced on the pedals up a steeper rise in the road, I reflected on how right everything was in my world. I was a young, fit, relatively wealthy pro cyclist -- 'I ride a bike for a living,' as Helen would sometimes say with an incredulous grin -- with fantastic friends, a wonderful girlfriend, and a sex life that most people could only dream of. It was something to savour and at least TRY to fully appreciate.

This was a beautiful ride, filled with good vibes. The only thing missing was Licia and her shapely bum and legs pedalling along in front of me. I came back flooded with arcadian endorphins, and immediately said to her, 'Get your glad rags on babe, I'm taking you out for dinner.'

'Oo, great, where are we going?'

'You're the local, you can choose.'

'Let's go to Muffy's, I haven't taken you there yet, have I?'

'No, don't think so.'

'It's a great place. Lesbian run, and the food's fantastic.'

She was right; it was a great place, and the food was delish, but with reservations... I had steak and Guinness "pie" but I felt I had to tell them that a bowl of pie filling - however good - with a disc of puff pastry slapped on top is NOT a pie.

Licia and I (from Yorkshire and Lancashire respectively) educated Muffy on what a pie is, and I said, 'I'll be back, but next time I expect a PROPER pie...' She seemed to take it well.

We embarked on another tour of the pubs of Temple Bar, which was maybe unwise with Stage 1 of the Vuelta only 3 days away, but I felt like letting my hair down a little, so I did. The first stage was only a short team time trial, anyway.

We went to bed a bit squiffy, and in the morning I woke up with a slight headache. I knew it wouldn't last though, they never do. I left Licia still zzzing and went down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Always my first thought when I wake up, unless a beautiful French girl is making me a bowl of coffee that is.

I drank three glasses of water while I was waiting for the kettle to boil -- must banish the dehydration -- and then returned to the bedroom with two mugs of Yorkshire Tea (of course she had Yorkshire Tea) and a couple of slices of toast... Crumbs in the bed. Oh no!

'Oo, brekkie in bed,' she giggled, peeping from under the duvet. 'You're girlfriend material, you are...'

'I pulled a wry face. 'It's not my animal magnetism that you love then? Just brekkie in bed. Huh.'

She took a sip. 'Mm, you're good at making a brew too...'

I got back into bed beside her. 'So, have you anything planned for me today?'

'Yes, I thought I'd introduce you to Lisa at the gym.'

'Oh, right, yeh.'

'I've told her you're coming. She seemed excited.'

'Really? I wonder what she's expecting...'

'Oh, she knows who you are. She's checked you out on YouTube.'

'Yeh, but I mean what is she expecting to happen?

'Well she knows we have an open kind of relationship, and she knows we have had threesomes, so I think she'll be expecting us to fuck her, don't you?' She looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

'Ha! Trust you Liss. I think you're probably right though. From what you tell me, she's grabbed her lezzy libido with both hands and is trying to wring every drip of juice from it.'

'I like the imagery... and yes, she is...' I was looking forward to meeting Lisa.

We had a lovely lazy morning, and didn't have sex, which was not easy -- she makes me so hot -- then after lunch we crossed the road to Curves, the women-only gym.

Licia had deliberately timed our visit for 2 o'clock, just half an hour before the lunch break, when they would close for an hour and a half. She's cunning, my girlfriend.

She signed me in as a guest and we went to find Lisa, and found her talking to a slightly overweight woman with huge breasts, who was towelling herself after her workout. She was the only other person in there. And the two of them made a mad contrast; the busty woman all flesh and exaggerated curves, and Lisa small and skinny, with her tiny bum like two polecats in a bag, as Licia had described it.

Licia was greeted with a 'Heeey,,' by Lisa, and the other woman departed to the showers.

'Catch you later, Lise.'

'Hi Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Chloe.' Licia introduced me, and I gave her a grin as I held my hand out.

She took my hand and pulled me towards her for a cheek kiss. 'Great to finally meet you Chloe. You're a lucky cow, snagging this one.' She gestured at Licia. 'God I was so fecked off when I found out she was taken.'

'I think I'm the lucky one,' said Licia. 'D'you know, she brought me brekkie in bed this morning.'

I could tell Lisa was eyeing us with a touch of envy. 'Must be nice, waking up together...'

'You need to find yourself a girlfriend, Lisa, then you can do it too,' said Licia.

'Oh aye, I'm on the lookout now - now that I'm out -- but would you believe that there's not a single gay woman among the whole membership of this feckin gym club, apart from Licia?'

'You need to cast your net a bit wider Lise. Get down to the Spinster party at Bad Bob's Rooftop in Temple Bar. It's a lesbian bash, every month. Get yourself dolled up and walk in there and you'll have 'em queuing up. I'll come with you first time if you want.'

'Wow, that'd be grand...' she beamed.

I thought Licia was right. Lisa was small and a little too skinny for my taste, really, but she was smiley and cute and I was sure lots of lesbian girls would think she was very desirable indeed.

'So, Licia tells me that you are really enjoying being out. Making the most of it.'

'Yes I am, and thank you for having such an open relationship. It might never have happened otherwise. I think it's fantastic what you two have. Licia tells me there's a group of "free girls" on the pro cycling tour, and that you have lots of sex. How awesome is that? God almighty, it turns me on so much just to think about it... Threesomes and everything... That's so feckin hot.'

It is, actually. Want to try it? We're willing if you are.'

She looked at me wide-eyed. 'Oh my God, really?' We nodded.

She looked at the clock. 'Lunchtime's in 15 minutes...'

'Wow, you're keen, eh?' Licia grinned. 'Yeh, OK, come over the road to my place, Number 7. It's more comfy than the store room,' she grinned. 'Might as well do it in luxury, eh?'

Lisa was like a rabbit in headlights. 'Oh my GOD...' she murmured.

We returned to Licia's house and started getting ready. It was very exciting, preparing for a premeditated troika like this, and we felt like sexual predators as we dolled ourselves up in lingerie, with stockings and suspenders. She certainly wouldn't be expecting what she'd get when she rang the doorbell, that's for sure.

She arrived just after 2:30, and we put on our short dressing gowns and went to the door. We daringly left our gowns loose and stood close together as we opened the door. Her jaw almost hit the doorstep, and her eyes were like saucers as we stepped aside and beckoned her in with curling fingers, like proper lesbian vamps.

She looked at us and breathed 'Fuck,' then she, somewhat unexpectedly, burst into semi-hysterical laughter... 'Oh, this is so COOL! I can barely believe it.'

We took her up to the bedroom and began undressing her; trainers, socks, trackster bottoms, Curves branded sweatshirt and polo shirt, practical navy blue knickers and bra, and finally the band holding her ponytail, leaving her as naked as nature intended. In fact, more so, because her pussy was shaved completely bald.

We sat her on the bed, stood in front of her and dropped our gowns. We were both in black lacy bras and pants, with matching stockings and suspenders and, even though I say it myself, we were bloody sexy.

She looked very alluring, sitting there naked, leaning back on her arms, with her surprisingly perky little breasts, and nipples pointing to the ceiling. Her wavy blonde hair, though obviously not natural, looked lovely, cascading over her shoulders with just a hint of curl.

My pussy was going zing zing as I looked at her. Skinny or not, she was still fucking hot, and I was really looking forward to this. I could tell she was too.

'When I got up this morning and started getting dressed for work, I'd never have dreamed that id end up here at lunchtime, in bed with two red-hot lesbians.'

'Come here and take our undies off,' said Licia, and Lisa got up and came close to us. She came to me first, probably because I was new and exciting. Our eyes locked and she reached around me to unhook my bra. I pushed my head forward and we shared a short kiss. Teeth bared and tongue-heavy. Very salacious. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled down my knickers -- worn over my suspenders of course.

'Mmm,' she murmured, giving my mons a quick kiss, then she stood up and moved to Licia. She repeated what she'd done with me, exactly, and Licia looked at me with a fruity smile.

God, this was so horny. There's something extra special about introducing a new lesbian to the myriad pleasures of sapphic sex, especially one as fervidly enthusiastic as Lisa.

She knelt at our feet, put her arms round both of us, and squeezed us to her with her head sandwiched between our pussies. 'Oh fuck, this turns me on so much. There should be a mental health warning on lesbian sex. It makes me crazy.'

'OK, what's your favourite thing so far about lesbian sex?' I asked her.

'So far? Oohhh, I love the face sitting. Love it when Licia queens me. Really love it... Oh and the tongue-fucking. That tongue of hers... my GOD.'

'Oh I know all about that,' I smirked. 'How d'you fancy both at once?'

'Ohh, jayzus feckin christ.. '

'Get on the feckin bed,' I said, mimicking her Irish cursing, and she did so with an excited little chuckle. I straddled her and walked up to her face on my knees as she tucked her arms between my legs.

'Oh, I love your pubes, Chloe. They're perfect. Love Licia's too. I'm gonna grow mine back. I've decided.'

I smirked. 'OK, less gabbling, more gobbling,' and I pointed at my pussy with both hands.

'Ooh...' She gazed, a little cross-eyed, then looked up at me and said, 'Spread your lips for me,' and I teased them apart, showing her my petals and my hard little bud.

'Ohh... She breathed, a little trembly, then she closed her eyes, lifted her head and kissed me, right on the lips, her nose pressing my clit like a start button.

'Ohh...' It was my turn to give a trembly little sigh. 'That's gorgeous, Lisa. Kiss me again.' She did so, with great relish, and I watched her, feeling my pussy's passion surge in response as her lips sucked gently on mine. A juicy surge of lust and desire.

'Ohh...' She gave a little start as Licia's tongue slipped into her, and my own pussy surged again as I imagined the feeling of that tongue, invading her most secret place, driving in deeply, until Licia's nose was squished between the bare flesh of her fubsy lips, then curling up, tantalisingly close to her spot.

I shuddered, caught between the feeling of Lisa's hungry mouth on my lips, and my wild, libidinous imagining of what Licia's tongue was doing to her. A simply divine combination.

She seemed to be enjoying my pussy, so I moved forward slightly and sank down fully on her face, pressing her down into the duvet with my syrupy wetness. She groaned - I'm sure with pleasure -- and I just settled down to enjoy the feeling of her mouth and tongue working feverishly. I held onto the headboard and squirmed slightly as I lost myself in the sublime pleasure of riding her eager face.

Soon, we were all making tell-tale sounds of sexual bliss; Lisa's muffled moans from between my legs, as she gorged on my juicy little jewel, Licia's lusty grunts as she tongue-fucked Lisa's pussy, determinedly, and my own involuntary little yelps as my orgasm began to overtake me irresistibly. Is there anything better than this?

Lisa thinks not. We shuffled roles, and she loved it all; 'This is so feckin hot. I never dreamed...'

When she sat on my face, I was thrilled by the oily, slippery wetness of her bare pussy, and her sapid, salty, muskiness. She had a very strong and piquant flavour, perhaps a result of her extreme arousal, and I found it literally gorgeous, especially with Licia's amazing tongue plundering my own well of love honey.

Lisa's orgasms were like outbursts of extreme joy: 'Oh, fuck, yes. Ah, Yes. Ah Ah, Yes. YES... YEESSS!' It was gratifying to bring that joy to her.

I think we would have gone on all afternoon, but she had to get back and reopen the gym. 'Can I come over again tomorrow?' she asked.

Licia and I looked at each other and smirked. 'OK,' we shrugged.

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La Vuelta a España Femenina

I escaped the torrid troika on Saturday morning, when Licia drove me to the airport, still wincing slightly each time she turned the steering wheel, and I flew to Santiago de Compostela in the far northwest of Spain.