This is the fourth installment in my "Kimmy's Adventures" series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.
This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The initial location mentioned in the story is real. The colleges referenced in the story are made up.
All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
Kimmy's Adventures-The Lesbian Orgy
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Ohhhuhhhawwww!!!
A collective groan went up from the 5,000-plus spectators in the stands around the track at the legendary Franklin Field, there to witness the latest iteration of the prestigious Penn Relays. They were watching the second heat of the collegiate women's 4x100-meter race, an event that featured many of the fastest women in the world.
"Fuuuck!" I yelled as I looked on in stunned disbelief from my trackside vantage point.
Lashawna (La La) Dawson, the State College women's team captain and anchor for our 4x100-meter squad, was unable to snare the relay baton and it fell aimlessly to the track eliminating the team from the race. La La fell to her knees on the all-weather surface and began pounding it with her fist while her teammate Ximena (Mena) Rodriquez crouched into the fetal position and covered her face with her hands.
Anyone who follows track and field knows that the baton hand off in the sprint relays is one of the more difficult and nerve wracking tasks in sports. While dropping a baton doesn't automatically disqualify a team, the 4x100-meter is such a quick race that by the time a runner recovers the "stick" it's impossible to catch up. The transfer requires pinpoint precision as one runner blindly receives the foot-long cylindrical piece of metal from a teammate approaching at top speed. I've actually seen some handoff mishaps result in some serious injuries.
Luckily that wasn't the case in this situation. Unfortunately it meant that the State College quartet, whom were favored to win the event, would not even qualify for the finals. Not the end of the world seeing as the Penn Relays is an early April competition and there was still a lot of season left.
It took several seconds, but La La composed herself, got to her feet, walked over to Mena, consoled her and helped her stand up. It was about that time that lead off runner Princess Martin, and second leg runner Xolani (Lani) Walker reached their teammates at the turn in the track where the botched final hand off took place.
I then witnessed La La do something that showed why she was the team leader. She gathered the ladies together in a huddle where they commiserated for a brief moment before she stuck out her right hand between them with the palm down. The other women laid their hands on top of hers signifying their unity.
I couldn't help but take a moment and admire the four beautiful women of color, arms interlocked, clad in uniforms that showed more of their toned, athletic bodies than it covered. A moment later they separated from their embrace. Dejected but resolute, they pridefully headed off the track.
My opinion of La La grew even more that day because of her actions. She and I already had a special closeness as we had an intimate sexual experience together after practice a couple weeks prior. Since that day she'd taken me under her wing and become my mentor, and not just sexually.
"So what happened?" I asked giving La La a hug when I saw her a few minutes after the failed race.
"I don't know exactly," she said shrugging her shoulders upon ending our embrace. "It seemed to bounce off my palm before I could get my fingers around it and Mena had already let go of it. Shit happens. Won't happen again."
No histrionics. No finger pointing. No blame game. Mad respect.
But unfortunately it did happen again. Our next competition was a double-dual meet on our home track against two conference rivals less than a week later. The 4x100 relay was the last event of the meet. No one was worrying that a hand off mishap would occur again until Princess and Lani mis-timed their steps and collided with each other causing the two women and the baton to tumble to the track. Fortunately neither one suffered more than miner track-burns. Unfortunately the blunder caused our team to lose one of the dual meets.
The baton transfers in the next two competitions were hardly considered smooth, but went without incident. The pure speed of the four-women made up for any flaws in the hand off technique and they won the races.
But, now every time they ran the relay, everyone on the team held their collective breath's with each hand off. It had become a mental thing for the four women, similar to a baseball infielder who has the yips throwing the ball accurately to first base. They seemed to be waiting for the next thing to go wrong.
Then, it happened a third time. It was during the finals at the conference championships in late May. The baton slipped from Mena's hand as she raised her arm for the transfer. No one could believe it. They were the fastest collection of women sprinters in America but they couldn't prove it because they couldn't consistently complete a hand off.
They had one more opportunity to demonstrate they were the best in the nation at the NCAA outdoor track and field championships. It was the most important competition of the season. National team and individual bragging rights were on the line. State College and Tech were the favorites to win the overall competition.
It was the day before we were to leave for the meet. We were at practice making final preparations for the competition. As the distance team and I did our interval workout on the 400-meter oval, I could see La La and the girls working on various hand off drills.
Janine Shepard, the legendary State College Women's track coach, bellowed through her megaphone that she wanted La La and the girls to do a simulated race at three-quarters speed. The entire rest of the team stopped what they were doing, including me, to watch the mock race.
Something just didn't look right. Each of the first two hand off's appeared tentative at best. Then, when Mena handed off to La La they bungled the transfer and the metal 'ting' of the baton hitting the track could be heard by all.
I was about ten-yards from coach, doing a cool down lap between intervals, when I heard her yell, "Do it again!"
"Damn It Mena!" Princess screamed across the infield to the other corner of the track. "Can't you hold onto that fucking stick!"
The pressure was finally getting to them and the togetherness that they'd displayed all season was coming apart.
"Shut the hell up Princess! We don't do that on this team!" La La yelled back. "Besides, It's not like your hand off to Lani was real smooth."
Princess closed her mouth but you could tell she was steaming.
Then La La did something that would make her forever legendary in my eyes, and those of the entire team.
"Hey coach," La La yelled. "Can we talk?"
