This story 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...
Unlike previous series' of mine, each part of this one can probably be read as a stand-alone story, once you have read the Prologue (Part 1).
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Riding With Dirty Girls.
1. Prologue
They say sports people shouldn't have sex before competition because it makes you less "hungry." It spoils your competitive edge - so they say. Well I say tushy to that.
OK, it's probably not a good idea to stay up all night long, setting orgasm records immediately before a race, but I've always found that a nice fuck relaxes me and makes me sleep better, and I'm sure that's beneficial the next day. The last thing you need is to be lying awake, nervous and full of sexual frustration, so I say a fuck or a wank the night before a race is a good thing.
The interesting thing is, I've found that training and being super-fit hugely enhances my libido. When I'm training well, my libido is a rapacious monster, and it MUST be satisfied. I actually use it to monitor my training; if my libido takes a dip, I assume I'm overtraining and I cut back slightly until freshness (and horniness) return. I could never abstain from sex. I like it too much.
So, who am I? What's my story?
I'm Chloe Lyons (known as The Lyoness to the other girls on the tour). I'm English, but living in Scotland, where people are relatively sane. I'm 22 years old, 168cm tall (about 5'6") and 58kg (about 128lbs, or just over 9 stone) in weight. I'm a proud lesbian, and a rider in the Women's Elite Cyclocross World Cup.
Lesbian? Yes. I've always played with girls. The only thing that changed as I grew up was that I started having sex with them. I always found girls more interesting than boys. Undeniably prettier and more appealing. Once I became aware of the sexual aspects -- the sexual possibilities -- well, there was no way I was going to resist it.
I came out to my parents on my 18th birthday and it's probably true to say they were stunned. It took a while for them to understand and accept it, but they never judged me negatively, and now everything is fine.
Cyclocross? Yes, it's a sport I got into as a kid; I always loved riding my bike in the mud and getting dirty, and once I started doing it competitively, I quickly found I was good at it. In fact, exceptionally talented. I rose through club, county, and national levels and at 18 became European Junior Champion. From there, it was straight onto the Women's Elite world tour, and a professional contract. Imagine my delight when I discovered that a good proportion of the women on the tour were gay, like me.
The first couple of years, I was feeling my way in (literally), but now I'm fully established among the top performers on the circuit. My cycling level is pretty good too... In fact, my libido, and my sexual energy have developed at the same pace as my cycling prowess, which is serendipitous really.
For those who aren't familiar with it, cyclocross (or just 'cross among cyclists) is the sport of racing bikes over off-road terrain, usually on a multi lap course in parkland. It's like cross-country running but on wheels.
I know what you're thinking, and yes, there are some parallels with mountain bike racing, but cyclocross is a much older sport than MTB, and existed decades before mountain bikes were even invented. In fact, mountain bikes are not allowed in the sport, and 'cross bikes look like normal road racing bikes - with narrow wheels and drop handlebars -- although they are actually quite different.
It's not really a world-wide sport, it's quite Euro-centric. In fact, the epicentre is undoubtedly Belgium and The Netherlands. It does exist in the USA - and there is even a Pan American championship -- but the "World Cup" I compete in doesn't stray outside Europe, or didn't in the 2023-2024 season, anyway.
The races are over 6 or 7 laps, and the winning time will usually be between 45 minutes and an hour, so they are bloody intense. You can't compete in this sport unless you are prepared to go deep into the red and spend an hour bouncing off your absolute limit. It's proper racing -- like a life-or-death struggle when you're actually on the bike. It's nothing like riding along in a peloton in the Tour de France.
We're a happy band of girls though; mostly good friends, flitting around the continent, racing our bikes hard, and enjoying ourselves to the max in between, and this story is about what we did last winter.
85 riders were registered for the 2023-2024 World Cup, and at least three-quarters of them were straight. They mostly had their men either following the tour or, waiting for them at home.
There were a few gay girls though, thank goodness. Some of them were in serious relationships, and they too either had their partners waiting at home or had a girlfriend who was also on the tour. There were three lesbian couples where both partners were competing in the World Cup.
And then there were the "free girls," of which I was one. In fact, still am one. We are a group of 9 -- occasionally 10 - and I suppose we practice what would historically have been called "free love," except there are no men involved. We enjoy having sex with each other, and we indulge ourselves freely, at every possible opportunity. It's fun.
I also have a lesbian coach. She's ex double world champion and triple European champion (as well as winner of many classics) Molly Koppen, who offered to coach me after she saw me win the European junior title. She's been my coach ever since.
We have a slightly unusual athlete-coach relationship. Firstly because we live a long way apart -- me in southern Scotland and her in Belgium, and secondly because I don't completely submit to her authority like many coaches expect their athletes to. Don't get me wrong, I always take her training advice, and I always meticulously follow any training plans she makes for me, but I choose my own racing programme, and don't always let her tell me what I should and shouldn't eat. If I want fish and chips, I have fish and chips.
It works well, even if it's a little remote, and we do get together at all the races, when she turns up with her two friends Marianne and Fanny, and they become my support crew -- Team Lyon. She also sorts out all the storage, maintenance and transport of my six race bikes -- I only keep two training bikes in the UK, plus a mountain bike for an occasional foray into my local hills.
The third unusual aspect, and the MOST unusual, is that we recently started having sex. We hadn't previously pried into each other's private lives, but she'd seen things at the races that made it obvious there were multiple sexual liaisons going on and, one day, she asked me about it directly. I had nothing to hide, so I told her about the free girls and the free love. After that, I guess it was inevitable that we'd end up fucking each other at some point. She's still bloody hot and, in the end, I just couldn't resist her.
Obviously, if this were a 38-year-old male coach fucking a 22-year-old female athlete it would, probably rightly, be seen as a form of abuse, but this is nothing like that. It was I who made the first move on her -- though she definitely welcomed it -- and whenever we have sex, it's always me who initiates it. She always, ALWAYS, asks me, 'Are you sure?' and of course I'm always sure. I have noticed that she never turns me down though.
