Riding With Dirty Girls Pt 05

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...

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Riding With Dirty Girls.

5. Dublin

'I hear something went on with you and Lucy after the race last weekend.'

Maisie -- hot on the gossip as usual.

'Where did you hear that?' I said, defensively.

'Is it true?'

'Depends what you're asking. Yes, we shared a podium. We were first and second.'

I could almost see her eyes rolling. 'Come on... you were seen in the shower together.'

'Yes, she was helping me with my injuries. She used to be a nurse, you know.'

Maisie sighed. 'Chloe... I know you're dodging. Helen said you dashed off to see her after dinner.'

'You've spoken to Helen?'

'Yeah, we used to be teammates, remember? Come on, Chloe. Why so secretive? Something did happen, didn't it?' There's no hiding place in this community. Spill it girl.'

Dammit. She had me in a corner. I felt I owed it to Lucy not to splash this around, but we'd apparently been seen, thanks to those bloody French display cabinets, AKA shower cubicles.

'OK, but you have to keep quiet about this. Lucy is in a delicate place and it wouldn't be fair...'

She became serious. 'Alright, I'll keep it quiet. What happened?

'Well, she did come into my shower. She had a tub of some healing stuff and she came to help me with my scrapes...'

'She could have just handed you the tub.'

'Yes, I know... and yes, there was more to it.

'So?'

'Well nothing really happened but we were both naked, and there was definitely a... a something between us.'

'And?'

'Nothing. She legged it. Cold feet.'

'What about after dinner?'

'I just went to talk to her. She wanted to explain. She's in a funny place. In between relationships and not sure which way she's gonna go.'

'So, in the shower, she came in, naked, to rub this cream on you, because... she was hot for you?'

''I guess so. At that moment, anyway.'

'Woow... Chloe... I know you're hot, but turning Lucy?'

'I know. I'm as surprised as you. I never had the slightest idea.'

'What are you going to do?'

'Me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It might just be a one-off.'

'If she hadn't run though... would you have...?'

'Of course I would. Come on, Maisie, you know Lucy. She's gorgeous... She has very suckable nipples.'

There was a burst of laughter from Maisie. 'Oh, Chloe. Trust you.'

'Well, they were hard to ignore. They almost poked my eye out.'

More laughter... 'I bet yours weren't much different.'

'Maybe...'

'I'm just imagining it. You and Lucy in that cubicle. Both with super-horny nipples. Mm mmm. Mine are like that now.'

'So are mine. It's not the first time I've got horny thinking about it.'

'Send me a nipple pic.'

Maisie loves this. Sharing risqué photos on the phone, and she's got me into it. It can be very horny. It's different, and in some ways better, than webcam sex I think.

'You first,' I said.

Almost instantly, a pic pinged in and I opened it. Oh yes, she was aroused alright. I took my top off and sent her one back. A close up of a nipple in profile, with my finger just touching the tip of it.

'Jeez. Gorgeous nipples, Chloe. I'd looove to be sucking on those right now.'

'Hold that thought until you see me again. I'm sure we can arrange something.'

We continued in this vein, swapping pictures of our tits, pussies, bums... We even had a competition to see who could get the closest in-focus shot of a clit, which I won easily. I think my phone has a better camera.

We were making each other very hot and, of course, while this was going on, we were wanking deliciously in between snapping lewd shots of our most intimate places. It was very horny.

I told her that someone once said you should never have your pussy and your face in the same pic, and her response was 'Ha! What about your pussy and someone else's face?'

'Oh, I think that's OK. Your face goes very well with my pussy...'

'Oh.. fuck...' There was a silence, with just a couple of little noises... then 'I just came. Chloe, your so fucking naughty. I love it!'

'Show me your cum.'

A picture pinged in. I was fingering myself madly as I opened it. God, her pussy was so wet and shiny with juice, and there was that little well of grey-white cream right at the bottom. FUCK. I came in sympathy, pumping my fingers in and out of my hole until my well overflowed, and I let my dripping honey form a little puddle on the floor.

I dipped my glistening wet fingers in the puddle, and took a pic, then sent it to her. 'Oooghh... so fucking hot... I'm gonna come again... oh oh ohhh '

Who says women are not visual?

These little phone sex sessions with Maisie were becoming a regular thing. We were telephone girlfriends. Sometimes, I'd get off again the following morning when I looked through the pics again before deleting them. It's great to be so horny.

Now that Lucy and I had each other's numbers, it crossed my mind whether, at some point, it might be a gentle way for her to explore her latent lesbian desires. It was something I pondered on. I was unsure how I might suggest it, but I thought maybe the opportunity would present itself naturally at some point.

My libido had been at an all-time high since returning home from Belgium. I'd spent two nights with Molly and Fanny, and the three of us had made love twice more. Well, the second night Molly and I had, while Fanny just watched. She loved to lie close, just gazing as I ate Molly's hairy pussy. It was the only involvement she wanted that night. 'I love to see my love getting pleasure' she said. I wasn't complaining. I quite liked being watched.

On returning home, I continued the trend. Getting myself off every day - sometimes twice -- and my training was going extremely well. It seemed like my body was on top form -- in every way.

It wasn't only the horniness and the feeling of fitness. Even my hair and nails seemed to be growing faster, and the scrapes I'd sustained in my fall at Troyes were healing extraordinarily rapidly.

The Friday after I returned from Molly's, I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure, and even the girl at the salon, Jeannie, complimented me on how healthy my nails were.

I don't have my nails long -- it's a bit impractical, doing what I do -- but I like to keep them nice. They are what's referred to as "natural" in length, and I always have them done in a single colour -- none of those fancy two-tones or artsy designs. This time, I chose a rich cerise, and I was very pleased with the look.

A lot of women in sport don't bother with anything like this, but I don't see why being an athlete should exclude you from a bit of glamour. I like having nice nails, and wearing makeup occasionally. Both of them make me feel sexy. There was a girl in my previous cycling club who used to turn up to group rides wearing red lipstick. I always admired that. She OWNED it.

On the Sunday evening, I got an unexpected phone call. I'd returned from a very rainy ride, looking like a drowned rat, and jumped straight in the shower. My sodden kit was in a pile on the bathroom floor, with my phone still in my jersey pocket, sealed in its plastic bag, and I was just enjoying the sheer luxury of warm water on cold skin when I heard it ringing. Well it would have to wait until I'd finished.

I emerged, glowing, and wrapped a towel around me, then rooted the phone out and looked at the caller ID. It was from Licia Francis, British 'cross champion and a free girl I had not yet had the pleasure of. Hm, unusual, and unexpected because we were not that close. In fact we hardly knew each other. I called her back.

'Hi, Licia, sorry... I was in the shower. Just got back from a shitty ride in the rain.'

'Hiya Chloe, same here. My fingers haven't thawed out yet. How's it going?

'Pretty good! How are you?'

'Yeh, I'll be fine when I warm up a bit. Listen, you know the race is in Dublin next weekend?'

'Yep, looking forward to it. It's a good course, that.'

Yeh, well I was wondering if you wanted to spend a day or two at my place? I know we'll be in team hotels Friday, Sat'day, but after that...'

I was confused. 'At your place?'

'Yeh, in Dublin... Oh, did you not know? I moved here last summer. Been planning it ever since the Brexit vote.'

'No, I didn't know. Wow. Do you like it?'

'Oh aye, it's great. I'm lovin it.'

'Do you have Irish roots?'

'No, none at all. I'm Yorkshire through and through. I wanted to keep my European connection though. It was a choice between here, Holland, or Belgium'.

She'd kind of done what I did, except I didn't move out of the UK. Maybe I should have.

'So how about it? Do you wanna spend some time with me in Ireland? I can show you around town, take you for a ride in the Wicklows...'

I had the impression that wasn't the only ride she had in mind, and I was very much up for that. 'Sounds great, Licia. I'll have no bike though. I'll only have my race bikes, and Molly will take them back to Flanders with her anyway.'

'That dunt matter. You can use one of mine. I have four road bikes here at the house. You're not much taller than me, we'll just put the seat up a bit. C'mon, we'll have some fun.'

'Yeh, yeh, I'd love to.'

'Ace. I'll give you my address and stuff when I see you at the race.'

'OK, brill. See you Saturday.'

Well, that was an unexpected little fillip. I was looking forward to that now. I rubbed my hands with glee and decided to allow myself a beer to celebrate.

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Round 4: Dublin.

Dublin was a little awkward. Not for me -- I could fly there direct from Edinburgh -- but for Molly and the crew, getting there from Flanders, with my bikes and stuff, involved 2 days of travel and 2 ferries. Molly didn't see it as a problem though. She's just one of those people. Nothing fazes her.

I flew to Dublin on Friday afternoon and took a taxi to the team hotel. It seemed like Sharon had decided Helen was to be my regular roomie now, because we were paired again. That's fine with me, I have no problem with Helen, but I wondered how it was going with Mari and Annike.

In Troyes, Helen had only returned to our room after midnight. She'd been with Mari and Annike for hours and, although I didn't ask, there had obviously been some fun and games going on.

That's OK -- it's what we free girls do -- but at the time I was a little miffed that my tantalising tanglement with Lucy had left me high and dry and on my lonesome that night. An opportunity missed.

I definitely like to maximise my opportunities during the winter season, because the rest of the year can be quite sparse when it comes to sex.

I do enjoy my solo sessions, and I now had phone sex with Masie as an extra, but it's hard to replace real sex; real lips to kiss, real nipples to suck, the feeling of skin on skin, and the wonderfully subtle difference in the taste of another woman... I'm always a bit sad, maybe even a little panicky, as the end of the season draws near, because I know it's soon going to end.

Over dinner, as usual, there was much talk about the weather and the course, both of which were much better than at Troyes. I know I felt the mud-fest at the last race worked in my favour, but I didn't feel like Dublin would put me at a particular disadvantage. It had been dry the previous year too, but I'd finished on the podium, in third place, behind Femke and Carmen, and I knew I was at a higher level now.

The Dublin course was very different to Troyes, or even many of the Belgian courses. It was wide and sweeping, with only a small number of tight double-backs. There were some steep little climbs, and two awkward bankings, which the barriers forced you to ascend, then later descend, diagonally -- really tricky when muddy. There was one section of sand, and two plank barriers to jump over, and that was it. No really long climbs, and no flights of steps -- thank goodness. Where Troyes had forced a lot of carrying, this course was 95% riding, and quite fast. I expected it to be a lung-burster.

After dinner, I had a chat with Sharon about some arrangements. I was slightly unusual because I had my own sponsors, separate from the team, and was fairly self-sufficient, with Team Lyon, so I didn't need much of the team's support. I was just happy to ride in Febi-SRAM colours, and take the handsome salary they paid me. Sharon was just making sure I had everything I needed.

Having set her mind at rest, I joined Helen, Annike and Mari in the lounge. Although not a drop of alcohol had passed their lips, they seemed quite giddy, but they went momentarily quiet when I sat down. It was obvious that they had been talking about me.

'Oohh ouch,' I said sarcastically, 'are my ears burning?'

They giggled, guiltily. 'Okay, yes, we were talking about you...' said Helen, rolling her eyes. 'It's your own fault.'

'How so?' I feigned innocence.

'All that stuff with Lucy... Anna and Sabina saw you showering together. Honestly, Chloe. A dozen free gay girls to choose from and you have to chase a straight girl.'

'It's not like that,' I protested, 'I didn't chase her, and we weren't showering together. She was helping me with my injuries. She was a nurse, you know.'

'Ja, ja,' said Helen dismissively. 'We know there's more to it than that.'

'No, there isn't,' I insisted. 'That's all it was.'

I remained tight-lipped, for Lucy's sake, but it seemed like the rumour mill was already beyond my control. It was weird that, among a group of free and easy lesbians, with all the polyamorous liaisons going on all over the place, the possibility of me seducing a straight girl, or a straight girl turning to the light side, was such a juicy titbit.

They all looked at me knowingly, with smirks on their faces.

'Honestly,' I repeated, 'I'm not chasing Lucy. I've more than enough to be going on with at the moment.'

'Have you?' Said Mari. 'Tonight?'

'No, not tonight, but I'm spending a couple of days with Licia after the race. That should be fun. She lives in Dublin, you know.'

'They raised their eyebrows. 'Did she invite you?' asked Helen.

'Yeh, she rang me up last Sunday.'

'Wow, that's quite forward of her. She must really like you.'

'Mm, I guess so.' Weirdly, I hadn't really thought of it like that.

'Your popularity is never-ending, Chloe,' said Mari. 'Lucy wants you,' -- I gave her a scowl -- 'Licia wants you, we all want you... Must be overwhelming.'

'Oh, I cope,' I grinned. I couldn't really tell if Mari was being serious, or tongue-in-cheek, or if there was a hint of cattiness there.

'Yes, we were discussing you,' said Helen. 'We were planning a possible room swap; me with Annike and Mari with you,' She turned to Mari. 'Maybe Chloe hasn't got room for you in her busy, busy, schedule, Mari.'

I ignored the sarcasm. 'Oh, I've always got room for Mari,' I said, giving her a fruity smile.

I liked the proposal, and I felt a little thrum of excitement building within me. I had been with Mari once before and I liked it. She's very tall and slender, very blonde, right down to her eyebrows and lashes, and very, very wet. I recalled that very clearly about her. I remembered being shocked and thrilled by it. There were no "peegasms" or "squirting" here though. It was pure vaginal wetness, but so much of it. My God. I couldn't wait

'I like the suggestion, Helen,' I said. 'Let's do it.'

Mari smiled at me and Helen and Annike smiled at each other. Everyone was happy, everyone was horny, everyone was ready. We downed the last of our drinks, got up and headed upstairs, rather giggly.

Annike was at the front, dragging Helen by the hand, and I brought up the rear, so I could take in Mari's slender form as she climbed the stairs. Her slim hips and thighs and her very neat little bum were a complete contrast to Helen's much more curvaceous contours, but there was something very alluring about her slinky walk and the way it made her blonde plait swing from side to side.

At 182cm (almost 6ft) she's one of the tallest women in pro cycling, yet she weighs only 63kg (139lbs) so she is extremely willowy. I love that about her though. I love the way she has to bend her head to kiss me, love the hollow of her flat stomach between her hip bones, love the dimples in her bum cheeks, her long, thin fingers, her prominent collar bones... I even love her extraordinarily subtle breasts -- merely slight swellings on her chest.

When I look at her slim thighs, such a contrast to Helen's, I wonder how she produces the power she does, but she is faster than Helen, and can even out-climb her, which just goes to show that, in endurance sports, the most important thing is your aerobic engine, and that has little to do with your external physical form.

When we got into the room, we started to undress. She was quickly down to just knickers, but before I'd even got my bottoms off she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to her. 'You might be miss popular, Chloe Lyons, but tonight you are MINE.' She pulled me hard against her with one arm, and, with the other, she took my hand and said, 'You want to feel my wet spot? I'm so turned on, Chloe.' She guided my hand to her crotch, where I felt her already wet gusset. 'Mmm, feel it... You like it, don't you?'

I remembered this about her. Far from being embarrassed by her wetness, she revelled in it, and so did I; 'Mm, I love it, Mari.' I gazed up into her eyes, and I brought my hand up and licked it, salaciously. 'Ooh, gorgeous.' It was too.

She quickly dropped her knickers and picked them up, then she poked them into my mouth. She did this last time we were together, so I was kind of expecting it. I had no objection to having her knickers in my mouth, but the only sexual thing about it is as a symbol of domination, and I was OK with that too.

Surprisingly, given how wet her gusset was, they felt predominantly dry, so I pulled them out and spread them over my face so I could tongue the wet part... Confession: I've actually done this more than once with my own knickers when having a wank. It's deliciously lewd.

I curled my tongue around the wet gusset, then sucked it between my lips, extracting her juice from the material, and she watched me with dilated pupils, her hand now busy between her legs.

I still had my own knickers on, since she'd interrupted me mid strip, and they were also pretty damp by this point, so I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed her down.. She knew what I was suggesting, and she dropped to her knees then sat back on her heels. I was hardly tall enough, even with her in this position, but she leaned back and I moved up over her.

I was still sucking on her knickers as I brought mine close to her face, then slipped my thumbs into the waistband and stretched them out so they covered her features. They were super-stretchy and I was able to pull the waistband up to her forehead, so that the little reinforcing pad of the crotch was right over her mouth, then I watched as the bulge of her tongue travelled all over the wet material from underneath.

This was making me so fucking hot, I wanted that tongue on my clit RIGHT NOW, and I released the waistband, then yanked the gusset to one side and thrust my pussy against her. A bit of knicker fetishism is OK, but you can't beat direct tongue-to-pussy contact.

She licked me briefly, but then pulled my knickers down so she could really get at me, and buried her face in my sex. I held her blonde head in my hands, and enjoyed her hungry oral attentions, and it was sublime. Mari is a sorceress when it comes to oral sex.

There are so many different techniques for eating pussy, and every woman is different. Mari is as much about lips as she is about tongue. She does a lot of kissing and sucking, smooching with my labia and running her mouth smoothly over my clit. It's subtle and she know exactly when to apply suction, and when to just let her lips glide... Magical.