This story is a stand-alone short story spin-off of "Riding With Dirty Girls." A snapshot from Marianne's perspective.
It's 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?
Note: Since the main characters are all Dutch speakers, the conversations would all be in Dutch, but it has been related in English for an English-speaking audience.
All characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18.
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I peered out of the window, looking for Molly's car. As usual, I was being collected on the way to the race. I had my bags ready to go and my house keys in my hand, but they were a few minutes later than expected.
Finally, the big Audi estate car, emblazoned with sponsors' stickers and with "Chloe Lyons" in big letters on the side came around the corner. I stepped outside, locked the door, and lugged my bags to the kerb.
Chloe, endless bundle of energy that she is, leaped out of the back seat to help me, and we loaded the bags into the car.
'Good morning,' said everyone, and we were off. On the road again.
This was the team. Molly Koppens, Fanny Blanke, and me, Marianne Markus, all in support of the British rising star of elite women's cyclocross, Chloe Lyons. We were Team Lyon.
Molly is Chloe's coach, while Fanny and I are general helpers, just on race days. We assist with bike changes in the pits, bike cleaning, and even do a bit of mechanical if needed. I'm pretty good with the tools.
We are a well-practiced team, good at what we do, and also all close friends. Molly and I have been friends since our days as professional riders, Fanny a little more recently, and Chloe, who is very likeable, has fitted in with us as easy as anything.
Of course, it's a professional relationship, and Chloe pays us for our services, but there's more to it than that. I'll explain later.
This particular day, we were heading to Namur, a couple of hours from my house in Ronse (both places in Belgium) for the last round of the Cyclocross World Cup. Chloe was close to the lead of the competition, but she still had to beat Lucy van Barle at this final round to claim the title.
I never really did 'cross when I was an active pro rider - time-trials and track pursuits were my thing - but I wish I had because I've come to love this sport. It has a different atmosphere than other branches of cycling, and the women's scene is especially vibrant.
Anyway, we got to Namur and checked into our hotel. Molly and Fanny are a couple, so they had a double room, and I had a single. Did feel left out? You could say that. In fact, I'd been feeling like that for a while at this point.
I'm quite a sexual person, and I was aware that there was a lot of sex going on all around me. There was a group of gay girls among the women's peloton, and they all seemed pretty free and easy with each other, so I was seeing a lot of girls pairing up, and going off for unimaginable sexual adventures. I didn't consider myself a lesbian, but the sheer hedonism of it made me so jealous, and so horny!
I'd been without a partner for a couple of years, and I had become used to getting my orgasms from my own hands, and in a variety of places. At home, of course, but also in hotel rooms, showers, toilets, even in the back seat of Molly's car once, and with all these lesbian girls around me, I found myself fantasising more and more about them. Chloe, especially.
Fanny had let it slip some months before that Chloe and Molly sometimes had sex, and that she was cool with it, and I found that shocking and incredibly arousing at the same time. Chloe is so libertine, so unbridled and wanton, and that made her so very alluring to me.
I had even considered making a move on her. After all, if she would casually fuck Molly, why not me? I may not be quite as fit as I once was, but I still have a good body, and great boobs, and Chloe is such a horny little vos, I was sure I could get her interested.
What actually happened was that, once I'd allowed myself to fantasise about Chloe I unwittingly opened the door to fantasising about other women too; Licia Francis, Carmen Odara, Sabina Cassini, Leona Breva, Anna Alphubel. All these became subjects for my masturbation, and some of them weren't even gay.
Inevitably, my libidinous gaze also fell on Molly and Fanny. I'd been friends with Molly for over 10 years, since we were on the same team, and I was always aware of her attractiveness, but I had never thought of her in a directly sexual way. But now, with my Sapphic genie escaping the bottle, I allowed myself to appreciate just how freakishly sexy she is.
Fanny came into my life as Molly's friend, when we first started supporting Chloe's career, about three years before, and it wasn't long before I became aware that they were more than just friends. Of course I knew Molly was gay, so I suspected it, but they kept it well hidden at first. I don't think even Chloe knew for quite a while.
Fanny is 45. 7 years older than Molly and me, but she's still a very attractive woman, quite curvy, without being overweight. She has a shortish mop of greying curls on her head, and the most intensely piercing blue eyes I have ever seen. Of course I could see her sex-appeal.
Fanny's background is not as a pro cyclist. She's always been a keen cyclist, and is still quite fit, but she met Molly through her job as a marketing manager for Merckx bikes, who were once one of Molly's sponsors. She loves being involved in the sport, and being part of Team Lyon, and has enthusiastically taken on the responsibility for keeping Chloe's bikes clean at dirty races. Chloe has thus given her the amusing nickname "Fanny Jetwash.'
After we'd checked into the hotel, we drove up to where the race would start the next day, and met up with Chloe and her team as they prepared for a recon of the course. Molly added toe spikes to Chloe's shoes, for the mud, and gave her some info on the course before she set off.
Chloe seemed a little hyper, and she was anxious that she had no experience of this course, so had a lot of learning to do. She couldn't wait to get going.
I was used to being surrounded by women, sorting out kit, and changing etc, but now I was acutely aware of just how fit and desirable they all were. Chloe, of course, but also Helen Clausters, Mari Springkells, even young Annike Vachs. Come on, Marianne, I told myself, stop it! I clearly needed some sex.
Molly, Fanny, and I walked up to where the pits would be, and watched the girls circulating. Chloe went round and round and round, I think 5 times before Molly 'advised' her to call it a day, and Fanny could finally bring her jet washer to bear on the bike.
The girls all headed back to their team hotel and we loaded up Chloe's bikes and returned to ours. As soon as I got into my room, I pulled down my pants for a quick play, just to relieve the tension. I was so horny!!
I lay half on the bed, with my pants round my ankles and knees splayed apart, and sank two fingers into my hot saucy tunnel. Ohh, it felt so good. I slowly slid them in and out, bending and flexing them inside me, deliciously building the stimulation, until I came with a shiver. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as the climax set my nerves alight. It was beautiful.
I felt like I was getting hornier, my libido growing, as I got older, but in truth, it was just since I'd started thinking about women and lesbian sex. I found the idea so erotic, it was inevitable I'd have to try it eventually. It was just a matter of when, and who it would be with.
I showered and changed, and the three of us went out to a local restaurant to eat. I dressed a little sexier, with a low cut, figure-hugging top and no bra. Just my way of saying to Molly and Fanny, 'Hey, here I am.'
It worked too. It wasn't long before Molly had to comment; 'Nice top, Marianne. Giving the girls an outing hm?'
