Author's Note: This is chapter one in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will not exactly satisfy your search for instant gratification. That said, read on and hopefully, enjoy the story. Please don't forget to vote.
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Mavin began her career as an amateur bodybuilder when she turned seventeen. Despite her mother's resentment of her career choice, Mavin trudged on until she earned her a pro-card at twenty-one. She won several IFBB competitions and even served as a judge in other shows during her off-seasons. Her career was a very successful one, with merchandising and the whole kit-kaboom. She was highly famous among her peers but managed to keep her private life secure outside the business.
A time came when Mavin hit a snag in her career and began to suffer from unpredictable bouts of intense depression, for which she sought no help. Instead, she drowned herself in the work of her body and spent equal amounts of time indulging in various excesses. Alcohol and other drugs served as vices to rid herself of emotions. Even though, she wasn't addicted to anything (except women and work), Mavin in an uninhibited state of mind caused herself a lot of trouble.
She also had a high propensity for infidelity, plain and simple. It wasn't in her way of mind to be monogamous. After each night of off-season partying, there was always a faceless girl or two, willing to spend the night in her bed. Rumors of bathroom romps were numerous, some false but most of them, very true.
At twenty-eight, she met Cecelia DuPont. Mavin was one of the judges at a fitness modeling competition which Cecelia won. Mavin had gone backstage as soon as the show was over in an attempt to woo the twenty-two year-old. Cecelia played hard-to-get and Mavin just thrilled in the chase. After almost three months of teasing, flirting and numerous bouquets of flowers, Cecelia finally gave in to the tall woman's charm and agreed to a date. The date had led to hot, window-fogging sex in Mavin's Jeep.
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The relationship started amidst a rise in Mavin's success, so things were good. And the sex was great. So much so, that Mavin had asked the blonde bombshell to move in with her within three months. The fitness model had pretty much rescued her from her path of self-destruction, and allowed Mavin to refocus on her career after a year of poor competition placements due to minor injuries and bad relationships. Cecelia's quirky attitude held on to Mavin's love and her loins as the relationship soared into it's fourth month. But Cecelia was unaware of Mavin's terrible temper.
Although it worked well in her line of work, it never did her relationships any good. Mavin's hot-head kicked in at the most inconvenient times. She'd be perfectly sober, then eerily quiet and her partner would say or do something and Mavin would fly into a rage. She never hit any of her lovers, but earned a good slap or two on occasion. Her voice would get low and loud, her expression would be blank; her massive body in angry motion sent many of her lovers packing in tears.
Cecelia for the first few months hadn't witnessed that rage, but she'd heard about it from ex-acquaintances. A few times, some woman called their apartment, while Mavin was away competing. The anonymous caller with a friendly tone, casually told Cecelia to leave the tall woman if she valued her life. Cece couldn't believe her ears and hung up just as the words echoed through the receiver.
"Damn Ex." She sighed and went back to her cardio workout.
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A week later, after an intense bout of welcome-home-fucking that lasted well into the early morning hours; Cecelia woke up next to the sleeping woman and began to caress her naked body. She felt Mavin tense up and groan in her sleep. Cecelia, continuing her ministrations, whispered into her lover's ear,
"Shh, baby it's me. Cece." She didn't know why she'd said that but it just felt right.
Slowly, Mavin relaxed and slept on as Cecelia continued to massage her well-muscled body; drooling over the soft skin and textured fibers underneath. Since Mavin was fresh from competing, her body was hairless. Cecelia kissed hot trails up and down the rippled torso. Mavin's nipples were hardening of their own accord and Cecelia sucked them hungrily.
It had been a while since they'd had sex, not only because Mavin had been away competing, but also because Mavin swore off sex for at least two weeks before her shows. Pre -contest days were especially grueling because Mavin would be on edge, dehydrated from extra-restrictive diet and despite being in top physical shape for the stage, she was too mentally stressed for enjoyable sex.
The tall woman didn't move, save her steady breathing. Cece let her hands explore Mavin's taut body; her fingers trailing over Mavin's hairless mound as the blonde found herself between a pair of strong thighs. Mavin's pussy lips were swollen with arousal. Her large clit strained viciously against its hairless hood. Cece licked her lips as she watched Mavin's countenance for any sign of awareness. Mavin slept like a log.
The heated aroma wafted through Cecelia's nose, sending electric chills up her spine. She couldn't hold out any longer; she dove in. Mavin's juices were exquisite. A slightly musky flavor, but sweet nonetheless. Cece was in heaven. She dwelled on her meal with slow licks and long strokes. The skin of Mavin's lips was smooth, not a single hair in sight. Cece sucked and laved Mavin's entrance like a junkie wanting a fix.
She knew Mavin loved getting head and Cecelia loved giving it to her. But their previous fuck had been about Cece's pleasure. Now Cecelia had Mavin all to herself. She continued her lazy caress as Mavin's juices flowed endlessly. Suddenly, she was knocked out of her dreamy haze by a twitch in Mavin's enormous thigh. Expecting to get her head crushed, she thought to move away. A death-grip in her beach-blonde hair stopped her in her tracks.
It took a few seconds of pulling before she realized, in a panicked state, that the hand belonged to Mavin, who still appeared to be sleeping. Not wanting to struggle against the harsh grip, Cecelia followed the upward pull of Mavin's large hand and crawled up the tall woman's body. Upon reaching Mavin's eerily calm face, Cece heard her growl sleepily,
"Don't you fucking touch me..."
And just as suddenly as the attack had begun, it ended with Mavin letting her go and continuing her slumber. She hadn't even opened her eyes, or missed a beat in her breathing. Cecelia didn't know what to think. 'Had Mavin been dreaming? or had she been awake, pretending to sleep?' Thoughts raced through her mind as fast as her heart did in her chest. 'She was so relaxed, what did I do wrong?'
Her fear-wracked heart sent nauseous messages to her brain that made her feel dizzy. She ran to the bathroom and after washing her face with cold water, returned to lay beside Mavin. And as though nothing happened, Mavin draped a shielding arm around Cecelia's torso and slipped a thick thigh between her creamy ones.
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The next day, Cecelia brought up the incident and questioned the ebony goddess of her intentions. Mavin denied trying to kill Cecelia,- she'd never dream of such thing.
From there, things slowly worsened. Mavin and Cecelia drifted apart without being aware of it. After all, Mavin was still her loving self to Cecelia, but the short blonde harbored a growing fear of the dark woman. She had nightmares of waking up to Mavin's hands around her neck screaming, "Don't you fucking touch me!" over and over, until things faded to black. Of course, Cece wouldn't tell Mavin of her dreams when her screams woke both of them up. "I don't remember what I saw." She'd lie. Mavin would hold her and comfort her until she went back to sleep. That too didn't last. Cecelia became rigid and almost unresponsive during sex and Mavin couldn't understand why.
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Two months later, their relationship turned sour for sure. Cecelia's changing attitude pushed Mavin through a predisposed mental crack and as one would expect, her own personality changed as well. She began to spend more time away on competitions and show trips. Late nights during her off-season never ended and sometimes Mavin didn't come home for days.
