The two women swimmers moved up and down the pool with long graceful strokes, side by side, carving through the water with not a hair's breadth between them. Breathing every fourth stroke they flicked over in tumble turns at the pool ends their front crawl seemingly unstoppable. Twenty five, Thirty, Thirty five lengths, they moved, black Lycra clad, with almost effortless ease. The Elliott twins, Natasha and Annette, pushed each other to the limit, never giving an inch to each other.
Their one piece costumes and black swim caps had a single silver lightning strike pattern along the lefthand side. At forty lengths they tumbled and flicked over onto their backs, moving into a fast backstroke without pause. Twenty lengths later the turned and affected a slow breast stroke to warm down. After twenty lengths they stopped at the pools end and moved to the steps to rise out of the pool, streams of water sliding down and off their bodies.
As they moved along the poolside the other swimmers emerging from the changing rooms looked in awe. At six foot two inches the pair were tall, their arms and legs muscled but shapely. The twins were thirty one, athletic and the Lycra costumes did nothing but accentuate their bodies. Cut high at the hip and low at the back the effect was startling. The costume flattened their breasts to aid streamlining, but their nipples, hardening in the colder air, were large and visible. The tight fitting Lycra pulled hard into their bodies showed the camel-toe of their sex and the curve of their buttocks.
Striding purposefully to the changing rooms they pulled their caps off revealing shoulder length red hair, their green eyes flashing a warning, "out of the way", as they walked. In the womens changing rooms they went to lockers and removing a rubber band from their ankles, used the attached key to open adjacent lockers.
"Good swim, thanks,"
"Yeah I enjoyed that, need to push harder though."
"Tash, we're never going to make the Olympic Squad again, not now."
"I know Netty, but it's kind of satisfying to reach the same qualifying standard, just to annoy the bastards."
"True, ok, same again but an extra twenty tomorrow."
"That's my girl."
They stripped out of their costumes, easily slipping the clinging wet mass away from their honed bodies. Full breasts, flat stomachs, shaven mounds were revealed and they padded naked, confident to the showers. Under the hot jets of water they carefully washed away the chlorinated water from their bodies. Then each helped the other wash their hair. Stepping out they wrung water from their hair, before pulling towels round it, then walking naked back to the bench below their lockers.
They dried and pulled on their clothes, neither bothering with a bra, wanting to feel unconstrained after the strictures of their costumes. T shirt, thong, track bottoms and tops, they brushed each others hair and placed their costumes and towels in bags bearing the name of the local swimming club. They left together, again side by side, walking across the car park to the identical VW Golf's they owned. Without any sign of farewell, they threw the bags into the back seats, climbed in and one after the other, left the car park for home.
Home was a three bedroom semi detached they had bought several years ago when they finally decided they should move out of their parents house. Independence, however, was relative, as they had purchased the house three doors away from their parents, which became vacant following their neighbours break up. They rolled onto the driveway and leapt out reaching back to gather their kit bags. Inside the kettle went on as they threw towels and costumes into the washing machine. Within minutes they were sitting at the breakfast counter, black coffee and toast ready to be consumed.
"Netty, you know that, well while you were at Uni, well did you?"
"Tash! No, I never did, I had work to do and training every morning and evening."
"Yeah, I know, me too, but, well, do you miss not ever having had a boyfriend, or a partner, like the whole love thing?"
"No, I can't say I did or do, I have you anyway, and Mum and Dad and.."
"I know we have each other, but don't you miss not having sex or all that stuff, you know?"
"Why would I miss that, God the thought of some guy sticking his cock in me is horrible, do you want that?"
"No, well I don't know, I mean I've never done it, so I can't say."
"Do you want to? do it I mean?"
"I.. I don't know, it's just lately, well, I mean I get these dreams and some guys stick their cocks in me and I scream, but they don't stop and... I think I like it."
"Tash, what in the worlds come over you? We've never talked about this before, I mean not like seriously, is it really worrying you that much?"
"Netty, we're thirty one, and virgins, never had a boy, never touched or seem a real live cock. Are we missing out?"
"Tash, are you ok, I mean, this seems to be really bothering you, what can I do to help?"
"I don't know, I..."
"You what my lovely?"
"I want to make love to someone, to see if I'm missing out, I need to know Netty, I want to be able to wake up in bed with someone, someone, who will be there for me, look after me and love me."
"I can do that, I can love and care for you, I'll look after you, I can help."
"Can you make love to me, take my virginity, physically love me, can you? Will you?"
"Wha.. well, I ... Idon't know, I don't usually think about sex or love or..."
"Exactly, we know nothing about love or relationships, or crazy sexy mad things. We've spent our lives so far, living this dream, this dream that will never be a reality."
"I know, but I can't let go, I want to make the grade, I want to be in the Olympic Squad."
"It's never going to happen now is it? we made the grade but lost out in the cut, what it must be thirteen years ago. That was our last chance and we never made it."
