Chloe's Getting Dirty Again

This story continues the timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," and Chloe's other five cycling series'. You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for some background context, you should read (at least) "Riding With Dirty Girls" before this.

This 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, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Chloe's Getting Dirty Again Pt.02

'I sometimes think Lucy is your "other girlfriend," said Licia. 'I know we both have other girlfriends, but I also know she's special to you.'

I wanted to deny it, to reassure her that she was my number one - the person I was actually in love with -- and that's true, but she did have a point. Lucy was special somehow.

In some ways, I was closer to Molly, or even Helen, than Lucy, but there was something captivating about her. There was no escaping it.

'Well she is special to me,' I said, cautiously, 'but it's you I've chosen, Liss. You're the one I want to live with, to be with always. It's you I'm lying here in bed with. Not Lucy.'

'But I can't match Lucy in so many ways... She's ridiculously beautiful... '

'YOU'RE beautiful,' I interjected but she ignored me.

'...She's tall, slender... she's even fitter than me. Or more talented, anyway. She's at your level, and that makes me jealous. Those battles you have... they're a bonding experience that I can't match.'

'But that's just racing, we're not having a relationship out there on the course...' I chuckled

'It's NOT just racing, and you ARE having a relationship, kinda... You know I'm right. When I've watched you tussling with each other on TV, it's obvious there's some magic going on between you. Magic I can't share.' She looked glum.

I felt I was under pressure. I wanted to refute what she was saying, to provide succour and reassurance, but there was a lot of truth in it, and I was at a loss, floundering around in my head for something meaningful to say.

I hesitated, and rejected a couple of crass things that popped into my head, and the hesitation turned into what could have become a sullen silence.

Finally, I spoke. 'Babe, those things are true, and I can't change any of them, but none of them are bigger than you and me. None of those things about Lucy, even added together, can overshadow you.

'Lucy's a great friend, a formidable rival, and she's even been a playmate, and I admit, at times I've been bedazzled by her, but you're something more than all that. You're my belle, my amoureuse, my numéro un - These things always sound better in French, y'know.'

A flicker of a smile crossed her lips. 'Is that true? Am I really number one, Chloe?' She looked at me coquettishly.

'Yeh, I've thought about all your pros... and your cons...'

'Cons?'

'Yes, cons, and I've decided that, taken overall, on balance, yer alright.' tried to look a bit bored and indifferent, but I couldn't keep the smirk off my face.

'Ooohhhh!' she growled, and she rolled on top of me and pinned my arms down. She's way stronger than me, so I didn't even struggle, I just lay there passively, giggling.

'Chloe Lyons, I don't know which is worse, loving you, or hating your guts.'

She gazed down at me while holding my arms above my head, we were both naked, and her tits were hovering temptingly close. She saw me looking at them, and she slowly lowered one to my mouth, and I welcomed it hungrily.

'How's that?' she asked, with a hint of sass. 'Is it "alright?"...on balance, I mean.'

I freed her rapidly-hardening nipple just long enough to murmur a muffled, 'Gorgeous,' and then, 'Still tastes of salty pussy.'

We'd been "home" in Dublin for four days, having flown direct from Brussels and, as expected, it had turned into a total sex fest. Whenever we live together for a while we can never resist fucking each other senseless. God, she's so hot and horny.

I don't know what brought on the moody brooding about Lucy, but now it had been dispelled, and normal service had been restored.

Her tit tasted of salty pussy because the previous night we'd had a lot of fun playing around with titty fucking. We're both lucky enough to have hard, prominent nipples AND very sensitive clits, and those two things together are a match made in heaven.

We spent a long time taking turns, wiggling clits against nipples and nipples against clits, during which time we got incredibly wet and messy.

My favourite feeling was when she straddled me and rubbed her wet pussy back and forth on my tits, slippery clit to slippery nips, until she came and her juice trickled down the curve of my boob. And of course, I returned the favour. So horny.

Now, I was enjoying the residue of those naughty games, sucking on her nipple like a baby as she pressed herself down on me.

She moved to one side, trailing her other boob over my face, saying 'Don't forget this one.' Sometimes, I wish I had two mouths.

Licia's tits are rather larger than mine, and amazingly firm, they stay proud on her chest, even when she lies down, and having them pressed into my face like this was just heavenly, especially with the faint taste of my pussy on her skin.

She released my arms (I definitely wasn't going anywhere, that's for sure) and said 'Finger me,' and I slipped my hand between her legs and spread her fleshy lips apart with two fingers

She was already beautifully hot and syrupy down there, and my fingers came together and slipped into her so, so smoothly. I pushed them in, all the way to the last knuckle and writhed them together, making her give a little 'Uh,' then I started a slow finger fuck, paying special attention to her spot.

This was making me so fucking horny, I just had to finger myself with the other hand at the same time.

Soon, the air was full of sucky, squelchy sounds, and the sweet smell of hot pussies, responding, yet again, to our lustful attentions.

Licia is amazingly orgasmic, she comes so quickly and easily, it's a real trip for my ego, and this morning was no exception. I kept up my nipple-lingus, swapping back and forth to make sure both got equal attention, and I gradually accelerated my fingers -- in my pussy as well as hers -- and soon had her moaning and gasping as her orgasm welled up like lava.

'Oh...oh... Chloe... babe, that's heaven... oh...oh...oh.... f..f...f uuuckkkkk.'

I'll never get tired of the feeling of her coming on my fingers (the only thing better is when she does it in my mouth) and this was good one. A wet dribbly, runny one. I honestly don't know where she gets it all from.

I slowed and stopped my fingering and sucking as she crossed her peak, and she sat back on my stomach and bent to kiss me, trapping my wanking arm under her thigh.

I hadn't come yet though, and I was yearning for it, so I moved my arm, with difficulty, and resumed the fingering of my pussy. Licia shuffled back so that she could help me along by playing with my nipples, sucking on one while softly brushing her fingers over the other.

That did the trick. My climax arrived in a delicious rush, making my toes curl and goose-bumps break out on my skin. My scalp prickled, and my vaginal muscles pulsed until my bumhole ached. Oh, the wonders of orgasms.

Licia flopped over next to me, and I gave a shiver, so she grabbed the duvet and pulled it back over us.

We lay, enjoying the fuzzy aftermath and she said 'Do you think you can get addicted to sex?'

'I already am,' I chuckled.

'Do you think it's harmful?'

'It's never done me any harm,' I grinned.

'No, I'm serious.' She looked at me, earnestly.

'You've really got your thinking head on today, haven't you, babe?' I chided.

'Hm, sometimes I wonder.'

'I think, if it WAS harmful, I'd probably be like a smoker -- "I know it's going to kill me but I don't care." I wouldn't give it up, that's for sure.'

'Good,' she grinned, 'because I LOVE IT... I'm starving, let's have some breakfast.'

We sat at the dining table in our dressing gowns, and talked about the upcoming European Cyclocross Championships, which were being held in Belgium. The race was on Molly's list, but with a question mark added.

We'd been talking about it for a while and Molly had laughed when I said I didn't think I should do it because I was already World Champion.

The thing that amused her was when I said, 'If I won, it would mean no-one would wear the Euro jersey, because I'd obviously still wear my rainbows, and that would be a shame.'

'So you'd deliberately miss it and open the door to someone else, just to give the Euro colours an outing?'

'Well, I'd feel a bit greedy if I held both titles.'

'So a bit like letting Licia have the British...'

'I didn't "let Licia have the British," I just wasn't there and she won it.'

I could tell Molly and I weren't seeing eye-to-eye on it, so I didn't decide there and then. I left it hanging.

Now, I was telling Licia about the conversation, and she was ambivalent about it. 'I see where you're coming from, but there's no guarantee that you'd win anyway. There'd be Lucy, and presumably Tif to contend with, and Femke, if she's over her mysterious illness, maybe even Carmen if that pesky groin strain has cleared up.'

'Yeh, true. It would be pretty big-headed of me to think it was a foregone conclusion. Cyclocoss races never are.'

'I didn't feel like you'd given me the British title by not turning up, by the way. There were some good young lasses there, and the way it turned out, I only just beat Nikki Cray, didn't I?'

I smiled, thinking about how the British Championship race had gone, with all Licia's misfortunes, and her only winning by a second, it showed that anything can happen in a cyclocross race.

I still wasn't inclined to do the Euros though, and if I didn't, I'd have another week before the next race on the list, which was the Superprestige at Merksplas.

'i don't want to unfairly influence you, babe,' said Licia, 'but I'm going to... I'm not doing the Euros, so if you don't go, we could have a few more days together, and that would be fun...Wouldn't it?' She grinned her mischievous grin.

'A few more days of shattering sex? I might end up in hospital...'

'Yeh, but you don't care. You said so.'

I looked at her over my tea mug. 'Well, I'll have to think carefully about this...' I said, sardonically. I looked at the ceiling as if pondering. 'The European champs, which I don't really want to win anyway, or a few more days of Licia's electric sex...? OK, the sex wins.'

Hey, good choice,' she grinned. 'You won't regret it.'

So, I rang Molly and told her I was skipping the Euros and staying in Ireland for a few more days. I also broke the news to Sharon, saying I needed a few days rest. Rest. Yeah, right.

My absence would mean febi-SRAM would no longer have a contender for the title. Mari Springkells would probably be their best hope, but realistically, a top 10 would be a good result for her. Sharon didn't pressure me though, and I made a firm commitment to return for the Superprestige race at Merksplas in ten days time.

I did have slight misgivings about how much ten days with Licia would take out of me, but I'd always been up to it before. We just needed to make sure we tapered down before the race. Not a training taper, a sex taper. Now there's a novelty.

One day, we looked out of the bedroom window to see a superb clear, cold sunny day, so we got the bikes out of the garage for a training ride. I was no longer borrowing one of Licia's Trek bikes because I'd now brought one of my Canyon Endurace training bikes over to Ireland. Just another little bit of my life transferred to Licia's house.

As usual, we headed into the Wicklow mountains, climbing up to the Sally Gap, but then we descended to the town of Wicklow itself and returned by an interesting route along the coast. It was over 100km, so a good endurance ride, and we went steady, and took almost 5 hours over it, including a leisurely stop at the "Inspired Cafe," in Wicklow.

Heading north on the flat coastal roads, we took turns to lead and, as usual, one of my favourite things was riding behind her and admiring her shape; the pronounced curves of her hourglass waist, the fullness of her bum, and the subtle bulges of her oh-so-powerful thigh muscles. Her pedalling style was mesmerising too. Her cadence quite fast, but smooth and metronomic. Beautiful to watch.

I once told her about this after a ride, and she said 'And you don't think I do exactly the same when you're in front?' I guess there's nothing wrong with a bit of mutual admiration.

As we rode back into the outskirts of Dublin, Licia had an inspired idea. We were passing close to Sweeny's, the dealer where we'd bought her car, and she said, 'Let's go and pay Sian a visit. I haven't seen her in a while.'

We swung onto the forecourt, and coasted up to her office door. Happily, she wasn't with a customer. She was sat at her desk, peering intently at her laptop, and we had to knock on the window to attract her attention.

She looked up, but didn't immediately recognise us. Why would she? She'd never seen us in bike gear, and here we were, both wearing helmets and dark cycling glasses. She looked puzzled, but got up and came to the door to see what we wanted.

We both took off our glasses and inserted them into the vents of our helmets, as cyclists do, and then it dawned on her.

'Oh feck, Licia, Chloe, I didn't recognise ya.' Come in outta, the cold.'

'Can we bring our bikes in?'

'Yeh, yeh, bring em in.'

We went in and leaned our bikes against the back wall of the office with our helmets hanging on the handlebars.

'Fantastic machines. I love em,' she said, casting her eyes over them, and I had to admit, they did look impressive.

We sat on the two chairs in front of her desk. 'You want coffee?,' she said, turning to the machine.

'Yeh, why not. Thanks.'

'To what do I owe this visit? Nothing wrong with the car, is there?'

'No, the car's ace,' grinned Licia. 'It's just a social call, we were passing nearby and I haven't seen you for a while. You haven't been in the gym.'

No, well Orla's been busy, so she's not been going, and I can only go with her because I'm not a member.'

'You could join.'

'Yeah, I guess... How's Lisa doin?'

'Oh she's fully loved up with Candy nowadays... I haven't been going in there all that often, now I'm back out on the bike.'

I was listening to the conversation, and also quietly eyeing-up Sian. Even dressed appropriately for working in a car dealership, with trainers, black leggings and a Sweeny's branded red fleece, she had a lot of sex-appeal.

Her legs were long and shapely, and even the loose fleece couldn't hide her big boobs. I was thinking 'they must be bloody impressive.'

She had her dark hair done differently than when I'd first seen her; loose, but held back with an Alice band, and she had glasses on, which I hadn't seen before. It gave her a studious look that I quite liked. I was already thinking that we had to get her into bed. Turned out Licia was thinking the very same thing.

She placed coffees in front of us and sat down. 'Woow, look at you two in your colourful kit. You look great. Where've you been riding?'

We described our route and she said 'Feck me, that's a long way. Must be great to be so fit.'

'Yeah, I guess we take it for granted really,' I said. 'You look pretty fit yourself though, Sian,' I said, as a subtle compliment.

'Well, I try to stay in shape, but I'm for sure not riding a bike 100k any time soon.'

'We chuckled. 'Well you are a great shape, so I think you're doing OK,' said Licia.

'Go Liss,' I thought.

I think Sian blushed a little. 'Sweet of you to say, but look at you two. Those cycling kits really show off how insanely fit you are.'

This was heading in the right direction - compliments never hurt -- but I still wasn't sure how we were going to get into her pants.

It was only when we'd finished our coffees and were outside getting on our bikes that Licia came out with it. I was thinking we'd missed our opportunity, but then Licia saved the day.

'Hey, listen Sian, Chloe and I are going out in town tonight. Bite to eat, few drinkies, etcetera... why don't you join us? We can make it a threesome date.'

'Oo, a THREESOME date?' Sian asked. 'Licia, what ARE you suggesting?' She definitely seemed to like the idea.

'Take it whatever way you want,' said Licia, with her trademark mischievous grin.

'Wouldn't I be a bit of a gooseberry.'

'No way. We'd just be three girls, out for a bit of fun. Come on, it'll be a riot. We'll order a taxi and pick you up on the way.'

'I think you talked me into it,' she said, suddenly breaking into a dazzling smile. I could tell she was thrilled.

As we rode back to Knocklyon, I said 'I didn't even know we were going into town tonight.'

'Neither did I, but it turns out we are, and with a bit of luck, I think we can get her to come back to mine later... if you want.'

'If I want? Of course I want, and I don't even think we'll need a bit of luck. Did you see how she looked at us? I think she's gagging for it.'

We put the bikes away, showered, bunged our kit in the washing machine, and then had a very light carbohydrate snack. We'd eat properly later in town.

Although we were going out on the razz, with very firm designs on Sian, we didn't doll ourselves up too much. Our outfits were suitable for a chilly night in Dublin. I think we still looked pretty hot though.

Licia wore a very stretchy long-sleeved black bodysuit, with a fleecy lining, and her favourite baggy trousers over it. It was very figure-hugging and made her boobs look simply peachy, and I put on some very nicely fitted jeans with a white, ribbed wool jumper.

Licia wore trainers, as she almost always does, though they were quite stylish trainers, while I had some short zip-up boots with a neat little cuban heel. We both topped off our outfits with short jackets, Licia's in white denim and mine in black velvet.

We kept our makeup quite subtle, though Licia, at my instigation, made her eyes up in a dark sultry style, similar to what she'd done when we had our "date night" in Scotland.

The taxi arrived, and we headed for Sian's address to collect her. I rang her bell, and she emerged, wearing her hair scraped back tight into a ponytail, quite startling red lippy, a rich fern green polo neck with a black leather jacket over it, and a matching green miniskirt with thick black tights. It was a lovely look.

'Wow, looking GOOD, Sian,' I said as we got back into the taxi.

'Thanks, you're looking pretty foxy yourself, Chloe. Bit of a contrast to this afternoon...' Then, as an afterthought, 'I quite liked the cycling kit though.'

When we stepped out of the cab in the city centre, we made a fine trio, and we got more than our fair share of attention as we went from bar to bar, en route to Lundy's, where we planned to eat.

It was a Friday night, and Dublin was as busy as it gets, with all the bars heaving with crowds, so I was glad I'd booked a table at Lundy's.

I think getting served in some bars would have been difficult, but we didn't seem to have any trouble catching the eyes of bar staff, male or female.

We had a few halves of Guinness, and soon we were being shown to our table at Lundy's. I was bloody starving. That 5-hour bike ride probably had something to do with it.

Molly would have frowned if she'd known I was drinking alcohol, because I was in a training and racing phase, but with my next race over a week away, I didn't think it would be a problem.

We all took off our jackets and, OMG, that polo neck was the perfect showcase for Sian's eye-popping boobs. I know I said Licia's looked peachy, but Sian's were of another order. I don't think I was the only one who couldn't keep my eyes off them.