Chloe's Getting Dirty Again

This series 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. 04

Molly and Fanny were in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and Marianne came to sit with me in the lounge, which still had a faint aroma of sex. Molly and I had fucked just before Mari and Fanny arrived, and we'd only had time for a hurried tidy up.

'Hi Chloe, how are you?' she said.

'I'm good Mari, thanks. I don't think I need to ask how you are doing, do I?'

She smiled and sighed happily. 'Oh, I'm better than good, Chloe. Thank you so much for giving me Tif's number. You started something very special.'

I smiled. I was happy for her. 'You're very welcome, Mari. I'm glad you hit it off.'

'Oh "hit it off" doesn't cover it, honestly...' She paused, then lowered her voice. 'I know Molly and Fanny will want to know about it, but I'm scared to upset Molly. Tif is an ex, Molly won't want to hear much detail, will she? I mean, I'll have to be careful.'

'I think you might find that Molly is pretty comfortable with it now... I wouldn't go into TOO much graphic detail though.' I smiled lewdly.

We moved to the dining table and Molly served up something called "stoemp en wurst," which was a mixture of mashed potatoes and vegetables -- a wonderful mixture of textures and beautifully seasoned - with little slices of sausage. Absolutely delicious, and perfect for a chilly winter evening.

We tucked in with gusto, but I could tell Mari was bracing herself for the quizzing. We had two bottles of wine on the table, a white and a red, and everyone was freely partaking of their favourite tipple.

We became quite giggly, but Molly didn't ask about Tif until she returned from the kitchen with dessert. She plonked a dish of oven-cooked rice pudding on the table and said, 'So, Mari, you've been a bit of a stranger the last couple of days. You and Tiff have obviously been getting along...'

'Yes.' She stirred her pudding and looked a little embarrassed.'

'Well, tell us about it,' said Fanny. 'We want to hear.'

Mari looked at Molly. 'Look, I know this is all old to you, Molly -- even Tif -- but it's not to me. It's all new and thrilling. Tif is my first girlfriend. I know, we've all had sex, and I'm grateful for that. It was a marvellous introduction, and it revealed how I really feel about women, but this with Tif... it's...POW! Like a revelation.'

We were all nodding. We empathised with it, knew how it must feel for her. We were transported through imagination into the world of a new relationship. That dazzling heart-thumping emotional epiphany.

And it must have been especially thrilling for Mari, because she also had the relatively new revelation of sex with another woman. The incredible empathy of lesbian sex. So emotional and heady.

'Must be fantastic, Mari,' I said, a little wonderstruck. I think we were all a little bit envious. I mean, none of us are exactly deprived, but what Mari was experiencing was something very special.

'Was she in the windmill when you were together, Molly?' Mari asked, and Molly nodded. That bedroom is a total trip, the huge bed, the sloping walls, and the sun streaming in through the roof. What a magical place to have sex. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.'

Molly was smirking. Partly due to Mari's effusiveness, no doubt, but probably because she also had her own memories of that room.

'It was the best sex I've ever had -- both nights.' She looked at us. 'It's no reflection on you, but this was different. It was to do with the feelings, you know?' We nodded. 'We are so besotted with each other.' Her eyes were misty. She was getting carried away, perhaps understandably.

'I'm happy for you Mari,' said Molly. I only have one caution for you. I don't want to put a damper on your ardour, but Tif is never satisfied with one partner. She is likely to want others too. It's what broke us up.'

'That's strange, you all do that don't you?' said Mari.

'Yes, we do. It feels different now though, Molly pondered. Perhaps, I was just too possessive back then.'

'I think you have to have it out in the open,' I suggested. 'You need to reach an understanding. That's how Licia and I handle it. The fact that we fuck others doesn't mean we love each other any less '

'Yeah, it's like that for us,' said Fanny. 'Molly has needs I can't meet, but Chloe and Licia can, so... ' She thought for a second. 'It works anyway.' She smiled at Molly.

All this talk about sex and relationships was making me feel horny, but there was little chance of any more sex for me that night. Fanny and Molly would obviously sleep together, and Mari was now too loved-up with Tif to want to be bothered with me. It looked like I'd just have to go to sleep. Now there's a novel idea.

We retired to the lounge and I brought the subject round to the cyclocross World Cup, which was starting the following weekend. As the title-holder, I was torn between defending the title, and continuing with the varied races on Molly's list.

Obviously, I'd do some World Cup events (Namur was unmissable) but to retain the title, I really needed to do all the rounds, or almost all, and that could get in the way of some others I wanted to do.

Molly and the others weren't much help. Molly said, 'It's up to you, Chloe. It depends how important that title is to you. You always said it's a bigger achievement than the World Championship race, and it is, but it doesn't come with a special jersey, or anything.'

'I know. It's undervalued.' They all nodded in agreement, 'but I guess that's just how it is.'

'Well, I'm definitely going to miss round 1 next weekend,' I said. I don't really fancy travelling to the Czech Republic to ride a course that looks pretty boring anyway. I've noticed there's a British National Trophy Series race on Saturday, at Rothes, which is less than an hour's drive from my house in Scotland. I think I'll do that.'

'Really?' Molly chuckled, 'You'll upset a lot of British girls if you show up there. It's way below your level.'

'Maybe, but it's good to keep in touch with the grass roots, and it will remind those other girls where the top level is. Some of them might be inspired to raise their game.'

She shook her head with a grin. 'You won't be expecting Team Lyon support there, will you?'

'No, I'll get some support from my cycling club. They'll be happy to help.'

'Looks like we have the weekend off,' said Molly, addressing Fanny and Marianne. 'We can put our feet up,' she grinned.

'Not me,' said Mari, 'Tif's doing that Czech race. I'll see if I can travel with her.' Molly and Fanny smirked at each other.

At bedtime, I was shattered. Mari had taken a taxi home, and I said goodnight to Molly and Fanny and crawled upstairs to the spare room.

I heard them coming upstairs soon after me and I slipped between the covers and thought about the past couple of days; the races, Tif and Mari, sex with Molly, the Koppenberg ride, Lucy, Licia... All was quiet from Molly's room and I drifted away into a peaceful sleep.

The next day, I flew home to Scotland.

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It was freezing when I emerged from the terminal building at Edinburgh airport, my breath clouding in a weak afternoon sun as I went in search of my little car.

Luckily, the sun, though weak, had melted the frost on the car windows and a quick wipe was all they needed before I was ready to go. I remembered to remotely turn on my central heating at home, then twisted the key and the engine burst into life. I patted the dashboard. 'Oo, who's a trusty girl then...?' I turned the heater up full and set off.

Penicouls looked as pretty as ever as I dropped into the valley where it nestles, and soon I was parking on the short driveway of my house.

Sometimes, when I return home alone, the house feels empty and cheerless, but not this time. I felt relaxed and appreciative of all the good things in my life, including this cosy little base, and I set about lighting the fire, then making something to eat.

Once I was fed, and the house was as cosy as cosy could be, I settled on the sofa and called Licia.

'Hey babe, how you doin?'

'Greeat,' she said, with unusual emphasis. 'How was your weekend? I watched the races. You made it look easy, unlike Lucy.'

I chuckled, 'Well, it wasn't EASY, but I had the edge... I thought Lucy looked fantastic at Hamme, but she made a couple of mistakes then had that mechanical at the end.'

'Yeah, amazing how she hung on for the win. Maybe she should take up running when she retires from cycling...'

'Yeh, I think she'd be good at it. She certainly has the build for it.'

'So what else have you been up to?'

I told her about the developments with Tif and Marianne, Moly's history, and her reaction, but Licia just said, 'Ah she'll get used to it. It all sounds good to me.'

'Have you had a good weekend?' I asked intrigued by her emphatic "greeat."

'Yeh, brilliant. I went out with Lisa and Candy on Saturday night. Candy's such a hoot, honestly. She's completely shameless. We were in Scruffy Murphy's and a drunk girl pointed to her tits and said "They've gotta be fake," and Candy pulled up her top, popped one out of her bra cup and lifted it up, saying "D'you see any feckin scars?"

We had to leave. Every guy in the place was immediately drooling... We were suddenly the centre of attention.' I chuckled. She certainly did sound like a lot of fun.

Interestingly, we didn't ask each other about our sexual activities. We seemed to have moved on to a new place, where we were content to just leave the subject alone unless one of us volunteered something. She knew Molly and I would've fucked, and I assumed she'd have gone home with Lisa and Candy. It was all fine.

'So, have you decided about Tabor?' she asked. Oh, 'eck. This was where I had to disappoint her. I knew she was going to the Czech Republic for the World Cup race, because that's what her team wanted, but my team hadn't pressured me at all, so I wasn't going.

'Yeh, I've decided not to go, babe. It's an arse of a trip, and the course looks crap.'

'Aww, that's a bummer. I agree about the course though.'

'Yeh, sorry... I'm gonna do the British National Trophy race at Rothes. That looks like my kind of course.'

'Really? Bit of a step down for you, babe, isn't it?'

'Maybe, but we shouldn't underestimate some of these new girls. Zandi James is tipped for great things.'

'Yeh, I've heard that. She's improving fast, and not even 20 yet. Some are already calling her "the next Chloe Lyons"...' She sniggered. 'Still nowhere near your level yet though, surely?'

'Well, we'll see on Saturday.'

'Yeh, interesting. Almost a local race for you, eh?'

'Yep, it will make a change. Good luck in Czechia.'

'Thanks. Speak later, before I fly though, eh?'

'Oh, yeh, 'course.'

'Ciao babe.'

'See you.'

Hmm, "the next Chloe Lyons," eh? I smiled to myself.

Zandi (short for Alexandra) James was the new wonder kid of British cyclocross. I didn't know all that much about her, apart from the fact that she'd been third in the British Cyclocross Championship race, behind Licia and Nikki Cray, and that she was getting better almost every race.

I took a new interest and looked her up on procyclingstats.com. As Licia had said, she was 19 years old, and she was very small -- 1.58m tall and 49 kilos. Almost Maisie-small. I guessed she'd be good at climbing, but not so good where sheer strength was needed, like riding through sand, or thick mud. I was interested to find out whether she could give me a race or not.

I had a relaxing few days at home, and spoke to some people in my local cycling club to rustle up some support at the race. They all seemed stoked that I was doing it, and I easily found three people who were willing to be my crew. I could easily have had a dozen people, but three is the maximum number for a pit crew, to avoid overcrowding. The pits can be pretty chaotic as it is.

So, my crew was to consist of Melvyn, Brenda, and Murray, who even said he could borrow a mini jetwash from a mate of his. Team Lyon 2 was born.

Obviously, this race wouldn't have any TV coverage, and it promised to be pretty low-key. It would be like going back to my roots and I was looking forward to that.

I did some good training on my favourite routes, including one day on the mountain bike, with lunch at the Tushielaw Inn -- one of my favourite days out -- and I was feeling good. Even the clunky MTB didn't feel too clunky.

Of course I had the problem of a bike or bikes for Saturday's race. My lovely carbon-fibre Canyons were in Belgium, and the only 'cross bikes I had at home were two old aluminium-framed Kona Jakes, one of them my very first cyclocross racer, both of them relics of an earlier part of my life. They hadn't been used for quite a while, so I took them to the local bike shop, to be serviced, checked over, and fitted with new tyres.

They came back looking pretty good actually, and I took them both for short rides to see how they felt. Well, not as good as the Canyons, but at least I could test the theory that a good rider can win on any bike.

The bikes were not the only problem. I also had to transport them to the venue, and they didn't easily fit in my little hatchback, even with the wheels off (the bikes, not the hatchback). Luckily, Melvyn had a camper van with a bike carrier on the back, and he came up to my house on the Thursday night to collect them.

All this was a good thing, because it made me appreciate how spoiled I am with Team Lyon and the Lyonmobile. It was a timely reminder.

By Friday afternoon, I had everything ready, so I called Licia. She was due to fly to Prague on the Saturday (her race was on Sunday) and I fancied some of the hot phone sex we often indulged in.

Sometimes, we send lewd photos to each other, sometimes while using fruit, and sometimes we just talk dirty...

'Hey babe...'

We had a little small talk, about all the stuff above, and who was going to Czechia. Licia bemoaned the fact that there were no free girls on her cyclocross team, but I said 'Yeh, but there will be others there, like Lauren, Magi, Lucy...'

I had no problem with her and Lucy hooking up. In fact, in a strange way, I found it quite a turn-on. Suddenly, with a bit of a jolt, I thought about a threesome with Licia and Lucy. Now THAT would be hot. I couldn't fathom why I hadn't already tried to bring that about.

'Lucy is very free these days,' I said. 'She's always on the lookout.'

'Pushing me towards Lucy?' she asked, dubiously, 'What's your game?'

'Oh, nuthin, I was just thinking, if I were in your shoes, that's where I'd be looking.'

'Yeh, I'm sure it would...' I could sense her eye-roll.

You know what works well with Lucy?'

'No, what?'

'Pussy pics.'

She laughed, with her adorable little snort.

'It's true,' I said. 'That's how I first broke the sexual ice with her.'

'Oh yeh, I remember you saying that.'

'She loved it. We sent pics back and forth and she came HARD. She wanted to do it again, but we never have. Send her a pic. I bet you'll get a positive reaction.'

'Chloe, you're wicked. You know that, right?'

'Yeh, but in a good way...' I grinned to myself.

'Yeh, in an insanely hot way. I might just try that with Lucy.'

'Are you feeling horny?' I asked.

'What do you think? Of course I am. I've got a towel and a vibrator here at the ready.'

'So have I,' I chuckled. It's like we planned it.

'Are you naked?'

'From the waist down.'

'Same here. Show me.'

I spread my lips with two fingers so my clit stood out, snapped a pic from above and sent it, then said 'Your turn.'

'Oooh, lush,' she said, then "ping," her pic arrived.

It was similar to my pic, but taken from a higher viewpoint, obviously holding the phone at arms-length above her head, and I found myself entranced by the image. She was looking up at me with those big brown eyes, her fingers spreading her bush, a lurid flash of pink, and her luscious thighs parted and spreading beautifully under her weight.

'Oh my God, babe, you look so gorgeous... Come here and fuck me, right now.'

'I wish,' she said... are you wanking over me?

'Yeah,' I breathed. I knelt on the sofa and sat back on my heels, then put the phone between my legs so her image was under my pussy lips, and I rotated a finger on my clit. 'I'm literally wanking right over you. I'm gonna drown you in my girl juice.'

'Oh, f-fuck-k babe, do it. I wanna drown.' Her voice was trembling, probably because she was pumping her fingers violently in and out of her hole, and my own finger went round and round on my clit until a little stringy drool of my sex-syrup dropped onto the phone screen. Clear, like raw egg white, as it tends to be initially.

I almost wiped it with the towel, but then I had a better idea and I picked up the phone and licked it clean. Mmm.

My pussy was still drooling, and I stood up, snapped a pic of it, with a long string dangling, and sent it to Licia, then I went back to the image of her looking up at me, put the phone between my legs again, and continued my wank, gathering up the honey and spreading it all over my lips and into my pubes.

Licia opened my pic and groaned, 'Oh, you fucking horny bitch... Ohhh, I'm fucking myself so hard, babe. Can you hear it?' She obviously placed the phone close and I heard the squelch of a wet pussy being violently fucked.

'Are you using the vibe, or...'

'No.... just fingers...' she gasped. Oh, God.... feels so... fucking GOOD.'

Listening to her, combined with my clit wank, and her image, looking up at me, was making me so hot, my pussy was dripping, now with the whitish cream of full arousal, and the phone screen was getting a good sprinkling. I focussed more and more on my clit, and the exquisite sensations I was teasing out of it, and Licia's image was slowly obscured by spreading droplets of my dripping cream.

I could still hear her though, her voice coming through the speaker loud and clear. 'Oh, oh, oh, fuck... I'm coming... uh, uhh, uhh, fuuuukk'

I leaned back and slipped two fingers into myself, pumping them in and out while circling my clit firmly with two finger tips of the other hand, and my orgasm rose, hot on the heels of Licia's. As her ecstatic wails subsided, mine took over and I howled to the heavens like a she-wolf. 'Oo, oo, oo, oohhhhh.....'

Oh God, imagine being able to extract this much pleasure from your own body with just your own fingers... and a little remote help from your girlfriend. We hadn't even touched the vibrators.

Between my legs was a creamy mess, from my upper thighs to my bum crack, and the phone screen was completely obliterated under hot, milky liquid. I definitely made a good choice, getting the Xcover waterproof model.

Licia's voice emerged again. 'Oh, fuck Chloe. How are you so hot?'

'I could ask you the very same,' I said, picking the phone up and watching it drip. Post-orgasm or not, I couldn't resist giving it a good, salacious licking.

Licia heard me making sounds of gustation and said, 'Are you licking your phone?'

'Yeah, I'm licking you clean...'

'Oohh, if only... Get off the phone, Chloe, you're driving me crazy...'

'Toodle-oo'

'Ciao.'

'I ended the call, wiped the sofa with the towel and headed for the bathroom.