Monique’s father had the most amazingly expressive eyebrows. Enthralled, she watched them traverse a range of emotions—surprise, delight, doubt, and, finally, bingo, realisation. “You’re actually serious about this.”
Her honest answer, of course, because I can’t stop fantasising about Lucy’s boobs, wasn’t appropriate for parents.
However, the truth was that Monique craved more time with the school’s sports captain. That need for Lucy-time had been enflamed by her fingers drawing massive orgasms from her pussy most mornings and evenings. And being on the swim team would have the added advantage of opportunities to glimpse the coolest girl at school’s yummy boobs.
“Yes, Dad. I have really accepted the invitation to join the school swim team. You keep harping on about me doing more sport. This time I’m sure to stick at it, as it turns out I’m competitive at freestyle. And dropping me at school before six will be good for you too.”
He shook his head. “Good for me, how?”
“Get to work earlier, and you’ll seize the day. Be more productive before colleagues arrive.”
Her father knew she was playing him. But, unusually for him, he’d been very firm with Monique about keeping up a sport, so he knew he could hardly refuse to drop her off at school on training days.
Monique quickly settled into the rhythm of swim training; the laps were interspersed with one-on-one coaching. Her swimming strokes were progressively reengineered. Changes to how her hands entered the water on the backstroke, her kick extension in the breaststroke, and her breath pattern in the butterfly. The coach had implied that once she improved her breaststroke, she would be the school’s representative in the following year’s individual medleys.
Freestyle, however, was a completely different matter. To some others’ disgruntlement, the coach had been clear. Monique was the school’s second-fastest freestyler and would immediately become an automatic selection for the year’s remaining individual and relay freestyle events.
Deferring to Lucy’s experience at the Australian Institute of Sport, the coach then asked her to, step by step, fine-tune how Monique swam a freestyle race. So, after the other squad members had hit the showers, the two of them stayed in the pool. Monique was a sponge, eagerly soaking up Lucy’s competition blueprint, from the fastest way to dive into the water through to touching efficiently at the end.
But best of all for Monique, that meant they were last to emerge from their shower. So, they talked while eating breakfast together. Mostly about swimming at first, but as Monique relaxed, Lucy chipped away at her cautiousness. Having drawn her out of her shell, Lucy was introduced to a hidden chatterbox who now could only be silenced by the school’s bell calling them to class.
But disappointingly for Monique, the busyness of the changing rooms had put a complete dampener on her boobie spotting ambitions. She had to be content with surreptitious glances at Lucy’s wet swimming cleavage and nipple pokies. At least that did keep lust’s embers smouldering sufficiently to easily ignite when her fingers sought her needy clit before she fell asleep.
Monique’s friends, the self-named Bored Cynics Society, had reached the eyerolling stage whenever the principal rambled on again about their school’s supportive and caring nature. Talk about whatever; no one had ever ventured down to the far reaches of the bottom field to make sure they were okay.
So, when Lucy, the School Sports Captain and an influential part of the year twelve leadership team, had first shown up and eaten lunch with them, their scepticism had a field day.
Of course, it had to be Julie who eventually was unable to bite her tongue. “Lucy, all you touch turns to gold. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not an issue for me. But you’ve got no life experience in coping with our sorts of difficulties.”
Lucy’s smile vanished. Her lips pursed. Her eyes watered. Then she laughed, and everyone relaxed. “I have my issues, like my breaststroke isn’t crash hot.”
Julie locked eyes with Lucy’s. “That’s not what I hear.”
“Cute double entendre, Julie. Where did that one come from?”
“I don’t kiss and tell. In fact, I don’t even confirm I’ve heard about kissing.”
“A smart arse never discloses her sources.”
“Got it in one.”
“Silence can indeed be golden. Always remember that sources can be scurrilous.”
The school bell diffused that awkward moment. The group dispersed and headed to their classes. But after school, Julie slid an arm through Monique’s as they headed for the train. “You know she fancies you, right?”
“What. Who? No.”
“Lucy, of course. Typical of you, brain the size of a small planet, yet can’t see what’s lurking in plain sight.”
“Everything she’s done is consistent with a swimming friendship.”
“I grant you that. Most likely she’s taking the path of plausible deniability. Creating a safe off-ramp in case the one she desires turns out not to be interested.”
“No one thinks like that?”
“Rubbish, I certainly do. Like right now, I am about to walk past Jimmy at the train station. Hoping he’ll notice or, even better, chat me up. But if he doesn’t, no worries, I was always just intending to catch a train.”
Monique stopped, realisation dawning. Lucy had stressed the breast compression from her advanced swimsuit immediately before she exposed her boobs. “But, if plausibly she’s all about swimming, what makes you so sure it isn’t?”
“She’s the first queen bee who’s taken to spending lunch times with us randoms down on the bottom field.”
“She probably sees me as next year’s swim team leader. You know, just passing the baton.”
“That’s certainly possible, given you’re bound to be the next swim captain. You do know there is a rumour she’s a lezzie?”
“Like so what? And lezzie is a bit rude. I hope that wasn’t why you were so aggressive at lunchtime. For a moment, I wondered if Lucy was going to cry.”
“Look, I’m totally cool with lezzies, and not just because it means more cock for the rest of us. The ‘so what’ is that very few can completely bury their feelings. I’ve seen her occasional doe-eyed glances at you.”
“No way … you sure? I, um …”
“Shish, you don’t have to say anything, but please just listen. I know you; unless you’re sure, you tend to impersonate an Easter Island statue. I screwed up with Lucy today. I know it’s not straightforward being a lezzie. Like, I’m sure hitting on someone is even harder than it is for us straight girls.”
“Make sure you apologise then.”
“I will. But my key point is: if you two do fancy each other, you’re both going to have to take a risk. I think she’s carefully dipping her toe into the Monique pond. If you’re interested, you’ll have to find a way to show her she interests you.”
Julie briefly wrapped her arms around Monique. “It’s a good start that you wear the same perfume: Eau de Chlorine. Bye, see you tomorrow.”
“You’re rushing off?”
“Yeah, it’s Jimmy time. Everyone other than you and me knows that as Julie rushing to catch the train.”
Two months before the State swimming finals, the coach upped the ante on the relay team and added specific race practices after school. Extra laps to finalise the swimming order and to ensure their changeovers were efficient.
Usually, all four team members went their separate ways after training. But one Thursday, Monique’s dad was out of town with work, and Lucy had offered to drive her home. That afternoon, after the other two swimmers had quickly left for their own homes, a silence fell over the changing room.
Monique was acutely aware she was alone with Lucy for the first time since the bare boobie incident. She smiled with the recollection and glanced across at Lucy, who appeared lost in her own thoughts.
Lucy suddenly glanced up, and their eyes locked. Fidgeting with her goggles, she stared at Monique with a hawk-like intensity, almost as if she was daring her to look away.
Monique held the sports captain’s stare. Though her smile was forced, bravery was masquerading as confidence.
Lucy sighed. Then sighed again and tossed the goggles aside. With a watery smile, she reached for the straps of the school-issued swimming costume. Monique’s heart raced.
As she slid her arms out from the shoulder straps, Lucy’s breasts sprang free. A blush bloomed on her neck when she stood and rolled the wet togs all the way down her long legs.
With an anxious giggle, she tossed the swimmers at Monique. Who was so focused on the first bald pussy she’d ever seen that she dropped them with a splat onto the floor. “Butterfingers,” Lucy said, her voice unusually shrill.
Monique’s strangled laugh at her clumsiness betrayed her heightened excitement and nervousness. While she’d spent weeks craving another look, now that it had happened, she was again paralysed with anxiety.
Until, that is, Monique’s eyes traversed up the school sports captain’s delicious body and focused on the blush on her neck and chest. And she realised that by standing naked, arms akimbo, so obviously nervous, Lucy had laid her cards on the table.
There was no compression with this swimwear, no plausible deniability. There could be no other explanation; Lucy was displaying those luscious curves of hers because she wanted Monique’s attention.
Monique took the deepest of breaths. Exhaled and slipped one arm and then the other arm out of her swimsuit. Pausing with a forearm carefully holding the material against her breasts, she felt the warmth of a blush bloom on her neck. She held Lucy’s gaze. Didn’t overthink, just moved her arms to her sides; the wet material fell away from her breasts but stuck to her stomach. Her nipples ached, and her heart skipped a beat.
Lucy sighed with relief and sat down with the biggest grin on her face. The two women simply stared for the longest time, their eyes now freed and lingering on the succulent athletic curves of the other. And the nipples that were engorging.
Lucy’s finger slowly traced along the damp folds of her pussy, scooping honey. Without breaking eye contact, she began to slowly circle her clit with that damp finger.
Monique was entranced. The coolest girl at school was whimpering, her eyes smouldering, totally focused on Monique, as she masturbated. The mirror image of how she’d been every night for yonks, teasing her sex while thinking about Lucy.
Around the finger went, alternating slow and fast caresses of her clit. Whimpers turned to moans. Lucy’s other hand began to paw her nipples. She broke eye contact. Her hips rolled forward, mashing her clit into her finger. She screamed and gushed cum honey over her hands and thighs.
Opening her eyes, panting hard, she shyly looked over to Monique. “Seems I’ve made a mess.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Your fault.”
“My pleasure.” Monique giggled and grabbed the sticky hand Lucy had offered her. Their fingers entwined, and she was drawn to her feet.
Hand in hand, they went to the closest shower cubicle. Lucy turned the water on and knelt in front of Monique. Almost worshipfully, she slid the swimmers over Monique’s taut bottom and down her legs.
Monique watched enthralled, her heart racing, as the coolest girl in school inhaled the scent of her musky pussy, then looked up and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
Having stood, their foreheads touched, and their eyes locked as the shower splattered onto their heads and ran down their enflamed bodies. Both just taking their time to wallow in the sensuality of their first skin-on-skin contact.
Monque’s lips moved closer. Lucy smiled and followed suit. Her gentle suck of Monique’s bottom lip had goosebumps breaking out. They kissed, tongues gently swirling, sharing the taste of each other. Then kissed and kissed again, savouring the pleasures of exploring another’s mouth.
With a naughty smile, Lucy reached for the shampoo. “Turn around,” she whispered.
Having luxuriated in being pampered and having the shampoo massaged into her hair, Monique felt fingertips trace down her arms and encircle her waist.
With the softest of butterfly kisses on her shoulder, those hands slid up through the sudsy water and cupped her breasts. Kneaded. Monique whimpered.
Fingernails traced her areolas. Then Lucy’s finger and thumb softly pressed and stretched her nipples. Monique moaned.
“Face me.” As Monique responded to the husky voice, their stiff nipples caught as she turned towards Lucy. Their sighs found an echo in each other.
Fingers spider walked down Monique’s stomach, through her pubes, and oh so softly teased her clit from its hood. “You want this?”
Lucy’s sultry question had turned Monique to jelly. Too lost in lust to speak, she was only capable of nodding enthusiastically. Two fingers slid into Monique’s pussy; their knuckles stretched her velvet walls. The fingers slowly scissored; then curled in a come-hither motion and rasped her sensitive spot. Simultaneously, a thumb massaged her clit.
The reality of actually being desired had quickly overwhelmed Monique. She arched her pussy to impale herself deep onto Lucy’s fingers. Her scream echoed through the locker room as she came harder than she had ever come before.
When she recovered her breath, she softly kissed Lucy, whose eyes, despite the steamy shower, seemed excessively watery. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not upset; just super relieved. Julie got me so wrong. All my life, I’ve hidden the real me behind a barricade of confidence.”
“Thank you for showing me. I like the real you.”
“I was so petrified you wouldn’t like me as much as I like you.”
“I’ve known that terror. Did Julie apologise?”
“Yeah, she was sweet about it. Said if she’d been less ditzy, she’d have remembered a friend who was struggling with being a lezzie.”
“She’s got a sharp tongue but means well. With me, she was like, if you fancy Lucy, you’ve got to stop being an Easter Island Statue and find a way to show her.”
“And you did.”
“Yes, I really did.”
Once they’d dressed, Lucy wrapped Monique in her arms and tenderly kissed her. “I’m only going to be brave enough to show affection when we’re alone.”
As they walked to the car and drove to Monique’s home, nothing much was said; both were now sure enough of the other to be comfortable being together and yet alone in their own thoughts.
Monique opened the car door outside her house with Lucy’s simple, “Thank you, you’re wonderful. Bye,” ringing in her ears.
She glanced back, having stepped out of the car. “Knowing you’re into me is always going to be enough for me.”
Monique melted as she closed the car door. Lucy’s smile was the most radiant thing she’d ever seen.
To be continued
