Disclaimer The characters in this story are completely fictional and have no basis in reality. This story is more about finding love than the sex. Enjoy! While every work is covered by copyright law, I encourage you good people to expand on this story that I am about to tell.
The Wheels Are Spinning By: J.Sarner
It was her...
Kirsten had seen her before on the track. She had been the commissionaire then helping riders get off the starting line. Today it seemed like she was practicing on the nearly empty velodrome. Kirstin almost didn't recognize her. Her brown curly shoulder length hair was drawn back into a pony tail that sat just below the edge of her white riding helmet. It had never really occurred to Kirsten before that a Cycling Association Commissionaire would also be an avid cyclist herself.
That particular cycling event had been over a year ago now...when Kirsten was in the stands watching. Never before had she ridden a bike like the men and women of that competition did. She had been completely recreational...or lack thereof. Physical activity had been brushed aside for video games for many years.
Watching the competitors brave the 42-degree embankment, hit speeds near 60km/h and complete upwards of 100 laps on the 250 metre track, was astounding. Only a few days later did Kirsten find out that that particular UCI-regulated, class 1 facility, which wasn't far from home, would be open for community use soon.
Kirsten appealed to her father for aid in starting the sport. She had moved out on her own only 2 years ago. Naturally a just starting out on their own woman may have issues affording rental equipment and track time. But, as always, daddy was happy to supply the aid.
"If it means you get off that computer of yours and do regular physical activity, I'll gladly sponsor you." he had said. "Not to mention, I used to be a road cyclist. It would be goofy for me not to encourage something I loved to you."
Kirsten suddenly realized she had attracted the gaze of the commissionaire. She tore her stare away and felt herself blush a deep, awful red. Now she had done it. This was nothing new when it came to women. Kirsten was a sucker for a pretty one.
"Crap," she muttered.
That event a year ago was amazing to watch indeed, but Kirsten couldn't keep her eyes off this woman for some odd reason. There was a certain way she held herself, not to mention the competitor's bikes on the angled track. She had walked with professionalism, but at the same time, seemed like she would talk to or help out anyone. Kirsten had gone home after that event and re-watched the TV broadcast. Sure, she had wanted to see that amazing dead heat sprint again, but she found herself staring at the woman.
"I'm like a damn stalker." she groaned at herself angrily. "Why the hell am I doing this?"
She kept looking for a shot of her ID tag. Nothing clear ever came up. Just that stride, that strength, that smile.
Kirsten had quite literally pushed that all out of her head until just now when she spotted that commissionaire at the track. She had focused on getting fast and enduring more. Now she was actually capable of competing on a semi-professional level.
Kirsten heard the slight sound of tire against track pull up beside her.
"Hi!" said the woman.
Her brown eyes cut right into Kirsten's heart immediately.
"Hello." Kirsten heard herself mutter. "How are you?"
"Alright." she responded, removing her helmet and adjusting her curly brown ponytail. "Have we met before?"
"No. We haven't."
She tried so hard to not sound creepy or like she was flirting with that woman in any way. That was probably going as sideways as her bike was at that very moment.
CRASH
"Oh my god!" the woman exclaimed as she unclipped her feet from her bike and came rushing to help.
I'm a dumbass, Kirsten thought to herself in disdain.
Her feet were still locked in the pedals.
She frantically attempted to get her feet unstuck, but it was too late. She felt the woman touch her sides. It sent a shiver down her spine.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don't even know her!
"Are you ok?" the commissionaire asked frantically.
Her arms were now around Kirsten's waist. In one smooth motion, the woman righted Kirsten on her wheels.
Damn! Kirsten thought to herself. So I wasn't just imagining her strength!
"Yeah, I'm alright," Kirsten managed to giggle out. "I've never been really good at those track stands."
"Those aren't easy." The woman responded. "How long have you been riding?"
"About 13 months now. I've gotten alright I think. Technically I've started way too late in life to become a pro at it though."
The woman laughed. It was a gorgeous laugh. Silky, soft and warm.
It's probably like what her lips taste like... Goddammit! Kirsten caught herself just about to go into lalaland again.
"Well you clearly aren't in your late 30s or 40s." the woman chuckled. "You got plenty of time. How old are you?"
"25. Not much has become of me in a quarter century."
"Don't worry about that. I'm nearly 29 and I sometime I feel the same way."
But you're with the Association running events, Kirsten thought. How is that not an achievement?
She was glad that response didn't slip out. Instead she said;
"Well we aren't getting any younger. Want to do sprints or drafts? We're the only two people here now."
It was fairly late in the evening. Kirsten could only get late bookings because of her job.
"Tell you what," the woman said, as she placed her white helmet back on her head. "Let's do a short points race. 50 laps, 12.5km, five sprints. Best 3 out of 5 sprint winner wins. Sound good?"
"For sure. I haven't really done much yet tonight."
"I've noticed." The woman gave a slightly sly smile as she said that.
"That does winner get?" Kirsten asked, not noticing the look the woman gave.
"Winner decides."
"Alright"
No one was there to really start the race for them or keep track, so they started with a neutral lap and had to keep count. The drafted off each other for the first nine laps. On the tenth, the woman heaved;
"Sprint!"
Kirsten felt herself push it. She wanted to show her just how powerful she was; how fast she could be. On the last turn the woman cut under Kirsten and strategically won the sprint.
"One for me!"
"Dammit!"
Kirsten settled for her first loss, but she wasn't going to let her win. No, she was going to win this race. Perhaps she could try to win a bit more too.
Another nine laps of drafting, then the sprint came again.
This time Kirsten went high on the second last turn, the woman lost sight of her. Kirsten cut down the track and into the lead.
Victory!
"One all." Kirsten tried to say back to the woman.
She smiled at Kirsten as she passed to be the lead draft. Kirsten knew she had to win two more sprints no matter what.
The woman took off in the third sprint and Kirsten won the fourth sprint by just a bike length.
Both of them were now getting tired and dripping with sweat. Lactic acid was ripping at their legs.
Kirsten could feel herself audibly moaning in the last few laps. Finally the last lap came.
Both of them shot for the finish line. The woman tried to cut Kirsten off and take over the sprint lane, but Kirsten was faster. She peddled furiously to the finish line. She won by less than a tire length.
"Woo!" Kirsten exclaimed in satisfaction.
"Nice." The woman said as she extended her hand for a fist bump.
The two of them idly chatted about their times and endurance as they let the bike slowly wind down. With one gear direct drive and no brakes, it took nearly five minutes before they could both stop and unclip their feet from the peddles.
"Well, what's your plan for the rest of the evening?"
"I think I'm done for tonight." Kirsten heaved. "I haven't actually raced someone like that in a practice before."
"You're pretty impressive." the commissionaire looked over Kirsten with admiration.
As usual, Kirsten was oblivious.
"You're pretty awesome yourself." Kirsten responded.
Before she should stop herself, she blurted;
"Didn't think commissionaires had it in them."
The woman laughed.
"So you were there!"
Kirsten cringed.
"Yeah, I was."
"I thought you looked familiar. You were near the start line, up about 4 rows weren't you?"
"Yeah, that was me."
"I thought you said we never met before."
"Well...technically we haven't."
"I guess so." The woman looked thoroughly amused by this. "Well I'm going to hit the showers myself. That was great. As good as sex."
Kirsten felt her world totter.
Did she mean that as a hint or was she just being funny? Kirsten didn't know what to make if it, but she quietly followed the woman to the dressing room.
Kirsten peeled off the layers of sweaty biking gear when she noticed the commissionaire start to remove hers. Slightly damp and smooth skin became visible. Kirsten yanked her focus away before the woman had a chance to turn around and see her staring.
She pulled herself into the shower stall without another glance. She adjusted the water to a nice steaming warm. She had never been one for cold showers. They just sucked.
Before she could lock the door behind her, it swung open. The woman came in and locked the door behind her.
Kirsten felt herself blush deeply. Her muscles showed through her skin. She could see all the strength that had nearly beaten her, that had picked her up and set her back down on the track. She felt a twinge in her crotch.
The woman pushed Kirsten back against the cold shower wall. Kirsten utter a small gasp in surprise. Their faces drew ever nearer.
"So...why were you staring at me today...and why were you staring at me at that race?"
Kirsten gulped and blushed ferociously. The woman's nude body was pressed against hers, forcing her into the wall. She wasn't at her mercy, but she wasn't about to push her back.
"Sorry, but..."
Kirsten felt overpowered the woman's scent.
"Tell me..." the woman said in a slightly aggressive whispering tone that make Kirsten's crotch nearly catch on fire.
"I don't know. I just couldn't keep my eyes off you. You seemed so strong, confident...beautiful."
"And when you saw me tonight..."
"I had kind of pushed it all in the back of my mind. When I saw you tonight it resurfaced. Sorry..."
"I thought it was cute the way you looked at me from the stands. You hide it very well for the first little while, but after an hour or so I could tell...you were staring at me because you wanted me."
Their foreheads were touching, mouths hanging slightly open. The way the woman said this wasn't overconfident. It was like she had been looking for Kirsten too...like Kirsten had kind of looked for her. Their eyes met. The two women found themselves caught in a web of passion together.
"I do want you," Kirsten drew in a deep breath when she felt the woman's breath hit her lips. "I don't know why you were always in the back of my head. I don't even know your..."
The woman placed her finger over Kirsten's lips silencing her.
"And I want you. I don't know why you were always in the back of my head either. There was something about the way you looked at me. I never saw it well because I was looking at you from the corner of my eye."
Their lips got even closer and their eyes locked even tighter.
"I clearly see that look now." She softly whispered into Kirsten's ear. "You win."
Kirsten felt her stomach lurch. The woman moved her finger away from Kirsten's lips. Passionately, their lips collided.
Kirsten moaned in delight.
Their hands ran down each other's wet bodies. The steam of the shower covered them in a warm layer of arousal. Kirsten felt herself part the woman's lips with her tongue and ferociously kiss her. The woman responded with the same strength that had been what had attracted Kirsten to her in the first place. Her arm tightly grasped Kirsten behind her back.
Was this really happening? How did this happen? And she spotted me in the crowd that day? How is that possible? I want this to last forever, but I know it won't. It can't. Can it?
Suddenly, all the questions left Kirsten's head as the woman began to kiss down her body. There was confidence, power, strength and passion all in the air and neither of them could distinguish between them anymore. It felt as though the room around them dissolved. It was just them holding each other while water dripped all over. It was like they had found what they wanted for years and never wanted to let go again.
Kirsten ran her fingers through the soft brown, now wet curls that may have attributed to the attraction in the first place. She threw her head back as the woman began to tend to her breasts.
"Oh my God," she heaved between moans. "How do you know exactly where to touch?"
"I don't." Heavy breathing fell into Kirsten's stomach.
She stroked up Kirsten's back. Kirsten felt her legs give out with the electric shock that shot through her. Strong arms caught her and sat her down on the shower floor. The woman mounted her, tilted Kirsten's head up and kissed her passionately. They began to unknowingly grind against one another.
"But I do know your weakness is my strength."
Kirsten shivered. She was being dominated, but she didn't care. The woman wasn't making her feel inferior by doing so. In fact, it felt as though she was practically worshiping her. The woman explored every possible inch of skin before she even hinted towards Kirsten's crotch. By that point, they were both on fire in heat. Kirsten knew that if she looked into the woman's eyes again, it was all the signal she needed to go in for the kill. She wasn't about to let her get away with it though.
Without a glance and without warning, Kirsten extended her arm and plunged her fingers into the soft, warm and throbbing slit of her partner's.
She threw her head back in a loud moan, then looked back into Kirsten's eyes with absolute urgency that right now was the moment for them to completely lose themselves to one another. That moan made Kirsten agree completely. Their lips locked and Kirsten felt her partner's fingers slide inside her.
They slowly began to thrust into one another. Kirsten thought that it was almost too much already...but they were far from over. The two woman moaned with pleasure as they kiss, licked and nibbled on one another. They began to get more furious with their lovemaking. Their eyes locked on one another, their foreheads seemed to be stuck together with super glue. Kirsten caressed the beautiful body of the woman who was giving her all to her in passion. In response, Kirsten felt fingernails drag down her back.
"Take me." Kirsten found herself whispering.
"With pleasure." The gorgeous woman responded.
Now the two women were rapidly plunging their fingers in and out of one another. They felt the edge of oblivion come quick. Never had either woman wanted anything so bad, and they couldn't explain why that was the case. Never had Kirsten felt this attached to a past partner and she could tell by looking into her current partner's eyes...she felt the same. It was like reading a completely open book.
They both felt and earth shattering jolt as they both came. They screamed with pleasure.
If there was still a janitor or someone in the hallway outside, they were most defiantly heard. But neither of them cared. They collapsed into each other's arms in exhaustion. Lovingly, they caressed one another in the warm and gently spray of the shower head.
Kirsten smiled.
"Was that what I get for winning? She giggled.
"Well that bike ride was as good as sex," the brunette said with a smile. "But your love just now...was way beyond that."
For the next little while, the two women spent time carefully washing one another. They barely spoke a word, but then again, neither felt like they had too.
I can't say that I'm in love with her. Kirsten thought to herself. But since the day I saw her I felt like I needed her. I don't understand...
They stepped out of the shower some time later feeling completely refreshed and renewed. Kirsten watched as the woman slowly dressed herself. Again, before Kirsten could stop herself, she blurted;
"Do you want to get coffee or lunch sometime?"
Her partner smile, came over and kissed her on the check lovingly.
"I think after that you would know that I'm interested in getting to know you very well." She responded. "Besides, if someone can read me like you just did without any prompting, I don't want to lose her. I don't want you to disappear again."
"Agreed. Took me forever to find you."
They exchanged numbers and walked out to the parking lot.
I was a slightly warm summer night with the stars out in full force over the Velodrome. They had some home managed to park beside one another. They took each other in their arms.
"Coffee tomorrow?" the commissionaire asked.
"Would love to," Kirsten responded. "Though we should slow down the rest of this...just in case."
"Agreed...but I'll still have a hard time sleeping tonight."
"Same for me."
They kissed passionate as the crickets sang in the fields around the bike track. It seemed like the universe was telling them that they were in the right hands.
"Good night." She whispered
"Good night." She responded
Then they got into their cars, waved and headed out.
Halfway home, Kirsten picked up her cellphone and texted to the number;
"I'm a dumbass. I never got your name. I'm Kirsten."
Less than 30 seconds later, a response;
"Lauren. I had a great time tonight. I can't wait to see what else is in store for us."
FIN