31 comments/ 85664 views/ 84 favorites Teen Swimmin' Dream By: KrisKrossedUp Katrina's arms splashed as she pulled her way through the pool, leading the other swimmers. Her head came up every three strokes, and she drew quick, deep breaths. As she reached the end of the lane, she flipped underwater, pushing against the cold tile to make her way back to the other side. Each of these motions, completed thousands of times, were automatic, polished to precision. She was something more than a machine, more than a natural. On a good day, when everything felt just right, she rode the water, called it, harnessed it, mastered it. Today felt like a good day. Maybe, just this once, it would be enough. As she made her final strokes in the water, adrenaline raged through her body and she surged forward. The water whooshed past her faster than she'd ever managed, like she'd start skimming over the water at any moment. With a final stretch, her fingertips stabbed the tile and a buzzer sounded. Had she? Finally? She jerked her head above the water, already pealing away her foggy goggles. Heart racing, ears ringing with her own pulse and the echoing throb of the crowd, Katrina looked up at the scoreboard, at the winner's name. It wasn't hers. Her face fell as the parade of slower swimmers only now gasped out their last few meters. Katrina couldn't hear them because they didn't matter. Only the girl's name above hers mattered. Katrina, beaten once again by Andrea Key, fumed. Though their times were milliseconds apart, Katrina had never been first. Close second was second place all the same. Her coach ran up to her platform, gibbering with hands held high above his head of unruly gray hair. Well, he looked happy at least. Katrina smiled at him, swallowing her pride, and leaned over to Andrea in the lane next door. "Great race, as always, Andy." Andrea glanced over and smiled, looking beautiful, even in her swim cap. "Back at you, Rina," she said sweetly. Then she looked away, leaning over to the girl in the lane on the other side of her. It left Katrina leaning over the lane divider and feeling stupid. She wanted to scream. Whenever she complimented Andrea, it was never quite returned. Andrea just couldn't be bothered. With a grunt, Katrina hoisted herself out of the pool. Her coach wrapped a towel around her and went on rambling about the race, already plotting the next one. She let him talk. It was the last race of the day, and Katrina's breaths were heavy, muscles already aching. She never held back in a race, and tended to suffer the consequences. Her swimsuit was starting to crawl up her butt and aggravation crept up behind it. Katrina left her coach's chattering behind her at the locker room door. Having a male coach had its upside; they were easily ditched. She dried herself with the towel, tugged off her swim cap, and let her long, dirty blonde hair fall free to drip while she pulled sweats over her swimsuit. She dressed quickly. The tall, curvy, muscular body that might be a blessing in the water was nothing Katrina felt especially proud of on dry land. "Medal ceremony in five minutes, girls!" one of the race supervisors chirped into the locker room. Katrina slipped into her shoes and shook out her hair with the towel. She leaned her head back onto the lockers, and for the first time since climbing out of the pool, she just breathed. The air did wonders. The feel of the locker's cold metal against the back of her head soothed her too. Swimming was her life; there was hardly ever a moment to rest. It was all she ever thought about, all she ever did. The other girls in the locker room were chatting about boys and school, but Katrina sat thinking about her last finish. Second place again. Yet another silver medal like just about every other medal her mother hung in the living room. It was getting so she couldn't see their bright shine anymore, just the wretched gray beneath. Andrea and one of her toadies breezed into the locker room. "I wish I could finish every race like you, Andrea. I think everyone wishes they could," the sidekick gushed. Katrina nearly slammed her head back against the lockers. Did everyone have to suck up to little miss perfect? So she could swim a hair faster than most. Big deal. You'd think the girl was running across the water the way people fussed. At the two-minute warning, Katrina dragged her stiffening body out to the pool again. Another race-supervisor ushered her onto the second-place step, next to Andrea. Katrina would have fit better on the first place step—she was nearly the same height as Andrea even when Andrea was propped up a foot higher. Katrina smiled and waved, not exactly knowing to whom she waved—maybe the photographers, maybe her family if they had managed to pile all the kids in the car. Screw the waving and smiling, Katrina thought. She just wanted to hide under the podium and cry. Once the award ceremony was over, Katrina raced back to the locker room and grabbed her bag. As she walked toward the back exit, she looked down to dig out her car keys. She jumped when she crashed into a small, soft body. She looked up and began an apology, "I'm so sorr—" It was Andrea. And Andrea was stooped over, changing, the straps of her blue suit dangled off her shoulders, nearly exposing breasts too round, too smooth, to perfect to be real. Katrina's breath hitched and her tired legs wobbled; she braced herself against the lockers. Andrea's startled eyes met hers, brown locks tumbling across her forehead. Andrea straightened up smoothly, hands frozen mid-undress. She looked loose, relaxed even, as if she hadn't just raced flat-out all morning. No, little Andrea Key glowed. Katrina's jealousy bubbled up from her gut. It was momentary; that heat cooled when her gaze lingered at Andrea's chest. The tops of her small breasts were visible. They swelled pertly. Her nipples were hard underneath her swimsuit, thrusting their stiff peaks into the stretchy fabric. If only I'd been a minute later. I might have seen— Katrina shook her head to chase that thought away. The motion swung wet hair across her face, and she pushed herself off the lockers. Why am I staring? I shouldn't be— What would happen if the other girls realized? They'd call me a lesbian, a dyke. They'd chase me from the locker room. But fuck! Katrina eyes flitted up to Andrea's face and she braced for the curses and insults that teenage girls seemed to have in holsters. Instead, Andrea smiled. "Meh, it's alright." "Huh?" It's alright? Katrina mentally smacked herself. Of course Andrea wasn't talking about the alright-ness of Katrina staring at her breasts; she meant it was alright that Katrina blundered into her like a blind person. Andrea shrugged and then, incredibly, reached down and resumed pushing her swimsuit down her body as if nothing had happened. Before Katrina could gawk any more, she looked down at her own feet and scrambled away toward the exit, mumbling another, "Sorry" as she fled, face burning. That heat rushed to other places too, places it probably shouldn't have. In fact, in that brief contact Andrea had warmed Katrina's body like no one had before. Every part of her tightened, tingled, and hummed. Katrina trotted to her car, legs wobbling and hands shaking. It took three tries to slide the key into the ignition. She sped home, embarrassed at her mishmash of feelings. She wanted to hate Andrea Key. Andrea won every race, snatched up every sponsorship and scholarship—she was spoiled. But it was hard to remember that when she was so perfect: perfect stroke, perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect hair—even fresh from of a latex swim cap. Now, worst of all, obnoxiously perfect boobs. Katrina groaned. She gripped the steering wheel tighter. As she thought about seeing Andrea's tantalizing body in a swimsuit, her eyes glazed over. Andrea's breasts would be a little handful, and, looking back on it, she realized she'd felt an insane urge the moment she saw the tops of them peeking out of the suit: she wanted to reach out and feel them, touch the smooth, damp skin, the hard, puckered nipples. Katrina's mouth watered; she wanted to taste Andrea's flesh. A car horn blared. She looked up and saw the streetlight was green and pushed on the gas pedal. Get her out of your head, stupid, Katrina told herself. Pulling her car into the driveway, Katrina let out a breath that she had been holding the entire ride home. She grabbed her bag from the back seat and hurried through the November chill into the warmth of her home. The sun was setting on the seemingly endless afternoon. Chaos met her at the front door. The twins fought over the videogame controller, noises from the game blaring out of the television; both her older brothers slept on separate couches, homework cluttering all of the coffee table's surface; her dad, reading the paper in his easy chair, held the new baby laughing in his arms; her mother wiped her hands on her apron, walking out of the kitchen. Her mother announced that dinner would be ready soon. The family males grunted their acknowledgement. Once her mother saw Katrina standing by the front door, she called Katrina into the kitchen, excited to hear about the race. So they didn't go, Katrina lamented. She hadn't expected them to. "How did it go?" her mom asked as she sat down at the round kitchen table. "Did you win?" Katrina rolled her eyes. She had the medal hanging around her neck, so why was her mother even asking? "Second place, Mom. That's what silver means." She reached down to touch the cold medal, but her fingers didn't meet the necklace. Katrina quickly looked down, franticly feeling around her neck and under her zip-up jacket. "Oh, no," she said under her breath. Her mother gave her a confused look. The trill of the baby crying in the other room had her mom standing up and excusing herself. "I'm sorry, Rina. I'll be right back. You know how your father is with loud noises." Before her mother could finish the sentence, her dad was calling for help, along with her older brothers grumbling at the interruption in their naps. Katrina was left alone in the kitchen, wondering where her medal went. She remembered running into the locker room with it in her hand. She must have left it on the bench when she picked up her gear. Katrina huffed. Of course something like this would happen. She leapt up the stairs and dropped her bag in her room. Katrina took hold of the car keys again. Back down on the main floor, she told her mom, "I left my medal at the pool. I need to go back." Her mom was rocking the baby. She nodded and she put her index finger to her pursed lips in a plea for quiet. Katrina nodded back and opened the front door, stepping into the chilly breeze. The car rumbled to a start and brought Katrina back to the pool. Katrina walked through the front doors and smiled at the receptionist. "Congratulations, Rina," the blonde woman offered politely. It was a sweet sentiment that nonetheless made Katrina cringe inside. "Thank you. Is the locker room still open?" "No," the blonde said. "Did you need something?" "Yeah, I think I must have forgot my goggles." When the blonde's eyes darted over to the 'sale' rack on the other side of the lobby, indicating many other professional-grade goggles, Katrina amended, "My lucky goggles." The blonde's polite smile thinned. "Well, I guess I'll open it for you." She pushed out of her chair and led the way to the back of the facility. "All you swimmers are so superstitious." She opened the door and Katrina walked through it, saying her thanks. The blonde nodded. "Just exit through the back. That door locks automatically. I'll lock this one behind you." Katrina immediately went to her locker, but didn't find the medal there. She spent ten minutes searching the laundry hamper full of towels and other forgotten items left on benches and the floor. Nothing. In desperation, she walked into the shower room and stopped dead in her tracks. Andrea was showering. She should have been long gone by now, but here she was, completely naked, her back turned, facing the water. She was humming something as she stroked beneath one arm. Katrina wanted to walk back into the locker area, but her feet wouldn't listen. Her eyes were transfixed on Andrea's wet, naked body. Good Lord, she had beautiful skin, ivory and smooth. The view of her sleek ass was enough to make Katrina weak. She'd never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful. Her heart fluttered as she continued to stare. The door to the shower room shut softly behind Katrina, barely audible above the pounding in her ears. The room was steamy from the hot water. Katrina was nearing a sweat. Andrea pirouetted slowly on her toes, dancing to the beat she hummed. The water washed down her back, and she dipped her head back to let it rinse her hair. Her arms came up as she ran fingers through her hair. And there they were, her breasts, rising and falling as she breathed. They were just as incredible as they had been in Katrina's imagination, smooth, topped with rosy nipples still tight, even in the hot water cascading down around them. Her stomach was flat, with an inward curve at the waist. Her belly button was shallow and absolutely kissable. Katrina gulped as she took in the enticing landing-strip cut into Andrea's pubic hair. She licked her lips, imagining that Andrea would taste like sweet honey... or would it be strawberries? Fireworks exploded in Katrina's stomach. Andrea reached blindly for a bar of soap behind her. She found it and began to lather her body, rubbing the soap down her breasts and stomach. As she reached the juncture of her thighs, she let the soap fall to the floor. She spread her legs, and her hands skidded down between. She began touching herself. Katrina, dizzied by the suddenly lewd act, stifled a gasp. It was definitely time to leave. And yet she stayed. Andrea's fingers moved harder and faster, one hand spreading, the other gliding between her lips, slicking up and down, rubbing urgently. Her mouth formed a silent circle and her hips thrust up to meet her working hand. Then, finally, she released a deep, long moan, shuddering as rode out her self-served pleasure. Katrina's mouth fell open and she let out a short, harsh breath, her chest collapsing. Andrea opened her eyes suddenly, and dropped her hand. Only a few feet apart, they stood staring at one another. Andrea paled. "I, uh, thought everyone left," she said softly as she knelt to pick up the fallen soap. She looked mortified. Obviously, she'd hoped to keep what she'd been doing private. For the second time in less than an hour, Katrina lowered her head and looked at her feet. "I didn't, I mean, I wasn't trying to," she stuttered. "My medal, um..." Why can't I finish a frickin' thought? "You forgot it," Andrea rescued her. She'd crossed her arms over her chest and cocked one knee across her front. It was an attempt at modesty that only made her look that much more adorable. "I put it in my locker so no one would take it. I'll get it for you when I'm done, if you want." Andrea's eyebrows merged when Katrina only blinked in response. Her full, pink lips pursed. "Or did you need to borrow my soap?" The strange offer made Katrina rock back on her heels. "Uh, no. I'm good. I'll just wait in the locker room." But as Katrina turned to flee, Andrea crossed the distance and grabbed her arm, turning her around again. She was several inches shorter than Katrina and looked up into Katrina's eyes. Her mouth opened, splitting her overripe lips. With her arms away from her chest again, Katrina's eyes flew back to Andrea's pale breasts and their delicate sway with each of Andrea's motions. Katrina's free hand tugged nervously at her loose, dirty-blonde ponytail. She longed to touch Andrea's beautiful nutmeg hair and, well, her anything, really. God, look at, you. You're barely real. Real people don't look like this. Andrea's lean, toned legs were still coated with lather, and whatever else, dripping from the apex. Katrina blinked and forced her eyes back up. Katrina's interest must have been more apparent than she realized because Andrea stepped closer now, leaving only inches between them. Slowly, but without warning or permission, Andrea leaned in. She planted a short and sweet kiss onto Katrina's lips. Her tiny wet breasts pressed into Katrina's chest, still covered by an almost-dry swimsuit and jacket, soaking both. Eyes blue and earnest, she leaned in again, and pressed her lips harder onto Katrina's. At this point Katrina was just trying to keep up as Andrea stepped closer and opened her mouth, her tongue eased across Katrina's lips, seeking entry. This isn't real. There was no way a girl like Andrea would kiss another girl, much less a tall, awkward one. But Katrina opened her lips anyway, feeling the smaller girl's tongue sneak in and explore. Katrina expected to taste pool water, or anything other than the fruity nectar that washed in; Andrea's mouth was amazing. Andrea pressed herself against Katrina further. Her arms wrapped around Katrina's neck, a leg twining around Katrina's. A moan, much like the one Andrea had let out earlier when she was touching herself, slipped into Katrina's mouth. Oddly enough, that little moan helped, flipped a switch of some kind in Katrina's head. She wants this, wants me. Andrea's into girls too! She urged Andrea backwards until her back met with the shower wall. Andrea jerked when her skin hit the cold tile and she broke their kiss. The hot shower water cascaded over Katrina's fully clothed body. Katrina giggled and swept water from her eyes. The water drenched her hair and clothes, but she didn't care. She picked up Andrea's leg and pushed harder into the wall, holding her up. Their lips merged again, harder, hungrier. Katrina began to kiss Andrea back with all her might. The excitement and adrenaline from the swim meet was nothing compared to the feel of Andrea's hot body pressed against hers. Katrina could hardly breathe, but she didn't care. She loved rubbing her hands over Andrea's smooth skin, feeling the heat of the water pound against her head, kissing Andrea's soft pink lips. Feeling secure in Katrina's arms, Andrea brought her own arms from around Katrina's neck to zip down the jacket. As soon as the jacket revealed Katrina's shoulders, sliding down to pool around her elbows, Andrea nearly ripped her swimsuit straps down, dragging them off to meet the jacket. Katrina felt the cool air and warm water meet her breasts at the same time. Suddenly reality struck her. She wouldn't compare to the beautiful first-placer. This was a game: get the goofy girl naked and have a good laugh. Katrina released Andrea and jerked up her swimsuit. Nearly running out of the shower room, Katrina dropped her jacket, slid out of her shoes, and lost her balance. She slipped and fell onto the hard, wet ground, only barely breaking the fall with her hands. Andrea hurried over. "You okay, Rina?" she asked as her hand came to rest on Katrina's shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. We don't have to do anything. I just thought, well, I've seen the way you look at me sometimes and..." Andrea trailed off. Katrina's face burned. She didn't want to look at Andrea or explain why she ran. "I'm okay," Katrina mumbled, turning over and trying to get up. She managed to get her feet under her before she saw Andrea's naked form crouched so close. Then she fell straight on her butt again. Katrina was not okay. Her knees and butt hurt, she was probably redder than a tomato, and to top it off, she was hornier than she'd ever been in her life. And she felt like throwing up. "Just sit still, a minute, huh?" Andrea said with a smile. "Maybe you should consider taking off some of these wet clothes. Can you even breathe in there?" Teen Swimmin' Dream Of course I can't breathe. Not with you naked and touching me. Katrina closed her eyes and shook her head instead. "No, I'm okay like this." Better than you gaping at my oversized boobs and my man-shoulders. Or worse, the full-sized bush I've been sporting for weeks now. Andrea wasn't listening. She began pulling at the waist of Katrina's sweat pants. Katrina was so caught up with the view of Andrea's breasts jiggling as she worked down her pants that she lifted her butt off the wet ground, allowing another article of clothing to come off her body. As Andrea threw the sweats to meet the jacket in the middle of the room, she straddled Katrina's hips, sitting on her lap, putting them face to face. Katrina lost all thoughts of being ashamed or embarrassed as her eyes met the deep, earnest blues peering back at her. Andrea cupped Katrina's chin in her hands tenderly. "Better now?" she murmured. Katrina nodded dizzily. "Much." With Andrea's nude, sleek body pressed against her, a cascade of lewd urges surged through her. She wanted to lick Andrea all over, kiss her nipples, lap her pussy, run her fingers through her thick sandy hair. Katrina wanted to give in to her physical arousal and forget the part of her head that was screaming that this wasn't right, that two girls didn't do things like this. Or that she had no idea what to do next. Katrina's fingers grazed downwards, across the tight plane of Andrea's amazing stomach, curling around to her lower back. Heart beating a thousand miles-per-hour, Katrina leaned down and pressed a kiss into Andrea's collarbone. Then another one just below it. Andrea's skin was so soft and sweet. It was a drug that made her bolder. Katrina slid her hands down further to cup then squeeze Andrea's miniature ass cheeks, feeling it's firm, taut muscle as she kissed the top of one small breast. Andrea laid her hands on Katrina's shoulders, grabbing the straps of her swimsuit in fists. Katrina's kisses continued down Andrea's breast, finally reaching the aroused nipple. Andrea let out a throaty moan, pulling on Katrina's straps. Katrina suckled the nipple, first circling it with her tongue, then gently biting it and sucking it further into her mouth. Katrina almost died at the sensation of the petite nipple in her mouth. Andrea began thrusting her hips into Katrina's stomach. Her pussy needed attention. Releasing the swimsuit, Andrea pulled Katrina's face to hers and kissed her lips. Katrina squeezed Andrea's ass harder and thrust her tongue into the soft mouth on hers. "Please," panted Andrea as she pulled her mouth away, "I want to see you without this swimsuit. I've waited long enough." Again, she began tugging at the straps, shaking too much to make any progress. Katrina knew she hadn't heard right. She grabbed Andrea's struggling hands and raised one eyebrow. "Waited?" Andrea met Katrina's eyes. "Waited." "What do you mean?" Andrea looked down before bringing her gaze to Katrina's breasts beneath her swimsuit. "You're beautiful, Rina. And the way you swim. You don't know do you? What you look like? The way you move in the water? It's like poetry, Ree. Of course I've thought about you. But you never change in the locker room, never take a shower here. I've wanted you so much but haven't been able to steal so much as a peek." Her blue eyes looked back at Katrina's. Andrea's hands replaced her gaze on Katrina's breasts. Her small fingers sank into the Lycra covering Katrina's round tits. Katrina's heart was beating out of her chest. Andrea's gentle hold was intoxicating. So was her confession; the girl that always got what Katrina wanted could never get what she wanted—Katrina. Andrea's hands traveled up to the straps. "Please?" she pled. Katrina felt her throat close and all she could do was nod. Once again, the straps descended and Katrina's breasts were revealed. Katrina brought up her arms up to cover them. Andrea held Katrina's hands as she leaned in for another kiss. "I think they're beautiful, Rina. Like the rest of you," she whispered against Katrina's lips. "Do you think I could tell them how perfect they are?" Slowly, Katrina let Andrea pull her arms away. Her breasts bounced in release, and Katrina cringed. Flopping around, so gross. Andrea's didn't do that. Andrea bent closer, apparently intent on admiring what Katrina had so carefully kept hidden. She puffed a warm breath across Katrina's oversized chest. Katrina jerked at the sensation. Andrea smiled. "You okay, Rina? You seem a little tense. Nervous?" "Yeah. Just, just, um, different, is all." "From a guy? Never been with a girl, huh?" Katrina bit her lip. "Uh-uh. I've never been intimate with...either." Andrea's eyes widened, then softened. "Silly, Rina. You've been missing out. Boys have their uses, but most always," she paused to trace a finger along the rounded underside of Katrina's heavy breast, "girls are better." Andrea's hands came up to cradle Katrina's boobs. She hefted them gently in her small, warm palms, still admiring. "God, how do you swim so fast with these things? They're frickin' huge." Katrina recoiled. She brushed Andrea's hands away and covered her chest. "Quit it. If you're going to pick on me, I'll just go." Andrea cocked her head. "Pick on you? About what, your amazing body? What the hell's wrong with you?" Katrina shrugged, helplessly. "Nothing's wrong with me. It's just, this feels weird, okay?" They stared at each other for a long moment. Katrina realized for a sick, stomach-bending moment that Andrea might be considering leaving, giving up. Help me, Andy. I need more reassurance, less teasing. I still want you, can't you tell? Andrea's nose twitched shrewdly to show she'd made her decision. She reached for one of Katrina's hands and tugged it away from Katrina's body. She turned it to kiss softly at Katrina's palm. "Does this feel weird?" she murmured. "No." Andrea nodded and drew Katrina's hand to her chest and pressed it between her breasts. Katrina felt the heart beating beneath the sleek muscle and delicate bone. Andrea licked her plump lips. "And this? Weird?" "No." Andrea nodded again and slid Katrina's hand to her breast. She smirked when Katrina gave it a gentle squeeze. "How about that?" "A little weird." Katrina snorted. "But in a nice way," she added hastily when Andrea gave her a short look. "Glad to hear it. Okay, I'm going to make this simple for you, Rina. I like you a lot. And I have for a while now. More importantly, I want you, want to touch you, please you. Does that sound okay?" "Yeah, I guess so." Andrea smirked. "This isn't multiple choice, Rina. We're not in school." "Andy?" Katrina leaned forward and mashed her lips to Andrea's. It was Andrea's turn to look surprised as Katrina's hand found the back of her neck to pull her tighter. When they came up for air finally, Andrea's arms slipped around and hugged her tightly. "So you're good? We're good?" she asked into Katrina's shoulder. "I think so, yeah. Thanks for being patient." "Meh, you're worth it." She stroked Katrina's back before pulling away. "So can I check out your boobs some more?" She wiggled her eyebrows goofily. Katrina snorted and leaned back. "Yes. I'd like that very much." Andrea stooped forward to address her chest. "You're gorgeous," Andrea whispered to one then the other. "You too." Her tongue flicked out to dab at each of the stiffened, thick nipples. "So pink, so soft." She pulled one between her lips and suckled, just as Katrina had done. Katrina arched her back and moaned. She grabbed Andrea's hips, pulling them closer. Andrea continued sucking and helped shuck Katrina's swimsuit off until they were both gloriously naked, bodies pressed together, smooth flesh to smooth flesh. Katrina leaned her back down onto the floor, taking Andrea with her. She began running her hands through Andrea's drying hair. Releasing the nipple with a final suck, Andrea shimmied down Katrina's torso. She kissed Katrina's belly button and the faint blonde hairs leading down to the soft tuft below. Andrea's kisses trailed downward to the top of her mound. Every muscle in Katrina's body tensed, a mix of arousal and anxiety. Kissing and groping was one thing, but Andrea was headed much further now. Andrea paused. "You okay up there?" "Sort of," Katrina said thickly. Andrea stroked her stomach and looked up patiently. "What's wrong now?" "I don't shave, you know, down there. I know it's gross and probably makes you not want to go anywhere near—" Andrea shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Nothing on you is gross. You're gorgeous head to toe." She eased Katrina's legs apart and continued licking toward the center of her body. Katrina let out a choked, shaky moan. The sensation was incredible. Katrina felt Andrea's delicate fingers spread the lips of her pussy apart, and she stopped breathing. When Andrea grazed Katrina's clit with her nimble little tongue, Katrina jerked and hissed a strangled, "Jesus." Andrea chuckled from below then sucked her clit into her mouth gently, moaning out her own hunger as she did it. Evidently, she loved the way Katrina tasted. She freed Katrina's clit to dip her tongue into the small opening below. She drilled her tongue further and further into the tight hole, giggling again when Katrina shuddered beneath her. She paused long enough to lick her first finger then began to ease it inside Andrea's slick entrance. She met the tell-tale resistance quickly and jerked her hand free again. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were, uh," she apologized. Katrina lifted her head to look down. "Why did you stop?" "I thought I might have hurt you." "No. It felt amazing. Do it again." "You sure?" Katrina stroked the side of Andrea's head and smirked. "Don't make me beg. It's not lady-like." "If you're sure. But, um, it could get, you know, a little messy down here." Katrina shrugged. "I don't mind a little messy if you don't." "Messy is my favorite," Andrea snickered then sucked her middle finger into her mouth to wet it. She bent to her work again, parting Katrina's dripping lips, and stealing a few quick licks at the tight little bud of Katrina's clit before swirling her middle finger in lazy circles at Katrina's entrance again. She probed gently at the gossamer barrier to Katrina's depths. She tested its stretch while crawling up to kiss Katrina. Their lips met and Katrina moaned, "Deeper." She shoved her tongue into Andrea's mouth, so aroused it pained her. Her hips began meeting Andrea's probing, urging her further. Andrea kissed Katrina's neck, and sucked at the flushed skin. "Careful," Andrea murmured into her throat. "If you keep moving your hips like that, I might pop your cherry." Katrina's movements stilled. Andrea's did too, though her hand remained. "I'm sorry," Andrea backpeddled. "I won't if you don't want me to." Katrina felt the tenderness of the light blue eyes that searched her face. Andrea really did care. And isn't that the idea? To share this moment with someone who cares about you? Katrina nodded. "Please," she said as her hips started to move again. "I'd like it if it was you." "You sure?" Andrea said. "I mean, I'm going to be the one. Numero uno. It's kind of a big thing. You'll be remembering us here, like this, for the rest of your life. " Katrina's half smile was a mix of courage and long felt, unmet need. "I think I'd like that." Andrea nodded then began delving her finger deeper and more urgently than before, testing the limits of Katrina's doomed virginity. She resumed suckling at Katrina's neck. "More," Katrina groaned between kisses. She brought her hands to hold the sides of Andrea's face. "Seriously, more," she pled. Andrea's finger continued driving in and out, but not quite enough. She chuckled. "More what?" "Don't know," Katrina shuddered. "More everything. More this. Please." Andrea nodded again and her first finger joined her middle, never losing her steady rhythm. It was enough to drive Katrina insane. Whatever it was she craved, it needed to happen deeper inside and Andrea wasn't reaching it. Katrina balled her hands into fists and jerked her hips up off the floor. It drove Andrea's fingers deep, deep inside and Katrina felt the tiny wet tear of her childhood departing. It was worth it. That deep craving, that hunger, gulped at Andrea's fingertips. "Oh. My. God," Katrina eeked out as she shuddered and came, flashes detonating behind her eyelids as her hips danced in tight circles around Andrea's hand. When Katrina's hips finally came back to rest against the floor, Andrea slowed her fingers and slid down Katrina's body, kissing her stomach and hip bones, and finally her warm, wet center. Pink trickled onto the wet floor and coated Andrea's fingers. "You okay? Want me to keep going?" Andrea whispered. "Yeah," Katrina responded weakly, raising her head from the hard ground. "Little more?" Her greedy hips pushed against Andrea's fingers. Andrea kissed her way around the outer lips of Katrina's pussy. Over and over she kissed, keeping in time with her fingers. She rose to her knees, ass in the air, and began toying at her own pussy with her other hand, rolling her clit in a circular motion. Katrina moaned as she saw Andrea masturbating, glad that the other girl was aroused as much as she was. She stretched her arms and legs out onto the floor, spread-eagled and open now. Andrea could do as she pleased. Andrea continued licking and toying, her nimble tongue and clever fingers twisting this way and that. Katrina looked down at her little brunette's head in amazement. Okay, clearly you've done this a lot. But at least one of us knows what we're doing. She let her head rest on the floor again as a fresh tingle begin curling in her middle. The tingle in Katrina's middle spiraled deeper and deeper, corkscrewing madly. Katrina thrust up, chasing the next peak hurdling towards her. Andrea's thrusting fingers began to squelch rudely. "Andy, uh, I'm going to," Katrina choked out. Andrea murmured, her mouth full of pussy, "S'ok, schweetie. Cum for me. I want to see you really cum." Katrina shook her head limply. No, "cum" isn't big enough to describe what's about to happen here in a minute. "Shatter" is probably better. I'm going to fly apart, right here on the floor of a locker room. Katrina lost feeling in her fingers in toes. Hands and feet were next. Then arms and legs. Her scalp prickled numbly. In a detached sort of way, some part of Katrina was a little worried. Is it supposed to be like this? It was as if Andrea was reading her mind. "It's okay, Rina," she cooed softly into Katrina's mound. "My pretty, pretty Rina. It's okay. Just let it take you. Don't fight it. Let go. Let go, honey." Her tongue whirled circles around Katrina's engorged nipple. So Katrina listened to what the little pretty dark-haired girl said and she let go, let it happen, let the feelings overwhelm her senses. For several long seconds there was only squelching and licking and panting and the desperate scratching of Katrina's numb fingers clawing at the bare tile floor. At last, Katrina's pitched squeal broke the quiet. "Andeeeeeeee!" Her cry was long and taut as her climax, untethered, unchained, thundered down and through her. Wet, white fire shot through her limbs, burning away the strange numbness. It was beyond, outside, anything she'd felt in her life. "Whoa," Andrea gasped as her fingers were doused in a thicker, warmer liquid. She reacted on pure instinct, darting her head down to where her fingers still twirled and thrust. She pressed her face between Katrina's herking-jerking legs and gulped greedily, drowning in the potent blend of copper and sweet honey. As she licked and swallowed, Andrea felt her own body twitching in sympathy. She hunched into the heel of her own hand. She thrust her twined fingers completely into Katrina's spasming depths as she came on her own hand, burying her face in Katrina's pussy to muffle her scream. They both lay spent on the shower floor, catching their breath. "Well, we picked an excellent place to get dirty. Don't have to go far to clean up," Andrea croaked. Katrina chuckled, still light-headed with post-orgasmic bliss. "As soon as I can get up. Assuming my legs work again. Ever." Andrea snorted as she shimmied up to rest her head on Katrina's shoulder. "Or we could just lay like this for a while longer." Andrea snuggled into Katrina, pressing her entire body to the side of Katrina's and throwing her leg over Katrina's stomach. Katrina's smile grew, and she placed a kiss at the top of Andrea's wet head. They lay like that until the lights in the shower room shut off. Windowless, the room went pitchblack. Both girls shrieked. Katrina got up once she felt the head on her shoulder absent, and rushed to the shower room door. She ran into the back of Andrea's body. All four hands were grasping the handle and flung the door open. As they burst into the locker room, they were laughing. And naked. The fresh light made Katrina feel self-conscious all over again. She quickly covered herself with her hands as best she could. She then remembered that all her clothes were soaked on the shower room floor. Just perfect. She had nothing to go home in; she had left her other clothes in her bag now lying on the floor of her room. Andrea must have read the worry on Katrina's face. "I have an extra pair of shorts and a hoodie, if you want it. Oh, and your medal, forgetty-pants." She stole a flirty pinch at Katrina's exposed backside. Katrina relaxed and let her arms fall. No point in being insecure. She seemed more than appreciative a few minutes ago. "Thanks," Katrina said. "But, I think I should grab my stuff from the shower before someone finds it in the morning." Andrea laughed. "Good idea. Go clean up the evidence. I'll hold the door open for you so you can see." Andrea walked to the door, still naked, and opened it, expecting Katrina to run in and run out. Yet, once again, Katrina's anxiety kicked in. "Maybe I should hold the door and you run in. I don't exactly want to wipeout again. My legs aren't really working right yet." "Told you girls were better," Andrea snickered. It echoed into the shower room. "Fine. I'll turn off the shower too." "Don't forget your soap," Katrina called after her. Andrea tip-toed onto the wet floor, gathered Katrina's clothes and shoes, and turned off the shower. Katrina felt like a voyeur once more, drooling over Andrea's ass when she bent over. Once out of the dark room, Andrea handed Katrina her clothes and shoes. "Thank you," Katrina mumbled, using the clothes to cover her more completely. She walked back over to the bench in the middle of the room and sat, waiting for the dry, clean clothes Andrea offered. Andrea went to her bag and reached in, giving Katrina another beautiful view of her blemish-free rear. Everything about Andrea was perfect, even her little ass. After a few moments of shuffling, Andrea turned around. Immediately Katrina's eyes darted up, hoping to avoid being caught staring. But from the curl on Andrea's lips, she'd noticed. Andrea handed Katrina the shorts and hoodie with the gold medal on top. Leaning down and kissing Katrina's half-open, surprised lips, Andrea said, "You won tonight, Rina. Those sensors are full of shit; I saw you touch first. Now that we're evenly matched, I'm kind of looking forward to the next meet. And the after party in the locker room too, if you feel like trying this again. 'Kay?" "Yeah, uh, yeah." Katrina nodded, trying to take in the weight and shine of the gold medal in her hands and the keen glint in Andrea's light blue eyes at the same time. Teen Swimmin' Dream "Cool, see you Saturday, then." Andrea nuzzled her nose against Katrina's sweetly before pulling back with a wink and turning for the door. "Andy?" Katrina called after her. "Maybe wear your yellow suit on Saturday? It's, um, my—" "Favorite." Andrea whirled and chuckled darkly as she walked backwards. "I know. I know. It barely covers my ass, you big perv." Katrina shrugged as innocently as she could manage. "Well, it picks up the highlights in your hair too." And, also, I'm completely in love with you. Andrea stopped when her back hit the exit door. "Fine. Yellow it is. But bring your A-game on Saturday, missy. Don't expect me to take it easy on you just because you let me see your spectacular ta-tas." She bumped the door open and was gone with wiggle of her sleek rump. Katrina protested, "They're not spec—" She gave up. On some things, it might be easier to simply let Andrea win. *** A special thanks to ElenaMaple and PacoFear. I feel as though you both wrote this story as much as I did. I couldn't have done it without you.