PWP

Synopsis by JL Nicky:  Propositioned by a straight couple and voted plain Jane in school, Belinda thought her life could only go up. Thankfully, after declining the straight adventure she takes a turn into her favourite fantasy. Rebecca Ellis, track star extreme, bumps into the spunky blond and feels an attraction between them she hasn’t experienced in a while. Between running the fast track and having Belinda watch with lust in her eyes, Rebecca gets a little more than revved up. Merry Damn Christmas. 

Foreword:  Yuletide and New Year greetings, Readers. I hope you’ve enjoyed the Sandbox’s offerings all year round, I know I have. Thanks to JLNicky for the synopsis (I promised to say something about her so: JL is single, wickedly funny, financially independent, looks fabulous in leather, and is manually dexterous to an incredible degree. She lives in San Francisco. Read her stories at http://www.thesandbox101.com/jlnicky_links.htm and send her an email. She’s a great writer and jolly good fun to chat to).

Shadylady is the rock we all lean on at the Sandbox so my special thanks goes to her, not just at this time of year but for everything she does to make the Sandbox such a great place. 

Comments can be sent to evecho@netscape.net

Enjoy.  [Nb: Belle=Bella=beautiful]

Fast Track
By Evecho

 

"I'm frigid." 

Belinda stabbed her chin with her spork at the statement, misplacing the strands of noodles already precariously balanced on it into her lap. Shit, shit!  

Her favourite hour of the week was not going as planned. First, Lisa interrupted her daydreaming by claiming a seat at her table, and now this. 

"Dammit, Lisa!" She wiped her chin and lowered her voice. "You don't … go around telling people that." 

Lisa didn't look repentant. "You're not people. You're a lesbian." 

This time, it was Belinda's drink that was tipped over. 

"How do you … what … " Belinda stopped herself, and tried it again slower, "I'm not going to ask how you know, but what does that have to do with…," she waved a hand in the air, "this." 

Nonchalantly enveloping her pouty lips around the straw design of the week, Lisa sipped her diet Coke slowly as if she had all the time in the world. She smacked her lips before replying. "Well, Richard says I'm not exciting enough in bed." 

"What does he mean by that?"  

"He says I'm frigid and it's affecting his ability." 

"And?" Belinda didn't see the issue.  

The Coke can was slammed onto the table. Luckily it was empty. "What do you think?" Lisa glared at her. Were all lesbians so stupid? She couldn't believe she was seeking a favour from plain-Belle. Disdainfully, she noted again the shaggy blonde hair framing Belinda's cherubic face, which didn't even have the grace of a hint of makeup. God, she was plain. Lisa jealously ignored the smooth vitality of Belinda's complexion and the intriguing palette of her hazel green eyes, planting her disdain instead on her unremarkable fashion sense and general dorkiness. 

Belinda jumped at the crack of the can and eyed Lisa's inch long nails that were now curling menacingly around the tin. Woeing her luck today, she pushed aside her plate and waited at the mercy of her inclement visitor. She had grown up among the very pretty and feminine 'A' crowd in high school, of which Lisa belonged, but was relegated to the fringe of her peers because she wasn't hip, rich or beautiful enough. She had been on cloud nine when she moved to college. Here, she could thrive, pursue and explore to her heart's content. Unfortunately, the few ex-classmates who were admitted to the same college felt it was necessary for them all to stick together, even if they had never spoken to each other in school. 

"I thought all boys were horn-dogs around you?" That earned her a snarl and the can was slowly being crushed for her sins. 

"So," Belinda gulped, "what can I do to help?" 

"Well," Lisa flipped back her own lustrous curls, "Richard says we should try a few things." 

"We?" 

"Yes, we. Did you think he would leave me by myself? Richard says we'll do whatever it takes to get me to enjoy sex again." 

Belinda really didn’t want to hear this but she was stuck. "I thought he was the one who couldn't … you know." 

"Belinda, shut up." Lisa just about rolled her eyes. Instead, she smiled condescendingly. "Look, I know we haven't been the best of friends." 

Belinda almost fell off her seat at the declaration. 

"But, you know, in high school, everyone talked about your kindness and your helpfulness..."  

They did? Belinda squinted suspiciously at Lisa, who was trailing her nails on the tabletop. The potential use of those talons almost made her shiver. 

"Anyway, I really need your help on this. Richard says you’re the best person." Lisa finally pleaded with doleful eyes. 

"You want my help?" Belinda pointed at herself. "What on earth could I do that would possibly help you with  …" An idea of what Richard probably had in mind for them made her shake her head violently. "Oohh, no. No no no no. No." Gathering her trash, Belinda scooted her bum over the bench to escape as quickly as possible.  She should have known something hinky was up when Lisa made nice.  

"Hey, you think this is easy for me?" Lisa cried out. "You're not the one who will lose her boyfriend or reputation by sleeping with a girl." 

Belinda shot back, "I'm not the one who's frigid." She immediately regretted it when Lisa's face crumpled. 

"I'm sorry." She felt awful. It wasn't Lisa's fault that her boyfriend was a jerk. "You know, you might think that my girlfriend would be cheesed off that you asked me." 

Lisa mumbled loudly, "You don't have a girlfriend. I checked." 

"Gee, thanks." What else did Lisa know, and how easy was it to get that sort of information? 

"It's not like you're the hottest lesbian on campus."  

No, that would be Rebecca, Belinda thought. The object of her crush was never far from her mind. It was the main reason she chose to eat at the cafeteria nearest to the sports pavilion. Aside from the abundant, unblocked sunshine this tenth grid of campus received, it was also prime jock watching territory. And for Belinda, Rebecca Ellis was the hottest athlete of them all. 

Tall, proud-length of black hair, and a million dollar smile that could melt her fans, Rebecca's light blue eyes topped a crowd-stopping physique that captured everyone's attention. She was the recruitment girl for the sports student body last year but Belinda never forgot how she looked; beckoning from the posters, banners and flyers around campus. Belinda had secretly taken down a poster and blue tacked it across from her bed, the largest addition to the pile of features and articles on Rebecca that she had collected. It was impossible not to follow her successes nor be struck by her beauty in a way that sent shivers through Belinda each time she studied that strong face staring probingly back at her. 

"It's a wonder you can stand to sit with me," she said sarcastically. Nope, Rebecca "Hard Body" Ellis would only remain in her dreams. Spandex suited, short vested, naked, between her legs … 

"I didn't mean you weren't cute," Lisa tried to mend her faux pas. This favour was really hurting her brain. "You're um fit, and funny and caring. I heard about the girl you rescued last semester." 

Belinda tugged her ear. "That was nothing. I just held her hand till the medics arrived." It was a case of party drug gone wrong. The girl was spasming and retching in the bushes under Belinda’s feet as she sneaked out of the same party. 

"I heard she could have died if you hadn't found her." Lisa injected awe into her voice. 

“Maybe. Boyfriend gave her the drug.” Belinda shrugged at the stupidity of some people. 

"Richard would never do anything to hurt me." Lisa said guilelessly. "And I just want to make him happy." I can't believe I'm begging her. 

“Why me? Why not someone else, like Rebecca Ellis?" 

“That dyke? She’s so butch. Richard doesn’t like her” 

What does that make me?

"He just wants to watch."  

"Huh? Yes! Exactly." Belinda's index finger stalled in the air as confusion intercepted her train of thought. Was she overreacting? Lisa seemed willing to try this, would if she herself could find someone who would do anything for her. 

Castigating herself for even considering the proposal, Belinda said, "I like women, Lisa, but not enough to just do it with any woman who asks me to."

Well, maybe one woman, and she wouldn't even have to ask. Belinda imagined Rebecca crooking an expressive eyebrow at her and her clothes would have dropped instantly. 

“Have you ever been with a man?” 

Belinda couldn’t get Rebecca’s slick sweaty, muscle tensing, body out of my head. “Hmm? Been where?" 

“To bed. Have sex. Like normal people.” 

“If I were “normal”, you wouldn’t be asking me to do this.”  

“Well, excuse me, Ms Choosy. I don’t see a line of women outside your door. You think you’ll get a better offer than me?” 

Belinda’s self-esteem bobbed with every minute in Lisa’s company. The other blonde was gorgeously made up, coiffed and alluring - in a heterosexual kind of way – in a boob top and tiny skirt. Whatever mojo Lisa put out seemed to be working as Belinda noted the men who watched their table. A surge of teenage inadequacy eager to bask in the company of the homecoming queen had allowed Lisa to sit at her table, blinding Belinda for a second to the buried memories of a high school experience made arduous by Lisa and her gang. But in the next moment, when Belinda’s grown up self had reasserted her confidence, it was too late to uninvite, or escape the blow of being told that she was not only a loser single lesbian but that she was easy pickings for a straight couple, and that she ought to be grateful for it! 

Belinda hunched a little more over her plate. She had had enough of feeling like a second class person again. Sighing, she scratched her tingling neck and reached for her straw hat. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lisa demanded shrilly. 

Belinda jammed the hat on her head, the fine lattice of the weave spotted sunlight on her face and distracted from her annoyed expression. “Anywhere but here.” 

“What will I tell Richard?” 

“Tell him …” Belinda paused in gathering her bag and her thoughts. “Tell him to rent a video or go to a gay bar. I don’t know. His dick is his problem, not yours. And it certainly isn’t mine.” 

Belinda couldn’t wait to hoof it out of there. She turned to leave with some dignity intact only to hit and bounce off a human wall. One with breasts. Her head flew back, tipping her hat off in the process, and she could feel herself about to follow off balance from the bench hitting the back of her legs. Her arms shot out reflexively for a hold but her fall was already arrested by another pair of legs clamping hers hard, and hands on her waist. She gasped at the rigid biceps her fingers could barely surround and the flaming sensation of being straddled between Rebecca Ellis’s powerful thighs. 

“You alright?” Rebecca smiled down at her. 

Oh my god, it’s her! Belinda could only stare back wide-eyed, impervious to her position bent back over Rebecca’s steely arms in a move that smooshed their centre’s together. Tumbling into the clear blue of Rebecca’s amused gaze, Belinda’s brain flatlined. She could have died happy right now. 

“Say something. I heard you quite clearly just now so I know you can talk. What’s your name?” 

“Belle … Belinda,” she stammered. Rebecca’s thumbs were rubbing the top of Belinda’s buttocks so sensuously her eyelids fluttered. Belinda bit back a moan. 

“You certainly are,” Rebecca murmured. She moved closer until her lips brushed Belinda’s cheek as she reached to pick up the hat behind her, whispering into her ear in passing, “I wouldn’t sleep with her either.” Then, winking, she handed Belinda her hat. 

At the light graze and airy caress, Belinda’s heart rate rivalled the speed of a Formula One race car. If Rebecca wasn’t straightening her up, her weakened knees would have placed her right back on the bench. She reluctantly detached her hands from Rebecca slowly as she felt her do the same. They looked each other over.  

At close quarters, Rebecca was the epitome of a wild but relaxed Amazonian in civilised clothing. She wore a simple white polo shirt with short sleeves - collar up - leaving her darkly tanned arms and neck exposed. The shirt was cropped above her pencil-line hips at just the right level of her jeans, its blinding whiteness contrasting with her dark hair and skin. Belinda noted that it did not hide the small swell of her breasts as it fell away to nothing. Rebecca’s infamous long legs were encased loosely in worn jeans. 

Rebecca was the first to break. She hoisted her bag and said, smiling, “Nice to meet you, Belle. I hope we bump into each other again.” She jerked her thumb behind her. “I gotta go. Practice.” 

“Yes I know.” Belinda was trying to not to fall limply at Rebecca’s feet, even if the view up her long long legs would be worth it.  

Rebecca quirked a perfect eyebrow - nearly undoing Belinda. “You do? Are you on the team this year?” 

“Ah, no. I just ... um … know that this is when you practice.” 

“Get a room you two,” Lisa called out. “You’re disgusting me with your lesbian mating dance.” 

“You were about to sleep with one a minute ago.” Rebecca moved to face her. “At least, you have good taste in women, if not men.”  

“Whatever. I’m out of here.” 

“Good riddance.” Rebecca said softly, but inwardly pleased to be left with the strawberry blonde whose hands were quashing the hat, the poor useful hat, into a mangle of hay in her unbridled appreciation of Rebecca’s ass. The banked fire in her eyes, ignited by the brief brush of their bodies, was reciprocated in Rebecca’s own lower region. Rebecca wanted to see the swirl of colours in Belinda’s eyes deepen and change with passion while she slowly removed her clothes or while coming. “Would you like to watch me?” she teased. 

Belinda swallowed hard. “W - watch you?” 

“At practice. Coach usually doesn’t like spectators - he says it’s distracting - but I could bring you in. If you want to.” 

An opportunity to ogle Rebecca Ellis for an hour, live, at her athletic best was too good to pass up. Belinda quickly shrugged into the straps of her backpack. “I’d love to.” 

Rebecca cocked her head at the brief glimpse of Belinda’s tight belly flashed by the pull of her shoulders lifting the short hoodie jumper from the skirt riding low on her hips. Rebecca admired the shape of Belinda’s thighs through the soft skirt where the shadows hinted at the triangular seat of pleasure she suddenly wanted to explore. Shifting her hips to accommodate the swiftly growing heaviness in her groin, she hoped she could concentrate on training with Belinda watching. It had been a long time since she was curious enough to ask a girl out. She had never invited anyone to her training sessions before but then she hadn’t counted on her body’s happy response to Belinda. The adorable blonde had a spunky attitude that matched the red highlights in her hair, both capturing Rebecca’s attention enough for her to edge closer until she overheard the conversation and cheered silently at Belinda’s decision.  

Impulsively, she grasped Belinda’s petite hand. “Come on,” she said with a grin.

 

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The plastic seats were curved hard but strangely comfortable around Belinda where she sat mid-tiered, a spot she chose high enough to have a great sloping view of the runners and the track but hopefully out of scowling range of the coach. The man was serious about his business; barking instructions at everyone to hustle that had them scrambling, including Belinda. She had been surprised when Rebecca squeezed her hand and asked her to wait for her after practice before she jogged to join the other athletes.  

In the minute it took Belinda to find her seat, Rebecca vanished from the field. She reappeared in her sweats, arms swinging, and waved at Belinda, then she slipped into the crowd of runners circling the field in warm-up laps. Belinda kept her eyes fixed on the brilliant black hair standing out in the milieu. Even at this distance, Rebecca’s strides were noticeably easy in rhythm. The longer she ran the further her legs stretched until she settled into a comfortable pace. With each pass, Belinda watched the expression on Rebecca’s face change; from a half-smile to serious to focused. It was that look, that inwardly intense ready for battle look, like a panther about to pounce, that clearly showed that Rebecca was falling into the zone. It was the look that Belinda woke up to every morning. 

The athletes paired up for stretches then broke off into their respective events. Rebecca ducked into a tunnel, re-emerging barefooted and wearing a one-piece spandex suit. Belinda almost hurt herself lunging forward from her seat. Rebecca’s suit was in the slashing colours of the college but it was the body tight fit that made it stand out. The bottom half ended at mid-thigh but did nothing to hide Rebecca’s sculpted legs muscles now standing tense from the warm up. The Y-crossed back of the suit didn’t even attempt to hide anything. Designed to be invisible to the wearer, it maximised the view of Rebecca’s rippling back and shoulders. Belinda’s jaw dropped at the unmitigated view of Rebecca’s magnificent build. Her thighs squeezed together as she tried to contain herself but her vagina didn’t get the memo, clenching and unclenching demandingly for Rebecca deep inside. 

Rebecca sat on the track to zip her shoes on. Catching the wink of red-blonde hair in the bleachers, she grinned to herself and flipped over for some push-ups, then she jumped upright into a series of arm exercises with a bit of extra posing, but a glance up into the rapt desire on Belinda’s face brought back the throb between her legs that was as good as running.  

Running always got her stoked on high, the adrenaline was like a rush of arousal driving the blood in her veins to her extremities. Her clitoris filled with blood and excitement in the race, not softening until she gave it release in the showers. She hadn’t started timed sprints yet but her body was ready for another kind of work-out. She would have to take care of it soon. 

Belinda creamed her panties at Rebecca’s athletic display. She wanted to have her naked under her hands so she could slide over each contoured mound, lick the salty sheen misting Rebecca’s skin and feel the pounding force of Rebecca’s hard body over hers. Oh God, my fantasies weren’t this explicit before. Belinda dragged shaky fingers through her hair and concentrated on her breathing. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it at her throat. 

The crack of the starter’s pistol made Belinda jump in her seat, tossing a shock at her already hyper alert senses. Another team of runners were into their paces, all equally fit and superbly conditioned, yet none matched the commanding presence of the woman Belinda was riveted upon. Calmly and intently focused on a coach, Rebecca’s inscrutable demeanour exuded compressed power; the constant footwork and limbs shaking to keep her muscles relaxed made her appear inexplicably larger. Belinda was fascinated by the pull and strain of tendon and tissue moving under Rebecca’s skin, that if she was close enough, she would trace over and over. Rebecca’s achievements were lauded in medals, her looks used to promote, but for Belinda, her true beauty was in her dedication to her sport as evidenced by the hard work invested into her body. Rebecca was not just a good looking athlete, she was a professional, and Belinda could finally understand the intensity with which Rebecca approached life was the light in her eyes that drew her in. Seeing her in this environment that controlled her barely leashed energy made Belinda wonder where else that passion could be channelled. 

The sprinters had the lanes now, each one personally checking their starting blocks then assuming the position. Test launches were repeated until the coaches were satisfied. Belinda was as impatient for the heats as the sprinters were that when they were set up, she moved down closer to the edge of the track.  

Rebecca was standing arms akimbo, her gaze on the finish line, her head nodding slightly. At the first whistle, she backed into the blocks and lined her fingers on the ground. Belinda eyes were glued to Rebecca’s tense muscles that seemed huge bunched. She had only a moment to admire the power packed bulk because at the next whistle, Rebecca burst from the blocks in an explosive move that sent Belinda reeling.  

The race was on with Rebecca in front. She flew over the bitumen on tiptoe, her arms pumping stiff palmed, hands like knives through the air as her body screamed with the force of shredding through gravity’s screen. Rebecca was all strength and flight, the adrenaline kicking in taking her so high she almost forgot to breathe, but good training and strategy countered the animalistic pleasure of the run and she cruised in under the tape according to instructions. There would be many more opportunities to hit that high.  

Again and again she ran the practices, pushing herself to the limit until her legs began to shake and her breathing became unsteady. The coaches had asked her to hold her head this time but the urge to cut loose was still strong. At session end, Rebecca was physically drained but mentally buzzing. She whipped off her mercury coated sunglasses as she sighted Belinda hugging the fence. She knew she had to calm down before she went near the blonde or, in her current charged up state, her urges could be overwhelming. Belinda was far too attractive a prospect to tempt herself with. 

Belinda felt the blue lasers of Rebecca’s gaze burn through her clothes. She had watched Rebecca torch the track this afternoon with grace and power, leaving her breathless and fighting a rising desire for Rebecca more than ever. Raw power in perfect form was now raking her composure, undressing her, overtly devouring her with smouldering eyes; the coiled sexual tension in Rebecca’s stance was a challenge that if she had crooked a finger, Belinda would have gladly answered.  

They stared at each other in silent awareness across the lanes, chests rising in rapid breathing that had nothing to do with the race. A breeze blew Rebecca’s hair across face but she never blinked. Her eyes were busy travelling over Belinda’s lips and breasts. She knew she was exposing her need to a stranger but somehow she trusted Belinda to understand. 

Belinda struggled not to submit to the tendrils of desire unfurling from her cunt when only air and a layer of synthetic skin separated her from the woman she would gladly have babies for, a woman whose stoic visage was broken by the flare of her nostrils and darkening pupils. Unmistakable lust crackled between them, which confused Belinda when Rebecca abruptly turned and headed for the changing rooms. The view of Rebecca’s departing back brought Belinda back to reality and the metal under her hands. Prying her fingers loose, she glanced down to see her nipples jutting clearly under her soft flannel top. No surprise. 

What was she to do now? Wait as Rebecca asked or follow the invitation in her eyes? The twisting ache in her belly increased with each second Rebecca remained out of sight. Belinda dangled on the precipice of moving too fast or not seizing the opportunity. Rebecca was a larger than life figure not only on campus but also in her mind – it was unbelievable that she could be here now. 

The lure of the possibility of the actualisation of her hottest fantasies – anything that could get her within touching distance of that body – moved Belinda’s feet. She didn’t know what she was heading for, only that she had to.

 

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Past the murky darkness of the tunnel, Belinda counted the doors until she found the entrance to the women’s showers. It was deathly silent. Not even a dripping faucet or rustle of clothing. Belinda thought she might have come the wrong way but the lights were on. She walked into the snaking passage - right left right walls of a maze - beyond the open benches and the lockers, to Rebecca.  

She was standing, head bent, arms stretched on a table, facing away from Belinda. She had taken off her shoes and pulled her suit down to her waist. At the scuff of Belinda’s boots, she lifted her head and turned round completely. 

Belinda’s sudden intake of air was lost just as quickly in the gasp escaping from her mouth. She didn’t know whether it was Rebecca’s almost nakedness or the fire in her eyes that sparked the rush of wetness streaming from her cunt. Belinda knew she was following a flame that would burn her before the day was over, and she welcomed it. 

She walked up to Rebecca who was gripping the edge of the table so hard her arms were trembling. Belinda slid both hands slowly up Rebecca’s naked torso, savouring the feel as much as the sight of her chiselled form. She let her hands smooth and wander over the unusual hardness of this woman’s body, one finger chasing a drop of perspiration cutting between Rebecca’s breasts. Since she was there, Belinda covered them with her hands, teasing the tips with her flat palms, then lowering her head to gently suckle one nipple. Just the nipple. As it grew smaller and harder, she increased the rhythmic suction over that small bit of tissue in her mouth, blowing it as if it was Rebecca’s clit. 

Rebecca’s abdomen was roiling from the stimulation 0f watching the small blonde head moving over her chest and that mouth over her nipple. She was almost panting with excitement. Her hips started rocking, lead by her twitching clitoris that was needy for more. 

“Belinda,” she said hoarsely. The blonde ignored her and increased her ministrations. Rebecca’s tits were becoming painfully sensitive to Belinda’s manipulation and the pleasure pain was turning her on even more. She shoved her left hand down her suit and stroked herself, groaning at the excellent play on her nipples. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit. Her head was thrown back in rapture, mouth open, eyes closed as she concentrated on jacking the length of her clit.  

Belinda worked Rebecca’s nipples ungently, sensing that this was what she needed. From her position standing between Rebecca’s legs and bent over her chest, she watched Rebecca’s hand moving under the bottom half of the suit. Fingers stretching the material, they moved faster and faster until with a choked swallow, Rebecca climaxed in her own hand. The beautiful six-pack abs clenched and jerked her hips in spurtive motions. Below, Rebecca’s thighs were locked taut in support until the ride was over. 

Pushing out a long, satisfied sigh, Rebecca withdrew her glistening hand from her suit. She waited for Belinda to look up, and when she did, Rebecca smiled and kissed her. 

It was a slow kiss, part gratitude part shyness. Their lips, red and rounded, were now being sought as a first taste of each other; their tongues creeping in tentatively to gather sweetness. Then, Belinda started giggling and Rebecca caught the humour. They chortled and laughed, their voices rising to echo in the underground chamber.

 

The End

 

 

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