LICK MY FINISH LINE
Sensual Sporty Bisexual Romance
Nicolette Dane
Copyright © 2016 Nicolette Dane
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood. All rights reserved.
About The Author
Nicolette Dane landed in Chicago after studying writing in New York City. She flitted in and out of various jobs until she decided to choose herself and commit to writing full-time. Nico most enjoys writing about young sapphic love. Her stories are realistic scenarios of blossoming lesbian romance and voyeuristic tales meant to give you a bit of a peep show into the lives of sensual and complicated young women. Be sure to check out Nico’s Amazon Author Profile for more lesbian romance!
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Your “Look Inside” Quickie
“Boop!” exclaimed Riley, reaching to the elastic of Heather’s running shorts and swiftly pulling them down Heather’s legs. As the shorts rested down at Heather’s ankles, her small naked ass was revealed, a light brown freckle punctuating her left cheek.
“Riley!” cried out Heather. She quickly turned back around, hopping out of her shorts, wearing only her tank top now. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, a darker brown than her hair, tightly fading into her pale skin below it. She suddenly leapt at Riley and tackled her down to the carpet, Riley giggling the entire way down.
“You’re so easy,” called out Riley, blocking Heather’s playful smacking. As Heather sat on top of her, Riley reached between Heather’s legs and firmly pinched Heather’s pussy lips inspiring Heather to let out a high yelp.
“You!” said Heather, jumping up off of Riley. She reached between her legs and tenderly rubbed herself. “That hurt!”
“Sure, sure,” said Riley with a laugh, hoisting herself up off the ground.
As Riley stood up, Heather quickly reached out and pinched her nipple in retaliation.
“Ow!” called out Riley, smacking Heather’s hand away.
“Serves you right,” snarked Heather.
“Okay,” said Riley, opening her palms to her friend and offering a truce. “Are we good?”
“We’re good,” said Heather, calming herself down.
“Good,” said Riley. She laughed softly to herself and shook her head, then slipped her own running shorts down her legs and kicked them off her feet. Riley stood there completely nude now, her pubic mound completely absent of hair.
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*
RILEY AND HEATHER came running through an open and worn pathway between thick stands of trees, both girls sweaty and tired from their athletic pursuit. It was a temperate summer day, the perfect weather for a trail run, and the girls had taken advantage of it as they trained for their upcoming half marathon race. Riley had her blonde hair pulled back in two pigtails and wore a white sports bra and beige short shorts, while Heather too had her brown hair pulled back and wore a tank top and baby blue running shorts.
Both girls were young and slim, obvious runners and in great shape. They had grown up together as best friends and although they had gone off to different colleges, the 18-year-olds were determined to spend their summer vacation together just as they had for many years prior.
As they jogged out into the clearing, leaving the trees behind them, they slowed their pace and gradually came to a stop. Heather bent over and caught her breath, her heart beating heavily, her face red with exhaustion.
“How many was that?” Heather asked.
“Seven miles,” replied Riley between breaths. “Not the longest run on the schedule, but still pretty tough.”
Heather changed her folded over breathing stance into a stretch, her leg pushed out behind her, long and straight. Both girls could feel the run in their hamstrings and the sweat collecting on their backs and down to their butts. Riley reached into the back of her shorts and stretched out the elastic band, airing herself out.
“We’re totally gonna be ready for this race,” said Riley, reaching her hand up and wiping the sweat from her brow while continuing to air out her shorts.
“Definitely,” said Heather. “It’s been a while since I trained for a half marathon but it’s all coming back to me.”
“Yeah,” said Riley. “Up at college it’s all about eating like crap and going to keg parties.” Both girls laughed.
“I’ve, like, not been running at all at school,” said Heather.
“Me either,” admitted Riley. “But screw that. We’re killing this!”
The girls hooted and gave each other a high five.
“Your calves look awesome,” said Heather, bending slightly to look at the back of Riley’s legs. “Not too big but definitely muscular.”
“Thanks,” said Riley, kicking a leg back and turning to look. “I’m lucky they didn’t go away with all my slacking lately.”
Heather smiled as she gazed upon her friend. Riley had such a great body, small and tight and toned, and it was everything that Heather wanted in her own body. Heather was lithe, sure, but she felt a little too skinny and lacked the definition that she saw in Riley’s frame. She was self-conscious of her belly as well, small but apparent as it stuck out from her thin figure. Riley was so confident, Heather thought, wearing just her sports bra out for their run. Her stomach was so flat and shapely. You could almost see her abs.
“I just hope this training gets me a body like yours,” said Heather, suddenly embarrassed that she had vocalized her daydreams. Riley laughed and smacked Heather on the butt.
“Babe, you’re hot as hell,” said Riley.
“How did you get so toned?” said Heather. The girls began to walk together down the worn pathway toward a pond.
“Lots of squats,” said Riley with a laugh. “I dunno,” she continued. “I just work out, try to hit the gym a couple times a week.”
Heather looked again upon Riley’s body. Her butt was firm and plump, her thighs defined and strong but not huge, her arms toned and showing a subtle curve at her biceps. This chick was a hardbody, thought Heather. She found herself imagining what Riley looked like under her sports bra, under her short running shorts. She thought about running her hands over Riley’s shoulders, tenderly massaging her, feeling her toned muscles, feeling the soft and light peach fuzz at the small of Riley’s back.
Heather caught herself and shook her head, trying to knock the strange thoughts from her mind.
“You okay, babe?” said Riley, looking at Heather concerned.
“Yeah,” said Heather. “Still catching my breath.”
Riley reached out and took Heather’s hand, pulling her friend close to her and then she wrapped her arm around Heather’s waist and walked with her. As she did this, Heather could feel the humid sweat coating Riley’s midsection stick to her tank top and to her own skin below the fabric.
“I’m so happy we’re back together, Heather,” admitted Riley. “Nobody up at college is like you.”
Heather smiled happily, slinging her arm around Riley’s shoulders and stepping in time with her as they traipsed down the path.
“Totally,” said Heather. “It’s good to be back with your best friend.”
“Let’s hit up my house,” said Riley. “We can shower off and then head down to the coffee shop for something frozen and sweet.”
“That sounds perfect,” said Heather, leaning her head against Riley’s.
Riley turned her face and kissed the side of Heather’s head. The girls continued their post-run walk, past the pond, and down a slight slope leading to a collection of houses just off from the forest trail.
*
The girls walked into Riley’s bedroom, Heather shutting the door behind them. Riley’s room was open and bright, everything straightened up and well kept. In the middle of the room was a large four-post bed with wrought-iron trim, covered in fluffy cream-colored sheets. The white carpet was clean and felt luxurious under their bare feet. Inside of the room it was cool and calming thanks to the air conditioning and the change in temperature from outside gave both Riley and Heather subtle goosebumps.
“Phew,” said Riley, reaching down and pulling her white sports bra up over her head. “Much cooler in here.” She tossed the sports bra into a hamper near the door and put her hands on her hips, smirking at Heather.
Heather watched intently as Riley pulled her top off and caught herself staring at Riley’s chest. Her tits were like two perfect oranges, round and firm, but not so big as to sag down. They were flawlessly perched on her body, each dotted with a cute nipple the size of a quarter. The skin across her chest was a lighter shade than the rest of her torso.
“Like what you see?” said Riley, laughing softly and shaking her tits at Heather.
“What?” said Heather, feeling caught and slightly embarrassed. “I wasn’t…” she said, trailing off.
“Look,” said Riley. “If you’re gonna stare at my boobs I should also get to stare at your boobs.”
“Riley, I wasn’t looking,” said Heather, shying away.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” said Riley. “I’ve seen them before.” Riley scurried over to Heather and tugged at the hem of her tank top. As she did this Heather began to swat at Riley’s hands, laughing and feeling tickled.
“Stop,” giggled Heather, twisting away as Riley’s advances became more aggressive. “Riley, you’re tickling me!”
“Come here!” said Riley, attacking Heather’s top and trying to pull it up. As Riley did this, her breasts bounced in different directions. Heather found herself again looking at Riley’s chest as she tried to push her away.
“You’re awful,” squealed Heather, turning around from Riley and wrapping her arms around the bottom of her tank top.
“Boop!” exclaimed Riley, reaching to the elastic of Heather’s running shorts and swiftly pulling them down Heather’s legs. As the shorts rested down at Heather’s ankles, her small naked ass was revealed, a light brown freckle punctuating her left cheek.
“Riley!” cried out Heather. She quickly turned back around, hopping out of her shorts, wearing only her tank top now. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, a darker brown than her hair, tightly fading into her pale skin below it. She suddenly leapt at Riley and tackled her down to the carpet, Riley giggling the entire way down.
“You’re so easy,” called out Riley, blocking Heather’s playful smacking. As Heather sat on top of her, Riley reached between Heather’s legs and firmly pinched Heather’s pussy lips inspiring Heather to let out a high yelp.
“You!” said Heather, jumping up off of Riley. She reached between her legs and tenderly rubbed herself. “That hurt!”
“Sure, sure,” said Riley with a laugh, hoisting herself up off the ground.
As Riley stood up, Heather quickly reached out and pinched her nipple in retaliation.
“Ow!” called out Riley, smacking Heather’s hand away.
“Serves you right,” snarked Heather.
“Okay,” said Riley, opening her palms to her friend and offering a truce. “Are we good?”
“We’re good,” said Heather, calming herself down.
“Good,” said Riley. She laughed softly to herself and shook her head, then slipped her own running shorts down her legs and kicked them off her feet. Riley stood there completely nude now, her pubic mound completely absent of hair.
“Are you going to shower now?” said Heather.
“Yeah,” said Riley, tossing her shorts across the room toward the hamper. “Why don’t we just shower together so we can get going faster?”
“Okay,” said Heather. At this suggestion, she found herself orchestrating lusty thoughts in her mind but she couldn’t tell where they came from. Perhaps it was the distance and time the two of them had spent apart at college. Or maybe the tickle fight had caused her heart to beat faster for her friend. But as she looked on at Riley’s naked body before her, considering the suggestion of a joint shower, Heather felt odd new feelings welling up inside of her.
“Take off that gross, sweaty tank and follow me,” said Riley, walking past Heather and playfully bumping Heather’s butt with her hip in the process.
*
Inside Riley’s connected bathroom, she sauntered toward the shower and adeptly turned it on and adjusted the temperature. She stood there with her arm under the water, testing its heat, and the occasional stream of water came down her hand, across her arm, and dripped down her naked body. Heather, following Riley into the bathroom, pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it onto the bath mat in front of the sink. Her chest was quite small, her breasts only sticking out a couple of inches.
“Almost ready?” said Heather, watching her friend as she continued to test the water.
“Yep,” replied Riley. “I’ve got some clothes you can wear when we’re done.”
“Cool,” said Heather, nodding.
“Okay,” said Riley, stepping into the shower now and standing under the stream of water.
Heather followed her into the shower and waited and watched as Riley gave herself a rinse, soaking her long blonde hair and her firm, fit body.
After a few moments, Riley stepped out of the path of the water and let Heather rinse off. As Heather began her rinse, Riley grabbed a bar of soap from the dish and rubbed it all over herself.
“You’ve got a nice body, too,” said Riley as she watched Heather. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Thanks,” said Heather, blushing slightly. She allowed the water to course over her brown hair, pulling it back behind her as it became soaked through.
“I’ve always thought you were hot,” said Riley, rubbing the bar soap now between her legs and around her inner thighs.
“Really?” said Heather, stepping toward Riley and out from underneath the water.
“Sure,” continued Riley. “You said you thought I was hot because I’m fit and have some muscles, right?”
“Right,” said Heather.
“Well, I like how slight and small you are,” said Riley. “You’re like a cute little twig,” she said and giggled. Moving past Heather, Riley returned to the water and scrubbed the soap off of her body.
“But look at how small my tits are,” said Heather, taking the bar of soap and moving it over her small chest. “And my little belly here sticks out.”
“Oh stop fussing over it all,” said Riley, flicking a splash of water at her friend. “You’re a total babe. Everybody digs you.”
“Really?” said Heather.
“Really,” confirmed Riley. “Come over here and wash that soap off.”
Heather nodded and stepped back into the water with Riley, turning around and letting the water flow over her and wash the film of the soap off her skin and down into the drain below. As she did this, Riley reached over and rubbed Heather’s small ass, assisting in removing the soap off of Heather’s skin.
“What are you doing?” said Heather, quickly turning around to face her friend. They stood face to face for a moment, looking at one another as the stream of water shot between them.
Riley moved her face forward and p
lanted a small kiss on Heather’s lips. Heather suddenly became excruciatingly nervous, her stomach becoming uneasy, and her heart beating faster. Standing here in the shower, totally naked, with Riley, was such a novel experience. It shouldn’t make her feel any different toward her friend but for some reason she felt very vulnerable and anxious.
“Sorry,” said Riley, she herself now acting a bit shy, something out of the ordinary for her. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“It’s okay,” said Heather softly. “It was nice.”
“Wanna try it again?” cooed Riley.
“Okay,” said Heather.
Riley again stepped forward and leaned her lips in against Heather’s lips. The girls began to softly kiss one another amid sprinkles of water from above. Riley gently placed her hands on Heather’s hips and eased closer to her, their stomachs grazing against each other.
With her heart beating quicker, Heather could feel the excitement of what was happening throughout her body. She felt a tingling down between her legs and her breath hastening as she folded into the shared kiss. Following Riley’s lead, Heather reached her hands out and put them on Riley’s sides, delicately holding onto her and they continued to kiss.
After a few more moments of light kissing, the girls instinctively pulled away from each other and began to open their eyes. Heather’s dark brown eyes met with Riley’s blue eyes and both of them couldn’t help but grow a smile across their lips.
“That was sexy,” said Riley frankly. “Brrrrrr,” she said, squirming and wriggling, rubbing her upper arms as she shook. “I feel all goose-bumpy.”
“Maybe we could dry off,” said Heather. “And go explore a little more on your bed?”
“Okay,” said Riley, grinning now. She reached out and shut the shower off, then quickly hopped out and grabbed a towel from the rack. Heather followed her out of the shower and she too grabbed a towel began to dry off.
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