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  I couldn’t help it—I blushed. “Thanks, Nadia. I’ve worked hard, yes, but I don’t think I’ll be better than you.”

  She shrugged. “Don’t you believe it. You’re talented, V, and you know it. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. You were quite shy when you first got here, and nervous, I think. Because you’d gone from being a big fish in a small pond to being the small fish in a big pond. But you didn’t let it hold you back. You truly are improving constantly and I think that’s why Austin didn’t kick you out. He knew that what happened was a one-off and that it would be a horrible waste of talent and potential to let you go.” With that, she moved away from the net and grabbed the balls we’d used and tossed them back into the wire basket.

  “Wanna go and get that drink now? Maybe something to eat?”

  “Yeah, that would be great. Any ideas where to go? I haven’t really done any socializing around here, so I don’t know where the good places are.” I realized that actually I was really hungry. I’d been a little worried about my first day back, so had skipped breakfast. Crazy, really, before training, but there it was.

  Nadia gave a mock gasp. “How terribly remiss of me! I’ve been mentoring you for weeks and weeks now and not once have we gone out. I guess I’m so used to just training, eating and sleeping that I haven’t really thought about anything else. I’m so sorry, V. And here’s me supposed to be looking after you. It may be a little late in the day to say this, and now I don’t expect you to believe me, but it’s important to play as hard as you…well, play. You know what I mean. Don’t you?”

  Smirking, I nodded. “Yes, I get it. Though like you say, I’m not convinced. You didn’t get to be the best female player in this academy by having fun.” I was more than happy to do what Nadia had done—to give up a social life, or more accurately not have one in the first place—if it meant I’d get to be as good as she was.

  “I didn’t win though, did I?”

  Other than stating the obvious I didn’t know what to say. So I kept quiet.

  Nadia sighed. “Come on—let’s go and get that drink.”

  “Yes, good idea.” I had no intention of having a proper drink—meaning alcohol—but I was sure that getting out of the academy, checking out the area, seeing something new, would do me the world of good. Which contradicted my previous thought about giving up a social life to be as good as Nadia. Damn. Maybe she’d been right, even though she hadn’t been following her own advice of late. But then, who had? All the academy players who had competed in the Open had been working their arses off in the run-up to the tournament. It was just common sense. No one could expect to win a title by messing around when they should be working.

  But then, Nadia hadn’t won. It was my turn to sigh, and I was glad she was a few paces in front as we headed back into the building and couldn’t hear me. Maybe it was a case of finding a happy medium. A balance between training and having fun that worked for each individual. Perhaps I just had to stop taking what other people said as gospel and figure out what was best for me—for my schedule, for my career. And somehow, in among all that, I had to figure out my love life too.

  Gah. Now I realized exactly why so many top athletes were either in deeply committed relationships or were single. The endless hard work, the training, the travel, the time apart, the intrusion of the press…it took an incredibly strong relationship to withstand all of that.

  And what happened when both people in the relationship were athletes? Was it even possible?

  “—clean clothes?”

  “Huh? What?” I’d been so deep inside my own head that I hadn’t heard Nadia speak.

  “I knew you weren’t listening. What’s wrong with you? I said, can you get ready and go from here or do you need to go to your apartment and get clean clothes?”

  “I’ve got clothes and stuff here. You?”

  “Okay, great. Same here. Right, I’m gonna go hit the shower again.”

  “Me too.”

  With that we headed to our respective lockers. By the time I got there my heart was thumping and I’d broken out in a sweat that had nothing to do with the game of fast-and-hard tennis I’d just played. It had everything to do with what was going to happen next—shower time.

  When I’d first arrived at the academy I hadn’t thought anything of showering at the same time as other women in communal areas. My sexuality wasn’t general knowledge, though, so I didn’t have to fix my eyes on the ceiling the whole time and hope that no one decided I’d been perving on them. Not that I thought that would happen here, anyway. It was a world away from the places I’d been before, where teenagers and young adults were still immature enough to behave that way. No, the academy was different. It had men and women, not boys and girls. And, although that was a good thing in terms of maturity, it was bad because I liked women.

  I hadn’t fancied Nadia from the very second I met her—it hadn’t been like love at first sight or anything. But the more time we’d spent together, the more I’d grown to admire her both as a tennis player and as a person. Before long I really did have to concentrate on a certain spot on the tiled wall of the showers to avoid staring at her. I didn’t want to get shouted at or slapped.

  Over time I’d managed to minimize shower encounters. I’d dawdle in the locker area or on the court so we didn’t end up under the spray at the same time. I’d make excuses that I had to dash out somewhere and that I’d wash up at home. I did it just enough that I didn’t torture myself into insanity but not so much that she’d think it was weird.

  Now, though, it was inevitable. And my crush on Nadia was at fever-pitch. Christ, if I saw too much of her I’d end up coming when I washed between my legs.

  We headed toward the corridor at the same time, towels wrapped around us, wash bags in hand. I slowed down and gestured her ahead of me so I could see where she went and make sure I didn’t end up right next to her. A glimpse would be sweet torture enough—a close-up would be death by random orgasm for sure.

  She took the first section on the right and I headed for the next showerhead but one. After hanging my toiletries on the hook on the wall I stepped over to the hook in the center of the corridor—far from any water spray—pulled off my towel and hung it up. From the corner of my eye I could see that Nadia was doing exactly the same thing. We turned almost as one and walked back toward our respective faucets. I concentrated hard on retrieving my shampoo, conditioner and body wash, then switched on the water and set about using them, one by one, adopting the technique I’d used on the court to shut out distractions.

  Fortunately I could get away with keeping my eyes shut for a great deal of my time under the spray though I was painfully aware of who was just feet away. Even more painfully aware that she was stark naked. I was thankful I didn’t have a dick, because if I did, it would have been making my intentions and inner thoughts very obvious right about then. No one, however, knew that my clit was swelling and that my cunt ached and grew slick. Yes, my nipples were erect, but I could put that down to chill, chafing or some other bullshit excuse. I was safe.

  “V?” The soft voice came from right next to my ear, startling me. I let out a squeak and opened my eyes.

  Chapter Six

  “Y-yes?” My tone was high, surprised, and I had to resist the temptation to cover myself up.

  “Are you all right all the way over here? You look a little lonely.”

  She was so close now that her right arm pressed against my left and scorching heat traveled from that spot and zipped through my entire body. There was no other possible explanation—she was definitely trying to kill me via random orgasm.

  “L-lonely?” Why the hell did she think I was lonely? Because I hadn’t taken the shower right next to hers? Surely she knew the etiquette? It was like men in bathrooms—they wouldn’t take a urinal next to another guy unless it was the only one that was free. It was just the way things were. Plus I’d been doing a similar sort of thing for months and she was just picking up on it now?
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  “Yeah, lonely. I thought perhaps you wanted some…company.” She practically purred the words at me and I could almost hear the cogs in my brain turning and clicking into place. Eventually my mind offered up a solution.

  She’s coming on to you.

  What? No, she couldn’t be. Could she?

  When she turned and faced me, pressing her soapy body up against mine…well, I know it’s a cliché but I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I didn’t move though—couldn’t. I didn’t know what the hell to do. It had taken me months and months to pluck up the courage to even think about telling her how I felt about her and I still hadn’t quite gotten around to it. And now she was short-circuiting my mind and body and turning me into a quivering mass of mute lust.

  “C-company?” Christ, Virginia, are you going to keep stuttering at her or you going to say something remotely sensible?

  Clearly not.

  “What’s the matter, sweetie? I thought you liked me.”

  “I do.” That at least I was sure of and the confidence finally shone through in my voice.

  “Oh good.” She giggled. “I thought I’d gotten it totally wrong for a second there.” Her hand slipped around my waist and she began stroking my back, up and down, stopping each time before she got to my buttocks. I didn’t know whether that was deliberate or not. The whole time, the water rained down on me—on us.

  “No,” I replied, trying my hardest to clamp down on my nerves. I didn’t want to blow this, not now it was really happening. If it was, of course. There was always a chance I’d fallen asleep and was having a wonderful, wonderful dream. I thought about pinching myself to find out, then decided against it. If it was a dream I should just enjoy it. It would be fantastic wank fodder down the line. “You didn’t get it wrong. I do like you. A lot.”

  The hand that had been stroking my back flattened and she used it to pull me tighter against her. “I suspected as much. I’ve seen you looking at me.”

  “You have?” And there was me thinking I’d been subtle about it.

  “Yeah. Those baby-blues of yours peeking when you thought I wasn’t looking. Your pupils widening. You pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling it… You probably thought I would never notice, sweetie, but your body gave you away. Every single time. I mean, look at these.”

  She swept her free hand down my décolletage and onto my right breast then tweaked first one nipple, then the other. “They’re like bullets. Gorgeous pink bullets that I want to put in my mouth. Tell me, honey—if you liked me why didn’t you do something about it?”

  I shrugged then realized that was silly. I could tell her why. There was no sense in hiding it. “Lots of reasons. I didn’t know whether you liked women. Didn’t know whether you liked me. I was scared. And then all that stuff at the Open. I was going to tell you that night, then it all went wrong…” I trailed off. That was it, really, in a nutshell.

  “That wasn’t really lots of reasons, V. Just a few. So did you give up? Or were you just biding your time?” Her fingers still toyed with my right nipple, which felt as if it had a light electrical current running through it. Then she stopped, only to cup my breast, massaging it. The other one was bereft now and I wanted her to touch it again. But at the same time I didn’t want her to let go of my back—I enjoyed being pressed up against her naked body.

  “I was biding my time. Just trying to find a good moment. Probably this afternoon, when we went for a drink. If my nerves didn’t give out.”

  Nadia quirked a brow. “Really? So if I hadn’t started this, then you’d have said something later? Damn. I’d been waiting for you to make the first move.”

  “So…you like me? Or are you just looking for…you know…”

  “What, V? Looking for what?”

  “You know.” I lowered my voice, despite knowing how ridiculous that was. There was no one else in the women’s locker and changing rooms and we’d probably been the only ones there all day. “Sex!”

  Nadia laughed again, giving my breast a hearty squeeze and making my heart pound ever faster. “I know, gorgeous, I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. And no, this isn’t just about sex. Though I can’t deny how much I want you.” Now she moved her other hand and covered both my tits, running her palms over and over the nipples, teasing them relentlessly before cupping my mounds and pushing them together. Bending her head, she flicked her tongue around and across each bud in turn, then pulled one into her mouth and sucked it, gently at first, then harder.

  I’d grown steadily wetter—and not just from the shower—the entire time we’d both been naked, and now I felt a fresh gush of liquid seep from my core, coating the insides of my thighs. God, I wanted her to touch me there, with her hands, her lips, her tongue…

  Suddenly Nadia pulled away and straightened with a gasp. I snatched in a breath, thinking perhaps we’d been caught. Wide-eyed, I gazed around us, growing confused as I saw we were still alone. She caught my frown and counteracted it with a smile.

  “Sorry, sweetie. Didn’t mean to startle you. But I realized something—I’ve been skipping ahead.”

  “Huh?”

  “I was going to town on your delectable tits and remembered that we haven’t even kissed yet.” She paused. “Would you like to?”

  “Like to? Kiss?” It seemed like such a stupid question that I couldn’t help repeating it. I nodded frantically.

  She moved her face close to mine and said huskily, “I was hoping you’d say that. Or nod it, anyway.” A short laugh and she was right there, grown blurry, and I closed my eyes before they crossed and made me look like a total moron. As a result I didn’t know how long I had until her mouth touched mine.

  It was barely a second. A whisper of breath across the delicate skin, then soft, wet lips contacted mine. I still wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t dreaming. Me and Nadia naked and soapy together in a shower…it was like my favorite sexual fantasies come true.

  Then my capability for thinking was removed. Because, at the same time her tongue sought access to my mouth, her right hand skated down my body and insinuated itself between my thighs. Working in tandem, her hand and her tongue teased me, tantalized me, stroking, caressing, penetrating. I was so bowled over by the situation that it took a while to realize that I was behaving like a doll—just standing there and letting her do her thing. I mentally shook myself. Come on, Virginia, don’t make this smokin’ hot woman regret her decision to come on to you. You’re not a damn virgin, so get your head out of your arse and reciprocate, enjoy the moment.

  My mind made up, I moved my arms from where they’d hung limply at my sides and slipped them around Nadia’s body. It was all so new, so exciting. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to do next, more that I couldn’t decide. Did I grab the back of her neck, pull her closer and deepen the kiss? Or did I get a handful of the buttocks I’d admired for so long and see if they felt as good as they looked? And what about her breasts?

  Spoiled for choice, I knew I had to make a decision fast before I ruined this seriously sexy Sapphic moment. Finally my brain kicked in and I remembered that, given I had two hands, I could do two of those things. Seriously, what was it about this woman that made me into a brainless idiot? Shifting one hand up her body, I slotted it beneath the thick mane of wet hair that hung down her back and grabbed her neck, pulling her mouth harder onto mine. We groaned together, the sound nearly lost in each other and the hot water that still poured onto us.

  I sneaked my free hand eagerly downward, spreading my fingers wide, ready to grab that gorgeous flesh. When I finally did I thought I might expire with pleasure. The bum I’d spent a great deal of time checking out was amazing. Firm and yet not too hard, still deliciously feminine and eminently squeezable. I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks and explore.

  I told myself that there was no rush. She’d said this wasn’t just about sex, which implied this wouldn’t be a one-off, wouldn’t be a sole incident that I’d relive again and again while I la
id in bed, my hand crammed between my thighs. I hoped more than anything that she meant it, meant that she didn’t just want me for sex. Though even if that weren’t the case it was shaping up to be a spectacular first and last time.

  Growing braver, I shifted the hand that was on Nadia’s buttock into her crack, delving between those perfect globes in search of the prize. The hot, slick, prize. And God, was it hot and slick. There was no denying her arousal—my fingertips were immediately coated in her juices and I wanted more than anything to put them in my mouth and taste her. But that would mean breaking the kiss. Later—I could taste her later.

  Instead I continued to explore her swollen folds, dipping into her molten core and enjoying the sounds she made and the wriggles that told me I was doing something right. Drawing more juices from her cunt, I spread them over her clit, which was distended, making its presence known. I began to play with it, paying attention to her reactions, figuring out what she liked, what she loved, what she was indifferent to. Learning her body, learning what would make her come apart.

  Throughout, we continued kissing, her deft tongue caressing mine, exploring my mouth. Every now and again she would suck on my tongue, my bottom lip, even give the occasional nibble. I mirrored her movements, aware that they grew increasingly frantic—our mouths hungrily devouring, our fingers playing with needy pussies.

  She was learning my body too. Her ministrations were sensual, erotic, yet precise. She’d quickly pinpointed the exact spot beside my clit that really got my motor revving. But instead of stimulating it relentlessly until I came, she teased me. Played me. Brought me close to orgasm, happy hormones rushing through my veins, then moved away, slipped her fingers inside me. Caressed my G-spot, coaxed more juices from me until I thought I had no more. Then started all over again. I grew lightheaded, desperate. Would she ever let me come?