Chloe Rides Again Pt. 03

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18.

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Part 03: Black Girl on White Roads

Gigi Rivers. That name grabbed me as soon as Marlen mentioned it, and the fact that she was one of the gay girls on the tour just made it even more beguiling. I looked her up on Pro Cycling Stats, and my interest piqued even more when I saw that she was black and hailed from the British Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. I could hardly imagine what her journey into European pro cycling had been like, coming from such a tiny, distant archipelago.

I realised that I had seen her at the Omloop, and registered her as an unusual sight. Very tall, and almost the only black girl on the women's tour.

European cycling is overwhelmingly white, but it's not because it's racist. It has more to do with the cultural background of the sport, and the very small number of black women who are interested in it. For whatever reason, black girls are far more likely to take up athletics than cycling, which is a shame, I think.

There will have been racism in the past, I'm sure, and sexism still exists to some extent even now, but it is predominantly a very inclusive and welcoming sport.

Personally, I love to see the sport becoming a bit more worldly, and the more people we can welcome in from other cultures and nationalities the better.

Anyway, Gigi. According to procyclingstats. com, she was 27, 181cm tall (very nearly 6ft) and weighed only 63 kilos, so extremely tall and slim. I did recall her looking very lithe and long-limbed. She seemed to have shortish hair, worn in a kinky twist kind of style, and a big, big smile. She was definitely intriguing.

She rode for Team Protime Femmes and she had a team mate, the French girl, Aimée du Havre, who was also gay according to Marlen, so I looked her up as well.

She was cute. Apparently 29, 165cm tall and 56kg, so similar to me. She had a mass of loose brunette curls, and a dimply impish smile. Nice.

Who was the other girl Marlen had mentioned? Errm... Pam Clitheroe... She was American, 25 years old, 168cm tall and 59kg. She had short blonde hair that may or may not have been natural, and a slightly boyish look. Not unattractive, but definitely not a girly girl, by the look of her.

All these were very interesting, but apart from Marlen identifying them as gay, we knew nothing else about them, actually. We didn't know if they were attached, and even if they weren't, would they be up for some free girls kind of fun? We didn't even know if they were sexual girls or not.

One thing I've learned in my life so far is that many people are not very sexual. I don't mean asexual and aromantic, like my Scottish friend, Brenda, that's an extreme case, but just not very sexually motivated. Lacking in libido. A bit un-horny. It's something I've observed in quite a few people, and it has nothing to do with race, colour, or nationality, sexual attractiveness - or even male or female I assume. It's also nothing to do with gay or straight.

It's sometimes said that many straight women have lesbian thoughts, or secret desires, and I've often thought that those will be the sexual women. I know I'm bound to say this, but I don't know how it's possible to be horny and not find an attractive woman alluring.

Anyway, for now, the sexual potential of these three women was a mystery... Hang on a minute, there was also Licia's team mate Stella. I looked her up too.

Hmm. As you'd imagine at the age of 20, she looked very young and fresh-faced, with rosy cheeks and very pale blue eyes. She wasn't a little sylph-like thing though, at 172cm and 64kg. That's the physique of a strong girl, like Marianne. I was thinking, I bet she has fucking great thighs.

So, Gigi and Aimée were very interesting from a sexual angle, but I was also intrigued by the fact that they rode for Team Protime Femmes - Marieke Vox's team. The fact that Marieke had ended up alone with us at the Omloop suggested that the team was quite weak.

I knew there had been speculation as to why Marieke had joined them, and didn't extend her contract with Vista-Maxx. Possibly, at 36, she was anticipating the end of her career. Maybe the team no longer wanted her, but we'd just seen at Omloop that she could still sprint.

Even though her own team weren't strong enough to support her, she got a free ride with us, and went on to win anyway. It was something we would need to combat at the upcoming Strade Bianche Donne. Somehow.

I spoke to Licia about all this and she said Gigi had obviously had an off day at the Omloop, and that she was normally expected to be one of the strongest riders in the team. 'She's not much of a climber, but she can time trial and sprint, which is unusual for someone so tall, and she has a big engine -- she can sit on the front of the bunch for 50 or 60km, no problem. She'll be back up there at Strade, just you watch.'

"Mm, I'll watch her like a hawk. What I really want to find out though, is her sexual potential. I'm thinking there's a possibility of a free girls kind of thing, but we need to find out where these gay girls stand.'

'Yeh, we need to ask them. I'll take some soundings on Stella ' She chuckled at her adoption of Marlen's turn of phrase.

'Great. Pam is on Amstel-Rabo with Lucy, I'll have a word with Luce, see if she can, er... take some soundings too. Do you know anyone on Protime?'

'No, only Marieke and I couldn't really ask her about this.'

'I'll try to have a word with Gigi this weekend... Are you looking forward to Strade?'

Yeh, it's gorgeous there. Tuscany is so beautiful. I've often thought the route of the race would make a brilliant training ride, just taking it easy and enjoying the scenery. We should do it sometime.'

'Yeah, I'm up for that. Maybe we could do it after the race and take later flights home.'

'Fantastic idea! Let's talk to our DSs' (Directeurs Sportif) 'and see if we can travel back a day or two later. There's a free weekend after Strade, so it won't mess up training or anything.'

'I have an even better idea. Afterwards, why don't you fly back to Edinburgh and stay with me until the next race?

'Oh my God, Chloe, that would be bloody brilliant. How awesome are you?' I grinned at her exuberance. It was an excellent idea though, even if I say so myself.

'Anyway, how's your tongue, and your back?

She knew that I was alluding to the self-licking instantly, and she cackled. 'Oh I haven't been doing any of that. I only did it to titillate you...'

'You succeeded.'

'... It's not something I will make a habit of. Mind you, I do want to try it again when you are with me. A bit of double licking could be fun.'

'Mm, can't wait to try that. So naughty.'

'Yeah, I think it could be very tasty.'

I chuckled. 'See you on Friday.'

So, there I was, in the middle of the week, looking forward to the weekend and wondering how our "soundings" would go. I pondered on how to approach Gigi. I spoke with Lucy and she promised to talk to Pam, and Licia was going to talk to Stella. We'd certainly find some things out, that was certain.

Then Maisie rendered it all null and void.

On Wednesday evening, a WhatsApp message chimed in on my phone - a group message from Maisie. It was a new group I wasn't familiar with, and as I looked at who was in it, my mouth fell open (I think a bit of my dinner may have fallen out). Besides me, Licia, Helen, and Lucy, there was also Stella Forsberg, Pam Clitheroe, Marlen Raichle, Aimée du Havre, and Gigi Rivers. All the gay women on the tour! The message was short and sweet. Very sweet, actually.

'Hello fellow gay girls. Sabina and I request your company in the lounge of the Hotel Toscana, in Siena, this Friday at 8pm. To get together and talk about all things happy and gay.

Reply please...

Maisie B

xx'

Maisie eh? What's she like? How the hell did she get all their numbers? I've no idea. One thing I know about Maisie though, is that if she sets her mind to something, she can usually find a way.

I immediately replied 'Cool. I'll be there.'

Licia followed shortly afterwards, 'Me too,' and the others all chimed in over the next hour. This was going to be fun. I was so excited, I went upstairs for a wank.

I decided to stick to just fingers. Yes, I can get myself off more quickly with a vibe, or my clit sucker, but fingers are more sensuous, and sometimes it just feels more erotic to play with myself sensuously, bringing myself slowly - deliciously slowly - to the peak, to rather than just going for a quick and dirty orgasm.

I like to take myself to the very edge, to the point where my clit is twitching and my vaginal muscles are just starting to squeeze, then hold myself there as long as possible, quivering on the cusp, trembling, and oozing sex juice. It's an exquisite feeling.

I'm always amazed by the variations of sexual fluids the female body is capable of producing. Sometimes mine is greyish white and creamy, trickling into my bum crack -- or my partner's mouth if I'm queening her -- and sometimes it's clear and viscous, forming gooey strands, almost like raw egg white.

Then there's the orgasm juice -- watery and copious. I don't think even medical science has got to the bottom of what proportion of it is pee, but you may remember I once did an experiment and tasted it, and it was not like pee. It was much more oily, and had a much more musky flavour.

In fact, each of these fluids has its own taste. All of them earthy and visceral and, in the midst of sexual arousal, utterly delicious.

Ah, the sheer wonder of the female body. I love it. I know it has its downsides -- like a monthly curse -- but I'd never swap it for a male one.

Anyway I put a folded towel on the bed, built up pillows to place me at the perfect angle, and put a mirror between my legs, then settled in for an hour of delicious sensual pleasure. Just me, my pussy, and my fingers.

A mirror? Yes, I often use a mirror. I like to watch myself. There's something incredibly erotic about watching a woman masturbating -- Licia and I often watch each other -- and it's probably my favourite kind of porn. Well, using the mirror, I can give myself my own private wank show. Yes, it's a bit narcissistic but so what? It definitely enhances...

By the time I'd given myself three thoroughly lubricious orgasms, my pussy, and the towel under my bum were a squishy mess of all kinds of girl juice, and I was so sated I could have just gone to sleep lying there in my own salacious secretions.

I'm not a complete animal though, and I got up, took the towel to the washing machine, then had a shower, before crawling under the duvet with that wonderful glow...

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Strade Bianche

There was a partial recce of the route planned for Friday, so I flew to Florence on Thursday, a pain of a trip involving a change in Paris, and rendezvoused with the rest of the team on the bus, for the final hop to Siena.

It was the same team as for the Omloop, but I was sharing my hotel room with Selina this time, so there wasn't going to be any sex. I could have tried to arrange a swap, but Helen's relationship with Lucy was developing now, and I didn't know how it was going to work out, so I didn't.

There was Marlen of course, but I didn't feel we were quite familiar enough yet. Plus, I guess I was also thinking about Licia. I just knew that, despite all her talk, she wouldn't make any moves on Stella, for the same reason; she'd be thinking about me.

So I was a slightly subdued Chloe that evening, and my doleful mood was added to by the fact that, for the first time in ages, Molly and co would not be present this time. They'd decided that Siena was just too big a trip to make, especially when they didn't have an active role to play.

Their absence made me a little sad. We'd been a close-knit team all winter, and moving into this different environment was a bit of a wrench. I was about to do the Strade Bianche, one of the most beautiful and iconic races in all of cycling yet, more than anything, I was looking forward to the start of the next cyclocross season.

The "race of the white roads" is relatively young. The men's race only started in 2007, the women's in 2015, so it's not a "monument," but it has gained prestige very quickly, to the point where many are calling for it to be given Monument status.

It takes its name from the white gravel roads of the Chianti and Crete Senesi areas, to the south and east of Siena, which make up over a third of the course, and the scenery of rolling green hills, white roads, and rows of cypresses has made the race iconic, along with the steep uphill in the streets of old Siena to the finish in the Piazza del Campo. It definitely has a bit of an aura.

On the Friday, as mentioned, the team had planned a recce of part of the course, and we drove out in two team cars to the village of San Piero, from where we would ride the final 30km loop and the finish into Siena.

The race takes a big sweeping loop to the south, but then as it returns to Siena, the riders have to cover this 30km loop, which climbs the Colle Pinzuto twice, before heading into the town and the finish. Pinzuto is not the biggest or steepest climb on the course, but this double ascent is widely regarded as the final test, apart from the uphill to the Piazza right at the end.

Anyway we set off to ride the loop on a glorious sunny day, and my feeling of well-being returned as I rode along between Helen and Marlen, with Selina, Mia and Tera chatting away behind us.

The route was gorgeous, and I was really looking forward to the leisurely post-race ride with Licia, which both our DSs had OK'd.

Colle Pinzuto was not too fearsome, despite a stiff start, and soon we were on the final 11km into Siena. Gabi had forbidden us to race each other up the final climb, partly to save our energy, but also because the streets would be thronged with people, and it would be a bit antisocial. As it was, we had to weave in and out of pedestrians, who's erratic courses were completely unpredictable.

At the top of the climb, there's a short, gentle downhill into the square, and we were stopped by a policeman here, who wanted us to get off and walk. We refused, and Mia charmed him with a sweet smile and a bit of Italian sweet talk, and he broke into a broad smile and let us continue.

We freewheeled down into the square, where the finish gantry was already set up, and WOW. What a place. Extremely beautiful and impressive. Unbelievably, they apparently hold horse races within the piazza, twice a year -- the famous "Palio." It was going to be a fantastic place to finish.

We returned to the hotel and got ready for dinner, but the thrum of excitement was building for the gay girls meeting later that evening. Helen said, 'Can you believe Maisie?'

'She never ceases to surprise me,' I said.

'What do you think she's up to? Just being social, or trying to reboot the free girls?'

'Bit of both, probably. I didn't expect it though. Now she's with Sabina, I thought she would give the free girls up... What about you and Lucy? Are you still free, or are you "taken."

She laughed. 'Well Lucy and I have become very close, but she says she still wants to enjoy her "new youth." I get it. It's new and very exciting to her, so we haven't become rigidly exclusive. We are just taking it as it comes.'

Hmm, it almost seemed like Licia and I, Maisie and Sabina, and maybe Helen and Lucy, were all moving towards the same kind of relationship. I'd already noticed a change though. I was less inclined to seek new partners. When I thought about sex, I always thought of Licia first. She'd always be my first choice, if I could arrange it. It was inevitable as our bond strengthened, I think.

That doesn't mean I WOULDN'T seek new partners, just that I might be less rapacious about it. I was interested to see what reactions I had to the new girls that night.

I walked over to the Hotel Toscana with Helen and Marlen, and on the way there, we met up with Lucy and Pam, coming from their team hotel.

'Well aint this exciting?' said Pam, 'Like a lesbian coven.' We chuckled. 'Gotta hand it to Maisie, she aint shy, huh?' Well, she was certainly right on that score.

Pam looked a little less boyish in the flesh. Her blonde hair was short, but stylishly cut, and she had fine features, and some elegant little studs in her ears. She was definitely more femme than butch.

Almost immediately, Helen and Lucy were walking hand in hand. There was no mistaking the romance blooming between them, and I was happy for them. They were a very good match, I think.

At the hotel, we found Maisie and Sabina in the bar, and greeted them with hugs. Licia and Stella were next to arrive, and Stella was exactly how I had imagined her: tall and well-built. A strong girl, like Marianne or my Scottish friend Brenda. It's a physique made for time-trialling.

Her blue eyes were very pale and she had pale skin with a rosy bloom across her cheeks and nose. A very Scandinavian look, somehow.

We waited for Aimée and Gigi, and they arrived separately, Aimée first, looking quite serious, almost sultry, with her curly hair tied back in a loose ponytail and, surprisingly, makeup on. Rather a professional look, I thought.

And then Gigi arrived, and wow, what a vision. I knew she was almost 6 feet tall, but she seemed even taller. All her limbs seemed exaggeratedly long, as did her slender neck and fingers. She greeted us with hugs and kisses and she had to stoop noticeably to kiss my cheeks. Her smile was every bit as big and dazzling as it had appeared on her online photo, and her skin was like brown satin.

Fascinatingly, she had a quite different comportment to my cyclocross team mate Mari, who is similarly tall and slender. The difference is hard to describe. Mari gives an impression of light, almost fragile, willowiness, whereas Gigi was rangy, lithe and strong. She had a kind of latent dynamism.

She was wearing calf-length trousers with a pair of ballet flats, and a white embroidered top with a high neckline, and her hair was a jumble of short corkscrew curls. I was enthralled.

We started making our way through to the lounge, and Licia dug me in the ribs, whispering 'Behave yourself. I've seen you looking at her.' Oh dear, I didn't realise it was so obvious.

Maisie had set up a reserved area for us, which was handy since we were 11 people. They had pushed two big coffee tables together and arranged four sofas in a square around them -- presumably with the help of the staff -- and we all sat and looked at Maisie expectantly.

I wasn't sure how she was going to play this, but I didn't have to wait long to find out...

'OK everyone, thanks for coming,' she began. 'I don't have an agenda for this evening, I just thought it would be good for all us lesbians on the tour to get together and get to know each other a bit better. A group of us are already good friends from the 'cross circuit, and I thought some of you might like to join our little community.'

Marlen piped up, 'When you say community, do you mean...?'

'Yes, Marlen, I'm coming to that. I'm not going to beat about the bush, during the 'cross season, we have a nice little arrangement between us. We call ourselves the free girls, and we are a kind of free love club. I guess you could call us swingers, although we don't have sex parties...'

'And there are no manky men involved,' I added.

'No, of course not,' Maisie continued. 'We just have a fluid arrangement where we pair up and fuck sometimes. It's very organic and just happens naturally.'

'Pair up or trio up,' said Licia, smirking at Marlen.

'Yes, whatever takes our fancy,' Maisie smiled.

Stella was bright red and looking at the floor, but the others all seemed pretty unperturbed, though Pam was looking at Maisie with an expression of wonder.

'There's no pressure here,' Maisie went on, 'We are not trying to recruit you or anything. We're not the freakin lezzy press gang.'

Everybody laughed, but no one seemed keen to talk, so I asked Maisie a question that had been bugging me. 'I'm surprised you called us together, Maisie. I thought, now that you're with Sabina, that you would be giving up the free girl lifestyle.'

Sabina was shaking her head, slowly but emphatically. 'No. Sabi and I have talked about it and neither of us wants to give it up. Yes, we're a couple but that doesn't mean we can't have fun with others.'

'Helen and I have had the very same conversation,' said Lucy with glee, 'and we came to the very same conclusion.'

Licia was looking triumphant as she said, 'Us too. Chloe and me.' She glanced at me for confirmation and I raised my eyebrows and nodded.

We were all looking at each other with expressions of amazement. I don't think the other girls quite knew what to make of it.

'Pam eventually spoke. 'I like the sound of it. I'm not up for a relationship as such, but my God I do miss the sex, so you can count me in.' We were starting to find out who the sexual girls were. Stella was still blushing, but she was nodding.

Aimée said nothing. She just looked pensive. I was waiting for Gigi to speak, and when she did...

'You'll be surprised to know, this is not new to me. I have three friends in Breda who I am quite intimate with. We have fun with each other from time to time, sometimes two of us, sometimes three, sometimes all four It's nice. Lots of fun and no ties, just how I like it... So, I'm excited about this. Very excited. The more playmates the better.' She grinned her huge dazzling grin.

Wow. I don't think any of us quite expected that. We were all goggle-eyed and slack-jawed. Even Maisie.

'Sorry to shock you,' said Gigi.

'Oh you haven't shocked us,' Maisie chuckled 'we're pretty shockproof. You threw us a curveball there though. I don't think any of us were expecting that.'

'Yeh, it's pretty loose in The Netherlands...' said Gigi. She did a loose, wavy thing with her long arms and everyone laughed.

'Anyway, now we all know each other and what we're about,' Maisie continued, 'what about the race? Who's done it before?' Surprisingly, Stella and I were the only Strade Bianche virgins, and everyone else was effusive about the route and how beautiful the area was.

'Chloe and I are staying an extra day to ride the course again on Sunday,' said Licia. 'We've cleared it with our teams.'

'Oh wow, that would be fantastic,' said Gigi. 'If I can get permission from my DS, can I join you?'

'Of course,' I smiled. I looked at the others, expecting there to be more who wanted come with us, but, surprisingly, nobody said anything, not even Aimée, who was on Gigi's team. Perhaps the prospect of two 137km rides back-to-back didn't appeal.

We broke up and headed back to our hotels. Everyone had a healthy respect for the race, and sexual couplings seemed to be off the cards. Everyone was ready to get some sleep. I kissed Licia and squeezed her bum as we parted then walked on with Helen to our team hotel.

'What did you think of that, Chloe? Lots of potential there.'

'Yeh, interesting. Gigi is especially fascinating.'

'Mmm.' She gave me a look.

We got back into the room, kissed each other on the cheek, and got ready for bed. It felt strange.

'Night Chloe.'

'Night Helen.'

***

Race day.

This race was not to be underestimated. I had looked at past results, and the number of DNFs (Did Not Finish) was extraordinary. Although the terrain was ostensibly rolling, the climbs were often on gravel and thus tougher than they appeared. Some of the previous DNFs were big names, and that alone told me it was a toughie.

I'd be working for Tera again as her "1st lieutenant," her super-domestique, and that was a big responsibility. She had not had the happiest of times here, having had three 2nd places, two 3rd places, a 4th, and a DNF. 'Every time I lose, I want it more,' she said. No pressure then.

160 of us gathered in the centre of Siena for the start, and I fist-bumped lots of people, including all my usuals, but also Gigi, and Inga, Leonie and Mae -- Molly's Dutch girls.

Despite my heavy responsibility, I felt quite relaxed. I had the kind of confidence that comes from being in the best shape of my life and not having the pressure of chasing the win.

Tera was obviously not feeling like that, and she looked drawn and serious. I felt for her really, and I wanted to do everything I could to help her to that elusive victory. Today, I decided I was going to be a willing domestique.

We rolled out for the "neutralised start," and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as we rode through streets that that were thronged with a colourful melee of cheering spectators. The whole city was "in festa."

The Strade Bianche had only existed for 16 years, but it was already almost as big an event in Siena as the Palio horse races, which date back to the 17th century!

Riding out through historic streets and cheering crowds was genuinely thrilling, and this is one thing you don't get in cyclocross. There was a certain euphoria to it.

On the outskirts of town, we crossed the SS74 autostrada and reached kilometre zero. The red flag was waved, and the race was on.

A break of 10 riders formed immediately, and Elisa Abruzzi tried to join them, but she was far too dangerous a rider to be allowed to escape, so I chased her down and brought her back into the peloton. All in a days work for a good domestique.

There was a stiff little climb at 20km, but the bunch rode it at tempo, and everything stayed together. The break had a lead of 40 seconds, and it was growing.

Licia had been right about the scenery. It was beautiful. The sun was shining and everything was dazzling; pale green hills, dark green cypresses, blue sky, white gravel, and the multi coloured motley of the peloton. The pace was steady, I felt ready, and all was right with the world.

The first really stern test came at 60km, with the 10km long ascent of Monte di Grania. The break had a lead of 5 minutes and teams started to get twitchy.

Up to now, Helen, Marlen, Mia, Selina, and I had rotated, taking turns to keep Tera out of the wind, and other teams had been doing the same for their leaders, but now, Protime sent Gigi to the front to up the pace and things began to get more testing.

Monte Grania caused the first breaks in the peloton, as weaker riders started losing contact. The sharp undulations of the next 15km shelled a few more out the back, and by the time we approached the 2-lap circuit and the first ascent of Colle Pinzuto at about 80km, the front group of the peloton was down to a dozen of us and we had the break almost in sight.

All the favourites were in this group, along with their domestiques, including Tera (with me and Marlen) Marieke (with Gigi), Suzy Goethe (with Lucy) and Elisa Abruzzi (with Kat Bohringer).

It was noticeable that Elisa and Kat were reluctant to work -- presumably because they had a team mate in the break, but I didn't realize who it was at this point.

The rest of us continued to share the chasing, with the objective of swallowing up the break before we got onto the run back to Siena, but they knew we were coming, and on the second ascent of Colle Pinzuto, two of them launched an impressive attack and abandoned their breakaway companions to the wolves (and Lyons) of the peloton.

These two were Gracie Trent of the USA, and Inga van Touran (yes, Molly's Inga) and they made a pretty good bid for victory. Through the final awkward gravel sector, Le Tolfe, they held their gap, and as we started the final 11km of road, some doubt crept in as to whether we could pull them back.

I could just imagine Molly avidly watching this live on TV. Two of her riders involved in the final drama of Strade Bianche. A dream come true for a coach.

The pace was hot, and the chasing group steadily reduced until it was down to just Tera, Suzy, Lucy, Marieke, Eliza, and me. Gracie and Inga still had 14 seconds on us, and I came alongside Tera and said, 'We need to attack.'

There was a momentary hesitation, then she said 'Go.'

On a final little rise before the finale, I threw in my attack and opened a little gap. I looked back and saw that Tera was nearest to me, so I eased just slightly until she could take my wheel, then drove on, eating into Gracie and Inga's lead.

The others were coming back to us though, working well together, and as we entered the town, the group was back together. Dammit.

We caught the leading duo as we passed through the ancient Fontebrada gate, with just 900m to go, but the road then kicked up for its final sting; the Via Santa Catarina -- a brutal 500m climb with a max gradient of 16%.

Marieke's biggest weakness is climbing and she lost touch immediately, along with Elisa, surprisingly. It was down to me, Tera, Lucy, and Suzy.

Lucy attacked, with Suzy on her wheel, but they didn't get clear and I countered - It was almost like old cyclocross times. I got past them with a vicious effort. It was their last throw, and they subsided into their saddles. Lucy would, of course defer to Suzy for the last place on the podium.

But what of Tera and me? I could sense her, fighting to hold my wheel, and as soon as I was sure we'd dropped Lucy and Suzy, I eased slightly. I was deep into the red, so I needed to really, but Tera overtook me, still dancing on the pedals as we crested the brow and started the gentle downhill into the Piazza del Campo.

I tailed her into the finish as she fought frantically to stay in front, reaching out desperately for the win that had eluded her for so long and we crossed the line separated by just a bike length.

We rolled to a stop and Tera fell off her bike and lay there on the dusty pavement, chest heaving and racked with sobs. It was impossible not to see how much this meant to her.

Could I have outsprinted her to win if I'd had the clearance to do so? Possibly, but I was pretty close to the limit, and it was obvious that she wanted it so much more.

She deserved the victory after so much disappointment, and she got a sweet revenge on Marieke after the Omloop.

I laid my bike down and gave her a hand to get up, then we embraced, surrounded by people. People who wanted to photograph us People who wanted to hug us. People who wanted to talk to us. But she spoke into my ear; 'Oh God, Chloe... Finally. FINALLY. I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you ' Not bad for a cyclocross girl, I thought.

Gigi rolled across the line 9th, and not far behind her was Licia, in the second chasing group. I went to talk to Gigi, while beckoning Licia over. We all hugged, and I said 'Nice ride, Gigi. The pace you set up Grania was brutal. Hope you don't do that again tomorrow... You did get permission, didn't you?'

She grinned. 'Yeh, I did. I've nowhere to stay tomorrow night yet though.'

Teams were all heading home on Sunday, but we were staying for that leisurely ride around the course. Licia and I had booked a flight to Edinburgh for Monday, and a double room at the Hotel Toscana for Sunday night. 'Get on Booking. com, Gigi. I'm pretty sure Toscana has vacancies. That's where we are staying.'

Journalists kept interrupting us. Everyone wanted to talk to me. It's bloody tiresome, stardom.

I didn't mind really. I wanted to talk, and I wanted to celebrate. I even sprayed champagne on the podium (oh, go on then, if I must) and dinner at the hotel was a trip. Apart from Tera, I was the hero of the day, and everyone wanted to give me kudos for an 'extraordinary job,' even Robbie and Gabi. It was almost as good as winning.

Molly called me, and she was also full of praise and compliments. She was absolutely stoked that I was on the podium again, and Inga was in the top 10. 'I can't believe it,' she said.

'You deserve it, Mol. You're a great coach.' She is too. I'm a headstrong kind of character (you'll have realised that by now) and I would find it difficult to submit to an authoritarian kind of coach, but Molly is different. She's firm, and she has undoubted authority, but she's never confrontational. I often find myself submitting to her quite willingly. I do that in bed sometimes too.

Early online press coverage of the race was amusing and gratifying. I was "a new star of the classics," and "the super-duper domestique." The consensus was that I had been an essential part of Tera's victory and, to her credit, she did make a point of giving me praise for that in her interviews. Thankfully, no one suggested I'd "gifted" her the win.

I was warming to Tera. Having initially thought she was a little haughty and conceited, I now realised she was quite fair-minded -- even generous. Inevitably though, I was coming for her.

***

Sunday was another gorgeous Tuscan day. Everything vibrant; the green grass, the white gravel, the blue sky, and we three girls, out enjoying our ride. Revelling in our fitness, our vitality, and a wonderful anticipation of what the evening inevitably had in store.

We'd met on the huge car park outside the sports stadium, where all the team buses were parked, and everyone was getting ready to leave. There was a little bit of envy from some, as we prepared for our ride.

We'd actually had to hire bikes, because our team bikes were being whisked away, but the bikes were not important on a ride like this. It was actually funny, when the bike shop owner realised who he was renting these three bikes to, and he fussed around anxiously making sure everything about the bikes was just as we wanted it.

The ride was glorious, and the course seemed different, and even more beautiful now we weren't racing it. We stopped for coffee and fantastic panforte at the Bar H in Ponte D'Arbia, then tackled the Colle Pinzuto -- just the once, we didn't do the extra 30km loop.

As we rode back to Siena, we relived the epic final kilometres of the day before, culminating in the ascent to Piazza del Campo. Gigi was great company, with a playful sense of humour, and I noticed she and Licia played off each other quite amusingly. As we climbed up to the Piazza, meandering through the tourists again, Gigi said 'Oh God, my legs were like sticks of liquorice going up here yesterday...'

'Mine were like a couple of damp grissini,' said Licia.

'Well, mine were like... mine were like... Oh, I give up. I cant compete with you two,' I conceded.

'YOURS were like bloody pistons,' said Licia. 'I watched it on YouTube this morning. Jeez, you had Tera bursting a blood vessel trying to stay with you...' I smiled at the memory.

We stopped in the square, just soaking in the atmosphere, and the glory of the place, and what we'd done here, then we returned our bikes to the smiley man at the bike shop, and headed for our hotel.

Gigi had bagged a single room, on the floor above our double, but I suspected it was not going to get much occupancy. This was definitely going to be a three-in-a-bed kind of night.

We ate in the hotel restaurant, and chatted, getting to know each other a bit better. 'Yeh, I've lived in The Netherlands for more than half my life,' said Gigi, 'Since I was 12. When we came to Europe, I was into athletics, but I couldn't avoid cycling for long, and when I started it, I found I loved it -- and that I was quite good at it.'

'And what about this little quartet of playmates you have up there?' Licia probed.'

'Ah, well, we were school friends, and, as we started waking up sexually, the four of us discovered we liked each other, you know?' She looked at us and we nodded. 'We all eventually went off to have serious relationships with others, but stayed friends. The relationships didn't work out, and one day we realised that we were all single again.'

'And you just started a little love club?' I asked.

'No, it wasn't that straightforward. It started with Eline and I playing around -- and saying it was just for fun. No commitment. Then Saara got to know about it, and we became three, then we brought Beintje in as well. It's great. We love the loose freedom of it.'

Licia and I were nodding knowingly. I could imagine how wonderful it must have felt, the four of them getting back in touch with the desires they'd had before.

'Have either of you been with a black girl before?' She suddenly asked.

We looked at each other and shook our heads. 'No, but you have all the same body parts, don't you?' I said, tongue-in-cheek. She burst out laughing, and Licia gave one of her funny little snorts.

'My girlfriends say they love the contrast. They say I'm "exotic." She grinned.

'Yeah, I'd say you're exotic,' I said. 'Can't wait to find out if you're also erotic.'

'More than that... I'm positively pornographic darling.' She gave us a look that could have melted chocolate.

O. M. G.

'Do you want to come and see our room?' Said Licia, which was good, because I seemed to have been struck dumb.

'Yes, both.'

O. M. G.

I've had a lot of encounters like this now, but they are all just as exciting as the first time. This wonderful anticipation, when sex is imminent, and the object of my desire becomes insanely hot and irresistible. And she doesn't have to be new and exotic. It's still the same with Licia. I guess I'm just lucky to be a sexual animal.

We went up to our room, and as we climbed the stairs, Gigi cranked up the heat another notch when she said, 'I hope you both really like eating pussy, because I adore being eaten. I can stand it for hours. I'm glad there are two of you '

O. M. G

'Sounds like you enjoy being domme,' Licia said.

'Oh I do. I love it. Always gets my juices flowing...'

As soon as we closed the door, she just started stripping without further ado, and we followed suit.

Her body was a thing of wonder. I have said Molly looks like she could have been hewn from marble. Gigi looked like she was made from delicious dark chocolate, with a satiny sheen to her skin, and gorgeous, lithe rippling contours. Her breasts were pert, with small, almost black, conical areolae and nipples, and I could tell without touching them that they were firm, like Licia's.

Her stomach, hip bones, mons, and the tops of her thighs were exquisitely formed, and her pubes were just a thin covering of tight little curls. Beautiful.

'Kneel,' she said. 'Both of you.' Oo-er. Straight into domme mode. She had, an unusual way of teasing us, and delaying. Do you like my black pussy? Chloe?' I murmured my approval. 'Licia?'

'Mm mmm.'

'It's still pink inside. Do you want to see?'

We didn't need to answer. She brought her hands sensuously to her groins, then peeled herself open with her long, slender fingers. As she did so, she gave a little moan; this was giving her huge pleasure. Both of us kneeling in front if her, almost reverential, as she gave us a lewd pussy show.

The pinkness of her inner flesh seemed almost luminous, the contrast with her black pubes and satiny brown outer lips was so stark, and her clit was like a shiny pink pearl. I could tell how aroused she was just from looking.

'Who wants to taste me first? Or maybe both at once?

We shuffled forward and she spread herself wide in invitation, parting her legs and pushing her hips forward. Jeez, I think my pussy was dripping on the hotel carpet.

Licia and I were cheek to cheek, and we tongued her from both sides, licking up and down her long, narrow inner lips, taking turns to flick her clit, and she moved her hands to our heads, holding us against her.

She voiced her pleasure with a series of long, breathy 'Ohh sounds. 'Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh'

I lowered myself so I could get underneath her and she spread her legs even wider to give me room, and now I could properly get at her well of honey, which was oozing beautifully.

I turned round and sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, and guided her back with my hands until her bum cheeks covered my eyes and I could tongue-fuck her. Licia followed, straddling me, and she continued to use her muscular tongue to tease and torment Gigi's clit.

Her 'Ohhs' became louder and more plaintive as she rode the wave of pleasure we were giving her, and she reached back to support herself on the bed as her legs became trembly.

I drove my tongue up into her creamy hole again and again, drawing out her nectar and savouring its musky alkalinity as it bathed my tongue and trickled into my throat. Every time I swallowed some, a little thrill went straight to my clit. Oh my God, how much do I love this?

We were relentless, and we drove her up to an intense orgasm. Her legs buckled and she fell back onto the bed, and Licia followed. Her tongue hardly parted from her clit for a second, and I got up and watched as she continued her lingual caresses until Gigi's orgasm was spent.

We lay in disarray, and it was a little while before Gigi spoke, then she said 'Oh, girls. You are GOOD!

Licia rolled over onto her back and I crawled up and kissed her. A passionate kiss laden with lust and Gigi's pussy juice. God, I love kissing her.

Gigi watched us for a minute, then she said, bluntly. 'Fuck each other. I want to watch.' Did I ever say I love being watched?

Licia rolled me over and slipped down between my legs, and I opened myself up for her, while Gigi lay on her side with her head on my hip and watched in awe as Licia slid her long tongue into me until her top lip pressed up against my clit. Then she pulled back, revealing the full length of her glistening, creamy tongue, before pushing it back in again.

'Oh God, that's so hot. What an amazing tongue!' Gigi gasped, as Licia began the most lurid tongue-fucking. Impressive and horny as it is to watch, and I love to watch it. I don't usually come just from tongue-fucking though, and I helped things along a little by swirling a finger round and round on my clit, keeping it wet by gathering more juice from Licia's tongue, each time she pulled out, and soon I could feel that oh-so familiar and oh-so delectable ache in my loins as my orgasm awakened and rose to meet me.

I came in an exquisite rush of muscle spasms and surging juice, and Licia changed from fucking to lapping, as she tried to capture every drop of my essence. I gasped, Gigi groaned in empathy, and Licia made piggy noises as she licked and sucked at my little fountain.

We rested fora little while, then Licia stunned me by saying 'Shall we attempt the double licking?' Oh my God, I'd forgotten about that!

Gigi looked puzzled. 'Double licking?'

'Yes, I grinned. Licia has another party trick. She can lick her own clit.'

'What?? How?'

'She's flexible and, as you've seen, she has a very long tongue.'

'Oh God, I've got to see this.'

Licia had a look of sheer glee on her face as she started getting into position. She's such a show-off.

She threw her legs back, crossed her feet behind her head, and pulled her face closer and closer to her pussy. After a few wriggles, and a roll of her head, her tongue came out and straight onto her clit which she stroked from side to side in triumph.

'Fucking hell,' said Gigi, which was exactly what I was thinking.

I shuffled up to her and bent my head, and we got her clit between our tongues and started fencing over it. Both of us swishing our tongues over it and sweeping it from side to side. 'Oh my God that feels amazing,' said Licia, between tonguing herself. 'Ohh fuuck.' I didn't think it was going to take her long to come.

'Room for one more? Said Gigi and moved in so that her tongue could join the party. Licia was in seventh heaven. Three tongues, one of them her own. Focussing on the most sensitive morsel of her body. She simply couldn't hold back her orgasm, and she erupted wildly. Her juice welled up like lava, and Gigi and competed for who could lap up the most of it.

We all flopped back on the bed side by side, panting and gasping oh fuck, and Jeezus, and Oh my God as we came down from erotic Elysium.

It took a minute or two for us to calm, then we lay and chatted for a while.

'That was unreal, said Gigi. 'What do you think the chances are of me ever being able to do that?' She indicated her long form. 'Yeah, absolutely zero.'

Your body is gorgeous though, Gigi. I love your pubes.' I reached out to touch them and she didn't stop me. She just went into a matter of fact monologue of how she kept them trimmed. I use a man's beard trimmer, on a very close setting. Makes a nice effect, don't you think? We nodded and murmured and I trailed my finger down towards her slit.

'I'm lucky,' she went on, looking down at her sex, 'my inner lips don't protrude, so trimming is easy. I don't have to worry about delicate flesh getting in the way.'

My finger was slipping between her outer lips now... 'Hey, are you going somewhere?' She asked, as if talking to the finger. Then she looked at me fruitily and said, 'I'd prefer a tongue.' Oh yes, her predilection for cunnilingus...

Licia and I spent the next hour indulging her. I licked her to two Os as she lay and soaked up my attention, then she got up and queened the living daylights out of Licia while I watched and wanked myself silly. Her libido was a match for ours, and that's saying something.

Sometime in the dead of night, after hours of sheer sexual bliss, we expired, and finally surrendered to a dreamless, exhausted sleep.

***

In the morning, we only just made breakfast by 10am and we sat, rather subdued. We had a feeling of wondrous well-being, but we were oh-so tired. Our bodies were young, fit, and vital, but we were extracting every ounce of life from them.

Gigi's flight to Amsterdam and ours to Edinburgh were within a hour of each other so we shared a taxi. Licia wanted to catch the bus, but I just wanted the quickest, easiest way home, so she was overruled.

We parted from Gigi in the airport departure lounge, with warm, affectionate hugs and kisses. What an extraordinary woman she is. I just knew we'd be seeing more of her.

Then, like a proper couple, Licia and I flew home to Scotland.

(End of Part 3)