The morning after my evening with Aera, I debated when and if I should text Melody back. It had been a little over two years since I talked with her. I had attended some of her meets, but I never made contact with her. I debated talking to Aera about it, but I decided to just go ahead and text her back.

I waited until lunch, when I had time to think about what to say if and when she replied. I knew she'd been swimming for her high school and did very well, and that's about all I knew. Aera was still fairly tight-lipped about her personal life, and I didn't intrude. Maybe with our new relationship, I'd find out more about her, but that was down the road, and this was now.

So, while eating at my desk, I texted Mel back and told her I was surprised and delighted to hear from her. We could meet at her convenience, maybe one Saturday, for coffee, lunch, or a swim. I hit send and then set my phone aside and continued eating.

About ten minutes later, I got a ping, and there was Mel's reply. She sent a bunch of smiles, thanking me for texting her back. She said she'd been so busy with school, swimming, and life that I got pushed back.

She asked how I was doing and then said she'd love to swim with me any Saturday morning, and we could have lunch after. I told her I was free for the next couple of Saturdays because I didn't have any races for another couple of months, and my workouts were intensifying. She picked the coming weekend and sent me the name of the pool and time. I sent her smiles and told her I'd see her then.

I got back smiles and a couple of kisses, which I thought were kinda odd, but I let it go.

Saturday morning, I was a little nervous as I drove to the pool. I thought we'd just catch up as we swam and again during lunch. I mean, what else would we talk about? I'm thirty-one, and I guessed she was eighteen or maybe nineteen or close to it. I really had no clue.

The pool's parking lot was fairly sparse for a Saturday. I grabbed my swim bag from the passenger seat, along with my water bottle, and headed to the entrance. I was about halfway there when I heard Melody call my name from one of the few cars in the lot. I looked over and there she was, waving, smiling, and trotting over to me.

My brain recalled the image of a much younger Melody. Despite seeing her sporadically from afar during the last couple of years, it didn't dawn on me how much she'd grown. She'd filled out and grown into a beautiful, athletic, young woman. When she reached me, Melody dropped her bag and opened her arms to hug me. I was caught off guard, dropping my bag as she gripped me tightly. She was actually a couple of inches taller than me!

She was beaming, thanking me for meeting with her and apologizing for not keeping in touch. I told her it was fine and asked how she was doing. She picked up our bags in one hand, then slipped her arm around mine as we walked to the entrance of the pool.

Mel was giddy, talking a mile a minute, telling me what she'd been up to over the past few years. I listened and made mental notes, barely getting a word in. We paid our fees and then headed to the locker room to change. Mel was talking the whole time we changed into our swimsuits, and I couldn't help but notice how muscular she'd become. I didn't stare, but I would have bet a lot of money all the boys in her school wanted her, probably a few girls too.

We rinsed off in the showers quickly before entering the pool, then slipped into the shallow end after placing our water bottles on the pool deck. She was in a nice one-piece suit designed more for racing, as was I. It looked very good on her, and I sort of hoped I looked half as good in mine.

We agreed to do a five-hundred-yard warm-up, then talk more. Mel took off like a Tiger Shark sensing blood in the water. I briefly watched as she porpoised through the water with ease, then breached the surface and began swimming freestyle. She'd definitely taken my lessons to heart, except for the speed. I'm an endurance swimmer, not a speedster. I mean, I do go fairly fast, but I also do it for at least two miles. In my races, I doubted Mel could do one mile at that speed.

So, with my gawking over, I took off for my five hundred. Mel must have lapped me like three times, and when I finally ended back at the shallow end, she was sipping her water and grinning. I stood, grabbed my bottle, and took a drink. I asked her how fast she was going, and she looked at her watch and said, "I was averaging a fifty-second lap. Why?"

I replied, “I was just wondering. I think you lapped me at least twice.”

Mel giggled and replied, "It was three or four, but it doesn't matter, Rayne. I'm here for advice on a few things. We can talk more at lunch if you don't mind. Right now, I'm getting a little chilled standing here. How far do you want to go before we have lunch?"

I looked at the time at the pool's end, and it was close to eleven. I told her I'd like to do fifteen hundred more if she didn't mind. She replied she didn't, then hit her watch to keep track and took off again. I watched again as her sleek body cut through the water, a little proud and a bit envious. I hit my watch and started my fifteen hundred.

It took me just about thirty minutes to do my workout. I noticed underwater during my turn at the shallow end, Mel's long legs standing there, at about twenty laps. Then she pushed off and swam a backstroke, cooling down as I completed my yardage. When I finished, I told her I'd like to do another hundred backstroke. She just grinned and said, "Okay."

Mel stood sipping her water and grinning as she watched me push off from the pool's wall and start my laps. When I finished, I saved it to my watch, then we exited the pool, showered, and dressed. I stole a few glances at Mel as she soaped the highly chlorinated water off her taut body. She was indeed lovely, and I caught myself envying her youth as I soaped myself and rinsed off.

We dressed and then headed to lunch. Mel had a place in mind, so I followed her. It wasn't too far away in a small shopping center tucked in among a bunch of small businesses. The place was an upscale deli with some unique offerings. Mel noticed my questioning look as I scanned their menu and whispered to me one of her favorites, so I ordered that, a meatball sub. She ordered a Cubano just to have something different, and we took our seats at a small table towards the back.

As we waited, I asked Mel about her questions. She cleared her throat and said, "Once more, I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. You were so nice to coach me for free, and I feel bad I didn't text you more. You really helped me, and I'm very grateful for that. I did ask Aunt Aera what you were up to now and then, and she said the same thing each time. Triathlons. So, I wanted to pick your brain about them and how you started out."

I smiled and told her, "It's fine, Mel. I understand. I could have reached out to you, but I was a little paranoid about someone misunderstanding our relationship. Besides, you're young and have better things to do than talk to an old lady like me."

Mel blushed, "You're far from old Rayne. But I understand. There was a teacher who got caught with a student at our school. I'd hate to have someone suspect we were intimate when we weren't. I wanted to know how you got into Triathlons. They look like fun and a lot of work. But you seem to love them. So, would you mind telling me how?"

I grinned, then replied, "I will, and I hope I don't discourage you."

Just then, our lunch was delivered and we started to eat. I began telling her how I ran track and swam in high school, then discovered sprints in college and eventually tried triathlons. In between bites, I mentioned it can get expensive depending on how serious you get. She just nodded as she ate, her lovely brown eyes focused on me as I told my tale. When I finished talking, I still had half a sandwich, and hers was gone.

Mel started asking questions, then realized I was still eating and politely waited between answers so I could finish my lunch. She was adorable as she waited for me to finish, sitting there grinning. After I had eaten my sandwich, the questions continued. I told her about my bikes, training, diet, lack of time for friends, and basically my obsession with triathlons.

When I exhausted her questions, Mel got a shy look on her face, then asked if she could look at my bikes. It was Saturday, and I'd already completed two thousand yards swimming. I'd planned on riding, but that could wait until after Mel had seen my bikes. I told her I'd love to show them off. So, we headed to my place.

Mel parked in the driveway after I pulled into my garage. I live in a nice three-bedroom house in the burbs. It's a quiet neighborhood and I love it. She walked up the driveway to join me at the entry through the garage. I pressed the button, and the garage door slowly closed as we entered the house.

I'd grabbed my swim bag and told Mel I needed to hang my wet things up, and then I'd give her a tour.

She said, “Cool. I'll just wait here for you.”

I headed to the laundry room and hung the wet towel and my swimsuit up. I joined Mel in the entry. I welcomed her to my humble home, then proceeded to give her a quick tour. She gawked at my trophies in one of my three bedrooms, saw my stationary bike in one of the others, and we just glanced into my bedroom. Then we headed back to the garage to show off my road bikes. I have three carbons that I ride, and I took down the oldest to show her. Mel was fascinated and surprised at how light it was. I told her it took me a few years to buy them because they can get expensive. She was in awe and told me she wanted to be me when she grew up. I laughed and told her to just be herself.

We went back inside and sat in the living room to talk some more. We were both seated on the sofa, making it easier to talk. Mel asked about my workout routine, and I explained all the things I do to prep for a race. She looked like she was taking mental notes, which impressed me.

After a bit, she asked if she could see the stationary bike again. I told her we could, and we headed to its room. She looked it over, then blushed, asking if she could try it. I turned on the little monitor before helping her adjust the seat. It didn't take much to get her to the correct height. Her legs were a little longer than mine, so it was easy.

When it was adjusted, Mel thanked me and started pedaling slowly. The bike is set up for my clipped shoes, so it was a little difficult for her with sneakers.

I asked, “What size shoe do you wear, Mel?”

She had a puzzled look on her face when she replied, “Eleven and a half, why?”

I grinned, “My shoes for this are an eleven. Would you like to try pedaling with them?”

Mel's eyes lit up as she said, "I'd love to, Rayne."

I grinned, then said, “Take your shoes off and we'll see if they fit. Then you can try a workout.”

Mel slipped off my bike, then removed her shoes as I got out my toe-clipped bike shoes. I handed them to her, and she put one on to see how it fit. My racing shoes have velcro straps instead of laces, so I can put them on and take them off faster. Mel adjusted the straps, then looked up at me, beaming.

She said, “I like these, they fit nicely, thank you, Rayne! I guess we wear the same-sized shoes!”

Then she put the other one on and got back on the bike. I showed her how to clip in and out, and she tried it a few times. Then I pointed out the tension knob, and she played with that as she pedaled, giggling when she'd made it too hard to ride. Mel adjusted it back a bit so it was comfortable for her to pedal. I loved watching her expressions as she tested it out.

She was fascinated as I continued walking her through the operation. When she was ready, we found one of the better female coaches doing a spin class on the monitor. Mel watched and idly pedaled with a minimum of tension as the instructor took the audience for a workout.

She pedaled slowly at first, focusing on the instructor. Mel commented that the woman was ultra fit and she would love to work out with her, but she'd probably only do a bit since she wasn't doing any biking. I asked what she was doing for workouts, and she said she was running, swimming, lifting, and eating right. She just lacked the bike-riding part. I told her there were a few triathlons that allow two-person teams. She said she really wasn't ready for a Tri just yet, but maybe a sprint. So she could swim and run. She just needed a bike person.

As Mel got used to pedaling, she increased the tension, trying to keep up with the class. She was adorable, pedaling away and commenting about the instructor and how much fun she was having. She wasn't really dressed for a workout, but Mel was giving it all she had. She lasted maybe ten minutes until she said she'd had enough and slowed down. She wasn't breathing too hard, but she said she could really feel it in her quads and her ass cheeks. I grinned and told her that it takes time to get used to bike seats, and with a few rides, her quads would feel better.

Then she looked at me with those adorable big brown eyes and asked, “Would you be willing to ride for me if I found a sprint?”

I nearly melted as I answered, "Well, it depends on when it is. I have a race at the end of June, so you'd better find one quickly. But I think we could do that. I'm always willing to help someone interested in racing."

Mel grinned as she said, “That's what I liked about you, Rayne. You're so sweet. I'll look for one and text you when I find it. What about working out together? Is that a possibility too? I don't have many classes since I'm about to graduate, so I have time. I could fit into your schedule if that's okay.”

I smiled when I replied, "We'll see. I have my workouts already scheduled, but you're welcome to join me. I just hope you can keep up with the running part. I know you can swim. The biking will be the hard part."

Mel grinned, "I'd love to try and keep up with you, Rayne. You really helped me with swimming, and I feel like I owe you. Oh, I wasn't going to say anything, but I thought I saw you in the stands at a few of my home meets over the last couple of years. I was never sure it was you, but I kinda thought it was. You sort of stand out being so tall and pretty."

I blushed and replied, "Umm, yes, I did get to watch you a few times. I was very proud of you and wanted to cheer you on. I never swam as well as you do, and you don't owe me anything, Mel. I was glad to help you."

She giggled, then said, “I'm sorry I made you blush. But it does look good on you, if you don't mind me saying so. I thought about waving to you several times, Rayne. Or who I thought was you. To be honest, you were my first girl crush. I liked that you were watching me, or the person I thought might be you. I always tried harder when I thought I saw you in the stands. I wanted to impress and show you that you didn't waste your time.”

I was a little shocked when I replied, "Your first girl crush? I don't know what to say to that, Mel. I had no idea. I'm flattered, I guess. So, are you a lesbian?"

Mel grinned, "I came out to Aunt Aera like when I was fifteen. I tell her things I don't tell my parents. But when I turned seventeen, my Mom caught me with another girl in bed when we were supposed to be in school. My parents were a little shocked, but Mom sort of suspected. They were cool with it, so everything is good.”

Mel winked as she continued, “There are a few lesbian and bi girls that swim, I've discovered."

I replied, "That's good about your parents. I also tell your aunt things when I get my massages. She's good at keeping secrets. But, I'm straight, Mel, and you're almost half my age. Were you hinting at something?"

Mel had a wicked grin on her face when she replied, "I kinda was. I still think you're hot, Rayne. I'm graduating soon, and I have a swimming scholarship thanks to you. I'd love to repay you somehow and maybe be your first girl lover. But, I understand if you find that repulsive or whatever."

I coughed before replying, "Mel, I don't find that repulsive. You're beautiful and very tempting. I'm just not sure about the age difference thing. Plus, I've never been with a woman or girl. But I think I'd know what to do. I need to think about this. I don't know what Aera would say if she found out we were intimate. I'd hate to lose her as a friend. You're wanting me is quite a surprise."

Yes, I lied about being with a woman, but it was a secret with Aera. I mean, it was only once, and I liked it. But I was honest about the age thing. Mel is very sexy and adorable. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself with her. My head was spinning with all sorts of naughty thoughts as Mel continued trying to seduce me.

Mel purred when she replied, "It would be our secret, Rayne. I just turned eighteen, so I'm legal. I've wanted you for like forever. But I know that making love is better when you both want it. I had thought about blackmailing you, but it wouldn't feel right, and I could never do that to you or anyone, really."

My eyes widened when I said, “Blackmail? What are you talking about?”

Mel realized what she'd just said and looked a little panicked when she replied, "I thought about threatening to spread a rumor that we had sex when I was underage, if you didn't want to make love with me, even though we didn't. That way, you'd make love with me now that I'm legal. It's a messed-up idea, and I'm sorry I mentioned it. I guess I should go. I'm sorry we talked about this. It was my fantasy, and I can see you're freaking out. I won't text you again, Rayne."

That's when Mel's eyes started tearing up, and my heart started breaking.

I had an idea and hoped I wouldn't regret it when I said, “Mel. Stop. Look at me.”

She sniffled, then looked at me as I continued, "Now that the truth is out, I think the blackmail thing was a very evil idea, and I should just let you go. But the way you reacted when you were riding earlier makes me think you're serious about Triathlons or at least riding. I'm not the best judge of character, but I'm improving. I've been used before by men, and I think I can tell when I'm being lied to. I'll give you a chance, Mel. Don't make me regret it, young lady. Find a sprint or don't, but if you want to ride with me to get an idea of what it's like, you can. We'll do it as friends, nothing more. How does that sound?"

Her tears stopped as she looked at me like a scolded puppy. My heart was aching for her; she'd crossed a line with the blackmail thing, but she'd regretted even thinking about it. I thought about telling Aera about it, but giving Mel a chance to redeem herself would be the big test. I didn't want to threaten her since I have more money and influence than she does. There's not one shred of evidence for her, and it might damage my reputation temporarily, but the truth would come out, and she'd have to say bye-bye to her college career.

Mel was humble as she replied, "Thank you, Rayne. It sounds good to me. Aunt Aera was right, you're very kind, and I won't disappoint you. I am serious about doing a sprint. I just don't have a road bike. But I do have Mom's hybrid I can use if that's okay. I should never have mentioned the blackmail thing; it was wrong even thinking it. Please don't tell my aunt."

I said, “I won't tell her, but I should. I shouldn't do this, but you can use my old road bike and a pair of my older shoes. They seem to fit you. Do you have a helmet?”

She looked down at the floor and replied in a hushed voice, "No, ma'am. But I can get one."

I sighed, "I have one you can use. Plan on being here Saturday morning if you're really serious. I'll text you the time. We ride rain or shine, understand? If you don't have a water bottle that will fit in the bike's cage, I'll supply those too. I'll do most of my riding before you get here, because I know you aren't up to riding long distances yet, and I won't abandon you and make you walk back here with my bike. Dress appropriately for the weather and in layers. You'll warm up after a few miles and can shed them if needed. Am I clear?"

Mel looked up at me as she replied, "Yes, ma'am. Perfectly clear. I'll go now and I'll see you Saturday morning, ready to ride."

I finally smiled at her, and she smiled back. She slipped off my bike shoes and put her sneakers back on. Then put my shoes back where I'd gotten them. We walked to the front door and said our goodbyes. Mel hesitated, then suddenly hugged me. I almost didn't hug her back because I was still upset. But, I did. She felt yummy in my arms, but I made sure I was still scowling when we broke the hug. Her little smile vanished when she saw I was still mad. She walked out to her car, and as she turned to get into it, Mel waved before entering it. I gave her a brief wave back. She knew I was still mad, and I hoped it stuck with her for a while.

It didn't take long for my mind to wander into the possibility of her being in my bed. It was kind of invigorating to take charge of her like I did. I wasn't used to that and had mixed feelings about it. My next race was in late June. I wasn't going to change my workouts, but I would accommodate Mel as best I could if she did show up. Part of me didn't want her to return, but I'm a softy when it comes to racing, so I'd give her a chance and see what transpired.

Ugh, drama. I hated it with men, and now I had to deal with it to a degree with Mel. Hopefully, there wouldn't be much more.

I decided to get my frustrations out by riding my stationary bike. I was still pissed at Mel, but riding for a couple of hours helped me work that all out. While I was riding, I heard my phone ping. I just ignored it and continued on through the virtual countryside listening to my music. When I finished, I showered and, well, as much as I hate to admit it, masturbated thinking of Mel between my legs instead of my fingers.

Those big brown eyes looked so adorable in real life, and they looked even better in my mind as she looked up between my legs, licking me into a sweet and intense orgasm. When I finished and was drying off, I had to shake my head in disbelief. My mind was in the gutter, and I had to quit with the lesbian fantasies and get back to normal.

When I finally looked at my phone, there was a text from Mel. She said she'd found a sprint in late June. Then I realized it was the same venue as my race. They were doing a sprint for beginners, which I'd completely forgotten about.

I texted Mel back and told her that was my race, too. We could go together if she were ready by then. I got smiles back and a promise that she'd be ready to ride. About an hour later, she texted me again saying she'd signed up for the sprint and paid her fees. To me, that meant she was serious. I figured with her in as good of shape as she was with the swimming and her running, she'd do fine riding the twelve point four miles. She just needed to put in a little effort.

The following Saturday, I was up early and got my road miles in. Mel showed up right on time, which was a point in her favor. We got her set up on my oldest bike, and I made sure she knew how to get the shoe clips in and out. I've fallen way too many times because I didn't get them out soon enough. I had her ride around in front of my house to practice, and she messed up a couple of times, but didn't fall. I certainly didn't want her to get hurt, and I didn't want my bike trashed.

We took off slowly, and I watched as she stopped at the stop signs in my neighborhood and didn't fall. She was beaming that she was doing so well. We headed out to the local bike path, since I was happy she was getting the hang of the shoes secured to the pedals. I planned on doing a gentle five miles so Mel could get an idea of what she was capable of.

Mel mentioned she'd been riding her Mom's hybrid and pedaling at the school gym. She was really getting into it. We did have a close encounter with an off-leash dog and survived. The pup ran out of a yard and was barking at us as we rode by. Mel swerved to avoid it, and it quit chasing us. We ended up doing ten miles total, and Mel was a little saddle sore from my road bike. Her mother's hybrid had a softer seat, which is good for cruising but bad for racing. I reminded Mel that the more she rode, the faster she'd get used to it. She decided to ask a few of her friends if they had any old road bikes she could borrow.

I was delighted by her attitude, and I think she noticed that. Before she left, I told her that next week I'd show her how to change a flat and let her practice it, because she needed to know, or her race would be completely ruined, not just disappointing.

With the little bit of drama from Mel and some from work, I upped my Bikram sessions. Instead of once a week, I made it twice a week. It's not much, but it did help clear my mind and helped me sleep at night. I always attend after work to calm down and relax before going home for the day. The woman who originally got me to try it was long gone, and I'd made a couple of friends whom I talked with while getting ready to stretch. This one particular evening was different.

While changing or actually getting undressed, I saw a young woman looking around who was very nervous. I normally don't talk to many of the ladies, but she looked almost panicked. I walked up to her, still in my bra and panties, and asked if she was okay. She said it was her first time there, and her friend was supposed to meet her, but she hadn't shown up yet.

I told her she's probably just running late. She went on to explain she'd never done anything like this before. I consoled her, telling her I was very nervous my first few times. I'd worn just my shorts and sports bra until I got comfortable being naked. It's only women, and of course, nudity is optional. Nobody here judges, and it's really helped me relax after a stressful day. She was a little relieved with that. I told her that if she wanted to just wait, it would be fine. But the class started soon and I had to go. She thanked me, and I went back to my locker and finished undressing. I turned to look back at her and caught her gawking. I just smiled, then headed out to the main studio. A few minutes later, as I was talking to one of the regulars, the girl entered with her friend, both in their panties and bras. She saw me and mouthed 'Thank you', and I smiled and mouthed back 'You're welcome'. She blushed, then pointed me out to her friend, who whispered something in her ear that made her blush even more. The rest of the session was normal, and I went home to a good night's sleep.

Mel's training in April and early May went well. Mel got over her butt soreness and was keeping up with me for twenty miles. She'd bought some bike spandex and wore it for her rides. She looked very good in it, and she knew it. I told her that since the swim was open water and not a pool, she needed a triathlon swimsuit. She asked why, and I explained that a triathlon suit is form-fitting, quick-drying, and has built-in padding for the bike part. She could use one of her racing swimsuits, but she wouldn't like it. I also told her she could try on mine to see how they fit. We were close in body types, and for one sprint, it didn't have to fit perfectly. It would save her money if she didn't like the sport and decided not to continue with it. She said she loved it already and thanked me for being sweet and caring.

The second week of May, I had a massage appointment with Aera. I wasn't sure if we were going to have sex or just my usual massage. When I entered Aera's spa, I greeted Caroline as usual. She smiled and was all ready to head home, and greeted me. Aera came out from the back, said hello, then walked Caroline to the door as usual and locked it after she left.

Aera had a look on her face that told me something was up. We headed back to her studio, and I began disrobing. I had to step over the sheet-covered pad to hang up my clothes, so I knew Aera had something in mind for me, and I knew it would be delicious.

I stopped undressing when she said, "Rayne, are you and Mel having sex? She texted me and told me you two had reconnected and wouldn't say much more than that."

I looked at her, a little surprised that she'd just blurt it out. I told her rather tersely and a bit harshly, "No, Aera, we're not. She's training for her first sprint, and I'm providing the bike and instruction. That's it, nothing more."

Aera looked at me, then relaxed and said, "Okay, sorry. I believe you, Rayne. I can tell when you're stretching the truth, baby. So, how did this training come about? All Mel told me was that you two were working together again."

I continued disrobing as I told her about Mel texting me out of the blue, then our swim, lunch, and her asking me to help her with the bike portion. I didn't mention the blackmail scheme because that would cause more drama. I also mentioned our races were at the same venue, and she should come watch.

Aera laughed and said, “I'm not going to stand around for hours waiting for you two. Thanks for the offer, sweetie, but I'll pass. Now, is anything bothering you I need to work on?”

I stood there grinning in a lovely crotchless powder blue lace teddy and replied, "Yes, I'd like to know where we're going with this, Aera. I know you've never talked about your love life, but are we lovers, potential lovers, just having sex, or what?"

Aera sighed, then said, "I figured you'd want to know at some point. Now is better than later, I guess. I'm not a commitment kind of woman, baby. I told you I lusted after you from the day we met. I still do, but we're not going to date or move in together. I've been down that road before, and I'm not a one-lover woman. I am who I am, and I doubt I'll ever change. I still want to be your confidant, muse, masseuse, friend, or whatever you want to call it. I also want to make love with you. If that's not something you can deal with, then we'll just go back to how we were. If you don't think you can deal with any of it. I hate to say it, but you're welcome to find another masseuse."

My grin turned to a frown as Aera laid it on the line. I thought for a few moments, then said, "I'm not changing masseuses at this stage in my life, Aera. I liked what we did last time. In fact, I loved it. I want you as my muse, masseuse, and lover. At some point, I assume you won't be upset if I come in here and tell you I'm dating someone special. And that will probably mean we won't be having sex because I consider it cheating. I'm still fairly conservative about those kinds of things, you know."

Aera smiled, "If you have someone you care about, then I'll be happy for you. Until then, we can explore and expand your sexual horizons. So, I guess we have an understanding then, good girl."

I smiled, replying, "I think we do. Now will you please drop that kimono so I can make love to that amazing body of yours?"

Aera giggled as she removed her kimono and dropped it on the floor. My eyes couldn't believe what they saw. Aera had a fake penis protruding from her pelvis, attached by straps around her legs and one around her hips. It was flesh-toned and looked almost real and bigger than any of the men I'd ever had sex with. She curled her finger, beckoning me to her. I scampered over and we stood there kissing, the fake dick pressing against me.

When our lips parted, Aera asked, "Aren't you going to say something about my friend?"

I purred, "I figured it was for me, obviously. I haven't had a good fucking in a long time, Aera. Let me finish getting undressed and then fuck my brains out, please."

Aera grinned, “That was my intention, sweetie. But, I want to watch you lube it up first.”

I giggled, then turned to put my teddy with the rest of my clothes. Aera swatted my ass as I started walking away. I turned back to look at her, smiling appreciatively, then finished undressing and returned to her. I asked where the lube was, and she said in my mouth. Aera can be rude at times, but I understood what she meant.

I dropped to my knees and started giving her fake dick a long and wet blow job. I stroked it, licked it, kissed it, and used my tongue to play with the tip as Aera nearly got off watching me. She purred and told me I looked very sexy on my knees, and I was doing a wonderful job of lubing her friend up.

I was very aroused also, seeing her with it just excited me, and the feel of the penis in my mouth just added more to my arousal. When she was ready, Aera told me to lie back on the pad and spread for her. We were going to do a missionary position, which normally would have been mundane. But, with Aera, I knew I'd get a fucking that would blow my mind. No early ejaculations, and since she was so fit, she could probably hump me all night.

I kissed the toy one last time, then took my place on the mat. I watched as Aera knelt between my legs and eased her friend into me. God, it felt good, and when she was all in, Aera started slowly thrusting away.

That woman has amazing stamina. She varied her speed, hovered over me like she was doing pushups, and still moved that fake penis back and forth in me. I've never had a man last as long or give me such a complete fucking in my life. I wrapped my legs around Aera's, holding her to me as she called me her 'good girl' and other sweet names. I had tons of praise for her and a few dirty words, which she loved. When I eventually reached my climax, I was in tears. My body was on fire, and my pussy was beyond tingling.

Aera was still in her pushup position as I writhed beneath her. She finally eased out, letting me thrash about on the pad and catch my breath. As I gradually calmed down, Aera removed her toy and lay next to me.

Looking over at her, all I could say was, "Fuck!"

Aera grinned, then pulled me to her, and we kissed. That led me to work my way down to her tits, nursing and suckling them to my heart's content. I knew it was getting late, so I eased myself down past those delicious abs, then took my time exploring her sweet vagina again.

I got bold and tried a couple of new things, like inserting a finger as I licked and reaching up to pinch her nipples while my tongue focused on her clit. Aera was enjoying my efforts as I brought her to an intense orgasm.

When she finished, we lay together, both sated once again. We talked, but not about love or anything like that. Our conversation was mostly about Mel. Aera confessed she overreacted when she asked about her. But, she said, Mel has a way about her that I should be aware of, and she can be manipulative at times. When she sets her mind on something, she usually gets it. I reiterated that I was only helping her and had no intention of sleeping with her. But I did grin and tell Aera she was really adorable.

Aera shook her head and laughed, calling me her naughty girl. I smiled, then asked if my sleeping with Mel would cause friction between her and me. Aera sighed and told me it really wouldn't. Mel was eighteen and could fuck anyone she wanted to. I told her I wanted to be sure we were good, but I still had no intimate intentions towards Mel.

We ended the night around ten, and I headed home and slept like a baby.

Since May was warm, instead of biking, I took Mel to the lake where the race was being held. She'd tried on a couple of my race swimsuits and noticed they were a lot different than her racing ones. I just grinned and didn't say 'I told you so'.

We arrived close to race time that Saturday, so she could actually see how chilly it could be. We were already in our swimsuits and had left dry clothes in my little truck to change into after our swim. I have two vehicles; my main ride is a BMW M4 convertible. I didn't want to put a bike rack on it so I bought a used Toyota Tacoma with a canopy to haul my bikes to races. It runs great, and I can lock the bikes in the back and not worry too much about them.

When we walked to the shoreline, I showed Mel how we entered the water. I started my sports watch, ran out, and just dove in, then surfaced and told her to join me. She'd been dipping her toes in the water and found out it was colder than the pool. I started teasing her because she was literally getting cold feet.

After a few taunts from me, Mel backed up, hit start on her watch, and ran in, diving under the water and surfacing next to me.

Her expression was priceless as she said, “Fuck! Rayne! It's cold!”

I laughed and told her she'd warm up once she started swimming, and then I took off. It wasn't long before Mel caught me, and we swam out and parallel to the shoreline, then out into deeper water. I kept checking my watch, and when we hit three hundred yards, I circled back with Mel pacing me the entire way.

When we reached the shallows, I stood and hit my watch again, stopping it to see how we'd done. Mel popped up beside me and checked hers. She was beaming when she looked at her time and distance.

Mel grinned and playfully slapped my ass and said, “Well, Rayne, ya think I can do this?”

I laughed, replying, “I think you've got this. That was great for your first open water swim, Mel.” Want to swim more, or we can walk around, and I'll go over what I think the layout for the start and finish areas will be like?”

She grinned and said, “Let's do both!”

Then she turned and dove back in. I had to smile as I started my watch again and followed her. We did another six hundred, then toweled off at my truck. We were going to change in the bathroom, but it was locked, so we walked around in our flip-flops as I explained how the starting area might be set up. I told her she'd get a timing chip and that it would go on her ankle. Also, a race bib which we'd safety pin on. I told her there were lines not to cross because of the chip, so be careful. I also mentioned that we'd be sharing parts of the course. Be sure to listen to the volunteers and watch for the arrows, or she'd wind up in part of my race and have to backtrack. Mel was smart and said she'd pay attention, and she was getting more excited with each workout. I told her that it was great as we headed back to the truck. Since the bathroom was closed, we could shower at my place. She could use the common bathroom while I showered in mine. She just smiled and said, "Cool."

I also suggested we ride the race route the following week so she could see that and maybe run the week after that. I'd run this Tri before, and I knew the route. It would also help her know where to go if a volunteer or direction sign was messed up.

She looked over at me and said, “Gosh, Rayne, you really are serious about this, aren't you?”

I laughed and replied, “Yep, I get a little anal with my racing at times.”

That made Mel laugh and reply, “Maybe meticulous? That might be a better word.”

I replied, “They both work for me, Mel.”

She just grinned and said, “Okay.”

When we arrived back at my place, Mel took her clothes into the common bathroom to shower, and I headed to my room. I told her to leave the swimsuit on a towel rack and I'd wash it later with mine. She nodded her head as she closed the bathroom door, and I closed my bedroom door.

After stripping the semi-dry suit off me, I turned the water on and stepped in. The lake water kinda stunk, and I was glad to be washing in warm, clean city water. I was getting my hair wet when I heard the shower door open and felt Mel's hands slip around my waist from behind. I opened my eyes and quickly turned to see her smiling face.

I exclaimed, “Mel! What are you doing here?”

She just said, “Saving water, silly. You've seen me naked at the pool. I just figured this was easier, Rayne. I didn't mean to freak you out.”

I replied, “Well, you did freak me out.”

She looked at me with those adorable puppy dog eyes and said, “Well, here. I'll make it up to you.”

Mel pulled me closer, tilted her head, and kissed me full on the lips. Her leg slipped between mine, easing them a little further apart. Her breasts pressed into me as she cupped my ass with her hands. I feigned resistance by trying to push her away so Mel would believe I was still straight. But I didn't resist too much and gradually melted into her embrace, moaning into her mouth.

We made out under the water, with me continuing to moan while my hands cupped her ass, pulling her tighter to me. When Mel's lips left mine and those puppy dog eyes looked at me, they were focused and serious.

Mel's voice took on a deeper, more serious tone when she said, "You can train me in triathlons, Rayne. But now I'm going to train you in pleasing a woman, and you're going to love it. In fact, you're probably going to find sex with a girl much better than with any guy. Now turn off the water and back up against the wall and spread those long sexy legs for me.”

I did as Mel suggested, not saying a word, looking defeated. I was actually glad she'd made the move. Watching her in all that tight spandex and the little flirts she'd been making were driving me up the wall. Now, finally, we'd get this over with, and the sexual tension would hopefully dissipate.

I shut the water off, then leaned back against the tile wall, spreading my legs as Mel watched. She was grinning ear to ear, believing she had me in her grasp. She moved towards me and kissed me hard. Her right hand cupped my vagina, and I felt a finger slowly start to rub me. I moaned into Mel's mouth because she was making me feel so delicious. Her sweet lips left mine, and I watched with anticipation as she knelt and began massaging my legs from my ankles to my pelvis.

Mel looked up at me with a sly grin and said, “You're so wet, Rayne. You're going to love this.”

Then she dove in and started licking me from bottom to top. Mel wasn't very gentle, but she was effective. Her tongue would brush my labia each time she licked, but it was harsh and uncaring, if that makes sense. She may have been with a few inexperienced girls, but I was more experienced than she was, and this wasn't what I wanted.

I hated to do it, but I stopped her with both hands and made her look up at me. I smiled as I told her, "I love your enthusiasm, Mel. But you lick pussy like a man. I'm sorry, but maybe your little inexperienced girlfriends love it, but I'm a mature woman and I know what a good pussy licking is. And girlie, you ain't cuttin' it. Go slower, savor it, take me to the edge and back. I'll show you if you'd like me to, cutie."

Mel was in shock. She sat back, plopping her tight little ass on the cold tile floor, looking up at me. I thought she was going to cry as I offered my hand to help her up. She took it, and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me.

We stood there gazing into each other's eyes as I whispered, "I want to make love to you, Mel. Not fuck you. There's a difference. Let me show you how to make love. It doesn't matter that I've never been with a woman. I know what I like, and I'm willing to bet you might like it too. Everyone is different, cutie. Let's slowly explore, and we'll find out what we both like together. How's that sound?"

She had her puppy dog eyes look on now, and when she spoke, it was a humble whisper, "Please make love to me, Rayne. Show me."

I brushed my finger against her cheek as I smiled, then leaned in and gently kissed her. She tried to slip her tongue between my lips, but I backed away and said, "Slow down, Mel. We have all day. Let me show YOU how to please ME first."

Mel nodded and said, “Yes, ma'am.”

I smiled, then began making love to her in my shower. We went back to kissing, long, slow, sweet kisses; my hands roamed her tight body, and she mirrored my moves. When my lips left hers, I left little butterfly kisses all over her face. I placed them on her neck, then her earlobes, and back to her neck. Mel was moaning and telling me she was getting very aroused. I whispered that I was glad because I was also.

My mouth found hers again, and we kissed a bit more until I left her again, to lick her collar bone, then down the front of her chest, and began making love to her firm, perky breasts.

Mel's hands were constantly roaming my body as I suckled, licked, and toyed with her nipples, delighting in how they felt in my mouth. I tested her by tugging on one gently with my teeth. She seemed to like it, so I continued alternating kissing, nursing, and pulling on her. Her moans grew louder when I took one of her breasts fully in my mouth, then let it pop back. I could feel her shiver, not from the cool air in the shower but from my focusing on her sensitive young breasts.

When I had had enough of those lovely orbs for the time being, I licked my way down that flat, firm tummy, pausing at her belly button to play with it using the tip of my tongue. That sent Mel into orbit. She used her hands to hold me there, so I continued teasing her, kissing and licking until she started to wobble and lose her balance. I held her tighter, then suggested she sit on the small bench at the back of the shower wall so she wouldn't fall.

She softly replied, “Yes, ma'am. Thank you.”

Mel looked back at the seat and rested her tight little ass on it while I knelt down, resting my hands on her quads. I looked down at her sex then up at her and told her, "I've never really looked at a woman's vagina before, sweetheart. But yours looks so pretty. Let me know if I'm not pleasing you, and I'll try something else, okay?"

Mel nodded slowly and mumbled, “Yes, ma'am. I will. I feel so good right now, thank you.”

I grinned, then lowered my face to her sex and began exploring with my lips and tongue. I traced her labia with the tip of my tongue, slowly, counterclockwise. Mel gasped when I actually touched her swollen outer lips, so I kissed the small folds, waiting for a reaction. She continued moaning and telling me she was feeling wonderful. I smiled and kept on kissing until her sweet nectar became obvious.

I used my hands to spread those long, taunt legs further apart, then used two fingers to open her swollen labia and insert my tongue. I thought Aera and I tasted okay, but Mel simply tasted divine.

Wrapping my arms under her legs, then resting my hands on her inner thighs, I held her legs open as I pressed my face to her sex. My tongue easily slipped between her folds and began exploring.

Mel was squirming and telling me how good I was making her feel as I placed the tip of my tongue under her hood and touched her swollen clit with it. Mel shook as I rubbed and encircled it, then I backed off only to return and concentrate my efforts on bringing her to a sweet and powerful climax.

As I delighted in her aroma and flavor, Mel kept wiggling and moaning, calling me sweet names and thanking me. I sat there, ignoring the cool tiles of the shower, gradually getting my little lover closer and closer to her orgasm. When Mel started begging me to let her cum, I didn't toy with her. I centered on her spot and made sure my sweet Mel had a climax she soon wouldn't forget.

I think I was successful because Mel clamped her legs against my head, as her body shook, and she nearly fell off the small bench. Luckily, I was holding her legs, keeping her in place as she shook and writhed in pure ecstasy. When Mel calmed down, she looked at me with those lovely eyes and thanked me. She said she'd never experienced such an intense orgasm from her girlfriends. Mel also apologized for being so callous with me. I grinned and told her I was glad we'd come to an understanding and now we could finish our shower, then eat some lunch and spend the rest of the day in my bed making love. She liked that idea, so she helped me up from the floor and turned the water back on. She even kissed me like a lover, long, slow, and sweetly, as the water warmed back up.