Ariana and Water Polo

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It was late June and school had been out for a few weeks. Ariana was laying in her bed, daydreaming about her life as a lesbian.

"Let's see, it has been ten months that I've been a lesbian," she thought. "I wonder how many girls I've known, in the biblical sense, since coming out."

Just for fun she was counting on her fingers and toes. OK, the first was Suzanne, then Tiffany, then Ashleigh, then KC, then Mom, then Alexa. She was up to thirty-eight and trying to think of more. She was coming up empty; she couldn't think of number thirty-nine.

"Thirty-eight. Man, I'm a lesbian slut!" she said. "Who knew?"

"Maybe she should start charting it, sort of like the one Alice had in the L Word," she thought. She watched the L Word re-runs on YouTube. It really didn't fire her up like it did with the previous generations of lesbians. But still, it was cool, and the ideas of the show rang true to this day.

"Nah, I'd never keep it up. It's fun though, keeping track, at least in my head," she said to herself. "Luckily all the baes have been great people, not creepers like some men."

As she said this, she wrote the number thirty-eight in her diary, on a fresh page. The least she would do is keep track. She decided she would write out the girl's names, but only with the first letter of the last name. She did it right then. Down the left side of the page, she began at the top with Suzanne and continued for twenty names. For the next eighteen names she moved toward the middle of the page, and wrote those down. She decided that she could do three columns of twenty, and then continue on a fresh page.

Suzanne S

Tiffany M

...

Madeline P

The last name, Madeline Peabody, was an "older woman" she met at Whole Foods, similar to the way Ashleigh had met her mom. It turns out that she was a thirty-five-year-old athlete. A water polo player and a former Olympian, she seemed to be in great shape. They were both looking over the bread, shoulder to shoulder, when Madeline joked,

"I'm not even sure what some of this bread is," said Madeline.

"For sure. I'd like to try something new but I'll probably get the standbys `wheat, white, or rye'," replied Ariana. She chuckled to herself, but Madeline caught the joke and laughed too.

"Are you buying just for yourself," said Madeline. "Is there...a man involved?" Ariana glanced quickly at her left hand. Only a ring on the middle finger; a good chance that she was lesbian.

"No thank you," Ariana said quietly. "Been there, done that."

"O really, that's good to hear," said Madeline. "My name is Madeline. Madeline Roth. I used to go by Maddie when I was younger." The girls shook hands.

"It's good to meet you," said Ariana. "Ariana Costa. I love your hair by the way. We have that in common- wavy hair, and I'm looking for a new stylist. The old one has run out of ideas. I think she is used to dealing with "heterosexuals." Could you recommend yours?"

"Oh, for sure," said Madeline. "She's at La Femme and her name in Bianca. It's a few blocks from here.

Although there was no one who could hear what she had to say, she lowered her voice.

"You're lesbian then, or perhaps, bisexual," said Madeline.

"Yep," said Ariana. "A lesbian." Ariana smiled confidently.

"That make two of us," said Madeline. "Would you like to go for coffee- like today? Like now?"

"Yes, and thanks for asking," said Ariana. "I've just got one more thing to pick up and I'll beat a path to the self-checkout."

"Me too," said Madeline. "Just a couple more things and I'll be right behind you." Then they both grabbed the same loaf of whole wheat bread, and started laughing.

"I guess brilliant minds think alike," said Madeline. Her perfect smile made Ariana's knees weak. Brilliant minds and brilliant teeth. Madeline took the loaf behind and was off.

Ariana grabbed the second loaf, and then took her place at the deli, second in line. She had that feeling that she loved, that she called the "Peaceful Easy Feeling". When she had met a new girl and the sparks were flying and she knew that she would have sex with her, the peaceful easy feeling settled in. She was focused on being number one now, but her body and her soul grooved on the feeling. She knew she was wet and getting wetter. She would get her new girl.

"Hee hee. So predictable," she thought.

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Less than ten minutes later the two girls where sharing life stories over Starbuck's: Espresso Frappuccino (iced) Beverage for Madeline and Coffee Frappuccino (Iced) for Ariana. Making sure they were "fully caffeinated".

Madelaine shared what it was like playing water polo in college (UCLA) and then at the Olympic level, playing in Athens in 2004 and Beijing in 2008. She was a lesbian by the time she hit high school and out by her sophomore year. She'd had plenty of girlfriend along the way but the greatest thing about the Olympics was the travel and meeting so many girls.

She had a great personality and was downright beautiful. Ariana caught herself gazing into her dazzling blue eyes, wondering what it would be like to take her to bed. Her tight athletic body was talking to her, saying "come on, make me an offer I can't refuse." Ariana lost focus for a second, imagining a shaven pussy for her to eat and fuck.

Ariana coughed nervously, getting her focus back. She talked about being a Cheer Captain at the local high school and what she planned on doing in college. Her ears had perked up when Madeline indicated attended UCLA as an undergrad, for the was Ariana's first choice in colleges. She just sent in her package to UCLA the previous week in fact.

"How long have you been out, Ariana?" asked Madeline.

"I have been out only nine months, a lesbian for ten," said Ariana. "But she had a lot of experience along the way. So, I know what I'm looking for...in a girl."

"Sounds like there have been quite a few girls in your ten months," said Madeline.

"There have, and I love it," said Ariana. "I know I will slow down some day, but I'm really enjoying life right now."

"Do you mind telling me how many girls?" asked Madeline.

"Not at all. Thirty-seven, but who's counting," said Ariana, laughing.

"Oh wow," said Madeline. "That's a lot of girls. But I suppose you meet so many in high school. I take it there are a lot of eligible girls at your school.

"And staff," said Ariana. "I've met some really hot teachers. Anyway, they say the general population is 10% lesbian. But I think our school has to be 25% gay lassies. It's if free for all, really. Some lesbians really go after the straight girls. Puts another notch in their belt."

"Really. How do you feel about that Ariana," asked Madeline?

"I've turned a couple girls, so I see what the attraction is," said Ariana. "But its not my thing. Some girls wake up plotting what straight girls they need to flirt with, which ones may be ready to turn. It's exciting. But it's not something to brag about, in my opinion."

"You know I was in lust with a cheerleader," said Madeline. "I didn't know it at the time, but she was gay then. A really cute blonde in my grade. She played it straight until she graduated and I was never able to get with her. I saw her a couple years later and she said my feelings in high school were mutual. She was great in bed, as it turns out."

"We cheerleaders are very much in the public eye," said Ariana. "Although back then, I'm sure there was a higher cost to coming out for a cheerleader."

"I'd love to make it thirty-eight for you," said Madeline. "We can go to my place right now; if live three blocks from here. That's my beamer right there." She pointed out the Starbucks window to an X5 in the first parking space.

"Can you bring me back to get my car?" asked Ariana

"It would be my pleasure," said Madeline.

"Sure, let's do it," Ariana said with confidence.

Madeline was an angel sent by God. Ariana had a goal of fucking someone every day, and she didn't know how she was going to make it happen that day. With school out she had been reduced to giving herself orgasms.

The thing for Ariana to do was to enjoy the experience, enjoy the ride as it were. When they were in Madeline's X5, Madeline reached over the console, grabbed Ariana's face, and kissed her, a full mouth kiss. That was followed by a second that included Madeline's big tongue which explored Ariana's mouth and invited Ariana to explore hers (which she did). They were just pulling away when the car on Ariana's side beeped and driver and two passengers got in.

"They pulled through when they parked," said Madeline. "That means, they walked up and were looking through our windshield before they got in their car. They saw everything. Oh well."

"You're not in Kansas anymore," said Ariana. "C'est la vie."

The both laughed at Ariana's comment. "For sure this ain't no Kansas," said Madeline.

Madeline got out some Tic Tac's and took one. She handed Ariana the small clear plastic container. I opened the snapping lid and took two into my left hand, shut the lid, and popped them into my mouth.

"If there is one thing I like before sex it's Tic Tac's," Ariana said. They both giggled.

"Tell me something, sweetheart. I might guess, based only on the snippets of conversation, that you have little patience with heterosexuals," said Madeline.

"Less and less every day," Ariana said. "Most of them are such A-holes, even the women. Heterosexuals and Republicans. Yuck. Luckily, it's just me and my mom at home now, and she's gay. My dad and brother moved out about 5 months ago. By the way, my mother is now worth millions, thanks to the lawyers."

"Nice; you'll have to dish on that one," said Madeline. "Well, as to heterosexuals, I've written them off. I deal with them when I must, but these days it seems very little."

"Isn't that the truth," said Ariana.

"Just you and your gay mom," said Madeline. "That's interesting. I would love to meet her. I've met a few girls in your situation and they are so well adjusted. Things were a little different when I was in high school. Well, here we are. I'm on the second floor; I live alone."

The trip to the second floor was uneventful, but they kissed and made out before entering her apartment. They continued kissing for a couple minutes when they got inside to the point where both girls, with shoulder length hair, and to straighten out their hair.

Ariana had no preconceived notions as to what her condominium would look like, but she was impressed. Madeline kept a neat condo; very neat. The kitchen and bar area were spotless. Walking to the living room with Madeline, she saw that it was very tastefully appointed, with one corner dedicated to a water polo display. There she saw some of the pics of the girls winning games, getting the champion's rewards. There was Madeline, arms around various hot girls. Girls, girls, girls. Olympic games, champs, more girls. Except for one or two male coaches it was all pics of girls. And now she was here with one of them, a thirty-five-year-old woman.

"You like?" asked Madeline.

"It's unbelievably clean, your condo," said Ariana. "These pics from your water polo career are adorable. The memories, huh?

"For sure," said Madeline. "I have a woman come once a week to clean, but I really am a neat freak anyway. Would you want to see the bedroom too?" They ended the short tour of Madeline's condo in her bedroom.

"Oh wow, this is gorgeous," cried Ariana. She was checking out the paintings, the rainbow colors in Impressionist style renderings of a train station and a downtown scene above the bed. A big flatscreen TV against the opposite wall. But most of all, she was bouncing on the bed, a four-post bed that looked pretty old."

"A gift to me from my grandmother," said Madeline.

"I bet it creaks when you're really doing it," said Ariana.

"Yes, it does," said Madeline. "You'll see. Are you nervous?" asked Madeline.

"Not at all," said Ariana. "I've gotten `The peaceful, easy feeling' has settled on me. I love it."

Madeline laughed. "The peaceful, easy feelin'?" she asked.

"It's a feeling I get when I've first met a girl and things go great and we're about to have sex," said Ariana. "It's just an energy that I feel all over my body, and it delicious. Wet and delicious."

"Sounds yummy to me," said Madeline.

Ariana moved in for a kiss and was met with Madeline's mouth. They stood in the living room and hugged and kissed and massaged breasts.

"Excuse me a second," said Madeline. "I just want to plug in my phone. I love making love to great music."

They got naked, and Madeline said, "Let me look at you, Ariana."

She got arm's length from the Cheer Captain and briefly looked her over and said "You know you're perfect. I've finally been with a perfect girl, after all these years."

Ariana, five-foot-eight and one hundred and thirty pounds. Her work with the dumbbells she keeps under her bed shows: she has a very lean body but the arms her upper body give evidence to the fact that she is pretty ripped and is someone you don't want to mess with. An all-over tan, brown eyes, brown hair with blonde highlights, perfect teeth, high cheekbones, and washboard abs. Fuck, she was a sight to behold for sure.

"Perfect is very, very nice of you," said Ariana. "I may be perfect, but I have not won anything yet, accept popularity contests. High School, NCAA championship, Olympic Silver and Olympic Bronze; if feel like an underachiever compared to you. So, I'm very aware of myself, of my strengths and weaknesses. I do work out a lot, though."

"Oh my, yes. And it shows, big time. Those are the best abs I've ever seen on a girl," said Madeline. "Baby, know that water polo is a pretty small world. I'm sure you're killing it in the most sought-after position in High School. The numbers of lovers you've had is testament to your popularity, and I can tell you're a very gracious Cheer Captain."

"Why thank you for that, Miss All-America," said Ariana. "This is the first time I've ever fucked an Olympic athlete. It's pretty heady."

"Well, I hope there's a second time," said Madeline.

"Ooh baby, don't you worry about that," said Ariana.

With that they fell down onto the couch and Ariana, being the top that she is and not in the least bashful, sat on Madeline with her butt on her abdomen, kissing her and doing nasty things to her.

Madeline was a great kisser, and was all over Ariana too. They both had two fingers in their respective pussies. While they kissed, they were jilling one another, slowly.

Ariana took control, which surprised her, given that Madeline was seventeen years older than her. She was obsessing over Madeline's C cups. They were so firm, with no signs of medical intervention. She had such large areolas, which would have suggested a baby at some point, but they had no bumps around them, which really turned Ariana on. She motorboated off and on for a couple minutes, prompting a "you go girl" from Madeline. Ariana laughed and they made out with full mouth kisses, with plenty of luscious tongues touring the mouths, slobbering all over the face and mouth.

But Ariana felt the call, and descended steadily to the prize. She loved her navel jewel, a tasteful Faux Ruby (she assumed) in a gold setting, and told Maddie. "Maddie", for that was what Ariana now called her, was overwhelmed by Ariana's love making; she mumbled something positive in reply.

"Oh yeah, put your tongue in my cunt and twirl it around," said Maddie. "And then make love to my clit you lesbian slut." She reached out for Ariana's shoulders, holding them for a while, surprised at how big and firm they were.

When Ariana's tongue found her shaven pussy (and what a big, magnificent pussy it was), Maddie was on her way to orgasm. She had become a different person, a more reachable girl. Ariana put two fingers in her cunt, and started jilling her, fucking her senseless.

"Oh, your fingers," said Maddie. "I love it. Put another one in. Oh yeah, you fucking whore."

Ariana loved dirty talk. Loved it.

"You're so sweet, your pussy is bubbling with your honey, you fuckin' lesbian cunt," proclaimed Ariana. "Give it to me baby."

Ariana just kept slurping and swallowing as Maddie's honey just kept flowing. With her large and long tongue, she was a cat, a pussy cat cleaning her bowl.

Just then the iPod music switched to lesbian tunes, and Ariana felt like she was in her own bedroom eating one of her girlfriends.

"Ain't nothing to it `cuz all the girls do, `cuz all the girls do it, `cuz al the girls do it," the singer proclaimed.

"Right on," said Ariana. "I love this song to death."

"Oh yeah," said Maddie. "Cuz all the girls do it, cuz all the girls...Oh, Oh, Oh. Here it comes."

Maddie had begun to feel the tingle, the rush. She was coming quickly, after only fifteen minutes of loving. Was it the new girl? Was it that she was so young, so beautiful? Yes and Yes and Yes.

"Aahhh," said Maddie. "Here I cum, I love it, I absolutely love it. Keep fucking me, keep going."

Ariana heard that as a good thing and kept her hand and her mouth busy, thinking instinctively of the next button to push. She started to put pressure on her anus, her closed asshole with the thumb of her right hand, while still fucking her with three fingers from her left hand.

Maddie came.

"Uugggh. Aarrrrgh," cried Maddie. She thrashed the sheets as she came and the steady flow became a torrent. Ariana saw this, and was anticipating it. She replaced her fingers with her mouth, latching onto to Maddie's pussy. She drank as she tongued her non-stop until she pushed her away.

"Uugggh, Uugggh," said Maddie.

"Aww yeah," said Ariana.

"No, no I can't take any more," said Maddie. She took a huge breath and then settled into the afterglow.

"Oh My God," said Maddie. "Where are you from? Venus? How did you know that my ass is so sensitive? God, this takes me back."

"Back to what, darling," said Ariana.

"Back to a couple of girlfriends," said Maddie. "One in high school and one in college. They both could really light my fire; the sex was so good. Like just now. I think it's the confidence thing. But there is something else. Let's just call it what it is―It."

"What?" asked Ariana. "I've heard other girls talk about `it'. I didn't pay too much attention."

"You know, when it when you see or experience it," said Maddie. "The girls who have it don't really know they have it. That's what's so cool. You've got it girlfriend. If I could just be a fly on the wall for half a day, I could give you ten examples of your it."

Ariana checked her watch to see if she had time for bottom play and she did. When you're with a girl sometimes she loses track of time. It was the summer and she just had to squeeze in piano practice and a run before dinner with mom.

"We're OK with time," said Ariana. "How about a strapon? Do you have one, and are you cool with it?

"I have some straps and I'm fine with it. You want to switch then; you're being a bottom this time?"

"Absolutely. If I could ask a favor," said Ariana.

"Anything dear," said Madeline.

"I'm really down to wearing a medal, perhaps the bronze one, as you fuck me. Put it around my neck. The Olympic thing has me quite turned on."

"Yes, that's kind of kinky," said Madeline. "Let's smoke some weed before we do it. I'm off today and I'd really like to get a buzz. You game?"

"I thought you'd never ask," said Ariana.

Madeline brought over a decorative box from her book shelf and took out a joint. She fired it up and took a hit, handing the blunt to her guest. Ariana took a deep drag, held it, and blew out a lot of smoke. Normally it would take at least three hits before Ariana was high but this was quality stuff. Madeline took a draw of the weed for the second time and she held it and held it, finally blowing it out. She laughed and handed the blunt to Ariana. Ariana, really relaxed, to another deep drag on the joint and held it for what seemed like thirty seconds. She blew the smoke out and started giggling, the weed already taking effect.

The women were getting more comfortable with each other and the situation. Madeline retrieved the bronze medal (the one in her living room was a replica) complete with yellow ribbon and insignia for the Athens games. On the way back to the bedroom she farted, and they both were hysterical.

She brought it to Ariana who bowed her head and to accept it. Still naked, she stood up and the medal fell between her breasts. Maddie grabbed her phone.

"It's heavy," Ariana said.

"The silver medal seems a little heavier and the gold heavier still," said Maddie. "Just stand there while I take a photo of you."

She snapped the pic and looked at it.

"Damn you are so fucking beautiful," said Maddie. "Just this random pic and you're jumping out of the phone."

"Let's fuck," said Ariana. She was a femme, but a femme in charge.

Maddie pulled out a box from under the bed. She found the strap she was looking for, and cinched it around her waist. Ariana appreciated that it was a pretty expensive looking harness, and the dildo was a smooth purple eight incher of sizeable girth. She hopped up on the bed and got in the middle on all fours, the medal around her neck. She looked at Maddie through her legs, relishing the glorious fucking that was to come.

Maddie grabbed some lube from the nightstand and lubed up Ariana's vagina. She put some more on the dildo, artfully squeezing the bottle of Astroglide and laying down a thin line of lube on the top of the shaft, and then spreading it with her left hand.

She slapped Ariana's ass asking her if she's ready to go for a ride. Ariana responded by shaking her ass.

Maddie moved the tip of the dildo back and forth along Ariana's entire pussy. The pussy really opened up, and Maddie lined the strap up with Ariana's hole, inserting the tip and maybe an inch of the shaft.

"Just give it to be baby," said Ariana. "God, I need it so badly right now."

"Here it comes, you lesbian slut," said Maddie. She pushed all the way, bottoming out 100% of the purple shaft. She withdrew half way, and plunged the dildo all the way. Again. She got into a rhythm by pushing half of the dildo in and pulling half of it out. She took care to never pull out all the way; the orgasmic feeling was in the rhythm. Soon she had Ariana "Oohing" and "Aahing".

After ten minutes or so, Maddie is grunting, groaning and working up a sweat with the responsibility of fucking Ariana with a strapon. She's trying to show that she's in charge; it's her house and her bed. That's fine with Ariana: "you can be in charge but you better bring me off," she thought.

"How are you doing baby?" asked Maddie. "Is it hitting the spot?"

"Oh yeah, keep it comin'," said Ariana. "Keep it comin' you lesbian whore."

Soon Ariana felt a tingle, and she knew her orgasm was imminent. Their filthy language poured from their mouths and could not be recorded here. Suffice it to say, Ariana and Maddie two gloriously beautiful lesbians, rewrote the lesbian cussing book at the height of orgasmic bliss.

"Aahhhh," said Ariana. "Whew, that orgasm must have been three or four minutes. You really know how to use that strapon."

"I've attended all the strapon practice sessions," said Maddie.

The both laughed rather loudly and Maddie's athletic reference. After the weed they were laughing at everything and anything. They both put there shirts back on, but left the panties wherever they lay.

"You want a glass of wine Dear?" asked Maddie.

"Sure, love one," said Ariana.

"White or red?" asked Maddie.

"Red," said Ariana. "Tell me about your current love life."

Maddie poured the wine and handed it to Ariana. The both took a sip, and then Maddie answered her question.

"Well, I've been alone for six months," said Maddie. "I had to part ways with my last girlfriend. She was cheating on me with a girl we both know at UCLA. Really awkward."

"Ouch," said Ariana.

"Why is it so hard to make the shift form lesbian slut to monogamy," said Maddie. "I know it's a process, but come on. It's like she wanted to have the security of well-employed person. But, once she had that in place, she started cheating. It was really childish."

"How did you meet her," said Ariana.

"We met at a tailgate for a UCLA home game," said Maddie. "We had so much in common; we both fell really hard for one another."

"That's a shame," said Ariana. "The other girl must have been really, really special. Oh, I forgot to ask. What do you do for a living?"

"Commercial Real Estate," said Maddie. "It's got its ups and downs, but is mainly a very good career. When the money is good, it's usually very good. You want to get your car now?"

They tipped their glasses back, got dressed, and walked out in search of a late model Honda.

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