The Best of Us (Sequel of “The Best of You”):
Chapter 3
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This is the sequel to The Best of You and takes place `12 years after the downfall of that. That was the beginning of Alyson and Cari’s journey, but this is the true beginning, and second chances only come once. So this is desperation time for Alyson and Cari to finally find some peace of mind in themselves and in their relationship. But can they make things work? Can they work through their history? Read on to find out. *
*And, as always, enjoy.*
(Cari, Part 6)
After Cari left Alyson’s office and after she finalized her workouts for the following day, decided on a quick row session down at the weight room. Luckily, she had a key and a change of athletic clothes to boot. Getting on the row machine always helped her calm her nerves as much as swimming or running had. It was only after the workout, and after her muscles cooled down, and it was only really after their afternoon practice, that she began to realize just how crazy flirty she had been with Alyson. Of course she was acting weird at practice. I practically showed her my hand by flirting with her out of my ass. Cari thought.
She had actually only just gone to Alyson to tell her about practice and the upcoming time trials that would be coming up soon. With all of that on her mind, essentially asking Alyson on a date was the last thing she was thinking of asking Alyson.
…
Later in the following day, and after a text from Cari that went unread, only there was only a short text from Alyson saying “Hi, I’m sorry and during practice that I was a bit weird, I was just trying to focus on the athletes and just stressed a little about… everything.”
Cari could imagine what ‘everything’ entailed and didn’t want to push her luck over the course of the last few days. So, instead of saying anything, she just responded with a smile emoji and said, “Okay, thanks.”
Then without thinking, Cari texted a follow-up, “You up for Sat. night still?”
After a few minutes of no responses, and after getting bored with the show she had on, she turned off the TV and found herself dozing off on the couch. She woke up to her phone buzzing and she read the text. From Alyson.
Cari reached for the phone beside her and, with a little surge in her heart, she looked at the message. With a smirk, she thought, I wonder how many times she had to take to send this.
Alyson texted, “I really can’t wait to come with you. To see you, just the two of us together. I want to, too, don’t get me wrong. I just have been stressed lately with the new job and coaching these guys and girls that are sometimes very impressionable. So, that’s the long answer.”
After another minute, there was another follow-up text that said, “I also say the short answer is, obviously yes, Cari.”
Cari couldn’t help but feel guilty at that, at both texts. For the first time in months, years even, Cari might actually get the chance to feel someone, a lover, again.
The following days at practice, Cari could feel Alyson watching her out of the corner of her eye every so often on those morning practices. Their texting became pretty much automatic and they were soon, in between texting and actually talking on the phone, spending their lunches together in one or the other’s office and even working out together after practice. They were both prepping for their time trials, trying to whip those who weren’t in great shape into decent shape for the trial, and also for their first meet which would be coming in a few weeks.
On Friday afternoon practice, after everyone was cooling down, and before packing up from another grueling practice, sprinters doing repeat 200s and 100s, and distance doing another tempo workout, Alyson came over to where the head coach, Jessica, and Cari were at the starting line of the track. She silently listened to the coaches talking and Jessica asked how the sprinters did. Alyson just smiled and said, “They’re coming along, but it’s still too early and I don’t want them peaking too soon.”
Coach Jess was nodding with that and Cari realized that her and Alyson had similar coaching methods. Work them, and get them into shape, but do not let them burn-up too early in the season. Oh, gee. Another surprising similarity between us.
She was always great with talking to other teammates, though. Cari thought.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see Mia, one of her top mile runners, come up to her and ask her a question.
“Coach.” Mia said. “Coach!” Mia said a bit louder, which this one got Cari’s attention, and Cari just shook her head, asked what Mia asked, and Mia repeated herself, rolling her eyes, “Pretty much everyone is done.”
Cari nodded suddenly and said, “Okay, let's just wait for everyone and then we can go home after our group meeting.”
Coach Jess nodded at that and then told everyone to gather around.
Once she had everyone’s attention, She said, “So, everyone did great today. Everyone had to battle through some aches and pains and we’re still here. Now, about the practice for tomorrow, for tomorrow morning, we are here bright and early.” After a few quiet, mostly female, rumblings around the group ceased, Coach Jess continued, “and tomorrow will not be a crazy tough day, but it will be another challenging day. I want everyone to get rest over the weekend, as it will be a lighter week coming up leading to the time trial day on the following Thursday. Alright?” After no questions, she closed up and turned to the rest of the coaches and asked if Cari, Alyson, or Jenn had any questions. With three shakes, she looked back at the athletes and said, “Okay, everyone get some rest, ice up if you have to, and be ready for tomorrow’s practice, and for next week.”
After practice, she noticed Alyson looking her way again, so she knew her comments, and flirting from earlier in the week, must’ve actually affected Alyson
. Alyson had actually agreed and looked happy to be surprised, Cari had to actually think of something quick when she said “it’s going to be a surprise.”
She knew the only place, right off the bat, would be she could bring Alyson to was the first place they kissed. At the Lakeside Palace Park. A ginormous park that had paved walkways, a basketball court, a few tennis courts, a few fountains, and a large lake right at the center of it about a mile from the parking areas. It was very secluded and had very nice Fall foliage. It was equally pretty in the Springtime when the birds were coming out and the trees were coming back.
Cari had checked and knew that they would be having an early practice for all throwers, runners, and jumpers. So, since she, and the other coaches, decided that it shouldn’t be too hard of a practice since they’d have a tough week coming up. That meant that they could have the later afternoon together. She wanted to take Alyson to the park to, well, not really to kiss her again, but just to get her to actually talk to me. I want to know what she’s thinking about us. Cari suddenly thought. But what if she didn’t want that?
That thought put her in a bad mood suddenly, but she tried to brush it off. It was hard to brush off anything when it came to Alyson because Alyson was all she could think of since that morning they were in the hallway together. That kiss was almost romantic if they hadn’t been interrupted.
However, also because of that incident, it made Cari realize she couldn’t wait too much longer to tell Alyson how she still felt. She wanted to tell her. She wanted to bleed her heart and soul out for Alyson to hear her, but she also wanted to play it cool. She wanted it to be safe.
(Alyson, Part 7)
Alyson was getting showered and ready for the day ahead at her place. She had briefly met with Cari after their successful morning practice, and they agreed to meet at around 4:30 PM and that Cari would come and pick up Alyson, just so they didn’t have to take two cars.
Having asked Cari what she should wear, and Cari responding with “whatever is comfortable,” Alyson decided on wearing her distance running shoes and a pair of tight, hip-hugging sweats that filled out her muscled body and chiseled looks. She could only hope that Cari might wear something a little risque but still conservative enough so that she wouldn’t have to use her imagination to find out what’s hidden underneath the sweats that Cari wears during track & field practices. After getting dressed, grabbing her phone and wallet, and putting on Sunglasses, since it was supposed to be a rather sunny day, and went outside just as Cari texted her that she was outside her place.
She saw Cari’s little blue car and compared it to her own bigger SUV that she loved. She didn’t know how safe the car was, but she figured it couldn't be too bad.
She went over and got into the passenger seat, after closing the door and putting on her seatbelt, she finally once-overed Cari and saw that she indeed was wearing something a little risque for wherever they were going. She was wearing a nice, v-necked top that showed a little cleavage, she was wearing blue short-shorts that went down to mid-thigh, and was wearing her blue and red colored running shoes.
Cari first greeted her with a smile and said, “I like your house.”
Alyson smiled and said, removing her glasses from her face, “Thank you. It isn’t my dream home, but for now it works. I just moved in a month ago. It was fairly inexpensive.” After a heartbeat, and after Cari pulled slowly out of the driveway, she added, “And there are no ghosts in there, too.”
After a soft chuckle and a nod of approval at what Alyson said, Cari then briefly turned her head back to see Alyson still staring at her outfit.
She softly complimented what Alyson wore. An easy-going sweatshirt and shorts combo that went well together and decked out by glasses.
Cari asked, with a knowing smirk on her own face, “You like what ya’ see?”
Alyson finally smirked back and just nodded as coolly as she could, before turning to the front and, trying not to sound too happy about the surprise but also somewhat unable to hold it back, asked, “So, you still haven’t told me where you’re taking me.”
Cari smirked again and said, “I won’t be spilling anything now, either. Though I would be lying if I said I wanted to talk to you about… well...” Then turned, and briefly made eye contact with Alyson, explaining, “everything. The last 5 years, the kiss, and just getting to know the real you again.”
Alyson nodded at that and softly said, “I’ll accept that answer.”
Then explained, somewhat reservedly, while still looking side-eyed at Cari, “I still want to know more about you, too.”
It was then that Alyson felt herself blush, saw Cari lose her smirk and then asked, knowing that Cari had seen her blush and wanting, for the time being, to change the subject, “Want to turn on some music?”
Cari smirked again, whilst still facing the road, simply nodded and turned up the music. It was some classic rock station that Alyson hadn’t listened to in years.
As they drove down a windy, forested road, just outside the town, Alyson began to remember the road and why they were going this way. There were a few parks in town, but most were for kids under fourteen, the park out this way was a nicely forested park and had amazing scenery. Once they began to pull into the park, Alyson thought to herself, It also was a special park because it was where Cari and I first kissed... and first shared our feelings. Damnit. I gotta stop being Chickenshit Alyson.
…
As they got out of the little car and as Cari made her way to the back of the car, she opened up the back of the car and she motioned Alyson over to her. As Alyson got closer to the back, she could see there was a basketball, a nice quilted blanket, and a cooler full of something.
Cari held out her hand with the cooler in-hand, to Alyson. Alyson quickly took it from Cari and Cari closed the back, locked it with her key, and then they began to make their way down a path.
As they made their way into the park, Alyson began to feel much calmer than before, I really did need this. She thought. Alyson having no clue where they were going or what they were doing, she was still a little weary of where they were going, but she remembered the path they were taking and, studying Cari’s stoic-looking face, knew she wouldn’t be getting anything from Cari.
Cari then, about a half a mile into their walk to the basketball court, stopped suddenly, which caused Alyson to stop and turn to face Cari. Alyson couldn’t really read her, but it seemed like a look of caution yet also openness. I know she could trust me, she’s said it once before, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust the new Cari.
Alyson stepped closer to Cari and asked what the problem was. Cari just took a deep breath. After lowering her head, eyes focused on the gravel and dirt trail beneath her feet, and taking another deep breath, she admitted, “I’ve always loved this place. Not just because it’s free to play basketball here, or because of the scenic views they have, or even the cool trails to come up and run on, but also because it always reminds me of a better time. When things weren’t too complicated.”
She finally looked Alyson in the eyes and said, with passion, even more passion than when she talked about running distance. It was the most passionate she thought she’d heard from Cari yet, then she listened intently, as they were in the shade of this trail.
“When you and I could come up on the weekends in the Summertime, play a couple games of basketball, get tired and eat food until we were stuffed, even though it was only lunch time.”
Alyson hugged Cari closer to her, and then holding her at arm's length, said, “I thought, having first seen you in that doorway some weeks ago, the Cari that left me behind was the one I thought I loved, but the one I also thought I’d never get back. That was why I was hostile towards you at the Olympics. That was why I resented you in college.”
After a minute of thinking things over, Cari finally stepped back up to Alyson and said, “Good, I’m glad we got that over with because now we can go have some fun.”
It was then that she got a basketball to the chest, and Cari, in a teasing voice, asked, “I know you’ve always been better than me at most sports, but... can you keep up with me in a race?”
At that, Cari began to take off, with rolled up blanket in-hand, and running shoes on, and the way her ass shook back and forth in those tight shorts as she ran as fast as she could from Alyson, to the basketball courts, was almost enough to make Alyson cream right then, but she managed to hold it in with a shocked squeal.
She soon found herself catching up with Cari, and although a bit rough and out of shape, even at her slowest, Alyson could almost always outsprint most of her runners, and even the other coaching staff. Alyson was soon feeling it after about 400 meters, though. She felt her muscles beginning to ache as she caught up to Cari and soon passed Cari on her way to the basketball court. When she looked back, tired as could be, there was Cari still pacing herself evenly behind her. She didn’t know what pace Cari was keeping in her mind, but it must’ve been fast if she was able to stay nearly on Alyson’s tail with Alyson at full speed.
After reaching the base of the basketball courts, she saw another figure, one familiar and the other less-so, and noticed that it was Jacklyn and her fiancé, a very skinny, once-great high school and college volleyball player named Cassidy Myer. She was tall and thin but had a toned butt like Jacklyn.
As they each said hi to each other, Alyson still more or less trying to reel her harsh breathing in, she saw Cari hardly out of breath. It might’ve been no more than 400 meters, but Alyson hadn’t been training anything more than 600 meters since two years back, when she finally retired from running.
When Jacklyn and her fiancé laughed at Alyson, Alyson just said, “Yeah, yeah. Keep laughing while you can. It’ll save you from defeat.”
After the teasing was over, Jacklyn and her fiancé gave each of them hugs and then they proceeded to get on the court and shoot around a bit.
After warming up for real, Alyson looked between Jack and Cari and asked, “Wanna play doubles?”
“Sure.” Was what Jacklyn responded with. Her and her fiancé, Cassidy, were stretched out already and were ready to go.
…
After about a twenty-minute game, they decided to take a break. Cassidy, as Alyson began to soon learn, was able to match against Cari evenly, offensively and defensively, even though Cari was faster. It was a competitive game that Cari and Alyson enjoyed playing together.
The truth was that Alyson really had been rusty, but so too had been the other three, she knew she was going to be playin’ with and against two of the most competitive women she knew, and once she finally hit her first two shots, which were just short quick shots, she finally started feeling it. She soon was drilling 5 straight shots.
All of a sudden, Jacklyn realized that Alyson wouldn’t give her anything to go by and would take it inside every time if she could. She was getting bodied by Alyson for the first few defensive positions. Only because Alyson had packed on the muscle she hadn’t really had when she was younger.
She was still explosive and, even though Alyson had been putting on more muscle recently, she’d still maintained her speed and athleticism.
They decided on going to a single game of 12 points. The first to reach 12 won. Cari and Alyson won the first game by five.
However, after their brief timeout and break, and after they decided to switch partners (Alyson with her new-found friend, Cassidy, against Jacklyn and Cari), things became a bit dicey after the first game when Alyson hit the game-sealing shot after the go-ahead, tie-breaker score by Cassidy to make it 10-9. Cassidy was nearly run over by her own fiancé when she took the shot.
What happened then, after that shot went in, was followed by Jacklyn tackling her girlfriend in a hug that led to them both laughing and trying to tickle the other. It stopped when Alyson gave a short but sharp “uhum” sound that came from the base of her throat.
After having seen this bit of friendly teasing between the two obvious lovebirds, and after one led and the other down by one, Alyson and Cari were pretty much left to face off against each other.
As with any competitive athletes, both wanted to win even if it was a fun game, and this time, instead of it being Jack with Cassidy, it was Alyson who tripped.
When they checked up the ball, right before play began, it was Alyson smirking at Cari and saying, teasingly, “You know what I’m gonna do to you, right?”
That followed with a silent ‘what’ from Cari, who had a devilish look on her own face.
Alyson then said in reply, “I’m gonna break your ankles.”
“Oh? Try me.”
Right after saying that, Alyson very nearly indeed broke Cari’s ankles, when she brought out her favorite go-to ankle-breaking combo. She went to do a hesitation-crossover and between-the-legs comb. Right when she felt Cari’s body turning from her and she felt the space separating between them, all of a sudden Alyson thought, Oh, shit. Simply because she too lost control over the ball, and eventually, lost control over her body nearly somersaulting into Cari’s front.
They landed with a joint groan from the impact.
Alyson’s initial reaction was to check on Cari, but she soon found herself face-first in Cari’s slight chest.
Jacklyn and Cassidy ran to them, and it was Cassidy asking, frantically, “Are you okay?”
Jack’s voice followed that by saying, teasingly, “Let’s give them some space.”
They were, miraculously, unharmed.
However, when Alyson opened her eyes, and saw those beauties staring back at her, nearly through her, and with hints of hidden promises in them, she slowly realized she was being peeled out of her shell by Cari. Cari’s been everything I didn’t think I would need after all this time, but still the one who holds me the tightest.
Before she could further diminish herself, she heard Cari say, only so the two of them could hear it, ‘We have to talk later…”
Once she peeled herself off of Cari, Cari leaned in and finished, with a question in her tone, “At my place?”
All Alyson could think to say was “sure” and then they were soon interrupted by Jack saying, “Okay, enough of the awkward yet sublime experience that’s just happened here, let’s finish.”
“Right” was all that Alyson could think to say. They finished the last bit of the game and it was a closer finish than it would’ve been, thanks to Alyson and Cassidy being out of touch and missing shots, and Jack and Cari taking quick, inside shots. Luckily they got one good rebound from Cassidy, who was at least 3 inches taller than Jack, and once she dribbled back and gave it on a really nice inside pass to Alyson, they finally finished Jack and Cari off.
Everyone was tired and dead for a few minutes so they agreed to set out the nice quilt blanket and sit on it to rest. They had a rather uneventful rest of the afternoon and then decided to pack up and head their own ways after they left.
(Cari, Part 8)
Cari looked over at Alyson every once in a while and noticed that Alyson was actually starting to fall asleep. She took some peaks over every so often to just see the soft, yet tough physique of Alyson. She might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but at least I can certainly appreciate that body she’s been hiding.
…
After getting back to Cari’s place, Cari softly shook Alyson awake and, once realizing where they were, Alyson apologized about nodding off but Cari was okay with it, and said as much.
Once inside, Cari, having put her coat and Alyson’s on the front door hanger, began to show Alyson her place. It wasn’t a fancy place, nor a big place, just big enough for one person, but it was hers. She showed Alyson her kitchenette, a small bathroom that was decorated in a light shade of blue, and finally they reached a doorway.
Cari explained, pointing to the door, “In here is my room, but we can save that for another night for now.”
Alyson then stepped closer to Cari, smirking, she placed a hand gently on Cari’s hip and said, “I’d like to see your room.”
After a few moments of silence between them, Cari took a step back and Alyson retracted her hand almost in pain.
Cari explained, trying to fix things quickly, “It’s not that I don’t want to, but it’s just that we have a lot to talk about. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to string you along today. I was just trying to have some fun with you.”
Alyson just nodded silently at that, but to Cari, Alyson didn’t still seem too happy with that explanation. She’ll have to just wait if she really wants me. Cari thought.
Once back down in the main room area, with the kitchenette, a nice and small island in the center of it.
Cari went over to the fridge, bent over to look in her small fridge, and asked, “Would you like something to drink? I don’t really have much, but…”
Before she could finish, she felt soft hips at her side, slowly working their way around her sides to her front, resting on her toned stomach. She took a quick breath, at this contact. She stood up quickly and turned her head to find Alyson’s eyes on hers and Alyson’s lips less than a foot from her face. I could just lean back and kiss her. At that thought, though, Cari felt herself stiffen up and take a step away from Alyson.
Alyson smirked something devilish and asked, “You have some water?”
Cari just dumbly nodded at that and said, walking over and grabbing two glasses out of the cabinet above the sink, “Sure, but I don’t know about you, but I need something a little stronger.”
After pouring the glass of water for Alyson, and looking back at her, she went over to another cabinet, opened it, and pulled out two bottles. She showed them to Alyson. Alyson could read the first one as clear as day, Patron Silver.
Cari explained the two bottles, she motioned to the one in her right, saying, “This one is, as you may be familiar with, Patrón Silver, pretty hard stuff if you’re not ready for it.” She put that bottle on the counter and, motioned with her left, said, “Or, this one. It is a bottle of red Pinot Noir that was imported from France when my mother went on a trip there last Summer.”
She also put this one on the counter and, as Alyson walked up to the counter where she put them, Alyson pointed at the wine. Cari nodded at that with a slight smirk and said, “I figure you’d pick the red.”
Alyson cleared her throat and said, “We do have to talk, but I also need some liquid courage.”
She picked up the bottle, and having successfully torn off the tab, tried to open the bottle, but she was left stunned when she couldn’t do it.
She didn’t realize it wasn’t a pull-off top like some drinks. Once she heard rustling and saw Cari return with a bottle opener, she laughed quietly at her own mistake and saw Cari come back around to her side.
Cari too chuckled at the little mishap but assured her it was fine and uncorked it with little strain.
Cari could see Alyson was indeed shy and apparently nervous, but wasn’t too sure if it was the lapse in judgement at the wine bottle, or if it was other things on her mind. Either way worked fine for Cari if it meant she got little moments where she could see Alyson’s darker skin reflecting a blush, like that moment.
…
Alyson, after some prodding from Cari, managed to sit down across from her at the little kitchen island, where stools held them up, and Cari’s first words were, “I thought by leaving you, and this all behind, would change me. Maybe make my stepdad proud. Maybe make him see that I could live on my own. Even in college I thought I could, but he never saw it that way.”
Alyson just waited for Cari to continue and so, after a deep breath, Cari picked up her stool and moved to sit next to Alyson. After settling herself into the not-so-comfortable stood, she looked into Alyson’s dark eyes and explained, “Even if we couldn’t have found a way to make it work as a couple, I wanted us to at least stay in contact…” After a moment of deliberation, and a patient look from Alyson, Cari felt good about coming out and saying everything she was feeling, “I had a really nice day with you, Alyson. It made me realize how much I messed up, how much both of us did, and how I am so sorry that you had to feel like I didn’t ever love you…” then Cari looked at the island, blinking back tears Cari added, “I always loved you… for your heart and soul. I never thought once differently from you because of our skin colors.”
Alyson finally, after a moment of taking it all in, said, “I don’t need to be a millionaire, or a billionaire, or have the nicest house, or the nicest cars, or the coolest clothes. I just want to leave my mark on the world. I think I’ve done that in racing. And now, I want to move on and coach my sprinters to be the best they can be. However, I’m not ever going to be able to do that without someone in my life. Someone like you, Cari.”
After that, Cari looked back at Alyson and saw the honesty in her eyes at that statement. It was then she too realized she had never really stopped loving Alyson.
Alyson suddenly stood up and Cari followed, wondering if she said or did something wrong, but Alyson just shushed her with a finger to her mouth. Then Alyson assured her, “I’m not running anywhere,” and then she surprised Cari by wrapping Cari in the biggest hug she ever felt. Once they pulled away, and were staring into each other’s eyes, Alyson explained, “You want to show me your room, or do you want to stay like this all night?”
It was said in a somewhat teasing tone, and at that moment, Cari couldn’t decipher what Alyson was saying because she was so high on Alyson’s presence.
Alyson smirked and said, “It wasn’t a joke. Cari, I’m saying that I want to take you to bed, but I don’t know where it is, I didn’t really pay attention on your little tour.”
Cari softly nodded and, almost robotically, answered, “I can show you, if you’d like…”
Alyson’s smirk grew longer into a full smile, before softly saying, “I’d like that.”
Cari, still somewhat numbly, took Alyson’s hand in hers, and led her to the small room. Only two or three drawings aligned the sky-blue walls.
Once the door was opened, and light turned on, Cari felt Alyson turn her around, so they were once again face-to-face. Cari could feel Alyson’s eyes all over her body. God, I’m already wet, Cari thought.
Soon, though, Alyson had Cari in the room and pressed against the bed. Lips on hers, stinging them so sweetly.
It all happened so fast Cari desperately grasped Alyson’s shoulders and shouted for Alyson to wait.
Alyson pulled back in sudden fear, asking, “Are you okay? Do you still want this?”
Cari didn’t want her to feel that. So, reaching out and gently taking Alyson’s face in her hands, she explained, “I do want this. I do want you, so badly I can already feel myself getting wet.” At that, Alyson growled slowly in her throat, a noise that Cari could grow to love, but Cari snapped out of that thought for the moment, instead explaining, “I do want this… still, I want to take this slow.”
Alyson slowly nodded and backed out of Cari’s embrace. That's not what I want, either! Cari thought.
Cari then asked, looking up into Alyson’s eyes, “That’s not what I meant, either.”
She reached up and pulled Alyson slowly below her.
She could feel Alyson’s gasp in her throat, as she settled above her.
Cari slowly traced her fingers through Alyson's hair. She slowly danced her slim body atop Alyson’s. She felt Alyson’s hands find purchase on her butt. She, too, found purchase on Alyson’s incredible abs. She pulled back to momentarily take in the tight 6-pack abs. She looked back up at Alyson, who was beginning to look rather flushed. Soon, though, Cari found herself hungry for the feel of those soft lips again. She found herself clasping onto Alyson’s firm shoulders for support. She found those lips and was met with a soft sigh from, who she thought was Alyson, but was surprised when she found she was the one to make the sounds. They were both panting, grasping each other tightly, as they began to work their clothes off each other.
The room, once a normal temperature, became something like a sauna to them. The sweat began to build on their bodies as they sought to crawl atop and inside one another. The only noises in the room were those of the bed’s soft squeaks and the noises emitted between Alyson and Cari.
It was a profoundly different experience than one Alyson and Cari both had ever experienced before, or since their last coupling some ten fifteen years prior.
Alyson turned them, so she was atop Cari, and Cari could feel Alyson’s firm, muscular body resting softly atop hers. Their sweat and musk meshing in the air and all around them.
Cari then found the panties Alyson wore, a cute pair of boyshorts, and took them off with Alyson’s help. Soon, though, they both found themselves completely devoid of clothing and were gently a puzzle piece that fit perfectly together. Soft body and firm body colliding over and over again. With kissing and fingers moving over and in each other's bodies.
Cari could only think, Finally. It’s finally happening.
(Part 9, Cari & Alyson)
"Oh God." Gasped Alyson's guttural, sexy-smooth voice. "You make me feel like a living goddess."
"You are a Goddess to me. I was just too afraid you’d run if I pursued too far." Cari gasped.
Alyson stopped her soft kissing on Cari’s neck, she asked, “Really?” After Cari just nodded against her body, she straightened her back and looked down into Cari’s accepting, honest eyes, and said, “I felt the same way initially. However,” She explained, as she rearranged them on the bed, “I don’t care now. Just care about you.”
That was said before ingesting a mouthful of her awesome tits, in her mouth.
She soon motioned Cari to turn, giving a mouth full access to
measureless steppe of amazingly ripped, rocky muscle.
They contrasted greatly between Cari's more tightly toned abs and agile-looking body, with a tight, toned butt to boot. But the real squirt-busting kicker was the juicy, darkly-tanned thighs of the light-skinned black woman standing before her.
As Alyson grew closer to her on the bed, they slowly merged for an intense, soul-searching kiss that found them both reeling for more physical connection. For more pleasure beyond repair.
They began grasping at one another, again, totally and completely submerged within each other's scents and tastes. A love like this could never be found. As they soon found themselves falling into a natural 69 position, one with Cari again on top this time, Cari felt the soft, yet firm, hands molding and kissing her ass. She soon found herself moaning out when she felt that mouth of Alyson’s on hers. She ended up following Alyson’s mouth with her own techniques.
Cari almost couldn't tear her eyes away from the stark differences in the two of them. *I can't believe this is happening to me... no, to us.* Cari thought.
Cari looked back up at Alyson deeply, before saying, "I've loved you for so long, Alyson. I need you to find that inner strength to be the best for me. I need someone now that I have no one."
Alyson stopped her sucking of the hardened teat in front of her after feeling Cari’s soft body shaking on top of hers. She looked back up at Cari for a moment in shock and then after shaking it, she felt something else take hold of her. Something much grander than she ever thought.
Like the age-old tale of The Grinch stealing Christmas. Then giving it back and growing a larger-than-life heart, that’s what it felt for her. She slowly gave a deep, searing kiss that cut off any more words aside for the silent mewlings from the two women lying together. Loving one another. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words, but other times, words can be more meaningful and impactful than any kind of actions.
In the case of those two women there, on that Queen-sized, two-pillow bed, Alyson knew she'd never ever tire of the feeling she felt for the love of Cari from her. Filling her heart with so much joy, she knew she'd never forget this moment.
Alyson, the former Olympic stand-out, and her lover, Cari Richards, another former Olympic 800 meter finalist and Bronze winner in the 2012 London Olympics. The same games that changed her life when she met a gay diver and her wife, and two young children, a girl and a boy, and their happy, loving family.
No signs of cheating, infidelity, and if there had been any, there would've been a murder trial for either of the women as they loved each other so desperately. Cari, as well as Alyson, knew it was possible to have anything, *If an Olympic dream was possible to have happened, Then why can't we love each other wholly.* Cari thought while still being lip-locked with Alyson's big, juicy lips on her smaller, albeit lovingly soft ones.
Alyson slowly worked her way down Cari's body, but was, nearly when her mouth began to lower to touch and taste the soaking-wet pussy that she couldn't take her eyes off, much like the rest of her body. She was met with a force stopping her from going any lower when she felt a tug on her hair by Cari, she looked up and saw into the blue, glazed-eyed expression. That look she'd seen on so many other female lovers of the last ten years, but all that, all those times, meant nothing compared to this one moment they shared. *She wants me to fuck her with the strap.* Alyson thought meaningfully.
With eyes grazing over at each other, while groping at each other's bodies softly, Alyson finally conceded. Alright, fine. You get the 7-incher to start.
Slowly, Alyson understood what Cari was motioning toward and she lightly nodded her head. "I still want to taste your body later."
After a moment of adjusting the strap and dildo, she turned back to face her lover who was propped up on the bed, and she slowly slinked over to said lover. She slowly sank onto the bed and into the waiting, now-open legs, arms, and body of Alyson. The woman she'd been secretly pining over for 12 years (or maybe even longer). She slowly came back up onto the bed, "Do you trust me?"
Slowly, Cari nodded and silently moaned when she felt Alyson lay her body flat on top of Cari's. *Finally, YES!* Cari thought excitedly.
Her forearms resting to each side of Cari's face, their hungry mouths, hands, and hearts searching for one another after all the time apart. And like the last time, some 9 years ago when they were once this passionate with each other. Before they thought the novelty of a relationship like that, a light-skinned black track star with a freakish athletic ability and sexy-as-all-hell (or Heaven) body, and a slender, petite, and exotic-looking Swedish and Italian-American-born tanned girl with the "shining smile of a million stars" as she was nicknamed by Alyson. It worked because they'd make it work.
They knew more than they did when they were babies in this life. They were probably like that in the last life, both were certain of the fact they were soulmates and would never truly part, even in and after death.
Cari sighed, looking deeply into the light browns that stared back at her, "Wow, I don't know what to say."
She smiled as her hand stroked Cari's flushed cheek. "Don't say anything, then. Love it. Take it. Then hold me."
Slowly, Cari began to lose it and control, she clawed at Alyson's back and squealed out for Alyson to take her with the girthy strap. She didn't have to wait long because once that strap was deep inside of her and rearranged her guts fully. She was met with the strong, powerful, constant thrusts after thrusts of Alyson. Taking her, and really owning her body's strength and power growth, and as more than just for show, she just starts really fucking the shit out of Cari. Next would be taking the tight little asshole, but Alyson wanted to ease into that one. Yeah, we're going to have to ease that in slowly. She's barely taking the 7-incher.
While getting railed out by the 7-incher, and while Cari was squealing in incomprehensible language at this point, Alyson didn't care. She felt cari grab a hold of her ass cheeks. She looked down into the eyes of her lover and saw her going hazy-eyed again. Knowing she was causing this powerful reaction only made her more aware of the mini-vibe she had built into this strap on her end, so she could feel more with her other lovers as well, she started to really feel it this time. Everytime she met Cari's newly spread-open, juicy, sweet pussy with her strapon she felt the pressure. She felt it building and building until she couldn't take it and she found herself screaming and groaning her girl's name just as Cari was screaming her, *Oh, yeah. She's a squealer and a fuckin screamer... and I fuckin' love it.* Alyson thought satisfied.
"My Queen." Cari gasped, kneading the broad, heavy muscle resting in the palm of her hands.
"My one and only Queen."
"Oooh my God. That was… too good." Cooed Alyson before smothering Cari’s face between the ripe fullness of the tight, b-cupped breasts that had slowly but surely grown back from her time away from the track and time on as a coach.
They lie there sweating and smelling each other's scents rolling through the sheets and room. It was overpowering and Cari couldn't wait to do more with Alysons.
Cari's white skin contrasted with the deep chocolate black of hers.
Damn I was on fire, I felt things I knew I shouldn't, but had no choice in allowing in. Cari thought.
"The bad thing? You know what that is?" After a slight shrug and then shake of her head, and a quizzical look, Cari explained, "The bad thing is I don't have an ounce of energy in me right now. But, you know what the good thing is?"
Alyson just let a stupid, slow grin spread on her face before she asked, 'What is it, Cari?"
Cari looked back at her, then slowly, as Alyson took off the harness and strap and threw them on the floor below them, uncaring and willing to clean it up the next day, said, "I think the best part is that I'll be ready again in about 15 minutes." As she said this, Alyson rolled Cari to being half on top of her.
She felt a hand gently rest on her lower thigh, just holding her as they both came back down. "However," Cari then said, sitting up more, "We'll also have as many years together to try this, and many more things, if you will accept."
Alyson, slowly nodding and still a bit hazy, said, "Let's just enjoy this for now. But, I do agree."
She smirked before saying, "I totally, completely accept this. But only as long as you let me put down that dick once a week, minimum."
Cari looked at her and a smile broke out again, one of the first real smiles of her's that Alyson had been gifted of seeing. It lit up a room like a million Suns, and then said, with tenderness in her voice, "I'll accept that. As long as I get to eat your pussy at least twice a day... minimum."
Alyson smartly didn't reply to that because she too was worn out from just the one she got out of the strapon pounding.
With a sigh they both fell to sleep in each other's arms. With hope, love, and restoration in their hearts and souls.
(Hey guys, and gals, I may come back for another chapter in this, just as a kind of epilogue for the characters, but as of right now, this is The End.)