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The Gymnasts

 

As a child of five years Libby was already quite the gymnast. She would practice cartwheels and flips in her back yard and do splits and other flexibility exercises spontaneously. Like, if her mom told her to go "pick up your room before grannie comes", she would first do the splits or jump up and try to reach the ceiling with her small hand before proceeding to pick up her room. A few simple items such as a practice mat to cushion her landings, were all she needed to practice, something she did daily for as long as she can remember.

 

Her mom, Candace Smith, was already saving money for the gymnastics squad, which for Libby, could begin as early as 8 years old. She worked for the local bank and had recently received a promotion to head of the branch. Her father, Burt, was a junior high school principal, and he and Candace had a decent relationship. They knew, deep down, that their child was destined for greatness, and they were consigned to simple vacations and a modest lifestyle. Gymnastics would come first.

 

What Burt didn't know is that Candace had deep sexual yearnings for women. A blond bombshell, she took great pride in her looks and her body. She could certainly turn heads when she was out and about. She kept her lesbianism in check during the early years of her marriage, but that did not stop her from dreaming about Danielle Swanson, her high school love. The two were an item starting in 10^th grade, though certainly on the down low. Many tears were shed after graduation as the two went to separate Universities. Recently she saw Danielle around town and invited her to lunch. That seemed to spark something; her married life was, shall we say, blasé.

 

Danielle had married, and she was now Danielle Perkins. She too had a five-year-old daughter that was also getting into gymnastics. Although it was obviously early, her daughter Kaleigh was a budding star in her own right.

 

Candace found she still had a thing for Danielle, and they had each other over for coffee and sex several times. Now, with gymnastics, they would have a great cover for their lesbian relationship: they made love at least once a week for years.

 

But Burt had some ambition and some secrets of his own, and some of it involved money. Burt had secret theft going on at school. He stumbled upon a school savings account that had seemed to have been forgotten, or dormant. It had just $900 in it and there had no activity for years.

 

He decided to produce fake invoices for stores like Amazon and Target for school supplies, though nothing had been purchased. And then he wrote checks to himself to pay for the "supplies." Checks for $319.45 or 232.16 or 197.23; about one per month. The account would then receive the funds from the general ledger. Then he set up a joint checking account with his wife at an out of state bank where they used to live and deposited them there. He knew what he was doing was a crime, but he didn't feel his work for the school was appreciated. He was sure he would not get caught.

 

At first, he paid little attention to the money, but when it grew to over $8,000 he started to spend the money, doing his best to cover his tracks. Most of the money was spent on fees for Libby's gymnastics.

 

*****

 

When Chloe turned six, she signed up for gymnastics at the local Academy. Libby, the younger of the two, had to wait another seven weeks until her birthday. She felt great anticipation for the day when she would put on the leotard and join the local club. Mom and dad were almost as enthusiastic, taking Libby to the Academy once a week just to watch the older girls.

 

The thing is, once she saw something new, she immediately got it, and would go home to practice it to perfection. Thus, when her turn came to sign up, she was immediately best in her cohort: she literally turned heads. She finished everything with a flourish: a smile, a pose, a little something extra that had everyone in the Academy shaking their heads in awe at the wunderkind in their midst. She had watched the American gymnasts in the recent Olympics closely and absorbed everything. She noted that the way they turned their hands or held their heads or smiled after the exercise was almost important as the exercise itself.

 

Soon, her best bud Chloe began to imitate her. Chloe was not the jealous type, and let Libby lead the way. Eventually they became known as the Twins, as they did every exercise pretty much the same way and were never seen apart.

 

It was no surprise to Candace then their passion turned toward one another. At around their eleventh birthdays they were seen kissing and extra hugging after a particularly good exercise at the Academy. The women who ran the Academy had also noted mutual affection, and subtly mentioned it to Candace. Candace was aware of the talk and told Libby to tone it down a little. But it didn't bother her at all: she was having her own full-on affair with Chloe's mother. The moms approved of their daughter's relationship.

 

By this time the two had been in gymnastics for five years, and they were "amassing the hardware." People high up in Gymnastics USA regularly saw them at meets and they, together with their mothers, felt like royalty. It had to be truly a bad day for the two girls to go 1-2 in every competition they were in. Libby was usually finished first, but Chloe sometimes edged her out.

 

*****

 

In the fall of six grade year, they were headed to a meet in Chicago where there would be the best competition they had yet seen. The mothers had a room, and the daughters were right next door. They had a couple hours before the meet began and planned to relax in the room together. The rooms were not adjoining, Libby noted, and Chloe gave her a sly smile.

 

"You know what we're doing tonight," Chloe said.

 

"Yes, I do," said Libby. "Tonight, we fuck, like good little girls. While we're doing each other, our moms will be fucking like teenagers. They have their own thing; we have ours. Come here and kiss me."

 

They made out for a while, then surfed the web on Libby's laptop looking for hot lesbian videos. After a while they turned their attentions to one another and kissed and felt the nascent boobies and fingered each other's cunts. These precocious athletes had strong orgasms and came quietly. Then they had an hour to get dressed, and their mothers came and helped with the final touches. There were two mirrors in the room and this time Candace had a surprise for them. She did Chloe's makeup and Danielle did Libby's. It was very sensuous for all parties.

 

The competition was on a Friday night and went through 4:00 on Saturday. Candace and Danielle and the girls would fly home on Sunday afternoon, giving them time to unwind.

 

The first day of the meet was going very well, with Libby and Chloe holding down the 2^nd and 3^rd spots. Our gymnasts got back to the room from the Chicago gym around 6:00. They had already had dinner, and Candace and Danielle had told them they were on their own (not to leave their rooms) until breakfast the next day.

 

Chloe turned to Libby and kissed her on the lips. She did this regularly, but tonight was going to be special. She seductively took off her jacket and threw it in the corner, while Chloe did likewise. Then came the polo shirts and the jeans. They were both down to their bra and panties, red for Libby and powder blue for Chloe.

 

They continued to kiss and hug, while mashing each other's B cups. Six months ago, they had begun puberty, and quickly grown hips and tits and pubic hairs. They loved it because they were becoming women and sexually active with each other. Unlike in gymnastics, Chloe was the dominant girl. Their lesbian relationship was destiny, like an amazing dream come true.

 

"Let's get into bed," said Chloe. "I want to see you naked and eat your pussy. This is going to be our coming out party."

 

"Your wish is my command," said Libby. "I'm so down for eating you out, my dear."

 

"Our moms will have to let us join them in their bedroom," said Chloe. "Maybe next time. I think they know we're gay. We can make their job easier if we just come out to them soon."

 

"I could go for that," said Libby. "Sort of make it official. The makeup session with your mother was hot I must tell you. It sure sounds yummy."

 

"Oh, for sure," said Chloe. "Your mother was whispering in my ear half the time. I think I wet my leotard."

 

"You have no idea. Mine was soaked," said Libby. "I was glad our uni's were black."

 

"Hee hee," Chloe said. "Our little secret. But you know what, I was relaxed for each routine. Weren't you?"

 

"For sure," said Libby. "Tomorrow we're going to kick ass."

 

Libby and Chloe had been watching Internet videos on YouTube and porn sites such as Pornhub for a couple years now. They also enjoyed lesbian erotica, such as incest stories or stories about young girls doing each other. At eleven and a half, they truly believed they were WLW; they saw no boys in their future. Only women. They were surrounded by women at the Academy, at home, at school, and they could feel it, wanted it, loved it. These were women that spurred on lesbian fantasies and sparked their lesbian lust. In fact, Libby and Chloe were in love. Boys? They had no time for those weirdos or their toxic masculinity.

 

They stripped naked and made love. They were both physically aggressive when they made love; they were physical specimens and had endless energy and it showed in the way they loved one another.

 

They both had A or B cups and they took turns sucking a licking and mashing their partners breasts. It was so good.

 

"Ah Libby, right there. Keep sucking it, please," said Chloe.

 

And Libby would keep sucking it, and she would go down on her best friend, and lick her pussy like a bad girl should. After several licks she would stick her middle finger in the creamy hot pussy. She could barely touch her friend's hymen, which she did every time they fucked. She knew she would need a strapon to really breach the hymen and take her virginity.

 

"Oh My God, you cunt, that is just so right," said Chloe. "Ahh, yeah, my hymen feels you honey. Ahh, my hymen is yours when you want it."

 

"Baby, I feel we should wait a few months and then take both of ours on the same night," said Libby. "Can you wait that long? We'll both be twelve then."

 

"Sure mama," said Chloe. "I'm so hot for you and your sex and our fucking all the time."

 

Just as they are precocious gymnasts, they are beyond their years as sexual athletes. Who cares? It is their lives to lead, and no laws are being broken. Libby took Chloe to the bed and thoroughly sucked her pussy, using all the tools at her disposal. By this time, most outside observers could not tell if they were 12 or 20; they were just that skilled as lovers. The two of them would have made their mothers proud. Both climaxed and then took a shower together. Their mothers were doing the same; they even heard some muffled screams coming from next door.

 

"God, give it to me, you whore," said someone. "Ooh, it's so fucking good."

 

"You love that, dontcha," said someone else. "Eat it babe..."

 

Libby and Chloe really got a good laugh out of that. The rest of their screams were unintelligible.

 

The Sunday of the meet was in the morning and Chloe and Libby finished where they started: 2^nd and 3^rd. They were happy with the result. It was a big meet, with athletes from all over the Midwest. One small incident was a bit of an eye opener. When a girl came off an excellent floor exercise, she jumped into the arms of a fellow 12-year-old and kissed her several times on the lips while wrapping her arms and legs around her. Supposedly it was a girlfriend-lover, but it was a bit much our girls thought. Lesbian sex was in the air, and it was everywhere.

*****

 

Burt was arrested at school. He plead guilty and kept his wife out it, saying he forged her signature on the out of state account application. He was sentenced to 6 months in jail and restitution to the school of $9,500. Frankly, his life was ruined; he would never run a school again; no one would trust him around money.

 

By this time Candace madly in love with Danielle, and not so much with her husband. She was surprised by his arrest but saw it as a chance to end the travesty of their marriage. She took 50% of marital assets in the divorce. In her position as a bank manager, she was financially well off.

 

Additionally, Danielle had divorced her husband the previous summer, getting the home and 50% of the financial assets. She had caught him cheating and he did not deny it; she had plenty of evidence, including photographs and the recording of phone calls, that went back several years and many women. She was working in the Gymnastics Academy full-time; she was in a perfect situation to marry Candace.

 

The two were hitched three months after Candace's divorce came through. They're honeymoon at a Caribbean lesbian resort, where they strutted their toned bikini bodies, was a non-stop orgy with beautiful women. They combined assets and got a rich condominium with three large bedrooms: one for them, one for their daughter-lovers, and a third for playmates, er, guests.

 

By this time the girls were in high school and were among the top five gymnasts in the country for their sophomores. Their secret weapon was sex with their moms or with each other: the ultimate relaxation regimen. They were always ready for whatever the competition thew at them. They gave their virginity to each other, and their mothers got them involved with a Mother Daughter Society.

Having sex with experienced mothers and girls kept their relationship fresh. They both were recruited by a leading Big Ten school and got married their sophomore years. The sex was always great; now they could focus on their gymnastics and their grueling academics.

 

 

 

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