THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 3

"Tell me first if you liked it, Kris,” she replied, throwing the ball in the other young girl’s court in a desperate attempt to get out of the mess that her soft, full lips had caused. The cheerleader felt her sweet, milky bosoms going up and down in her chest while waiting for an answer, and saw Kristine’s seductive, equally white glands rising and falling in shallow sine curves, the breathing of both becoming more and more irregular.

“Anything to get into the spotlight, huh?” Kristine dodged the question with an accusation. “Even giving a peck on my lips in front of some school guys.”

“I haven’t seen you pull away,” the blonde grunted softly. “In fact, I saw your lips waiting for more.”

The brunette’s beautiful face turned slightly red in front of Valentine, something halfway between shame and anger assaulting the other beauty’s cheeks. The blonde knew she had touched a nerve.

“Don’t be so cocky, Valentine Grace Silverman.” The blonde didn’t miss that Kristine used her full name this time as the temperature felt as if it had suddenly dropped a bit around them.

“You’ve always been the cocky one between the two of us, Kristine Louise Anderson,” Valentine said, feeling some palpable tension in her chest. “Everyone knows that.”

“You can’t seriously think that,” the brown-eyed dancer replied, her gaze locked with the blonde’s with intensity. “It has always been just the opposite.”

Valentine held Kristine’s stare wordlessly, not knowing exactly what she wanted to say. She reallythought Kristine had acted with excessive pride during the last months after years of shyness, as if getting that tall, well-formed, long-legged body had given her permission to think she was someone special. The blonde could not deny, however, that she herself could be accused of the same thing, the insecurities about her body hidden from public knowledge under a thick layer of female satisfaction in her heavy boobs, tight ass and, above all, strong legs. Trying to read beyond Kristine’s dilated pupils, Valentine wanted to know if the other girl secretly suffered from those same doubts about her curvy body despite the outward appearance of self-confidence.

Only if she also had that uncertainty inside her, she wished, aware that Kristine’s tribulations would make her feel better about her own worries.

Valentine opened her mouth to say something just as Kristine did the same after a long silence, but none of them ever articulated a word. Feeling suddenly under observation, the cheerleader looked up at one of the lifeguard towers to meet Jennifer’s green eyes. With her cheeks blushing even more, Valentine wondered how long the brunette’s friend had been looking at them. The blonde didn’t think the big-titted lifeguard could have seen the kiss behind the wide-brimmed hat from her position, but she couldn’t be sure about it and, in any case, she didn’t feel comfortable in that unexpected scrutiny—and, from what she felt in Kristine, the good-looking dancer wasn’t either.

“Let’s go down by the lake,” Valentine said softly, following her instincts as she readjusted her pink bikini top a little, her D-cup boobs settling with a gentle, attention-grabbing shake on her chest.

“Ok,” Kristine accepted quietly. As if the blonde’s gesture had triggered something instinctive in her, she also repositioned her green bikini cups around her heavy bust.

The attractive girls slowly stood up. All eyes were on them, but they didn’t meet anyone’s gaze, not even each other’s. Putting their hats on their heads and flip-flops on their feet, they slung their beach towels over their shoulders. Without a word, they both went into the locker room and picked up their backpacks. Valentine noticed that Kristine made no pretense of getting dressed, and she knew she didn’t want to either—somehow, whatever was going to happen at the lake, the cheerleader felt it had to be with both of them in bikinis. She stowed her black towel in her backpack and Kristine did the same with her red one a few steps away from her. As soon as the two young leggy women slung their backpacks over their shoulders and stood up, there was a sort of spark in the air between them. At that moment, Valentine realized that, for the first time in her life, she was completely alone with Kristine Anderson. Everything in the blonde’s body seemed to tighten up a bit at that moment, the muscles in her arms, belly and butt straining as if she would need them at any time, but it was the muscles in her long legs that stiffened like no other, almost with a certain desperation. Valentine saw in front of her the brunette’s posture becoming tense in barely a couple of seconds, and her own big breasts responded with a gentle surge of nervous palpitations. Blue eyes locked with brown eyes, and something began to boil inside Valentine…

As the moment came, it went. The voices of a few women approaching the locker room caused the gaze between the cheerleader and the dancer to break and, before Valentine knew it, both beauties were walking outside, just in time for four older ladies to enter the locker room.

What happened there? the blonde wondered, feeling butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach as the warm air of the day swirled around her body. Then she glanced over her shoulder, and saw Jennifer’s distant and inquisitive stare at the top of the watchtower. Licking her lips, Valentine left the place along with Kristine, feeling relieved that no one was following them.

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The sun was beginning to fall in the west when the two young bikini-clad beauties walked out of the community center. Leaving her bike and Kristine’s behind, Valentine noticed that, instead of going the most direct route to the lake, both were unconsciously taking a detour through the northern trees, as if they didn’t want anyone to see them together, or as if they were looking for the most secluded spot on the lake’s shore.

The noise of the city stayed behind as a distant echo while Valentine disappeared under the shade of willows and firs along with Kristine. The blonde knew that the brunette was as tall as she was, but now that the two walked side by side, she felt something halfway between frustration and anxiety realizing that someone like Kristine matched her six feet in height, inch by inch, from head to toe, like a perfect clone. Their hard buttocks, sleek hips, big breasts and graceful shoulders were perfectly aligned, none above or below their counterparts, and even Kristine’s long dark curly hair equaled the cheerleader’s long golden straight mane in length, falling halfway down their backs. But if Valentine really had a special interest in one measure, it was how long the brunette’s muscular legs were in comparison to her own powerful pair.

For a couple of minutes, the girls avoided each other’s eyes, walking in uncomfortable silence. As they approached the lake, Valentine’s thoughts moved from comparing bodies to the more immediate future, the one she would meet at any moment. She wondered what was going to happen when the path through the trees ended by the water, when none of them could delay any longer the talk that they had been owing each other for a long time. It was undeniable that the kiss she had initiated would be brought to the fore again, and she was still confused about it. Valentine had only kissed one other girl before, late at night during the last New Year’s party, when she and her friend Linda Townsend had been challenged by the rest of the cheerleading squad to do it. Alcohol and a certain curiosity made the blonde accept the dare without thinking but, although the innocent kiss had been soft and sweet, Valentine had not felt particularly moved by it. Certainly, it had been nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the ten, twelve seconds she had brushed up against the fleshy mouth of the long-limbed girl walking beside her. That kiss had deeply affected her on several levels, surely more than she was capable of admitting even in the depths of her thoughts.

When she could already see the lake behind the last tree barrier, Valentine risked a quick glance over the brunette, trying to see Kristine’s eyes to read the girl’s feelings. The dancer’s beautiful face, however, was hidden by the brim of her wide hat, only her kissable lips painted in striking dark red gloss at sight. Unconsciously licking her own thick mouth, Valentine readjusted her hat. A few seconds later, she thought she could feel Kristine looking furtively over at her, but she kept her blue eyes down.

Just as Valentine had hoped, the lakefront was void of people in this secluded part. More than a hundred feet to the left, the blonde could see the Visser family’s warehouse and a series of small piers. The Dutch entrepreneurs had just left Lakeport to attend to their business in Europe and, like every year, would not return for a couple of weeks, so she and Kristine would have all the privacy they needed right there. Taking a few last steps towards the lake, Valentine noticed that the temperature was cooler here as a slight breeze played through the branches of the surrounding trees, raising gooseflesh on the sexy girls’ milky skin. The cheerleader could anticipate the cold that two young women in bikini would be going through when, in half an hour or so, the sun disappeared over the horizon.

Stopping just before the edge of a wooden pier, Valentine turned to Kristine to face her. Blue and dark brown eyes locked together as the females took off their hats and shook their long hair out, yellow and black hair swaying in the hot air. Something in the depths of Kristine’s gaze made Valentine’s body shudder imperceptibly, although she was not sure if it was because of what she saw in the dancer’s eyes or what they were reflecting. There was no doubt that in this secluded place everything was felt much more intensely than in the locker room of the community center.

“How long have you wanted to do that, Val?” Kristine was the first to speak, getting straight to the point as she threw her hat and then her backpack aside. The cheerleader saw her swallow a bit before she added: “Be honest.”

Valentine flushed, the question going to the heart of what had been running through her mind these past few minutes. Despite her inner struggle, she could not deny that she found Kristine attractive—especially at that moment, with that green bikini exhibiting the busty, flat-bellied body of the other young woman under the sunset light by the lake. But, at the same time, it made her angry that the other tall beauty would arrogantly presume to know her secret intentions, assuming that obviously she had wanted to kiss her for a long time.

“Stop flattering yourself, Kris,” Valentine couldn’t help but grunt with unconcealed resentment as she tossed her hat aside. To reinforce her point, she looked at the brunette’s curvy body from top to bottom, ensuring that her beautiful face would show as much contempt as possible. Then, with a certain dramatic touch, she dropped her own backpack on the ground. “You really think everybody has the hots for you, don’t you? Men and women? Who do you think you are?”

“I could tell you the same thing, girl.” Kristine put her hands on her hips, and took her own dismissive look at Valentine’s figure. “Did you really think that because you came to the pool in that pink bikini and gave me a soft kiss I was going to fall at your feet? You think you have that effect on everyone, right?” The dancer’s voice sounded more and more tense. “Why did you ask me down here? You wanted to see if it worked with me so that we could make out all alone?”

“Is that why you agreed to come, Kris? In case you were lucky enough to make out with me?” The blonde couldn’t believe that the first day in four years that she exchanged more than three sentences in a row with Kristine, they had ended up accusing each other about who wanted to kiss who. “You’ve made out with so many guys this past year that the last thing I expected was that you were into girls too.”

Kristine took a step forward, shaking her black curls in the air, her dark brown eyes sparkling. Feeling threatened, Valentine took a step back, keeping her distance from the gorgeous brunette.

“Sorry to break your heart, Val, but I don’t like girls,” Kristine said resolutely, even though Valentine saw a hint of doubt in her eyes. “And I’m also sorry that guys pay more attention to me than to you.”

“Well, I hate to spoil your egotistical fantasy, Kris, but I have to tell you a couple of things,” the blonde replied, a little hotly, this time being her who was taking a step forward to force Kristine to step back another. “First, I’m the one who doesn’t like girls, so don’t get your hopes up that something will happen between us here. And second, I have been hitting on more than you this last year, I just don’t go around town saying it like you do.”

Valentine knew perfectly that she was not being entirely sincere but, in this unexpected war of words with Kristine Anderson, the truth seemed to be a valid sacrifice in order not to give in to the brunette. She had had her fair share of romance, making out and sex over the past months, and even a couple of short-term boyfriends. After years of watching her friends go out with guys, the blonde hadn’t hesitated to seize her moment once her bloomed body gave her the attention she needed. And, perhaps in search of some kind of twisted social repair, she had not hesitated to make each of her conquests publicly known.

There was also something of a lie in her other statement. Valentine had never felt attracted to other women, not even to some of her attractive and popular female friends, so in that she had not lied to Kristine. The problem was that she was not willing to admit that the long-legged dancer that stood at that moment in front of her was precisely the exception to the rule. In those tense moments, however, being physically drawn to Kristine only provoked hostile feelings in Valentine, the arrogance and vanity that the other girl exhibited contaminating what could have been.

“You wish you could get half the guys I get, honey.” Kristine walked resolutely towards Valentine, and the blonde found herself taking several steps backwards until she felt the wood of the pier under her flip-flops. If she wasn’t careful, she would end up in the water. “Remember that night at the Drinx Bar with the French exchange guy?” the brunette continued. “You were flirting with him all night but, in the end, he chose me.”

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