THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 2

“So what are you doing here today, Kris?” Valentine finally asked the brunette, feeling uncomfortable with the silence. “There’s no one but kids, soccer moms and some perverted dads around.”

“I could ask you the same question, Val.” Kristine seemed to have a certain annoying edge in her voice, but only a second later that impression dissipated as she shrugged before smiling slightly. “Well, actually, I’m working here part-time as a lifeguard this summer. But my shift is already over. Jen is in charge until closing.”

“Really? What a coincidence not to have seen you here before,” the golden-haired cheerleader replied. “I come here very often, but here it’s always either Jen or that what’s-her-name girl who lives in Finley.”

“Sophia Bouchard,” Kristine said. “She quit, so Miss Kumar was looking for a replacement. Jen tipped me off and encouraged me to take the opportunity,” the brunette explained. “I wasn’t sure, but in the end it’s a relaxed job, and the money always comes in handy.”

“Yeah. In fact, earlier this summer I was about to ask her if she had a lifeguard job for me, but in the end I didn’t get around to it.” Valentine stretched her tall body a little on the towel. “Maybe next summer, if I’m in town.”

“You and me working together. That would be fun.” Kristine’s voice should have sounded friendly after those words, and they more or less did, but to Valentine’s ears it resonated on a different frequency that she was unable to define.

“It would be nice, each one in her tower, keeping an eye on all these noisy little brats,” the cheerleader tried to joke while her head pointed to the pool. However, as if for an instant she lost control over her beautiful blue eyes, her gaze fell on the brunette’s bikini body. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make her lose a little of her breath at the sight of how well settled Kristine’s heavy boobs were on her breast.

“Yes, one should not lose sight of them for a moment,” the brunette commented with her cheeks slightly flushed as she tucked her hair behind her ear in a casual gesture. Valentine reddened as well, aware that she had been caught, but felt more blood flowing to her face when she caught Kristine’s slightly dilated gaze on her own bosoms for less than a second.

“That’s right,” Kristine verbalized with a small stutter. She suddenly found herself unable to add more as couldn’t think of anything else to say to the dancer.

A moment of silence was all it took. With a last awkward smile, the girls turned away from each other slightly. Sighing softly, Valentine lied back down on her towel and tried to relax, her large-brimmed hat now gratefully set it down over her beautiful blue-eyed face. For a couple of minutes, she couldn’t help but notice Kristine’s tall body next to her, as if the dancer were exhaling a hot aura that was impossible to ignore—discomfort, acridity, seduction, challenge, all the conflicting, contradictory emotions that Kristine made her feel flowing towards the blonde. But, eventually, the drowsy warmth of the early evening allowed Valentine to largely ignore the gorgeous swimsuit-clad girl beside her and, before she realized it, she drifted off to sleep, the sounds of splashing in the pool fading to static.

The world of dreams assaulted Valentine almost immediately. The blonde found herself in one of the small fishing boats she had just seen, the lake around and the night above. It was pleasantly peaceful there, and she felt like a queen when, looking up, she saw a whole cosmos shining on her, with stars of all colors gazing at her with devotion, shining on her seductive young body, her generous curves under a lush and daring red bikini.

But, even so, Valentine felt an uneasiness growing in her heart, and the stars gradually began to fade, one by one. The silence was absolute, almost tangible—or it was, until something moved underwater. The blonde could see nothing, but she knew that down there, hidden from her gaze, lurked a predator, the biggest of them all. And it was after her. Her hands gripped the edge of the boat, her nails digging into the wood as her skin crawled.

To Valentine’s surprise, from the dark waters did not emerge a deformed being born from the deepest nightmares, not the large tentacles of an antediluvian guardian of the lake, nor a monster with long fangs dripping with human blood. In front of the cheerleader, a beautiful creature of magnificent feminine forms appeared, water dripping down a body barely covered in a small, flashy red bikini, her big breasts squeezed together as she used her arms to propel herself into the boat. In the shadows, Valentine knew that the mysterious beauty wasn’t a mermaid from the myths when she saw her long, strong legs coming out of the water.

Then, a pale moon emerged beyond the horizon, and its bluish light revealed the identity of the assailant. The blonde felt her crotch twitch as she saw Kristine Anderson, the wet curves of the other girl gleaming seductively, mysteriously in the soft moonlight. Suddenly, the boat seemed bigger, the dark-haired dancer crawling on all fours towards her for an eternity, her dark brown eyes staring at Valentine’s like a hunter in front of a prey. In the real world, the cheerleader’s body moved a bit, agitated. In the dream, she simply trembled and waited, expectantly, until Kristine’s good-looking face suddenly hardened and, with a scream, she jumped on her.

The boat rocked violently, almost throwing the two young women into the unreal lake as Valentine was forced to struggle against Kristine, both pair of hands interlocked, legs rubbing against each other, the sexy brunette mounting the sexy blonde. The feminine gasps of effort resounded in the night air, in the warm water, and the full moon, only witness of the desperate brawl, grew over the beauties like a pupil dilating with pleasure, its bluish veil enveloping the hot bodies in close battle.

“This is for the short skirt you wore at the prom,” Kristine accused, her face hovering over Valentine, barely touching her nose to nose, her open mouth gasping in anger. The blonde understood perfectly where all this was coming from.

“Yours was as short as mine, so don’t play innocent,” Valentine defended herself by blaming the brunette. “I know why you did it.”

“And do you know why I do this?” Kristine said enigmatically before pushing her pretty face down, her thick mouth provocatively opening. Valentine could not restrain herself and opened her own fleshy mouth to receive Kristine’s. And then…

Valentine felt a delicate touch on her right thigh, and the dream dissipated, the muscles in her leg tensing nervously as if they had been ready for action all that time. Frustrated, the blonde felt dragged back into the real world against her will, the sounds of the pool— children splashing around, parents chatting—returning as she woke up.

“Hey, Val.” Kristine’s voice was the last pull towards reality. The beautiful blonde turned toward Kristine, and saw her sitting on her towel, smiling wryly at her. “Sorry to wake you up, but look.” The brunette made a subtle gesture with her head to the side. “It seems as if we’ve acquired some admirers,” she murmured.

Valentine sat up, her head still a little groggy after the sudden awakening. She saw three guys several feet away from her, spreading their towels out on the lawn while giving nervous glances at the two stunning, appealing girls sitting side-by-side, clearly a little intimidated. Valentine thought she dimly recognized the teenagers—she was sure she had seen them around town, and also at the high school, although being younger than her, the blonde didn’t think she had had any interaction with them before.

Nor did she care at the time, being honest with herself. With her curvaceous body throbbing with a carnal sensation that she didn’t fully understand, Valentine couldn’t get the dream she had just had out of her head. Risking a sidelong glance at Kristine’s half-naked body, she visualized it wet, her generous, full breasts barely held up by a smaller, hotter red bikini. It wasn’t the first time she had dreamed of the tall, arresting brunette, and she couldn’t deny that on more than one occasion those dreams had been tantalizing in a way she had never wanted to admit, but nothing could compare to the intensity of what she had just dreamed.

“Is there any problem, honey?” Kristine spoke again, that time with a slight upset hint in her soft voice. With her cheeks turning red again, Valentine made eye contact with the dancer to realize that the other girl had caught her looking at her boobs in a much more blatant and prolonged way than before.

“Why should there be?” she evasively responded. Kristine’s dark brown eyes locked with her blue eyes for an eternal moment, the stare down breaking only when the brunette looked down at Valentine’s chest for two, three long seconds in an ill-concealed glance. As if that gave her some kind of unspoken permission, the blonde took another brief glimpse at the beautiful brunette’s chest before the two tall, busty women locked eyes together again.

Time seemed to slow down, everything around both tall girls practically stopped in a perfect summer scenery. The pool water captured the soft light of the evening sun to shine, a breeze kissed exposed skin and flesh to spread the smell of sweat and sunscreen, and a flock of ducks flew over the community center, their wings flapping in freedom. As in her dream, Valentine was suddenly surrounded by a strange silence, her ears not catching the street traffic, the splashing of the children or the conversations of the adults. There was only Kristine Anderson, with her attractive serious face and her gentle breathing, and nothing else.

Out of the blue, a bizarre idea suddenly assaulted Valentine’s mind, one which sent a shiver of adrenaline down her bikini-clad body. She wondered if the thought had emerged from her disturbing dream or if she had been thinking along those lines since she first saw Kristine lying there stretched out on her towel—or, perhaps, all that came from much earlier, building up over years of glances in the high school hall, doubts in the lonely darkness of the bedroom and a late but simultaneous bloom with the dark-haired girl everyone compared her to. Wherever it came from, it didn’t matter anymore as, seeing something in Kristine’s dark brown eyes, Valentine made up her mind.

Grabbing her wide-brimmed hat, the good-looking cheerleader reached over the other young woman’s body and held it on the far side of Kristine’s head, tilting it so that it hid the faces of the two girls from any observers…except for the three teenagers. Valentine leaned into Kristine, their equally-shaped, equally-sized bosoms brushing lightly together in their bikini cups—the blonde felt a slight tremor in the brunette that immediately replicated in her own body. But Kristine didn’t pull away, as she stood in place, staring at her in a way that Valentine found quite challenging.

The blue-eyed blonde made her odd idea come true, at last, planting a soft, unsteady kiss on Kristine’s mouth. It was chaste, just a gentle press of lips as it was Valentine’s first kiss three years ago behind the mall. But, unlike Michael Pritchard’s, Kristine’s dark red mouth was soft, warm and suggestive. The blonde can’t help but close her eyes, all the doubts that she had had during her sexual awakening about what line she was really walking on assaulting her mercilessly. Feeling vulnerable under a wave of uncertainty and anxiety, she felt hurt when she realized Kristine’s lips were unresponsive, unyielding in that first, pleading mouth-to-mouth instant.

Stricken with embarrassment, her worst feelings towards Kristine woke up, every little grudge and friction from the past filling her head with bad thoughts. The blonde remembered the couple of cover stories that Kristine got at the last minute at the expense of her own articles in the high school newspaper, or that occasion when a French guy she was interested in made out with the brunette after a party at Drinx Bar. Her mind was also clouded with images of Kristine dressing provocatively during the last year, especially when they both met at some social event—Kristine’s skirts and cut-offs getting shorter and shorter, her long, formidable legs getting more and more exposed. With an almost inaudible soft growl of contained fury, Valentine started to pull away, ready to discuss some pending issues from the past between them…only to find that Kristine’s mouth was now holding onto hers gently, tentatively trying to keep their two pairs of full, soft lips pressed together. Valentine’s heart began to beat rapidly, madly in her chest, and the blonde could almost swear that she felt the other girl’s own fast heartbeat through the delicate contact between their young and firm boobs.

With Kristine finally reacting to her kiss, Valentine believed that she would go crazy at any moment, the contradictions about her deepest thoughts and feelings regarding the beautiful leggy dancer turning her emotions upside down constantly. Unable to take the storm in her head anymore, Valentine broke up the kiss, just to see Kristine’s thick, sexy lips holding the shape of a slight, pouting kiss for a second longer.

The world seemed to set in motion again around. Beyond Valentine’s wide hat, children continued to play noisily in the pool and parents kept chatting about the adult problems. Only the three teenagers had witnessed what had just happened between the sexy girls, as their cheeks reddened with thrill and embarrassment proved.

“Well,” Valentine said finally, just to break the silence after a long stare between wide, liquid eyes. “Do you think those boys liked that?” she asked, not looking at the guys in question at all, as she tried to take control of herself and the situation, her pink lips still feeling the cherry taste of Kristine’s red gloss.

“I have no doubt.” The brunette seemed to swallow before she could speak any more. “I’m sure they’ve committed it to long-term memory,” she finally managed to say, not taking her dark brown eyes off of Valentine’s. The blonde could see that the other girl was hesitating. “Did you like it, Val?”

There was some uncertainty in the depths of Kristine’s gaze, Valentine could tell. But, at the same time, there was intent and probing, an intense demand for a serious response from her. Kristine genuinely wanted to know, as if that was more than an innocent playful kiss.

It has been much more, Valentine had to force herself to admit, even without knowing exactly what had been. Trying to read it in hindsight, the blonde knew there had been excitement, nerves and curiosity, but that in some strange way in the mixture there had also been a kind of aggressive tension, as if the kiss had not arisen only from good sensations.

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