The Best of Us Chapter 1
The Best of You
Chapter 1: The Best and The Worst of You
Blackthorn Lord
*Notice: None of this story is true or based on truth. Although, I do believe this should be tagged of athletics, lesbian romance, and maybe Interracial. At least, the first chapter could go under Athletics. It is a fictional story made up by me and my, slightly, wild imagination. It has some sex scenes in it between two more women/girls and is not suitable for anyone under the ages of 18 (although, if you’re under 18 and here willingly, you know why you’re here;). Anyway, this is a slightly new style I’m trying. I usually like to build up and have some more drama, tension, and romance unfold before we even think about the sexy stuff. For this story's purpose, I ask you to look specifically at the erotic stuff as I am working on my sex scenes and trying to just touch-up on some aspects of them that I’ve noticed could use some more work.
*Additional Note: I know I said this story’s purpose is for me to test my erotic scenes ability, but for this chapter, it will really be more focused on the intimacy rather than the erotic. Sorry. The next one I will be sure to test my eroticism abilities. This is just the beginning.
Now, the story. A story about two young girls, who explore one another’s bodies, yet grow into adults and who believe their lives have no place with one another. When they both are placed on the same high school track and field program as coaches, they realize old feelings come back quicker than they’d like. Could there be something still there? Can they still find something amidst all that’s been buried? And can they find a piece of mind inside their hearts once and for all?
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It was Alyson Hilliard, at 17 and at the height of 5’9 and about 135 pounds, who had the light-skinned, mocha complexion, and smooth skin that left the guys weeping to be inside her and some of the ladies to be her, or with her, and her wisdom of what it was like to walk-the-walk and talk-the-talk, in being an out gay girl in track and field. She was the one who broke through to their feelings by saying plainly, "I-I think you are as beautiful on the outside as on the inside. But you are afraid, like I am, that we won't make it together. That because of our starkly different backgrounds, our own personal, familial histories, that we can’t possibly be doing this together, when blacks and whites, and hispanics and blacks, and asians and blacks, and whites and asians have all gotten together to make babies over the past hundred, maybe even two hundred years. I say, just this night, let the night take us together."
It was Cari Mypola, with her long golden-blonde hair and Scandinavian-Italian mixed look, that gave her just as much of an exotic look as Alyson with her hispanic mother and black father mix, who simply turned to her friend and embraced… their next touch with their naked bodies warm and excited. Gentle and nervous.
Touching so fully and completely as Cari's hands ran up her friend's back and Alyson's ran along Cari's shoulders, back, and even to her toned, fit butt. It was a bubble-shaped butt that was only the most toned, muscular butt that Cari had ever seen.
And she’s only 17, my age. Cari always thought to herself while in a daydream. She felt like it had all been a daydream. A daydream that they had met. A daydream they committed to each other. It wasn’t until her mother walked in and caught them the next morning trying to not so subtly get dressed again, and they could both tell she was not happy. She was okay with her daughter being who she was, but she never wanted her to be unsafe. There were people, even in hippy-town California where they lived, that were going to be mean, if not downright rude, to her. She wanted her prepared and ready to fight that and to be ready to face that.
Her mother, Caryn, who was also a long-distance star in track in high school, often would lecture her and say, “Honey, you need to be more careful.”
She would say, as any teen girl, “Ugh, mom. I know, okay.”
Deep down, Cari had no idea what she was doing. What her and Alyson were doing. She was just following something that told her to go for it.
They got into their pajamas quickly, and into bed and cuddled again.
It was Cari, ironically, who said the magic words "I love you" first some weeks after their first gentle touches and exploration.
It was Alyson, with her jumper and long athletic pants that matched her sneakers, who caught Cari checking her out in the locker room on one particularly tough, hot afternoon day. It was also Alyson who proceeded to push Cari into the nearby bathroom, pull Cari’s pants down, and abruptly begin to tease Cari. This would lead Cari to becoming ravenous for Alyson’s body. This would also lead to them fucking each other right there, fingers diving deep inside one another, in the girls bathroom of the large locker room. Without a care in the world.
Of course, after weeks of touching and tasting each other, being in that proverbial place most teens are when they’re in teen love, and after not getting enough of each other.
After their first touching was more intimate, the intimate first touch of nether lips on nether lips during junior prom night, it was the very first touching, the very first smooth-skinned, gentle exploration and kissing. Kissing of the lips, kissing of the neck, shoulders, back, butt, and even the worshipping of each other's pussies. They were terrified, not of how good or bad they might've been, but of being good enough for each other. They wanted to be just great enough for each other. That exploration is what they wanted. A chance. A moment. A moment that they wouldn’t get to experience quite like that ever again.
After that, and after graduation in three months, after having both been sprinters on the same 400 meter team. That same very team that qualified for states. That same team that would wind up coming in 2nd place for the 4x400 meter race and would help them gain enough points to bring in another state title for the school, their 5th all-time, in the state of California. They both were leading the team in points, competitive yet not competing with one another, but neither of them would win their individual races in states. Cari, with her lapse of judgement of being the leader in the first lap caused her to slow in the final two laps of the mile race. She also would lose out and finish in 4th place, not even medaling, in the 800 meter, which was her specialty. An off-day for her for sure. One that was reassured by Alyson’s gentle touches on her back, and raining down soft kisses to her lips, in which later on in that night she would do the same, but just on another pair of lips.
Running just under 53 seconds. Her second worst time of the whole junior season. Fortunately, it was the awesome open 400 by a teammate of Cari and Alyson’s, Jacklyn Ricchert, a short, leggy brunette with short hair always kept in a stylish, pixie-cut fashion. She was the one who was also both of Cari and Alyson’s good friend and a lesbian to boot. She was the champion nobody saw coming. All of a sudden, Jacklyn was the one with cameras trained on her. Alyson couldn’t have planned for things to go better for the team.
Also add to the fact, that one sleepover, while the others were gone to the bathroom, Jacklyn explained she figured Alyson and Cari were something and when they confirmed they were something but didn’t want to define it, she was practically jumping for joy at that. So they had one more person they knew about them. Cari’s mother, Alyson’s father, and then finally another one in Jacklyn.
Jacklyn always said, after practices and leading up to States, teasing the two, “So, when are you going to invite me into your love-fests?”
It was said jokingly, but there was a sense of realness to the question that neither Cari nor Alyson were willing to answer. Alyson was the one to eventually answer Jacklyn’s call one night. They met up, and proceeded to tear each other apart. Alyson swore she’d never do anything like that to Cari, but she didn’t stop herself.
However, things would change with Cari being forced to move with her mother, a once-single mom, and her new stepfather (who was in the Air Force) after graduation. The following year they would meet each other, and Alyson would confess to having slept with Jacklyn. What she wasn’t prepared for was when she and Cari lie down, at a hotel for a one-off, they gently lay each other down. Kissing, crying, and holding one another while they each ran hands down to each other's clothing. Soon, the clothing flew off them and they were left with just each other’s starkly different bodies rubbing against each other.
It isn’t the same as it was with Jacklyn, Alyson thought.
After all of the celebratory congratulations on another amazing season. One capped off with a Section 3 and Class 4 State Championship, respectively, in outdoor track and field. Cari would leave after their last time together.
Cari promised her mother, after coming back from their visit, and after locking herself away in her room for days, she would never forgive her for what she did. Cari went on to be enrolled in a Colorado school directly in line to USC. With the chance to be together at USC, they were ecstatic by this. However, one fateful day, with them meeting up for one last hoorah before high school ended, Cari would end up telling Alyson, “I’ve been enrolled in Oregon. I’m going to go to the University of Oregon.”
When asked why she was going there, and why she chose to tell Alyson then and not when she first decommitted from USC and committed to UOregon, Cari’s only answer was that she was sorry. It was a sorry excuse and Cari knew it. She was being moved by her parents to Oregon for her mother and stepfather to be closer to her. She told them one thing, but she told Alyson another. She wanted to be the good girl for her mother and her, not-so-open-to-gays, stepfather. He was closeted racist and homophobe, and he’d never say anything to her outright, but she was mildly creeped out about how he would make lewd and disgusting comments about gays and lesbians alike. That made her mother not too happy, but she wanted someone to be in her daughter’s life that could support her goals and dreams at the college level. And someone who was there like here. Someone who knew what it took to get to that level of fitness and competition.
Looking desperately at Alyson, as if she’d find an answer there, and when none was found, Cari said, “I am sorry. For all of this. But, maybe we’re just not meant to be.”
Alyson just stared at the floor while Cari looked at her desperately for something. Some kind of sign. The only sign Cari found was the one of pure emptiness written across Alyson’s face.
Cari itched to reach her hands out and hold Alyson. Make them both feel something. Cari could only feel the cold growing inside Alyson’s heart, her own mind, and the very room they were in.
After all of the wonderful nights. After all of the exploration and intimacy. Why does the world hate us? Was the only question that continued popping up in Cari’s mind. This was the nail in the coffin. The hammer on the head. The proverbial end to something that once was, and now never would or could be.
Cari tried. She tried to get Alyson to see things from her way. She just never thought to really ask how Alyson thought of it all.
As this would not come to pass, Cari would wind up enrolling at the University of Oregon. Where she would stay for her full 4 years on scholarship.
They started at college. Cari, a mid-distance star at Oregon. Alyson, a future 200 and 400 meter sprinting champion at USC. While they would meet at competitions several times, they never once ran against each other, and they would cease all communication upon one fateful night.
The night that USC hosted an open invite to any and all DI college track and field athletes in the area. The last party to say goodbye to college before going off to face-off against others in nationals or before graduating and going into the Olympics or to an actual field they enjoyed. Like teaching, coaching, or another profession.
They met at the party. They saw each other.
Cari more than saw Alyson as her last great girlfriend who could make her orgasm just by looking at her or kissing her. Cari could only think when she was just getting out of the bathroom to find her date that she had brought. She told him very quickly about her sexuality but that she really wanted to stay with him for companionship and because she needed to keep her parents off her ass about Alyson. Now that that had ended, she didn’t have to worry about her parents being on her ass about having a date. He was not so happy about that, at first, but when she was desperate enough to blackmailing him about the girl she knew he slept with, he agreed that in order for her to not have to come out to her parents yet, she would stay with him, but she explained she didn’t care if he invited others to his bed. So long as they weren’t there when she was around. He accepted that arrangement.
Well, while walking down the stairs to find him, she ran into the familiar, and gorgeous, face of the one she once said she loved. The one she told herself she'd fall for and marry one day. That dream was obviously just a fantasy as she saw the woman, Alysons, attached at the hip with an equally stylish woman. They stayed civil towards one another for each other's company.
Inside, each was jumping the others bones, but outside, they were just the opposite. As stated, they remained cordial and polite, but even the dates that had arrived with them had noticed something was off in this exchange.
After saying hello, Alyson prodded, saying, "So, I see you going for dudes again. Thought your ass was a lesbian."
"Well, funny you say that, last time I saw you, you had your face down some other white girl's throat." Cari quickly retorted back in-jest. She had a knowing smirk on her face all the while the others around them either smirked, laughed, or choked on their drinks like Alyson.
She briefly caught a glimpse of the companion of Alyson stiffening up at that. Cari thought it was a bit of a weird reaction to have but didn’t dwell on it.
Alyson was about to say something worse, that might've been even more terrible, but was quickly shut down by her companion, who rested her hand on Alyson's shoulder, this move, for some unknown reason to her, pissed off Cari even more.
After carefully saying her goodbyes, then to the host, a star track athlete who won the 100 for USC, in the conference championships just three weeks prior. A week and a half later he, as well as Alyson, would be racing, in their own heats, for a chance at a first place medal and, hopefully, for her would be on-pace to break the meet record. She could do it, even though she was young, but she was almost there already. Her speed was slowly being talked about throughout college Track and Field and she could have a good case of making the Olympics, and possibly, even winning that for the 400-meter race. That was far in the distance and all she was thinking of was the present. Thinking of that next meeting. That next race. That next opponent or rival.
After that rough encounter, Cari left, and found her damn date that was indeed flirting with a hot, young redhead (just his type, too). Cari pulled him from the room and from the house. After they said their goodbyes, he asked what the hell she was doing. She started going down on him, right there in the car, when he knew something was wrong, he told her to stop, but before she got a chance to finish him, he wouldn't allow that and he pushed her off him, drove them home (luckily he was sober more than her), and made her sleep in the bed alone. He promised, "We will talk about this more tomorrow if you'd like."
They never would talk about it, though. And, she would keep him at an arm's-length for the next several months. She encouraged him to make the call to the pretty redhead that he met at that party.
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It was during their Senior year at college, where Alyson heard rumors through her own new girlfriend, a fellow athlete, yet one who was on softball and who really knew how to give a great massage, as she should’ve when she was going for being a personal masseuse. Alyson had heard that just several months after graduating, Cari's boy-toy proposed to her, she would accept his proposal, but then just three months later, and from that same friend-of-a-friend, while they were stretching and getting ready for another grueling workout, that friend-of-a-friend would say to her, in passing, “Yeah, did you hear, Alyson? That Cari that you were teammates with in high school, she actually just recently separated from her boyfriend. I could’ve sworn she was single by the way they hardly touched each other.”
When she heard that she revoked their marriage, she was secretly ecstatic about that fact. She knew they’d never be again, simply because like Cari said, they were just too different and from a too-different place. While a bit bitter how things went down in their sophomore year at that party, Alyson couldn't help but secretly smirk at that.
Alyson had also realized things hadn't really changed. If anything, the encounter they had all those years prior, it brought back all their feelings once lost and again re-found. All of the held-up emotions and tension. She could tell by the way that Cari was trying in her not-so-subtle ways of gawking at her body, which had grown tremendously muscular from the workouts and time in the gym, and secretly Alyson was happy that she could still make Cari squirm in her seat. Cari, who was all calm and composed, was shaking at the first sight of Alyson in her slacks and easy-going attire.
It wasn’t all bad. They still acknowledged their looks.
Although, granted, after four years of hard training, Alyson’s body was really starting to match up with another Alyson, the Alyson Felix she was named after. The one she pursued and secretly was obsessed over.
As Jacklyn’s words had stayed in her mind, throughout all the years, Alyson could only hope that, “Cari, she’s a ticking time bomb. And it’s only a matter of time before she, or you, cracks.”
Alyson just thought, Either way, life goes on. And so does my dream. I want that dream to become a reality. And, right now, there is no love in my dream.
The End… For now… Until next time…
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*If you don’t know, this isn’t my first story submitted here, I would encourage you to go and read, at your own pace, some of my other submitted works here. One being The Runner’s Heart, found in the Lesbian Romance category. The other being a wildly different story called Lesbian Wrestling League under the lesbian Battle category. I already have an idea as to where the story is going, and will have a script ready to go hopefully for that chapter two. And don’t worry if this one was too slow for you, or lacked in erotic content, it is going to be getting more romantic, but it will be getting more dramatic before getting juicier, as well. I just wanted to get through the set-up going into the next chapter.