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“I have a vibrator in my bag,” Alessandra gasped between kisses.
Sally didn’t even stop. She kept licking at her lips and behind her teeth like her life depended on it while simultaneously grabbing for Alessandra’s sports bag on the counter behind her. She knocked off a whole collection of bottles, equipment, and cleaning supplies before managing to get her hand in it. They kissed some more while she ruffled through it, but eventually, “God dammit,” and then she pulled away to truly look. “I can’t believe you brought a vibrator to a fencing match.”
“Why not? We hook up everytime.”
“Because you have been walking around with a goddamn vibrator all weekend.”
Alessandra smirked. She loved it when Sally got all heated like this. “And now you are going to make good use of it.”
She could have said no. She had, once before, when Alessandra had been fresh out of a bad breakup and Sally hadn’t wanted to push her. But she didn’t this time. She pressed the button and listened to the rumbles of the small, silicone ball. Most of them were swallowed up by all the fabric in the little closet or, presumably, the walls. She guided Sally’s hand down to her waistline and said, “Now, Sally.”
“I should make you beg for it.”
“You know I would never.”
“Say it, Alessandra.” Sally caught her lip in between teeth and nibbled on it. Alessandra felt herself sink into it, but just managed to hold back any more inappropriate sounds. “Say you want me.”
Alessandra pushed down her pants instead. Sally seemed to think this was enough, because she slid the vibrator up into the hood of her clit.
Immediately, Alessandra was a wreck. There was a reason she’d packed this particular vibrator. It was just intense enough that the pressure built quickly. She tried to breathe through it and pulled Sally in for another aggressive kiss as she rolled the small, round vibrator in small circles.
“I always look forward to this,” Sally murmured. “Best part of competitions.”
“Easy to say when you never win.”
“Not yet,” she smirked, and moved the device a little more insistently towards the middle. “You’ll eat those words.”
“I seem to remember eating more than just words from you.”
Sally said nothing. Just kissed her again.
It wasn’t long before the sensations were shaking her body and her muscles were clenching. Then she was peaking right in the closet at Sally’s touch.
“Yes, just like that,” Sally coaxed. Her other hand caressed Alessandra’s hair as she came down from the high of the orgasm.
Alessandra didn’t whimper, but it was close. Sally withdrew the hand from her pants. The vibrator came away wet.
“There’s a towel in the bag,” Alessandra supplied.
Sally shook her head as she dug out the white towel, wiped the vibrator on it, and then passed it off. Alessandra used it on herself and then threw it in the general direction of her bag.
The second her pants were rebuttoned, the door clicked open.
Both coaches leapt apart from each other and turned to face Robert Coste, standing silhouetted in the doorway.
He looked confused. “Is everything okay in here?”
It probably hadn’t looked suspicious beyond Alessandra’s hands on her pants. Alessandra tried to pretend like that had not happened. With a hair flip, she readdressed Robert, “We were just talking.”
Sally shot her a doubtful look. It wasn’t a good cover and they both knew it. “What do you want, Robert?”
“I heard—“ He stiffened. “I was looking for—um, that is to say—“ His eyes wandered the closet and landed on the shelf with the gym bag and the towel.
Sally seemed to notice that his attention had become fixed there, too. “Get out of here.”
“Match starts in forty-five,” Robert said, and slammed the door in his haste to close it.
They both let out a loud sigh.
“I can’t believe you forgot to lock it,” Sally snapped.
“Me? Neither did you!” Alessandra frowned. “Do you think he knows?”
“Who cares?” Sally said, already reaching for her own pants. “We still have forty-five minutes…”