Summer Games Chapter 2 Megan turned the shower off as she finished her reverie and started toweling herself dry. A tentative tapping sounded on the door that led to the other suite the bathroom shared. The dormitories the athletes were staying in were going to become college dorms after the games were over. Each room was about fifteen feet square and held two athletes. There were two beds, two small desks with chairs, an extra pair of chairs, lockers for their clothes, and a sink with a large mirror behind in each room. The toilet and shower were shared with the adjacent room and were in a four-foot wide space with a door on each side. One of the girls in the other room wanted to use "the facilities." "You finish?" said a light voice. It was An Li, the Chinese gymnast. "In a minute," Megan called through the door and toweled faster. The international committee had decided that the athletes should get to know people from other countries and other events so each nation's delegation had been dispersed throughout the Village they were staying in and no room contained competing athletes nor any two from the same country. An Li, at eighteen, was the youngest of the four sharing the bathroom. Like all gymnasts she looked younger, more like fourteen and Megan envied her porcelain complexion. Her own was thick with freckles. With her was Sevina, a blonde Swedish tennis player, the tallest at six-one and the oldest at thirty-two. After years of debate the committee had finally allowed professional tennis players to compete in the games. A three-time Wimbledon champion, Sevina could certainly have afforded to stay in any hotel suite she chose but, she said, she wanted to experience the games as most of the athletes did and stayed in the Village with the rest of them. Megan's roommate was Jasmine, a track and field athlete from Jamaica. Specializing in the sprints, she was twenty-four, short, and powerfully built. Her skin was a warm brown the color of milk chocolate and she had the biggest tits Megan had seen in her life. She had laughed as she showed her awestruck roommate the incredibly sturdy sports brassiere she wore while running. "They dance too much they throw off my stride," she said in her Jamaican lilt. Megan herself was twenty-two, a swimmer, and red-headed. She had noticed An Li was fascinated by her copper-colored thick thatch of hair. Cropped short to fit under a swim cap, it still showed the corrugations that became waves if she'd let it grow out. Everything else about her was average, she thought. Average height, average weight, average breasts. Certainly more than An's double whammy of gymnast and Asian but not nearly the size of Jasmine's pair. She finished and wrapped the towel around her body and opened the door to An's room a crack. "All done," she announced and left for her own room, closing the door behind her. In her haste she didn't notice the motel-sized bar of soap left on the floor of the shower stall. As Megan squeezed the rest of the water out of her unruly mop of hair, she heard the shower start. A moment later came a startled squawk and a thud. Instantly Megan was at the door of the bathroom. "An, are you all right?" she asked. "Ow-w-w-w" came the soft moan. Megan opened the door and stepped inside. Half in, half out of the shower the petite gymnast lay in a twisted heap. "I slip," she said as Megan turned the water off. "Anything hurt?" "Ankle." "Criminy," Megan thought. "Come all this way and get knocked out by a stupid accident before the games start!" "Let's have a look." The redhead scooped up the apprehensive girl and set her on the closed seat of the toilet. Tiny, like all gymnasts, An couldn't have weighed more than eighty pounds and Megan with her swimmer's shoulders had no trouble lifting her. She shut off the shower and grabbed An's towel off of the bar to drape it over her wet shoulders. An leaned back against the toilet tank as Megan knelt, gently put the suspect foot on the toilet seat, and felt the ankle joint with expert fingers. Falls were common on wet pool decks and Megan had treated more than one incipient sprain. But there was no swelling and An didn't wince badly as she increased the pressure a bit. She picked up An's leg by the calf and cautiously moved the foot in circles. "Does this hurt?" she asked. "Just the outside, not in joint," An said hopefully. She was as experienced with sprains as the swimmer was. "Yes, it looks like you'll get a hell of a bruise but there's no sprain. It won't even have to be taped." Both women sighed with relief. "I'll keep rubbing it a bit." "Feels good," An replied and leaned her head back, eyes closed. After a minute Megan's attention wandered and her gaze slipped from the gymnast's face to her raised knee then down the inside of her thigh to her pussy. An had rolled back onto her sacrum as she offered her foot and the petite sex organ was completely exposed to Megan's gaze. Completely exposed, indeed, for the young Asian girl's pubic hair consisted only of a small patch of silky looking straight black strands at the top of her cleft that didn't even make a token attempt at covering the lips below. Megan had a lusher bush when she was ten but she knew An was no pre-pubescent youngster. The smooth flesh of the outer lips of her pussy was darker than the honey-tawn of rest of her skin, and became darker on their inner surfaces. Darker yet, almost a purplish- brown her ruffled inner lips peeped out from between their sisters, soft and moist looking. At the very center was the closed mouth of her vulva, bright pink in color and startling in its contrast. Above, starting at the root of her cleft, the prominent ridge of her clit in its sheath swelled larger as it descended toward the vagina it guarded. An had the complex orchid-like folds of a woman, not the simple indentations of a child. An opened her eyes and instantly knew what Megan was examining now. "You look at my jade gate," she said in a mock-scolding tone of voice. Megan blushed at being caught. "I have a brother in the Navy," she flustered. "He said that Oriental women are, um, built sideways." An laughed. "He pull your leg," she giggled. "Well, I never really believed him," Megan said lamely. "*I* hear that white girls have teeth up inside," An said archly. "But that not true. Otherwise you go through lovers like praying mantis: One time each!" Megan laughed. "No teeth," she said. "And I have boyfriend plenty time each. An laughed after a momentary hesitation. Then she quieted. "What you call this?" she asked sliding a finger up her genital slit. "Not doctor word," she said before Megan could reply. "I find that in Chinese-English dictionary. But you not say 'Oh lover, please touch my vagina! Please kiss my vulva!'" "Not often," Megan said drily. "In China we have dozen different words." "Same here," said Megan. "Let's see . . . I guess the one I like best is pussy. Some of the others are kind of blunt. "Poo-sey," An said carefully. "Like cat?" "Yes," Megan laughed. "A small, furry cat." An ran her fingers through her sparse, silky pubes. "Some cats furrier than others," she said. "Sevina is, but it not blonde like her head. Brown instead." "We call that a bush, among other things," Megan said. An looked with fascination at Megan's hair. "How 'bout *your* bush?" she asked. Is red like your head?" "Just as," Megan replied. "Would you like a look?" An nodded, obviously fascinated. Megan stood and undid the tuck of the towel under her armpit. Holding the close end to her chest she unwound the free end then stood a moment with the towel's folds concealing her from An's gaze. As an athlete she had been naked in the showers with other girls and women more times than she could count over the years since junior-high school, but nobody stared at each other. Any assessments of someone's form were done with surreptitious glances. She was used to the way her lovers devoured her with their eyes but this was the first time she would expose herself before a female's frankly observing gaze. She dropped the towel. An stared at the auburn muff that curled out from between Megan's thighs. Virtually all of her swimming was competitive or training, not recreational, and the competition rules specify a one piece suit. She didn't even own a bikini and so had never trimmed her pubic hair as virtually every girl her age in Southern California had to stay coy on the beach. The lush, red mass of sexual foliage thoroughly covered her love mound in an inverted delta with its naturally neat, level line at the top. Fluffed up after being toweled off, the curly mass stood out a full half inch from the smooth curve of her lower belly. "Bush on fire," An said breathlessly. "Can't see jade gate in the flames." Megan looked down at herself. "Guess not," she said. "It's there, though, for those who are invited." She put one foot onto the toilet seat between An's thighs and swung her knee wide to expose her cunt. Her auburn pubic hair continued deep between her legs, divided in two by her pussy but decorating her outer lips on either side. Like the gymnast's sex organ, her inner lips were longer than her outer and were plainly in sight. The whole area tingled as An leaned forward for a closer look. "May,I touch?" she asked. "Sure," Megan replied with anticipation. Other than the perfunctory touch of her gynecologist she'd never been touched by a woman. An brushed Megan's pubes with the palm of her hand then gathered it in her fist and gently pulled the kinky hair. "Shame to keep such lush beauty hidden," she said softly. "Imagine what it look like at beach. Like wildflowers in bloom." "Not everyone is as lush," Megan replied. "And the colors are mostly shades of brown." An moistened a finger in her mouth and touched Megan's bare inner cuntlips. Megan felt An part them and slip the wet digit into her vagina to slowly rotate it inside her body. "No teeth," An reported and Megan laughed. The Asian slid two fingers up Megan's cleft until they straddled the hood hiding her love button. Gently she pushed the loose flesh back, exposing the glistening pink pearl inside. "Your . . ." "Clit," Megan said, filling the pause. "Ah. Nickname for clitoris. Your clit smaller than mine but mine bigger than most I've seen." "They come in various sizes I suppose. I haven't seen many," Megan said, wondering where An had. "We don't go around spreading our pussys open for display in the showers." "You like to see mine?" An asked. "Okay," and Megan knelt again before her again. An spread her legs wide and her sexual slit slowly gaped open. The pink lips of her vulva looked moist. At the top the ridge of her clitoral sheath did, indeed, seem larger than Megan's. The curious girl paused a moment before touching another woman for the first time, then gently pushed back the hood hiding An's clitoris. The round head of that buzz-button, the size of her finger, suddenly popped into view and Megan brushed it with her thumb. An shuddered and sighed as a dollop of clear fluid welled from her cunt. Megan collected some of that sexual fluid on her finger and rolled between it and her thumb. The lubricant felt slick and somehow alive. Megan spread An's inner cuntlips exposing the red wetness of the entrance to her sexual vault then slowly slid her finger up and down the closed mouth of her vulva. She marveled at the slick heat of the other woman's genitals as she explored for the first time the feel of someone else's cunt. "Mmmm," An murmured dreamily. "You have a lover's touch." Suddenly shy, Megan pulled her finger back. The Asian girl's eyes shined and she slowly reached forward. "What is lovers' word for this?" she asked and she caressed Megan's left breast. "Boob, I guess," Megan replied. She was distracted by the touch of An's warm hand as it gently hefted and fondled her mammary to wind up at her pale pink nipple. "Jugs if they're big enough." "Mine definitely not jugs," An said as she guided Megan's hand to her own breast. Megan was intrigued by the warm softness of An's petite boob and she felt the dark brown nipple firm as it responded to her touch. "Mine either," she said as the two gently massaged each others' tits. "But Jasmine's are." "Jasmine has gallon-jugs!" An laughed. "I have what?" came a Jamaican-laced husky voice behind Megan. Her roommate had come in sometime before and must have heard her name. "Oh my . . ." the track athlete said as she appeared in the doorway of the tiny bathroom and saw the two naked women inside. "We compare body," An said unabashed. "We got yellow girl; we got white girl; you like to show black girl?" "We call that playing doctor where I come from," Jasmine laughed. "But I guess I'm game. You just want a look at my treasure chest. Gallon jugs indeed." The black girl was dressed in sweats which she doffed to reveal a track suit in the Jamaican team's black, green, and gold colors. After kicking off the sneakers she'd worn from the track Jasmine crossed her arms and peeled her jersey top over head in a smooth motion to reveal the serviceable sports bra she wore at the track. As sturdy as it was, it could scarcely contain the two massive mammaries within their cups. When she stretched her running shorts over her hips and bent to skim them to the floor they heaved upwards and threatened to overflow like a sudden rush of water behind a dam. Standing upright Jasmine posed a moment in her underwear, one knee slightly bent and turned inward in a classic model's stance. Her white brassiere was meant to confine and secure rather than uplift and accentuate her breasts so it was quite opaque and unsexy as it did its duty. Below, her panties were equally designed for serviceability to protect her tender parts from chafing as she ran. The white cotton of her briefs, high at the waist but cut high at the sides so they didn't show under her outer shorts, accentuated the vee at the top of her powerful sprinter's thighs and above the waistband her belly bulged outward slightly, round with muscle, not fat, and the blind eye of her navel just showed just above the opaque material. She did a slow pirouette to display herself. Behind, her ass muscles worked behind the taut but equally opaque seat of her panties while above, the bra's inch-wide straps that came over her shoulders joined before descending to the four-inch wide band around her rib cage. With her back to the two watchers the black athlete put her hands between her breasts and with a ripping sound parted the velcro that held her bra closed. Shrugging the loose straps off her shoulders she let the now empty garment drop to the floor behind her. Then Jasmine crossed her arms and turned to face them and display her cradled breasts, hands cupping her nipples. "My prized possessions," she quipped as she massaged them into erection then let her hands drop to her sides. "Awe inspiring, aren't they?" An said nothing as she fairly gaped at the sight of the massive tits before her. Each pillow of feminine flesh was easily ten times the size of her own small pair put together and the color of milk chocolate. Crowning each was an enormous nipple even darker and surrounded by an areola the size of a silver dollar. Jasmine moved her shoulders and her breasts moved and jostled with a life of their own. Indicating her left boob, the black athlete said, "Charlie, my boyfriend, calls this one Dolly and the other one Carol." Still awestruck, An said nothing as Jasmine came closer but she slowly reached out and caressed a grape-sized nipple. "Do they give chocolate milk?" she asked impishly as that stiff erogenous zone avoided her thumb. "I don't know," laughed Jasmine. "You'll have to ask Charlie." Stepping back a pace she hooked her thumbs under the waist of her briefs. She pulled it down in the back first, then in front, exposing the lush, black curls of her bush. She then bent to push the slackened undergarment to the floor and An's eyes widened at the sight of her massive tits as they swung out, then settled back into place as she straightened up again. By now, still crouching, Megan was studying the pubic patch displayed at eye height before her. She had never really seen a black woman nude before -- black swimmers are rare -- and as in the showers she had always averted her gaze when her roommate was dressing or undressing but now she could stare unabashed at the other woman's privates. They were the very antithesis of An's: The lush pubic hair spilled out from between the Jamaican's thighs, even thicker than her own. It was, of course, black as coal and the tightly curled hair glinted with highlights. Megan reached out and slid her hand between the brown thighs before her, then up to touch her roommate's cunt, completely invisible inside her pubic jungle. It was warm and the unseen lips were soft to her touch. Jasmine looked down at Megan with a bemused expression. "I've never been touched there before," she said. "By a woman." "This is new to me, too," Megan replied as, shy again, she withdrew her hand. Meantime, the fascinated An was massaging both of Jasmine's erect nipples. The dark areolae surrounding them corrugated, elevating the thumb-sized spigots. She then put both hands on one massive tit to mold and massage the jiggling girl flesh before her. "Mmm," Jasmine murmured, "Feels nice. Most guys paw at 'em. Even Charlie isn't a gentle as you." "That's because I'm girl," An said, but before anything else could happen, the three heard the front door in her room open and close. "An?" Sevina's voice called out. "You here?" "I'm in bathroom," An replied, then grinned impishly. "With friends." "With friends?" Sevina questioned as she appeared in the doorway. She didn't seem shocked when she saw the three naked women in the bathroom. In fact her gaze seemed admiring and appraising as she leaned against the door frame, a slight smile on her lips. "Very good friends," the older woman said drily. "Very good friends, indeed." Megan stood slowly. Her entire front tingled and she was acutely aware of her nudity. For years there had been rumors in the press on Sevina's lesbianism and she felt the same as if a man had been standing there, looking at her body. Jasmine finally broke the tableau. "Yeah," she said defiantly, putting her arm around Megan's shoulder. "Very good. You want to join us or just watch?" "Oh, I'll be delighted to join," Sevina said. "I'd hoped to get . . . closer to my suite-mates before the games were over." Jasmine and Megan glanced at each other. It looked as if the rumors were true. "It's too small in here," An said. "Let's go to our room." The four of them trooped into the small room Sevina and An shared. The three naked girls sat on An's bed and waited. The bed was small and Megan was in the middle. Crowded together, she could feel the warm flesh of the hips and thighs of the women on either side of her. It felt sexy and intimate and on impulse she put both arms out and behind to touch the outer hip of both her friends. Jasmine reciprocated and An was even more intimate as she caressed the inside of Megan's thigh, thumb occasionally brushing her auburn pubes. Sevina was dressed in street clothes and the first thing she did was to kick of the high-heeled shoes she was wearing and wiggle her toes with an obvious sigh. "It's nice to get comfortable," she said with a smile and reached behind her to unzip the blue dress she was wearing. Shrugging out of the sleeves she teased the watching women a moment by holding the cloth up to her chest then letting it drop. This exposed the top of her slip which was a filmy white lace sheer enough to show her brassiere under it. The white accentuated the tan on her shoulders: Years on the courts and the love of sunbathing all Swedes had made Sevina the color of toast. Sevina pushed the dress past her hips and to the floor then hung it in her locker. The other girls admired the graceful movements of her body under the flowing slip as she did. She faced the group again and passed a hand over the covered mound of her left breast then down the front of the slip and the front of her thigh in a gentle self-caress until it reached the bottom hem. Grasping that hem with both hands she pulled the slip up and over her head in one fluid movement then discarded it behind her to stand before them in bra, panties, and panty-hose. Through the panty-hose Megan could see that Sevina's panties were also white but thong style, not much larger than a G-string in front. Somehow she was not surprised that the famous tennis star didn't wear an ordinary pair of briefs. "This is always the awkward, unsexy part," Sevina commented as she worked the taut nylon of her hose over her hips then sat on the bed to peel it off her legs and past her feet. She stood before them in her last two garments. Before removing them, though, she started to caress herself again. With her right hand she manipulated her left breast, hefting the soft, holstered flesh in its low-cut satin cup. Then she duplicated the movements with her left hand on her other tit, squeezing the pliant mammaries until they threatened to pop out of their confining garment. Her nipples started to poke out the satin covering them. Keeping a steady gaze on her watching suite-mates the Swedish tennis star then passed her hand down the sides of her body, over the strings at her hips and on down to her knees. She braced herself on her knees and bent forward toward the girls showing them the tan, fleshy valley between her breasts. The top of her bra had gaped open with this movement so that they could see almost down to the nipples. Megan now could understand why men were so fascinated by strip-teasers. As more of the feminine body was being exposed in front of her she was becoming aroused. Almost unconsciously her hand on An's hip crept up and started playing with the nipple on the gymnast's own petite teat. An, for her part became more insistent with her thumb's explorations of Megan's pubes. The redhead spread her thighs a bit and the wandering thumb disappeared between them, passing down the cleft of her sex. After holding the tableau a moment Sevina straightened up, gliding her hands upward until she was caressing the delta of her panties, tracing the edge where flesh and satin met. Then she shifted back to her tits and played with them a while before slipping the slender straps of her brassiere off of her shoulders. Ever so slowly she pulled the cups down until just the very tops of the red-brown haloes that surrounded her nipples showed. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Sevina reached behind her to undo the hooks and let the slackened undergarment drop to the floor and stand before them bare-breasted. They were a bit smaller than Megan's pair and low slung, though well shaped for all that. They were the same even tan as her face and shoulders. Sevina obviously spent a lot of the time in the sun topless. Her nipples tilted upwards slightly. With a lascivious grin she shook her shoulders making her tits joggle from side to side then played with them again. As her nipples firmed into brown buds a collective moaning sigh came from her audience. An's nipple was erect under Megan's caresses and the Asian's thumb had found the Celtic clit and was strumming it lightly as she also caressed her own love mound. Megan spread her thighs wider to encourage her. Meantime Jasmine rolled back a bit, trapping Megan's hand under her cheek, spread her own legs and uninhibitedly began to masturbate. She licked her parted lips as her restless hand manipulated her own love button. Seeing that she had her audience at a fever pitch, Sevina began to copy their actions. Her hand slid down her front and delved underneath the satin covering her own love mound. An unmistakable look of ecstasy came over her face as she fondled her genitals under the hiding, confining undergarment. Then, as if making up her mind the blond suddenly pulled her hand out of her panties and turned her back to them. Most of her ass was exposed by the virtually seatless panties she was wearing. After a moment, she hooked her thumbs under the narrow bands at her waist and skimmed the taut elastic over the twin hemispheres of her ass let the thong fall to the floor. Both globes were as tan as the rest of her though a sharply defined white area at the top of the cleft dividing them and the faint lines on her hips showed that Sevina didn't sunbathe quite nude. Megan had a moment to hope that her own ass would be as tight and smooth in a decade then deliberately, slowly, the tennis star bent forward at the waist again and shifted to spread her feet, wide. This action revealed the cleft of her cunt at the top of her thighs. The smooth, white outer lips were hairless but the light brown curls on her love mound could be seen. Her cuntal mouth was a closed slit; she reached with both hands reached between her legs and spread her pussy open until, like a ripe plumb bursting, the ruffled inner lips appeared. One hand spread these moist treasures while two fingers on the other plunged into her vaginal opening and sawed in and out. All pretense of modesty was abandoned by the three on the bed. Megan had never masturbated with anyone watching before, not even Fred, but she did so now, unabashed. She spread her legs wide, retrieved both hands from her neighbors and used one to abuse her left nipple while the other pulled the hood of her clitoris up and down its buzzing tip. On one side An did the same while on the other Jasmine moaned rhythmically as her fingers plunged in and out of her own cunt in time with Sevina. The Swede looked over her shoulder and began rocking her pelvis in a frankly coital motion. The movement made her dangling breasts swing in small arcs. "Having a good time, ladies?" she asked. "Yes," one managed to say while the other two just groaned. Until now Megan would have never believed that she could have been this aroused by a woman. The blond Swede released her genitals straightened up, and turned to face them in the same classic pose Jasmine had used with most of her weight on one leg while the other was bent slightly at the knee and turned inward. The pubic hair on her lovemound was a shade too dark to be called blond and curled more loosely than Megan's. It covered the cleft of her sex but petered out before reaching the crease on either side in a full delta. The skin of her love mound was a sharply delineated dead white, contrasting with the tan of her thighs and belly, confirming that she did, indeed, hide a few square inches while lying in the sun. Her pubes stood out in contrast to the pale skin. "So what do we do now?" she asked. ""We gotta do something," Jasmine said huskily, examining her wet fingers, "Or you'll have to excuse me while I finish myself off. There's a puddle from my pussy here on the bed." Megan touched the sheet between her own thighs and confirmed that she had her own wet spot. She knew how the Jamaican felt. Not able to achieve orgasm in the short time Sevina had gyrated before her, every nerve ending was tingling, demanding a release. "That would be a waste," An said quietly on Megan's other side. "We're just the right number to play the starfish game."