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."