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 Two Cats in Heat, an erotic tale by AchtungNight.
Celebs: Cat Osterman, Cat Reddick.
Codes: FF, oral, cons.
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult
themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the
close-minded.  It may be illegal in some areas too.  :( Please also note
that it is not a true story, instead merely a fantasy.  Real events may be
referenced and real names, likenesses, and other personal details of
celebrities and other real people may be part of the story- however they
are used in a fictional manner styled to the author's liking that may be
satirical at times.  The author has never met any of the celebrities used
herein, so he has no way of knowing if they really act the way they do in
the story, and is confident that they probably don't.  One hopes that these
facts do not keep you, the reader, from enjoying the story.
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Notes: The stars of this story are softball player Cat Osterman and
soccer player Cat Reddick, also known as Cat Whitehill.  I'm referring to
them mostly by their last names herein to avoid confusion.  These ladies
and all the others featured in this story performed well at the 2004
Olympics and are to be commended for doing so.  I hope you enjoy this
fantasy of mine involving them.  It is dedicated to the memory of the late
great writer Colleen Thomas.

   That said, on with the show!

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   Two Cats in Heat Athens, Greece.  August 2004.

   "Are you sure about this?" Cat Reddick asked, running a hand through her
blonde hair as she entered her hotel room.  "If half the things I've heard
about this 'Maenads' place are true..."

   "It's not that bad," Cat Osterman replied, following her friend into the
room and letting the door swing shut.  "I've been there several times.  The
staff is nice, the drinks are reasonably priced, the music's good.  They've
been running special deals for Olympic athletes- lots of us have been
there. I'm surprised you haven't yet."

   "Isn't it named after an ancient Greek cult?" Reddick asked nervously,
turning back to face Osterman.  "Worshippers of Dionysus who dressed up
like wood nymphs and freely indulged in sex, violence, and wanton
behavior?"

   "Yes," Osterman nodded.  "That's what a history buff friend of mine back
in Austin told me.  He mentioned the place to me before I came here.  Said
one of his ex-girlfriends moved to Greece and frequented it.  I checked it
out shortly after I got here.  It's a fun place."

   Shaking her head, the gangly brunette regarded Reddick with a critical
eye.  The blonde was eight inches shorter than Osterman, and just over a
year older.  Also in contrast, Reddick was pale and full in figure where
Osterman was lanky and deeply tanned.  Both were equally well-muscled,
though, thanks to their active lifestyles.  Reddick was a soccer defender,
while Osterman was a softball pitcher.  Both were well known in their
sports, and had gained many fans across the world.  While they weren't the
brightest stars on their respective Olympic teams, they were both key
players who had broken multiple records.  They were also good friends. 
They had been so since meeting in a celebrity chat event nearly a year ago.
Since that event they had often spent time together doing fun things.  It
was surprisingly easy for them to be friends- they had a lot in common. 
They went by the same nickname, had similar interests, had a high level of
skill at their professions, and both shared many personality traits.  But
we do have our differences, Osterman thought.

   "I know what you're worried about," she told her friend, holding up her
left hand.  Reddick instinctively looked at her own left hand, which had a
gold purity ring on the third finger.  Osterman knew what such rings meant,
she'd seen them often.  She could understand and respect the principles
behind them, even if she didn't wear one herself.  The fact that Reddick
had worn one as long as she'd known her often bothered Osterman.  Why?  she
wondered.  Why do you forsake what is there to enjoy?  But Osterman always
pushed such thoughts aside- such vows are about principle, she reminded
herself, and there is nothing wrong with that.  One should live a life
based on principle.  Yeah, Reddick and I disagree about the principles by
which people should live, but we've never let that difference of opinion be
a barrier to our friendship.  Or, at least, we've tried.

   "It's not that," Reddick sighed, her blue eyes meeting Osterman's brown
ones.  "You know me.  I can get along with anybody- it doesn't matter what
they're like.  As long as they accept me, I do the same for them."

   "Right," Osterman smiled.  That was one of the things she liked best
about Reddick.  The blonde was devoted to maintaining her own purity, but
never tried to force the same attitude on others.  Instead she merely
encouraged responsibility, in sex and all other things.  Her dedication to
her views, just like her dedication to her game, inspired many.  And even
with her views, Reddick was still a fun person- nice, smart, and always
willing to party.  Osterman knew this, and regretted not having the chance
to hang out with her more.  They did not see each other in person that
often.  They lived in different cities and thus were forced to spend most
of their time together via phones and especially the Internet.  But now
they were together in Athens for the Olympics.  They both were doing well,
and needed to unwind.  They had free time, and they were looking to
indulge. Osterman had picked the place, and up until now she had thought
Reddick would be okay with it.  But I guess I forgot about the kind of
person she is, the brunette reminded herself.  Damn it.  Now what do I do?

   "Look, I know Maenads is great, okay?" Reddick said.  "Heather's been
there a few times.  She's told me a lot about it."

   Osterman smiled, thinking of the girl who was rooming with Reddick for
the games.  Osterman was good friends with Heather Mitts too, though they
didn't know each other that well.  Not yet, anyway, Osterman corrected
herself.  Like with a lot of people here, I've only really met and gotten
to know Heather on this trip.  She's long been one of my idols, though,
with the great career she has.  Heather's done it all- sports commentary,
posing in magazines, won so many games.  She's gathered so much fame and
attention to herself, and she handles it all so well.  I really respect
her. And of course she's cute and nice and...  Osterman smiled, pushing
such thoughts aside.  Best not to have them now, she thought.  I'm not
spending time with Heather in this moment, as much as I might want to. 
Right now I'm stuck with a very different person.  One I know unfortunately
too well.

   "A lot of girls on my team have been to Maenads," Reddick went on,
drawing Osterman back to the present.  "They've all said good things about
it.  It's obvious you like it too.  I'm just not sure I would like it. 
I've heard about its reputation."

   "It's mostly the name." Osterman choked back a laugh.  "Really, just the
normal club stuff goes on in there.  Dancing, drinks, you know." There are
private rooms where more interesting things go on, she amended to herself.
But of course Reddick would probably prefer not to know about that, if she
doesn't already.  Those rooms aren't the key point of the joint anyway,
just one of its many attractions.  "It's basically your typical nice club."
She sighed.  "Look, if you want to, we can go somewhere else.  It's just, I
don't know any funner clubs in Athens."

   "You're a good judge of clubs, Cat," Reddick said.  "You took me to some
great places last time I was in Austin.  They all seemed normal.  I'm sure
this place is normal too.  It'll be new for me once again, and that will
make it more fun." She pursed her lips, then shrugged.  "And we both have
reason to celebrate."

   "Yeah." Osterman and Reddick had both recently helped their teams defeat
other countries' teams in stunning victories.  There were still many games
ahead- their teams were both far from winning the medals they all wanted so
badly- but the chances were looking better every day.  Just don't let it go
to your head, Osterman reminded herself.  This is the Olympics.  No better
series of games in the world.  All the players here are the cream of the
crop.  So often I still can't believe I'm among them.  But I am, and
therefore I'm happy.  It's great just to be here, to have this chance, even
if I don't win.

   "I've heard a lot of good things about Maenads," Reddick repeated
herself.  "It's not just my teammates who have told me.  Several of my
friends on the gymnastics and swim teams have been there too.  And so have
some of the archers I've met here, and rowers, and track stars."

   "It's a great place to relax," Osterman said.  "Just about all the women
I know who have been there seem to like it.  Even women who share your
values.  Jennie loves the place." She was of course referring to her fellow
pitcher Jennie Finch, who but for her lack of a purity ring and certain
other inhibitions was almost exactly like Reddick in personality.  "Trust
me.  It will be fine."

   "You're probably right," Reddick said, smiling.  "I've been to a lot of
clubs, some with reputations that rival Maenads'.  Chapel Hill's got such
places."

   "Austin too," Osterman nodded, thinking of her own hometown and college
life.  That was another thing she and Reddick had in common, they were both
college girls.  We're also both Southern girls, she added, and pretty
girls. And nice girls.  But I'm open and she's not.  Damn it, why is that?
Why?

   "Every place has them, if you know where to look," Reddick said.  "I
know I shouldn't be afraid.  I just..."

   Osterman reached out and took her hand.  "No one who matters is going to
care if you're seen in such a place," she told her friend.  "You'll just be
having fun, and that's it.  It's nothing more than that."

   "I know." Reddick shrugged off her grip, looking away.  "I just..." She
sighed.  "I wish my boyfriend could come with us."

   Her boyfriend, Osterman remembered, smiling to herself.  Robert
Whitehill.  Reddick's always talking about him.  I can understand why she
likes the guy, I've talked to him a few times and think he's great.  Nice,
smart, and devoted.  They're very close, they want to get married in a year
or so after the games are done.  Reddick tells me often how she can hardly
wait.  They don't seem close physically to some people because they rarely
do more in public than hold hands or briefly kiss, but if you know them
it's obvious how much in love they are.  I like him, even though I don't
have a chance with him, even though I've never loved anyone the way Reddick
loves him and he loves her.  I'd be glad for Robert to come out with us
tonight, he'd probably put Reddick at ease.  But of course he won't be in
town till next week.  No matter how much he and Reddick wanted it, his busy
schedule wouldn't let him come to the entire Olympics.  Oh fucking well.

   "I wish he was here too," she said.  "He can always come with us later
on, when he's here.  He'd enjoy the place, I know he would.  I've seen lots
of guys come to Maenads.  They like it just as much as the girls do. 
Jennie's fiance Casey was here last week, he liked it a lot." Osterman
grinned to herself as she recalled the events of last weekend.

   "I miss Robert so much," Reddick shook her head, seemingly ignoring her.
"You don't understand.  You're not with anyone."

   "Not right now, but I have been.  I just haven't found the right person
yet.  It's hard for me to get close to people.  I'm so popular back where I
live."

   "I know," Reddick sighed.  "You're the star of your team, the University
of Texas at Austin's greatest female athlete.  No one else is as good as
you."

   "Not entirely true," Osterman said.  "Everyone can be good at what they
do.  They just have to apply themselves.  Look at all the stars that came
out of your school."

   "Right," Reddick mused.  "Mia went there, and so many others.  I'm
just..."

   "I know," Osterman cut in with a smirk.  "You're lonely right now. 
You're tense, you need release.  I know all about that.  It's why I go to
places like Maenads."

   Reddick looked up at her.  "You really think visiting this place will
help?"

   "Yes." Maybe I won't find what I need there tonight, Osterman thought,
but I will find something, won't I?  "Let's just go.  Okay?"

   "Okay!" Reddick said, laughing.  Then she grimaced and looked down at
her sweat-soaked white uniform.  Osterman had intercepted her right after
practice, and she hadn't had time to get cleaned up.  "I need to change."

   "Of course," Osterman said, waving a hand at the door to the hotel's
bedroom.  "Go ahead." I'm ready now, she said to herself, looking down at
her jeans and black Polo.  "Alright if I wait here?"

   "Yeah." Reddick looked around the room, then nodded.  "You can watch TV,
make some phone calls, even get on my computer if you want." She pointed at
a black laptop that was sitting open on the table.

   "Thanks.  Is Heather here?"

   Reddick shook her head.  "She's out with AJ, she probably won't be back
tonight."

   "I see." Osterman had met AJ Feeley, Heather's boyfriend, only once, but
thought he was a nice guy.  Good football player too, she recalled.  I
often think if my school could get a quarterback like him on our team, we
could do better than we have recently.  The players we have now are good,
but too egotistical to really be great.  AJ's not like that, which is
probably part of the reason Heather's with him.  He's also cute, friendly,
as devoted to Heather as Robert is to Reddick or Casey is to Jennie.  I
wish I could find a guy like that myself.

   "They're probably at Maenads," Reddick told her.  "They go there a lot.
Maybe we can meet them, do some dancing."

   "Sure," Osterman said, trying to keep from frowning.  Dancing always
made her a little nervous.  She liked the activity, she just knew she'd
never be as good at it as she wanted to be thanks to her lanky frame.  Oh
well, it'll still be fun, Osterman told herself.  You don't have to be
great at dancing to enjoy it.  "See you in a few minutes."

   "See you." Reddick went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

   Osterman took a breath.  Okay, she thought, my fellow Cat's letting her
hair down.  Good.  I want her to have fun tonight.  We're in a break
between games right now, this may be our only chance to relax for a long
time.  We both deserve it, we need it too.  And I know she'll enjoy
Maenads. Yeah, she probably won't want to go into the secret parts of it,
but we won't need to do that to have fun.  I don't go in there unless I'm
with the right person anyway.  I know Reddick's not the right person. 
Yeah, she's my friend, but she's so...  Now, Cat, she reminded herself, you
don't know everything about her.  And of the things you do know there are
some you'd rather forget, even though you shouldn't.  You try to ignore
them, but boom, they creep in.  Thanks to the person she is, and the person
you are, and...

   Stop, she ordered herself.  I don't care about that right now.  What am
I doing now, here, in this moment?  I'm waiting.  That's it.  I'm waiting.
Soon I'll be able to stop waiting and have fun, but not right now.  I can't
wait, though- it's hard to wait and not be tired by waiting.  So what
should I do?  What can I do to make up the time?

   She looked around the room again, then walked over to the table and sat
down.  The computer, Osterman said to herself.  Reddick said I could use
her computer, so I will.  Computers are always fun for me.  They're a tool
for communication, for airing thoughts.  I wonder if any of my friends back
home are online right now, available for that.  I'll find out.  She moved
the mouse to get rid of the soccer field screensaver, then frowned at the
display.  What the...?

   Lines of text were spread out on the screen before her, one line
highlighted as if to mark a place.  Reddick must have been looking at this,
Osterman thought, then left it open and forgot about it.  Hmm, I wonder
what it is.  I'll just flip through it some, then close the document, go on
the Internet.  I know I'm probably not supposed to be looking at it, but
Reddick will understand.  She knows how I can get curious sometimes.

   Just don't get too curious, Osterman told herself, feeling a slight
tremor.  This might be a diary, and no one likes it when other people read
those.  Oh well, Reddick doesn't have to find out, right?  She paused,
listening to the noises coming from the other room.  A closet door slammed,
then a phone started ringing.  The latter noise stopped as someone picked
the phone up.  "Hey, Mittsy," Osterman heard Reddick's voice say.  "You get
my page?  Great!"

   Good, Osterman thought, she's talking to Heather.  She'll be distracted.
I can look at this.  It's probably private, but it should be interesting
nonetheless.  I'll just glance over it a little, then forget it.  Whatever
it is, it can't possibly be that big a...

   The brunette's jaw fell open in shock as she read the paragraph that
included the highlighted line.  It was describing a sex scene, a woman
named Rose getting it on with another named Sarah.  Oh my gosh, Osterman
thought, this is an erotic story!

   A celebrity erotic story, she gasped again, moving a few pages back in
the document and finding the characters' full names.  It's about Sarah
Michelle Gellar and Rose McGowan!  A lot of other celebrities are in it
too. I recognize the story, I have several chapters of the same series on
my computer back home.  What's it doing here?

   It's probably something Reddick's reading purely for fantasy, Osterman
thought.  She often read erotic stories for the same reason.  Like many
avid Internet users, Osterman had built a small collection of erotic
stories and similar material on her hard drive.  She found such material
interesting, exciting, and amusing at times.  And of course it was often
arousing, though it was almost never a perfect substitute for the real
thing.

   It's given me a lot of good ideas for stuff to do in the real thing,
though, Osterman recalled, smiling.  I always enjoy looking at the stuff in
my collection.  The celebrity stories such as this one especially.  One
might think I wouldn't go for such things, being a celebrity myself, but
I'm actually pretty into them.  It's easy to get that way- who hasn't
fantasized about a celebrity?  Who hasn't considered them sex symbols and
wanted to depict them that way, even if only to themselves?

   It's easy to see how these stories get created.  Fans are always making
tributes to us.  I've gotten poems dedicated to me, essays, even a song on
a random CD once.  Never an erotic fanfic, but I could probably tolerate
one as long as it was done right.  I eavesdrop in chat rooms sometimes and
see people talking about me.  A lot of men and women think I'm great- in
personality, accomplishments, and looks.  I'm pleased that they believe
this, their confidence gives me confidence.  I know that the writers of
celebrity erotic stories are ultimately motivated by such feelings of
admiration towards their subjects.  They want to honor the celebrities they
like, and they see writing sex stories about them as a way to do that.

   It's a strange kind of tribute, she admitted to herself, but I can dig
it.  The writers aren't really talking about the real people, just
characters based on them.  They don't know the real people anyway, just
interviews and movies they've seen, fantasies they've had.  That's all they
have to go on, and what they create is often intriguing, even if it's not
what you like.  These stories can open people's eyes to the ways in which
other people see them, and that's always a good thing.  Provided of course
you're mature about your reaction to the disillusionment.  It can be fun,
for writers and readers both.  The fans of such stories are making and
reading them on their own free time and reaping the benefits.  The
celebrities such stories are about should do the same, they shouldn't be
jackasses about it.  That's what I think anyway.

   Smiling, she flipped back and forth through the document, renewing old
acquaintances.  Osterman was shocked at first that Reddick had such a file
open on her computer, but quickly she pushed such feelings aside.  She gets
fantasies like everyone else, Osterman thought, purity ring or no purity
ring.  Maybe she reads stories like this to help her come to terms with her
fantasies.  Many girls I've known do that, including me.  Then once I've
come to terms, I get ideas from my fantasies, and I want to act them out,
and next thing I know...  She blushed, recalling all the fun things she had
done.

   I'm not like the girls in these stories, though, Osterman reminded
herself.  Not completely.  I'm not a serious slut, I'm not into everything
they are.  Yes, I like guys and girls, and I like a lot of diverse things,
but I'm not obsessed with sex the way these characters sometimes seem to
be. It's nothing more than a part of life, something great to do at a
particular moment.  There are many things I'm better at, softball
especially, that can be just as much fun.

   I'm not the only one who feels this way about sex.  A lot of people I
know feel the same way.  Many of them are among my circle of friends.  With
them I freely indulge in the things I love, rarely worrying about other
people's reactions.  We keep our relationships low-key of course, but we
still don't worry.

   The people I've gotten it on with include many of my teammates.  Sexual
activity enriches our camarederie, most of the time.  Yeah, it's caused
problems now and then, but nothing we can't surmount.  I know I'll gladly
keep doing what we've been doing, and so will they.  I've been away from
the Longhorns this year, thanks to the Olympics, but my friends back home
have told me about some very hot new players I'm looking forward to meeting
and hopefully seducing when I get back to Austin.  My friend and fellow
Longhorn Sanya Richards, who's here in Athens with me, is looking forward
to the same thing.  She's not just fast on the track.

   Of course, Osterman added with a grin, neither of us are exactly waiting
around to rack up new conquests.  Sanya's gotten several here, and so have
I.  Among my current teammates, I've gotten close to Amanda, Tairia,
Natasha, and Lovie.  I also got with Jennie last weekend- that really
surprised me when it happened.  Casey wanted to see one of his fantasies,
Jennie told me, and she wanted to live out one of hers too.  I thought she
wouldn't be into such a thing, Jennie's so much like Reddick, but then
we...

   Osterman paused, feeling a growing heat between her legs, brought on by
her thoughts and the story she was reading.  Damn it, she silently cursed,
not now.  I'm in another person's hotel room, reading a story that she
probably wouldn't want me to know she has.  I can't let myself react to it
this way, that would be bad.  I can't do that.  I can't!

   She shook her head to clear it, then paused, listening to the noises
from the other room.  Reddick was still talking to Heather, in a soft tone
where Osterman could barely make out the words.  Never mind, she thought,
just get out of the story quick.  You shouldn't be reading it right now,
you've read it before anyway.  So...  She closed the file, trying to stave
off her growing guilt.

   A look back at the computer screen, and Osterman felt her emotion
increase tenfold.  The folder the document was saved in lay open before
her. Dozens of icons were in it, representing the story Osterman had just
read and several more chapters in the same series.  Other stories of erotic
couplings, both one-on-one and group, were also there.  So were pictures
devoted to such subjects, and videos.  My gosh, Osterman thought,
involuntarily scrolling through the folder and regarding it all.  I didn't
know Reddick had all this.  I thought she closed her desire off, pushed it
aside, but she doesn't.  She still has it, she just puts it in here.  And
there's so much of it, and it's so diverse.  There are things about men and
women, normal sex and crazy sex, so many different things.  Look, here's...

   She stopped, staring at a subfolder of photographs that looked very
familiar.  They should, Osterman realized, opening the folder.  They're all
of me!  Just about every publicity photo I've ever done is here.  Why does
Reddick have these in the same folder as...

   She's fantasized about me, Osterman realized.  Just like Jennie did. 
Jennie heard about my pitching skills, my good looks, my character, and she
got attracted to me before we even met.  Then we did meet, and we got to be
friends, and last week we took things farther with her fiance watching us
before he joined in.  I was so shocked by it all at first.  Then Jennie
told me I shouldn't stereotype her based on some biased ideal I had.  Yes,
she has her devotions, but she still finds room for fantasies despite them,
and therefore...  Again Osterman blushed.

   I guess Reddick's like that too, she thought, clicking out of the
subfolder.  Was I hoping she was?  Is that why I came here tonight?  I made
a new friend, and found out a secret about her, and wanted to see if
Reddick, a person like Jennie I knew before I met Jennie, had the same
secret.  Is that what I wanted?  Did I want more from tonight than just to
have fun with one of my friends?

   Yeah, probably, she thought.  I guess now I'm finding out my hope may
not have been so far from the truth.  But I need further evidence.

   Searching for that evidence, she turned back to the computer.  She
looked at the stories again, and then once more at the collections of
photos.  There were many of them, Osterman found, and not all were
pornographic.  More numerous were publicity photo collections of
celebrities like the one there was of her.  There was another of Reddick's
roommate Heather, one of Brandi Chastain, one of Jennie, and one of Keira
Knightley.  There were many of male celebrities too.  Kevin Costner had
one, and so did Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, and many other celebrity heartthrobs
with whom Osterman was familiar.  LL Cool J's in here, she smiled,
regarding one of the folders.  I'm quite an admirer of that fellow myself.
I didn't think Reddick would be into him, he's so not like her, but now
that I see this folder...  She is like Jennie, Osterman thought.  She puts
up a public face, and people see it, then get the wrong impression.  Then
they exgaggerate and gossip and...

   "What the hell are you doing?"

   Osterman gasped, turning to see Reddick standing behind her with arms
crossed.  A strange expression was on her face, shock mixed with something
else.  Mostly she was glaring at Osterman agape.  Oh shit, the brunette
thought, overwhelmed with what she had done.  I shouldn't have snooped. 
This stuff is private.  I knew that, but I let myself disregard it.  I
looked at the folder anyway.  And again, I got so into something I was
looking at I lost track of everything else around me.  I need to stop doing
that.  I didn't hear Reddick put the phone down, or come back in.  She's
still in her uniform, not dressed to go out yet.  Maybe she wants to tell
me something.  And now she's seeing...  Oh my God, what have I done?

   "How did you find that?" Reddick stammered, pointing at the folder open
on the screen.  "I keep it hidden.  I..."

   "It was open," Osterman said quickly.  Best to tell the truth, she
thought.  Reddick knows I like this stuff.  We never talk that much about
sex, I edit a lot of what I say to her out of respect for her character,
but she knows how I feel about it.  "It was open," she repeated.  "I was
getting on the computer like you said, and it was open, and I just looked
at it.  I'm sorry.  I..."

   Reddick cut her off.  "Damn Heather!  She left it open!"

   Osterman stared at her friend.  "You were letting Heather look at this
stuff?"

   "Yeah!" Reddick snapped.  She threw up her hands, then sighed, looking
directly at Osterman.  "We've been exchanging our favorite stories.  I'm
reading the DaVinci Code because of her recommendation.  It's a really good
book, even if it's a little out there.  Heather gave me the book, and this
was the best I could do in exchange, and..." She blushed, dropping her
eyes. "I didn't mean for you to see that.  Any of it.  It's..."

   "It's okay," Osterman interrupted her, smirking and trying not to laugh.
She glanced at the open folder.  "I'm just really surprised you have all
this.  And that you showed it to Heather.  I thought you were, well..." She
held up her left hand, ignoring a sense of deja vu.  Stop, she told
herself. This is what you wanted.  An opening, an expanded friendship.  To
let the cat out of the bag, for lack of a better pun.

   "Right," Reddick said, looking at her ring.  She grimaced, then looked
back at Osterman.  "Look, don't get the wrong idea about me, okay?  I still
have my beliefs, despite all that." She pointed at the folder with her left
hand.  "My beliefs are very important to me." She held her hand up.  "This
ring represents them.  It's my anchor, a reminder to me to stay in control
of my desires.  Keep them secret, keep them safe."

   Osterman smiled, recognizing her words.  Others came to her mind.  They
seemed to fit, so she said them.  "One ring to rule them all.  One ring to
find them.  One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."

   Reddick stared at her, mouth falling open.  Then she giggled. 
"Exactly!" She pointed at Osterman.  "That's why I wear the ring, it makes
sense to me.  It helps me do what I must."

   Osterman nodded.  "Right," she said.  "You put your fantasies out of
your mind, lock them away.  Stick them in here." She pointed at the
computer.

   "No," Reddick shook her head.  "You've got it all wrong."

   Osterman frowned at her, confused.  "Excuse me?"

   "You've got it wrong," Reddick said, pointing at the computer again. 
"It's not just fantasy.  It's stuff I like, things I'm interested in.  A
lot of what's in there is stuff I've already done.  Other stuff is things I
want to do but can't yet." She held up her ring.  "I really am saving
myself for when Robert and I get married, Cat.  We've kissed, gotten naked,
cuddled with each other, touched and sucked each other off, but that's as
far as it's gone.  That's as far as I've gone with any guy.  I have to save
myself.  I was raised with these values and I believe in them.  But still
I..." She paused, then smiled.  "I fantasize, I live.  I don't let what
I've done get around, though.  It's really not anybody's business.  That's
another reason for the ring.  I point it out to people, say a few words,
and their curiosity goes away."

   "I see," Osterman said.  She turned her chair to face Reddick, regarding
the other girl's face.  She still looks shocked, Osterman thought, yet also
happy.  Maybe she's wanted to get this off her chest for a while.  She
obviously can't in public, it would cause too many problems.  But here,
now...  She pointed at Reddick's ring, smiling again.  "It's a strange fate
that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing," she
quoted.  "Such a little thing."

   Reddick chuckled, then shook her head.  "I know, but we do.  It's a
little thing, but we make it big.  We obsess over it, it drives us to
distraction." She sighed, again looking at the computer.  "Have you ever
read any of those stories?"

   "I read them all the time.  It's like with you, they're my fantasies. 
They make sense to me too, I've had many experiences like them.  I've told
you about a few."

   "Yeah," Reddick blushed.  "I've had some myself, though I've never told
you about that many." She pulled out one of the table's other chairs and
sat down facing Osterman.  "I guess you're finding out now."

   "Yes, I am.  Like Heather did, right?"

   Reddick nodded.  "Heather and I have become really good friends since we
met, she and I have...  oh, God, you won't tell anyone this, will you?"

   Reddick and Heather have got it on together, Osterman realized, smiling.
Just like me and some of my past roommates.  "I won't tell anyone," she
assured the other girl, then pointed at the computer again.  "I saw a lot
of photos of Heather in there.  Did you have those before you met her,
or...?"

   "Yes.  I did have them before I met her.  Heather's someone I've admired
for a long time.  Then we got on the same team and got to know each other,
and..." She paused.  "We did it.  Heather and me."

   "Good for you." Osterman grinned, glad her intuition was correct.  "She
was your first girl?"

   "No," Reddick said, leaning closer.  "I've been getting with girls since
before I started playing on teams with them.  You know the team I started
out on was a boys' team, right?  I got very close to a lot of the boys, on
and off the field.  I never let them touch me at first, but I could tell
most of them wanted to.  Then I thought what the heck, go ahead.  Have fun,
just keep control.  Pretty soon there was nothing I didn't want to try- all
at the proper time, of course, and all in secret." She paused, then started
talking again.  "I knew I didn't want to let them do everything with me,
though, not till after I married one of them.  So, to satisfy them, I would
get it on with girls and let them watch.  I still do that today.  Heather
and I have let Robert watch us, and AJ, and other guys.  I've also done it
with Angela, Cindy, and several of my other teammates.  I like getting with
girls a lot.  I still have trouble coming to terms with it sometimes, but I
keep doing it."

   "And Robert's okay with it?" Osterman asked.  She held up her hand at
Reddick's expression.  "I'm sorry, we've just never talked about this
before, and now..."

   "Right." Reddick paused again, then answered.  "He's okay with it.  His
family's used to scandals.  They have a lot of them in their history.  They
try to sweep them the rug, but occasionally people have found them out.  He
decided a long time ago he didn't care.  He tells me I shouldn't either,
but..."

   "But you do care," Osterman completed, frowning.  "What kind of
scandals?"

   "Have you ever read the short story San Juan Romero?"

   "Yeah," Osterman recalled, thinking back to a South American Literature
class she'd taken that had included it.  It was speculative historical
fiction, with strong sci-fi and horror elements.  A family named Whitehill
featured prominently in the story, and in other stories by the same writer.
Usually they were involved in some big problem, to the degree that readers
might think they were an evil family.  But the real Whitehills weren't like
that, right?  "Don't tell me those stories are based on fact."

   "Partly." Reddick shrugged.  "Every legend has a ring of truth.  The
story's fiction, but the way it and the other stories like it depict
Robert's family...  It's like fan fiction, almost." She grimaced.  "I can't
believe I'm talking to you about this.  You were just a friend, and now..."

   "We're still friends," Osterman said.  She reached out and took
Reddick's hand.  "I'm not going to tell anyone about this.  You can trust
me.  Look, you remember that book I gave you a while back?  Peaceful
Warrior?"

   "Yeah.  I read it.  It's been a long time, but..."

   "It's been a long time since I read it too," Osterman said.  "I still
remember the lessons, though." She squeezed Reddick's hand and looked into
her eyes.  "The only laws of this world are paradox, humor, and change. 
There is no problem you can't get around- never has been and never will be.
You're here, now, in this moment.  So deal with it.  Do what you need to
do. Regain your happiness.  Release your struggle.  Wake up.  Don't worry,
you're already free."

   "Take out the trash in your mind," Reddick nodded.  "Forget what
everyone might think of you, just live.  You really believe people can do
that?"

   "Yes," Osterman said.  "I live my life by those words." She smiled, then
paused, grimacing.  Better clarify, she thought.  "Of course, in the end,
life really has no manual.  Everybody's gotta figure it out for themselves.
You think you know stuff, and then you get surprised." Really surprised,
she chuckled to herself, thinking again of Jennie last week and Reddick
now.

   "Yeah," Reddick sighed, looking directly at Osterman.  She stared at the
other girl for a long moment, then spoke.  "I'm glad I can trust you with
this."

   "Yeah, me too," Osterman agreed.  Suddenly she blushed again,
remembering what other photos she had seen in the folder.  Reddick's
fantasized about me, Osterman thought.  I've had fantasies about her too.
They're infrequent, but they have happened.  Heather figures in my
fantasies more prominently, because of the kind of person she is, but
Reddick's also been there.  I thought the fantasies were just that, though,
they could never be anything more.  But now that I know what I know,
maybe...  No, she decided, that might not be a good idea just yet. 
Reddick's still dealing with the fact that you know about her hidden side.
Don't get too crazy, or you'll ruin everything before it even gets started.
Never mind those photos, never mind your friendship.  You don't want to
take stupid risks.  You should never have come here.  But I did, she
reminded herself.  But I did.

   "It's hard enough talking to Heather about it," Reddick said.  "We have
very different lives.  I'm quiet, and she's a wild child.  She's done
things I would never even consider.  Pose for FHM, run with the bulls in
Pamplona, stuff like that."

   Osterman returned her smile.  "Yeah.  Jennie does things like that too,
you know.  She poses in swimsuits all the time.  She was even going to be
in Playboy."

   Reddick nodded.  "Yeah, I know." She waved at the folder.  "You saw the
photos I have of her, right?"

   "I did," Osterman said.  Should I tell her about what Jennie and I have
been doing?  she thought.  No, wait, bad idea.  Just cause we're sharing
fantasies now doesn't mean we'll share anything else.

   "I don't want to do any of that," Reddick said, not knowing her friend's
thoughts.  "I just want to live my life, play soccer, and have fun.  That,
and marry Robert.  That's all I want." She paused for a moment, then
frowned.  "But then I see people doing such daring things, and..."

   "I know," Osterman cut her off, smiling again.  "I know how you feel."
And what I feel, she added to herself.

   Reddick stared at her, then shook her head.  "Look, I'm sorry, okay?"
she said.  "I'm sorry I kept this hidden from you.  You thought I didn't
want to know anything about sex, but I do." She took a breath.  "I know a
lot.  I know full well about Maenads and what goes on there.  Heather and
everyone else have told me.  I just wasn't sure I wanted to be part of...
you know.  And then you bring up the place and want to take me there
and..."

   "I wasn't planning anything like what you're thinking," Osterman cut her
off quickly.  "I just thought we could go there, dance, and have fun.  I
wasn't planning to take you into the private rooms, or anything else.  I
don't even go into that area that much.  I have to be with the right
person, and..."

   Reddick stared at her as she trailed off.  "I've heard you go in there
with so many people, though," she said.  "I...  I guess I didn't know what
to think."

   "They're all people I admire," Osterman said.  "They're all my friends.
Whatever happens between us is just friendship.  Nothing more and nothing
less."

   Reddick nodded.  Then she paused, looking Osterman up and down before
smiling again.  "We're friends too," she said, "aren't we?"

   "Yes," Osterman replied, feeling her heart hammer all of a sudden.  "Of
course we are."

   Reddick's smile widened.  Then she stared hard at Osterman, again
seeming to debate something inside her head.  Finally she stood up and
looked down at herself, then back at Osterman.  "Did you see those photos I
had of you in there?" she asked.  "Please tell me you..."

   "I did," Osterman answered, hoping it was the right thing to say.  "And
I'm not mad about them.  It's okay that you have them.  Really."

   Reddick let out a relieved sigh, then started speaking in a rush. 
"You're a very admirable person, Cat.  Not everyone can set all the records
you have, do things like pitch a perfect game in the Pan Am finals and go
undefeated all season."

   "You've had a pretty good career yourself," Osterman replied, grinning
back.  "You did so well in the World Cup last year, and now you're in the
Olympics."

   Reddick returned her expression.  "Yeah, we both are.  We've both worked
so hard to get here.  And now we're here, and friends, and..." She trailed
off, once more looking Osterman up and down.  "And we're about to have
fun," she finished.

   "Yeah," Osterman said, standing up and staring back at the other girl.
Her signals were going crazy.  Reddick wants me, she realized, and now
she's okay with it!  And she's probably realized I want her too!  Oh my
gosh, why did this have to take so long to happen?  If I had only known she
had this side to her.  If she'd only known she could be frank with me about
things like this and not worry.  If only...  Never mind, she snapped at
herself.  Forget all that crap we had between us.  Live the moment.  Here.
Now.  Bring it on.

   Smiling wider, she stepped closer to the blonde and leaned down, then
bent over slightly.  She took Reddick's face in her hands and kissed her
lips.  Her friend showed no signs of protest.  Instead Reddick kissed back,
her arms encircling Osterman.  One hand moved up to and tangled in
Osterman's hair as the brunette's hands fell onto her shoulders.  Their
lips opened and their tongues came forth, meeting and seeking each other's
taste.  The girls stared into each other's eyes for an instant, both
looking slightly unable to believe what was happening.  Meanwhile, their
tongues continued to lash at one another within each other's mouths.  Then
Reddick pulled back, letting out a gasp.

   "Oh my God," she said.  "You really want to do this?"

   Osterman nodded.  "Yes, but only if you do."

   Reddick stared at her, then nodded back.  "Cindy and I have
role-played," she confessed.  "She's almost as tall as you are.  Heather,
Cindy, Angela, me, we've all fantasized about you.  I just didn't think
that..."

   Osterman put her left index finger on Reddick's lips, then dropped it.
"I've thought about you too," she said.  "I just thought you were..."

   "I know.  It's like Brandi says.  I often think some of the things I do
are momentary insanity.  Then I remind myself I'm among friends.  I can
express myself fully, openly, and honestly.  Be crazy, not shy.  Feel,
share.  I just..." She looked towards her left hand.

   "I won't hurt it," Osterman said, recalling their earlier words and
smiling as another quote came to mind.  She dropped her hand from Reddick's
lips, touched her ring, and put the proper tone into her voice.  "I won't
hurt the preciousss."

   "Stop that!" Reddick glared at her, then chuckled.  "I'm sorry.  It's
funny, but..."

   "I know," Osterman apologized.  "I hate dumb jokes too.  Any guy who
goes 'Here kitty kitty' with me..." She blushed, recalling all the times it
had happened.  It's probably happened with Reddick too, she thought,
recalling the "Cat Attack!" signs she'd seen fans holding up at the other
girl's games.

   Reddick stared at her, shaking her head.  Then she let out a breath and
stepped back, reached down, and grabbed the tail of her shirt.  Osterman
gaped as she watched her friend pull her shirt over her head and toss it
aside.  Reddick's well-formed breasts were partially revealed, standing out
under her black sports bra.  Reddick smiled at her friend's gaze, then
unfastened her shorts.  Seemingly unconcerned with the other person's eyes
on her, or happy for them, she dropped the garment to the floor.

   You've seen her get undressed before now, Osterman reminded herself as
she watched.  Yeah, I have, she thought, but in these circumstances, it's
different.  She couldn't stop herself from staring at Reddick's legs, her
breasts, her finely toned stomach, or the expanse of white cotton around
her thighs.  It was visibly moist, and not just with sweat.  Oh my,
Osterman thought.  Oh my...

   Reddick reached out her left hand and took Osterman's, entwining her
fingers with the other girl's.  "Let's just do it, okay?" she said.  "If we
want to, we can forget it happened afterwards.  We don't have to tell
anyone else."

   Osterman nodded, looking at their hands.  "Sounds good." Real good, she
thought, feeling the tightness and warmth of Reddick's grip.  "We're still
going to Maenads, right?"

   "Yeah," Reddick confirmed, chuckling.  "We'll make it quick.  The
shower?"

   Osterman returned her smile again.  "The shower."

   Stepping away from the other girl, she reached for her shirt and pulled
it over her head.  Osterman was also wearing a sports bra, but hers was
maroon, a color she could not be caught dead wearing in Austin.  It's just
a color, she reminded herself as she unbuttoned her jeans.  It's not
important.  She pushed her jeans to the floor and her underwear along with
them, running her fingers across her thighs.  Then she stepped out of her
shoes and pants while her hands reached up and began to take off her bra.

   Reddick watched her all throughout, flicking her eyes back and forth and
smiling.  Osterman grinned, feeling the blonde's gaze playing across her
muscular legs, her stomach, her shaven slit, her large dark nipples, as
they were revealed.  "Do you like what you see?" Osterman asked.

   Reddick did not answer.  Instead she turned and walked away, taking off
her own bra and dropping it in the doorway as she headed for the bathroom.
Her panties were shoved down as well, and Osterman smiled as she got a good
look at the other girl's rear.  Nice, she thought, leaning against the
table and taking her socks off.  She massaged her ankles as she did so,
still feeling a slight ache from the running she had done earlier that day.
It's going to be eased now, she told herself.  That ache, and all my other
aches.  I wasn't expecting it to happen, but I wanted it to, and now it
will.  Yes, oh yes.  She smiled, then put aside the last of her clothes.

   Shaking her head, Osterman stood up straight and unbound her ponytail,
leaving the hair tie on the table.  She then walked into the bedroom,
looking down at Reddick's discarded clothes as she passed them and
regarding each.  Funny how life works out sometimes, she thought.  You
think you know someone and then...  She smiled and pushed open the bathroom
door.

   Reddick stood beside the tub, looking back at her.  She was naked except
for the ring on her left hand.  Her nipples were pink and hard, her skin
flushed and shining.  Every curve of her body stood out, and Osterman found
herself looking them all over once more, taking in the new details she was
noticing now.  She glanced between Reddick's legs and smiled at the thin
strip of blonde hair.  I never cared to look there before, Osterman
thought, but since we've come this far...  The smile widened on her lips.

   "This doesn't have to go anywhere," she told the other girl again,
looking into her eyes and seeing a trace of remaining trepidation.  "It's
just an ordinary moment."

   "No," Reddick snapped.  "There are no ordinary moments." Grinning at
Osterman, she pushed back the tub's plastic gray curtain and stepped over
the edge.  "Come on."

   Osterman felt herself hesitating.  One does not simply walk into
something like this, she thought but did not say.  Then she put her leg
over the edge of the tub and got in with her friend, smiling and continuing
to look the other girl over as she pulled the curtain shut.  Reddick stared
back, and inside her mind Osterman felt emotions falling away, worries
shuffled aside, and tensions easing.  I was hoping for this attitude,
Osterman told herself again.  I wasn't thinking our friendship could be
like this, but now that it is, I like it.  I like it a lot.  She gave
Reddick an expectant look, feeling her body tingle with anticipation.

   Reddick smiled back, then stepped towards her.  Again they started to
touch.  Reddick kissed Osterman briefly on the lips, then moved down and
pecked her on the neck.  Her hands came up, grabbed the other girl's arms
and squeezed as her mouth moved farther down.  Their bodies pushed together
and touched each other.  Osterman could feel a sensation rising on her
flesh, familiar and new all at once.  Reddick sucked her left nipple, then
her right, pushing the brunette back against the wall.  Osterman sighed,
feeling the cold tile against her warm body.  Reddick's warm too, she
thought, huddling closer to her friend as they moved.  And so aggressive. I
want to stay close to her, feel her, experience every part of this now that
I can.  She shivered in joy and let out a gasp.

   Her friend gasped back, then resumed sucking at Osterman's breasts.  The
brunette gritted her teeth, then began to return the attention.  Her hands
came up and rubbed across Reddick's back, finding sensitive points.  Each
key spot she discovered she pinched and teased, smiling as her friend's
body shook under the pressure.  Osterman's fingers were very dexterous,
built up well from squeezing balls in preparation for a pitch.  She
practiced throwing every day, getting her techniques down and keeping them
ready.  Such exercises helped with moments like this too.  She caressed her
friend's shoulders and spine, then slid her palms over her sides and
forward.  Reddick moaned as the brunette took hold of her stiff nipples and
tugged on them.  "Careful," she said, taking her lips off Osterman's breast
and looking up.

   The brunette stuck out her tongue at her.  "I know what I'm doing." To
prove her point, she rubbed the undersides of Reddick's breasts, then down
across her stomach and her waist.

   Reddick giggled, put her hands on Osterman's shoulders, and stuck out
her own tongue.  She leaned up and touched the tip against her friend's
mouth.  Osterman stuck her tongue back out, and again their organs wrestled
erotically.  Their lips touched and fused, their bodies pressing close. 
Osterman could feel the blonde's nipples piercing into her body just under
her breasts, then moving up and flicking against her own hard nipples.  She
shook at the sensation.  Reddick's pussy was also pushing against her
thigh, wet and slightly rough.  Osterman reached down and ran her left hand
across it, causing Reddick to breathe deeply into her mouth.

   Be gentle, Osterman told herself, thinking back to her own first time
and the girls she'd been with whose maidenhoods were intact.  She won't
like it if you're too rough.  If you had her permission to be rough, that'd
be one thing, but you don't, so you can't.

   Keeping her touch soft, Osterman rubbed her fingers up and down
Reddick's cunt, locating the senstive spots along its edges.  Again she
lingered on each she found, trying to stoke the largest amount of pleasure
she could without going too far.  She broke her kiss with the other girl as
she did so, watching her eyes for the right look.  First Reddick frowned,
then she smiled and nodded, lips open and eyes blinking rapidly as Osterman
touched her insides.

   Good, Osterman thought, I'm doing this right.  Grinning, she took hold
of her friend's clit and manipulated it, mixing speeds and motions.  She
twisted it to the right and then to the left, flicking her fingers rapidly
across it and then slowing down before speeding up again.

   "Yes!" Reddick gasped, beaming at her and shaking back and forth.  "Keep
doing that!" Osterman smiled and complied.

   I have quite a record when it comes to lovers, Osterman thought, just as
I do when it comes to strikeouts.  This is similar in some ways.  Reddick
and I met on the Net and we became friends.  But still we were set at odds,
like pitcher and batter.  But I kept spending time with her, throwing
metaphorical balls at her.  For the longest time she held out, hit fouls
but never enough for a walk.  Then we got close- strike one.  Then, strike
two, I discovered the secret side of her.  And now...  wait, is this a
strikeout or a home run?  Who's winning here, her or me?  Crap, stupid
analogy.  Never mind.

   Chuckling at the dumb thoughts that often came into her head at moments
like this, she returned her attention to the situation.  She kept her left
hand rubbing Reddick's snatch and her expression happy while stepping
toward the other side of the tub, which had the shower's controls.  Reddick
walked with her, her hands continuing to roam over Osterman's body as their
lips clashed once more.  Osterman kept her right hand on Reddick's arm
until they reached the opposite wall, then moved it away.  She reached out
with it and turned on the water.

   "Tell me when," she said, taking her lips off Reddick's and taking two
steps back.  Her left hand's fingers continued to caress the other girl's
thighs while her eyes and most of her attention went to setting the water's
temperature.  Reddick shook at the intial chill as the shower came on. 
Then she smiled at the growing warmth.

   "Now," she said, gasping and letting the stream wash over her.  The
blonde leaned back, pressing her body against the wall and beaming at her
friend.

   Osterman reached up and adjusted the shower head so the water would
cascade properly, then leaned forward and again moved close.  She started
traveling her lips across her friend's body, kissing Reddick on the
forehead and cheeks.  Her mouth again touched the other girl's, and
Reddick's tongue came out to meet hers.  Osterman kept her left hand
rubbing her friend's cunt, her other hand roaming over Reddick's torso as
Reddick's hands touched hers.  She pinched and rolled the blonde's nipples,
caressed hard across her stomach, flicked a finger in her navel.  Water's
cleaning you off, she thought, and I am too.  We clean ourselves, like the
felines for which we are named.  And we enjoy it.  The water and our
touches fall like rain, stripping away the ugliness and putting beauty back
in our lives.  She broke their kiss and smiled at her friend, then leaned
down and licked at her breasts.

   "Yes!" Reddick moaned, pushing her head under the water and staring up
at the ceiling.  Her hands came up in the same motion, grabbed sensitive
spots on Osterman's shoulders and squeezed hard.

   "Ahhh!" Osterman let out a moan of her own, moving her tongue and
fingers in circles on Reddick's body.  The other girl's hands moved into
her hair, tugging at Osterman's brunette curls.  Osterman gasped at the
feeling and sucked hard on Reddick's right nipple.  Steam was rising around
them, from the water and their sighs.  She pulled back and looked at her
friend's face, noting the flush and the expression.  Got you where I want
you, Osterman thought.  She kissed the nipple she'd just licked, then moved
down.

   "Yes!!!" Reddick cried again, feeling Osterman's fingers push her open.
She moved up against the wall and spread her legs, jumping slightly as the
other girl's soft hair touched her thighs.  Osterman chuckled at the
reaction, then moved in.

   She stabbed out her tongue and licked at Reddick's clit, thrusting deep
but staying gentle.  So salty, Osterman regarded her taste.  Very unique,
sweet yet bitter.  Especially now.  I can sense her readiness.  She's
relaxing, but still shaking hard.  I can feel her growing tighter,
contracting around me.  She's wet too, and growing wetter.  I can feel her
temperature rising, and my own.  Good.

   Pressing two fingers against Reddick's clit, Osterman lapped at her
pussy, sucking down the juice it gave out.  Reddick ground back and forth,
tangling her fingers in Osterman's brunette tresses and urging her on with
every breath.

   "Don't stop!!!"

   Osterman grinned and paused for an instant, then started licking again.
Reddick moaned, shoving herself farther into the wall.  Osterman moved with
her, deep into the stream of water.  Her body was soon as drenched as
Reddick's, and she could feel another flood building up between her loins.
Soon, Osterman told herself, holding off.  First I need to finish this. 
She leaned forward and pressed her tongue deeper into Reddick, keeping the
pressure gentle but firm as the other girl shuddered against her.  Her
fingers moved as well, left hand stroking faster and right hand reaching up
and squeezing the blonde's breasts.  The other girl's hands pushed hard
into her hair, then fell away.  Reddick let out another moan, and then...

   "Yes!!!" she cried, shaking against Osterman and releasing a torrent of
sensation and emotion.  Osterman kept looking at her throughout it, smiling
at her words.  "Yes!!!" Reddick cried.  "Oh, yes.  Thank you!!  Thank
you!!! Ahhh!" She shook once more, then dropped her hands to Osterman's
shoulders and lightly pushed her away.  Osterman pulled out, then stood up
and put her hands on the other girl's arms, smiling as she watched Reddick
calm down.  The blonde took several deep breaths, then opened her eyes and
grinned at her friend.  "Your turn."

   Osterman nodded, feeling her very present need.  She stepped around
Reddick and pressed herself against the shower's side wall, letting the
warm water spill fully onto her body.  Reddick stepped around her, kissing
her lips and then moving down much as Osterman had on her body earlier. 
Her mouth danced a symphony across her friend, fingers caressing alongside.
Osterman felt something slide away within her at every touch.  Her friend
licked across her belly, and her negative feelings were gone.  Her friend
squeezed her rear, and positive feelings replaced them.  A wave of pleasure
began to build.  And then...

   She gasped, feeling the blonde's wet hair against her open thighs. 
Osterman moved her right hand down and rubbed Reddick's hair, just as
Reddick had done to her earlier.  Her friend blew air against her cunt,
then leaned in and started licking, her tongue rough and moist.  "Yes,"
Osterman said softly, feeling herself tighten up at its entrance.  "Please.
Please, Cat."

   Her urgings were soon rewarded as Reddick licked harder at her snatch,
her movements differing only slightly from Osterman's earlier movements in
pattern and intensity.  Her hands grabbed hold of Osterman's thighs,
caressing and rubbing them hard.  Osterman felt herself growing wetter,
both inside and outside.  She moved her right hand up to her breasts and
clenched at them, wanting the feelings to soon come to fullness.  "Fuck,"
she gasped, squeezing her left and then her right nipple while pushing
Reddick's face into her thighs.

   Her friend stayed on her even as she shook, matching each motion like
Osterman was a forward approaching the goal.  I am approaching the goal,
Osterman thought, and Reddick's defending.  She's letting me come close,
but she's still blocking the way.  Oh God, I need release.  Stop slacking
off, stop...  She bared her teeth and let out a scream.

   "That's right," Reddick chuckled, then sucked at her again.  "Heather's
going to love you," she said between licks.  "So are Cindy, Brandi, and
Angela.  We're all going to love you.  We've always wanted a Cat we can do
everything with, and now we don't have to wait."

   "We still do for you," Osterman shot back, thinking about some of the
toys she had back in her room.  How she would love to stick them into
Reddick, be rough with her and not have to worry.  This feels good, she
thought, but I want more.  I want to go further.  I guess I'll have to stay
close to her for that, wait for the right time.  But that's okay, the time
can be whenever she wants it to be.  I'm sure we'll both find lots of fun
things to do between then and now.  And all of it will be great.  It will
be...  She clenched her jaw, feeling a particularly hard lick across her
loins.  "Yes."

   Reddick smiled at her, then stuck her tongue and two fingers into
Osterman in the same motion.  The brunette threw her head back and moaned
as they pushed inwards, starting an explosion inside her body.  Reddick's
face pressed into Osterman as she went off, fingers squeezing and tongue
lapping at her thighs.  Osterman let herself shake around them, with each
sensation spilling more passion into her friend's mouth.  "Yes!  Oh yes!"
She gasped and came again, letting out another long cry.  Reddick echoed it
with a series of rapid hard breaths against Osterman's core, matched by her
fingers and tongue.  Wish I could go that deep on you, Osterman thought,
her hands falling off her breasts and clasping the other girl's shoulders
for a brief moment.  Then they fell to her sides.  Reddick stopped licking,
smiled, and stood up.

   "Hook 'em," she said, flashing Osterman a familiar hand gesture.  Her
index and pinky fingers were extended, the others curled between.  All were
wet with water and Osterman's juice.

   "Hook 'em," Osterman repeated, returning the sign.  She let out one last
breath, then grinned at her friend.  "Thank you."

   "Thank you too," Reddick blushed back, speaking loudly over the shower.
She let out a breath, then spoke again.  "That was Heather on the phone
earlier.  She's going to meet us at Maenads.  AJ had too much to drink, she
had to take him back to his hotel.  She was going to stay with him, but
once she heard you were taking me out, she wanted to come too, help me have
fun.  I told her I didn't need her to be there, but then she insisted, and
AJ okayed it, so..." She blushed, looking at Osterman.  "You don't mind if
we hang out with her, do you?"

   "No," Osterman smiled.  I've fantasized about Heather a lot, she added
to herself.  And now that I've had Reddick, and Reddick's had Heather,
maybe I can too.  I'm looking forward to it.

   "Good," Reddick said.  Then she paused, looking at each of them.  "I
don't know if we should tell her about this.  Or maybe we should.  Do you
think she would be..."

   "Probably," Osterman answered, again hoping she was right.  Deciding not
to think about that now, she reached for the soap.  This moment, she
reminded herself, live in this moment.  "Let's get clean," she said.  "We
better hurry.  Heather's probably waiting for us."

   Reddick nodded, picking up the shampoo and squeezing some onto her palm.
She grinned, then reached over and started to rub the gel into Osterman's
hair.  The brunette returned her gestures, soaping Reddick's body and
smiling as it began to tingle anew.  This moment is great, she thought. 
And I know it isn't over.  Reddick has lots of spirit in her, and so do I.
We're having fun, and it will go on, hopefully as long as we're here and
long after we both return to America.  The games just got more interesting.
I thought that wasn't possible, but again I'm proven wrong.

   Her friend ran a hand through her hair and smiled, then put her palm
out. Osterman passed her the soap.  "Maenads, here we come."

   "Yeah," Reddick agreed, soaping her back.  "We'll frolic like Maenads."

   ***

   The End

   Afterword: Hope y'all liked this story.  Thanks for reading it, whether
you liked it or not.  One final note- This story is one I may want to
continue.  It has enough characters I like for me to do that.  However, I
do not want to do anything my fans don't like.  So if y'all want a sequel
(I'll probably call it Maenads and include Heather Mitts, Sanya Richards,
and some of the other athletes I've mentioned herein), please let me know
through feedback (best way- email DougElder21@yahoo.com).
   - AchtungNight.