Kate had always been well liked by other gymnasts but knew that friendships were out the window during Olympic trials and that the competition would b... cutthroat. Kate was on her game the first two days, able to put her most, but not all, of her anxiety behind her in the other apparatus aside from her specialty – the vault. She finished sixth overall so she would be the alternate, not an original team member. While disappointed at least, Kate justified to herself, she would get the Olympic. And she wasn’t exactly dressed for walking. She had hoped that dressing differently for work would help, but no one had noticed her short skirt, black hose, tight white blouse, or the new black high heels. No one appreciated her. She just needed something special in her life. Like a miracle, the sound of a motorcycle engine came to her ears. She looked up hopefully as a headlight appeared around the turn ahead. The sun was setting soon, and she hadn’t relished the idea of waiting in her car for. “If it makes you happy.”Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put the subject of her ‘coming out’ behind them. She cared more for her lover than she liked to admit. She knew she wasn’t ready for a monogamous relationship and Vanessa hadn’t asked for one. But she knew she would miss her if she left.A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped both of Vanessa’s large breasts. The young woman knew that in the eyes of some of her more feminist and politically correct. Women enjoy sex, if we did not, then men would never find it easy to get into our panties. It's really all a big game, from being conditioned as young girls to protecting our virtues from predator men, to being virginal at marriage, but what men have ever experienced girls at stripper shows, spent time in a 'Ladies' cubical in a public toilet and read the filth we write with addresses and phone numbers scrawled on the walls of girls willing to do what they wanted, I have even written my own.