Page 38 of Chasing Gold, Catching Her

“She won’t be here anytime soon, don’t worry.” Tora soothed her, and Alisa relaxed a little.

“But I still can’t go to the hotel with you right from here, it would be weird, and if we were spotted it would be a disaster.”

“Let’s just say we ordered a taxi together and went to our hotels?”

And suddenly it no longer seemed like such a stupid idea, Alisa was just worrying out of nowhere. And really, who would be watching them, who would need that? They could have simply been friends, right? No one would film what they were doing later in Tora’s room and…

Then Alisa’s thoughts accelerated again, from a tiny ball of thread into a huge snow globe that, with one careless shake, could bring down an avalanche of even more frightening thoughts, and Tora seemed to feel it immediately and kissed Alisa right there in the locker room.

“So let’s not worry today. You did well, we’ll calmly order a taxi, stop for something delicious on the way, I really want something local… and then we’ll go to my room, okay?”

Alisa was taken aback, as Tora gently kissed her lips.

“Damn, yes… I agree.”

“That’s nice.” Tora smiled and kissed Alisa again.

And a moment later, when they were both dressed and had packed their things, the Japanese girl entered the locker room. With a radiant smile and a medal that gleamed against her black tracksuit, she waved goodbye to them, and they waved back, saying they would see each other at the next competition. Everyone exchanged kind words, and the two girls headed for the hotel to continue the evening.

However, one of them was carrying victory and gold with her, and the other bronze and defeat.

They entered Tora’s room literally ten minutes after leaving the arena, the hotel was very close, just like Alisa’s, but Tora’s room was much larger and, most importantly, she was alone there. Alisa, meanwhile, was once again sharing a room with another Russian figure skater, and there was simply no way she could bring anyone back with her.

Dropping her gym bag by the front door, Tora said:

“Well, what do you think of my place this time?”

Tora spread her arms wide, showing off a simple but cozy room with dark green walls and a map of Copenhagen hanging above the desk. A huge rustic-red bed stood in the center of the room. In general, if you spoke in square meters, the room was compact, but the two of them would be more than comfortable here anyway.

Alisa always felt cold in Copenhagen. The city was simply like that to her, the wind there seemed to reach straight into the bones, somewhat like St. Petersburg, but harsher somehow. Alisa shivered, and almost immediately felt Tora switch on the heating, and then the heated floor beneath her feet.

Tora stepped closer to Alisa. Her hands slid around Alisa’s waist, gripping the soft curves of her hips. Alisa’s breath hitched, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Mmm, should we start our monthly meeting right away, or go to the shower first?” Tora murmured. “It’s become quite the tradition, hasn’t it?”

Alisa’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. She ached to close the distance, to capture Tora’s mouth with her own.

“Can we take a shower together?” Alisa suggested. She held her breath, waiting for Tora’s response, hoping her nervousness didn’t show.

“I like the way you think, babe,” she purred, her hands sliding up Alisa’s sides. “Let’s go then!”

Tora dragged Alisa into the bathroom, her hands gripping Alisa’s waist possessively. She spun her around and lifted her effortlessly onto the vanity counter, pushing her thighs apart to stand between them. Tora leaned in, her lips finding the soft skin of Alisa’s neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Alisa gasped, a low moan escaping her lips as Tora’s mouth worked magic on her skin. She tangled her fingers in Tora’s hair, tugging her closer, silently begging for more. She had dreamed of being kissed like this, of being wanted with such passion.

Tora’s hands slid up Alisa’s body, pushing her sports jacket off her shoulders. She tossed it carelessly to the floor. Her fingers found the hem of Alisa’s shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the warm skin underneath. Tora tugged impatiently at Alisa’s pants, urging them down her legs.

Alisa lifted her hips, helping Tora strip her of the constricting fabric. She kicked off her pants eagerly, leaving her in just her shirt and a pair of damp panties.

Tora gazed at Alisa, her eyes roaming hungrily over her rival’s body. She licked her lips, desire coiling hot and tight in her belly. Alisa’s hands began to tug at Tora’s clothes, their garments scattering haphazardly to the floor.

In moments, Tora stood before her in panties and just a lacy bra, the creamy swell of her breasts threatening to spill out. Alisa’s breath caught in her throat. She had always dreamed of a lover as beautiful as Tora, but the reality exceeded her wildest fantasies. She still couldn’t get used to how beautiful Tora’s breasts were, Alisa had always dreamed of such a thing, but for her girlfriend to have such shapes?

Wait a minute? Uh… no, no… we’re not… we’re just..

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tora asked, a frown creasing her brow. She gently took Alisa’s chin in her hand, tilting her face up to meet her gaze.

Alisa blinked, shaking off her daze. “I… I was just admiring your stunning breasts,” she admitted, a pretty blush staining her cheeks. “They’re breathtaking, Tora. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”