"Ouch. Is that bruise from last week's bout, or today?" echoes a voice in the hallway at the indoor track.

"Last week. It feels like shit. Can you put some icyhot on it?"

Sierra stands outside the locker room. Roller Derby practice is over for the night, but she isn't ready to head home yet. She's finally worked up the courage to ask out one of her teammates, Xolani.

They'd been flirting for some time, even sharing the occasional smoldering glance, but it took a lot of courage (and a blinker or two) to make it this far. Xolani is one of the most beautiful women Sierra has ever seen. Her dark bronze legs absolutely dominate the track, but her eyes intruige Sierra the most, so observant, so patient. She just has to wait a couple more minutes to catch Xolani and put an end to this tension.

"How's that?" the voice of Sierra's crush comes from the breeze block room at the back of the gym.

"Oh yeah, feels better."

The other voice is that of Val. She's always been a little standoffish to Sierra, and is definitely not her type. In fact, there wasn't a single reason why Xolani, a badass black goddess, would be friends with Val, a stocky, relentless bruiser with the foulest mouth Sierra had ever known. Met with a sudden, eerie silence, she moves silently back towards the locker room, peeking around the wall just enough to see the neon green of Xolani's top, and just in time to watch her unzip it.

"Mmm, Xo, keep going, that feels so good."

Face flushing red, Sierra can't stop herself from reacting. Anxiety and jealousy fizz in her brain. She spins through a dozen thoughts of what else could possibly be happening inside the locker room, anything other than finding out her crush isn't coming out any time soon. She peeks around the breeze block wall, hanging on the verge of tears.

Val is topless, laying with her back against the bench, while Xolani massages the ribs underneath her teammates breasts. "I've been meaning to thank you for taking that hit," Xolani swings her leg up and over, setting her beautiful ass down on Val's abdomen, tits bouncing perfectly with the movement. Sierra is held captive by the sight of Xolani sliding her fingertips into Val's shorts.

"Oh, yes, please..." Val moans, pressing into the sensation.

"That's right, girl, you've been so good. Just relax."

Sierra watches Xolani's face change from inquisitive, to altogether naughty. The full bottom lip that Sierra had often imagined between hers catches in Xolani's teeth, and Sierra feels a surge of desire. She would leave, if she could. She would call out to Xolani, if she could... if she wanted to.

"Take your shorts off, baby," coos Xolani. Val reaches around her teammate to obey the command, kicking her shorts and panties onto the floor.

Sierra's starved eyes can't help themselves from studying the folds of Val's pussy. It's shaved bald, her labia much pinker than her olive skin tone. Saliva pools under Sierra's tongue. She wants to know what it tastes like... how Val and Xolani might taste side by side...

"Uh!"

Xolani slides her arm down against her spine, and begins to dip her fingers into Val's vagina, holding her palm flat against her clit. Val starts to moan pathetically. Sierra had never known the blocker to complain about anything, much less beg and whimper like this.

"Like that?" Xolani's voice is like warm butter, but her grip on Val's body is anything but soft. Biceps bulging, tits pressed together, a vicegrip over Val's small breast with one hand, plessuring her center with the other.

"Mm- fuck, make me cum, Xo," Val whines.

A heavy sigh hangs in the air for a little too long. "I'd love to, Val, but I can't. Not until Sierra comes in here and joins us."

She knows.

Sierra jumps back from the corner, her face going from hot to cold in a second. She's suddenly very aware of the puddle that's soaked into her spandex, and shame prickles across her skin. She should've just left when she had the chance.

Is it too late?

Val moans again, loudly, and after some indispensable mumbling, her voice calls out to Sierra, "Bitch, you better get your white, mm- ass in here right, mm- now!"

Sierra's heart skips a beat as her feet move her further into the locker room. She's mortified, terrified... electrified. Everything here feels so wrong, but she couldn't have planned it better herself. Xolani and Val watch Sierra drop her duffel bag of equipment and add her clothing on top, piece by piece.

"You just gonna stand there, blanca, or you gonna come cream on my face?" Val asks.

God, she has a dirty mouth, thinks Sierra, I've been just waiting for a chance to drown out those filthy words. She moves closer, footsteps cushioned by her remaining clothing - a pair of red-striped, knee-high socks.

"Yeah, chica," sighs Val, her next words muffled as Sierra takes a greedy seat.

She and Xolani are face to face, their naked breasts close enough for their nipples to touch, each straddling a part of Val's tan, squirming body.

"How's Sierra's pussy taste, Val?" Xolani asks, looking Sierra up and down. The resulting moan sends a vibration so deep into Sierra's core that it makes her gush & flutters her eyelashes. That naughty smile Sierra had seen before crawls back onto Xolani's face, and she starts finger fucking Val again, sending repeated moans into Sierra.

"Have you ever made a black girl cum, Sierra?" she asks, speaking over Val's racket.

Sierra can't speak. She can barely think. She can, however, shake her head in a manner so pathetic that Xolani scoffs at her. The short noise flips in Sierra's guts. Was that bad? Is she bad? The surge of embarrassment is quickly halted with a warm buzzing sound as Xolani guides Sierra's hand where she's wanted it to be.

She can feel the warmth before the skin. Sierra's fingertips press small circles into Xolani, rolling over the folds of her inner and outer labia and massaging her clitoris. She leans in to explore deeper, the soft sounds from her crush working their way down Sierra's spine, and causing her hips to roll, dragging her clit across Val's talented tongue. Xolani's pussy lips begin to part with Sierra's efforts, almost pulling her deeper.

"It won't bite," sighs Xolani, scooting her ass enough to fully penetrate herself with Sierra's hand.

Those words make Sierra turn feral, pressing up against Xolani's g-spot, forcing a yelp. The thick, ridged pad of skin inside responds to her touch, Xolani's pussy walls clenching around Sierra's knuckles, forcing her fingers deeper. She has to know what Xolani tastes like... any part of her. "Xolani, can you... will you kiss me?" Sierra asks.

"If I do, you can't stop fucking me until I let you." Xolani's siren eyes are too much to bear. Sierra nods, leaning in closer, salivating at the thought of bringing this woman to ecstasy. Their lips brush against each other, but it's all tongue. Sierra pushes her fingers into Xolani, holding her two fingers flat against her g-spot, working her back and forth into a lather. Only the breath between them guides Sierra's hand.

A chain reaction begins. Xolani begins to rock back and forth on Val's abdomen, her pleasure transferring through her hand into Val. Val's moans become louder, and lower, her pussy eating becoming more frantic. Her lips close around Sierra's clit.

"Oh fuck, Val!" Sierra yells, far too loudly for the venue. Val sucks even harder, and Sierra feels the warmth in the tips of her fingers. "Is this good, Xolani? Am I fucking you the way you like?" Sierra shocked herself with the filth that poured from her mouth.

"Yes... Fuck, Sierra, don't stop!" Xolani tightens again, gushing a bit this time.

"I'm cumming," Sierra begins to moan, trying like hell to keep Xolani on the edge.

A very muffled "Oh fuck," comes from Val as Sierra loses control, gushing onto Val's waiting tongue, moaning all the profanities Val had laid inside her.

Legs shaking, knees about to buckle, Sierra lifts herself off Val's face and turns her attention to the object of her affections. Xolani's naughty grin has melted into wide, pleading eyes. Sierra's lips find the spont underneath Xolani's ear, and she curls her fingers inside, slowing her motions, but holding the pressure. She's learned everything she needed to know about Xolani, following her heartbeat and soft reassurances.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Sierra pulls her head back. She has to know what an orgasm looks like on Xolani's face. Who knows if she'll ever get the chance again? Brown cheeks flush with a potent vibrancy, the smallest hint of a smile on her otherwise calm face. It's the calmest expression she's ever seen on another woman, and it lasts only moments.

Xolani's eyes flutter open, "You can stop now, Sierra."

She can only give Xolani a dumbfounded grin, wiped away immediately by the following sentence, "Let's add her to the rotation, Val."