~ Crew Days: The Hooch ~
by Jude
© 2004

Violence: no
Sex: Well naturally, and it's the girl on girl kind. You no like, you no read.
Language: A wee bit here and there, nothing to get your knickers in a twist
Other important stuff and of interest: 1) Many of the characters in this story exist, as does "The Hooch and certain events." So, you could kinda say this is based on a true story in a round-a-bout way. 2) I don't have a Beta reader or whatever. 3) The grammar mistakes are intentional. 4) If you are going to criticize, fine, but you have to say something nice too, or I'll sick Wilbur on you. 5) This story is meant to be the first of many. However, whether or not there will be more is up to you. So write me and let me know. Oh and please put the title of the story in the subject line so I don't mistake it for junk mail trying to sell me viagra. I can get it up just fine, thank you, so much! jude_madison@hotmail.com

Dedicated To:
Dedicated to the star of the story.

Six hours.

Six long hours. Six very long hours crammed with a bunch of girls on a small bus. Did I mention it was six long hours? Now, normally, I don't mind being crammed on a bus for a six-hour trip with a bunch of girls. I mean, it could have been worse; I could have been crammed on a tiny bus for six hours with a bunch of sweating, farting male jerks. I mean jocks. But, no, instead I was with a bunch of sweating female jocks. I know you are probably wondering why I am complaining. The reason is simple. My ass hurts. Yes! That is right, after 6 hours, my ass hurts. I'm sure some of you can commiserate. On the bright side, I was crammed into a tiny seat with my baby, all 5'5" and 165 pounds of her. Oh and Wilbur. Can't forget the illustrious Wilbur. I swear, I think she loves Wilbur more then me. She takes him with her everywhere she goes, on the bus and to the races. She loves him more then me! It makes me sad. Yes, I am pouting. Deal with it. This is my story. Wilbur is her cuddle buddy when I'm not around. Thankfully, he is a stuffed tri-color Welsh Corgi. If he weren't stuffed, he and I would be having serious words about his habit of lying on my baby's stomach. That's my spot dammit! On the brighter side, I'm the one who came up with the brilliant idea of getting Wilbur for her. Yes, I am a genius! I'm gloating. Sue me. I was handsomely rewarded for my thoughtfulness. Go me! Oh but back to the main point?six hours.

Six hours to the Hooch. I know, when I was first told we were going to the Hooch, I was a bit excited too. Actually I just find the word "hooch" titillating. I'm sure some of you can agree. But before you get any crazy ideas about the "hooch" being short for a broadway show of hoochie mammas. The Hooch is the crew regatta for the NCAA fall season. In Georgia. We are in Florida. Hence, the six hours. Various universities from all over the East Coast and the not so East Coast will be there, from Boston and Knoxville to Oviedo. That is where we are coming from?the University of Central Florida in Ovideo?yes; you guessed it, Oviedo, Florida.

Now my baby rows bow on the varsity team. She is the shortest member of the teams, but what she lacks in height she makes up in sheer strength and determination. 165 pounds. Yup, that's my baby. She has muscles in places us normal people only dream of having muscles, like in her earlobes. She twitches her arms and the muscles in her forearms jump up screaming, "Look at me." It's disgusting. Yes, I'm jealous. Bite me. But don't leave any marks, she'll get mad.

But my baby has big gray eyes and a mouth to make Julie Roberts jealous. Mmmmmmm. Now, I know at this point, you are just dying to know her name and mine. Hawley and Bethany. Aye, she is Hawley and I am Bethany more affectionately known as "sweet pea." You tell anyone, and I'll hunt you down and commit truly disgusting acts of um?stuff in front of you. I have a sterling reputation to uphold. Ha!

On with the story. Do you remember how many hours? Six. Six hours later we arrive in Georgia ready for the two-day regatta. Quite simply the regatta will commence over the course of two days by process of elimination. Each university team has sent more then one boat, meaning Varsity, J-V, Light Weights, and Novice. Many of the universities have up to three boats in each category, A, B, and C (A being the best). That's a lot of boats and a lot of races. Every boat will race at least twice and the process of elimination begins. You lose twice, and you go home crying. You win once and you race again etc. The races are chosen at random in each category. So in Varsity, University of Tennessee A might go up against Boston University C. Anyway?now that that is all explained?.moving on!

We arrived at our hotel around noon, enough time to unpack and hit the water. Unfortunately Hawley and I didn't have our own room, so we are crammed in the room with the rest of the members on her boat. So, in other words, no hanky panky for us. I'm sad. No sex for two days. I'm not sure I can handle it. Well, no, I can handle it. Mind over matter. But Hawley is apt to self-combust. She's the horn dog in this relationship. I'm just the one who says, "Yes, baby. Sounds good to me." I'm shy and as innocent as the pure, white, driven snow. The snow that the dog peed in. But whatever. But don't think I'm a pillow queen or passive. If you do, I'm gonna prove you wrong.

I should probably explain something. I am not a member of the UCF crew team. Actually, I don't even live in Florida. I live in Maine. Let me repeat that?Maine. That is a freaking long way from Florida. So we don't always get to see each other as often as we like. But I'm down for two whole weeks to visit my sweetie, and yes, we are constantly screwing like monkeys. Hey I have to have enough sex in two weeks to last me a couple more months. You know how it is. However, I do know something about crew. Well, I know more about European crew. I used to row for Oxford back in my under-grad years, before the broken ankles and such. So I know enough to tell you what is going on. You can trust me. I promise.

We hit the water by 1 to go over the course. It's a 6k. Long enough to be hard but not too long as to kill the rowers from numerous races during the day. The girls practiced for a few hours, while I sat on the bank sometimes watching, sometimes cheering, and sometimes reading. At the end of practice we all went out to eat and then some of the girls split off to enjoy a couple hours in the town and some went back to the hotel for an early night.

"What do you want to do, baby?" I asked my girl. She looked so adorable in boys' jeans and a tight black long-sleeved shirt. She leaned into my side and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight. Did I mention I top her by about four inches? Height has its advantages.

"You fit perfectly in my arms, honey." I whispered as I leaned in and kissed the top of her head. She turned in my arms and rubbed her face in my shoulder.

"Mmmmm, you smell so good," she muttered as she ran her hands up my arms to clasp them around my neck and pull me down to her level. Dream More. I tell you, it makes the ladies swoon. Possibly from over-powerment if you put too much on.

The moon was slowly climbing its way up into the dark blue sky. The first stars were opening their eyes and winking at us as if they knew our secrets. The night was still, the air sharp and crisp. The sounds of the rushing cars and honking horns slowly faded away as we stood under one lone streetlight, the light bathing us in a gentle, ethereal glow. Time must have stood still for one brief moment. Corny eh? Yup, I agree. But nevertheless. I did what any self-respecting dyke would do. I leaned down and kissed my girl until she moaned my name, or at least something like my name. It was a little garbled since my tongue was in her mouth.

"Mmmm, mmph, Hawfymph." Aye, it was me who was weak in the knees and who garbled her name. What can I say? She is a multi-talented girl.

I felt her reach around my back and grab my ass. Whoa! Oh fuck yeah! I pressed my hips into hers and started a slow grind. I leaned down to kiss her only to be greeted with the top of her head as she leaned in and kissed my neck. Mmmmm. Who am I to complain? I shivered as her tongue danced over my skin. Then she opened her mouth and scraped her teeth across the skin on my neck. I shuddered and stumbled a little bit. And then the wench did it! She bit me! Sunk her teeth in and started to suck on my neck. I almost came on the spot. I groaned and pressed my hips harder against her. Evil little wench!

"Baby, we-we can't. Not here. Not out in the open. And we can't in the hotel," I managed to grind out through gritted teeth. I heard her chuckle and felt her lips quirk against my skin. I was definitely having trouble standing now. She leaned back and pulled my head down until we were eye-to-eye, sea green to gray. I could see the light from the lamp reflecting in her eyes. The moon's rays bounced off her dyed, spiky blond hair. I saw the huge shit eating grin start at one corner of her mouth and flow across her face to burst forth large as life. I grinned like a stupid lovesick goof. The things this girl does to me. I can't even explain.

The next day dawned bright and early. I hate that phrase; of course it "dawned" bright and early. That is what morning does. Grrrrrr. But I digress. I was slightly out of sorts, being horny and all. More importantly being deprived of my baby's many skills. Lindsey the coxen bounded over to our bed. Aye, she fucken bounded! Never have I hated someone so much. Grrrrrr. Did I mention I hate morning? It means I can't cuddle my baby anymore.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads," she perked. She actually perked! Oh now I wanted to just kill her and dump her body in the river.

"I'll rise, but I sure as hell am not shining," I snarled. I groused all the way through my shower and breakfast. What can I say? Mornings and I have a love/hate relationship. It loves to wake me up, and I hate it for waking me up. Yes, I realize I hate something that doesn't even have the decency to be an inanimate object. So fucken sue me.

We hit the water at 7 am sharp. The races began! Yay! Woot! I napped behind one of the boathouses listening to Shawn Colvin, Sarah McClaclan, Indigo Girls, and Melissa Ferrick sing "I'll hold you up and drive you, all night long, I'll hold you up and drive you all night long." Aye, the classic lesbian song. Damn, but I was wet and horny now

My main interest was Hawley who would race first at 10. So far, UCF was making a pretty good showing of herself. Unfortunately, Light Weight B, number 7 stern caught a huge crab and broke her blade. It cost them the race, but it was only their first race of the day. They still had another chance to redeem themselves. BU and UT were two of the toughest competitors. Georgia Tech seemed to be having a lot of trouble. Apparently many of their girls were plagued by injuries. Their Novice C had to forfeit to Virginia State in their very first race due to their bow 1's shin splints. It was unfortunate since their Novice team showed a lot of promise, but they would have the spring season, which was far more intense.

Finally, at 10, Hawley's boat lined up at the head of the river. They were up against BU's Varsity A team. Both teams were evenly matched. I made my way over to the bank, pushing my way through the small crowd so I could get a good spot on the river near the end. The rowers were at the ready, their blades extended behind them, their knees bunched up to their chests. When the starter's pistol went off, both teams surged ahead, BU's bow ahead by half a blade length. I cheered and yelled and screamed along with the rest of the crowd. UCF slowly pulled up until they were even with BU, then fell slightly behind again.

As they drew abreast of me, I could hear Lindsey the cox yelling, "Bow, reach! Lengthen your strokes for count of five!" And for a count of five, my baby and her bow mate shortened their strokes and double-timed to the other's longer strokes. It gave them the slight edge they needed, as the bow mates were both the strongest members of the team and could pull hard on short strokes.

Slowly UCF crept up on BU and then passed them! I was told later that I was jumping up and down screaming unintelligibly while foaming slightly at the mouth. Rumor has it I scared a few kids and may be banned from the next regatta. So sue me! That's my baby moving that damn boat! I'm so proud. I could have kittens. Or whatever.

I was all in a dither dancing in place, cheering and screaming as I watched UCF slowly overtake BU and pass them by a quarter of a blade length, then a half! With only 10 meters left to go, UCF gave a mighty pull and surged ahead by half a boat, crossing the line and winning their first race!

They slowly slowed down with small strokes, while the coxen congratulated them. Now it was time for the victory.

"Hey, UCF, let me hear it!" Cried Lindsey.

"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? BU! BU!" roared the UCF boat.

"Let me hear it again," cried the cox.

"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? BU! BU!" roared back the UCF boat.

"Now one more time, break it down!" cried the cox one last time.

"TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT, WHO do WE aPPREciAte? BU! BU!" roared UCF one last time waving their clenched right fists in the air.

BU responded in kind and the victory was over, short and intense. I waited anxiously on the bank for my baby to row her boat back and pull along side the dock. She stumbled a little as she climbed out of the boat, stretching the kinks out of her back. I rushed down to greet her, wrapping her in my arms.

"Hey baby, great race! I wasn't sure if you were gonna pull it out, but you beat BU by half a boat."

"Yup. Thank God that was it for today, I'm wiped. But we have a meeting down by our boats in 20 minutes." I looked around. The teams were milling around by the boats, some sprawled out on the ground. Tracy, Lindsey, and the others were lying around on the bank near the boats. BU, UT, GT and the others were starting to pack it in. No one was around near us. The devil in me surged to life.

"You know, baby," I murmured, "No one is around. And you looked so fucken hot pulling and moving that boat." I moved closer to her and slid my hands down her sides, I felt her shudder slightly. I leaned in and licked her left earlobe.

"You are so hot in your uni. So sleek and supple. Mmmmm," I groaned. I couldn't help it. I wanted her so bad. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down the path a few meters and around the last boathouse. I pushed her up against the wall.

"Oh God, baby," she groaned. "We can't do this. I have a meeting in 20 minutes!"

I grabbed her hands and held them up over her head against the wall of the boathouse. I slipped my thigh between her legs and nudged them open.

"Don't say a word. Not one word. Keep your hands up here. If you say one word or drop your hands, I'm going to stop. Nod if you understand," I whispered hotly in her ear. She frantically nodded her head up and down. Her eyes were wide and she kept licking her lips. I could tell she was excited by my slightly rough and dominating actions.

I leaned in and kissed her roughly, bruising her lips slightly. I pushed my tongue passed her lips. I tussled and laved her tongue until I caught it and sucked it into my own mouth. I muffled my groan in her mouth as I pressed my body against her. I felt her hips begin to move beneath mine. Abruptly I let her mouth go and stepped back. Her lips were red and her eyes were closed. Her chest heaved slightly as she tried to suck in air. Her hips continued to move in small circular motions. But she kept her hands up in the air against the wall. I could see she kept clenching and unclenching her fingers. She wanted to reach down so bad and touch me. She always wanted to, but I knew more then that she wanted to keep her hands there and wait for me to do what I would to her.

I slid my hands up and down her sides, feeling the smooth texture of her spandex uni. I quickly reached around the front and jerked the zipper all the way down and grabbed the open edges of the uni and jerked them outward. The cool air hit her chest and her nipples immediately puckered. Who was I to resist? I leaned in and captured her left nipple in my mouth, roughly laving it with my tongue and sucking hard on it. My left hand came up and gently circled around her right nipple, while I continued to suck greedily. I slid both hands under her uni and around her waist to the small of her back and began to rhythmically run my fingertips in circles against the sensitive skin. I quickly kissed and nipped my way down to her navel, dipping and swirling my tongue in and out. I could feel her shudder beneath me.

She whimpered. I immediately stepped back and looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Open your eyes!" I barked out. She opened her eyes and I could see both the apprehension and lust gleaming out at me. I growled at her.

"You whimpered! You are supposed to be silent. Nod if you understand me." She quickly nodded her head, one blonde lock of hair falling across her forehead. I wanted to reach out and push it back. But that would have been too gentle.

"Because you whimpered. I'm going to take you so hard and fast, and if you so much as whimper or sniffle, I'm going to stop and I won't let you cum until we get back home." I snarled at her. I saw her eyes widen and her hips still. I smirked at her. I knew it wasn't the thought of being taken hard that worried her. It was the thought that I might not let her cum for two more days. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to take her, make her completely mine. Hard and fast. I was happy to oblige.

I quickly stepped closer to her, pushing my body into hers. I closed my eyes at the contact. I could feel her nipples poking into my flesh. I wanted to tear off my shirt so I could feel her skin against mine, but that wasn't part of the game. I grabbed both her arms and quickly stripped her upper body of the uni then I put her hands back up against the wall over her head.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed her uni pulling it quickly down to her mid thigh. I leaned in and covered her lower belly with my mouth. I began to suck in earnest to make a mark. My mark. Her hips began to sway again, and I could smell her arousal wafting up. It smelled so good; I couldn't wait to dive in. I could tell without even touching her that she was soaking wet.

Without preamble, I parted her lips with my tongue and pressed my entire face into her smooth, hot pussy. I stiffened my tongue and licked up against her clit shaft over and over again. I swirled my tongue around her clit keeping time with her swaying hips. I could feel my own arousal pooling between my legs, and I had to squeeze my thighs together in hopes of alleviating the throbbing. It was not to be.

"Mmmmm, baby, you taste so fucken good." I murmured to her. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on her hard, batting her clit back and forth with the tip of my tongue. I could feel her whole body tensing, as she tried to keep her mouth closed. I immediately plunged to fingers into her slick, hot pussy. I heard her groan and her hips started rocking against her my face. But I had heard her.

I pulled my fingers and face out of her pussy and sat back on my heels. Mmmmm?that movement felt good against my own aching clit. I looked up at her sternly.

"What did I say? Huh! I told you if you made any sound, I would stop," I snapped at her. I stood up. Her eyes were wide and pleading. Her head fell back against the wall with a thump and she started banging it against the wall. Her hips continued to move as she felt the cool air blowing on her throbbing clit and wet pussy. I looked at her. All the beautiful tan flesh before me. She was naked from the thighs up with her uni hanging out behind her. Her small, perfectly round breasts were firm and the nipples were poking out, taunting me. I let my gaze drop down to her smooth, soft pussy. I could see her arousal glistening on the inside of her thighs. I groaned.

I dropped to my knees again and plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped and let her head fall back against the wall. I leaned in and clamped my mouth around her pussy, blowing hard against the over-heated flesh. I pulled my fingers out of her, feeling her inner walls trying to catch them and hold them. I plunged my fingers back into her as deeply as I could. I wiggled my fingers inside of her, stroking her inner walls. I heard her gasp and then moan. Her breath started coming in short gasps as I nipped at her clit and finally sucked it into my mouth. I ground my face hard into her pussy. It muffled my own whimpering. I kept plunging and turning my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I felt her arousal dripping onto my face as I hungrily sucked at her hot flesh. Her movements became more frantic as she rode my fingers and face. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. I felt her inner walls begin to tighten around my fingers and her breath come out in short, sharp moans. I renewed my efforts, sucking her clit hard and batting it with the tip of my tongue. My right hand came up and grabbed her ass, kneading it hard in rhythm with her jerking hips. I felt her body tighten and jerk as she let out a loud groan. I could feel her juices gush out around my fingers and face. Her hips swayed gently and then stopped. I pulled back and gently eased out of her.

I lifted my left hand and sucked my fingers into my mouth, sucking all of her delectable juices off of them. I tried to stand on shaky legs, my own clit pounding and begging for attention. Her knees buckled, and I reached out to catch her only to stumble on weak legs. She slid down, hitting my legs and knocking me over. We landed in a tangle of legs and arms. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into my body, burying her face in my chest.

"Oh, baby, that was incredible. Mmmmmm. I don't think I can get up now." She laughed. I groaned, I was in dire need of attention, but at the same time satiated. I had gotten what I really wanted. She rolled us over on the dirt ground until she was on top.

"Hmmmm?your face looks a little wet and sticky, baby," she whispered. She flicked her tongue out and licked up one side of my face and down another, gently sucking on my lips to remove all residue of her. I smiled up at her. My eyes were a little hazy. She pushed my slightly matted, brown curls off my forehead.

"You rock," she whispered as she gently kissed me.

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