Chapter 1
Belinda had not been able to take her eyes off the woman’s photograph ever since her mother had given it to her. Her mother had taken it from the female marriage broker.
The woman’s name was Bettina. Like Belinda, Bettina was a professional wrestler.
In the photograph, Bettina was standing in front of a swimming pool wearing a two-piece bikini. Behind Bettina was the bright blue sky and the dark blue water of the swimming pool.
Bettina’s skin was clear and milk white.
But it was Bettina’s bosom which could not be ignored. Boy, those two mounds of flesh called for attention. Her breasts hung down like a housewife’s who had had many babies. This was not a complaint. Belinda liked big-boobed women. Who didn’t?
The rest of the body was chiseled like it had been worked on by a sculptor. The calves, shoulders and thighs were all covered with the perfect amount of fleshiness. The thick neck was beautiful like it had been drawn by an art student.
Everything about Bettina reflected good health and vigor. There was an odd freckle here and there but otherwise the skin and face were clear and milk white. This was a woman who took care of herself – ate clean and exercised regularly.
Bettina’s blonde hair was rich and golden in color.
She had her arms raised on either side of her body in a pose to show off the muscles on her arms. The quads and hamstrings were proudly constricted to show off how shapely they were.
Bettina was pretty tall. Belinda thought she looked like a 5’9 or 5’10. It meant she was around the same height as Belinda.
Belinda kept staring at the photo as she lay on her king-sized bed. She had masturbated looking at Bettina’s photo that morning. She had masturbated looking at the photo after wrestling training. Now here she was after a lunch, back in bed, slowly fingering her pussy once again, looking at Bettina’s photograph.
Despite the muscular and vigorous pose, the strapping girl in the photograph invoked feelings of tenderness in Belinda.
Belinda and Bettina.
Bettina and Belinda.
Their names sounded good together.
Bettina was the woman Belinda might soon get married to. That is if Bettina also agreed to the marriage proposal. Belinda’s family had handed her photograph over to the female marriage broker, and she would give it to Bettina’s family, who would hand it to Bettina for consideration.
The Patriarch community in Cape Cod were an orthodox lot. Yes, they had adhered to the sexual mores of the time without putting up much of a fight. But even if two lesbians in the community wanted to get married, it would have to be with the consent and approval of the parents of the two lesbian women. Some traditions had to be maintained.
Belinda was really enamored by Bettina. Enamored was not the word. Bettina’s photograph got Belinda’s pussy itching. The sight of Bettina’s body had gotten her nipples erect.
Belinda was a virgin. Sure, she had gone on dates with women from outside the Patriarch community. But she had never gone all the way with other women. She had indulged in feverish foreplay with many other lesbian women but had stopped herself from indulging in tribadism with other lesbian women.
Her virginity was to be taken by her future lesbian wife and nobody else.
Her strict adherence to her values had made many of her lesbian lovers ditch her. Belinda was a single woman at the ripe age of thirty-one.
She felt a volcanic orgasmic wave of lust pass through her body as she kept staring at Bettina’s semi-naked photograph.
The marriage broker had said that Bettina’s family would let their decision be known to Belinda’s family by tomorrow at the latest.
If both lesbian women liked each other’s photographs, then there would be a meeting between the two families at a hotel, where the two lesbian women would also be present, and they would sit at a separate table and talk to each other. The families would sit at another table and decide whether they liked each other.
If the women and their families liked each other, a date for the marriage would be fixed. Then the two lesbian women could begin a period of courtship so that they could get to know each other before they got married.
Only one thing irked Belinda a bit about Bettina. Like her, Bettina was also a wrestler. Belinda was a strong-willed young woman who liked to dominate every single girlfriend she had had in her life. Would Bettina be a submissive woman who would accept that Belinda was the dom in the relationship?
Judging by her demeanor in the photograph Belinda did not think Bettina was the submissive type. She looked like a confident and strong-willed woman. Belinda had always longed for a sexual relationship with a woman who was as strong-willed as she was. But such women did not seem to exist. All she ever met were the demure types or the women who acted tough but were total pussies.
Could Bettina be the one she was looking for?
Belinda had already told her parents that it was a “yes” from her side. Now they would have to wait to hear from Bettina’s family before a meeting could be arranged between the two families.
Belinda inserted her finger deep into her pussy as she masturbated for the third time that day since she had been handed Bettina’s photograph.
The sound of the waves hitting the shore of the beach house in which she lived in was not enough to mask Belinda’s stifled cries as she fingered herself to an orgasm thinking about her and Bettina sweating it out naked on a wrestling mat.
Chapter 2
Bettina lay naked in the tub. It was quiet in the bathroom except for the occasional sound of a drop of water falling off the tap. The door to her bedroom was locked. The door to the bathroom was also locked. Bettina liked her privacy.
She could hear the pleasant sound of the waves crashing into the shore in the distance. You could not escape the sound of the waves if you lived in Cape Cod.
Bettina had the index finger of her right hand inserted deep into her pussy and the index finger and thumb of her left hand working on the nipple of her left breast.
On the edges of the right side of the tub, was the photograph of the woman to whom she might soon be married. Belinda was her name.
In the photograph, Belinda was standing beside a blue wrestling mat. There were a few men and women standing behind her, but they were all blurred.
Belinda had placed her powerful arms on her hips. A thin film of sweat was all over her arms, neck, shoulders, forehead and even the place where her ample boobs protruded out of her sports bra. Her nipples were visible, they were protruding out of her sweat drenched sports bra.
Belinda had just finished wrestling another woman whom she had beaten, and this was her victory pose.
Bettina was enamored by Belinda’s shapely quads and the fleshiness of her calves ever since she had received the photograph. This was clearly a woman who worked hard on leg day.
The way Belinda’s breasts protruded out of the thin wrestling vest, it seemed like the nipples would tear out of the thin fabric. The thongs clung to Belinda’s groin as if the flesh would burst out at any moment and the thongs would tear.
Belinda’s blonde hair was wild and shining indicating good health and vitality.
Bettina had been unable to take her eyes off the photograph ever since her mother had handed it to her.
Bettina had masturbated once in the morning as soon as she had received the photograph. The semi-naked photograph of Belinda had an immediate impact on her.
Then she had gone for wrestling practice, where she had kicked the ass of the woman she often trained with. They had really sweated it out together and then showered naked in the gym shower with their naked ripe bodies side by side under the showers, the water from the shower beating down on their sweaty bodies.
When she reached back home after wrestling training, her mother had asked how she liked the woman in the photograph. Bettina had tried to hide her excitement and informed her mother in a subtle voice that it was a “yes” from her side.
She heard her mother call the marriage broker and arrange a meeting between her and Belinda’s families at the local hotel.
Now she was back in her tub, masturbating, looking longingly at Belinda’s photograph. Belinda was the woman she might soon be married to. The woman she would bump cxnts with for the rest of her life.
Bettina couldn’t wait to meet Belinda now.
She felt like they would be a good match. They already seemed like a good match physically. Bettina couldn’t wait to pit her own breasts against Belinda’s breasts. She could already imagine the friction caused by their nipples rubbing violently against each other.
She wondered what Belinda would be like. Would the two of them be on the same wavelength?
Bettina was a short-tempered woman who craved attention and was possessive of all her lesbian lovers. She knew she would be incredibly possessive of Belinda if they actually got married.
Also, Bettina loved sex. She liked to indulge in long periods of kissing and foreplay. The three lesbian lovers she had had in her life found it hard to keep up with her relentless passion for feverish foreplay. Bettina was a sexual being. She loved having her body plastered against another woman’s body.
But Bettina had never slammed her cxnt against another woman’s cxnt. Bettina was a virgin. Like Belinda, she had also maintained her virginity despite going out on dates with many other lesbian women from outside the community. Her reticence in taking the foreplay to the logical conclusion had made her lose many lesbian lovers.
Bettina was a single woman at the age of thirty.
Her virginity was to be taken by her future lesbian wife and nobody else.
Bettina felt her pussy begin to quiver as she fantasized about her and Belinda together in bed, sweating it out together with the noise of the Cape Cod waves like a background score to their loud love making.
Chapter 3
The families decided to meet at the Chatham Bars Inn, an elegant hotel built in Victorian style, painted white, with a large dining area facing the beach.
Belinda’s father drove her and her mother in their large red Cadillac to the Inn. As the Cadillac entered the hotel parking lot, Belinda could see Bettina’s family step out of their pink Cadillac in the parking lot.
Belinda laid her eyes on Bettina for the first time. She was dressed casually in a black T-shirt and blue jeans. Belinda herself was dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans. She liked the fact that Bettina was bold enough to not dress up for the occasion like some girly soft women.
The two women stole glances at each other but pretended to ignore each other as their parents introduced themselves to each other.
Belinda had her hands behind her, hanging against her buttocks in a formal stance, like she was in the army or something. Belinda was nervous. She had kissed and embraced a few women in her life. But today morning, she felt like there was an electric current surging through her body. Her nipples were erect. There was a rumbling in her stomach.
Bettina’s stance was cooler, she had her hands inserted into her jeans pocket. But despite her seemingly cool demeanor, Bettina’s heart was beating. She felt the goosebumps rise across the length and breadth of her body as she stood a few steps away from Belinda, the woman who might soon be her wife.
Both Belinda and Bettina were at least a good foot taller than their parents. They towered over their families like a couple of giant women.
“I am Mark Miller. This here is my wife Angelina Miller and my lovely daughter Belinda Miller”, said Belinda’s father.
“I am Steve Mulder. This here is my wife Rachel Mulder and our dear daughter Bettina Mulder”, said Bettina’s father.
The two families acknowledged each other and smiled at each other. Belinda and Bettina once again stole glances at each other and their eyes met briefly and neither woman looked away.
They did not smile at each other.
The Millers and the Mulders walked into the hotel.
It was off season and the sprawling sea facing dining room had just the two families in it.
It was a pleasantly warm and sunny day, and the sound of the beach waves lent an idyllic vibe to the first meeting between the two women.
Their parents made small talk about their history in Cape Cod and how their ancestors had arrived on the island from Sweden.
Belinda and Bettina would glance at each other but both women pretended to listen to what their parents were saying. Women in the Patriarch community were expected to be quiet when their parents talked.
Then Rachel Mulder, Bettina’s mother made an intervention on behalf of the two women who might soon get married.
“I think we should let the two young ladies move to a separate table and talk to each other in private”, said Rachel Mulder.
The three other elders agreed, and the two women were urged to move to a separate table.
Belinda and Bettina stood up at almost the same time. Belinda thought Bettina was as tall as she was.
Bettina walked towards one end of the dining room which was closer to the sea. Belinda followed her.
They pulled the chairs and sat down facing each other across a small table. Bettina sat facing the sea and Belinda sat opposite her facing Bettina.
Both women placed their hands on the table and looked into each other’s faces. Their eyes met and both women smiled slightly.
“Nice day isn’t it”, said Bettina. She could feel an itch in her cxnt.
“Yeah, it is”, said Belinda. She could feel the blood flood into her nipples.
“Challenge you to an arm-wrestling match”, said Bettina in a feisty voice.
“I accept the challenge”, said Belinda without missing a beat.
Both women had expected a test of strength at the first meeting itself. They were wrestlers after all. Their Swedish ancestors had arrived on this land as conquerors. That warrior blood surged through the bodies of both women.
Without uttering another word, both women placed their elbows on the table and clasped their hands together.
They stifled gasps as their tough dumbbell callused wrestler hands clasped together and their palms caressed each other.
They allowed each other a moment to adjust their grips on each other’s hand before the arm-wrestling battle began.
Their eyes locked together as they pushed intensely with their hands, trying to make the other woman submit.
They were locked in a stalemate for what seemed like a really long time. Both women strained with all their strength with their hands clasped together in front of them.
Thirty seconds that seemed like thirty minutes passed.
Grunts escaped both struggling women.
Their families and the waiters looked on as the two women battled with their arms and hands. Their eyes were locked together as they tried to establish their physical supremacy over the other woman.
Two minutes of relentless arm wrestling later, neither woman’s arms nor hands had moved an inch. It was dawning on both Belinda and Bettina that they were equally matched physically. Neither woman had given an inch so far.
Another minute of arm wrestling passed and now both women were desperate. The grunts had turned into barely stifled cries and screams as both women sensed their arm-wrestling battle entering the final stage.
It would be a test of their mettle. How long would they be able to hold on?
They held on to each other’s hands like their lives depended on it.
The table and the cutlery on it began to shake noisily due to their efforts. It was an incredibly competitive match with both women inflicting violence on each other’s hands though both women were also aroused by the contact between palms of their hands.
Small beads of sweat appeared on their cheeks and foreheads as they continued to wrestle with their hands.
They could also feel their palms getting sweaty and they worked hard to maintain their grips over each other’s hands.
Then both women yelled out “”Let’s call it even” at exactly the same time.
They disentangled their hands from each other rather reluctantly. Both women were panting, their large breasts heaving as they struggled to regain their breaths.
They settled back into their chairs and placed their hands on the table as they studied each other’s sweaty faces.
“How much have you studied?”, asked Bettina. She wanted to ask Belinda what’s your bra size.
They had tested each other physically. Now they were going to test each other mentally.
“Oh, I dropped out after two years of English literature. How about you?”, said Belinda. She wanted to ask Bettina what’s your panty size and does your cxnt itch if you wear the same panty two times a week.
“English literature. That’s impressive. I dropped out after two years of comparative literature”, said Bettina.
“Oh! Do you read a lot?”, asked Belinda.
“Yeah, I do. How about you?”, asked Bettina.
Their eyes locked together and both women watched each other intently as they spoke.
“I read a lot too”, said Belinda.
“Who’s your favorite American writer?”, asked Bettina quickly.
“Salinger. Yours?”, asked Belinda.
“Cormac McCarthy”, said Bettina.
They did not utter a word for a few seconds, both women taking in the fact that they were serious book readers.
“You party a lot?”, asked Belinda.
“Not at all. I’m a really private person. I only leave my house for wrestling training and maybe a jog on the beach”, said Bettina.
“Oh”, said Belinda, in a neutral voice.
“Why? Do you party a lot?”, asked Bettina.
“I like to go to the bar, have a few drinks and hit the dance floor every once in a while”, said Belinda. Bettina thought Belinda’s introduction of herself as a bar hopper was a bit fake.
The women eyed each other intensely.
“I’m not a bar or pub person. I just hate the loud pounding music”, said Bettina in a slightly irksome voice.
“Yeah, the music sucks. I could take you to loads of pubs and bars around Cape Cod”, said Belinda in a conciliatory voice.
“I’m not some newbie in Cape Cod. I’ve lived here my whole life”, said Bettina, sounding a bit annoyed.
“Oh! I was not suggesting you’re a newbie. Just that we could go out together said”, Belinda, who was a bit annoyed herself.
They continued to eye each other intensely. Both women seizing each other up.
“So, you’re a wrestler”, said Bettina.
“So are you”, said Belinda, quickly.
“Is there a wrestling circuit around this part of Cape Cod?”, asked Bettina. She was from Eastham. Belinda was from Chatham.
“We have a gym out here in Chatham. It’s pretty popular. There are annual wrestling contests. I was the champion last year”, said Belinda proudly.
“Oh, we have a gym out here in Eastham too. We have an annual tournament like yours. I was the champion last year”, said Bettina in a slightly challenging voice.
Their eyes stayed locked together. Neither woman uttered a word for a few long moments.
“Now I must ask the all-important question”, said Belinda, her voice suddenly turning grave and serious.
Bettina had a hunch about what the question was.
“Are you a virgin, Bettina?”, asked Belinda in a low and terse voice, as if their parents or the waiters might hear them.
“Yes, I am, Belinda”, said Bettina immediately, without any hesitation.
The women looked deep into each other’s eyes, searching.
“And you Belinda? Are you a virgin?”, asked Bettina in a low voice.
“Yes, I am”, replied Belinda with the same urgency with which Bettina had answered the question.
“I think we should promise each other that we are virgins and declare a mutual vow of chastity until our wedding night, Bettina”, said Belinda, seriously.
Bettina thought she sounded like a nun. The woman sitting in front of her had just asked her hand in marriage in an indirect way. Bettina did her best to hide a gulp.
“I agree Belinda. Let us declare a mutual vow of chastity and promise each other that we are virgins”, said Bettina. She had just accepted Belinda’s proposal to marry her.
The two women extended their hands towards each other and clasped both pairs of hands tightly together. Electric currents seemed to charge through the bodies of both women when they held each other’s hands which were still sweaty from their arm-wrestling contest a few moments ago.
“I Belinda Miller, declare with the utmost sincerity with our god as witness that I am a virgin. And I would like you Bettina Mulder to enter with me into a mutual vow of chastity until our wedding night”, said Belinda in a rather loud voice. She was announcing their marriage to their listening families and the waiters.
Bettina was not embarrassed or anything. She felt her nipples grow rock hard. She felt Belinda squeeze her hands.
“I Bettina Mulder, declare with the utmost sincerity with our god as witness that I am a virgin. And I accept your invitation to enter into a mutual vow of chastity until our wedding night”, said Bettina, as loud as Belinda.
Belinda was not embarrassed by Bettina’s loud voice. She felt her cxnt itch. She felt Bettina squeeze her hands
Both the Millers and Mulders looked over at their daughters entering a pact of marriage and vow of chastity.
The mutual vow of chastity between Belinda and Bettina was no joke. Lesbians who had entered a pact of marriage and a vow of chastity until their marriage day would be subject to weekly check-ups by a Patriarch nun at their monastery in Cape Cod to ensure that their hymens were intact.
The Patriarch community had modernized when it came to lesbian relationships, but they still liked to keep their fast-declining followers on a tight leash.
Belinda and Bettina seemed to be oblivious of the world around them with the parents and the waiters looking on at them holding hands.
Neither woman let go of their hands for a long time.
They seemed to be utterly mesmerized by each other without a care in the world about who was watching them.
Chapter 4
Lesbian women in the Patriarch community were allowed a period of courtship and dating before their marriage, after they had entered into a mutual and binding vow of chastity.
Belinda and Bettina’s first date was at the remote Sandy Neck beach in Cape Cod. Both women drove down in their family Cadillac’s at around 4:30 PM in the evening when the sun was kinder on the beach walkers.
The air smelled of the sea and primrose flowers.
The setting was perfect for the two women who would soon become wives to each other. The beach was empty that evening. There were no other people or cars around. They had the beach sand and the sea entirely to themselves.
Both women were dressed in denim shorts and loose sleeveless cotton shirts. They eyed each other’s shapely legs as they walked side by side on the beach sand. They had taken off their sandals, holding them in their hands as they walked.
Both Belinda and Bettina clearly wanted to show off their well-worked bodies to each other.
A strong wind blew as they walked side by side on the beach sand. The beach sand was cool under their bar feet.
“What are your expectations from our married life?”, asked Bettina.
Belinda did not reply for a few moments.
“I want a companion for life. Someone to go to movies with and eat out at diners and drink at bars. What about you? I am not much of a social person, and I do not have many friends”, said Belinda. She had made amends for the previous day when she had tried to pass herself off as a social animal.
“Just about the same. I do not have too many friends either. I have been single for a while now”, said Bettina.
“Oh! Do you have problems with lesbian women from other communities who want to jump naked into bed on the first date itself?”, asked Belinda.
“Yes. Tell me about it. You’ve been having the same problem?”, asked Bettina excitedly.
“Oh yes, Bettina. I have wanted to hold onto my virginity for my wife”, said Belinda, looking longingly at Bettina.
“I have also wanted to hold onto my virginity for my wife, Belinda”, said Bettina in an equally longing voice.
Belinda clasped Bettina’s hand in hers and the two women entwined fingers. Both women were impressed by the powerful mutual grip they exerted on each other’s hands and overwhelmed by the entwining of their long fingers.
Currents of electric lust surged through both their bodies as they entwined fingers tightly. Both women acted like the holding of hands was the most natural thing ever. But their hearts were beating fast, and their nipples were erect.
“How often do you work out and do wrestling training?”, asked Belinda.
“Seven days a week”, said Bettina.
“No rest days huh”, said Belinda impressed.
“Nope. How about you?”, asked Bettina.
“The same. No rest days for me either”, said Belinda.
The entwined grips on each other’s fingers strengthened. They were sending signals to each other that they were aroused. That the mating dance between them had commenced.
“Show me your arms and calves”, said Belinda suddenly.
The two women stopped in their tracks and disentangled their fingers from each other rather reluctantly.
Both women dropped the sandals onto the beach sand.
Bettina raised her hands and flexed her arm muscles. Then she slanted her calf towards Belinda and constricted her calf muscle.
Belinda was impressed by the large fleshy wall of muscle across Bettina’s calf. Her gaze alternated between ogling at Bettina’s powerful arms and her fleshy calves and thighs. It was an overwhelming sight. The woman who would soon be her wife was a rare specimen of nature.
“Your turn Belinda. Show me what you got”, said Bettina.
Belinda placed a foot forward, raised her arms and flexed her muscles and then flexed the muscles on both her calves. She also constricted her quad muscles, putting on a complete show for her bride to be.
It was Bettina’s turn to be impressed. Belinda’s calves were thick and so were her quads. The flexed arms exuded strength and power. Bettina did her best to hide a gulp as her eyes ran across the length and breadth of Belinda’s body. The woman who would soon be her wife was a rare creation of God.
The two women flexed for each other, showing off their bodies to each other for a few more moments.
“Want to compare feet?”, asked Bettina. She could feel her nipples struggling against the fabric of her sleeveless T-shirt. Bettina was eager for more contact between their fleshy bodies. Judging by the expression on Belinda’s face, she was also game for pitting their bodies against each other.
“Why not?”, responded Belinda to Bettina’s suggestion.
Without further ado, the women moved towards each other.
The wind was blowing very strongly now.
The two women placed their hands on each other’s hips and placed their feet against each other.
The rubbing of the sides of their feet made the two women shiver. The sides of their breasts rubbed and jostled against each other.
Their feet looked good together. Both women had large feet. The nails were perfectly cut, and the feet were clean and spotless.
“It’s a nice evening. You want to do a swimming contest?”, asked Belinda.
Both women were eager to test each other both physically. They wanted to know what the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with was like.
“A swimming contest? Sure. The tide is still low. We have a good one hour until the sea goes crazy. I am game for a swimming contest”, said Bettina excitedly.
“I must warn you that I am a damn good swimmer. Hope I don’t have to rescue your ass if you get cramps out there in the deep”, said Belinda, as if the sea belonged to her and she knew its secrets.
Bettina looked perturbed at the challenge and then her face broke into a feisty smile.
“Belinda, I have grown up on these beaches. I know every nook and corner of Cape Cod. I know these waters like a sailfish”, said Bettina in a competitive voice.
“We will see, Bettina”, said Belinda.
“Yeah, we will see allright”, said Bettina.
The women eyed each other fierily.
Chapter 5
The Sandy Neck beach on the shores of which the two wives to be eyed each other competitively was the last of the pristine Cape Cod beaches. It was not frequented by annoying tourists and was deserted for most of the year. Its beautiful white sand was spotless. Behind the two women, in the distance, the pristine blue of the sea shone like a diamond.
The sand was hot under their bare feet as they made their way to the water. The wind was strong, and the two women walked swiftly to the sea, eager to jump in.
Thin films of sweat began to form on their fleshy bodies as they walked.
The sight of the sea made Bettina feel like she had done the right thing, accepting Belinda’s challenge. She and the woman she was about to marry would compete in that huge body of water. Test their strength and vigor not just against each other but against the power of nature.
They undressed as they neared the water. They placed their t-shirts and denim shorts side by side on the sand. It was not the first time either woman had seen each other semi-nude. They had masturbated to each other’s seminude photographs. But to see each other’s fleshiness with them standing a few steps away from each other was a completely different ball game.
They stood facing each other like a couple of gun men in a Western. They glanced at each other’s beautiful fleshy bodies, especially each other’s large heaving breasts.
A tiny sea turtle watched the two tall and semi-naked women checking each other out.
“Let’s do it”, said Belinda.
“Yeah, let’s do it”, agreed Bettina as if the two of them were about to jump into bed.
They glanced at each other’s fleshy bodies for a moment longer before they moved towards the sea.
A team of orange crabs scampered away from the path of the two tall women.
The sand ended and the bubbly surf touched their bare feet. The women waded into the water together. The waves enveloped their bodies.
They swam easily with their fit bodies. Two fit women swimming side by side. Bettina and Belinda glanced at each other as they swam with all their might and strength. Both women eager to put a certain amount of distance between themselves and the other woman.
They swam energetically. But in the first few seconds of their swimming contest, neither woman could get the better of the other. As much as both women tried, all they could do was swim side by side, with neither woman able to really make any headway in the water against their competitor.
Their gym built arms lashed against the powerful waves which crashed into their bodies. They waded into the sea like they were two animals that lived in water bodies.
A minute of rapid and intense swimming later, neither woman had been able to gain on the other woman.
Both Belinda and Bettina were panting now. The realization was dawning on both women that they were equally matched as swimmers.
The waves were crashing onto their bodies relentlessly, but the two women continued to swim, neither of them wanted to look like a weakling in front of the woman they had chosen to be their wife in the future.
Two minutes of fierce swimming later, Belinda and Bettina were still side by side. Neither woman had been able to gain any kind of lead on their competitor.
They gave up at almost the same time, both women surrendering to the fact that they were too equally matched as swimmers.
They swam deep into the ocean until their feet wouldn’t touch the ocean floor any longer. Belinda stopped and floated in the surf and Bettina also stopped when she realized that Belinda had stopped swimming.
Belinda swam back towards Bettina. Their bodies were inches apart in the somewhat still water of the deep sea. The sky was cloudy and there was only the sound of the waves around them.
They panted into each other’s faces as they struggled to regain their breaths.
Their hearts were beating thunderously and their enormous breasts heaved as their bodies slipped in and out of the water.
The two women faced each other, far away from the shore.
The water was so pristine that both women could see their bodies down to their legs in the clear blue.
“You’re one hell of a swimmer”, said Belinda.
“So are you”, said Bettina.
The women were regaining their breaths now.
“I think I made the right choice choosing you as my wife, Bettina”, said Belinda. She felt her nipples grow erect under the sea as she uttered the words.
“I also think I made the right choice choosing you as my wife, Belinda”, said Bettina. She also felt her nipples grow erect under the sea as she uttered the words.
The women grinned and their eyes met. Something stirred inside both women.
Belinda looked towards the shore. Not a soul in sight. Just the whole beach and the sea for the two of them to frolic and compete in.
Belinda closed the distance between them and hugged Bettina.
Bettina was surprised but a tingle ran through her body at the rubbing of her semi-naked flesh against Belinda’s semi-naked flesh.
A moment later, Bettina hugged back, and their semi naked bodies lingered together in the middle of the ocean, upper bodies locked together, feet rubbing briefly against each other.
Their breasts crashed into each other and jostled. They blew hot breaths into each other’s faces. Their lips were inches apart.
Their legs entwined. Their groins interlocked.
Belinda and Bettina gripped each other tightly. Their fleshy bodies had united as one big mass of milk white flesh, floating in the ocean.
The waves could not separate the two sexually aroused women.
They lingered like that, their fleshy breasts plastered together, their legs and groins entwined, stomachs plastered together.
Time seemed to stand still for the two women.
“We have entered a vow of chastity, Belinda”, said Bettina, reminding Belinda of their vow.
“Yes, I know, Bettina”, said Belinda.
They both knew they could not break the vow of chastity.
No more words needed to be exchanged. Both women knew what had to be done.
The two women reluctantly disentangled from each other and begin to swim back to the shore.
When their bodies hit the sand, they stood up in the water. The waves near the shore had grown stronger.
They entwined their fingers tightly as they walked in the crashing waves and made their way towards the shore.
The waves crashed onto their bodies but Belinda and Bettina with their fingers entwined were like a single unit that could not let any force of nature separate them.
They collapsed onto the white sandy shore and the waves enveloped their bodies. They glanced sideways at each other.
Would they fuck each other right then and there?
Would they tear the bras and panties off each other’s fleshy bodies and mate right then and there on the beach sand with the waves crashing against them?
They entwined their fingers again as they lay side by side on the sand with the waves crashing on their bodies.
Their eye met and both Patriarch women knew they had to adhere to the values of the community. They had to suppress their intense sexual feelings for each other and follow the vow of chastity that bound them together until the day of their marriage.
In the distance, the sun began to set, casting an orange aura on their semi-naked milk white bodies.
Chapter 6
They sat side by side on the sand. It was getting dark on the beach now.
They had put their clothes back on.
The wind was strong. The waves crashed violently against the shore.
“How long have you been single?”, asked Bettina in a low and languid voice. Her nipples were still erect, and her cxnt itched. But she knew they could not fuck.
“Close to a year now. How about you?”, said Belinda.
“Yeah, pretty much the same. Close to a year”, said Bettina.
They were silent for a few moments. The crashing of the waves could not fill the uneasy silence.
“Let me guess why you’ve been single for so long. Your last girlfriend and the ones before that wanted to fuck. Jump into bed naked and you couldn’t do it because you are a Patriarch woman and you must maintain your virginity for your wife”, said Bettina in an almost sarcastic voice.
“You guessed right, Bettina. Every single one of my girlfriends left me because I wouldn’t really fuck them. They had enough of the relentless foreplay and wanted to rub cxnts with me”, said Belinda.
They were silent for a few moments. Belinda took Bettina’s hand in hers and they entwined their fingers together intensely. They clasped their hands together tightly.
They eyed each other feistily and seductively in the fading light of the beach. Even in the approaching darkness, the two women could see the lusty expressions on each other’s faces. The golden blonde hair blew wildly in the wind.
“I have a wrestling buddy”, said Belinda, almost blurting out the words.
“I have a wrestling buddy too”, responded Bettina almost immediately.
Patriarch community folk tales were rife with stories about wrestling women. It was normal for Patriarch women to turn to wrestling for some sexual relief. Even if they could not go the distance with their sexual wrestling buddy, it was better than no sex at all.
Both women had revealed to each other how they both depended upon the wrestling world for sexual partners.
“I don’t think you should depend on your wrestling buddy anymore for sexual release”, said Bettina in a stiff and authoritative voice.
“What do you mean?”, asked Belinda.
“Fuck! Woman, we are going to be married to each other soon. We can’t roll around and sweat it out with other women anymore. I have spoken for you and you have spoken for me. We belong to each other now”, said Bettina passionately.
“So, what do we do?”, asked Belinda, uncertainly.
“We wrestle each other from now on”, said Bettina.
“No fucking way! That’s calling for trouble. We’ll end up sleeping with each other in a second”, said Belinda almost angrily.
Their nails dug into each other.
“As the woman who will soon become your wife, I demand that you begin to wrestle me from now on”, said Bettina in an aggressive voice.
“I do not like your authoritative voice and your domineering demeanor”, said Belinda. The truth was that she was enjoying the fact that Bettina was already so possessive of her. She knew it was part of the mating dance between them.
“You better get used to it, honey”, said Bettina feistily.
“I ain’t gonna get used to it, honey”, said Belinda feistily.
She disentangled her hand from Bettina and stood up. She walked away from Bettina in a huff. Bettina sat on the sand, surprised. Belinda knew Bettina could not see her face as she walked away. She had a naughty smile on her face.
Bettina leapt up onto her feet and gave chase to Belinda. She caught up with Belinda near where their Cadillacs were parked side by side.
The wind was blowing violently against them.
Bettina caught Belinda by her hand and swung her around.
“Don’t ever walk away from me like that”, shouted Bettina angrily into Belinda’s face.
“Let go of me. Don’t ever grab my hand like that”, said Belinda angrily into Bettina’s face and she wrested her hand away from Belinda’s grip.
The two women stood inches away from each other and glared at each other.
Then Bettina slapped Belinda’s face. It was not a vicious slap. It was a slap to send a message and not really meant to inflict pain.
Belinda was taken by surprise, and she covered her cheek with her hand. She was a picture of femininity a moment after she was slapped.
Bettina eyed Belinda, a domineering look on her face.
She felt like she had posted a small win over Belinda which was probably why she was caught by surprise when Belinda slapped her back.
Now it was Bettina’s turn to cover her cheek with her hand.
The women eyed each other feistily. Challenging smiles appeared on both their faces. Both of them daring the other woman to slap again.
Belinda took a step towards Bettina and kissed her on the lips.
Taken by surprise, Bettina did not open her lips for a few moments. Belinda priced open Bettina’s lips, and the two women kissed.
It was an uncertain kiss in the beginning.
But when the two women threw their arms around each other, their kissing gained in intensity.
It was not a tender kiss by any sense of the imagination. The women kissed each other like they wanted to dominate each other.
Their bodies were plastered together as they rubbed each other’s backs as they kissed with the utmost ferocity.
The kissing went on and on as their tongues wrestled and their mouths enveloped each other. Both women liked the taste of the other woman’s tongue and spit.
They must have stood in front of their Cadillacs and kissed each other for a good five minutes. So lost were the two women in each other that they lost track of time.
It was dark now.
They finally separated, neither woman completely satisfied. They knew this erotic encounter would escalate into wild sex if they did not stop.
“See you tomorrow”, whispered Belinda.
“Yes, see you tomorrow”, Bettina whispered back.
They let go of each other, watching the other woman walk away with concerned expressions on their faces, as if they would never lay eyes on each other ever again. They watched each other as they walked back to their cars.
They got into their Cadillacs and drove away.
The evening had ended too soon for both women.
