As we walked down the hallway, I noticed Marla was carrying her school swimsuit. For whatever reason, our school still made the senior girls where the little blue one piece "sukumizu" swimsuits often worn in Japanese schools. I couldn't help but image what Marla would look like. I quickly shook my head, trying to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts.
"Are you excited for the tournament today?" I asked Marla, trying to distract myself.
She smiled at me, "Yeah, I am. I've been training hard for this."
As we walk into the club room, Marla asks me, "Do you mind if I change into my swimsuit while we discuss club stuff?"
We arrived at the club room and Marla began to change into her swimsuit. I averted my gaze, but I couldn't help but peek out of the corner of my eye. She smelled amazing, and my mind was abuzz just imagining what she must've looked like nude behind the partition.
