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When what you take seriously in life — synchronised swimming — and to which you devote a considerable amount of time every day is dismissed as lightweight and girly or, even worse — pervert's ballet — you realise just how immature college guys are.
You wonder if the pursuit of cock is worthwhile — without some brains attached and emotional commitment.
When you overhear the guy you are interested in, Ben, only commenting on how great your legs looked, spearing up out of the water.
And eavesdrop on his mate, Damien, saying back to him, "Awesome splits…I mean the leg stretch on those chicks. They must be sleekly shaved for sure…and the great attraction of watching, mate… is it's called sport. You can view the eye candy without being caught out. The girl's faces are under the water."
You like Ben. He's cute but shy and easily led.
The prick doesn't defend your rep, as Damien continues, "But… who is looking at their faces…eh."
Male back-slapping follows.
Yeah, guys, and only being interested in girls from the waist down.
As Amanda and you get out of the water, you think- Why don't Damien and the others maybe take a closer look at our nose plugs — a really sexy look — D'oh!
Though with their eyes never above our camel toes—not likely.
Still, you do hope Ben will eventually ask you to the leavers dinner formally and take your college virginity?
He is the leading candidate. Well, your only current prospect. God eighteen and still not laid!
Though your mind is strangely straying from Ben.
You picture your synchro partner undressing for her shower yesterday after a long training session.
You hadn't ever really thought of Amanda's body in more than a cursory, curious, glancing way.
That type of look you give to a naked same-sex body. Nothing but a body — yes — her breasts are shapelier and more considerable than yours.
She has inverted nipples. An advantage in a swimsuit?
Yes, she shaves around her lips like you, with a peachy fuzz over her mound.
We wear high-cut designer swimwear.
No choice in the regular trimmed waxed look.
But yesterday afternoon, you were sneak-peeking and knew if she looked at you — as you got ready for a shower too — you would blush —caught out.
Yes, admiring her body.
There were other total and partially naked swimmers in the changing rooms. Still, their bodies were a blur of general femininity.
Only one body you kept glancing at —your partner — who was suddenly more than your partner.
Abruptly more than your friend because you liked her body. Wanted to touch her skin. There was excitement in the presence of her flesh.
Secretly, you craved her to see you looking—so she would know, so you could gauge her reaction.
Sheez! She sees you looking — her unconcerned smile suggests she thinks it's only — boob jealousy.
Amanda knows you like boys —like her — but you both don't really know cock.
Not with your training regimes. Our excuse for not having boyfriends.
Yes, we were both senior college virgins, but not for much longer —prom was coming.
Her comment, though, was just to make sure — your boy focused — yet it made your stomach flutter.
"Sweetie…You know Sondra," and she carefully gestured over her shoulder, "the rumour is she had it off with Lacey. Well, you never know. Licking out your training partner — that's over-paired."
Amanda sauntered to the shower bay, missing your cheeks shade scarlet.
You watched her shapely arse and pictured her soft breasts. Followed by a soft sigh as she turned and looked at you — right in your eyes —then your body —all of you — as you walked to the showers, too. Only covered by your wrapped towel.
You entered the shower cubicle next to her.
Soaping your body — excited— you tried to picture Ben's cock in your mouth, but your pleasure rose quicker, wishing you were lathering Amanda's soft breasts.
You begin to touch yourself between your legs — under the water stream, imagining Amanda dressing in a few minutes. Yes, it will be slow — for you.
You deliberately stall your pleasure and rush your shower so you won't miss her.
Tingly with the thrill of her pulling up her panties and watching them snuggle ideally below her hips, defining her hidden, fetching delights you have just peeked at.
You long to see her packing her titties into her bra. To linger over her feminine shape held and enhanced in lace.
Oh, the disappointment of youth.
She was gone already.
Why so quickly?
You were shattered and towelled off mechanically. Your hair was left dripping.
At home, you mope and skulk and brood.
Passing on your young aunt's offer to go to a Friday night chick flick.
You only sleep soundly that night after much tossing and turning by frigging yourself with a bed-moistening frenzy.
Again you try thinking of surrendering your pussy to Ben. Still, it's your finger slipping into Amanda's tight slit that brings on a very intense orgasm.
You are training alone at home on Saturday morning.
Your parents are out together looking at automated pool cleaners.
You are still mentally apathetic and aren't concentrating on your warm-ups before training in the family pool.
Your heart yearns for your partner — not to practice —you want to touch Amanda.
Kiss her first —you say that to yourself —but you're shocked actually —you aren't coy about it in your mind —you want your fingers in her pussy.
It gets worse, you want to taste her cum.
Geez, desire is strange. You have never ever thought of tasting your own moisture.
You need motivation.
You complete your warm up with a skipping rope beside the pool.
Yet you require something to spice up your repeated disciplined regime of laps and standard synchronised swimming moves.
Back layouts, front layouts, sailboats, flamingos and the one the boys love —the splits.
You finally zone in and complete your warm-down routine correctly with purpose and commitment because you are going to reward yourself in the pool: you finish your prep with some high-intensity skipping, knee jumps, and butt kicks.
You're alone; you slip out of your one-piece and do your laps naked, enjoying the water on your skin and the early summer sun on your body.
You stroke into your new practice position schedule automatically.
Your head is under the water, your nose is clipped in place and above the water, your toes are perfectly arched, and your legs are speared straight. You're aware your pussy is enjoying a glimpse of the world above — without you.
You practice a couple of splits, aware that your femininity is free up there. You catch your breath and finish with a side fishtail, part of our new routine.
One leg is vertical, the other parallel to the water —a side Y — to your imaginary audience.
After holding your breath and the position, you surface, proud of having nailed it.
You feel great.
You feel naturally relaxed.
It's a pity you can't be sure when both parents will be out again together. The bodily freedom was fun. You breaststroked leisurely to the pool steps.
You are aware of the shadow over you, and then a pair of hands hold your bathers in one hand and your towel in the other.
Blushing redder than sunburn, you see Amanda.
How long had she been watching you?
"Well, Phoebe, I have to say that was an impressive display, sweetie. My, your pink bits look cute high out of the water and even prettier floating along the surface," as she steps back.
You're struck by the sunlight glinting through her auburn hair.
Her legs look great in a short floral dress. It crosses your mind that her breasts look deliciously bra-free.
"Mmm," you say, "The things we do alone. Are you giving me the towel or my bathers?"
There was a look in her eye.
You wonder if it was the look you had when looking at her body yesterday.
Amanda throws your towel in the water, "Whoops, you can't cover up with that."
"You bitch," you say to her, attempting to splash her with water.
"You frickin tease! Give me my bathers. And," you finally add, "Why are you here?"
"Ah …I saw how you looked at me in the changing rooms. We need to talk."
She crunches my bathers up into a tight ball, and you watch them fly over your head to the middle of the pool.
You turn to retrieve them leisurely, adding, "Just wait! You tart!"
As you reach for your bathers, a hand surrounds you, and your suit is thrown out of the pool.
You turn —you are stunned —Amanda is treading water — naked. Water laps around her boobs.
She looks hot, but you feel your face flushing hotter.
You want to touch her, but you dare not — you remember her comment about Sondra yesterday.
Amanda touches your titties, and your whole body escalates into a pleasure sweep.
Her tongue darts into your mouth and eases out your nose clip.
You greedily roll your tongue around hers. Hands cradle faces for a moment. Eyes lock in lust. She nibbled your ear. You peck her neck. Your top lip, her lower lip greet. Tongues twine and circle in a passionate dance.
Tongue embrace in steamy unison. She sucked your bottom lip, then nibbled it. You kissed her forehead, nose and cheeks.
Amanda pecks your lips. Pecks your lips. Caresses emanating tenderness.
You realise she wants you as much as you want her.
Your hands are on her arse under the water.
"Ooh, that is frickin' nice. So frickin' nice!"
You grip her butt cheeks tight. Not easy when they are youthfully firm.
Her hands find your peachy hemispheres and rub and massage your butt.
She assists you to the edge of the pool.
You sit there —legs spread wide.
Her brown eyes look up at you from the water, radiating desire.
Amanda opens up entirely.
"I was only probing to see if you liked me. I wasn't going to be the first to say it, yet I wanted to. I knew as you looked at me, but then I panicked and rushed away—but not today. You looked like a lush mermaid posing in your pool."
"More an open oyster," you reply.
You share a girly giggle as she playfully slaps your inner thighs.
Amanda from the pool gets her head at the level of your impatient pussy.
Her tongue can't wait any longer. Neither can your body.
Her face dives between your legs.
Your pussy pushes towards her tongue and mouth —synchronised mutual delight — tongue flicking and sucking by Amanda and moaning and head jamming between your thighs by yourself.
"Aah! Aah! Aah! Wow, that is good! So frickin' good! Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah!"
You throw your head back as Amanda, your friend Amanda —munches on your pussy.
So intense —so heated —so beautifully heartfelt.
You want to squirm away because the delight is nearly overpowering, but she holds your hips in place.
Sucking harder as you writhe and flounder in a delicious delirium —drowning in selfish spiky swooning.
Amanda is out of the pool.,rolling you over onto the pool mats and positioning her body over yours.
She begins fingering your pussy and pulling out your folded lips.
You, too, spread her pleated flapettes exposed purposefully for you between her wide-set arse cheeks and then bury your tongue in her alluring petite opening.
You close your eyes, and your tongue tip arches and hits Amanda's clit repeatedly.
Between pussy plunging, she moans, "Ugh, my! Oh yes. Lick me out! Uhg! Ugh! Ugh!"
Your swim partner finds your sensitive pearl.
Slivers of sensual sexual happiness ebb through your body, creating an aphrodisiac of saturating arousal.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," you manage between burying your face in your bestie's pussy.
Amanda rims your arse - its tingles and makes your thighs quiver.
You return the favour, and your partner trembles as you mush your tongue tip in circles around her cute fanning rills.
Amanada gently inserts a finger in your crack.
"Orgh! Geez, that is frickin good! Orrgh, yeah! More please! Orrgh!"
Reciprocate.
Your middle finger teased her balloon knot. The internal vestibule of her backdoor.
So gentle. A skimming, nuzzling, petting. A fondling pawing.
Frisky finger fiddling at the fringe of her expanding, pandered, puckered patootie.
"God, that is good! So good! Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moans.
Then you hit her clit harder with your tongue tip, and you sweep over it repeatedly, firm and fast, until she moans in absolute orgasmic pleasure.
"Ah Uh! Ah Uh! Ah Uh!"
Then you, too, are under the sway of your clits incredible energy again.
Amanda's amorous, attentive tongue cranks the intensity of pleasure to the tipping point of no return.
You are reignited within yourself, flooded with absolute bodily delight.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh," you groan under her tongue.
It can't get better than this —
Amanda, you realise, has other ideas.
Who knows what directs and unleashes inexperienced carnal appetite?
"Oh God…you bitch…you bitch," was all you managed as you descended into pleasures unknown.
A new, amazingly gratifying zone.
Your partner drizzled spit over your arsehole and poked two fingers in your starfish, stretching your unfamiliar sensitive pucker skin.
Next, the bitch, yes, the bitch, is the only appropriate word inserts the skipping rope handle into your butt hole.
Oh, ooh, where has such dirty pleasure come from?
She eased the black ribbed handle in and out of your arse.
You don't want her to stop…and thank god…she kept prodding and probing with the handle.
Yet to make sure, you said," Yes, please more. Please don't stop! Ugh! Hngh! Ugh! Hngh!"
You double-dig her arsehole too.
You have to return and match the pleasure stimulation; your other hand was stretching around craving action; it found the other skipping rope handle.
The black ribbed grip was immediately in Amanda's tight back crack; you watched it sink in and pull her tight pink starfish lining out — absa-frickin'- beautiful.
You hold the handle straight and grip it tight.
Her yelps join you.
"Orrgh! You slitch! You dirty copying slitch! Orrh! Uhngg!"
You kept working her butt hole with the handle until you decided to lick and kiss her gawped cupid's tunnel.
Ppt, ppt, as you spit and lap her crack faster than the proverbial cat with its tongue in the cream.
Mwah, Mwah!
Right into her rills. Mouth to arse invigoration. Anal adoration.
Amanda couldn't control her skipping handle arse work on your butthole any longer; she was lost in the pleasure of your feral rimming, your tongue tip in her crack passage — swishing, swirling, corkscrewing— repeatedly.
You feel great.
You know Amanda is feeling sensational.
"Fugh! Fugh! Fugh!" she screeches.
She collapsed on top of you in total self-rapture.
Wow, what layers of delight have you induced in another human being.
The volatility and flux of your previous desires between males and females; maybe you wanted both.
Now, though, only complete synchronisation with Amanda is in your immediate sexual vista.