CHAPTER 5
ꟷ AT THE SWIMMING POOL ꟷ
Chris was early for the training. He wanted to complete twenty laps before everyone arrived. He wasn't on his best game in the last two matches. He wasn't able to score a single goal and made stupid mistakes one after another. Luckily their opponents have been from the bottom of the table, and they won both matches, but still. He didn't want to be teased in the locker room by his teammates anymore.
He wasn't sure what the real problem was. He didn't want to admit that it was Megan's breakup three weeks ago. What else had changed? He couldn't concentrate in the class. He had trouble sleeping. Surely his self-confidence suffered from the breakup. But those were the consequences, not the reasons.
The pool was empty. He adjusted his goggles and his swim cap, got on the pedestal, and dived in. The refreshing cool water felt good on his skin. Swimming had always been the best medicine for his problems. He waved his body under the water to get as far as possible. When he reached the quarter of the pool length he dove up and began swimming over-arm.
It didn't take long for him to reach the calming meditative state that he found so pleasing. His mind going almost blank he enjoyed the monotony of rhythmic repetition.
During his sixth lap, he noticed a second shadow next to his on the bottom of the pool. Someone must have come early too, he thought. He didn't like it. He wanted to swim alone for a while. Wanted to enjoy the serenity of being lonely. His concentration was gone. Damn it, he thought. Who is this? The shadow moved slightly ahead of him. Was the joker racing? He increased his pace and took the lead. The shadow made a counter-attack. Now he really was pissed off. He wanted to put an end to this nonsense and collected his power for a serious effort, and darted on. He felt good as the shadow gradually fell behind. Hah hah, he thought, you don't know who you're dealing with mate. But to his utter surprise, his opponent jetted past him with almost double speed. Who the fuck was this guy?
When he reached the end of the lap he stopped. Holy fucking shit, it was a woman. Her black tight swimsuit adhered to her firm fit body like a second skin. He couldn't help but notice her amazing rack that went in and out of the water like two buoys. Two hard were protruding right in the middle of the perfectly smooth orbs. A small pool of water was caught inside the atoll of her cleavage that was held by a plastic zipper. She had long brunette hair tightly woven into a braid. Although she was wearing the most unusual swimming goggles he'd ever seen (they were covering her cheek and the bridge of her nose like some Eyes Wide Shut orgy mask) it was clear from her delicate features that she was a very beautiful woman. Water drops were running down her swan-like neck when she gave him a warm smile.
"Not bad at all," she said with a cheerful voice.
"I wasn't racing" he snapped back trying to hide his self-consciousness.
"Oh, you think you can do better?"
"Better than you? Anytime." he tried to sound confident.
Lara found it deliciously cute when boys were trying to cultivate their insecure chauvinistic egos on her. They were no different than 5-year-olds contesting with each other about who could piss the furthest. How much she loved toying with them.
"You sound quite confident. How about a wager then?"
"Sounds good to me. 20 quid says I reach the other side faster than you," said Chris. His eyes wandered again down to her bosom. Those melons surely caused enough resistance to slow her down. The perfectly smooth skin of her chest was inviting to the secret canyon below. For a second he imagined how it would feel to have his cock slowly pushed inside that soft warm cleft of female cushions. He realized he was getting an erection when he shook his head. Erections were bad for fast swimming.
Lara always knew when her well-endowed breasts were admired by her company. She even could guess the individual fantasies from their far-gazing empty eyes. This one was dreaming of a tit-job. A smile went over her lips.
"20 quid? That's not interesting," she said.
"I don't have more with me..." he wanted to protest when she cut him.
"How about something more attractive than money?"
"...?" he looked questioningly.
"Swimsuits! If I win I get your swimsuit. If you win you get mine." she charmingly added. "The winner gets the other one to walk away naked in shame."
Chris certainly wasn't expecting this. He gulped down a large knot as he tried to imagine this voluptuous beauty in all her naked glory.
"I'll even let you touch my boobs" she whispered playfully, tugging on her zipper.
The erection was waking up again. "Deal!" he half-shouted with a breaking voice.
"You see the wall clock over there. When the second-hand hits 12 we start."
"Alright, honey. You asked for it," he said in a serious voice. Oh, I will bury my fingers in your flesh globes, he said in his head. No, no, no... He thought. Not now. Not during the race. After I win, I will enjoy my erection.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1... and the race began.
***
He couldn't believe his eyes. He just had given his everything and had swum perhaps his record time. However, when he touched the tile on the other side of the pool and turned to look where the woman who had greeted him from the jumping pedestal out of the water. He was still breathing quite heavily from the extraordinary effort he had wasted. The woman on the other hand took steady breaths as if she was barely swimming at all.
"How the bloody hell...?" she coughed.
"Hi, there fish boy. I'm afraid you were not as fast as you think."
Having clearly mistaken this mysterious stranger for an ordinary woman Chris couldn't find a clever reply to that. Had he known that he was beaten by the infamous Lara Croft the Tomb Raider who usually competed with sharks and crocodiles in the water, he probably wouldn't have been very hard on himself.
"Go on now sweetheart. Give us our prize." she laughed.
Chris wanted to protest but cut in.
"Op op op! A deal is a deal."
