"I saw you at the swim meet. You were very good," the young woman said.
She was behind me as I waited in line at the mall food court. "Your dives were perfect. I'm glad I ran into you. Can we sit together while we eat? My name is Barbara. Are you going to college in the fall?"
"Yes, Stanford."
"Great school. I went to UC, Berkeley and also used to swim and dive. I'm currently the assistant coach of the girls' team there. My name is Barbara."
"Hi, I'm John. I saw you with talking with several girls from my school."
"I try to get to as many swim meets as possible to scope out talented girls for our team. I was at your last three meets. You are very talented. I liked watching you. I guess you live around here?"
"Over in Palo Alto. I still live with my parents.
"You seem like a nice guy. Girlfriend?"
"I'm between right now."
"After you caught my eye I asked around. Straight A student, active in school organizations, and apparently very popular with the girls. I'm not surprised since you are also really good looking. One of the girls I'm hoping to recruit says she dated you some. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you have a very good body and fill out your suit very nicely."
I gulped and didn't know how to respond to such direct comments from someone I just met.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure plenty of girls have also noticed. Swim-team type suits do emphasize a guy's attributes. I sit off to the side at the meets so I can watch the girls I might want to recruit. To a one they all watch you, especially when you are getting out of the pool.
"Are you eighteen?"
"Yeah."
"That's a great age. Lots of fun with sexy girls?"
"That's kind of personal, don't you think?" I responded with a laugh. If she only knew how little. "I've had some experience."
"I'll bet! Well, I got to go do some shopping. Nice meeting you," she said as she stood up. "I'll be here after Friday's meet. So see you then."
I nodded and watched her walk away. A very sexy woman, what a conversation.
****
I saw her sitting at the same table.
"Have a seat. I thought maybe you changed your mind and left right after the meet ended," she said with a smile.
"Some of my teammates went someplace but I decided not to go with them. Last time you blew my mind. I figured one of my asshole friends somehow put you up to this. But I was also curious, so here I am. I have to ask, how old are you?"
"Not a good question to ask most women, John. But I don't mind. I'm twenty-five. Been married for three years."
"Married? This is all a put-on, isn't it? A joke. Who put you up to this?"
"No joke, John." She reached under the table and felt my crotch. "Will it get hard if I keep doing this?"
I stared at her as my rapidly hardening cock responded.
"Feels nice. Pretty big. How big?"
I stuttered and responded "eight inches."
"That's big. You measured?"
"Yeah." I looked around, afraid someone would see what she was doing.
"I'll bet girls love your cock. You said you're eighteen, didn't you?"
"Yeah, last February."
"How many girls have you fucked?"
"Ah, two. The first one was a friend of my brother and he set it up. Just one time. The other is a classmate."
"Tell me about her."
"She's really nice, also a senior like me. We like doing it and try different things."
"Was she also a virgin?" She continued to rub my now hard cock.
"No, when she was a junior some senior guy talked her into it. They were hot and heavy until summer. We hooked up shortly after school started in the fall. She's really pretty and has a great body. She said my cock was much bigger than the other guy's. That made me feel good."
"Well, let me tell you, very few guys have an eight-inch cock. Lots of bragging but no goods. Of course, having a big cock is not everything. Knowing how to satisfy a woman goes a very long way. How do you do with that girl? Does she cum when you fuck?"
"Yeah, most of the time. I've learned to slow down and I'm getting better at pacing myself to her excitement."
"Good. That means you have the makings of a decent lover. You'll have lots of pussy. Which brings me around to why I'm here. My husband and I like to play around. We bring others into our bed and have lots of fun. I like young athletic guys with lots of energy and stamina."
She continued to rub my cock.
"You mean I could fuck you and your husband wouldn't mind? Lady, you're bull-shitting me!"
"No, I'm not. And yes, you might get to fuck me. And no, he won't mind. First, just you and me. Then later he would be there to fuck me after you finish. It's all very erotic. I think you would love it."
"I must be dreaming. Here you are, a sexy woman I just met. Now you are telling me we could go to bed together, with your husband's approval. This is ridiculous."
She just looked at me and smiled.
"You are kidding, aren't you?"
"Absolutely not. If you get to know us, you will realize that we have an exceptional marriage. One that include others, like maybe you. Tell you what, you think about this. Meet me here next Saturday, same time. Then tell me if you want to experience the most exciting time of your life."
I left in a daze. This doesn't happen to me. Even my fantasies are not this erotic. Got to be a put-on, I just haven't figured it out. Well, I'll do some of my own checking.
Barbara
is
the assistant coach of UC, Berkeley's girl team. And it's her picture on the website. Maybe she's for real? I suppose I would be a fool to not be there on Saturday. Maybe she won't show and I'll be the fool.
"Glad you decided to meet me," Barbara said as she sat down at my table. "I was afraid I scared you off with my direct approach. So, you want some lessons?"
"Ah, I guess. Yeah. You mean sex lessons? You're kidding, right? I still find this impossible to believe."
"I'm totally serious. Let me explain. I discovered sex at a young age, middle school and fortunately mom set me up with birth control. By the start of high school, I was actively fucking and discovered that I liked girls as well as boys. Once I got to college I was regularly bedding down with a few girls and a number of guys. I liked it all. I suppose you would call me a slut.
"One guy caught my attention. Smart, handsome, big cock. And money. I put the moves on him and we were married between my junior and senior college years. He was part of my crowd and knew I liked pussy and cocks.