Tony looked at the scene before him and swallowed hard. She was there, Fantasy Girl, the one he'd watched and jerked off to constantly over the last year. He could remember the way she stood at the side of the pool, ready to dive, her hands stretched above her head, the way the fabric pulled against the lines of her cunt, her damp breasts pushing against the fabric...he would go home rock hard and cum in an explosive release every night. When his friend Rob pointed her out to him one day and told him that they were going to have sex, Tony shrugged and laughed it off. He knew she had blown Rob off.
Now she was huddled before him in the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, wet hair dripping over her face. She was naked and wet and defenseless, having just been fucked by his best friend. She could be his, if he wanted her.
Damn, he couldn't do it.
"C'mon, come over here honey." He said it gently, reaching over her to turn off the shower and then down to pull her to her feet. She obeyed mechanically, wrapping the towel he handed her around her body and stepping out of the shower. He led her towards the lockers, hoping somehow to snap her out of the haze she seemed to have pulled herself into. He sat her down on a bench and took both of her hands, trying to get her to meet his eyes.
"What's your name?" He said it casually. It seemed an inane question to ask, but what else was he supposed to say?
There was a long pause. "Amy." She whispered it.
"I've seen you around the gym quite a bit. I'm Tony. The lifeguard?" He had hoped for a spark of recognition. Instead she raised her head, locked eyes with him and seemed to return to herself a bit more. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. Her hands pulled away from his as her eyes went wide and frightened.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Rob's low voice came from behind him, slightly disgusted and full of derision. "I told you to fuck her, not make friends."
Amy started backwards on the bench as Rob took a step towards her. Tony stood up and turned to face him.
"I'm not going to fuck her like this, for God's sake. Get out of here and I'll deal with her." He glanced back at her. "I won't let him hurt you."
Rob sneered. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, honey." In a quick move, Rob shoved Tony aside and jerked Amy to her feet, grabbing her wrists with one hand and pulling her arms over her head. She whimpered and closed her eyes as her towel fell away and exposed her body. Rob turned her towards Tony, the sneer still in place. "Just take a look at her and tell me you don't want to fuck her."
Tony drank in the sight. Darkly tanned skin, arms lean and long from her nightly swims, chest rounded into her full breasts. Her trim waist flared smoothly at the hips as her curves melted down into strong, muscular thighs. Her dark hair, normally bound up when Tony saw her, now spilled down her back in a tangled mass of wet locks.
Rob used his free hand to grab her breast. He squeezed her nipple roughly as she moaned, his eyes locked on Tony's face, gauging the need he saw there. Tony watched as Rob's hand traveled down her flat belly and dipped into her cunt. "She shaves...everything. See?" Rob said it in a taunting voice. "Makes her swim faster, doesn't it, honey? Spread your legs so that he can see for himself." Amy arched against him as Rob's hand moved up and down against her, rubbing her clit, spreading her moisture along her thighs. The hot desire rose in her despite herself, and Amy groaned and ground herself back against him. Rob laughed harshly in her ear.
"Sorry, honey, I'm not ready to go again quite yet. I'm sure somebody here would be willing to help you out though." Rob released her arms and shoved her towards Tony so that she landed against him. Her arms grabbed his to save her from falling. Amy was panting now, wild and hot, and her body pulsed heat through his thin shirt and shorts. She raised her head and met Tony's eyes. There she saw the need flash into fire.
Tony took two fast steps forward, driving her backwards until the back of her knees hit the gym bench behind her and buckled. He pushed her back along the length of the bench.
"No. No!" Panicked now by the wild look in his eyes, Amy struggled as Tony lay down against her. She felt strong arms grab hers and hold them above her head again, forcing her back against the bench. She craned her head back to see Rob's derisive grin.
"Not going anywhere." Rob said to her. "Go, Tony."
Tony reared back to shed his shirt and shorts, then grabbed at her legs as she kicked at him. He pried her legs apart until her knees straddled either side of the bench and her feet were planted on the floor. Tony used his body weight to press her hips down, muting her struggles, and bit at her neck. He tasted chlorine and sweat and grinned. Just as he thought she would taste.
