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.
