"Muscle training in 10."
Bella looked at her suddenly buzzing phone, and was puzzled at the new text. She had just finished swimming practice, and she wasn't cleaned up yet. She knew what the words meant. But the fact that it was so soon, and it came from an unknown number, puzzled her. Still, she didn't mind the request.
"On it"
Knowing it would take too long to shower, she quickly put on some shorts and a t-shirt, and left, heading for an abandoned bathroom not too far from the swimming pool. Passing by some of the other girls on her team, she noticed them being less chatty than usual. But she paid no mind.
A few months ago, Bella had taken up the act of sneaking into the swimming pool in after hours and practicing with only a swimming cap. She thought that practicing naked would strengthen her relationship with the water, making her a better swimmer. Plus, she always felt this innate desire to be one with the water. For the most part, nobody bothered her. But then one session was interrupted by a member of the men's team, but not before he took a few minutes of video footage of her act. Despite being subsequently caught in a blackmail, she was only slightly miffed. She drove a hard bargain: She'd "service" the men's team, but only if along with not releasing the video, nobody was allowed to further interrupt her sessions. Also, no phones. Didn't that help the member who caught her had a bit of powder on his nose.
Turns out she didn't really mind the arrangement at all. It happened once or twice a week, depending on circumstances. Always the same place: The abandoned men's bathroom, on an overgrown part of campus. On a rare week, it was three times. The men came up with the code phrase, delivered via text. There was never less than three, never more than 6 men. There was always variety in what they did -- Bella made sure of that. Sometimes she brought toys in her purse for use in case they came calling. She quickly got into it, no matter how they approached her: Gentle, rough, a quick series of blowjobs, a gangbang. The guys had good stamina, but she always outlasted them all.
She never admitted it directly, but she enjoyed the sessions. Being a swimmer, she was single, rarely having time for a social life, to say nothing of a boyfriend. The sex was welcome. At one point, the swimmer who caught her let slip he accidentally deleted the video. "Shame," she said wistfully, "I was half-expecting you to upload it on a tube site." She kept the arrangement going, but now had the chance to say no, from which the boys couldn't object. Still, she only wielded that power a couple times.
Bella got there with some time to spare, and she used it to prep properly, cleaning herself up as necessary in a stall. She got out and texted her friend to let her know of a change of plans. The friends she had outside the swim team didn't know this. She wasn't prepared to relay that detail...yet.
Eventually, the door unlocked. She looked up in complete boredom at who was to come in. Her disposition went to shock and cold fear in seconds flat. Instead of the members of the men's swim team, in came four women, all still in their standard issue one-pieces. They had some clothes on as well, but it was clear that they also had just finished up practice.
First, Charlotte, master of backstroke. Her raven pixie cut and angular face with azure eyes made her fit to be a model, though her height and abs probably denied her that chance. Then Izzy, a freestyle expert whose perfect rack and toned body matched well with her blonde wavy locks and girly looks. Next came Emme, a breaststroke fiend that nevertheless managed to have decent curves to her thin frame. Finally, Naomi, captain, her brown skin and afro lending a surprising elegance to her fit body.
They were the lead members of the women's team. And their presence meant they knew of Bella's secret escapades. She was busted.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't the Butterfly of Piedmont," Naomi, the captain, said. "Looks like you got caught in a net, didn't you?" She smiled with a bit of a leer.
Bella took a defensive stance and glared. "If it's a fight you want," she said, "Then you'll get one."
Izzy laughed, but was motioned to quiet by the captain. "If we wanted one, it would've happened in your dorm," the captain replied.
"Then why are you here?"
They all smiled. "Why else?" Naomi approached seductively. "You got the message, right?"
Bella immediately understood, but remained tense. Maybe it was a slip by one of the men, which she wouldn't forgive. But regardless, this was...strange. There were lesbians on the team, but these four weren't, and they weren't known for doing the medley. Naomi even had a long-time boyfriend, that much everyone knew. That said, the last few weeks, they had been acting a little funny...
"I never took you for a muff diver," Bella said, cocking her head. "Seems awfully out of place for Mrs. Committed."
"Are you going to service us," the captain said, "Or are you just afraid of taking us on?"
Bella pouted. She didn't like being called out like this. And it wasn't like she objected to the idea: She's fucked a few women before. "Fine!" she said. She approached the captain and defiantly kissed her. Naomi accepted Bella's lips, gently pressing her hands against the other's head. Eventually, the tension dissolved within Bella, giving way to more simplistic desire. Her body warmed to this, and was turned on by the spectacle, but it wasn't quite hot yet. This would be a slow burn, she thought.
She felt the captain's hands move downward, deciding to take a little exploration over her body. Her own hands responded in kind. After some time fiddling around, Naomi's hands took the lapels of Bella's hoodie and slid it off, the latter guiding its removal willingly. Then she broke off the kiss. Bella was a tad dismayed, until Naomi motioned her head toward Izzy, the statuesque backstroke champion. The captain's second approached Bella with a slight smile, then lunged in for a ravishing kiss and tight embrace. Bella answered with her tongue, enjoying making out with such a beautiful creature. Naomi, meanwhile, turned to Charlotte and locked lips, while Emme watched the scene unfold, panting.
Bella felt all bothered now, Frenching Izzy with declining restraint. She barely even noticed the moment her temporary partner broke the kiss so she could free her of her t-shirt. As she felt Izzy's hands all over her, the fabric of her swimsuit felt ever tighter, straining her and creating that typical discomfort.
