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2:05 PM - COACH'S OFFICE, BY THE LOCKERS
"Here you go, Mr. Masterson."
Kayla Martin handed Coach Masterson a clipboard with the class' fifty-yard swim times. Most of them were pretty lousy, which is why the tests had to go on after 6th period ended.
"Thank you, Kayla. Now get showered already. I feel bad for keeping you behind."
"Oh, it's no problem, Coach. I have 7th period off, anyways."
Masterson gave a nod farewell before turning his head back to the little TV he had in his office. He was reclining like a Roman aristocrat in his bean bag chair, the only comfortable throne for his bad back.
Kayla turned the corner and sighed in relief. Her swimsuit was completely torn at the bottom, front and back ends completely separated at the seam. She had to wedge and pinch the loose ends between her thighs to cover her privates. Luckily she kept a spare suit in her locker.
She plodded her damp feet quickly down the concrete hallway, careful not to slip.
"Hold on, Kayla! Can you come in my office for a minute?"
She skidded before catching herself. The sudden barking of his voice shot a wave of tension down her back.
Kayla's shoulders tightened and she let out a silent shudder.
"Yes, sir?"
Her head and upper body peered out from behind the doorway as she leaned in, not wanting to go step into the office.
"I just took a glance at the clipboard and it says here that Chester finished his lap in 21 seconds? That's a good enough time to land him on the team, and more than twice as fast for his previous two attempts. You think he's been doping?"
Kayla's flinched.
Chet again!
The way she was leaning into Masterson's office to conceal her front made her butt arch up, so only the loose flap of her swimsuit's rear half rested over her ripe pie.
She could have held the two ends together with her hands somehow, but that would only direct more attention to her wardrobe malfunction, not less.
Her cold labia curled up tightly against the draft.
"Oh, he just had really bad form the first two times. He said he had a heavy lunch. It must have cleared up by the end of his tests."
Kayla felt bad for lying, even though she wasn't trying to cover for him or help him cheat. He really did clear the test in 21 seconds on his third try after bombing the first two. It was a goddamn miracle, and if her swimsuit hadn't torn apart in the pool room, she would have grilled him for holding out on her.
Damn it, Chet! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?
"Oh, wait, I see it. I must have read your handwriting wrong. Twenty-SEVEN seconds, that's a lot more reasonable. Sorry to bother you. Be on your merry little way." Coach Masterson waved his hand nonchalantly as he placed the clipboard back on his desk and turned his back to the doorway.
"I hope she didn't see my boner. God! That would have been awful."
Kayla sprinted down the hallway this time.
I've hung around long enough. Time to shower and change.
...
Kayla relished having seventh period off. A long shower would simply melt away the day's stress.
She grabbed her T-shirt and panties from her locker, and a clean towel from the closet. She hooked them all on the wall just outside the shower stall and undressed.
"Finally, some privacy," she muttered aloud. She listened for a bit, heard that no one else was in the locker room, and sighed as she squirted some body soap into her hand.
Naturally she brought it from home.
The school stuff was a cheap, pink formula that probably cost a dollar per barrel. It barely spread on your skin, and would wash away instantly with the weakest jet of water, so you'd have to constantly pump more from the dispenser.
She looked down at her pancake flat torso and did what all attractive people did when they were naked. She admired her body for a moment before starting to clean herself. She could see what all the hype was about. The female form had a natural sensuality to it.
Her tan from vacation was gradually wearing off, but it was still strong under the fluorescent lighting. Her bikini zone, rarely exposed to the sun, almost glowed white in contrast.
Kayla soaped up her arms and legs first, before moving onto her torso. When she ran her hands over her breasts, she found her nipples were stiff like gumdrops. She remembered how terrifying it was to walk around with the bottom of her swimsuit open.
That brought a flashback to Chet. She cringed internally, slapping her hands on the tiled wall.
I can't believe he saw it!
Her long-lashed eyelids squeezed shut in agony. She lowered her head into the stream of water above her and let it cascade down her dirty blonde locks. The smell of chlorine was finally starting to fade away, and the warm water massaged her neck and shoulders. Her hair felt lighter and cleaner.
Even Josh hasn't seen it yet, and it's not like I was preparing to show him anytime soon.
Josh was sort of good with not pushing her into sex. Sure, sometimes when they made out, he'd turn into Mr. Grabby-hands, but he'd stop when she asked him enough times. And with enough sternness.
"Only because you're so damn hot, you know that right?" She remembered him say when he relented. He'd sulk for a few days afterwards, but she knew he wouldn't leave her because of it.
Damn right, Josh.
Kayla wasn't blind. All girls had a roughly accurate sense of how attractive they were to guys, unless they grew up in a closed religious community.
The first half of her life was almost like that, until her father decided being Christian on the inside was good enough for his daughters. Mostly after Charlotte ran off to join a modeling agency and Sophie turned into a college radical.
Her father learned to take it easier after the first two, and to his credit, Kayla seemed to be turning out fine. For whatever reason, she was the least rebellious of his daughters, and had made no attempt to take advantage of the long leash he had given her.
There is still a home video of the three of them as girls singing "Jesus is a Friend of Mine" that Kayla prayed Josh would never find. She was the youngest of the three in that clip, with a degree of innocent, child-like enthusiasm that had since faded away like her once platinum blonde hair.
Of course, Kayla was still the youngest daughter now. As the last girl to have reached adulthood, and the only one to do it without her sisters around, she felt the pressure not to disappoint her father the most. She was still a "Daddy's girl," but strangely, she didn't mind it all too much.
Jennifer's enough of a troublemaker for the two of us,
she chuckled.
Then she sighed.
All the guys her age wanted one thing, and once they got it, they'd brag to the whole school about it. Josh was just as horny, but having him around kept the others away. No one else even had the balls to come and talk to her.
Mental images of Chet's surprisingly large penis flopping out right in front of her face or throbbing stiff and proud inside his tight shorts suddenly showed up amidst the steam and running water.
For someone who wasn't even in the running just a week ago, he managed to imprint his manhood into her brain as the first one she'd ever seen.
She had never even watched porn before. Well, one time Charlie and Soph tricked her into it and made her cry. They paid dearly for it with a long and uncomfortable talk with Dad.
To be honest, this wasn't the first time she thought about Chet's oversized... penis
what a dirty word
. To have such an interesting secret revealed to her made her think about Josh's... penis, too.
Was it as big as Chet's? Josh was a bigger person, so...
But Jennifer told her that body size wasn't enough to guess. In fact, nothing about a guy would let you know how big it was. Except how expensive his car was, and that only worked in the inverse.
What if Josh wasn't as big? Would she feel any differently if she knew?
Of course not,
Sydney reassured herself. What a stupid question.
We've been together so long.
She had met him at a Christian event, and while he was just as much a Christmas-and-Easter Christian as she was, he had the same expectations of waiting until marriage laid upon him that she did.
His family and part of his social circle overlapped with hers in that regard. It didn't bother her much since getting rid of her virginity wasn't much of a priority. Swimming and hanging out with her girlfriends was fun enough for her.
It seems to bother Josh, though.
