Beneath the Surface

Author's Notes: Everyone in this story is 18 years or older. This is a longer format, slow-burn story. Read it however you see fit, but I'd encourage you to start from Chapter 1 and work your way through. My opinion is that bigger is better, I make no apologies for that, but I understand that's not everyone's cup of tea. I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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Monday

Returning to school on Monday Noah hoped for a more normal week. Unfortunately, his hopes were almost immediately torpedoed when he came across the various water polo girls. During the course of the day, he'd run into most of them, and they'd all acted strangely towards him.

Where they would normally be friendly and approachable, they were shy and whispered things to their friends as he walked past. Noah became increasingly stressed as the day wore on.

However, after a visit to the bathroom at the end of the day, cold water liberally applied to his face, Noah convinced himself it was all in his head and that he was projecting his own anxiety onto them. However, despite his thoughts being clear, there was still an uneasy feeling sitting in his gut as he drove home.

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Tuesday

Noah had spent the last 12 hours in a daze, recent events occupying the free space in his mind. Despite that, his thoughts kept circling back to Miss Reed.

Sitting in her class now, waiting for her arrival, Noah was on edge.

When she finally entered the classroom, Noah felt the familiar pull of her presence. She wore a navy wrap dress that hugged her curves in an undeniably alluring way. The fabric flowed gently around her hips as she moved, and the subtle bow detailing on her navy platforms added a playful, feminine touch. It was impossible not to notice how the dress accentuated her hourglass figure. Today her long jet-black hair was tied in a tight single braid that tumbled down her back. She wore the usual amount of minimal makeup, probably on account of her natural beauty. She'd chosen long silver thread earrings that looked like waterfalls.

She began the lesson with her usual poise, her voice steady and melodic as she outlined the day's work. Noah watched as she turned to write on the board, the braid swinging against her back. He could feel his heart race despite himself. She was perfect, balancing professionalism with a quiet sultriness that made it impossible for him to focus entirely on the lesson.

But what struck him the most was her composure. Not a single glance lingered his way, not a hint of recognition beyond the polite acknowledgment she gave to every student. It was a maddening way to endure the class. The stark contrast to the intimate moments they'd shared a few days past made him question if she felt even a fraction of what he did.

Practice arrived all too slowly, given how much he was looking forward to it. He made sure to arrive early partly to make sure his gear stayed put and partly because he wanted to have a moment alone with Miss Reed. Unfortunately, she wasn't there when he arrived, so he got changed in the quiet and waited on the side of the pool for everyone to arrive. Miss Reed turned up amongst the dribs and drabs of the rest of the team. She had the usual track pants on but traded the now-busted tracksuit jacket for a school-branded hoodie. Which like all her other clothes struggled with her unique shape. Given how hot and humid the pool complex was, Noah wondered how long she'd be able to bear the extra heat of the hoodie, but quickly set all other thoughts aside when the attractive coach immediately put the team through intense drills.

Brooke on the other hand was completely distracted. The normally unflappable beauty was barely focussed on the drills, missing passes and forgetting basic technique.

"Miss North, you're away with the faeries today, everything OK?" Miss Reed asked.

"Yes coach, sorry coach," Brooke replied, clearly struggling with some basic ball skills.

Andy swam up to her and whispered: "Yeah Brooke, you good?" his voice dripping in sarcasm.

With a strike so quick, that no one else noticed, Brooke lashed out with the heel of her foot, connecting with Andy's upper thigh, efficiently and effectively giving Andy a dead leg.

"UUUUGH, FUCK" Andy shouted doing a lame duck version of treading water as he made his way to the side of the pool.

"You OK Mr Nichols?" the coach enquired.

"Yup, cramp," Andy said through gritted teeth, exiting the water with difficulty.

The team were distracted by the commotion at this point as Miss Reed made her way towards Andy.

"Hey, keep focused, keep drilling!" Miss Reed declared in an authoritative voice.

The team snapped out of it and kept practising while Miss Reed attended to Andy.

While Andy wasn't what you'd consider traditionally handsome, he wasn't bad-looking. He was one of the stockier players and what he lacked in speed, he made up for in strength. He carried a bit of extra weight and had zero tact when it came to women, but he was ultimately a good guy and a good friend. He was, however, a borderline deviant.

"Where's the cramp, Mr Nichols?" Miss Reed asked.

Andy sat, both legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back on his hand wincing in pain as Miss Reed approached, kneeling down next to him.

"Left quadricep," Andy said, pointing in the general direction.

"May I?" Coach asked, fingers hovering above the offending muscle.

Andy nodded and Miss Reed proceeded to gently massage his thigh.

Andy made a big song and dance about the pain, drawing attention to himself, but Noah had a suspicion that there was no cramp at all and he was pulling a classic Andy prank. This was confirmed when while Miss Reed was focused on his leg, Andy shot Noah a shit-eating grin. Meanwhile, Brooke had swum up to Andy and declared: "It's not a cramp, I kicked him for being a smart ass."

"If anything, it looks like you did him a favour. Look at that smug bastard getting rubbed down by Miss Reed." Noah said, shaking his head.

"You jealous?" Brooke asked.

Choking on the water he'd swallowed out of shock, Noah said: "Of what?"

"Of Andy being massaged by Miss Reed. I see the way you look at her." Brooke said coldly.

"Ugh no, she's our coach, she's just doing her job. Hell, Franks used to massage our cramps." Noah said, shivering at the memory of coach Frank's ham hocks abusing his muscles.

"I guess, so you don't like her?" Brooke asked tentatively.

"Who, Coach Reed? Of course I do, she's awesome!" Noah replied.

"You know what I mean Noah," Brooke said, annoyed.

"She's our coach and teacher, that's all there is to it," Noah said, hoping that would be the end of it.

"I see, then what about me? Brooke enquired.

"What about you?" asked Noah.

"Do you like me?" Brooke asked sweetly.

"Of course, I like all the girls on the team," Noah replied, wishing this line of questioning would end.

"Stop playing dumb with me Noah!" Brooke said exasperated.

"I don't know what to say here Brooke, you've kinda put me on the spot," Noah said

"Too much chit-chat. LAPS. Five of each." Coach declared.

With a considerable amount of moaning from the team, everybody lined up and begrudgingly started doing laps, 5 of each style. Laps were, without question, the most boring, exhausting and painful part of practice, but they were necessary for general fitness and an essential part of training. Noah worked through his laps dutifully, without complaint.

About halfway through Andy returned to the pool and finished off the set of laps with the team, obviously having recovered from his 'cramp'. Training concluded following the laps and Coach Reed brought the team in for a team discussion about the upcoming game versus the Old Bailey Otters, a competitive, but mid-level team.

Following the team chat, the coach dismissed the players allowing them to shower and get changed before heading home. Noah followed the boys, but not 3 steps towards the changing room, Coach piped up: "Not you Mr. Bennet. We have further team development to discuss."

Stopping dead and dodging some sideways glances from the team, he waited until everyone was in their respective changing rooms before heading to sit on a bench next to Miss Reed.

True to her word, the coach talked about team development, focussing on who they thought should play and who should be reserved. The conversation went on for quite some time and as they talked, they packed up, said their goodbyes to the rest of the team and checked changing rooms for errant students/gear.

They returned to the bench confident they were alone in the stuffy complex. Not exactly knowing what to do next, Noah, just sat staring at the water.

"You must be tired from all that training." Miss Reed said, breaking the tension.

"Yeah, you sure know how to put us through our paces," Noah replied.

"Oh and you haven't even had a chance to shower, I kept you busy chatting and tidying up. I'm sorry, please go do what you need to." Miss Reed said apologetically.

"It's OK, I can shower at home," Noah said.

"No, I think you'd want to shower here." Miss Reed said quite definitively.

"Huh. Oh. Yeah, yeah I really should. Be right back." Noah said taking the hint and his leave by making his way to the boys changing rooms.

Once inside, Noab whipped his towel and speedos off in record time and flung them across the room. Noah figured if he got showered quickly there'd be more time with Miss Reed and less chance she'd get bored and leave while waiting for him.

With the luxury of choice, he entered the disabled shower. It had more space and a couple of different showerhead options. He wasn't entirely sure this shower was ever used by its intended audience, rather it seemed to be quickly snapped up by the first person in the changing rooms. The only downside was the busted door lock which Noah didn't even bother to try jerryrig given the lack of other teammates being around.

Noah turned the water on and set it to the ideal temperature before stepping under it and feeling the warmth wash over him. While he had intended on making the shower quick, he still took a moment to enjoy the heat washing over his sore muscles. His eyes closed and in a world of his own, Noah was blissfully unaware that someone had slipped into the shower cubicle with him.

Shock and surprise ran through Noah as his blood turned to ice when he felt hands slip their way around his waist. He was about to turn around and strike out when he heard a soft, familiar voice in his ear: "Don't turn around."

Noah opened his mouth to speak, but a slender finger on his lips silenced him. Accepting that he was not in control, Noah dropped his shoulders and let the tension melt away. The hands meanwhile were exploring his torso, clearly enjoying the curves and bulges of his muscles.

The body belonging to those hands moved closer eventually getting so close as to press against him. There, two large, soft breasts were the first thing to make contact with Noah's back, squashing up against him while the hands eagerly explored his chiselled form. It was not quite skin to skin as Noah felt fabric between them, but he was not complaining.

Noah enjoyed the alternating intimate caress of a soft hand across his pecks and well-manicured nails lightly dragging themselves across his abs. Blood flowed to where blood flows in these situations as Noah found himself massively aroused. The teasing was almost too much for him, causing his head to strain up and to the right, exposing his neck. The lips of the body took the opportunity to place gentle kisses along his corded neck, turning Noah on that much more.

He wanted nothing more than to turn around a ravage the person causing him all this pent-up sexual energy, but he dared not disobey the instructions.

One hand remained exploring the upper half of Noah's torso, while the other ever so slowly drew a fingertip trail lower down his abdomen. The finger skirted along the side of his hips and down his thigh stopping at the full extension possible without the body having to bend anymore. Painfully slowly an index finger traced its way back up Noah's thigh, inching closer to his crotch and the base of his tree trunk cock. Instead, the finger stopped at the base and the hand extended all fingers, curled slightly and formed a cup, which gently moved under Noah's swollen, goose egg-sized balls, taking his weight with a soft squeeze.

"Hmmm, they feel so big and full. You have something in there for me big boy?" the voice asked seductively.

"Uuuuuh huh," was all Noah could manage.

Miss Reed expertly massaged Noah's inflamed beanbag, all the while kissing, licking and sucking Noah's neck further driving Noah towards the edge.

"Unnnnnnn." Noah moaned.

Noah involuntarily tried to turn his head towards the lips, but the hand on his chest moved like lightning to his jaw, holding his head in place.

"Nu uh uh, not yet," the voice said commandingly.

Noah relented, giving into the whim of the presence behind him.

"Good boy, just let me take care of you." The voice said soothingly, the hand playing with his aching balls, dragging itself away, edging itself closer to his pulsing shaft.

Noah took in a sharp breath of air as the hand grabbed and wrapped itself most of the way around his girth and started slowly stroking him rhythmically up and down his extension.

The hand on his jaw loosened and Noah ventured a glance down. He witnessed the small, pretty hand slowly massage his rock-hard meat.

The body pressed closer to him in order for the hand to get better purchase and fully extend out to the tip of his cock. The mashing of skin against his back coupled with the methodical jerking of his manhood was a sensation Noah had not experienced before, but one he enjoyed thoroughly.

The mouth reengaged with Noah's neck, kissing and licking his wet, elongated neck all the way up to his ear. A small suck of his earlobe gave Noah an involuntary shiver down his spine.

Whispering in his ear, the voice said: "I want you to cum for me."

Mirroring the words intent, the hand expertly gripped his member, rubbing, squeezing and fondling with increased urgency. It was more than Noah could take.

"Uuuuuuggh fuuuuuuuuuuck." He groaned, his huge cock exploding, shooting a thick rope of cum onto the shower wall.

The hand didn't slow, jerking now just as feverishly as before as Noah drove his hips forward, blasting up another white, stringy round into the air.

"Oooooooooh, god." Noah cried.

"Yes, more; empty your huge balls for me." The voice cooed.

Noah shot 1...2...3 more loads around the shower cubical as the hand encouraged him with confident strokes.

With his orgasm subsiding and the hand releasing his now gradually deflating cock, Noah took charge. Spinning around, he faced the one who brought him to climax.

Face to face with the gorgeous teacher, he took a second to stare at her soaking wet features, pronouncing themselves before him.

He brought both hands up to cup her face and launched himself into a passionate kiss with her big, full lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, time standing still as their bodies mashed together under the spray of the steaming water.

Noah released Miss Reed, taking a step back to fully admire the black bikini wearing goddess before him.

"Fuck me, you're so hot!" Noah, his regrowing cock testament to his words.

"So are you Mr. That was fun, but you look like you're ready for round two." Miss Reed said looking at the reigniting appendage between Noah's legs.

"Ready if you are," Noah said playfully.

"You're not empty?" Miss Reed said, sounding surprised.

"Not by a long shot." Noah winked.

"Goodie." Miss Reed replied, licking her lips.

She pushed Noah gently up against the wall, so his back was flush against the tiles and knelt before him, a zealot praying before her golden idol.

"I've had some big ones before, but you are by far the largest, I'm not sure how much of you I can manage, so don't force anything, let me get used to you." Miss Reed instructed, flicking her long braid out of the way.

Noah simply nodded, staring down at the sharp-featured face of the soaking wet teacher, her mouth mere inches from his throbbing cock, her huge bikini-clad breasts and deep, endless cleavage drawing his gaze and increasing blood flow south.

"Christ, this thing looks a lot bigger up close. It's intimidating." Miss Reed said her hands on his thighs.

Noah grabbed the base of his goliath dick and swung it around, giving Miss Reed a view from all angles.

Miss Reed slapped his hand away: "Uh, uh, uh Mr, this is for me to play with."

Complying, Noah released his monster, letting it bounce directly in the face of the stacked teacher kneeling before him.

Miss Reed placed a firm grip with both of her delicate hands on Noah's pulsing cock. Opening her mouth slightly and dipping her head forward to place just the tip of his swollen red head between her lips.

Flicking the slit with the tip of her tongue, Miss Reed used her hands to casually massage the length of Noah's cock. Noah meanwhile was in heaven. He had a top-down view to die for. He could see the top of his teacher's head move gracefully around his glans while observing her wide bikini-clad ass cheeks extending out behind her. Leaning slightly to the side he copped a view of Miss Reed's massive melons dangling out in front of her, swaying weightily in response to her head and arm movements.

Ever the gentleman and conscious of Miss Reed's request, Noah didn't rush, push or force things, rather letting his coach dictate the pace. However, as Miss Reed delved deeper, enveloping about a ⅙ of the total length of his horse dick, Noah couldn't help but place a hand on the back of her head.

Miss Reed looked up questioningly for a split second, mouth full of cock. Noah tried to give her the most reassuring look he could as he ran his fingers through her hair and ponytail.

Miss Reed pressed on, bobbing her head back and forth, inching further towards Noah's groin, his meat, starting to edge towards the back of her throat as she engulfed 2/6 of it.

Noah tried to be as encouraging as he could, rubbing and massaging her neck and shoulders from above. He was used to this part. Many girls had tried and failed to take all of his, but very few had actually been successful. Just as he was wondering how Miss Reed would fare, she pulled back, taking a huge breath of air.

"Fuck me, you're huge! I think I got about halfway there. I doubt I can take much more, but I want to. I want to take all of you. I want to work on it. At some point, I'm going to deepthroat the shit out of this bad boy and you're going to be cumming right down my tight little throat." Miss Reed said with determination in her voice.

Noah didn't doubt her for a second as he gulped and looked down at the busty teacher, his fat cock still stiff in her hands.

"If I keep going like this, will you cum?" Miss Reed asked.

Noah nodded mostly lost for words.

"Good boy, I know you like my big boobs, so when you're close, pull out and finish all over my rack, OK?" Miss Reed instructed.

Noah managed a nod and a gulp this time, the prospect almost too much for him.

Instead of diving right back in, Miss Reed used her mouth along the sides of Noah's expansive cock, wrapping her tongue around as much as she could, mouthing, sucking and slobbering her way back and forth.

After a significant period of worship, Miss Reed placed herself squarely in front of Noah's manhood and proceeded to take as much of Noah as she could into her mouth, using her tongue to twist and turn around his girth. She managed maybe another inch more than before as she worked Noah's glossy pole back and forth. Hands and lips working in tandem.

The sensation of Miss Reed's warm, wet mouth was too much. Noah began to feel the familiar sensation in his balls. Tapping the teacher on the shoulder, she responded immediately, plopping the huge cock out of her mouth and taking up position, sitting straight up on her heels, arms folded under her huge udders, creating more cleavage than he thought humanly possible.