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researched how to pass the urine tests, so they wouldn’t get kicked off the t eam. I make it clear, however, that I don’t need the steroids, and never used them myself. In short, I tell her everything, every detail , and she ’s all ears .
Before I know it, we’re outside the swim building.
“It’s locked,” she says, trying the door, but there’s a twinkle in her eye. I know she’s just waiting for me to explain how we sneak in.
And she’s not going to be disappointed.
“I’ve done this a thousand times,” I say, taking a key out that I have stashed in my wallet. “ Coach lent me his key ring once, to grab something from his office, and I couldn’t help myself. I made a copy of this beauty , and it’s gotten me out of some tough situations , when I had to hide from campus security.”
“I bet you’ve taken a lot of girls up here, too, right?” she says, with an innocent look in her eyes that just makes me want to fuck her right then and there. I want to push her against th e brick wall and fuck her from behind, but I contain myself, and just unlock the door.
I wonder if she’s noticed the erection growing in my pants. At least I threw a long polo shirt on before leaving the swim house, and it hangs low enough that it partially covers my crotch and my growing bulge.
I take her up to the balcony. I know where the light box is, and turn on the lights to the pool, so that we can gaze into the water that sloshes gently inside the pool, even though no one’s in it.
“We have the whole place to ourselves,” I say.
“That’s just the way I like it,” she says, sliding her body closer to mine, so that she’s sitting on the bench right next to me. I can feel her body against mine.
She seems so different tonight than my first impression of her, when I thought she was a shy nerdy girl, that night when Dave was hitting on her.
I would think she’s a different girl altogether, except for the fact that I can feel her body trembling against mine. I know she’s nervous. She’s probably never been with a top athlete before. I can imagine the kind of guys she’s hooked up with during college—the nerdy, bookish guys who want to be “nice,” to her, above all else, even when it means sacrificing all that makes them men, sacrificing all their sex appeal.
I vaguely remember that this girl is completely off limits. Coach said so. And he said my Olympic career is on the line . If I hook up with her, I’m off the team.
But then again, to get kicked off the team, coach would have to find out. And how’s he going to find out?
I can’t resist her any longer, and lean in for the kiss.
Our lips meet.
It feels way more intense than a regular hook up. It’s not one of those sloppy drunk kisses the sorority girls give. There’s meaning behind this one. Something powerful. Something deep.
10
Allison
I shouldn’t be kissing him. First of all, he’s a dumb jock. I hate him, in a way, and everything he represents.
But as I’m kissing him, it just feels s o good. It feels so right. Our lips are pressed together. It’s a kiss like no other I’ve ever had.
I’m aware that his hand is creeping around my back , massaging me. I’m aware that his other hand is getting dangerously close to my breast s, but I don’t want to stop him. I want him to keep going. I want him to take me. This is my deepest desire, my strongest desire, coming to the surface, overtaking every other conviction I’ve ever had.
But I shouldn’t be kissing him. I’m thinking this at the same time I’m thinking how good , how absolutely amazing, this feels.
Real reporters don’t make out with their inside sources!
If Beaumont finds out, who knows what will happen?
There’s no way I’ll be working for The Journal with behavior like this!
But I keep going. I’m kissing him back stronger than I’ve ever kissed anyone back.
Suddenly, there’s a noise from somewhere down below in the pool. We’re supposed to
Before I know it, we’re outside the swim building.
“It’s locked,” she says, trying the door, but there’s a twinkle in her eye. I know she’s just waiting for me to explain how we sneak in.
And she’s not going to be disappointed.
“I’ve done this a thousand times,” I say, taking a key out that I have stashed in my wallet. “ Coach lent me his key ring once, to grab something from his office, and I couldn’t help myself. I made a copy of this beauty , and it’s gotten me out of some tough situations , when I had to hide from campus security.”
“I bet you’ve taken a lot of girls up here, too, right?” she says, with an innocent look in her eyes that just makes me want to fuck her right then and there. I want to push her against th e brick wall and fuck her from behind, but I contain myself, and just unlock the door.
I wonder if she’s noticed the erection growing in my pants. At least I threw a long polo shirt on before leaving the swim house, and it hangs low enough that it partially covers my crotch and my growing bulge.
I take her up to the balcony. I know where the light box is, and turn on the lights to the pool, so that we can gaze into the water that sloshes gently inside the pool, even though no one’s in it.
“We have the whole place to ourselves,” I say.
“That’s just the way I like it,” she says, sliding her body closer to mine, so that she’s sitting on the bench right next to me. I can feel her body against mine.
She seems so different tonight than my first impression of her, when I thought she was a shy nerdy girl, that night when Dave was hitting on her.
I would think she’s a different girl altogether, except for the fact that I can feel her body trembling against mine. I know she’s nervous. She’s probably never been with a top athlete before. I can imagine the kind of guys she’s hooked up with during college—the nerdy, bookish guys who want to be “nice,” to her, above all else, even when it means sacrificing all that makes them men, sacrificing all their sex appeal.
I vaguely remember that this girl is completely off limits. Coach said so. And he said my Olympic career is on the line . If I hook up with her, I’m off the team.
But then again, to get kicked off the team, coach would have to find out. And how’s he going to find out?
I can’t resist her any longer, and lean in for the kiss.
Our lips meet.
It feels way more intense than a regular hook up. It’s not one of those sloppy drunk kisses the sorority girls give. There’s meaning behind this one. Something powerful. Something deep.
10
Allison
I shouldn’t be kissing him. First of all, he’s a dumb jock. I hate him, in a way, and everything he represents.
But as I’m kissing him, it just feels s o good. It feels so right. Our lips are pressed together. It’s a kiss like no other I’ve ever had.
I’m aware that his hand is creeping around my back , massaging me. I’m aware that his other hand is getting dangerously close to my breast s, but I don’t want to stop him. I want him to keep going. I want him to take me. This is my deepest desire, my strongest desire, coming to the surface, overtaking every other conviction I’ve ever had.
But I shouldn’t be kissing him. I’m thinking this at the same time I’m thinking how good , how absolutely amazing, this feels.
Real reporters don’t make out with their inside sources!
If Beaumont finds out, who knows what will happen?
There’s no way I’ll be working for The Journal with behavior like this!
But I keep going. I’m kissing him back stronger than I’ve ever kissed anyone back.
Suddenly, there’s a noise from somewhere down below in the pool. We’re supposed to
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