Se connecterBailey POVSaturday's session was different.Mark had been pushing hard all week. His muscles were tight, his body was sore, and his hamstring still wasn't fully healed from the strain. He needed a break from the track.So I booked us a lane at the city swimming facility for recovery training. Low impact. Easy on the joints. Good for loosening everything up.I didn't think about what that meant until I was standing in the women's changing room, staring at myself in the mirror.Swimsuit.I was about to be in a swimsuit around Mark.The one-piece was simple. Black. Athletic. Cut high on the legs and low enough at the chest to show the top of my collarbone. It wasn't meant to be sexy.But it hugged every inch of me. My hips looked fuller than I expected. The round shape of my breasts pressed firm against the fabric, lifted and visible in a way my training gear never allowed. My waist curved in tight, my legs stretched long and lean beneath the high cut.I swallowed hard.Too late to chan
Bailey POVTwo Days later.We moved our private sessions to the college track.It made sense. Mark had just started his first semester of college, and his class schedule was packed tight. By the time he finished lectures, driving across town to Lincoln Park would eat up an hour he didn't have. The college track was right there on campus. He could walk out of class and meet me in five minutes.Simple. Practical. Nothing more to it.I arrived early that Thursday afternoon to set up. The track was empty, the sun sitting low and warm in the sky. I parked near the sports building and grabbed my bag from the back seat.I was halfway across the lot when I saw him.Mark was standing near the entrance of the main building, backpack hanging off one shoulder. He was smiling.But not at me.A girl stood in front of him. Short. Pretty. Dark curly hair that bounced when she laughed. She was standing close, too close, her fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie, twisting them slowly while sh
Bailey POVThe next morning, I showed up to our session with one goal.Control.After what happened in the bathtub, I needed to prove something to myself. That one weak moment didn't define me.That I could stand next to this boy and feel nothing.Nothing at all.The first twenty minutes went fine. Short sprints. Quick starts. Full rest between each one. Mark was sharp, focused, hitting his times without me having to push.Then on his sixth run, it happened.He shot off the line, sprinted hard, and then something went wrong. His leg gave out. He stumbled to a stop, grabbing the back of his left thigh with both hands."Stop!" I shouted, already running toward him.He limped to the side of the track, his face tight with pain."What happened?" I asked."My hamstring," he said through his teeth. "It just locked up.""Sit down."He dropped onto the grass and stretched his left leg out. I knelt beside him and pressed my fingers into the back of his thigh, feeling the muscle underneath.It wa
Bailey POVI couldn't think straight all night before our private session, the next day.Every time I closed my eyes, the same images played on repeat. Mark standing in my kitchen doorway, eyes locked on my chest. The way his jaw tightened. The way he stepped closer, voice dropping low, telling me to say stop. The outline stretching hard against his wet joggers as he walked out my door.I buried my face in my pillow and groaned.This had to stop.By the time I got to Lincoln Park the next morning, I had given myself a full lecture in the car mirror, "He's your athlete. He's nineteen. You are his coach. Get it together."It worked for about five minutes.Then he showed up.Gray shorts. Black fitted shirt. Fresh haircut that sharpened his jawline in a way I had no business noticing."Morning, Coach," he said, dropping his bag by the bench."Warm up," I said flatly. "We're doing speed endurance today."He stretched his arms overhead, the shirt lifting slightly, showing a strip of tan gol
Bailey POVWe ran through the rain to the entrance and up the stairs to my apartment. I fumbled with my keys, hands shaking from the cold, and pushed the door open.The warmth inside hit us both instantly.I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my wet shoes. Mark did the same, stepping inside carefully, looking around without saying anything."Kitchen's that way," I said, pointing. "Give me a minute."I walked to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, moving on autopilot. Mugs. Filter. Water. Simple tasks to keep my hands busy and my brain quiet.But my body was shivering. My clothes were stuck to my skin, cold and heavy. My jacket clung to my arms. My top pressed flat against my chest.I glanced down.My breath caught.The wet fabric had gone almost see-through, hugging tight against my chest. And my nipples, hard from the cold, pressed clearly through the thin material.Visible.Obviously visible.I looked up.Mark was leaning against the kitchen doorway.His eyes were not o
Bailey POVThe sky had been threatening all afternoon.Dark clouds rolled in during the last hour of practice, heavy and low, turning the air thick and humid. I kept one eye on the weather and the other on my athletes, pushing them through their final sets before the rain hit."That's it!" I shouted, blowing my whistle. "Cool down and head out. Now."The group scattered fast. Nobody wanted to get caught in what was coming.I gathered my things quickly, shoving my clipboard and stopwatch into my bag as the first fat drops of rain hit the track. By the time I reached the parking lot, it was pouring.Not drizzling.Pouring.The kind of rain that soaked you through in seconds.I ran to my SUV, yanked the door open, threw my bag across the passenger seat, and jammed the key into the ignition.Click.Nothing.I turned it again.Click. Click.Dead."No," I muttered. "No, no, no. Not today."I tried again. Same thing. The engine didn't even try to turn over. Just that flat, empty clicking so
Sheila's POVZuki stayed collapsed on top of me, her breath warm against my neck. Her body was soft and heavy, fitting against mine in a way that felt right.I couldn't believe what we'd just done.Couldn't believe how good it had felt.My pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks. My nipples were
Sheila's POVI walked into the house still shaking from what had just happened at Bobby's place.The living room lights were on. The TV was playing some reality show.And Zuki was sprawled on the couch in tiny shorts and a tank top, eating potato chips.She looked up when I came in, her face lighti
Sheila POVHis hand slid higher still, fingertips brushing the hem of my dress."Is this okay?" he asked, voice low.I nodded, not trusting my voice.He leaned in, his other hand coming up to cup my face."I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered.Then his mouth was on mine.Soft at first. Testing.
Sheila's POVI sat at my desk staring at the computer screen, but the code blurred in front of my eyes.I couldn't focus.Every time I tried to concentrate on work, my mind wandered back to this morning. To Zuki's mouth between my legs. To the feeling of our bodies grinding together. To the way she







