The Emperor Has No Clothes (mc,ex,ff,md,mf,mm)
by Virtual Scott

"Jeni, you bitch! I *hate* you!" Grace bounced up off the chaise and
into the shade provided by the cabana, but the damage was already done.
Judging by the position of the sun, she'd dozed long enough it might not
have mattered anyway, but *somebody* had folded the umbrella between the
lounge chairs.

The "somebody" in question rolled onto her side and looked up at Grace.
"Chill out, girl," Jeni suggested. "It's not like a little tan is going
to kill you or anything." It was obvious she was trying not to laugh.
The brunette adjusted the strap of her racerback swimsuit and rolled
over again, determined not to waste a minute of their break.

"Easy for you to say," muttered Grace. Jeni obviously had a lot of
Mediterranean ancestry, with dark hair cut short for convenience and an
olive-toned complexion that never seemed to change, no matter how long
she stayed out. It was annoying.

Grace's ancestors hailed from more northern climes. She was blessed with
gorgeous auburn hair that she wouldn't have traded for anything, but her
skin tanned easily. Not burned, thankfully, but tanned -- a golden
brown, as the cookbooks put it.

"I don't understand why you have a problem, anyway," offered Jeni, not
quite missing the point. "You look so hot, and you know it!"

"Oh, but in my workout clothes," Grace sighed, already visualizing the
damage. She always had problems with so-called farmer's tans, where the
unsightly change of color at hems and sleeves ruined whatever effect the
tan might have produced. "I'll look like a freak!"

Jeni gave up on pretending not to be amused and laughed. "Oh come on,
Grace. You are not a freak. I bet nobody will even notice. Besides, this
is swim camp, not Fashion Week."

Grudgingly, Grace admitted to herself the brunette probably had a point.
The Parker Training Academy, misnamed as it was, had nothing to do with
fashion and everything to do with fitness. It was the second summer
she'd attended, and Grace was as enthusiastic about it as she'd been
doubtful the previous year.

Parker College wasn't a very exciting or visible institution. Located
away from any major cities or interesting attractions, it had managed to
avoid "Commuity" in its name, while attracting students who couldn't
afford to travel out of the area and attend more prestigious schools.

Grace was determined to leave waitressing and farming behind her, and
the relatively low tuition rates made the student loans a gamble worth
taking. So far, things were working out, better than she'd hoped.

Swimming hadn't been on her radar, but it turned out that the Parker
swim team was a big fish in a small pond. They were small in number, few
enough to welcome walk-ons (including an intrigued Grace), but ferocious
competitors. Nobody deluded themselves into thinking they were
Olympic-caliber athletes, but the coaches had an amazing talent for
getting every last bit of native ability out of their swimmers and
divers.

In large part, apparently, the secret was the Parker Training Academy,
colloquially known as "swim camp." It looked like just another rustic
summer camp stuck in the middle of nowhere, but it boasted an Olympic
size pool and diving platforms. For a month each summer the coaches,
swim team, and other attendees secluded themselves there and worked like
dogs.

Grace had been sure she was going to die the first summer. The days were
long, and filled entirely with swimming and conditioning work (as if
hours of swimming by itself somehow wouldn't be enough). The absence of
any local cell towers virtually eliminated electronic distractions.
Coach Rod and his assistants had a rotating series of visiting coaches
lined up to provide diverse points of view and constructive assistance,
and Grace was sure -- she'd counted -- there were more coaches than
swimmers.

Not only had she survived, that month had transformed Grace into one of
the better swimmers on the team. She'd won several events in subsequent
meets, but mostly it was her improved physical fitness that impressed
Grace. She felt it when she bounced out of bed, felt it when she still
had energy at the end of the day, and felt it when men's eyes followed
her across campus.

So Grace had kept swimming, even in the frozen depths of winter, and her
name had been first on Coach Rod's signup list that spring. Armed with
an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been a joy and
Grace wasn't looking forward to going back to school.

The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on
the swim team. How Parker College could afford to put on the camp was an
open question, although there were rumors that other attendees paid
enough to more than offset the costs. The once Grace had raised the
subject with Jeni -- one of the paid swimmers -- there'd been some vague
mention of a sponsorship or scholarship or something, and they'd let the
subject drop.

Now it was nearly the end of summer, and Grace would have to spend the
next few weeks looking like a zebra or something. The camp didn't spend
a lot on uniforms, and the white T-shirts and navy shorts ran slightly
on the large side, meaning there was no way the tan lines on Grace's
arms and thighs wouldn't show in anything she wore.

"Well, come on," Grace snapped, trying to fight off her sulk. "I don't
want to do extra push-ups if we're late, and you still have to change."
She'd changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her
suit so she could catch some rays.

The two women left the relatively secluded side of the cabana and walked
towards the oversized "log cabin" that housed the locker rooms and
workout equipment. They were surrounded by the bustle of the others also
headed to their afternoon training sessions; there were the familiar
faces of the other students, coaches with the same utilitarian outfits
but the largely-symbolic heavy whistles on lanyards, and the current
rotation of visiting guest coaches.

Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest
trainers. Most of them didn't look like coaches, even if they wore the
same shorts and T-shirts, and many of them didn't act much like coaches,
either. But there was no question they were dedicated to helping the
camp participants excel, and they always left Grace breathless at the
end of a workout.

Jeni stopped in front of her locker and started to pull off her suit,
but Grace walked to the mirror behind the sinks and stared at her
reflection. She looked good, hair pulled up in a casual bun, her arms
and legs tanned and toned. Cautiously, Grace tugged at a sleeve, looking
to see how abrupt the transition from tanned to pale skin was. Her arm
remained the same golden tan.

Perhaps her sleeve had been shoved further up than she remembered? The
redhead pulled up one leg of her shorts, revealing an expanse of evenly
tanned thigh. It was ridiculous! She was clearly darker than yesterday,
and Grace knew that even she didn't tan through clothing!

As if her frustration had been a trigger, Grace felt suddenly
lightheaded and her vision swam momentarily. Even as she blinked
rapidly, her clothing shimmered and faded away like a desert mirage.
Grace gulped at the sight of herself standing totally naked and evenly
bronzed from head to toe!

"Oh My God!" Grace screamed, turning to look for Jeni.

"What?" the brunette asked, walking over to join her friend. "Have you
decided if you'll survive yet?"

Grace gasped, "I can't---" and stuttered to a halt.

Jeni wasn't wearing anything either, although she wasn't showing any
signs of it bothering her. Her full breasts bobbed slightly as she ran
her fingers quickly through her hair. "Come on -- aren't you the one who
said you didn't want to be late?" She turned towards the exercise room.

It was impossible to understand how it could be happening, but Grace
wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some elaborate prank Jeni was playing.
"Just a minute; I need to, um..." She couldn't say, "get some clothes
because mine have disappeared." It was almost tempting to see how far
Jeni would go, but Grace would die if somebody else -- especially one of
the boys -- walked in on them.

She hurried back to her locker and rapidly spun the combination lock.
Grace opened the door and found her swim goggles and skullcap, but the
swimsuit she'd put there just before lunch was missing. Two could play
at that game, she decided, happy she knew Jeni's combination.

The faint smile Grace was wearing slipped when Jeni's locker turned out
to be equally devoid of clothing or swimwear. Jeni had walked in with
her suit on five minutes ago, and there was *nowhere* she could have
hidden it! What was going on?

"Grace!" The redhead jumped at Jeni's shout. "Come on, already! It's
just a fucking tan line -- get over it!"

With a gulp, Grace slammed the locker closed and headed for the door.
She didn't understand what was happening, but Jeni would have to spill
the beans or else...

The brunette, however, seemed poised to head right out for their
session, which was a pretty ballsy move in Grace's opinion. The redhead
started to cringe away from the door when Jeni pushed it open, but
stopped in stupification at the sights she glimpsed through the opening.

Grace stumbled when Jeni caught her wrist and pulled, and was too dazed
to resist before she was out of the locker room. She looked around in
shock, eyes wide.

*Everyone* was naked! Well, there were a few of the visiting trainers in
the bleachers across from the small indoor pool with clothes on, but
everybody else was as naked as herself. Grace stumbled on the edge of a
floor mat, but kept walking as if she were in a trance, and felt her
face heat. Not only was she surrounded by casual nudity, but all of the
men were rigidly erect. Grace wasn't a prude or a virgin, but she'd just
seen more cock in 20 seconds than in the 20 years before that.

Luckily, nobody seemed to be paying much attention to them -- at least
until they reached the beginning of their exercise circuit. Coach Evan
speared them both with a look. "Lemaire, Cartright -- you're late! Give
me 50 squat-thrusts and then get in your circuit!" His tone and
expression were exactly normal, but the heavy whistle on its lanyard
looked incongruous above the heavy cock projecting from his hairless
groin.

Grace hesitated a moment as Jeni dropped into her first squat and then
complied, trying to position herself so she wasn't directly facing
anybody. It felt bizarre, but at least her breasts weren't as large as
Jeni's.

"See?" puffed the brunette, her breasts bouncing, "I told you nobody
would notice."

The redhead declined to answer, choosing instead to study her
surroundings. The activities she'd always dismissed as routine now took
on unsettling and perverse meaning. The girl on the outer thigh
apparatus strained, her legs spread far apart, as the trainer with her
urged her to push wider, his eyes glued to her crotch.

One of her male classmates crouched on the rowing machine, pushing the
rolling platform beneath him back and forth. Each backward stroke
impaled his glistening anus on the cock of the trainer counting time
behind him.

Grace looked away, only to catch sight of Bethany, one of the divers,
standing on the yoga mats. Beth quivered, holding form with her arms
stretched above her, while the hands of the woman beside her teased and
stroked her body into position, lingering on her breasts and between her
legs.

Closer to hand, Trish lay back on a weight bench, seemingly unaware of
the way Adam's penis nearly brushed her face as he checked the weights
on the bar, or the lustful stare of the trainer who was leaning forward
to study the swell of her breasts at close range. A large drop of precum
leaked from the tip of his cock to her thigh, unnoticed by either of
them.

Beyond unnerved, Grace realized she was alone; Jeni was doing arm curls.
The redhead looked longingly in the direction of the locker room, but
several of the trainers were watching her and the last thing she wanted
at this point was to be alone with them. She started her strength
circuit, trying to vary her usual routine in ways that minimized her
exposure, and did her best to ignore the lecherous stares of the
onlookers.

Despite her shaky nerves, the exercise soothed Grace as it usually did,
and there was the usual light conversation with the other students --
when they were using equipment behind her and Grace couldn't see them,
it was easy to pretend everything was normal.

Well, except when Jillian boasted about her tattoo that *nobody* except
her boyfriend was ever going to see.The small rose centered on her bare
mons was clearly visible, even through the load of semen covering it.
Grace had the presence of mind to say nothing, even as her friends made
fanciful guesses about what it might be.

The heavy grunting from the weight bench gave Grace an excuse to not
look at the heavy-set man who was fisting himself and clearly waiting
for her to get off the upper arm apparatus. He'd just suggested she work
on her core flexibility, and bending over in front of him was the last
thing she wanted to do at the moment.

Jeni was on the bench, but she wasn't the person making the noise.
Grace's friend lay on her back, spread-eagled, a look of concentration
on her face as her hands worked the cocks of two trainers standing to
either side of her. Grace had seen that look any number of times, when
Jeni was working on many quick repetitions of light lifts. In fact, that
was one of the exercises in Grace's routine too, a fact that didn't bear
thinking about.

The noise was coming from the third trainer, the one who was fucking
Jeni with wild abandon. He huffed and puffed with exertion, but not so
loudly Grace couldn't hear the liquid sounds of his cock churning in the
brunette's wet cunt. One of the men getting a handjob suddenly sucked in
his breath, and an instant later both of them were spilling their spunk
on Jeni's face and tits.

She made no reaction except to blow out her breath and stretch her arms
to the side, but the trainer fucking her increased his speed and then
thrust solidly into her hard enough to make the bench tremble. He gasped
and then withdrew, jism trailing from his cock, and jacked a few last
globs onto her tummy. "Good job, Jeni," he sighed, eliciting a smile of
satisfaction from the girl.

Sudden drops of moist warmth spattered the small of Grace's back and she
suddenly turned around, just in time to get a last spurt of semen across
her arm and the side of a breast. The trainer behind Grace looked at her
with narrowed eyes.

"Um..." She could see the suspicion growing in his mind. "Did you say
something?" Grace fought to ignore the disgusting feel of his sperm
leaking down her breast and ass. She stood up to face him and arched her
back, emphasizing the curve of her breasts.

"You should work on flexibility," the man grunted. "And watch your
intensity," he added. "You slowed down a lot on that last set."

"Sorry, Coach," Grace apologized. "Just a little tired today, I guess."
For good measure, she turned around and gave him an eyeful as she bent
over to retrieve her hand towel from the floor and reflexively wiped
down the seat of the machine. The towel blurred out of existence,
leaving the palm of her hand wet; the coed realized she'd been leaking
more than just sweat.

Jeni bounded over, breaking Grace's train of thought. "A new personal
best! Do my arms look better to you?" The brunette curled one arm,
offering the muscle for inspection, and absentmindedly wiped a string of
sticky fluid from her forehead with the other.

"Wow," Grace replied, glad to see her trainer finally turn and walk
away. "You really killed it today, Jeni."

"I know! I think I just got in the groove. Sometimes it feels like it's
even better than sex!" Jeni laughed at her own joke, not really paying
attention to Grace's wan smile. "I bet I beat you in laps today, too!"

"Not happening," Grace retorted without even thinking. "Come on; let's
shower." She was desperate to wash the semen off her body, and Jeni
looked just unspeakable.

Still, it was hard not to watch the rolling asses of the others ahead of
her as they walked quickly towards the locker rooms. Grace was firmly of
the hetero persuasion, but there was something about those displayed
crevices that kept tugging at her eyes. Resolutely she pulled her focus
away and turned to look at Jeni, who was smearing semen all over her
body as they walked. "God! What are you doing?"

Jeni looked confused. "What? Towelling off? I can't help it if I sweated
a lot today." A trace of concern colored her expression. "I don't stink,
do I? That guy on the weight bench was so cute -- I don't want him to
think I'm a pig or anything!"

Grace couldn't help giggling. "You do *not* smell! Or at least, not any
more than the rest of us." It wasn't until she held open the door for
her friend that Grace realized her hands were sticky; a quick
self-appraisal revealed she'd unconsciously redistributed the coach's
load evenly across her buns, tummy and breasts. "Oh, fuck!"

The redhead made a beeline for the shower stalls, ignoring Jeni's
quizzical expression. Relieved of the necessity to remove any clothing,
she quickly was under the spray, scrubbing herself clean extra
vigorously. Grace's hand shied away from the nub between her legs, which
felt -- not aroused, exactly, but... awake.

Grace didn't quite know what to do while she stood in front of her
nearly-empty locker and watched Jeni go through the motions of pulling
on a non-existent swimsuit. It would have been ridiculous if every other
girl in the room hadn't been doing exactly the same thing. She finally
pulled on her skullcap and began tucking errant locks under it, all the
while wondering if she had lost her mind or if even the cap was part of
her imagination.

"Come on, ladies! Save the socializing for later!" Coach Joan strolled
through the locker room, urging the swimmers towards the exit. She was
nude too, the glint of her whistle barely visible from where it nestled
between swollen mammaries capped by erect nipples.

There'd always been rumors, based more on stereotypical humor than any
actual facts, that Coach Joan was a dyke. Certainly there was no sign
the woman realized that she, and everybody else, was naked. But the
redhead knew it, and the way the coach's eyes slid across the trim
bodies before her gave Grace chills.

A half-formed plan to beg off the rest of the afternoon due to illness
fizzled as quickly as Grace's clothing had. She abruptly snatched her
goggles from the now-empty locker and joined the stream of bodies
heading for the pool, trusting for safety in numbers.

Of course, it meant they were rejoining the boys. Their swimsuits had
never looked as large to Grace as they did now that they were gone,
exposing hairless sacks and erect organs to her sidelong glances.

Grace gulped and jumped quickly into her usual lane, rinsing her goggles
before pulling them into position. They didn't change the view, but it
let her get started on her laps. After the first length, she settled
into her rhythm and was able to push away the real world and just focus
on the flex of her muscles and the mechanics of her breathing. It was
easy to forget she was skinnydipping.

She swam right into the obstruction before she realized it was there.
"Oh!" Grace panted, her face flaming at the realization the object she'd
rammed was a he rather than an it. "I'm so sorry -- I didn't see you!"
Just to make things worse, it was Wade Ferrari, the handsomest,
dreamiest, most attractive stud on the swim team.

"Obviously," the boy grinned, making her want to kick herself for saying
something so lame. "Coach has been trying to get your attention for a
lap and half -- we're done for the day!"

Grace glanced in the direction of Wade's nod and accidentally inhaled
some water, coughing it back up practically into his face.

Coach Rod stood on the edge of the pool, looking down at them with a
pleased expression, and sporting the largest cock Grace had ever seen in
her life. It would have taken her breath away, if the pool water hadn't
already seen to that. "Great workout, Lemaire! If you keep this up,
you'll be outswimming Ferrari!"

Torn between embarrassment and pleasure, Grace looked shyly back at
Wade. She'd never be in his league, and she knew it. Worse, they were
treading water right in front of each other; her boobs were practically
in his face, and Grace *knew* if she just reached out, his stiff cock
would be in her grasp. She'd dreamed about that cock, but not this way.

Blushing furiously, Grace rolled on her side and scissored her legs to
propel herself towards the ladder; Wade kept pace effortlessly. "After
you," she offered on reaching the side of the pool. It was perfectly
normal to offer the senior swimmer the ladder first, and while she
wouldn't go out of her way to look, if he just happened to climb out in
front of her, well...

"Oh please; ladies first," Wade retorted with a grin that made Grace's
knees feel weak.

"Quit pussyfooting around, you two," Coach Rod chuckled. "Some of us
want to eat, and I can't go until everybody's out of the pool."

Grace was halfway out of the water on reflex, and then climbed slowly
out, emphasizing each step with just the slightest roll of her hips. She
was just as athletic as the other swimmers, and Wade had to be getting
an eyeful; plus, her perky but too-small breasts were pointed away from
him. Feeling breathless, and knowing there was more than just water
leaking out of her, Grace pulled off her cap and shook out her hair,
letting it fall forward and cover her boobs.

She watched Wade bounce up the ladder, his rigid penis swaying with
every step and looking as delicious as she'd hoped. It looked long, with
no hair to shroud its root; nothing like Coach Rod's monster, but just
the right size. Grace pulled her eyes up and realized Wade was watching
her. Aghast, she whirled away from him and started walking rapidly
towards the end of the dwindling shower line.

Wet footsteps rapidly overtook her and then slowed to keep pace. "Hey,
you really kicked ass today, Grace," Wade complemented her. Even the
sound of his voice made her wet. "I like how you take this so seriously.
I know Coach does, too."

Startled, she looked at him. "We're all serious -- otherwise we wouldn't
be here. And I'm hardly in your class, Wade -- I'm still just a
sophomore."

"You're in a class all by yourself," he muttered, and then elaborated.
"I mean, you're pushing yourself. You've gotten a lot better since last
year. And nobody else did an extra 500 meters -- not even me. I think
Coach has his eye on you."

"Thanks," Grace replied. "That means a lot, coming from you." She knew
she'd worked hard, but it was unsettling to think they'd noticed her
with so many other good swimmers around. The redhead stepped under the
spray, rotating to let the cool shower wash the chlorine and some of the
heat from her body.

It left her nipples stiff, but Grace ignored them and tried to maintain
a casual air as she stepped aside for Wade. He moved into the shower,
taking longer than she had. When he turned off the water stepped out,
his erection had lost some of its urgency and his scrotum had tightened
to a compact sack Grace longed to hold in her hands.

With a casual look at her, Wade reached to the empty shelf Grace knew
was supposed to contain towels and closed on thin air. When he started
wiping his empty hands across his skin, Grace jumped and pretended to
grab a towel too.

Touching herself in front of him was almost more than the redhead could
bear. Turning slightly to block Wade's view, Grace dared a quick touch
of her slit, only to find herself so hot and needy she had to stop
immediately. Breathlessly, she made a production of wadding her
imaginary towel and tossing it into the empty hamper.

Wade followed suit, his erection red and trembling. "Hey, wanna sit
together at dinner?"

"No, I sit with Jeni," Grace blurted, and fled. It was a stupid thing to
say and she knew it, but her self-control was frayed almost to breaking
and she didn't trust herself -- or the situation in which she found
herself.



Grace's room, when she reached it, was lacking in both clothing and
roommate, although it was the latter that concerned her most at the
moment. "I sit with Jeni!" she cursed herself in a singsong voice, and
threw herself backwards on her bed. "Could I say *anything* more
stupid!"

The redhead touched herself again, and looked at the closed door. With
an abrupt exhalation, she let her finger slide between her slick folds.
A fingertip found her clit already swollen, and moved deeper; she wished
the digit was Wade's. Why couldn't she be sexier?

Grace replayed their recent encounter in her mind, her questing fingers
accenting the dialog as it should have unfolded. "Can you get my back
for me, Wade?" "Sure, Grace." His strong hands trailed down her back
while she pulled on her nipples, teasing them to their maximum erection,
and then turned to bring them into his grasp.

Wade slid his hands roughly down her flanks and pulled her against him.
Grace opened her mouth in a ragged sigh at the feel of his hot erection
pressing against her stomach, trapped between them. The sensation of his
pecs rubbing against her nipples made her pant. "I want to fuck you so
bad," he husked. "Oh fuck, Grace, you are so hot! Let me look at you."

He kissed her, and then pushed her firmly away, ignoring her mews of
protest, until Grace was sitting on her bed. Precum leaked from the tip
of his throbbing meat, and the redhead knew it was for her. Slowly,
teasingly, she spread her knees wide until they reached the mattress,
with her heels nestled against her butt.

"You make me so wet," Grace moaned, pulling herself open and displaying
her glistening folds to Wade. She stabbed two fingers inside herself,
listening to the liquid noises they made and watching his cock jerk as
their heated gazes locked on each other. "I feel like such a slut," she
admitted, and continued, "but I want you inside me!"

Wade stepped closer, his cock harder than ever, and Grace just knew he
needed her as much as she wanted him. "Grace---"

"Are you sleeping?" Jeni asked, standing in the doorway.

Grace's eyes flew open and she rolled quickly onto her side, pulling her
hands free and crossing her arms over her breasts. Mortified, the
redhead couldn't bring herself to speak. There was no way Jeni could
have missing seeing her masturbating!

Except apparently, somehow, she had. "Sorry about waking you," the
brunette apologized, walking over to her own bed and plopping down on it
as if nothing were wrong. "I wouldn't mind a nap, myself. Today was
intense, huh?"

"Um, yeah," Grace cautiously replied, sitting up after she saw Jeni pick
up an old *Cosmopolitan*. Grace's inner thighs were slick and she'd left
a wet spot on the bed, but apparently her friend hadn't noticed
anything! Okay, Jeni hadn't seemed to notice she'd gotten a royal
fucking earlier that afternoon either, but still, it was spooky.

Grace was still on edge, robbed of her orgasm, and her body was nearly
vibrating with suppressed desire. She rolled to her feet and walked over
to the dresser they shared; Jeni's eyes rose above the open magazine.
"What are you going to wear to dinner?"

Jeni shrugged. "Just the usual. Not like there's anything to get dressed
up for, right?"

"Not really," Grace answered, quickly checking each of the drawers to
confirm all of them really were empty. Before she completely lost her
nerve, the redhead turned to face her roommate, leaning against the
dresser, and slipped a finger back into her dripping pussy. "You don't
think I look fat, do you?"

"Grace!" The brunette abruptly dropped the magazine and sat up, making
Grace's blood freeze in her veins yet again. "You are *not* fat!" Jeni
paused, but her eyes were on Grace's face, not her
oh-so-inappropriately-engaged hand. "This isn't about Wade, is it?"

It was so about Wade! Well, not him so much as everybody. Well, mostly
him. Grace absently chewed her lip and gently stroked her aching clit,
thinking of how much better his cock would feel. She hadn't intended to
say anything, but Grace couldn't restraint a soft gasp. "Oh!"

"No, my ass!" Jeni exhalted, apparently misunderstanding. "I saw you
guys talking at the showers. Did he hit on you?" Jeni's expression
turned sly, and her voice dropped. "I hear he has a nice cock."

"Jeni!" Scandalized, but intrigued, Grace couldn't resist asking, "How
would you know?" She worked herself a little harder, thinking of just
exactly how nice his cock would be, but the redhead could feel Jeni's
attention and the conversation pushing her orgasm out of reach.

"Are you blind?" Jeni rolled her eyes. "Those Speedos don't cover much;
don't you check out their packages?"

"Oh, yeah; I thought..." Grace's voice trailed off.

Jeni just laughed. "What? That I'd taken him for a test drive?" She
giggled again. "Not that I wouldn't want to! But you know how they work
us out here -- I don't have any energy left for that, and neither does
anybody else." The brunette collapsed back on the bed. "We might as well
all be priests and nuns -- what a waste!"

"You? A nun?" Grace found the giggles contagious. The beautiful slut
she'd watched service three men could never live a chaste life. She
shook her head, realizing Jeni wasn't a slut. At least not consciously.

Grace's mood sobered as she realized that, after nearly two summers of
swim camp, this had been the first day she could remember being aroused.
She wasn't a sex fiend, but Grace wasn't above a little masturbation now
and again -- but she hadn't used her slimline vibrator at all last year,
and hadn't even packed it this summer.

And it wasn't just her. She'd never heard even a rumor once of any of
the hookups, late-night rendezvous, catfighting, or other drama that
colored the rest of the year or her summers during high school.

Perversely, Grace's train of thought just made her more aware of her
heightened state of arousal. She eyed Jeni and thought of slinking into
the bathroom or waiting until after dinner, but she was increasingly
curious about the limits of the selective blindness around her. She
stroked herself again. "So, what do you know about Jillian's tattoo?"

It wasn't hard to keep Jeni talking, and Grace spoke just enough to keep
the other girl's attention from wandering away. The majority of her
concentration focused on the needy pearl nestled between her spread
thighs. It felt so bad to be exposing herself this way, not only showing
her most private areas to Jeni, but exciting herself with increasing
vigor.

Grace told herself that she wasn't a slut, and that she wasn't doing
anything wrong. Jeni hadn't noticed anything. And anyway, everybody
jilled off, didn't they? Her eyes lost focus, making it easier to
imagine it was Wade watching her, instead of Jeni.

Not that she'd have the guts to do this in front of him, or any other
guy. Not in a million years, not in real life. But in a fantasy? Grace's
release moved closer, oh so close, almost there, and her left hand
twisted and plucked a nipple. Her breasts heaved, lungs pumping like
she'd just done a 50 meter sprint.

Oh God, just a little more and she'd cum like a slut right in front of
Jeni, not really a slut but needing to cum so bad and her fingers were
soaked, sliding in and out of her the same way Wade's cock would and
fuck it would feel good for him to fill her up, but his cock couldn't
tickle her clit the way her fingers could -- Grace moaned helplessly --
but a tongue could, a tongue could get her off, lick her over that
precipice beneath her feet, tease the nectar that was leaking from her
body.

Grace's knees gave way and she sagged to the floor. Her knees splayed,
the way they would if they were trapping that tongue inside her -- not
for long, not for much longer now, oh G-g-g-god she was so close and she
was panting, and Wade could just push his cock between her lips and
she'd have to take him, have to swallow -- uh uh uh -- his juice, just
like the girl beneath her, the girl whose lips had fastened about her
nubbin and were sucking it against a worming tongue and fuck oh fuck oh
fuck she was falling over the edge, like Wade's jism was falling on
their writhing bodies as he came at the sight of Coach Rod feeding his
monster into Grace's mouth and it would split her and his sweet spunk
was already spilling down her chin but she couldn't resist it and he was
just using her like the slu-u-u-ut she...

The redhead bucked and spasmed against the base of the dresser, riding
her fingers and fractured thoughts to the best solo orgasm of her life.
What the fuck? Grace wondered, floating on endorphins but confused by
the unexpected turn of her thoughts.

"Are you coming down with a cold?" asked Jeni.



Grace had meant to make some nocturnal explorations, but woke to the
sound of the first breakfast bell instead. The previous day flooded into
her consciousness, but had it really happened or was it merely a dream?
She had her answer when Jeni stumbled out the door to visit the bathroom
with nothing more than her toothbrush.

The redhead collected her own toiletries and followed, feeling a little
more confident. It remained unsettling to be traipsing around naked like
this, but she'd brought herself off in a raging orgasm right in front of
Jeni the previous afternoon, and compared to that, a little casual
bathroom nudity was nothing.

"Hey, Grace, can I borrow some of your cream? Mine ran out."

"Sure, Trish, no problem," Grace replied, absently handing the shaving
cream to her neighbor. She paused, razor in hand, as she realized her
pubis was half covered with cream, the bare swaths of skin showing where
she'd already shaved. A sideways glance at Trish revealed the other girl
was doing the same thing.

Grace finished the job and moved on to her armpits after getting her
shaving cream back, all the while musing on the bizarre reality she
found herself trapped in. Did people always see clothing or just what
they expected to see? She looked at Trish again. "Um, can you take a
look and see if I missed anything?"

"Just a sec," Trish replied, finishing herself with the same finicky
precision she brought to everything she did. She set her razor aside and
slid off the bench to kneel in front of Grace, brushing her dirty blonde
hair back behind an ear. She peered closely at Grace's slit, which
became almost instantly moist.

The impulse to pull Trish's face into her crotch took Grace by surprise.
She fought to remain still, hoping Trish wouldn't notice her arousal.
Visions of her masturbatory fantasies of the previous day flashed before
her eyes.

"Okay, turn around," Trish chirped, tugging gently at one of Grace's
legs.

Grace wasn't expecting that, but she couldn't refuse after asking. Soft
fingers spread her cheeks, and she felt Trish's breath on her wet skin.

"You missed a few here. Can you hold your cheeks open? I don't want to
cut you." The blonde's voice was calm, almost analytical.

The redhead felt anything but. She spread her buns, trying to keep her
hands from trembling too much. The feel of Trish dabbing a bit of cream
in her crack nearly brought Grace to her knees. Standing this way felt
unnatural, and the petite fingers weren't right. They should be thick
and strong, pushing lube into her, preparing her to...

"All done," Trish said, breaking that train of thought. Grace hadn't
even felt the razor. "Can you return the favor?"

"Sure," Grace replied shakily, dropping quickly to her knees so she
wouldn't have to meet Trish's eyes. Instead, she looked at the blonde's
perfectly bare pussy. The skin was smooth, and probably deliciously
soft. Was Trish aroused too? It was hard to say; maybe there was a glint
of moisture, but she'd have to lean closer to smell anything. "Your
front is fine," the redhead husked, leaning back to let the other girl
turn around.

Now it was Grace's turn to grasp and gently spread the mounds of flesh
before her. They were buttery soft but overlaid on firm muscle that
resisted her grip for a moment; Trish relaxed and arched her back,
offering herself for inspection.

Grace shifted slightly, spreading her legs to find a more comfortable
position, and leaned closer. The bottom of Trish's labia were just
visible, revealing a telltale trace of dew. But it was the pink rosebud
a little higher that captured Grace's attention. It was clean and tight,
but somehow Grace knew that it could expand to admit intruders. The same
way she somehow knew she could spear her tongue into it.

The hint of musk was faint, but it drew Grace in, promising an earthy
taste she couldn't quite place. A trickle of moisture leaked down
Grace's inner thigh. Being here felt so right, but there was something
missing. Something she could grasp and fondle, or suck gently between
her lips. Grace swayed further forward, absently seeking, but found only
that petite rose.

Spell broken, Grace gasped and swayed back. What was she thinking!
Kissing somebody's ass? A *girl's* ass? "You're fine," she managed to
say, and continued kneeling as Trish gave her a quick nod of thanks and
walked off. Grace was so rattled she couldn't even think if she'd
remembered to look for stray hairs.



Grace forced herself to choke down breakfast, even though she wasn't
hungry. Well, not for food, anyway. Her encounter with Trish had left
the redhead unsettled but aroused, and she hadn't had time to do
anything about it.

The novelty of being naked in public was beginning to wear off, but the
opportunity for serious boy-watching hadn't. Grace poked at her
egg-white omelet and listened to Jeni chattering beside her, all the
while observing the boys entering and leaving the dining room.

Other than the fact they were all uniformly erect and clean-shaven,
there was an amazing variety on display. Grace's off hand slipped
beneath the table and she began caressing herself, imagining what each
cock would feel like inside her. She stroked herself harder at the sight
of Wade among the last wave of late arrivals.

He briefly made eye contact with her, but frowned slightly before
sitting at another table, his back to Grace.

"I thought you two hit it off yesterday," Jeni commented, not having
missed the interplay.

Grace wondered if the entire room had noticed her shame; it was worse
than physical nudity. "I think I offended him. God, I am such a
screw-up!" It was enough to quench her arousal, at least for the moment.

"You are not a screw-up. You only talked to him for like 5 minutes,
Grace. Did you let him know you like him?"

"He asked to sit with me at dinner, and I said I was sitting with you,"
Grace responded in a small voice.

"I take it back," moaned Jeni, theatrically smacking herself in the
forehead. "You *are* a screw-up. What are you guys, still in the seventh
grade? It's a big table -- we could all sit together." The brunette
narrowed her eyes and suggestively added, "*if* you feel like you need a
chaperone..."

"No! I mean... I don't know what I mean." Grace growled with
frustration. "I just turn into such an idiot when I'm around Wade. The
right words don't come out -- I'm sure he hates me now! He'll probably
never talk to me again."

Jeni shook her head. "I seriously doubt he hates you. Look -- why not go
over there now? Just say 'hi' and ask if that invitation is still open
for tonight. It's no biggie." She gently elbowed Grace. "If he's really
interested, don't give one of the other girls a chance to grab his...
*attention*." The brunette gave Grace a sly grin as she motioned
suggestively with one hand.

"Jeni!" squealed Grace, attracting momentary attention from their
neighbors. "OMG, it's not like that at all!" She blushed, knowing it was
exactly like that, even if she'd rather die than admit it. "God, you're
crude, girl!"

Besides, Grace thought, a hand job would be such a waste. She wanted --
no, needed -- a serious fucking. Hell, she could probably walk right
over to Wade now, push the table back from his chair, and impale herself
on his rod right there and nobody would notice. She could bounce up and
down on him, her boobs in his face, and have a screaming orgasm, and
nobody would say a thing.

Would Wade notice, though? It was one thing to overlook the absence of
clothing, but he wouldn't actually be able to orgasm, to empty his nuts
into her creaming pussy while she screamed with delight, and just think
he'd coughed or something, would he? And it wasn't like people didn't
notice others at all -- they just seemed to think normal things were
happening.

Who would think it was normal, even wearing her usual camp shorts and
tee, if Grace walked up and ground herself all over Wade like some slut
giving a lap dance? Maybe, Grace thought, furtively rubbing her clit
again, he'd think she was just easy and lead her out the back door
before standing her up against the faux log siding and giving her the
wood she so obviously wanted. Her butt would be rubbed raw as she
bounced on Wade's shaft with her legs wrapped around him.

Grace shifted on her chair, aware of the small puddle she was creating
on the plastic seat. Maybe if she made a move on Wade, the incongruity
would snap him out of whatever it was that fuzzed everybody else's
senses. He'd *know* that she was a cock-hungry slut willing to fuck him
right there in the middle of everything! Wade would drop her right there
on the table and -- no, he'd flip her over and start doing her doggy
style. Grace could practically feel the trays digging into her tits as
every thrust slammed her against the wobbly table, burying that
magnificent tool deeper in her creaming cunt...

"Hello? Earth to Grace!" Jeni was shaking her shoulder. "Quit playing
with your food and go talk to him, already!"

Grace obediently stood up, and then almost sat right back down. She
could just see herself saying something stupid again, and this time it
would be in public, and everybody would think she was an idiot. Jeni
pushed impatiently at her, and the redhead shied away from the hand on
her bare ass. Okay, she could do this!

George looked up as she approached the table he was sharing with Wade,
but kept talking about turning technique. Grace hovered uncertainly,
just able to glimpse the tip of Wade's erection over his shoulder. She
leaned in a little further for a better view, making George's eyebrows
rise.

Wade finally sensed something and turned to follow George's sightline;
the unexpected rotation was enough to make his shoulder brush Grace's
breast, and both of them started violently.

"Fuck!" Wade yelped, inadvertently tumbling the bowl of oatmeal in front
of him into his lap. He shot to his feet with a louder yell and
frantically began trying to scrape the sticky mess from his stomach,
penis, and upper thighs.

Grace froze for a moment, appalled, and then reached around to help
remove the hot sludge from Wade's sensitive organ. "Oh no! I'm so
sorry!"

He brusquely batted her hand aside and jumped back, nearly falling over
the table and sending water glasses tumbling. "*Don't touch me!* Just
don't touch me! I need to -- to change my clothes!" Wade rushed out of
the cafeteria, leaving Grace standing in a circle of silence, surrounded
by wide eyes and open mouths.

A moment later, she bolted in the opposite direction, through the back
door she'd fantasized about, not caring if she left a smear of oatmeal
on the knob. Grace tensed when the door opened again behind her, but
relaxed a little at the sight of Jeni.

"You have to admit, that was pretty spectacular," the brunette smirked.
"For what it's worth, everybody's talking about Wade, not you."

That made Grace feel a little better. "I don't know what happened; I
didn't mean to startle him like that." But still, things hadn't turned
out well at all. "You can't believe he's going to want to be around me
after that."

Jeni made a noncommittal sound and changed the subject. "But what were
you looking at? I thought you were going to talk to him, not hover over
his shoulder."

Grace hesitated. She couldn't say, "I was crushing on his erection,"
even if it was the truth. "Jeni, what am I wearing?"

The brunette looked at her cautiously, obviously puzzled by the
question. "A T-shirt and shorts, like usual. Why?"

"How about now?" Grace wiped her hand clean on her breast and stomach,
still watching Jeni.

"A dirty T-shirt?" Her friend watched the redhead cross her arms until
her hands brushed opposite hips, and then lift them slowly along her
body and over her head, shaking her hair. "What was that?"

"I took off my shirt," announced Grace, pushing the point. "See?"

"No, you're losing your mind," Jeni retorted, smiling at the apparent
joke even if she didn't understand it. "It's still right there, with the
oatmeal." She reached out and poked Grace's tit.

"Damnit," Grace growled. Jeni was still seeing what she expected to see,
and that wasn't her friend going topless outdoors, even if they were in
a fairly isolated area. "How about this?" She looked down, trying to
pretend she was alone, and concentrated.

It wouldn't have worked at all if not for the fact that the wall of the
dining room, the dumpster, and several evergreens screened the back door
from nearly every angle, and that Grace had been too distracted to
follow her normal routine that morning. The redhead told herself Jeni
wasn't there, forced herself to relax, and was rewarded with a trickle
of urine that quickly became a strong rush. She looked up, feeling
triumphant, and met Jeni's shocked gaze.

"OMG, Grace, that is really fucked up! I can't believe you're peeing
yourself in front of me!"

Grace could barely believe it herself, actually. It was hard to say if
being naked instead of wetting her shorts made it worse or better.
Apparently she had fewer inhibitions than she'd thought. Her bladder
finished emptying itself, and she bounced on the balls of her feet.
"Well?"

"I should be asking you that," Jeni quipped, her usual sense of humor
noticeably muted. "Are you well? What was that for? Your shorts are
soaked!"

"No they're not," retorted Grace, "because I'm not wearing any shorts --
and neither are you. Here; feel!" She grabbed Jeni's wrist and started
pulling it towards her crotch, but the other girl yanked it free.

"Oh, no!" yelped the brunette, looking spooked. "I'm not into this weird
shit! You can just leave me out of your kinky games, okay?" Jeni's eyes
darted back and forth, charting possible escape routes.

"Okay, look, no games," Grace offered, holding up her hands and taking a
small step back to defuse the tension. "Now, you say I just wet my
shorts. Would you say it's pretty noticeable?"

Jeni snorted. "Your crotch is soaked. Yeah, I'd say so."

Grace nodded. "So, I'll bet you I can walk back through the dining hall
and absolutely nobody will say a word about it."

"Yeah, right," scoffed the brunette. "You're gonna sneak through the
kitchen, or pull your shirt down over it, or hide it with a tray or
something, right?"

"Absolutely not. I won't carry anything, and you can arrange my shirt
however you like. I'll even stop and talk to people. My only condition
is that you can't point it out to anybody -- they have to notice it for
themselves."

"And what's the bet?" Jeni asked.

Grace could see her friend thought it was a sucker's wager. The reality
was that Grace had already thought up something she thought Jeni would
jump at. She allowed a small smile to show on her face. "The loser has
to jump off the 5 meter platform during morning swim, naked."

"No way!" squealed Jeni, bending over and trying to suppress a laugh.
"No way," she repeated, "you would never do that in a million years!"

"It doesn't matter, because I'm not going to be the one jumping,"
laughed Grace. "You are."

"You are so full of it! How do I know you're not going to back out after
you lose?"

"Because I say so. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Besides when you told me just now you didn't really piss your pants
because you were naked?" Jeni's protest was half-hearted. "Aren't you
worried about *me* chickening out?"

Grace laughed. "No, because I know you're the kind of crazy bitch who
would do it."

"Damn straight!" Jeni agreed. "Can you imagine how Coach's eyes are
gonna bug out when he sees you? Come on; let's get going before you dry
out."

The two women pushed through the door back into the dining hall. It was
funny, Grace reflected, but she actually was more relaxed than ever;
walking nude past the other swimmers was easy when her only worry was
the nonexistent wet spot on the shorts she wasn't even wearing.

Jeni showed increasing signs of frustration as they made their way past
one person after another. Grace would stop to say "hello" or duck
good-natured queries about what had happened with Wade, but nobody
commented on her appearance.

"I love your rose," Grace confided to Jillian, earning a startled look
from her and a puzzled expression from Jeni. Another few steps and she
was out the door, home free.

"I don't know how you did that," muttered Jeni. "And what did you say to
Jill?"

"Nothing," Grace airily replied. "And I already told you how I did it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for swim." She started out
for their cabin.

"If you're naked, why do you need your suit?" Jeni called from behind
her.

"I don't -- but I still want to wash off the oatmeal!"



Coach Rod had them working on starts that morning. One set of swimmers
would mount the blocks, wait for the buzzer, and then sprint to the
25-meter mark. They'd continue on to the end and exit the pool to
receive critiques while the next wave of swimmers repeated the process.

As usual, the bleachers fronting the pool were packed with spectators
watching the students with careful eyes and furious note-taking. Grace
would have felt more comfortable if she hadn't been promoted into the
lead group with Wade. It was embarrassing to be considered on his level,
even without her earlier breakfast fiasco.

Beside her, Wade stepped onto the block at lane 4 and faced the crowd.
"Wade Ferrari," he announced, before turning back to face down the lane.
The coaches always had the swimmers identify themselves so there'd be no
confusion during the reviews.

"Grace Lemaire," she shouted, waving to the audience. It was sort of
hot, standing there so totally exposed, but with nobody knowing it. She
took another peek at Wade's erection, which didn't seem to have suffered
too much from its unplanned oatmeal scrub. If only he hadn't been so
abrupt! There were so many ways she could have cleansed and soothed his
beautiful penis, and so pleasurably, too...

"Wake up, Lemaire!" barked Coach Rod. "Did we keep you up too late last
night?" Sniggers sounded around her. "Okay, people, remember, swim hard
to the halfway mark -- no slacking! Swimmers, take your marks..."

The tone sounded and Grace convulsed, arrowing into the water and
dolphin kicking her way down the lane and slowly towards the surface.
Ahead of her, on her left, Wade churned through the pool, his cock
extending below him like a miniature rudder. Suddenly he stopped
kicking, and Grace watched the 25 meter marker glide past beneath her.
She put in two more strokes before rolling onto her back and kicking
lazily for the wall.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about breakfast," Grace told Wade as they hung on
the wall and watched the second heat of swimmers take their places on
the blocks.

"It's okay -- I just over-reacted," Wade replied tersely, and then
pulled himself out of the pool.

Grace scrambled to follow him, but he was already walking back down the
side of the pool. She followed, watching his muscular ass, but spared a
wave for Jeni as the brunette went past her in the opposite direction.
Grace thought about trying to talk to Wade again, but she saw Coach Rod
looking at her, and guiltily realized she was supposed to be thinking
about her technique instead.

Soon enough, she was back up on her block again, announcing her name and
trying to ignore the fact she was naked. Grace had an excellent start
and managed to stay nearly even with Wade out to the halfway mark; the
two of them extended their unofficial competition until it was clear he
was pulling away from her.

"You were on fire, Grace," Wade complemented her at the wall. "I had to
work for that one."

"I got a lucky start," she demurred, pausing as she noticed the block in
lane 2 where Jeni should have been standing was empty.

"Hey, Grace!" Jeni shouted from the top of the 5 meter platform. The
brunette waved rapidly, spread her arms wide, and quickly performed a
fairly credible dive, although she went over a little too far and her
legs kicked up a fair amount of water when she went in.

Grace realized instantly what had to be happening. "Wade, do me a
favor!" she asked.

He turned from where he'd been watching Jeni. "What is it?"

"I know this sounds weird, but pretend Jeni is naked when she gets out
of the pool!"

"What?" he repeated, obviously confused.

"Just pretend she's skinny-dipping! Sssssh!" Grace turned away from him
and watched Jeni break the surface and swim over to join them.

"How was that?" Jeni crowed, eyes flashing with excitement and nerves.

Grace laughed. "I don't think you're ready to join the diving team." She
pulled herself out of the water and offered a hand to Jeni.

"You didn't notice anything else?" the brunette asked, looking about.
The other members of Grace's heat were walking away, and the next wave
of swimmers hadn't reached them yet. Wade didn't seem to be paying much
attention, so she reluctantly popped out of the water to stand next to
Grace.

"Did you lose your swimsuit somewhere?" Wade asked unexpectedly, from
where he still floated in the water alongside the wall. He eyed Jeni
with evident appreciation.

"*What?!*" With a strangled scream, Jeni contorted herself in a futile
attempt to conceal her body; she succeeded only in drawing the attention
of others. The brunette hastily jumped back into the pool and hugged the
wall while she glared at her friend. "You said nobody would notice!"

Grace, doubled over with laughter, couldn't find the breath to respond.
She caught sight of Jeni's expression and laughed harder.

After watching their somewhat mystifying byplay, Wade moved slightly
closer to Jeni. "She told me to pretend you were naked," he confessed, a
hint of a twinkle in his eyes.

The brunette's mouth opened in outraged realization. "You... You two
deserve each other!" She pushed Wade's head under water, using him to
leverage herself out of the pool, and toppled the off-balance redhead
back in. "I'm gonna get you for that, bitch!" The threat was somewhat
undermined by the laugh that followed it.

"What was that all about?" Wade asked, looking from where Jeni was doing
something behind the base of the diving platform back to Grace.

"I---" Grace's mouth opened but no further words emerged. She couldn't
think of anything to say that wouldn't sound crazy or stupid, or both,
and the swimmers from the following heat were climbing out around them.
"It was a private joke."

"So I gathered," Wade commented, moving a little closer but making no
motion to get out. "But as a helpful participant in your private joke,
don't I get to hear the punchline?"

His intent look made Grace feel a little breathless and rattled. "Have
you ever wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of
everybody?" Her nipples were tighter than the temperature could account
for, and not all of the moisture gleaming on the redhead's toned thighs
was chlorinated water.

A slightly pained expression crossed Wade's face and Grace silently
castigated herself for blurting out such a stupid question. "You mean,
like here, now?" he rasped, evidently humoring her.

"Yes." Grace bit her tongue to avoid saying anything else dumb, and sat
back on her heels while her fingers nervously felt for stray tendrils of
hair that might be escaping the back of her cap.

Wade seemed content to bob in the pool, frustrating her. "I dunno," he
equivocated.

Why couldn't he just climb out? Grace was dying to lay eyes on his cock
again. He could just hoist his ripped body out and stand on the deck
beside her -- that would put his wonderful meat right about eye level.
Actually, it would be right about mouth level, too.

Grace wasn't really that kind of girl, especially in public like this,
but if Wade put his strong hands on her head and pulled her onto his
cock, well, there really wouldn't be anything she could do about it, was
there? She wouldn't want to make a scene, so she'd have to relax and let
him pound into her mouth until he emptied his load down her throat. The
thought of swallowing didn't seem as repulsive as she'd thought, and
besides then he'd...

"Why don't you just get a room?" Jeni jibed.

Her eyes flew open. Grace hadn't realized she'd closed them, or that
she'd let one of her hands drop to the juncture between her thighs.
Actually, the way she had her legs spread and her tits stuck out would
have had her mother frowning, even if Grace *had* been wearing a
swimsuit. A sudden wave of heat swept her body, but it was arousal
rather than embarrassment.

"Whatever, Jeni," Wade said, sounding bored, and finally emerged from
the water. He strode past the two girls without another look.

"When I said you should talk to him, I didn't mean to throw youself at
him," Jeni commented after a moment of silence. "But hey, you were
talking, right? I think he likes you."

"I don't," Grace said morosely, rising slowly to her feet. Her eyes
hadn't been mislead by phantom swimwear, and she'd seen the way Wade's
erection had drooped when he'd gotten out. Every guy in sight was
sporting a hard-on, and when she accidentally gave Wade a little show,
he *lost* his? "Am I ugly?"

"Where do you think up this shit?" growled Jeni. "You are hot, and you
know it! If I had a cock, I'd fuck you myself!" She slapped Grace on the
ass, apparently not feeling the bare skin beneath her palm. "Maybe next
time *you* go off the high dive naked -- I can't believe nobody's said
anything!" The brunette looked around, as if daring somebody to make a
comment.

"I guess they were too distracted by my hotness!" Grace joked, feeling
better. "C'mon -- we're both behind, and Coach is looking a little
pissed!"



Coach Rod *was* upset -- and worse, from Grace's point of view, he was
disappointed. She and Jeni spent the rest of the morning doing sprints
under the watchful eyes of several trainers. After the first few lengths
of the pool, Grace was too tired to care who was staring at her. Her
legs felt rubbery by the time the two of them were released for lunch.

"Betcha they'd notice *now*," Jeni giggled to Grace under the spray of
the outdoor shower. She ran a finger suggestively along the top of her
shoulder, where a strap would be if she actually were wearing a suit.

Grace covertly eyed the group of trainers observing them and making
notes. The redhead wasn't so sure, although she was surprised Jeni would
even joke about it. "Don't even think about it," she threatened, lightly
slapping away Jeni's hand. Grace was *almost* sure Jeni wouldn't
actually flash anybody, but she didn't know how to explain away the lack
of reaction, and she was too enervated to try and deal with it all now,
anyway.

She stole another glance at their audience, wondering what they could
find to write about, and inadvertently met the eyes of one of the women
looking back at her.

The woman was tall, slim, and attractive, but distinguished mostly by
the fact that she was one of the few people who actually *did* seem to
be clothed. Her dress looked expensive and laughably out of place at the
camp, and if Grace had owned a pair of heels like that, she wouldn't
have worn them near a pool or anywhere else they might possibly get wet.

Technically, with the sunglasses shielding her eyes, Grace couldn't
really tell where the woman was looking, but she felt sure she was being
examined. The woman's expression remained neutral, but it made Grace
feel uncomfortable. The redhead turned away and reached for the water
valve, wishing there really were towels on the empty shelf. "C'mon,
already -- I'm starving; aren't you?"

"You know food isn't going to distract me from plotting my revenge,
right?" Jeni asked, wiping herself down with her hands.

"Yeah, do your best," was Grace's distracted reply. She refused to let
herself look back to see if the woman was still watching.



Grace was still distracted during afternoon workout. Without trying to
be obvious about it, she kept an eye on her surroundings, feeling
somewhat relieved the woman in the dress was absent, but equally
disappointed that Wade wasn't anywhere to be seen, either. Maybe it was
her divided attention, and maybe it was the lingering effect of her
extra morning sprints, but the redhead dropped a weight she'd thought
was safely on the bar, barely missing her unprotected foot.

"I'm okay!" she yelped sheepishly, certain everybody in the gym suddenly
was looking at her. Worse, it seemed Grace's attempts to fly under the
radar of the trainers were about to come to naught. "Oh, no! Can't you
distract them?" she whispered to Jeni, who stared knowingly at her from
the other end of the bar.

The brunette's eyes glinted as she turned to the first of the
approaching trainers. "Hey, Coach! You know those flexibility drills you
were showing me yesterday?"

Grace smiled her appreciation, but frowned as Jeni continued talking.

"Grace, here, was asking me about them but I'm not sure I remember them
correctly -- can you show her?" She grinned wickedly at the redhead's
obvious lack of enthusiasm.

"No, it's okay..." Grace demurred, starting to back away. She twitched
as if prodded at the feel of something wet sliding across her ass, and
tried to move away from the man behind her.

"Nonsense," said the trainer facing her. He smiled at Jeni like a cat
watching a mouse, and his heavy cock pulsed, emitting a drop of gleaming
moisture from its tip. "That's what we're here for! We can take the time
now to run through them with you, Grace, and help Jeni review at the
same time."

Murmurs of assent greeted his common-sense suggestion. Grace wanted no
part of them, but was strangely reluctant to make a scene or offend
them. After all, the trainers were just there to help, weren't they? She
tried to hide her lack of enthusiasm as the men herded her and Jeni away
from the weight benches.

"We'll just work freestyle, so the two of you can see each other," a
trainer explained. "That will make it easier for you to practice by
yourselves. All you really need is a clear area of floor and something
to brace yourself with."

Grace hadn't really paid any attention to the apparatus in front of her
before then, but frankly it was just a vertical pole set in the floor.
Jeni carelessly grabbed it with one hand and let her weight pull her
around it; Grace's eyes narrowed but her train of thought was broken by
the coach.

"Okay, let's get you set up," the man directed, gesturing to the others.
"Jeni, Grace, you just stand on opposite sides facing each other. Good!"
His voice sounded a little rougher. "So first, we're going to stretch.
Reach up, touching as high as you can without bouncing or jumping."

The redhead positioned her feet just wide enough to provide some
stability, and then reached out to grab the pole a little above her
head. Grace stuck out her tongue at Jeni, who was doing the same thing
opposite her, and then started walking her hands higher on the pole.

"Closer!" grated one of the men behind her. A meaty hand pushed suddenly
on Grace's ass, forcing her unexpectedly against the pole and making her
gasp in surprise. She teetered and might have fallen, but the hand
remained, trapping her in place. The smooth metal was chill between
Grace's breasts. "Stretch, come on, both of you!"

Grace vacillated momentarily, caught between chagrin at being taken off
guard, gratitude for the assistance, and a momentary fear someone would
notice how wet she was. Then she remembered they'd see only nondescript
shorts and T-shirt, and vowed Jeni wasn't going to beat her here. The
redhead extended herself, as if she were in a dive, going for every last
fraction of an inch and trusting the hand behind her to keep her
upright.

"Good girl," the trainer complemented her, his voice soft beside her
ear, "but you can do more -- don't forget your toes!" His hand shifted
slightly higher, to the small of her back, but then its mate caught
Grace between her legs and lifted, urging her higher.

She couldn't help blushing, fighting the urge to let all of the tone go
out of her legs and let herself be impaled on those fingers that were
just grazing the entrance to her molten core. Instead, Grace pushed
higher, straightening en pointe like a ballerina, and prayed he wouldn't
think she was just sweating -- God, she'd die of embarrassment!

"And hold -- excellent. Relax." That tantalizing touch lessened in force
and then retreated fractionally, urging her body to follow it.

Grace realized she'd closed her eyes and opened them again, to see Jeni
grinning at her. "See? I told you this wasn't hard!" the brunette
chortled.

"A little focus, please?" reproved the trainer who was spotting for
Jeni.

Her trainer spoke gruffly but without emotion, as if the exchange were
beneath him. "And again: stretch!" His hand moved firmly upwards,
fingers dipping ever so slightly between Grace's folds, before her
reaction carried her body higher and momentarily free of him.

She poised, trembling with concentration, proud that she was holding
position with less assistance this time, and hoped she wouldn't have to
stay there too long. Almost at the point Grace feared she might
collapse, the "and relax" released her. Her tired legs took her down a
little faster than she'd intended, driving those fingers ever so
slightly into her before the trainer matched her rate of descent.

"Good," the man acknowledged, sounding pleased. "Now, let's continue to
repeat, but without the pauses. Stretch" -- his fingers prodded her --
"and relax, three. Stretch, and four."

Both girls were breathing deeply, and a thin sheen of perspiration
allowed Grace's body to slide easily along the pole. Her nipples felt
ready to burst as she chased those fingers up and down, and once she
thought she felt Jeni's nipple brushing against her own. The men
surrounding them moved closer, and Grace felt her trainer shifting his
hand on her back again.

At the end of the tenth repetition, Grace's dripping pussy encountered
something bulbous and much larger than a finger. "Oh!" she gasped,
feeling the head of the trainer's penis spread her lips as she came down
onto her heels.

"And stretch!" he hissed, his breath warm on the back of Grace's neck.

She pushed herself reflexively off his erection, astonished at her
reaction. Somehow, with all her focus on the issue of everybody's
missing clothing, Grace had let herself forget about all of the graphic
sex acts she'd witnessed the previous day. She hadn't really considered
they could happen to her, too -- or that, maybe, they already had!

Part of her wanted to grab Jeni and run from there as fast as she could,
until she found somebody who could see and believe what had happened to
her. Another, shameful, part wanted to squat and bury that thick cock
deep inside her, where it could scratch the needy itch that left her so
wet.

"...and eleven..."

Both lost out to the obedient part. Grace reluctantly settled back onto
her heels and the fleshy shaft between her thighs, and just as
reluctantly resisted the temptation to sink even lower. It left her,
again, with the worst of both worlds -- literally fucking the man behind
her, but without getting more than a tease of sensation.

She couldn't believe she was doing this! At least, Grace told herself,
she wasn't a slut. How could Jeni not feel what was happening? "Just
concentrate on the rhythm," the redhead told herself as she stretched on
her toes for the twelfth time.

Grace's resolve lasted three more strokes; by eighteen, she was holding
onto the shuddering pole while her trainer plowed her forcefully from
behind at a double-time pace, each thrust jarring her as his groin
seated itself against her ass. Across from her, Jeni continued to smile
into space and move slowly up and down while the trainer behind the
brunette churned his cock into her.

Her orgasm, when it came, surprised Grace with its intensity and the
speed of its onset. She'd been aroused for so long that her peaking
excitement hadn't really registered, and the sudden release left her
limp and gasping. The redhead's hands straightened and then clenched on
air, but there was no risk of falling with her body crushed against the
pole and her drenched pussy impaled on that big cock.

She'd barely started to regain her breath when he slammed her against
the pole a final time and Grace felt his cock contracting inside her,
emptying the trainer's balls into her more-than-welcoming receptacle.
"And done," he panted; she could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"Good job, Lemaire," he added, pulling out and stepping away from her.

"Thank you, Coach," she replied, unsure how to respond. Grace felt her
face heating and looked at the floor, unable to face either him or Jeni.
She could feel his jism starting to leak down the inside of her thigh.
Unwillingly she raised her eyes to look at his cock, still gleaming with
her moisture, and then darted a quick look at his face, which looked
back at her with a knowing expression. Grace felt simultaneously
degraded and liberated, and curiously breathless. Nobody outside of the
circle of trainers seemed to have taken any notice of any of it.

"Perhaps you'd like to lead the next exercise, Coach Gunter?" The
trainer who'd fucked Grace looked at an older man with salt-and-pepper
hair and a weathered face.

Gunter nodded. "Certainly, yes. Ladies, if you will arrange yourselves
in front of the pole like so?" He casually manhandled Jeni into position
about three feet from the pole, nudged her feet apart, and bent her over
from the waist until her back was nearly horizontal and she was gripping
the pole tightly with outstretched hands.

Under his intent gaze, Grace positioned herself the same way, blushing
again when he moved her legs wider, exposing her still-dripping pussy to
her audience. She knew she was going to get fucked again; almost, she
was anticipating it. One of the trainers had already stepped up behind
Jeni and, without pretense, thrust himself into her. Again, none of the
other students seemed to be paying any attention.

"I think we will want another spotter here," Gunter mused. "You! You are
between sets? Good; please to come here."

Grace looked over her shoulder and saw George trotting over, his hard
dick bobbing back and forth above his hairless groin. He absently wiped
a smear of what looked like semen from his cheek. "Hey, Coach -- what's
up?"

She abruptly looked away. It was one thing to be doing this in front of
Jeni -- she looked like such a slut; already, the first trainer was
spurting his load onto her back and a second was edging closer. The
others were coaches -- they were *supposed* to be watching her and
helping her improve. But George was just another swimmer, and one of the
guys. Did she have to do this in front of him?

It was worse. "You must hold her here," instructed Gunter, placing
George's hands on her waist, just above her hips. "Firmly," he
emphasized. An erect penis -- it had to be George's -- scraped across
Grace's ass and then inserted itself into her sloppy pussy. "Good."

George suddenly shoved himself deeper into the redhead, making her teeth
click. "Whoops! Sorry about that; wasn't expecting it." He withdrew
slightly, and then lunged ahead with a slight grunt.

"Wow! Can't you feel it in your hamstrings? This always leaves me
feeling so loose!" Jeni sounded both pleased and totally oblivious to
the shafting she was receiving, as well as the coach furiously stroking
the cock he was aiming at her face. It suddenly erupted, spewing spunk
onto the brunette's cheek and hair.

Grace concentrated on her slowly warming pussy, trying to rock back
against George and increase the power and amplitude of his thrusts. He
was curiously uncoordinated, which she found especially unrewarding
following the more satisfying fuck she'd experienced just before. A
third man was plowing Jeni now -- a waste, in Grace's estimation, since
Jeni didn't seem to be appreciating the experience at all.

George paused; it was almost enough to make Grace scream with
frustration. He started thrusting again, but still with far less force
than she needed or wanted. Grace schooled her expression when she caught
sight of Gunter out of the corner of her eye; he walked to stand beside
her, his penis slick and showing a glob of semen at the tip.

The trainer watched her a moment longer before gesturing to the others.
"I believe Miss Lemaire may require some additional assistance." Before
she could react, he grabbed Grace's breast and fondled it, squeezing a
sensitive nipple between two rough fingers.

She writhed, her body jolted by the sudden sensation, and then somebody
else was teasing her other breast and a finger was stroking her clit.
Almost immediately, Grace exploded, and she would have fallen but for
the men supporting her upper body. Warm spunk jetted onto her face, and
somebody took advantage of her limp arms to stand in front of her and
force his cock into her mouth.

They teased her relentlessly, heating Grace's body with their knowing
touches, and then somebody replaced George behind her and the redhead
climaxed again as the men used her like a rag fuckdoll. The penis
filling her mouth emptied itself down her throat and retreated, only to
be replaced with George's slim cock.

A corner of Grace's mind noted the distinctive mole on his hairless
groin as she sucked his stiff erection between her lips and tasted
herself on him. More people must have joined the crowd, because Grace
felt warm liquid spattering on her back and ass even as they coaxed
another orgasm from her and a fresh load of semen overflowed her
saturated pussy.

The next intruder quenched itself in her well-used snatch before
withdrawing and pressing against her anus. Grace would have tensed if
she hadn't been in total sensory overload, but her rosebud opened to
accept the rigid weapon and she felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. A
tongue began lapping at her clit, and the redhead bucked helplessly
again.

Grace's universe contracted; there was no exercise room, no onlookers --
not even any men. Only the unchecked desire of her wanton body existed,
along with the fleshy appendages that teased and penetrated her.

Of them all, the penis in her mouth seemed curiously resistant to the
redhead's charms. It remained unyieldingly rigid and teased her with the
taste of precum that leaked from its tip, but George failed to give her
his seed. Hazily, Grace quailed at the thought word might get out that
she'd blown him but been inadequate, and redoubled her oral efforts.

George was trembling, leading Grace to believe she was about to be
rewarded for her efforts, when he surprised her and stepped back,
pulling his twitching cock out of her mouth. "That was... harder... than
it looked," he gasped apologetically to the trainer standing beside him
with a hand on the swimmer's arm.

"I can do it," Jeni volunteered, moving to take his place. Her face
glistened with moisture and cum was leaking from the pussy suddenly
staring Grace in the face.

Grace turned her face away, unenthusiastic about licking another girl,
and found herself looking right at a trio of spectators watching them --
watching her -- from just beyond the circle of trainers. The woman from
that morning was there, a clipboard held at her side, with the same
unrevealing expression on her face. Two equally well-dressed gentlemen
bracketed her; one studied the redhead with pursed lips while the other
jotted something on his iPad.

Jeni moved closer, almost rubbing her snatch against Grace's face, but
the spell was broken. All Grace could think of was that she'd let so
many men fuck her that she'd lost count, right in the middle of the
workout room, and gotten off so many times that she must be the biggest
slut in the universe. Even as she considered the idea in appalled
fascination, her hips continued to rotate for the benefit of her latest
guest, who was churning the mixed loads of semen clogging her pussy with
his well-proportioned manhood.

"I think that is enough exercise for one day," Gunter decided. Just that
quickly, the men released her and Grace collapsed to her hands and
knees, feeling like she'd just run a marathon. A final few spurts of
jism landed on her lower back.

"Wow, Grace, you really got into the zone," Jeni said, offering the
redhead a hand up.

"Really," agreed George, still apparently unconscious of his erection
and the thin bead of precum drooling from it. "I got tired, just
watching you!"

Grace staggered to her feet, swaying momentarily, and wondered exactly
what time it was. All of the other students already were gone; the three
mysterious observers were just exiting, followed by the trainers and
coaches. At least it meant she didn't have to face anybody else right
away... "Did you see Wade this afternoon?" she whispered to Jeni after
letting George get ahead of them.

"Not that I saw." Jeni smirked. "What, hoping to impress him with your
physical prowess? Why don't you just fall across his lap at dinner? Or
spill something else on him and offer to help 'clean him up'?" She made
a rude gesture with her tongue.

The slim redhead laughed involuntarily. "Maybe I'll try that," she
retorted, trying to project more assurance than she felt. She wiped a
hand half-heartedly across her sticky ass; after all, Wade was just one
guy -- no matter how cute he was.

"Oh, please!" Jeni rolled her eyes theatrically. "You know you freeze up
like a deer in headlights every time a guy notices you. I bet if Wade
ever actually touched you, you'd pass out on the spot!"

"I'm tougher than that," snorted Grace, pushing open the door to the
showers. "And you lost the last bet you made, if you remember. Maybe you
don't want to push your luck."

"Yeah, about that..." Jeni crossed her arms and lifted her hands from
the waist, apparently thinking she was removing her shirt. "Don't think
I'm not going to get even with you for telling Wade that!"

"What?" Grace paused, feeling confused.

Jeni peered at her for a moment, and then shook her head. "Sometimes I
think you really *are* delusional. When you had him tell me I was naked?
God! I thought I was going to die when he told me it came off in the
dive!"

"Umm," the redhead mumbled, feeling as though she'd totally lost the
thread of the conversation.

"Come *on*," Jeni laughed. "You know what time it is -- they'll be
choosing the junior trainers any time now, and the big guns are in,
giving everyone the eye. No *way* would I go skinny-dipping in broad
daylight!" She paused to look at Grace and then continued. "I figured my
gold thong would look like I was naked from a distance, but then when
Wade spoke up..."

"Oh," said Grace, her hand finding the water valve on the second try.

Jeni's face sobered. "You noticed I was wearing it, right?" She looked
around, seeing nobody else, but lowered her voice anyway. "Shit... Do
you still think we're naked? I mean, before we took off our clothes for
the shower?"

Grace thought about trying again to convince her friend, but decided to
admit defeat -- at least for the moment. "No, of course not," she
replied, forcing a smile. "I was just trying to get even with you for
cheating and wearing the thong."

The brunette laughed, her good cheer instantly restored. "Good, because
can you imagine doing all those stretches in front of everybody in the
nude? Oh my God!"

"You have no idea," Grace responded, letting the warm spray sluice the
copious male deposits from her body. "You have no idea." She'd lost
practically the entire afternoon to that orgiastic haze, and although
she was a little sore, especially between the legs, the scary part was
that Grace still felt turned on.



Conversation at dinner was all about who had performed well during that
day's exercises, and rumors about what the coaching staff thought, and
Jeni's crazy dive. Grace watched and listened with an air of detached
bemusement, and tried to psych herself up to say something to Wade when
he appeared.

She was simultaneously disappointed and relieved when he didn't appear,
although George assured her Wade was okay when she got the nerve to ask.
The redhead thought for a moment about grabbing him instead and
finishing what she'd started that afternoon, but thought better of it.
She was surrounded by hard cock, and told herself she wasn't looking
just for physical gratification.

Not that physical gratification wouldn't have been... gratifying, Grace
admitted to herself. She kept losing the threads of the conversations
that swirled around her, distracted by the toned bodies on display.
Every erection she saw led to a mental image of her riding it; every
pussy left the redhead wondering what it would look like stretched and
filled by a hard, thrusting cock.

Grace was keyed up and on edge all evening, and tossed restlessly on her
bed after turning in. She wondered, again, why everybody was naked, and
who had -- or hadn't -- noticed that fact, and how long it had been
happening, and what it all meant. Distracted as she'd been, it hadn't
escaped her notice that nobody talking to Jeni about her dive had
mentioned a thing about what the brunette had been wearing until after
they'd heard about the thong (either from Jeni herself, or indirectly
from a friend).

It suggested some interesting opportunities for further experimentation
when... "Aaaaah!" Grace silently screamed to herself; she was so horny
she could hardly think straight. The redhead glanced at Jeni, sleeping
quietly in her own bed, and gingerly touched herself, feeling the
wetness that had collected between her lips. It felt wrong, somehow, and
she stopped almost immediately.

She lay there, wide awake, a few minutes longer, and then slipped
quietly from her bed. Nobody was supposed to be out after curfew, but
Grace decided she'd sneak out anyway. Maybe she'd learn something, and
at the very least, she'd burn off some nervous energy.

The camp was dark, with only scattered pools of light coming a few
scattered security lamps and the windows of the common buildings. Grace
ghosted across the grounds towards the staff offices; the air wasn't
quite chill enough to warrant a windbreaker or sweatshirt, but it was a
little uncomfortable for somebody who wasn't wearing anything.

Grace edged up to the window outside Coach Rod's office, but it was
unoccupied and the only illumination came from the hallway outside the
opened door. She thought about it and headed towards the dining hall.
Sure enough, there was a murmur of voices coming from inside the doors;
the redhead edged along one corner, trying not to prick her bare feet on
small sticks hidden behind the shrubbery, until she could dart a look
through a window.

All of the coaches and visiting trainers were present, sitting casually
on the floor in the cleared center of the room. Their attention, and
Grace's, was focused on a bulletin board erected against a wall. It was
covered with pictures of the swimmers, separated into several groups. As
Grace watched, Coach Rod pinned a headshot to the center of the board,
and then pulled another from the left side.

He turned to look at her, and she ducked guiltily. Level voices resumed,
and Grace realized Coach hadn't seen her -- he'd just been looking at
the people sitting along the tables nearer the window. The redhead was
tempted to stay longer, but the windows were too dirty to see clearly,
and nobody was talking loud enough to be comprehensible from her
position outside. Besides, Grace's nerves were still jumping from her
scare -- being caught breaking curfew would be bad enough, but to be
found eavesdropping on their private discussions would be worse.

Carefully, Grace retraced her steps as far as the sidewalk, and then
hesitated only a moment before turning towards the pools; she was too
wound up to consider sleeping, and if the entire staff was in the hall
behind her, then she had free run of the rest of the camp.

The big pool was as smooth as glass, dimly illuminated by a single lamp
situated at one end of the bleachers. Wisps of mist lifted from the warm
water to eddy in the cooler air, but Grace's attention was fixed on the
diving platform. What had Jeni felt when she'd climbed it that morning?

Grace didn't consider herself an exhibitionist, the past two days
notwithstanding, but she was getting accustomed to walking around naked
when everyone else was too. But was there a difference between just
being seen, and displaying yourself? She put a hand on the stair railing
and looked around reflexively; there was nothing to see but the long,
inky shadows cast by the light on the other side of the pool.

The redhead clambered upwards, imagining it was daytime. The swimmers
would be in the water below her, churning down their lanes. The
bleachers would be filled with people, but their eyes would be on the
activity in the pool, not on her; not yet. She reached the lower
platform, feeling the chill of a faint breeze that hadn't been evident
before.

She walked slowly onto the platform, holding the rail and looking down
at the near end of the pool. Grace was exposed now, but even her
imaginary spectators might not have noticed her yet. And after all, it
was a diving platform -- people went up it all the time, even if they
weren't members of the diving team.

Feeling suddenly daring, Grace stepped to the center of the platform and
faced away from the edge behind her. She spread her feet wide apart and
bent at the waist, leaning just enough to support her upper body with
her fingertips. Two quick twerks, just enough movement to attract
attention from below, and Grace's heart hammered in her chest.

She flexed her hips again. It wasn't a ladylike position, and she was
quite exposed, even if she'd been wearing her swimsuit. People would be
looking at her, nudging their neighbors and pointing. But the thought
that made Grace wet was that some of those watchers might realize she
wasn't wearing a suit.

They'd laugh to themselves at the girl who thought she was teasing them
without realizing she was showing all her secrets to the world. The
platform wasn't so high that in daylight they couldn't see every inch of
her. They'd look at her tight ass, the bared lips of her sex, and the
generous mounds of her breasts. Those with sharp eyes would be able to
see how hard her nipples were, and see the moisture leaking from her
ready slit.

Grace knew they'd be thinking about fucking her. She didn't understand
what was happening, or how long it had been going on, but there'd be
people down there waiting for her to dive into the water and emerge from
the pool, and then they'd fuck her. There would be words and distracting
gestures, but they'd haze her mind and then use her body like a pliant,
warm fucktoy.

They wouldn't understand the joke was really on *them*. If she'd been
asked before experiencing it, Grace would have been shocked, but the
truth was, the slim coed *liked* getting fucked -- a lot. She'd never
imagined she could have so many orgasms, or be used so vigorously and
still want more, but she did. The redhead knew she wasn't really a slut
-- there was no way she'd be exposing herself like this if there
*really* had been people down there -- but if those men were going to
ram their cocks in her, why shouldn't she get off on it?

Just the thought of it made her leak even more. Her clit was crying for
attention, but Grace couldn't bring herself to masturbate out in the
open, even at night; it was just too skanky. "Plausible deniability,"
that was the phrase she was looking for. Surely she could
"unconsciously" entice some man if she happened to find one, but the
morning swim wouldn't start until 8 AM. God, was she horny, though! She
stood up, feeling frustrated; how would she last the night like this?

Grace eyed the still water below her and dove in, perhaps not as nicely
as Bethany would have, but definitely with less "tail" than Jeni had
managed. Any hopes for a "cold shower" effect were dashed by the pool
temperature, which actually was warmer than the air. Nevertheless, Grace
lazily eeled her way down the length of the pool, letting the familiar
rhythmic motion sooth her.

The cold shower effect set in when Grace hoisted herself out of the pool
and the warmth was sucked almost instantly out of her body. "Oh, shit!"
she cursed quietly, and slipped back into the water to think.

Of course, there weren't any towels to be had anywhere. She could head
back to her room and use the sheet from the bed, but sleeping in damp
linen was unappealing, she wouldn't be able to get another one from
housekeeping right away, and she might wake up Jeni. The other
alternative was to go somewhere more sheltered until she dried off...
Grace's head pivoted towards the gymnasium.

The redhead pulled herself onto the deck, and then scampered rapidly in
the direction of the darkened building. She bypassed the outdoor pool
shower, figuring she could use the (heated) showers in the locker room
to rinse the tell-tale chlorine out of her hair. Grace grinned at the
thought there was nobody to see her streaking, and sighed in
satisfaction when she found the building unlocked, as she'd expected.

A muted "clunk" punctured her self-congratulatory mood, and Grace froze
in place just inside the doorway, listening. She heard it again, maybe
half a minute later, coming from the workout area. The redhead knew she
should leave, but curiosity easily outweighed the prospect of a freezing
run back to her room and a damp bed. She crept silently through the
darkened locker room towards the gym itself.

Light showed under the door; Grace gingerly eased it open, listening,
and peered out when she heard no reaction to her presence. Her eyes
widened and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, involuntarily
sucking in a breath.

Wade Ferrari lay on one of the weight benches, his rock-hard erection
projecting almost flat against his ripped abs as he pressed the weighted
bar in his hands slowly higher, exhaling as his arms reached nearly full
extension. Grace had been crushing on him since forever, and now there
was nothing to distract her taking in the long lines of his body, the
way the muscles ran under his skin, or the shock of dark hair that
always made her want to run her fingers through it...

After a few seconds, he released the hold and brought the bar down to
the rests above the bench, sucking in a breath as the weights clunked to
rest. Grace remembered to breath too, staring appreciately at every inch
of him, especially the deliciously rigid tool projecting from his
hairless groin. Below it, his equally bare sack called to her, begging
to be caressed and licked. His skin gleamed with exertion, exuding a
faint but entrancing musk that made her mouth and pussy water.

Grace had never wanted to masturbate more than she did just then, but a
sudden thought paralyzed her in the doorway. Why did she have to creep
off and settle for second best when she had the real deal right in front
of her? It would be unbearably humiliating if she said something and
Wade turned her down, no matter what Jeni said, but who said he ever had
to know?

She fought her expression back to studied nonchalance and eased the rest
of the way into the gym. "Hey, Wade, I didn't realize you were here."

The bar slammed back onto the rest, harder than it had a minute earlier.
"Grace!" Wade sat up quickly, almost hitting his forehead on the bar,
and lay back down. "I was, um, just working out. What are you doing
here?"

"Just couldn't sleep," she answered, hoping he'd overlook her wet skin
as easily as his mind filled in clothing. "You know you aren't supposed
to be doing this by yourself. It's dangerous; Coach would kick your ass
if he knew."

"I'm okay," Wade objected, sounding a little defensive. "It's just hard
to concentrate during the day, with everybody staring at you, you know?
It feels so... overpowering." He shrugged. "I feel like I get twice as
much done if I don't have to worry about somebody hovering over me and
fixing every little thing."

"God, I know what you mean," Grace agreed, "but that's still no excuse
for breaking the rules. What if you got hurt?"

"Give it a break already, okay, Grace? It's not like you wouldn't get
your ass kicked just as hard if you were caught... skulking around."
Wade looked away from her. "I can take care of myself."

Grace took a calming breath and walked around in front of him. "I'm not
saying you can't. But I could spot for you, and we'd be following the
rules..." His smirk flustered her. "Mostly following the rules, and
maybe I could learn something. You know you're the best athlete here."

The flattery, however true, didn't seem to affect him, and Grace felt
herself getting frustrated. "C'mon, Wade, I'm not as much of a spazz as
you think I am; I'm serious about this too." Her voice almost broke at
the end of the sentence, and she felt about ready to give up on him.

"I don't think you're a spazz," Wade said, his voice pinning her in
place. "You almost beat me in sprints this morning, Grace -- you're an
awesome swimmer, especially for a walk-on." He looked her right in the
eyes for a timeless moment. "There's nobody I'd rather work out with;
you just took me by surprise, that's all."

She resisted the urge to bounce up and down like a little girl, and
walked around to the head of the bench instead. "So, are you ready for
your next set?" Grace needed a minute or two to think; she hadn't
thought so far ahead, and she couldn't just jump on Wade and rape him --
even if the thought of it made her wet. How did the coaches do it? They
always seemed to have a way of making it seem so innocent that most
people didn't even notice.

Wade had stretched back out on the bench, and looked up at her; his eyes
seemed to take a long time to reach her face, although Grace reminded
herself she was hot enough to be worth looking at even in shorts and a
T-shirt. Besides, just because her mind was in the gutter didn't mean
Wade's was; she smiled at him and tried not to look too blatantly at his
throbbing erection.

"Actually, I finished my reps here," Wade said, sitting up again. "Do
you want to do some?"

"Not at your weight," laughed Grace, pleased to buy some more time. "Not
unless you want to explain my crushed body to Coach Rod!"

Wade laughed too. "Shit, no! What do you want?" Working together, they
unloaded the bar and then set it up for Grace.

The redhead positioned herself on the bench, and it was her turn to look
up at Wade, who was standing just behind her head. His ruddy cock
projected above her face, not quite close enough to taste, although the
male scent of his body was intoxicating. She ran off her first set of
presses, moving the bar smoothly up and down a dozen times before
setting it back onto the stand.

"Your position isn't quite right," Wade commented. "Can you scoot up a
little higher?" Before Grace could respond, he reached down to grip her
under the arms, and tugged her just a little bit closer to the head of
the bench; she froze, electrified by the momentary feel of his hands
grazing the sides of her breasts.

He seemed as flustered as she was. "Sorry," he stuttered, yanking his
hands back. "It didn't look like your shoulders were under the bar. Try
the next set and see if you can feel any difference."

Grace obediently lifted the weights and lowered them before lifting. It
did seem like it felt slightly easier, although it was difficult to
concentrate on anything other than the tingling where Wade had touched
her. She fought not to race through the second set, trying to maintain
her form. "Can we move on?" she asked, as soon as the bar was back on
the stand. "I don't want to overtrain today." Her lack of breath wasn't
from being winded.

"Sure," Wade answered agreeably, before turning to scan the other
equipment. Together, they started removing the weights from the bar.
"Hey, how about the agonizer?"

"The what?" Grace laughed, trying not to drop the weight in her hands.

"The agonizer," he repeated, gesturing for her to follow. "The thigh
machine -- maybe it's different for you, but no guy should have to
spread his legs like that. Anyway, one of the trainers showed a few of
us this killer workout."

Grace watched Wade check the pads on the outside of the thigh arms,
insert the pin at a preposterously low point on the weight stack, and
then climb into the seat. "Here, watch," he said, pressing the pads out
against the insides of his legs. "For me, this is the agonizing part!"
he quipped. After tugging his thighs a little farther apart, Wade
engaged the weights.

"Are you doing anything?" the redhead asked after a minute. It looked
like Wade was just sitting there, spread wide, his erection on display.
Of course, she reflected, his thighs would have had to be the size of
her waist to budge the stupendous weight on the cable.

"Yeah," Wade answered, the stress in his voice at odds with his
apparently relaxed appearance. "Here," he gestured, beckoning her stand
in front of him.

Gingerly, she complied; if the arms between his legs did close, she'd be
squashed between them, but there was no chance of that happening. His
throbbing cock was right in front of her.

"Give me your hand," he requested, reaching out but waiting for her
acknowledgement. Grace let him take it and position it on his inner
thigh. It wouldn't really have been worthy of notice if he'd been
wearing shorts like he thought, but all she could think of was that it
was less than a handspan from his manhood.

She could feel his muscles alternately contracting and relaxing beneath
her palm. "See, it's all about the resistance and isolation," Wade said,
but Grace could barely hear him past the pulse that was beating in her
ears.

"Oh, I see," Grace answered, and then with her heart either about to
explode or rise up out of her throat, slid her hand sideways and grasped
Wade's cock. Neither of them moved, although she felt the warm flesh
twitch in her grip. "Um, so you don't really move?" she asked, feeling
awkward and wanting to fill the silence.

"Not really," Wade said. "My muscles are working, but you can't see it."

The redhead experimentally stroked his cock, watching for a reaction.

Wade hissed, making her jump, but she didn't let go. "I swear, I think
it would be easier to do splits. It always feels like this thing is
going to tear me in half!" He put his head back against the rest and
closed his eyes.

Grace unconsciously licked her lips. God, it was just like in her
fantasies! She had Wade Ferrari's fucking cock *in her hand* and she
could do anything she wanted with it! The redhead started pumping it
harder; a bead of precum appeared at the tip, but Wade gave no sign of
noticing anything was happening.

"Just keep going," she said unnecessarily, and gingerly squatted in
front of the apparatus. Up close, the smell of his body was intoxicating
and Grace knew she had to taste him. She leaned in and deposited a light
kiss on his sack, tasting his sweat as her hand continued to work him.

The redhead could feel her arousal leaking out of her as she changed up
and trailed her tongue up the length of Wade's shaft, while she cradled
his balls gently in one hand and massaged them. It was so hot, and best
of all, there were no judgmental eyes on her, to silently accuse her of
being too clumsy or too slutty, or not slutty enough. She could just
please herself!

It didn't work out the way she'd imagined, however. Grace had just
barely gotten her lips over the head of Wade's cock when it exploded. A
jet of semen shot into her mouth, the next caught her in the face, and
then several more bursts fountained onto his chest and stomach, as she
stumbled backwards and tried not to fall.

"Are you okay?"

Grace realized Wade's eyes were open again, and he was staring at her
with a concerned look on his face; she blushed. "I'm fine; I just
tripped over this stupid bar." She tried to resist the urge to wipe his
creamy spend off her face, but it was about to ooze into one eye. The
redhead settled for a quick swipe that got the rest of it and hopefully
looked like she was just pushing back her hair. "Don't let me mess you
up."

Wade absently smeared the spunk on his chest around as he popped the pin
to disengage the weight train. "Nah, I'm done; otherwise I'll be walking
bowlegged tomorrow." His erection still looked as hard as ever, even if
it had a trail of semen leaking down it. "You should give it a try."

She considered. "Well... If you can show me how."

"It's not rocket science! C'mon, mount up."

Grace waited for Wade to move aside, and stepped up into the seat. She
hadn't really noticed before, but the machine was elevated a lot higher
than it really needed to be, not that she was a mechanical engineer or
anything. She swung each leg over the pad in term, realizing just how
exposed she was in this position.

Wade stepped in front of her and pushed each pad against her thighs,
re-engaging the set pins further out than they had been. "Geez," he
commented, "this is what I mean -- you girls really can spread 'em." An
appalled look appeared on his face, followed by a hurried, "No offense,
right? You know what I mean."

"None taken," Grace assured him. She really was giving him an eyeful --
if he'd been aware enough to notice it -- and she'd just realized her
dripping pussy was practically at the same level as his rigid cock.She
engaged the weights and tried squeezing her thighs together, but
predictably she might as well have been trying to move a wall. "Can you
check and see if I'm using the right force?"

"Just squeeze," responded Wade, but he obligingly stepped between her
spread legs and gingerly laid a hand against one thigh. Grace felt so
hot she half-expected to burn him. "Yeah, that feels right. Do you feel
the burning?"

"Oh, yeah," Grace gasped breathlessly. "Here, check this too!" She
picked up his hand and, pulling him a little more forward, placed it
atop her breast.

The hand squeezed slightly, eliciting an involuntary moan from Grace.
"I'm not feeling much tension," Wade reported, moving his fingers and
pressing more firmly. The sensation left her nipple feeling hard enough
to draw blood from his palm.

"Trust me," panted Grace, "I'm pushing!" The tip of his cock was not
even an inch short of her creaming gash, and she was trying mightily to
bridge that gap, but the weight stack represented an obstacle not even
her heated desire could overcome.

It did not, however, prevent her from reaching out, grabbing Wade's
cock, and pulling him close enough that she could guide it into her
needy pussy. He stumbled, momentarily off-balance, and incidentally
buried himself to the hilt inside Grace while mashing her breast almost
hard enough to hurt.

"Sorry," Wade gasped, but Grace didn't feel sorry at all.

She felt filled and wanton and desperate to cum. Unfortunately, the damn
exercise machine left her with practically no range of motion. As Wade
regained his balance, the excited coed found she could move her hips a
little more than an inch forward before the strain on her splayed thighs
stopped her. It wasn't much, but the way Wade's cock slid along her clit
felt like heaven.

"You're not supposed to move so much," Wade reproved, putting his hands
on her hips and holding her in place. "Isolate and just focus on the
resistance." He gazed at Grace, their faces only a foot apart.

How could he stand there, inside her, and not do anything? Grace
concentrated and bore down on the intruder piercing her silken folds,
clenching it more tightly inside her. It felt so good, but it wasn't
enough stimulation; she needed more. "Oh fuck," she moaned, straining
uselessly against her restraints. Shedding her remaining inhibitions,
Grace reached down and pressed a trembling finger against her throbbing
clit.

"What is it?" Wade asked, looking concerned.

"Ah," gasped Grace, barely able to concentrate, "ah, um, it's a --
muscle cramp." She rubbed her finger along her bud, sending sharp
tingles through her body. "I'm, ah, just massaging it out."

"Those suck," Wade agreed. "Here; let me get it for you." Before she
could respond, he placed two fingers along side hers and twisted them
into her.

Grace shook helplessly in the throes of a monstrous orgasm that left her
gasping for breath. Her body convulsed, squirming on the turgid shaft
that still pierced her, and she could feel her fingers and toes curling
involuntarily. The redhead gasped, "Oh, fuck!" again at the realization
that Wade was still massaging her.

Her clit was still super-sensitive, but those fingers were still
circling, scraping and compressing it, occasionally trapping it between
them and the rod penetrating her just below. It was so intense it verged
on painful, and Grace clawed at Wade's hand, but his arm might well have
been constructed of the same metal as the bars restraining her thighs.
"Wade, stop; it hurts!" she cried.

"How about this?" he asked, changing the motion. Most of the pressure
vanished, but his fingers remained in place, flicking rapidly back and
forth with just a featherweight whisper of contact between them and her
throbbing bud.

Suddenly Grace was pushing on his hand as hard as she could, inflamed by
the faint teasing sensation that was sending jolts to every part of her
nervous system. "F-F-f-fuck," she gasped, discovering she could move a
little after all. "Oh my God! Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" The redhead bucked
against him frantically.

Panting urgently, she spasmed against the seatback and tensed, emitting
a deep moan as another powerful orgasm enveloped her. For a long moment,
Grace completely forgot she was sitting in the middle of gym.

"I think that's enough for now," Wade commented with a faint grin; he
appeared to be breathing a little heavily too. Grace almost whimpered in
disappointment when he stepped back, unconsciously removing his cock
from her sopping pussy. "It's not really supposed to be a high-impact
exercise, you know?"

"Yeah," Grace answered, ducking her head unnecessarily as she felt for
the locking pins and fighting an urge to blush. "I got a little carried
away, I guess."

"Well..." Wade hesitated before continuing. "Let's do some more then.
It's your turn to teach me something." The statement came out sounding
more like a question.

Grace forced her eyes up away from his still-hard erection and to his
face. "Sure!" she replied, with more bravado than she felt. Wade was
willing to pass up an opportunity to escape gracefully in order to spend
more time with her, and the coed wanted his cock when she had a chance
to really do something with it. But what could she do that he wouldn't
already know?

She wobbled a little when she stood up, and gratefully steadied herself
for a moment on Wade's hand. A trickle of thicker liquid seeped down
Grace's inner thigh; apparently he'd cum inside her without either of
them even noticing it. "Damnit!" she muttered, disgusted with herself.

"What?"

"Nothing," Grace assured him, shaking her head. "Come on; I'll show you
what they showed me this afternoon." She walked in the direction of the
vertical pole, taking care to put a tiny extra roll into her hips for
Wade.

Wade laughed. "All right! The stripper pole?"

"It is *not* a stripper pole!" Grace whirled, momentarily embarrassed.
She opened her mouth to say more, but Wade held up his hands in apology.

"It's just what the guys call it," he said. "I don't really know what it
is; I've never used it."

The redhead had to admit the justice of the observation, and reminded
she was standing there naked. "Well, yeah," she admitted with a smile,
"I can see what you mean. But I'm not doing any striptease for you!" Her
smile grew a little wider at her private joke.

"It's just a convenient brace for doing some stretching. Come here."
Grace snagged Wade by a hand and pulled him closer to the pole. "Stand
as close to it as you can, and then see how high you can stretch."

"Aren't you going to demonstrate?" he asked, looking sideways at her.

"It wouldn't really work," Grace replied, thinking about it. "You kind
of need help in spots, and you wouldn't know what to do." She pushed him
against the pole. "Just try it; I picked it up pretty fast."

Wordlessly, Wade turned back to the pole and reached upwards. "Like
this?"

"More stretching, less talk," she giggled, and pressed a hand against
his ass. "As vertical as you can go; I won't let you fall."

Grace could feel Wade's butt tighten beneath her hands. She moved
closer, almost brushing his back with her nipples. He swayed
unexpectedly, and the redhead grabbed quickly at the bar to steady them,
leaving them pressed close together. "Higher," she husked, letting her
free hand follow the curve of his ass down and between his legs.

His body was warm and sweaty and intoxicating. Feeling scandalously
dirty, Grace traced a finger along the rear of Wade's sensitive sack and
then pushed against the pucker of his anus. The ring of muscle relaxed
to admit her.

"Now, push up onto your toes," she whispered against his back, and felt
goosebumps pop up on Wade's arm where it lay beneath hers. Grace let him
push himself off her finger and stroked the inside of his thigh. More
fresh moisture leaked from her own body. "And slowly down."

Wade sunk back, impaling himself on her finger. "Good?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," Grace smiled with secret pleasure. "Just keep doing that."

His feet extended, freeing her finger. "How many in a set?"

Grace realized she had no recollection, but had no intention of telling
him that. "Just keep going!"

It was totally hot making Wade obey her, and the heat of his rectum
around her finger was unexpectedly captivating, but the redhead hadn't
forgotten what she really wanted. After a few more repetitions, she
withdrew her hand and reached around him to grab his penis, instead.

Wade grunted but resumed the exercise without comment. His rigid tool,
still slicked with their mingled spend, moved easily in her grasp. The
excited coed wondered if this was what guys felt like when they jerked
off; she tried, without much success, to keep her hand steady instead of
pumping it up and down.

"I don't know how much more I can do," Wade gasped, his body trembling
against hers. His cock quivered and jerked once in Grace's hand.

"Okay, stop," Grace answered, releasing him and reluctantly stepping
back. She didn't know how many more orgasms Wade's cock had in it, but
it was hard to believe it could be much more than three. No way was she
going to waste it on thin air!

He turned to face her, looking flushed and totally edible. "So now I
spot you?" he asked.

"Yes, for the next exercise," Grace answered, wiping her hand on the
side of her leg. "This one, I can demonstrate." Especially, she reminded
herself, if Wade had no idea what the exercise was supposed to look like
in the first place!

She positioned herself in front of the pole, but closer to it and with
her feet closer together than in the afternoon, and gestured for Wade to
stand behind her. "Stay close," Grace advised, bending forward to grasp
the pole. "You need to catch me if I lose my grip, and also you can
provide extra resistance for me to push against."

"This close?" asked Wade, putting his hands on her hips.

"Closer," urged the redhead, wriggling with anticipation. "As close as
you can get." She felt the head of his manhood brush against the crack
of her ass and quickly pushed up onto her toes and arched her back; it
slid past her asshole and seated itself in her welcoming pussy.

Wade's groin was pressed against her butt. "How's this?"

"Perfect," Grace purred, lowering herself now that everything was in
place. Then, trusting to whatever glamour was hazing everybody's
perceptions, she abandoned further pretense and began rutting furiously
on Wade's rod.

"Oh God, yes!" she screamed, feeling Wade match her rhythm and bury
himself deep inside her at the end of each thrust. Finally, that need
that had been wakened within her was being satisfied in the most primal
way possible.

This time, there was no mistaking it when Wade's cock contracted and
jerked inside her, even if there was no copious spray of cum to coat her
womb. Grace felt her insides liquefy as the physical stimulation
combined with the knowledge that it was Wade behind her. She wasn't a
slut; just a woman being used by a man the way she was meant to be used
-- the way she needed to be used.

Wade's arms took most of her weight when the shuddering redhead's knees
gave out. "I think that's enough for tonight," he panted, levering her
back to lean against him, and then turning her to look Grace in the
face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm pretty good," Grace admitted while trying to keep from looking too
love-struck. She reveled in the feel of Wade's strong arms around her,
the heat of his cock pressed between their sticky bellies, and
especially the way he was looking at her. Please don't let this all be a
dream, she told herself.

That was when Wade kissed her. "Better now," she breathed into his
mouth, clinging to his virile body with all the strength that was left
in her arms. Both of them were smiling when they finally broke apart
from each other.

Wade squeezed her hand in his. "Let's get cleaned up; I feel like a
mess."

"You look fine," Grace replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She
must be a sweaty mess, not to mention the cum smeared across most of her
body and still leaking from her pussy. What would Wade think if he could
really see her as she was? Nevertheless, she let him guide them, still
hand in hand, towards the showers.

He paused in front of the men's room, hand on the light switches. "Do
you, um, want to take a shower together?" Wade asked, suddenly anxious
and diffident.

Grace's face flamed and she hesitated. It wasn't like they hadn't
already shared practically everything there was to share, but Wade
didn't know that. Obviously, she really liked him, but what kind of girl
went from first kiss to coed shower in 30 seconds flat? He'd think she
was a slut or something! And what if he didn't think she was beautiful?

"Don't worry about it," Wade said, releasing Grace's hand. "Pretend I
didn't ask." He turned off the lights, leaving the gym illuminated only
by the glow filtering past him from the locker room.

"No," she objected, "it's..." How could she explain? "I'm flattered,
really." Grace forced a smile. "But... I guess I'm just not ready."
Seeing his expression, she couldn't help adding, "yet."

Wade smiled at the last part. "It's okay, really." He pushed open the
door, but stopped halfway through and turned back to her. "But if you'd
like, I enjoyed working out with you. Maybe we can do it again?"

"Absolutely!" Grace agreed. "Like you said, I got so much more out of it
than the group sessions." She squirmed in anticipation. "Maybe tomorrow
night?"

"Or sooner," Wade deadpanned, making her laugh. "Night, then, Grace." He
let the door close behind him.

Feeling warm inside, Grace floated through the darkness to the women's
showers and took shameless advantage of the hot water to rinse herself
clean and heat her body in anticipation of the chill night air between
her and her bed.

She didn't linger, however, thinking she might be able to walk back to
the cabins with Wade. Grace turned off the lights behind her and slipped
outside, feeling the cold almost immediately.

What made her freeze, however, was the silhouette outside the men's
entrance. Its bulk exceeded Wade's by a considerable margin, and Grace
heard the rattle of keys in the door. Panicking, she took a quick breath
and sprinted for the cover of the nearest trees.

Once there, she looked back at Coach Rod as he strolled to the door
she'd just exited and locked it. He looked down where Grace had stood,
and then up at her, so directly the redhead was certain she'd been found
out. But after a moment that lasted forever, he simply turned and walked
back the way he'd come.

Hardly daring to believe all the good fortune that had come her way that
evening, Grace hurried carefully back to her cabin without encountering
anybody else and finally slid, now only slightly damp, beneath her
welcoming sheets.

Across the room from her, Jeni moaned and rolled over, apparently
dreaming. Grace smiled in secret delight and closed her eyes; no dream
could be better than what she'd experienced, and she'd get to do it
again soon!



They were "getting dressed" the next morning when the knock sounded on
the cabin door.

"Are you decent?" Jeni asked, glancing at where Grace sat on her bed,
fantasizing about Wade and wishing she dared to masturbate.

"Yeah, sure," the redhead answered, lying back and drawing up her knees.
Maybe it was Wade, coming to ask about their workout plans. She could
spread herself for him, displaying her more-than-ready sex, even if he
didn't see it. Grace sighed, imagining the sight of his hard cock
standing out above her, and how she'd ask him for a hand up...She'd tug,
pulling him on top of her, and they'd get tangled up. The redhead hadn't
decided if she'd pretend to be winded and just lie there, or if she
should roll them over until she was on top, and then distract him with
questions while she rode his tool to an orgasm, or if...

"Grace! Miss Lemaire! Are you listening to me?" Coach Joan sounded
annoyed, looking down at Grace with hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Coach, still waking up!" Grace apologized, quickly rolling on
her side. It was one thing to imagine Wade looking at her; seeing an
obviously aroused woman doing the same thing was a little weird. "What
did you say?"

"I said, Coach Rod wants to see you in his office, right away!" Joan
snapped. "Don't make me use this," she warned, toying with the heavy
whistle dangling between her heavy tits.

Grace could imagine the sound of it in the confined space. "I'll go
right now!" She quickly rolled onto her feet, on the side of the bed
opposite the coach. "Do you know what he wants me for?"

"I'm sure he'll tell you himself when you get there," Joan grated. "Do I
look like a messenger service?" With a final stern look at Grace, she
left, leaving the door open behind her.

"OMG, Grace!" squeeled Jeni, bouncing up and down with excitement. "You
know what this means?"

"It means Coach Rod wants to see me," groaned Grace, remembering her
fears from the previous night. She thought she'd gotten away, but
apparently not.

"Dummy," Jeni exclaimed, hitting her on the shoulder. "You know this is
when they assign the junior trainers! I bet you're going to be one!"

Startled, Grace belatedly remembered the meeting she'd seen in the
dining hall and thought about it. She was one of the better swimmers,
but usually Coach Rod picked his new assistants from the seniors who
were committed to the swim program; as an underclassman and a walk-on,
she'd never thought seriously about it. "Don't go blowing the whistle
until you see it," the redhead admonished her eager friend.

"Oh, come on," Jeni rolled her eyes. "Why else would Coach Rod want to
see you?" She stared at Grace. "*Is* there another reason?"

"I dunno," Grace shrugged, "but I won't find out here." She ducked
nervously out the door before Jeni could interrogate her further.

The redhead made her way across camp, past the other swimmers headed to
the pool or gym, barely even conscious of the nudity around her as she
weighed the possibilities in her mind. Reward or reprimand? Whistle or
demerit?

Coach Rod was sitting on the edge of his desk when Grace entered his
office. His erection, far more massive than Wade's, was enough to make a
horse jealous.

Grace fought to stifle a giggle as she thought about how appropriate his
name was, and tried to pretend the angry weapon wasn't on such blatant
display. "You wanted to see me, Coach?"

The older man calmly eyed her from head to toe, and then surprised Grace
by grabbing his erection and beginning to stroke it. "Yes, Grace. Close
the door, please."

She complied, trying to remember if she'd ever seen anybody masturbating
since she'd "woken up" a few days ago, and couldn't recall another
instance. Feeling a little uneasy, the redhead returned to her spot in
front of the desk.



Coach Rod watched her silently, continuing to fist his large slab of
manmeat. Grace was increasingly convinced he was one of the people like
her, who saw through the illusions, but she was more concerned about
playing dumb than worried he might be seeing her crinkled nipples or
bare mound. She shifted her weight and tried not to look at his cock; it
was impossibly large, but Grace felt herself lubricating anyway at the
thought of taking him.

"You're pretty good at this," he finally admitted, stroking harder, "but
you can drop the act in front of me, Grace. I know you know what's going
on." He jerked harder and cum jetted from his hard organ.

Grace flinched from the accusation as well as the semen, merely ducked
her head as the coach's semen decorated her stomach and thigh. Her
stomach churned; not only was she still displaying herself naked for
this man, she'd just let him cum on her. She knew she should be feeling
shock or outrage, but there was only that constant need between her
legs.

"How did you know?" she asked, feeling free to study him as frankly as
he was assessing her.

Coach Rod chuckled as he pushed himself off the desk and moved around to
sit in his chair. "You aren't the first person to travel down this road,
Grace," he explained. "We teach a lot more than swimming, here."

"Like what?" asked Grace. She realized she'd been absently smearing his
spend across her skin, and made a show of licking the palm of her hand.
It tasted salty and sweet and male.

"Many things," was the vague answer, but he amplified it. "Everybody
here is conditioned to be constantly aroused, as I'm sure you've
noticed. It boosts athletic performance, among other benefits. However,
that edge is lost if you orgasm or masturbate, so that behavior is
inhibited." He smiled thinly. "Your workout session yesterday clearly
indicated you've moved past that stage!"

Grace tensed, and then realized he was talking about her afternoon with
the trainers and not her after-hours rendezvous with Wade. The thought
that all those people around her had known what was happening to her was
discomfiting, but Coach's face showed only approval. The redhead
realized that the newfound knowledge didn't really change anything about
that workout or her reaction to it, and stood up a little straighter.

"But why bother? Is everybody here a pervert, then?"

Coach Rod's face took on a slightly pained expression. "Not at all.
Think of it as, say, a special kind of brothel." He held up a hand
before Grace could get a word in. "A good swimming program is expensive.
*College* is expensive. Some big-name places have football programs that
can bring in that kind of money; Parker College never will. We have --
*this*." He gestured broadly, taking in their surroundings.

"Our guest trainers and coaches are our clients. They pay well to come
here, and that revenue funds this camp and subsidizes the College's
academic programs, which benefits not only you, but all of the students
at Parker College." He steadily met Grace's eyes.

"But this is still a swim camp, and I still coach a swim team. We're
always on the lookout for help, people like yourself with genuine
athletic talent and passion, who aren't afraid to grow in other ways."

"But-"

"Consider it, Grace. Did you feel like you got something out of camp
last year?"

She stilled at the implication she'd been subjected to this then, and
never realized it.

"Didn't it help your swimming? Aren't you proud of what you've
accomplished? You have a chance to continue growing, to do even more.
I'm giving you a chance to do that, full time." He reached into a desk
drawer and produced a trainer's whistle and lanyard, holding it out to
her. "Join my staff; be an assistant trainer."

Grace felt stunned. The foundations of her world had shifted, and she
felt adrift, and there were more questions swirling in her head than she
could count. All that she felt sure of was that her breasts and nipples
were tight, her pussy was sopping, and that she ached to be fucked.

Being told she'd been made to feel this way didn't change the desire, or
the remembered enjoyment. Grace wanted to ask how it could be right to
take advantage of people this way. She wanted to know how many times
she'd been used, robbed of pleasure. Was she really just a prostitute, a
receptacle for peoples' sick desires? People actually had paid money to
fuck her slick pussy, or fill her tight ass, or watch her swallow their
cum? What if she just turned and walked out? What if the craving she
felt never dissipated?

She swallowed nervously. "Can I think about it?" The redhead wasn't in
the habit of willingly disappointing Coach Rod, and it didn't feel right
to start now, but she didn't trust the part of her that wanted to
accept.

He rose and walked around the desk before pressing the whistle into her
hand. "Certainly. Return it to me later, if you feel you can't accept."

Strangely comforted by the implication she could refuse, Grace nodded
jerkily and fled.

She headed for the pool without thinking. Jeni would be there, and the
redhead badly needed to talk to somebody, even if she wouldn't be able
to explain everything.

Morning swim was still in progress, of course, and everything was the
same, but different. Grace saw the students she knew standing on the
blocks and announcing themselves, but this time she paid attention to
the way the trainers in the stands looked at them.

She heard the high-pitched gasps coming from Daisy. The slightly built
Korean girl was the shortest person on the squad, and her feet swung
well above the ground as two "coaches" suspended her between them,
working her up and down on the erections that penetrated her fore and
aft.

Grace tore her eyes away and scanned the crowd, looking for Jeni.

"Are you joining us, Miss Lemaire?" asked Coach Joan, startling Grace.

The redhead shivered, unnerved by the coach's lustful expression and
frank stare. "Uh, not right now, I've got to do something for Coach
Rod." She turned away and started walking rapidly towards the gymnasium,
mostly because it happened to be in front of her.

She slowed down slightly at the sight of Wade rinsing off in the shower.
Grace wasn't sure she was up to talking to him at the moment, but it
would be rude to just walk away -- especially when he'd just noticed
her.

"Hey, Grace, what's up?" the darkly handsome senior asked, turning off
the spray. Goosebumps were visible on his arms, like they'd been last
night, and -- of course -- his cock was erect and quivering.

"Nothing," she stammered, kicking herself for sounding so stupid and
feeling distracted by a sudden recollection that it was supposed to be
bad for men to have erections for too long. Well, if there was some
problem, it evidently hadn't affected either Coach Road or Wade...

"Hey!" Grace halted in her tracks, physically and mentally. "You *came*
in me last night!" The memories of their encounter and her conversation
with Coach Rod clicked together.

"What?" Wade asked, looking mystified.

"You bastard!" shouted the redhead, punching him ineffectually and
managing to drop her whistle. "You were using me!" He had to have known
what she was doing the entire time! Her anger was a mask for sudden
embarrassment; which suddenly became a thousand times worse.

Wade smirked. "You were using me too," he pointed out. "The only muscle
you were exercising on the stripper pole was this one," he added,
tapping the head of his cock.

Grace's eyes dropped as she writhed in mingled mortification and
desired. God, she'd thrown herself at him and cum all over his cock like
some totally debased slut, and *he knew it!* She thought longingly of
drowning herself in the pool.

"Hey," repeated Wade, finally attracting her attention. "Don't feel bad
about it. I enjoyed it too. In fact..."

He looked expectantly at her until she broke down and asked. "What?"

"I was really glad to see you last night. You know" -- he looked a
trifle sheepish -- "I've been working out alone because you've been
driving me crazy." At Grace's look of astonishment, he laughed and
continued. "You *have* to know you are so hot, Grace! You know we're not
supposed to cum, right?"

She nodded.

"Well, I just couldn't control myself around you; that's the only reason
I've been trying to avoid you. When you dumped that oatmeal on me at
breakfast, I barely made it out the door before blowing a load big
enough to fill the bowl! I've been jerking off in private, at least
until Coach caught me. I swear I couldn't sleep last night, thinking
about being with you again."

Grace couldn't help but be entranced by the frank declaration of lust,
if not love, that so perfectly matched her own feelings. "Well, if
you're okay with me using you for sex..." she purred.

"Absolutely," Wade grinned, stooping to pick up her whistle. "So, you're
gonna be a trainer, too?"

She hadn't noticed the whistle hanging from his neck, a twin to the one
in his hand. Grace accepted it back from him, looking at it closely for
the first time. The shiny, chrome-plated instrument actually was shaped
like an erect (if squat) cock and balls, and heavier than it looked.

The redhead thought about pursing her lips around the head of the shaft
and blowing, but she'd never heard any of the coaches actually use one,
much less a junior not-even-exactly-official assistant trainer. Besides,
there were real cocks, of more pleasing dimensions, all around her.
"You'd still work out with me?"

Wade's grin morphed into a leer. "How else are we gonna stay ahead of
the others?" His prick twitched in anticipation.

That decided her. "Then yeah, I'm a trainer now, too." Grace pulled the
lanyard over her head and freed her hair, then let the symbol of her
newfound status dangle between her breasts. "So, what do we do?"

They were interrupted by Jeni before he could answer. "I thought I saw
you sneaking over here," the brunette shouted to Grace, trotting over to
join them. Her smile turned to open-mouthed excitement when she caught
sight of the whistles. "I *knew* it! There was no way Coach wasn't going
to promote you!"

Grace couldn't get a word in edgewise, and Wade wisely didn't even try.

"This is so great! You guys will help me out, right? I mean, Wade,
everybody knows how good you are, but you should have seen Grace
yesterday! She *killed* this workout! I want to be that good, too." Jeni
was practically bouncing up and down. "Come on -- they're ending swim
early today, and I want to be your first. Say yes, please!" She made
puppy-dog eyes at Grace, who couldn't help laughing.

"Well... okay," the redhead capitulated. She couldn't very well say no
to Jeni, although it had just entered her mind that "coaching" her
friend probably meant having sex with her, too; hopefully Wade could
take care of that and Grace could just "supervise." It seemed like a
cruel twist of fate that just when she'd gotten license to enjoy Wade
herself, she'd have to give him away first.

"You'd better shower and change first," Wade told Jeni while maintaining
an admirably straight face.

"I forgot," Grace confessed, as they watched the brunette race off in
the direction of the locker room. She aimed a smouldering look at Wade.
"Maybe we could take that shower you mentioned last night?"

"Save it for the students," interjected Coach Evan, who'd evidently
walked into hearing distance on his way past them. "Remember, you're not
here for yourselves; got it?"

"Yes, Coach," Grace gulped, feeling apologetic. Barely five minutes
promoted, and she'd already put a foot wrong! "How do I know what to
do?" she asked, not sure if the question was directed at the older man
or Wade.

Coach Evan stopped and faced her, his solid cock wet with some girl's
unconscious desire. "Look around. Do what everybody else does. If one of
the guest coaches tells you to do something, obey them." He almost
smiled, surprising Grace. "You'll figure it out, soon enough. And we
have evening sessions for the new trainers; I'm guessing Rod hasn't told
you about those, yet."

"No, Coach; thank you, Coach." Their voices sounded almost in unison;
Coach Evan nodded before walking away.

Wade looked at her and shrugged. "Well, shall we go? I assume you don't
need to change first?"

Grace snorted. "No. How am I supposed to keep track of that, anyway?
There's nothing to wear, anywhere. I don't even know where the clothes I
arrived in went." She stopped dead in her tracks. "God, we didn't come
here naked, did we?"

"Come on," Wade urged her. "Worry about it later; nobody ever said
anything to you at school, did they?"

"Of course not," she replied, not without a sort of horrified
fascination. It wasn't possible this effect extended beyond camp, was
it? It would be too cold during winter, for one thing. Grace tried to
imagine herself walking through her parents' front door for Christmas,
wearing absolutely nothing, but the picture wouldn't come. Thank God.

"Then don't worry," chided Wade, interrupting her thoughts. "Anyway, my
plan is to say as little as possible. The coaches and trainers are
always in shorts and shirts, and so is anybody who isn't going to or
coming from the pool. That's not too hard, is it?"

"I like the 'shut up' part," Grace admitted, then jumped as people
started shouting at her. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" she repeated, backing out
the door of the men's locker room she'd absently followed Wade through.
"Shit," she muttered to herself, going down to the women's entrance.

Grace couldn't resist repeating the story to Jeni, who laughed
uproariously.

"Jeez, Grace, you're too fucking much! Wade wasn't enough; you need to
go perving on the other guys too? Why don't you leave some for the rest
of us?" The brunette turned and surveyed the other occupants of the gym.

So did the redhead, relieved of the necessity to hide her perceptions of
the activity in progress. It was like a giant orgy, or maybe a
scattering of smaller orgies. How could she ever have mistaken all those
grunts and moans for simple physical exertion?

She stared, transfixed by the sight of Jerry wobbling between the
parallel bars. Coach Rod's massive tool was buried in the young man's
ass! Somehow, amazingly, Jerry hadn't seemed to notice that or the way
the female trainer in front of him took his own erection deep into her
throat.

"Couldn't happen to a nicer homophobe," Wade commented, joining them and
seeing where Grace was looking.

Jeni glanced in the same direction. "What? The way Jerry's trying to
look down the top of that girl's shirt? He is such a douchebag; I don't
know why Coach Rod doesn't ream him a new one!" She looked at her
companions, who were trying not to laugh. "What?"

"Never mind," Wade told her, and smiled. "You were dumb enough to ask
for us; let's get you started. Let's start on one of the benches."

Grace trailed after them, feeling a new mix of excitement and
apprehension. It was apparent they'd attracted some notice from the
other spectators, and several coaches were beginning to drift casually
in their direction.

Jeni eagerly lay back on the bench Wade pointed out, ignorant of what
was going to happen. She smiled at Grace and wriggled until her butt was
right at the end of the bench, which was sloped down towards her head.

"Okay," Wade said, looking a little too pleased about the whole thing
for Grace's taste, "now I'll brace you and I want you to do small
planks." He moved the brunette's feet a little further apart, providing
ready access to her glistening pussy. "Grace will steady your head."

The redhead knew what he meant, but the thought didn't appeal to her. "I
think she'll be okay on her own," she stated, trying to sound
authoritative.

"C'mon, Grace, we need to stick with the standard exercises for now," he
chided. "You know Jeni'd do the same for you." He buried himself in
Jeni, making her breasts jiggle.

Grace looked at the way her friend's eyes gazed sightlessly upwards,
Jeni's breath already coming faster. She thought about all the times
female trainers and coaches had assisted her with her workouts, and
realized she must have done the same thing to them without realizing it.

Then there was the circle of onlookers, other trainers and coaches who
stood silently, watching and judging them. All of them were physically
aroused, which seemed to be taken for granted, but more than a few
showed evidence of appreciation or lust. Some of those looks were aimed
her way, ignoring the small squeaks coming from Jeni as Wade began to
fuck her.

The redhead didn't want to disappoint them, especially when she was
beginning to sense she wouldn't be given the opportunity, anyway.
Besides, watching Wade's shaft piston in and out of Jeni's juicy gash
was making her hot and a tongue was better than nothing; she could
pretend it was a guy's.

A final thought brought a crooked grin to Grace's lips. She still owed
Jeni a little payback for that tanning fiasco -- and it would be just as
rewarding, even if Jeni never knew it. Smiling, Grace carefully
straddled the bench and lowered herself onto the brunette's face.

Almost immediately, Grace felt Jeni's tongue dart into her creaming
slit. It traced her lips, collecting some of the copious moisture it
found there, and Grace leaned forward. Soon the inquisitive intruder was
teasing her clit, making her gasp.

She looked down the length of Jeni's shuddering body at Wade. His face
was showing strain, and Grace knew he was about to cum. What they were
doing to Jeni was wrong, so perversely wrong, but oh God it felt
wickedly hot. And she was doing it in front of all these people,
willingly this time, and they were going to see her cum like a slut. A
slut who was going to squeal and orgasm into another girl's mouth like a
slave to her cunt, helpless to control herself, beyond caring who saw
her or knew and...

"Oh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh, yeah, oh --- *Aaaaaaah!*" Grace spasmed and ground
her crotch into Jeni's face.

Her orgasm didn't take the edge off her need the way Grace had hoped.
Her pussy needed more -- it needed the cock still slamming in and out of
Jeni's pussy. Jeni wasn't getting anything out of it, anyway, and Grace
could show her how it was *supposed* to be done.

She swung off the brunette, motioning for Wade to stop. "No, your
positioning still isn't quite right," Grace panted, unable to quite meet
Jeni's inquiring eyes. "Let me demonstrate," she explained, gesturing to
Wade as she quickly lay back on the adjacent bench.

He swayed back, as if to withdraw, but before Wade could actually do
anything, the circle of spectators parted and Coach Rod appeared between
Grace's spread thighs. Grinning devilishly, he grabbed her by the knees
and thrust his gargantuan manhood into her.

"*Oh fuck yeah!*" she screamed, amazed by the effortless way her pussy
took him and the indescribable feeling of being *filled* like she
couldn't believe. Coach Rod withdrew and thrust into her again, driving
the breath out of Grace's lungs as his powerful tool battered its way
back into her womb.

She wallowed in the physical overload of this monumental fucking, so far
beyond anything she'd experienced that Grace didn't resist when a bare
pussy covered her face, leaking feminine musk into her mouth.

Strong fingers trapped her stiff nipples and squeezed, making Grace
scream. As if it had suddenly recalled a duty it knew well, her tongue
extended and teased its way between the fleshy lips pressing into her
face, stimulating and collecting more nectar.

Grace wasn't sure if she'd had multiple orgasms on the bench, or just a
single really long one. She thought the woman perched on her face
climaxed too, but all of those things were inconsequential compared to
the mighty erection that simultaneously rewarded her and pushed her to
new heights of sensation.

Suddenly she was empty and gasped at the loss, vaguely surprised to
realize she could. Grace opened her eyes to find Coach Joan staring down
at her, looking flushed, but all she could think of was Coach Rod, who
grinned -- or was it a grimace? -- as his cock began pumping a
prodigious quantity of jism onto her sweaty body.

Another jet of semen caught the side of her face, and Grace realized the
crowd had moved closer, all of them jacking spunk onto Jeni and herself.
Wade's cock jerked repeatedly, unloading a torrent onto Jeni's tits and
stomach.

It was beautiful to watch, and Grace realized it was mean of her to
begrudge Jeni the use of such a fine cock -- especially when she'd had
the benefit of Coach Rod's attention herself. She couldn't even work up
any annoyance at the realization it was a male trainer, hairless balls
glistening with saliva, who stood at the head of Jeni's bench.

The watchers began to wander away, their immediate needs sated. Coach
Joan smiled at Grace, then shared some unspoken message with Coach Rod
before departing. The Coach just gave Wade and Grace each a nod, and
turned to address one of the other trainers.

"Oh, wow," Jeni panted, slowly sitting up and spreading the cum across
her body with both hands. "That was an awesome exercise, Wade! I owe you
big time." She turned to look at the redhead. "Sorry, Grace. I was
trying to follow what you were doing, but I just couldn't concentrate, I
guess. Will you be mad if I ask you to show me again, next time?"

Grace realized she was smearing the male seed across her skin, too. It
felt soothing, so she didn't stop. "It's fine, Jeni. I'm learning, too."
The words were out of her mouth before she realized they were absolutely
true.

"I don't know about you two," Wade announced, "but I'm starving. If we
hit the showers now, we can be first in line for lunch!"

They walked across the workout room together; Grace was quiet, listening
to Jeni's enthusiastic chatter with a corner of her mind. Was it wrong
to say nothing and be a party to the unknowing degradation of the others
around her? She stopped suddenly and looked across at the bleachers
along the side of the room, but they were unoccupied. A scan behind her
showed they were no longer the center of attention; scattered grunts and
moans sounded from the others nearing the climax of their workouts.

Grace resumed walking, studying Wade's ass and then Jeni's. What would
they look like, stretched by Coach Rod's tool, or by Grace's hands? The
redhead felt her arousal returning, fueled by the speculation. How many
people had she fucked, what acts had she performed, that she couldn't
remember? Well, she was remembering now, and enjoying it!

If being forced to lick Coach Joan was the price Grace had to pay to get
the fucking of her life -- and, frankly, it hadn't been *too*
distasteful, once she'd gotten started -- then it was a price she could
pay. Grace told herself she'd just concentrate more on the boys; was it
*really* true they didn't cum? Her pussy contracted just thinking about
finding out.

"You're awful quiet," Jeni observed in the showers. "Are you thinking
about doing it with Wade?" she added, an exaggerated leer on her face.

"Among other people," retorted Grace, for once without a trace of
embarrassment. "Luckily for you, I'm not into girls. Otherwise, I might
just take advantage of you."

They both laughed.

Coach Rod watched the woman pace slowly across his office, the heels of
her boots clicking on the wood flooring. From experience, he could guess
what she would say before the words left her mouth; it was too early for
their meeting, but it wasn't his place to say so.

"I admit it," the woman sighed, "the little flame-haired cunt is quite
delightful. "The pictures really didn't do her justice, but I suppose
that's my good fortune, isn't it?"

She waved her hand imperiously in his direction, making it clear it was
a rhetorical question. His visitor tossed her head, doubtless trying to
rein in her impatience, and asked the question the coach was dreading.
"When will she be ready?"

Rod pursed his lips and tried to contain his nervousness. "At least a
week." The woman's eyes narrowed, and he hurried on. "The conditioning's
been working great, but she only graduated to stage three a few days
ago. Really, we weren't expecting her to move up until next year."

"That's your problem," she responded dismissively. "But her performance
with that other girl -- both of them, really -- was unbelievably
pathetic. Totally unacceptable!" She paused for a moment to look down
her nose at him. "Not up to your usual standards, I must say."

"I completely agree, of course," replied Rod, trying to tread a line
between understanding and obsequiousness. "But we're amping her full
power, and she'll be dripping for pussy in no time." Being put in this
position didn't make him happy, either, but there really wasn't a lot he
could do other than try to steer the discussion back to their goals
rather than Grace's admitted shortcomings. "Have you decided if you want
lesbian, or just bisexual?"

"Bi, I suppose," the woman sighed, finally condescending to settle upon
a chair in front of him. "Sometimes there are guests to consider." She
leaned forward and fixed an unwavering stare on Rod. "But she'll be
imprinted on me, of course."

"Of course," he echoed. Some might have been offended by her insistence
on stating the obvious, or her tone of voice in saying it, but Rod
wasn't one of them. Besides, by the time camp ended, it would be water
under the bridge -- and he knew his place.

She smiled as if reading his mind. "Just so," she purred, and reached
out to snag the short leash attached to the sturdy leather collar about
his neck. A brief, and unnecessary, tug brought him out of his crouch
and onto his hands and knees.

Slave Rod's throbbing manhood bobbed beneath him, but he knew it
wouldn't be called upon. Keeping his eyes lowered, he waited as the
woman gracefully unfastened her wraparound dress, and then crawled
forward to begin worshipping her exposed sex.

The subtle hitch in her breathing left precum leaking from the head of
his shaft; while Rod derived great pleasure from finding and preparing
new slaves for his masters and mistresses, there was still something to
be said for the simplicity of direct, personal service.