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 Swim Training

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: This is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
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   Around the time of the last Olympics, I went through this whole phase
where I went swimming, and tried all these other sports, dreaming I guess
that I would someday compete in the Olympics myself.  I know of course that
I'm not really that good, but anyway, it gave me something to aim for. 
Everyone needs a dream.

   I talked it over with my Chinese friend Winston, and he recommended that
I find myself a trainer, and try out for the university swim team.  That
sounded like good advice.  He introduced me to this handsome American guy
named Dirk, one of the best swimmers at Oceanview U.  Dirk always seemed to
be busy training and stuff, but we swam at the same pool, and slowly I got
to know him, and told him that I wanted to join the team too.  At first, he
thought I was joking, but I kept coming back day after day to practice,
until he realized that I was pretty serious.

   One day, when he'd just finished his laps, he sat at the edge of the
pool watching me.  He pointed out a couple of mistakes I was making,
kicking my feet off to the side, or not quite lining up my arm as I came up
to breathe.  I'd swum a lot, but I guess I'd never really taken lessons
before.  I thought it was really nice of him to point these things out, but
he didn't stay long, just a few minutes before he headed off to class.

   As far as I could tell, Dirk didn't have a girlfriend.  He didn't talk
about girls at least, and I don't think I'd ever seen him with one.  He
seemed completely devoted to swimming.  Still, he was a man.  He must have
feelings.

   Then one day, I caught him sneaking a peek at my rear, as I pulled
myself out of the pool.  I'd taken to wearing my ultramarine one-piece
swimsuit, a racing suit.  It's fairly high cut, so you can see a fair bit
of my buttocks cheeks.  Most of the time though, Dirk was pretty
well-behaved, watching me mostly under the pretext of checking my swimming
'form.'

   Then this one time, I finished swimming, and went into the girls' change
room to shower.  There was something Dirk wanted to tell me about the way I
swim.  He stood there just outside the door talking while I showered -
naked - just around the corner.  I wondered if he was trying to peek in on
me, but he seemed too much of a gentleman for that.  Still, it did seem
kind of strange, and got me excited a bit.

   A few days after that, he was at it again, standing outside the door as
I showered, jabbering away about how I should 'press my boy.' I didn't
understand, so I wrapped my towel around me, tied it, and went out to ask
what he meant.  He gave me such a look when he saw me.  The towel more or
less covered everything, but even so, he seemed pretty surprised.

   Eventually, he explained that 'boy' was actually 'buoy,' and it had to
do with pressing my head and chest down, so my hips and legs would rise. 
He also said I have to keep my arms parallel to the surface of the water as
I paddle forward.  His eyes bugged out when I lifted my arm up imitating
the stroke he was showing me.  I guess he thought my towel might fall off.
After I went back in the change room, I wondered if I should have flashed
him just to see his reaction.  He does look kind of cute when he gets
flustered.

   I swear, honest to god, that what happened next was a total accident. 
I'd arrived at the fitness center at maybe 7:30 in the morning.  I said hi
to Ted, my old boss, who was working the front desk, and then went into the
girls' change room.  It was so quiet that morning.  I could hear Dirk
splashing around in the pool, but there was no sign of anyone else.  I
guess I was in a hurry because I knew that Dirk had to go soon.  I quickly
stripped out of my clothes, and jammed them and my bag into a locker. 
Without thinking, I stuck in a quarter, and pulled out the key, only to
realize that my towel and swimsuit were still in my bag in the locker. 
Darn!  I've done it again.  I don't know why, but I always seem to forget
something in the locker after I've already paid.  In even more of a rush
now, I stuck the key back in, but the locked was jammed.  I examined it
more carefully, and realized that the strap from my backpack had somehow
gotten caught in the door.

   I struggled to pull it open a bit more, but it was absolutely hopeless.
Even when I worked at the fitness center, we used to get people complaining
about the locks.  We'd called maintenance to get the lockers fixed, but
they always said it was our clients' fault for letting things get caught in
the door in the first place.  I looked around for something to pry the door
open, but there was nothing like that lying around.  I knew Ted had a metal
strip at the front desk, but I couldn't very well go out into the lobby
naked.  The only thing I could think of was to ask Dirk to go get the
strip. My heart beating in my chest, I walked around through the showers to
the door to the pool, and softly called out.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you there?" I couldn't hear anything.  Oh shoot!  He
must be in the guys change room or somewhere.  I peered out at the big
picture windows looking out onto the busy street.  It was still fairly
early, so there weren't that many cars yet, but I didn't really want to
walk out onto the deck buck naked.  Now what am I supposed to do?

   I walked back to the locker, and pulled with all my might on the strap,
but the door wouldn't budge.  I would have called my friend Satomi, who
lives nearby, but my cell phone was in my bag in the locker.  I wandered
over to the entrance.  I could hear Ted rattling away at the desk.  Ted had
always been pretty nice to me, but he did have a reputation for being
overly friendly to some of the girls.  My only other choice was go find
Dirk.

   I walked back round to the door to the pool, and stood there for a
moment gathering up my nerve.  To make matters worse, I was getting all
excited.  I cupped my breasts trying to make the feeling go away, but they
were already stiffening.  I didn't dare touch my pussy.  That would just
make things worse.  Still, I can't think about that now.  I've got to find
Dirk, and get him to ask Ted for that metal strip.

   Taking a deep breath, I finally dashed out onto the pool deck.  Perhaps
it was just my imagination, but it seemed like all these cars popped up out
of nowhere just then.  I felt so embarrassed, but I made my way over to the
entrance to the boys' shower, and peeked in.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you there?"

   He didn't say anything at first, but I could hear a shower going, and
soon he came out dressed in his blue swim trunks.  He looked so ripped,
even more than usual.

   "Emi?  What is it?"

   I hid my naked body behind the door frame, but the people in the cars
outside could see me.

   "Don't come any closer.  I'm naked," I blurted out, not really thinking.
He looked so shocked.  I guess, like most people, he had this image of me
as a good girl, the kind of girl who doesn't do these things.  "I
accidentally locked all my things in the locker, and now I can't get it
open."

   He looked absolutely stunned.  I think at first he didn't understand why
I'd come out to the pool deck naked.

   "Um, what do you want me to do?" he asked, his face torn.  You could
tell he was dying to look.

   "Go tell Ted, and ask him to give you the metal strip we use to open the
lockers."

   Dirk gulped, his eyes on the window behind me.  I turned, and sure
enough, two guys walking by outside had noticed me.  They were killing
themselves laughing.

   "Here, you'd better go back to the change room," Dirk told me more
gently now.  I scurried back over to the girls' side, my face flushing hot.
I dashed through the locker room, my bare feet making slapping sounds on
the floor, my whole body hot.  From near the door, I could hear Dirk and
Ted arguing, and then their voices came closer.

   "Emi will never be able to get the locker open by herself," Ted croaked.
Oh my god, he's coming this way!  I covered my pubic hair with one hand and
my breasts with the other.  Almost before I knew it, Ted barged right into
the girls' locker room!  He stopped short when he saw me, though, gaping at
my naked body.

   "Ted!  Ted!  Don't come in!" I shouted.  "Just give me the strip!  I can
do it!"

   "No, you can't!" he retorted.  "You remember that time with that girl.
You had to get Ray to help you."

   "But that girl wasn't naked," I protested.

   "I don't mind," he chortled.  He came right in, looking around for the
broken locker.  As if that wasn't bad enough, soon Dirk appeared at the
door, peering in to see what was happening.  With Ted in front and Dirk
behind, I didn't have enough hands to cover everything!

   To make matters worse, I was getting very, very excited.  Dirk is a
handsome guy, and his good natured innocence is also quite appealing.  Dirk
is usually such a gentleman, but this time, he made no bones about staring.
I probably should have chased both of them out, but I was too horny to
think straight.  I could feel my hello kitty perking right up.  I feel into
a daze, just standing there, until Ted finally snapped me out of it by
asking,

   "Um, Emi.  Which locker is yours?"

   I glanced back at Dirk, wondering why he'd got me into this, but I think
he was almost as flustered as I was.  He gave me a weak smile of apology,
but he was too excited by my nudity to rescue me.

   I motioned for Dirk to stay there, but when I went after Ted, Dirk
followed me in!  I guess he's always been interested in me a little, but
now with me here naked, he wasn't about to give up the chance to make the
most of it.  I wanted to tell them both to leave, but they were trying to
make out as if they were just here to help me open my locker.  I finally
gave in, and led them over to where my locker is.  Dirk kept peering down
at my bare behind, but Ted finally turned to the locker, and found the
strap.

   "Emi!  You should know better.  It's no wonder it won't open," he
scolded.

   "Just fix it, OK?" I pleaded.  I couldn't take much more of this
staring. In my delicate state, I could feel an orgasm coming on.  I brushed
a piece of fuzz off of one butt cheek.  Dirk stroked his brow, still in awe
that I'd let them both come in, and ogle me.  The tension in the air was
pretty incredible.  A bulge had formed in the front of Dirk's pants.  He
tried to hide it, but he was clearly quite hard for me.  I could easily
picture the two of us making love.  I wonder what it would be like.

   Eventually, Ted managed to pry the locker open.

   "Emi.  You really should be more careful.  You remember all the trouble
we had last summer with these lockers," Ted continued to lecture, clearly
enjoying tormenting me.

   "Yeah, yeah, I know.  Could you get out though?  This is the girls'
locker room."

   "You sure there isn't something else I can help you with?" Ted smirked.

   "No, no, I'm fine.  You should go back to the desk."

   Dirk eventually, intervened, convincing Ted to leave.  Soon though, I
heard Dirk calling from the door.

   "Emi!  Is everything OK?" he asked.  "Sorry about that."

   I was still naked and worried he might come back in, but I finally
answered.

   "Um, yeah, no.  I'm fine.  I know how Ted is.  Thanks for helping."

   "My pleasure." He paused for a moment, and then said, "You've got a
great body!"

   I hadn't really intended to show him, not in this way anyway, but I
appreciated the compliment.  I'd kind of expected him to bring me the strip
himself, but Ted is a bit of a busybody.  How do I get myself in these
messes?

   The next day, Dirk didn't show.  Later, Winston told me that Dirk had
asked if I had a boyfriend.  I hadn't told Winston about Ryosuke, but I
guess he'd heard from Fujiko, who was living in Winston's frat.  I saw Dirk
out on the street once, but he walked on by without saying hi.  I wasn't
sure why, but soon enough Winston told me that Dirk was dating some other
girl.  I was kind of surprised to hear this.  Maybe he thought I was
teasing him.  I definitely hadn't meant to lead him on.  He seems like a
nice guy.

   Later that year, I did end up trying out for the swim team.  Their coach
was so serious, though.  She said I had good basic form (thanks to Dirk I
guess), but I needed to build up my strength and speed.  I still go
swimming a lot.  It was a good experience though, training I mean.  I might
try again some day.

   Emi Tsuruta
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