Sushi (gxg)

Chapter 31

The next few days were pretty hectic. The highlight was Kit and I going to see Bree win the gold in the 200m freestyle, which prompted another celebration among the team. I was really enjoying the camaraderie that we'd formed already, considering I barely knew these women a week ago. The day after we discussed out our motivation ideas was the day before my qualifying heats for the 1500m. In preparation, I swam several shorter 800m practice heats at a nice easy pace just to keep loose. Meanwhile, Kit was over in the diving end, and getting her practice in, and whenever I looked over at her, she was doing great. She still had a couple of landings that she was not perfect on, but she was getting closer and closer every time. I couldn't wait to see her put it all together when her event came up!

But before she had her diving event, I still had more events, including three days in a row of races. First, the qualifying heats for the 1500m, then the next day was the final, and then the following day was the relay for the 4x200m freestyle. My excitement was growing every day, because other than the open water race, the 1500m was my favorite because I got to be in the water the longest, even if it was only for fifteen minutes or so. The only thing I felt bad for was that my qualifying heat was scheduled too close in time as Carina's finals in the Shot Put, so we'd miss cheering her on.

Kit was, if anything, even more excited than I was. "You're swimming today!" she bounced along beside me as we left the room to take the shuttle over to the swimming complex. I had both of our equipment bags slung over my shoulder, so that my lovely girlfriend didn't have to carry a thing. She would be practicing after the heats were done, and so I would stay there doing my ice therapy after the race, and then I could watch her practice. It would be a long day, but we were both used to it, and the payoff would be worth it.

"I am indeed. And you're going to meet my mom," I reminded her. After my heat we'd have a quick lunch with the team, and then Kit could get in her practice before we all went out for a nice dinner with my mom. We couldn't hang out with her nonstop, but we'd make time to see her when we could.

"Stop saying that! I'm already nervous!" Kit complained until I picked her up and slung her in front of me so she could wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"She's going to love you, just like I do. I'm in love with a gorgeous, brave, driven woman who loves the water as much as I do? I mean, come on. She's going to ask us when the wedding is as soon as she spends ten minutes with you," I assured her.

"I hope so. I don't want her to hate me, because I just want to be with you." Kit was wringing her hands together and obviously overthinking everything. I pressed the button for the elevator and then stepped on before I pressed the floor to the lobby. As soon as I did, I turned and pressed Kit up against the wall. She squeaked like a little mouse until I captured her mouth hungrily, letting my tongue invade her mouth, as I gripped that pert ass of hers like it was my lifeline. She whimpered a little, then sunk into me, happily kissing me back and I felt her hands clutching at me until I finally broke away when I felt the elevator stop.

"Nothing, and nobody, will tell me I can't be with you, do you understand?" I said, looking into her glazed eyes.

She nodded, a little slow and dazed, then smiled up at me. "Kiss me again!"

I leaned in for one more quick kiss, and then carried her out into the lobby when the doors opened. "Come on, let's go swim, Sushi."

Now her smile was broad, and I knew that she was feeling a little better. The power of kisses! I finally put her down when we were getting onto the bus, as I couldn't maneuver the steps and down the aisle with her on me, but I made sure she took her normal window seat and I sat next to her as I always did. The views of the city never got old as we drove through the streets, and I idly wondered if Parisians got jaded having seen these same buildings day after day. I assume they must, just as anyone in New York would as well, or any other city for that matter. When you see something every day, maybe it just ceases to become extraordinary.

Except Kit. To me she would always be extraordinary, and would only grow even more so with every day I was able to spend with her. "I can't wait to go to other games with you, all over the world," she whispered after turning to me. "This has been an amazing way to spend time with you."

"We should be able to do that. Not all of our events will be together, but there are some big ones that will be. World games, Pan Am games, and lots of others will let us be together. And I can travel to watch you, and you for me when we have time."

"We can't afford to fly all over the world like that!" she protested. "Even if we win a bunch of gold medals, that's like $150k, and then we need to pay taxes and school, and rent, and...."

I quickly cut her off with another kiss, though she knew what I was doing this time and I could tell there was an adorable pout on her face under our lips. "Don't worry about that, okay? I have a lot more money than I know what to do with. I own the rights to all my dad's books, including the movie rights. I am making a lot of cash on two of them that were made into movies overseas, and the house was paid for years ago, and my dad had a very nice life insurance policy as well. Flying to be with my girl will never be an issue, okay?" I may not have liked him in the least for what he'd done to my mother, but I couldn't help but be thankful for him providing me with a future where I could concentrate on my swimming without having to worry about a job right now. I know a lot of other Olympic athletes didn't have that luxury.

She looked back at me in shock, and then a small smile grew on her face. "So, you're my sugar mama? Am I gonna be a kept woman, naked and there for your pleasure?"

I snorted in laughter, drawing a few glances from others on the shuttle, then leaned into peck Kit's nose. "You were going to be naked and for my pleasure, anyway, as was I. But yeah, if a sugar mama can be two years older than you, I guess that's me. Is that alright?"

"Of course, it's okay. I just don't want you to think I'm into you just for the money!"

"I know you're not. We told each other how we felt before you knew anything about that. I know you are with me for more than money." That was something I was very secure with. I had no doubts about her feelings, nor my own.

"Exactly, I just want your tits!" She let out a little giggle, then leaned her head onto my shoulder. "And the rest of you too, please. All of you. I want all of you, and I always have. I think I have from the moment I saw you."

I thought back to that day and my mouth dropped open in shock. "Hey! You came into the room when I was doing yoga, the first look you got of me was when I was bent over in my yoga pants!"

"Yep, and it was a really good first impression. That ass was amazing! I didn't even know I liked girls until that moment, and I tried to fight it so I wouldn't upset my family until you called me Sushi. After that, I realized that I wanted you, no matter how scary it was. So, I guess your butt in yoga pants did the trick. Made me wanna spank it!"

"You made a great impression on me too. Even upside down, I could tell you were gorgeous," I told her. "You made my heart pound out of control as soon as we met."

"I guess we were destined to end up together, huh?"

"Yep. If we already came this far in a month, where do you think we'll be in a year?"

She scratched her chin for a moment before she looked up with a devious smile. "Based on our normal routine, I'll be married to you, and then be naked and on top of you in some way."

I couldn't fault her logic at all, she was most likely right. Next summer we'd be out of school, so unless we were doing some training or at a meet, there was an excellent chance I'd keep her naked. "You've got a very good chance of being right about that."

"Damn right. I'll keep you naked all the time, even if we're just hanging out. That body of yours is stunning." She ran her hands over my thigh, and tried to give it a squeeze, though her hand was so much smaller than my leg that it didn't work well.

"You're going to kiss my head again today, right?" I was wearing the blue tinted wig on the bus, which had been my standard here in France since we were repping the US, and I pointed at it just as a reminder.

"Of course. I have lipstick in my bag. I'll do that for every race you're in, nobody will ever doubt that you have someone cheering for you." She sounded a little fierce, though she would never need to worry. Nobody would ever come between us.