Woodbridge Academy

Ch.9

Stroke, stroke stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe.

My hand hit the wall at the end of the pool and a loud horn blew out throughout the natatorium. I gripped the edge of the pool with both hands and pulled myself out of the pool with a quick glance at the time above the pool. With a grin, I realized that I had just beat my own record at the 200 freestyle. One of my teammates tossed me a towel. I thanked him with a smile as I pulled my goggles off and wiped off my face. My coach was ecstatic by the time he made it over to me. "Jason! You set a new school record!" He exclaimed. "Congratulations, kid you've earned it."

"Thanks, coach." I returned with a grin as I finished drying off and pulled my track pants and sandals on. It was hot as hell in here, but I hated standing around in my swimsuit on. I wouldn't be swimming again until the 500 freestyle and then the butterfly, so I had a ways to go. I generally competed in more than that, but for this season, I was given a break. It was more than welcome. Less events meant less time at practice, and that meant I got to pend my extra free time doing something else.

Or someone else...

I chuckled to myself at my own stupidity and pulled my t-shirt on over my head before plopping myself on the bench. Despite the adrenaline from the swim meet, I was exhausted. Falling asleep at Matt's had seemed like a great idea at the time, but he woke me up early and now I was totally beat. Not that I'm complaining. We had sent a good hour just exchanging kisses and curled up naked in bed together. It was actually probably one of the best things I have done recently. It even beat skiing in Switzerland with my dad and Senator Kent over Christmas break. Matt was sweet, he was complimentary, and for some bizarre reason, he wanted me. I couldn't help but wonder why he would ever choose me over the many, many attractive guys in our class. There was more than one guy who shared his pretentious background, and I'm sure there was more than one closet case around here. I mean, look at Josh and Adam. Adam was the last guy I would have expected to want a secret relationship with another guy. I always thought I had been like that too, yet here we are. Not that I regret it. The decision to take tis leap into the unknown with Matt was probably one of the best decisions I have made in a long time. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how into it I actually was. I had never in my entire life felt anything as amazing as his mouth wrapped around me, and honestly, it felt pretty good to be the little spoon last night. Matt had molded perfectly around me. I totally get why people love being in that position. It's so relaxing. I don't think I have ever felt so cared for.

I cheered along for my teammates until it was time for me to get back in the pool for the 500. I hated this event. It was just exhausting, but for some reason, I was actually good at it. I still finished first this time around, but didn't come close to any records. I was okay with that. There were bigger fish to fry. By the time the meet was over, all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and get some good rest. Unfortunately, a pretty lengthy history paper due the following Monday would probably have to be started. Life as a senior was supposed to be easy, but apparently Woodbridge Academy didn't believe in allowing students to get away with any senioritis. This year was the hardest of all.

After a quick shower and changing, I said bye to the guys and headed out of the locker room. I had barely made it down the hallway when a blur blew by me and dragged me into a closet. It took until I was shoved against a wall and pounced on that I realized it was Matt. I tore my mouth away from his and let out a chuckle. "Good to see you, too." I teased him. His cheeks turned a bright pink. "What's going on?"

"I watched you swim today." He told me as his lips found their way to my neck. "In case I didn't think you were sexy enough already, that tiny speedo sure did the trick." He murmured, his lips tickling my skin as he did so. "It was incredible. You're so...fast." He pulled away and grinned at me. "My little fishie."