Dream, Dive, Daley?

Chapter 5

Tom’s point of view.

A/N: Just thought I should try this point of view once before I move back to a regular routine. Isn't great to read from another perspective?

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I rang the doorbell again. No answer. What’s taking her so long? She knew that we were coming today. I looked back at my Mini which was parked in the driveway right behind her dark BMW.

‘What’s taking her so long?’ Chris was getting impatient, and so was I. I looked down at my smashed iPhone. We’ve been standing here like fools for five minutes already. I rang the doorbell once again.

Finally the door opened, but it wasn’t Sutton who stood there. Disappointed? I was. A rather small, curly haired woman stood there, wiping her hands off on the long apron.

‘Excuse me, we must have come wrong. We’re looking for Sutton Halls. Do you know where she lives?’ I politely greeted her, totally confused. I reckon she must be around her fifties.  She could impossibly be Sutton’s mum.

‘Miss Sutton!’ The lady had turned and yelled facing the staircase in the background.  Chris and I looked at each other and shrugged.

‘Thank you Celia. I’ll see you on Thursday’ a mellow and familiar voice greeted Celia who left seconds later. ‘Hey guys. What a surprise’ it wasn’t really much of a surprise. She knew we were coming. All three of us were headed to London to do some promoting for our sponsors, and we decided that we should crash here for a while. She wasn’t wearing much, just a short, silky robe and beneath, a set of matching underwear. Now that’s a lot of naked skin. Sutton came up to me and pulled me into a hug. I quickly embraced her and tightened the grip around her waist, but she let go too fast.

‘Want to pull off a show later for us, love?’ I referred to the way she dressed.

‘You wish!’ She reached out her tongue childishly. Then she gave Chris a hug.  A longer hug than mine. Why did he have to be here? Somewhat it made me feel angry, frustrated and maybe a tiny bit jealous.

I took a look around the house without going anywhere. Can’t risk leaving these two by themselves. ‘Don’t let go’ she whispered. Chris never hesitated by holding on, so he did. Sutton had wrapped her legs around him. Their bodies were intertwined. It released more anger. I looked at Chris. He knew better. He had a girlfriend, Natalie, and he knew that I fancied Sutton.

‘You OK, mate?’ He asked standing there steady as a three with his hands on my girl. I wanted to chop down that three. Then I let my eyes slip over to Sutton. Her body being so perfectly proportioned, but her upper body was a little bit too long. The robe revealed her cute striped pants.

‘Just enjoying the view’ I said with a grin on my face, staring up her cute, fit bum.  

‘Tom! You naughty, naughty person!’ She teased, backed up from the embrace and pulled her robe downwards, which only led to a clear reveal of her cleavage and bra.

‘I think it is quite fair, don’t you Tom? She gets to see us in speedos at practice, we get to see her in nothing but underwear once in a while’ Chris and I chuckled.  But I had to agree. She practically sees us half naked all the time, whilst we only see her three-fourths naked part time. But nobody compares to her.  She rolled her eyes mockingly at us.

‘What do you guys want to do?’ She headed towards the kitchen, probably for some food. I’ve always been hungry for food, but right now I just wanted to spend some quality time with my friends.

‘I reckon we should get to know Sutton Halls a little bit better?’ I dropped my bags, scooped her up from the ground and threw her over my shoulder. She didn’t weigh much, but she was quite heavy.

‘Upstairs’ she giggled a sweet laugh. I let her go on the floor when we entered her little bedroom. It was a queen size bed, a trophy shelf, a dresser and afull-lenght mirror. Why did she have a trophy shelf? We only receive medals.

‘Let’s begin, shall we?’ I went to her dresser with a thing or two in mind. Lingerie and other intimate wear. I pulled out the first drawer. Jackpot! ‘First things first, underwear’ Chris was right behind me. Great minds think alike. Bras, a lot of them too in all the colors of the rainbow.

‘How many bras does a girl need?’ Chris was throwing them at her.  I quickly pulled out the second drawer. It was full of different sorts of pants.

‘Sutton Halls has tons of underwear. She likes to show them off, and she loves them to match’ I tossed a set that matched at her. She threw them back at us, but we were quick enough to duck and avoid to be hit.

I walked over to the trophy shelf that made me curious earlier. There were small figures which were replicas of what I would call tumblers and pom-pom girls.

‘Sutton Halls was a pom-pom girl’ I saw the extreme disappointment spread on her beautiful heart-shaped face.

‘Thomas, how dare you!?’ She shrieked with a pitched voice. ‘We’re extreme athletes. We risk our lives to build human pyramids. Every cheerleader bench presses their weight or more. Basically, we do everything divers plus more’ I understand how angry she’s with me right now. They used to call me a swimmer before I was known to the world as a diving champion. Tom Daley the swimmer.

Sutton sat on her knees in her bed with her arms crossed over her chest. I sat down in front of her as close as I could before it made her uncomfortable. I slid my hand up and down her cold arm. She was freezing.

‘I’m sorry, love. You know I was just joking around’ honestly, I didn’t but what can you tell a girl who is upset? Nothing else but that they’re right. ‘I agree you are all athletes’ her lips curled into a wonderful smile. The type of smile only one really happy person can do.

It was late at night, and the three of us were lying in Sutton’s bed watching a chick-flick. At least Chris and I did. Sutton fell asleep after the first three scenes, resting her head in my lap and her legs in Chris’. She must have been exhausted. There was only three years till the London Olympics, and she’s already stressing out. There’s no pressure. She needs to learn how to relax. But I couldn’t really concentrate about Sutton when Chris was in the room.

‘You remember you have a girlfriend, right? I believe her name is Natalie’ I stroke Sutton wavy, dark hair while watching the movie. What am I watching?

‘What do you mean, dude?’ Chris rested his arms on her perfectly, hairless legs. You could cut the tension with a knife. Maybe it was the heat. I spread a blanket over her naked body. She’d taken off the robe hours ago.  Her body was lined with just enough muscles and a bit of fat.

‘Firstly, you know that I fancy her, and you have to hit on her’ I tightened my jaws. No guy likes to talk about his relationships or who he fancies.

‘Mate, listen… I really didn’t mean to fall in love with her, but something about her made it so easy’ He stared at the flat screen TV up on the wall in front of us. He sighed and traced the side of Sutton’s body with his hands.

‘Get your hands off her if you know what's best for you’ I growled and whispered at the same time, being careful not to wake her up. She turned a little bit further up on my lap, leaving a mark of the side of her face on my thighs. Chris and I’ve been friends for a while, and we had respect for each other. Chris slowly got his hands off her. As if he couldn’t resist her. But I knew the feeling of falling in love and to love someone that much, because I felt it too.