Poolside Tease: Her Rival's After-Hours Tongue

The university pool complex had emptied hours ago, the last of the team long gone after evening practice, leaving only the low hum of the filtration system and the sharp bite of chlorine hanging in the humid air. Fluorescent lights cast harsh white reflections across the still water of the competition lanes. Mia Valenti, twenty-two and built small and wiry from years of sprint freestyle, sat on the edge of the starting blocks in her black racing suit, towel draped over her shoulders. She was supposed to be packing her gear. Instead her dark eyes tracked Lena Voss as the taller woman finished her cool-down stretches on the opposite side of the deck.

Lena was twenty-four, blonde hair still dripping from the last set, tall and powerfully athletic, all long legs and sculpted shoulders that had beaten Mia by a hundredth of a second in the last three dual meets. Their rivalry was public, bitter, and constant—trash talk in the locker room, elbows in the water, cold glares over the coach’s clipboard. What no one else knew was how many nights Mia had gone home with her hand between her legs replaying the sight of Lena peeling out of a wet suit.

Tonight Lena bent forward into a deep hamstring stretch, ass high, the thin blue fabric of her suit clinging to every curve of her glutes. Mia’s gaze locked on and stayed there. She didn’t bother hiding it. The sharp-tongued brunette let her eyes travel slowly from the backs of Lena’s knees up the firm thighs to the place where the suit disappeared between those cheeks.

Lena straightened, glanced over her shoulder, and caught her dead to rights. A slow, filthy smile spread across the blonde’s face. She turned fully, hands on her hips, water still beading on her collarbones.

“Enjoying the view, Valenti? You’ve been staring at my ass for a solid minute. Thought you hated everything about me.”

Mia didn’t look away. She let her towel drop and stood, petite frame tight with defiance. “I do hate you. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a decent pair of glutes when they’re shoved in my face every fucking practice. Yours just happen to be attached to the most arrogant bitch on the team.”

Lena laughed, low and rough, and closed the distance between them with long strides until she towered over Mia at the edge of the pool. Chlorine and the faint salt of sweat rolled off her skin. “Arrogant? I’ve got the times to back it up, little girl. And if you’re going to keep eye-fucking me like that, you might as well admit you’ve been wondering what my tongue could do to that tight little body of yours.”