Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
Vera's POV
Mr. Blacksmith, our coach blows the whistle and all five of us swimmers adjust our goggles and quickly make a dive into the water.
"Woo-hoo!" All the Dame high school students in the stadium shout praises at us and clap.
"Go girl!! Yeah kill it, Vee!!" I hear Sage shout my name amongst the audience and I increase my swimming pace.
My hands shove in and out of the blue waters of the pool. I wade carefully enough not to swim over to the hurdle.
It'll take about five more seconds to reach the end of the pool where the coach is watching us with those dark eyes of his.
"Shit!" I curse as I realize I'm almost reaching the hurdle and swerve back into the middle.
I close my mouth tightly to avoid water finding its way into my mouth...and...
"Yeah!!" Everyone screams as I reach the edge first and climb out.
A loud ovation flies through the air while I breathe in short pants. Mr. Blacksmith gives me a long look.
But, hell...I realize too late that he's only looking at my breasts. The sports bra I'm wearing is light and my titties are propping out as the fabric hugs tightly against me.
"Congrats, Vee. You never cease to amaze." He tells me and I'm left surprised at his actions.
I thought we weren't on talking terms? Oh, maybe I was wrong...
Or the man is hard down there and needs to get off some steam.
Anyway, I mostly pretend like nothing new happened and nod with a smile.
Other swimmers are now climbing out of the water and some are grinning.
"Girl, you did it again. Yeah!" Sage hurries over and hands me my towel.
 "You should really represent Dame in the State tournament, cuz that backstroke was awesome."
I laugh at her words while drying my hair and face.
"You know we'll graduate soon. So, It's not going to work out." I tell her and then we start making our way into the locker room.
"For real, Dame High School will lose a gem once we graduate. No one else has recorded ever swimming that fifty meters pool in ten seconds." She shrugs.
"Yeah. I know. But trust me, I don't want to make it a career. I'm just doing it as a hobby." I tell her and she nods, knowingly.
We arrived at the locker room and the boys were already changing into their clothes.
"Shit...what is she doing here?" Sage's voice has me looking away from my locker to the direction she's looking at.
"Ohh," I whisper equally surprised.
The blond girl that Sage fucked during the prom night is right down there mouthing kisses to Jackson. One of Harry's crew.
Is he her boyfriend?
However, Sage speaks, voicing my unspoken question.
"So, she has a boyfriend? Damn, the chick made me believe she was single."
Her voice has a tinge of regret or is it...jealousy? Well, I don't know Sage as the jealous type. Unless...
"Wait, are you trying to make her your girlfriend?" I cock my brow and oh....my shoulders sag when I see the look in her eyes.
She loves the girl. Sage? Loves someone? I gasp in shock and hold her hand.
"Did you tell her?"
"Of course I did." She exhales, sadly. "Her pussy tasted so good. I wanted to keep her and stop sleeping around. But then look."
"Oh, girl." I pull her close and hug her. I tsk and break our hug when I realize something. "What if he's not her boyfriend? I mean, what if you can still win her over and make her yours?"
"C'mon, Vera. You know I don't force people..."
"It's not about you forcing her, it's about you making your intention clearly known. It's about you going after what you so much desire, girl." I roll my eyes when I see her doubting my words.
 "Sage, people rarely come by what their hearts desire. So when you see yours, you go grab it."
"Do you want to taste that good pussy again? Don't you want to hear her scream your name again as your fuck the shit outta her?"
She playfully smack my arm and grins. "Don't go there..."
"Of course, I'll. C'mon, go after what you really want."
While we are speaking, our eyes draw across the room and see the girl practically staring at Sage with lust gleaming in her eyes.
"Damn, she wants you. Go get her." I tell her and she skitters off, and the blonde follows her in tow as if a spell was cast on her.
Oh, now...my bff is about to get her shit together whereas mine is still a total kinda mess.
I open my locker and see my cell vibrating. I get it with one tug of my hand and look over at the scream.
"David?" I croon and my heart starts beating when I realize he sent me texts.
I lubricate my dry throat as I type in my password. Then I read the messages.
"Hell...so this is it? Nothing romantic at all to entice me? Bull shit, David. I'm not responding to these texts."
I ignore the message and go to my Facebook, clicking away at the background. However, one last message props up.
"C'mon, Kid. Tell me what you want. Let Daddy make it up to you."
"You!" I rasp out, only to realize this isn't a call but rather a text message. I'm just about to type it in the message box and send but changed my mind at the last minute.
I type instead, "I want to have a boyfriend. That's the only way you can make it up to me."
I wait to see his response and I can't stop imagining what he'll do seeing this message. Unfortunately, his response doesn't come as quick.
While trying to close my locker door, someone emerged behind me and push me against the cold metal of the locker.
I land against it with a thud and the man presses himself against me.
Hands skating up my ass, through my navel, and land lastly on my left breast.
I moan at the contact and my body practically squirms.
"I've been watching you swim and it made me nuts like some kinda animal in heat." A kiss lands on my neck...up...up to the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
A moan finds its way outta my mangled lips. I thrust myself against the Johnson pressing blatantly on my ass.
A hiss tear from his lips at my act and he fondle unrepentantly hard on my left breast.
"And the instant you got out..." A ragged breath hit my ear and nape....strong masculine hand holding and brushing my nipple. "I saw red. The way this..."
He pushes at my sports bra, my boob spilling into his hand. A cuss manufactured from the deepest of his larynx caresses my ear.
"Mr. Blacksmith." I hurl, arousal spiking my veins and other sensitive spots in the body. It's like I'm drugged and suspended in a haze.
"And saw this shitty bra hugging that fucking delicious boobs, your creator gave you, I lost all rational thought. My mind only sings for me to suck on it...drink from it. And make myself
cum."
At that, he twirls me around, my back thumping hard against the locker...
My coach looks me in the eyes...smirks cruelly and takes a dive at my nipple.
"Fuck!!!" I curse as his tongue hovers and tugs at my pointy tip...