Eva remembered Bella’s warning again and it also hit her that Bella didn’t finish her story about the reason why there are two schools and two principals, and what actually happened to Principal Sorwyce. It sounded like a mystery worth getting looked into, but not now. She could play Nancy Drew some other day. Now, it was time to relax.
She looked around, and saw that there were only a few students in the gymnasium, including herself. She grabbed her backpack, and rushed over to her locker for her suit, then straight to the swimming pool.
The place was silent and soothing. She was glad. It happened so rarely that she was alone at the swimming pool, seeing there were so many students here, and they all had swimming classes for P.E. The water glistened, as the soft gleaming lights from the corners and depths revealed nothing but clarity. There was no one around. It was a Friday evening and Bella told her that no one goes swimming this late anyway, so she figured she could just change her clothes here and go for the showers, before doing a few laps. It would save her time.
She lowered her backpack next to a little bench, then sat down, taking off her shoes and socks. Next followed her skirt and blouse. She reached in the back to unhook her bra, and as her bra slid down her arms, the doors opposite her opened, and a guy came barging in, big headphones on his ears, humming to some song Eva didn’t recognize.
Upon seeing her, half naked, with a full frontal view of her breasts, the guy grinned, revealing his fangs. Eva quickly lifted her hands and arms to cover herself but it was too late. He’d already seen what there was to see.
“Shit!” Eva murmured to herself, turning around immediately, knowing full well that she was wearing only a thin pair of panties, but at least those covered her butt properly.
“When the thought of going swimming popped to mind, I didn’t know I’d be graced with an extra little something,” he told her, and she could hear from the sound of his voice, that he still had that stupid grin on his face.
“Oh, don’t be a smart ass,” she fired back, “and get me that towel.”
She pointed at a towel which was, at this point, closer to him than it was to her, and the last thing she wanted to do was turn around to face him again, with only her one hand covering her breasts.
“Why should I?” he asked. “You called me a smart ass. That’s not very nice.”
With her whole body still turned away from him, she could hear him walking over to the little bench.
“Plus, I really like what I’m seeing,” he continued. She wasn’t sure if he was doing this on purpose to make her angry or not. “Why should I let you hide yourself, when the odds are stacked so nicely for me?”
Eva couldn’t stop herself from blushing poppy red, especially when she heard him chuckling to himself. From what she’d seen, he wasn’t bad looking himself.
“You really are an ass,” she hissed, turning just a little, to eye him with the right side of her face.
“You know, that is only getting your towel further and further away from you.”
“I could just go and get it myself, you know.”
“By all means,” he replied, took one step back, and extended the hand which was now holding the towel she so desperately needed. “You know, one might wonder why you’re taking your clothes off in here, instead of in the locker rooms, if you don’t want the attention?”
She was furious by this point, all the more so, because he was right. She shouldn’t have done this stupid, silly thing, but how was she supposed to know that anyone would be coming here this late? Wasn’t everyone supposed to have plans on a Friday night, like normal people?
“I thought I’d be the only person here this late,” she explained, nicely this time.
“Funny, I thought the same thing,” he replied. “Here.”
He walked on over, and gently threw the towel over her back, allowing her to fully hide herself from his gaze. A second later, she turned around to face him.
“Thank you,” she eyed him, then her stuff. “I guess it was stupid to do this. I just thought I’d be quick enough, jump under the showers, and do it all here.”
“I know,” he nodded, “I do the same thing.”
Then, he started taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asked, shocked by the sight of his rippling muscles and six pack. His body was amazing. She was sure that he’d spent half of his time at the academy, here at the swimming pool.
For a second, she thought how it would feel against her fingers. Was it hard, like a rock? Would her touch tickle him?
“Taking off my clothes, of course.”
He threw his t-shirt carelessly on the bench, then pulled down his pants, taking off his shoes before that. He was wearing skin tight boxer shorts.
“What? Why?” she immediately looked away, but not before she could see that he was packing. And, he wasn’t even aroused yet. “Stop! I don’t wanna see that!”
“Well, it’s only fair, no?” he asked, his fingers resting against his boxer shorts, still not pulling them down. “I saw you. Granted, it was an accident, a sweet one as well, but I still saw you. So, fair is fair, and I’ll show you something of mine.”