Chapter 2

The charter plane took off for Atlanta and after landing it rolled to a separate part of Hartsfield International. All the passengers got off while the plane was refueled. There wasn’t much to do while they waited so the girls went to the restroom. They all came out together, some looking very mischievous.

An hour later the team was back on the plane. The attendants did their safety message again and then they were on their way to England. Not quite an hour later the pilot came on the intercom.

“In a few minutes we’ll cross over the coast and then it will be nothing but ocean the rest of the way. We should arrive in London City Airport around 10 PM local time. Unless you want your days and night switched around I strongly suggest that you stay awake as much as possible during the flight.”

“The pilot’s correct gang,” Coach said when it was clear that the pilot was finished. “Get some homework done, watch some movies. Whip out those cards you all carry and get some games started.” He paused for bit and then dropped the first surprise of the trip. “There will be a bus at the airport to pick us up and take us to the London Aquatic Centre pool for practice before you go to the hotel and to bed.”

The groaning was loud and it made the coaches all chuckle.

“Hey, training trip, remember? I’ll let you know when we’re about two hours out so you can get a nap in. Freshmen, welcome to Christmas training!”

Soon games of Cribbage and Egyptian Ratscrew were being played on the table in the rear of the plane, while the quieter swimmers read or watched a movie on the TV mounted on the seatback in front of them. After about two hours of that the boredom set in and everyone closed the shade on their window and began to fall asleep. When the attendants saw this, they dimmed the lights.

Several of the couples, both those engaged and those just together, cuddled up under blankets. That was when the orgasm game began. After the trip, it was revealed that the girls had set up a contest to determine which couples could get the highest number of orgasms. The couples used the blankets as cover so they could play without being seen. The girls were giving handjobs to their boyfriends in return for a finger fucking.

Terri had Deena’s cock out under their blanket and was stroking it with one hand while she finger fucked Deena’s pussy with the other. It was also later determined that the couple had a distinct advantage since one of the partners had both a penis and a vagina and were, therefore, disqualified from the game.

About a half-hour before landing, the lights came up and the attendants woke all of the passengers to let them know to make sure their seat belts were fastened and so on. The couples quickly pulled panties back into place and stuffed penises back into pants.

“I feel sorry for whoever has to wash these blankets,” Sian whispered to Will.

The various sounds and vibrations that occur before a plane lands were happening as the flaps were extended and the wheels came down. The sound of the engines changed as well. All were looking out of windows to see the area and watch the landing. Some were concerned due to the rain coming down and the various puddles that could be seen.

The plane got closer to the ground and then, suddenly, the engines powered up slightly, the plane lifted just a little and then it touched down as gentle as could be. The thrust reversers were deployed and the plane quickly slowed. Flaps retracted back into the wings as the plane taxied down the long runway. It turned towards the private hanger owned by the charter company and to the surprise of all, it rolled right into the building before it came to a gentle stop.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to London. The local time is 10:03PM. The temperature is 13 degrees Celsius, that’s 56 to you Yanks and, as is usually the case at this time of year, it’s raining. Thank for flying with us and we shall see you for the trip back in about ten days.”

The front left door opened and a staircase was rolled to the door. Coach stood, along with his wife and children. He looked back at his team and spoke.

“OK, there is a bus waiting for us. Get off the plane, get onto the bus. We will drive straight over to the Olympic pool and get in a few thousand meters to get out the kinks. Then we’ll head to the hotel for a quick light meal and then hit the sack. Practice in the morning will be at 07:00 followed by breakfast, study time, weights, lunch, study time, afternoon practice, study time and then our host has a welcome party and dinner.”

He smiled and continued for a bit more.

“Your bags will be taken to your rooms and will be waiting there for you after practice. Take your swim bags and let’s get this party started!”

He took his wife’s hand and walked off the plane. His son and daughter followed as well as Coach Sims and his wife. Then came the manager and trainer and finally the swimmers began to disembark, thanking the attendants and the pilot, who had come out of the flight deck.

The team walked right from the plane to the bus and settled in for the drive to the pool. The swimmers kept a look out of the windows to see what sort of area it was but in the dark there wasn’t much to see other than what they would have seen at home driving through town at night.

The bus took a few turns and then pulled up to the Aquatic Centre. The bus door opened and a man stepped in. He pulled the hood of his rain slicker off of his head and shook hands with Coach and then looked at the team.

“Good evening, State. My name is Wilson Bradley.”

“The Wilson Bradley?” One of the swimmers asked.

“Well, I’m a Wilson Bradley. I am also an alumni of State and I’m one of the men who worked to make this trip happen. We will be the only people in the building, so there should be no interruptions. When you get off just run for the door and another of the alumni will have it open for you. Once inside our last alumni member will direct you to the locker rooms and then we’ll lead you to the pool. My wife will be in the ladies locker room. Any questions?”

There were none, so he stepped off the bus, pulling the hood back in place as he exited. Next off was Coach Sims and he sprinted through the heavy rain for the lit doorway about 15 meters away. As each swimmer got off the bus they took off for the doorway. It’s always been interesting to me that swimmers would dislike water as much as they do.

The start of practice was always an ordeal for the coaches and it never failed that the best kids on the team were the worst at getting in the water on time. The line of kids spread out and Coach O’Dell was the last one off after verifying with the bus driver what time they would be done. He ran into the building and greeted his former swimmer, James Rogers, at the door.

“Hello, James. Thank you for all your help with this trip.”

“Hell Coach, I only did my part. How are they looking?”

“Like the best I’ve ever had, James. They are tough and relentless and funny as hell!”

“So, perfect!”

“Yup.”

“I hear that you brought Deb and the kids. I’m glad about that. Over the years if there’s anything that screws up the families of coaches it’s when the coach tries to leave the job at work and segregates the family from it.”

“I finally figured that out. I didn’t realize how far Deb and I were growing apart. I’m hoping our time here will take major steps to fix that.”

“Are you going to let her help coach the kids?”

“I don’t know that she knows much about coaching.”

“Think about that, Paul. You’ve been married nineteen years and have two kids and you don’t know if she knows much about coaching?”

“Yeah, I guess that does sound pretty bad. James, I can’t undo the past but I’m going to make some major changes going forward. I hope it doesn’t take away from my coaching.”

“It won’t. What was it you told me when I was scared over the birth of my firstborn? The baby won’t split your love, it will multiply it. Love expands to fill the lives available.”

“Thanks, James. Now I better go and get to the kids. I’ll see you and April tomorrow.”

“Yes you will. And the kids will be there as well.”

Coach and James shook hands and Coach headed for the locker room James pointed to. He went in and walked out onto the deck of the 2012 Olympic swimming meet. He looked around and for a moment took in the atmosphere. The extra seating that seemed to go up forever on both sides of the pool was gone, replaced by tinted windows. The team was waiting for him, so he walked to the starting end and smiled to see the wonder on their faces.

“It looks like it’s just another 50 meter pool, but history was made here. Let’s get in and just do a 200 to loosen up. Before you do that, go over to the bin, and get a kickboard and a pull buoy.”

The swimmers went to the area where the training aids were stored and got the equipment they needed. Returning to the end of the pool, they set their stuff down on the deck and the eager ones jumped into the two-meter deep water. They swam with long smooth strokes. Some doing freestyle, others backstroke or breaststroke.

When they were done with the four laps they stopped and Coach gave them a 2000 meter long set that allowed them to vary speeds and strokes. After that came a series of fast 50 meter kick sprints followed by a descending set of 200 meter swims with the pull buoy between their legs so they wouldn’t kick. The goal was to start at a moderate speed and gradually get very fast for the last five 200’s. Everyone enjoyed the rest their legs got after the kicking they’d done but now their arms felt like limp spaghetti.

“OK gang, That’s it. Hop out and get dressed. We’ll take the bus to the hotel. It looks like there will be rain on and off for all the time we’re here. We will still walk to the pool from the hotel on most days. Dry off well and make sure to get the water out of your ears, we don’t want any ear problems from your exposure to colder air. Hop to it!”

The swimmers got out of the pool and put their equipment back where they found it and walked on weakened legs to the locker rooms. The shower rooms were good sized and many of the swimmers just stood under the hot water and tried to remember how much they loved the sport.

In the girls locker room, Tina paused dressing for a few seconds to look at Deena’s penis. Deena saw her looking.

“Is something wrong, Tina?”

“What? Oh! No. I mean, I don’t know. On the flight over I had Bobbie’s cock in my hand for the first time and now that I look and compare, I think he got short changed.”

The girls around the two burst out in laughter.

“Don’t any of you tell him that. And don’t ask why all of a sudden I had that thought pop into my head.”

“Tina, it’s OK. Cocks come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Simon’s is about the same size as mine.”

“And I don’t mind a bit!” Terri tossed out, causing more laughter.

“Well, I suspect that there will be a lot of cock comparing during this trip. I wonder if we’ll get the chance to meet some British cocks?” Jill Clapton thought out loud.

“Hell, Jill. All you have to do is walk into a bar and pick a guy up and carry him out,” one of the girls said.

“Yeah, like you did that one time when the football team was giving you shit about being in their weightroom,” Terri said.

“That guy was bitching because he said girls had no business in the football teams weight room. So I had to adjust his attitude.”

“I remember. He had just got done benching 400 pounds and he made some comment about you not being able to do that so you didn’t belong. So you took the plates off and did a hundred reps with just the 45 pound bar. I thought he was going to cry. Then you came back in after you dressed and grabbed him around the waist and you picked him up and carried him out the door.”

“We had a date that Friday but it turned out that he was an asshole and I had to break one of his fingers when he grabbed my ass. It was a shame. He was cute.”

“I don’t know how you do it Jill,” Tina said.

“Do what?”

“I’m pretty small and I think that most cocks would stretch me out but you must barely feel one.”

“Tina, you do know that your vagina can shrink or stretch to accommodate any man. I mean you aren’t going to find a man that is as big as a baby.”

“Right, Tina, but you might find one hung like a baby!” Deena said.

All the girls were dressed and had their parkas on when they walked out into the building’s lobby to be greeted by the three alumni and to be chided by the boys for taking so much time.

“We were having a long philosophical conversation about cocks,” Jill said.

“Long huh?” Paul Boden responded.

“Yeah, Paul, not like yours,” Jill replied.

Everyone chuckled.

“If you play your cards right, I might let you find out the truth for yourself,” he shot back immediately.

“Come on you goofs! On to the bus!” Coach Sims ordered, interrupting Jill’s response.

Everyone thanked the alumni as they exited and ran for the bus. Once settled on the bus, Coach told the driver to head to the hotel. The Hyatt Stratford had been secured for the team and it would occupy an entire floor with two or three swimmers per room. Couples like Sian and Will had a king bed, as did the trio of Terri, Deena, and Simon.

The drive to the hotel took minutes since it was less than a mile away. Once all were checked in it was just past midnight and there was no problem getting all to bed and asleep.

Coach and Deb and the kids had adjoining rooms with the two boys in one room and their parents in the other. The boys were beat and were out as soon as they hit the beds. Coach and Deb took a little longer to get to sleep.

First they showered in the large walk-in making love like they were still kids. They dried each other and once in bed Deb brought Paul back to life with loving touches and kisses and licks. Their love making was the best either could remember for years and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The alarm went off at 6AM and Paul rose and quickly showered, dressed, kissed Deb, and headed to the lobby for a cup of coffee before getting the team together and walking in the cold rain over to the pool. They were met by James Rogers and the third alum, Alfred Townes, at the door. The team quickly filed in and headed to the lockers and then the pool deck.

The practice was long and very challenging and just for the fun of it, Coach took the kids to the diving well and had them all jump or dive off of the 10 meter diving platform. Some of the swimmers jumped, One of the boys forgetting to cover his balls and paying the price. One of the girls dove and lost her suit as the thin strap snapped under the pressure of the water filling her suit as she hit the water in a very nice streamline.

All returned to the lockers and this time they all dressed quickly, due to their need for breakfast. The group trekked back to the hotel and they were ushered into a meeting room where a breakfast buffet was set out for them, including large amounts of chocolate milk. When they were finished they cleaned up the room, much to the delight and surprise of the wait staff, and they returned to their rooms for showers, naps, study, or whatever.

That evening after practice there was a wonderful dinner in the meeting room that featured the three alumni and their families telling embarrassing stories about each other and Coach O’Dell. At the end, Coach outlined the training schedule for the remainder of the trip and told the team that lights out was at 10PM each night. Several of the swimmers went to the hotel’s concierge and inquired about local dance clubs and the like. They had the idea to go out on the next Saturday night since they would be leaving on the following Sunday afternoon.

The training continued to be stressful and challenging and it seemed that they never had the energy to go out after the evening practice. Their afternoons were absorbed with trips to the nearby icons of London. They took a private tour, arranged by Alfred Townes, of the Tower of London. They learned about some of the famous inmates of the past and had a long tour and discussion about Guy Fawkes and the Gunpowder Plot.

They toured the Cutty Sark, a three masted clipper that sailed the tea routes from India. In the mid 1800’s she was the fast sailing ship in the world. The kids walked the deck and listened to the tour guide.