Chapter 253: The Aquatic Center; Arrival and Playing With Savannah

Monday, June 20, 2005 (Continued)

The Aquatic Center chapters will be slightly non-chronological, to follow each thread in a consistent, logical, masculine manner.

Corvallis's Osborn Aquatic Center is very nice, and not just because it sometimes contains many dozens of bikini-clad girls. Inside there's an Olympic-sized pool (165 feet/50 meters long) and a smaller, warmer one. The deep end of the big pool has a low and high diving board, a rope swing and a zip line. Outdoors there's a 25-meter lap pool and a fun pool, which has a big water slide, water jets and other fun stuff.

The last time I'd been here had been at the end of last summer, about nine months after my first merge. It'd taken four minds' worth of subconscious control to get my body to start changing noticeably, so I'd been a total nobody (pun intended) during my last visit. No body, and no confidence either. This time promised to be considerably different, and not only because of my bright yellow Speedos (in 3B-land my "very, very embarrassing" Speedos had been yellow and black. In this dimension they were solely yellow, and much brighter than the two-tone pair. The current pair probably deserved three "verys").

We paid our way into the Center, then headed to our respective changing rooms. Ava had warned me not to overreact to Carol's new bathing suit, so I thought it best to rush into one of the bathroom stalls, shut the door, shut my eyes, and send a sight blob to check Carol out. Plus any other pretty girls who were getting changed, for comparison purposes.

The male and female changing rooms were next to each other, so finding Carol & Co. was easy. They were standing together and mostly talking. Their hands were moving, but slower than their mouths. For once that was fine with me, as it gave me time for sightseeing.

It'd been quick and easy to spot my girls, as I only needed to survey the whole room to pick them out and zoom to them. Now I zoomed out to the ceiling level in the middle of the room, then panned around to find a girl I wanted to 'compare' with Carol; mostly to very diligently compare their breasts sizes. There was plenty of choice, as the place was pleasingly busy. It was the first free day of the vacation, the weather wasn't really good enough for the beach or other dedicated outdoor activities, so coming here was a very common decision.

Perving with a sight blob is considerably better than with real eyes, as it's able to move anywhere. If a girl turned so her back was to 'me', then no problem, I just zipped the blob around to her side or front. I could actually zip the blob straight through her, but that seemed weird. It was as quick as thought. To get a close look at a nipple, I could zip the blob forward until it was nearly touching it, filling my field of view with breast and nipple. And although it truly did feel invasive, when a girl raised one leg to dry it (placing the foot on the bench usually), I could zip the blob down to floor level between her legs and look up.

There were a lot of very attractive girls. At times like this I wished I could manage multiple sight blobs. Sometimes life is very unfair.

Once I'd quickly checked out all the best looking exposed girls, I checked them out again (I was enjoying myself!). Plus there were a lot of them, so it took me quite a while to work my way around the room, by which time the girls who were undressing had removed even more items of clothing. Plus more girls were arriving constantly, so it was a never-ending, always-changing, visual feast of many, many beautiful teenage girls' or young women's bodies. There were plenty of unattractive sights too, but I did my VERY best to ignore those.

My mentioning "women" above deserves a little expansion. Thanks mostly to the hot tub party after bowling, I'd previously seen something like two dozen naked girls in my life, but had never seen a naked woman (not 'in the flesh', so to speak). There was every possible age available to look at now, so I had plenty of opportunities to look at young, middle-aged and old women. Initially I looked only at the attractive ones, but after a couple of minutes I actually became curious about older bodies. It was very strange, and quite unsettling, to imagine Julia and Carol changing in the ways I observed.

I checked out my girls from time to time, watching them as they undressed slowly and erratically, depending on how interested they were in the conversation at the moment. I was watching when Carol reached into her bag and pulled out a bikini.

#8: <Carol's new swimsuit is a BIKINI! She hasn't worn a bikini since she started growing tits.>

#5: <Looks like she's about to wear one now.>

As it turned out, not "now", because Julia had to admire it first. Carol held it up to show Julia, then passed it over for Julia to look at closely. Julia held up one piece, looked at it, turn it around, looked at it again, talked to Ava and Carol about it (which I couldn't hear, dammit), etc. It's funny how guys think sometimes, because Carol was standing naked and I was frustrated because she wouldn't put her new bikini on. Especially because it appeared to be a very nice bikini (and you should know my highly complex criteria for what makes a "nice bikini" by now. Hint: not much makes it). The cups appeared to be quite small, and the ass didn't appear to be all there. I was quite frustrated that Carol wouldn't put her nice bikini on.

Finally the girls finished discussing the 342 different criteria that went into deciding what swimsuit to buy (342 for FEMALES buying swimsuits, I mean. When males buy swimsuits, for either gender, we have a list of criteria that concentrates only on the essential items), then Carol started putting it on. I watched avidly.

It wasn't a "nice bikini"; it was a VERY nice bikini. So nice that I was amazed Carol had bought it. Make that "amazed and very, very pleased." She looked GOOD! She knew it too, as she posed happily, did a half-twirl, showed Julia and Ava her ass. Showed me too, I was still as avid as I could be.

#6: <Remember how amazed we were that Carol was happy to wear that special occasion dress she and Julia bought in 3B-land. This is similar, although I don't understand why she's suddenly happy to show so much when she's spent years making sure everything was fully covered. She didn't even like dresses above her knees, and that bikini is exposing WAY more than her knees.>

#2: <It's just as well we're checking her out now, because if we saw her in that bikini without warning, we'd probably react far too strongly.>

Katelin entered my field of view, giving Carol the opportunity to pose and twirl again. Carol was genuinely happy, and appeared to have totally changed her personality from the girl I'd known for my entire life.

I was watching (avidly, as it turned out) when Ava reached out and adjusted the fit of one of Carol's breasts in its bikini cup. Ava didn't adjust the cup, she adjusted the BREAST! Bizarrely none of the girls reacted any more than they would have if someone had brushed a piece of lint off a shoulder.

#4: <Girls are WEIRD! Can you imagine a guy reaching out and adjusting which side another guy was 'dressed on'. There'd be a murder followed by a riot. How on Earth can girls be so intimately casual? Even Katelin didn't care, so it's not a between-lovers thing. It's obviously a girl thing.>

#5: <I figure it's because girls are weird.>

#4: <You've convinced me.>

#6: <We should get dressed ourselves now. They'll be confused if we're not outside the changing room waiting for them when they come out.>

We'd seen Julia and Ava in their bikinis before, as they were the ones they'd taken to LA. They'd bought sexier ones in the LA store, but they were too sexy for Corvallis. (The ones we'd ordered online this morning were too sexy for Oregon, and probably at least forty other states.)

I canceled my sight blob, had a quick pee while I was sitting where I was, then got changed into my bright yellow Speedos (sigh). I was the first to arrive at our designated meeting spot, probably because I hadn't stopped to do any twirls.

I put my eye-hiding sunglasses on, then sent a sight blob to check on my girls. 'My' girls had apparently forgotten about my existence, as they were too busy talking to each other. They were ready to come out - Carol even with a towel wrapped around her torso at breast level, presumably to hide her swimsuit from me so they could do a grand unveiling - but moving their mouths took precedence over moving their feet.

Normally I'd be impatient, but have I mentioned that there were probably hundreds of girls walking around in bikinis? At times like this I wished I could operate multiple sight blobs, because I couldn't keep perving in the changing room without being totally blind to what was going on around me. What I did instead was move the sight blob so it was about ten feet directly above me and look around from there.

[That's worth a brief comment, because I could do it in what seemed to be no time. Moving an NP-fingertip that distance, never mind the walls in the way, wouldn't be instantaneous because air resistance would slow it down. It would be VERY fast, sub-one second even, but not instant. Moving blobs could be done as fast as I could think about it. If I was using a sight blob to fly my perspective down an unknown hallway, as I'd done at the Seattle Hospital, I couldn't go infinitely fast because I needed time to see what was happening, to learn the building's layout as it was revealed to me, and to react to new information such as deciding to turn up a new corridor. But moving the sight blob from inside the females' changing room to over my head merely required me to think, "Move to over my head," which was a single thought, taking a tiny fraction of the time it takes to think those words individually. The speed that blobs move isn't an important point, just - I think - an interesting one.]

[[Sight blobs can move infinitely fast because there's really no such thing as a sight blob. It's merely a volume of space which is cooperating with my mind. One instant my subconscious is cooperating with a volume of space inside the changing room, the next instant it's cooperating with a volume of space over my head. Nothing has moved except my conscious intention and subconscious attention, neither of which are noticeably slowed down by wind resistance.]]

From my sight blob's overwatch position, I made sure no one was approaching me, then I had a look around the area. Doing a spiral search, except only to the front of me because that's where the people were.

I spotted Savannah near the entrance. There weren't many Black girls strutting around in bright white bikinis, so she stood out. I watched her, and she was hanging around the entrance, looking at it very frequently but trying to look casual. We should've spotted her when we arrived, so either she'd arrived in the last few minutes, or we'd somehow missed each other, not that it mattered which.

She looked at her watch for the fourth time in less than a minute, which made me chuckle to myself. Even more so when Savannah deliberately turned her back to hide when Alexis and Abigale, another ex-10th grade girl, walked through the entrance together. Savannah peeked over her shoulder, I guessed to check if I was with them, but did nothing to attract their attention as they turned toward the changing rooms. Alexis and Abigale might spot me shortly, so I canceled the sight blob, opened my eyes and removed the unfriendly sunglasses.

A few seconds later my girls finally emerged from the changing room. I pretended surprise at seeing Katelin, welcoming her happily. And I pretended to have no interest in what was hidden by Carol's towel, even though I had considerable. I was very eager to see her with my real eyes.

While I was telling them about the search party I had nearly started organizing to find them, Alexis and Abigale found us. Alexis rushed up and planted one on me. "It's great to see you Mark. I haven't had a good fuck in WEEKS!"

"Oh no! That's terrible! I have to fix that as SOON as possible. Get your other guys to give me a call and I'll give them some pointers."

"Or you could fuck me yourself."

"There's an idea! Sometimes the direct approach IS best."

"Damn right! I'm happy and horny to see you again. Everything's better except your finger?"

"Yep, I'm fine."

"Why are you wearing your T-shirt, Mark?" asked Julia.

"I'm trying to hang on to some vestige of modesty, which isn't easy in these silly Speedos."

You know how things like that go, so ten seconds later my shirt was off

"Wow," said Alexis. "You look even better than last time I saw you. I didn't know hospitals could make people THAT healthy." [To discourage the girls from visiting me in Seattle, we'd said I was in the hospital the whole time.]

Abigale hadn't come to the hot tub party so she hadn't seen me naked. Even the porn-star clothes Julia made me wear to school hadn't prepared Abigale for the sight of me in nothing more than the ludicrous Speedos. While Alexis had been complimenting me, Abigale had experienced a - please excuse my lack of modesty, but it was obviously the case - surge of arousal. Not a small one either. She gasped, flushed then wobbled on her feet for a few seconds, until she was forced to grab Ava for support.

Julia sympathized - i.e., boasted about her man - telling Abigale, "His body blows you away."

"Oh God, yes. I've never even seen a picture of a better body than that. His shoulders and waist just..." Her voice trailed off.

Alexis helpfully suggested, "Blast your cunt with lust?" I knew what that felt like, with a gender-appropriate modification, as Carol regularly did that to me, the last time being only a few minutes ago when I'd seen her in her new bikini. It's a powerful feeling.

"Umm, yeah. You could be a famous model Mark. How do..."

"I'm very not interested in modeling, Abigale. Thanks for the compliment, but that's not my scene. If you were going to ask how I get to be this fit, let me remind you that I've got TWO girlfriends. Julia and Ava keep me running around after them nonstop. Not just 'running around' either; sometimes they make me take both of them to bed at the same time. Can you imagine how hard it must be for me to satisfy both girls. By the time Julia's tired, Ava's rested. Then Ava's tired but Julia's rested. Spending hours having nonstop sex is a VERY good workout." It seemed to me that sexing up the conversation would make for a VERY enjoyable afternoon. Abigale's cunt had been blasted with lust, so it wasn't all that hard to excite her more. It was very amusing to see the look of lust on her face (the surge must've traveled north).

I was internally debating whether I could lean forward and put a hand under the front of Abigale's skirt (you know how it'd go after that). I was pretty sure Abigale had been sufficiently well 'surged' that she wouldn't even think of refusing. My only real worry was other people seeing us. I looked up to check out that possible problem, to see Carina Durham (from Pipeline Group 1A, the helpful girl whose house we'd had date 1A#1 in), her mother, and several of the other members of 1A: May, Jessica, Victoria and Kaiya. It'd probably be best not to finger-fuck Abigale in front of Mrs. Durham. They were only seconds away, so I alerted the girls around me by raising my hand to wave to the new arrivals.

Before anyone else could say anything, Mrs. Durham called out, "Look at you! No wonder Carina's so eager." To her daughter, she said, "Carina, can I join your elimination competition please? I wouldn't mind a shot at that myself."

"Get to the back of the line, Mom. We saw him first. Hi Mark, Julia and everyone. Clara's coming later, but Esther and Aaliyah are out of town. They send their greetings and would no doubt appreciate being sent a picture. You look AWESOME, Mark! It looks like you've recovered very, very well."

"Yes, I'm fine thanks..."

"I'll say!" agreed Alexis, who still hadn't let go of me after her initial greeting.

I said, "Mrs. Durham, let me..."

"Call me Kirsten, Mark. I refuse to be formal with any boy looking as good as you."

"Okay, Kirsten. I was going to introduce you to the others. The pretty girl over there is my sister Carol, next to her is Julia Williams, then Ava West and Katelin Eaton. Abigale Gardner in front of me, and attached to my side is Alexis Joseph."

"Hello everyone," said Mrs. Durham. "Especially you Julia. I've heard a lot about you from Carina. You're an unusual girl to be so willing to share your boyfriend."

"Like I could stop girls hitting on him. Even girls' MOTHERS hit on him!"

"Haha. You got me there. I'm only being a taxi so I'll leave you to it shortly. Can I ask a favor first please, Mark? Can you stand between Carina and me then give us a kiss on the cheek each? I want to tell Justin that I had a mother-daughter threesome with my daughter's gorgeous, hoped-for boyfriend. That'll liven up our evening."

#4: <Presumably "Justin" is Mr. Durham. If not, the Durham's have an even more interesting lifestyle, haha.>

Carina wasn't the least concerned, laughing and saying, "I can't bring you anywhere, Mom!"

If they were cool with it, there was no reason not to. I was even somewhat curious to see if Mrs. Durham would misbehave in any way. Not that I had any intention whatsoever of doing anything about it - not even encouraging it - but she wasn't unattractive, and I liked her and her husband's open attitude. Mostly I liked that their attractive daughter seemed to have inherited it, and chances are they wouldn't object to my getting physical with their daughter.

#3: <What a pity Chloe's parents weren't so open and fun.>

#6: <Two very big pities.>

I moved between the two Durhams. I bent to kiss Carina first. She turned her lips to mine, so I said, "Your mother did specify cheeks, Carina. I'm too young and innocent to be corrupted so early in the summer. Maybe in a week or two."

Hardly a convincing reason, but Carina got the message. I kissed her cheek, then turned to kiss Mrs. Durham's. There was no sign of any hanky-panky at all. No arm around my waist, no repeat of what her daughter tried. She just offered her cheek and I gave it a quick kiss.

"Thanks. That's got to be worth at least half an hour of fun at Justin's expense, haha."

^-- To her daughter, Mrs. Durham waggled her finger, saying sternly, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, young lady."

"I don't even know how to do most of what you would do. Hopefully Mark will teach me though."

"That'd be your lucky day, by the look of him. Mark, maybe you could come for dinner one evening? We'd enjoy having you over."

"I'm sure I'd enjoy it too, but while Carina and her friends are in the competition it wouldn't be fair..."

Carina and several of her friends (fellow competitors really), interrupted with questions, all asking variations of, "Is that still happening?"

I answered, "I don't see any reason why not. While I was away you didn't all forget how to cook such wonderful meals, did you?"

I got several laughs, and much reassurance that they hadn't forgotten.

"Julia, do you know of a reason why not to resume?"

"I think it'd be a good idea. How long are Esther and Aaliyah out of town for?"

Carina answered, "A couple of weeks. They've gone on vacation with Esther's family to a place they have down the coast."

"Plan for your second round being some time after they come back. Mark's family and I are going to visit some of his mom's family in England, but we don't know when or for how long yet. I'll let you know when we do."

That started them talking about our trip to England, during which Mrs. Durham waved and left. Rather than stand around, those of us that were ready told the others we'd wait for them in a relatively quiet spot near the outdoor fun pool that we pointed at. We headed that way, while the others went into the changing room to do what the room was for.

I kept waiting for Carol to remove her towel, but it kept not happening, which was very frustrating. I wanted to see it, she knew I wanted to see it, and I knew she was proud of it, but she behaved as if she'd completely forgotten about it. I think girls deliberately choose to behave in unexpected and frustrating ways. And I was quite sure that if I expected to be frustrated, they'd find a way to frustrate me unexpectedly.

When the pipeline girls arrived after having gotten changed, and had spread the towels and gear around where we were sitting, Carol told the group, "I bought a new swimsuit this morning..."

#8: <At LAST!>

" ... I haven't worn one like this before. Can I ask what you all think before I wear it among all the people?"

If there's one thing girls enjoy more than shopping - which there isn't - then it'd be reviewing another girl's shopping. They all agreed with enthusiasm.

Carol stood, faced Julia, and opened the towel, holding it wide to either side.

There were plenty of "Wows" and other compliments from the girls. Unfortunately only from the girls, as Carol was side on to me, and my view was completely blocked by the towel. I realized this was deliberate. Carol was facing Julia, and Julia was not in her normal position beside me, so it was planned.

After several seconds of showing the girls, and in particular showing Julia, Carol abided by the frequent request that she drop her towel.

She dropped it, looking at Julia for approval. She performed a slow twirl, asking Julia again what she thought.

By now all the other girls had clearly seen that Carol wasn't interested in showing me her swimsuit, but was focused on Julia, so she'd achieved what Julia had asked for. It was reasonable for me to react, so at an appropriate moment in her twirl I exclaimed over top of all the expressions of female approval, "CAROL! I can see half your bottom! I didn't know you even had a bottom, and now half of Corvallis can see it. You need to go back to the store and ask for the rest of your swimsuit, because they didn't give you all of it."

I got several laughs, 'explanations' that the suit was meant to look like that, and that Carol looked very sexy. She did too. She'd easily be in the top 10% of sexy looking girls here today, judging from those I'd noticed so far, and I'd noticed as many as I could. That's a pretty good accomplishment for a thirteen-year old girl considering that there were quite a few college-aged girls here.

I exclaimed, "The suit is NOT meant to look like that! Sure I know that many girls' bikinis can get sexy, but SISTERS' bikinis CANNOT! I've lived with two sisters all my life, and they have NEVER looked like that before, so clearly it must be a mistake. You need to get the rest of your suit from the store, Carol, and then you need to put it on right away, because that is a VERY unsisterly bikini." Then I dropped my mock-outrage tone, sincerely saying, "Congratulations, Carol. You're growing into a very beautiful young woman. And good for you, for being so brave as buying a suit like that. It's so far outside your normal clothing style that it must be scary for you."

I'd though of feeding Carol the line, "You'll make some guy very happy in the future," so she could look at Julia while she denied it, or appear unconcerned, or whatever, but I'd rejected it because we had to spread the lesbian hints out over three months of summer.

Carol answered, "Thank you. I'm glad everyone thinks I look good. You do, don't you, Julia?" Carol received plenty of reassurance, and quite a lot of envy too. Both were accepted happily.

We were just settling down after burying Carol in praise when Savannah strolled around the pool, pretending not to see us. I'd seen her because I'd been expecting her and she's easy to pick out in the distance. I pretended not to see her, in the faint but amusing hope that she'd walk right past us without anyone recognizing her. Unfortunately one of the other girls spotted her, "There's Savannah. SAVANNAH! Over here. Yoo-hoo."

Some of the other girls joined in, then Savannah decided to notice us. "Oh, hi guys. Mark! You're back. I didn't know. How are you?" Savannah drifted casually over to us, while giving the impression that she clearly had other things to do.

Early on in the general conversation that ensued, I said, "It's nice of you to make the effort to come to the Aquatic Center to meet me, Savannah."

"I was here already. I enjoy swimming. It's a good way of keeping my body in good shape." She even straightened her posture, pushed out her chest a little and raised her heels to tighten her leg muscles. Nothing blatant, but she'd definitely mentioned her body deliberately, to draw my attention to it. So I ignored it.

The plan I was operating on was to give her plenty of rope, let her put her foot deep into her mouth, and then to pull the rug all the way out from under her (I tend to plan in clichés). It'd be quite easy to expose her lies in front of everyone. It'd even be a good lesson for all of them: "Don't lie to Mark because he can see through your deceptions." I was thinking how best to string Savannah along to make the rug pulling work very well, when, #1: <I really can't be bothered making the effort. Who cares whether she lies to us or not? It's not as if she's ever going to trick us into caring for her, is it?>

#6: <You're probably right on the public chastisement thing, but I wouldn't mind having power over her. She tries to trick us, we try to trick her, and "may the best MAN win." In 3B-land we were going to trick Savannah into getting involved in the whole public sex thing. Mostly for the soccer team and by using Carol to help us. I'm guessing that because Carol wasn't involved in our sex-life in this dimension, then that plan wouldn't have occurred to 3A?>

#1: <No. We had a vague intention of using Savannah for something or other, but we never got around to doing anything about it. What did you have in mind?>

#6: <Starting by getting her to believe that the way to me was initially to make Carol very happy, as we did with Ava. With Carol's, Ava's, Julia's, Lily's and Alexis' help, and with some careful staged events - similar to Chloe's hearing that we thought she was a lovely person from the cubicle, only more sexual - it should've been easy to expand Savannah's being a sex toy for Carol, to a wider and wider circle, especially if she believed we all played sex-toy games and had public sex. If she thought that was the route to making me happy and financially generous, it might have worked well, because she's very egotistical and money hungry. We planned to get her and maybe one or two other deceitful girls - such as Adriana, the ex-11th grader - fooled into being free fucks for our soccer team during our end-of-year party. Unfortunately the kidnapping lost us the last month of school, so we never got a chance to work on any of it.>

#3: <Wow. You guys were playing for keeps.>

#8: <Not for keeps, but certainly for a few months and fairly seriously. Savannah and Adriana were blatantly lying to us and using their bodies as bait to tempt us, with no compunction whatsoever. We obviously weren't going to force them to do anything, merely point them in a certain direction. We'd let them believe that their choice of bait would work on us if they used it the way we seemed eager to swallow, which would be to copy the sexual freedom my close friends like Ava, Julia, Lily, and Alexis would SEEM to exhibit. It'd be their greed and belief in the irresistibility of their bait that'd propel them forward. They'd effectively be swallowing their own bait. It had a certain ironic appeal to it.>

#3: <Not to mention all the sex.>

#8: <Oh, did I forget to mention that? Haha. Yeah, all the sex. It probably isn't a total coincidence that Savannah and Adriana have both got very sexy bodies. They've got terrible personalities, but that's by their choice.>

#7: <So we want power over Savannah. That should be quite easy. We just need to get her to know we could publicly humiliate her. She's got such an ego that she'd hate that.>

#1: <That's easy. This is what I figure we should do... > Followed by the explanation. We acted on it immediately, so keep reading.

After a couple of minutes of general chitchat, I loudly said, "Savannah, I'm sure a popular girl like you would have come with several friends. We should let you get back to them now."

"Ahh, no. It's okay. I'd rather catch up with you guys."

"Surely they'll start to get worried about you. You'd better phone to let them you know you'll be staying with us."

"Good idea. I'll do that now." Savannah pulled her cellphone out of her bag and walked several feet away to make her call.

I scratched my forehead to cover my eyes, closed them, created a sight blob and closely watched Savannah pretend to place a call, actually hitting no buttons at all. One weakness in my plan was if she'd actually called someone, in which case I'd have to abort Plan A and think of a Plan B, but so far Plan A was right on track.