Chapter 257: The Aquatic Center; I Make a Splash

Monday, June 20, 2005 (Continued)

I've written many words to describe events at the swimming pools, but nothing about what some people would consider the raison d'être of the Aquatic Center: swimming. My visit was much more about bikinis, but I did do some swimming, so I'll mention that briefly now.

Even before we'd arrived at the Center, it'd occurred to me that there might be pretty girls wearing bikinis here, and therefore I should try to impress the bikini bottoms off them. I had thought of two ways of helping making that possible. The first was based on the fact that I can swim. Until a year or so ago, my complete lack of athletic prowess made that statement rather surprising. However it happened, swimming was one of the very few physical activities I could do reasonably well. It occurred to me that my being able to swim at all, plus NP-assistance, could make me an EXTREMELY good swimmer.

It seemed to me that the physics of swimming the freestyle stroke boiled down to quite a simple concept. The swimmer reached forward, 'grabbed hold' of some water, and pulled himself forward against it with, I guessed, about 50 pounds of force. That wasn't the same as being pushed by a 50 pound force. There had to be large inefficiencies in the process, such as water spilling sideways out of the swimmer's hand. I remembered how little force was required to move forward when pulling against a solid object, like a lane rope or a ladder, so I guessed that pulling back with 50 pounds probably didn't produce even 10 pounds of propelling force. Assuming 10 pounds, then adding a 100-pound NP-push should make a HUGE difference to my top speed. I wouldn't go 11 times faster because of the 'wind resistance' (water in this case). Assuming a square function, then I'd go about 3.3 times faster. If I concentrated my body's effort on looking stylish rather than speed, then I might end up going only 2.5 to 3 times as fast as my normal swimming speed. That should be enough to look pretty impressive. I would be able to swim very fast underwater too, which would be great for those games where you sneak up underneath a girl, especially because I would be able to use a sight blob to navigate with, moving it above and below the water as needed.

My other idea for how to look impressive was when diving off a diving board, especially the three meter one. My NP isn't strong enough to let me fly, but it's easily strong enough to ensure my being wonderfully vertical when I fall toward the water. All I'll have to do is stiffen my body and NP-push my ankles so they're vertically above my head as gravity does its thing.

With those two ideas in mind, when a bunch of the girls decided to jump into a pool, I eagerly joined them, looking forward to showing off my swimming prowess as the first step in my "Impress the Bikini Bottoms Off Them" plan. I jumped into the pool and discovered a small but important technical problem: I sank like a stone. It wasn't an indecisive, bob around on the surface then slowly slide under, sort of sinking either. It was more the "float like a brick" type of sinking.

I wasn't in danger, as the bottom was close enough that I could bounce up from it. Even if the pool had been bottomless and my hands tied, I could've created NP-points in my mouth and had them push upward. So no danger, but plenty of surprise. Even after getting to the surface and taking and holding the deepest breath I could - and I have a VERY large chest - I still sank like a well-oxygenated stone. I made a mental note to weigh myself at the next opportunity, even knowing that it wasn't about weight (as fat people float better), but density.

^

[I thought I weighed about 175 pounds, so I got a horrible surprise to see that I weighed 200! It made no sense to me, because I wasn't noticeably larger than before, just having muscles that bulged a bit more.

[[I didn't know about my bones being thicker, that being hard to tell from the outside. Human bodies are more-or-less neutrally buoyant, depending mostly on the extra displacement caused by the expansion of the chest, most easily achieved by expanding the lungs to take a breath. It only needs the chest to expand enough to displace two or three pounds of water to make a body float well (that's how close to being neutrally buoyant humans are). Bone has twice the density of water, so my having roughly 20 additional pounds of bone meant negative 10 pounds of net buoyancy. Maybe negative 11 pounds, if the increased muscle mass was included. That's easily enough to make a body sink like a stone.]]

I didn't know whether my mass gain was still happening. Given how much I'd gained, over the time since I'd last been weighed, if it continued at the same rate I'd weigh 560 pounds in a year's time! That'd surely be causing serious problems, even if I was physically the same size as now. And how on Earth could my body weigh more than it should? I had images of my increased muscles being made of adamantium, but they felt normal. If I kept putting on weight, but not size, then in a couple of years I'd have to have an average density more than lead! I made a mental note to weigh myself frequently, in case I kept getting heavier. I had no idea what to do about it, but I was very concerned and I wanted to know.

My untrained seven-mind ki force was 98 pounds. I ideally wanted to have at least a 0.25g acceleration available for any sort of practical flying, or the wind could blow me off course or so high that the air was too thin to breath, so my current weight of 200 pounds meant I'd need 250 pounds of NP. That's 2.55 times more than I had, or plus 155%. I was gaining about 5% per month, so achieving that much force would take 31 months. I'd previously calculated 24 months, so practical flying was going to take 7 months longer. Bummer!

Given my new conscious and subconscious desire to have my normal weight back, I immediately started losing weight, stabilizing at 180 pounds.]

^

The pools were busy, especially the fun pool, but there was room in the lap pool for me to do my testing. I used one mind's NP to hold me up, which was easily enough because swimming also generates lift, so that left six minds to push with. I soon discovered that my armpits rotated too much during swimming, so I had to push against a private region on my body, but otherwise it was a highly successful experiment.

Once I got my new technique working properly, I swam VERY fast. So fast that I had to dial back on how much force I used, to avoid getting too much attention. I didn't want someone who knew swimming to time me beating any world records, so I used my full force only for short bursts, such as when chasing one of the girls in my group, which I did as often as I could because catching them was fun. We played tag quite often, with suitable rule adjustments because I was otherwise WAY too fast. My group was very impressed by my swimming speed. I didn't notice any bikini bottoms being impressed off them though.

^

Probably my favorite pool game was "Girl Tossing". A girl would stand beside me in about four feet of water. I'd crouch down and offer her the palm of my hand to sit on, with the fingers bent back like waiters do when carrying trays above their shoulders. This made for a very good launch platform, and for a pleasant ass grope. I'd use my other hand to hold her arm for stability during the launch. The launch itself was my thrusting up with my legs and arm, shot-putting the girl high in the air. Most of the girls weighed about a hundred pounds, more or less, so with my arm strength plus an additional a hundred pounds of NP force pushing up on the back of my hand, the girls got a screamingly high flight. Especially Julia; we both loved sending her flying. She loves me being powerful. I didn't NP the girls directly, and DEFINITELY not after they'd been launched. I wanted to look strong, not suspicious by literally sending the girls flying.

My projectiles were having a great time, with heaps of screams and laughter. Two spectators weren't happy though: the two boyfriends whenever their girlfriends had turns. I always gave their asses a couple of extra squeezes (the girlfriends' asses, I mean), to reward them for their not letting their boyfriends push them around. Other guys' girlfriends should be freely allowed to play around with me.

All the spectacular, noisy fun we were having had two noteworthy effects. The first was that some other random guys at the pools emulated me. Whether it was at their girlfriends' request, or maybe just to show that they were strong guys too (which they were), didn't really matter, because they very quickly stopped when their results were clearly pathetic compared to mine. Their inadequacy embarrassed them, but caused girls to be even more impressed by me, especially because I was 'firing away' nonstop, launching a girl every fifteen to twenty seconds. So getting through my group once took about ten minutes, plus a few extra seconds, for me to pretend to be bashful whenever it was Carol's turn.

The second effect was that we got heaps of attention. Having so many of 'my' girls lining up to take their turn to be groped then vigorously discarded, made it seem that I was taking anyone, so several strangers joined the line. There were two types of wannabe cannonballs: older girls who were more interested in me than in being thrown, and youngsters of both genders who were only interested in being thrown.

Older girls I flirted with, squeezing their asses if they seemed the sort to appreciate that, which most were, then threw them away. Soon I had a group of them standing around, admiring my physique and talking to me. I kept up the cannonade though, and prioritized talking with the cannonballs over the strangers.

Younger kids I refused to play with. There were many dozens of them, quite a few of whom were spoiled brats who were damned hard to get to leave. I knew that the moment I threw one kid, I'd be swarmed with a plague of them, ruining my mutually enjoyable fun with teenage girls. It'd also raise the possibility of some parent getting upset that I'd touched Little Suzy's or Little Johnny's bottom. Getting accused of being some sort of sexual pervert was the last thing I needed, as my ability to deny it would be severely compromised by my wearing bright yellow Speedos.

We played "Girl Tossing" three times that afternoon, in the big pool inside and the fun pool outside. It was a good way of flirting with dozens of other girls. I'd had very little experience at successful flirting until recently, and never on this scale or with swimsuit-clad girls, so I very much enjoyed being the much admired center of this frivolity.

The girls enjoyed themselves too; partly from the thrill of being thrown though the air, partly from the thrill of experiencing my strength (it seemed to them), and also because they had fun flirting with me. Touching their bottoms was also a good way to break the physical contact ice, making subsequent contacts much easier. Even Savannah dropped her superior act long enough to have fun.

^

So I was feeling happily confident when I went to find out how superb I could be at diving off the high board. I deliberately went during the "Do you take drugs" pseudo-argument, because that'd let me iron out any wrinkles in my diving technique before any of my crowd saw me.

The plan was to start with the most simple of dives: "bounce up then fall down headfirst" (that's probably not the technical term for it). Once my head was facing downward, I'd shut my eyes and create a sight blob to my right, using it to judge whether I was perfectly vertical. I'd use NP to push my ankles as necessary.

Everything worked perfectly right up to the time that I tried to do something clever, and then it all went horribly wrong. The first part of the dive was easy, but when I shut my eyes and created the sight blob to look at myself from the side, my brain instinctively decided that it was horribly disoriented while being head down and falling, so obviously the best thing to do was to panic and wave my arms and legs around wildly. I didn't have time to get myself back under control before I crashed painfully into the water.

#4: <I don't think we should do that again.>

#1: <Are you sure? Some of the hundreds of people here today might've missed us making a complete ass of ourselves.>

#5: <I can't think of a way of getting better at that in small, easy increments, so how about we forget all about it?>

#4: <Fine with me. Do we slink away shamefully, or do a couple of ordinary dives to try to restore some self-respect?>

#8: <Julia needs time to yell at the girls for thinking we take drugs, so we might as well do some ordinary dives.>

We did those much less entertainingly.

^

One pool activity was VERY enjoyable: cuddling in the warmest pool. It was cooler than the Williams' hot tub, but who cares about temperature when you've got a couple dozen very willing cuddling partners. Not counting the two girls who had boyfriends; they were "willing", but they weren't "cuddling partners". Their boyfriends prevented them from coming with us when Julia suggested, "Let's all go cuddle with Mark in the warm pool."

Each of the girls would've been happy to spend at least thirty minutes playing hanky-panky on my lap. Multiplied by nearly thirty, that wasn't going to be practical. Even three minutes each was still way too long. My first thought had been to enforce a one minute per girl rotation, very similar to the hot tub party at the Williams', but on the way to the pool I decided I'd try something different.

We got some strange looks from the other users of the pool when one guy and a couple dozen of girlfriend-acting girls descended on them, but they were "Envious Heterosexual" looks, rather than "Look At That Homo In The Bright Yellow Speedos" looks, so were much more welcome.

When we were sitting in the pool, I arranged to sit with Carol on my lap. When the others were settled around us, I quietly said, "We don't have time for each of you to spend long on my lap. We've got about thirty minutes, until 3:45," I nodded to the clock on the wall, to make sure they all saw it. "I don't want to do strict one minute rotations because they make it seem like an onerous duty. Instead I'm going to start with the girls I like the most and work my way through to those of you I don't know as well, until I get at 3:45. Starting with Carol."

I turned to Carol, commenting, "I've noticed that you've got a GREAT deal of attention from guys today. Knowing guys the way I do, I've got a sneaky suspicion it might be because of your lack of swimsuit. You're doing well in the face of all their idiotic comments. You can't be used to getting so many of those, because you've never dressed like this before?"

"Are you kidding! Guys are always making stupid statements..." and away she went, not missing the opportunity to make some statements that'd reinforce her impending lesbianism.

I hadn't had much doubt that Carol would respond well, especially after I'd dropped the key word ("idiotic"). In 3B-land, she'd been the first to use that theme to explain her lack of interest in boys, and she'd subsequently told me that she'd used it because it was an easy exaggeration. They weren't all the "pathetic idiots" she'd claimed, but she thought they all had insufficient clues about how to make a good relationship with a girl.

After about three minutes, some of the other girls started looking a little uncomfortable at the, they considered, waste of time.

A couple of minutes later, by which time Carol and I had moved onto another topic, and several of the girls were looking at the clock repeatedly, especially the girls who correctly presumed they were down the end of my list.

Thirty seconds later, one of the tail-end girls broke. "Ahh, Mark. Have you forgotten about the time?"

"No. More importantly, I haven't forgotten how important my sister is to me either. Carol has only ever worn clothes with at least fifty times more fabric in them than what she's worn today. It's obviously her right to decide how she dresses, but I worried that today hadn't been easy for her. We were sitting here quietly, so it was a good time to check how she was feeling.

^-- "As it turns out, today has been easy for her, because all it's done is confirm her opinion that guys are idiots, but it was still important for me to check. I take my responsibility as her big brother seriously. It's more important to me than fooling around with other girls. I don't mean that as an insult to any of you, but as a compliment to Carol. When Mom sees what little of Carol's swimsuit there is to see, she's bound to ask me how Carol managed today, and I'd like to be able to answer correctly and confidently." All the girls looked sufficiently chastised and impressed by now, so I could end it.

#1: <Don't put the "Carol, all boys are pathetic idiots but isn't it obvious that I'm a boy from this swimsuit?" joke on the end. Let's not end with a joke. Leave it exactly as it is now, so they'll think about it for longer.>

#All: <Agreed.>

I said, "Carol, as you appear to be surviving the boys' leers and droolings okay, let's have the rest of this conversation when we talk with Mom and Dad later?"

I was nodding and smiling, so Carol had no trouble agreeing, "Sure."

I was helping Carol off my lap while indicating that Julia was next, when one of the girls asked, "You'd talk at home with your parents and Mark about your wearing a revealing swimsuit, Carol?"

I could have indicated the correct answer in other ways, but it was good to practice this, so I NP-tapped Carol on the top of the head twice.

I saw her eyes flick up, her thinking about what two taps meant, then her working out how to say 'Yes' in this context. It wasn't exactly a slick operation, so I made a mental note to practice it more.

Carol answered, "Sure. It's like what Mark said. He's a VERY good big brother to me. And to Donna too." Carol looked at me for approval.

I smiled at Carol and just said, "With my sisters, that's easy."

I could've said more, something about bringing Carol on all my public group dates perhaps, but I'd done enough. There'd been two objectives, and both had been well achieved already. The first was letting all the girls here know that I had a very good, safe relationship with Carol, and in our family generally. If they thought good things about me and Carol, they wouldn't think bad things about me and Carol.

The second objective was to show the girls that they could happily have sex with me because I was so mature and trustworthy. In case you can't see how I did that, let me explain. I had deliberately let Carol sit on my lap for much longer than her 'fair share', at a time when I could've been playing sexy games with the other girls. That sacrifice would've convinced the girls how moral and mature I must be. In reality it was a tiny cost to pay for the effect of making so many girls so much more willing to have sex with me, while (and this is the truly bizarre point) they'd be confident that I was too mature and caring to be taking advantage of them. Girls are so used to boys being so focused on getting as much sex as they can as quickly as they can, that my seeming not to be after sex was a clever trick to get me more sex.

Julia was now on my lap. She's somewhat shy about doing sexy things in public. Even though the mass of bodies surrounding us kept us private from strangers, there were still too many girls in our group for Julia to be comfortable with sexy stuff, so we just cuddled and chatted.

Julia isn't the least bit shy about scheming in public though. She used her cuddling time to praise me for being such a good big brother for Carol and Donna, then asking the girls around us how many of them had a brother who'd prefer to care for his sister than get sexy with easy girls (Julia got some amusing responses to her "easy" description). I'm sure I don't have to tell you how many girls had such an unbelievable brother. It was a pity they didn't believe themselves when they described my attitude as "unbelievable".

After some serious cuddling, Julia gave up her seat to Ava.

Ava whispered to me, "It's so much fun to see you and Julia fool everyone. You're a good team."

#4: <Not that we're intending to, but we'd better not trick Ava about stuff in the future. She's seen Julia and us in action too many times.>

#6: <If we're going to be living with her, honesty will probably be the best policy.>

#2: <That's not always the case with parents.>

#6: <True, but Ava's not going to forbid us from doing anything.>

#2: <An important distinction.>

Maybe I had to be cautious about tricking Ava, but that didn't apply to teasing her. "In an hour you're going to be in bed having sex with YET ANOTHER person, Ava. How many people have you had sex with since you met me? I never realized you were so 'friendly' - cough, cough - when I first met you, haha." There was no danger of Ava taking that as a criticism; I was smiling, laughing, and her additional partners had all been Julia's and my creations.

Ava protested, "I'm being framed!"

"That's for people who didn't actually do the dirty deed. I've seen you do it; usually with a big smile on your face."

"Oh yeah. I should've said, 'I've been led astray!' How could I not obey a guy who looks so good in Speedos. Haha, I like the look on your face, Mark."

"Are you sure you're looking at my face?" You get the idea: we were just joking around.

After Ava was Alexis, Pat then Katelin. I treated them all similarly, in that I was very sexy with them. Alexis started it; she sat on my lap and asked the question that was so often on the top of her mind, "When can we fuck again?"

I raised her hopes by immediately lowering her bikini bottoms. I lowered them all the way, pulling them off and passing them to Julia, asking, "Please hold onto these for a while, Julia."

"Certainly. Let me know if you ever want me to give them back."

Julia got some laughs for that. Alexis laughed too, apparently not caring. Probably, like Ava, she knew me too well by now.

Being surrounded by so many bodies gave us a lot of privacy. I wasn't going to make FULL use of it, but I'd still make a lot. Probably more than I should, but that wouldn't be my fault, it'd be the girls, for making me so horny.

Alexis started reaching for my Speedos. I restrained her, "Sorry Alexis, I don't have a rubber. I can do this though," as I started fingering her. I was NOT going to have sex with Alexis without a rubber! She gets around FAR too much for that.

I didn't know Alexis' body's responses very well. The quick fuck during the Hot Tub Party and the orgy in LA hadn't given me time to learn her body, but I did my vigorous best. I did know that Alexis liked vigorous.

It turned out that Alexis wasn't shy, had spent all afternoon watching me walk around in my bright yellow Speedos, and was very much in the mood to enjoy some good, hard, finger-fucking. I let her yank down my Speedos (they're not exactly useful protection) so she could play with my cock at the same time, something the girls around us appreciated; and I appreciated their appreciating, as that boded well for my cock's future.

I didn't let Alexis get me off, but she sure let me get her off. It took a few minutes, but she had an impressive looking orgasm. How it looked was important, as a good part of this was for Savannah's 'benefit', in getting her used to public sex. Plus Alexis' benefit obviously, not to mention that I quite enjoyed myself too.

When I pulled my lips off Alexis', where I'd put them to muffle her, she said, "Fuck! That was great. You haven't cum though."

I answered, "You expect me to cum just from being played with in a pool? What sort of slut do think I am? Please ignore my pornographic Speedos when you answer that."

"Haha."

Alexis got off, recovering her swimsuit bottom from Julia (I'd used NP to indicate Julia should give them back).

With each of Pat and Katelin, I was less demonstratively sexual, but mostly by being quieter about how sexual we were. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, including my exposing their breasts and sucking their nipples. In Pat's case, joking with her afterward about how cautious I'd been with her breasts last time we'd gotten into a hot pool together. Neither they nor I had an orgasm, as they weren't the types of girls who'd be comfortable doing that in public, and I didn't think I should cum into a public pool.

After Katelin's turn on my lap had finished, I pulled up my Speedos - not that doing so made me much less obscene - then said loud enough for all my group's girls to hear, but hopefully no one else, "The turns are in descending order of importance to me. Obviously Carol first, and now I've finished all my lovers who're here today. I'm uncertain where to place Savannah."

Savannah's attention jumped up. She'd placed herself in the inner-ring of girls, so was close to me, and more than happy to jump onto my lap, to be the #1 non-lover.

I continued, "On one hand she's got absolutely no idea how to contribute to a good relationship. In her opinion, a good relationship is when the boy is nonstop giving and generous toward her, while she struts around looking beautiful. On the other hand, she does have considerable potential so maybe she should go next."

#3: <Potential is ALL she's got! She'd be an appalling girlfriend in reality.>

#1: <Yeah, but there are HEAPS of girls who're absolutely full of themselves because they think they're God's gift to man, so we should practice dealing with them. They're all the same, so we might as well practice on Savannah.>

#8: <Agreed. We originally thought Savannah had real promise because of her, "Is his sister as hot as him" question, but there's no way we're going to let her know about Carol and us.>

#3: <I didn't mean I wanted her as a girlfriend in reality. We SHOULD throw her away sooner or later. Preferably sooner, because she's not worth wasting much time on.>

Savannah interpreted my "maybe she should go next" statement to mean that she WAS going next (such is her arrogance). She moved to occupy my lap, but I held up my hand to stop her.

I explained, "Many of the others of you have potential too, so I realize it wouldn't be fair to advantage Savannah for that. You'll have to wait your turn based on your CURRENT value Savannah. I'll take the Pipeline Group girls next, in alphabetical order of first names."

#4: <Hehe. Poor Savannah. She can't believe that she just got bumped. Today must have been very hard on her ego.>

#5: <Oh, does she have an ego? I hadn't noticed.>

So the next six lap-sitters were to be: Carina, Clara, Jessica, Kaiya, May and Victoria.

Carina got onto my lap, moved her hand halfway to my cock, then asked, "Can I touch your... ?"

"This may surprise you, Carina, but I'd rather you didn't. Alexis, Pat, Katelin and I are lovers, so physical intimacy is already part of our relationships. With you and the girls that will follow you, that's getting into new territory. You don't want to go too fast with physical stuff, because it can get in the way of getting to know each other properly, which is much more important for good relationships."

#4: <Haha. Look at them all eat that up. They really are suckers for the "I'm too mature to have sex" line.>

#8: <They certainly are, but there's one rather major problem with that line: we don't get to have sex! I was looking forward to feeling up some of these girls.>

#7: <Where "some" means "all"?>

#8: <Absolutely! Savannah's the only exception; it'd be more fun to not do anything with her. And I can't believe I just said that, haha.>

#1: <How about we allow touching on top of the swimsuits, after all, we've already rubbed against a lot of them during the various games we've played in the pools.>

#All: <Agreed.>

I added, "I couldn't help noticing that most of your hands took liberties while we were playing around in the pools, and I must admit mine did too. We're in a pool now, so some liberties would be fine, but only on top of swimsuits, okay?"

They agreed that was okay, especially because there wasn't any need for pretense, like there had been when we'd been playing tag, "Girl Tossing", or other games/excuses.

Carina's hand descended to my dick, rubbing it from outside. I was very hard, because I'd stopped the go-softs when Alexis had started jacking me, and it would've been insulting to restart them with any girl after Alexis, although I was debating going soft with Savannah (as I said, "it'd be insulting").

If it was okay for Carina to rub my cock, and it was, then it was certainly okay for me to rub her pussy. I moved my hand that way. Being the very helpful girl she is, she opened her legs wider for me. I enjoyed rubbing her pussy through her swimsuit, using my other hand to play with her nipples through her bikini top. Carina isn't well endowed (no girl is perfect, unfortunately, although I'm still searching diligently), but I still very much enjoyed our groping session, especially when she got so turned on that she slumped against my chest and surrendered herself to the sensations I was giving her. She forgot to rub me, but I somehow still managed to have a good time.