“Raimon Tarda. What sort of name is that?”

Bethan asked.

“He’s an Alm native like you. His father has a business of some kind that just happens to be in need of some management interns.”

“And he’s one of your math geeks but has accounting with Kiki and I?”

“Yeah, he’s also a top swimmer. He’s got muscles on his muscles.”

A clever guy with a rich father and a great body. Lynn’s match making skills were impressive.

“He practices at the institute pool from 07:00 on weekdays. You need a pass to get in but I asked Rose and she got me one.”

“You tried him out didn’t you?”

“I did not fuck him, I swear. Don’t mention me too him though. I think the ambush blow job may have scared him a bit.”

Bethan couldn’t help but laugh. Lynn was such a slut.

“Wear your black bikini and take Kiki with you.”

“That one always rides up and gives me a camel toe.”

“Trust me. That’s the one you want. He’s got a deep sense of humour. If you can get him to laugh he’ll fall for you for sure. Make sure he fucks you before Kiki just in case.”

“Because I love you I’ll discuss it with Kiki. Thank you Lynn.”

Bethan let the call drop and rolled back into Kiki’s arms.

“Did you catch all that?”

“Most of it. We should try it out. It’s ages since I’ve been swimming.”

Bethan kissed her.

“OK. We’ll do it.”

The pool building wasn’t staffed at this early hour and the changing room, beyond the auto gates, was empty. Bethan and Kiki giggled as they clutched one another and peeled off their clothes. For a wonderful moment they were together, naked, just rubbing gently against each other’s thighs in the chilly, echoing changing area, then Kiki slipped the black string panties between Bethan’s legs and tied them on. Kiki’s bikini was much more modest, given what they were about but it couldn’t hide her breasts. In fact it could barely contain them. Bethan paid exquisite attention to fitting it just right anyway, making sure to kiss everything.

“If you do my panties like that we’ll never reach the pool,”

Kiki was right but Bethan pouted and tongued her lover’s belly button anyway while pulling the mauve panties into place. With a wriggle and skip they were on there way out of the tiled exit.

Bethan soon realised this was going to be a lot harder than she’d anticipated. The pool had a bunch of rules and the handful of swimmers already there were keen to share them and make sure they were kept. Swimming was in lanes and their one pass meant they would be sharing. That was fine as one should do the timing anyway. Everyone did laps and there was little hanging around or socializing. Certainly no lazing about and chatting with other swimmers. They were a rather serious lot. All very athletic and determined. Bethan took turns with Kiki doing the timing and the laps. The breaks were certainly welcome as the laps were exhausting. Especially as the swimmers in adjacent lanes streamed past, frequently, at implausible speeds. Sitting with her feet in the shallow end and adjusting her black string bikini when there was a chance Raimon might be watching was more her speed. He was dark haired and oval faced. Brown skinned but much lighter than Kiki’s hot chocolate loveliness. He might even have a trace of American Indian in him she thought, as her mother said they had too. His body was beautiful. Muscular and defined but completely different from Darren. She barely got a look at him that first morning. Their lane wasn’t even close to his. He hardly ever paused and only got out once, still wearing his goggles. Fast walking back to the men’s because running wasn’t allowed. It was a little disappointing but they persisted, twice a week. Kiki’s determination to stay the course with her only made Bethan love her more. Getting there early enough and persistence eventually got them the lane next to Raimon, who always swam the one farthest from the changing rooms. Apart from saying high Bethan did her best to ignore him. She’d discussed this at length with Rose and Lynn.

“If showing him those hips and just being your best relaxed sexy self doesn’t pique his interest then he’s all wrong and I owe you a dozen wet orgasms,”

was what Lynn had actually said. Bethan wasn’t sure her hips were that good but she stuck to the plan. She swapped in again and launched herself from the wall on Kiki’s signal. It was their second morning in the lane next to Raimon but once she was underway it was impossible to even see where he was. She ploughed through the choppy water and lost herself in the rhythm of the strokes.

“You’re definitely getting faster.”

Bethan spluttered and tried to clear her eyes, The turn had gone all wrong again as it usually did and when she surfaced Raimon was leaning on the lane divider.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

She dragged hair out of her eyes and tried to smile. He really was pretty now that she could see his eyes.

“Your form is terrible though. I’m not a coach or anything but I could give you a few tips that would cut two seconds off your lap time.”

Bethan nodded. It wasn’t what she’d hoped for but it was way better than slogging up and down the pool on her own. She listened attentively to his advice but played dumb enough to get him to intervene by holding her arm and bending her ankle. He was reluctant and careful with the touches but according to Rose’s advice this was huge progress.

“I really shouldn’t be coaching at all. I’m not qualified but it’s OK. They can’t really throw me out of the swimming league or anything.”

“Would they do that?”

Kiki asked. She was back in the water and Bethan was trying out what Raimon had showed her by aligning Kiki’s body. She was of course not holding back on the touching at all. Stroking her lover’s thighs and encouraging her.

“They could if you were in competition. The rules are very strict but they wouldn’t. My career is over and I’m no threat to anyone now.”

“What do you mean?”

Bethan asked.

“How can it be over. You’re so, ... good.”

He smiled.

“I reached the top. I won the Alm championship all round gold last summer and the eastern team challenge against Parkerton and the Coastal states, back in the spring. You can’t make a living out of swimming. I just do this morning session now to keep in shape. My dad needs me trained up and working for him as soon as possible.”

Bethan was impressed. He wasn’t boasting he was just the best at what he did.

“I think it’s sad that you can’t go on competing but I guess you’ve got nothing left to prove anyway. Will you shadow me for a lap and see if I’m doing it right?”

Kiki grinned at her not so subtle flirting but Raimon did as she asked and she was faster.

It was a great session and she hugged Kiki when they got out ignoring the, nose in the air, looks from a couple of the other swimmers. Raimon didn’t join in the hugging but she had one more card to play.

“You should be in our management accounting lecture on Wednesday. Why have we never met you before?”

She knew very well that he was although it was true their path’s hadn’t crossed. There were near a hundred people in that lecture.

“I always sit on the front row. Not sure why I’ve never seen you. I’m sure I would have noticed you.”

Now that sent a thrill through her.

“We always sit in the middle near the back. The air con in there is too strong and it’s always freezing but there’s a spot under the projector rig where it doesn’t blow on your ears.”

Bethan gave a shiver that wasn’t entirely memory. She was soaking wet and it was chilly poolside wearing so little.

“Really. Well I’ll have to join you. I hate that chill draft.”

He seemed sincere enough despite not having a sign of the all over goose bumps she could feel on Kiki’s body and her own.

“See you there,”

she managed before scurrying away arm in arm with Kiki. A lecture together was a good step although Raimon was clearly a keen study and wasn’t up for cuddling in the dimness. Bethan didn’t find it distracting being pressed together with Kiki and spontaneously kissing and nibbling. It was just a natural part of the flow of life and not an impediment to listening or learning but she was pretty sure that if she did likewise with Raimon he would very quickly forget where he was and miss out on the vital differences between quarterly and annual liability reports. It did give her the opportunity to suggest lunch.

“Just a quick sandwich on the bench by the fountain.”

Rose’s extensive analysis of their schedules which she knew impossibly too much about said that window on Thursday lunch was about the only other time they had a chance of being together during work hours.

“I’ll bring a cheese roll,”

he said and it was a date. It was fun and became a new thing. They swapped rolls and trusted one another to eat without asking what was in them. Bethan thought what it would be like to eat with him the way she ate with Kiki and got a little flushed. So when he asked,

“What are you doing Saturday night?”

she blurted out,

“Well I was considering going to a wild sex party and getting fucked out of my mind. What were you thinking of?”

Raimon blushed,

“I was only thinking of dinner together and a night in.”

“So I can get gloriously banged into unconsciousness without you or have a quiet night in with you. I’d rather be where you are.”

It was nothing less than the truth. The way it made him light up with a smile warmed her heart. The way he kissed her warmed her pussy. She had no intention of breaking that kiss or slowing him down, much less stopping him at any point. If he wanted to take her, right now, on a bench in the middle of campus, she was game. It should have been a shocking realisation but it was more like a calm acceptance, a letting go. She had already fully let him in by their first kiss. She was a slut. It was fine.

“You blow my mind,”

he said when he finally pulled back.

“Honestly you’re so hot I should have third degree burns right now.”

Bethan blushed in her turn.

“I’ll see you at the pool tomorrow. Do you prefer the red bikini or the black one?”

“The black one.”

Damn, Lynn had been right. The little slut would get her night with Darren and Kiki.

Raimon left her, excited, hot cheeked and happy, sat on the fountain bench. Had her dress really ridden up that high, she thought absently, looking down at her fully exposed legs, that was obscene. She left it where it was and just tingled for another minute. Lynn did indeed claim her night with Kiki and Darren for being right about the bikini and that meant a night with Ross for Bethan. She’d never slept with him alone although he’d fucked her very satisfyingly at a couple of Saturday night parties so she wasn’t concerned. Just a little nervous. Anyway Rose tweaked the schedule to put her and Ross in Rose’s bed along with Rose and Alex which was utterly awesome. They swapped so frequently that everyone lost track and it was just making love with all of them. Threesome’s were great but with four there were so many hand’s and mouths. Individual orgasms just blurred one into the anticipation of the next. It was late and she was full of warm fuck and Ross’ shrinking cock, lying against Alex’s back, utterly blissed out. She held Ross the way Rose had taught her and whispered in his ear,

“I know that If I were Lynn right now you’d be about to fill me with hot pee. I’ve never tried it so go easy with me.”

“Yes darling,”

he whispered back and nuzzled her neck. It was hotter and more exciting than she’d expected, especially when she joined in.

Raimon’s Dad’s place in the suburbs was a half hour bus ride and ten minute walk away. She found it easily enough. The large town house, behind the nicely overgrown yard, was comfortable. Like an upmarket version of her parent’s place. Bethan made sure to get a kiss in as soon as he answered her knock at the door. His arms around her were cautious to start with but felt good. She needn’t have worried. He was alone. Dad, the smiling bearded man in several of the family photo’s, was away till Tuesday.

Raimon was funny and engaging. He couldn’t cook at all but covered it really well by getting her involved to help from an early stage. Asking what she liked and how she would cook it. They ended up with a veggie stir fry and glasses of white wine. He didn’t feed her. He was amused when she tried to feed him but didn’t reciprocate. By nine she was lying with her head in his lap, her bare feet over the end of the couch, utterly careless of her hemline and they were chatting like old friends.

His mother had left four years ago it seemed. Ostensibly over his father’s latest office affair but Raimon didn’t seem to think that was really what it was about.

“She always knew what Dad was like.”

“That wasn’t his first affair then?”

“No. He always had one or two lady friends on the go. Sometimes from his office, sometimes not.”

“He sounds like a player,”

Bethan said, approvingly.

“A player. Is that what you call it?”

“If I’m being polite about a good looking guy I don’t know. If not then maybe a horny man slut.”

“You really think he’s good looking?”

“Yeah. You take after him.”

Bethan turned her head away to look over at a photo while reaching up and running her fingers down Raimon’s cheek.

“In looks at least.”

He turned into her touch and kissed her fingers which was delightful.

She purred at his every touch and made sure he understood how welcome it was. Her naked pussy was right there for him, where her dress had ridden up as she wriggled down a bit. Yet when she turned her head back he was looking into her eyes. One hand stroking her hair and the other on her middle.

“What am I going to do with you? No. Don’t answer that.”

Bethan stopped with her lips parted. Then continued anyway.

“I was only going to say, absolutely whatever you want.”

“You haven’t stopped seducing me from the moment we met, have you.”

She shook her head,

“No. I’ve enjoyed every moment. Before I started falling for you and even more after.”

His fingers were still tangled nicely in her hair as she turned into his palm and kissed it. Then went back with her tongue to show him how willing she was.

“Let’s assume I’ve enjoyed it even more”,

he said. Smiling down at her wanton display. That’s my only worry. If I have my way with you. Will you stop?”

Bethan frowned.

“Will you stop coming on to me, flashing at me, throwing your body at me. When you’re well fed will you get hungry again, because I don’t think I could cope. If my loving you made you go cold.”