Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2022 09:04:16 +0000 From: forename surname Subject: Literature Club chapter 11 Please keep sending me your comments at greenerwood@outlook.com. Nifty hosts these stories for free so please consider donating to help run and maintain the archive. Thank you x This story is a work of fiction, names and places are in no way based on real people or places and any resemblance is a coincidence. If you are under the legal age to be reading this content than please look elsewhere. Chapter 11 It was the winter term swimming gala. It wasn't at the gym in my town but at the cities leisure centre, with an Olympic sized swimming pool with accompanying twenty metre diving board. It wasn't just the sixth forms attending, but every school from years seven to thirteen. That means the vast majority of swimmers were kids aged eleven to sixteen. I looked around at the girls in their one-piece suits, and the boys in their skimpy speedos and felt glad that my raging boner for Ellie wasn't stirring here. There was hope for me yet. I wasn't swimming, but Tammy and some other students had qualified, and I had come down with Sarah and Andreas to show my support. And to gawk at her, of course. Tammy wore a navy blue one-piece with nothing to hide. Her massive boobs were on full display for everyone to gawk at, covered not only by the swimsuit but also a sign with her race number on. Her black hair was tucked underneath her light blue swim cap. Whenever she took a step, her boobs bounced a little. I replayed the scene of her riding on top of me as the guys watched at Toby's house party just a couple of weeks ago. She was definitely the hottest bitch at school, and I had fucked her in front of multiple people. By the laws of teenage sex, that me the baddest motherfucker on the planet. "We are the luckiest fuckers on the planet," I said to Andreas. "You got that right. She better keep that suit on tonight. I'm going to fuck the shit out her while she wears it." "Tag team her?" He looked at me and grinned. "Again!" We began to laugh. "God bless the literature club," he said. "I fucking love literature." "What are you two idiots laughing about?" Sarah asked as she returned with snacks from the vending machine. "Oh nothing." She wasn't convinced. "Yeh right. All you two have done is perv over the girls here. I know you." "And like you haven't?" Andreas replied. "Huh! Unlike you two creeps I don't make a song and dance of it." We watched nonchalantly as people from all over went about their business. All shapes and sizes were on display, from little boys with tiny packages, to fully developed teenage girls with great assess. "Hey, Chris?" Someone called out to me. Ellie walked over, wearing a similar one-piece suit to Tammy, with her own number plastered on the front of budding tits. Her hair was tucked into her own swim cap. "How have you been?" "Oh, Ellie." Shit, this was bad. I mean, we've never done anything, but what if Andreas and Sarah get suspicious. "Hi. How are you?" "Yeh, I'm doing ok. I've got my gala coming up in a few minutes. Say, I don't see you at the pool anymore? Why's that?" Maybe because I want to fuck the shit out of you. I stammered. "Well, I guess I'm just not that interested in swimming these days." She looked disappointed. "Oh. That's a shame. Who are your friends?" I turned to Sarah and Andreas and introduced them. "You go to the pool next to the hockey fields?" Sarah asked her. Ellie nodded. "Yeh. Why do you ask?" "Well I live next door to it." "Really," Ellie beamed. "No way." "Yeh. I'll have to come with Chris next time he comes," she said, turning to me. Is she fucking with me? I wouldn't mind seeing her in a bikini though. Not that I haven't seen what's underneath. "Well, it's nice to see you again, Chris. Wish me luck for my gala?" "Sure. Good luck," I replied. She gave me a smile. The kind of smile that says more in silence, lips pressed together. Not really a smile. "Who's your friend?" Sarah teased, coming closer to me. "Just some kid," I replied. God, I really didn't want to get caught out. Sarah wolf whistled. "Fuck off," I said. "Like I'd ever. She's in year eight!" She began to laugh. "Oh, Chris. You are far too easy to tease." We took our seats and watched Tammy's race. She gave a good fight but came third, getting beat out by someone from the rival sixth form. They left to go meet her, but I stayed to watch Ellie's race, which was after the year nine boys. I couldn't help from thinking that they all looked super-hot standing on their podiums in just their speedos. The bulge of their cocks were on full display. Some had big cocks, by the looks of things. Then Ellie was next. She looked super confident on the podium, focused on the race ahead. Her boobs were growing nicely and filled out her one-piece. I tried to stop myself from licking my lips as she bent down to dive. She completely wiped the floor with her competition, easily coming first. She went to the prize podium and took off her swim cap, her blonde hair coming down to the top of her butt. If I wasn't going to fuck her, then her boyfriend would, and I didn't want some dumb twerp popping her cherry. Later that day I snuck away from the lit group to get a drink from the vending machine, as I was getting thirsty. "Hey, Chris!" A familiar voice called. It was Ellie. She had changed out of her tight one-piece and tied her hair in a ponytail and was now wearing a very sexy pair of gym shorts that covered her butt and nothing else, and a blue tank top that accentuated her breasts. I couldn't help but stare at her cleavage as she came up to me, pretending I was looking at her gold medal. "Did you watch my race?" "I did. You were really good. Congrats on getting first place." She grinned at me. "I knew you'd stay and watch." "Oh really? And why's that?" She titled her head. "A girl's intuition." And does a girls intuition know that I want to eat you out, I thought. We walked down the hall. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe I'll take up swimming again." "You should. I was beginning to think that maybe I had said something to you that made you not want to come anymore." "What made you think that?" She shrugged. "I don't know." I looked down the hall. We were alone. "Well, I wanted to see you. I liked looking at you in your costumes." She looked at me. "You did?" "Yeh. Getting to see you in your bikinis was becoming a highlight of my week." I turned to face her. She giggled nervously and looked down the hall. "I bet your boyfriend feels the same," I pressed. Her breaths became slightly heavier. "He's never seen me in them. Until today." "And he's not here?" "No? We're all alone." I pressed her against the wall and put my face close to hers. She looked a little scared, looking at me with her wide blue eyes. I flicked my eyes on her lips, then leant in and kissed her. I was a bit too aggressive, putting my hand against her hip. But she put her arms around my shoulders, and I pressed myself closer into her. I parted my lips, and she parted hers, and soon we were French kissing each other. She tasted and smelt like chlorine and my cock was rising fast, my heart beating. My tongue entered her mouth and she wrapped hers around mine. Feeling bolder, I lifted my hand and pressed it against her left tit. She whimpered. At the same time she reached down and grabbed my cock. It surprised me how bold she was, and she started rubbing her hand against me. I instantly got hard, swelling in her palm. Wondering how far I could take things, I lowered my hand from her boob and gently rubbed her the material of her tank top and slid two of my fingers in the seam of her booty shorts. She moaned lightly, urging me further. I made my way into her panties and was surprised by how hairy her bush wash. Aren't swimmers supposed to be shaved? It didn't matter as I felt her vulva and lips. Her wetness met my finger tips. Our saliva mixing together as we fondled each other next to the stairs of the hall. We heard a door open and people coming out from above us. "Someone's coming," she whispered. I backed away from her and wiped my lips. What the fuck did I just do! A group of school kids turned the corner, coming our way. We didn't say anything as we crossed the hall, and parted ways without a word. "There he is," Sarah said as I came back to the lit group. Tammy had gotten dressed herself, displaying her bronze medal over her jumper. "Where were you?" Andreas asked. "I was getting a drink," I replied, instantly realising that I never took it out the machine. "But I didn't have enough money. Nice one, Tammy. Another medal for the collection." "Another bronze medal," she replied. Andreas chuckled. "So what do you guys want to do now? How about another Saturday?" "No," Tammy shook her head. "I'm going for dinner with my parents tonight." "Plus, it's Thursday," Sarah said, as if it mattered. "I'm going to Italy tomorrow with my family until Christmas." "Ah, man. I guess that the lit club will have to be put on hold until the new year." "Seems so," Tammy shrugged. Damn! I should have got Ellie's number. **************************************************************** Thanks for reading. I'm going to take a break for a while. Please send me your comments at greenerwood@outlook.com and let me know what you'd like to see in the second part of this. I've really enjoyed writing it and reading all your comments. See you soon. Greenerwood.