Page 7 of Dear Sexy Swimmer
Pike
Dear Sexy Swimmer,
Sometimes I wonder about fate. About how life makes choices for us even if we think we make them ourselves. I wonder how I ended up where I am. How I found you. And I wonder if fate meant for things that led us this way and that to lead me to you.
I thought once my life was well planned out. I thought I knew what I wanted to be and how I wanted to live. Now, I think I got it wrong. I think the things I thought I lost were really freeing me for the things I actually need. I feel like I can live my life a way I never expected and I feel like you might be part of that.
Words never meant much to be before my Sexy Gem sent me hers. Our letters were more than simple words on paper. They were both of us mailing pieces of ourselves to each other. I cherish those letters more than she will ever know.
My entire life before I decided to sit down and write Maia was about winning. Winning meets, winning my place on the team, winning captain, winning gold. A lifetime spent chasing a hunk of gold and a few letters above my name that I now know mean nothing.
Growing up my family had nothing. We had each other though. My father and mother were both world-class athletes once. It was natural that my sister and I excelled at sports—me as a swimmer and she as a gymnast—and we loved making them proud.
Loved getting our names in the papers and hoisting up trophies with our parents there to cheer us on. It was what came after the wins that mattered. Them taking us to dinner at Pizza Hut to celebrate the best we knew how. With each other.
Somewhere along the way I forgot what I’d been chasing. Forgot what fueled my soul.
“Where are we going?” Maia asks as my hand skims over her thigh, her knees bouncing anxiously.
With my other hand on the wheel I slide my gaze sideways. Knowing she’s got no panties on under that little skirt is making it near impossible for me to focus on the road. But I do because I know where I’m headed.
“Home, baby.” Inching my hand up her thigh a little at a time, I revel in her sharp intake of breath when my fingertips barely touch her heat.
“Where is home?” Maia’s voice is breathy and makes my dick hard—not sure it’snotbeen hard since I laid eyes on her, actually—as my fingers brush her wet folds again.
“Home is my place just outside of town. Can’t stay too close to campus. Locals make it too hard.” I admit with a bounce of my shoulders. Doesn’t matter to them I’m just another student—I'm a student who will end up on the world’s stage at the Olympics and they want a piece of me. Some of them a veryspecific piece.
Because of the notoriety some athletes receive—most of them revel in it, really—I stay away from town. Unless I have classes or training, I stay at my place out by the lake. It’s a small cabin and a bit secluded and the lake is great for swimming between training.
“Why do locals make it hard?” I grunt a little when I see her eyes focus on my zipper—where my dick is fighting to get out.
“Locals don’t make me hard, baby. Only you. And only you talk to me like a real person and make me feel like I matter outside of the pool.” Punctuating my words by cupping her pussy and stroking it slowly, I feel her open wide for me. Not just her legs, which spread just enough to let me stroke her, but all of her.
In the warm light of the setting sun Maia gazes at me with those pretty eyes. As we watch each other the air charges with something. With everything. All the words we have shared over the past months.
Dear Sexy Gem,
Don’t know about fate but I know I found you for a reason. Our letters make me feel whole. When you tell me about the jewelry you made last night or the shows that make you laugh, I feel like I'm there laughing with you or watching you work on your gems. I want that more than I ever expected.
I know my life is not on the path I want. Or at least, it wasn’t until recently. Swimming was always the only thing I had. Only thing I was good at. Now, I know I can be good at something else. I can have something else. I can be with you, Maia. I can be good at being yours.
That is what I want. I feel like if fate is real, it brought me to you. And I can’t wait for us to really start.
“To me, you are Pike. Someone who swims. MySexy Swimmer. Nothing less or more.” I growl and plunge my fingers inside her, reveling in her moan and the way she tightens around me.
“Yours. All I want to be isyours, Maia.” I admit as we round the curve that leads to my place. Although I want to work another orgasm out of her, I don’t want to waste it on a quickie in the car.
We both groan as I slip my fingers from her. I suck her sticky honey from them and laugh when she moans again. Before she can change her mind about wanting me for hers, I am out of the truck and yanking her against me.
“Pike! Be careful. Don’t drop me.” Laughing as I cradle her against me, I bury my face in her neck and breathe deep her sweet scent. Better than chlorine and victory that sweetness.
“Got you baby. We’re home.” I announce as I walk up the porch and kick the door open. Maia squeals again as I vault up the stairs leading to the loft bedroom.
“No grand tour of the abode?” Maia teases as I stride towards the bed.
“Later. Only tour I want to do now is one of your body, baby.” Smirking, I set her at the bed and kneel before her.
Ducking my head beneath her skirt, my shoulders shove her knees open as I dive between them. Wrapping my arms around her sexy thighs I have my tongue inside her and her taste filling my mouth. Maia’s moans echo off the walls as I eat her slow and good, sucking at her throbbing clit and fucking her with my tongue.
