College Roommates (commanderShepard, leia25, Leahrose1111)

Beth knew the answer. She figured that even Vanessa knew the answer. But there was one big problem.

Someone already has you. Don't worry, no one will find out about the party.
 
Vanessa let out a sigh of relief.

Thank you. The pictures are yours to keep...

She returned out to the table, poured herself a glass of wine, and for the first time all day, she was able to focus.
 
The next morning was practice at 5:00 AM, like clockwork. Every week day, first thing in the morning, the entire swim team had to be ready and gathered in the conditioning room to warm up. That meant they had to have arrived and changed into their swimwear well before that. Brian wouldn't exactly call himself a morning person—he didn't enjoy waking up that early—but he never had a problem being awake and on time. He enjoyed the routine, the strict structure of it all, and found the workout refreshing. He loved being in the water, far more than he ever enjoyed going to a gym.

When he got to the pool facility, Coach Bolton told him that the men's and women's teams would be practicing together for the foreseeable future. The scheduling conflict that the women's coach, Ms. Darbus, had turned out to be a longer-term issue, but he didn't disclose any additional details about the reason for her absence. Brian would take the captain role for both teams during practices, and the women's captain, Kelsi Nielsen, would become co-captain. She was less than thrilled.

Brian hit the locker room, changed into his swimwear, and then went to the conditioning room, where the rest of both teams was gathering. They always did warm up stretches in a circle before starting the practice. Once everyone had assembled, Brian and Kelsi took up places at the head of the room and informed the two teams of the changes.
 
Beth enjoyed the early mornings. Everything was so quiet. There was barely any traffic and most students were still in bed. It gave her a chance to think and the early morning practices helped her to really wake up and feel energised for a day of classes or studying ahead.

However, she was greeted with bad news. She stood in the conditioning room in a red t shjirt and grey shorts, her brunette hair pulled back into a high ponytail, next to Sophie, a fellow freshman who was in a few of Beth's classes. At the front of the room, Kelsi stood with...Brian. Her stomach twisted when she remembered how he'd acted in their biology class yesterday. With Vanessa. She felt her face flush when she remembered the pictures Vanessa had sent her. She'd debated deleting them but they were just to good to erase.

Kelsi explained that Coach Darbus was having to take an extended leave of absence and the men and women would be practicing together for the foreseeable future. Both teams groaned and started protesting, all the sounds merging together.

"That's not fair!"

"There's not enough lanes for both teams!"

"They just treat practice like a pool party!"

Kelsi heaved a heavy sigh. "All great points but this is the situation. We will be sharing the pool until further notice."

Beth glanced at Brian again, her mind flooded with memories of the way he jumped in the pool, his muscles rippling as he kicked the water and curled his arms over his head, the way he twisted his head to take his breaths. He was a good swimmer, even she knew that. But she suspected he got the role of captain by being everybody's best buddy, not because he was the best on the team.
 
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"Alright, everyone, quiet down," Brian said. "Kelsi is right, we just have to deal with the situation for the time being. Now, we're a few minutes behind schedule, and as you all just noted, there's not enough lanes so we'll get less done. So we've got to push harder. Let's get started."

He started the stretching exercises, telling everyone which stretch to do, performing it himself, and counting out loud to ten. Wearing grey sweats and a white t-shirt with the sleeves, and most of the side, cut off, his muscular arms and parts of his torso were visible as he stretched first one and then the other arm over his head and behind his back.
 
Beth's blood was boiling in her veins. Her dislike of Brian aside, there was no way either team would reach their potential if they were sharing the pool. She had half a mind to go home at the weekend to visit her parents just to use their swimming pool but that would involve dealing with her mother and she tried not to do that on a regular basis. She was always talking about how Beth needed to find a husband. As if it were that easy to find the love of your life. Not to mention that she wasn't entirely convinced she would have a husband rather than a wife or a spouse or a partner.

She let out a long breath and ignored Brian's directions. Instead, she followed Kelsi. She knew Kelsi was just following Brian but it made her feel slightly better. Beth bent over at the waist and touched her toes, feeling the muscles in her legs stretching. The neckline of her t shirt hung low, giving a very good view of her breasts which swung slightly, one of them almost coming out of her t shirt entirely. Beth was so far into her thoughts about her mother and Vanessa and Brian that she barely noticed that people could see her breasts if they looked.

She straightened up and looked over at Brian, trying to understand what Vanessa saw in him. That being said, several members of the women's team seemed to be swooning at him as if he'd just put out a fire or something. Was Beth missing something? Had he saved someone from a burning building or something?

"Alright," Kelsie called, "we need to get to the pool. Time is precious so you have to push yourselves. No messing about and you'll be reported to Coach Bolton."
 
Brian glanced around the room, making sure everyone was participating. His eyes fell on Beth. He smiled to himself, knowing that Coach Bolton had given him the power to make Beth work harder after all. But he would have to be careful, make sure that it wasn't obvious to anyone that he was singling her out, or he would get in trouble.

Then he noticed her neckline. He could see straight down her shirt, and was sure he saw the outline of a nipple. His mouth dropped open a little as he stared. When Beth straightened back up, tossing her brunette ponytail, it was like slow motion. He was amazed at how attractive she was, and was surprised he hadn't noticed it more earlier. He cleared his throat, realizing he was staring, and followed the teams out to the pool.

The smell of chlorine smacked him in the face when he stepped through the swinging door. The sound changed, too, everything sounded more hollow and with a lot more reverberation. The clear, blue water cast patterns of light over the tiled floor at its depths, and on the surface the black and white lane dividers bobbed slightly. Brian stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto a bench against the wall, along with everyone else, leaving him in his red speedo. He pulled on a red swimming cap, tucking his black hair underneath it, and put his goggles on but left them perched on his forehead.

"Alright, women's team first, on the blocks," he said, pointing to the metal platforms at the head of each lane.
 
Beth pulled off her t shirt and shorts, leaving her in her red swim suit. It hugged her body perfectly, showing off the size of her breasts, the curve of her breasts. Even her nipples were very hard and very visible through the Lycra. She took a minute, as did most of the other girls, to push all of her hair into a swimming cap. She grabbed her goggles and walked over to a block. She climbed up and pulled her goggles over her eyes.

"Okay, ladies," Kelsi called, "into position."

Beth bent her knees and bent forward slightly, arms outstretched. As she did so, her swimsuit stretched further over the crevices of her body, showing the clear dip between her ass cheeks. The material was still taut between her legs, showing the clear outline of her pussy, a straight line directly down the centre. It was without a doubt a very clear camel toe. The swim suit left nothing to the imagination. There didn't even seem to be any hair poking out from the material between her legs, suggesting she was completely smooth down there.
 
Brian walked along the row, doing a quick scan for form. For some reason, he paused behind Beth, taking a closer look at her long legs. He was about to move on when his eyes reached the natural pinnacle of their path. He stopped, staring, and swallowed hard, not realizing that Beth could probably see him through her legs.
 
Beth frowned when she saw Brian standing behind her. She knew he was examining her pose but she expected him to move on.

When he didn't, she said, "Are you looking at my ass?"
 
Brian jumped. He hadn't expected to get called out like that, let alone caught looking. Worse, there was a noticeable bulge rising in his speedo, pressing against the already tight fabric. He fought down the momentary panic. This was Beth Queen, freshman swimmer. Hardly a challenge to his charm, and ego.

He grinned at her. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
 
She paused. Definitely not. Of all the people in the world, he was at the bottom of the list. But she didn't want to cause a scene. "Maybe."
 
Kelsi blew the whistle, and everyone dove in and started swimming down the lane. Brian was left standing there, a bit stunned. Maybe? What did that mean? He thought that, maybe, her tone had been flirty when she had said it, or was he imagining that? He would have to talk to her a little more... there was no harm in flirting, as long as that's as far as it went.
 
Without thinking too much more about Brian and him looking at her, at the sound of Kelsi's whistle, she dove off the block in a perfect arc. She broke the surface of the water and took a deep breath before she started swimming towards the other end of the pool. However, rather annoyingly, Brian came back to her mind. Why on earth was he staring at her? She knew she was attractive. Not vain by any means but she knew she had a good body and a pretty face.

But Brian had made it perfectly clear that he didn't like her which was fine considering she didn't really like him.
 
Practice went on for the next two hours. The two teams alternated doing laps and exercises. Everyone now and then, Coach Darbus, Kelsi, or Brian called someone out to repeat something. Brian did it to Beth numerous times over the course of the practice. He had promised he would during class the day before, after all.

At the end of the two hours, when everyone was out of the pool and heading back to the locker rooms, Brian fell into step behind Beth. "Good work today, Queen."
 
Beth noticed that Brian seemed to pick on her more than the others though no one else seemed to notice. She was exhausted by the time practice was over and was ready to have a hot shower before she went to her first class of the day. As she walked towards the locker rooms, she pulled her goggles off, quickly followed by her shower cap. Her long brunette hair tumbled down her back in a damp ponytail and she squeezed out the excess water as she walked.

She was surprised when Brian started walking beside her and she looked him up and down. "Thanks," she muttered, not really in the mood to have a conversation with him.
 
"Your form is excellent," he smiled, hoping she would pick up on the double entendre. He had needed something that wouldn't be blatantly obvious. But if she had meant what she said earlier, she would probably get it.
 
That made Beth stop walking for a moment. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly narrowed. It wasn't really like him to give her an out right compliment so... He was definitely talking about how he'd looked at her ass earlier. She knew she should be offended. But she wasn't. Not entirely. "Oh. Thank you. I worked really hard on my...form." +
 
She took his bait. Not only that, her tone made it clear she was talking about the same thing. He couldn't help but crack a grin. "It shows. Sorry for working you so hard, but I knew you could take it."
 
She held his gaze and nodded. "Yes, well, I think I proved that I can take it."
 
"I suppose one advantage of swimming is no one can tell how wet you get during a good workout," he said, still smiling at her. He was acutely aware of how much his own toned body was on display, and how much of hers he could see.
 
Did he just...? Yes. Yes, he did. Try as she might, she couldn't hide the blush forming on her cheeks. She averted her gaze but as she did so, she glanced at his body. Big mistake. He was taller by at least a foot. He was broader, too. Every inch of his body seemed to have a defined muscle, most of them visibly rippled when he moved. He had abs, of course he did. But this wasn't just a six pack. It was almost an eight pack. And then...She didn't mean to look. Really, she didn't. But speedos didn't hide anything, really, and she couldn't ignore the significant bulge.

She looked back up at him and nodded. "Exactly," she murmured. "Especially when you know how to move."
 
They didn't have biology class that day, so Brian knew the next time he would see her was at practice the next morning. He wondered how that conversation would go. "See you around, Queen," he said, turning to head to the men's locker room.
 
Beth watched him walk away towards the men's locker room. Her heart was pounding in her chest, unsure what had just happened.
 
Vanessa knew after a long practice how much Brian adored a hot cup of coffee and a treat from their favorite campus coffee shop. The Magic Bean was a quaint, student-run shop tucked between the library and the gym. It was always stocked full of pastry, steaming organic coffee in a rotating bill of flavors, local art, and local music over the speaker system.

She'd gotten up and gotten dressed to meet him. She wore a pair of high waisted skin tight jeans that were ripped up the legs, her favorite cozy sweater that kept her curves warm, curled her hair, and a pair of wedge boots. Even though her legs were long, she still stood about a foot shorter than Brian. She loved her heels, because they did something for her butt that made him crazy.

Everyone in the shop knew her. One of the guys greeted her, "Hey Vanessa, Brian coming from practice for his usual?"

"Hey Sam, yeah, as usual." She laughed. Sam had always drawn her attention. He was a Native American man who wore his black silk hair in a long braid, usually with some adornment or beadwork in it. He'd always roll his t-shirts sleeves to show off his traditional tattoo work that depicted symbols of his tribe. And his biceps. His dark eyes, tanned skin, and gentle smile could make you fall in love in a heart beat. He was definitely easy on the eyes, especially in the mornings.
 
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