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Gymin' it [Tatcon and CutePhoenix]

Tatcon Valdez

Tatcon Valdez

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The clock was counting down, and everyone who was in the gym could feel it. The boys, the girls, the coaches, they all knew the pressure was starting to come for everyone to be at their absolute best, and that this gym and the teams located therein wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. The question of course was "Were these athletes going to represent their nation at the Olympics?" and they all trained quite heavily in order to get the chance to compete at the nationals in order to win their place on the upcoming Olympic team.

On the male side of equation, there was Dustin, nineteen years old and one of guys who had been destined for gymnastics since his youth. Like most gymnist he was of a regular build with streamlined muscles which were paramount to being able to compete on the freestyle floor competition, though he had a bit of edge to him which might be his strength or fault when working towards his goal. He kept his dyed navy blue hair long, allowing it to flow as he tumbled and flipped around the floor in prepartion for his show. He added many new elements to his practice to see if he could inject some young blood into the rather choked arena of freestyle gymnastics, and the idea had sat well with his coaches, though some still questioned if the tattoos on his arm might disuade the judges from agreeing. No matter, they needed something new if they were going to beat out the other competitors who were going to be there. The coaches for the men's team always wondered if the girls had a trick up their sleeve for success...
 
And on the female side, was eighteen year old Rebecca, a typical child prodigy who was, what some may say, "forced" into this by an overbearing father who had himself been a gymnastics coach in his younger years. The girl came off as somewhat of a solider, always answering her fathers and coaches directions with an immediate "Yes sir!" and the like. And when it came time to perform, the girl was like a machine. Performing her routines with impressive precision. She excelled in pretty much every type of routine she tried. Still, while a very talented gymnast in the skills department..........that was all she was. She hadn't really........broken apart from the rest. While she performed with a level of skill rare for someone her age, she lacked a certain.........flair to what she did. She did it all to the best of her ability, but didn't really, what one would say, put any heart into it.

Though, there was one thing that made her stand apart from the other girls. While the other girls were petite and tiny, the typical gymnast body type, Rebecca was a bit more.........maturely built. So, when it came to the upstairs department, she was packed a bit tightly into the usual skin tight gymnast suit. And lower down, she really stuck out. She didn't have a big rear end or anything, but in that skin hugging material, and the fact so much was shown.........more attention was drawn to watching that perfect ass than there was to watching her routine, most of the time. So, it was only natural the other girls who a tad jealous. Some even thought the only reason she was here was because she had such a great body, ignoring her impressive skill
 
The head coach of the gym had to taken a moment to look between the two teams because he knew that for the individual events they would need just one of each to excel in order to secure the needed sponsorship to get to the Olympics, and the general talent of everyone would secure good standing at the events. In his mind he knew that Dustin and Rebecca were the best choices but there was work that needed to be done, work that apparently the coaches didn't quite now how to capture. Pondering to himself he looked at Dustin who was standing off to the side of the floor, drying his face with a towel as he watched Rebecca in contemplation. It was then he decided to walk over to him and speak to him, quietly. "What do you think?"

"She's amazing. Born talent that has been hammered in to perfect skill. But...her past didn't allow for natural movement, sensuality and confidence..and I think that's probably what we need to edge out the other teams." He said, more as an aside towards the coach then actually speaking to him. The coach just nodded; he knew that Dustin would make an excellent coach with his natural feeling towards body movement and gymnastics. It didn't hurt that he was studying kineseology at school.

"Do you think you can teach her?" The coach quietly slipped in to try and influence Dustin towards what he might be thinking of. Dustin would just absently nod twice before walking over to stand beside the floor and continue to watch her for the extent of her performance, analyzing every movement she made, no doubt catching glares from the other female gymnists who might have preferred having the 'favourite' watch them instead.
 
Also like a soldier, during her routines, Rebecca was fully aware of everything else going on around her. Thus, showing the girl had crazy concentration. Able to pull off highly technical routines, while still fully aware of everyone and everything around her and never flounder cause of it. That was something that had been more or less hammered into her over the years by her father. So, while she didn't hear them, she was fully aware of the coach and Dustin talking, and of him coming over to watch her. Though, she failed to take cues from other people watching about how to improve her routines and such. In her mind, she knew she was doing it amazingly, and thus, though very little about what advice her peers might have for her.

Dustin was right about what she was lacking though. That body of hers, that brought her a touch of lecherous attention, could also be used to set her apart from all others. With a body like hers, if her routines were to take on sensual aspects to take advantage of this asset, she'd be like a shooting star.
 
Dustin rubbed his chin lightly in contemplation as he thought of what they could do with their routine, and his thought process wasn't interrupted by the coaches bringing an end to the formal floor part of the practice, asking everyone to retire to stretching and cooling down for the end of the day. All Dustin would do is step up on to the floor with Rebecca, and walk towards her. "Technically fantastic." He would say first as a compliment, one he knew she would expect, which is what would lend impact to his following words,
"But it's boring. Did anyone ever teach you how to have fun with your movements? Shift and play with your body in order to add something human and organic to what you do?" He asked, wanting to find out more about the elusive prodigy to find out where this robotic nature came from, and how they could work on getting around it.

It would take some work and manipulation, but it was certainly far from impossible. It was just a matter of embedding the right mindset in her head and get her acting that way instead of just going on routine and repetition.
 
"Not here to have fun." was her cold, cutting reply as Rebecca casually walked right past him off the mat, not even bothering to look at him. Thanks to her fathers training style, she approached gymnastics as more like a job, than a calling. She came, did what she was there to do to the best of her ability, and that was it. She wasn't there to have fun. So, as the coach had said, she found an empty spot and went to streatching. She started by sitting down, spreading her legs as wide as she could, and then leaning over to the point her face was just about to touch the floor. While doing this, the other ladies around gave her a quick glance up and down, before the familiar jealously of her well endowed body showed up on their faces.

Though, Rebecca never reacted to it. It was impossible to tell if she was so focused that she didn't notice it, or did notice it, but just didn't care. She knew people would be jealous of her skills, but one would have to be a mind reader to know if she realized that some were jealous of her perky chest and work of art behind. Still, if she did notice, she was the type to not ever bring it up or anything.
 
Dustin had to grin at the way she reacted, and it was something he expected. He had met quite a few girls like this on the circuit, and it made things difficult for trying to help them improve, let alone try to strike up a friendly conversation. However he would break through, of that he was absolutely certain. So he would follow, finding a spot beside her as he went about his stretching routine as well, mimicking a lot of her moves to show he was just as capable, if a little bit limited by some parts.

"You were taught to win, to be the best to reach the top right? I'm not telling you to have fun, I want to teach you how to win, because as it stands now you won't even pass qualifying because there are plenty of girls in the world as talented as you. But I can show you how you can stand on top of the podium at the Olympics. I promise. If it doesn't happen I will personally fail my own routine and ruin my career forever." He offered. Maybe this might get through to her, maybe not. The frigid way she approached her sport would probably hinder the offer for advice, but if someone was willing to make a sacrifice to prove themselves right, chances are they might know what they're talking about.
 
Rebecca didn't mind him stretching next to her, but his little showing off was lost on her, as she paid no attention to him. And when he began to talk, she was not pleased. The things he said did kind of annoy and insult her, but his talk about winning did appeal to her. Not in the way he probably meant though. He hadn't changed her just by words, but winning.......that was something she was always interested in.

"Go on......" she said in a mildly less ice queen like tone. He sure was confident in his.....theory, that was for sure. Rebecca couldn't help but be a little bit intrigued by his offer, even if her philosophy on the sport was in complete opposition to his. As she went about stretching, her eyes would scan the area. Anytime her eyes came across another girl, they would quickly look away.

"So immature........" she thought to herself. While her mind was always in the game, she was still a young lady. She knew the looks on their face were jealousy at her being apparently favored by the guy so many of them pined over.
 
Dustin would have to grin to himself mildly as she at least asked him to continue on with his idea. Now it was a matter of selling it to her, but when you're comfortable with what you do, it's certainly easier than trying to get people to agree to something you hate.
"Your routine is fine, flawless many would say. But in order to impress you have to be more than a statue doing the same moves that everyone is doing. You have to use your body as more than a tool, but a catch line...something to draw in the judges and make them pay attention to your small movements on top of the technical perfection. And don't worry, this isn't fun at work. It's going to make you work harder than you ever have before." He continued, finishing his stretching and slowly standing up.

"If you want me to show you some tricks, come on over to the mat, and I'll show you what I mean." He concluded leaving her there to think about it as he went back over to the mat to wait for her decision to be made, his hands sitting on his hips lightly.
 
After he finished, Rebecca sat up straight, debating about where to see what he was getting at or not. But, with an anxious sigh, she did finally make her decision.

"Can't believe I'm doing this......." she said to herself as she stood up, and went over to where he was standing. She didn't ask him to begin or anything. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, cocked her slender hips to the side and gave him this "Don't bore me....." look, her non verbal and rather typical way to giving him the go ahead to show her just what it was he was getting at. She wasn't doing this for his "tricks", but that her father had always told her that best was not good enough. One could always be better.
 
Dustin would keep a straight face as she came towards him, eyes staying locked on her own, just one couldn't help but notice the little tilt to her hip when she came to wait in front of him. Small eye candy, and he quickly dismissed it so he wouldn't get distracted from the task at hand. Stepping a bit to the side and turning so his side was to her, he would motion with one hand towards the floor before them. "Go do a flip. Land it perfectly, throw your hands up in the air and the whole bit, but stay in that position. I want to show you one small thing you can do to add a bit of flair." He said, once again returning to waiting on her to complete the task assigned before he would bother explaining what he wanted her to do next.
 
Rebecca listened to what he said, and was rather surprised by what he told her to do. A flip with a perfect landing wasn't that hard to do, especially for her. So, she shrugged her shoulders and took a few steps back and with a running start, did just as he said, landing flawlessly, as usual, arms up in the air in the typical post gymnasts did when they stuck a landing. She didn't ask him what to do next. She just looked at him and waited for him to show her. This was how she was use to acting with her father. He was very strict, nearly to the point of being a complete asshole. When training with him, she followed his directions and didn't question them. Even though Dustin was nothing like her father, she did not question his instruction.
 
Dustin nodded a few times when she landed the flip, and it would be then he would move towards her, analyzing her position as he rubbed his chin again. "Alright, so the first thing I am going to teach you is how to make a smooth, alluring transition into your next move, and you won't lose any functionality as a result." He said, standing before her before looking up at her hands. Within a few moments his hands would be placed on her own, "Just work with me, and I'll show you what you should do. First, slowly bring your hands down...then turn them so the palms are facing you by the time you pass your head..." He explained gently, his hands slowly bringing her down and twisting them so her palms were properly faced. Then he placed her hand down on her sides, just beside her breasts.

"Now what you want to do here is really draw their attention, so lightly run your hands down your sides.." he continued, guiding her hand down her middrift and to her hips. "Now while you're doing that you want to slide out your strong leg..." with this he placed his foot between her own, and started sliding it outwards, "...and then continue to slide your hands down onto your thighs. Move the foot into a semi circle until it is placed behind you..and there you go, you're ready for a launch so you can just bring your hands back to a normal position." Stepping back he would cross his arms over his chest again, and nod once. "Now go do the flip again and try to add in this transition."
 
Surprise did not begin to describe what she felt when Dustin began to show her a rather provocative little move to add onto the landing of the flip. Though........she wasn't upset or anything actually. Just, a tad shocked. Plus, she wasn't a naive little virgin or anything. She knew plenty of people watched the sport just for the hot chicks in skimpy uniforms. So, she had to admit there was a bit of logic to adding a sensual little more like this to a routine. Still, that did not ease the shock as he showed it to her. She was left a bit dumbfounded when he finished, but after giving him a rather confused look, she regained her composure.

Getting another running start, she did a picture perfect flip again, but this time, she added what he showed her. Either she was a natural, or he brought something out of her by showing that move as when she did, it wasn't rigid or anything. It was smoothe and sensual. Which lead to a number of jaws hitting the floor, male and female alike, as the others watched on.

"Like that?" she asked, after the little move was over. Those two words were rare from her. She always confident in her moves and never asked if she had did them right. But.........this was something entirely new to her.
 
Dustin smiled happily, and nodded once for confirmation. "Absolutely perfect." He would say, walking back towards her before turning to stand beside her. "You are a natural, you know that right?" He said quietly as he looked at her, grinning a bit as he got himself into position to get a running start for the next move. "Alright, watch this next one, and try to follow." He said, before getting a small running start and diving into a front flip, landing on the ground on his back with a quick stop.

"Now what you will do here is take that pose that so many people love. Bring your strong knee up, prop yourself up with your elbows, and tilt your head back to give a good exposé. Try that part now." He said, patting the area of mat next to him where he wanted her to land.
 
"If you say so........" Rebecca replied casually as she watched him perform yet another provocative move. Taking a deep breath, she then followed after him, landing picture perfectly, complete with attractive little pose. The onlookers were not becoming mesmerized. Well, at least the male watchers, who were feeling a bit more than "interest" at her display. While the girls weren't aching to get in her panties, they couldn't look away either, finding her moves to be rather........intruiging. Jealousy turned to feelings of envy with how graceful and beautiful she looked pulling off these sensual moves he was showing her. While she did not show it on outside, or would likely ever admit it........she was actually finding this to be a bit fun.
 
Grinning and nodding, he would simply say "perfect.." before looking her over to confirm that she had done the right thing, before deciding to move on to the next step. "Next is a good transition to get you standing again. What you do is roll on to your stomach," he continued before rolling over, and leaving his lower body flat on the ground, with his torso elevated by his arms being straight.

"Once you get here, play with the crowd and the judges a bit, maybe by biting your finger with a smile on your face. After that you can go into a split handstand and proceed with you routine. Now show me." He concluded, standing up himself and moving away so she could have the room to demonstrate.
 
That was easily, the weirdest idea he had told her yet. As surprised and confused as she was though, she did just as he suggested. Rolling onto her stomach, then raising her index finger to her mouth, biting the tip of it with a rather cute and sexy little smile on her face before planting her hands on the ground, then pushing up into a handstand, followed by her spreading her legs in a splits. She then decided to take a bit of initiative. She then brought her feet to the ground and as she stood up straight, her hands resting on her ankles, before slowly sliding up her right, then her thigh before reaching her flat stomach, then gliding over her perky breasts, then up her neck and cheeks, then finally through her hair, messing it up a bit, before ending in a pose similar to earlier before this first started.

When done, she looked over at him, with a look questioning if she did good, but also with a small hint of a need for acceptance. No matter how good she did when training with her father, he never complimented her.
 
Dustin would have had a few choice movements or comments for the display, but instead he simply placed his hands on his hips and nodded again, smiling as bright as the sun. "Excellent Rebecca, that is exactly what we were going for. Good job." He said, before walking over to her and placing his hands on her hips lightly. "You were given two gifts at birth, and with that knowledge, you can turn the gymnastics world upside down. That is how you're going to get to the Olympics." He said quietly to her before giving her a small squeeze, and letting go.

It was then the coaches finally brought an end to practice, telling all the students to get out and get changed, and be ready to work hard tomorrow. The head coach would decide to turn back towards Dustin and Rebecca and say "Do you two need more time to practice?"

Dustin would purse his lips in contemplation before looking back at Rebecca and shrugging, "Want to try putting some of the moves in to your routine, see how it works?"
 
Normally, having some guy she hardly knew touching her hips like that would make Rebecca feel rather akward. But, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her, so she found comfort in his hands on her hips. Even managing to crack a small smile. When the coach ended practice, Rebecca immediately started to go for the changing room, but only got a few steps before Dustin suggested more practice. She had originally thought he was crazy for suggesting such stuff, and while not entirely sure he was right about this getting her to the Olympics, she had to admit.........she was liking it.

"Sure. Extra practice never hurts." she replied before coming over to join him. Seems Dusting really was getting through to her.
 
Dustin smile gently and motioned back to the floor, "There is one more step we can work on, we can try to encorporate a bit more hip movement in to your presentation." He would say, just thinking of that now when he was looking back at the way she had walked on to the floor. Scratching his blue head for a moment as he thought about a good way to practice that. Looking around he would finally get the inspiration he was looking for. "Alright, come stand here like you just like you just landed your jump." After saying so, he would move to stand in the middle of the floor and waited for her to join him.
 
Rebecca had an idea of what he meant by hip movements, but she decided to just let him continue to lead, and see just what he had in mind. The stuff he had suggested so far was nothing she considered over the line or anything. So, she figured he wouldn't steer her wrong this time either. Thus, she nodded in agreement before going over to stand with him, striking the typical landing pose and yet again, silently looking over at him, waiting for his next direction. He was doing good so far, but if he started to suggest stuff that she found to be too........stripper like, she wouldn't hesitate to leave.
 
Dustin wouldn't try to make any of her moves stripper like, though she might look like a mix of a gymnist and a cheerleader with how things were going, though he thought more of a professional dancer at a dance club. Either way he knew this would turn more than a few heads when done in combination with her flawless technical style.

With her standing as she was he would nod to himself and then move to stand behind her, standing relatively close as he placed his hands on her hips. "Alright, so the idea would be to move as if you're dancing with someone, so start dropping your hands..." He would say, and assuming she would do as instructed, as her hands reached her sides he would move her waist in a slow circle, a bit of a show off of her assests as her hands moved down her body, a move which actually forced her behind to brush against him slightly, but he didn't seem to aware as he led her through the movement at a normal pace and never slowed down until he had to move out of the way to make space for her foot to come back. "Like that."
 
As always, Rebecca did as he asked, lowering her hands while rotating her hips like he was showing. When he stepped back, she kept it going, running her hands slowly up and down her body, while her hips rotated in sensual circles. She got what he was getting at with the act like she was dancing with someone part. Though, she seemed to mildly lose herself in the moment as she began to toss in some of her own moves. Some hips swaying here, a few grinds there. The way she moved those hips at such a sensual slow pace.........it was near hypnotic. The fact that her hips, rear and legs were her most notable physical features certainly added to that.

But soon, she caught herself and stopped, tan cheeks tinted a bit pink with a blush, having never done something like that during training. She always did the routine her father laid out for her during training.

"So.....uh......what's next?" she asked, trying to hide her embarassment.
 
Dustin had watched her letting go with her movements, and he had to smile in admiration for the fact she was letting go, and for the beautiful, sexy moves she had made with her gifted body. Now they were finally getting somewhere. Slowly he started to walk towards the edge of the mat, and then turned to face her again. "Take a part of your routine, and try and incorporate some of the moves we've just done in to it. Impress me!" He said as he crossed his arms over his chest and smile, nodding for her to go ahead and get doing it.
 
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