Mark vs Tayla

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Mark and Tayla leapt forward at the same time, hitting the bouncy inflatable surface. They immediately made contact with each other, both trying to knock the other one down or get them off balance so they could get a lead.

Just before they got to the first obstacle, Mark somehow slipped on his own accord. It was very slippery and he just couldn’t keep his balance and stay on his feet.

Tayla didn’t even bother to look behind, she just used this to her advantage. She threw herself under a crawl space. Mark tried to follow suit but he wasn’t as agile, flexible or as quick as the brunette.

As Mark crawled under himself, he remembered seeing that sexy booty in the small light pink bikini bottoms, speeding away.

He trailed through the rest of the obstacle course. The only chance of making up the ground now would be in the water. Knowing this, when he got to the slide, inside of just sliding down it, Mark leapt from the top, diving into the water instead, trying to get some speed in the water.

Tayla was just beginning to make her way back to the platform from the other side of the pool as Mark freestyled his way through the water.

‘You’ve got this,’ he thought to himself.

‘You’ve got this. You can beat her.’

Touching the edge of the lap lane, he noticed that Tayla wasn’t that far ahead anymore but he had to keep swimming quickly if he was to catch her by the slide or it may be game over.

He rocketed himself off the pool wall, swimming his way back to the inflatable platform.

Tayla still got to the platform first, the brunette got up and made her attempt to climb back up the slide. Thinking this may be his last chance, Mark powered through the last bit of the swim and sprung up to try and pull her back down.

“Arghh what the fu-” she yelled out as she felt the boy grab her foot, pulling on it downwards.

It wasn’t enough of a grip so Mark used his leftover energy to try and grab her by the waist and pull her completely off.

He leapt up again, trying to grab her by the waist, he half did but managed to pull down her bikini bottoms to her upper thighs. Her nicely tanned ass was mooning him, looked even better as it was dripping with water.

Not only did he get a better look at Tayla’s ass, it also helped pull her down from the slide. It was once again, anyone’s race. The two scrambled for the slide again, Mark this time was able to get over it first.

He was actually in the lead. There was a lot of charity money up for grabs here so the importance of winning couldn’t be taken for granted.

Mark didn’t look behind him at all as he raced through the obstacles. He would be a hero in front of Tiffany and also Ali and Miranda too, but mainly Tiff.

The excitement of winning for the Hall was fulfilling his body as the finish line was now in his sights.

It almost seemed too good to be true. That’s probably because it was.

Mark hit the ground as he was tackled from behind by Tayla who had sneakily caught up ground due to pure athleticism and flexibility.

“You ain’t going anywhere baby boy,” she teased as she tried holding him down.

Mark wasn’t having it though, he wasn’t going to let her get an upper hand on him just cause she was hot. He wrestled back momentum, trying to get on top of her so he would be able to break away.

Their bodies all mangled together, moved around until finally, Mark was on top and almost in a position to push off and win the race.

Holding an arm of his, Tayla knew she was in trouble and as all competitive people, she had one more attempt to win this.

However, instead of using her strength, she decided on using her brain and her words.

“How important’s winning some charity money to you Mark?” She said, still holding onto his body. “Because I’ve got someone that’s a million times better and it’s something only I can give you.”

He knew he should just ignore her and keep going but she looked so fucking sexy with her wet hair spread out everywhere on the platform. Not to mention, he was **** to hear what she was about to offer. “Go on then.”

“You let me win this race, I’ll suck you off in the shower rooms in ten minutes,” she said bluntly.

What a way to make a guy hard. It had his attention but he didn’t know if it was a trick or not. He kept his footing, “How do I know you’re not just gonna ignore me after I let you win and not follow up on the promise?”

“I’m a woman of my word, Mark.”

She looked him dead in the eyes, almost a look of desperation, so **** to win, so fucking competitive.

It was time to make a decision, he looked down at Tayla and back at the finish line. He could let her win, ruin it for East Hall but gain some special attention from one the hottest girls on campus.

Or he could stay strong and go for glory, win for East Hall and make up some brownie points with Tiffany and the others.