Swim lengths

Looking around the pool, you briefly consider going to the diving boards, but you manage to convince yourself that if Ash is willing to give up her body for ... however long ... the least you can do is pay her back a bit by helping her to lose weight. You wander over to the lanes, which are pretty quiet with only a handful of people swimming in the three of them, and slip into the water.

It's cold at first, seeping through the swimsuit and chilling your curves, but after a couple of kicks you get used to it and relax into a breaststroke. It takes a hot second for you to get used to your more top-heavy body, especially avoiding your bust with your arms, and the strength difference throws you off for the first few lengths. Still, the surge and swell of the water over your skin feels great. You dunk your head under the water, feeling your long hair splay out behind you.

After another few lengths, you pull yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water. Water drips down your body, and your chest heaves as you suck in air. You smile to yourself. You're tired, but the good-exercise feeling has you ready for more.

As you're psyching yourself up to dive back in, you notice someone in the next lane over looking at you. Dark haired, with a chiseled jaw and broad shoulders. He looks about your age, maybe a couple of years older. Your stomach flips. The eye contact lasts no more than half a second before he looks away and continues swimming.

You slip back into the water, hoping that the cool will hide your blush. You have no idea who he is, but does he recognize Ash? And what is the strange heat just below your stomach?

An image of his strong, rugged face flashes through your mind, and you answer the second question. You want him.

You start swimming again. It is weird - you have seen handsome men before, known that some of them were straight tens, but it was always on an intellectual level. Their features were attractive in the same way as a movie star. But this is different. This is on a primal level. You want him to take your swimsuit off and pin you against a wall.

You shake your head and swim faster. You are in your best friend's body! Thinking those thoughts are fine for now, but acting on them would be so wrong. Of course, that only makes the thought even more alluring.

He's looking at you again. You can feel it. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your nipples harden against the inside of your swimsuit. The urge to look over your shoulder overwhelms you.

His eyes linger on yours for a moment, the hint of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and then he looks away. Your heart races. There is something animal about the way he looks at you that silences every part of your brain except for the part screaming for sex.

Without consciously making the decision, you dive under the lane rope and continue swimming directly ahead of him. From the angle, you know he will be looking right at your ass, and that thought turns you on more than anything else has today.

Breathless with desire, you reach the end of the lane and turn around. You lock eyes with him again, and this time you can't help smiling a little. He smiles back, and a thrill lights up your insides. You bite your lip and flip onto your back to avoid looking at him, but you make sure to push your boobs out as much as possible for his benefit.

By the time you reach the other end, your cheeks are flushed from both the exercise and the arousal. You pull yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool again, trying to catch your breath, then look around for him.

He's still at the other end of the pool. As if he was waiting for you, as soon as your gaze drifts onto him he adjusts his goggles and pushes off the wall, launching into a butterfly stroke. Water surges around his powerful body as his strong arms send him flying across the surface. He's showing off, but hot damn it's working, you think as you subconsciously spread your legs.

Within seconds, he touches the wall inches away from your bare leg and relaxes. Treading water and breathing heavily, he looks up at you, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Enjoying the show?" he asks, taking off his goggles.

Your breath catches in your throat. You were awful at flirting when you were a guy, let alone in a completely different body, with a different voice and a different tongue. Besides, do you even want to flirt with him?

After all, you had a girlfriend back in your old body. Damn, this is all so complicated ...