Don't bother with either. Go for a swim instead.

You can't really be bothered contacting either girl so you decide to go for a swim instead. Its your way of relaxing whilst still keeping fit, the pool's never too busy today anyway. You grab yourstuff and head to the pool.

You walk into the sports centre and pay the woman behind the desk. You decide to go over to the big glass window, just to see who's in at the moment and whether or not its busy at all. Your eyes skim the surface of the water, looking for any familar faces. All of a sudden you stop, eyes fixated on one particular body gliding through the water. You recognise the slightly reddish hair, wettened and stuck to her back. You recognise the small, round ass occasionally dipping above the water, water gleaming in the light off the tight 1 piece black swimsuit that hugged her ass. She gets to the end of her length, turns round and sees you standing behind the glass. Its Jessica! What is she doing here? By herself too. This is only too convinient. She beckons you to come in in a friendly gesture of the hand, and you move away from the glass to prevent your slowly expanding hard-on from becoming evident.

You go to the changing rooms, get changed into your shorts and jump into the pool and swim over to Jessica.

"Hi Jess"

"Hey! How you doing?"

She looks pretty stunning at the moment, water droplets trickling down her face, wettening her lips as she spoke. You reckoned these would be good for kissing right now. You speak about Uni and stuff for a few minutes, then she swims off and does the rest of her lengths. You do yours in the adjacent lane. After about half an hour she stops, clearly tired, and gets out of the pool. She is dripping wet, her black one-piece hugs her petite figure so provokingly, and you detect a slight hint of an erect nipple as you gaze at her tits. Must be a B.

You get out and follow her into the communal shower you use to wash away the chlorine. She seems puzzled you weren't in for long:

"Why did you come out so soon? I was in a good half hour before you?"

"I dunno, Jess, you must be fitter than me eh?"

She giggles a bit, an infectious, slightly girly giggle that maintains her apparently innocent image. She walks off into the chagning area in front of you, her small round ass staring at you as water drips from her hair and legs. You are trying your hardest not to develop a hard-on, imagining grabbing that tight little ass and pumping away. She stops in front of the toilets, about to turn round and say something.