Go for a swim

"I'd actually love to check out the pool here," you decide. "Gotta keep up my fitness." Swimming has always been one of your favourite ways to exercise, paradoxically soothing and strenuous at the same time. And besides, you may or may not have an... ulterior motive for wanting to go this particular time.

"Aw, you're no fun," teases Hazel, when you relate your decision to your friends.

"Hot, though," adds Naomi, giving you her signature alluring smirk.

"Well, obviously," flushes the brunette, her eyes lingering on your chest, before the two girls get up.

"Oh, and Felix," pauses Naomi. "The three of us are planning on testing out the hot tub tonight. I trust you'll join us." The ghost of a smile touching her dark lips, she turns and shepherds Hazel towards the party.

Once they have gone, Emma looks up at you with a tentative smile. "Would you like to walk over together?"

""I'd love that," you smile, resting your hand on hers.

Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you return your tray then head to the sports complex with Emma. It's a good thing she's with you - you soon realise you still don't have the foggiest idea how to navigate around campus. The Irish girl leads the way, and as the two of you chat about your shared love of exercise, you think she begins to relax a little bit around you. You can't seem to figure her out - at times so alluring, but shy as a schoolgirl at others. A problem for you to ponder later.

As you enter the lobby of the sports complex, you realise you've been an idiot.

"Sorry Emma, I've gotta pop back to our room - forgot my swim kit."

"Oh, that won't be a problem," blushes Emma, beckoning you towards the changing room. When you reach the door, there's a sign printed on it in large, friendly letters:

SWIMWEAR OPTIONAL

You hesitate, staring at the laminated sheet. Admittedly, you've been exposed to a fair few women in the past couple of days... but this seems like a big step up.

Emma giggles at the look on your face. "C'mon, Felix. By the time you go back for your trunks, we'll be out of time!"

You take a breath, and with a wry grin, follow her inside.

The changing rooms turn out to be mixed-gender (no surprise), but with individual cubicles (pleasantly surprising). Changing in the stall next to your gorgeous roommate turns out to be horrifically taunting - glimpsing first her crop top, then her shorts and panties, falling to the floor. You realise you've been frozen in captivation, and begin hurriedly undressing. Hearing Emma's door open and her feet padding out, you bunch up your clothes, holding them in front of your waist, then step out of the cubicle.

You're stopped dead in your tracks by the sight of the Irish girl reaching up to stow her clothes in a locker. To your disappointment, she's not nude - but the alternative is a showstopper. Your eyes start at her soft feet, standing on tip-toe and awakening a feeling inside you that you never expected a pair of feet could. Her legs are even more arousing in this position: creamy, elegant and perfectly smooth, her left leg swivelled outwards as she stretches upwards. Her black onepiece makes a sharp V at the bottom, only part-covering her tight, pale butt, and somehow shows so much of her skin without revealing anything. When she turns round, you admire how it hugs her lovely breasts, smoothing and yet emphasising the curves of her body.{if Images==false}{else}

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"Told you I was a swimsuit model," smirks Emma. Finally looking up to her face, you see the redhead has somehow tucked her cascading locks into a swimming cap. Without her hair framing her face, she looks different. No less beautiful, mind you, just different: your eyes are drawn to the way her fine jawline leads to her oh-so-slightly pointed chin, and the way the perkiness of her ears make her look almost elven.

"I think you might have to leave the clothes behind at some point, Felix."

Wordlessly, you nod, and push the pile into one of the free lockers.

"There," smiles Emma, as you turn around. You try to resist the urge to cross your hands in front of your crotch. "I don't know why you're so embarrassed," she continues, glancing at your member. "You're quite the specimen, Mr Samson."

"Out of the two of us, I'm surprised the actual model isn't more confident," you return. "Why the swimsuit, Miss Gorgeous?"

Emma smiles. "Streamlining."

"And why don't I get streamlining?!"

The Irish girl shrugs cheekily. "Works for me..."

You both start walking towards the pool. You're generally not short on self-confidence, but it's hard to not be self-conscious right at this moment.

"You didn't have a problem waking up to find four people looking at your cock on a helicopter - or any of the other times you've been naked, for that matter," says Emma curiously. "What's the deal now?"

"I think it's because I'm reminded of the times I went swimming as a kid," you eventually decide. "I learnt to swim in my local public pool. I feel like I'm living out a stress dream, and it's weird. I've only ever been naked around other people when it's something sexual."

Emma raises an eyebrow. "Swimming isn't sexual?"

"It is?" you ask, a smile creeping across your lips.

"I guess we'd better find out."

You do your best to put in some decent lengths and not get distracted by the barely-clothed women sharing the pool with you. It's not a busy day, but you and Emma still have to share a lane with a tall, ebony-skinned girl, who laps you twice in your first twenty lengths. Only Emma has a chance at matching her speed. You don't claim to be anything like an expert, but even you can tell the redhead's form is impeccable; she slips through the water like a dolphin, easily overtaking you with a casual grace.

You eventually hit your target for the session, and recline against the wall in the shallow end as you recover. Two girls are taking a break in the lane next-but-one to yours, and - whilst you try not to be obvious - you see they're {if Enhanced male==true}checking you out. With a start, you realise that you're still stark naked - but seeing how these two girls eye you, it... well, it feels good now.{else}checking you out. You suddenly become conscious of your nakedness - but with pride, rather than embarrassment. You give the girls a knowing grin, and they blush and turn away, giggling to one another.{endif}

Emma breaks the water, and breast-strokes the last metre to sink into the wall beside you, her hip rubbing against yours. Breathing heavily, she rests her head on your shoulder, and you instinctively put an arm around her.

"You're a pretty good swimmer," she pants.

"The way you kept lapping me led me to the same conclusion," you joke, to which Emma breathlessly laughs. "Seriously, what are you - part dolphin? Part mermaid? Part shark? Please tell me it's not part shark."

"I don't know," your companion gets out between laughs. "Maybe I bite."

"Should I be worried?"

"I don't think so," hums Emma then reaches up to tenderly kiss you once - twice - three times. She falls back onto her heels, and the two of you search each other's eyes. You see the same desire in those emerald irises as you feel in your chest. By silent consensus, you take Emma by the waist and pull her in front of you, leaning down to meet her lips in a gentle, passionate kiss. You feel Emma's hands clasping behind your neck, as she leans into the kiss, pushing her body chest-first into yours. Whilst your mind is lost in the kiss, your cock finally reaches full mast despite the cold water, brushing against the south end of Emma's swimsuit.

Suddenly the redhead pulls away, biting her lip and staring unwaveringly at the water between you. "I'd... I've got a class this afternoon," she mumbles. "I'll see you this evening." She immediately climbs out of the pool, and - wrapping herself in a towel - pads back into the changing room. The two girls who were watching you earlier, now poolside and in towels, also exit from where you suspect they had been watching you.

You're left standing alone in the pool, bemused as to what just happened. You shake your head and get out, taking a towel from the stack. Even here, at USE, you just can't understand some girls.

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