After flushing, Rachel washed her hands and turned to the full length mirror. WOW.  She had not noticed lately with such a focus on training and the last minute move preparations.  But she was really turning into a stunner.  Maybe it was just this mirror, but her breasts seemed even bigger than she realized.  She reached up and cupped them with her thumb and forefinger lightly squeezing her pink nipples.  What a handful.  When she let go, they just jiggled a bit and bounced right back up; nipples pointing straight ahead.  If her boobs got much bigger, surely they would not continue to defy gravity like this, but it made for a nice view anyhow.

She looked herself up and down.  Her milky white skin was flawless.

Gotta do something about a tan!

Her flat stomach led down to where her pubic hair was supposed to start.  But she kept it shaved bare.  That’s just what top swimmers do.  Her little pussy lips seemed to be smiling at her.  What a night.  Unsure if she could remain silent during the operation, she had avoided masturbating last night.  Couldn’t risk Eric hearing through those thin walls.  So she was pretty worked up after sleeping naked.  That probably explained her risky mood this morning.  She reached down and gave her mound a good squeeze, whimpered, and almost started going at it right there.  But if it woke someone up, how could she explain her nightgown in the other room.  Still, it took some effort to pull her hand away.

Damn.  Gotta put a good ‘bate session on the to-do list as well.  How does a girl find time for everything?

Then she heard a door close.  It must be Eric.  He’s awake!  The reality of the situation hit Rachel and she quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her.  There was music coming from his room.  Good.  She cracked open the bathroom door to make sure the coast was clear, then dashed to her own room and closed the door.  The risk of being seen naked had given her an adrenaline rush.  She would definitely have to explore the feeling more later.  But now was not the time.

She pulled on her nightgown and walked down to breakfast.  What a morning!  The warm sun was already shining.  It was much different down here in the south.  Eric came down still wearing the boxers with a white t-shirt.  Rachel had to turn away to hide her blush when she saw him.

If he only knew what had happened earlier.  Especially what had ALMOST happened!

They decided to have breakfast outside.  It was actually “poolside”.  Eric’s family had a full-size pool.  Rachel was so jealous.  She would love to have her own pool.  How much training time could she have saved if she didn’t have to trudge down to the community center all summer?  She couldn’t wait to try this one out.

“I think I’ll tan after swim tryouts.” she said.  Might as well get something good from being stuck at their house.

“Oh yeah, that’s right.  You’re supposed to be some kind of great swimmer now”, Eric laughed, “I could probably still beat you”.

“Are you kidding?” she gritted through her teeth.  “I’m probably going to make all district, maybe even all state!  I’ve been training all summer and…and” By now she was standing and Eric had a big grin on his face.  It was only 7:00 and he had already managed to get under her skin.

“Fine.  If you’re so great, let’s race right now.  Down and back.  I’ll even go easy on you because you’re just a girl”, said Eric.

That was the last straw.  Rachel was no longer a little girl.  She was a young woman and a real swimmer.  She took the challenge immediately “you’re on!”  Wiping that smile off his face should be fun.

Eric walked to the end of the pool and stripped off his t-shirt.  Rachel followed him and bent over to take a true swimmer’s stance.

“Ready, set, go!” he called and they both dove in.  Rachel had perfect form and hit the water a good 5 feet ahead of him.  Her muscles were churning.  She couldn’t wait to wipe the smirk from his face.  It wasn’t her fastest lap, but it was sure to be good enough to beat a casual swimmer like Eric.  As she neared the turn she dared to take a peek back to see how far ahead she was.  Eric was doing admirably, but her training was clearly paying off.  Despite opening up a 15 foot gap she was working harder than normal.

I shouldn’t be this tired.

She hadn’t warmed up or stretched, but didn’t feel any muscle cramps coming on.  Then she realized the problem.  The drag from her night gown was slowing her down and causing her to exert much more energy than usual.  She didn’t have time worry about that.  She reached the far end of the pool and made a clumsy kick turn, cursing her nightgown.  She was getting winded.

Just focus.  Rhythm.  Stroke, kick, kick, stroke, kick, kick.  Breathe.

She was really straining now; her muscles resisting the call for more. She could feel Eric gaining on her but she didn’t dare look back.  It felt like she was pulling a sandbag through the water.

A few more meters, then you can rest.

All she could do was keep her head down and struggle toward the finish line.  Finally, she saw the wall and managed to reach it with a big kick.

She raised her eyes.  There was Eric with that same smile sitting on the side of the pool waiting for her.  She had lost.

“Nice race Rach.  Keep working at it; maybe they will let you be the towel girl or something.”

Rachel was furious.  She pulled up out of the pool and stared him down.  “It was this stupid nightgown.  It slowed me down.  I would have beat you easily and you know it.”

“Hey, no one made you wear it.  Take it off and we’ll race again!”

He was looking her up and down now and had an even bigger grin.  Rachel looked down to see the wet nightgown was sticking to her curves.  It wasn’t transparent but her nipples were poking out and clearly defined.  The hemline had also ridden up her thighs, higher than she’d like.  She crossed her arms and tried to look angry rather than embarrassed.

“You wish!  Wait until I get my new uniform this afternoon.  I’ll swim circles around you then” she yelled then turned to go inside.

“You’re on!” she heard him call as she slid the glass door closed.

Still fuming (and dripping pool water), she marched down the hall and grabbed a towel on the way to her room.  She pulled the nightgown off and hung it back on the hook behind the door.  Wrapping the towel around her, she went to take a shower.  Her first day of school had hit a speed bump but she was determined not to let him get to her.  If she knew what was in store, Rachel would not be looking forward to swim tryouts nearly so much…TO BE CONTINUED