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 Swim Training

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: This is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know a bit more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   Around the time of the last Olympics, I went through this whole phase
where I went swimming, and tried all these other sports, dreaming I guess
that I would someday compete in the Olympics myself.  I know of course that
I'm not really that good, but anyway, it gave me something to aim for. 
Everyone needs a dream.

   I talked it over with my Chinese swimmer friend Winston, and he
recommended that I find myself a trainer, and try out for the university
swim team.  That sounded like good advice.  He introduced me to this
handsome American guy named Dirk, one of the best swimmers at Oceanview U.
Dirk always seemed to be busy training and stuff, but we swam at the same
pool, and slowly I got to know him, and told him that I wanted to join the
team too.  At first, he thought I was joking, but I kept coming back day
after day to practice, until he realized that I was pretty serious.

   One day, when he'd just finished his laps, he sat at the edge of the
pool watching me.  He pointed out a couple of mistakes I was making,
kicking my feet off to the side, or not quite lining up my arm as I came up
to breathe.  I'd swum a lot, but I guess I'd never really taken lessons
before.  I thought it was really nice of him to point these things out, but
he didn't stay long, just maybe a half an hour or so before he headed off
to class.

   As far as I could tell, Dirk didn't have a girlfriend.  He didn't talk
about girls at least, and I don't think I ever saw him with one.  He seemed
completely devoted to swimming, almost as if he didn't have time for
anything else.  Still, he was a man.  He must have feelings.  Then one day,
I caught him sneaking a peek at my rear, as I pulled myself out of the
pool. I'd taken to wearing my ultramarine one-piece swimsuit, a racing
suit. It's fairly high cut, so you can see a fair bit of my buttocks
cheeks. Most of the time though, Dirk was pretty well-behaved, watching me
mostly under the pretext of checking my swimming "form."

   Then this one time, I finished swimming, and went into the girls' change
room to shower.  There was something Dirk wanted to tell me, some advice
about my form.  He stood there just outside the door talking while I
showered - naked - just around the corner.  I kept wondering if he was
trying to peek in on me, but he seemed too much of a gentleman for that. 
Still, it did seem kind of strange, and got me excited a bit.

   A few days after that, he was at it again, standing outside the door as
I showered, jabbering away about how I should 'press my boy.' I didn't
understand, so I wrapped my towel around me, tied it, and went out to see
what he meant.  He gave me such a look when I came out dressed like that.
The towel more or less covered everything, but even so, the way he was
looking at me gave me butterflies.

   Eventually, he explained that 'boy' was actually 'buoy,' and it had to
do with pressing my head and chest down, so my hips and legs would rise. 
He also said I have to keep my arms parallel to the surface of the water as
I paddle forward.  His eyes bugged out when I lifted my arm up imitating
the stroke he was showing me.  I guess he thought my towel might fall off.
After I went back in the change room, I wondered if I should have flashed
him just to see his reaction.  He does look kind of cute when he gets
flustered.

   I swear, honest to god, that what happened next was a total accident. 
I'd arrived at the fitness center at maybe 7:30 in the morning.  I said hi
to Ted, my old boss, who was working the front desk, and then went into the
girls' change room.  It was so quiet that morning.  I could hear Dirk
splashing around in the pool, but there was no sign of anyone else.  I
guess I was in a hurry because I knew that Dirk had to go soon.  I quickly
stripped out of my clothes, and jammed them and my bag into a locker. 
Without thinking, I stuck in a quarter, and pulled out the key, only to
realize that my towel and swimsuit were still in my bag in the locker. 
Darn!  I've done it again.  I don't know why, but I always seem to forget
something in the locker after I've already paid.  In even more of a rush
now, I stuck the key back in, but the locked was jammed.  I examined it
more carefully, and realized that the strap from my backpack had somehow
gotten caught in the door.

   I struggled to pull it open a bit more, but it was absolutely hopeless.
Even when I worked at the fitness center, we used to get people complaining
about the locks.  We'd called maintenance to get the lockers fixed, but
they always said it was our clients' fault for letting things get caught in
the door in the first place.  I looked around for something to pry the door
open, but there was nothing like that lying around.  I knew Ted had a metal
strip at the front desk, but I couldn't very well go out into the lobby
naked.  The only thing I could think of was to ask Dirk to go get the
strip. Acutely aware of my nudity, I walked around through the showers to
the door to the pool, and softly called out.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you there?" I couldn't hear anything.  Oh shoot!  He
must be in the guys change room or somewhere.  I peered out at the big
picture windows looking out onto the busy street.  It was still fairly
early, so there weren't that many cars outside, but I didn't really want to
walk out onto the deck buck naked.  Now what am I supposed to do?

   I walked back to the locker, and pulled with all my might on the strap,
but the door wouldn't budge.  I would have called my friend Satomi, who
lives nearby, but my cell phone was in my bag in the locker.  I wandered
over to the entrance.  I could hear Ted rattling away at the desk.  Ted had
always been pretty nice to me, but he did have a reputation as a lech.  My
only other choice was go find Dirk.

   I walked back round to the door to the pool, and stood there for a
moment gathering up my nerve.  To make matters worse, I was getting all
excited.  I cupped my breasts trying to make the feeling go away, but they
were already stiffening.  I didn't dare touch my pussy, because I was wet.
Still, I can't think about that now.  I've got to find Dirk, and get him to
ask Ted for that metal strip.

   Taking a deep breath, I finally dashed out onto the pool deck.  Perhaps
it was just my imagination, but it seemed like all these cars popped out of
nowhere just then.  I felt so embarrassed, but I made my way over to the
entrance to the boys' shower, and peeked in.

   "Dirk?  Dirk?  Are you there?"

   He didn't say anything at first, but I could hear a shower going, and
soon he came out dressed in his blue swim trunks.  He looked so ripped,
even more than usual.

   "Emi?  What is it?"

   I hid my naked body behind the door frame, but behind me, there were all
these cars going by outside.

   "Don't come any closer.  I'm naked," I blurted out, not really thinking.
He looked so shocked.  I guess, like most people, he had this image of me
as a good girl, the kind of girl who doesn't do these things.  "I
accidentally locked all my things in the locker, and now I can't get it
open."

   He looked absolutely stunned.  There I was standing out on the pool deck
in sight of all these cars.

   "Um, what do you want me to do?" he asked, his face torn.  You could
tell he was dying to look, to see me naked.

   "Go tell Ted, and ask him to give you the metal strip we use to open the
lockers."

   Dirk kind of gulped, but his eyes were on the window behind me.  I
turned my head, and sure enough, two guys walking by outside had noticed
me. They were killing themselves laughing.

   "Here, you'd better go back to the change room," Dirk told me more
gently now.  I scurried back over to the girls' side, my face flushing hot
with embarrassment.  I dashed through the locker room, my bare feet making
slapping sounds on the cool concrete floor, my whole body burning hot. 
From near the door, I could hear Dirk and Ted arguing, and then their
voices came closer.

   "Emi will never be able to get the locker open by herself," Ted croaked.
Oh my god, he's coming this way!  I covered my pubic hair with one hand and
my breasts with the other.  Almost before I knew it, Ted barged right into
the girls' locker room.  He stopped short when he saw me, though, gaping at
my naked body.

   "Ted!  Ted!  Don't come in!" I protested.  "Just give me the strip!  I
can do it!"

   "No, you can't!" he retorted.  "You remember that time with that girl.
You had to get Ray to help you."

   "But the girl wasn't naked that time..." I protested.

   "I don't mind," he chortled.  He glanced back at my bare behind.  I
twirled to hide it, but Dirk appeared at the door, peering in at me.  With
Ted in front and Dirk behind, I didn't have enough hands to cover
everything, and to make matters worse, I was getting very, very excited.  I
suppose I should have hidden somewhere, but I was so worked up I wasn't
thinking straight.

   Dirk is usually such a gentleman, but now with me standing here naked,
he couldn't help but stare.  He seemed fascinated with my bare behind.  I
could feel my hello kitty perking right up.  We were both kind of in a
daze, until Ted finally snapped me out of it by asking,

   "Um, Emi.  Which locker is yours?"

   Leaving Dirk there, I scampered after Ted who motioned for me to lead
the way.  Dirk didn't give up so easily, and followed me in.  Both of them
were staring at me now.  I was completely losing it.  I hadn't really meant
to flash them, but now that they were here, I didn't know what to do.  My
face all hot, I led them to my locker, and Ted tugged at the strap.

   "Emi!  You know better than to let things like this get stuck in the
mechanism," he scolded.

   "Just fix it, OK?" I pleaded.  I was completely out of my head, hardly
able to believe I was standing here naked letting them gawk.  My whole body
was tingling with excitement.  Dirk looked awestruck, and Ted kept
chortling away.  After what seemed like forever, he finally managed to pry
the locker open.

   "Emi.  You really should be more careful.  You remember all the trouble
we had last summer with these lockers," Ted continued to lecture, clearly
enjoying tormenting me.

   "Yeah, yeah, I know.  Thanks.  Could you get out though?  This is the
girls locker room."

   "You sure there isn't something else I can help you with?" Ted smirked.

   "No, no, I'm fine.  You should go back to the desk."

   Dirk seemed more sympathetic, and eventually, ushered Ted out.  Soon I
heard Dirk's voice though just outside the door.

   "Emi!  Is everything OK?" he asked.  "Sorry about that."

   I was still naked and worried he might come back in, but I finally
answered.

   "Um, yeah, no.  I'm fine.  I know how Ted is.  Thanks for helping."

   "My pleasure." He paused for a moment, and then said, "You've got a
great body, eh?"

   I hadn't really intended to show him, not in this way anyway, but I was
glad that he likes the way I look.  I'd kind of expected him to bring me
the strip himself, but I guess he was excited what with me being naked and
all.  How do I get myself in these messes?

   The next day, Dirk didn't show.  Later, Winston told me that Dirk had
asked him if I had a boyfriend.  I hadn't told Winston about Ryosuke, but I
guess he'd heard from Fujiko, seeing as the two of them are housemates.  I
saw Dirk out on campus, but he was clearly avoiding me.  I wasn't sure why,
but soon enough Winston told me that Dirk was dating some other girl.  I
was kind of surprised to hear this, but I don't know.  Maybe he thought I
was teasing him.  I liked him and everything, but I didn't really know him
that well.  I did feel kind of bad about how things turned out.  He seems
like a nice guy.

   Later that year, I did end up trying out for the swim team.  Their coach
was so serious, though.  She said I had good basic form (thanks to Dirk I
guess), but I needed to build up my strength and speed.  I still go
swimming especially in the summer, whenever the mood strikes me.  It was a
good experience though, training I mean.  I might try again some day.

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/