Page 10 of Dear Sexy Swimmer
Maia
Dear Sexy Swimmer,
I think you have my panties still. I still have your cum inside me. Seems like an even exchange.
As soon as Pike reads the note I slip him at the start of class, I swear I can hear his groan. I watch as he adjusts his cock in his baggy sweats. Pike smirks and looks at me as if he has more than my panties in his pocket. He does. He totally does.
“Keep quiet or I won’t make you come.”Pike panted earlier as he pounded into me from behind, bending me over my desk between classes.
“Oops. Too late.”My teasing had only made him fuck me harder, his hips slamming into mine as his hands hooked at my shoulders.
“Fucking hell, baby. Going to fill this pussy up. Make you teach class full of my cum. Make you stink of me so none of these fucks think they got a chance at this pussy.”Pike did just as he promised, coming hard and filling me up. He refused to give me back my panties before he headed off for practice and grinned as he watched his seed trickle down my leg.
“Ms. Gamble, about next week’s assignment?” I look away from Pike as another student calls me over. I pretend not to notice him watching us closely.
For weeks we have been playing a dangerous game. We come to school together every morning where he holds my hand as he walks me to my classroom. Between classes he drops off notes much like the letters we shared for so long.
We share lunch in my office every day and often feed off each other for dessert. Since classes end before his practice does, I wind up watching my Sexy Swimmer in the pool for hours before we head home together.
“Cute that you think you’re not living with me, baby.”Pike teased one morning after I mentioned needing to go to my place. Moving in together was never discussed, really. After our first night together he went and got Booker and I’ve never left since. I guess he won that non-argument.
While we don’t flaunt our relationship because of what it could cost us both, we don’t exactly hide it. Pike is respectful even if he’s being filthy. Looking over I see him watching me as he writes a reply to the note I passed him earlier.
We still share plenty of words but now we share everything else too. In the mornings we laugh while we do our routines and share breakfast. Our nights at home have rarely made it out of the loft bedroom.
But when they do we spend them cuddled up watching movies or talking. We share all our words now. I explained finally what happened back home, and he’s told me how he didn’t know what a home felt like because all he has ever done is train.
Pike tells me about how being in the water—even when it’s tiring and feels like work—centers him. I tell him that making jewelry does the same for me. It both explains our silly code names for the matchmaker service and one of a thousand things we seem to share in common.
Being a teacher was always my safe Plan B. Making jewelry that feeds my soul and makes me feel like I’ve offered the world something lovely was never something I had the nerve to bet my life on. Seems the life I bet on—being just a wife and maybe a mother—was the losing plan after all.
“I want you to believe in yourself the way I do, baby.” Pike said just a few nights ago after I showed him some of my work.
“Maybe now that I know someone else does, I might be able to. What about you? You know I believe in you in or out of the water, right?”Although he loves swimming and is sickly skilled at it, I sensed through our letters and the weeks since we’d met that it doesn’t fill his soul up.
“I do, Maia. You are what fills my soul up now. What makes me want to do something more than chase gold.”Pike is so good with his words, always sweet and supportive.
I know whatever he’s scribbling to me now will remind me they’re also filthy and I smirk as I answer the student's questions about the first midterm quiz we have coming.
“Got it, thanks. One more thing,” I look away from the student to smile at Pike, nodding absently as the student goes on, “You are fuckhot, Ms. Gamble. Being a senior means I can do something about it, too.” I jump a little when I feel fingertips walk up the back of my thigh.
“Not if you want to keep breathing.” Beside me the lowest, darkest grumble I have ever heard makes me jump again. This one twists my insides up and makes my thighs quake.
“Mind your business, Pike.” Before I can say a word to either of them the bell rings. Pike yanks me behind him as the student—who it seems Pike knows well—jumps to his feet. Students file out past us, thankfully oblivious to the exchange.
“Ms. Gamble ismybusiness. Clearly a fact you are aware of since you tried to put your hands on her. Can’t beat me in the water, what do you think are your chances on land, bro? Especially since this is no game. You touch her again you will find out how fucking fast I make you sink. You hearing me?” Pike is large and lean as he towers over this other swimmer. From behind his shoulder, I watch the guy smirk triumphantly.
“Fucking faculty will cost your scholarship, golden boy. Once he’s done with you come find me; I’ll fuck you without worrying about losing shit.” I'm shoved back before I realize Pike has even moved. In the next second he swings fast and sends the other man sprawling back into the rows of seats behind him.
“Come near her again you won’t be able to walk let alone fucking swim.” Pike roars before I shove at him to push him from the room.
Coming to the first open door I push him inside it and slam it after us. I flip the lock before he’s on me, ripping at my sweater and tearing at my bra. I just meant to get him away from the situation. This works too.
“You belongto me. No one else can fucking touch you.” Pike grunts as he hoists me up, closing his mouth around my nipple. I arch into him as heat sizzles through me, nodding in agreement.
“No one else, baby. No one.” Clawing at his shoulders, I shove at his sweats with my knees and gasp when his cock springs out to slap against my pussy. He rubs it between my folds before drawing back and spearing inside me.
“Tell me. Tell me now.” My head bounces back against the door as he fucks me rough and fast, his teeth pulling at my nipple, his hands lifting me again and again.
