Swim tryouts

I’m the fastest swimmer on the women’s team and the captain, so showing up to tryouts is basically mandatory — part of the job.

I shouldn’t have been nervous, but for some reason I was. There was this low hum of anxiety I couldn’t quite shake. A new girl, a freshman, walked in. She was walking around like she owned the pool deck. No hesitation, no jitters, just pure confidence radiating off her.

She dove in, and I watched from the lane next to her. When the times went up, she had beaten my score. I stood there staring at the board for a moment, trying to process it. I didn’t let it show on my face, but honestly? I was disheartened.

That hasn’t happened in a long time.

Then her boyfriend walked in.

Wow, this man was gorgeous… was hard to ignore. Tall, broad-shouldered, with this quiet confidence that filled the room without him trying.

I caught myself wondering how she had managed to land him.

I’ve been dating Chris, who is genuinely a good guy, but something between us just hasn’t been clicking lately and I can’t quite put my finger on why. Chris is older than me, but somehow he doesn’t really carry himself like a man — there’s a softness there that I’ve been noticing more and more.

This freshman, though, had something different. He was tall. Handsome. Strong. And you could just tell he was confident, overly so… and I could see by the bulge in his swmming trunks why that might be.

When our eyes met across the pool deck, I felt a little rush of something — actual tingles — which I was not expecting.

Someone introduced us poolside, and I went straight for the hug. Perhaps a bit inappropriate when we’re both in swimwear, but something lept over me and I couldn’t help it.

The second my arms were around him I felt butterflies go absolutely wild. We held there for a moment too long, come to think of it.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see both Chris and Jake’s girlfriend were watching.

We chatted for a few minutes after that — small talk about the team, the tryouts — but I was barely tracking the words. I was just hyper-aware of how close we were standing, of the warmth coming off him after the swim.

Thank god my swimming costume was already wet, because my pussy was dripping at this point. Wow! Just putting his arms around me, I was already out of control.

When Chris and I got back to my dorm that evening, I was still buzzing — restless in a way I couldn’t really explain to him.

I looked at him, and wondered for a second if he was jealous of Jake and me flirting earlier. He definitely noticed.

I also wondered if he could sense how horny I had become.

He must have picked up on the energy because things quickly shifted, and we ended up making out.

It was nice. It was familiar. But even as it was happening, some part of my mind was somewhere else entirely.

When we slipped into our usual routine and I pulled out his dick, I suddenly realised what was missing in this relationship.

Chris puts a lot of effort into pleasuring me – he’s great with his hands and mouth. And I do love him, I think. But I’ve never had an orgasm with his little pencil dick inside me.

I’d love to know what that feels like. I reminded myself of the massive bulge in Jake’s swim trunks… I even felt it press into my thigh when we were hugging.

It turned me on so much. His dick must be twice the size of Chris’.

I could tell Chris was super horny as he stared back at me with his little dick erect in my hand.

He had no idea of the fantasy that was playing in my head.

The fantasy didn’t last long.

Chris ejaculated in almost record time, and I was actually quite frustrated – angry, even, at him. I said if he’s gonna cum that fast like a little boy then he has to return the favour.

I stood up, pushed his head down, close my eyes, and my mind wanders…

Chris does a good job down there, which makes up for what he’s lacking, at least to some extent.

But I wish it was Jake here right now.

Gosh! What’s gotten over me? This cocky freshman walks in, and he’s got me all flustered!

But I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m getting so wet. His strong arms. His handsome devilish smile. His six-pack. His massive bulge…

My legs start shaking and I squirt a little, and I moan, “Oh, Jake”

Chris backed off immediately, he was pissed…

I’ve never squirted with Chris before, so I thought he’d be pleased at least.

But he started screaming at me. I know I shouldn’t have moaned Jake’s name, and I apologised – that was a mistake.

Whoops.

But this was getting out of hand, I’ve never seen Chris this angry.

He says, “Oh, and I saw you two flirting at the pool. Don’t try and deny it!”

I wasn’t denying it.

I should have felt bad, but I found myself getting a bit fed up of his shouting.

I stood there, hands on hips, waiting for him to finish.

He finally lowered his tone a bit, which I appreciate.

He said, in a softer, saddened tone, “all this time you’ve just been thinking about Jake fucking you.”

I couldn’t help myself but as soon as he said that, the image of Jake having his way with me entered my mind so vividly, and I squirted again.

I couldn’t control it.

I just stood there in the middle of the room, squirting at the thought. My legs started shaking and I lost my balance a bit.

What’s gotten over me!? This was wild. I was head-over-heels for someone I had just met. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

As mad as Chris’ face looked, somehow I knew this turned him like crazy.

And sure enough as I looked down, I saw his little dick was rock hard.

Our fight didn’t last long – he still looked angry, no doubt. But he was more horny than angry and we both knew it.

He’d love to see Jake plough me, let’s be honest.

I threw him back onto the bed and climbed into position, “You want mommy to make it up to you?”

We agreed that he could fuck me, but only if I could carry on thinking about Jake.

This was a new rush of excitement, watching him squirm with jealousy but unable to control his little pecker or his dirty mind.

We were both fantasising about Jake shoving his massive cock inside me. What a rush!

I wonder if Chris would want to hide in the cupboard and watch.

What’s gotten over me!? This was all happening so suddenly. The shift in dynamic. I was becoming a complete bitch and turning my boyfriend into a pathetic cuckold.

When his little pencil dick was inside me, I taunted him with a soft moan, “Oh Jake, it’s so big”

Got him. He cums all over his little cock almost instantly, and flushes red with embarassment.

I smile back at him, knowing full well who’s in charge of this relationship now.