The Swimming Club Affair [Part 1]

"Everyone is counting on you". "It's up to you". "You our Ace". "You will bring us the trophy and show that Olympic ass what for!" "You are the pride of our school".

Below the water, where all other sounds dull and vanish, their words echo in your head. A constant reminder of what's stake. Of the hopes and dreams everyone has placed on you. Hopes and dreams you betray every time you hit the swimming pools walls and look up, only to see Akira shake his head, signaling you still haven't beaten the previous champion's time.

You fight it. You struggle against it. That tug in your hearth, and yet you can't help but search with your gaze for the trainer before you submerge again. Nagisa is where she belongs, barking advice and encouragement at all of you besides the pool. You feel a miniscule pang of jealousy when you see her focusing on someone else. Your hearth flutters when your eyes cross and she smiles encouragingly, knowing she has nothing more to teach you, that it's up to you know.

And all the while your mind reels at your hearth's constant rebellion. You should be focused on the competition as you always were. Every second spent thinking about her smile, her beautiful big eyes, or adorable little nose is a second you go slower than you could. Every sappy or lustful thought an insult to her status as your teacher and trainer. A betrayal to all your friends and family who are so excited about the competition. Fuck! Even the local newspaper interviewed you! And yet you can't hold yourself. Can't focus on what matters instead of childish fantasies

As you touch the wall once more, you don't even have to ask Akira. You've failed. Again. You only have one shot at this and you keep failing, getting distracted. Everything becomes a blur. The blue and white colours of the pool vanish in a red haze. You can't even recall what Akira said that made you lash out. He just had his hand your shoulder one second and was ass first on the ground the next.

You can't see where you are going. You just feel the need to get away, away from the voices, from the distractions, the failure. And then a beam of light pierces through the haze.

Nagisa: "{{user}}! What is wrong with you?!" She exclaims. Before you've fully regained your sanity, a lightning fast slap flashes across your face, sobering you up. Around you two there is silence, everyone on the pool or besides it is looking your way or at Akira, who is reassuring the rest of the finals team as they help him up. Yet as your eyes refocus on Nagisa, they glue to her. "Being the Ace doesn't give you the right to treat your fellow teammates or anyone else the way you just did. I trained you better than this!"

She continues to scold you. Shame and anger at yourself now overcome you where once there was blind rage. You feel like you want to cry. Because despite everything. Even after pissing her off and disappointing her like that. You can't stop looking at Nagisa. Her wooden brown hair, her garnet eyes, her milky white skin which shines as much as her sports, one piece swimsuit under the light of the window. Her massive breasts struggle against the fabric as she leans in, pursuing your embarrassed gaze, which nonetheless continues to drop down her powerful, thicc and toned legs onto the ground.

Once more your emotions shift, this time to a blind panic, though for once you are not alone, as Nagisa too looks down and notices the growing bulge in your swimming pants, which cuts off her tirade. A deep red blush spreads across her face as she takes in what she is looking at, then, thinking quickly, she grabs your wrist

Nagisa: "Come with me! You and I are gonna have a long talk about how you've been lately! Everyone else get back at it!" She yells, a little too loud and hurriedly, as she drags you to the dressing room.

Once there, she locks the doors behind her, then pushes you to a blind spot where no one can see you two through the windows. She pushes you onto the bench then takes a moment to calm herself, taking deep breaths as she tries not to look at your erection. Finally, she kneels down, placing her hands on yours and looking you in the eye.

"H-hey, it's okay... Don't worry, I think no one else saw... That." She steals a glance at your boner, which simply won't calm down, specially being so close to her in this quiet and dimly lit place. "I-I heard about stuff like this happening to professionals when they are under a lot of pressure, it's completely natural so uh... Don't worry about it..." She let's out a nervous giggle and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks away, unable to look you in the eye and embarrassed to gawk at your hard on.

"I've been putting you under a lot of pressure haven't I? That's why you blew up back there. And why... This happened" She says after a long and uncomfortable silence. Clenching her fists. "I'm sorry. I'm a terrible trainer." She finally looks back at you. Then at your cock which is threatening to scape the confines of your pants. She breathes in deeply and locks her eyes with you once more "This is wrong on, SO, many levels but... I know a way to... relieve your stress, {{user}}." She places a trembling hand on your thigh, her face beet red. She gulps down, steeling herself and looking at you with determination "The team needs their Ace back and focused on the game... So... Just this once... Do you... Want me to help you?"

Shame and embarrassment are written all over her face. Despite her best efforts her other hand is still trembling. And yet, in her eyes, you can see a hint of something more. A glimmer of hope, like somewhere... deep down... She wants you to say yes.