Group Sex Swim Teamed

Author's Notes

Forced to move to small town Camelot, Westoria, bitter high school senior Emery seeks solace in the one thing she can hold on to: swim team. Of course, the community pool was not ready for this big city girl, and neither were her peers as her jaded nature finds an outlet for her frustrations with her new teammates.

All characters herein are 18+

Swim Teamed

Of all the assignments her father could have taken, Camelot, Westoria was the last on Emery's list. It was hot, humid, flat, and they didn't even have an indoor recreation pool. That, of all things, mattered for the eighteen-year-old high school senior. The pool, the water, and slipping through it was about all she could think about amidst the sea of her problems. Perceived, realized, or self-induced, she did have problems. While some may only call them teenaged angst associated with moving five times since middle school, Emery would wear it like a chip on her shoulder. Or rather a giant gash.

Big wooden letters painted over dozens of times since the pool was built-- Camelot United Community Center-- greeted a skeptical teen girl as she was left to join her new peers for practice. All she could see was how fitting "CUCC" was for this whole place. It was where dreams went to die, or by the look of the inhabitants, never even began in the first place.

Camelot High's swim team allegedly was decent and won a few regional meets. But it was bum-fuck Westoria, so that wasn't saying much for their accolades. Having mainly lived in a city next to some prestigious university or highly decorated hospital in a nice area, this small town was going to be a big change. Her new teammates were already getting in their lap lanes, several of the faces she recognized from her first few days at school. Most recognizable were the girls with whom she had not had more than a passing snide.

Whispering amongst themselves, they spotted her almost instantly. The three main bitches of the lot, already were missing their shorts and flaunting around in their one-piece swimsuits, hiked high along their hips. Without missing a beat, they turned around and giggled amidst what could be none other than disparaging remarks about their new peer without the least bit of subtlety.

"Emery, you're late." The coach, an unbothered man with a terse expression and greyed hair, stood at the edge of the lap lanes with his arms crossed. "Let's go people, get in, one thousand-meter warmup." He clapped his hands at the regulars, the ones he knew better.

"Sorry coach, Dad had to take me to the clinic," Emery yelled over the sudden splash of dozens of teenage swimmers kicking off their Wednesday evening workout. The sun hung low over the distant tree line, as its pink and orange hues painted the sky.

Whipping her left arm out she waved it around to counter the soreness in her bicep. It was just like her father to make her get her vaccines on the day of her first swim team practice. He lectured her about how it was mandatory for his new work at the Research Institute for all of the families of the employees to get in-house vaccines. Why it had to be that day though, her arguments went unheard. The jaded gash on her shoulder only got larger because of it.

"Alright, I'll give you a pass today, but be on time next time."

"Yes, coach."

"Your dad works at the Egg, yeah?" The coach looked at her curiously. The Egg he was referring to was the Camelot Advanced Biological Research Institute, known to the staff as CABRI, and the locals as the Egg. This was mainly due to the large modernistic glass egg-shaped structure at the front of the campus.

It was an inarticulate and low-brow observation that made Emery's skin crawl, but she chose to just smile and nod.

"Yeah, CABRI."

Beside them, the three girls were standing above a swim lane full of boys, flirting and kicking their feet, as the boys tried to grab them and toss them into the pool. The second-hand flirting, banter, and girlish giggles made Emery nauseous. The pairing of boys and girls was all over, at every school she had attended. She knew full well her resentment with the idea was because she was never around long enough to get her own boyfriend, but she judged them all the same. The whole teenage experience of love and social drama felt so arbitrary to her, the more separated from that maxim she became.

Seeing the goofing off from the boys and girls, the coach sighed. "Well cool, I guess that means you are healthy then. Get in the lane with the ladies here, make sure they do the full one thousand meters for me." He waved his hand dismissively towards an empty lane in front of them before clapping his hands to get the rest of their attention.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's go. You don't even have your caps on, ladies, and we are started. Don't make me give you extra laps at the end."

Giggling still, her toes toying with the nose of one of the boys, the queen-bitch herself, Abby, responded, "Sorry, coach-- Trey! stop!" She kept on fooling around.

"This is Emery, girls; she is going to be joining you today."

The girls paused, all levity and foolishness leaving their faces to be replaced by scorn.

"Oh yeah... we met." Abby looked Emery up and down as she scooped water into her swim cap and plopped it on her head.

It was hot outside, but clearly, there was going to be ice in the pool.

"Coach, we already have four people in our lane. Make her go in with the boys." Layla, a pimple-faced blonde, tsked as she lowered herself gently into the water.

The coach did some quick math, seeing, indeed, that the lane of girls had four swimmers, and the lane of boys had three.

"Well... you are right. Why don't one of you slip over, so she can be in with you all as she starts?"

"Coach, no way, the boys are too fast." Charlie, an ever-whining girl with reflective white skin slipped her goggles over her eyes as she lay low in the water.

The boys, each looking curious about the new girl, standing around at the wall of their lane stretching and smiling. They were simple, just happy to be in the midst of the girls' conversation. Each of them was decently handsome for the countryside. Various sizes ranging from skinny and chiseled to muscular and broad-shouldered. They already wore their swim caps and goggles so she couldn't quite see their faces, or know if she had had a class with them earlier that day.

By the looks of it, these boys were rather familiar with the girls, the next lane over. Boyfriend-slash-girlfriend situations, no doubt. A small smile snuck onto her face as she looked down at them all, boy and girl alike.

"I don't mind, coach," Emery interjected, to everyone's surprise.

"Well, I'd hate to do it to you on your first practice. The girls are right, the boys are fast."

"I'm fast, too. I came from a pretty big school in Isador."

Abby, who finally nursed herself into the lukewarm water via her tippy toes, mockingly mouthed, "pretty big school in Isador," to her friends, who again, not so subtly laughed.

The coach looked at them in the side of his eye, and then to the boys and Emery.

"All right, Emery, give it a go. Boys, don't slack just because you think you can get away with it with your new lane partner."

"Yeah, that's right, boys, don't let us beat you!" Beth, an ebony-skinned and slender girl, gave a kissy face to the rounder boy as she sank into the water and pushed off the wall, shooting herself down the length of the pool.

Emery looked down at her new lane and the three boys staring up at her as the next lane of girls all departed. She gave them her customary small grin, nothing more ever slipping past her steely expression. Her eyes looked at each, sizing them all up and what they were about. They were certainly country boys, like most of the lot here. But they looked fit enough, for practicing her chaotic arrival in Camelot. They also seemed the perfect vector for her vindictive nature. Halfway through her senior year, she didn't care about making friends anymore, but just having fun. And these small-town hicks were going to be very fun.

Without a word, Emery stood over the boys at the edge of the pool, grabbing the waistband of her athletic shorts that were the only covering of the V-line of her one-piece swimsuit. The blue spandex covering the zone of interest of the lower half of her body slowly came into view as she took her time rolling the shorts down her legs, subtly keeping eye contact with her new teammates.

She didn't wear her one-piece hiked up like the other whores. The normal way, just along the hip bone position of the edge of her swimsuit was perfect, subtle, feminine, and had an air of mystery. But what she was sure to do was to ensure that the slightest hint of her slit was taut enough along the stretch of spandex that covered her most important bits. And that was what she positioned to be in full view as she crouched down along the pool edge at the knees. She held the squatting position with her knees opened, instead of closed, taking her time to dip her cap into the water and plop it along her wavy brown hair. Between two smooth silky thighs, a mound of heavenly flesh was covered with an inch-and-a-half-wide stretch of spandex, outlined perfectly and indented in the center.

"Let's go, newbie, you all should be halfway done with the warmup." The coach again clapped his hands, a habit that was going to quickly bug her.

"Sorry, coach."

"Don't call me a sorry coach, just go!"

Rolling her eyes, Emery dreaded it already. Her last coach went to the Olympics for God's sake. Here she was with Billy-bob and the boys.

But there were plenty of ways to spice up life. The boys in her lane all seemed to snap out of a trance between her legs, but waited as Emery lowered herself into the water, jutting out her hips as she let her body slink into her water in a curve-like motion. Once in, she smiled, giving each boy a silent yet sharp look, as they stood fumbling with their goggles.

"Introductions later, go! One thousand!" The coach was getting peeved at the delay, and the boys were getting restless with their focus that evening.

"Sorry for making you all late, keep up?" Before they could get into their usual order, Emery slipped under the water and pushed off in front of them, kicking out legs behind her to get them wet.

"Go! Don't sit there gawking, or I'll tell your girlfriends when they finish their warmup." The coach browbeat his team members as, one by one, they pushed off from the wall and flew through the water. Above him, the lifeguard, a man not much older than the high schoolers in the pool, laughed heartily.

"Dude, coach, that is cruel."

"I don't know anymore, I swear I want to smack 'em, can't get them motivated for anything but pus--" The coach stopped himself before saying it, deeply sighing as he wiped his face with his hand. "Want a job coaching?" He threw up his hands and jokingly offered his job to the lifeguard, Mitch.

"Oh no, coach, I'll just watch."

And that they both did, their eyes watching the new girl slip through the water and at a staunch pace. Both watched her for different reasons, the coach was concerned she was over-pacing herself for what was a warmup, and Mitch, the lifeguard, was sneaking a peek at her fit ass as it listed side to side with her kicking.

In the water, Emery was at a good pace, the boys trailing behind. At a certain point, she even took her time with a flip turn, with enough distance between her and the next boy to let her propel herself beneath the water with legs like a mermaid and to take a good look at her new teammates.

Looking upwards as the surface of the water glistened above her, she took in the sight of the boys and their small spandex shorts. They each had decent enough bodies. One was larger, but had big beefy shoulders, and the others had a skinny swimmer's body with a few muscles. Each had a noticeable bulge in their spandex, a bit of flesh just as interesting to her as hers was to them. As she ascended to the surface of the water, she reflected on just how zesty she was feeling that evening, and what this practice was doing to her. It came as an odd surprise, but one she wouldn't be too prudish to lean into.

Of course, as she made such a deft and slow flip turn on the last stretch of her warmup, the boys got a good look at her as well, and she made sure of it. The one-piece suit she wore outlined her shape perfectly. Tapered hips that sharply formed handles beside her flat stomach pert breasts held tight beneath the spandex, and long, slender legs with glorious silky thighs jutting from her hips. She was as fit as she was a capable swimmer. Her speed would only put them further to shame, as once she determined they had enough of a look of her, she was gone. Emery's hands cut through the water like knives pulling her forward 'til she reached the wall at the other end.

Most other lanes were not even done yet, despite her late start. Grabbing water, she waited for her companions to return.

One... two... three... they each came back hard of breath, while Emery leaned against the pool wall, cooly. She was sure to not sulk beneath the surface like most of the girls, she kept her breasts above the waves, steam rising from her body.

"Newbie, better save some energy for the workout." Coach stood over her, looking at how composed she was compared to the breathless boys chugging water. "Man, did she just give you all a workout? I'll have to keep her with you all to challenge you."

Emery grinned at the boys, who looked a little put off by how put to shame they had been. She needed to be careful, lest they start to resent her. But, of course, she had other plans.

"Just making sure you all get warmed up." Her voice rang high as she flirtatiously teased them.

Catching their breath, they chugged at their waters.

"I'm Emery, by the way." She leaned over one of the boys ensuring her side rubbed against his chest as she placed her water bottle beyond him.

While they seemed to back away from her out of respect, she kept as close a proximity to them as they did each other.

"I'm Trey." One, a skinny, tanned, blue-eyed boy, offered her a hand to shake.

She took it softly, letting her fingers linger as she looked at a stray lock of blonde hair slipping from his cap.

"Hi, Trey."

The rounder boy, whom she had leaned over, cleared his throat, his eyes on Emery who did not sit low in the water, but rather held her body out of it, in view, with pride.

"I'm Evan." He awkwardly held his hand out to the girl, who was mere inches from him, his hand accidentally rubbing against her bare shoulder. He looked embarrassed, hoping she didn't take it the wrong way.

"Hi Evan, did we have a class together?" She brushed off the awkward touch by sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, her hip bouncing against his as she leaned against the wall.

"True? AP calc?. " He laughed just as awkwardly, looking flustered by the new girl's friendly nature.

"Oh deff, that's it."

"And I'm Aiden." The lean boy, with large strong hands, came in front of her. Emery's toes grazed him as she let them float in front of her. He looked her in the eyes as they did, wondering if it was on purpose. It was an intention she all confirmed as she met his gaze deliberately, engaging his attention like a magnet.

"Nice to meet you."

"Evan!" Beth, the dark-skinned girl in the lane over, snapped as she saw how close Emery was to her man.

"Oh, uh. Hey." He slipped away from the overly friendly new girl.

The new girl's eyes watched him slink over to his master, it was an expected reaction, one she got enjoyment out of. He hunched over as he approached the lane line, his girl on the other side looking pissed off and in a hushed tone giving him a chewing out. She pointed furiously back to Emery over and over, one time looking at her scathingly.

"What are you doing next to that new bitch?" Was the clearest thing Emery could hear.

"Bitch?" Emery resented that. Their little junior monogamy was not her concern, as little was sacred to her. But her pride, that was something she didn't take lightly. "Game on... bitch."

"Okay, ladies let's get this going." The coach looked weary of the drama within the lanes today. All he could do was clap his hands and remind himself that swim season would be over in a few months. The new girl certainly would be an interesting addition to the team. "Three hundred meters I-M, let's go."

Gathering near the wall with the boys, she wasn't shy about bumping into them with her body. Each time, they flinched and hesitated, but she would always follow it up with a second. Preparing, she slipped her goggles back on and squeezed close between Trey and Aiden.

"So, I'm not much for the butterfly, so I'll take up the rear. But you best bet I am going to catch you on the 'breast'-stroke." Casually, she let Trey, Aiden, and a very skittish Evan take the lead this round, but not after cheekily adjusting her cap with her arms above her head and her two less-than-discreet mounds wave in front.

Their eyes fell with the force of lustful gravity as she intended. Nonchalantly, she spent a moment looking each in the eye-- a sharp and intentional look-- reassuring them she knew exactly what they were thinking at the moment, and that nothing was by accident.

A lane over, discontented whispers from the pack of bitches accompanied hateful leers at Emery. They, too, knew what she was doing. A side eye to her detractors let them know she was not ambivalent to their games. Emery was a force to be reckoned with and didn't mind playing... dirty...

As practice went on, Emery and her lane-mates pushed themselves. Not to be outdone, and out of a keen interest, the boys made every effort to keep Emery close at hand. That meant, keeping up with her on the freestyle and breaststroke, two styles for which the girl had an aptitude on par with the boys of this small town. Amidst the straining, labored breaths, and warm waters, Emery played her game. She let them look at her, and the more she left herself open, giving them all the opportunity in the world to inspect her, the more they partook. It wasn't a matter of just being close to them, it was the bending, stretching, subtle touches. Their faces were red not just from the exertion, but from the tension boiling over the surface of their lane. Every chance she got she would bump her hip into them, lean over them, and come close to them.

Whether the boys noticed it as an overt method of flirting, or just intensely invigorating, others did notice. Most of all, their girlfriends in the lane over. The more Emery laughed, touched, and talked with their boyfriends, the redder with anger they got. Mitch, the lifeguard, noticed as well, his eyes keenly observing how intimate Emery's motions were, a familiarity brought on by gusto that few girls had. The small town was not ready for this big-city girl.

Of course, there was also coach, who, while being impressed with Emery's ability to swim, was getting red along the ears with all the reverse-grab-ass going on in that lane.

One lap of backstroke saw Emery floating in to finish with her hand grazing Aiden's abdomen. Of course, he had not moved, even when seeing her come into port, so it could be said he wanted that to happen. The teen girl's fingers lingered longer than needed as she found her footing and rose above the water. Her subtle grin and purposeful expression looked him dead in the eyes, as he stood in front of her water bottle.

"Oh sorry, excuse me." Her wet body met him as she pressed against him to grab her water. Their wet flesh clung together as her breasts brushed against his chest. Aiden looked bewildered as he beckoningly smiled at Evan and Trey while the new girl pressed against him, his hands at her sides floating above her to illustrate how he was doing none of this.

The fun was short-lived as a sharp clap from coach interrupted them.

"Hey! Space! Space!" The sharp rap of his hands together was jagged and piecing to the ears. Emery slipped away from Aiden quickly as she innocently nursed on the head of her water bottle. "No more of that!"

"Sorry, coach, I think her water bottle was behind me." Aiden tried to make an excuse.

"Yeah sure, don't let it happen again. Last warning, I don't care if you are new and frankly really good, penalty laps after practice if I see it."

Nibbling on the nipple of her bottle as she floated through the water, Emery smiled at the coach. "Sorry, coach."

"I'm not a sorry coach, last warning." He pointed a finger at her.

That was not the only thing pointing at her. Aiden's bulge had grown a bit after having rubbed against her. The girls next door were also making frantic motions and whispers to each other. They were helpless to stop her. The chaos was rising, and Emery felt the power of said chaos in her wet palms.

"Mitch..." Coach leaned up towards the lifeguard, beckoning his ear,"... watch that lane will ya, give 'em a whistle if they forget the concept of personal space next time."

"Will do, coach."

Emery wondered, giving Mitch his own look, meeting his eyes to see if he would bite. Of course, given how closely Mitch had been watching her, it was obvious to her what lay in his soul.

"Sprints, let's go," Coach bellowed to the entire team as his signature and headache-inducing clapping continued. The boys took the first round, dashing down the lane at impressive paces, assuredly to impress her as she leaned back against the wall.

"Hey, bitch." Beside her, Beth and Layla hunkered near the lane line. Emery didn't even feel the need to look over, an apathetic side-eye was her only response. "What is it you think you are doing?" Layla, her red pimples looking redder, glared knives at her.

"What are you talking about?" Emery placed either arm on the wall of the pool, her lower half casually floating in the water as she watched Trey tear down the lane.

"We aren't stupid."

"Yeah?"

"We can see you getting all flirty and touchy with our boyfriends."

Abby came to the wall at this point, her blonde-bimbo-ness exuding in her anger. Between labored breaths, she seethed, "You touch Trey again and I'll make your life here hell, city girl."

Emery smiled, clicking her tongue as she finally looked over. "Seems like they like it. Probably bored with small-town girls like you lot." Her eyes looked over them judgmentally.

"I swear to god--"

"Swear what?" She blandly looked at them.

"Just you wait."

"Okay, I will."

Evan had returned to the wall at this point, standing a few feet from Emery, oblivious to the vicious verbal sparring the girls were engaged in.

To make her point, Emery scooted closer to him, and then in front of him, ensuring her ass touched the front of his spandex. Her eyes leered towards the girls next door as she rubbed it side to side, Evan gasping as he felt a zing in his cock, while a plump teenage girl's ass was rubbed against him.

Two sharp blows of the lifeguard's whistle and Emery slipped away with a grin.

"Hey, personal space." Mitch looked like he was trying not to smile.

"That's it! Three thousand meters after practice." Coach looked super annoyed, rubbing his face up and down as he checked his watch.

The boys seemed a bit off-put, but Emery could only smell opportunity. The workout was nothing to her, there was another feeling burning inside that motivated her. It was intense, and even for a shrewd girl like her, it was new. But not one to second guess herself, she leaned into it.

"Sorry, boys, guess we'll have to keep going after practice." Her flirty tones were not lost on the girlfriends. Beth slapped the water before pulling herself out.

"Evan.... ugh!" She darted off, clutching her arms across her cold body as she held back tears.

Evan looked more confused as to what he had done, but the other girls were not immune to the anger. They followed Beth closely pulling themselves out of the water with a huff and a quick departure in protest.

"Ladies we have a mee-- ugh." Coach couldn't handle all this teenage angst. He dismissively waved his hand, looking down at the troublesome lane with scorn. "You all better bust your as-- butts to get ready for this meet. I don't have time for this tonight, I have dinner with the Missus in thirty minutes. Mitch, can you stay with these troublemakers?"

A quick connection was made between Emery and Mitch as they silently met each other's eyes.

"Yeah, coach, I think I can manage that." He shifted in his lifeguard stand. There were some things he didn't mind working over for.

"Good. Then you all have your work cut out for you. Mitch, here, went to states, he knows how to give a good workout."

Emery silently hoped he did.

Two things were going on in her mind. One, the vindictive nature she held at being threatened by the little trophy girlfriends who disliked her presence. And two, an odd tingle she couldn't place in her stomach. Put those two together, and the teenage girl's mind didn't need to conclude, it was nature.

"Get going, finish off the workout." Coach clapped them off the wall.

Practice was over, and the rest of the team, satisfying the coach's requirements, exited the pool. Their bodies were drenched in water, trickling along the concrete pool deck, as they walked back to the locker room. Many of them looked a bit strained, wobbly legs from their workout carrying them away.

This victory walk, however, was not for the lane of four swimmers who had attracted the coach's ire. Even though they were the fastest and most resilient, he stood above them with annoyance. He couldn't be disappointed. Coach knew how hormones could be for a group of high school seniors, but it was neither the time nor place.

"All right, separate lanes," he ordered, looking at his watch.

Each did as they were told, the boys looking a bit deflated.

"I leave you with Mitch now, I hope you all learn a lesson. Keep the drama and the grab-ass out of my pool. Got it?"

"Got it," they replied in unison.

They were soon left alone, the CUCC falling quiet as the last of the swimmers in good standing departed.

"Let's see... how about we start with a five-hundred-meter medley." Mitch tapped his chin.

The boys were quick to the start, splashing down the lane as Emery toyed with her goggles.

"Problem, newbie?" Mitch leaned over to get a good look at her.

A grin crossed her face, more sly than anything, looking again into Mitch's eyes. "Oh, I am by no means a newbie," she mused.

"Among other things, maybe," he teased.
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