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The "somebody" in question rolled onto her side and looked up at Grace. "Chill out, girl," Jeni suggested. "It's not like a little tan is going to kill you or anything." It was obvious she was trying not to laugh. The brunette adjusted the strap of her racerback swimsuit and rolled over again, determined not to waste a minute of their break.

"Easy for you to say," muttered Grace. Jeni obviously had a lot of Mediterranean ancestry, with dark hair cut short for convenience and an olive-toned complexion that never seemed to change, no matter how long she stayed out. It was annoying.

Grace's ancestors hailed from more northern climes. She was blessed with gorgeous auburn hair that she wouldn't have traded for anything, but her skin tanned easily. Not burned, thankfully, but tanned -- a golden brown, as the cookbooks put it.

"I don't understand why you have a problem, anyway," offered Jeni, not quite missing the point. "You look so hot, and you know it!"

"Oh, but in my workout clothes," Grace sighed, already visualizing the damage. She always had problems with so-called farmer's tans, where the unsightly change of color at hems and sleeves ruined whatever effect the tan might have produced. "I'll look like a freak!"

Jeni gave up on pretending not to be amused and laughed. "Oh come on, Grace. You are not a freak. I bet nobody will even notice. Besides, this is swim camp, not Fashion Week."

Grudgingly, Grace admitted to herself the brunette probably had a point. The Parker Training Academy, misnamed as it was, had nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with fitness. It was the second summer she'd attended, and Grace was as enthusiastic about it as she'd been doubtful the previous year.

Parker College wasn't a very exciting or visible institution. Located away from any major cities or interesting attractions, it had managed to avoid "Commuity" in its name, while attracting students who couldn't afford to travel out of the area and attend more prestigious schools.

Grace was determined to leave waitressing and farming behind her, and the relatively low tuition rates made the student loans a gamble worth taking. So far, things were working out, better than she'd hoped.

Swimming hadn't been on her radar, but it turned out that the Parker swim team was a big fish in a small pond. They were small in number, few enough to welcome walk-ons (including an intrigued Grace), but ferocious competitors. Nobody deluded themselves into thinking they were Olympic-caliber athletes, but the coaches had an amazing talent for getting every last bit of native ability out of their swimmers and divers.

In large part, apparently, the secret was the Parker Training Academy, colloquially known as "swim camp." It looked like just another rustic summer camp stuck in the middle of nowhere, but it boasted an Olympic size pool and diving platforms. For a month each summer the coaches, swim team, and other attendees secluded themselves there and worked like dogs.

Grace had been sure she was going to die the first summer. The days were long, and filled entirely with swimming and conditioning work (as if hours of swimming by itself somehow wouldn't be enough). The absence of any local cell towers virtually eliminated electronic distractions. Coach Rod and his assistants had a rotating series of visiting coaches lined up to provide diverse points of view and constructive assistance, and Grace was sure -- she'd counted -- there were more coaches than swimmers.

Not only had she survived, that month had transformed Grace into one of the better swimmers on the team. She'd won several events in subsequent meets, but mostly it was her improved physical fitness that impressed Grace. She felt it when she bounced out of bed, felt it when she still had energy at the end of the day, and felt it when men's eyes followed her across campus.

So Grace had kept swimming, even in the frozen depths of winter, and her name had been first on Coach Rod's signup list that spring. Armed with an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been a joy and Grace wasn't looking forward to going back to school.

The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. How Parker College could afford to put on the camp was an open question, although there were rumors that other attendees paid enough to more than offset the costs. The once Grace had raised the subject with Jeni -- one of the paid swimmers -- there'd been some vague mention of a sponsorship or scholarship or something, and they'd let the subject drop.

Now it was nearly the end of summer, and Grace would have to spend the next few weeks looking like a zebra or something. The camp didn't spend a lot on uniforms, and the white T-shirts and navy shorts ran slightly on the large side, meaning there was no way the tan lines on Grace's arms and thighs wouldn't show in anything she wore.

"Well, come on," Grace snapped, trying to fight off her sulk. "I don't want to do extra push-ups if we're late, and you still have to change." She'd changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her suit so she could catch some rays.

The two women left the relatively secluded side of the cabana and walked towards the oversized "log cabin" that housed the locker rooms and workout equipment. They were surrounded by the bustle of the others also headed to their afternoon training sessions; there were the familiar faces of the other students, coaches with the same utilitarian outfits but the largely-symbolic heavy whistles on lanyards, and the current rotation of visiting guest coaches.

Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest trainers. Most of them didn't look like coaches, even if they wore the same shorts and T-shirts, and many of them didn't act much like coaches, either. But there was no question they were dedicated to helping the camp participants excel, and they always left Grace breathless at the end of a workout.

Jeni stopped in front of her locker and started to pull off her suit, but Grace walked to the mirror behind the sinks and stared at her reflection. She looked good, hair pulled up in a casual bun, her arms and legs tanned and toned. Cautiously, Grace tugged at a sleeve, looking to see how abrupt the transition from tanned to pale skin was. Her arm remained the same golden tan.

Perhaps her sleeve had been shoved further up than she remembered? The redhead pulled up one leg of her shorts, revealing an expanse of evenly tanned thigh. It was ridiculous! She was clearly darker than yesterday, and Grace knew that even she didn't tan through clothing!

As if her frustration had been a trigger, Grace felt suddenly lightheaded and her vision swam momentarily. Even as she blinked rapidly, her clothing shimmered and faded away like a desert mirage. Grace gulped at the sight of herself standing totally naked and evenly bronzed from head to toe!

"Oh My God!" Grace screamed, turning to look for Jeni.

"What?" the brunette asked, walking over to join her friend. "Have you decided if you'll survive yet?"

Grace gasped, "I can't---" and stuttered to a halt.

Jeni wasn't wearing anything either, although she wasn't showing any signs of it bothering her. Her full breasts bobbed slightly as she ran her fingers quickly through her hair. "Come on -- aren't you the one who said you didn't want to be late?" She turned towards the exercise room.

It was impossible to understand how it could be happening, but Grace wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some elaborate prank Jeni was playing. "Just a minute; I need to, um..." She couldn't say, "get some clothes because mine have disappeared." It was almost tempting to see how far Jeni would go, but Grace would die if somebody else -- especially one of the boys -- walked in on them.

She hurried back to her locker and rapidly spun the combination lock. Grace opened the door and found her swim goggles and skullcap, but the swimsuit she'd put there just before lunch was missing. Two could play at that game, she decided, happy she knew Jeni's combination.

The faint smile Grace was wearing slipped when Jeni's locker turned out to be equally devoid of clothing or swimwear. Jeni had walked in with her suit on five minutes ago, and there was *nowhere* she could have hidden it! What was going on?

"Grace!" The redhead jumped at Jeni's shout. "Come on, already! It's just a fucking tan line -- get over it!"

With a gulp, Grace slammed the locker closed and headed for the door. She didn't understand what was happening, but Jeni would have to spill the beans or else...

The brunette, however, seemed poised to head right out for their session, which was a pretty ballsy move in Grace's opinion. The redhead started to cringe away from the door when Jeni pushed it open, but stopped in stupification at the sights she glimpsed through the opening.

Grace stumbled when Jeni caught her wrist and pulled, and was too dazed to resist before she was out of the locker room. She looked around in shock, eyes wide.

*Everyone* was naked! Well, there were a few of the visiting trainers in the bleachers across from the small indoor pool with clothes on, but everybody else was as naked as herself. Grace stumbled on the edge of a floor mat, but kept walking as if she were in a trance, and felt her face heat. Not only was she surrounded by casual nudity, but all of the men were rigidly erect. Grace wasn't a prude or a virgin, but she'd just seen more cock in 20 seconds than in the 20 years before that.

Luckily, nobody seemed to be paying much attention to them -- at least until they reached the beginning of their exercise circuit. Coach Evan speared them both with a look. "Lemaire, Cartright -- you're late! Give me 50 squat-thrusts and then get in your circuit!" His tone and expression were exactly normal, but the heavy whistle on its lanyard looked incongruous above the heavy cock projecting from his hairless groin.

Grace hesitated a moment as Jeni dropped into her first squat and then complied, trying to position herself so she wasn't directly facing anybody. It felt bizarre, but at least her breasts weren't as large as Jeni's.

"See?" puffed the brunette, her breasts bouncing, "I told you nobody would notice."

The redhead declined to answer, choosing instead to study her surroundings. The activities she'd always dismissed as routine now took on unsettling and perverse meaning. The girl on the outer thigh apparatus strained, her legs spread far apart, as the trainer with her urged her to push wider, his eyes glued to her crotch.

One of her male classmates crouched on the rowing machine, pushing the rolling platform beneath him back and forth. Each backward stroke impaled his glistening anus on the cock of the trainer counting time behind him.

Grace looked away, only to catch sight of Bethany, one of the divers, standing on the yoga mats. Beth quivered, holding form with her arms stretched above her, while the hands of the woman beside her teased and stroked her body into position, lingering on her breasts and between her legs.

Closer to hand, Trish lay back on a weight bench, seemingly unaware of the way Adam's penis nearly brushed her face as he checked the weights on the bar, or the lustful stare of the trainer who was leaning forward to study the swell of her breasts at close range. A large drop of precum leaked from the tip of his cock to her thigh, unnoticed by either of them.

Beyond unnerved, Grace realized she was alone; Jeni was doing arm curls. The redhead looked longingly in the direction of the locker room, but several of the trainers were watching her and the last thing she wanted at this point was to be alone with them. She started her strength circuit, trying to vary her usual routine in ways that minimized her exposure, and did her best to ignore the lecherous stares of the onlookers.

Despite her shaky nerves, the exercise soothed Grace as it usually did, and there was the usual light conversation with the other students -- when they were using equipment behind her and Grace couldn't see them, it was easy to pretend everything was normal.

Well, except when Jillian boasted about her tattoo that *nobody* except her boyfriend was ever going to see.The small rose centered on her bare mons was clearly visible, even through the load of semen covering it. Grace had the presence of mind to say nothing, even as her friends made fanciful guesses about what it might be.

The heavy grunting from the weight bench gave Grace an excuse to not look at the heavy-set man who was fisting himself and clearly waiting for her to get off the upper arm apparatus. He'd just suggested she work on her core flexibility, and bending over in front of him was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment.

Jeni was on the bench, but she wasn't the person making the noise. Grace's friend lay on her back, spread-eagled, a look of concentration on her face as her hands worked the cocks of two trainers standing to either side of her. Grace had seen that look any number of times, when Jeni was working on many quick repetitions of light lifts. In fact, that was one of the exercises in Grace's routine too, a fact that didn't bear thinking about.

The noise was coming from the third trainer, the one who was fucking Jeni with wild abandon. He huffed and puffed with exertion, but not so loudly Grace couldn't hear the liquid sounds of his cock churning in the brunette's wet cunt. One of the men getting a handjob suddenly sucked in his breath, and an instant later both of them were spilling their spunk on Jeni's face and tits.

She made no reaction except to blow out her breath and stretch her arms to the side, but the trainer fucking her increased his speed and then thrust solidly into her hard enough to make the bench tremble. He gasped and then withdrew, jism trailing from his cock, and jacked a few last globs onto her tummy. "Good job, Jeni," he sighed, eliciting a smile of satisfaction from the girl.

Sudden drops of moist warmth spattered the small of Grace's back and she suddenly turned around, just in time to get a last spurt of semen across her arm and the side of a breast. The trainer behind Grace looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Um..." She could see the suspicion growing in his mind. "Did you say something?" Grace fought to ignore the disgusting feel of his sperm leaking down her breast and ass. She stood up to face him and arched her back, emphasizing the curve of her breasts.

"You should work on flexibility," the man grunted. "And watch your intensity," he added. "You slowed down a lot on that last set."

"Sorry, Coach," Grace apologized. "Just a little tired today, I guess." For good measure, she turned around and gave him an eyeful as she bent over to retrieve her hand towel from the floor and reflexively wiped down the seat of the machine. The towel blurred out of existence, leaving the palm of her hand wet; the coed realized she'd been leaking more than just sweat.

Jeni bounded over, breaking Grace's train of thought. "A new personal best! Do my arms look better to you?" The brunette curled one arm, offering the muscle for inspection, and absentmindedly wiped a string of sticky fluid from her forehead with the other.

"Wow," Grace replied, glad to see her trainer finally turn and walk away. "You really killed it today, Jeni."

"I know! I think I just got in the groove. Sometimes it feels like it's even better than sex!" Jeni laughed at her own joke, not really paying attention to Grace's wan smile. "I bet I beat you in laps today, too!"

"Not happening," Grace retorted without even thinking. "Come on; let's shower." She was desperate to wash the semen off her body, and Jeni looked just unspeakable.

Still, it was hard not to watch the rolling asses of the others ahead of her as they walked quickly towards the locker rooms. Grace was firmly of the hetero persuasion, but there was something about those displayed crevices that kept tugging at her eyes. Resolutely she pulled her focus away and turned to look at Jeni, who was smearing semen all over her body as they walked. "God! What are you doing?"

Jeni looked confused. "What? Towelling off? I can't help it if I sweated a lot today." A trace of concern colored her expression. "I don't stink, do I? That guy on the weight bench was so cute -- I don't want him to think I'm a pig or anything!"

Grace couldn't help giggling. "You do *not* smell! Or at least, not any more than the rest of us." It wasn't until she held open the door for her friend that Grace realized her hands were sticky; a quick self-appraisal revealed she'd unconsciously redistributed the coach's load evenly across her buns, tummy and breasts. "Oh, fuck!"

The redhead made a beeline for the shower stalls, ignoring Jeni's quizzical expression. Relieved of the necessity to remove any clothing, she quickly was under the spray, scrubbing herself clean extra vigorously. Grace's hand shied away from the nub between her legs, which felt -- not aroused, exactly, but... awake.

Grace didn't quite know what to do while she stood in front of her nearly-empty locker and watched Jeni go through the motions of pulling on a non-existent swimsuit. It would have been ridiculous if every other girl in the room hadn't been doing exactly the same thing. She finally pulled on her skullcap and began tucking errant locks under it, all the while wondering if she had lost her mind or if even the cap was part of her imagination.

"Come on, ladies! Save the socializing for later!" Coach Joan strolled through the locker room, urging the swimmers towards the exit. She was nude too, the glint of her whistle barely visible from where it nestled between swollen mammaries capped by erect nipples.

There'd always been rumors, based more on stereotypical humor than any actual facts, that Coach Joan was a dyke. Certainly there was no sign the woman realized that she, and everybody else, was naked. But the redhead knew it, and the way the coach's eyes slid across the trim bodies before her gave Grace chills.

A half-formed plan to beg off the rest of the afternoon due to illness fizzled as quickly as Grace's clothing had. She abruptly snatched her goggles from the now-empty locker and joined the stream of bodies heading for the pool, trusting for safety in numbers.

Of course, it meant they were rejoining the boys. Their swimsuits had never looked as large to Grace as they did now that they were gone, exposing hairless sacks and erect organs to her sidelong glances.

Grace gulped and jumped quickly into her usual lane, rinsing her goggles before pulling them into position. They didn't change the view, but it let her get started on her laps. After the first length, she settled into her rhythm and was able to push away the real world and just focus on the flex of her muscles and the mechanics of her breathing. It was easy to forget she was skinnydipping.

She swam right into the obstruction before she realized it was there. "Oh!" Grace panted, her face flaming at the realization the object she'd rammed was a he rather than an it. "I'm so sorry -- I didn't see you!" Just to make things worse, it was Wade Ferrari, the handsomest, dreamiest, most attractive stud on the swim team.

"Obviously," the boy grinned, making her want to kick herself for saying something so lame. "Coach has been trying to get your attention for a lap and half -- we're done for the day!"

Grace glanced in the direction of Wade's nod and accidentally inhaled some water, coughing it back up practically into his face.

Coach Rod stood on the edge of the pool, looking down at them with a pleased expression, and sporting the largest cock Grace had ever seen in her life. It would have taken her breath away, if the pool water hadn't already seen to that. "Great workout, Lemaire! If you keep this up, you'll be outswimming Ferrari!"

Torn between embarrassment and pleasure, Grace looked shyly back at Wade. She'd never be in his league, and she knew it. Worse, they were treading water right in front of each other; her boobs were practically in his face, and Grace *knew* if she just reached out, his stiff cock would be in her grasp. She'd dreamed about that cock, but not this way.

Blushing furiously, Grace rolled on her side and scissored her legs to propel herself towards the ladder; Wade kept pace effortlessly. "After you," she offered on reaching the side of the pool. It was perfectly normal to offer the senior swimmer the ladder first, and while she wouldn't go out of her way to look, if he just happened to climb out in front of her, well...

"Oh please; ladies first," Wade retorted with a grin that made Grace's knees feel weak.

"Quit pussyfooting around, you two," Coach Rod chuckled. "Some of us want to eat, and I can't go until everybody's out of the pool."

Grace was halfway out of the water on reflex, and then climbed slowly out, emphasizing each step with just the slightest roll of her hips. She was just as athletic as the other swimmers, and Wade had to be getting an eyeful; plus, her perky but too-small breasts were pointed away from him. Feeling breathless, and knowing there was more than just water leaking out of her, Grace pulled off her cap and shook out her hair, letting it fall forward and cover her boobs.

She watched Wade bounce up the ladder, his rigid penis swaying with every step and looking as delicious as she'd hoped. It looked long, with no hair to shroud its root; nothing like Coach Rod's monster, but just the right size. Grace pulled her eyes up and realized Wade was watching her. Aghast, she whirled away from him and started walking rapidly towards the end of the dwindling shower line.

Wet footsteps rapidly overtook her and then slowed to keep pace. "Hey, you really kicked ass today, Grace," Wade complemented her. Even the sound of his voice made her wet. "I like how you take this so seriously. I know Coach does, too."

Startled, she looked at him. "We're all serious -- otherwise we wouldn't be here. And I'm hardly in your class, Wade -- I'm still just a sophomore."

"You're in a class all by yourself," he muttered, and then elaborated. "I mean, you're pushing yourself. You've gotten a lot better since last year. And nobody else did an extra 500 meters -- not even me. I think Coach has his eye on you."

"Thanks," Grace replied. "That means a lot, coming from you." She knew she'd worked hard, but it was unsettling to think they'd noticed her with so many other good swimmers around. The redhead stepped under the spray, rotating to let the cool shower wash the chlorine and some of the heat from her body.

It left her nipples stiff, but Grace ignored them and tried to maintain a casual air as she stepped aside for Wade. He moved into the shower, taking longer than she had. When he turned off the water stepped out, his erection had lost some of its urgency and his scrotum had tightened to a compact sack Grace longed to hold in her hands.

With a casual look at her, Wade reached to the empty shelf Grace knew was supposed to contain towels and closed on thin air. When he started wiping his empty hands across his skin, Grace jumped and pretended to grab a towel too.

Touching herself in front of him was almost more than the redhead could bear. Turning slightly to block Wade's view, Grace dared a quick touch of her slit, only to find herself so hot and needy she had to stop immediately. Breathlessly, she made a production of wadding her imaginary towel and tossing it into the empty hamper.

Wade followed suit, his erection red and trembling. "Hey, wanna sit together at dinner?"

"No, I sit with Jeni," Grace blurted, and fled. It was a stupid thing to say and she knew it, but her self-control was frayed almost to breaking and she didn't trust herself -- or the situation in which she found herself.

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Grace's room, when she reached it, was lacking in both clothing and roommate, although it was the latter that concerned her most at the moment. "I sit with Jeni!" she cursed herself in a singsong voice, and threw herself backwards on her bed. "Could I say *anything* more stupid!"

The redhead touched herself again, and looked at the closed door. With an abrupt exhalation, she let her finger slide between her slick folds. A fingertip found her clit already swollen, and moved deeper; she wished the digit was Wade's. Why couldn't she be sexier?

Grace replayed their recent encounter in her mind, her questing fingers accenting the dialog as it should have unfolded. "Can you get my back for me, Wade?" "Sure, Grace." His strong hands trailed down her back while she pulled on her nipples, teasing them to their maximum erection, and then turned to bring them into his grasp.

Wade slid his hands roughly down her flanks and pulled her against him. Grace opened her mouth in a ragged sigh at the feel of his hot erection pressing against her stomach, trapped between them. The sensation of his pecs rubbing against her nipples made her pant. "I want to fuck you so bad," he husked. "Oh fuck, Grace, you are so hot! Let me look at you."

He kissed her, and then pushed her firmly away, ignoring her mews of protest, until Grace was sitting on her bed. Precum leaked from the tip of his throbbing meat, and the redhead knew it was for her. Slowly, teasingly, she spread her knees wide until they reached the mattress, with her heels nestled against her butt.

"You make me so wet," Grace moaned, pulling herself open and displaying her glistening folds to Wade. She stabbed two fingers inside herself, listening to the liquid noises they made and watching his cock jerk as their heated gazes locked on each other. "I feel like such a slut," she admitted, and continued, "but I want you inside me!"

Wade stepped closer, his cock harder than ever, and Grace just knew he needed her as much as she wanted him. "Grace---"

"Are you sleeping?" Jeni asked, standing in the doorway.

Grace's eyes flew open and she rolled quickly onto her side, pulling her hands free and crossing her arms over her breasts. Mortified, the redhead couldn't bring herself to speak. There was no way Jeni could have missing seeing her masturbating!

Except apparently, somehow, she had. "Sorry about waking you," the brunette apologized, walking over to her own bed and plopping down on it as if nothing were wrong. "I wouldn't mind a nap, myself. Today was intense, huh?"

"Um, yeah," Grace cautiously replied, sitting up after she saw Jeni pick up an old *Cosmopolitan*. Grace's inner thighs were slick and she'd left a wet spot on the bed, but apparently her friend hadn't noticed anything! Okay, Jeni hadn't seemed to notice she'd gotten a royal fucking earlier that afternoon either, but still, it was spooky.

Grace was still on edge, robbed of her orgasm, and her body was nearly vibrating with suppressed desire. She rolled to her feet and walked over to the dresser they shared; Jeni's eyes rose above the open magazine. "What are you going to wear to dinner?"

Jeni shrugged. "Just the usual. Not like there's anything to get dressed up for, right?"

"Not really," Grace answered, quickly checking each of the drawers to confirm all of them really were empty. Before she completely lost her nerve, the redhead turned to face her roommate, leaning against the dresser, and slipped a finger back into her dripping pussy. "You don't think I look fat, do you?"

"Grace!" The brunette abruptly dropped the magazine and sat up, making Grace's blood freeze in her veins yet again. "You are *not* fat!" Jeni paused, but her eyes were on Grace's face, not her oh-so-inappropriately-engaged hand. "This isn't about Wade, is it?"

It was so about Wade! Well, not him so much as everybody. Well, mostly him. Grace absently chewed her lip and gently stroked her aching clit, thinking of how much better his cock would feel. She hadn't intended to say anything, but Grace couldn't restraint a soft gasp. "Oh!"

"No, my ass!" Jeni exhalted, apparently misunderstanding. "I saw you guys talking at the showers. Did he hit on you?" Jeni's expression turned sly, and her voice dropped. "I hear he has a nice cock."

"Jeni!" Scandalized, but intrigued, Grace couldn't resist asking, "How would you know?" She worked herself a little harder, thinking of just exactly how nice his cock would be, but the redhead could feel Jeni's attention and the conversation pushing her orgasm out of reach.

"Are you blind?" Jeni rolled her eyes. "Those Speedos don't cover much; don't you check out their packages?"

"Oh, yeah; I thought..." Grace's voice trailed off.

Jeni just laughed. "What? That I'd taken him for a test drive?" She giggled again. "Not that I wouldn't want to! But you know how they work us out here -- I don't have any energy left for that, and neither does anybody else." The brunette collapsed back on the bed. "We might as well all be priests and nuns -- what a waste!"

"You? A nun?" Grace found the giggles contagious. The beautiful slut she'd watched service three men could never live a chaste life. She shook her head, realizing Jeni wasn't a slut. At least not consciously.

Grace's mood sobered as she realized that, after nearly two summers of swim camp, this had been the first day she could remember being aroused. She wasn't a sex fiend, but Grace wasn't above a little masturbation now and again -- but she hadn't used her slimline vibrator at all last year, and hadn't even packed it this summer.

And it wasn't just her. She'd never heard even a rumor once of any of the hookups, late-night rendezvous, catfighting, or other drama that colored the rest of the year or her summers during high school.

Perversely, Grace's train of thought just made her more aware of her heightened state of arousal. She eyed Jeni and thought of slinking into the bathroom or waiting until after dinner, but she was increasingly curious about the limits of the selective blindness around her. She stroked herself again. "So, what do you know about Jillian's tattoo?"

It wasn't hard to keep Jeni talking, and Grace spoke just enough to keep the other girl's attention from wandering away. The majority of her concentration focused on the needy pearl nestled between her spread thighs. It felt so bad to be exposing herself this way, not only showing her most private areas to Jeni, but exciting herself with increasing vigor.

Grace told herself that she wasn't a slut, and that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Jeni hadn't noticed anything. And anyway, everybody jilled off, didn't they? Her eyes lost focus, making it easier to imagine it was Wade watching her, instead of Jeni.

Not that she'd have the guts to do this in front of him, or any other guy. Not in a million years, not in real life. But in a fantasy? Grace's release moved closer, oh so close, almost there, and her left hand twisted and plucked a nipple. Her breasts heaved, lungs pumping like she'd just done a 50 meter sprint.

Oh God, just a little more and she'd cum like a slut right in front of Jeni, not really a slut but needing to cum so bad and her fingers were soaked, sliding in and out of her the same way Wade's cock would and fuck it would feel good for him to fill her up, but his cock couldn't tickle her clit the way her fingers could -- Grace moaned helplessly -- but a tongue could, a tongue could get her off, lick her over that precipice beneath her feet, tease the nectar that was leaking from her body.

Grace's knees gave way and she sagged to the floor. Her knees splayed, the way they would if they were trapping that tongue inside her -- not for long, not for much longer now, oh G-g-g-god she was so close and she was panting, and Wade could just push his cock between her lips and she'd have to take him, have to swallow -- uh uh uh -- his juice, just like the girl beneath her, the girl whose lips had fastened about her nubbin and were sucking it against a worming tongue and fuck oh fuck oh fuck she was falling over the edge, like Wade's jism was falling on their writhing bodies as he came at the sight of Coach Rod feeding his monster into Grace's mouth and it would split her and his sweet spunk was already spilling down her chin but she couldn't resist it and he was just using her like the slu-u-u-ut she...

The redhead bucked and spasmed against the base of the dresser, riding her fingers and fractured thoughts to the best solo orgasm of her life. What the fuck? Grace wondered, floating on endorphins but confused by the unexpected turn of her thoughts.

"Are you coming down with a cold?" asked Jeni.

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Grace had meant to make some nocturnal explorations, but woke to the sound of the first breakfast bell instead. The previous day flooded into her consciousness, but had it really happened or was it merely a dream? She had her answer when Jeni stumbled out the door to visit the bathroom with nothing more than her toothbrush.

The redhead collected her own toiletries and followed, feeling a little more confident. It remained unsettling to be traipsing around naked like this, but she'd brought herself off in a raging orgasm right in front of Jeni the previous afternoon, and compared to that, a little casual bathroom nudity was nothing.

"Hey, Grace, can I borrow some of your cream? Mine ran out."

"Sure, Trish, no problem," Grace replied, absently handing the shaving cream to her neighbor. She paused, razor in hand, as she realized her pubis was half covered with cream, the bare swaths of skin showing where she'd already shaved. A sideways glance at Trish revealed the other girl was doing the same thing.

Grace finished the job and moved on to her armpits after getting her shaving cream back, all the while musing on the bizarre reality she found herself trapped in. Did people always see clothing or just what they expected to see? She looked at Trish again. "Um, can you take a look and see if I missed anything?"

"Just a sec," Trish replied, finishing herself with the same finicky precision she brought to everything she did. She set her razor aside and slid off the bench to kneel in front of Grace, brushing her dirty blonde hair back behind an ear. She peered closely at Grace's slit, which became almost instantly moist.

The impulse to pull Trish's face into her crotch took Grace by surprise. She fought to remain still, hoping Trish wouldn't notice her arousal. Visions of her masturbatory fantasies of the previous day flashed before her eyes.

"Okay, turn around," Trish chirped, tugging gently at one of Grace's legs.

Grace wasn't expecting that, but she couldn't refuse after asking. Soft fingers spread her cheeks, and she felt Trish's breath on her wet skin.

"You missed a few here. Can you hold your cheeks open? I don't want to cut you." The blonde's voice was calm, almost analytical.

The redhead felt anything but. She spread her buns, trying to keep her hands from trembling too much. The feel of Trish dabbing a bit of cream in her crack nearly brought Grace to her knees. Standing this way felt unnatural, and the petite fingers weren't right. They should be thick and strong, pushing lube into her, preparing her to...

"All done," Trish said, breaking that train of thought. Grace hadn't even felt the razor. "Can you return the favor?"

"Sure," Grace replied shakily, dropping quickly to her knees so she wouldn't have to meet Trish's eyes. Instead, she looked at the blonde's perfectly bare pussy. The skin was smooth, and probably deliciously soft. Was Trish aroused too? It was hard to say; maybe there was a glint of moisture, but she'd have to lean closer to smell anything. "Your front is fine," the redhead husked, leaning back to let the other girl turn around.

Now it was Grace's turn to grasp and gently spread the mounds of flesh before her. They were buttery soft but overlaid on firm muscle that resisted her grip for a moment; Trish relaxed and arched her back, offering herself for inspection.

Grace shifted slightly, spreading her legs to find a more comfortable position, and leaned closer. The bottom of Trish's labia were just visible, revealing a telltale trace of dew. But it was the pink rosebud a little higher that captured Grace's attention. It was clean and tight, but somehow Grace knew that it could expand to admit intruders. The same way she somehow knew she could spear her tongue into it.

The hint of musk was faint, but it drew Grace in, promising an earthy taste she couldn't quite place. A trickle of moisture leaked down Grace's inner thigh. Being here felt so right, but there was something missing. Something she could grasp and fondle, or suck gently between her lips. Grace swayed further forward, absently seeking, but found only that petite rose.

Spell broken, Grace gasped and swayed back. What was she thinking! Kissing somebody's ass? A *girl's* ass? "You're fine," she managed to say, and continued kneeling as Trish gave her a quick nod of thanks and walked off. Grace was so rattled she couldn't even think if she'd remembered to look for stray hairs.

+++

Grace forced herself to choke down breakfast, even though she wasn't hungry. Well, not for food, anyway. Her encounter with Trish had left the redhead unsettled but aroused, and she hadn't had time to do anything about it.

The novelty of being naked in public was beginning to wear off, but the opportunity for serious boy-watching hadn't. Grace poked at her egg-white omelet and listened to Jeni chattering beside her, all the while observing the boys entering and leaving the dining room.

Other than the fact they were all uniformly erect and clean-shaven, there was an amazing variety on display. Grace's off hand slipped beneath the table and she began caressing herself, imagining what each cock would feel like inside her. She stroked herself harder at the sight of Wade among the last wave of late arrivals.

He briefly made eye contact with her, but frowned slightly before sitting at another table, his back to Grace.

"I thought you two hit it off yesterday," Jeni commented, not having missed the interplay.

Grace wondered if the entire room had noticed her shame; it was worse than physical nudity. "I think I offended him. God, I am such a screw-up!" It was enough to quench her arousal, at least for the moment.

"You are not a screw-up. You only talked to him for like 5 minutes, Grace. Did you let him know you like him?"

"He asked to sit with me at dinner, and I said I was sitting with you," Grace responded in a small voice.

"I take it back," moaned Jeni, theatrically smacking herself in the forehead. "You *are* a screw-up. What are you guys, still in the seventh grade? It's a big table -- we could all sit together." The brunette narrowed her eyes and suggestively added, "*if* you feel like you need a chaperone..."

"No! I mean... I don't know what I mean." Grace growled with frustration. "I just turn into such an idiot when I'm around Wade. The right words don't come out -- I'm sure he hates me now! He'll probably never talk to me again."

Jeni shook her head. "I seriously doubt he hates you. Look -- why not go over there now? Just say 'hi' and ask if that invitation is still open for tonight. It's no biggie." She gently elbowed Grace. "If he's really interested, don't give one of the other girls a chance to grab his... *attention*." The brunette gave Grace a sly grin as she motioned suggestively with one hand.

"Jeni!" squealed Grace, attracting momentary attention from their neighbors. "OMG, it's not like that at all!" She blushed, knowing it was exactly like that, even if she'd rather die than admit it. "God, you're crude, girl!"

Besides, Grace thought, a hand job would be such a waste. She wanted -- no, needed -- a serious fucking. Hell, she could probably walk right over to Wade now, push the table back from his chair, and impale herself on his rod right there and nobody would notice. She could bounce up and down on him, her boobs in his face, and have a screaming orgasm, and nobody would say a thing.

Would Wade notice, though? It was one thing to overlook the absence of clothing, but he wouldn't actually be able to orgasm, to empty his nuts into her creaming pussy while she screamed with delight, and just think he'd coughed or something, would he? And it wasn't like people didn't notice others at all -- they just seemed to think normal things were happening.

Who would think it was normal, even wearing her usual camp shorts and tee, if Grace walked up and ground herself all over Wade like some slut giving a lap dance? Maybe, Grace thought, furtively rubbing her clit again, he'd think she was just easy and lead her out the back door before standing her up against the faux log siding and giving her the wood she so obviously wanted. Her butt would be rubbed raw as she bounced on Wade's shaft with her legs wrapped around him.

Grace shifted on her chair, aware of the small puddle she was creating on the plastic seat. Maybe if she made a move on Wade, the incongruity would snap him out of whatever it was that fuzzed everybody else's senses. He'd *know* that she was a cock-hungry slut willing to fuck him right there in the middle of everything! Wade would drop her right there on the table and -- no, he'd flip her over and start doing her doggy style. Grace could practically feel the trays digging into her tits as every thrust slammed her against the wobbly table, burying that magnificent tool deeper in her creaming cunt...

"Hello? Earth to Grace!" Jeni was shaking her shoulder. "Quit playing with your food and go talk to him, already!"

Grace obediently stood up, and then almost sat right back down. She could just see herself saying something stupid again, and this time it would be in public, and everybody would think she was an idiot. Jeni pushed impatiently at her, and the redhead shied away from the hand on her bare ass. Okay, she could do this!

George looked up as she approached the table he was sharing with Wade, but kept talking about turning technique. Grace hovered uncertainly, just able to glimpse the tip of Wade's erection over his shoulder. She leaned in a little further for a better view, making George's eyebrows rise.

Wade finally sensed something and turned to follow George's sightline; the unexpected rotation was enough to make his shoulder brush Grace's breast, and both of them started violently.

"Fuck!" Wade yelped, inadvertently tumbling the bowl of oatmeal in front of him into his lap. He shot to his feet with a louder yell and frantically began trying to scrape the sticky mess from his stomach, penis, and upper thighs.

Grace froze for a moment, appalled, and then reached around to help remove the hot sludge from Wade's sensitive organ. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

He brusquely batted her hand aside and jumped back, nearly falling over the table and sending water glasses tumbling. "*Don't touch me!* Just don't touch me! I need to -- to change my clothes!" Wade rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving Grace standing in a circle of silence, surrounded by wide eyes and open mouths.

A moment later, she bolted in the opposite direction, through the back door she'd fantasized about, not caring if she left a smear of oatmeal on the knob. Grace tensed when the door opened again behind her, but relaxed a little at the sight of Jeni.

"You have to admit, that was pretty spectacular," the brunette smirked. "For what it's worth, everybody's talking about Wade, not you."

That made Grace feel a little better. "I don't know what happened; I didn't mean to startle him like that." But still, things hadn't turned out well at all. "You can't believe he's going to want to be around me after that."

Jeni made a noncommittal sound and changed the subject. "But what were you looking at? I thought you were going to talk to him, not hover over his shoulder."

Grace hesitated. She couldn't say, "I was crushing on his erection," even if it was the truth. "Jeni, what am I wearing?"

The brunette looked at her cautiously, obviously puzzled by the question. "A T-shirt and shorts, like usual. Why?"

"How about now?" Grace wiped her hand clean on her breast and stomach, still watching Jeni.

"A dirty T-shirt?" Her friend watched the redhead cross her arms until her hands brushed opposite hips, and then lift them slowly along her body and over her head, shaking her hair. "What was that?"

"I took off my shirt," announced Grace, pushing the point. "See?"

"No, you're losing your mind," Jeni retorted, smiling at the apparent joke even if she didn't understand it. "It's still right there, with the oatmeal." She reached out and poked Grace's tit.

"Damnit," Grace growled. Jeni was still seeing what she expected to see, and that wasn't her friend going topless outdoors, even if they were in a fairly isolated area. "How about this?" She looked down, trying to pretend she was alone, and concentrated.

It wouldn't have worked at all if not for the fact that the wall of the dining room, the dumpster, and several evergreens screened the back door from nearly every angle, and that Grace had been too distracted to follow her normal routine that morning. The redhead told herself Jeni wasn't there, forced herself to relax, and was rewarded with a trickle of urine that quickly became a strong rush. She looked up, feeling triumphant, and met Jeni's shocked gaze.

"OMG, Grace, that is really fucked up! I can't believe you're peeing yourself in front of me!"

Grace could barely believe it herself, actually. It was hard to say if being naked instead of wetting her shorts made it worse or better. Apparently she had fewer inhibitions than she'd thought. Her bladder finished emptying itself, and she bounced on the balls of her feet. "Well?"

"I should be asking you that," Jeni quipped, her usual sense of humor noticeably muted. "Are you well? What was that for? Your shorts are soaked!"

"No they're not," retorted Grace, "because I'm not wearing any shorts -- and neither are you. Here; feel!" She grabbed Jeni's wrist and started pulling it towards her crotch, but the other girl yanked it free.

"Oh, no!" yelped the brunette, looking spooked. "I'm not into this weird shit! You can just leave me out of your kinky games, okay?" Jeni's eyes darted back and forth, charting possible escape routes.

"Okay, look, no games," Grace offered, holding up her hands and taking a small step back to defuse the tension. "Now, you say I just wet my shorts. Would you say it's pretty noticeable?"

Jeni snorted. "Your crotch is soaked. Yeah, I'd say so."

Grace nodded. "So, I'll bet you I can walk back through the dining hall and absolutely nobody will say a word about it."

"Yeah, right," scoffed the brunette. "You're gonna sneak through the kitchen, or pull your shirt down over it, or hide it with a tray or something, right?"

"Absolutely not. I won't carry anything, and you can arrange my shirt however you like. I'll even stop and talk to people. My only condition is that you can't point it out to anybody -- they have to notice it for themselves."

"And what's the bet?" Jeni asked.

Grace could see her friend thought it was a sucker's wager. The reality was that Grace had already thought up something she thought Jeni would jump at. She allowed a small smile to show on her face. "The loser has to jump off the 5 meter platform during morning swim, naked."

"No way!" squealed Jeni, bending over and trying to suppress a laugh. "No way," she repeated, "you would never do that in a million years!"

"It doesn't matter, because I'm not going to be the one jumping," laughed Grace. "You are."

"You are so full of it! How do I know you're not going to back out after you lose?"

"Because I say so. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Besides when you told me just now you didn't really piss your pants because you were naked?" Jeni's protest was half-hearted. "Aren't you worried about *me* chickening out?"

Grace laughed. "No, because I know you're the kind of crazy bitch who would do it."

"Damn straight!" Jeni agreed. "Can you imagine how Coach's eyes are gonna bug out when he sees you? Come on; let's get going before you dry out."

The two women pushed through the door back into the dining hall. It was funny, Grace reflected, but she actually was more relaxed than ever; walking nude past the other swimmers was easy when her only worry was the nonexistent wet spot on the shorts she wasn't even wearing.

Jeni showed increasing signs of frustration as they made their way past one person after another. Grace would stop to say "hello" or duck good-natured queries about what had happened with Wade, but nobody commented on her appearance.

"I love your rose," Grace confided to Jillian, earning a startled look from her and a puzzled expression from Jeni. Another few steps and she was out the door, home free.

"I don't know how you did that," muttered Jeni. "And what did you say to Jill?"

"Nothing," Grace airily replied. "And I already told you how I did it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for swim." She started out for their cabin.

"If you're naked, why do you need your suit?" Jeni called from behind her.

"I don't -- but I still want to wash off the oatmeal!"

+++

Coach Rod had them working on starts that morning. One set of swimmers would mount the blocks, wait for the buzzer, and then sprint to the 25-meter mark. They'd continue on to the end and exit the pool to receive critiques while the next wave of swimmers repeated the process.

As usual, the bleachers fronting the pool were packed with spectators watching the students with careful eyes and furious note-taking. Grace would have felt more comfortable if she hadn't been promoted into the lead group with Wade. It was embarrassing to be considered on his level, even without her earlier breakfast fiasco.

Beside her, Wade stepped onto the block at lane 4 and faced the crowd. "Wade Ferrari," he announced, before turning back to face down the lane. The coaches always had the swimmers identify themselves so there'd be no confusion during the reviews.

"Grace Lemaire," she shouted, waving to the audience. It was sort of hot, standing there so totally exposed, but with nobody knowing it. She took another peek at Wade's erection, which didn't seem to have suffered too much from its unplanned oatmeal scrub. If only he hadn't been so abrupt! There were so many ways she could have cleansed and soothed his beautiful penis, and so pleasurably, too...

"Wake up, Lemaire!" barked Coach Rod. "Did we keep you up too late last night?" Sniggers sounded around her. "Okay, people, remember, swim hard to the halfway mark -- no slacking! Swimmers, take your marks..."

The tone sounded and Grace convulsed, arrowing into the water and dolphin kicking her way down the lane and slowly towards the surface. Ahead of her, on her left, Wade churned through the pool, his cock extending below him like a miniature rudder. Suddenly he stopped kicking, and Grace watched the 25 meter marker glide past beneath her. She put in two more strokes before rolling onto her back and kicking lazily for the wall.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about breakfast," Grace told Wade as they hung on the wall and watched the second heat of swimmers take their places on the blocks.

"It's okay -- I just over-reacted," Wade replied tersely, and then pulled himself out of the pool.

Grace scrambled to follow him, but he was already walking back down the side of the pool. She followed, watching his muscular ass, but spared a wave for Jeni as the brunette went past her in the opposite direction. Grace thought about trying to talk to Wade again, but she saw Coach Rod looking at her, and guiltily realized she was supposed to be thinking about her technique instead.

Soon enough, she was back up on her block again, announcing her name and trying to ignore the fact she was naked. Grace had an excellent start and managed to stay nearly even with Wade out to the halfway mark; the two of them extended their unofficial competition until it was clear he was pulling away from her.

"You were on fire, Grace," Wade complemented her at the wall. "I had to work for that one."

"I got a lucky start," she demurred, pausing as she noticed the block in lane 2 where Jeni should have been standing was empty.

"Hey, Grace!" Jeni shouted from the top of the 5 meter platform. The brunette waved rapidly, spread her arms wide, and quickly performed a fairly credible dive, although she went over a little too far and her legs kicked up a fair amount of water when she went in.

Grace realized instantly what had to be happening. "Wade, do me a favor!" she asked.

He turned from where he'd been watching Jeni. "What is it?"

"I know this sounds weird, but pretend Jeni is naked when she gets out of the pool!"

"What?" he repeated, obviously confused.

"Just pretend she's skinny-dipping! Sssssh!" Grace turned away from him and watched Jeni break the surface and swim over to join them.

"How was that?" Jeni crowed, eyes flashing with excitement and nerves.

Grace laughed. "I don't think you're ready to join the diving team." She pulled herself out of the water and offered a hand to Jeni.

"You didn't notice anything else?" the brunette asked, looking about. The other members of Grace's heat were walking away, and the next wave of swimmers hadn't reached them yet. Wade didn't seem to be paying much attention, so she reluctantly popped out of the water to stand next to Grace.

"Did you lose your swimsuit somewhere?" Wade asked unexpectedly, from where he still floated in the water alongside the wall. He eyed Jeni with evident appreciation.

"*What?!*" With a strangled scream, Jeni contorted herself in a futile attempt to conceal her body; she succeeded only in drawing the attention of others. The brunette hastily jumped back into the pool and hugged the wall while she glared at her friend. "You said nobody would notice!"

Grace, doubled over with laughter, couldn't find the breath to respond. She caught sight of Jeni's expression and laughed harder.

After watching their somewhat mystifying byplay, Wade moved slightly closer to Jeni. "She told me to pretend you were naked," he confessed, a hint of a twinkle in his eyes.

The brunette's mouth opened in outraged realization. "You... You two deserve each other!" She pushed Wade's head under water, using him to leverage herself out of the pool, and toppled the off-balance redhead back in. "I'm gonna get you for that, bitch!" The threat was somewhat undermined by the laugh that followed it.

"What was that all about?" Wade asked, looking from where Jeni was doing something behind the base of the diving platform back to Grace.

"I---" Grace's mouth opened but no further words emerged. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound crazy or stupid, or both, and the swimmers from the following heat were climbing out around them. "It was a private joke."

"So I gathered," Wade commented, moving a little closer but making no motion to get out. "But as a helpful participant in your private joke, don't I get to hear the punchline?"

His intent look made Grace feel a little breathless and rattled. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of everybody?" Her nipples were tighter than the temperature could account for, and not all of the moisture gleaming on the redhead's toned thighs was chlorinated water.

A slightly pained expression crossed Wade's face and Grace silently castigated herself for blurting out such a stupid question. "You mean, like here, now?" he rasped, evidently humoring her.

"Yes." Grace bit her tongue to avoid saying anything else dumb, and sat back on her heels while her fingers nervously felt for stray tendrils of hair that might be escaping the back of her cap.

Wade seemed content to bob in the pool, frustrating her. "I dunno," he equivocated.

Why couldn't he just climb out? Grace was dying to lay eyes on his cock again. He could just hoist his ripped body out and stand on the deck beside her -- that would put his wonderful meat right about eye level. Actually, it would be right about mouth level, too.

Grace wasn't really that kind of girl, especially in public like this, but if Wade put his strong hands on her head and pulled her onto his cock, well, there really wouldn't be anything she could do about it, was there? She wouldn't want to make a scene, so she'd have to relax and let him pound into her mouth until he emptied his load down her throat. The thought of swallowing didn't seem as repulsive as she'd thought, and besides then he'd...

"Why don't you just get a room?" Jeni jibed.

Her eyes flew open. Grace hadn't realized she'd closed them, or that she'd let one of her hands drop to the juncture between her thighs. Actually, the way she had her legs spread and her tits stuck out would have had her mother frowning, even if Grace *had* been wearing a swimsuit. A sudden wave of heat swept her body, but it was arousal rather than embarrassment.

"Whatever, Jeni," Wade said, sounding bored, and finally emerged from the water. He strode past the two girls without another look.

"When I said you should talk to him, I didn't mean to throw youself at him," Jeni commented after a moment of silence. "But hey, you were talking, right? I think he likes you."

"I don't," Grace said morosely, rising slowly to her feet. Her eyes hadn't been mislead by phantom swimwear, and she'd seen the way Wade's erection had drooped when he'd gotten out. Every guy in sight was sporting a hard-on, and when she accidentally gave Wade a little show, he *lost* his? "Am I ugly?"

"Where do you think up this shit?" growled Jeni. "You are hot, and you know it! If I had a cock, I'd fuck you myself!" She slapped Grace on the ass, apparently not feeling the bare skin beneath her palm. "Maybe next time *you* go off the high dive naked -- I can't believe nobody's said anything!" The brunette looked around, as if daring somebody to make a comment.

"I guess they were too distracted by my hotness!" Grace joked, feeling better. "C'mon -- we're both behind, and Coach is looking a little pissed!"

+++

Coach Rod *was* upset -- and worse, from Grace's point of view, he was disappointed. She and Jeni spent the rest of the morning doing sprints under the watchful eyes of several trainers. After the first few lengths of the pool, Grace was too tired to care who was staring at her. Her legs felt rubbery by the time the two of them were released for lunch.

"Betcha they'd notice *now*," Jeni giggled to Grace under the spray of the outdoor shower. She ran a finger suggestively along the top of her shoulder, where a strap would be if she actually were wearing a suit.

Grace covertly eyed the group of trainers observing them and making notes. The redhead wasn't so sure, although she was surprised Jeni would even joke about it. "Don't even think about it," she threatened, lightly slapping away Jeni's hand. Grace was *almost* sure Jeni wouldn't actually flash anybody, but she didn't know how to explain away the lack of reaction, and she was too enervated to try and deal with it all now, anyway.

She stole another glance at their audience, wondering what they could find to write about, and inadvertently met the eyes of one of the women looking back at her.

The woman was tall, slim, and attractive, but distinguished mostly by the fact that she was one of the few people who actually *did* seem to be clothed. Her dress looked expensive and laughably out of place at the camp, and if Grace had owned a pair of heels like that, she wouldn't have worn them near a pool or anywhere else they might possibly get wet.

Technically, with the sunglasses shielding her eyes, Grace couldn't really tell where the woman was looking, but she felt sure she was being examined. The woman's expression remained neutral, but it made Grace feel uncomfortable. The redhead turned away and reached for the water valve, wishing there really were towels on the empty shelf. "C'mon, already -- I'm starving; aren't you?"

"You know food isn't going to distract me from plotting my revenge, right?" Jeni asked, wiping herself down with her hands.

"Yeah, do your best," was Grace's distracted reply. She refused to let herself look back to see if the woman was still watching.

+++

Grace was still distracted during afternoon workout. Without trying to be obvious about it, she kept an eye on her surroundings, feeling somewhat relieved the woman in the dress was absent, but equally disappointed that Wade wasn't anywhere to be seen, either. Maybe it was her divided attention, and maybe it was the lingering effect of her extra morning sprints, but the redhead dropped a weight she'd thought was safely on the bar, barely missing her unprotected foot.

"I'm okay!" she yelped sheepishly, certain everybody in the gym suddenly was looking at her. Worse, it seemed Grace's attempts to fly under the radar of the trainers were about to come to naught. "Oh, no! Can't you distract them?" she whispered to Jeni, who stared knowingly at her from the other end of the bar.

The brunette's eyes glinted as she turned to the first of the approaching trainers. "Hey, Coach! You know those flexibility drills you were showing me yesterday?"

Grace smiled her appreciation, but frowned as Jeni continued talking.

"Grace, here, was asking me about them but I'm not sure I remember them correctly -- can you show her?" She grinned wickedly at the redhead's obvious lack of enthusiasm.

"No, it's okay..." Grace demurred, starting to back away. She twitched as if prodded at the feel of something wet sliding across her ass, and tried to move away from the man behind her.

"Nonsense," said the trainer facing her. He smiled at Jeni like a cat watching a mouse, and his heavy cock pulsed, emitting a drop of gleaming moisture from its tip. "That's what we're here for! We can take the time now to run through them with you, Grace, and help Jeni review at the same time."

Murmurs of assent greeted his common-sense suggestion. Grace wanted no part of them, but was strangely reluctant to make a scene or offend them. After all, the trainers were just there to help, weren't they? She tried to hide her lack of enthusiasm as the men herded her and Jeni away from the weight benches.

"We'll just work freestyle, so the two of you can see each other," a trainer explained. "That will make it eas