Swim Team Seduction

Laney Grey and Jessie Saint, swim team buds, came straight home from practice without bothering to peel off their suits. Exhaustion hit first. Jessie flopped onto the couch while Laney lingered at the edge, muscles on fire, coach still barking orders in her head. After a shared look and a few dumb laughs, they figured a quick rub-down might help. Laney climbed over Jessie, palms sliding up calves still slick from chlorine water. Every glide turned heavier. Their breathing hitched. No joke, the heat between them shot from back-of-the-neck blush to something hotter. When they swapped, Laney stretched out and Jessie dropped right between those legs. Bathing suits flew. Tongues replaced fingertips, sucking and licking, spreading thighs wide to get every last taste. They got each other off like teammates chasing gold—relentless and greedy. Twenty-minute back-rubs were over; pussy breaks just made the cut.