Love Myself

1

The rhythmic sound of water dripping from the leaky shower head, echoed around the tiled room. Steady in its timing, it was the only sound that was left after the swim team cleared out of the locker room on their way to celebrate another victory. It was the only sound that could be heard because after two years, Emily had become very good at being quiet. She learned that biting her lip and pressing her mouth against arm were great ways to stifle the moans.

Emily had become so good at it, in fact, that anyone standing in the locker room would think it was empty.

"God, Paige…" but she wasn't perfect. She bite her lip and buried her face in her arm this time, just to be on the safe side.

She promised herself she would stop doing this. Told herself, repeatedly that she could wait until she got back to the dorms. Tonight, though, tonight was special because Paige broke the NCAA record in the 400M fly by almost two seconds. Tonight she could barely wait until she got off the pool deck and, actually, was proud of herself for waiting until the rest of the team left instead of just ducking into a bathroom stall.

So, with her hand straining inside her unbutton shorts and two fingers circling her clit she congratulated herself on her control. Then continued to fuck herself thinking about Paige's achievement.

When she thought of Paige's perfect dive, she dove two fingers into herself; catching the moan in her arm as it ripped from her throat.

Each thrust into herself coated her fingers with even more arousal as thought about the way Paige glided effortlessly through the water.

She pushed her shorts down to make more room for her hand. She had to fuck herself faster because that's what Paige would do: she would dominate Emily like she does her competition.

Her legs started to tremble, her whole body tensing. She remember how she felt as Paige neared the wall, obviously going to win and set a new NCAA record. She would have let Paige have her right then had the brunette wanted her. With one final curl of her fingers she came undone. Coming against her own fingers as she stumbled backwards against the locker. "Paige." It was just one little name, Emily wasn't too worried about letting it escape.

"Hello?"

"Shit, shit, shit." Emily jerked her hand out of her shorts barely having time to come down from her high before panic set in. She was hidden from view thanks to the massive gear lockers at the end of the locker room, but could be easily found. Getting caught masturbating was that last thing that she needed. While trying to work the button on her shorts with her trembling fingers, she thought about what schools she could possibly transfer to because she would never be able to live down the embarrassment.

"Is someone in here? I thought I heard my name."

Okay, no, this was the last thing she needed: getting caught masturbating by the girl in her fantasies. Instead of thinking about transferring schools she would have to think about moving to a different country. Such a shame, she really liked America. Although, she heard Norway is nice.

The footsteps were getting closer, Emily knew her time was almost up and she had yet to think a reasonable lie to explain why she was in the locker room so late. Besides, she could barely talk to Paige in complete sentences how was she supposed to tell a believable lie? There was always the truth: 'Paige, I'm still here because if I didn't imagine your fingers thrusting inside of me right this second I would have died from sexual frustration on my way back to the dorms.' Somehow, she knew that wouldn't go over well.

"Emily?" Paige gave the girl a question look as she walked around the corner. "Did you call me?"

Think! You're smart. Think of something. Anything. Or just start talking instead of staring at her…perfect…soft lips. Oh God. "Ohh…yeah. Yup. I called you because I -" Emily quickly glanced around the locker room searching for some sort of alibi. She leaned up against the gear locker when an idea finally struck her. "I was wondering if you had keys." Keys are good. Good. Now, think of why you would need keys. "To the…umm…gear locker because I left my…goggles…in there and I wanted to clean them." Why I she smirking at me like that? Oh no, she knows I'm lying, she knows what I've done! "What?"

Paige laugh and shook her head. "Nothing, I've just never heard of anyone needing to take their goggles home to clean them. Usually, a quick wipe takes care of any smudges." Paige turned around and gestured for Emily to follow. "The keys are in Coach's office. Come on, I'll walk with you."

"No! That's okay, I can go myself. Thank you, though. I'm sure you have some celebrating to do." Emily could feel her face flush all over again as she reminded herself of Paige's performance and her own - private - celebration that she was just having. The girl's name is going in the record books, but if Paige ever wanted more - a prize - Emily would gladly fill that role. She swiftly made her way passed the smiling brunette hoping the blush on her face wasn't showing. She needed to get back to her dorm where she could lock her door and finish what Paige had started.

"Emily, wait."

In an instant Emily became as motionless as a statue. Frozen by the fear that Paige had seen her or recognized the strain in her voice when she accidentally moaned the swimmer's name.

"I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight. Myself and some other girls from the team are going to Sharky's to celebrate the meet. I'd love it if you'd come."

Emily wanted to say yes so badly, but she couldn't. Not when Paige just unintentionally sent sparks of arousal swimming throughout her body. This is why she couldn't be friends with Paige: every smile, every word, every time she saw a droplet of water slowly make its way over the twitching muscles in Paige's strong arms - teasing her, begging her to follow its path with her tongue. To make a new path down the valley between Paige's breast, down her contracting abs, and finally to her wet… She couldn't handle being friends: everything about Paige made her ache.

"I can't go tonight. Sorry, I'm not 21 yet and I have other plans." Emily slowly started to walk backwards. Never has an exit been farther away than the one that would take her out away for this uncomfortable situation.

"Some other time then." That was the last thing Emily heard before reaching the door and sprinting home.