She entrusted her care of younger children to Fuyumi as she grabbed her backpack and left the residence. Shouto was on a weekend trip with his father. They wouldn't be home until the following Monday. It wasn't often Rei Todoroki had opportunities like this. Very few, far, and in between. Being a housewife, a mother, and a trophy wife. The latter was a strong word for this trophy was scuffed and rust; sitting out in the opened damped air. She could wait for the owner to pick it up, but often the owner would leave there. Occasionally stepping on it, reminding it of its past mistakes and future failures. Rei wondered why she would think of herself that way. Yet again, with a husband like that, no wonder she felt compelled to negative thinking.
Morning has yet made its peak which suited the white-haired damsel. She didn't want others to see her anyway. Neighbors and onlookers with always something to talk about. Why entertain and feed into their negativity and passivity. Even women like her needed time alone. Even women like want a sense of independence. Even women like her want to remember that they once had an identity before exchanging vows. Where is the love, honor, and obey when the other isn't doing their part of the bargain? She was more than a piece of flesh. She, too, had a voice. She wanted to recognize as not only a proud mother of four but the woman for what she was.
If she could forgive those of their transgressions, when does she get a pass?
She sat quietly on the bus as she made her way to her destination. She happened to stumble on this particular venue one day when she went shopping. The venue was sponsored by her local neighborhood watch. It was opened to anyone interested in recreation. An indoor neighborhood pool. It was excellent to Rei. It was opened to the public. Adult Swim in the evenings with children and parents in the afternoons.
However, a particular counselor had given Rei a set of keys for more of a therapeutic purpose. When the counselor met Rei on the day of sign-up, he was met with a set of tears. Stricken with grief, the counselor consoled the woman, allowing her to explain her hang-ups and transgressions. If this woman had a book about her duress, then the Farmer's Almanac would have been filled. It was against the rules of the community center, but he gave her the set of keys. He instructed her to come to the center before hours. No one would bother her. She was free to swim as much as she wanted.
They set a system where he would leave the keys under the bleachers near the tennis courts. Rei would collect and enter the pool. Whenever she was finished, leave the keys under the bleachers where he would collect.
Rei couldn't forget the sulky feeling of self-pity. Nevertheless, the counselor didn't give her pity. She remembered these words. "Don't ever let anyone take your voice. You are much as important to this world as the air, the moon, the sun, and the stars. You are a gem. Don't let anyone ruin your beauty." It was comforting words to her. Like the spark in her synapses. She felt like a young girl who had been called pretty. She felt like a rose that grew from concrete. She felt warm, a small smile spread to her.
And a small smile spread as she grabbed the cord as she approached her stop.
The footpath to the community center was a quiet one. In the dark, it looked like a concrete jungle. She could imagine if her children would have seen the shadows, they would have balled their eyes out. The closer she got to the tennis courts, the more eager she wanted to be in the water. She picked up the pace, edging closer and closer to it.
"Got it," she said to herself as if she had won a price. A set of keys, brown and gray-colored sitting under the bleachers. Two keys were required to open the pool. A pool reserved for Rei Todoroki. Not for a housewife. Not for the mother. Just Rei, a piece of something that she can call sacred.
She granted herself access to this aquatic wonderland. There wasn't Olympic about the pool. It was a standard L-shaped pool. Enough to fit a neighborhood but nothing to impress any Olympians to sponsor in a competition. This was her hour of her highest power. Where she could shed her inhibitions and become free. She dropped her backpack. She removed her clothing, carefully folding and putting them on the bleachers. She inhaled sharply, tasting the chlorine. The hunger grew. She wanted to be in the water. If she could, she would swim naked. However, she had decency and respect for herself, at least for that.
She grabbed her one-piece swimsuit. The color blue matched the color of her surroundings. She grabbed her swim cap, securing it over her head. She put on her goggles. A small smile spread once more. She felt like she was putting on armor. This was her dominion, her domain, her sanctuary.
She could drown in this air, suffocate in the chlorinated humidity that rises above the water. In her mind, people move past, trapped in their own heads as she was in hers. Children laugh, tantrum, cry or whine. She saw their parents react: placating, frustrated, sometimes warm. She could be on Mars or else invisible, but she was neither. She was right here, bare feet on the mopped white tile. Once she was here at this pool so early in the morning the surface was perfectly flat, glassy. Not now though, now it was choppy; the mosaics of the walls and the beach paraphernalia hanging from the rafters were reflected in tiny fragments of color that reminded her of the autumn to come in a few months. Somehow she wondered if those fall leaves would ever come. Each day drew out so long and thin that she was surprised when the sun finally sets.
No presence of Enji. No presence of the man that put a cap on her independence. No presence of the man who thought nothing more of her than a receptacle of making his children. No pain, no tears, no agony.
She let out a loud scream, bouncing from wall to wall.
Her eyes fell to the surface once more. She wanted to be in that water, under it, gliding dolphin-like to the tiles below more than her next breath. The coolness would bring her to the present like nothing else. In those perfect moments, she could forget the past, cease to analyze the future. She wouldn't worry about who she was, who she would become, who she might never be. In its watery embrace, there was only the present, nothing more. Underneath the surface, she could escape the dull drag of gravity. It was as free as she had ever experienced in her forty-something years; nothing else comes close.
Spray flew outwards by several feet and her belly stung, then with flailing splashy strokes she slowly made progress down her lane. She then stopped and laid back in the water, letting her limbs do the thinking for her. The water was so refreshing. Allowing it to take all of her worries away, she stretched out her arms, open her palms and released all bodily tension. It was her way. Rather she swam laps or leisurely paddled in the water, this was her domain, her dominion, her sanctuary.
Freestyle, breaststroke, backstroke, butterfly, dolphin kick, individual medley, medley relay, doggy paddle, scuttling. It was Rei's choice and she was going to do it her way.
She exhaled as she burst out of the water like a dolphin. As she scanned the surface, she saw the two glass doors of the community pool opening. She was alert. Before she could react, the person entered the room.
He stood quietly, rustling with his hands in his pocket. He looked meek as if he walked in without a form of invitation. He turned beet red when seeing Rei in the pool.
"Forgive me, Auntie Rei," said the man. "I forgot that you've mentioned you were swimming today." He bowed. "I was worried that I have forgotten my keys and decided to come by."
Rei blinked a few times. She kept paddling. She let out a smile. "Forgetful as always, Izuku."
Shouto's classmate and friend, Izuku Midoriya, was the very counselor at that saved her. It was a part-time job, something to fill some money in his pocket and the free access to the swimming pool. He walked away from her, going to the areas where they kept the lifeguard materials. "Excuse me, Auntie Rei. Don't let me interfere any longer. You may resume your swimming."
"That's okay," she shouted to him. "I was getting tired anyway." Izuku opened the bins where the center kept their towels. He placed it on the bleachers for her as he tended to his duties. Rei knew that Izuku worked the early morning shift at the community center on the weekends and before school.
She grabbed the warm towel and started to dry her skin. She smelled like the ocean, she thought, as she took a seat on the bleacher.
Izuku then returned to the area. Rei wavered to Izuku to come and see her.
"Since you are here, I can give you your keys," she told him. "Thank you for allowing me to use the pool."
He didn't look at Rei, confirming it as a nod. "Any time, Auntie Rei. Whenever you need it, you are more than welcome."
"Thanks, Izuku," she said as she rubbed the back of his shoulders. "Thank you."
It was comforting to Rei. Comforting that a dear, sincere boy like Izuku to allow her the privilege of remembering her prowess, her womanhood. Izuku was an angel in her eyesight. A wonderful man indeed.
Despite being seventeen years of age, Izuku carried himself well for a teenager.
"Listen, Auntie. I have to do a few chores before opening. If there is anything you need, let me know," he told Rei. As he prepared to stand, Rei grabbed his shirt tail.
"I do," she said to him calmly. She heard his breath laboring. She could feel his heartbeat. A touch, a presence of a woman was very frightening to a nervous, meek boy like Izuku. Even that day in the office when she talked to him, she felt that nervousness. The nervousness of being with a woman in his presence. "Did you have breakfast this morning, Izuku," she asked him.
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. Her well-manicured hands glided into the folds of his sleeve. "No, ma'am," he said. He felt compelled to return to his seat.
"Don't ever let anyone take your voice. You are much as important to this world as the air, the moon, the sun, and the stars. You are a gem. Don't let anyone ruin your beauty."
"Then, allow me to treat you," she told him. Her eyes were glassy as if one can see the window of her soul. She would have never thought those words that came from the teen's mouth would be the spark to reignite her flame. He was the catalyst that allowed the Phoenix to rise from the ashes.
She stroked his flushed cheeks, leaving a trail of water on him. He didn't hesitate. He didn't flinch. He remained still.
Like he did when she had stolen his lips the first time, and the second, and the third.
And this time.
This is not what Izuku thought would happen when she asked to 'treat' but he was certainly not going to object. Surprised was a lack of a better word for the nubile Izuku.
To Rei, a kiss is one of the most sensual happenings, aside from sex and, of course, she loved it. His lips were warm and tasted of mint; he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and hers locked around his neck pulling him down slightly. When they broke apart for air, she rested her forehead against his and gathered some much-needed oxygen. Her smirk told him everything and the teen blushed, sinking into her hold. "I hope you enjoyed your meal."
"Auntie," he said as he managed to find his tongue. The imprint of her soaked swimsuit left an impression of his clothes. Rei could see his erected nipples through his thin t-shirt. It was to no surprise to see his budding erection in his swim trunks.
Rei looked at the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes after six in the morning. It wasn't long before the others were to show. In an abated breath, she told him. "Let's go into the showers."
Was she wrong for her actions, she thought to herself as she took his hand to go to the locker room. Was she using Izuku as an excuse of the lack of love, affirmation, and passion she received at home? Was she taking advantage of the nubile, naive teen? What in his mind was he thinking?
Izuku stepped into the locker room. Ahead were the showers. He turned the water on, spraying the warm water on the cold tile. Rei was transcending into a different being. She knew when she crossed the line with Izuku, she wasn't being Rei the housewife and Rei the mother.
She was a woman.
His face felt warm as the blood rushed to his cheeks. Her pink tongue caressed over her teeth as she watched him stare at her, fingers reached down and entwined in the slip of material. "If you're going to stare at it so much, why don't you lick it?" She flicked the material over her extended leg, revealing soft, pink lips surrounded by trimmed white hair. Against the wall, she laid back, waiting for him to take her up on the invitation. "I'm leaving this to you, Izuku baby." The latter released a giggle from her mouth.
Izuku wouldn't object. He couldn't as he was entranced by her beauty. It was no accident when he pushed his way to the crowd to get her attention to join the center. It was a hopeful fantasy. Never in his seventeen years did he see it coming true. It was make-believe, scenarios that he saw on television and in movies. He talked a big game (in his mind), but he was shaking like a leaf. The first time the duo shared a kiss, in his words, he pulled a Jackson Pollock in his swim trunks.
Within seconds he found himself kneeling upon the cold tile and leaning his head in towards her. First, he took in a deep smell, lingering in her scent before letting his tongue run the length of her slit. Gently, his fingers parted her outer lips to allow his tongue entry.
She smiled as he partook in her forbidden nectar She was reaching down to stroke his hair. "Good boy. My sweet, sweet boy. You're making your auntie feel good." His tongue had some experience since then as he was hitting the major areas, but it was far from being highly skilled. Still, his commitment at the task of making her happy was admirable and it still felt pleasant though at this rate it was going to take her some time till she would have a proper orgasm.
In time, she thought, in time.
When she finally reached orgasm, her eyes drifted to the young man between her thighs. Her juices covered him. She covered her mouth as it reminded her of a child who has made a mess. "Thank you, Izuku. It was wonderful."
Swallowing the contents, Izuku nodded at Rei. "You're welcome."
"Now if you'll so kindly join me on this tile wall I'd love to return the favor."
Suddenly, the sound of the door opened. Footsteps were heard going on. Izuku held on to Rei. He covered her mouth to keep him quiet.
"Icchan, baka. Where in the hell are you? You forgot to turn on the lights at the entrance." It was the sound of his classmate and childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo.
"I am in here. Alone," he said. "I am taking a numero dos."
"In the girls' locker room?"
"When you got to go, you got to go," he said as he nervously laughed.
"Such a baka klutz," said Katsuki. "Hurry up!"
Izuku removed his hand from Rei's mouth. "Sorry about that, I was-" Rei looked at Izuku in the eye. She reached for his swim trunks and slowly pulled his hard member out into the warm shower, taking a few moments to look it over. It took no time for her to move her swimsuit and enter it into her slit.
"Auntie," he cried.
"Not this time," she said. "I want this and I won't allow some idiot to take that away."
The amount of contraction she could place upon his dick was incredible, he thought; and her pussy seemed to know every single spot that would bring a moan to his throat. She worked her hips well as she leaned on her stomach to the wall. Izuku could feel his dick ready to climax at any moment.
Izuku closed his eyes as his dick deposited his seeds inside of Rei's pussy. She bit her lip, controlling her moans. At each spurt, she received. Despite being in front of Izuku, she gripped his leg with her legs, never wanting to let go. Izuku dropped his head onto the back of her swimsuit. Rei was panting. This was one of the rare opportunities she could do with him without getting caught.
"You...were...amazing...as...always," she told him in between pants.
Izuku didn't answer. He bowed to her as he reached for his swim trunks. He immediately ran out of the shower. Rei blew a kiss as he left, leaving her alone with her thoughts, her actions.
And his sperm.
"Don't ever let anyone take your voice. You are much as important to this world as the air, the moon, the sun, and the stars. You are a gem. Don't let anyone ruin your beauty."
It was still comforting words to her. Like the spark in her synapses. She still felt like a young girl who had been called pretty. She still felt like a rose that grew from concrete. She still felt warm as a small smile spread to her.
"I will come again soon, Izuku baby."
The End!
Wow, I actually made a one-shot. Neat! Thanks for reading!