Learning to Swim




Who would have thought that swim class would be for swimmers. Obviously not me. In my book school was all about learning things, but then I suspect I should have known better. It’s not like you learn Multiplication in algebra, no, you are expected to know it already. Well, I knew drowning, had even taken it to a fine art.

The water, it terrified me, I mean to say I had dreams or nightmares rather of finding my self in its depths, struggling, always struggling to get to the surface were the air was. Not a pleasant dream. At any rate I was a week behind when I started, and now…even more so since I could not swim. What I thought was going to be a fun easy class was the one kicking my ass.

Calculus….got it; English…peace of cake; Arabic culture…was not even fair to the others; Chemistry…difficult but not bad; Arabic Language…well, I already knew this, and so the professor was bumbing me ahead, not bad since I had been able to clep 3 semesters of it. From all I heard I was going to be in good shape for getting home next summer, which I had no intention of. Those extra credits were going to allow me to double major and dear old dad would not be the wiser. So…back to swimming.

I sat in the Jacuzzi…a marvelous invention I might add, waiting for my newly assigned special instructor. As my daydream progressed he was broad of shoulder, and narrow of waist with a bulge in those tight Speedos that was the envy of all the other girls. Closing my eyes I enjoyed the smoldering look he gave me, heat and lust all rolled into one as he scanned my body. I flaunted it…knowing that soon enough his hands would be on skin and the thin fabric of the school suit. I’d gotten the high cut thighs, unfortunately there was nothing flattering in the styles for my tits. All the suits seemed to try and squash them flat…but then…then I could just roll that top done and his hands could just feel me up directly…oh yes…yes I liked this dream. Floating in the warm bubbly water, his hands on mine…

I could only hope it did not end soon.

So, now I am a swim instructor, Pia thought to herself.
Apparently, some new girl had some problems in her swim class, her skills not being quite at the level the school required. Somehow, it had been deemed important that this girl should qualify, so instead of transferring her to another sport, she had been assigned an instructor. That would be Pia, who had been volunteered for the job.

Not that she minded, but she was kind off puzzled she had been chosen. Granted, she thought of herself as a decent swimmer, courtesy of long childhood summers by the sea. But there were plenty of other girls who could do the job as good as she could, probably better.
No matter. She would help that girl out, no problem. She was a new girl as well, quite recently arrived.So, now I am a swim instructor, Pia thought to herself.

No matter. She would help that girl out, no problem. She was a new girl as well, quite recently arrived.So, now I am a swim instructor, Pia thought to herself.

Cala Maysson Sumayyah. That was the name of the girl. A new arrival, Pia had gathered.
Well, maybe I can help giving her a better start than I got, Pia mused.

That must be her, she inwardly observed, watching the dark haired girl from behind. She was relaxing in the jacuzzi, and had not yet heard Pia enter. Pia herself was actually quite stressed. She had forgotten the time while reading, and had had to hurry to change.
Taking a few seconds to calm down, she cleared her throat a few times.
"Err. Uhm. Cala?", she said, her voice quite low and hesitant. "Sorry to disturb you, but.. I am looking for Cala Maysson Sumayyah? Would that be you?", she added, her voice a bit stronger.

The daydream was good, and somewhere along the line fingers had started to move when the noise…well a high pitched voice brought me back to reality. The voice was female…not male much to my chagrin. Still, if she had the shape of any of the girls around here she would be stunning. Turning over in the water, the warm jet know spraying along my front I put my chin on the edge of the pool and regarded the curvy buxomous blond bombshell standing barefoot on the concrete before me. Seemed she and Vera were similar in shape, thought this one was a little shorter which pleased me.

The smile grew as my eyes rolled up here body and met those shining blue eyes. A gifted looker, but shit all the girls around here were. Such smooth pale skin, a nice contrast to my own and on a movies set with a tangle of limbs you would know exactly who’s was who’s. That would have made the picture far more artsy. Those glasses…even here at the pool made her adorable in a cute sort of way and seem much smarter. A good thing when you were curvy and blond and had a mind.

“Yes …I’m Cala and ….well I don’t have your name, but with tits and ass like that you would have been a shoe in for the porn industry and me a wilted flower beside you. I have no idea any longer how I thought I could cut it with girls like you around….I babble..…come on in the waters warm or are you going to make me go in the big scary pool first?” I could not help myself, blurting out the porn bit…it was just on my mind. Thankfully I had a patch on and so would not be feeling her feelings and getting all wrapped up in them. It made it more ‘normal’ when getting to know someone.

Like I said…I sank …I did not float and water, while it may be the fountain of life, it scared the shit out of me and the pool had those deep spots were there was no way out.

It was easy enough to put Pia off balance in just about any sort of social situation. Having her attributes as a potential porn star evaluated right off the bat was the last she expected. It took a couple of seconds before her mind even managed to process it all. Cala would not be needing any empathic ability to pick up the blonde's acute embarrassment. Her blushing cheeks spoke volumes on their own.
Either this was an insult or a compliment. Pia hoped it was the last one.

"Err.. Thanks. I guess..", she replied, fidgetting a little with her hands. "And I am sure I won't make you wilt. I mean.. You look better than me..".
Pia's voice trailed off.
"Sorry, I was being rude. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Pia. Pia Marie Hov. And I am supposed to help you swim. And I'll take you up on your offer."

Feeling very awkward, she entered the jacuzzi. Glancing at Cala as she did so. Compared to the other woman, Pia felt even plainer than usual. Not only did Cala look quite stunning, she had this whole exotic quality about her. Even more, she seemed to have some sort of quality, a certain attitude, that could only be described as sex appeal.

"So, where do you want to start? With the training, I mean?"

The flush of red that colored those round cheeks was adorable and sexy at the same time. So innocent, such purity in thought and deed it made me wonder when I had become so jaded. It was that innocence I wanted to rub up against and hope maybe a little rubbed off on me. Yet she surprised me in more ways than one. It seemed she was playing the double engender word games as well. There was a wiity charm to it all that made me really want to rub up against her. Ok…it had been a few rough days since I had rubbed up against any one and that was playing havoc with me as well

Might as well play back, I thought, though frankly the blue suit was a hindrance.

“Oh the offer stands…should have brought the video camera, might be able to learn something by watching as well. As for were to start, I’d like it to be the breast stroke myself” Pausing, watching those big blue eyes all innocent like while she picked up the double meaning. I was not disappointed. I could feel my body relaxing …enjoying the mirth…”But I suppose I need to learn to flout first, and having your hands on me to guide me just might take my mind off drowning…I leave myself in your capable hands whatever come what may…and I do hope it comes.” I winked, sliding closer in the water, not taking my eyes off of hers. I had little doubt that I was going to enjoy my lessons.

“Maybe it should be naked swim lessons….” I could not wait to make a personal porno with this steamy dish. I had little doubt it would sell well on the internet. There were ways of being a porn star even here at school…One just had to see the possibilities.

OOC: Great artwork! I love what you did to Pia's hair! And Cala looks great as always!)

Pia laughed at Cala's quick jokes. This girl made her feel a weird mixture of amusement and embarrassment, mixed with a small tingle of something else.. A tiny tingle of, well, excitement, most definitely. She also had to admit she was taken by surprise by the innuendo.

Pia found she liked the charismatic woman, even if she was not quite sure if she was making fun of her, just joking around or something else..
Is she hitting on me?
Pia quickly dismissed the thought. She was just making fun, she was sure.
But if she were, would that be a bad thing?

"Well, I'd rather we make sure we have the basics covered before I let you swim all the way to San Fernando." Pia countered, trying to keep up with the conversation.
As she thought of it, she had no problem about picturing Cala at an adult film set, probably wearing nothing but a pair of heels, maybe some sparkling jewelry to highlight her dark skin, with someones hands running down her body..
Pia, Stop that!, she berated herself. Now she was getting hot and bothered as well. As if trying to hide her own naughty thoughts, she let herself sink a little further down into the water.

"So, uh, what do you need to learn? I mean at what level are you? Is this your first time, or do you just need more practice. Err. With swimming."
Pia paused a bit, trying to sound a bit more professional.
"I thought about doing it in the pool first, start out slowly and going deeper, I mean, on to the deeper end. We could possibly do a session on the beach later, if you wish. Practicing more. In the sea. Later. Once you feel ready. Maybe".
Pia's voice trailed off. Now she found double meaning in pretty much anything, like her brain had been stuck in one track.

Leaning in closer I could smell her and wondered what she thought of the roses that mixed so well with her scent. It was intoxicating, and suddenly I felt that low aching need deep in my belly. For the moment I was startled, this never having happened to me before, a strange heady rush of blood to places that only happened when I had been with a boy. What had changed? Was it her?

Some how I had gotten my heart feeling things it just hadn’t before. The longing for a chance to just hold someone, talk to them, to build a bridge of understanding. The way her face searched my own, the words she used, I had to think it was mutual. No doubt the wicked surprise was etched upon my own face.

I moved into her personal space…close…but no close enough to touch, my body tense with the impending doom of death in the water, and feelings that swirled like a tempest inside me. I knew not what to think and so continued the game…a flirty fun little game of innuendo that masked the desire I was feeling.

“Pia, I sink….water is a terror and my instructor thought It would be best to learn from someone that might relax me…teach me the strokes, slowly at first…building up to something I could find pleasure in and not be afraid.“ I could feel the heat rising to my face, “I’d like to go deeper eventually, but for now lets stay in the shallow end, a soft slow start that can build up to deeper waters. I’d Love to go to the beach with you….swim in the ocean…I hear you can body surf and that is something I would really like you to teach me.” I grinned at the suggestion…the suggestive nature of it wondering if I was being too coy.

“ I agree though…the pool is a better place to start. I get the feeling you like being all wet, so do I….I need to relax, learn to breath, Learn so many things I really don’t understand. “she was close…so close. I wanted to break that small divide of air between us…wanted things that had nothing to do with swimming but I had to learn it. I could not, would not fail at the swimming or….the other. She was just too fun.

Cala did not need to worry about her surprise about her own feelings being obvious to Pia. To her, the other girl seemed quite confident and natural. To be honest, Pia felt a bit like a gray mouse next to her. Cala was funny and quick witted, and besides, she looked good. She made her blue swimsuit look good, while Pia felt a bit uncomfortable in her standard issue swimwear. She wished she had used her own swimsuit. Well, if it hadn't been ruined..

Besides, Pia had enough to think about her own reactions. She might deny it, but Pia felt a definite attraction to the other girl. It was not just sexual, far from it, but there was something sexual to it. Pia liked to think of herself as straight, but she would be a fool not to admit she did sometimes feel something more than that towards her own sex.
Besides, what about my experiences here could possibly be defined as straight, she mused to herself.
Whatever she felt, she knew she enjoyed having her close to her.

"I think I understand", she said, smiling, not quite sure if she did. "The first step, floating, you can do already, you just got to believe that you do. The second step, moving in the general direction you want comes after that. After that, the fear is gone, and everything else is just practice and experimentation."

As she said this, she turned more towards Cala, and her leg accidentally brushed against hers.
"I got to admit I am not terribly good at being someones teacher.", she said."So if you got any questions or I am to fast or slow or anything, just say so, OK?"

Laughing, that sort of light hearted small laugh that rang quietly across the bubbling waters. I liked her…she had spunk that warred with a certain small shyness. In made her special, endearing, and not at all threatening; A warm soft place to snuggle up into. I could feel some of the tenseness leave my muscles.

“You’re sweet…no really…and smart…a welcome banter that is fun and makes me relax which helps according to the swim coach. He says I need to relax if I am going to swim, but I am scared of drowning and that is all I seem to do…so…do anything you need to help me relax and I can think of some nice ways to hold me that could do the trick…have to think about something other than the water.” I winked…not breaking the contact…enjoying it and knowing that it was here hands that were going to keep me floating…her body that would save me.

“But I don’t float yet…I sink…so please … hold me…teach me….so I can learn to float while you are around.”… so warm…that touch…so warm and kind, not the bad kind of friend to have. Someone to trust….I wanted to in lots of ways that went beyond a pool. “I do so look forward to a little body surfing.”

I held out my hand, forefinger close to her nose and could not close the gap. I wanted to touch her…but I had to learn and giving in to my desires was not going to get the job done..but….oh whatever. I let our bodies touch…then slid downwards my own form of body surfing…into the water letting my body slide against hers…taking up her hands in mine and rotating them to hold my head as I well…sank into the watery depths of the shallow hot tub. Water sputtered from my lips…”I sink…..” of course my hands holding hers up at my head was not the way floating had been explained to me…maybe I need to let Pia shift…

"Well, I'm not actually that good at body surfing..yet, I..ohh!", Pia began feebly, her voice getting smaller, almost inaudible.

"Oh.. mm mm!", she added with involuntary delight as Cala's body rubbed against hers. The feeling made her feel like she was glowing. It was an intense, erotic feeling, but so unlike the unwilling arousal some of the denizens of the island had managed to inspire in her.
Pia forced herself to not moan out, but her breathing was clearly heavier.

Silly me! I don't even know this girl! What is this about her?

Somehow, Cala had managed to bypass Pia's many layers of mental defense, so finely honed after her arrival here, and just made her at ease. In fact, this was the first time for too long that Pia did not think about potential terrors lurking in shadows. The plain truth was, Pia just liked her, and Pia desperately needed some cheering up.

Gathering her wits, she let her hands go down to Cala's shoulders, noting to herself how smooth and good her skin felt.
"I won't let you sink. Promise.", she said. Putting her hands below Cala's arms, she gently pulled at her, making sure her head was above the water. This brought their heads a little closer as well, but Pia did not mind.
"Besides, I think the swimming coach code of honor commands me to split my belly if I let my pupil drown in a jacuzzi"

As she spoke my shoulders loosened, my breathing became deeper and I could feel the tension ooze from my very pores. It felt good to be able to trust someone, to be able to relax around them and know you were in safe hands….like State Farm. The mind is a strange place, the way a commercial can suddenly play itself out. Yet, it was those hands I needed to trust to keep my head up as my body sank in the frothy water. Legs out and together, arms out, arching my back as she held me under my shoulders and leaned forward as if to … kiss me?

That look, those lips….soft beaconing, kissable. I would not say no. After my last encounter with a man… a reward according to Vera, I found trust hard to come by. He’d been a pig, a psychotic little man bent on hurting and pain. I needed more in my life. I needed friends who you could love and trust. I missed that, my body and mind craved it. That strong want and need to belong, to be part of something bigger. And the more Pia helped me the more I wanted to help her…to be there for her. That desire was beginning to spiral into something deeper. I could feel it in my gut…feel it in my heart as it beat faster in my chest.

Fear of rejection, not of what she might do to me ruled my life. I did not understand fully why, it was what it was. And yet as I flouted…really flouted I could not pull my head up without sinking. She would have to make the move. I did not wait for others. I set my sites on things in life and went for them. Could I learn to give and not take….would she be the one that taught me to float in life as well as in the water?

“It’s ok if you do…. “ my voice lost it would seem in the churning water. My heart felt like that water, unsure of what I was doing. Out of my element for all the playful words. Fuck….I was not used to flouting. I closed my eyes and whispered. “I mean kiss me….not the sinking … and definably not the Hari-kari stuff either.” The innuendo was gone…and time stood still while I wondered if she could remove the fear that swirled in my heart as well as keep me afloat.

Blue eyes wide, mind racing, Pia tried to process the invitation. Becuase this was a clear invitation. Not just some jokes that could be laughed off later. She could say yes or no. She had not meant to lead Cala up to this.
No. That was a lie.
Part of her had toyed with the idea, even if she had not realized its full implications.

Because a kiss meant something to Pia. She was not sure what, but it had a value to her. The one time, the one and only time she could claim to have stood up to one of the.. things, was when it had tried to make her kiss it. She had actually drawn blood with her teeth. She had been raped until she was unable to walk in reaspose, but she did not want to dwell on that.

It was just that a kiss should be something nice. A bit special.
And this isn't? Quit stalling, Pia! God, I am such a coward!
She wrapped her arms around Cala, soaking up a bit of that special warmth only another human being can give you. The other girl had such nice lips. Nice mouth.
Ready or not..
Pia leaned closer. Opening her mouth a little, she moved towards the other girl and softly placed her lips on hers. She hesitated a bit before adding a tiny bit more determination to the intimate gesture.

The arms that held me safe in the water slipped further around me…tightening, her body pressing to mine. A heat flowed from her to me, the warm waters of the Jaquizzi cold by way of contrast. My heart seemed to stop…the world spun more slowly has the heat of her lips closed on mine. Motion, slow and hesitating at first when our lips met grew more passionate, more urgent. I could not help but respond and found the way my heart now resumed beating, the way the heat flowed in my veins, the way I felt to be so different than anything I had experience heretofore.

Alien, it was the only way to describe the sensation and yet it felt so natural. Like riding a bike for the first time, familiar but each one is different and Pia was just as much that dichotomy of the familiar and the unfamiliar as a new bike could be. She was of course much more than a bike. I could like a bike…I could … Love?, this warm wonderful person. Then, in the moment, I had to question my own sexuality once more. What was it that I wanted in relationships or was I just that screwed up about them to be afraid of a bond with a man that I choose a woman? Or did I like women better…differently…or did I need to live in the moment and learn to enjoy it.

But I did enjoy it. Responding in kind I moved closer, looping an arm around her neck, my hand upon the back of her head the long blond braids falling to each side of her. My tongue found its way to making the kiss even deeper. A slow exploration of this other woman, sister, friend and lover. A stranger just a few minutes ago and already I was feeling closeness…or at least lust that seemed to bridge the unfamiliar with the familiar.

Our lips left one another, eyes fluttering open as my tongue played along my lips in a fond remembrance. Once more I leaned back, relaxing on the soft bed of water.

“I am learning….learning a lot… so much…mmmmmm…..good. special. So soft and warm…an….shit my heart is hammering in my chest like it wants loose.” Smiling at the last, feeling that chemistry of attraction I had not felt for men. With them it had been a need born of desperation I think…shit what was wrong with me having to evaluate everything right now.

With a spin and a splash I shifted in the water no longer caring about swimming or floating or anything except to explore the feelings and sensations that my new found friend instilled in me. Closing the gap between us I let our bodies touch and gently let me fingers begin the first explorations of the bountiful curves of this blond busty beauty.

“You are sooooo special” deep blue eyes far richer in color than the waters of the pool stared back into mine.

When their lips parted, the first thing Pia felt was fear that Cala would think her a poor kisser. Cala sure was a good one. It felt good. Heavenly, even. So good that that even Pia's hundred little anxieties did not matter.

“You are sooooo special”

"No. I'm not special." Pia said earnestly, looking back into those dark eyes. Wondrous eyes. Golden specks like hidden treasures. Eyes she could drown into. "But you make me feel special.."
Pia's voice felt heavier, somehow. Like a big ball of emotion was settling in her belly, making the words seem larger, somehow. A big ball of happiness, uncertainty, excitement and well, lust. Not lust as an urge that needed to be secretly satisfied as soon as she was secure in her own company, or the dark, dangerous, unwilling lust she hated to even acknowledge.

No, this was desire of a different sort.
Uh-oh, Pia! Could this be.. it?
Pia had been in love a few times before, but that had been for boys, and had been mostly, a bittersweet melancholy, a longing for something she truly did not expect to get. Perhaps the idea of falling in love, more than the thing itself.
Whatever this was, it was more real. Nearer. Almost solid.

Pia giggled a little as Cala made the water splash. And then her hands on Pia's body banished all thought. Pia's hands moved on their own accord, exploring the slender, yet strong body next to her own.

"You are a wonderful woman" Pia whispered, not even sure she could be heard. "I'm not sure what happened. Is happening. But I am glad it did."

Her fingers found me soon after I found her. Two souls, two bodies, two minds seemed to suddenly reach out to one to the other in an effort to find something deeper. I had not meant to find this thing…these feelings when I walked into the room. I had not meant to find it here at this school, this sudden discovery of me and who I might be…and her. Oh yes, her….Pia, this sister of mine who snuggled up into me arms and felt so safe, loving and exciting, well..and inviting as if I was not a stranger at all. Arms that hugged, and hands that probed, looking for a deeper meaning to what she seemed to feel much like myself.

The hesitant nature of her touches made me think that this was not a common occurrence with her. She made me feel a certain innocence and vulnerability that I did not and would not take lightly. I might be willing to bed someone as a fuck buddy in my past, but this…this felt different. I wanted someone to talk to, to depend on…not just someone in my bed. That smile, those wide open eyes made me believe she wanted it too. But would she want my baggage as well.

“Pia….I…I’ve never felt on pins and needles like I do now. You need to know…this…this is all strange, but a good strange to me. I’ve…well I’ve had boys in my bed as fuck buddies, never for more than a night, never close. I had my best friend in my bed with a boy, but while we did things it was purely out of pleasure and to make the boy squirm. I…too am glad and yet unsure. “ Laughter bubbled upward as her fingers wove their way along ticklish ribs. “but sister, that will earn you payback”

Fingers sought the hard ridges of her ribs, pressing, pocking….caressing those sensitive places as water splashed about our bodies and sloshed over the edges of the pool in small wet ever widening circles. So like the sensations that wove their way in my gut and spread outwards….ever outwards till my whole body seemed light and happy, forgetting the things that gave me nightmares in the dark while I basked in this new found friends healthy light.

The tickling subsides as I worm my way closer once more and turn to caresses that trace the suites edges in long graceful curves as if the fabric itself dissuades more pronounced advances. CLoseing my eyes I let our lips touch, soft….then exploring, harder….finding the warmth I seek…

“Hmmmmm”