11. Taste that sweet pus*y again.

Vera's POV

Mr. Blacksmith, our coach blows the whistle and all five of us swimmers adjust our goggles and quickly make a dive into the water.

“Woo-hoo!” All the Dame high school students in the stadium shout praises at us and clap.

“Go girl!! Yeah kill it, Vee!!” I hear Sage shout my name amongst the audience and I increase my swimming pace.

My hands shove in and out of the blue waters of the pool. I wade carefully enough not to swim over to the hurdle.

It'll take about five more seconds to reach the end of the pool where the coach is watching us with those dark eyes of his.

“Shit!” I curse as I realize I’m almost reaching the hurdle and swerve back into the middle.

I close my mouth tightly to avoid water finding its way into my mouth…and…

“Yeah!!” Everyone screams as I reach the edge first and climb out.

A loud ovation flies through the air while I breathe in short pants. Mr. Blacksmith gives me a long look.

But, hell…I realize too late that he's only looking at my breasts. The sport