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e-dubbc11 · 6 months

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A Taste of Fall

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You bring Billy to a place that holds a lot of special childhood memories for you. It’s one of your favorite places and just want to create some nice memories for him.

A/N: My dear Lily @munsonownsmyass and I had a lovely day at B.F Clyde’s cider mill in my hometown during her visit and I thought Billy would just love how peaceful it is there. Sometimes he just wants to get away from the busy city and escape to someplace quiet…with you ❤️ I made this as a side story to the Take a Lap series because some of that series takes place in my hometown also. I’ll leave that series linked HERE

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Are there always so many bees here, baby?” Billy asked, swatting the ones that were buzzing around his face.

It was your first time taking Billy to the cider mill in your hometown.

The crisp autumn air brushed past your faces. The scent of ripe apples and kettle corn hung in the air as you watched your boyfriend take in all the sites around him, the converted barn that sold mementos like glassware, clothing, and post cards to the little cottage where you can purchase apple cider and anything cider related, like donuts, pies, other pastries, and wine.

“There are ripe apples everywhere, Billy. And it’s not really cold yet so they’re still out.” You said with a warm smile and helping him to shoo the bees away.

It really was a beautiful day, the sun touched the high points of your faces and the air was cool and dry. It was difficult to pry your eyes away from him, Billy was just so handsome. When he stepped into the sunlight, his hair didn’t look as dark, the light brown strands of hair were more prominent than you thought, but his perfect smile was still just as bright as when you first met him, brighter than that early afternoon sun and that smile was all for you.

He pointed to a spot on the deck where they were doing wine tasting, he looked at you with raised eyebrows and biting down on his lower lip as if to silently ask you if you wanted to taste some wine.

“You wanna taste some wine, handsome?” You asked rhetorically. Of course you knew the answer to that question.

Billy was always holding your hand, everywhere you went and today was no exception. Lightly pulling you toward the wine stand, he had the look of an excited child in his eyes which you loved to see, it made your heart happy to give him the cider mill experience you had growing up.

The lovely little town where you grew up was picture perfect and he had experienced it during the summer months when you were helping him train for his first triathlon but this was his first time being there during the autumn months.

He was so used to being in the city, you thought it might be boring for him. There wasn’t a lot of night life or fancy restaurants like New York City but he loved it, he really loved it.

It was where he fell in love with you.

You had invited him into your family home, introduced him to your parents and your brothers and a few towns over was where the triathlon was where he told you he loved you for the first time. You really loved sharing this part of your life with him.

“Which one do you like the best, sweet girl?” He asked, taking another sip.

“I’ve always been partial to the spiced apple wine, especially when you warm it up.” You replied.

He drew your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“I like this Blackout one too, it’s really good.” He said.

You chuckled a little.

“Why is that funny, baby?” He asked with a furrowed brow.

Resting your hand against his chest, you proceeded to tell him the story about how your brother got really drunk off of that particular one while tailgating at a football stadium, got sick and eventually got kicked out of the stadium and wasn’t allowed back.

“He had to complete a course before they’d let him back in the stadium!” You said with a wide smile.

Billy laughed with you. It was always so nice to see and hear him laugh.

“You wanna go watch them press the cider? It’s the only working steam powered cider press in the country, ya know.” You stated.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I’d love to.” Said Billy.

This time you pulled him by the hand into where they press the apples for the cider. He listened as you told stories about going there when you were young and how back then where they pressed the cider was the same place you would buy it. They didn’t have the little general store like they did now. There was so much more to see and buy now.

As you sat on the porch in the Adirondack chairs, you reminisced about the little basset hound that used to run around and play with you while you were there.

“He was so cute, tripping over his long ears. His name was Rags.” You said.

Billy took a sip of his cider slush and a bite of his donut. His sweet tooth was more than satisfied with all the goodies they had inside and he loved listening to you tell stories of your childhood but it made you feel sad that he didn’t get experience anything like this when he was young.

You brushed the back of his hand with your finger, a small gesture but he loved when you reached for him, touched him, and it showed him how much you loved him.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” You said softly, the smile slowly disappeared from your face.

Confused, he brought his gaze up to meet yours. “Sorry? For what, my love?” He asked.

“That you didn’t get to do anything like this when you were young, that you don’t have any stories about playing in piles of leaves, carving pumpkins into Jack o’ lanterns, or dressing up for Halloween. I’m—I’m just so sorry, baby.”

You moved out of your chair and went to sit on Billy’s lap, brushed his beard with your thumbs and slowly inched closer to his face until you were sharing the same air.

You could still faintly smell his cologne as you leaned in to kiss him, a couple of granules of sugar were still stuck to the corner of his mouth and you could still taste the sweet cider on his lips.

Billy welcomed your kiss, you could feel his long slender fingers on the back of your neck holding you firmly in place, not wanting to let you go, and he let out a long exhale along the side of your neck that sent delightful sparks down your spine.

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweet girl.” He purred in your ear. “I get to do all of those things now…with you. I actually feel part of a family…your family. So it’s ok. I’m still learning to let things go but these good memories are replacing the bad ones.”

Your pulse started to quicken and warmth spread across your cheeks as tears welled up in your eyes. Billy never getting to be part of a family broke your heart and you never wanted anything more than for him to know he was loved and wanted.

You’ve had a few hiccups in your relationship so far like when he disappeared before the triathlon because he was scared of his feelings and a few other situations up to this point but he thanked you for being patient with him. It was all still so new to him.

“Oh Billy…” You said tearfully, nervously playing with the buttons on his green flannel shirt.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes and brushed the tear away from your cheek with his thumb. He flashed that million dollar smile at you…they always just melted your insides. Billy planted a soft kiss on your lips, he tasted the salt from your tears and the sugar from the donut.

“You have any idea how much I love you, sweet girl?” He asked.

Still staring into his endless brown eyes, Billy’s fingers suddenly became warm against your face and you could feel the heat radiating from his shirt.

You just wanted to curl up in his lap and stay there for as long as he would let you. Your smiles were chasing each other over his lips, one right after another, he made you so happy.

“I think I might have a little bit of an idea.” You said with a warm smile. “I love you too, handsome.”

Curled up and resting your head on his shoulder, you had an idea.

“Hey! You wanna go for a swim? The water at the beach is still warm, you can start practicing for your next triathlon.” You said with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.

“I should get a jump on next year, huh.” He said.

You heard your phone buzzing in your purse. Looking at the screen, you saw your youngest brother’s name and his goofy picture.

“Oh, it’s my brother…hello? We’re at the cider mill…and we’re gonna go for a swim after we leave here…yes, I told you we would carve pumpkins with you later. We’ll be over in a little while…I’m sure Billy would love to see the pictures you took with the drone he gave you…yeah, we’ll see you in a little while…I love you too, byeeeee!”

A little laugh escaped Billy’s mouth when you hung up which made you chuckle too.

“He’s in his 20’s but I swear that kid is gonna be 10 years old in his mind forever but I do love that about him. So strap in baby, he has some pictures to show you.” You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickled your lips.

“Oh I’m ready, my love.” He said with a warm smile.

Billy didn’t tell you that day and he never really thought about it until now but he thought about what it would be like doing all of those autumn activities with his own kids, the kids he wanted to have with you.

He wondered who they would look like…you or him. Or would they be a combination of the two of you? He knew he loved you that much already that he, Billy Russo, had given some serious thought to settling down and making you his wife.

Every minute Billy spent with you and your family, he couldn’t wait to do it again because it would be a day where he wouldn’t have to be alone. He could be part of something he had so desperately wanted since he was a small child, and he had finally found the person that was willing to bring him in, to show him kindness and patience, and love him for exactly who he is because that’s what family is supposed to do.

And he never wanted to let that go…ever.

P.S. the story of her brother getting kicked out of a football stadium because he was too drunk? Yep, happened to my brother! And he did have to take a class before they’d let him back in again 🤣🤣🤣

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hotchxreid · 1 year

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Jealousy sex with Spencer and hotch 🤭

I got TWO requests for jealousy sex, so I gotta give the people what they want 😘

If one more sex worker came on to Reid, Hotch thought he might lose his mind.

Although Reid would always gently turn them down for their so called “discount for a handsome young man” it didn’t stop the women - and some men - from trying to paw at his boyfriend. Reid constantly look flustered as they walked the alleys and street corners that the workers were known to frequent as they asked around for any information on their unsub, but so far nothing was turning up.

And Reid’s nervous flush lit up his face red from the tips of his ears and down to his neck.

Hotch wanted to be the only one to make Reid blush like that.

That’s how they ended up in Spencer’s hotel room the night the case closed with his back pressed the wall by Aaron’s strong body. He was so fit from his triathlon training and Spencer was absolutely reaping the benefits.

Aaron had one of Spencer’s legs hooked over his arm that was gripping the lithe hip, letting him hit that little bundle of nerves deep inside on nearly every thrust. He gripped Spencer’s hips tight enough to bruise as he kept him pressed into the wall while he bit and sucked across delectable collarbones. They were just about equal height, making it so easy for Aaron to piston his hips and fuck Spencer into the wall nice and deep, just how they liked, just how they needed.

Spencer was struggling to keep his volume in check, giving soft aborted moans and whimpers. “Oh fuck don’t stop, don’t stop Aaron. Oh fuck.”

“Yeah? Like that, baby? Who fucks you best, hm? Who gives it to you just how you need it?”

“You! You do. Oh.”

“That’s right. This is might perfect, tight little hole, yeah? Just made for my cock, baby. Taking it so fucking well.”

Spencer’s head slammed back against the wall with a deep groan. Aaron is usually quiet in bed and getting him to this state where he just didn’t care always did things to Spencer’s ego. He’s the one who drove their stoic unit chief wild enough to fuck him in their shitty hotel with Dave in the room next to them.

“Who do you belong to?” Aaron grunted out. He felt himself starting to lose pace as he got closer to finishing and he needed Spencer to come on his cock before he’d let himself get there.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” Spencer chanted his name as his nails raked up the man’s back, making Aaron hiss. He loved it though, loved having his own marks from Spencer. He was just as much Spencer’s as Spencer was his, and he loved the feeling of butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when he’d look over his shoulder in the mirror to see them in the days following.

“My good boy,” Aaron panted against his neck. “So good for me. Gonna fuck you nice and deep, fill you up with my cum, fucking claim you.”

Spencer came with a wail that was bit off by a bruising kiss from Aaron to quiet him at least a little. He felt the sticky substance shoot onto his stomach, rubbing off on Aaron as he continued to pound into him, chasing his own orgasm before Spencer got too sensitive.

Aaron felt Spencer clench down on his cock, causing him to moan hotly against his lips. His hips slowed to hard and deep, filling Spencer up with his cum as he rumbled lowly into the space where their breaths mingled.

“Mine.”

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x spencer reid smut #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #hotchreid #hotchreid smut #hotch x reid #heid smut

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hathousehappenings · 5 months

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58. On A Roll

We have our first honest-to-goodness guest star in this episode! You can tell that by this time the show was gaining popularity and the D*sney Execs wanted to see what they could get out of it.

It's fun to see more ladies visit Wonderland. Christopher Templeton was just adorable as Hedda. I loved her energy and spirit with the character. I -do- wish that they'd given her something cuter to wear, but that's just me. A pink Hatter suit is fine, but I wish they'd shown more of her personality through her outfit. But for a one-time character it's fine.

Hatter and Hare's Triathlon song is a favorite of mine. I listen to it a lot when I need to get hyped up for a workout.

Otherwise it's an okay episode. I do think that it's notable that it tackles a topic that most 90's shows didn't really deal with. Trying to teach how to be respectful of people who are disabled and how they can do just as much as more able-bodied persons, just in a different way, isn't something most shows were dealing with. The effort and heart was there.

I don't know where the idea came from for the picture this week. I was thinking about how it would be funny if except for her being covered in an ugly pink tracksuit she had her arms showing and if they were buff and things just kind of evolved from there. This is a departure from my regular drawings for the WW, but I'm still happy with this.

#aiw1992 #aiw #adventures in wonderland #wonderland watchthrough #fanart #my art #hedda hatter #hatter #christopher templeton #please ignore another ugly UGLY background #and the wonky wheelchair wheels #i was going for more of a racing wheelchair design and only realized once I was done how broken it looks

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes has reawakened my hunger games phase and so I've casted it with 90s musicians. Here's who I have so far. I need more participants, though.

President: The-90s-music-colosseum

Announcers: The Gallagher brothers

Gamemaker:

District 1 (Luxury): Jarvis Cocker, Dave Navarro

District 2 (masonry): Serj Tankian

District 3 (Technology): Björk, Thom Yorke

District 4 (Fishing):

District 5 (Electricity): Kirk Hammett

District 6 (Transportation): Colin Greenwood (his triathlon)

District 7 (Lumber): Fiona Apple

District 8 (Textiles): Damon Albarn, Courtney Love?

District 9 (Grain):

District 10 (Livestock): Kurt Cobain, Jerry Cantrell (Horse)

District 11 (Agriculture): Alex James, Jonny Greenwood

District 12 (Mining):

Oh my god this is just. Stunning. The correlations. The references. I think I'm in love. Suggesting Stone Gossard for District 12 because stones are minerals. And District 4 is very clearly Billy Idol.

This is the successor to Gruncharov actually

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games crack fic

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sketchy-the-changeling · 1 year

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On the top of your head, what are some of your favorite and least favorite eps of each season of Total Drama?

Island Favorite - Tri-Armed Triathlon Least Favorite - Brunch of Disgustingness. Eating challenges tend to be my least favorite in any competition show, and the episode is just one long puking compilation.

Action Favorite - 3:10 to Crazytown. Trent goes home and this episode in particular had a lot of good jokes. Least Favorite - Can't really pick one because the things I dislike about this season are prevalent in many episodes, not just one. I guess I'll go with Masters of Disasters because that was the start of Leshawna being treated like absolute shit for no (good) reason.

World Tour Favorite - Maaan this is a tough one. Maybe Greece's Pieces because it was the peak of Cody's arc, and made me root for him in the final three even though I knew he wasn't making it to the finals. Least Favorite - Can't Help Falling in Louvre. Sierra was insufferable enough. A whole episode where she pretends to be mad at Cody just so he could kiss up to her and beg for forgiveness for some shit he didn't even do? No thanks.

Revenge of the Island Favorite - A Mine is a Terrible Thing to Waste. Had the best Cameron and Mike friendship moment, which I'm here for, and Brick had the most genuinely heartwarming sendoff any contestant's ever gotten. Honorable mention goes to Up Up and Away in My Pitiful Balloon because of Cameron getting one over on Jo. Nice ending to that mini-arc. Least Favorite - Don't have one. This season is just solid all around. Yeah I don't like Commando Zoey, but not enough for me to call the episode she debuts in "bad."

All-Stars Favorite - No One Eggspects the Spanish Opposition. It gave us the Gwen and Cameron friendship, something I desperately wish we got more of. Honorable mention goes to Suckers Punched because of the Alejandro fight and that's the episode where Seirra goes home. Least Favorite - Uhhhhhhh can't pick one because like TDA, the things I don't like about this season span SEVERAL episodes and aren't isolated to just one. I guess I'll pick The Final Wreck-ening cause the finale really should have been a Gen 1 camper vs a Gen 2 camper, plus concluding Mike's arc with merging all his alters together is... super problematic for reasons that a person more knowledgeable about DID can explain better than me.

Pahkitew Island Imma keep it a buck, no episode in this season (off the top of my head) was impressive or unimpressive enough for me to pick a favorite or least favorite.

I guess my favorite episode is the one where Dave goes home and my least favorite is the one where Jasmine goes home.

Not sure if it's too soon to discuss TDI 2023, so if people want that, I'll just put it in a post separate from this one if someone asks for it.

#total drama #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama revenge of the island #total drama all stars #total drama pahkitew island #total drama island 2023

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zoofitness · 2 years

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Y’all I’m about to go to bed, but just wanted to share some good feelings

When I joined Haikyuu Twitter and got into fandom, I was at my lowest low I’ve ever been and knowing that a new season was coming out in October was quite literally what kept me going until then

But now I’ve started to have the strangest feeling the past couple of weeks…I want to live life yall. These two years have been so hard, but this is the year that I’m finally making it mine and realizing I deserve to have a fun, good life, and to keep on living it. For the first time ever I’ve taken a personal vacation girls trip, without family. I’m signing up for triathlons. And now I’m gonna try and buy tickets to see my chemical romance cause I know I’d regret it if I didn’t.

It’s a very bizarre feeling when for so long I’ve always said I wouldn’t make it to 30, and all of a sudden now I’m like…damn maybe I DO

This year is for me!!! Time to start living!!!

Love you all lots for helping in the journey 🥰

#positivity #things are looking up #I still struggle and not everything is perfect #but it’s so nice to finally recognize that I deserve happiness #idk I’m just happy #goodnight

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short-hot-stories · 12 days

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Erica's Man: Emma's 18th

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.

by MysteryTe. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"

It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.

Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends.

The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy.

The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.

He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home.

I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening!

I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.

Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.

She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering?

Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.

I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello.

As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was.

"Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face.

I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!"

Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.

Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?

I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted.

I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies.

After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway.

"Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!"

"You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.

My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me.

"We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"

I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock.

Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse.

The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.

Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.

She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants.

"Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance.

"It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation.

I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face.

"Are you sure you want..."

"Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length.

I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.

Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.

Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly.

"I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over.

The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed.

"Ready?" I asked simply.

Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled.

As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum."

"I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"

I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly.

After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position.

Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.

Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear!

I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma.

"Wh???"

"Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.

The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.

Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass.

"Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre.

"Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled.

"I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave.

"Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know.

"I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things."

by MysteryTe for Literotica.

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halloweeneveryday · 9 months

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Fishing trip

My story is a little long and perhaps sounds a bit unbelievable , well it sounds unbelievable to me and it happened to me! A couple of years ago i headed up to Cavan for a days lake fishing with a mate of mine, at the time I was training for a Triathlon and was sort of addicted to the training, so half hoping that the fishing would be slow I took my swimming gear with me so I could get an hours swim in. Well we arrived at Whitewood lake and sure enough after a couple of hours there was nothing doing on the fishing front, so I walked around the lake for my swim, far away from my friend who was still fishing away (so i wouldnt disturb his fishing ) I got into the water and it was that pitch dark that lakes usually are, and the water is strange, you expect it to be salty or chlorine but the taste startled me so perhaps this strangeness, the darkness and the brackish taste of the water had an effect in my mind regarding what I "saw" later. Well I began to swim and as anyone who's ever been into long distance sports, or any repetitive activity I soon zoned out, just concentrating on my stroke and getting into that "numb" brain stage. So I was literally just repeating in my mind my stroke, focussed on my technique and my breathing when, very suddenly I got a sharp sharp image of a woman deep beneath me under the water, drowned but looking up at me with her eyes open. I swear i've never gotten such a fright in my life - I could see the image for about 4 or 5 seconds, this woman looking at me from deep under the water. I nearly swallowed a huge gulp of lake water, i was terrified. It didn't feel good at all, the water didn't feel safe. I got a real sense of being somewhere I shouldn't be. So obviously as most sane people would do I turned around and swam the hell away as fast as i could, the image of the woman burned into my minds eye, I just kept my eyes closed on the way back to shore in case i saw her again. I dried myself and put my clothes back on and returned to my friend. He was watching me swimming and said that I was like a rocket on the way back in! So I told him what had happened, what I'ld seen and he looked pretty skeptical to say the least. About an hour later, both of us fishing away, when a local kid came traipsing across the field to us, this isn't unusual, locals often passing by ask how the fishing is going. "Nothing yet" says I. "well you know a few weeks ago they caught a skull over there" pointing over to where I was swimming. I **** you not. My mates jaw hit the ground, and I nearly fell over. We asked the kid for more info - but he hadn't got any,and I've looked online with no results. So maybe he just said it. made it up. But I;m quite sure that I saw - or even mentally "saw" if that makes sense, the ghost of a drowned woman in that lake. Still, didn't catch any fish though.

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#My life is creepy #every day is halloween #halloween everyday #ghosts #haunting #cavan #fishing #paranormal

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malstermonkey · 1 year

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Hold her hand.

I am in Canberra for the next few days, with the express purpose of seeing my wonderful daughter -- she’s in the middle of training for an upcoming triathlon (she’s set herself the target of making it onto the team for the next Commonwealth Games) and keeps apologising for not being here with me at all hours............as if that’s what I would want!

I think there’s is another angle to parenting: this one is about preparing your kids to set sail into the big wide world -- it requires discipline as it’s not about telling them what to do, it’s more about selfless support, about the knowledge (on their part) that when they fuck up there is no judgement, no retribution, just love, a shoulder to cry on. This is parenting with the long-term aim of being privileged to be part of the process of offspring becoming wonderful humans.....

And the pay-off is many-fold and enduring:

But, affirming as seeing your daughter on the podium is, real parenting comes in a different from altogether.....

Given that daughter is in the middle of a training session, we took off to the pool at 6pm (with temperatures of 33c it was no punishment) and smashed out a 2km splash-a-thon (she did 2.5km, of course).

Off to the pub, where we hoed into top grub (& well-deserved beer for me).

Walking back to the car through the soft evening light the conversation turned to my imminent departure from these shores and how she felt about that..........well, naturally, the words “all alone” were mentioned -- as a parent, at this point, you have to set aside your own sense of guilt (this conversation involves no “I”) and show compassion, understanding, reassure, comfort, salve, be DAD.

In the quiet thereafter (both of struggling with our most dire of inner thoughts) daughter carefully slipped her hand into mine and, for those moments, she was my little girl again........frail, a little uncertain, but determined nevertheless -- in fact, unbeatable and unbreakable.

And I? I was her rock (for those moments at least).

And what was I thinking about? I was thinking of you --- and how you once told me a story of how, when very young, you too slipped your hand into that of your father and how his hand conveyed nothing, how it was limp, cold, how it refused to give even the slightest hint of assurance, or security, or even love.

You reached out and were rebuffed (such is the heartless cruelty of of (some? most?) adults).

Consequently, I held daughters hand firmly, tenderly and tried, by means of this simple, natural action to give strength, to convey understanding, enduring support and bottomless empathy.

So, if anybody ever tells you you know nothing of parenting, this grateful parent will take up the cudgel on your behalf -- thank you for allowing me to draw on your (tragic) story........

...and now I’m off to cry myself to sleep.

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year

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Take a Lap

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, frustrated Billy, fluffy, some smooches, PG-13 for the most part.

Word Count: 5.1K-ish

Summary: Reader is a swim instructor/lifeguard at a pool. Billy is training for a triathlon but he needs a lot of help in the swimming area and reluctantly asks her for help.

A/N: Part 1 of 2, maybe 3. I’m not sure yet. Writing this brings back a lot of happy memories for me, I absolutely loved my job teaching swimming lessons, lifeguarding, helping triathletes. It was very rewarding, a lot of fun, and I miss it. It just didn’t pay the bills. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

5:30 am. The odor and warm air hit you as soon as you unlocked the door. The chlorine must be high today you thought to yourself as the early morning swimmers filed in close behind you, hot on your heels. They were quite impatient. You swore under your breath because the night guards forgot to put the lane lines before they left again. Putting them in was going to cut into their lap time but they helped you so it didn’t eat up too much of their time, they had a schedule to keep.

After tightening the lanes, the morning crowd started their workouts and it was time for you to test the chlorine level and it was a little high, just like you thought because of how strong the scent was when you walked in. The color of the water inside the tester would normally be a light pink, today however, the color was a bright magenta. It was a little too high and by the balminess in the pool area this morning, the temperature of the water was probably on the warmer side also.

Pulling the thermometer out of the water, you closely looked at the lines past the 80 degree line. It read 84. The water was slightly warmer than it should be for lap swimming. It was definitely too warm for you when you swam laps but you were working this morning not swimming so you decided not to worry too much about it because the morning crowd would worry enough for you.

As you sat in your chair, drinking your coffee, one of them called out to you.

“Water’s a little warm today.” She said.

Making sure she didn’t see you roll your eyes, you glanced down at your coffee mug before answering back. “It’s different every day, Sandy. I don’t have any control of the temperature but if you want, I can let the pool director know it’s too warm.”

Smiling at you, she asked. “Could you do that please, y/n? It gets really hot when you’re swimming laps.”

It’s not like you didn’t know how warm it got while swimming laps, you weren’t just a lifeguard. You had swam competitively, you were an instructor, a swim coach, and a lifeguard instructor. You knew your way around a pool and have always been very comfortable in the water.

“Anything for you, Sandy!” Only a hint of sarcasm in your voice but she didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re the best morning guard we’ve ever had, y/n!” She said.

“Well you know I aim to please.” You replied.

The morning rush ended around 9 am and then it was time for water aerobics, followed by pre-school swim lessons and lap swimming resumed around lunch time. While you were cleaning up from your lessons with the preschoolers, a tall, very handsome man with eyes as dark as obsidian, walked through the locker room doors.

His onyx colored hair was dripping wet from the shower, he had a well-groomed beard and in his hands were a pair of goggles and a swim cap. You noticed he had several scars on his body, a few of them were about the size of a bullet. Maybe he was in the service?

Your arms were full of kickboards and pool noodles as he walked toward you. He smiled at you, oh he had a perfect smile, and you felt yourself starting to blush. “Ya need some help, miss?” He asked.

His voice was smooth and incredibly sexy. Your cheeks were suddenly very hot and you struggled to get the words out.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you though. Swim anywhere you’d like, all the lanes are open.” You told him.

He occupied the last lane, closest to the wall.

After you put away the equipment you used for your lessons, you took a seat in your chair once again, watching him intently. He looked the part of a swimmer, putting on his swim cap and adjusting his goggles, he was even built like a swimmer.

When he pushed off the wall, it was very clear that he was NOT a swimmer. He had the basics down, he obviously knew how to swim but the technique was lacking…severely lacking. His stroke was atrocious and instead of turning his head to breathe, he lifted his head which caused his legs to drop below the surface of the water. He was, for lack of a better term, a mess.

It was tough for you to watch. The way he struggled to stay on top of the water, or halfway down the length of the pool, he’d grab on to the wall gasping for air. You kept a close eye on him, in case duty called.

You hated to watch him struggle though, he clearly needed help but you didn’t like to offer pointers if you weren’t being asked for advice, no one likes that. That’s not your place but a walk around the pool deck couldn’t hurt, there was stray equipment that needed to be picked up anyway.

When he reached the shallow end, he started to cough. It wasn’t a surprise, he probably sucked in a lot of water. It was clear he was unsure how to breathe while swimming.

You decided to ask if he was alright. “Hey are you ok? You can’t drown while I’m on duty, I don’t need you messing up my perfect record.” You joked.

Finally, his coughing subsided and he was able to answer you. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m training for a triathlon and swimming is not as easy as it looks.”

You’ve heard that before. “Well you’re not the only one who has thought it looks easy. It’s actually the hardest part.” You said.

He pulled his goggles away from his eyes and rested them on his forehead so he could look at you. “And why is that?” He asked, his tone sounded like he didn’t believe you.

Of course you had an answer. “Because swimmers have a greater lung capacity than someone who just bikes and runs. So if you practice the other two and dismiss the swimming part, it’s going to be incredibly difficult for you to even finish the swim.”

He stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, the water dripping off of his beautiful body was making you feel things you shouldn’t be.

“Well…do you have any advice for me?” He asked, looking up at you.

A sly smile stretched across your face. “I do…you need a coach.” You said.

He brushed the water out of his eyes. “I’m not sure I like that idea.” He told you.

“Well then you’re gonna end up drowning in open water. Have a nice day, mister.” And you started to walk away when he reached out to touch your hand. His touch took you a little by surprise and butterflies immediately stirred in your stomach.

“Ok, well do you have any immediate advice you can give me?” He asked, reluctantly.

You crouched down so you were eye level with him, which was a big mistake. His impenetrable brown eyes gazing into yours almost caused you to stumble over your words. “Turn your head to breathe, don’t lift it. Your legs will stay at the surface. Do a full exhale underwater, inhale when your face is out of the water.” You slowly walked back to your chair, you felt his eyes on you the entire time, and he pulled his goggles over his eyes to try again.

You could tell he wasn’t used to getting advice from other people, he seemed like the type that was in charge, he told people what to do not the other way around. He pushed off of the wall, and as he surfaced, you watched him turn his head to the side to breathe instead of lifting his head in front. He was already improving but he had a long way to go.

After swimming for about an hour, he exited the pool. His swim trunks clinging to all the right places, he was a terrible swimmer but he sure was attractive. Instead of going into the locker room, he headed straight for you.

Oh no. The butterflies were back.

“Look at that, he survived.” You said with a chuckle.

He laughed a little. “Yeah, I—uh wanted to tell you thank you. Your advice seemed to keep me horizontal in the water instead of sinking.”

Glancing back and forth from the pool to the black pools that were his eyes, you softly said. “You’re welcome. You’re still going to need a lot more training though, contrary to what you may think, I DON’T want you to drown.”

“Maybe I’ll look into it.” He said. “I’m Billy, by the way. Billy Russo.” He extended his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Billy, I’m y/n and I am your humble guardian while you swim, if you wanna call what you were just doing ‘swimming’.” You said, making air quotes with your fingers and extending your arm to meet his.

He chuckled again. “It’s nice to meet you too, y/n.” He glanced down at the wet tile floor and back up to your face. “I guess, I’ll see you around.”

“Have a nice day, Billy. Don’t drown in the shower, I’m not allowed to leave the pool deck.” You said with a slight smile.

He turned to head toward the locker room but quickly turned back. “Ok look, I really would like to do well in this triathlon so I could use all the help I can get.”

“What exactly are you asking me, Mr. Russo?” You knew what he wanted to ask, but you just wanted him to say it out loud.

The look on his face said it all. He REALLY didn’t want to ask for help but he knew if he wanted to survive the triathlon, he would need your help.

“Y/n, guardian of the pool and keeper of swim knowledge. Will you please help me not to drown and train me for this triathlon?” He begged.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Awwww, you’re cute when you beg. Alright, I’ll help you. But it will be easier for me to help you if I can get in the water with you so you’re gonna have to come when I get off.” You said.

Billy chuckled.

“When I’m done with work, funny guy!” You were blushing again. “Tomorrow, 3 o’clock or 1500, I know you service guys talk like that.”

He looked surprised. “How did you know I was in the service?”

You bit down on your lower lip and shied away from him a little. “Well it was just a guess…but your haircut for one but I, um…I saw your scars. They look like—shit I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. I’m so sorry.”

He gave you a warm smile. “Y/n, really it’s ok. Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime. I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gave you a wink as he walked away. This was going to be tough, you were crushing hard on Billy Russo and you thought maybe he was crushing a little on you too.

That night when you arrived home, you went to work right away on putting together workouts for you and Billy to do. You typed up drills that would improve his stamina, they would make him stronger, and faster.

It was difficult to get Billy off your mind though, you could only imagine the stories he has. His eyes were beautiful but they looked sad, and distant but looked like they had plenty to say. You snapped back to reality and remembered he wants you to train him not date him.

“Snap out of it, y/n. So what if he’s the hottest man you’ve ever seen, you have work to do.” Those words danced around in your head all night, it was difficult to fall asleep and you needed sleep if you were going to work AND train tomorrow.

The morning flew by and as it got closer and closer to 3 o’clock, you started to get nervous because you knew he would be coming in soon. Your swim cap and goggles were in your hands, ready to go when you heard the locker room door open and Billy walked out onto the pool deck, right on time.

He smiled as he walked toward you. “Ok, y/n. I’m ready to learn.”

Billy noticed the papers, they were inside a clear plastic folder so they wouldn’t get wet. His expression softened and he pointed at the paper in your hand as the two of you walked over to the last swim lane. “What are, uh—what are all those numbers on that paper?” Now he sounded a little nervous.

“Oh this?” You held up the paper in front of his face. “These are our workouts. You scared, Russo?” You asked, taunting him just a little.

“Uh, yeah maybe a little. Those are a lot of numbers.” He said.

“In the water, soldier. Let’s go.” You said as you jumped into the shallow end.

You had to hand it to Billy, he did pick up your lessons very quickly. You explained that one length of the pool is 25 yards so anytime he saw 4 x 50 on the paper, he knew he had to swim two lengths of the pool, four times. Or if he saw 4 x 100, he had to swim four lengths of the pool, four times, and so on. You’d give him periods of rest also, not as long as he wanted but he could keep track of his rest times on the pace clock.

“Ok, I just have one question. What’s a pace clock?” He asked.

You tried to hold in your laughter but you couldn’t. “The pace clock is that GIANT clock on the wall, at eye level Billy.”

After his short sprints, his rests of ten seconds infuriated him and he would get very angry with you. “Why do I only get to rest ten seconds, y/n?!!” He yelled, trying to catch his breath. People stopped to stare. “It’s not enough time!”

“You need to build your lung capacity and endurance, Billy. That’s the only way you’re gonna be able to do this!" You yelled back, you weren’t intimidated by him even though he towered over you. It kind of turned you on if you were being honest with yourself.

Every day for 8 weeks, you worked with him, giving him different work outs and working on various speeds and distances. He was getting better but still frustrated with himself and you were pretty sure it was because you were better than he was. Billy had to be the best…at everything.

Concentrating on certain areas of the body, sometimes you would work on just using your arms with the assistance of a pull buoy. “What do I do with that?” He asked.

“Stick this in between your thighs and pinch your legs together, it keeps your legs in place and afloat so you can just concentrate on your arms.” You said. “And after that, we can work on your kicking using the kickboard.”

“You’re gonna kill me, ya know that?” He said. “And how many times do I have to do this?” He picked up the plastic sleeve to look at the workout. “2 x 250’s?! Ah, come on y/n!”

Trying to hold in your laughter, you covered your mouth so he wouldn’t see you smiling. “Calm down, Russo. I’m not asking you to sprint, I want you to work on your form. These should be leisurely swims, you don’t have to go fast.”

Billy looked up, you were standing near the ladder ready to watch him and critique his form if you needed to when he asked. “Can I see you do it first?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you snatched a pull buoy from the basket and jumped into the water. “Ok, I’ll do a 250 so you can see what I’m lookin’ for, just walk along the pool deck and watch me while I swim.”

His eyes widened, he seemed excited he would get to watch you from above instead of swimming alongside of you.

As you came up for air after pushing off the wall, you could see Billy walking next to you while you swam. Your arms stretched out in front, pulling in an S-shape under the water, gently brushing each thigh with your thumb as you pulled the water underneath you, your elbow the first to break the surface and extending your arm past your head, close to your ear before placing your hand back in the water in front of you and repeating the movements.

He watched you with great intensity, if he had a pen and paper in his hand, you were sure he would have written things down and the flip turn you did at the end of the first 25 yards, you swore his eyes left his head for a minute. He was so surprised, his eyes glued to you at your every move.

“That was…amazing.” Billy was almost at a loss for words. “How did you do that turn?!! With the flip!”

A wide smile stretched across your face. “Ah, that takes practice, I’ll teach you but not now. In the water, come on. Longer swims will help with your endurance too.”

Billy got back in the water with the pull buoy and placed it in between his legs. “So I just hold this here and…”

“It will keep your lower half at the surface while you work on your arm technique.” You said.

After Billy finished his longer swims, you had plenty of compliments for him. He was definitely improving, his form looked better and he wasn’t as out of breath after completing a workout. You did, however, have a small suggestion for him.

“No, no, no. No way! Why do I need to wear a speedo?!!” Billy asked.

Again, it was really hard not to laugh in his face when he had reactions like that.

“To cut down on drag, Billy!” You said with your voice raised to match his.

“What the fuck is drag?!!” He asked.

You didn’t mean to but before you realized what you were doing it was too late. Your hand dipped below the surface of the water to grab a hold of his swim trunks, near the side pocket and you gently pulled on the fabric.

“THIS, Billy! THIS is drag. You’re not moving as fast through the water as you could be if you were wearing a different suit, you can get ones that look like bike shorts. You don’t have to get the little underwear ones anymore.” You said, still holding onto his trunks. It was a good thing your cheeks were already red from the workout so he couldn’t tell that you were blushing.

Realizing you were still holding on to his bathing suit, you released the fabric from your fingers, crossed your arms across your chest and shied away from him, slightly embarrassed. You just grabbed AND pulled down on Billy’s swim trunks.

“Wait…I don’t?” His voice was back down to a normal volume.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut. “No, Billy…you don’t. Do you have to fight me on EVERYTHING!? Or do you think I would suggest it just to see you in a tighter bathing suit?” No, you did not just say that out loud.

You looked around the pool area, the two of you were the only ones left aside from the lifeguard cleaning up the pool deck.

A cunning smile spread across Billy’s face. “Well…do you?” He asked.

“Do I what?” You asked.

He continued to smile at you, sometimes you hated that his smile was absolutely perfect.

“Do you want to see me in a tighter bathing suit?” He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies, his liquid brown eyes gazing down at you, and your heart was beating right out of your chest.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him through your lashes before turning to get out of the water. “I think we’re done for the day, Russo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked around the pool deck toward the locker room. Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder to take one last look at him before going inside. He was biting down on his bottom lip and he winked at you as you opened the door and headed inside.

When the door closed behind you, a long exhale escaped your lips and you couldn’t take another step. Your legs were shaking and it wasn’t because of the intense workout you just had, it was because of Billy.

The man was incorrigible, questioning everything you were teaching him, asking why you wanted him to do certain things but eventually, reluctantly giving in to what you demanded from him. He wanted to be better, so you were making him better. He drove you crazy but he was also…driving you crazy.

You thought about Billy constantly, while you were working, while you were at home, everywhere you went, his face was in your head and it made you smile. He made you laugh, sometimes you laughed with him but also, although you didn’t mean to, you laughed at him because you couldn’t help yourself.

He wasn’t the first person you’ve trained for the swim portion of a triathlon but he was definitely the most challenging and you found it thrilling. You challenged him but he was also challenging you as an instructor, thinking he could get his way just by flashing that perfect smile at you. You weren’t a pushover, you didn’t even let three year olds walk all over you, let alone grown adults, and you certainly were not going to let Billy Russo walk over you.

And the more time you spent with him, the feelings you had for him grew but also you knew that after your training sessions were complete, you would have to say goodbye to him. But you didn’t want to, there was a dull ache in your chest every time you thought about it. He had no reason to keep seeing you after his sessions were finished but you were definitely falling for him.

The hot water from the shower pelted your skin over and over again, you closed your eyes and let the water run all over your body. Washing the chlorine out of your hair, you remembered how close Billy was to you, feeling the warmth of his breath against your eyelids, and staring at the droplets of water trickling down the long, lean muscles of his torso. It was hard to concentrate on anything else.

Once you finished getting dressed, you walked out of the locker room into the hallway and saw Billy leaning up against the wall. Suddenly, your heart was in your throat again and all of your words were trapped inside.

“Hey, there she is. I almost didn’t recognize you with all your clothes on.” He said sarcastically as someone passed by.

Somewhat embarrassed, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Very funny, Russo. What are you still doing here?” You asked.

“I thought maybe I could walk you to your car.” He said.

You held up your finger. “Ah, well I would say yes if I had a car here. Parking and driving in this city is a nightmare so I’ll just take an Uber or the train.”

Billy shook his head. “Absolutely not. May I drive you home, please? Please? It’s the least I can do for you having to put up with me. I know I can be a little…difficult.”

His offer surprised you and his eyes looked a little different from when you first met him. They looked…happy.

“Oh…well…I…I guess I don’t have a reason to say no so yes, thank you Billy. That’s very nice of you.” You said.

Side by side, you walked up the stairs and exited the sports club, talking the entire time. Talking with Billy was easy, mostly because you did a lot of the talking, he listened and asked questions. He asked what made you want to be a swim instructor, a coach, a lifeguard. Growing up, your backyard was the ocean, it was your happy place. And according to your mother, you loved the water from a VERY early age. Swimming came very naturally to you so why not teach something that you love to do.

Billy asked how you got into training triathletes so you told him the story of one triathlon you were working and you nearly had to rescue a swimmer because he didn’t do enough training in the water, he came to you looking for help and mentioned he concentrated more so on the biking and the running and almost zero time on the swimming.

He asked if you would train him so you agreed and when all was said and done, he had shaved 15 minutes off of his last time which made you feel extremely happy that you were able to help him like that.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” Billy said, opening the car door for you.

You climbed into the car and he closed the door behind you. Holy shit, this is a nice car. You waited for him to get settled before asking him. “Billy, can I ask you which triathlon you’re training for?”

“Oh it’s the Niantic Bay Triathlon. I read it’s a good one for beginners.” He said.

Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned Niantic because it was close to your hometown in Connecticut and you volunteered to work that one every year.

“Niantic Bay? As in Niantic, Connecticut?” You asked.

Looking slightly confused, he asked. “Yeah…you know it?”

“Niantic is close to where I grew up.” You said. “And I volunteer to work that triathlon every year.”

“Seriously?” He asked with a smile spread across his face.

Excitedly, you answered him. “YES!!”

During the car ride to your apartment, you couldn’t stop talking about your hometown, how much you loved growing up there, the sights to see, the places to visit. And Billy, hanging on your every word, listening and smiling while you talked. Before you knew it, you were home but you didn’t want the car ride to be over.

“Thank you for driving me home, Billy. I really appreciate it.” You said.

The two of you stood outside your downstairs door, you felt like every nerve ending in your body was firing, and you were really hoping he couldn’t tell that your knees were shaking. He was standing very close to you, like he did earlier before you got out of the water.

“You’re welcome, y/n. Like I said, it’s the least I can do.” He said.

You turned to unlock the door when Billy stopped you. “Why did you run away?” He asked, sharply.

His question surprised you. “What?”

“Earlier, we were standing close like we are now but you ran away, why?” He asked again.

The keys in your hand started to rattle because your hands were shaking slightly and it was hard to look him in the eyes, but you tried to play it off.

“I didn’t run away, our time was up, Billy.” You said softly.

He chuckled, gnashed his teeth, and did not take his eyes off of you. “Ok, now try telling me the truth.”

“What if I’m afraid to?” Your voice hitched.

“Try me…you might be surprised.”

You let out a long exhale and closed your eyes, remembering all the times in the past that you’ve been hurt by ex-boyfriends, guys you’ve dated that turned out to be assholes, you didn’t want to put yourself in that position again especially with someone like Billy. He was handsome, sweet, funny, CEO of his own company. He could have any woman he wanted, what would he want with you?

But you confessed anyway. “Because I don’t want to say goodbye after our sessions are over, ok? I—I have feelings for you, Billy. And look, I know that you probably—“

Before you could finish, he cut you off. His strong hands suddenly cupped your cheeks and his lips crashed against yours, your gym bag hit the ground as you entangled your hands in his ink like hair. You could still taste the chlorine on his lips, with a little hint of peppermint as his tongue gently pressed against your teeth, silently asking permission for his tongue to dance with yours.

You didn’t deny him as you devoured each other in the doorway of your apartment building, your back flattened against the wall and Billy’s lean hard body pushed against yours. He nipped at your chin and peppered kisses up and down your neck, managing to find the spot on your neck that made you weak in the knees.

His hands traveled down your torso before stopping to rest on your hips. Lifting your t-shirt slightly, his agile fingers brushed the soft skin of your stomach, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body and the ache between your legs to grow.

With each kiss he placed on your neck, you let out a sharp gasp and you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It seemed to make him hungrier for you as the soft moans of his name escaped your lips.

Before going any further, he pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. A smirk played across his lips.

“You taste a little like chlorine.”

The two of you started to laugh as he lightly kissed your forehead.

“And I have feelings for you too y/n. I have for—“ He stopped, it was difficult for him to say how he feels, you could see it in his eyes and all over his face.

“Billy?” You whispered.

“I have for a while and I had a feeling maybe you did too. When I saw the way you were looking at me earlier—I“ He stopped again and ran his fingers through his hair. “I REALLY like you and I just have a hard time—“

Your fingers ghosted his lips. “Hey Billy, look at me.”

He stared off to the side, almost as if he was scared to look at you before finally meeting your gaze with his own.

“I REALLY like you too. But you don’t have to say anymore right now, ok?” You grazed his beard with your thumbs and carefully leaned in to him. His body was a warm, firm cradle for yours and you kissed him. His body loosened under your touch and you could tell he felt more at ease.

“Well how is this going to work for our professional relationship now? I don’t know if I should be making out with my swim coach.” He joked.

With your hands resting on his chest, you rolled your eyes, kissed him one more time and said “Relax, Russo—don’t make it weird. We still have a lot of work to do.”

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