“I bet I beat you in laps today, too!”
“Not happening,” Grace retorted without even thinking. Grace smiled in secret delight and closed her eyes; no dream could be better than what she’d experienced, and she’d get to do it again soon! “You were on fire, Grace,” Wade complemented her at the wall. “You make me so wet,” Grace moaned, pulling herself open and displaying her glistening folds to Wade. You know you’re the best athlete here.”
The flattery, however true, didn’t seem to affect him, and Grace felt herself getting frustrated. “What are you going to wear to dinner?”
Jeni shrugged. “Did we keep you up too late last night?” Sniggers sounded around her. Visions of her masturbatory fantasies of the previous day flashed before her eyes. Beth quivered, holding form with her arms stretched above her, while the hands of the woman beside her teased and stroked her body into position, lingering on her breasts and between her legs. Maybe it was her divided attention, and maybe it was the lingering effect of her extra morning sprints, but
