In the courtyard was Simone Dietz, the top swimmer in the universities team. She was very attractive, so attractive that James had gone to 2 of the school's swim meets, even though he hated the sport.
Completely distracted he watched as she crossed the courtyard, a laptop under one arm and a backpack on her back. She was above average height at 5 foot 9. She had large boobs that had to be DD cup. He wondered how tight her swimsuit must have been to get them as small as he had seen them at the swim meet. For large breasts were a disadvantage in swimming were shaving the body made a measurable difference at the high level. She was nicely tanned with dark hair. I remembered when I had gotten close at one of the swim meets that she had brown eyes. And a cute little mole.
James, mind wandered again. He had a poor time with girls, though he wondered how it would be if he had a body of her grade. Male, obviously but certainly he would have girls all over him. Well. he couldn't help but wonder how many guys Simone got? Probably a lot since she looked so good. With a body that fit the sex was probably amazing too. He remembered that at the Olympics they had to hand out condoms and different birth control devices. Apparently, Olympic athletes got horny, especially with so many people around at the peak of fitness. What was he thinking about again? He wasn't sure. He glanced down at a book on his e-reader on his end table.
On the cover of the e-reader was the main character of the story I had been reading. She was an attractive redhead. She had perky if small tits. She had a nice bubble butt, small but pronounced. Nice hips that weren't particularly wide but with her slim waist gave her a nice hourglass.
James smiled slightly, remembering the plot. What plot it had, the main character, the red-head, was named Siobhan (Shiv-awn). Which was quintessentially an Irish name. James was also part Irish but he had boring brown hair and black eyes. Anyway, Siobhan had to leave her home to get a special gem to save he beloved. Along the way, she got into all kinds of strangely sexual situations. James would admit it wasn't a novel, it was mostly smut but...
Shit, he needed to pay attention. What was he... Fitness. He wanted to be fit. But his mind was hung up. All he could see was sexy Siobhan and the also sexy Simone Dietz who was currently strutting across the courtyard. His mind wandered. Imagining a fit Siobhan. In the story, she sometimes got into sexual situations because of her lack of strength. Though imagining her with a toned stomach with a hint of a six-pack and lightly muscled arms was hot. Her ass would probably be even perkier. He could imagine her even more jacked, bulging biceps, thick muscled legs, a sharp jaw, a pronounced 6 pack. His eyes drifted up in his imagination, and he couldn't resolve the rest. In fact, he couldn't tell if this dream image was originally Siobhan or Simone's body.
No, refocus. Fitness. Fitness like the swimmer who was just rounding the corner. Fitness like the skimpy shorts and right shirts that some female volleyball players had to wear for the indoor version. Fitness like their small tits bouncing up and down as strong muscles move their lithe bodies. Fitness like the same volleyball team on the beach, in the sand. A skimpy bikini bottom and a tight sports bra are the only covering over their now much larger tits. Tits that bounced much more.
Fitness like Simone, the swimmer who had turned around to walk back through the courtyard. She definitely worked out a lot. Probably came back to the locker room all sweaty, along with all the other sweaty girls where they would strip down to the nude before dressing again. Being there would be so hot. James almost wanted to....
The watch beeped and James looked down to see the red glow fade away. Oh shit, he got distracted. Fuck. Hopefully, it focused on his main objective which was his fitness. But he had gotten distracted. He couldn't remember much of what his mind wondered about but in the end, he was imagining sexy female athletes in the locker room.
He was probably okay. In fact, maybe because of the divergent thought he will get allowed into the locker room for steam sex. He could hope.
James' eyes were forced shut as he felt reality tear around him. Hope for the best.
