His Private Swim Sessions - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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A secret thrill shot through me—looks like I was about to get a leg up.
Once the group had gathered, Coach Vincent Roland ordered us to swim a lap so he could gauge our skill levels.
The moment the words left his mouth, whispers buzzed through the crowd.
"Relax, everyone," he reassured, leaning against the pool deck. "I'll be watching. You're safe with me."
Then, his gaze landed on me.
"Evelyn, you're up first."
Being singled out sent a jolt of nerves through me—but beneath that, a flicker of satisfaction. Special attention already?
After a hesitant pause at the edge, I took a breath and plunged in. To my surprise, under Vincent's steady commands, I actually floated—then, inch by inch, I started moving forward.
I was doing it!
Cheers erupted from the sidelines, fueling my confidence. Stroke after stroke, I pushed ahead.
But before I realized it, the shallow end had slipped away beneath me.
My feet kicked—nothing.
Panic exploded in my chest.
My rhythm shattered, and suddenly, I was sinking.
Water rushed into my mouth, choking me as I thrashed wildly.
Then—a presence beside me.
"Easy, Evelyn. I've got you."
Instinct took over. My arms locked around his neck, my body pressing flush against his.
That solid frame—no mistaking it. Coach Vincent.
In the chaos, his hands slid beneath my swimsuit bottoms. One sharp tug—and they were gone.
Then, those same hands glided between my thighs, exploring with deliberate strokes.
Survival overrode shame. I couldn't even protest.
When he finally hauled me to safety, reality crashed back. Exposed, I clamped my legs together, face burning.
"Sorry about that," he said smoothly. "Your suit got caught. Let me fetch it for you."
With a splash, he disappeared beneath the water.
But I wasn't fooled.
That was no accident. The way his fingers had lingered—like he'd been waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.
Once the group had gathered, Coach Vincent Roland ordered us to swim a lap so he could gauge our skill levels.
The moment the words left his mouth, whispers buzzed through the crowd.
"Relax, everyone," he reassured, leaning against the pool deck. "I'll be watching. You're safe with me."
Then, his gaze landed on me.
"Evelyn, you're up first."
Being singled out sent a jolt of nerves through me—but beneath that, a flicker of satisfaction. Special attention already?
After a hesitant pause at the edge, I took a breath and plunged in. To my surprise, under Vincent's steady commands, I actually floated—then, inch by inch, I started moving forward.
I was doing it!
Cheers erupted from the sidelines, fueling my confidence. Stroke after stroke, I pushed ahead.
But before I realized it, the shallow end had slipped away beneath me.
My feet kicked—nothing.
Panic exploded in my chest.
My rhythm shattered, and suddenly, I was sinking.
Water rushed into my mouth, choking me as I thrashed wildly.
Then—a presence beside me.
"Easy, Evelyn. I've got you."
Instinct took over. My arms locked around his neck, my body pressing flush against his.
That solid frame—no mistaking it. Coach Vincent.
In the chaos, his hands slid beneath my swimsuit bottoms. One sharp tug—and they were gone.
Then, those same hands glided between my thighs, exploring with deliberate strokes.
Survival overrode shame. I couldn't even protest.
When he finally hauled me to safety, reality crashed back. Exposed, I clamped my legs together, face burning.
"Sorry about that," he said smoothly. "Your suit got caught. Let me fetch it for you."
With a splash, he disappeared beneath the water.
But I wasn't fooled.
That was no accident. The way his fingers had lingered—like he'd been waiting for the perfect moment to make his move.
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