The Swim Coaches' Forbidden Lessons - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Have you heard about those summer swim classes? The instructors there—both ripped beyond belief—are seriously distracting.
Underwater, they positioned my legs apart, their voices laced with something far too suggestive. "Come on, let's see how well you've learned."
With just one deliberate touch, my face burned crimson, my skin prickling like a thousand ants were skittering across it. I shuddered, the sensation almost unbearable.
"No, this posture is all wrong. Let me show you..."
I jerked away, but his voice dropped low, dangerous. "If you don't want to drown, you'd better cooperate."
His hand slid lower as he spoke...
My name is Luna Devonshire. Nineteen, delicate features, and—let's be honest—a body that turns heads.
When my parents signed me up for summer classes, I wasn't thrilled. "Luna," they said, "you've been lounging around all break. Time to do something productive."
I considered it. They had a point. With curves like mine, swimming was basically a public service.
At school, I always wore long skirts. Nobody knew about the smooth, toned legs hidden underneath. Why should I be the only one who got to appreciate them?
And let's be real—the aquatic center would be packed with guys. The thought alone sent my pulse racing. Who knew what kind of interesting encounters awaited me?
"I'll take swimming lessons!" I announced, sealing my fate.
Standing poolside, I watched the water ripple under the sunlight, surrounded by shirtless men. My cheeks flushed—part embarrassment, part curiosity.
Then he approached.
"Hey," the guy said, flashing a warm smile. "I'm Aaron Laurent, private swim coach. Interested in lessons?"
Aaron was... a lot. Bronzed skin, veins tracing his arms, muscles so defined they looked carved. His presence alone was overwhelming.
I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze. "I—I want to learn freestyle. Can you teach me?"
Aaron grinned, offering a rate suspiciously lower than anyone else's.
"Don't worry, Miss Devonshire," he said smoothly. "I'm a professional. You won't regret choosing me."
After scanning the area (and finding no better options), I agreed.
"Aaron, you'd better teach me well," I teased. "Or I can't face my parents!"
Self-improvement was the goal, after all.
"Trust me," he said, his broad chest practically radiating confidence. My heart stuttered.
"Now, Luna," he added, "go change into your bikini."
His easy tone and the laughter around the pool made me eager to jump in.
Too bad I'd forgotten one tiny detail.
In my rush, I'd grabbed a micro bikini. The kind where the fabric was more of a suggestion than actual coverage.
I hesitated in the changing room before finally stepping out.
My pale waist was bare, every curve on display. The snug bottoms clung to my long legs, leaving very little to the imagination.
With every step, I felt eyes on me—burning, lingering.
I fidgeted, but deep down? I loved it.
Aaron's gaze darkened when he saw me. "Wow, Luna," he said, voice rough. "You look... incredible."
It didn't feel sleazy—just honest.
Still, I blushed. "Aaron, you're embarrassing me."
He smirked, reaching for my hand. "I don't lie. Best figure I've ever coached."
His palm was huge, warm, sending shivers through me.
"Let's see your basic form," he said.
Basic form?
What kind of form exactly? My mind spiraled into dangerous territory.
Aaron chuckled. "Relax, I'll teach you everything. You're smart—you'll pick it up fast."
Only when I was in the water with him did I realize just how many forms he had in mind...