The Swim Coaches' Forbidden Lessons - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"Please, stop!" My voice came out weak, trembling, but Coach Aaron and James only tightened their grip.
I felt like a trapped animal—helpless, exposed, completely at their mercy.
Tears pricked my eyes as shame burned through me. My body trembled against my will, betraying me with unwanted sensations.
Then—bang! The aquatic center door flew open.
A silhouette stormed in, backlit by harsh fluorescent lights. "What the hell are you doing? Let her go!"
When I recognized Liam Murphy—my usually cocky, troublemaking classmate—I nearly sobbed in relief. "Liam! Help me! They—they're—" My voice broke as humiliation crashed over me.
Liam's expression darkened. He cracked his knuckles, stepping forward like he was ready to throw down. "You touch her again, and I swear to God, you'll be picking your teeth off the floor."
The coaches hesitated, then finally loosened their hold.
Coach Aaron smirked, his hand still lingering on my waist. "Relax, kid. Just giving your friend some... private lessons." His fingers dug in possessively. "Miss Luna, our door's always open for you."
Disgust twisted my stomach. "I'm never coming back!"
Once we were out of the water, Liam wrapped a towel around my shoulders. His touch was gentle—nothing like the coaches' greedy hands.
"Thank you," I whispered, stunned by this unexpected side of him.
He shrugged, surprisingly humble. "Don't mention it. No one deserves that."
Then I realized—oh God—I was still in my bikini, barely covered. My face burned.
Liam tactfully averted his eyes. "You should, uh... change. I'll wait."
His decency only made me like him more.
After changing, he insisted on walking me home. "Those creeps might still be around."
I agreed, my opinion of him shifting completely.
Before today, I'd written Liam off as just another delinquent. But now? He was my knight in slightly scuffed sneakers.
As we walked, I stole glances at his sharp profile. Maybe I'd been wrong about him.
That night, my phone buzzed. A message from Liam:
"Hey. If you still wanna learn to swim, I'm free. Beach is safer—no pervy coaches. And... no charge."
My heart skipped. Just us. The ocean. His hands guiding me instead of groping...
A shiver ran through me—but this time, it wasn't from fear.
I felt like a trapped animal—helpless, exposed, completely at their mercy.
Tears pricked my eyes as shame burned through me. My body trembled against my will, betraying me with unwanted sensations.
Then—bang! The aquatic center door flew open.
A silhouette stormed in, backlit by harsh fluorescent lights. "What the hell are you doing? Let her go!"
When I recognized Liam Murphy—my usually cocky, troublemaking classmate—I nearly sobbed in relief. "Liam! Help me! They—they're—" My voice broke as humiliation crashed over me.
Liam's expression darkened. He cracked his knuckles, stepping forward like he was ready to throw down. "You touch her again, and I swear to God, you'll be picking your teeth off the floor."
The coaches hesitated, then finally loosened their hold.
Coach Aaron smirked, his hand still lingering on my waist. "Relax, kid. Just giving your friend some... private lessons." His fingers dug in possessively. "Miss Luna, our door's always open for you."
Disgust twisted my stomach. "I'm never coming back!"
Once we were out of the water, Liam wrapped a towel around my shoulders. His touch was gentle—nothing like the coaches' greedy hands.
"Thank you," I whispered, stunned by this unexpected side of him.
He shrugged, surprisingly humble. "Don't mention it. No one deserves that."
Then I realized—oh God—I was still in my bikini, barely covered. My face burned.
Liam tactfully averted his eyes. "You should, uh... change. I'll wait."
His decency only made me like him more.
After changing, he insisted on walking me home. "Those creeps might still be around."
I agreed, my opinion of him shifting completely.
Before today, I'd written Liam off as just another delinquent. But now? He was my knight in slightly scuffed sneakers.
As we walked, I stole glances at his sharp profile. Maybe I'd been wrong about him.
That night, my phone buzzed. A message from Liam:
"Hey. If you still wanna learn to swim, I'm free. Beach is safer—no pervy coaches. And... no charge."
My heart skipped. Just us. The ocean. His hands guiding me instead of groping...
A shiver ran through me—but this time, it wasn't from fear.
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