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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion
Part: 1 - 5
Summary: Does Rachel have what it takes to be a champion?
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 1
   Thornwood's animosity toward Eastern Academy was rooted in its founding
40 years ago.  At the time local leaders were divided on how to deal with
forecasted growth in population.  When a campaign to split the only high
school in town into two smaller schools failed, supporters pursued their
backup idea of creating a private school beyond the reach of the existing
political hierarchy.  Eastern Academy was the result.
   Few predicted Eastern would survive the first decade.  But survive it
did thanks to a few timely moves.  Once it got going, Eastern was in prime
position to become a prestigious and successful alternative to the public
school system.
   The next fifteen years were more fruitful.  The initial infrastructure
investment paid off as Eastern began earning both academic and athletic
accolades.  While it didn't have the extensive sporting tradition of
Thornwood, the upstart school had good reason to celebrate by its 25th
year.
   That year was also notable for swimming as it marked Thornwood's last
state title.  The program had already been in decline by that point, but
mustered a last hurrah of sorts hoisting the championship trophy one last
time before sliding into permanent sub-mediocrity.  That was 15 years ago.
   Eastern, on the other hand, was just getting started on the titles
front. A tenacious hunger for excellence saw it rise to the top of every
competition.  In a minor scandal, some accused them of recruiting talented
students to transfer from other nearby districts.  Eastern's official
response was that the best students were naturally attracted to excellence.
The complaints were dismissed when a follow-up investigation produced no
evidence of wrongdoing.
   As the talent drain took its toll on Thornwood, public opinion started
to turn as well.  They declared it, along with the entire public school
system, a failure and considered Eastern to be the superior alternative. 
Public schools rarely form rivalries with their private counterparts.  But
a steady diet of condescension and arrogance from Eastern in all sports,
even in rare years where Thornwood had better teams, made the perfect
breeding ground for disdain bordering on hatred and a rivalry was
inevitable.
   By the time Eastern turned 30, the rivalry had become somewhat lopsided.
And why not?  It held an advantage in every essential area; talent,
facilities, student enthusiasm, and parent and fan support.
   Then Coach Sparks came along and took winning to a whole new level. 
Under his leadership, the Eastern Academy Trojans made the THS Wildcats
look totally inept.  Head swim coach now of 9 years, he embodied the
school's arrogance and esteem.  He also rejected Thornwood as a legitimate
rival.  How could he take them seriously when his team beat them to a pulp
year after year?
   But this year looked to be different.  Thornwood was finally making an
attempt to fight back; evidenced by their fancy building project and new
head coach.  Everyone involved in local high school athletics knew about
Thornwood's aquatic center renovations.  A construction project that large
and expensive could not be ignored.
   That was a particular sore point for Coach Sparks.  His governing
board's time tested method of directing funds worked against him in that
respect.  They systematically invested whatever necessary in each program
until it was unequivocally the best around.  Maintaining that program was
left up to the coaches and teachers with further investment only provided
if the program started to slip.
   "Why do you need more money when last year's budget was enough to win
state?" was his athletic director's annoying response.  The only building
project he approved was an expansion to the overflowing trophy case.
   The paint had barely dried on Thornwood's upgraded swim facilities when
Coach Ron arrived.  Coach Sparks heard reports from the district school
board meeting that the man had nearly been fired the first week on the job.
   Then there was the team bus; a fully furnished luxury charter with the
giant Wildcat mascot on the side.  Minor league baseball teams didn't
travel that nice.  The damn thing probably consumed the equivalent to
Eastern's entire operating budget just in gas.  It seems Thornwood had
acquired the great equalizer: money.
   Despite all their changes, Sparks wasn't going to let Thornwood waltz in
and disrupt the order of things.  It takes more than a fancy bus and some
money to be a champion.  He had a good team this year; one of his best.  He
would put it up against any in the region.  And he would certainly bury the
so called Wildcats every day of the week.  He set out to make them regret
ever showing up to the inaugural meet of the season.
   Eastern's aquatic facilities were aging but well maintained.  Two bored
officials from the state swim association waited in a bleacher box for the
competition to commence.  They were there to formally observe, settle any
disputes, and validate the times.  Individual swimmers could qualify for
district and state finals any time throughout the season.  It wasn't
unusual for the first meet of the year to be running behind schedule;
though it was uncharacteristic of this particular host school.
   The chess game began with the arrival of the bus, but Coach Ron hated
Eastern Academy long before that.  His conversations with the uppity head
coach leading up to the meet had put him on the warpath.  He shook hands
with Coach Sparks upon arrival.  To the uninformed everything seemed
cordial, but Coach Ron could sense his team was in hostile waters.
   He hoped the mere appearance of such an impressive team bus would at
least neutralize any intimidation attempt from Eastern.  But Sparks
anticipated that and sequestered his team in their own locker rooms.  He
would later score the first intimidation blow by having his team exit the
locker rooms together along with last year's championship trophy.
   An unconfirmed source told Sparks to expect uniforms of suspect
legality. He had his eye out for violations and was prepared to issue a
formal protest with the officials, but he detected none.  Just gaudy (in
his opinion) red and white suits.  They didn't even have warm-ups!
   The first hour was a complete disaster for Coach Ron and his staff.  He
had coached or assisted in plenty of meets, but only as a small part of a
greater organization.  Thornwood's staff consisted of Coach Johanna and
Ellie the student manager.  Eastern had six assistant coaches as well as
several student assistants and volunteers.
   His two subordinates were soon too overwhelmed to receive any delegated
tasks.  So it fell back to Coach Ron to make sure the correct swimmers had
signed up for their respective races to and fill out the accompanying
paperwork.  It kept him too busy to perform the coaching duties of mentally
preparing his team and executing the game plan.  He ended up pinning his
hopes on his team's superior conditioning and planned to make adjustments
on the fly.
   Ellie was proud to be part of the team if only as an equipment manager.
After all, she was just a freshman, but aspired to be a team captain
someday.  Even though she was not a participant, Ellie had been so nervous
last night that she stayed up reading the rule book.  The two coaches, Ron
and Johanna, had no actual experience with American high school swim
competition.  So Ellie became the de facto expert on meet etiquette which
kept her scrambling.
   While Thornwood made frantic preparations in the visitor's locker rooms,
Sparks kept sending in impatient assistants with thin veneers of
hospitality to see if they were ready yet.  Finally after an hour, Coach
Ron threw up his hands and said `enough'.  Whatever was left unfinished
would have to stay that way; consequences be damned.
   After a cursory pep talk to boost morale, he sent his team out to the
pool.  The time to commence swimming had arrived...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 2
   The schedule alternated between men's and women's races.  Ladies would
race two qualifying heats then rest up for the final while the men raced.
The top four swimmers in each heat advanced to the final.  Points were
awarded to the top three finishers in the final; 10 for the winner, 5 for
second, and 3 for third.  Team relays only awarded points for first place.
   Swimmers could compete in multiple distances, but usually specialized in
a single stroke style to avoid getting stretched too thin and fatiguing
later in the day.  The trick was to distribute the best swimmers evenly to
maximize points.  It was a waste of resources if four good swimmers
qualified for the same final because only the top three could score points.
   Coach Ron completely missed the first race of the day; 200 meter fly. 
Sparks had another assistant waiting to pounce once he exited the locker
rooms and entangle him in more formalities.  By the time he broke free, he
had missed both women's heats.  The results were surprising, but not in a
good way.
   He had done some rudimentary scouting of his opponent.  Like any good
organization, Eastern's swim program had attracted its share of hangers-on.
To number seventy members was gaudy and unnecessary.  He suspected it was
another of Sparks' attempts at intimidation.  The talent dropped off
considerably near the bottom of the roster.
   That's not to say Eastern's second tier group wasn't impressive in its
own right.  But these next great swimmers waiting in the wings tended to be
younger and less experienced.  No, the real stars of the show were the ten
captains known as `the elites'.  These five boys and five girls were
returners from last year's state championship team and had every intention
of repeating.
   Three elite girls had entered the first heat and the other two the
second.  In fact, rather than conserving energy, Eastern had gone all out
and qualified all four swimmers from each heat; effectively shutting
Thornwood out of the final.
   The Wildcat men didn't fare much better.  One barely qualified but
failed to finish in the top three of the final.  So after the first two
races, Eastern had scored 36 points to Thornwood's zero.
   Coach Ron knew better than to chalk it up to nervousness or coincidence.
Sparks' arrogant fingerprints were all over the strategy.  He was asserting
his team's dominance and going for an early knockout blow.
   But Bystander hadn't selected Ron by mistake.  He was no slouch when it
came to raw coaching talent.  He worked out a way to use their strategy
against them.  No way could he compete directly with the elites, especially
with his own elite girl absent via suspension.
   At a multi-team invitational, a few elite swimmers can dominate the
field.  They can take turns winning finals while the other teams behind
them divide the remaining points equally.  But a two-team contest requires
a broader approach.
   If his kids could hang in there, Coach Ron needed the elites to wear
down throughout the day and leave the door open for a comeback.  But
Thornwood had to start scoring points soon.  Otherwise his team's morale
would be damaged beyond repair exactly as Sparks intended.  His team
captains were already hanging their heads in defeat.  Eastern's 90 point
lead already looked insurmountable; the elites unbeatable.  One girl in
particular swam like a fish and nearly lapped the field in every race she
entered.
   **If only Rachel were here.  I know she would beat that girl head to
head.
   It would have been easy to give up at that point, but Coach Ron's
animosity toward Sparks motivated him to keep fighting.  He ordered Ellie
and Johanna to go into full cheerleader mode and rally the team.
   The effort paid off when in a shocking turn of events, a pair of
Thornwood backstroke specialists came through to finish first and second in
the same heat.  The unity building time paid off, too, as everyone rallied
around the two boys.  They repeated their performance in an exhilarating
final against four elites to score 15 points while Eastern only earned 3.
For the first time all morning, the Thornwood varsity swim team showed
signs of life.
   Eastern had fired all its best bullets in an impressive opening salvo.
But Thornwood wasn't exactly shooting blanks either.  They were a balanced
team top to bottom.  By mid morning they had adjusted to Eastern's strategy
and were starting to scrap back.
   Once the air of invincibility broke, Thornwood gained on the elite
frontrunners with every race.  The last straw for Sparks occurred in the
women's 400 meter freestyle.  Against all odds Thornwood managed a final
race shutout of their own; finishing 1-2-3 to trim Eastern's lead back to
72 points.
   It was enough to make Sparks reevaluate his strategy.  After the flurry
of early scoring from Eastern, Thornwood was now closing the gap on points.
His team had been knocked on the defensive by such unexpected tenacity.  A
meet which he thought would be decided by noon now looked like it would
stretch long into the afternoon.
   Sparks made the tactical decision to recall his ringers and send in the
second squad.  Even his precious elites have limits if their race docket
gets too long.  At this rate they would be out of gas by the afternoon
relays.
   Thornwood's captains swam with conviction and encouraged their team to
vanquish the new foe.  Channeling Wildcat greats of the past they rose to
the occasion time and again.  Race after race Eastern rotated eager fresh
bodies in, but they did not have the poise or training of the elites.  They
were fast but failed to deploy good techniques like drafting and lane
discipline.
   Ellie scurried in and out of the pool area all day performing her
managerial duties.  It was her job to get the correct swimmers to the
starting blocks on time; a surprisingly difficult task.  Because of their
relatively small roster, most of the Thornwood swimmers had a short turn
around between races.  They gravitated to the smaller secondary pool to
keep warm and loose.
   On top of that, Eastern used their prerogative as host school to shuffle
race order which kept Ellie on her toes.  She was aware of the exciting
comeback chase but was too nervous to look at the scoreboard.  So even if
she had found some free time and remembered to call Rachel, she couldn't
relay the score because she didn't know.
   Swimming is a relatively obscure sport at the high school level. 
Schools rarely emphasize their swim program and some have no team at all.
Over the years several high schools simply discontinued their swim programs
as resources got diverted elsewhere.  Maintaining an aquatic facility is
expensive; especially when ticket sales don't come close to covering the
expenses.  And excepting large regional multi-team competitions or state
finals, the crowds are typically meager at best.
   Today's crowd was decent sized for the first meet of the year but not
incredibly so.  Most were decked out in blue and gold.  A few what could be
called neutral observers were scattered around wearing colors of neither
team.  Most of them showed no sign of cheering when either side did
something good so their loyalty could be debated.  But there were no
obvious Thornwood supporters in attendance.
   When it became clear the point chase had heated up and might turn into
an exciting finish, the crowd got more vocal in their support of the home
team.  Coach Ron's masterful deployment of forces against second tier
competition held the crowd in check and with an impressive string of
Wildcat victories.
   By mid-Aafternoon, with only the relays left, Eastern's lead had shrunk
to 28.  The coaches of each school were tasked with selecting their best
four person squads for the relays.  These relays were to have no heats. 
Winners scored 10 points and losers scored nothing.  A flipped coin
determined lane assignment.  There weren't enough contestants to hold
relays in multiple distances, so a medium distance of 200 meters was
selected for each leg.
   The host team once again had the privilege of dictating the afternoon
docket.  Sparks ordered the races as follows: backstroke, butterfly,
freestyle, and breaststroke.  The finale would be the medley which combined
every stroke into one relay.  With 100 points up for grabs Thornwood could
still pull out the win.  However, they would have to win seven of the ten
remaining races to do so.
   After resting up, the elites strode back into the pool area to lead
their respective relay squads.  But riding high on the morning's successes,
Thornwood carried both the men's and women's backstroke to earn 20 points.
   In the fly the girls came up short, but the boys pulled the upset to end
up splitting 10 points apiece.  Then came the breaststroke where a rare
mistake on Eastern's part proved costly.
   They had a pretty substantial lead and were cruising to another win. 
But in the third leg, the overeager Trojan boy, having not raced in a
couple hours, simply jumped the gun and launched early.  The false start
buzzer sounded and threw everyone into a state of shock.  Rather than
forfeit the crucial race, Eastern appealed to the state officials for a
restart.  But the rules were unyielding on this subject and Thornwood was
awarded 10 precious points.  The mistake gave Thornwood its first lead of
the day in total points.
   But the lead felt like a fluke and was short lived as Eastern brought
last year's loaded, state record setting, squad to bear in the women's
breaststroke.  Exuding arrogance, fish girl anchored her squad to a
dominant victory and put her team back in front.
   No false start occurred in the men's freestyle.  Eastern led from start
to finish and won in convincing fashion.  The Trojans had once again found
their swagger and were looking like the dominant team.  With one more win
they would earn enough points to slam the door on Thornwood's furious
comeback.
   Despite still trailing with three races remaining, Coach Ron had reason
not to despair.  They had just passed their biggest remaining hurdle, the
breaststroke, and had been training for this exact scenario.  His kids came
together as a team and cheered from the sidelines as his four fastest
eligible girls put on a show in the freestyle while the Eastern elites
faded.  To trail the defending state champions by a mere 8 points with two
races remaining was a major accomplishment.  Coach Ron was ecstatic but not
satisfied.  He hadn't brought his team this far to stop fighting now; not
when they were this close to winning it all.  He sensed the momentum
advantage and rallied his team for the knockout blow.
   For the medley Sparks had the boys go first.  That gave fish girl and
her dominant elite squad a little extra time to rest up.  Thornwood had
more than held their own on the men's side.  Sparks' lack of confidence
carried over to the race as his team looked uninspired and scared. 
Thornwood swam with authority and won another 10 points.  The stage was set
for a thrilling finish.  2 points now separated the teams.
   The women's medley would determine the final outcome.
   From the opening bell the two squads fought toward the finish line. 
Eastern would pull ahead one lap only to be reeled back in the next.  Each
girl fought to gain every ounce of speed for her school.  The roar of the
crowd swelled as Thornwood took a slight lead near the end of the
backstroke leg.
   But fish girl reclaimed it in the breaststroke.  Her relentless
performance gave Eastern a commanding lead for the final freestyle anchor
leg.  Thornwood had a decent freestyler who had done well in the earlier
individual races.  Not as fast as Rachel, but she had a good pedigree and a
competitive spirit.  In fact she was a captain and one of the more
experienced members of Thornwood's team.  Still it would take a miracle to
overcome the daunting deficit she now faced.
   Just as Coach Ron had hoped, the elite girl showed signs of fatigue. 
The long day of racing caught up to both girls who were way behind their
normal pace.  But his captain's superior conditioning allowed her to reel
in the frontrunner inch by inch.  Through churning surf the two girls
kicked toward an epic finish...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 3
   Water poured off the young teenager's glorious naked body as she exited
the pool and sank into the closest lounger.  She didn't bother with a
towel. The scorching afternoon sun was shining full force in the cloudless
sky and her bare skin would be dry in no time.
   The usual tan lines one would expect on a frequent swimmer was absent
from this girl.  Her time spent au natural had resulted in an even tan from
tip to toe.  She grabbed the nearby bottle of tanning oil and applied
another coat.  She had found its insanely low SPF could be counteracted
somewhat if reapplied frequently enough.
   Rachel could only pretend to be in pitched competition when really she
had been swimming in circles by herself at Eric's house.  Her suspension
from the inaugural meet left her home while Ellie's neglect left her
oblivious to the drama unfolding across town.
   Though it mostly killed her to miss the meet, part of her was relieved
to not be there.  Her conflicting duality of spirit was caused by a rather
unique affliction; one which pervaded every aspect of her life.  For
despite her best efforts, Rachel was a victim of compounding circumstances
which frequently left her...under clothed.
   To say she was `under clothed' was a paradox in itself.  For Rachel no
longer owned any underclothes.  She hardly owned any clothes at all due to
an unfortunate series of events; starting with her tryout for the swim
team.
   At least she had not been the only one wearing one of the more
extraordinarily revealing uniforms that day.  But having given her regular
clothes to her mom, she had been forced to wear her uniform long after the
tryout was over.  And in the end none of the other exposed applicants made
the cut leaving Rachel the only person on the team without a normal
uniform. Not only that, it later got more humiliating with the addition of
a device known as `The Pinnacle'.
   Her exposure problem did not end with swimming.  In the three weeks
since the tryout, her list of naked activities grew to encompass nearly
everything.  She still had one outfit for school, but that was about it. 
And even it was much too skimpy and revealing for comfort.  The harder she
clung to her dwindling supply of clothes, the faster fate cruelly took them
from her grasp.  Only in the last week when she stopped trying to keep
covered had she found some reprieve.
   Rachel's problem was complicated by the unexpected emergence of some
latent exhibitionist tendencies.  Specifically, on the same day as the
tryout, she discovered that sneaking around Eric's house naked was an
incredibly strong personal aphrodisiac.
   Her illicit nude escapades continued and were naturally accompanied by
sexual gratification attempts.  That was perhaps fate's cruelest trick of
all.  In the three weeks since school started, and despite numerous
attempts, Rachel had achieved no orgasms.  Something got in the way every
time.
   The first few times could have been coincidence.  But the bad luck
continued until every subsequent attempt was thwarted in almost comical
fashion.  The sheer number of interrupted orgasms yielded such great sexual
frustration that she cultivated a deviant little habit known as the
`mini-bate'.  While these ill advised miniature masturbation sessions
satiated her for a time, they produced an unfortunate side effect of
conditioning her body against real orgasm.
   While she applied oil to her torso, Rachel looked down at her painfully
erect nipples with scorn.  Only one word could adequately describe her
condition.  She was downright horny.
   That she was always horny made it difficult to accept the loss of
clothes.  She took pride in mental and physical discipline and despised
that she could not control her urges better.  But nature had given her a
strong foe.  Her body was an efficient hormone factory; able to turn on the
arousal almost instantly and keep it up for ever longer stretches.  Her
nipples spent more time hard than soft these days and her pussy twitched at
the slightest provocation; yearning to be physically engaged.
   Her dreams seemed to become more intricately bizarre with each passing
day.  The only constants being the themes of sex and nudity.
   Fantasies filled her waking thoughts as well.  Though still a virgin,
she thought about sex constantly.  She could no longer look at a cute boy
without glancing down at his crotch; imagining what his penis looked like.
She pictured Eric as she had seen him through Tommy's window; his towel
threatening to slip off at any moment and reveal his treasures to her
hungry eyes.
   Just thinking about it prompted Rachel to reach between her own legs. 
But her pussy was currently engaged by something else.  She had been
wearing her pinnacle to swim.  And the long device was firmly entrenched
within her moist folds and anchored deep in her canal.
   "Rrrgh!" she groaned and squeezed the protective disc while
simultaneously flexing her vaginal muscles.  The guardian wildcat mascot
effectively barred the way to her intimate insides.  If she were to deflate
the pinnacle she could remove it and gain access.  Then she could initiate
a proper session.  But she knew it would be a futile endeavor.
   **Why bother when you'll only be interrupted midway through?
   Her fingers traced the outer edges of the disc; spreading oil into the
smooth skin around her tender pussy lips.  The fact that she was outside
wouldn't deter her.  Many attempts over the last three weeks had occurred
while she was outside.  What was it then?
   Something reminded her this was a bad idea.  For some distant reason,
she had been making an extra effort all day not to touch herself.  But even
as she tried to convince herself to stop, a finger inched in and found the
button to deflate the pinnacle.  She sighed with longing as the anchor
retreated from her cavity leaving her empty.  And just like that she shut
off whatever systems had been warning her and yielded to hormones.
   The notion had previously occurred to Rachel to use the pinnacle as a
masturbatory aid.  But then how could she later wear it to a meet knowing
she had used it to gratify herself sexually?  No.  It was dangerous to
entertain such thoughts.  Sanity dictated that she put aside whatever
natural pleasure she received from having it inside her.  It must strictly
remain a swimming accessory and nothing more.
   As the warm sun beat down, the naked girl stretched out on the lounger
to initiate a proper session.  She rubbed in all the right places but
nothing happened for several minutes.  Someone this horny should have had a
lightning quick release.  Not Rachel.  Her body vacillated for a while
between arousal and the opposite.  She had fooled it so many times in the
past by stopping in the middle.  The mini-bates had conditioned it to move
toward relaxation rather than climax.
   Her prospects for success were small but she persisted.  Eventually her
body started to show signs of progress.  She kneaded her ample breasts in
time with a vigorous lower massage.  The tanning oil mixed with her
personal juices forming a slippery glistening surface around her bare
mound.
   She slipped a finger inside and squealed with delight as her body
clamped down hard on the intruder.  The pinnacle exercises had given her
extra command over those muscles.  She could effortlessly become
exceptionally tight on cue.  Today she decided to expand then contract on
her finger over and over to create a playful rippling or pulsing sensation.
Squeals soon progressed into moans...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 4
   The margin of victory was much, much closer than anyone would have
predicted.  It came down to the final lap of the final leg of the final
race of the day.  By the last turn the Thornwood swimmer had erased the
gap. Side by side they entered their finishing kick and sprinted to the
finish line.  Neither had the strength remaining to pull away.  They could
only match each other stroke to stroke.
   Sparks' gamble to hold back his girl's squad served to create extra
drama on the scoreboard.  But ultimately it was the right move.  He had
overplayed his hand early in the morning and Coach Ron had, to his credit,
taken advantage of the mistake.  Sparks had sacrificed points all day to
maintain his strongest swimmers as the final backstop.  By his reckoning,
though Thornwood had fought to the doorstep of victory, they could not
cross the threshold as long as his elite relay squads were rested and in
tact.
   The result in the frothy pool was too close to call.  Both swimmers
seemed to reach the wall simultaneously.  Everyone automatically turned to
the timer board to see who won.  After a scary second of doubt, a cheer
erupted from the bleachers.  Eastern had won the race by 3 thousandths of a
second giving them enough points to win the meet.
   Dejection spread through the Wildcat ranks as celebrations broke out all
around them.  They had come so far only to fall short and come away empty
handed.  Sparks congratulated Coach Ron with his specific brand of
condescension.  "I applaud your team's effort.  They performed above their
station and very nearly achieved something.  Have a nice trip home."
   Coach Ron was seething and already plotting revenge.  Their earliest
chance to beat Eastern would come at next Saturday's tri-county meet. 
"We'll get you next week."
   Sparks had started to walk away but at these words turned back and
returned a peculiar smile and nod.  He said nothing.  Coach Ron truly
believed he had the better team today.  Even though they lost, they had
shattered Eastern's reputation of invincibility.  The way they fought back
gave him hope for the rest of the season.  But that didn't assuage the
sting of defeat.  He and Johanna rounded up the team and got ready for the
depressing bus ride home.
   As usual, Rachel's body soon hit a wall and reversed course.  Despite
vigorous ongoing manual exertion, the arousal effects gradually waned back
down to a dull ache.  Frustrated she stopped rubbing.  She let go of her
mound and collapsed into the lounger.  Her need was unmistakable.  The goal
obvious.  The destination unattainable....unless.
   **Of course!  Why didn't I think of that sooner?
   Although she had exhausted every means on her own to achieve orgasm,
there was one thing she hadn't tried yet.  Something she would have
dismissed immediately under normal circumstances.  Perhaps it was time to
solicit outside help.  Bring in a partner to help her finish the job.  Her
aching loins drove her to fathom such extreme methods to find release.
   **Desperate times call for desperate measures.  I can't keep going like
this.
   The idea was not completely offensive to Rachel.  She planned to have a
boyfriend someday, of course.  She saw now harm in fooling around with a
guy she liked as long as it fell short of actual intercourse.  She
preferred to remain a virgin.  Ever since she hit puberty, she looked
forward to her first hands-on lesson in male anatomy; a common trait among
girls that age.  But it had always been a distant dream.  Something to
experience in college, or at least after her swimming career had run its
course.  Now she didn't think she could wait that long.
   **Maybe this is my body's way of encouraging me to move up the timeline.
My God, girl, are you really considering this?!
   Sanity tried to bury the thought, but the idea had already taken root.
Her pulse raced with the implications of this decision.  She twittered with
excitement.
   **There's nothing wrong with a little experimentation to shake things
up. I am mature enough to handle it.
   But trepidation crept in at the same time.  She was still learning about
her body in that way.  Treading into new sexual territory so soonafter the
emergence of such feelings seemed reckless; not to mention overwhelming and
a little scary.  She had more questions than answers.  How do you pick a
suitable candidate?  And then how do you broach such an intimate subject?
Rachel made a short mental list of potential partners.  Ones she already
knew and felt comfortable with.
   Tommy and Eric were tops on the list.  Physically she was attracted to
them both.  The glimpse of Tommy's penis through his bedroom window
certainly piqued her interest.  But she didn't know him that well.  They
first met less than a month ago.  Eric made more sense.  She considered him
a good friend and it fit logistically.  They lived together!
   There was one small problem, though.  One morning not long ago, her
hormones had driven her into Eric's room while he slept.  But she chickened
out before initiating the sexual encounter.  Her poorly executed attempt
failed so miserably that Eric took to keeping his bedroom door closed after
that.  Not a good sign.  Now she so feared he would decline her request for
help that she briefly pondered going a different direction.
   **I bet Ellie would be more than happy to help out.  She practically
volunteered when I spent the night at her house.
   Ellie was the safer bet, but she happened to lack certain anatomy.  More
and more frequently Rachel caught herself studying boys in her school.  It
went beyond casually appreciating some athlete's cute butt or muscular
body. Whomever she happened to be around, her gaze always ended up between
his legs.  And once she locked onto a bulge, she could scarcely pull
herself away.  The obsession consumed her.  That's why she chose Eric over
Ellie even if it meant risking their friendship.  The allure of getting to
play with a real penis outweighed the risk.
   Susan had gone to the community center for one of her club meetings. 
She said she didn't expect to be back before Eric returned.  That meant if
everything went according to plan, Rachel might have relief as early as
this afternoon.  The idea made her pulse race and sent her hormones into
high gear.
   **Eric it is.  Now how do you get him to help?
   She mistakenly thought guys will only respond to experienced girls. 
Being abjectly untrained in the art of seduction left her in a predicament.
She wracked her brain to think what had worked in the past.  Something she
could do that Eric would respond to.
   Of course the naive girl was making it much harder than she had to.  It
doesn't take much to seduce a teenage boy.  The direct approach would have
worked just as well as any elaborate production.  But she didn't know that.
   Eric's true feelings were hard to read because of his irreverent
attitude towards everything.  But Rachel had detected something different
by the pool after the first day of school.  The sight of her applying oil
to her bare body had captivated him.
   So Rachel adapted that script and decided to hang out by the pool until
Eric returned.  She would use the sunscreen as an excuse to lure him in;
starting with her back.  Eventually she would roll over and suggest he work
on her chest for a while.  Surely he would take the hint.
   A car door slammed around the corner.  Rachel's heart skipped a beat.
   **He's here!...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 5
   **Settle down, girl.  This is meant to be.  Don't back out now.
   The car door gave her just enough advanced warning to set the stage but
not enough time to fully second guess her decision.  Hormones, for the most
part, took control.  She was committed to it now; come what may.
   Rachel reinserted her pinnacle, for without it she was sunbathing naked.
Then she rolled onto her stomach and stretched out on the lounger in what
she hoped was a tempting pose.  She wanted Eric to be lured in by the sight
of her tanning but not look too obvious that he became suspicious.  Face
down with her breasts pressed into the lounger was the most modest way for
a naked girl to present herself.  Rachel closed her eyes and let her hair
fall over her face; partly to mask her nervousness, but also to look as if
she had been laying there for a long time.
   As the seconds ticked by, Rachel estimated Eric's location.
   **He's opening the front door.  Now he's in the living room.  Is he
looking for me?  Where will he go next?  What if he goes straight to his
room?  Relax.  He'll see me from his window and come back down.  Besides,
he's a teenage boy.  Eventually he will end up in the kitchen looking for a
snack.  That means he has to pass by the sliding glass door.
   Right on cue the back door slid open.  Rachel's heart started pounding
as the footsteps approached.  A thousand thoughts zoomed through her mind.
Would Eric agree to a recurring arrangement after this?  She would gladly
attend to his physical needs if he returned the favor.  It would benefit
them both to have a willing partner to learn from.  Perhaps it might
eventually grow into a boyfriend-girlfriend type relationship.  But she was
getting ahead of herself.
   A shadow fell over her.
   Sexual relief was literally within reach.  That's all that mattered
right now.
   **Don't screw this up.
   "Hello, Rachel."
   **Should I jump?  Act like I was asleep?  Be happy to see him?
   She wanted to feign a stretch as if he had just woken her up, but her
arms were already draped over the lip of the lounger above her head. 
Afraid of making the wrong move, she stuck to the plan and somehow managed
to reach a little higher.
   "Mmmh" she made a lazy, and hopefully sexy sound, "Hi".
   She looked absolutely stunning prostrate before him.  She felt his eyes
roaming her body as he stood over her in silence.
   **He's checking me out.  This is a good sign.  He hasn't run away yet.
What do I say now?  Is it too soon to ask him to help with the sunscreen?
Oh God, I'm so horny!
   "Working on your tan?"
   **Yes!
   It was like he could read her mind.  The innocent question gave her the
perfect opportunity.  She simply had to seize it.
   She endeavored to strike the right tone in delivering the line, "Yeah.
Actually, I could use another coat.  Would you mind?" As if the mere
prospect of applying one more drop of oil was too much a burden and he was
really doing her a favor.
   "Not at all."
   So easy.  Just like that he sat down beside her and grabbed the oil. 
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the first touch.  Her
nerves were on overdrive.  Strangely she felt dizzy even though she wasn't
standing.  The world sounded distorted through the pounding in her ears. 
Her bare skin tingled with electricity.
   A breeze drifted over her.  It sounded like a wind tunnel.  She vaguely
heard a lid unscrewing and hands being coated with oil.  First contact came
on her neck.  Five fingers landed at once then spread out to make room for
the entire hand.  He rested there for a moment as if savoring the initial
touch then the other hand joined in the fun.
   Rachel sighed.  She didn't have to pretend it felt incredible.  If
anything, she had to restrain herself from more delightful outbursts.  He
said nothing more; apparently serious about his task.
   He moved out from the base of her neck then worked up her arms, stopping
occasionally to renew his oil supply.  There was a little tweak when he got
to her elbow; the one that had been injured while she tried to escape from
the wrong car.  She winced.
   "Did that hurt?" Eric's voice sounded strange.  She attributed it to her
pounding pulse which was distorting her hearing.  "mmm no.  Go on.  You're
doing great," she settled back down and tried to remain still as he
returned to her torso.
   **His hands are so strong.  And feel bigger than I imagined.  Nothing
wrong with that.  It just means he's a big boy in other areas too!  He's
maturing; becoming a gentleman.  Sounds more like his father every day.
   She wriggled again when he brushed the sensitive area under her arms. 
But he didn't tarry there long.  Moving methodically over her first
erogenous zone, he teased the periphery of her chest which bulged out
either side of her slender frame.  That elicited and involuntary `coo' of
approval.  Rachel sensed his hands lingering there as if he wanted to
explore further.  But the way she was laying prevented direct access to her
breasts.  So after an appropriate pause, he moved on.
   The sensual massage had a predictable effect and for the first time all
week, she started to relax.  The ink from her service at the department
store had nearly faded away; though its presence had caused plenty of
stress at school.  Walking the halls with blue skin was a sure way to
literally alienate yourself to your peers.  Swim practice had been no
better; having every bit of her torso painted except her breasts made for
an embarrassing contrast.  But it had gotten easier each day.
   She sighed again.  Her nipples tingled and her pussy rippled over the
pinnacle shaft.  Her entire world consisted of those two hands exploring
her body, the warm air flowing over her bare skin, and the fabric of his
slacks brushing against her leg.  So far, so good.  The next test, her
bottom, was coming up fast.  Would he try to be a gentleman and ask first?
Would he just skip over it and go on to her legs?  Here she was at an
advantage because she could just lay there and let him figure it out.
   His hands moved independently yet in a synchronous pattern.  First one
then the other made their circuitous journey down her shapely back and came
to rest just below her swim belt on the first tantalizing curves of her
ass.
   "May I?"
   "Oh yes!" she responded almost too eagerly.  He didn't hesitate to slide
his hands down squarely onto the meat of her posterior.  Rachel buried her
face between her arms and whimpered even as her body tensed from the touch.
   It took all her will to be still as he massaged tanning oil into her
naked ass.  The impatient part of her wanted to cut to the chase and offer
her body to him.  At this point she would do anything for release; even
beg. But another part told her to keep things slower and enjoy the trip. 
She ended up writhing in place and arching back to keep her bottom firmly
pressed into his palms.
   Rachel lost all perception of time as the two strong hands alternated
between gently caressing her smooth skin and deeply kneading the muscle
beneath.  Once he had thoroughly and completely applied oil to her bottom,
he gave one last reluctant pat before moving on to her thighs and legs.
   By the time he had finished with her back side she had melted into the
lounger.  Even the work on her feet and toes produced arousal.  She felt
him stand up and wait next to the chair to see what she would do next. 
Rachel was at a crossroad.  It wasn't too late to back out now by thanking
him and letting him walk away.
   To roll over and ask for help with her other side was a thinly veiled
pretense.  What girl needs help applying sunscreen to her own front? 
Unless he was an idiot, he would see the request for what it really was; an
invitation to explore the rest of her body.  In the end it was the
unfulfilled acute sexual need that spurred her to action.
   Burying her fears Rachel casually rolled over.  She leaned back on her
elbows and thrust her ripe glands out complete with erect nipples in order
to create the most inviting target possible.  With pleading eyes and the
sexiest voice she could muster through trembling lips she asked "Would you
do my front?" then she braced for the real action to begin.
   The sun glared behind him and blinded her at first so she couldn't read
his body language for a reaction.  But the roar in her ears eased just
enough to clearly hear his spoken response.  The sound of the words "it
would be my pleasure" bore witness to a grave fact.  Rachel had made a
mistake.  The clues clicked in her mind.  They had been there all along;
his hands, his voice, the fabric of his pants.  It wasn't Eric who had been
attending her.  It was his father!
   "RICHARD???"
   The girl looked genuinely surprised to see him, but Richard was not
about to waste the open invitation.  He seized the moment.  A look of
horror dawn on her face as he leaned over, cupped one of her supple breasts
in his large hand, and gave it a healthy squeeze.  "At your service"...TO
BE CONTINUED
  
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