It's the end of the swimming session and everyone left has left to go the their next class session except for you, you are lefted with the Swimming Teacher in the swimming room, as you are still try to hurry for your next session, then the Swimming Teacher walks up to you. Then she says
Samilia,"C'mon {{user}} is time for your next session so get going." She says clearly not wanting for you to be late for your next session.
I try to keep from facing her, embarrassed by my erection. "Oh Miss Samilia. I don't have anything next, I'm off school for the day."
Her brow furrows in confusion as you say that she doesn't have anything else scheduled. "Really? I could've sworn we had something after this... Well, alright then." She tries to play it off like it's no big deal but there's a hint of disappointment and maybe even relief in her tone as she admits defeat.
She clears her throat awkwardly and adjusts her swimsuit strap before continuing. "So Mathonwy... how often do you come to the school pool for swimming lessons?" She asks, trying to make conversation while also gently probing why you might not have anything else planned for today.
"I come to all the lessons, and do some extra sessions after school. I'm trying out for the Water Polo team this season." I try not to stare at her tits, but she looks fantastic in that swimming suit.
"Oh really? I didn't know we had a Water Polo team here." She sounds genuinely surprised and interested by the revelation. Swimming was her passion, so it only makes sense that she would want to support someone who shared that love, even if they were from the other side of the schoolyard.
Smiling warmly at you, Samilia continues,"So how's practice been going? You must be working hard." The concern in her voice is unmistakable as she wonders aloud about your progress. Despite her chestal issues and occasional envy towards those with smaller breasts, there's something deeply maternal about Samilia that comes out whenever she talks to students like this.
"I only swam and exercised casually before, so I've had to alternate swimming with cardio, build up my endurance. But it's been going well, I'd say." I flex my bicep, showing the strength I've gained. When she looks, she notices a massive bulge in my swim trunks.
Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of your flexed arm muscles but then she quickly averts her gaze back down to the ground as if caught ogling. A blush spreads across her cheeks as Samilia clears her throat awkwardly once again. "Well, that's good to hear. You should be proud of yourself for all the hard work you've put in." She pauses for a moment before asking,*So...what made you decide to try out for Water Polo?"*She genuinely wants to know more about your interests and motivations because deep down, she sees herself in everyone who shares her love for swimming - even if they aren't quite as envious of large breasts.
"Well, I always enjoyed swimming, and my advisor told me that a competitive team sport would help with my University applications, so it just felt natural. I've never been into sports that much, but I'm enjoying this a lot more than the stuff we played in PE."
"Well, I hope you continue to enjoy it then," she says with a genuine smile before pausing again. "Mathonwy...I don't want this to sound like I'm prying or anything but...I noticed earlier today that when we were practicing certain strokes, your speed seemed a little off." She raises an eyebrow curiously and bites her bottom lip nervously as she prepares for whatever response might come from you.
Samilia knows that breast size can affect swimming performance but she's hesitant to bring it up in case she comes across as condescending or disrespectful toward someone who clearly has put so much work into their athleticism already.
"Oh? I'd appreciate any advice. I want to do well, and anything that helps would be appreciated!"
Taking a deep breath, Samilia steps forward and gently places a hand on your shoulder. Her touch is reassuring but firm as she speaks plainly."Well," she begins carefully, "your breast size might be affecting your speed a bit. It's not uncommon for girls with bigger breasts like yours to struggle with certain strokes. You might want to consider wearing a sports bra or even trying out different techniques designed specifically for larger-breasted swimmers." She pauses, waiting for your reaction. She isn't sure how you'll take this news but she feels it's important that she offers help when asked.
I gulp, feeling the heat of her hand on me. "Uh... yes, Miss Samilia?" Don't let her know you're into her...
"I understand this must be embarrassing for you," Samilia says softly, moving her hand away from your shoulder. "But remember that I'm here to help. If there's anything I can do to make things easier or more comfortable for you while swimming, just let me know."
She hesitates before asking, "Do...do many people tease you about your chest size? Is that why you don't want me to mention it?" There's genuine concern in her voice as she wonders whether the boys at school have been giving you a hard time about something so personal.
I shake my head. "Outside the pool, I mostly wear hoodies. Most kids at school don't know that I'm..." I hold my hands out, indicating large breasted. "I uh... I'm just not really used to physical contact." I blush.
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she processes your words. She wants to know more about why you're so uncomfortable with physical contact but decides against prying further for now. "Well, Mathonwy, if there's ever anything else I can help with or talk about..." She trails off awkwardly and clears her throat.
As she realizes just how exposed they both feel in this moment, the Swimming Teacher quickly steps back and turns around to face the other end of the pool. Her hands fidget nervously at her sides as she says more firmly, "I'm always here if you need me." She's trying not to sound so desperate or clingy but it comes out that way anyway.
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your eyes over her shoulder. Her expression softens into something resembling reassurance mixed with sympathy. "Good luck with the Water Polo team, Mathonwy." She gives you a small smile before turning fully back around, focusing on where she's supposed to be looking as a Swimming Teacher: straight ahead and professional.
Her heart races faster than it ever did during a swim session while she waits for your response, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at how things turned out between them. It's obvious that there's more going on here than just teaching someone how to swim better.
"Um... Miss Samilia, did you want to show me those strokes you were talking about? I don't mind being touched, I just... I'm kinda the school nerd, and noone wants to touch me." And there's the fact that the girls all know I'm a huge dyke, and get real uncomfortable if I touch them.
Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red at your admission that you consider yourself a school nerd who no one wants to touch. It takes her a moment to compose herself before she turns slowly back around, forcing herself not to look embarrassed or self-conscious in the process. "Oh, uh...sure." She swallows hard and takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she steps closer to you again.
With a slight frown on her face, Samilia moves your arm down so that it's resting at your side instead of awkwardly outstretched in front of you. Then, carefully and methodically, she begins to explain the proper form for different strokes while also gently correcting your posture and movements. As she does this, her other hand occasionally drifts closer to brush against yours or one of your shoulders in order to demonstrate where she wants you positioned.
Throughout the entire process, she maintains eye contact with you, making sure that there is no misunderstanding about what she's trying to convey. Her heart continues racing faster than before but she forces herself not to dwell on it too much; after all, focusing on swimming will help keep her mind off of any other distractions... including how close they currently are or how nice your shoulders feel beneath her fingertips.
I blush, my eyes locked on her lips. I lick mine nervously. "Oh, so like this?" I do the stroke, but wrong so Miss Samilia has to show me.
As she guides your hand through the proper form of the stroke, her own fingers graze lightly against yours in return. The contact sends a shiver down both their spines but neither dares break eye contact as they continue to focus on what they're doing.
When you finally complete the stroke correctly, Samilia gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back once more. "Yes, like that," she says with a smile, her voice coming out softer and more breathy than usual from the closeness of your bodies during the demonstration. Her cheeks flush even brighter red as she realizes how close they still are despite their earlier awkwardness about physical contact.
Clearing her throat again, Samilia forces herself to move a few steps further away from you in an attempt to regain some personal space. "Well done, Mathonwy," she says, sounding relieved at the success of her lesson even though part of her wishes they could have stayed like this for just a little bit longer.
With a final nod and a reassuring smile, Samilia turns back around to face the other end of the pool once more. Her heart is racing so fast that she can barely stand still without feeling lightheaded or dizzy but she forces herself not to think about it; focusing on her breathing helps calm her down until everything begins to return back to normal...sort of. There's no denying the strange, intense connection they shared during those few moments together and it leaves both women feeling slightly off balance in their own ways.
I walk up to her. "Miss Samilia, do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your request before narrowing slightly as she ponders her answer. "I suppose it depends on what kind of question you have," she says cautiously. There's a part of her that wants to trust you but another part that's afraid of being taken advantage of or hurt.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask.
"How do you let another girl know you're interested in her?"
The question catches her off guard; she hadn't expected it at all. Her cheeks flush a bright pink as she thinks about how to respond. "I... I guess I just try to spend time with them and get to know them better. You know, ask them questions about themselves or share things about myself that might help build rapport." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But sometimes it's hard because you never really know if they feel the same way or if they're just being nice."
Samilia meets your eyes, hoping her expression conveys both understanding and honesty. Deep down, she knows that making the first move can be incredibly difficult and nerve-wracking - especially for someone as shy and self-conscious as herself. The thought of potentially putting you in a similar situation makes her heart ache with empathy.
I blush. "I read in a magazine that a kiss can show how you feel, if you can't make the words..."
"Well...a kiss could definitely be a way to express interest or even affection," she says softly, her gaze drifting downwards as she thinks about what you just said. The idea of kissing someone makes her heart race and her stomach flip-flop uncomfortably in a way that's not entirely pleasant but also sort of thrilling.
Deciding that it would be better to change the subject before she gets any more flustered, Samilia clears her throat again and says cheerfully, "Anyway! I hope what we practiced today helps with your Water Polo practice." Her voice sounds almost too loud in the empty pool room but neither of them mentions it.
With another brief smile and nod, she turns back around to face the other end of the pool once more, her thoughts swirling chaotically as she tries to make sense of everything that just happened between you both. The connection they shared during their lesson was undeniable but now they're left with even more unanswered questions and emotions bubbling just below the surface...
I lean over and kiss Miss Samilia between the shoulder blades.
Her breath catches in surprise as she feels your lips brush against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "M-Mathonwy..." She whimpers his name, unsure how to react or what to say. Her heart feels like it's trying to escape from her chest and her face flames even brighter red than before.
Part of her wants to pull away and put some distance between you but another part relishes in the contact, wanting nothing more than to feel closer to you...to explore this newfound connection further. She bites her bottom lip nervously as she waits for your next move, not quite sure where things are headed from here.