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heading for the door.
     

Chapter Three
     
    He attacked the weights with vigour and
quickly regretted the decision not to warm up completely as his chest muscles
began to scream in protest. He had to admit defeat when he felt the right side
of his chest seized under the strained muscle and sat, hunched forward,
clutching the injured muscle, only leaving the gym on the advice of the
resident trainer who told him to sit awhile in the sauna and then to take a
gentle swim before going home.
    The heat of the sauna ironically helped to
cool his temper; he stayed there quite some time until he felt his bad mood
fade and grew tired of the sweat streaming down his body. Leaving the sauna, he
stepped under the poolside shower before taking a slow stroll to the deep end
and diving in.
    Surfacing, he pulled in a lung full of air
and settled into an easy front crawl, reaching the shallow end and standing up
and that was when he saw her, the buxom brunette that he had first met when he
accompanied Helen, Luke and Carmen to the pool, what now seemed like years ago
when Carmen was still pregnant. He had had several conversations with this girl
since and quickly realised she was only after one thing, she hadn’t batted an
eyelid when she tried to tell him her name and he had told her that names would
only complicate things in the long run, she had simply smiled and said “Ok”
before swimming away, resuming their conversation the next time they met in the
pool.
    Glancing over her shoulder as she opened
her locker, she smiled when she saw him follow her into the changing room,
dropping her towel as he got closer. Paul bent to pick up the towel and held it
out to her, keeping a firm grasp on the corner he held so that she drew him
towards her when she tried to take it from him. She laughed softly and turned
back to her locker; he heard a zip opening but couldn’t see what she was doing.
He took a step back as she turned fully towards him, his gaze drifting down
over her body encased in a one piece swimsuit which could prove problematic, it
barely covered her breasts, her hardened nipples obvious in the chill of the
changing room, looking lower he could clearly see the dent of her navel and
lower still, the cleft between her legs.
    Dragging his gaze back to her face, he
smiled at her, his hand closing around the one she held in front of him, a
single condom held between her fingers, an eyebrow raised in expectation. His
initial thought of pulling her into one of the family changing cubicles was
superseded by the notion that it was too obvious a move and the staff there
would more than likely spot them as those cubicles were poolside, he instead
guided her to a single changing cubicle in the centre of the changing rooms and
out of view of the pool, the small size of it working to his advantage, he
didn’t want her to move much, it wasn’t necessary for what he had in mind.
    Shooting the bolt home, he prised his wet
swimming shorts down from his hips and wasted no time in covering his erection
with the condom. During this time, the bouncing brunette freed her breasts from
her costume and eased aside the crotch, she wrapped a hand around the back of
his head and guided his mouth to one pert nipple as he stepped closer, gasping
as his fingers stroked and delved into her wetness while nibbling on her
breast.
    Quickly coming to the conclusion that this
girl was as ready as he was, he pushed her back against the melamine wall of the
cubicle and lifted one of her legs. Her free foot she raised to stabilise
herself on the small built in bench as the young stud in front of her rammed
home.
    Paul expected the guilt to hit him on the
short walk home but it didn’t. He thought that perhaps it would kick in once he
actually got home but no, nothing. Hearing Carmen’s voice and Luke’s giggle he
headed upstairs, certain that guilt would kick him in the nuts when he set eyes
on Carmen.
    Standing in the doorway of Luke’s room, he
watched as Carmen