I had always had a crush on Scott. He had sandy blonde hair, piercing ice blue eyes, and looked amazing without a shirt, which he would take off sometimes during summer workouts causing more than a bit of scandal with the parents. For two years I would flirt, biting my tongue between my teeth as I smiled I’m response to some comment he made, or grinning like the schoolgirl I was when I passed his office on the way out of the gym. I wanted something to happen but was not sure it ever would.
The foundation however was laid during a weekend meet we had after spring break. We all stayed at a hotel a few hours away and the night before had dinner. Several of us teased him and flirted. I asked why he didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment and one of the girls, Melissa, goes, “He’s waiting for us to graduate!” And we all giggled like idiots. Her words would prove prophetic. The same night, he made rounds to tell us lights out and I was in another girl’s room, Ashley, and he stood in the doorway and told us we had to go to bed. I stood up and passed close by him, wearing only a tee shirt and panties, pressing my hand just against his hard abs just at his waistline and made a point to give hard eye contact. He later told me he went to his room and jacked off thinking about me, but that wasn’t until later. He was never going to do anything to get in trouble. That was my game.