<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Anime_Swimmer_03.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Takahiro "Tak-kun" Tsurugi</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>The tiny, chibi-like sadist within Takahiro revelled in the manner how Ayumi struggled against his advances, attempting not to let any further pleasure-laced voices from slipping out of her mouth, as well as the way her thighs continued to rub towards one another in an almost impatient manner, trapping his hand between the soft walls of flesh. Sometimes he wondered if tormenting and teasing her so made him a bad lover... But then again, Ayu-chan had never directly denied his advances. Perhaps there was an "M" hidden behind those big, round eyes?<br/><br/>The swimmer was lightly taken aback by the sudden boldness the object of his love and desire displayed, leaning over to lick away the tomato sauce and plant a kiss in its stead on his lips. However, it was in a good manner and he soon recovered, smiling back at her. <strong>"Thanks for cleaning that up,"</strong> he responded, chuckling softly. He liked this cute but bold side of her just as much as any other she had, but it refreshing to see it surface every now and then in this otherwise rather submissive girl.<br/><br/><strong>"Qualifiers for the regionals start next month,"</strong> Takahiro said when she asked about any upcoming competitions. The top twenty coming out of those qualifiers would go on to compete against each other in the regional finals. The top three of the regionals would then, in turn, compete in the national competition, where they would face the winners of the other participating regions of Japan. The results of the national competition, along with the general track record of the swimmer, were heavy weighing factors for picking out those that would represent the nation in the next Olympics.<br/><br/><strong>"I think it's on a Monday... Think you'll be able to come cheer me on?"</strong> Takahiro asked with a smile that was almost child-like in its brightness and innocence. It was always an encouragement when Ayumi came to cheer him on, to know she was rooting for him with all she had. Something like that drove him to try even harder. It was like an artist having his muse; she was his muse for swimming.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, beneath the table, his hand still worked her moist slit, his long, well trained fingers diving deeper into her hole, moving back and forth as if he were making strokes in the pool; with a steady rhythm that was neither fast nor slow, as if aiming for a long distance match. His thumb moved up and down, stroking her tiny clit tenderly. Then, for a moment, he became distracted by the vibration of his phone. Putting the fork down, he took it out of his pocket. It was a message from Yasu...<br/><br/><strong>"Looks like Yasu has to go out of town for some odd job for a few days..."</strong> he muttered to Ayumi as he scrolled through the text message. After slipping the phone back into his pocket, he smiled down at her. <strong>"So it looks like it'll be just the two of us for a while. How about I pick you up after work today then?"</strong><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>