The Athletic Aesthetic

by Vanessa Wu

  He was wearing a cup, of course, but Rita squeezed anyway. She looked back at Chad. “Do you have condoms in your locker?”

  He seemed at a loss for words for a second, then gave a short twitch of his head. “No.”

  She turned to Evan. “Do you?”

  Evan took a little longer to regain the power of speech. After a few seconds he sputtered, “Um … yes. I do.”

  Rita dropped her hands from both of them. “Why don’t you go get them.”

  Evan stared at her, and she held his gaze. He moved forward incrementally, and Rita could tell he wanted to kiss her. Instead, he stepped aside and almost jogged to the entrance of the batting cage. “Be right back,” he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared.

  She and Chad stood silently, both facing the door through which Evan had disappeared. Rita’s breath was shallow, arousal heating her face and dampening her panties, threatening to waylay her senses.

  After a moment, Chad spoke.

  “Still like things the way you did back then?” He didn’t look at her but rather continued to stare straight ahead where Evan had gone, as though watching for him to come back.

  There was no need to ask what he meant. She swallowed as she felt herself get wet—or wetter, as the case may be.

  “Yeah.”

  Chad nodded once as the door opened and Evan came rushing back in. He had left his glove behind and held one hand now in a fist at his side. Rita smiled.

  “We’re going to my office.” She turned on her heel and led the way through the tunnel and up the ramp.

  They didn’t speak as their steps echoed across the concrete floor. The sun had long since set, and the concourse was dark as they made their way around the stadium to the stairs that led up to the offices. Rita could feel the heat from Chad’s body beside her, and it almost made her lightheaded. She had a feeling that Evan, on the other side, was still too stunned to speak even if she were to speak directly to him.

  She didn’t turn on the lights in her office. She just motioned them in silently and locked the door behind them. Then she took a deep breath and turned around.

  She leaned back against the door even before Chad stepped forward and pushed her against it, his lips solid against the side of her neck as he pulled her shirt up, backing away only to pull it over her head. She reached a hand out to Evan, who stepped forward and received it, then tentatively reached up and covered her breast with his other hand, squeezing harder when she moaned a little into the otherwise silent air of the office.

  Chad pulled her forward, and Rita dropped eagerly to her knees, sliding her hand down Evan’s body as she did. Chad already had his cock out by the time she hit the floor, and she dove forward to take it her mouth, fumbling with her other hand to extract Evan’s from his pants. She felt him help, and when it was free, she stroked it slowly while she sucked Chad at the same pace, her fingers lingering against his balls.

  Chad ran a hand through her hair. For a brief second she felt his thumb brush across her cheek, and she caught her breath for a reason other than unrelenting lust. There was no mistaking the tenderness in the movement, and it surprised her, but it was gone almost before she’d had time to process it.

  She sucked him deeper, looking up at him as he wound his hand into a fist in her hair. His breath deepened as his eyes darkened with helpless arousal, and she knew she could make him come that way in a matter of seconds if she worked at it.

  Chad pulled her back by her hair and turned her around. “Suck his dick now, baby,” he said, pushing her head toward Evan’s cock, which Evan eagerly helped to slip between her lips. “That’s right,” Chad whispered as he kept his grip and pushed her head rhythmically. “Good girl.”

  It had been so long since she’d been called a “good girl”—just over ten years, in fact—that Rita almost came at the words. She’d never told anyone else what the phrase did for her, and it clearly hadn’t lost its power. Chad reached down and pulled her up by her torso, maintaining his hold on her head so that Evan’s penis remained in her mouth. He let go only to pull off her shorts and panties, and to pull up a nearby chair for her to kneel on for support. Rita did so, resting forward against the back of the chair as she took Evan’s cock to the back of her throat.

  For a moment, Chad removed his hands from her. As she heard him rip open a condom, Rita had to pull away from Evan for a second to catch her breath, aware that she could come any second. She looked up at Evan, whose eyes held the desperate hunger of youth and sweetness. She gave him a sly smile, and he pulled her up and kissed her, his eager tongue exploring urgently as his hand slipped around the back of her neck.

  She felt Chad’s hands on her hips, and in a second he had slipped into her. She moaned into Evan’s mouth, arching her back to take Chad as deep as she could in her position. Chad gave her a second to get used to him, running his hands slowly up and down her back, around her torso and caressing her breasts. Her shudder at his touch gave away just how much she had missed it.

  Then, without warning, he began pistoning forcefully into her. Rita pulled away from Evan and cried out, moving beyond any form of rational thought as Chad reached around and found her clit. She didn’t even register when she started coming, she just knew she was, and she screamed incoherently as her body bucked around Chad’s cock, catching herself on the back of the chair as she fell forward.

  She heard Chad’s voice but didn’t register what he said, and seconds later Evan’s hands found her head and guided her mouth gently back to his cock. She was happy to take it, sucking blissfully amidst the endorphins that floated like snow-globe glitter in her brain as Chad fucked her none too gently from behind. He gave her ass a heavy slap, and she grunted against Evan’s cock.

  “She loves it,” she heard Chad say this time, and she smiled as best she could with Evan filling her mouth as she pictured the questioning look of concern from Evan that had probably prompted the comment.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” Chad murmured, reaching out to grab her hair again and almost pulling her off Evan in his fervor. “Are you ready for that? You ready for me to shoot this load deep inside you?”

  Rita squealed against Evan’s cock and she heard his intake of breath at the increased stimulation. Chad grabbed both her hips and slammed into her, hissing a long “Fuuuuck” as she felt him release and push inside her as deeply as he could go. Chad bucked and pumped behind her, as she released Evan’s cock from her mouth. She took it in one hand and stroked it smoothly as her breath stuttered, her clit aching to be touched again as Chad eventually pulled out of her.

  “All right, come on baby,” Chad panted softly as he pulled her up and moved the chair. “Lie down and let Evan fuck you.”

  Rita slid like water to the ground and lay on her back, her clit pulsing insistently as she anticipated Evan’s cock. Evan, for his part, didn’t need to be told twice as he dropped to his knees and fumbled with the condom Chad handed to him.

  “Spread your legs for him, baby,” Chad whispered unnecessarily as Evan moved into position and slid inside her.

  “Oh, god,” she gasped as the younger man’s cock filled her. Evan covered her body with his as he dropped forward onto his elbows, sliding both hands into her hair with a gentleness that contradicted the urgency of his cock as it pounded into her. His breath was harsh in her ear as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.

  “Rita,” he whispered almost inaudibly as the speed of his thrusting increased. A second later he gripped her hair tightly as he came, slamming into her with abandon as she squeezed his hard shoulders and held back another cry.

  “Finish her off, Evan,” Chad murmured as Evan pushed himself up. With a little smile Rita could only attribute to amusement at Chad’s telling him what to do, Evan slid his fingers down to her slick clit and brushed it gently, oh so gently, making every nerve in her body stand on end.

 
A tiny “Oh” emerged from Rita’s mouth as her breath paused. One more movement from Evan’s finger and she was going to come. The moment seemed to suspend itself in her darkened office as her body coiled, nearly shaking in anticipation of the release it so needed.

  Evan’s finger moved a fraction of an inch, and Rita screamed as the orgasm flooded through her, feeling the pace of Evan’s finger increasing as she thrashed beneath him. For what seemed like minutes she writhed and shrieked, finally covering Evan’s hand with her own to still it when she couldn’t take anymore. She gulped air, her body shuddering as she worked to catch her breath. An involuntary giggle emerged from the pure ecstasy deluging her system, and Chad, who had at some point moved to the floor to kneel beside her, caught her hand as it fell to her side. Her stomach stirred as he kissed it, then helped her up as he stood himself, Evan getting to his feet on her other side.

  In a daze, she pulled her clothes on in the dark, then sat by Evan at the table. Chad leaned against her desk, watching her, she found when she met his eyes.

  She glanced to Evan, who was also looking at her, and flashed a quick smile in response to his crooked one. She found she had no idea what to say, but perhaps she didn’t need to.

  Eventually, she stood up, another breathless giggle escaping her as she spoke.

  “I guess I’d better let you two head out.” Quiet as it was, her voice sounded stark in the dark room. “You have a game to rest up for tomorrow.” A wicked grin crossed her face as she felt a fluttering anticipation. She hadn’t looked forward to watching a game this much in a long time.

  “That we do. Will you be coming?” Evan asked. His impish smile suggested the entendre was intentional, even as his eyes reflected their usual innocence.

  “Of course she will.” Chad’s voice was soft, but Rita’s pussy jumped at its underlying commanding tone as he pushed away from the desk. He paused to let her walk in front of him, then continued, “And I’m sure we both look forward to seeing you.” She felt the warmth of his body behind her as he whispered in her ear, “Out from under the bleachers this time.”

  Rita’s breath caught. She started to turn around, but Chad's gentle hands landed on her hips and guided her forward as Evan reached to open the door for her. She let out a breath and turned to brush a kiss across Evan’s lips as she nearly floated over the threshold.

  It occurred to her she may want to rest up herself.

  Monocoque

  Vanessa Wu

  He was not very tall. I guess he was about five foot six. But he was very slim and he eased himself into the seat beside me like a Formula One driver sinking down into his cockpit. The image came to my mind because he looked a bit like one of the drivers I’d recently seen on television in the build up to the Chinese Grand Prix. He was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jaw and a cleft chin. He looked like he’d just got out of bed because his brown hair was all tousled and wispy. He had a keen, impudent look in his eye as if there was nothing he wouldn’t do.

  We were on a plane at Heathrow airport preparing for a night flight to Shanghai.

  “If we’re going to spend ten hours together,” he said. “I’m going to be pushing past you a lot.”

  That seemed like a delicious prospect. “I don’t mind,” I said. “I prefer to have the aisle seat. Just let me know when you want to squeeze by.”

  “I would have preferred an aisle seat,” he said, “but I didn’t know the procedure. I left it too late. I only reserved my seat at the last minute at the airport.” He had a thick Swiss-German accent, like a farmer.

  “Why didn’t you do it online?”

  “I’ve never flown before. I didn’t know.”

  “But you’re not English.”

  “No, I’m from Switzerland. I had to come via London for the flight to Shanghai.”

  I knew Switzerland well, having lived in Germany near the Swiss border for several years. We started chatting and I discovered he was from Bern. Bern people are well known for being ponderous and slow. I hoped he wasn’t like that.

  “How come you’ve never flown before?”

  “Because I’ve never been outside Switzerland before.”

  “Really? Is that possible?”

  “It’s not only possible, it’s a fact.”

  “I’m amazed.”

  “That’s my first mission done, then.”

  “What mission?”

  “As soon as I saw you, I made a mental note that I wanted to amaze you.”

  “Really? Why?”

  He shrugged. “Is that a really stupid thing to say?”

  “I hope not,” I said.

  “I’m not good at flirting with beautiful women.”

  “I don’t mind if you want to practice,” I said.

  “And you are a very beautiful woman.”

  “Well, you are off to a good start,” I said. “And it didn’t take you long.”

  “I can be very quick.”

  Not a typical Bern man, then, I thought. I was pleased and flattered but I’ve learned not to be too encouraging around handsome men. “Your girlfriend should have told you that being quick is not necessarily a recommendation in a man,” I said.

  “It is if you have a passion for Formula One. I do. And that’s why I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “Formula One?”

  “That’s my second mission.”

  “What is?”

  “To see the race in Shanghai. That’s why I decided to leave Switzerland finally. I’m a Formula One fan and I’ve got a ticket for the race in Shanghai.”

  “Why not choose a race closer to home?”

  “Oh, I’ll be going to some European races too. This is my year for adventures.”

  This is very promising, I thought. Then I said, truthfully, “You look a bit like a driver I saw on television.”

  “Which one?”

  “I don’t know his name. I didn’t pay much attention. I don’t understand motor racing. But I understood what he was saying very well because—oh, perhaps I’d better not say.”

  “No, go on, say it. What?”

  “He said cars are like women and he’s slept with many beautiful women. But the trouble is, no matter how good looking a woman is, there’s always a pimple on her bum.”

  “Really, did he say that?”

  “Word for word, a pimple on her bum. Really! Like he’s Mr. Perfect or something.”

  “Which driver was it?”

  “I told you, I don’t know.”

  “I’d never kick a girl out of bed for a pimple on her bum.”

  “No, I’d hope not,” I said. Then I felt myself blushing in case he jumped to the wrong conclusions.

  “You don’t have a pimple on your bum, do you?” he asked.

  “That’s for me to know,” I said, rather more harshly than I intended.

  “Well, I wouldn’t kick you out if you did,” he said.

  Actually he was more than handsome. I liked his lean physique. He was muscular without being brawny. He seemed very intelligent and I have a thing for intelligent men. The fact that he liked Formula One counted against him. It was not a sport I cared anything for. It seemed full of vain and superficial people who prized looks above substance. But I could easily drop my prejudices in the face of his warm, physical presence and his seductive gaze. I could drop more than my prejudices in fact. He was exactly the kind of man I could drop everything for, so when he talked of not kicking me out of bed I blushed again and felt very foolish and confused.

  I covered my embarrassment with some polite phrases and busied myself with arranging my blanket and headphones while he talked nonsense about this and that. I wasn’t really listening. I was registering his voice as a physical thing only, like fingers caressing my cheek or the wind in my hair. I had no idea of the meaning carried by his breath.

 
Then, as the stewardesses in the aisles adopted that stiff position that they always take just before they go through the safety instructions, his voice trailed off and was silent.

  I was aware of him leaning towards me slightly, craning his neck to get a better look at the stewardesses. I think perhaps that was the moment that my desire for him became more than a passing fancy. It became a craving. It was sweet and delicious at first. I breathed in his scent. I willed his body to move closer to mine and I sensed my physical presence drawing him like a magnet. I imagined him without his shirt. I wanted to touch his skin.

  But gradually, during the course of the flight, my craving grew and I began to feel pain. I wanted him. My body wanted him. It was a mono—mono—

  “Monocoque,” he said.

  I blushed. “What?”

  It was later in the flight. We had eaten a meal and I thought he had stopped talking for a while. He had been confusing me with technical babble I could scarcely follow. My mind had been wandering. But now he broke into my drifting thoughts with his strange Swiss-German accent uttering strange Frenchified words.

  “The driver sits in a carbon fiber survival cell molded as a single shell,” he was saying. “It’s built to absorb the colossal energy of an impact, which is why you so often see a driver simply walk away from a crash.”

  “So there’s no danger, then?” I said, knowing nothing about it. Whenever he talked of Formula One I would simply stare at his lips.

  “Oh no, there’s a lot of danger,” he said, “But most of the time it’s invisible. The danger comes from the G-forces. During a race the drivers have to withstand colossal G-forces similar to fighter pilots, only laterally instead of vertically. During cornering they might have to withstand forces up to four times the weight of their bodies, pressing against their ribs and neck. That can make it hard to breathe, so they have to be incredibly fit. You can black out if you’re not prepared for it. But that’s the drama you don’t see, all that physical drama inside the cockpit.”

  “I think I prefer drama I can see,” I said.