by Eva Luxe
Solomon climbed behind Logan, both as a safety net and to enjoy the view of her toned calves rippling each time she extended her legs. When they reached the top, they held hands and slowly approached the edge, peering down into the water.
“Yikes.” Said Logan. “This makes all the stuff we watched even more impressive.”
Solomon looked down again and then all around, imagining being up on the platform in front of a packed house, imagining the adrenaline rush that would come with a perfect dive.
Lost in his daydream, he didn’t even notice that Logan was stripping down to her swimsuit, or to be more precise, her birthday suit.
“Wow, Logan, I…” He stammered.
“Aren’t you the one who suggested skinny-dipping? And now you’re all bashful? Don’t worry, you can keep your medal on, champ,” she joked.
Solomon didn’t need an engraved invitation. He pulled off his t-shirt, and kicked off his shorts, standing stark naked across the platform from an equally bare Logan Lowery.
“I would be so dead if Coach P could see me now,” Logan said, her hands strategically placed to cover as much of her nakedness as she could.
“Yeah, I don’t think this is exactly what the Prime Minister had in mind when he told me how ‘proud Fiji and her people were’ of me. But who cares? They’ve all enjoyed themselves at our expense, right? It’s time we had something just for ourselves.”
Solomon stepped across the platform, placing a hand on Logan’s face, and kissed her deeply. Logan’s bashfulness receded as she returned the kiss, feeling Solomon’s medal swing and come to rest atop her breasts. Their hands explored each other’s sides and backs, fingertips dancing on bronzed flesh.
Breaking the kiss, they exchanged a smile and then a deep stare. “Winning this medal, I thought, was going to be the greatest thing that I’d ever done. Or had ever happened to me. But I was wrong. Nothing could make me happier than you. You’re driving me crazy, Logan Lowery.”
Logan kissed Solomon again, and his arms enveloped her. She reached down and felt his ample manhood hardening against her. He gasped at her touch.
Squeezing his cock to emphasize her point, Logan looked Solomon in the eye. “If you want this anywhere near me, meet me in the pool.”
With that, Logan took two steps and leapt from the platform, slicing through the water as straight as a pencil, surprised that even jumping from three stories up, she didn’t touch bottom.
Solomon was stunned, but despite his protestation that he couldn’t possibly jump, Solomon smartly ditched his medal onto the pile of clothes and he took the plunge. Logan had resurfaced off to the side, and after recovering from the impact, Solomon joined her there.
Solomon put his back to the side, holding himself up with outstretched arms. Logan wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed, hungrily. Their bodies slick in the water, Logan swung first one leg behind Solomon and then another, reaching down to position him accordingly. Satisfied that he was at her entrance, she sank slowly down, pulling herself tight against him as she accepted inch after seemingly endless inch. Solomon’s head rolled back onto the edge, and moaned softly toward the night sky. He had to remain virtually still in order to keep their heads above water, and after some trial and error, Logan found a good position and rhythm.
Her feet ran up and down his legs, her hands exploring his muscled torso, at times her entire weight held up by a combination of natural buoyancy and Solomon’s powerful cock. The sensations were indescribable for both of them, and Logan settled on placing her hands on Solomon’s broad shoulders, using them to pull herself up and then driving her hips back down.
Sometimes, she’d leave him buried inside and just let him throb, her heartbeat struggling to match the invader filling her so well. During one such interlude, Solomon lifted his head and whispered to Logan.
“I love you. You mean everything to me.”
Hearing those words, Logan kissed her man deeply, climaxing as she ground herself against his torso.
Solomon could feel her trembling, and he encouraged her. “That’s it. Come for me. Come all night for me if you want to. I love you so much.”
Logan began rutting frantically, wanting the reward of Solomon’s orgasm. She wanted it so badly, to give him even the tiniest portion of the pleasure ripping through her body.
Solomon placed his heels on the side of the pool and thrust forward, reaching down to cup Logan’s ass with one hand and force himself deeper inside. Trying to hold her in place was like trying to lasso a cyclone, and Solomon could feel her climaxing again and again. The spasms came from deep within her, and each one massaged his length and drove him closer to the inevitable.
“Keep fucking me, Logan. I’m close. I’m going to let go and hold you with both hands and let us sink under the water while we come together.”
“Yes! I need you to come, please come let me feel you come!”
Hips still churning violently, Solomon pulled Logan tight against him and pushed off the wall, emptying his lungs into the pool as they sank. The lovers squeezed each other in an embrace unlike any had ever known, so tight they became one, Solomon flooding into Logan as they sank deeper into orgasmic oblivion.
Solomon thought he’d never stop coming, his lack of oxygen amplifying the climax tenfold. He never stopped to consider asking if Logan was using any protection, but he didn’t care. As they sank nearer the bottom, into water that got darker by the inch, both of their eyes flew open and they nodded their agreed need to return to the surface. Logan exploded out of the water first, gasping for air. Solomon arrived seconds later, gulping in breaths of his own.
Basking in their shared bliss, the pair swam lazily about the enormous pool, laughing, touching, and talking. Neither relished the thought of climbing back up for their shed clothing, but Logan held the trump card – Solomon’s medal was up there, so begrudgingly, he made the climb. And Logan took her turn to admire Solomon’s sculpted legs and flawless ass.
I feel like I’ve already won, she thought as she watched him.
How did people stand to be this much in love? She might never know. But she’d ride the wave of Solomon Kano until the end.
Chapter 33 - Solomon
After their tryst in the pool, Logan and Solomon did their best to inconspicuously return to their rooms. Solomon’s Olympics had been over for quite some time; he had no more bed checks, no coaches to please, nothing but glorious days rooting for Logan and her team and attending whatever events caught his eye. And nights spent with Logan, making love and making plans. Plans for life after Rio, plans for Tokyo four years hence, and plans, although he hadn’t told her yet, for turning Logan Lowery into Logan Kano.
The two lovebirds parted ways a safe distance from the dorms in which the USWNT were housed, for fear of Logan being caught breaking curfew. She skipped up the stairs, hair still wet, to find Savannah sitting on her bed, playing the role of concerned mother. And when Logan told her the story of the pool, of envious best friend.
“Okay, I give up. Is that Markus dude still in Rio? I need a Fijian guy in my life, I think,” Savannah pondered.
“I think he left last week. And I think he banged half the beach volleyball players here. So use that information as you will. Hey, it’s late. Where are Alyssa and Tara?” Logan asked.
“No idea. Tara was texting with some guy and left for a rendezvous, I think. Alyssa tagged along. I thought they’d be back by now.”
Logan went to take a shower and then looked forward to a good, long sleep.
* * *
Solomon bounced up the stairs to his room. There were athletes congregating all over the Village, in courtyards and vacated rooms, and the pool was full. Love, or more likely lust, was in the air.
Solomon walked toward his room, producing his key, when he noticed something strange. The door across the hallway from him, a room that had been empty for a week, had a light on and strange sounds coming from it. At first he thought it was a makeshift love den, but puttin
g an ear to the door, he heard sounds that weren’t at all what he expected. A man’s voice, deep and older than what he thought an athlete would sound like, with a thick accent, maybe German, was clearly agitated:
“I don’t care about her. Only you. You! I know you love me, don’t make me hurt her to prove it to you. It should be so easy for you. It’s meant to be. You know this in your heart.”
What sounded like crying followed. A girl. Crying, whimpering. And then a deeper female voice, pleading.
No, this wasn’t fun, it didn’t sound like sex or a party. Something real, and awful, was taking place behind the door. Solomon considered going in search of security, they’d been ubiquitous with the very real threat of terrorism, but the danger sounded too present, too much like it was building up to something terrible. He had to act. The man was speaking again, angrily.
Solomon stepped back and kicked the door with all his might, right by the handle. Wood splintered in every direction, and Solomon charged into the room. The man turned, shocked at the interruption, holding a pistol. Solomon was on him in an instant, slamming him to the ground and grabbing his collar from behind to apply an inescapable chokehold. The gun went off once in the man’s hand, harmlessly discharging into the wall, and then he was slumped over, unconscious. Solomon was trembling, the adrenaline rush too much to handle, and he breathed deeply through his nose to calm himself. It took several moments before he even registered the presence of anyone else in the room – two familiar faces.
Alyssa, sitting on the bed, hands bound behind her back and a crude gag in her mouth, and Tara kneeling on the floor next to the bed. Both women’s faces bore the stain of tears.
Solomon locked eyes with Tara, whose expression changed from fear to rage. She rose up and kicked her prone assailant – kicks fueled by the better part of twenty years spent playing soccer – repeatedly in the ribcage and legs and anywhere she could land a blow.
“Tara. Tara!” Solomon called to Logan’s teammate to get her to focus. “Help Alyssa. And go get security. He’s not going anywhere. I’ve got him. Kick the gun away so he can’t get near it. I promise, he’s not going anywhere, he’s no threat to you now.”
Tara staggered back and sat next to Alyssa, working to free her of her bonds. Security arrived shortly, drawn by the gunshot.
Once all the chaos was controlled, the entire Village was swept by security. The entire USWNT was assembled by the coaches and told of the incident. A vote was held as to whether or not to play the gold medal match two days hence, and led by Alyssa and Tara the vote was unanimous. Game on.
Logan wept in Solomon’s arms after the meeting, terrified that he’d been in such danger, but overjoyed that he’d acted so heroically.
The gun-toting man whom Solomon had subdued was Tara’s stalker from Austria. His singular obsession with her had gotten him past security, somehow into the Village, and beyond all odds, gotten him Tara’s phone number. He’d been texting her, posing as an athlete, sending her pictures of ”himself” that he swiped from a stranger’s Facebook page. Once he finally lured Tara into the open, he planned to abduct her, but the presence of Alyssa threw a wrench into his plans. He’d taken the girls to an empty room, on what he perceived to be an empty floor, to wait until he thought he could escape.
The security team was globally panned when word of the terrifying turn of events got out, and Solomon was hailed as a hero. He refused all media requests to discuss the incident, out of respect for Tara and Alyssa’s privacy and so as not to give any attention to the stalker.
Sensei Shinji, his teacher in Cincinnati, hadn’t called after Solomon’s medal-winning victory. He wanted his first words to his star pupil to be shared in person. But once word of the incident got out, his name popped up on Solomon’s phone.
“Bula, Sensei Shinji.”
“Bula. Kailoma, I can’t express to you how proud I am. You have honored yourself, this dojo, and all of your fellow judoka. I have nothing left to teach you,” Sensei Shinji’s voice shook as he spoke.
Solomon, in tears, responded to his grandfatherly teacher. “Thank you, Sensei Shinji, but I could spend a lifetime with you and still have much to learn. I look forward to returning in a few more days and resuming my studies.”
“Don’t forget to bring Miss Lowery to the dojo so I can meet her. If she’s as important to you as Sensei Gavin says she is, she must be quite special.”
Solomon was surprised, but not shocked. Sensei Shinji seemed to know everything. “Yes, Sensei, she is. And I will.”
Before hanging up, Solomon had something to add. “Sensei, you were absolutely right. Ju yoku go o seisu.”
“Ah, yes,” Sensei Shinji chuckled. “Indeed it does. Softness controls hardness.”
Chapter 34 - Logan
The gold medal match, expected to be a brutal repeat of the bloody group stage match between France and the United States, lacked drama. Tara scored in the fourth minute and Lori in the tenth. The wind knocked from their sails, and their counter-attacking game plan ruined, France wilted in the Rio sun.
In the end, the journey had been much more challenging than the final destination. Such was life, Logan was learning.
Hope for a competitive second half vanished when Lori Gallagher, veteran linchpin of the team, hammered home an early goal to put things out of reach. Logan and Savannah were brilliant controlling the defensive middle of the field, and Logan even caught herself giving Angie DeCarlo, her nearest teammate, a hug when the final whistle blew. Leah Beierle, her hair colored a startling bright gold for the occasion, joined the embrace, a moment captured by a fortunate photographer who sold the shot to Sports Illustrated. The image graced the cover of the magazine’s Olympic wrap-up issue.
Savannah’s parents had flown home after the quarterfinals, to a less stressful environment closer to the medical care they needed.
Solomon watched the game with Tracy Lowery, both wearing USWNT jerseys with Logan’s number on them. Solomon wearing his medal, of course.
Taking a halftime walk to the concession stand, Solomon bumped into Adonis DeCarlo, and the two shook hands. Adonis expressed admiration for Solomon’s rescue of Alyssa and Tara, and the only shade he threw Solomon’s direction was to tell him that although Solomon looked good in bronze, that it wasn’t really his color. And that he’d see him in Tokyo in four years.
At the medal ceremony, as each woman had gold draped around her neck, team captain Lori Gallagher leaned forward just before the anthem began to play and shouted to Logan:
“Hey, Lowery! Does this,” she pointed to her gold medal, “make us the tears, the fire, or the roasting meat?”
Logan stifled a laugh, while most of her teammates could not, and she replied. “It makes us fucking Olympic champions!”
Epilogue
Fast forward to Tokyo…
Solomon’s bronze medal translated to megawatt celebrity status in Fiji. His home base remained Cincinnati, but his visits home became more frequent, and he was treated like royalty from the moment he touched down. Judo exploded across the islands, with dojos popping up on every other block. A medal had seemed out of reach in Rio, and although he’d climbed the world ranks of 90 kilo judoka, he still entered Tokyo as a dark horse in an ultra-competitive division.
Solomon had met Adonis four times since the Olympics in various tournaments, splitting the matches evenly, both men winning twice. They’d become something like friends over time.
By 2020, Logan had solidified her place as one of a handful of true stars in worldwide women’s soccer. She was on cereal boxes, shoe commercials, and her poster graced the walls of little girls, especially those with curly hair, all over the United States. Savannah, Alyssa, and Tara were what many considered the “core four” of the squad, favored to repeat as gold medalists.
The twins were still around, but after multiple knee surgeries, Allie had retired from the international game. Angie was easier to take without her sister around to egg her on.
With th
e exit of one set of twins, however, a new pair came on the scene. By the time the Tokyo Olympics kicked off, they were just a few months past their third birthdays.
When Logan and Solomon left Rio, both wearing their medals, they thought they were wearing the best possible souvenirs from a month spent at the Olympics.
What they didn’t know yet, was that the most precious keepsakes they were bringing home with them weren’t medals or endorsements.
They were fraternal twins. Conceived in a certain Olympic swimming pool in Rio.
Not only were Solomon and Logan now international sports stars… They were also parents.
One boy (Lowery). And one feisty little girl (Laini).
It was scary how perfect life seemed. But instead of dwelling on whether they deserved it all, Solomon Kano and Logan Kano would just say that it was part of seizing their moment.
Something they promised to do together forever.
THE END
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Chapter 1 - Elijah
Cheep, cheep. Chirp, chirp. Tweet, tweet.
The sound of birds drew my attention away from focusing on the spot where I was sure I would be able to find my next meal. I had been waiting in the woods for what seemed like a very long time, without seeing a deer.
I didn’t mind though, because I loved being outside and I was certain that one would come my way soon. In the meantime, at least I had the birds to keep me company— which is much better than human companionship, in my opinion.
If anyone were to ask me— which no one ever would, since I make it a point not to talk to people— I would say that there were few better feelings in life than being hunkered down in the woods surrounded by thick evergreens dusted with powdery white snow.