Posted Sat Jul 18, 2015 | 266 Words | Tagged story swimmer

Me and my best friend were amazed when through the door we got an invitation to an exclusive party. Things were definitely going our way and we had lucked out with bunking together.

We were quite excited considering we were counted as being the big nerds in our block as we would rather play games than go out and party.

The house looked quite nice when we got there and we knocked. Hopefully we would be dressed nicely enough and won’t make a fool of ourselves.

A young, but slightly older, possibly 25 year old, wearing purely shorts answered the door and let us in. Damn, we were definetely overdressed in a shirt.

We were offered a drink which was really sweet tasking, and looked like a milkshake. I wasn’t sure if it was spiked with anything, hopefully not as everyone seemed quite nice.

“Why don’t you two go and change. We’ve got some spares upstairs if you’d like?”

We nodded and were lead upstairs and then handed a speedo each. Normally with our frames we would have protested, but it was such a nice party we just did as we were told.

Almost floating back down the stairs onto the sofa, we were offered another milkshake. It was really strong and it sloshed around in my stomach area quite a bit.

I rubbed it to try and calm it a little. I felt muscle after a few rubs. I looked down and saw strong arms and a tightening stomach.

We were the best swimming team and we were going to win the championships coming up!