And when he stood up, after pushing his thin sweatpants down, I gasped at his perfect, almost naked body. I watched as he milled around until his race. His stance on the block was impressive, his dive at the sound of the whistle was long, shallow, and precise as he emerged from the dive seconds later with his stroke rate constant as he sailed through the water. Soon he was lengths ahead of his competitors and when he made the flip without effort, he pushed off the wall, giving himself another couple of length from his closest competitor. And when he finally touched the wall to claim his victory I jumped up and screamed, whooped, and hollered with excitement. Maybe too much as everyone, including the swimmers and the teams looked my way. And when Michael, who was still in the pool, turned my way, his smile was radiant when he spotted me. I smiled back, and suddenly my heart began beating rapidly as I looked down at the wet pool boy who was turning my life upside down. “Wow, I have to say I am completely impressed.” I said to Michael after the meet, when we met by the pool With just a towel over his shoulder, and his skimpy blue and white Speedo
