[OwnMe8]

VI

"You okay?"
>>>Nata grunted as he slightly limped into class and dropped into his seat next to Ray. He raised an eyebrow. "First your legs...now you're limping..." Ray looked up at the fluorescent lights flickering behind frosted glass in the ceiling. He tapped his chin, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Is there something you're not telling me about?" Ray smiled, turning to face Nata who was in a mixture of stiff soreness and exhaustion. "Are you having some wild fun that I don't know about?" Ray winked childishly.
>>>Nata sunk back in his chair. His eyes felt heavy, like the universe itself wanted nothing more than for him to lie his head down and take a nice long and peacefu---
>>>"Nata!." Ray shook his friend's shoulder vigorously. "You okay man?"
>>>Nata's eye lids shot open, just to be slowly pulled closed again by the universe's temptings. He rolled his head on his outstretched arm. "Tired."
"Well no duh. How much did you sleep?"
>>>Nata squinted his eyes, thinking heavily down a long slow path. Well, he finally uncurled in the pool hall - that was around two. Then he limped home - maybe two-forty. He crashed on his bed, but a dull throbbing in his groin kept his eyes from staying shut for long. His lungs burned from the inhaled water. No, he probably fell asleep around five. And he woke up with that damn annoying alarm at...6:30.
>>>His mouth stretching wide a large yawn, he concluded. "Probably around and hour and a half." Ray frowned as his best friend drifted back off.
>>>Mr. Stevens, their 12th grade AP Gov teacher stopped behind Nata's desk. "What's with him?"
"Didn't get any sleep last night I guess."
>>>Mr. Stevens shook his head, sighing. Nata was his best student - what was he supposed to do? He couldn't throw his usual spectacle, pretty much humiliating him in front of the other students. "Uhh, do me a favor and make sure he doesn't snore or anything." Then he walked on. Ray chucked.

Ray watched after Nata all day. Luckily, they had the exact same classes, so Ray was effectively able to keep Nata out of trouble for the rest of the day. He grabbed all of Nata's work too and they walked out to their cars together. Nata was a little better off by now, awake but extremely groggy.
>>>Practice went off similarly. Though Nata ended up with five more laps for his "lazy old granny pace" as coach John called it.

Just to be careful, Ray followed Nata home. Good thing he did too, since Nata drove like an eighty-year-old, pretty much pissing everyone off. He parked down the corner and watched as Nata went inside. From his spot, Ray was able to see that Nata threw his stuff on the ground, patted Storm on the head, and collapsed face down on the couch.
>>>Stroking his curiosity, Ray stayed parked behind the tree and watched Nata's house expectantly. He figured he'd see a girl going in anytime soon. He waited. Growing so bored when nothing was happening, he almost missed Nata slinking out of his front door and walking down the sparsely lit sidewalk. Wherever he was going, Ray knew he had to follow. Though, he left his car behind - if Nata was going on foot there was a reason.

Ray frowned as he saw Nata round a corner a couple hundred feet ahead of him. 'Is he going back to school?' Sure enough, he was soon tailing Nata up the hill and then through an unlocked gate that sat in a pitch black corner of the school. The gate, military in appearance, stood slightly ajar. The school had a prison quality to it, especially at night. It was no surprise then, when Ray found out a year later that the school had actually been designed by a man who did prison architecture for the state. He shook off the heebie jeeves and crouched down behind a wall. Ray peeked around the corner, knowing full well that the large room he was looking into housed their practice pool.
>>>"What the hell?" Ray clapped his hand over his mouth after that less than silent outburst. His eyebrows furled.

On his knees, Nata knelt by the side of the pool. His eyes were locked on the cement in front of him, hair just falling around his face. Ray watched in disbelief as a strong looking woman walked up to him and placed the sole of her foot on his head.
>>>Soon, Nata was in the water doing a variety of drills, but much to the woman's apparent annoyance, he maintained a throbbing hard on. She smacked Nata's speedo clad balls, but that did little to subdue the rigid pole. If anything, it froze harder. Ray gasped. 'What the hell am I watching? Is that really Nata?' He sat back on his heels. 'God, this was like some...what do you call it...bdsm scene. Does Nata get into this sort of thing?'
>>>The woman threw her hands into the air when she couldn't get his hardened manhood to subside. Ray's mouth dropped open when he heard Nata's voice, "I'm sorry mistress."
>>>The woman looked down on Nata, who was dripping wet and back on his knees. Though, Ray could see even from there that his speedo was firmly tented outward. The woman shook her head, "maybe it's your tight speedo. Here, wear this."
>>>Ray blushed heavily, his breath speeding up as his heart raced. He watched as his best friend stripped down to nothing, his dick resolutely at attention, and managing to fit tightly into the woman's extra swimsuit. Despite himself, Ray got wildly turned on seeing Nata in a woman's skin tight suit. Every muscle in his core and back stood out. The high cut v of the legs framed his package and just barely came to the bottom of his ass.
>>>Then, somewhere in the back of his mind, something clicked. 'I know that voice.' He watched in complete amazement for the duration of Nata's training. Once he saw Nata toweling off, Ray slid out of the pool house and resided to leaning against the outside wall
>>>He heard sandled footsteps in a strutting gait. The woman passed by Ray, not even noticing him. Then, she froze.
"Hey Jess."