Thread: Breaststroke and other innuendos (Charliesweb7 & Crusade)

Ryan Callahan did what he loved for a living. That should have been enough to put him on the fast track to being happy. The 28 year old was an all-state swimmer in high school and went on to coach at the same college he'd starred at. In fact, his name still adorned a few of the banners that hung above the pool. Last night, things just seemed off. Ryan headed home to an apartment he shared with his fiancee, April. The two had met at a club a few years ago and instantly hit it off. Ryan popped the question a few months ago and although wedding preparations hadn't been made, it was to his knowledge that the wedding would take place next fall. Being madly in love and working so often as Ryan did he also taught some fitness classes at the college, meant a lot of time apart, but he did his best to give April as much attention as was possible. When he arrived home from practice, April seemed distant. She was aloof to everything he said and her eyes her hollow, empty shells of themselves. After much inquiring, April admitted to having an affair. The revelation rocked his world and sent him packing his belongings. He collected the engagement ring she'd sat on the kitchen table as if it were nothing. Hell, she didn't even fight for him. Ryan checked into a hotel fairly close to campus. It would have to suffice until he had time to get shit squared away. The next day at practice, Ryan realized he wasn't himself. He stood at 6'2, with a lean swimmer's build. His body had little fat. A toned midsection and strong thighs had helped propel him to stardom years ago and he'd still retained the same body. With dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes, Ryan was handsome and had always gotten the attention of women around campus, from professors to students. He took it with a grain of salt, however. He was a taken man and would never have thought to be unfaithful to April. He wasn't that kinda guy. At practice, Ryan was snappy. His usual words of encouragement became barked demands and he just couldn't find himself fully invested in everything that was going on. He promised himself he wouldn't let the break-up hamper his coaching, but it was clear he wasn't taking his own advice. Ryan wore a blue polo shirt, a pair of swim trunks that doubled as casual coaching attire and a whistle on a chain around his neck. When practice ended, he hurried off to his office, pathetically checking his phone for any word from April. Anything. An apology. Something . But no. He had to get over it before his work really suffered. As he glanced down at some forms on his desk, he heard the knock at the door. Looking up, he saw it was Aurora. He'd known her ever since she was a freshman and the two definitely had a bond. She was the best swimmer he'd had the privilege of coaching and although he hated playing favorites, she definitely was his. It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous and Ryan often cursed himself for looking at her the way he did sometimes. Nonetheless, the two had a sort of friendship. A bond that Ryan really appreciated. He just hoped she hadn't caught on to there being something preoccupying his mind. Putting on a fake smile, he looked into her eyes without glancing down at her breasts. Yeah. Come in. Close the door, he said, taking a deep breath as he shuffled the papers on his desk and motioned to the seat in front of it. What's going on? he asked, almost sensing what she was going to say just from the look on her face.