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From a male Tiger-Shark's perspective, 1st person.

I walked into the large open room I'd spent countless hours in, the familiar stench of chlorine usually flooding my nostrils as soon as I even thought about this place. I had grown to appreciate it, definitely a smell to wake one up after a long day of studying for finals. Just the thought of those horrid pieces of paper with useless text written all over them made my mood drop. I knew I'd do well, and I knew even if I didn't do great, it didn't really matter in the end... but it still got to me every time. This place, this olympic sized swimming pool, was my escape from college finals written to kill.

Glancing through the large entryway I saw it was empty once again. I'd swam for the school for two years now and many more for other random places or groups before that, but now that the season was over I had to come in on my own time. If asked about swimming by friends, I usually said I despised it, and that it was boring since there was no real competition... I was just racing myself. Although it's true I was just racing myself, trying to beat my own times and only working on my own personal goals, I loved this place. I threw my winter jacket over my shoulder, and stepped out onto the cool cement around the crystal clear, blue tinted pool.

My hand slid across the door into the locker room as it opened, empty as always and silently soothing. I sat down on the uncomfortable bench, dropping my stuff on the floor and not bothering to put any of it away. This part of the country was about as used to crime as it was to sandy beaches, needless to say there wasn't much of either of them within a few hundred miles thanks to the upper Midwest's natural ability to push everyone away. I picked up my skimpy pair of speedos and thought why I should wear them, rather moving on to a pair of jammers that are almost the exact same except going down to just above knee-height with the tight, form-fitting material. It didn't show off my crotch near as well, but as long as no-one was watching, it was alright. I slid them onto my body, feeling just about as smooth as my skin did when wet before stepping out towards the pool area once again.

I glanced towards the clock and decided to do a slow 500 yards to warm up, only a fraction of the miles of swimming I'd be doing tonight. I eyed the clock and hopped into the water, lungs suddenly collapsing and my muscles all tensing up as my teeth shivered. It was nice and cool. The cold water may be good for swimming, but it's not good for one's muscles before the body gets used to it and grows relaxed. I let my breathing slow and dipped my head underwater, exhaling smoothly into the water and letting the bubbles flow over my face. Once my head was above water again, the sharp cold sensation had faded and I was good to go.

I flicked my strong tail to move to a horizontal position, then pressing my feet against the wall and shoving off. I went into my most hydro-dynamic stance, slipping easily through the water while the fin on my back stuck up just out of the water. It raised up slowly about twenty five feet away from the wall, one arm slipping up above the water as I began free-style stroking down towards the other end.

The cool water slid smoothly by my face and body, little bubbles threatening to tickle here and there as I forced air down and behind me with my hands. My tail wasn't technically cheating, but I wanted to warm up my muscles as much as possible so I sparingly used that part of me to move, letting my arms and legs do most of the work. All I could hear were the small splashes my hands made, and the thud of my feet hitting the water behind me. My eyes were locked on the wall approaching me with every strong stroke, focused and clear. When close, I flip my head underwater and spin my body, spinning about and planting my feet firmly on the wall to push off swiftly in the other direction.

This was the only time I was free from thought, free from my mind wandering, and free from life's little annoyances. I was floating and moving along in the water, weightless and free, knowing exactly where I'm going, and what's behind me. This is why I swam. Not to look good, not to get strong, but to get away from it all for an hour or two while working out and being able to finally concentrate on just one thing. Shark's minds work fast, and if you don't give it something to do, it'll find something to think about or do for you, which generally leads to a headache, or wandering/closed eyes in a dull classroom. Even in advances physics courses and calculus, my mind tended to wander and fade. Not because I knew it all, but because it wasn't a challenge to learn it, it was just memorizing stuff to apply it to one or two instances where it could be used. I liked my engineering classes better, where they told me where to find information and how to use it, not how to memorize it for a test then forget it.

I repeated the stroking and flipping motions for a few laps, counting each in my head until I reached ten. These fifty yard laps were much nicer then the smaller twenty five yard ones, although they decieve you with the number of laps... after just a few you're generally breathing pretty hard during a race.

I surface my head at the end of the pool, opening my eyes slowly to look at the clock. I keep my mouth just underwater and bubble air out to keep me from breathing too hard, trying to relax as I wait for the minute mark to pass so I can start my next set. My mind tries to wander even while I'm standing there, looking about the pool and wandering just how they built the supports to keep up such a high roof. My eyes catch the minute mark though and I quickly shake my head out of the random thoughts, starting off on one hundred yard sprints at a challenging yet relaxed pace. I generally do them in sets of seven to ten, because the first few are always easy. Once you get towards the end, even with small breaks between each, you start to slow down and really pull your way through if timed challenging enough.

Being a shark, it was only natural for me to go for short sprints and to build a technique and physique built for just that purpose, but I had recently been working on my distance swimming a little as well. I was nowhere near as naturally gifted at it though, and that was a turnoff for me to say the least. These sprints were perfect for me, my streamlined body and tail snapping through the water like it was air. Orca's may beat me in a long range race, but I could easily dash to the other side of the pool faster... especially for a pizza.

Given all this swimming, I had grown a pretty impressive build. My body still carried the streamlined look of a swimmer, while the six-pack and extremely toned form hinted of the true power and ability of the muscles held beneath my smooth hide. I was just a pretty good example of a Tiger-Shark, the off-white front giving way to a greyish back and top jaw. The stripes on my back were a dead give-away to my species, criss-crossing back and forth all the way down my tail.

During the sixth one hundred yard sprint, a sudden noise caught my attention. It wasn't me making it, since every motion I made gave a reaction and I could hear each one splashing in the water. It sounded almost like the crackle of an audio system. Once reaching the end I glanced up above the water towards the audio system, eyes going wide at the sight. One of the engineers in my physics class had just walked in. I'd never seen her before that class, and definitely not hear, but I was curious as to why until she suddenly dropped her clothes.

My eyes dropped to her chest hoping to see a naked breast or two, but unfortunately for me she had been wearing her swimsuit underneath. It wasn't a skimpy two piece by any means, instead being a smooth speedo-type material one-piece that covered her entire front and back in the stretchy material. It looked almost like something a real swimmer would wear, and definitely of high quality.

I just watched for a few moments before I got back to swimming, getting back into the zone I went to when in the water before music started to play underwater. I could even hear it when moving, coming from the underwater speakers I'd only heard about, but never used. It sounded familiar at first, and it wasn't long before I recognized it as Oasis. I grinned toothily as I swam, enjoying the music quite a bit as it only added to the relaxed and smooth mood I was in. Eventually my motions began to sync in time to the music unconciously, each stroke going faster or slower depending on the song. As I finished my set, a good twelve one hundred yard sprint, I flumped my arms across each other on the edge of the pool and relaxed, gone a bit longer then expected thanks to the music.

Two lanes across was the orca, having just finished a few warm-up laps of her own. I gave as friendly of a smile as I could give, sharks generally get scarier the wider they smile.

She gave a friendly smile back to me and spoke, "I hope my music's not bothering you, I find it relaxing." She said to me, her voice quiet, relaxed, and down right soothing.

I replied in turn, "Oh, not at all. I love Oasis. It has a similar effect on me... any chance you have 'The Master Plan'?" I asked, panting some in between words at times as I still recovered.

She chuckles quietly and smiles, "Not on me, no. I only plan on being here for a little bit so I only brought one. Next time for sure though." She said, glancing over at me curiously. "You're Gerik from Physics 252, right?"

I blinked, trying not to look too shaken up from her question. "Uh.. yes, that's me. I'm sorry, but I don't remember your name for the life of me. You sit a few rows ahead of me... two spots away from that annoying guy that asks stupid questions." I said, relaxing some as my breathing returned to normal again.

She laughed at my comment and smirks just a little bit, "Yes, that'd be me, Heather's my name. I'm not surprised you haven't heard it, I was taking the easy classes online while working, and work finally said I could come here in person while getting paid. I saw your name on a test a while back, and my selective memory decided to keep it instead of the derivation of whatever theory we went over that day. If you ask me, the whole reason someone else thought of that derivation was so that I wouldn't have to." She says, waving a hand over the water.

I snickered at her comment and tilted my head, "Oh, finals getting to you too?" I asked, noticing her mood and tone change slightly.

She nodded in reply and let out a quiet sigh, "It's all useless. If I have to study for this test, that means I won't remember it afterwards because I obviously had to cram it in my short-term memory instead of actually knowing it. It just doesn't make sense to me as to why I should take this boring, hard class that has nothing to do with chemical engineering at all."

I then hmmed quietly. "You're a ChemE too? Looks like we're both in the same boat then... and I feel just as sick." I said teasingly, tail now flicking playfully in the water as I leaned over the lane-line, resting my arms on the pieces of plastic to help keep me afloat.

She dunked her head underwater and swam under the lane-line close to her, ending up in the lane right beside mine. "Well it's nice to see another ChemE knows how to swim. I've seen you a few times in here, although I didn't feel comfortable swimming with others about so I never hopped in when you were here. I used to swim back in the day, and just got back into it. It's relaxing, even if it does wear me out." She said, resting herself over the lane line beside me and facing the other way. "I'm getting better again, although I don't think I'll catch up to you any day soon."

I felt my cheeks blush profusely, hoping the red didn't show through quite as much as it felt they did since my blood was already pumping quickly from the recent laps. "With a long enough race, I'm sure you could catch me." I said, nudging her arm with my own playfully. "Long range swimming doesn't do it for me." I said with a chuckle. "I should really get back though. I have a physics fi... We have a physics final tomorrow, that I need to get home to study for."

She nodded in reply and smiled, "That we do.. .that's also the reason why I have to leave earlier then I usually would." She said, looking down as if waiting to say or hear something.

Instead of asking her over to study, my head dips underwater and I sprint off, having barely missed my minute mark for my next set. Well.. that's the excuse I'll use, but I was just embarrased and maybe even shy? 'Shark's can't be shy, that's against the rules!' I told myself. 'Why not just tell her she's hot and where you'd like to stick it?' I said to myself in my head, that last comment making me burst out laughing in the water so bubbles shot out from my mouth and rolled down my form. I looked over and saw she was swimming as well, although was a ways behind me since she obviously wasn't into sprints, rather working on longer distance training.

It went on like that for at least an hour, us talking between sets if she was there at the same time, and listening to music while staying in my zone of pure concentration. I was starting to get sore so I slowed down to a stop after my last set, panting deeply and resting my head on my arms over the edge of the pool. I looked over and saw her slip smoothly out of the pool, looking tired but not ragged like me.

She glanced down at me and smiled, "Well I'm done for the day. That final won't study for itself." She said, stepping over towards the women's locker room to change.

I'd just missed it again, was I waiting for her to smack me in the face with an invitation or what? 'Well... why doesn't she ask me to study?' I asked myself, 'Maybe she's married' 'Maybe her boyfriend's in the car waiting to pick her up'. My brain's thoughts scattered quickly and I shook my head to clear it a little bit, looking up at the time and figuring it's about time I headed out too.

I pushed myself up and out of the pool to make my way over to my own locker room, taking a short, cold shower to cool off my pounding heart and hot blood that was just flooding through my veins after a good workout. Contrary to popular belief, getting out of a pool does not leave you cold after a workout. It's generally quite the opposite, as I usually drive home in shorts and a T-shirt through subzero temperatures in a car with barely any heat. It may look odd, but the windows are generally steamed up beyond all belief as my body tries to get rid of heat.

My mind zaps back into reality as I step out of the shower, my towel brushing my nude form somewhat quickly.

It's almost as if I was in a hurry to.. 'Oh yeah! Try to ask her before she leaves'.

'Now what was I going to ask her?' I thought, mind being a bit fuzzed after the little high you get after a hard workout.

As I walk out of the locker room rubbing my face with my free hand, I notice the door open from the women's locker room. I step out of the way to avoid the swinging door, and she's walks out next to me. I grin and nod a greeting to her, which she returns in kind. We walk together for a few minutes, an awkward silence as the sounds of shoes crunching a path in day-old snow keeps it from getting unbearably awkward.

I finally glance over at her, "Hey, want to come over and study? My flatmate still has his old book in his room, although he's working late tonight." I said, not sure what caused me to say anything now instead of earlier.

Her eyes brighten and a smile crosses her lips, "Sure. The dorm would be loud and annoying anyways. Crazy drunks think that getting tanked helps them study better." She replies, coming with me to my car.

The drive home is generally uneventful, the music of choice being something a bit rowdier and angrier then usual do to the studying mood having dropped upon both of us. 'Dry Kill Logic' is what I eventually decide on, the angry voices and fast paced music being soothing and relaxing for some reason or the other. I really can't explain it, but we both felt better because of it. Neither of us had to speak, we were busy listening and basking in the high of our recent exercise.

As we walk into the apartment, my flatmate's just leaving. There's a home-made pizza on the counter that'd come out of the oven no more then 10 minutes ago, so it was still quite warm.

"Hawaiian again? Man, you're going to turn into a pineapple." I told him, closing the door behind him as I walked over towards the bready goodness. "Want some?" I asked heather, glancing over towards her as I started cutting through it. She nodded a response and I cut it in half, handing her her portion. We didn't need plates, we just got done swimming so our appetite was plenty to keep us clean.

I plopped my overly heavy physics book on the table and glance towards her, "Ok... I've studied four hours for this already and think I memorized the important things pretty well. How about you?" I asked, glancing towards her as she ate.

She swallowed down a large gulp of pizza, "Mm... good pizza. Uh.. I studied my previous tests for a bit, and then went through the notes he posted online. I think I've got most of it..." She replied, glancing down at my versions of the previous tests that were a bit different since we had two different versions to help hinder cheating.

I similarly looked through hers for a while, the pizza not lasting long. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed at my eyes eventually, pushing the books away. "I can't.. study... anymore.." I said, sighing as I looked over the same material once again on a page I'd looked at many times before.

She chuckled quietly and patted my head playfully, "Then don't. All you need to do is get above class average and he'll curve you to a B, and judging by your previous scores, that's the strategy you've used for quite some time." She said, pointing at my scores that along didn't look too impressive, but thanks to curving had given me an easy B in the class so far.

I felt a smirk cross my lips, "I only do it 'cause it works. If I can look over material and stuff it my memory just long enough to get just above the average, and then forget it completely, then I win!" I said, sticking my tongue out at her teasingly.

She placed a finger on her own scores, generally higher then mine, but definitely not anything that'd blow mine out of the water. "Oh, it does work very well..." She said with a wink, laughing with me afterwards at how we work the system to make it as easy as possible, even if it does still suck.

I glanced over towards our high definition TV, sighing quietly as the XBOX 360 was broken now and couldn't play games. I walk over towards the TV, turn it on, and then turn on the xbox. Heather walks over after looking over a few things, watching me flip through the menus and create a playlist of music to play through our expensive, and perfectly setup sound system. The dimensions of each speaker was set to THX standards to exactness, and hung appropriately thanks to guys with too much time on their hands like us.

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I flop myself back onto the couch and notice heather's in the spot beside my usual one, munching on some pretzels in a bag that was recently opened. Just hearing that crunch makes me crave that salty goodness, so I steal a few while she's not digging in the bag with her own hand. As I'm relaxing and listening, I notice it smells feminine in my living room for once, smelling... nice. I turn to look and smile, watching her tail flick to the music like mine is. She had noticed the same a while ago and was making it obvious to tease me once I noticed.

She handed me the bag of pretzels after having a few, afterwards leaning against me some while relaxing to the music. "Mm.. You've got a pretty nice place here. Much quieter and warmer then the dorms." She says, not seeming to mind my arm wrapping around her side and brushing along her side lazily while I lean back against her.

I chuckle quietly and smile, "Well sometimes the Indian grad students next door make some really funky smelling food." I reply, "It almost makes up for it." I say teasingly, noticing that smell of hers getting stronger. She, like me, doesn't have any hair on he smooth head so it's definitely not the hair that's causing that smell and I sniff quietly trying to pick up exactly what it is. Before I could smell too much, she shifts against me slightly.

"Oh, I forgot to thank you for the food, Gerik. It was delicious, and thanks for letting me study here with you. It's been quiet for once, and definitely relaxing." She says, nestling the side of her head into my neck, which I quickly respond to by nestling me head atop hers with a smile.

"You're welcome, Heather. It's been nice having someone to talk to and relax with other then my Flatmate." I reply, "Especially with company as sexy as you." I say teasingly, then again wondering where that comment came from. I notice my tail flick playfully against hers and I smile, seems the hormones have picked up after the intense workout.

She laughs at that and nudges my side playfully, "And I almost thought you were gay." She says, stroking along my thigh with one of her smooth hands, noticing my foot and thigh tense up almost instantly to her soothing touch. "I noticed you smelling me earlier and you know how exercise messes with the hormonal system..." She says with a grin, her hand on my thigh giving it a warm squeeze.

I smirk at her words and slide my paw up her side to rest on one of her breasts, squeezing at her chest firmly with all five digits. She returns a smirk of her own and turns her head to press her lips to mine, kissing deeply but softly as we both turn to face each other's upper body's on the couch. Our lips stay locked while she begins to explore, quickly finding the hem of my shirt and sliding up underneath the fabric to brush over my smooth shark-skin that's only made smoother by the fact that I put lotion on it to keep it from getting dried out after leaving the pool.

Our lips slowly part and we grin at each other, gazing into each other's eyes before we nuzzle and my head slides atop hers afterwards. I look down to see my paws sliding under her shirt on her back to unclasp her bra and start tugging her shirt upwards. Her arm retreat from my strong front to let me lift her shirt over her head, that bra dropping onto her lap to expose both nicely sized breasts to me.

I can't help but smirk at that sight, leaning back afterwards to let her slide my shirt off my head as well. I raise a hand afterwards and chuckles, "Hmm, we should take this to my room, I think..." trailing off as I pick up our discarded shirts and offer my hand to her to follow me into my bedroom.

The room is dimly lit and seems somewhat dark now that the sun has gone down. It's carpeted and is obviously just for sleeping and computing judging by how there isn't much else in the room. The queen size bed looks quite enticing though, the down comforter having a silky smooth covering while the sheets are white satin.

As I walk into the room, I feel her paws slip around my waist and undo the clasp to my shorts, they soon dropping to the floor at my feet. I look down at my crotch and chuckle, looking behind me and turning to see her already nude as well. Her eyes lock onto my crotch just like mine lock onto hers, my cock being somewhat hard, although definitely not erect in all aspects yet.

She walks by me, letting her smooth tail brush up my inner thigh and right over my crotch. The shiver that runs through me almost makes my knees buckle although I do somehow manage to stay upright. By the time I turn around, I see her spread out on my bed; her legs open and showing her sex quite openly to me and obviously being as needy as me.

I crawl up onto the bed on my hands and knees, my face leaning down to take a good sniff at her crotch and take in the scent that had eluded me for a few hours while we studied and listened to music. I can't help but take a nice long lick over that smooth cunt of hers, her legs pressing to the side of my head and gripping tight while I lap slowly up and down her slit. Her body shivers softly as he hands drop to my head, a quiet moan escaping her while I get her nice and ready. My claws glide up and down her outer thighs while I start probing her slit with my tongue, spreading the folds outwards while my slippery muscle digs into her depths with teasing jabs.

I slowly lift my head though, grinning up at her as I crawl over her form. I rest a knee on either side of her head so my crotch lies right in front of her face, my scent heavy while my length hangs down over her lips. She opens her mouth with a grin and lets my dick fall inside, those lips soon wrapping tightly around my organ and suckling on it softly at first. It grows quickly from her teasing, tongue dragging along the bottom of my length in long, slow strokes. She gives special attention to that spot just underneath the glans and I moan out quietly as she tortures it with her tongue, my front tensing and shivering at times while she just prods and circles that spot while brushing the glans against the top of her mouth.

After I'm fully teased I quickly pull out of her mouth, knowing too much time in there would definitely toss me over the edge. She licks her lips up at me with a playful wink, knowing exactly why I pulled myself free and then spreads her legs behind me, brushing my thighs with her hands with a needy look in her eyes.

"Mm.. now fuck me good, dear... It's been way too long since I've been rutted dry..." She says to me, looking up to me with her seductive gaze.

I move my body back and rest my feet in the sheets, clumping them up a bit in my claws to give me something to push off of. My upper body leans down and instead of replying with words, I give her the most passionate kiss possible while my nine inch cock starts pressing at her slit. The thick glans indents her sex firmly before it pops inside her, her legs spreading wide while we each release heated moans into each other's mouths.

After the initial penetration, I slam my hips up to hers and sheath all nine inches balls deep inside her. Our gasps of passion are soon drowned out by deep moans while I start thrusting through her slowly at first. I like to build the rhythm up to a firm pounding, this time being no exception. My back arches as her tail begins to smack against the bed, my crotch smacking up to her own firmly with each powerful thrust into her slit.

The pre-seed drips out from my dick and begins seeping out of her sex, mixed with her own lubricating fluids that have built up since we first left the pool. Since both body's are quite smooth skinned, our hips smacking together gets quite noisy quickly. The sound of our sex echoes off the walls, sounding wet, hard, and almost painful if not for the passionate moans escaping the locked lips.

My tongue prods it's way into her mouth while we mate, her own muscle sliding along mine and fighting for space inside her mouth while we share our saliva and flavor with each other. The kiss eventually breaks though, her lips gripping my tongue and suckling on it firmly while it slips free. Afterwards, she rolls her head back and groans out loudly, having reached a small climax already but still begging for more with her lustful eyes.

The fluids from her climax douse my crotch and thighs, making it even easier to thrust through her wonderful, warm cunt. I can feel her clenching around my cock, tugging on it as I slide back to pleasure me, her hands on my shoulders soon wrapping around my back and tugging me hard against her chest.

My chest grinds against her breasts, each orb bouncing somewhat against me when my hips slam up against hers. The warmth of my smooth skin sliding over her nipples makes them noticeably hard, the sensation making her shiver while her groans grow louder again. My own climax seems to be approaching quickly as well, although I'm too lost in the pleasure by now to notice much other then the feeling of that cunt gripping my cock so wonderfully.

Suddenly my eyes open wide, having past the point of no return suddenly. I let out a loud moan as my cock starts to tense inside her, the orca's groans of pleasure growing to almost a scream of pleasure while my length gets doused in another much more powerful climax of hers. The warmth of her cum shooting over my length sends shiers down my spine, my thrusts growing much more ferocious and powerful as my climax begins to hit.

I thrust hard through my climax, smacking my hips to hers and sheathing myself every time a heavy spurt of cum comes rushing from my glans to spray over her deepest walls. I feel her walls quivering and shaking in ecstacy around my lengthy shaft that douses her sex with seed, soon overfilling and rushing the mixture of cum from out her slit and down onto her tail and eventually my sheets.

Her head rolls back and she pants quietly in pleasure, enjoying her intense high while I do the same lodged balls deep in her smooth cunt. I let my arms collapse and come to rest directly on top of her, the orca's arms holding me close while she kisses me deeply on the lips once more.

"Mm... now that was exactly what I needed, hon." He says quietly to me, my cum still oozing out from her sex.

I just smirk, "I think we both needed that just as much as the other..." I reply, breath slowly returning to normal. "Mm... my alarm's already set though, and we need to get some rest for that test tomorrow. Mind if I sleep inside you tonight?" I ask with a solid grinding of hips, mming deeply afterwards.

She just laughs and licks my lips tenderly, "Of course... I imagine I should get used to it..."

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