Disclaimer: All of the characters are original, so please ask me before using them in a different story.

Warning: This story is rated M for sexual content, which includes vibrators, harnesses, and Lesbian relationships. If you are under the age of 17, then please read with caution since you are under-aged. You have been warned.

This story contains parts from formerly "Blossoming Blades" and "Best Friends Forever," or Yuri mainly. However, the text has been re-arranged and updated, so it's basically parts from two different stories made into one with the same topic of pools and the beach, or it's not exactly the same. My inspirations for this story were trips to the shore and some dreams that I had. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Swimming Lessons

The heat from the indoor pool could be sensed all the way from the main entrance to the building with a scent of chlorine in the air. The walls were bricked with earthly colors, and the ceiling was about fifty feet high with metal beams holding up fragile lights. Along the walls were posters advertising about upcoming programs or events.

A girl with cinnamon colored hair stepped forward as her heavy azure blue duffel bag was swung over her right shoulder. Her amber eyes studied the pale slick flooring as she could see the reflection of the walls along it. To her right was the front desk as a woman sat there not paying attention to her, or speaking on a black phone. The female continued sauntering as her long hair swayed, and so did the black ribbon through the top of the strands.

'I hope I'm not too early,' she thought. The lass stood at five feet and four inches tall, or eighteen years old. It was the middle of summer as she was about to enter her senior year in high school. Her mother had signed her up for the swimming lessons, in which she approved, but at the same time she felt uneasy being around other swimmers.

The main lobby changed to a single hallway as some other visitors' walked by with soaked hair and moist skin. She reached the women's restroom, which was on the right hand side of the next main room, or a massive space with a spiral staircase leading up to the spa and exercise rooms. There were various fake plants beside the walls to make the building appear more modern.

The brunette had entered an atmosphere full of giggling, crying, and chattering females such as herself, but she didn't know anyone there. The walls were chalky white with no decorations, except for faded wallpaper of cerulean flowers. The toilet stalls were ocean blue, in which each sink was paired with a mirror. Straight ahead was the shower stalls, or a white curtain that could be moved from side to side. Beside that to the right was the pale door leading to the pool itself.

She headed left as there was a separate room filled with blue lockers and wooden benches in the center for sitting. She opened up one of them as she began to undress, or remove her soft white jacket, blue jeans, and lavender colored shirt. Her deep midnight blue bathing suit was one piece or uniform with the school logo in white above her right bosom. Her sneakers and other items, except for a white towel, were stuffed into the locker before being locked up.

The now ready to swim female went past the stalls and through the shut door. The pool was in sight as it was rather grand, or a hundred feet long and fifty feet wide. The entire room felt hot from the humidity of the heated water. On the right side of the pool were the windows, which were forty feet high up from the rough tan ground. The sunlight was peering through, as the room seemed lit up with excitement. Some other teenagers with the same uniform were swimming around as she went to the left side of the pool, or where the teal beach chairs were.

The towel was tossed onto the smooth texture as she went up to the edge of the pool. To her left was the amazing deep green slide, which spiraled downward into the pool. Beside it was the diving board, so both of them had ladders going up to the tops. She stuck her right foot into the water as goose bumps soared across her dry skin. It felt like entering a giant bathtub, except with more depth to it.

'I guess I'm not too early,' she contemplated with relief. The grand clock above the exit, or above the restroom doors, read that she had about ten minutes until the start of class. As more and more of the fellow swimmers began entering the pool she noticed that some were excellent swimmers doing laps, and some were beginners with basic doggy paddling. The girl sensed that she was somewhere in the middle, or knew some swimming skills, but could be much better.

"Hey Ryou!" a voice hollered. All of the voices echoed throughout the room as she turned to see a familiar face. Ryou sat on the edge of the pool as she watched the friend scurry toward her.

"Hey Michi," she greeted with a smile. Michi had long black hair and deep violet eyes, but she was rather shy like Ryou. The two of them were school friends, so the thought of surviving the swim lessons together was positive. "So, are you nervous too?" Michi was constantly twirling her hair with her right index finger, or a sign that she was uneasy.

"Yeah. I know this isn't a competition or anything, but being an average swimmer isn't much to show," the partner uttered. They both jumped into the pool as the water reached their chests. "Plus a positive first impression is always a must."

"I guess so," Ryou sensed the agitation from Michi as the heated water enveloped most of her body. She tried to not let the stressful words get to her since they would only make her worse, or lose the ability to fully concentrate. The whistle went off a few minutes later as some of the swimmers began to gather in the shallow end of the pool.

"It's starting," Michi uttered with a frown. They both went toward the lower portion of the pool as the reservoir made their movements rather sluggish. They were toward the back of the group as the teacher was a young woman with a black bikini on. Her short brown hair made her seem youthful. The sapphire eyes scanned the area, as it seemed like other swimmers were becoming distressed.

"Welcome to the official swimming class for this community," the instructor began to say. "Some of you have been at swim meets, and some of you have not. I plan on treating you all based on your level, and plus we're here to swim. Don't worry about being graded or anything." The woman let out a small laugh as some of the others sighed or exhaled in relief. "You are here to learn how to-"

Just as she was about to explain a female youth sauntered by along the outside of the pool, or she was late to the class itself. "Kyoko, you can't arrive at this time each day, you know." The swimmers glanced up to see the crimson colored hair bouncing about in a ponytail on the girl's head. Her amber eyes were narrow and cold. She was about five feet six inches tall or a bit higher up compared to the rest of the females. The newcomer tossed her white towel onto one of the chairs before swiftly jumping into the pool.

"That's Kyoko?" Michi suddenly gasped. Her movements caused some ripples in the water, but everyone else was causing tiny waves as well.

"Kyoko? What's wrong with that?" Ryou inquired. They were standing close to one another as Kyoko was on the opposite side of the crowd.

"She's one of the top swimmers around here, but she isn't very friendly," the companion explained. "I'm surprised she's even taking lessons."

"You can still just do it for fun," the brunette concluded. Ryou continued staring at Kyoko, as the lass seemed to be around her age, but with more maturity. The teacher began going through the basics of the swimming lessons, as most of the information was simple to understand. Soon enough everyone was allowed to swim anywhere in the pool, or a free style period that would last for about fifteen minutes so that the instructor could see everyone's level.

Ryou was doing laps back and forth between the floating objects as Michi was in the lane beside her. The water was about ten feet deep as Ryou felt like she was exploring some underwater fantasy. Suddenly, she felt a nudge as she surfaced to find herself head butting the lane divider.

'Oh no! I hope no one saw that,' she thought to herself in concern. She then heard the sound of the diving board as she glanced behind to see Kyoko standing atop of it about to jump off. The fellow swimmer did a few jumps on the ledge of the cerulean board before doing a few flips in the air, and doing a perfect dive into the deepest depths of the pool.

'Wow…' Ryou was in awe as she felt entranced, but Michi's comment from before was still a bit frustrating to cope with. Shortly after, the group had returned to the shallow part as the instructor did a review of the class. However, Ryou had difficulty keeping her eyes off of Kyoko. She wasn't sure if it was because the girl was talented, or some other odd reason, but she really desired to meet up with her to see if the rumors were true or not.

"I'll see you all tomorrow. Don't forget to practice in the meantime if you can," the instructor announced before releasing everyone. Ryou and Michi felt their skin pruning as they got out of the pool by a silver ladder, and were sitting on the chairs that they had placed their belongings on. Michi was fidgeting with her sandals as Ryou watched Kyoko drying off her moist skin with her towel.

"Gah, my shoe is being weird," Michi whined. Ryou ignored her as she stood up, and went over to the expert athlete.

"Um, hey, that was a nice dive you did earlier," she complimented. Kyoko faced her as she grimaced, and narrowed her eyes in disgust.

"So? You could do that too if you learned to stop staring," Kyoko sneered. The taller one went past the distraught Ryou as she coolly tossed the towel onto her right shoulder with attitude. Ryou felt disappointment and confusion engulf her as the words stung her like a violent insect.

End of Chapter One