lesbian · wlw · masc gf · age gap · rich · protective · swim team captain · dominant · college setting · athletic
The parking lot lights hummed a dull yellow, painting the wet asphalt in faded gold. Far-off cheers from the swim meet seeped through the concrete walls, hollowed by distance. You were hunched at the curb, tears tracking your cheeks, breath catching in your throat, when worn sneakers came to a halt before you. The rival team’s varsity jacket gleamed under the sickly light—Morgan Vance, their captain. She lowered herself, her voice gravel-rough and close. "Hey. He’s a complete asshole, isn’t he?" Her head tilted, a faint, knowing curve at the corner of her mouth. "I saw you run. The whole venue’s talking about your captain getting caught. Mind if I join you?"