back on her pillow, breathless with laughter. The mothers had all gone to bed early, worn out by the sun or the drive or because they were getting old.
Had it been his erection? Janey wondered. Maybe it was his belt, or his notebook. It could have been, though. Adam had certainly looked at her often enough, was always pulling her aside to impart this or that piece of wisdom, staring earnestly into her eyes until he thought she understood. Then again, maybe it was just because she was good. He wasn’t the first coach to single her out. Whatever the case, she remembered now that she’d told Tess she’d given Adam a blowjob one night after training. She hadn’t, duh, but it made Tess squeal and gasp and ask for all the details. That had been a bit trickier, but Janey had read Cleo for years so it was easy enough to make something up. There wasn’t much to it, surely. How hard could it be?
‘He left the club earlier this year,’ Janey said. ‘Went to AquaPower. Traitor.’
‘What’s his replacement like?’ asked Tess.
‘God, you’re a pervert. His replacement’s a woman. She’s nice, but no way I’m turning lez.’
Tess laughed. Janey shifted onto her side, trying to get comfortable. As if she’d have gone on the pill for Adam, with his skinny legs and his try-hard goatee. She’d liked the extra attention he’d given her, liked that the other squad swimmers had noticed it too, but the idea of fucking him? Eww. Plus he’d probably want to time her. Janey pictured it, her lying on her back with her legs apart, and Adam standing there naked, clicking his stopwatch before he dived between them. Yuck. She was ready to fuck someone though, she was sure of it. Boys were all she could think about . . . the gaggle at the bus stop who whistled when she walked past on her way home; the older guys on the swim team, the way that line of hair curled from their navel to their Speedos; Bryce Jennings in year eleven who had invited her to the school formal—a rare honour for a year eight girl—and pushed his hands beneath her taffeta bodice when they were kissing at the after party. She’d liked it and pushed back, but the host’s mum had walked in on them and made them go back to the others. Janey sighed. Adults were always interfering. If her mum had had her way, Janey would be going to that stupid school that Bronte went to, where boys weren’t allowed. No boys! The idea made her shudder.
‘Bronte’s gone to sleep,’ Tess whispered.
‘Figures,’ Janey said, not bothering to lower her voice. ‘So what about you? Any talent up here?’
‘Nah, not really. There’s a few guys, and they’re nice, but they’re more like friends, you know?’ Tess was quiet for a while, and Janey couldn’t tell if she was thinking or drifting off too. ‘I got . . .’ Tess said at last, then seemed to change her mind. ‘My friend Tia has a boyfriend,’ she murmured instead. ‘He has a car. Last week he took a day off work and drove us down to Middle Lagoon. You’d love it there.’
That boy in the pool last night, Janey thought. Was he a local? Did Tess know him? But that was ridiculous. Broome wasn’t that small. She pressed her thighs together underneath the cotton sheet, enjoying the warmth that spread through her. He’d been nice—handsome, funny . . . He’d called her a mermaid, she thought, squeezing harder. The idea aroused her. She hoped Tess had fallen asleep too.
Tuesday
Five thirty. Surely that couldn’t be right? It was already so light, the sun well up in the sky. Morag checked her watch again. Maybe she hadn’t adjusted it correctly when they’d arrived in Broome, but wouldn’t she have noticed that before now? She finished her stretches and pushed off along the track leading into the bush, still confused but determined to put it out of her mind. She was awake now. She might as well run.
For the first fifteen minutes the track was narrow and winding and Morag had to concentrate so that she
Had it been his erection? Janey wondered. Maybe it was his belt, or his notebook. It could have been, though. Adam had certainly looked at her often enough, was always pulling her aside to impart this or that piece of wisdom, staring earnestly into her eyes until he thought she understood. Then again, maybe it was just because she was good. He wasn’t the first coach to single her out. Whatever the case, she remembered now that she’d told Tess she’d given Adam a blowjob one night after training. She hadn’t, duh, but it made Tess squeal and gasp and ask for all the details. That had been a bit trickier, but Janey had read Cleo for years so it was easy enough to make something up. There wasn’t much to it, surely. How hard could it be?
‘He left the club earlier this year,’ Janey said. ‘Went to AquaPower. Traitor.’
‘What’s his replacement like?’ asked Tess.
‘God, you’re a pervert. His replacement’s a woman. She’s nice, but no way I’m turning lez.’
Tess laughed. Janey shifted onto her side, trying to get comfortable. As if she’d have gone on the pill for Adam, with his skinny legs and his try-hard goatee. She’d liked the extra attention he’d given her, liked that the other squad swimmers had noticed it too, but the idea of fucking him? Eww. Plus he’d probably want to time her. Janey pictured it, her lying on her back with her legs apart, and Adam standing there naked, clicking his stopwatch before he dived between them. Yuck. She was ready to fuck someone though, she was sure of it. Boys were all she could think about . . . the gaggle at the bus stop who whistled when she walked past on her way home; the older guys on the swim team, the way that line of hair curled from their navel to their Speedos; Bryce Jennings in year eleven who had invited her to the school formal—a rare honour for a year eight girl—and pushed his hands beneath her taffeta bodice when they were kissing at the after party. She’d liked it and pushed back, but the host’s mum had walked in on them and made them go back to the others. Janey sighed. Adults were always interfering. If her mum had had her way, Janey would be going to that stupid school that Bronte went to, where boys weren’t allowed. No boys! The idea made her shudder.
‘Bronte’s gone to sleep,’ Tess whispered.
‘Figures,’ Janey said, not bothering to lower her voice. ‘So what about you? Any talent up here?’
‘Nah, not really. There’s a few guys, and they’re nice, but they’re more like friends, you know?’ Tess was quiet for a while, and Janey couldn’t tell if she was thinking or drifting off too. ‘I got . . .’ Tess said at last, then seemed to change her mind. ‘My friend Tia has a boyfriend,’ she murmured instead. ‘He has a car. Last week he took a day off work and drove us down to Middle Lagoon. You’d love it there.’
That boy in the pool last night, Janey thought. Was he a local? Did Tess know him? But that was ridiculous. Broome wasn’t that small. She pressed her thighs together underneath the cotton sheet, enjoying the warmth that spread through her. He’d been nice—handsome, funny . . . He’d called her a mermaid, she thought, squeezing harder. The idea aroused her. She hoped Tess had fallen asleep too.
Tuesday
Five thirty. Surely that couldn’t be right? It was already so light, the sun well up in the sky. Morag checked her watch again. Maybe she hadn’t adjusted it correctly when they’d arrived in Broome, but wouldn’t she have noticed that before now? She finished her stretches and pushed off along the track leading into the bush, still confused but determined to put it out of her mind. She was awake now. She might as well run.
For the first fifteen minutes the track was narrow and winding and Morag had to concentrate so that she
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