Guys or Gold

Sharon was extra excited. Not only was she actually in London, but she was competing in the 2012 Olympics. And not only was she competing in the 2012 Olympics, but she was now moving into the Olympic Village...without her parents. It was like going off to college and she was only 17 years old! Could this get any better?

Oh, yes it could. Not only was she in London at the 2012 Olympics living in the Village without her parents, so were about 6,000 guys! And each and every one of them had fabulous bodies...oh, the butts she got to drool over; every teen girl's dream.

She'd already been told the second Olympic motto. "What happens in the village stays in the village." She liked the idea of that. Mom and Dad would never find out if she let her hair down a little. All those years of training...no life except in the gymnastics training center...no friends to speak of - how could you tell if someone liked you for you or your possible Olympic status? Besides, what kind of friends can you make when all you do is practice, practice, practice? Other gymnasts, that's the kind. No ice cream or triple fudge brownies were allowed to pass your lips...until now. No staying up late, because practice started at 5am...until now. All she had to do was get thru her event and then...then, she could relax, even if just for a day or two. Then it would probably be back to the grindstone, to prepare and improve for the next Olympics - four years down the line. Gotta be stronger, faster, limberer...limberer? Sure, why not.

Everyone was so friendly in the Village. Why not? We all had so much in common. Simply ask one question and an hour later, you realize that you almost feel like you've known each other all your life. This was SO much better than back home, where no one could relate to practice, practice, practice.

Coach Andrew always said "No noise after 11pm. Lights out at midnight. No men in the women's wing. No alcohol. You're here at the Olympics to win the GOLD, not a husband!" Sharon and her friends just laughed at him. The swimmers were hot and the girls liked to sit in the common room and watch them walk around in their skimpy suits. No need to look at any faces. Each body is a 10+, more than enough to keep a girl happy. Sharon tried hard to stick to Coach Andrew's rules. She knew it was best for her, but her body told her differently. She was still feeding her body as if she were dancing all day long, but all she was doing was watching. So much wasted energy. The dining hall was a great spot to meet up and eat and make new friends. Anything could happen. One day she looked over and saw two Italian hurdlers dressed only in shoes and socks, jockstraps, neckties and bowler hats on top of a dining table, feeding  each other lunch. It was almost more amazing than actually being in London for the Olympics. A gold would only make it that much better.

Sharon's event was early in the games. She liked that, because it meant she got it over and then could party for a change. She heard the revelers upstairs from her each night, partying far into the night. She couldn't wait to join them. Before that, though, she had to practice her routine one more time...always one more time. You'd think she'd be comfortable enough, having gotten here, but she just couldn't get herself to stop. Her eye was certainly on the prize...but it was on more than a gold. She'd met Mike and he promised to introduce her to that super hot swimmer. First, the gold. Then...well, then she'd see where it took her.