“Yeah— Well I don’t think it’s cool to dip out on someone, and not tell them why. What’s up with that?” Billy responds quickly. He’s clearly annoyed, and obviously looking for one of two things. An answer, — or a fight.
“Really?” I yell, poking my head into the hallway. Looking back and forth, I grab him by the arm, and pull him inside, slamming the door shut. “I’ll tell you what’s up with that! Why did you let? I mean. Why do you let?” I stutter, trying to find a way to ask, why he allows his people to act the way they do. But, I can’t. I’m afraid I might find out he acts that way too.
“Why did I what?”
“Why did you let me suck your dick, and then act like nothing ever happened? You used me!” I blurt out stupidly, knowing I didn’t really feel like that. Well, maybe a little. Sure, I would have liked more from him. But we had become so close afterwards, that I was happy just being his friend.
“That’s what this is about,” he states, chuckling lightly.
“See! You don’t even care. ‘That’s what this is about,’ I mock in a deep voice. “Whatever,” I walk away, as a tear rolls down my face. ‘Oh, great! Now I’m going to start crying.’ I stifle the ones trying to follow, with a wipe and sniffle.
“Wait a second,” Billy responds, grabbing my shoulder, turning me around, slowly. “First off, it’s not even like that. I didn’t use you.”
“Then what would you call it?”
“Oh man.” He shrugs, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, listen. This is going to sound stupid.” He pauses, shaking his head. “I’m in training camp right now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, waiting for some bullshit guy story. At least the means guys just tell you straight up what the deal is. ‘You’re fat and I was using you… But, thanks for the awesome BJ.’ It hurts, but it’s easier to get over, than some hot guy leading you on.
“It means no sex, when you’re in training—it drains you of your energy.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I realized after I got a ration of shit from my coach, that I probably shouldn’t have done it. I got caught up in the heat of moment.” ‘He thought it was hot.’
“You told your coach about me?”
“Not exactly. I told him of a girl, not a specific girl. Some of my teammates work at the gym. Remember?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head.
“I’m aware of that,” I state, thinking about the mean guys, wondering if they are his teammates.
“It’s still against the rules to have sexual relations with a client, you know… by the way, you didn’t say anything either!” Billy exclaims, and he’s right. We both had pretty much acted like nothing had ever happened.
“I know,” I say, sadly. Looking at the floor, I trace a pattern with the tip of my boot, as I speak softly, “So… Do you like me then? I mean… I don’t understand?”
“Yes, I like you, Miss Gretchen Lane.” He smiles.
“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid.” I continue looking at the floor. I don’t want to look at him. He’s too pretty, and I’m just weird. And, I am still fat, just in case he hasn’t noticed.
“You’re not being stupid,” he says, lifting my face with the tips of his fingers under my chin. “You’re being cute. And, maybe a little…weird.” Smiling blue eyes pierce my wounded soul, embracing my fragile heart, letting me know, I can die now and it would be okay.
“You think I’m cute?” I ask, shyly with a small grin.
“No.” My heart sinks. “I think you’re beautiful,” he speaks, taking my face between his hands, and kissing me softly on the lips.
“Please, don’t tease me,” I whisper, sighing deeply as I close my eyes. ‘Please be real, please be real. Please, Lord, don’t let this be a dream.’ My heart beats frantically.
Billy’s fingers run across my cheeks and into my hair, as his mouth covers mine, quieting my fears, and bringing me into a state of sexual bliss.
Kissing passionately, Billy backs me down the hallway to my bedroom. Pulling my sweater up, he reaches in and releases the front clip on my bra, allowing my full breasts to swing freely.
“God, I love them,” he pants, licking and sucking.
I pull the sweater over my head; letting it, and the loosened bra fall to the floor. Holding my breasts, I offer them to Billy, who eagerly covers them with wet licks. His tongue feels hot and wet on my tender nipples.
Reaching down I rub the hardness straining at his crotch. He moans as I stroke through his tight pants. “Pull it out. I want to fuck your titties.”
I tug at the opening and pull the zipper down, letting his large cock spring from his pants.
“No underwear,” he states, smiling.
“I see that.”
This man has the most beautiful cock, and I smile as I run my hand up and down its pulsating length. Dropping to my knees, I cover the head with a layer of spit, before squeezing my tits together, wrapping his huge cock in a valley of flesh.
Without hesitation Billy begins to pump his hips back and forth, as he reaches down pulling and twisting on the long nipples of my blue veined covered mounds.
I dribble a long string of saliva through puckered lips, and it drips down onto his cock, still pumping rapidly.
“Oh, Gretchen,” Billy says, panting loudly. Pressing my breasts tighter over his stroking cock, his body shakes as he begins to release. “Here it cums,” he strains.
His cock is already shooting, as I pull it from my tits, and push it into my mouth. The first shot streams out, arcing across my face in a thick white strand. The second, third, and fourth spill into my mouth, as I noisily suck and swallow the massive load.
“Bend over,” Billy directs, pulling the still dripping rod from my mouth, and pushing me over onto my hands and knees. Sliding my skirt up over my ass, Billy tears open my black nylons, exposing my ass and wet crotch. “Oh yeah. Look at that pussy.” My body tenses with electricity when his hand slides up the wet slit of my open cunt.
Looking back nervously, I whisper, “Billy, I’m still…”
“What, Baby?” he asks, finding my clit, pressing down firmly.
“Oh God, Billy. Oh, God,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “I’m still a virgin.”
He smiles, pausing on my clit, before sliding up to my ass, and circling on my puckered hole, “Have you done it here?”
“No,” I coo. I don’t know how to tell him it’s my fantasy to be done anal. But, I think my gyrating ass is practically begging him to fuck me.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispers, licking his finger and bringing it back to my hole.
“Do it. Do it,” I moan, pushing my ass onto the probing digit.
“Here we go, baby.”
“Oh, God,” I yell, dropping flat onto the floor as he pushes his finger inside. My breath is stolen away, as Billy holds my cheeks open, as the other explores my no longer virgin ass. Looking back, I watch Billy smiling as he admires his work, and my body feels like it’s going to orgasm with every stroke of his thick finger.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh my God, yes !” I scream, bucking wildly.
“Cum for me, Gretchen!” Billy commands, moving his free hand onto my clit. Rubbing and fanning across, the swollen nub, while plunging his finger into my ass, Billy brings me into multiple orgasms.
Still lying flat on the floor with my ass in the air, I feel the heat from the head of Billy’s cock when it pushes into my ass. Slowly Billy comes inside of my tight hole, holding me down and coaxing me along, as he stretches my insides.
“Oohhh,” I moan. “I don’t know, Billy. I think it’s too big,” I comment, wincing from the pain of the thick intruder.
“Shhhh. It’ll go. Be still,” he pants, pumping into me with small strokes.
The pain is so intense; I close my eyes as I clench my teeth trying to bare the pain in an effort to please Billy.
He pulls out his erect cock, and swabs it with some of hi
s saliva. He strokes it a few times and begins penetrating my anus with much more force.
“Oh God! Shit!” I wail.
He leans in and plants a soft kiss in the center of my back. With that he continues to penetrate the hole, until his entire dick sits throbbing inside of my ass. He pauses, reaching under and grabbing my swinging tits, before starting to stroke into me.
With one hand on my clit and the other clawing at the bed, I hunker down as Billy fucks my ass. Long, slow, tender strokes, is how it started. Hard and deep, with me yelling for mercy, as he sodomized me repeatedly is how it ended. Not before bringing me to a pussy squirting orgasm— my first and the best ever. All the pain that I had felt from the beginning had been replaced with a sweet feeling of pure ecstasy.
How can this feel so good? So out of this world?
~ ~ ~
“I would have never expected you were a virgin.”
“What! Thanks!” I yell, punching Billy, as he lays naked on my bed.
“Ohh! Gut punch!” he groans, recoiling away into the fetal position.
I demand he take it back as I poke at his ticklish ribs.
“Nooooo, Stop,” he laughs, “I meant, you’re so pretty, I just figured you would have been with someone special already.”
“Awwwww, that’s so sweet. Come here. I’m sorry.” Billy rolls into me, resting his head on my breasts as I stroke his hair. We lie momentarily in silence before I speak, “This is crazy.”
“What?”
“This. I mean us… never in my wildest dreams.”
“I think it’s cool,” Billy responds, happily with his eyes closed. His lashes are dark, and long, and his face sweet and relaxed, as I trace my fingers over his skin. “Just think if I hadn’t come over.” I sigh deeply, not wanting to. “What else was bothering you?”
“Nothing.” I don’t want to ruin the beautiful mood telling him.
“No—I could tell something else was up. You just never really bought into the ‘It’s your gym’ thing. I could tell by the way you’re always looking around. You’re still worried about what other people think, even though I’ve told you not to. It kind of makes me feel like you really don’t trust me,” he says, opening his eyes and glancing up. He breathes deeply and closes them again.
I totally trust him. I’ve never trusted anyone like him in my whole life, and it kills me to think he thinks otherwise.
“I trust you, Billy. I really do. I just get scared.”
“Of what? You’re with me.” He sits up confidently, smiling at me.
“It’s you I’m afraid of.” The words trailing softly from my lips.
“Me! Why?” he asks, wounded, breaking my heart.
“I’m sorry. Not you, but… Oh, shit. I’ll just tell you.” I can’t keep it from him anymore, not of it’s going to hurt him so bad. “It’s some of the guys you work with. They did something to me,” I confess quietly.
“What,” he asks, looking confused, and concerned.
“They yelled some stuff at me, when I was at the bus stop going to work.”
“What did they yell? Like sexy stuff?” His face looking more like a smile now.
“No. Not sexy stuff… It was,” I hesitate.
“Tell me what they said.” I can feel the tension in his voice, and his demeanor quickly changes.
“Don’t get mad, okay. You have to promise me you won’t get real mad, and do something crazy,” I say climbing off of the bed. Billy follows closely, with his naked body standing looking like he’s ready to fight.
“What did they say, Gretchen?” he asks again, speaking calmly this time, patiently waiting for my reply
“Fat ass,” I whisper, the words crackling from my throat.
“They called you a fat ass?”
“Yes,” I answer, thinking he’s being too calm. I can see the wheels spinning. “Then they threw a soda in my face.” The words come out barely audible.
“They did what?” Billy’s mouth slowly opens.
Too embarrassed to look him in the face, I stare at the floor as I sob, “They threw a soda at me. And it hit me in the face, Billy.” I cry. “And, nobody did anything to help me! They just stood there laughing, doing nothing, doing nothing!” I scream, dropping towards the floor, crying.
Catching me halfway down, Billy pulls me in close holding me in his strong embrace as I weep. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Gretchen. I had no idea. I can’t believe it.” I can feel his heart beating rapidly inside of his chest, as he caresses my head. “Don’t worry about anything, they’re done!” He promises, asking me not to cry. But, I can’t stop, and eventually he relents telling me to let it all out. And I do. Twenty four years of pent up, hidden pain, suffered from years of abuse at the hands of people like them, come out, and Billy never lets me go. Not for one second.
~ ~ ~
When I wake, Billy is gone, and a note lies on the pillow next to my head.
‘Noooo,” I think, grabbing the small piece of paper. I already feel empty and lonely without him. ‘I wish he would have woken me up!’
Gretchen,
You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you. I want you to know what an amazing woman I think you are, and I hope you know how special you are to me.
I don’t want you to worry about any of those guys they’ll all be gone in the morning.
Have a good night and, I’ll see you tomorrow night at the gym.
Billy
CHAPTER SEVEN
I hadn’t heard from Billy all day, and his phone went directly into voice mail every time I called. Making me a basket case by the time I got at the gym.
I knew something was wrong the minute I walked in the door, when the group of trainers standing at the front desk quickly dispersed, leaving me alone with Angela, Billy’s assistant manager, who looks like she’s been waiting for me to arrive.
“Hi Angela, is Billy here?” I ask, looking around the gym.
“You haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” I follow Angela outside where she nervously begins to speak. “Billy’s gone.”
“Gone? Where?”
“He’s been fired, and I’m pretty sure he’s in jail.”
“Oh my God!” I scream, covering my mouth. “What happened?”
“He beat them up. The guys who threw the soda at you.”
“Oh no! Please tell me he didn’t.”
“He did. And really bad too.”
“What happened?”
“He just came in and jumped on Kevin, punching and kicking him in the face, yelling about what they did to you. His buddies jumped in, and Billy beat them all up. It took four guys to pull him off of the last guy. There was blood everywhere. It was crazy.
The owner fired him as soon as he heard what was up. You’re still welcome to use your pass, but I won’t be able to comp you a trainer. Billy was doing that on his own time,” she states, apologizing for everything, including the assholes treating me like that.
“I’ll let you know,” I say, walking away in a daze.
“Gretchen,” Angela yells as I walk away.
“What?”
“He really likes you… he really does.”
“Thanks.”
~ ~ ~
Not being able to get ahold of someone you love, and having to wait for them to call, can be one of the most torturous things a human being can endure. Especially when you know they’re in jail. I waited two days before my call came.
“Hello. This is a collect call from the Denver county jail. Will you accept the charges? If so, press one, or say yes at this time. If you don’t agree, hang up at this time.”
“Yes,” I speak into the receiver, answering the automated voice on the other end. And, after a series of clicks I hear Billy’s voice on the other end. He sounds sad.
“Gretchen. Hey, it’s, Billy.”
“Oh God, Billy. What happened, baby?”
“I don�
�t know. I just lost it. He laughed when I confronted him, and that’s pretty much all I remember, until the cops got there.”
“What do you want me to do? Can I get you out? I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
“I’m in big trouble, Gretchen. I heard because I’m a martial artist, they’ll probably try to aggravate my crime.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, I’m fucked. They’ll probably try and give me the maximum time.”
“How long is that?”
“Right now they have me charged with four counts of felony assault. I could get up to thirty two years.” Those were the last words I heard before waking up on my kitchen floor.
~ ~ ~
If it wasn’t for all of the extenuating circumstances, Billy probably wouldn’t have fared as well as he did. But, having myself, testify along with others from the bus stop. And after having several clients come forward with complaints on some of the guys from within the gym— the Judge granted leniency, only giving Billy eighteen months.
I professed my love for Billy and told him I would have waited for ever. And, even though he told me he loved me also, he wouldn’t allow it.
“You’re only twenty four years old, Gretchen. You don’t need to be waiting for a thirty year old man who’s locked up. You need to be out there dating and doing your thing.”
I fought him for months, telling him I would never do it. But, eventually he just stopped calling. I received a few letters over the following months, checking on the progress of my new career.
I told you, you could do it. I’m so proud of you, Miss Gretchen Lane, He wrote in his last letter, after I told him I had been hired as a plus size model. I had been told many time I should pursue a career in modeling. ‘She would be pretty if she lost some weight.’
But, it’s funny—no matter how many people, tell you something. Until you believe it yourself, it will never happen. Billy, believed in me, and I believed in him. And, that led me to Paris.
I hope you will join me for that story in my next book.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you find the same inspiration as me. Anyway, I have to be going. I’m next out on the runway.
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