She made it quick and walked out right away, making sure to wrap herself in a towel and head towards a cubicle to get dressed. Before she was able to do that, she went to her locker to get the rest of her things. Approaching the locker, she heard a lot of voices and laughter nearby. Great, Kelly thought, people. She normally tried to hop in and out of the shower when there was nobody else around, but sometimes she couldn’t help encountering somebody else. It was a crowded gym, after all.
When she looked towards her locker, she saw Cindy and her pals right next to it. What surprised her was that Cindy was almost completely naked, except for her panties, prancing around the room, showing off her body. Her friends were almost praising her physique, yelling out how she was so gorgeous and that she should be a model.
Somehow, Kelly felt they were doing it to tease her, but she walked over anyways, trying not to stare at them. She felt all the voices lower and heard faint giggles. Just when she closed her locker, she heard a snort and some girls were staring at her. She looked at them. Cindy walked up.
“Excuse me, did you need anything?” She barked. Kelly shook her head and walked away quickly. “Thought so,” she teased.
Chapter Two
Kelly got dressed as fast as she could and then headed out towards the juice bar, for her well-earned fruit smoothie. While waiting for it, she looked around, and, to her surprise, found Michael having a protein shake all on his own. He usually was surrounded by his friends, or a trainer, or just about anyone else. But not tonight, apparently.
Should she go and say hi? Should she just go and sit with him, start chatting before he realizes that he barely knows her? She was handed her smoothie, and she walked to the tables, but instead of gathering her courage, she walked past him and sat at a different table.
Michael, who now had her at eye sight, waved to her to call her attention. She waved back, and he invited her to come and sit with him, signaling the empty chair next to him. She nervously got up, and walked up to him. He smiled at her while she sat down.
“How was your workout?”, Michael asked, taking a sip of his shake.
“It was good. Tiring, but good”, she said, cheerful.
“I’m glad. How long has it been since you started? I don’t remember seeing you around before the winter break,” he inquired.
“Oh, I started just after that. I’ve been here three weeks. New Year’s resolutions, you know?”, she said, smiling.
He chuckled, “yeah, I get it. It’s tough the first month or so, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. You’re doing a great job so far. I remember when I started, the trainer needed to be watching my every move, because I used to screw up everything I did.”. They both laughed.
“But hey, you’re great now!”, she told him.
“With time, yes. I’m okay now, I guess.”, he was so humble, Kelly just wanted to yell at him and tell him he was hotter than everyone at the gym combined and he was amazing, but held it together. “I’m Mike, by the way”, he added.
“Kelly.”, she said.
“It’s great to meet you, Kelly”, he smiled.
Before being able to continue the conversation, someone called him from afar.
“Mikey!!!” Cindy yelled from the middle of the hallway. She almost trotted towards him, placing herself between Kelly and Michael, her back turned to Kelly.
“Uh… hi Cindy.”, Michael let out, looking away, certainly not wanting her near for long.
“I saw your workout today. You’re better every day! How do you do it? You really have to train me some day. I need some help with my glutes. I just want them… bigger, you know?”, She said posing for him, displaying her ass in front of him. Michael didn’t even glance at her.
“Good for you, Cindy. Keep trying. I’m sure if you ask Carlos, who is actually a certified coach for help, he can work something out for you.”, he stated coldly.
“But what if I want you? I feel like we would be great workout partners! Don’t you think so?”, she insisted, almost throwing herself into him.
“Not really”, he blurted out, bluntly. Cindy gasped, horrified. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was talking to Kelly here. Unless you want to join us…”, he finished.
Indignant, Cindy stood up straight and marched away towards the door. Kelly and Michael watched her leave, and then looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.
“I’m really glad I was here to see that happen”, she confessed.
Michael smiled.
“She was being rude. Some girls think they can do or take whatever they want because they can run more than ten miles”, he said, “That’s not my kind of girl”.
“It isn’t?”, Kelly asked, hopeful.
Michael chuckled. “No! It doesn’t matter how toned you look, if you’re as empty headed as she was. No, that’s not my type of girl.”
“Well, she certainly wasn’t nice to me either”, she confessed, looking down at her smoothie. “I’m here to do my best, and she just prances around with that perfect body of hers, making fun of me with her perfect little friends”, she said, taking a large sip of her smoothie.
“Hey. Don’t ever let anybody get you down that way. You are as beautiful as they come. If you want some fitness tips, you can always ask me. But don’t you ever hate your body.”, he stated firmly.
“You really think it’s okay?”, she asked, enthralled.
“I do. I like my girls curvy, if you don’t mind me saying so”, he winked at her. She blushed.
“I don’t. I really don’t. You can say it all the time, I don’t mind”, she blurted out, and Mike chuckled. “I mean, it’s just tough sometimes for me. I come in and all I see is you perfectly sculpted Greek gods, and I’m in the middle of it, looking all crappy.”, she remarked.
“We’re not Greek gods. We’re people. We’ve just been working out longer”, he pointed out.
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re perfect”, she let out, immediately regretting what she just said. Michael raised his eyebrows.
“You think I’m perfect?” He asked coyly.
Kelly blushed, again. “I mean… look at you!”
“What do you like about my body?”
Kelly swallowed hard. “It’s just… really sculpted”, she said. Did I just say ‘sculpted’? God, please kill me now. Michael stared at her intently, and Kelly thought she was going to melt.
“Thanks for that”, he smirked. “I’ll make sure I’m always around whenever you are here.” He winked at her.
“I’d really enjoy that”, she replied.
They stared at each other for what felt like the longest time. Her phone interrupted the moment. She looked at the time. It was 9 pm. “I, uh, I think I should get going,”, she informed.
“Do you need a ride?”, he asked?
“Oh, I could really use one. I don’t live far from here, just a few blocks away from the college campus.”, she said.
“Great! Let’s go then, ladies first”, he said, making a gesture for her to walk in front of him.
Chapter Three
The car trip was silent. Michael turned on the radio and they had some background music to enjoy, but mostly it was just a few stares and smiles. She gave him the address and he turned on the GPS so there was no way he could get lost. Finally, they arrived at her apartment. Michael parked right outside her door and turned off the engine.
“Well, this is me”, Kelly broke the silence.
“It certainly is,”, Michael replied.
They had another moment of silence. Kelly looked up at him. “Thank you for the ride. And for chasing Cindy away from me, and also for the pep talk a while-”, she started, but got interrupted by Michael, who leaned over and kissed her softly.
“Your welcome”, he said, his faces inches away from hers. This time Kelly closed the space between them and kissed him back. What started as a shy kiss turned into a full on make-out session in his car. His tongue swirled around her mouth so expertly, she was already feeling h
erself wet. Michael had her hands all over her, cupping her breasts, stroking her legs, and sliding them up, until he reached her inner thigh. With the other hand, he grabbed hers, and placed it on his lap, so she could feel his growing erection, unsure of what to do, Kelly didn’t move her hand, and Michael sensed her hesitation. He pulled away from the kiss.
“What’s wrong baby?”, he asked. Baby, she repeated in her head. It sounded so fucking hot, she would have fallen down if she had been standing up.
“Nothing… I’m just… It’s weird that this is happening.”
“Why?”, he asked, removing a strand of her hair from her face. She licked her lips, trying to taste the remains of their kiss.
“It’s… it’s been a long time for me. And I want this to happen, but… it’s weird that a guy like you…” He stopped her with a kiss.
“Kelly, any guy would be lucky to have you. I’m here, and I’m ready. So it’s up to you. Whatever you say, goes”. He looked so sincere,
Kelly didn’t know if she wanted to cry tears of joy or make out with him for the rest of her life. But she also wanted more.
“Do you… do you want to go upstairs?”, she asked.
“I’d love to”, he smiled reassuringly.
As soon as they were inside her apartment, he pressed her against the door, kissing her smoothly but with determination. He pushed his erection against her, brushing it against her core. She felt herself dripping wet, and moaned. They peeled off their many layers of clothing until he was in nothing but his track pants, and she was in a t-shirt and sweat pants. He went on to kiss her neck seductively, and she felt her weak on her knees. He continued dry humping her, thrusting against her, mimicking penetration. He stopped her kisses and raised his head.
“Where’s your bedroom, babe?”, he asked. She pointed towards the door, and, without the slightest effort, he picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, took his pants off and joined her on the mattress. He kissed her once more and placed his hands under her shirt to slide it off her. Without thinking, Kelly stopped him, embarrassed.
“Sorry. I just…”, she started.
“Kelly. Look at me. You are beautiful. Don’t you dare being embarrassed of the way you look. Okay?”, he said. Kelly nodded, and continued kissing him. He took off her shirt and stared at her. “Jesus baby. You’re gorgeous”, and with that, started kissing and admiring her body. Moving downwards, he took off her bra, and started kissing and sucking every inch of her skin.
Kelly couldn’t remember the last time she felt so sexy and desired. She was gasping with desire at every single touch, caress or kiss. Michael carried on his journey, sliding all the way down to her stomach, and then sliding her pants off. Kelly raised her hips to help him, and once they were off, Michael placed himself in the middle of her legs, burying himself inside her crotch and slowly licking her folds. Kelly instinctively raised her hips against him, moaning with pleasure. Michael smiled.
He wanted to make it all about her tonight. He wanted to make her feel how beautiful she actually was, how desirable she could actually be for others, and wanted her to really enjoy herself at that moment. Other occasions would arrive afterwards, surely, but tonight was all about her. He started eating her out slowly, moving his tongue in circles, making her writhe with pleasure.
He used his hands to massage her breasts, which she thanked with a moan, and coordinated his hands with his mouth, so they moved at the same pace. He traced one single finger downwards, and inserted it in her core. She felt more and more pleasure, and let him know she was ready.
“Mike… I’m coming…”, she let out, between gasps for air. Michael increased the pace until she moaned and her body was shaking with pleasure. He quickly moved up and kissed her deeply. Still in his boxers, he pressed himself against her, rocking his hips against hers. She opened her eyes, pleadingly.
“Mike… please…”, she begged. Smiling, he stood on his knees and pulled his boxers off, slowly, as if putting on a little show for her. Kelly’s eyes widened. He was big. She licked her lips with desire. Michael resumed his position and kissed her again, brushing her tip against her folds teasingly. She grabbed his ass and guided him inside of her. He started out slow, but her pleas and moans drove him crazy and started increasing his pace with each thrust.
He was no Greek god after all. Just a mere mortal, trying to satisfy this beautiful girl below him. Reaching a frantic pace, they came almost at the same time; Kelly first, hissing out his name, and Michael soon afterwards, emptying him inside of her.
They stayed like that for a few moments, until Michael removed his dick from within her, and tossed himself to one side, still breathing heavily. He pulled her closer to him, and she cuddled into the embrace. They stayed in silence, just staring at the ceiling and recovering their breath, when Michael said, “That wasn’t bad for a workout, was it?”. They both laughed, before dozing off.
Chapter One
I was a hopeless romantic. Yes, I was. At least, I thought so. My only mistake was looking so desperately for romance, and thinking I found it every night. And not always did I find it with the same person. I was an irregular. I looked for love, tenderness, care. Passion and sex just came with it.
After freaking out when I realized I was a lesbian, I just decided to go with it. I knew there was nothing I could do, so why bother denying or hiding it? After all, women are fucking hot. Why not enjoy myself?
At first, I went specifically to gay bars with my college friends every weekend. Everybody either left accompanied by a total stranger, or ended hooking up with someone from our same group. Everything was allowed. Sometimes, we added someone in to the group, and it was amazing. Other times, I went back to the bar after hooking up with someone and not caring much about it. I felt on top of the world, not minding waking up alone and cooking my own breakfast. That was the rule; never spend the night, or you lose the game. That’s what we thought it was, a game.
Afterwards, we decided to expand our horizons, and try preaching and converting straight women, or as we tried to call it, “potentially gay”. It was actually easier than one would imagine. I went for older women every single time. Either divorced or just neglected by their husbands for a long time, they were women that needed attention and relaxation after such a stressful moment in their lives, or who simply needed something or someone to fight loneliness with. I was there for them, every single one of them. Some lasted more than others; our first rule was abolished as I realized they always pay for dinner or drinks. They were the cuddling type, trying to spoil you or throw more sex on the table just so you would be there for them a bit longer.
Needless to say, experience and discretion were my biggest weapons. I knew how to make a woman’s toes curl out of pleasure. How to incite the sweetest sounds come out of their mouths, as they grasped the sheets forcefully and moaned out my name. It was bliss, and I was always available. Morning, afternoon, night… I had a large list of contacts, and was never bored during the weekends. I never felt love, but the embrace of a woman after a love-making session was what got me going. I looked for it, and I received it tenfold. It didn’t matter who it was, I just cared about that feeling at the end of the day.
Until I met Claire. And then everything changed in me. I was walking through the supermarket, finding some groceries for the week, when I spotted her out of the corner of my eye. She had just turned her cart into my aisle, and stood a few feet away from me, deciding which cookies to take home. I took a quick glance at her shopping cart: wine, ice cream, and some frozen food. I worked out she was alone, hence the ice cream and the wine. Gotcha, I thought to myself. I stood closer to her, and told her that Oreos were my favorite. She looked up at me and smiled. They were her favorite, too. We exchanged a few tips on what makes them even better (she liked hers with ice cream, I sprayed some fudge on top).
We talked a bit more about the usual subjects, and she made a funny remark on something. We both laughed and looked away. Wh
en we looked back at each other, I sensed something. It was different. We looked into each other’s eyes, and said nothing. She then stumbled something about how she was going to pick some more things, so we exchanged numbers, in case we’re ever tired of eating Oreos alone.
I didn’t think much of it afterwards, but when I got home and checked my phone list, I received a message from her, simply saying it was her, so that I could add her to my contact list. I looked at the name. Claire. Such a pretty name. For such a pretty girl. Woman, was more like it. She was definitely in her forties, but she could’ve fooled anyone with her looks. We kept on texting each other a bit, but I kept on sleeping around. I wasn’t as into it as I was before; as if I had my mind somewhere else all the time. All my thoughts ended up leading to her. So I did the one thing I was scared of doing: I asked her out. Not as a date, of course, but I told her if we could meet up one afternoon.
This went on for a while. The more we saw each other, the more I wanted to be with her. I stopped sleeping around so much, out of respect to her, even though we hadn’t even talked about “us”, or having given her even a peck on the lips. One day, after dinner, I was walking her home, and I decided I needed to come clean. I told her exactly how I felt. She knew I had been with other women, as I thought she should know me completely, instead of being fooled that I was another one of her best friends. She was taken aback, and was silent for a few moments. I felt like just running away forever, embarrassed and ashamed that I had forever ruined our relationship. How did we go back from where we already were? But then she spoke.
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