“That’s not a very flattering comparison, Jos,” Holly points out. “Chug is hardly a frog.”
“Well, he’s certainly not going to be my Prince Charming, so it doesn’t matter anyway. Listen, I’m going to finish my drink and go to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I promise, wanting to get off of the phone before the tears start.
After a few more sighs and questions, Holly finally hangs up, and I sip at my sangria with tears slipping down my cheeks.
“Tomorrow is a new day in the new year,” I tell myself, and I vow that no one, particularly not Cameron or Chug, will ever know how humiliated I felt today.
I am big, I am beautiful, and I’m going to take the world by storm, tomorrow.
I hope.
“I’m going to walk right in there and work out,” I say, sitting in my car in the gym parking lot, trying to psyche myself up. “It doesn’t matter that he’ll be in an office in the same building. I don’t have to see him at all, I can just do my thing,” I try to reassure myself. “Let’s do this.”
I am bold, I am determined. I can do this.
“Please let this be his day off,” I whisper to myself as I hurry through the lobby to the locker room.
I stash my stuff and stride to the first bank of treadmills. I may not be willing or able to pump iron just yet, but I can walk my ass off, and release some of my angst. I’d do it outside, but it’s too ridiculously cold out there right now.
I put my head phones on and listen to a power mix of motivational music. I forget the world and change the treadmill setting to Uphill, increasing the speed. A bead of sweat trickles down from my forehead, onto my face, and I smile. This is me doing something positive for my life, and it feels good.
Chug
As luck would have it, I won’t have to go to Josie’s place tonight to talk to her. I’m looking at the client cam and I see her doing some serious work on the treadmill. She looks amazing, and I have to wonder if she glows like that during sex. There’s a stray lock of that epic coppery hair that escaped from her tidy ponytail, and I want to brush it out of her face while I kiss those sweet lips. She’s driving me crazy and she has no idea that I can even see her. I’ll give her a few minutes to work out, then I’ll go talk to her. I’ve gotta try to think of boring things in the meantime, because I can’t walk out into the workout area with this massive hard-on.
I see her hit the cool down button and I put on a long hoodie that comes down to the bottom of my ass, so that when I head out there, my cock will be hidden if it responds the way that I think it will. I just have no control over my body when I’m around this girl. I want to spread those thick, luscious thighs and dive right in.
“Hey gorgeous,” I say, standing on the treadmill next to hers.
She has earbuds in and doesn’t hear me, so I wave my hand in front of her, and she hits the stop button. The look on her face when she sees me doesn’t exactly encourage me. I’ve managed to piss her off…again. She takes her earbuds out and stares at me coldly, not saying a word.
“You disappeared the other night,” I say quietly, making sure that there’s no one around to hear.
“Sorry, there was no need for me to participate in a lover’s spat,” she says, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.
“We broke up over two years ago, Josie,” I say, furious that Cam has apparently managed to screw up what might be the best thing that ever happened to me.
“Not that I care, but I’m curious…what did you ever see in a person like that anyway?” she asks, peering at me like I’m a bug under a microscope.
“She wasn’t always this way,” I shrug. “She was a pretty cool person until she got passed over for a modeling contract. Then things just seemed to go downhill. She’s very insecure, which is why she’s so nasty, I guess,” I explain, hoping to defrost Josie a bit.
I know she has a caring heart. Maybe she’ll feel sorry for Cam, at least a little.
“Wow, I can see how that would rock her world,” Josie rolls her eyes.
I see her point, but she doesn’t get it. The rejection from the modeling agency really did hit Cam like a ton of bricks.
“Yeah, it did,” I nod.
“Wait, you’re defending her?” Josie’s eyes go wide.
“No,” I sigh and run a hand through my hair in frustration. “Look, can you come with me for a second so that we can talk privately?” I ask, looking meaningfully at two twenty-somethings who have just climbed onto exercise bikes in the row behind the treadmills.
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss,” she folds her arms and stares at me.
“Please?” I say softly, pleading with my eyes.
A look of uncertainty crosses over her face, and it gives me hope.
“Fine,” she sighs, finally. “But I only have a second.”
I lead her to the equipment room and lock the door behind us. She sees me do it and raises an eyebrow. It’s now or never, so I make my move, because I can’t keep my hands off of her for another second.
“I’m not interested in Cameron. I haven’t been for more than two years,” I say, moving closer.
My cock is rock hard as I lean toward her.
“I’m interested in this beautiful redhead, who seems determined to be mad at me for a whole bunch of stuff that I can’t control or didn’t do,” I say, running the back of my fingers down her cheek.
She’s trying to be tough, poor girl, but she shivers at my touch, which drives me insane with yearning for her.
“I like you, Josie. I felt something when we were talking on New Year’s Eve that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. I’ve never felt before, the way that I feel when I’m with you, definitely never with Cameron,” I say.
It’s true. I like this girl with my soul, and it scares the hell out of me, but I’m not going to walk away from it. She swallows hard, and that simple action sends me over the edge. I take her face in my hands, and incline my head toward her, moving in for a kiss.
Josie
I’m trembling as Chug pours out his heart to me in the equipment room. My heart is galloping like a racehorse, and my body is humming with an electric charge that surged through me the second he touched me. I tilt my face up to receive his kiss, and experience the most tender, gentle kiss of my life. He’s confirming with his body, what he said with his lips.
Then a shudder goes through him and he crushes me to his body, his cock throbbing between us. I can feel his arousal against my stomach and I’m instantly wet. He’s so hard, and it feels big. I want him to fill me with that cock, and when he slides his hand beneath my tank top to roll my nipple between his fingers, my knees buckle with longing.
Without taking his exploring lips from mine, he lifts me up into his arms and carries me over to an unused weight bench, sitting me down gently. He pulls away and stands, looking down at me, fire in his eyes. His cock is pressing against the front of his track pants merely inches in front of my face. I trace the outline of it with a fingertip and he takes in a sharp breath, his hips bucking a bit.
“Put your arms up,” he says, his voice husky with longing.
I raise my arms, my eyes on that gorgeous face, and he lifts off my top, tossing it onto the bench beside me. His gaze is riveted on my body, and he slowly kneels down in front of me.
“God, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispers, against my neck, his lips trailing kisses from just beneath my ear, to my cheek, to my mouth, which he captures and ravishes with his tongue, dipping, darting, exploring.
His hands trail down my shoulders, and he traces the soft line where the cup of my bra ends, making me tremble.
“Touch me,” I whisper, tearing my mouth away from his and dropping my head back, overwhelmed with sensation.
His lips move to my neck, and he kisses his way downward, nibbling my collar bone, then going further. With one hand, he reaches around and unclasps my sports bra, letting it fall. I inhale sharply when he lowers his head, taking my nipple
between his lips. The hot, wet warmth makes me crazy and I moan, which makes him suckle harder.
My clit feels like there’s something buzzing on it, and I press closer, wanting him to keep going, wanting more of him.
“I want you,” I gasp, reaching down to grasp him through his track pants.
He’s rock hard and huge. I wonder if I can accommodate him, and instantly know that I’ll do everything I can to get every inch of him up inside of me. Detaching from my nipple, leaving it standing at attention, he stands up and pulls me up with him. With both hands, he grasps the waistband of my yoga pants, pulling them down in one smooth motion, along with my pink cotton panties, which are already drenched.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, sitting me back down on the bench.
His eyes locked on mine, he takes his own pants and boxers down, his impressive cock springing free. I was right, it’s huge, and I want every bit of it.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, reaching for him.
He captures my hand, not letting me touch him, and grins down at me. He slowly lowers himself to his knees, never taking his eyes from mine.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, kneeling in front of me and edging closer.
“Me too,” I groan, writhing on the bench, and leaving a sizable wet spot.
Chug places both hands on my knees and gently opens my legs, his cock jumping and waving when he sees what’s waiting for him. My femininity is glistening, waiting for him, and he bends down, lowering his head between my wide-spread thighs.
“Oh god,” I gasp, when his tongue flicks across my clit, sending sweet shocks of pleasure coursing through me. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I whisper, burying my hands in his hair, and pressing him closer.
“Oh, I’m going to make you come,” Chug murmurs against my skin, making me tremble with pleasure. “Are you…protected?” he asks, looking up at me with those dreamy eyes.
“Yeah, I’ve been on the pill since I was eighteen,” I pant, wanting him so badly that my pussy keeps clenching and unclenching.
“Good,” he looks at me, hunger in his eyes. “I’m clean, and I’m going to take my time with you,” he promises, lowering his head again.
His tongue massages my clit in circles, and I get wetter and wetter as I move against him.
“Yes, like that,” I moan, watching him do it.
Seeing his head between my legs, my fingers in his dark, wavy hair, just about sends me over the edge.
“I’m close, baby,” I hiss through my teeth, my body shivering with sensation.
“Do it,” he commands, his lips moving on my pussy. “Come for me, beautiful.”
As if on cue, I throw my head back as my orgasm bursts through me in a volcano of pleasure. I feel my own juices gushing out of me, and he laps at me as I come, over and over again, waves of ecstasy crashing through me as I buck against him, jarring the bench in a frenzied rhythm. Just when the spasms start to relax a bit, he raises his head and I whimper, needing him to keep going. Instead of his tongue, however, he presses the blunt head of his cock against my clit, rubbing it against me in gentle circles.
“Oh yes!” I cry out, as I’m swept away again. “Fuck me, Chug,” I cry out, riding the waves of pleasure that are still coursing through me like a freight train.
With a grunt, he slips two inches of his cock inside my drenched center, and my pussy grips him, hard, wanting more.
“More,” I groan, thrusting my hips toward him.
He slips in a little further, the girth of him filling me entirely.
“More, please,” I beg, my nails digging into the muscles of his ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps, clearly holding back to maintain his composure.
“You won’t,” I gasp. “Give it to me,” I demand. “I want it all!”
With one swift movement, he plunges deep inside of me, and my body immediately bursts into orgasm. I feel myself clenching and releasing his massive cock, and I’ve never felt such intense pleasure in my life.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Chug moans, his hips thrusting faster and faster as I come, grasping him hard.
“Your turn,” I gasp, holding back a bit now.
I want to come with him when he comes, but I can’t hold back for much longer.
“Come for me, Chug,” I demand, and I feel his cock start to jerk and kick inside of me.
His whole body goes rigid and he calls out my name as the hot jets of his release burst inside of me. I let my body go, and I come hard, the muscles of my pussy milking his release from him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, over and over in his ear, my arms wrapped around him, holding him as we both come.
I hear the soft splats of my juices, mingled with his, hitting the floor as he slowly glides in and out of me, both of us spent and breathing hard.
“You’re beautiful,” Chug whispers roughly in my ear, as both of us cling to each other, trying to catch our breath.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms and go to sleep…which isn’t exactly possible, given our current location.
He eases back, slipping his still-hard cock out of me, and making an even bigger mess on the floor beneath the bench.
“I hope you have paper towels,” I giggle.
Chug looks up at me and grins, with a look in his eyes that warms me from head to toe.
“Nah, I have bench towels – only the best for my baby,” he teases, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I feel special now,” I tease back, twirling his hair between my fingers.
“I really hope you do, Josie,” he sobers and takes my hand, kissing my fingers. “Because you are special to me. Very special. And, you’re going to have dinner with me tonight at my house so there’s no chance of anyone screwing it up,” he winks at me.
“And will there be dessert?” I bat my eyes at him.
“Honey, YOU are the dessert,” he growls, savaging my mouth with kisses.
“Well, I hope you’re ready for a sweet treat then,” I grin.
“Clearly I’m ready,” he chuckles, looking down at his cock bouncing happily in front of him.
Chug swabs down the equipment room and tells me to go ahead and go, then he’ll leave a few minutes later, so we don’t get busted. I redo my ponytail, and walk right out of the equipment room, trying to act casual. I get my stuff out of my locker and get all the way to the front desk before anyone talks to me.
“Wow,” the college coed behind the desk grins. “You look like you had a great workout!”
“Best workout of my life,” I laugh.
I give her a breezy wave and float out the door. Somehow, the icy cold air doesn’t feel as bad now.
Chug
Nothing is going to ruin our date tonight, and I mean nothing. I’m putting both of our phones in a dresser drawer so that there won’t be any interruptions, and I’m not answering the doorbell for anything or anyone. I’ve got barbequed ribs in the instant pot, and side dishes bubbling on the stove. I’m going to feed her, and give her a surprise that I think may change her life, if she’s open to it.
I’m showered, and I put on some of the cologne that she loves. My hair looks good, and I did a few pushups so that I’ll have a nice pump going on when she comes in. This woman is too special to let go of, so I’m pulling out all the stops. I even had a cleaning service come in while I was at work to make everything perfect.
I never asked her, but I hope Josie isn’t allergic to cats. When my mom passed a couple of years ago, I inherited Boots, her long-haired tuxedo cat, and it’s been like having a little bit of her with me ever since. He’s selective about who he’ll let pet him, but I’m betting that he’s going to love Josie. How could he not?
The doorbell rings and I check my watch. She’s right on time. I pick up the bouquet of roses that I had delivered for her and head to the door. It’s show time, and I hope she’s not freaked out.
Josie
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bsp; I changed my outfit like twenty-seven times, and finally settled on jet black jeggings, with a sage green slouchy sweater that has a habit of falling off of one shoulder. Yes, I am absolutely planning to tease him with a bare shoulder all through dinner. We’ll see what happens. I’m also wearing my tallest pair of high heeled boots, and a pair of dangly black earrings. Despite the fact that I love my outfit, I’m still nervous as hell.
This morning at the gym was amazing, but we’ve never been able to make a date work out for us. I’m curious about his apartment. Most guys are slobs, so it could be interesting.
I stand in front of his door, and press the doorbell. I hear footsteps coming toward the door and my stomach does this excited little flip flop.
“Hey beautiful,” Chug says, his face lighting up when he sees me.
He hands me a bouquet of roses and I close my eyes for a second, taking in the sweet fragrance. I step inside, directly into his arms, and he kisses me so profoundly that I nearly forget where I am. Everything is perfect. He looks gorgeous, he smells good, and there’s something cooking that makes my stomach growl.
“Somebody’s hungry,” he murmurs, brushing his lips across my forehead. “Let me take your coat and we can get started on dinner.”
Not only does he take my coat, but he takes my cell phone too, so we won’t be disturbed. The fact that he thought of that makes me feel special, cherished. He wants our time together to be totally private. I love it.
“It smells so good in here,” I say, taking a deep breath as he comes back from hanging up my coat. “I didn’t know you can cook.”
“I’m a man of many talents,” he waggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh.
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