“Yes well, it makes it awfully hard to get to sleep.” I huffed, turning towards the descending flight of stairs. “See you around Alex.”
“See you around, Victoria. My apartment is always open if you’d like to really lose some sleep.” I felt my blush darken to scarlet and I fled down the stairs, determined not to look back at him and let him see the embarrassment warring with desire in my face. He was so drastically different from all the types I’d gone after before. I shook my head- it wasn’t like he had invited me on a date or asked me to be his girlfriend. He’d invited me to what sounded like wild sex, no strings attached.
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. I spent the afternoon doing more browsing than shopping, nothing really catching my interest. I was preoccupied with memories of the night before. It wasn’t until I walked past a lingerie boutique that something caught my attention. There was no rhyme or reason to buying the expensive navy lace bra and panties, or the matching garter belt and stockings. I got home without encountering Alex again, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy about it or sorry for not getting to see him.
There was something terribly sexy about knowing that under my jeans and tank top I was wearing lingerie that hugged my curves perfectly, the dark blue playing off my golden tanned skin. When night fell and I decided to get ready for bed, I slipped out of the garter belt and rolled the thigh high stockings down my legs, but couldn’t quite bring myself to take off the pretty bra and panties.
So I sprawled on top of the sheets, knowing I should sleep but somehow restless. I kept waiting for the noise to start again, but the whole building seemed silent. It seemed the summer heat had worked its way into the building, and the air conditioner didn’t appear to be doing anything to combat the sweltering temperature. I kicked my comforter down around my ankles, then stripped off my shorts and tank top, tossing them into a pile on the carpet.
Finally I gave in to my restlessness and stopped trying to sleep. The clock on my nightstand showed midnight when I glanced over, sitting up. Unwilling to put my sweat dampened pajamas back on, I snagged the short silky robe off the back of my bathroom door and wrapped it around myself. At first, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing or where I was going. I opened the front door and sighed at the blessed coolness of the hall way. Bare feet padding on the short, hard carpet, I slowly made my way down the stairs, sighing happily as the temperature dropped the further down I went.
My feet took me to Alex’s door before I realized where I was going. I hesitated there for a long time, mentally berating myself. It was midnight, what was I doing at the door of a strange man who I’d barely met. Hesitantly, I reached up and knocked softly at the door. It seemed like forever before I heard shuffling, and then the click of a lock and the door swung open. I could see the glow of the TV in the dimly lit apartment, muted now. He was dressed only in a pair of boxers, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering over his darkly tanned, muscled body. He was grinning when I finally dragged my eyes up to his face.
“Hey Victoria, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I gave a slight shrug and felt my cheeks starting to heat again. What was it about this man that made her blush every time I talked to him? He stepped back from the door, gesturing me in.
“I was just about to put on some tea, would you like to join me?” He offered. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepping past him. He closed the door behind me and led me to the kitchen, filling the electric kettle and setting it on to boil. I leaned against the kitchen island, watching him. He turned and leaned against the counter, watching me. Only a few feet of tile separated us, but even so when his eyes glanced down my long bare legs it felt like he practically reached across the distance and dragged his fingers over my skin. That slow, mischievous grin I remembered from earlier quirked his lips.
“So, since we’re already awake are you interested in losing a little more sleep?” I hesitated just a moment, then steeled myself, flashing a coy smile in return.
“If you can make it worth my while.” I challenged, lounging back against the island, my robe barely held on by the silky tie. His smile grew, and for a moment we were silent. It seemed like he crossed the distance between us in an instant, one heart beat lounging and the next heartbeat suddenly on top of me, his rough hands ripping open my robe, molding over my breasts. His mouth was hot and demanding on mine, his tongue forcing its way between my lips and warring with my own, the slick muscles sliding and stroking against each other.
Alex’s hands stroked down my body, rough calluses rubbing over my toned stomach and then down the front of my thighs. I mewled against him, jerking my hips against him, eager for more. His hands slipped around to grab my ass, fingers digging in as he lifted me up, setting me on the edge of the island and then shoving the robe down my shoulders until it fell in a puddle on the counter. His mouth pulled away from mine, moving down my neck, all teeth and tongue as he bit and licked his way to my collar bone. I was sure my skin would be dotted with angry red hickeys by morning, the way it felt. I didn’t care though, arching my body against him and letting my head fall back.
My nails dug into his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed me back, one hand reaching up to fist in my long dark hair, pulling my head back until my spine ached in protest and I gasped my pleasure as his mouth found its way down my chest, kissing along the top edge of the lace cups supporting my breasts. Catching the edge in his teeth he tugged it down just enough to show the arousal hardened nipple beneath. I moaned as he suckled and nipped the hard nub. As he pressed me farther back, my back hit something, pushing it off the counter with a loud clatter. I gave a soft cry of surprise, but then I was lying back on the cold counter and he had crouched down so his head was between my thigh. His tongue lapped over the lust dampened lace between my legs and I moaned and writhed at the sensation.
His hands grabbed my legs with bruising force, pressing them wide apart as his tongue probed the lace barrier. I felt when his teeth came to play, nipping my skin as he grabbed the fabric and pulled it aside, triumphantly plunging his tongue deep into my dripping pussy. I buried my hands in his thick hair, my hips thrusting and grinding my snatch into his face a I begged him not to stop. His tongue delved deep into my tunnel as his lips and teeth explored the folds of my labia and grazed over my clitoris. I felt the pressure building in my core and as he fastened his lips around my clitoris I couldn’t hold back the waves of pleasure that crashed over me. I screamed, my body clenching and gushing juices into his face. I could feel his tongue on my over sensitive flesh, lapping up every drop.
Then he was standing again, and I wasn’t sure when he’d lost his boxers but he was as big as I had been expecting. His erection was heavy and thick, with a prominent ridge that I could imagine being forced inside me, the satisfying pop when he finally slid in. His strong arms pulled me off the counter, sending something else clattering to the ground. A few short strides and he dropped me on the couch. I didn’t get a chance to move, though I dearly wanted to get on my knees and take his thick cock between my lips, taste his cream when he came.
Instead his hands were in my hair and on my hip, pulling me onto my knees on the cushion and shoving my chest over the back of the couch with enough force that the air was shoved from my lungs in a harsh groan. I could feel the heat of his body over me but I couldn’t look back, his hand on the back of my head keeping my in place. All I could do was spread my legs a little wider and arch my back to present my slick entrance to him, my body begging since my mind couldn’t string the words together anymore.
There was no patience or gentleness in the way he thrust into me. I felt the brush of his blunt head, then he slammed his hard rod into my willing cunt. It felt it batter against the back of me until his pelvis slammed into my ass. I knew I was screaming and moaning as he didn’t stop, his arm wrapping around my waist as he pounded into me, scraping my G-spot and slamming into my cervix with every t
hrust. God I was going to hurt tomorrow but I couldn’t bring myself to care. His teeth found my shoulder, not the little love bites from earlier but digging into my skin, bruising but not breaking the skin.
The pain and pleasure pushed me over the edge and I came again screaming, the hardest orgasm I’d ever had. I felt a sudden shift beneath us and the strength of his thrust rocked the couch over, only his arm around my waist saving my head from hitting the floor. Dragging me off the edge of the couch as my body still shuddering and clenching around him, he grabbed my legs and turned me over, almost sliding out so I whimpered and begged in protest, not wanting it to end yet.
It didn’t. He kicked the coffee table out of the way and shoved my back up against the wall. I felt the rough brick biting into my skin and the unbearable tightness of my panties tugged tightly to the side and all I could think was that this was so much better than my fantasy. My hands scrambled for something to grip, leaving long ragged red marks on his skin. At some point I felt my elbow knock into something and there was a sound like breaking glass but both of us were too far gone to care. Finally his thrusts began to become erratic, shorter and deeper and if anything stronger than when we began.
I was coming again, though I wasn’t sure if I’d ever stopped. I know I never wanted it to. I ground myself down on him, using my grip on him and any other leverage I could get to meet each of his brutal thrusts until he stiffened and his voice rose in a groan that was almost a growl to mingle with my screams. He hilted himself deep in my pussy, his hot seed drenching my inner walls. We stayed frozen there for what seemed an eternity, my moans fading to soft whimpers and his breathing deep and ragged. Then he staggered away from the wall, still holding onto me, and gently lowered us both to the thick rug where the coffee table had been at one point.
He caught my glance and laughed. His apartment looked like a warzone, the coffee table on its side shoved up against the media center, the couch flipped onto its back. The knife block had been shoved off the island, and most of the decorations that had been around were in disarray. I could tell exactly where I’d been pushed up against the wall, because one of the paintings that had been hanging nearby was on the floor, the glass front shattered.
“I think I broke your frame.” I murmured, snuggling against his chest. I felt him give a one shouldered shrug.
“It’s only fair- I never got you that drink I promised.” His voice sounded vaguely amused, but sleepy.
“Not the same. Let me take you to coffee to make up for it?” I asked, glancing up at him. His eyes cracked open and he looked down at me.
“Miss Victoria, are you asking me on a date?” He started to mutter a protest and he pressed a finger against my lips gently, silencing me. “I thought that was my job.” As he pulled his finger away I smiled tentatively.
“Is that a yes?” He laughed again, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, letting my head rest on his shoulder.
“Only if I can take you to dinner.” He kissed the top of my head and I fought a yawn, knowing that I was close to falling asleep. I couldn’t really see any reason why that was a bad idea, so I shrugged.
“It’s a date then.” I murmured softly, drifting off to sleep.
Personal Training
by KT Lynn
Themes: lesbian; F/F
I stared down at the papers on my desk, the bold black ink made it all seem more real than it ever had during the long year that had passed since my husband, Riley, packed up and moved out.
I opened a desk drawer and threw the papers into it. Anger made my stomach clench into knots, I had met Riley in high school and it had been me that had dropped all of my plans for college in order to spend years supporting him through med school. Two years after that, Doctor decorated his name and he had left me for a woman who was barely twenty two. She would not have to work as a temp during the day and wait tables at night just to keep food on the table and him in school like I had. The day we had all shown up in court she had come sailing down the aisle wrapped in an expensive cashmere sweater, a skirt that showed off her long flat thighs and a pair of three hundred dollar boots with heels so high they could have shattered ice, every hair had been in place and her makeup had been impeccable. Seeing her had brought back the hurtful and hateful words that Riley had tossed at me when I had asked him why he was leaving me for another woman, “You’ve just let yourself go Lily. I deserve a woman who knows the importance of looking good.”
My face had gone beet red when he said that. I had never had time to take care of myself; I had been too busy with work and the household chores to worry too much about myself. I looked at my reflection in the long mirror that hung in the hallway. It was the same me I had always seen: long black hair whose curls were usually tucked up into a messy bun or twist, blue eyes under dark brows and lashes, a rounded frame on which my breasts and hips made stubborn and generous curves. I was thirty one; the eighteen year old girl who had said “I do” to Riley had disappeared somewhere but I could have done better at taking care of myself. I knew I had let depression and stress drive me to endless ice cream and chocolates for consolation but the weight gain was not something that could not be fixed.
I looked at the battered old sweat pants that I had practically been living in for the last year and the small lines around my eyes, feeling my self-esteem plummeting once again. It wasn’t fair how young and beautiful the new Mrs. Riley Jackson was. I had no doubt that she never tossed a bland meal on the table while still wearing the pink rayon uniform that always smelled of onions and ground beef or ever went to the market in run down sneakers and a t-shirt with a stain on it because she was trying to make it in between laundry and a double shift.
“I could go to the gym,” I said to my reflection, “I have the time and the money for it. If I lost weight I could buy new clothes and that would make me feel a lot better a lot too.”
I did have the time, and a lot more disposable income than I had had before. Along with the divorce had come alimony and an amount of it far larger than Riley had thought he would be ordered to pay. I could afford to do something nice for myself. I stood there a little while longer, looking in the mirror. I’ll join a gym. Yes, that would be a good start. Then maybe go back to school as well. I grabbed my coat before I could change my mind and headed out the door. I needed: sneakers and a few pairs of workout pants and tops, a haircut and a gym bag. What would I take as a major? Would I be able to fit in with those barely legal coeds? Maybe I could live on campus, or would I even be able to stand that? I had not thought of just myself in so long, but now, there was only myself I needed to think about.
***
I pulled up at the gym five hours later. I grabbed the small bag I had bought; it was fairly heavy thanks to new sneakers and a snazzy new set of workout clothes as well as a few bottles of water. I had already enrolled for a quarter at the local college and I could feel the strut in my hips as I walked into the gym.
“Hello,” a long and leggy blonde with a pretty face said as I walked in, “How can I help you today?”
“I’m here to join the gym.”
“Good! Let’s get you started!” She came around from behind the counter and propelled me through the gym, pointing out a bewildering array of fierce looking machines and sweating people. She kept up a soothing stream of chatter as she did so and I was relieved to see other people who were less than perfect bodied up on the treadmills and elliptical and in the weight rooms. After the tour she sat me down at a small table near the front counter and gave me a myriad of options to choose from.
The one that struck me was the free personal trainer option. I had no idea of how to work out. Maybe I could have some sexy and very likely sweaty guy yelling orders at me while whipping me into shape. Hm… that wouldn’t be too bad at all. I checked the box beside that option.
“Awesome!” the blonde said as she beckoned to a long and lean woman with red hair, well- toned arms, a flat stomach and thighs that Riley’s new wife would have envied. “This
is Janelle; she will be your trainer! Janelle, this is Lily and it’s her first day with us!”
Shit. So much for a hot encounter with a hard bodied young thing. She held out one strong hand and shook mine, a hard fast pump, before letting go. “If you’re ready you can start now.”
I nodded.
“You are going to have such a fabulous workout!” the blonde enthused.
“I’m sure,” I muttered as I followed Janelle’s trim figure through the machinery to a small side room that was filled with large balls, small free weights in bright colors, colorful mats and long stretchy bands.
“Let’s start by warming up,” Janelle said, “I need to get an idea of how much muscle tone you have and how much endurance so I am going to touch you occasionally, mostly to direct you or to help you to perform a movement properly, are you okay with that?”
I muttered something, my mind going back to the comforting daydream of a handsome hunk fondling me in the name of fitness. When her hands touched my rib cage, then slid down my belly while she told me to breathe in and raise my arms over my head a flush of heat rushed through my body. I was shocked by that heat, and ashamed.
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