10 comments/ 20426 views/ 1 favorites My Gym Partner Ch. 01 By: Sensual_Goddess I'm a forty five year old married woman. Not a beauty by most accounts, but not unattractive. I have put on a few pounds, and I don't always keep my hair colored. My breasts have a bit of sagginess to them from a round of nursing and my tummy roll covers my c-section scar. Still, I'm tall and curvaceous, so I can get away with some excess. I believe in keeping myself in decent shape, I'm just not obsessive about it. My husband tells me he loves me no matter how I look, and I've let that be an excuse to get lazy. My best friend Jill has been after me to go to the gym with her for months. "Just come with me once as a guest and see how you like it," she asked again just yesterday. I finally decide it couldn't hurt and the next Saturday we meet outside the gym. Jill shows up in a cute pair of hot pink yoga pants and a white tank top. She has a round, firm ass that looks incredible in her form-fitting work out clothes. I can see she's wearing a hot pink sports bra under that tight white tank. Jill's breasts have large dark areola, and in the sunlight, I can see a faint outline of nipple. Her face is free of make up, her hair is in a pony tail, and she looks like she would taste like strawberry ice cream. I'm sure every guy and some of the girls would love the chance to find out if that's true. I'm curious myself, but I have never considered broaching the subject with her until just this second. "Come on, time's wasting," she says as she threads her arm through mine and practically drags me in to the gym, breaking me out of my reverie about her flavor. It is everything I expected it would be; bodies sweating, contorting, moving at inhuman speed to music pulsing from their ear buds to their brains. There is no way I am going to fit in here and am already thinking up an excuse to leave. That's when I hear his voice from a few feet away. "Jill, so good to see you! Who's your friend?" I look over to see the owner of this musical voice and there is quite possibly the most striking man I have ever seen. Adonis would have shrunk away from him in embarrassment. Ice blue eyes, dimple in his left cheek, neatly trimmed hair that curled slightly with his sweat, muscular but not muscle-bound. Tall enough I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye. "Oh Michael, this is my friend Helena. I'd love it if you would show her around for me. Be gentle, it's her first time," she smiles innocently. "Um, you don't have to do this, I'm sure I can find my way around," I say, while I glare daggers at Jill. "Oh I would not turn down an opportunity to spend time with a goddess," he winks, letting me know he knows the origins of my name. I know part of his job is to flirt up the customers and schmooze them into purchasing a membership. It's been a long time since anyone flirted with me, though, so I resign myself to enjoy the attention. Michael walks me around the outer edge of the equipment, explaining each area's focus; weight loss, weight training, stamina, strength. I'm trying to focus on his words, but he's walking not quite a step ahead of me and I'm having a hard time not focusing on his ass. That firm, slightly round, well-defined ass, that melts into his toned thighs. "So, Helena, is there a particular area where you would like to start today?" he asks with what I think may be a mischievous grin. "Let's start at the top and work our way down," I say in what I hope is a casual, flirtatious voice. It's been awhile. "Arms it is, then," he says, and points to one of the machines nearby. He shows me how to sit on the bench correctly, legs apart, then stands behind me. He tells me to put my hands over my head, and grips the bar and pulls down, showing me how to perform the exercise. He is standing very close to my back, his thighs brushing against me. If I leaned back, my head would be resting on his crotch. I have to fight very hard to keep from doing that. I do ten repetitions and let the bar go too fast on the last one, and it hits the top of the machine with aloud "clank". This time my head did brush his crotch as I jumped at the racket. Did I detect a hint of firmness? Hard to tell in just that moment. Michael takes me around to a few other machines, and we talk between stations. He is older than I thought, 36, never married, a bit of a loner. He tells me about some of his world travels and how he longs to return to Italy some day for good. I am having a hard time not losing myself in those blue eyes. Everything he says sounds like music. I am disappointed, but a little relieved too, when Jill comes around the corner. I am having a hard time keeping my hands to myself around Michael. "Ready to shower, Helena?" she asks. I look up at her and see she has worked up quite a sweat. Her nipples are stiff beneath the thin fabric of her top and sports bra. Her appearance pulls me out of my Michael fantasy but steers me right into a Jill in the shower fantasy. I am going to have to get my husband in the mood when I got home that afternoon. Michael extends his right hand for me to shake, I think, but takes my hand to his lips for a kiss instead. "It was my pleasure to be your guide today, and I hope I have that pleasure again very soon," then he bowed and walked away. Jill and I watch in silence as we admire the view of him walking away. "I'd love to get a piece of that," she whispers to me and giggles. "Who wouldn't?" I reply as we head to the shower room. Most of the shower stalls are full when we get to the dressing room. Jill finds an empty stall near the corner. "Oh Helena, we can use this one," she says. I assume she means we will take turns. I sit on the bench in front of the stall and watch her undress. Jill has no modesty. I don't know if she knows how beautiful she is, of if she just doesn't care what other people think. Either way, she exudes an enviable lack of self consciousness. Me, I tend to be a little more inhibited, especially in front of more than one person. When Jill is standing there naked, she turns to me and looks surprised. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asks. I have never showered with another woman, not even in gym class. The thought of being naked, with Jill, that close to her, is really turning me on, though. "Well, I guess it would save some time," I say out loud. I stand and undress quickly, before I can lose my nerve. Jill steps into the shower stall and turns to face me. I step in and we are so close my nipples would have touched hers if they didn't point as low as they do now. Jill lathers up then hands me the body wash. It smells faintly of mint, lavender, and something else. Or is that Jill's scent I am detecting through the bubbles? She washes her body with her hands. I imagine washing her body with my hands. I must have been staring because Jill used her fingers to spray water at my face. "About ready to get out?" she asks. I have this vision of pushing her back against the stall and telling her I am not about ready to get out. That I am not going to get out until I lather up every inch of her body. But she is looking at me with a weird look, so I figure I had best just rinse myself and forget this. "Yep, let's go," I manage to reply. I step out first and grab a towel. There is a woman standing near our bench. "Ah, may I have that stall?" she asks. Then she sees Jill step out. She looks at Jill for a moment, then back to me. "Sorry to interrupt," she says, smiles to herself and walks to another stall. "No telling what she thought about us," Jill grins. I'm thinking to myself if Jill only knew what I was imagining in there a few minutes ago, what might have transpired? I am hoping we might run into Michael on our way out, but he's not around. We leave the gym and stand on the corner to wait for a cab. When one pulls up to the curb I tell Jill to take it, I want to walk the few blocks home. "Might as well keep up this fitness thing while I'm still in the mood," I tell her. She smiles and gives me a kiss on the lips. It is light, like a kiss to the cheek would be, except she kissed my lips instead. We have always been touchers, hugging, holding hands when we talk, that sort of girl-friendy sort of touch. I don't think she's ever kissed my lips until today, though. Maybe I am just noticing because I am feeling aroused. I watch her cab pull away and begin my walk up the street. I am aware of my labia, swollen and aching between my legs. Walking causes the lips to rub together, and I am aware of my clit, swollen, being caressed between my lips. I have to tell myself not to touch my nipples; they are tingling and stiff. I see a coffee shop and duck in. I walk straight back to the ladies room. I shove my hand down the front of my sweats and find my clit. I rub for a minute, maybe two. There's a knock at the door. "Be right out," I manage to get out at the moment I begin to climax. I switch hands so I can use my pussy-flavored finger to stifle my moans. I am completely shocked at my behavior. I pull myself together and open the door. The lady who was waiting gives me a glare, like she knew what I was doing. She pushes by me and I move out of her way. At least now I should be able to make it the few blocks home without embarrassing myself further. I arrive home to an empty apartment. The note on the bar says: Danielle is out with Alex. I'll be back around 7. This means I have a couple of hours to entertain myself. The orgasm in the coffee shop had worn off by now, the self induced ones never hold me long. I step out of my clothes and into my pj's. I don't plan on leaving the apartment again today, so I might as well be comfortable. I sit down at my computer to sort out my email. The usual spam, a few forwards from friends. A new message from Jill: I had such a good time with you at the gym today. Let's do it again! ~Jill. We hadn't really spent any time together at the gym, except in the shower. I answer her back: Me too, when is good for you? Helena How about tomorrow? ~Jill This email arrives less than 3 minutes after I sent mine. I didn't expect a response so quickly. Do you yahoo? she adds. I have no idea what she is talking about. I am trying to decipher this message when the phone rings. It is Jill. "Do you use messenger?" she asks. I feel silly telling her I don't know what she's talking about. "Oh, let me tell you how to set up your instant messenger," she says. She talks me through it and sends me a message: Hey baby! Welcome to the wonderful world of modern communication!" "You know, there are all sorts of fun things you can do on here" she says. "There are a lot of adult chat rooms where you can flirt and play". "Why on earth would I want to write to someone I don't know and flirt?" I ask. It doesn't sound like a lot of fun to me. "Give it a shot. You can practice with me," she says. Oh, what is this? Is she flirting with me, or just playing? "I think it would be easier to flirt with a man, someone I don't know," I say. "Oh," she says. Is that disappointment I detect in her voice? "Well all you have to do is go to one of the chat rooms and introduce yourself," she says. She gets me through that hoop too. I am not prepared for the barrage of "private message" requests that covers my screen. Jill laughs when I ask what to do. "Answer one..see what happens.". I wait a few seconds, a little nervous. I take a deep breath. The first message to catch my eye was this: Goddess Helena, I request the honor to worship at your feet. The sender's name is listed as Mitch. This is the second time today my name has been interpreted. I search my mind for a clever, witty, just not completely stupid reply. Worship? How can I refuse? I ask Jill what she thinks of it. She says it's good, send it. So, I click "send". I feel my heart skip a beat. The waiting is painful. I run through my litany of self doubt and loathing; I am old, I am fat, I am lazy, I am boring, my mind is eroding. The list runs continuously when I am feeling insecure. The more insecure I feel, the louder it runs. May I ask where my Goddess is tonight? appears on my screen. I type back I'm in NYC. Then I panic. I share this with Jill. "Don't worry, it's a big city, you're safe," she says. "Just don't give out your address or phone number". I certainly don't need a stalker. I don't want my husband to find out about this when the cops show up and tell him there's been contact with a serial killer through our home computer. I panic and close the chat window with Mitch, or who ever he is. Jill laughs again and tells me to call it a day if I'm too nervous. then she asks me if I'm up to another trip to the gym tomorrow. I tell her sure, I'll open my membership and she can be my motivation. "I think Michael is your motivation, but whatever!" she laughs. "See you tomorrow, say around 2?" I agree, she tells me to enjoy the rest of my afternoon, then she's gone. I close my eyes and see her pretty breasts, covered in lather, being massaged by Michael's strong hands. I am on my knees in front of her, rubbing her mound, nuzzling her tummy. I know the quickie on the way home is not going to satisfy me today. I am wondering if I should go to the bedroom when I notice a new email. It is from Mitch. How in the hell? My hands are shaking when I open it: Goddess, if I have offended, please accept my sincerest apologies. I certainly am not offended. I am just terrified, is all. My female need to reassure overcomes my terror, though. Or is it curiosity? A need for a little danger? I click the reply tab: You have not offended. I am very new to this. Brand new, if you must know. Please accept my apologies for my abrupt sign off. I sit and stare at this email for awhile. I am pretty certain if I don't reply, I will never hear from Mitch again. But I want to hear from him again. I know it is wrong, but I do. I think about waiting until tomorrow, giving it 24 hours. Before I can decide, I receive another email from him: Your hesitancy, I hope, is temporary. Be assured, I am a man who places honor above all else. I hope to hear from you, but can be satisfied knowing we touched, even briefly. I pull my previous response up and read it again. I decide to send it. I do it quickly, before I can change my mind. It is done now, nothing I can do about it. I sit there and wait for a reply. Perhaps I hesitated too long. I look at the clock and see I had been sitting here much longer than I thought, I don't have much time before Dave will be home. I switch off the computer and go to the kitchen to get started on dinner. I am nervous, excited, certainly horny. I hope my husband's in the mood for some fun when he gets home. Alex arrives a few minutes before I've got dinner ready. I ask her to clear and set the table. "Oh Mom, let me check my email first," she says. She sits down to the computer and begins reading. She asks if I want her to check mine for me. "No!" I say, a little louder and a littler sharper than I intend. I have a momentary panic, thinking she's going to see my correspondence with my new acquaintance. "I don't know why you even have an account, you never use it," she says. I let it go, knowing she will finish faster if I leave her be. I finish dinner, and ask her to set the table, again. I hear her heavy sigh and know she's rolling her eyes at me, but I want to check my email myself before Dave gets home. While Alex is putting out the flatware I open my email, and there's a new message from Mitch. Do I open it with Alex so close? I can't stand to wait, so I open it: Goddess, let me be your guide. I give you my word it will be a pleasurable experience. I await your reply. I'm staring at this message when I hear Dave's keys in the door. I panic and can't find the button to make the email disappear from my screen. I just hit the power button and pray the screen goes black before he's across the floor. He walks up behind me and kisses my neck. The power finally disconnects and the screen goes black. I breath a heavy sigh of relief, which Dave interprets as a response to his kiss on my neck. "That tense after your workout with Jill?" he asks. I laugh, trying to sound natural. I tell him I am going to try to start going a few times a week, and he smiles. He never tells me I can't do anything, but he knows about my short attention span. He asks about fees, and when I tell him I can pay by the month, he's good with that. We settle in to dinner and share the chatter of the day. I try to focus on the conversation, but my mind is focusing on Mitch, and Michael, and Jill. I nod and smile, interject an "um hm" on occasion so it appears I'm listening. I can't wait to get the dinner dishes cleared and get everyone tucked in so I can respond to Mitch. I try my hardest not to rush, but when I take Dave's plate before he's finished his pie, he wants to know my hurry. "I'm just tired, and want to get to bed," I wink at him. He winks back. "I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind doing the dishes," he says to me. Alex starts to protest, but Dave silences her with a promise of a trip to the museum tomorrow. With that handled, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Alex mutters something under her breath about her parents acting like teenagers. Sometimes the girl is right. Dave's hands on my body are warm, soft, familiar. He knows all the places that make me laugh, cry, sing, and scream. Sometimes, he can make me do all of these things at once. Tonight he is sweet, almost tentative. He kisses my face, my ears, my neck. My hands are on his neck, running my fingernails gently along his spine. We can kiss like this for long minutes, sometimes hours. He holds my head in his hands, then runs his hands down my arms and holds on at my elbows. Our legs are scissored together and I can feel him getting hard. I moan into his mouth, my signal I am ready for more. We break our kiss to get undressed. When there's nothing left to get in our way he rolls over on top of me and kisses me some more. I wrap my legs around him and pull him close. He kisses, licks, and nibbles down my neck to my breasts. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks, gently, tickling me with his tongue. I arch my back, involuntarily, and moan loudly. Encouraged, Dave stays with this slow, tantalizing pace. I do everything I can to get more of my nipple in his mouth, but he's not budging. In fact, he let's it fall from hs mouth, then licks a slow line ocross my chest to the other nipple. He kisses it, let's his mustache tickle before he takes it in his mouth. He bites just hard enough to make me gasp, then flicks it with the tip of his tongue. I wrap my legs around him tighter and we kiss. He starts to work his way down my chest, to my belly, and I am suddenly aware of my tummy fat. I am struck by how unsexy it must be. Dave can sense a change in me. "What's the matter babe?" he asks, while he covers my tummy with kisses. I don't know what to say. Why would tonight be any different from any other night he has worshipped at my belly? He has always enjoyed touching me there, and I have always enjoyed his touch there. I tell him it just tickled. But why am I feeling self conscious? I close my eyes and relax, breathe slowly, deeply, enjoy the sensations. Soon I am back in my happy place, my lover making me whole. When he nuzzles my pussy my legs fall apart to him and I let him devour me. He eats pussy like a man who is starving for it. Every lick, suck, nibble choreographed to bring me perfect pleasure. He knows my soft spots so well he can make me come in minutes. Tonight, it's a long, soft, fluttery orgasm he brings with his tongue. Not a screaming, earth shattering climax, but the kind that warms me from the inside. When he slides up my body and enters me, I am still enjoying the gentle spasms. I love how he feels on top of me, inside me. We kiss and look each other in the eye as we rock together. If we never said a word to each other again, it would be okay if we could have this closeness. He waits until my hips start to buck harder before he increases the tempo, and when I cry out he's right there with me, burying his face in my neck and biting to keep from disturbing Alex too much. I laugh, not because it's funny, but because it's such a chivalrous move on behalf of his daughter. I don't know how I deserve this man's heart. When he rolls off me I snuggle up close and close my eyes. I drift off to sleep, forgetting all about Mitch and Michael. My Gym Partner Ch. 01 When I wake up the next morning I roll over to find Dave, but he's already up. I smell coffee, so he's been up for a few minutes, at least. I wrap my robe around my nakedness so Alex won't have a reason to roll her eyes at me first thing this morning and make my way to the kitchen. I hug Dave from behind, nuzzle his ear, and thank him for last night. I'm feeling a little sore. It must be from my workout yesterday. It really has been a long time since I stretched. I fill my mug and sit across from my husband. He's buried in the paper, so I'm left with my thoughts while he reads. I'm wondering if I have any new emails from Mitch. I'm wondering if Michael will be at the gym today. I'm wondering what color panties Jill will be wearing. I'm wondering where all of this is coming from. Is it just middle aged hormome shifts? I can feel my nipples tingling. I reach across the table and tap Dave on the hand, invite him to the shower. He tells me to go ahead, he's got a few phone calls to make before he heads to the office. So much for getting laid before I go to the gym. Michael and Jill had better beware, I think to myself. I hear Alex yell bye, and she's off to school. I won't have to worry about taking too long in the shower or using all the hot water. I love a long hot shower when I'm worked up, and I know it will feel good on my sore muscles, too. I adjust the temperature and step into the stall. The water is amost too hot, but it feels wonderful coursing down my back and legs. I stand there for several minutes and enjoy the sensation, feeling the soreness dull. I stretch my arms over my head and turn to let the spray hit my chest. Tiny needles poking me as the water hits my sensitive nipples. I shiver, even though the water is hot. Now it's time to take the nozzle off the wall and adjust the spray to a steady stream, and lean back against the wall. I spread my thighs so the stream of warm water is pointed directly to my pussy. "Ohhh", I can't help it, it feels so good. I move the nozzle in small circles so it's teasing my swollen clit. I use my free hand to pinch one of my hard nipples. My thighs want to close, but I make myself stay just like I am, until I feel an orgasm ready. I reach behind me and hit the hot water knob, so suddenly only cold water is hitting me. The sudden change in water temperature causes me to breathe in sharply, and that's when I climax. I drop the nozzle and push my hand against me, hard, and enjoy the spasms. That should hold me until I get through my trip to the gym. At least I hope it will. Dave's in the bedroom getting dressed. I lie down on the bed and watch him. He might be a little soft around the edges, otherwise he's the picture of the man I married 15 years ago. I love every part of him but my favorite part of his body, besides the obvious ones, has got to be his calves. He has the most incredible looking legs. Muscled, just the right amount of hair. Masculine without being ridiculous. He senses my stare and turns around. I tell him I'm just enjoying the view and to carry on, I know he has to get to work. He walks over to the bed and gives me a sweet kiss and promises he will be home on time tonight. When Dave is gone and I have the house to myself, I go to the computer. My fingers tremble slightly as I open my email. Four spam messages about my credit report. A forwarded joke from my sister. An email from Mitch: Good Morning Goddess. I smile, and then I'm kicking myself for it. I so should not be excited to be getting email from some anonymous man. It could even be a woman, I remind myself. Still, I am dying to see the words. I open the mail: Have a pleasant day. I hope to hear from you. "That's nice," I think to myself. I start to to reach for the phone to call Jill when I remember I can use my messenger. I open the window and see Jill is online. "Hey Jill, still on for the gym today?" She says yes, and asks if we can go a little early. I reply I am free any time. I am fortunate that my husband supports us so I can "write" for a living/hobby. She asks if I can meet her in an hour. I've already had my shower, so that's totally possible, I tell her. We make plans to meet in front of the gym in an hour. Oh, should I respond to that email? I decide to wait until I get home. I dress in the better looking sweats I own and a new t-shirt. Not as cute as Jill, but certainly a step up from the day before. I put some clean things in a tote bag and head out the door. It won't take me an hour to get there, but I want to get there a little early and pay my membership. Oh, who am I kidding? I am anxious to see if Michael is there. I walk as slow as I can, but I'm still there in under thirty minutes. I pace around outside a few minutes to build up my nerve. I'm not paying attention to where I am walking and walk right into Michael. I stumble back but he grabs my arm so I don't fall down. I look up into those eyes, at that smile with the dimple on just the left side. There is no graceful recovery. "Oh, hey, glad I ran into you," I say. "I am meeting Jill here, she talked me in to joining up." His smile lops to the side as he raises an eyebrow. "So, it was Jill, not me, that got you to join?" he asks. I tell him not to worry, I'll make sure he gets a good word from me. He's about to say something whe I feel an arm around my waist. It's Jill. She gives me a squeeze. stands so close I can smell her hair. Mmm, vanilla. "Trying to get a head start?" she asks with a teasing little wink. I feel my face getting warm as my mind goes with Jill's in a dirty trajectory. Michael doesn't miss the remark. "I don't want to interfere with that," he says. Come see me when you are done and we'll do you..your paperwork." He holds the door for us and we all walk in. Michael turns right and we watch him walk away. I think I've mentioned already he has an amazing ass. Speaking of amazing asses, Jill's is right up there. She's in white yoga pants and a red tank top today. The pants hug her cheeks and I can almost make out the pattern on her panties. It looks like thumb print sized red hearts. If she's gonna let her undies show, at least she matches. Her red tank top dips low in the front, her cleavage on view. I feel myself getting turned on by her and again I'm turning red. We find a couple of bikes open next to eachother and set the timers. We chat until we pick up speed, and finish our time in silence. I glance over and watch her breasts as they sway and bounce along. I think the sweat underneath them would be so good on my tongue. I think she saw me staring, but if she did, she didn't say anything. Jill is familiar with the routine, so I follow her around the machines. I remember how to use most of them, but I have trouble on the last one. I'm sitting on the bench struggling when I feel hands cover mine. I recognize Michael by his scent. Oh, how does that happen so fast? "Arms go this way," he says, and guides me through the first few reps. He lets go to let me finish on my own, but he doesn't back up. I can sense him standing so close. Again, I am struggling to not lean my head back into him. I go slowly so he will stand there longer. I don't drop the bar this time. He leans forward ever so slightly and I feel his thighs graze my shoulders, and I I shiver involuntarily. Bless him, he lets that go. Jill walks up just as Michael is stepping back. "Hey, what's going on here?" she asks, with a teasing look on her face. Before I can stammer something stupid Michael tells Jill he's just making sure I put in a good word for him at the front desk today. Jill laughs out loud. "Oh, I don't think you've got any worries there, doll. She already told me she thinks you have a great ass." No quick comeback; oh why oh why am I only clever when I'm alone? "So much for secrets among friends," I mutter under my breath. Michael laughs, oh, that musical laugh. "You ladies go get cleaned up and come by my corner before you go," he says, and he's gone. Unfortunately, there are several empty shower stalls today. Jill and I choose adjoining stalls and start to undress. Jill is her usual uninhibited self and strips down quickly. I'm a little slower, but it may be because I'm slowed down by watching her. When she's completely naked she bends over to pick up her clothes. That amazing ass is just inches from my face. I want to touch her so badly I'm afraid I may just do it. I'm relieved when she stands up and walks into the stall. I finish undressing quickly, get in my stall and turn on the water. Cold at first, makes my nipples even harder than they were already. When the warm water blends in it feels good. I pour out some body wash, that minty, lavender scent, and rub it into my arms, down my chest, under my breasts. I think I can hear Jill humming in the next stall. I close my eyes and imagine her rubbing herself in the next stall. Pinching her nipples, hands snaking down her abdomen to that perfectly trimmed blond pussy. Humming as she rubs herself. "Hey Helena," I hear over the shower. "Got any extra soap over there?" I grab the bottle from the shelf and reach my arm outside my stall to hand it to her. She leans out far enough I can see one of her nipples, since that is where I look first. Did she notice? Don't all girls notice when someone looks at their breasts? I duck back into my own stall to finish rinsing. I feel between my legs and find my clit swollen and sensitive. It only taks a few fast, furious strokes to bring me to climax. That should hold me off Michael, anyway. Jill steps out just a few minutes after me, looking a little flushed in the face. I wonder if it was the water temperature or if she was doing what I was doing. We get dressed in silence. I sneak a couple of glances at those gorgeous breasts before she has them covered. Her nipples are still semi-hard from the shower and make slight bulges in her shirt. Low beams, I think to myself and smile. "You must be thinking about Michael," Jill teases. I accuse her of having as big a crush on him as I do. "That might be true" she says, "but he's paid more attention to you these last two days than he has me since he got here. I think he may really have a thing for you." I laugh out loud. "Yes, the middle-aged mom with saggy boobs turned his head". Jill shook her head and smiled at me. "You really don't think you are attractive Helena? Dave thinks you are a queen, and I think you're pretty hot, too." What was that? She went on about intelligence and sense of humor, something like that. I couldn't get past her saying she though I was hot. Pretty hot, so not totally. But hot. Oh, wow. "I wasn't digging for compliments, really," I tell her. She smiled at me. "I know, sweetie, I just don't think you should sell yourself short, that's all" she says. She grabs my hand and pulls me in close for a hug. I take a deep breath so I can inhale her. I love feeling her pressed against me like this. I don't want to be the one to break the embrace. I'm beginning to think maybe she doesn't either. Another kiss, this time on the cheek, and she steps back. "Let's go get you registered, then" she says, and we walk off toward Michael's corner. Michael is sitting behind a minimalist desk, not more than a table, really. He's in black shorts and a gym t-shirt. He's a little formal while we're doing the business transaction. He nods his head to the right, denoting someone nearby listening. I catch his signal and we complete the necessary paperwork. "That ought to do it," he says as he stands and extends his hand in a very business-like manner. "Let me walk you ladies to the door," he says. He puts his hand on my back to direct us toward the door. He didn't have to do that, I know where the door is. Still, I like the way his hand feels there, right above my ass. His touch is brief, though. He takes his hand off my back and steps in front of Jill and me to open the door for us. "See you ladies soon, I hope," he winks as he says this, then turns and walks back inside. Jill is grinning ear to ear when I look at her. "I told you he likes you!" she says. I have no idea why she would say this. She tells me she noticed his hand on my ass. "It was my back!" I say, a little too forcefully. It might have been true, but the tone of my voice said I wouldn't have minded if it was on my ass instead. "Oh Helena, it's fine to flirt!" she tells me. "It might even be good for you, you never know," she says. "Really, how could flirting with a single, handsome man be good for me?" I wonder. Dave would probably be fine with it. He's so reasonable. I know he's a bit of a flirt himself, but I trust him completely. It isn't just blind trust, either. Dave and Jill were an item before he and I got together. They had only gone out a few times, but he still asked her if it was okay before he even raised an eyebrow my way. That's just the kind of guy he is. I wonder what he would think of me wanting to touch and taste her in the same ways I know he has done already? Would he be turned on? Or would it just be awkward? I think it would be easier to discuss with him than my crush on Michael. I know he would question my choice to take up working out if he knew. I can't help but feel a little guilty. Jill breaks me out of these thoughts by asking if I want to join her for lunch. I've got a bowl of fruit at home getting ready to make a salad. "Come home with me instead," I tell her. Dave's taking Alex to the museum after school, so I'll be alone until at least 5pm. I could use the company." We walk the blocks in comfortable silence, arm in arm. I get a little warm when we walk by the coffee shop from yesterday. Jill's breast rubs my arm, bounces slightly as we walk. I find myself just as turned on today. When we get to my building the elevator is waiting open, a few people already inside. We step inside and the doors close. I instinctively put my arm back through hers and she doesn't resist. In fact, she squeezes my arm close. I'm afraid if I look over at her I'll not be able to keep from kissing her. It seems to take forever to get to my floor. I think we stopped on every floor on the way. My Gym Partner Ch. 02 When we get to my building the elevator is waiting open, a few people already inside. We step inside and the doors close. I instinctively put my arm back through hers and she doesn't resist. In fact, she squeezes my arm close. I'm afraid if I look over at her I'll not be able to keep from kissing her. It seems to take forever to get to my floor. I think we stopped on every floor on the way. Jill and I disentangle our arms so I can dig out the keys from my oversized bag. She walks in front of me and tosses her bag on the sofa before settling on one of the bar stools that faces the kitchen. The sun shines on just that spot, so she's illuminated from the side. It almost looks like she's wearing half a halo around her pretty blond curls. There's nothing angelic about the thoughts running around in my mind, chasing after her, though. I'd better get my attention back to the task at hand. I don't want to end my day with a trip to the ER. How did this happen? Well, I was cutting up fruit and thinking about what I could do with it that would make it taste even better like eating a big juicy berry out of my friend's navel, licking sweet sticky juice off her skin, and the next thing I knew, I was bleeding. If Jill accompanied me to the hospital, the doctor wouldn't be able to help but understand. "So, have you heard anything more from your new friend, what was his name?" Jill asks. She is picking at the blueberries in the bowl I had put out for out salad. The dark blue juice stains her fingertips, and as she sucks it off I feel a twinge in my belly. I look down at the pineapple I'm cutting, paying special attention to the sharp brown ends to avoid tossing them in with the fruit. "Oh, there was an email this morning, but I haven't answered," I try to answer nonchalantly as she poses the question. I know Jill won't miss the hit of excitement in my voice. That's what best friends are for; to read between the lines and find the good stuff. Jill never misses a thing. "You're still worried about Dave, aren't you?" she asks. "Have you considered telling him? It might lead to some heat where you least expect it," she smiles slyly as she says this, almost like she knows something I don't. I laugh out loud. "Oh, hey honey, guess what I did today? I had a little email exchange with a complete stranger and now I am so hot for you I can't stand it! Get naked and get over here right now!" "What's the difference than say, having a little flirtatious encounter with a stranger on the subway? Or a knowing smile shared with a stranger when you both admire a sexy guy walk by? Just because it was online flirting doesn't make it any worse, does it? Do you really think Dave doesn't flirt with strangers? " she asks. She is most certainly right about Dave. He never crosses any lines, but he usually has some playful jab for Jill when she was around, and they occasionally share a short embrace, even a kiss with me standing right there. It never bothers me; they are so out in the open with any affection it is impossible to imagine them sneaking around for more. Yet here I am, contemplating much more than a kiss between friends. Is it all that different that it is a woman instead of a man? But wasn't I having those very same thoughts about Michael, too? And Mitch, my anonymous email man? "You make it sound so normal, justifiable, Jill," I answer. I set the bowl between us and hand her a fork. We eat in silence for a few moments while I consider Jill's opinion. Maybe brought up at the right time, in the right way, it could lead to that heat Jill mentioned. If I told Dave how much it turned me on to be so close to Michael while he showed me what to do, then how my shower with Jill had warmed me up even more, how would he react? Yeah, maybe I could mention that to Jill too, and see where that went. "I'm not trying to cause trouble for you and Dave, I'm just saying sometimes a little teasing can lead to good things," she put her hand on my knee when she said this. I sit here for a moment, just enjoying her simple touch. Is she giving me some friendly reassurance, or is she inviting me to tease her back? It's hard to tell, with all of my emotions in overdrive. The last two days with her have me thinking things I never would have guessed would turn me on before. My nipples tingled and my thighs ached. That could be from the work outs, but I know better. I am having incredibly lascivious thoughts about my beautiful friend, here in my kitchen, over the remnants of lunch. I feel like I'm back in junior high all over again, pining for the quarterback of the football team, only this time, I want the pretty head cheerleader instead. Jill keeps her hand on my knee until I stand to clear our bowls. I hand her a bottle of water and motion to the sofa. "Sit and enjoy the sun with me for a little while, before Dave and Alex get home?" I ask, hoping she will agree. I want to keep her talking, see if she is feeling what I am, or if I am just projecting my new found interest in her direction because she is close. I didn't have any plans to make a move on her; I would never be so brazen. I do, however, want to be near her. I hope she feels the same way, right or wrong. The sunlight plays on her features and gives her a glow. There is a lot of room on the big sofa, but we gravitate to one end and sit close enough for our thighs to touch lightly. Jill puts a her hand on my knee and leans her head on my shoulder. I can smell her hair so close to me, tickling my nose with a few errant strands. I may not feel brave enough to make my desires known, but I am feeling brave enough to ask a few less pointed questions. "You don't have to answer, and maybe it's none of my business, but have you ever, you know, been with, a woman?" I ask, doing my best to sound nonchalant, like this is a question I ask all my friends. Jill raises her head off my shoulder, and for a moment I think I've gone too far. But she smiles and rubs my thigh softly. I look down at her hand, and fight the urge to put mine over it, squeeze her fingers, pull them to my lips. But I want to hear what she says more than I am ready to make a move like that. If it is something she has already experienced, maybe if I asked her to be my first, she would. Unless the whole thing about Dave would make her uncomfortable. I think it might be awkward enough without knowing they had been intimate. "You know I'll share anything with you, Helena. You're my best friend," she smiles as she turns her body to face me. "I've been with a few women, though I don't think I'm a lesbian, or even really bi. I just like the feel of a woman sometimes, they are softer, gentler, more in tune with me, I think," she says, like we are talking about nothing more intimate than the weather. "What about you Helena?" she asks. "Have you ever made love to a woman?" That is Jill, never afraid to ask or say what was on her mind. It had taken me two days to work up the nerve to ask her what she just asked me. I haven't been with more men than I could count on one hand, and have certainly never been with a woman. I hadn't even really thought about it until yesterday in the shower. But something made me start thinking about Jill in a different way, wanting to touch and taste her in ways I never thought I would want to do. Was it the atmosphere of the gym wreaking havoc on my sensibilities? Between Jill and Michael, I am feeling all sorts of things I'd never felt before. Dave is my all, my better half, my solid rock. Yet there is something hot, wild, very unlike me driving me to want to explore more. "No, I've never been that brave, I guess, to approach a woman. I've never even been that comfortable approaching a man. Dave's the one with moves here," I laugh, thinking Jill already knew all of Dave's moves, at least the ones he had used on her, before me. I've never felt any jealousy over Jill and Dave having been an item, and it didn't feel exactly like that now. It is more a sense that I want what he has already experienced with her. Or maybe it is just my middle aged hormones running amok. Whatever it is, it has me wanting to touch her and kiss her and do all sorts of things to her I had never imagined before. I think I am actually more jealous of the women she has been with than Dave at the moment. I want to experience her like those other women had. Would she think I was crazy if I admitted that to her? "Would you like to, sometime, do you think?" Jill asks, her expression not changing, just asking a question in her usual frank way? Or was she offering? "I don't know what Dave would think," I answer, her after running the possibility of making love to her through my mind. Again. I have already thought about it a few times in the last couple of days. I wonder if now is the time to share. I don't want to risk my friendship with Jill anymore than I want to risk breaking Dave's trust. I'm not 100% sure how either of them would respond. I think it might be better to start with Dave. That didn't mean I couldn't ask her some more questions, or that I couldn't snuggle up a little closer to her while she talks. Her scent beckoned me, come on, just a sniff, that's not going to hurt anyone. I did lean a little nearer and breathe in slowly. I hope she didn't notice, or at least didn't take offense. "When was the last time you were, um, well, intimate, with another woman?" I ask tentatively. "It's been oh, six, seven months ago," she answers, her voice as even as if we were discussing recipes or something else as mundane. "I suppose you wouldn't mind a few more details?" she smiled and licked her lips lightly. Oh, now that was uncalled for! I think she is beginning to enjoy the tease. She sat back on the sofa and let her knees fall slightly apart. I glance down and can almost make out the line of her panties under her yoga pants. Those pants were just made for her firm thighs and slightly puffy mound I can almost see outlined in the stretchy fabric. She rests one hand on her tummy and rubs in slow circles as she talks. Her light pink fingernails scratch the smooth fabric and mahe a soft "shh" sound that makes her voice sound softer, farther away. "I was out with a few friends, the only reason you weren't there was because Alex had some school function that night," she starts. I don't think you know Kat; she's one of my old friends from work. She quit when she got pregnant, and I hadn't seen her since she had the baby. She's still got a bit of a tummy, and as you can imagine, her breasts are just beautiful right now, all round and heavy looking. Kind of like yours looked when you were nursing Alex. I never told you, but I sure wanted to taste you when they were full like that. You were the hottest pregnant woman I've ever seen, by the way," she adds. "Anyway, it was just us girls, drinking a little too much, dancing together, laughing, being a little touchy feely with each other. It was summer and we were all dressed a little scantily; hands landed on bare skin, fingers toyed with nipples, hips moved together to the music. Kat was flirting with all of us, but when she turned to me, I could feel she wanted more than just flirting. She rubbed the front of her body against me and I could feel her big nipples against my chest, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to suck on those nipples, Helena. I couldn't stop thinking about them all big and hard, dripping milk, tempting me. When Kat asked if I wanted to share a cab home with her, I practically ran out of the bar, dragging her behind me. We were making out right there on the street while we waited for a cab. I pinched her nipples and felt them grow warm and wet in my fingers. She was leaking, right there in the street, not caring who saw. When the cab finally pulled up I threw a handful of bills in the direction of the driver and told him to drive slowly to Kat's address. Then, I turned to Kat and pulled her shirt up to expose her gorgeous tits. I licked the wetness from the areola first, then wrapped my lips around one of those big juicy nipples and started sucking. At first I wasn't sure I was getting anything, then she let down and my mouth was full of her warm milk. That made me orgasm right there, without even being touched. By the time we got to her place, I was soaked. Her milk was running down my neck, my pussy juice was flowing. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life." I try not to look shocked. This was a side I had never expected from my friend. Not so much that she had been with a woman, but that she had shared such an intimate moment, and the description, with me. If I was turned on before she told that story, I was practically salivating for her now. Her nipples are erect against her thin t-shirt, all but calling to me, begging me to reach out and touch them. I am so aroused I barely hear the door, keys rattling, faint voices. Dave and Alex are home. Is it really 5pm already? Damnit! This was just getting good! I stand up, suddenly afraid of being caught. Caught doing what? Sitting, talking with my best friend? Nothing suspicious about that, is there? My flushed face and slight breathlessness are going to give me away if I don't relax, I think to myself. Dave walks over and gives me a hug and a kiss, says hello to Jill. Alex disappears into her room before she has to spend one more moment with the adults. No one seems to notice my slight discomfort, and I am relieved to not have to answer any questions about my rosy glow. "I'm taking the day off tomorrow, from the gym, so if you go, you're on your own," Jill says as she stands and heads for the door. "You two have a good evening," she adds with a grin in my direction. With that, she's gone, taking a little bit of heat with her, but leaving plenty for me to think about. Dave walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulls me close, nuzzles me behind the ear, where he knows I love to be touched. "So, what did you girls talk about over lunch?" he asks, running his hands down my hips. "Oh, just girl stuff, you know," I answer, thinking better of telling him the topic of conversation just yet. "Mmm, girl stuff, my favorite kind of stuff," he whispers in my ear, using his tongue to trace soft circles against my earlobe before gently sucking it into his mouth. I'm already warm, and now, I feel the wetness between my lips, the ache in my belly. I moan softly, push back against Dave's growing hardness with my ass. All of the stimulation from the past 48 hours has me ready to go. I want it hot and hard and loud. Alex will simply have to turn up her headphones for awhile. There are worse things for a kid to hear her parents doing. "I think you said something about being home on time tonight? Well, let's use that time wisely," I turn to him and say as I grab him around the waist and pull him to me. So I've been flirting, not exactly fooling around, but certainly getting myself worked up. Now, my husband is going to reap the rewards. After all, he deserves it more than anyone. Maybe Jill is right, I think to myself as I lead my husband to our bedroom. Dave is the only man I've been with who insisted on leaving the lights on. The first time we made love, he spent the better part of an hour simply kissing me, from my head, to my toes, back up again, and all around. By the time he had touched every inch of me, I was in a place I'd never been before. Since that time, I've always made sure light was a part of our space. Our bedroom windows have soft, gauzy curtains that allow the sun to illuminate our big bed until the last rays are all but vanished from the sky. Dave likes the early morning light, but I prefer encroaching dusk. Now is my time; I feel softer, less defined, but so very awake. "Let me," he says as he pulls me close enough to undress me. He starts with my t-shirt, slides his hands under the fabric, encourages me to raise my arms to allow the shirt to follow his command. His fingertips brush softly against my ribs, then the satiny material of my bra, before lifting the garment off my body. He doesn't hesitate to reach behind me and free the clasp on my bra, moving quickly, deftly, the cups release my breasts from their hold. My nipples harden instantly in the air, at the anticipation of his touch. "Simply delicious," he whispers as he lowers his head to my chest and buries his face in the warm space between, kisses up my neck, to my ears. I reach for the hem of his shirt, starting to feel that sense of urgency I always feel at his touch. My hands glide over his ribs, wrap around his shoulders for a moment before easing his shirt over his head. His hair, a little thin on top, but still soft, cut boyishly long. falls around his face as the shirt gives way, reminds me of the first time we undressed each other. He will always be that Dave to me, I know. We stand close, embrace, he kisses my head, I feel his breath in my hair. I want him with every cell in my body. I positively ache for his weight on me. His cock in me. His lips taking the breath from me. The bed is just a few steps away. I take a step back, causing our embrace to loosen, but giving him the message that I'm ready for more. I feel him stand his ground, for a moment, and I know he is toying with the idea of teasing me, making me wait. I take advantage of his hesitancy and put my hand over the bulge in his pants, rub at first, then grip. "You know you want it as much as I do, Dave," I say, smiling. "Come get it." I take another step back, feel the bed against me calf, lean back, fall onto the bed. My sweats are still on, but bunching lower on my hips, so when he reaches down to pull them off, they give easily. He takes my panties with them, leaves me naked and exposed. Just exactly the way I want to be at the moment. I watch as he lets his pants fall to the floor, think about scolding him for leaving them there, then decide against it. I don't want any delay. At least, I think I don't want one. Dave changes my mind. Quickly. "Not so fast," he teases. " I want a taste first." He kneels between my thighs and kisses all around my pussy, but not exactly where I want. He nibbles at the soft skin of my inner thighs, I feel the sharp pull and cry out, but he just keeps tasting. I want to reach for his head and put his mouth over my clit, say here, that's what you need to be biting, but I know anything I do will just make him taunt me more. I moan loudly, bite the corner of a pillow, force myself to keep from squeezing my thighs around his head so tightly he can't breathe. I need him breathing. When his tongue does finally meet that swollen bud, I can't control my thighs. Dave has to grab me and push against me to keep me from suffocating him. but he's man enough and then some for the job. He lets his tongue trace slow circles around my clit, lets the tip dip in and be embraced by my slick walls. The tip of his nose rubs against the split of my outer lips, where the soft hair curls in the dampness of my juices, all there because of him, and maybe started by some other thoughts. Jill's face, her hot body, are responsible for some of this heat. I think about telling Dave, and that's when I feel the edge disappearing. I'm going to come and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Dave knows my signals, and instead of increasing the pace, or pressure, he stops. "Oh fuck, oh god, please baby oh please..." I can't tell for sure if these are the words I'm saying, but they are the words screaming in my brain. "Don't leave me here!" That's when he pushed me back so my feet were off the floor, leaving him room to lie over me, push my thighs apart, enter me fully, completely with one hard stroke. "I'm never gonna leave you babe," he says as he thrusts into me again, finds that hard rhythm I crave. Groans, unintelligible cries, curses are flying. I look up and see Dave's face, that half smile, half grimace of satisfaction on his face. The look that lets me know he is not just fucking my body, he is reclaiming my soul, my heart, asserting his ownership. Yes, he owns me. Right now, more than any other moment before. Until the next time. But this time is all that matters right now. This time with him. My Gym Partner Ch. 02 My climax, so close before he entered me, was here. I reach up and grab his shoulders, pull him closer only to push him away. I can't breathe but I can't stand his body not on top of mine. When my clit gives in and nestles against his groin, I wrap my legs around him and feel him pulling my body up with his, sure the bed frame is going to give under the pressure. When he wraps his arms around me, pulls me impossibly close, groans into my shoulder, we scream together. I want to pull all of him into me and never let go. This is the moment I want him more than anything, more than air, food, life. It's all just him.