Striking her most alluring pose, Gwen threw open the door, standing completely naked in the doorway to her apartment. Whether Steve or Green Eyes, he just became a very lucky, and very happy man.
"Hi, would you like to buy a-Holy crap!" the teen in a Boy Scouts uniform shouted, his eyes bugging out.
"Aw shit!" Gwen hissed and slammed the door. Just once, she thought. Just once...
Gwen paced her living room, rubbing her finger over her lip frenetically. Every second or third pace she'd stop and look through the peep hole to make certain the boy hadn't returned with police or his angry parents. Every other time she looked through the peep hole she would jab it with her finger and growl, "See how easy? Couldn't do that before you opened the door?" and then return to pacing.
After nearly an hour of pacing, Gwen's nerves had settled a little bit and she thought briefly about taking a shower before it occurred to her that she had been ignoring her plans to start running every other day. She picked out a cute pair of red shorts and a white tank top with the number "16" on the chest in red block numerals. Putting her auburn hair in a ponytail, Gwen left her apartment and started for the street.
Standing on the lawn in front of his duplex was Steve, dressed in forest green shorts and a big t-shirt with a colorful logo. He was wearing running shoes and white socks, and he was stretching. Gwen stood and watched him, liking what she saw as the thickly built and heavily muscled man slowly stretched out his legs. His thinning brown hair was cut short and emphasized his not un-handsome baby face, and his bare arms and legs were covered with thick but soft brown hair.
Gwen felt a longing deep inside, and clasped her hands together at her chest and sat down on the grass. She wasn't horny, Gwen realized. She had masturbated herself silly, been eaten by Ronnie to her heart's content, and even though the result wasn't great, she'd had a rocking good time under Frank, all just a few hours before. Gwen didn't want to fuck Steve, at least not at that moment.
Gwen couldn't deny the longing she felt for him. She wanted to be near him, to hear his voice, to touch his hand. Crossing her legs under her, Gwen put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her hands, staring across the street. Shocked and amazed, Gwen came to recognize her true feelings for Steve. Yup, she thought, Gwen's got a boyfriend. Now all she needed was for him to want her for a girlfriend.
Spotting her sitting cross-legged on her lawn, Steve stood and stretched his back, his smile visible from across the street. He walked over slowly, and he stood a few feet in front of her, smiling down.
"Good morning," Steve said quietly. "You look like you're about to go for a run. You want some company?"
Gazing up at him, her smile as big as his, Gwen tried hard to ignore the fact that she could see right up the legs of his shorts. She saw the bundle held by white cotton, and she noticed it moving. She thought about Frank, and the way his cock and balls had moved when he was getting excited, and she wondered if she was having that effect on Steve.
"I've only run once before," she said, straining to speak above a whisper, her girlish voice quiet, almost shy. "I'd just slow you down."
Steve reached down with a massive hand and helped Gwen to her feet. "Let's take it slow and see how far we can go." Gwen shivered, wondering if he was only talking about jogging.
They started slowly, just faster than a fast walk, and before she knew it they had reached the park where she had collapsed before. She was tired, and her legs ached, but she wasn't ready to quit.
"Let's stop here to catch our breath." Gwen sat on the grass and watched Steve sit down in front of her. He was being kind, she thought as she panted, conscious of the sweat that soaked her tank. He wasn't out of breath, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Did you have fun last night?" Steve asked, and Gwen found herself blushing. Sure, she thought. I did a threesome for the first time, made out for real with a girl, and let her eat my pussy. I fucked a stranger and he came inside me.
"No, it was pretty boring."
"You know, if you're really interested in getting in shape, I could help you out at the gym." He was acting innocent, but Gwen didn't miss the appreciative and appraising way his eyes passed over her body.
"I'm afraid you'd just wear me out." After a second Gwen put her fingers to her lips and she stifled a giggle. "That's not what I meant."
Steve laughed and said, "You know, given any opportunity, I'd be happy to try." After a few moments of silence, as they gazed into each other's eyes, Steve cleared his throat.
"What you said to me last night, well, it really got to me. I don't know how long I'll be here, since I'll probably be transferred back to L.A. when my job is through. I thought about how you said it would be unfair to string me along, to start a relationship that's doomed to failure, and how we'd both get hurt by that."
"I can't promise you a real relationship Gwen, but I can tell you that right now, and ever since I met you, I've wanted nothing more than to hold you and make love with you. I have real feelings for you, but I can't make promises."
Gwen felt her heart crushed in her chest and she lost her smile. Without noticing it, she'd begin to chew on the inside of her lower lip. "I appreciate your honesty." When he started to speak she waved him silent.
"I have feelings for you too, Steve. I've wanted you too, to hold me, to make love to me, but I can't live with the feeling that you'd become that important to me and then go away." Gwen saw the pain on his face, the sadness in his soft brown eyes.
"Come on, let's finish the run. If you're a good boy I'll let you buy me lunch. I'm starving!"
They stood up and brushed the detritus of the lawn from themselves, and set out to continue their run without speaking. They ran together, side by side, and while her nearness to him, their newfound shared intimacy that had nothing to do with physicality, made her happy, the thought that she had hurt him burrowed painfully into Gwen's heart.
They reached one of the small clusters of local businesses and slowed to a walk just as Gwen felt a stitch begin to form in her side. Gwen, out of breath, pointed at the colorfully painted picture window of one of the shops, and the two entered Sonny's.
Sonny's was a typical storefront diner. Booths ran down one wall and sat beneath the front window, while the other wall was taken up by a long counter with stools for seating. The ghosts of breakfasts past haunted the room, and Steve wondered if he would taste those meals if he licked the wall.
They sat in one of the booths, laughing when Gwen's bare thighs stuck fast to the vinyl seat. Gwen felt affection fill her when Steve set aside the plastic covered single sheet that was the menu and declared he would order the "Lumberjack". What a stupid thing to get all swoony about, she chided herself.
The waitress came and Gwen was about to send her away, when Steve interrupted her. "I'll have the 'Lumberjack' with sunny side up, white toast, and tomato juice. The lady will have the two-egg omelet, Swiss cheese, and what?"
Staring at him wide-eyed, Gwen said, "Orange juice."
