Mads woke up in the unlikeliest of all places to her; a man's bed. The couch wasn't their only encounter of the evening. After York jerked himself off onto her back, he did his school work and went to his room. Mads followed him and because it was a rally erection, this session of sex was much longer and satisfying for her. It was strange to her how good it felt for her pussy to throb.
Mads woke up on her stomach, moving her short hair out of her face and then rolling to her back. Groaning a little, she stretched and rubbed her aching core through her pelvis. Harder and faster might not have been the best things to say last night. Her hips hurt too from York holding her open and pounding down into her. She felt her stomach was still sticky from his pull out at the last second. He very nearly didn't make it out in time, the first spurt impacting just above her clit. He had to pull away because she was gripping his ass so hard she almost accidently kept him pulled inside of her.
York was still sleeping next to her, laying on his side facing her. She tried to find the right word to describe the emotion she had when she looked at him. It wasn't love. She knew what that felt like. It was something closer to trust and friendship. Perhaps it was a version of lust.
Not willing to stay in bed all day because it was Saturday, and for Mads that meant fixing her car finally.
Leaving his room, Mads went to shower to wash the cum off her body, and was surprised she managed to get in and out before he woke up and joined her. Getting dressed she stepped out of her room and peaked into York's bedroom and saw him still asleep. Leaving him be she left the apartment quietly and drove to the engineering portion of the school.
The engineering wing also partially operated as a mechanical trades school, which Mads was already a graduate from, and they still let her freely use the equipment. If biologist didn't pan out, she was already a hell of a mechanic. This all came from her father who taught her how to fix things. She liked to call him when she worked. Putting in a headset she called her father, Maxwell Somerton.
It rang three times, but he almost always answered, or called back shortly afterwards.
"Hey Mad Dog," her father said.
"Hey dad, you'll be happy to know I'm in the garage today," Mads said, raising her car up on a lift.
"What you got today?"
"My power steering is starting to fight me a little, and I like turning and everything. I really hope it's just fluid and not the pump," Mads said, finishing the lift and walking under her car to check it out.
"Could be a real shitty day and be the rack and pinion assembly," he said and Mads begged him to not joke about that.
"I don't have parts on hand to fix that, I'd have to order it."
"So what?"
"The so what dad, even minus labor I'm out a few hundred to a grand," Mads replied looking at her power steering and seeing her return hose was starting to crack and was leaking. "It's the hose."
"Return or high pressure?"
"Pressure. I don't have a new hose, but I have some sealant to tide me by until I get the hose in," I say and walk to the locker to grab some sealant.
"You coming for Thanksgiving?" Her father asked.
"Should be."
"You bringing someone? Got a new girlfriend since you broke up with Sheila?"
"I'll be going stag," Mads said, then thought about York. He always saw his family anyway. "No new girls, but I have been very unlike myself recently."
"How so?"
"I'll tell you at Thanksgiving. I just wanted to check in. Love you," Mads said, and they both hung up.
"No breakfast?" Mads heard York say from the garage door.
"Stalker?" Mads asked with a giggle.
"Not really when we're both fairly entrenched in our routines. When you're done, you should stop by my gym. It's a beginner cross fit session."
"Do I look like a cross fitter to you?" Mads asked. Slightly pudgy but more athletic than she'd give herself credit for. A great softball player, but she hadn't played since she was an undergrad.
"No, but until yesterday you didn't look straight either," York said, Mads blushing a little and laughing.
"I'll think about it," Mads said, to play a little harder to get, but already fully committing to going. She went back to the apartment to quickly change into something a little more work out appropriate and went to the gym where York was a part time instructor on the weekends.
Most of the clients were already in the gym stretching. It wasn't a normal gym, but a fully committed cross fit gym with the battle cage to one side and several towers of barbell bumper weights behind it organized by weight. In neat organized rows were boxes for box jumps, kettle bells, dumbbells, and benches.
York was reading off a sheet of paper and righting the information on a white board in larger print. Mostly an upper body exercise by the looks of it. Burpess, push ups, and pull ups were already on the board.
"You know I can't do a pull up right?" Mads asked.
"You'll get a band assist," York said, and turned his head. "You sure about this?"
"Not the craziest thing I've done this week," Mads said.
York had everyone start with light cardio movements before moving into the bulk of the exercises. A few times he had to stop and demonstrate, or correct form, but the pace of the group was maintained well. As advertised, Mads could not do a pull up, but York provided her a band to assist, allowing her to struggle up but feel accomplished.
Everyone left after the workout was complete, York informing Mads he had about an hour to get ready for the intermediate exercise and after that the advanced. Mads was destroyed from the beginners.
"That was humbling," Mads said, sitting on a box she moved over to sit on.
