I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock.
"3:48?" I muttered in disgust.
I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at. I dropped my head back into my hands, content to simply waste away the final ten minutes. I was so wrapped up in my own boredom, I didn't even notice the sound of the door opening.
"Damon?"
I almost jumped as the voice spoke my name. I quickly raised my head to see where it had come from and, to my delight, I laid my eyes upon the most attractive girl I had ever known.
"Sonya!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a member here now," she stated, smiling exuberantly. "I joined last week."
"Really?" I asked. I haven't seen you, and I've been working almost every day."
"Well, I guess I haven't been coming enough then."
I was about to make a dirty joke but I held my tongue.
"Geez, How long has it been?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
I pondered the question for a moment before answering.
"About two years I guess."
Sonya placed a hand on my arm and looked straight into my eyes.
"It's been way too long" she said with a smile. "I almost forgot how cute you were."
I smiled back but couldn't think of anything to say. Sonya had always made me nervous, and after two years, nothing had changed. Back in college I had wanted her so bad but I never made a move, firmly believing that she was way out of my league.
"So," she continued. "You're a trainer now?"
"Just during the summers," I responded, still a little thrown off by her previous comment. "I'm actually starting med school in the fall."
"Wow", Sonya exclaimed. "Look at you!"
I smiled again, cursing myself for not coming up with something witty to say.
"Well, Dr. Damon," she joked. "I'm going to have to sign up for a few training sessions with you. I'm so out of shape right now."
I furrowed my brow in disbelief as I gazed at Sonya's flawless body. She had always had issues with her looks even though she was as close to perfect as any woman could ever get. As she stood before me she was dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts and matching top that exposed her impossibly tight stomach. She was tanned to perfection as always, and her hair was even more perfect than I remembered, shimmering and silky, although it was a lighter shade than before.
"Absolutely", I answered, trying not to stare too hard. "I'm off now, but you can make an appointment with Stacey before you leave today."
"Great", she said with a wide smile. "I guess I'll see you soon."
I said goodbye as Sonya turned and headed into the gym. As she began to walk away, my eyes drifted down to her ass, which was and always had been, Sonya's best attribute.
"Oh, Damon?" she said, suddenly turning back and catching me in the act of checking out her ass.
"Y..Yeah?" I stammered, a little embarrassed.
She gave me a sly look and sauntered back towards me.
"You don't make house calls do you?"
"Well, not usually, but..."
"Well then how about drinks then? My place? Tonight?"
"Uh..Yes! Sure. Absolutely."
"Good," she purred.
She then grabbed my hand and scribbled down an address on my hand. I was trying not to shake with anticipation at her touch.
"There," she said. "Be there at about eight. okay?"
I nodded in agreement. I was trying to remain calm on the outside even though I was going crazy on the inside. I bit my lip and watched Sonya walk away again. She looked back over shoulder catching me again, but we both just smiled.
I hurried home and jumped in the shower. I couldn't believe it. After years of jerking off to the thought of fucking Sonya all through college, I was actually going over to her house for drinks. I remembered those days. I used to sit and watch her at cheerleading practice just so I could 'conveniently' offer her a ride home afterwards. She had acted quite flirty towards me but she had always been dating some asshole boyfriend so I never even got the chance to make a move. Not that I would have anyways. As I mentioned before, she had been so very, very far out of my league!
The time dragged on as I waited. I passed the time watching a little TV and soon fell asleep as I usually do after work. When I woke it was almost time to go, so I got dressed, trying to make myself look as best as I could, and headed out the door.
I tried to read the smudged writing on my hand as I drove through the winding streets, looking for Sonya's house.
"This can't be right," I muttered to myself, looking at the houses on either side of the street.
This had to be the richest area of the city. How could Sonya afford to live here?
When I finally came to the address that was scribbled on my hand I was astounded. Before me was a massive house surrounded by trees with a circle driveway passing under a large balcony held aloft by two immense Greek style columns.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out loud, staring at the mansion. Did Sonya win the lottery or something?
I parked my car on the side of the street and walked up the driveway, still in utter awe. As I got to the door I rang the doorbell, hearing the hollow sound reverberate throughout the house inside. Some time passed and I began to suspect that maybe I had come ot the wrong address. I was about to ring again when the large oak door swung open before me to reveal Sonya standing there, looking completely irresistible in a very tight, very short white dress.
"Good evening," she said with an inviting smile. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
"Wow," was all I could say. "You look amazing!"
"Thanks," she answered in a cute little voice. "I thought you might like it."
With that she gave a twirl, showing off the dress and the incredibly hot body within it. Her legs looked even better, with her flawlessly tanned skin contrasting beautifully with the pure white fabric. In the back, it barely came below her ass, with the tightness of the material firmly cupping her taut cheeks. The dress was low cut as well, showing ample cleavage although I was more preoccupied with the bottom half.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, tearing my eyes away from Sonya only to gaze around at the splendor of the house.
"Sonya?", I asked, following her into an adjacent room. "How in the hell did you get to live in a place like this?"
"It's my husband's." she answered matter of factly.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Husband?"
"Yeah, I got married last year."
I was stunned and trying to think of something to say when we entered a room with a large stone fireplace and a couple huge red sofa's. Against the wall was a fully stocked bar.
"So....You're married?"
"Uh huh. Why? Does that bother you?" she asked flashing me a sexy smile.
"What? No. Not at all!"
"Good. He's away on business anyways. He wont be back until monday."
I started to relax a little more with that little bit of information, although I was still in a state of shock that Sonya had a husband. And a very rich husband from what I could tell. I was about to ask some more questions but I thought it was a better idea to mention as little about her husband as possible.
"Have a seat," Sonya suggested, as she walked over to the bar.
I sat down and waited patiently as she fixed us a couple drinks. When she was done she came over, handed me mine and sat down right next to me. We immediately began to reminisce and soon one drink turned into four or five. I could tell Sonya was getting a little bit buzzed and with each new drink she moved a little closer to me. I was also starting to feel the liquor and our conversation began to move in a new direction.
"So Damon," she began, placing a hand on my leg. "How come you never made a move on me in college?"
I took another large sip before answering.
"Well, I never thought you were interested."
"What?" Sonya scoffed in amazement. "It was so obvious that I had a crush on you!"
I was taking another large drink when Sonya's confession came out, causing me to cough and sputter. I quickly tried to regain my composure.
"Are you joking?" I asked, hitting my chest, trying to prevent my rum and coke from entering my lungs.
"No! You mean you never noticed?"
"I never noticed anything. I mean..You always flirted with me and stuff, but I thought you were just kidding around."