Chapter One
I woke up hard, and was running way too late to do anything about it- what a start to the day. I stuffed my boner into my boxers, buttoning my jeans as I shuffled my feet into my boots. I had just enough thought to grab my gym clothes and a banana, and then was literally running out the door to catch the next bus to work. I rode with my gym bag on my lap, desperately trying to think of literally anything other than the throbbing in my pants. I managed to get myself under control by the time I walked into work, surprised that I was only 15 minutes late.
"Thanks for showing up," a musical voice said from behind me. Jenna. Delicious curves, blonde hair, the most kissable lips. Tits for absolute days. My cock threatened to make another stiff appearance as I met her eyes, prompting me to issue her a quick wave before ducking into the break room. I've never seen her naked- hell, we've never even been on a date- but she runs through my mind as often as any celebrity crush. I took a deep breath, adjusting my still twitching cock in my boxers as I went back out to the floor to say a proper hello.
We have worked the same retail job for the last year or so. This isn't my forever gig, it's just something I do to pay the bills while my MMA career takes off. I have a good overall ranking in the region and am training for a larger competition at the end of the month that has the potential to elevate my career to the next level. I have been pretty obsessive with spending time at the gym, meeting my coach for weight and agility training or sparring almost every day of the week. It doesn't leave me a lot of time for dating, but I've made my peace with it. I will date later, once I get in a better position to achieve my dreams.
The musical voice returned in the same joking tone. "Late night?" she asked, a smile dancing across her lips.
"Hardly," I scoffed, "just hit snooze too many times I guess." Our boss gave us marching orders for the morning, with Jenna and I being paired together to unload some inventory in the back. We spent the day flirting and working, me tousling her long blonde hair and her not missing a chance to punch my arm or touch my shoulder to steady herself on the ladder. Every time she reached over her head, her shirt rode up a bit to show a toned stomach. When she bent over, I could've gotten lost in her cleavage. Every time I looked at her or caught a whiff of her flowery perfume my cock twitched, reminding me of my failure to provide it with relief this morning. I was thinking about how I might have to spend part of my break in the washroom taking care of things when her voice broke my daydream.
"So how's the whole fighting thing going?" she asked. I occasionally talked to her about my upcoming fights, or PBs that I achieved in the gym. She always listened with interest, though I was unclear whether it was genuine or just an excuse to flirt. In truth, I guess I didn't much care.
"It's going well," I replied, debating on how much I should share. It was something I could go on about forever, but she likely didn't want to hear every single detail. "Lots of time in the gym- I have a few big fights coming up toward the end of the month, and I want to make sure I'm ready," I said. She giggled, though I didn't think I had said anything particularly funny. "What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Oh, nothing," she said, putting her hand on my arm reassuringly, "it's just that I can't at all picture you beating the shit out of someone. You seem so...nice," she finished, her eyes sparkling.
"It isn't really beating the shit out of someone," I qualified, "there's a lot of technique and strategy involved. More than just a bar fight." I hoped that I didn't come across as defensive, but I hated it when people compared my passion for MMA with aimless aggression.
"No, of course," she said quickly, "I can tell that a lot goes into it, just with the amount of time you spend at the gym." She playfully squeezed my bicep, as if to make her point. "It would be cool to see you in action sometime," she said tentatively, "if you don't mind being watched."
I looked at her then, trying to gauge her sincerity. "I don't mind," I said, trying to muster some modicum of nonchalance, "ill text you the address of the gym- you can come by anytime." She smiled at the invite, and I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach- and my god damn twitching cock. I really had to do something about that.
My afternoon break seemed like the perfect time to relieve some tension. I went to the bathroom, armed with the image of Jenna laying in the sun on the picnic table outside at lunch. I thought of about a million different ways I could fuck her on that table, all the while she was talking about who knows what. It's not that I don't care about what she has to say- she's actually really funny and cool- but I find it impossible to listen when she's laying on her stomach, perfect ass just begging to be grabbed.
I started stroking my cock, thinking about what it would feel like to cup her tits, feeling her nipples through her shirt. I was hard again in an instant, my cock already dripping precum. I thought about her perfect mouth, and how it would feel wrapped around my cock. While she was laying on the picnic table, I so easily could have pulled her pants down, slipping my cock into her tight pussy. My hands on her hips, setting the pace as I fucked her harder and harder. I stroked my cock at the pace that I wanted to fuck her, feeling my balls tighten. It was then that my boss knocked on the door. Talk about a mood killer.
"Yep, just a second!" I called, trying really hard not to scream in frustration and need. Sure, sometimes I edged myself for fun, but that was a sick fucking joke. I realized that I wouldn't be able to finish with my boss waiting to use the washroom, so I focused instead on softening my cock (again). I felt like I owed it a thousand apologies, and made a mental note to watch some good porn after the gym- have a proper orgasm. It was the least I could do after a day of torture.
The rest of the day passed without incident; before I knew it (we were done for the day, and I was about to leave for the gym. "Have a good night!" Jenna said, looking up at me through her lashes.
"Bye," I said lamely, trying (and failing) not to look down her shirt. All of a sudden her tits pressed into me, and I felt her arms around my neck. Her lips found mine, swallowing what would have been a sound of surprise. My body finally caught up, and I leaned into the kiss. Her lips tasted sweet, her tongue tentatively dancing with mine as she deepened the kiss. I felt her fingers in my hair, and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer to me. She felt amazing, and my surprise quickly gave way to excitement. That pesky boner was back, and I grinded into her waist as I kissed her back. We finally broke apart, both breathing heavy. She looked up at me, a smile dancing across her perfect lips.
"See you tomorrow," she breathed, turning and swinging her hips as she walked away.
Chapter Two
I made it to the gym in a complete fog, thinking of little other than how amazing Jenna's kiss felt. I changed hastily into my spandex shorts, my cock continuing to remind me how I had neglected it all day. I was beginning to become really concerned about some sort of boner-induced stroke if I didn't have an orgasm soon. I thought about rubbing one out before I worked out, but figured the need would fuel me into a better performance. The gym was actually much emptier than usual, an observation that I should've made much earlier. Before long I was the only one there, but was so focused on my workout that I didn't realize it. It wasn't until the lights were turned on and off that I snapped out of my focused sweat to take in my surroundings. The gym was quiet, the absence of equipment noise and heavy breathing now very obvious. The octagon was empty, as were the practice mats- not a single soul was sparring. I wondered briefly if I was dreaming, a thought that I became more and more sure of as I saw a dark figure walking toward me.
Demi fucking Lovato.
