July 2020.
Let's have some more stories from quarantine, shall we? Because as summer dragged on, so too did my solitude. Maybe solitude is the wrong word for it, but there was certainly a disconnect between my lifestyle in quarantine and what it had been previously. Every single morning I would wake up, look out the window down at the pool, and lament that there wouldn't be a single female body in it that day. Or every time I went downstairs to the lounge there was the bummer that came from finding it quiet. Not to mention the constant demoralization that came from waking up alone every day.
Because of this, all my anticipation was channeled into the occasional instances where I got to see some of the Lodge members in outside circumstances. The occasional housecall I made to Los Angeles, the special ideas like when I took Emma Dumont and Natalie Alyn Lind to the drive-in, and the all too rare but very welcome sneaking up to the Lodge that a few of them did. The Lodge's official status was that we were closed for large gatherings, and I wasn't inviting anyone up to visit. But that didn't mean I was turning them away when they came of their own free will. Case in point, Brie Larson. I had not seen her in months at this point, and every time I worked out by myself I couldn't help but wonder what her body was up to in that particular moment. That, and wish that she was in front of me right now doing pull-ups with me getting a full view of her core tightening as she did.
Anyway, got sidetracked. It was Brie who reached out one weekday, saying that she was sick of walking the hills overlooking Los Angeles, and wondered if the woods surrounding the Lodge made for good hiking. Of course they did. Between the trees and the foothills that made the Lodge so secluded, you could basically pick a direction and end up somewhere good. I told Brie as much, and she basically just told me the date that she was going to come up. Who was I to argue? Of course I agreed, and our date was made.
When the day came, I woke up to Brie's text notifying me that she was leaving, and noticed the time stamp had read almost an hour and a half ago. Brie had left Los Angeles at basically the crack of dawn. I didn't blame her, between LA traffic and the length of the drive to the Lodge, she probably wanted to save as much daylight as possible. I quickly got myself ready by showering, eating breakfast, and putting on a good hiking outfit. Shorts, comfortable t-shirt, good shoes, etc. The area around the Lodge wasn't as rocky or steep as some trails, so there was no need to wear anything other than decent shoes to hike around.
It was still mid-morning when Brie arrived. Not exactly a break from my usual schedule, as I've been making sure I keep normal sleeping hours in quarantine, but my mornings were generally more leisurely. I didn't mind though. Brie arriving gave me the motivation I needed to get up and moving, and frankly my body was aching for it, even if hiking ended up being all we did. But...come on. I wouldn't be telling the story if that were the case, would I?
Brie turned off into the driveway, which set off a notification on my phone of someone approaching. I was giddy enough at the prospect of a visitor that I went outside to meet her, standing outside the front door and watching her car pull up. She pulled up, I saw her through the windshield, and waved. Brie waved back, flashing me that big enthusiastic smile she always had. It killed me, just like it always did. Then Brie got out of the car.
At first I didn't see it. My mind was too busy taking in the sight of her as a whole. Brie was of course looking fit as fuck, but something about her was different. I scanned her up and down as she approached. Brie's dirty-blonde hair was pinned up tightly at the back of her head. She was wearing a sports bra in a dull pinkish/purplish color that had extra material going past her tits to her ribs, turquoise-colored yoga pants that had a thin white stripe going up the side, and gray athletic shoes. She was carrying a light jacket in one hand, and a small gym bag in the other.
"Morning!" Brie called as she approached. "Ready to cover some ground?"
"Ready when you are," I said, still trying to figure out what I was seeing as Brie walked. She looked different somehow, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Awesome, I'm just gonna put my stuff down in here," Brie said.
I opened the front door back up and then gestured her inside. That was when I saw it. Brie stepped past me, and my field of vision changed from her front to her back. BOOM. Brie's ass stuck out at me like she had surrounded it with road flares. Brie's ass was always fit, ever since the first time I had seen it when she first came to the Lodge. But now? Bigger. Definitely bigger. Maybe her yoga pants were helping, but I'd seen a lot of ass, and a lot of ass in yoga pants, and there was no way it was only that.
As if to confirm my theory and/or show off, Brie bent over at the waist to set down her bag, and then turned around to catch my eye as she bent back up.
"Seeing something?" Brie said, holding back a smirk.
I put my hand to my chin, as if I were deep in thought. Then I took a breath, and gestured with my hand as if explaining a theory.
"Is your ass..." I paused, "Hmm, how to phrase this..."
"Thicker?" Brie asked, raising her eyebrows with a pleased look on her face.
My mind quickly went through its archive of memories of Brie's ass. Then it went through memories of her instagram stories. None of her recent posts were anything particularly revealing, and if I remembered correct, most of which were closeups of her face.
"I take it someone gave themselves a project while they've been in lockdown?"
"Maybe," Brie said, not turning around so I could continue to see her ass. "What do you think?"
I stepped closer to Brie, coming up to her from behind, and put my hands out. I started them at her waist, holding it lightly as I stepped right up against her.
"I think..." I said as my hands started to move around to touch her ass, "That you've probably been doing 2,000 squats a day."
Brie laughed as my hands squeezed her ass. She raised her hands to her head and straightened up a bit as if to pose. I felt her muscles tense, but even with that there was still a noticeable extra amount of ass in my hands. Touch memory never lied.
"Yeah you've been working it out extra, don't lie," I said with a smirk.