I had just gotten home after getting off of work early and no one was home. I sat down and sighed contentedly, trying to remember the last time I had the house all to myself. I flipped on the television and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. I was just getting into a show about vampires when the door opened and Becca walked in from grocery shopping.
She brought in two bags of groceries and I helped her get them into the kitchen. I went back out with her and grabbed the other two bags and we took them into the house, talking about shopping and whatnot.
Becca, our 'housekeeper' and live-in girlfriend, was working on putting away the groceries when she stopped and turned to look at me.
"What are you doing home," she asked, aware that I shouldn't have been home for a few more hours.
"I took a half-day as personal time, just to get out of the office for a while."
She nodded and went back to putting away the foodstuffs.
"So, Becca. What do you do when we aren't here?"
Becca, as I said, lived with us. Ashley and I made enough money to cover having a third person living with us with no difficulty. Granted, I couldn't buy the huge plasma TV I wanted, but at least we all had each other. Besides: LCD was the way to go.
She laughed and said, "Well, I do the grocery shopping and usually the laundry, but you two have been pretty tidy lately." She smirked. "After that, I go down to the basement and workout, trying to keep myself in shape." She turned and showed me her figure, which was still out of this world. She had her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, away from her face. Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled.
Becca is fairly short, about five two or so. I don't know how much she weighs, but there can't be much actual fat on her. Going down on someone gives you a good idea of what they look like. Her thighs were thick with muscle, all the better to squeeze my head with. Her hips were wider than Ashley's but they were good to hold on to during sex, as was her narrow waist.
Her large breasts were firm and supple, almost begging to be licked and sucked on, which she loved. These led up her chest to her neck, taut with muscle that loved to be bitten. Above that, her rounded face but by no mean chubby. That was just her face and it was lovely.
"Becca," I said. "I hardly think you need to 'keep in shape.' You're absolutely gorgeous as always."
She blushed and shook her head. "Thanks, but the only way I stay 'absolutely gorgeous' is by working out when you're not home. And thanks for noticing, by the way. It's been a while since you noticed me."
I realized she had a hurt sound to her voice, so I walked up behind her hand wrapped my arms around her waist. "I'm sorry if it feels like I'm neglecting you, Becks. I don't mean to hurt you." I placed a soft kiss on her neck.
She turned in my grasp and looked up at me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her arms under mind. "Promise you and Ashley still want me here?"
I leaned down and kissed her. "Promise, Becks. And I promise I'll try to start paying more attention to you."
She smiled up at me. "Good. I'm getting tired of my vibrator." She pushed away from me and laughed, finishing the groceries. She tossed the paper bags into the recycling bin and told me she was going to head downstairs to workout.
"Do you want any help? Need spotting or anything? I used to be pretty good in the gym," said, flexing muscles that hadn't seen a set of weights in a while. Granted, I played hockey regularly, so I was still in shape, I just didn't lift weights very often.
Becca laughed and said she would take company if nothing else. I told her I'd be down as soon as I changed and hurried upstairs. I took off my work clothes and laid them out, planning on hanging them up later. I went into the closet and pulled out a pair of black exercise shorts, the pair I usually wore when we had hockey practice. They were clean, which meant Becca had been keeping up with our laundry. I pulled out a clean muscle shirt and put on my shoes and headed downstairs.
By the time I got downstairs, Becca was most of the way through her stretches, music playing on a boom box sitting on the floor. I joined her and did some fairly quick stretches, since playing goalie keeps you limber.
Becca smiled at me and finished stretching and stood up, grabbing some of the free weights. We didn't have a particularly large basement or a lot of weights or machines, but we had enough for a good workout. A treadmill sat in one corner, next to one of those 'all-in-one' machines that could be switched around for different exercises. A weight bench was next, letting someone bench press. Ashley was usually the only one who used that. Along the wall next to that, we had a small rack of free weights, though I was the only one in the house who could lift the heaviest.
I started doing a few pushups, quickly breaking into a nice sweat. Becca was doing lunges in the middle of the room, keeping the small hand weights out in front of her. After a few minutes of those, I could tell she was getting warm. She set the weights down at the end of her set and pulled her shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra to cover her large breasts and leaving me wondering how I could ever ignore her. I shook my head and concentrated on my pushups.
Going through the motion of pushups didn't help as I started thinking about using that same motion on Becca, but for different reasons. I dropped my knees to the floor and looked up, where Becca was doing a dead lift in front of me. The dead lift is where you bend over at the waist and then stand back up, lifting the weights. It's good for your hamstrings, legs and especially the glutes, also known as the butt.
Becca's ass was only a few feet in front of me, flexing as she bent over and stood up. I groaned quietly and tried to shift my slowly rising penis in my workout shorts. On her last rep, Becca looked at me around her right leg and grinned as my...condition. I shook my head and she replaced the weights.
"Will, can I have you help me with the bench press," she asked, toweling herself off. "I'm going to try for a heavier weight than usual since you're here." I said I would and got up from the floor, heading toward the weight bench.
"How many reps are you going for, so I know when to help you?"
"Well, I usually try for a dozen or so. Let's make it an even ten, I guess. Just to be safe."
