After Danny and Jessica left and flew back to Utah, I knew I had to make a change in my life. I moved to Chicago to be happy, to be free, and to grow as a person. But all I had done so far was be a slut, get used, and get depressed.
The day after they left, I woke up determined to change. As I got ready for work, a random thought came to my mind, and I texted Owen, the salesman that lived just outside of Chicago that I had hooked up with a few times. This time, I said, "Hey Owen, how are you? I know this may be weird, but could I take you out on a date this weekend?"
I didn't have to wait long until he replied back, "No, but I'll happily take you out for a date." Perfect, I told him, and we started making plans.
The other big change I wanted to make was to get back to going to the gym. In Utah, I was going at least once, usually twice a week, but I hadn't gone since moving to Chicago. I spent a lot of the morning researching gyms before settling on a few I would like to try.
Getting to work that day, I was happy that people noticed a change right away, with the dentist I worked for saying, "Kourtney, you seem really happy this morning. You must have had a good weekend."
I smiled, telling him that I did, while I thought about getting fucked by Danny and sleeping with Jessica.
After work, I drove back home, quickly changed into my workout clothes, and left to drive to the first gym on my list. I instantly didn't like it upon arriving and left to go to my second choice. It was a little bit farther from my house, but as soon as I walked in and was greeted by a cute little blonde at the desk, I didn't want to leave. I quickly signed through the membership paperwork and walked to the locker room.
Not wanting to push myself too hard that first day back, I mostly walked on the treadmill. I went back again the next day, again getting a smile from the cute blonde as she welcomed me back.
I was halfway through a workout with the free weights when a guy came up and started using the weights next to me. I caught him staring at me in the mirror a few times, and so I grabbed a weight, turned around, put one of my knees and one hand up on a bench, and started doing arm lifts with them. I looked back to see him looking at my ass in the mirror and smiled to myself.
After switching arms, I turned to put the weight away, took off my headphones as I looked at him, and said, "Hi, I'm Kourtney."
He smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Vance. You must be new here."
Vance was as tall as I was and pretty muscular. He had blue eyes, a shaved head, and both of his arms were covered in tattoos. "Yes, I am. Just joined yesterday," I told him.
"Oh awesome. Thanks for joining," he said. "You don't sound like you're from Chicago."
"I'm not. I'm from Utah, actually. I moved here to go to dental school," I said as we both sat down, grabbing our water bottles and taking a drink.
"That's cool. So, are you working at a dental office now?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I am," I said and gave him the name of the office I work at. "What about you? What do you do?"
"I'm a gym owner. I own this gym and three others around the city and state," he told me with a smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea," I said with a laugh.
"I used to have a welcome letter with my picture on it. I would give it to new members but had to take it out when too many were coming up to me while I tried to work out. Now, I only tell the cute ones," he said with a smile.
I felt my stomach starting to get butterflies before saying, "Only the cute ones?" I looked around the gym and said, "You must tell lots of people."
He laughed and said, "OK, OK, let me rephrase that. I only tell the cute ones that see me staring and turn around and flaunt their ass in the mirror."
I pretended to be shocked and said, "Are you serious? And here I thought this was a good gym that I could be safe and respected at."
He laughed again and said, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner this weekend."
I smiled as I stood up and said, "I'm already busy this weekend; try again next week." I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away.
That night, after getting home from the gym, taking a shower, and eating some dinner, I was laying in bed, doom scrolling on social media, when Vance popped into my head. I started to look for his socials, found the gym's, and finally his private Facebook page. Going over to Instagram, I typed in his name and found both a private page and what appeared to be a workout page.
As I scrolled through the page, it was all pictures and videos of Vance, either working out, at a competition, or just talking. I didn't watch any of his videos, but I could feel myself getting turned on as I looked at his tattooed, muscled body.
Setting my phone down, I looked around my bedroom for some reason before I pulled down the pajama shorts I had put on after showering. I didn't put on any underwear, so my clean-shaven pussy was bare as I moved my hand down to it and started to rub my juices around. I closed my eyes as I touched my slit, pushing a finger past my lips and into my pussy.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to sleep with somebody as built as Vance is, wondering how big his cock was, and dreaming of him just throwing me around. I pushed and pulled my finger in and out of my pussy while I used my other hand to pull up the tank top I had on. I squeezed my B-cup-sized breasts one at a time and pinched my nipples.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned as I inserted a second finger into my vagina and moved it back and forth. After pinching my nipples, I moved my other hand down and used my thumb to put pressure on my clit. Not feeling like it was enough, I reached over to my nightstand, opened up the drawer on it, and pulled out my vibrator.
