After the Super Bowl that year, Courtney had helped me find a new bartending job. The restaurant wasn't as busy as my previous job, but I could no longer work with Jimmy and Kat. They were a toxic couple and I feared it would be even more dangerous for me if she were to find out about me and Jimmy. I had fucked him once more - in the bathroom after hours no less - and had no desire to create a love triangle. I didn't even like Jimmy, let alone love him. He was a mistake. One that I happened to make three times over. This new job eliminated our close proximity and allowed me to start fresh at a new job.
My hours were less and so was the money. I started staying in more and going out less. My body and face thanked me. I was now 5'6" and 125 pounds. I was skinny, blond, and my 36C tits hadn't shrunk a bit. I had also been exercising as Courtney had arranged a personal trainer, David, to help me get fit. I had been working out with David for three weeks already and the results, while slow at first, were coming along. I started to see some tone in my arms and my stomach. My leg strength had also increased but I wasn't seeing much in the way of muscle definition there.
Today, Monday, was a cardio workout. We met at City Place which was convenient for me as it was only about two miles from my apartment. I walked there early and milled around the shops until I saw David. He was handsomely tan, with a full head of black hair and a wispy mustache that hugged his upper lip. He was, of course, in great shape. His biceps and back were especially muscular - as were his legs.
We began our run through the city. I noticed glances from men and women and wondered if they were directed at me and my bouncing chest or David and his ripped body. I had made an effort since the end of our first week to show off my transforming body to David but he had not made a move. While I still dressed overly slutty for working out, my ambition to make something happen was waning.
We zig zagged through the streets of West Palm to lengthen the run and by the time we had gone three miles, my legs couldn't take anymore. I stopped and began to walk. I could feel my face overheating and I just need a break. David tried to push me but I just didn't feel like running anymore. Luckily we were by my place and I told David that I was calling it a day and heading home.
David reluctantly agreed and I invited him up to my apartment for water. We hadn't brought any on our run. To my surprise, David accepted. As we walked into my apartment, I told him to have a seat while I grabbed us a glass of water. David was sitting on the sofa and thanked me as I handed him the water. He had on those short running shorts serious runners wear. I could see the muscles of his legs, defined and tanned. I then gazed higher to his shorts, noticing a minor bulge. I then glanced up to his eyes, and he was staring right at me. He had been observing me, observing him the whole time. If my face wasn't so red from running, he would have surely seen me blushing. Instead, he smiled at me, laying back against the back of the sofa, stretching his legs, as if daring me to take the bait.
