Time seemed to drag for Tom on Monday -- he was excited to see Kelli again. He texted her mid-afternoon, just to say hi. She texted back right way, with the happy face emoticon and a see-you-later message. He was out the door right at five, made a quick shopping stop, changed at home and was at the gym, waiting out front, when she arrived.
They traded big smiles and began their workouts, together the whole time, chatting, looking at each other's charts, totally at ease with each other. As she was spotting him on the bench press with nobody within earshot, she whispered down to him. "So, I'm wearing one of the sports bras you bought me -- it fits perfect, feels so good. The girls just love it!" As he grinned up at her the thought flashed in her head to maybe give him a quick look. 'Oh, that would be so wicked -- but I'd get caught!' She arched her back, thrusting her chest out so his view of her face was completely blocked by her huge breast shelf, and whispered. "This one doesn't make by boobs look too big, does it, Tom?" She giggled, leaned over and they smiled at each other.
Tom checked to make sure there wasn't anyone nearby. "They're the perfect size, and shape, Kel!"
They finished the last station, then took the two back-room treadmills and did 20 minutes of cardio, each working up a sweat. She looked at Tom and then looked down at the mass of her chest, heaving and bouncing inside the stout sports bra as she ran, no doubt straining it to its design limits. "You see why I don't like to run in front of audience?" 'But you can look all you want, Gym Buddy, I like it.'
He smiled and helped himself to a long look at her chest. "I do." 'God, her breasts moving like that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen! Do I tell her that?'
"Does it ever hurt, or get uncomfortable?"
"Yep, I'm usually good for thirty or forty minutes of running before it starts to hurt. No marathons for me." 'That's nice, he seems to really care that I'm comfortable.'
They left together and picked up some Chinese at a place along the way to Tom's house. He opened the front door for her. She had a garment bag slung over her shoulder. "Did you pick up the blouse today?"
"Yea, on the way home from work. I've got the whole outfit, so I thought I'd try it on here, after we go through the interview stuff, since my personal Wardrobe Consultant seems to be available?!"
Tom beamed. "I'd be delighted to help with any wardrobe matters that offer me the opportunity to openly admire my beautiful Gym Buddy!" He hung the garment bag in his closet.
She smiled at him as they sat down at the dining table. 'God, he's just too sweet. Takes more and more willpower every time I see him to not kiss him, then drag him to bed and take him!'
She gave him a list of accounting questions to ask her. They sat across the table from each other, like in an interview, munching on dinner. Tom role-played a hiring manager, asking her questions she provided, then adding some of his own that he'd thought of himself, or found on the internet. She easily answered them all. 'Wow, she's really smart, and a fast thinker.'
She noticed his phone buzz twice during the mock interview -- but Tom wasn't distracted, staying focused on her.
"Ok, situational question for you. You got the job, and you're with a certain network administrator who's asking for approval to spend $46,789 on some new equipment. What's his best avenue to convince you?"
She chuckled. "Well, normally I'd just say no, sorry, too much money, but in this case, I might say yes if the network administrator offered to give me backrubs every night for a month!"
They laughed. "Correct answer! So, what if you were meeting with that same network administrator -- he's fabulous, by the way -" She rolled her eyes and laughed. "- and he seemed to have trouble concentrating, speaking, because your eyes are just so pretty?"
She blushed. 'Oh, my, he likes my eyes....' "Well, I'd probably be just as distracted looking at this network guy's handsome face and his smile -- so we wouldn't get much done!"
He grinned. "And what if the network guy asked you which bra you were wearing, and how your girls were doing?"
Kelli burst out laughing -- and quickly pulled up her sweatshirt and t-shirt to reveal her brand-new yellow sports bra, snugly holding and completely covering up two very large breasts! "Well, I'd have to flash him, right, show him the goods?" She pulled her tops back down and they couldn't stop laughing. "Ok, you are so bad - only serious questions from now on, Mr. Meadows!"
"Um, sorry, didn't really get a good look -- again, please!"
'Oh, please let me show you my bra!' She laughed and flashed him again, arching her back, giving him a good, long look. "Does the bra-inspector approve, Mr. Meadows?"
"Oh, very definitely -- highest inspection rating!"
She laughed and swatted his arm. "YOU are so bad!" She left her tops hiked up, leaving her bra exposed, and Tom enjoyed another good long look.
"Ok, one last question, and it's multiple choice: What do you consider your best attribute to be? One: you are very, very smart. Two: it seems like you know everything there is to know about accounting and finance. Three: you're poised, confident and professional. Four: When you smile, you just light up the room and take my breath away. Or five, all of the above?"
'Oh, wow, he's so sweet, didn't even mention these huge juggs, have get close to this cute guy.' She smiled, cocked her head, got up, and, to his pleasant surprise, sat sideways on his lap and put her arms around his neck. Their eyes met. He put a hand on her shapely hip, the other on her thigh. She got close, looking into his eyes. "Are you telling me the truth, Mr. Meadows?"
He leaned towards her until their faces were an inch apart. "I'll never lie to my Gym Buddy. She's delightful! And she's going to kill it in the interview tomorrow!"
Kelli brushed his lips with her fingers and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Tom, you are such a good friend to help me." She looked over at his phone and looked back at him, raising the eyebrow.
"Cyndi."
She started to get up. "Oh, I'm sorry -- do you want some privacy?"
He held her down. "No, I'll call her back later."
She could see something in his eye. "Care to talk about it?"
"She called yesterday, right after you did, and wanted to come over. I told her I was busy, and we could get together later. She got mad and hung up. Now I'm sure she wants to come over and, um, 'make up.'"
