My Daughter's Friend at the Gym
Note
: Originally posted on Medium under the MyErotica publication (now defunct).
One moment, I'm out of breath and on the brink of passing out at the gym just after five minutes on the treadmill. The next moment, I'm in the same state, only this time, it's in the bathroom with my daughter's best friend, Tasha, whose mind is blank and whose ass-cheeks I just came all over.
"Fuck, that shit was intense," she said. "How the hell haven't you passed out yet?"
I smirked and said nothing, my back turned to her as I gathered my clothes.
You're probably asking yourself - how'd I get here? The answer's simple - sexual frustration.
"Can't you last
more
than a minute for once without being out of breath?" my wife complained one night last year. Until now, I couldn't even orgasm or give my wife one. Not to mention, all those long hours spent re-explaining directions to clueless employees who were half my age and with half the enthusiasm certainly made things harder than they already were.
"Sorry, honey," I apologized, breathless and immeasurably dissatisfied.
"Ever thought of the gym?" she asked. The question hit me with the weight of a freight train, and I was simply at a loss of words. Meanwhile, my wife turned her back to me and resigned herself to a long, sexually frustrated slumber, as did I. And I would be doing so for a while. Until now.
Like I said, I was breathless on the treadmill a moment ago, and then suddenly, I heard someone call out to me.
"Brett?"
I quickly turned around to find Tasha, black-haired and in her white tank top and grey leggings, her dark skin glistening with a fresh layer of sweat.
"Uh, hey, Tasha," I sputtered out. "How've you been?"
"Good...what're you doing here?"
"The other gym was closed for renovation, so I figured I'd come here instead." Admittedly, this was only partially true - I passed by here last week and noticed some women my age checking me out. While I had no intention of ever cheating on my wife, it was nice to be on the receiving end of flattery for a change. Seeing Tasha here though, that was entirely a surprise, and a pleasant one at that as I glanced at her firm, round ass in the reflection on the mirror behind her.
She continued eyeing me expectantly, prompting me to add, "My wife, I promised her that I'd get in better shape."
The girl played along (at least, for the time being). She changed the topic and asked, "So, how's Savannah doing? Is she liking her semester in Paris?"
"My daughter's doing okay," I answered. "Although, she had a fight with her boyfriend the other day."
"Oh? That's awful. I wish I could call her."
The tension between us only grew as we conversed over the next several moments; our eyes were glued to each other as though we were entangled in some game of seduction where we'd both surely win.
"Brett," said Tasha. "You said that your wife wanted you to get in better shape. You wanna know what I think?"
"What?" The question threw me off. Although, what came next completely pulled the rug from under me.
Suddenly, Tasha crashed her lips into mine. Before I knew it, we were in a full make-out session despite the disapproving gazes from the bystanders around us; her tongue slid into my mouth, and I found myself welcoming her, my tongue dancing with hers.
She then pulled back to breathe. "You're in
really
good shape."
"Uh." I briefly looked around me to find people still staring at us as though we'd just destroyed some of the equipment.
"I always thought you were a DILF," she said. "You wanna go somewhere more private?"
"Um...Sure."
Immediately, I'm being dragged by my daughter's best friend to a more secluded spot in the gym. She led me away from the crowd and towards the back.
During our walk there, I asked, "What do you -"
"Here's the thing," Tasha continued. "
You
have a very nice body. And if your wife's so insistent on you changing yourself, then it doesn't sound like you have a good marriage."
I opened my mouth to counter, only to falter in my defense.
"Not to mention," Tasha went on. "Hasn't
she
said anything about working out herself?"
Once again, the girl was right.
"Well, aren't you perceptive?" I remarked. "What? You've been married before?"
Tasha laughed. "I'm twenty-two; I have my whole life ahead of me. And..."
Once we arrived at a bathroom in gym, she opened the door for me to enter.
"Relationships work best when both people accept each other," Tasha concluded. "You see what I mean?"
I nodded in agreement and entered. She then closed the door and locked it to make ensure no one would enter.
