"Damn, she's incredible," I thought. Well I intended to only think it, but it actually came out of my mouth. Hilarious how that works sometimes, especially in the worst moments. The she in this case was Kristen, and thank God she didn't hear me. I was sitting on the weight bench in between sets at the gym I work at, gawking at Kristen's perfect backside, when I felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Admiring the view there?" Someone whispered in my ear.
Unfortunately someone had heard me. My heart pounded. I felt my face get hot. I'm lucky it was already flushed and sweaty I thought as I turned to see who had caught me.
A pair of icy blue eyes met mine as I turned and my heart slowed.
"Dammit Julie" I scowled.
"You're the one who said it out loud," Julie whispered back as she poked me hard in the shoulder. "I've been waiting on you for 10 minutes."
"Shit, sorry about that, I have one set left and then I'll be right there."
Julie is the closest thing I have to a sister and the one who got me into the fitness business. She was a 4 sport athlete in high school, ran cross country in college and very physically gifted. On the other hand, I quit sports after my sophomore year, opting for the partying side of high school and graduated weighing in around 275lbs (I'm only 5'10").
We met the first week of college when I ventured into the student fitness center. I was determined to lose some weight, but had no clue where the hell to start. She has told me since then that looked as lost as I felt, and when she approached me to ask if she could help, I couldn't even manage to get out a "Hi." In my defense, I was a little dumbstruck when this smoking hot, tiny, athletic blonde strolled right up to me and started talking.
She took me through the same workout she was doing that day and I was in absolute heaven. Looking back on it, it's a little ego check that she could bench and squat more than me, but I gladly followed around this little bombshell for an hour, taking every chance I could get to sneak a peek at her perfect little ass and perky tits.
Julie is a very petite girl, maybe 5'3" and 110lbs soaking wet, but she is very proportionate. She has amazing legs, that take up quite a bit of her frame, and capped with two perfect globes that just beg to be squeezed. Her stomach is smooth with a nice v taper, her tits a perfect B and she has chin length blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and when she smiles along with all of that, your head might explode.
After our workout I offered to take her to lunch to pick her brain about fitness. She declined at first, but I finally got her to let me pay for her Subway at the student center. I felt great walking across campus talking with this gorgeous girl, doing my best to focus on the conversation, but watching her boobs and booty bounce as she walked was awfully distracting. Next thing I knew, we sat down, she finished her sandwich, handed me a piece of paper with her dorm room number and 7am tomorrow written on it, and strolled off. I think I sat in that booth for an hour afterward trying to figure out what the hell I had just gotten myself into.
I stumbled into her dorm lobby the next morning, groggy, still confused, and incredibly sore. Before I could even try to figure out where the stairs were, there Julie stood. She was wearing tiny running shorts that barely covered her perfect round ass, a tight tank top showing off her beautiful body, and sporting some bright pink running shoes. That's when it hit me, we were going for a run...
We did a a mile loop, and I was pretty sure I was going to die. She stayed with me until we made it back, then took off for 2 more while I recovered. Watching her run was totally worth it though, her round butt and perky tits bouncing with each step, seeing her leg muscles ripple, I could watch that all day. After she finished, we stretched and she told me to meet her at the gym at the same time as yesterday. After our afternoon workout, I bought her Subway again and we talked for the rest of the afternoon. She told me if I was serious about losing the weight, that I had to stick to a routine and she would do her best to help me.
Thus began a friendship and a routine, 5 days a week 7am runs, noon workouts, followed lunch dates at Subway. There were plenty of days where I went to turn off that 6:30 alarm, but the best motivation was the thought of that perfect round ass bouncing in front of me and I would drag myself out of bed any day for that. She introduced me to what became the highlight of my week, Sunday yoga. Julie in downward dog is a spectacle that would even give a gay man a hard-on.
The weight fell off, and after about 9 months, I was back under 200 lbs. Julie and I grew closer, and while I was sure she had no interest in me, I couldn't get enough of her. I lived for each workout and each moment I could spend with her, while she continued to date other guys. It got frustrating, but I focused on the workouts and our friendship instead, trying not to get upset with her. A few weeks later, that all changed.
Julie had been through a particularly messy breakup during the week with her latest hunk. The guy was a douche, but he was ripped and pretty good looking. Hell, if I swung that way I would have taken a crack at him too. He cheated on her, and she had a rough time coping with it, so we spent a Saturday afternoon working some of her frustrations out in the gym. After throwing some medballs around, we went to the Squat rack and she loaded up more than I've ever seen her squat.
She asked me to spot her (for those who have no idea, it's basically standing doggy positioning, so kind of erotic) and I just couldn't keep myself under control. Her ass was so perfect and immediately I was hard as steel. Each time she squatted, my cock rubbed up against her beautiful ass. None of that helped my cause and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom after she finished her set. When I came back, she was gone and I didn't hear from her the rest of the day. Figuring I had really crossed the line, I didn't bother texting or calling her.