As she pumped and did her exercises, Mason cursed under her breath. She'd been an idiot yesterday, an total idiot.
She and Neal had their first fight. It was one of those silly fights that people have over nothing – she could barely remember what it was about right now – but her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back down and Neal had left, angry.
She missed him. In the month they had been dating, he had become a part of her world. They had gone to dinner, on some fun bike rides, she'd gone with him to a Comicbook Convention, he had joined her at a Bodybuilder's Show. They had intermingled their worlds and it felt good. It felt RIGHT.
They hadn't shared all their secrets yet. Neal didn't know about her relationship with Michy, but she planned to tell him soon. Mason figured he'd be cool with it, Michy was so stunningly beautiful, what man could resist the image of her and Michy entwined in passion? But there were variables in any relationship, it was too soon to spill the beans about everything.
She adored Neal. He was secure in himself, secure enough to let her be strong, yet she enjoyed her feminine side with him. She wasn't afraid to be "girly", to dress up and wear perfume, nice clothes, lingerie.
Her workout was nearly over and she still hadn't figured out what she was going to do. She had to apologize, she was certain of that. Mason wanted Neal in her life, but she had to make her apology special.
Her time on the weight machine was done and as she dismounted, Marta came over and said hello. She liked Marta, the pretty girl was from Brazil, it was her mother and father who owned the Fitness Club. She was lean and slim, tiny and beautiful, standing barely 5' tall. Still, the sweet 18-year old was lovely and her personality was warm and inviting.
Marta was adorable. She had long, jet-black hair that went down to her ass. Her breasts were tiny, but in the tight top she was wearing, it was evident that she wore no sports bra. From the way her gym shorts hugged her body, it didn't look as though she was wearing panties either, although a thong was a possibility. Her eyes were so dark as to appear black and when Marta smiled, she showed a row of perfect, white teeth. Her loveliness was truly inspiring.
"Hi Marta, how are you?" Mason asked the pretty teenager.
Marta sighed at Mason's question. "Hi Mason. Crappy, but thanks for asking." She sat down on the bench after adjusting the weights and prepared to do her lifting. "My boyfriend and I had a huge fight last week, we aren't speaking. He's very jealous and possessive, I told him to knock it off."
Mason smiled at her young friend. "I can identify, I had an argument with Neal yesterday."
Marta began her workout, while continuing to talk to Mason. "I think Jay and I are finished. He doesn't respect me. He doesn't listen to me. And in bed, he is the worst lover. When I want it slow and sensual, he wants a quick fuck. When I want to rip his clothes off and try something kinky – he says I'm acting like a slut." Marta's face broke into an angry grimace for a moment, then her beautiful smile showed again. "Oh well – men, what are you going to do?"
Mason smiled. Hearing the sexy Brazilian teen talk so frankly about her sex life was getting Mason very aroused. From time to time, Mason's thoughts had drifted to what it might be like to make love to the young hottie, but she had kept those thoughts to herself. It was getting hard to concentrate while Marta talked, as she moved the weights up and down, her nipples were getting harder and her body glistened with a sexy sheen of sweat.
"Mason, I wish I could just have a boyfriend who is good and kind – but I don't want anything serious, I'm young, I just want to have fun!"
Mason listened and then a thought crossed her mind. She figured out the perfect way to make it up to Neal, she had an idea that would also help out Marta. If she played her cards right, everyone would end up a winner.
"Marta, if I told you I have a solution to your problem, would you trust me? Would you be willing to go along with my plans?"
Marta nodded her head eagerly. She was totally captivated by Mason, she had a small crush on the beautiful bodybuilder. "Oh yes, I need to have some fun. Anything you want Mason, I trust you!"
"Well, then trust me, if you go along with me, you'll have the most fun you've ever had in your young life, baby girl!"
Neal was glad Mason had called. Their fight was stupid, arguing over something so petty. He thought he'd blown it with his beautiful girlfriend and had been so heartsick, he had barely eaten in three days. His pretty blonde assistant, Sunny, had noticed and brought him a hamburger, standing over him and forcing him to eat it. He'd brought her in as a favor to her father, she was his fact-checker, researcher, proof-reader and "gofer". She had also become, over time, his friend.
"Go say you're sorry, dummy!" Sunny told him. "You're never going to get a girl as good as Mason, I know, I've looked." Sunny's preference for women had become quite obvious over the last 3 years they had worked together.
When Mason called today and invited him out to dinner, he had to stop himself from babbling and acting like a lovesick teenager. He stopped by a Florist on his way to meet her at Ma Maison and bought a dozen carnations, Mason was allergic to roses. He had taken the time to put on the gray suit she loved him in and he had also gone to the barber and gotten a shave and a haircut. He wanted nothing to go wrong this night.
When he got to the restaurant, he was directed to the table by the hostess. Neal saw Mason immediately, she looked spectacular in a silver-lame top and short black skirt. But he was dismayed to see his lady was not alone.
Sitting beside her was a dark-skinned girl, Neal would have described her as a "Pixie". She had beautiful black hair, which she wore up, dark skin and she was wearing a short, tight, pink dress. Were he not so head-over-heels about Mason, he would have spent a fair amount of time checking the pretty girl out.
Mason stood up as he handed her the flowers, they hugged each other tight. Neither of them said anything, they didn't need to. Each sensed the other's regret for the incident, there was a silent agreement to let it go. Mason let Neal seat himself, he was now situated between the younger girl and Mason.
"Neal, this is Marta. She and her boyfriend have broken up, I didn't want her to be alone tonight. So I invited her to join us, I hope that's all right?"
Neal knew he would rather be alone with his beautiful lady, but he was not going to be ungracious either. "Certainly. It's nice to meet you Marta, such lovely company is always welcome." The pretty girl smiled brightly at the compliment.
"Mason, is your boyfriend flirting with me?"
"If he isn't baby, he's out of his mind!" Mason said, winking at her new friend, then smiling at Neal. "You're such a hottie!"
Luckily Neal hadn't had a drink of his wine yet, Mason's boldness surprised him. In the short time he had known this incredible woman, she still managed, from time to time, to surprise him with her outrageous, audacious nature.
The evening sailed along smoothly. Neal ordered Chateaubriand and there was more than enough for the three of them, along with a superb Bordeaux. He noticed Mason slipping a sip or two to Marta, the younger girl was enjoying herself. He was glad that Mason had invited her along, she was a lovely little thing, but he wanted so much to get Mason alone for some "make-up sex".
The trio enjoyed their meal, even indulging in a chocolate souffle for desert. Marta was a sweet, intelligent young woman, he could certainly see why she and Mason were friendly. When the bill came, he paid it and helped the women on with their coats. Mason told him that she and Marta were a little tipsy, so Marta would be spending the night at her place. "Great" thought Neal to himself "I guess I won't be getting any make-up sex tonight."
The drive to Mason's apartment was mostly quiet, although the girls chatted animatedly in the back seat. Michelle, Mason's roommate, was out for the evening, Neal and Mason could have indulged in all the passions they wanted. He had been thinking all day of having a sexy shower with Mason in that luxurious bathroom of hers – oh well, there's always another night, he thought. Neal was pleased that his girlfriend was so considerate of her friends, it bode well for their future relationship.
He was going to let the girls off and go home and take a shower – a long, cold shower – but Mason insisted he come up and have coffee or a drink. Marta was equally encouraging, and he didn't have any pending deadlines, so Neal figured, what the hell?
It was nice when they got upstairs, both Mason and Marta fussed over him, he hadn't seen Mason act quite this "girly" before and it was kind of cute. She made a pot of coffee, actually perking it, while he and Marta indulged in idle chatter. The girl was going to make someone a great girlfriend, she was well-spoken, with a sharp mind – and despite himself, Neal noticed again what a hot little body she had under that pink dress.
"Are you two behaving in there?" Mason called out from the kitchen.
"Yes, he's being a perfect gentleman – unfortunately!" Marta said with a mock pout.
"We will soon put a stop to that!" Mason grinned inwardly, thinking of the naughty little surprise she had in store for Neal.
Another half hour passed, Neal was getting tired. He was preparing to leave, when Marta announced she was going to bed. Neal stood up and was going to kiss Mason good night, but Marta kissed him first. "You're a lovely man Neal, it was nice to have met you!" she said as she went into the bedroom.
Mason walked over to her lover and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him hard and fierce. "You ARE a lovely man – and I am so sorry we had that fight. So, I am going to make it up to you, okay?"
