Chapter 1: Marathon Training

I stretched as I woke up. Sunlight was peeking through my curtains as I laid in bed thinking for a moment, waking up. Things were going well for me. I was a junior at prestigious university majoring economics. I worked hard and had an almost a 4.0 GPA to show for it.

Even better, I had recently started dating a wonderful guy, Matt. I laid there, day-dreaming about Matt, about how kind and thoughtful he was, about how cute and fit he was, about he was easily my intellectual equal. We had only been dating about a month, and we were taking it slow. Of course we had kissed and fooled around, but we hadn't gone that far yet.

Matt seemed a bit shy about physical intimacy. Hesitant almost. I didn't understand why. Tonight maybe we'd do more? Oh, tonight. I needed to figure out what to cook for him for dinner! He was coming over for the first time.

I rolled out of bed and threw on running shorts and a sports bra before heading out for a run. I was training for a half marathon, and today's plan was 8 miles. I started off slowly as I warmed up. My mind wandered to dinner and what I would cook.

After a few more miles it was getting a lot hotter as I started to think about Matt. I wondered what his cock was like? How big was it? Would I get to play with it tonight?

Thinking about Matt's cock was getting to me. My nipples were stiff and rubbing against my sports bra as I ran. It had been a long time since I had been with a guy. Year and a half? Thinking back, the last time I had sex was with my freshman-year boyfriend. What a jerk! What did I ever see in him. Yes, his cock was fairly large and the sex was good, but that only goes so far.

I groaned audibly as I ran, the stimulation of my nipples together with my imagination about Matt's cock and thinking back to my last boyfriend getting to me. I shook my head, trying to focus on my run. Only a mile left now. Just finish I kept telling myself.

I finally made it back to my apartment. As I let myself in I glanced out the window of my studio apartment and made sure no one was on the walking path between my studio apartment and the woods. Seeing no one, I peeled my sweaty sports bra off, glad to have my C-cup breasts free from the constraint of the bra. I then slipped my shorts off, leaving me nude. I loved not having a room-mate to worry about. My family would be shocked if they knew I was a closet nudist! I only did it when I was sure I was alone though.

I sat down on the floor and stretched, First I lifted one leg at a time and held it up, stretching my hamstrings. Then I switched to sitting cross-legged and leaned forward, stretching my inner thigh muscles. Before getting up I did 100 crunches, legs up, ankles cross, hands behind my head, legs pointing towards the window.

Finally, I stood up next to the window so that I could duck out of sight if someone came down the path. I lifted my left leg and stretched my quads for a while, then switched to the right leg. As I was stretching I saw a flash of bright red in a tree outside the window. I stared, watching as a bright bird flitted among the trees.

This forest had so many amazing birds. I had seen this kind once before and was so taken with it that I had googled it. Apparently it was a fairly rare Summer Tanager. I watched it as I stretched my quad and then switched to stretching my calves.

I finished stretching just as the bird flew deeper into the woods. I smiled to myself thinking I was lucky to find this apartment.

Glancing out the window I made sure no one was on the path. Satisfied, I laid down on the couch. Looking out the window I was glad for the solid railing on my second-floor deck. No one would be able to see me now, even if they were on the path below.

My hands wandered to my breasts and cupped them, squeezing a bit, playing with them. I let out a soft gasp as I pinched my nipples lightly. One hand slid down between my legs and rubbed my mound. I closed my eyes, picturing Matt, pretending it was Matt touching me.

I moan more loudly "Oh Matt, yes."

I slipped two fingers in, pushing them in as deeply as I could. I paused only briefly before I started fingering myself, moaning deeply "Matt, yes, fuck me Matt."

I lifted my hips a bit, thrusting up into the fingers, moaning deeply Then suddenly I came, bucking slightly, groaning deeply. I panted a bit, fingering harder. My legs spread more as I spasmed again before lowering my hips back to the couch, my fingers stopping, held inside me.

I laid there for a few minutes, catching my breath. Finally, I giggled a bit, blushing. Wow, did I just do that, here, in front of the window? Good thing no one could see me!

I got up and glanced out the window to make sure no one had seen me and then headed to the shower. After a relaxing shower I gathered my iPad and books for classes, made a quick grocery list for dinner, and left for the walk to campus.