Becky used the headboard to rest her back on while she sat in bed, a lap board on her thighs, and penned a letter to her sweet boyfriend Kenny.
"I want to thank you first for being so selfless, putting my needs ahead of yours. I've always thought you were selfless. It's a trait I find very attractive in a man. I feel so blessed."
"I've read where women are attracted to men who remind them of their fathers. While you don't share many characteristics, Dad has always put Mom's needs ahead of his own and now I'm dating a man who is very much like my dad."
"Our weekend was so good. Our farewell hug was so intense I still have goosebumps from it. I feel like our relationship didn't just enter a new phase, but is at a higher level. I feel so blessed to have a boyfriend as loving, understanding, supportive, and dedicated as you."
"I really had no idea how you would react, but I thought I could help you overcome whatever reservations you might have. I knew the news would be unsettling. I even thought about not telling you, but didn't think it would be right to keep something as important as me going on a date a secret."
"I discussed with Mom what I've been feeling lately. She told me I should be honest with you. I asked her wha should I do if you get upset. She said maternal instinct would take over. She told me I would do what she does with Dad. Mother you."
"Mom was right. I knew you were about to cry. I reacted instinctually. Offering you my breast. Encouraging you to let it all out. Reassuring you that I still loved you."
"What I didn't know was the effect it had on me sexually. I wanted you to make love to me. You're always good, but you were exceptional that night. You were also really good tonight. I'm so glad you love to pleasure me."
"Thank you for asking me to focus on my date and to not worry about you, but that's not going to be easy. I'll do it because you asked me to, not because I want to. I just don't see myself so occupied doing things with another man that I don't have time for you."
"I guess we'll find out. Speaking of the other man I wonder if Richard and I will have lunch tomorrow. I wonder what he did this weekend. I bet it wasn't nearly as good as what you and I did."
"It's getting late and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I'm already counting the days until I see you again. Until then I'll keep writing and keeping you up to date on my activities."
Becky chose her outfit the next day hoping Richard would like it. It excited her to look her best for another man. She would write Kenny later and tell him what she wore to include Richard's reaction.
Within a few minutes of her sitting down to eat lunch Richard exited the cafeteria line and made his way towards her. She was sitting by herself. He asked if she was in the mood for company.
She smiled and said, "Of course."
After he sat down she asked, "How was your weekend?"
"Uneventful. Graded papers. Worked on this week's lectures."
"No clubbing?"
"No. Did you go out or was this the weekend Kenny, right, was in town?"
"Yes, Kenny. He was in town. No clubbing. We just hung out. Went to dinner and the movies."
"Sounds boring."
"It wasn't. He doesn't have a lot of extra money so we do things that don't cost a lot."
"And he's also not much of a dancer," he reminded her.
"No he's not much of a dancer, but he's a lot of fun. I enjoy his company."
He smiled, "I'm glad you do. When will you see him again?"
"Three weeks. Until then I'll just write a lot of letters."
He stared at her, thinking how pretty she was. He sensed she was interested in him, but he wasn't positive. She struck him as a girl who made it a habit to be nice to people, even men two decades older than her.
"So you like dancing, going to dinner, and watching movies Becky. What else do you like to do?"
"That depends on who I'm with," she smiled purposely being vague.
"You look athletic. Do you like golf, tennis, volleyball? What about hiking? Do you and Kenny play sports together?"
"I do like sports. He and I go hiking. We've played tennis a few times. He's pretty bad. He's pretty good at volleyball. I don't think he's ever picked up a golf club. He goes to the gym and runs."
Richard replied, "You and I should go on a hike, play tennis or go golfing. I'd go to the gym more if I had a workout buddy to keep me motivated."
"The gym here is really nice. I'm going after my last class."
He said, "I just happened to bring my gym bag today. I'm done at five or is that too late."
"Not too late. That's perfect. My last class ends at four thirty. I'll wait for you."
He didn't want to sound too excited, but inside he was doing cartwheels. She wasn't being nice. She was interested in him.
They finished lunch and headed in separation directions promising to meet up later. She noticed he watched her as she walked away.
She was muscular for a woman. Some men didn't find it appealing, but others, like Kenny and Richard, did.
She liked his smile, his white teeth, brown eyes flecked with gold, and dark brown hair. He kept his nails trimmed. He was lean, his muscles not bulky like a weightlifter's but sinewy.
She wondered what kissing him would be like, if it would be much different than kissing Kenny, more exciting because he was older and new, but also more experienced.
She liked Kenny because he was so mature, but she had always felt comfortable being around people older than her so she wasn't surprised she felt comfortable around and drawn towards Richard.
She was waiting at the entrance of the gym for Richard. She liked that he was punctual. It meant he saw her time as valuable.
She saw it in his eyes as he appraised her body with a quick glance. Her muscular yet curvaceous body elicited that response in most men.
He asked her to give him a moment to change. He joined her five minutes later.
He asked what she liked to do at the gym.
"You obviously know your way around the gym. Let's do your workout."
"Are you sure?"
He laughed, "I think so."
A few minutes into their workout he said he was going to be super sore. She asked him if he wanted to do less demanding exercises. He assured her he didn't.
He did ask if Kenny and her worked out.
"We do. He's not very athletic, but he's very fit."
He asked who was stronger.
She smiled, "I am."
"I think you're stronger than me too."
She showed him how to properly do exercises he was unaccustomed or unfamiliar with doing.
He loved the way her shorts clung to her buttocks. They were volleyball shorts so they didn't cover much of her legs. He imagined those muscular legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping her prominent buttocks.
"I do a lot of lower body work."
"I can tell," he told her as he finished his fifth and final set of back squats.
They had spotted each other, her standing right behind him as he squatted down then stood back up, him doing the same when she was squatting.
She told him on her last few repetitions to put his hands on her waist and assist her as she stood up.
She groaned loudly as she lifted the weight. Her waist he noted was all muscle. He felt as if there was a flow of electricity between her body and his hands.
After squatting they deadlifted, then benched. She stood above him, her legs on either side of his head, as she spotted him. He couldn't help but think about her riding his face or cock. He could see the undersides of her breasts and wondered what they looked like if she was naked.
He spotted her, his crotch almost over her face.
He was exhausted.
"What next?" Richard asked afraid of the answer.
"Snatches and clean and jerks. Nothing very heavy. I like working on my technique."
She showed him what to do. It felt very awkward. She said he needed to work on his flexibility and shoulder mobility.
She told him, "You're doing great Richard."
"You're just being nice."
"I'm serious. Very impressive for your first time."
