Prologue
By mid July, I was really depressed. It had been just over year since since I moved to Greenwich Village, leaving my small town and virginity behind. Freshman year of college was uneventful because I only went to class, I didn't really socialize with any of the classmates. All of my free time was spent with Rob. We'd shop, dine out, go to the movies or a show and make love incessantly. We spent a week in Key West over spring break. My wardrobe had been transformed, as had my body. My new breasts were very shapely, slightly larger than a B cup and my nipples were almost hypersensitive because of the surgery. The saleswomen at Frederick's of Hollywood, Victoria's Secret and Michael Salem's always enjoyed seeing us walk into their shops. We would buy hundreds of dollars of lingerie, skintight clothing and high heeled shoes. Rob loved to see me dress sexy, and I always wanted to look my best for him.
But Rob was dead. The car accident that killed him shattered me. I didn't leave my apartment for a week, missing his funeral. I wish I had one more night with him. My brother-in-law Scott told me that Rob had included me in his will, but would've traded all that money to have him back. The only solace I found was going to the gym.
Third
I'd been on the stationary bike for almost 20 minutes and was nearing exhaustion. The only way I was able to sleep was to drain my body of all its energy and the only place I could do that was in the gym. For the last two weeks I had been driving myself relentlessly here, punishing my muscles to try and clear my mind. I stopped peddling and got off the bike, wiping the sweat off my face and arms before wiping down my equipment. I took a long drink of water and felt a light tug on my ponytail.
"Hi Shawna, I haven't seen you around for a while."
I turned quickly, ready to scream at whoever pulled my hair. It was Steve the bartender. A lanky 6 ft.3 and maybe 200 lbs., he was wearing a sleeveless gray T-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and long loose fitting black shorts. His light brown hair was matted with sweat and his green eyes searched mine. His smile was radiant.
" Rob's dead ." It was all I could get out. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I brought my hands to my face and began to cry. It's all I had been doing for the last six weeks, but it never seemed to be enough. There were always more tears. I felt stupid crying uncontrollably here. Steve wrapped his arms around my thin shoulders and pulled me softly to his chest.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry." he held me tightly to him. He and Rob had struck up a friendship, Rob giving him career advice and helping them and prepare for the bar exam. We usually stopped in to see him at the bar before going out for the night . My crying jag seemed to go on forever and Steve was very patient and gentle, holding me closely and stroking my hair " It's okay, just let it all out. " I continued to sob into his chest. He walked me slowly to a bench on the side of the room and we sat down. I regained control my emotions and used my towel to wipe away the last of my tears. He kept an arm around my shoulders and I put my hands into his hand. We sat together silently for a few moments, then I told him what happened.
"Wow, that's awful. I'm really sorry. He was a great guy, and you two were a terrific couple." his thumb slid softly across the back of my hand. I fought back the tears. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't think so," the tears were starting again" unless you can make the hurt go away. "
"I'd like to tell you that I can, but only time can take care that. " he pulled my head back into his chest, and let me cry. When I finally stopped he wiped away my tears and said" Why don't we go out tonight, you look like you could use it?"
" I don't think I'd be very good company." I smiled weakly and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
"We'll go to Mi Casa, across from the bar. Nothing fancy, just something to get you out of the house and maybe get your mind off everything for few hours." What a good friend he was. "I won't take no for an answer." he smiled " If you're not there by 8:30, I'm going to come to your apartment and drag you there by your hair!"
I laughed and agreed. It would be good to get out. And Steve was such a nice guy, friendly and funny, maybe this was just what the doctor ordered. He stood up, still holding my hands, bent at the waist to bring his face a level with mine and with that big smile said" You'd better be there or I will come and caveman you down to the restaurant. " We both laughed. He turned to head for the men's locker room. I watched as he walked away, and felt a twinge of lust for the first time in six weeks.
By 7:30, I didn't want to go. I just felt so sad and I didn't feel much like going out. Something inside me told me to go, you have to get on with your life, so I got off the couch and went to the bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and took my clothes off. The hot water had its usual effect, relaxing me and arousing me simultaneously. My nipples hardened and my cock begin to stiffen. I hadn't even masturbated since Rob died and I now had an overwhelming desire to cum. I leaned my back against the wall and grabbed my semi-hard dick. I let the fingers of my other hand slide softly over my nipples. I jerked off, tugging fast and hard while caressing and squeezing my right tit, tweaking and torturing its nipple. I came quickly, shudders running through my body making my knees weak and my nipples even harder and more sensitive.