Thoughts of her kept returning to me, time and again. Here I was, married with three children and lusting after another woman. She wasn't just any woman, mind you. She was an absolute beauty. She was perfect in every way. Her face was that of a porcelain doll, delicate and soft; her hair was dark and flowing, like shimmering silk; her body was slim and firm, the type of body that made you catch your breath and gasp from its radiance. Ever since laying eyes on her, she was a part of me. She invaded my thoughts, a constant echo in my mind. She was, in essence, beginning to consume me.
I didn't feel like going to Curves but decided that missing one day could very well lead to missing another and then another, until I ended up not going at all. I reluctantly climbed up the stairs, leading into the gym and opened the door, only to see her there, working that luscious body of hers on one of the machines. She was red faced and sweaty and looking as beautiful as she always did. I smiled at her, waiting for some sort of recognition but received nothing but a blank stare and then the turn of her head in another direction. My first thought was that she was definitely stuck up and I decided that it didn't matter how sexy I thought she was, her attitude had ruined that somewhat.
I got onto a machine directly across from her and was lost in thought when I noticed she had joined my side of the room and was jogging in place on the mat beside me. She smiled at me, as I glanced at her, and asked me if I had been coming here long. I told her since March and she said that she joined at about that time as well. I could smell a very faint scent of perfume on her, and thought about the 'no perfume wearing' rules that Curves strictly enforced. She's a bit of a rebel, I thought and smiled to myself, thinking that she was just like me in that way. She mentioned that she was nearly done her 30-minute circuit and how glad she was, as she was tired and wanted to just go back home to shower and relax. I told her that I felt the same and had almost not even bothered showing up that day. We laughed at how lazy we both felt and how 30 minutes of exercise was really nothing in the course of a whole day.
In no time at all, I started to warm to her and realized that my quick judgment of her was way off base. She was nice and sweet, and perhaps just a little bit shy. She introduced herself as Sherry and I felt that it was just the most perfect, pretty name for her and told her how much I thought she suited it. She giggled and wanted to know how anyone can actually "suit" a name and I told her that her name was my favorite growing up, and that I would name all my pretty dolls Sherry. I told her that when I grew up, I was going to name my daughter Sherry, as well, and then added that my daughter's name was Emily and we both laughed at how things change once we grow up. She told me that she had no children but had always dreamed of having daughters when she was a child. Her smile was wide and her teeth whiter than anyone's I had ever seen. I liked her laugh, it was hearty and it made me laugh along with her, as if it were contagious.
Another five minutes passed and Sherry was done her regime. She smiled at me and said she was off for home and a nice long, hot shower. I told her to stop tempting me and she casually remarked that I was more than welcome to join her. I was shocked. I wasn't sure if she was serious and if I should jump right in and take her up on her offer. I looked questioningly at her and saw that her face was dead serious, showing no hint of it being a joke. I smiled and said that I would love to. She smiled back and told me to follow along in my car. My legs suddenly grew weak and my hands were shaking with excitement. As I approached my car, Sherry called out that she didn't live too far and that it might be nice if I could stay for lunch. I smiled and waved and said I would follow her lead.