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After my presentation, I had one more class. Then I grabbed a sandwich and ate it while I walked to the gym. It was unseasonably warm, and I luxuriated in my jacketless state. At the gym I changed and spent some time with the free weights. I tended to ignore them, since the free weight jocks usually either intimidated me or hit on me. A girl has to keep her arms defined, though, and I was overdue.
I was pleasantly surprised that the jock who came over to help me was not of the usual variety. He was courteous, not condescending, and helped me change the weights without asking for my phone number. Instead he made cute jokes and talked current events. His name was Dave, and when I was finished with the weights, he joined me at the treadmills.
"I thought big guys like you didn't do cardio stuff," I teased.
"Nah, we do," he said. "Unless we're stupid, that is. Which I guess most of us are." He chuckled.
We started them up and ran in silence. Usually it took a long time for me to get winded, but the warm up I'd done over at the free weights had been pretty thorough. Still, it was fifteen minutes of easy breathing for me, and I could tell Dave was impressed. I smiled at him, and we mentally agreed to compete.
I was dripping and panting when my phone rang. I'd brought it to the treadmill and put it on the magazine stand, hoping Masha would call. I saw that it was her and forced myself to let it ring twice before pouncing on it.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," she said. "What are you wearing?"
I giggled. "Um…tank top, sports bra, shorts."
"What color tank top?" she said.
"Kind of . . . baby blue," I told her, smiling.
"And the shorts, are they teeny-tiny?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, they are pretty small," I admitted.
"You're out of breath. You're not having sex with someone else already, are you?"
"No," I laughed. "On the treadmill."
"Mmm. Are you all sweaty?" she wanted to know.
"Yeah." She sighed. "Wish I was there. I'd lick you clean."
"How?" I asked her.
"Well," she paused. "I'd start at your neck, then I'd run across both shoulders and down over your collarbone between your breasts."
I stopped running. Dave, looking alarmed, leaned over and jammed the stop button on my treadmill. I stumbled but maintained a standing position.
"Then what?" I said, ignoring Dave's look of confusion.
"Then I'd drag my tongue along the base of each breast, slowly. Then down to your navel…definitely would spend some time there. God, you have the absolute best stomach, Kelsey." She was panting now, too.
"Thanks," I managed.
"And then I would curve around to your hip. I'd come back up the side of your rib cage and then around to the front, lifting up over your breast and grazing your nipple." I gasped. "You have to stop," I told her.
"What for?" she pouted.
"I'm in a public place."
"Posh! Such modesty," she complained. I begged her to come to the gym and take me, but she had a class in fifteen minutes. We discussed meeting for dinner at Phoebe's, and decided I would bring Lindsay and she would bring Jane.
I gave up on finishing my workout. I was too turned on now to function. I said goodbye to Dave, thanked him for his help, and left.
When I got to my dorm room Lindsay wasn't in, so I took a shower and came back to the room to paint my toenails. I was sitting on my bed wearing a towel and waiting for my toes to dry when she came in. I was still completely aroused from Masha's phone sex earlier and knew the minute I saw Lindsay that I'd planned for her entrance to coincide with my state of undress.
She looked great. Her red hair was sexily windswept, and she was wearing a suit and carrying a portfolio. She was an advertising major and had obviously just finished a presentation. She saw me and blushed, though she'd seen me in a towel plenty of times before.
"Hi," she said, pretending not to look at me.
"Hi." I smiled. "Can you come to dinner tonight? I want you to meet Masha and one of her housemates."
"Sure, sounds like fun," she said, putting down her portfolio. "How're things going with her? I've missed you around here."
"They're going great," I told her. "But I've missed you, too," I emphasized. She was beautiful. Her green eyes flashed my way briefly as she took off her shoes. In them I saw confusion, and not a small amount of fear.
The only time we'd had sex was when we first met. She had been the aggressor then. She was my first woman, and I had wanted to explore with her. Then she'd introduced me to Tim. He'd swept me off my feet, and all thoughts of continuing with Lindsay disappeared. It had hurt her then, though we'd managed to remain friends. We'd talked about it once, much later, and I'd apologized for blowing her off. She'd just laughed.
"I forgave you long ago, Kelsey, without you even asking," she'd told me. She was unendingly generous that way. Whenever I told her this, she always denied it.
"No," she'd say, "it's just that you are unendingly charming."
By the time my toes were dry her blazer was unbuttoned, her shoes were off, and she was bending over, examining a run in her stocking. I got up and went to her, trying only a little to keep my towel from falling off.
"Lindsay," I whispered.
She looked up from her stocking.
"What?" she said.
I pulled her up and kissed her, my tongue requesting entrance, which she granted, moaning. I pushed my fingers through her hair and felt my excitement surge towards her. Then she broke away.
"Kelsey, I've been waiting for you to dump Tim for two years," she said, pushing me away. "But I've never seen you as happy as you seem to be with Masha, and I'm not gonna let you screw this up."
"But . . ." I tried.
"No," she said firmly. "I've made up my mind."
I approached her again, but she reached up to stop me, realizing too late that her hand would land on my skin. It did, and I gasped, my need growing as her fingers pressed into my naked shoulder. She flushed and looked down, removing her hand before I could lean into it. This allowed me to step closer, and I released my towel. It fell on her feet.
"Oops," I said ridiculously, hoping she would look up when I spoke.
