Wored up to a Sweat

Reese watched Ayla get their sportswear out of the cupboard. Right, she'd promised to join Ayla's workout today. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and it wasn't like Reese was opposed to doing some sports on principle, but right now the call of the couch was irresistible. "Mind if I skip today?"

Ayla put the leggings down. She had that raised eyebrow look she always got in these situations, the one that never failed to give Reese a bad conscience. "Again? You already skipped the last two times, and you promised that you'd join me today."

"I know," Reese said, annoyed at herself by how whiny she sounded. But now that she had already provoked Ayla's wrath, she might as well see it through so she could go back to her chill afternoon. And sure, it wasn't nice of her to go back on her words, but it really wasn't such a big deal. Ayla worked out every other day, and it wasn't like it was such a social thing anyway. It shouldn't matter much if it was one person or two who copied everything the trainer in the video did. "I'm sorry, but I'm really not feeling it."

Ayla let out an exasperated sigh and Reese got ready for a well-deserved scolding, but to her surprise Ayla's expression changed into a warm smile. "Hey, if these sessions aren't fun for you, just say so and I promise I won't pester you anymore. I just thought you might want to do something active for a change, and you seemed to like it the last time, so I figured..."

Reese found that she would have preferred a scolding over this mix of understanding and slight disappointment. And the worst thing was that Ayla was right: She had enjoyed herself a week or so back. Once she got started it felt good to move her body, and seeing her girlfriend in her tight-fitting sportswear was a nice bonus. But getting started took so much mental energy.

"I did like it. I just... next time, okay?" She already knew that she'd face the same hurdles next time, but that was something future Reese could worry about. Future Reese didn't have the best track record when it came to making true on present Reese's promises, but nobody was perfect.

Ayla sat down on the couch next to Reese and put a hand on her thigh. "You sure you don't want to join? You know that you never feel good after sitting around all day. A bit of movement will do you good."

"I know," Reese whined again. "It's not like I absolutely don't wanna, it's just so hard to find the motivation."

Ayla's smile turned naughty and her hand traveled further up Reese's thigh. "If it's just that, I could think of a way or two to motivate you."

It took Reese a moment to context-switch and keep up with her girlfriend. "Are you trying to bribe me with sex?"

"Maybe I am." Ayla leaned in and traced a line of soft kisses along Reese's neck. It was so unfair of her to abuse this weak spot! "I heard sex is a real good motivator."

More kisses, and even a bit of tongue at the base of her neck. Reese shivered as her body reacted the way it always did when Ayla went on the offense like that. However, she wasn't going to change her mind just because she was a little horny. "Well, I heard that sex is a pretty good workout. So why don't we just do that instead?"

Ayla laughed. "The only muscle you work out in the bed is your tongue. You leave all the heavy lifting to me."

"Because you're just so good at it."

It wasn't even a lie. Ayla was an absolute machine with the strap-on. Before Reese had met her, she'd been convinced that penetration didn't do anything for her. Which wouldn't have been much of an issue as a lesbian, but she was still glad that Ayla had shown her the light. However, the only revelation that had come from her own experiments with the strap-on was that fucking someone was an absolute killer for the abs. It was a good thing Ayla enjoyed being on top in the bedroom, because Reese wouldn't have been up to the task.

Thinking back on the things Ayla liked to do to her only got her even more aroused, and it didn't help how Ayla slipped her hand under her shirt and gently caressed her breasts. Reese let herself fall back into the couch, enjoying her girlfriend's skillful touches.

"I have to admit, this doesn't seem to work," Ayla said. "If anything, you look even less energetic than before."

"It's working in just about every other way, though." Reese turned her head and stole a cheeky kiss. "Keep trying. I'm pretty sure you're on the right way."

"Of course you'd say that." Ayla stole a kiss back, and they were quickly trapped in one of their endless make-out sessions where no one wanted to be the first to back off.

Reese moaned into Ayla's mouth as her girlfriend kept kneading her breasts, idly rolling her nipples between her fingers, not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to make Reese squirm and activate her submissive instincts. It didn't take long for her skin to tingle all over as the growing arousal turned her so nicely sensitive, and Ayla made full use of it. Her second hand slid under Reese's clothes as well, stroking over her sides and her tummy to warm her up before she went further south.

Only ten minutes ago Reese would have never thought that their argument would lead to sex, but she certainly wasn't complaining. A proper rodeo in the bedroom would have been even better, of course, but there was nothing wrong with a quickie on the couch. Hell, by this point it would have been wrong not to have a quickie on the couch. Over the years they'd been together, Ayla had mastered her ability to turn her on, and by the time her hand slipped into her panties, Reese was all ready to go.

Even with the lack of proper foreplay, the first drops of wetness had appeared around Reese's entrance, enough for Ayla to get the tips of her fingers nicely slick so it felt absolutely amazing when she rubbed around her clit. She once again proved that she was the master of multitasking: One hand in Reese's crotch, one at her nipples, her lips and tongue occupied with the hottest kisses, and she managed all three sources of pleasure better simultaneously than some of Reese's previous girlfriends had been able to one at a time. Reese could really thank every God out there that she'd found someone as perfect as Ayla.

She tried to reciprocate with more than just kisses, to get Ayla off as well, but her girlfriend subtly blocked her off and Reese quickly took the hint. While Ayla had a similarly high sex drive, she liked to celebrate her orgasms a little, so it made sense that she'd want to save her own horniness for a better opportunity. One where she could properly ride Reese's face, most likely. For now this meant that Reese didn't need to have any bad conscience about just passively enjoying herself.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to build up. She felt less tension than usual since they'd been so quick to get to this point, but that didn't mean that Reese didn't look forward to it. Ayla's kisses and touches had made her whole body glow, and her pussy was already twitching in excitement. These nimble fingers continued their smooth circles, holding that perfect frequency to really rub the pleasure in. Reese tensed up in anticipation of her climax.

Ayla hands slid out of her clothes, denying her of the stimulation she would have needed.

Reese broke the kiss and stared at Ayla in frustrated disbelief. "What was that for?"

Ayla giggled. She had this cutesy habit of hiding her mouth behind her hand when she laughed, only that knowing where her hand had just been made it a whole lot less cutesy. "I'm sorry, that was kinda mean. I guess you want me to continue, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" Reese shivered as her body slowly backed off the edge. Her pussy was throbbing in frustration and her skin kept tingling all over from her arousal. It was a weirdly electrifying state to be in, but that was no reason to stay in it for longer than absolutely necessary.

Ayla didn't seem in any rush to go back to the sex, though. She looked at Reese with a thoughtful, yet kinda cocky expression. "How about that: I'll finish you off, but only after you've joined me for my workout."

"What?" That was so out of left field that Reese could do nothing but laugh. "I thought you wanted to bribe me with sex, not blackmail me."

"Plans have changed," Alicia said with a little smirk. "And we both know: If I finish you off now, you're gonna slump down on the couch and not move again for a couple of hours. But if you join me, I promise you'll get something much better than a quickie at the end of it. I'll take you to the bedroom, and I'll get you off in whatever way and however long you want. Deal?"

Reese grumbled to herself. She couldn't help feeling a little betrayed that Ayla had played her like this. But at the same time she had to admit that it was pretty hot how absolutely Ayla was controlling her pleasure. And also: What were her options here? She could blow Ayla off, which would disappoint her girlfriend and also leave herself with nothing but a sad masturbation session to work off the tension. Nothing about this idea was appealing in any way.

She wasn't all that thrilled about doing sports either, but the unsatisfied arousal gave her an unfocused energy that she needed to get rid off anyway, and Ayla's promises were intriguing to say the least. It had been too long since Ayla had last given her one of her heavenly erotic massages. The kind that took an hour at least and ended with Reese being completely spent and barely able to even get up and shower.

"Deal. You sly little bitch."

"Love you, too," Ayla said and moved in for another kiss.

Ten minutes later the both of them were all dressed up in Ayla's fitness center. Or at least that was how Reese liked to think of this particular room in their basement. And while she usually didn't get much use out of it herself, she had to admire what Ayla had managed to turn a previously unremarkable storage room into. The soft mats tiling the floor made jumping around so much easier on the ankles, one wall was lined with cupboards holding enough weights and other fitness equipment (Reese had zero idea how half of that stuff even worked, let alone its name) to give a real fitness center a run for its money, and even without a window, the numerous LED lights in the ceiling and the big mirrors along the walls gave the room a nice, bright atmosphere.

Once Ayla deemed them properly warmed up (Reese had mindlessly copied everything Ayla had done, under the reasonable assumption that her girlfriend knew what she was doing) she turned on one of the videos in her extensive playlist, the total length of which had surpassed the twenty-four hour mark a good while ago. Reese groaned as she realized that it was an abs workout video, and a twenty minute one to boot. But she'd chosen her fate, so she was simply going to try her best.

As she tried to struggle along, she felt like a dying beetle that had fallen on its back. Which was kind of ironic, because one of the exercises was literally called the dying beetle, and it taught her that her strength levels apparently were below that of a half-dead insect. It was deflating how easy it looked when Ayla slowly and elegantly drew wide figures into the air with her fully extended arms and legs. Merely getting all her limbs off the floor at the same time quickly made Reese's abs burn something fierce, and even thinking about moving them like Ayla did was preposterous.

Still, she did what Ayla had told her to do, which was to follow along with as much of each exercise as possible and take breaks as needed. Even if that meant ineffectually flailing around for ten seconds and then using the rest of each thirty second block to catch her breath and massage her aching belly. God, she was so out of shape! She'd need to do much, much more of this. Or alternatively to give up and simply deal with the fact that Ayla was the muscle in their team while she was the cute sidekick. Putting it like that, it didn't sound like such a bad fate.

"Nicely done!" Ayla said when the video was finally over. She smoothly got to her feet, nothing about her poise hinting at any sign of exhaustion. Hell, she hadn't even gotten sweaty! To be fair, neither had Reese, but that was only because her abs were so weak that she hadn't been able to hold out long enough to properly exert herself.

"Thanks, but there's no need to lie. That was pathetic." Reese tried to sit up, only to reconsider when her abs flared up and made it clear that this wasn't in the cards right now. So she rolled onto her belly and got up on her hands and knees before slowly managing to stand up. The whole process made her feel like an eighty year old woman.

"No, it wasn't." Ayla hugged her from behind. Surprisingly, her fingers digging into Reese's aching tummy didn't feel bad at all. "It was a valiant effort. Everyone has to start somewhere. I wasn't much better the first time I tried those workouts, but you'll see, if you keep at it, it'll get easier and easier."

Reese didn't doubt the truth of these words. But she also didn't doubt that this "keeping at it" was a long and arduous process. "I guess. But now I'm very much looking forward to collapsing on the couch. Or the bed. Someone promised me a reward."

Ayla laughed. It was a bright sound without any malice, and yet it made Reese's heart sink. "Who's talking about collapsing? We've barely even started yet. But don't worry, I'll put a nicely varied list together. We're done with the abs for today, I promise. Unless you have some abs-intense plans later, of course."

Reese managed a weak smile, but the devil on her shoulder was already considering if it was too late to go back on her words and simply throw in the towel.

"Could it be that you need some more motivation?" Ayla's hand went up to Reese's bra and pushed it away, exposing her breasts.

"You can't solve every problem with se..." Reese's moan drowned out the rest of the sentence. The humiliating torture that had been the last twenty minutes had made her forget all about her arousal, but it seemed like her body remembered. The cool air of the basement was enough to get her nipples stiff, and she completely lost it when Ayla rolled them between her fingers.

"You sure about that? Because it very much sounds like I can." With another bright giggle Ayla leaned in to attack Reese's neck again.

"That's not fair," Reese whined as her girlfriend's soft lips and tongue made her shiver. She'd barely caught her breath after the workout, and she was already panting heavily again. Why did she have to be cursed with such a responsive body?

"All is fair in love and war." Ayla turned Reese around and shoved her against one of the big mirrors. She hooked her fingers into Reese's leggings and panties and pulled them down to her knees, fully exposing her within seconds. "And something tells me that you love this quite a bit."

Reese bit her lip to stifle a moan as her girlfriend reached between her legs. "That's just a leftover from before," she mumbled as Ayla made both of them feel how wet she was.

"A leftover. I see. But in that case, let's turn these leftovers into a proper snack. Can't have you lose your motivation on me here."

When Ayla's fingers got pumping, there was no staying silent anymore. Reese held on to her girlfriend to steady herself, her eyes closed as the pleasure washed over her. It seemed like her body had taken very badly to being left hanging before. Or very well, depending on how you looked at it. Either way it took just a minute or two until Ayla had built her up to she same point she'd been at before. Reese moaned as her body once again prepared itself for the impending orgasm.

"Feeling the motivation coming back already?" Ayla teased, her slick fingers alternating between rubbing around her clit and pushing into her up to the first two joints. It wasn't the wildest fucking ever, but her technique was impeccable. She knew how to touch Reese so as to get her horny beyond belief in no time at all.

"I'm so motivated to take this to the bedroom alright." Reese struggled to keep her voice steady. Ayla's fingers felt far too good, and the looming shadow of the orgasm made her glow up from within. But since she wouldn't get it right now, it was better to cut it off here, because every additional second of bliss would only make it even harder when Ayla eventually left her hanging again. "And I guess I'm up for another video or two, as long as it's nothing to do with abs."

"That's my girl!" Ayla pulled Reese into a hot, tongue-heavy kiss while she gradually slowed down with her hand, finishing off with one last gentle penetration and making sure to slide her wet hand all over Reese's pussy as she retreated it. The predictable result was that Reese simmered in unfulfilled need, but the slow stop and the help of Ayla's lips and tongue made the end of the pleasure a lot less frustrating. In fact, Reese found that she actually enjoyed this heightened state the arousal left her in. Sure, getting off already would have been great, but she didn't mind waiting a bit longer to make the orgasm that much better for it. And there was something undeniably energizing about sex.

They went through another video, a ten minute arm workout that Reese could actually follow along with from start to finish. Sure, her weights were much lighter than the ones Ayla used, but it didn't change how validating it was to see that she wasn't a completely lost cause. And while her arms were getting heavy over time, the end of the video caught her by surprise. She could have easily continued for a bit longer.

"That was amazing!" Ayla hugged her from behind once they'd both put their weights back into the cupboard. "Your technique was perfect. And just so you know: You look real hot when you flaunt your strength like that. I could get used to the sight."

"Thanks, but it really wasn't that big a deal." Reese knew that her girlfriend was playing the praise up to make her feel better. It was working anyways.

"Classic humble brag if I've ever seen one." Ayla chuckled and gave Reese a quick kiss on her cheek. Followed by a not so quick kiss on her neck. "How's your motivation holding up? Need another boost?"

Reese laughed. Now that she was in the midst of it and had managed a little accomplishment to stroke her ego, she was actually enjoying herself. As usual being active wasn't all that bad once she'd made it over the initial hurdle. Chances were, if Ayla had simply started the next workout, she would have joined in without any complaints. Which didn't mean that she minded a little sexy attention. "One can never have too much motivation," she said as she not so sneakily guided Ayla's hand to her chest.

While the workout had taken the worst edge off her arousal, the ten minutes hadn't been enough to let her cool down. Especially since what they were doing was the opposite of cooling down. Reese was slowly working up a sweat, and seeing her barely clad girlfriend flex her muscles certainly didn't help with keeping her mind out of the gutter.

Ayla's lips clamped around the base of her neck. Reese moaned as her girlfriend sucked hard on her weak spot. That was going to be visible for days, and the thought only got Reese even hotter. If there was one thing she loved more than some oral attention on her neck, it was being marked by Ayla's love. Ayla's gentle nipple pinches were pretty high up on the list as well. Or the things Ayla's other hand was doing to her soaked pussy right now.

It took barely a minute to get Reese panting heavily again. It was kinda ironic that the pleasure was quicker to get her sweaty and out of breath than the workout, but by this point she was crazy horny and her body had become so sensitive all over. Every little touch made her shiver with bliss, and Ayla didn't waste time with little touches. She went all out, making Reese knees shake as she struggled to keep herself upright.