"Thanks for letting me see it," she said. She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes and I couldn't help but kiss her. We were getting a little carried away when I hear the front door slam. We both literally jumped and quickly separated. I turned to see Joel walk in.
"Hey man," he said. He looked Kasey up and down. "You got a new recruit?"
"Yeah, we met at the coffee shop the other day. She wanted to see what a real gym was like. Joel, this is Kasey Souza," I said. Joel offered his hand to her and she quickly shook it. Joel was a monster of a man at 6'5" and probably 350 pounds. He was an attorney and had been my training partner and best friend since middle school.
"Nice to meet you Miss Kasey," he said. "You look like you've been around a gym once or twice."
"Thanks, I've been doing Crossfit for about 4 years now," she replied.
"Nobody's perfect, I guess," Joel laughed.
"Hey, it's helped me get super strong," she countered firmly.
"Honey, it's all right. You go to Crossfit Downtown," Joel asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I do," she answered.
"I helped Billy get it started, he's a good kid. It's too much running and crap for me, but to each their own," Joel laughed.
The rest of the evening crew began showing up and I introduced Kasey to everyone. We began our stretching in small groups. I took Kasey and Shana in my group. You couldn't pick two women that were any more different. Shana was a natural blonde but her current color was a deep purple and she had more of her visible skin covered in tattoos than uncovered. I'd often wondered what the rest of her body looked like. She was a bartender at a rough biker joint on the outskirts of town. Joel and I bailed her out jail several months before when a biker pulled a knife trying to rob her. She'd knocked all of his front teeth out with a baseball bat she had behind the bar. Fittingly, her nickname in the gym was Hell Cat. She'd set a world record at her last meet in both the squat and bench and barely missed a big deadlift that would have made her number one overall in the world. She looked at Kasey and smiled after I'd introduced them.
"Abandon all hope, ye that enter here," Shana said to Kasey. "You don't know what you're getting into."
"I'm beginning to wonder," Kasey laughed.
We moved through our stretching and mobility exercises, before moving over to the benches. Shana said she wanted to do a couple heavy reps on the bench press and then do some back and tricep work. I always get a workout in, but my main goal was usually just to coach. With a newer lifter, I'd be more involved, but Shana had learned to listen to her body and knew what work she needed to do.
We started doing warm ups on the bench with the three of us rotating. Shana helped me correct Kasey's form, which surprisingly wasn't all that bad. The weights moved up past 135 to 185. I expected to see Kasey wane but she didn't, putting up 5 very solid reps at 185. I watched Shana nod her head in admiration. They put 225 on the bar next. Shana went first and with my encouragement ground out four reps. She got off the bench and slapped hands with Kasey. I watched Kasey and could see she was nervous.
"Come on, Kasey. You got this. Just one rep. You can do it," I said. She nodded and reached in to the chalk bowl. She laid back on the bench and got set with Shana's direction. I helped her lift the bar out and got her steady before I moved my hands. She took it down slow, but once it touched her chest she seemed to heave it off her. I was beyond impressed.
"Come on Kasey, you've got another one. You've got it. Down and up, girl. Come on," I coached her. She wasn't so sure and held the bar too long. It got in her head. I didn't want her to fail at it, so I helped her re-rack it. She bounced up off the bench.
"That felt so damn heavy," she said. Shana gave her a double high five.
"You had at least one rep left. That first one shot up like an empty bar," Shana replied.
"That was because I thought it was going to crush me," Kasey replied with a smile.
"You need to keep her around," Shana said to me.
"I might, if she wants to," I replied. Kasey smiled and it made my heart beat a little faster.
The girls spotted me as I worked up to my top set of 3 reps at 545. I was getting to the point in my lifting career that maintenance of strength was much more important than gaining it. When Shana went to get a bottle of water Kasey walked up to me.
"You just had to make me feel like a weak, little woman didn't you," she asked with a laugh.
"Whatever, Miss Hardly Ever Benches and throws up 225 like it's nothing. Besides, I started lifting well before you were born," I said.
"Ouch, do you have to rub it in," she asked.
"No, but it is true," I smiled.
We finished our workout and sat down for our usual evening crew tradition of drinking a beer together. It was usually a chance to talk shop and goals for training. It was also a chance to get to know one another better. For people that I spent so much time with, I still didn't know much about most of them. We were from all walks of life and lifting had brought us together. That night's discussion was of course the new girl.
Kasey handled the good-natured ribbing she took from being a Crossfitter, while managing to deal out a bit of her own. She seemed to be getting along great with Shana and I listened as they exchanged Instagram handles. Everyone started filing out. Soon, it was just Kasey and I left.
"Do you still need to do anything," she asked.
"Yeah, I was just going to clean all the equipment," I replied.
"Okay. I'm going to the restroom and then I'll help you," she replied.
I grabbed some towels and the sanitizer, before starting to wipe down the equipment that had been used. One of the guys had picked up a staph infection the previous summer and it was something we always worried about. I was bending over one of the benches when I felt soft, smooth hands slide under my t-shirt and across my back. I turned to see a very naked Kasey.
"And what do you think you're doing," I asked as I set the towel and sanitizer down.
"Just trying to live out the fantasy I've had since I walked in here," she replied.
"Is that so," I asked.
"Uh huh," she said. She reached for my neck and gently pulled me to her lips. We kissed slowly and deliberately, our passion slowly rising. I took her in my arms and my hands slowly roamed her naked young flesh. I'd been determined to at least get her in my bed the next time we made love, but this little 20-year-old dynamo was having none of it.
"My panties are a mess from watching you lift," she said as my lips moved to the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Good. It took all of my will power not to get a fucking hard-on watching you, too," I replied. I reached between her succulent thighs and found her sex practically dripping. I swirled my fingers in the wetness and brought them to my lips. She watched in awe as I licked them clean.
"Do I really taste that good," she asked.
"Of course, you do, baby. You taste amazing," I said.
"I would really like for you to taste me again. You know...eat me," she said tentatively.
"If you want something, never be shy in asking. I want you to know all of the wonderful things two people can share," I said. I felt her squirm in my arms.
"You need to stop talking like that. That makes me shiver," she replied. I directed her to one of the benches and she laid back propping her feet on the cross-members for the uprights. She still had her shoes and socks on which for some reason, I found highly erotic. I admired every inch of her, before I knelt and surveyed her glistening wet sex. She was certainly excited. Her labia were saturated and I leaned forward to swipe up the wetness with my tongue. She moaned appreciatively as I licked one side and then the other. I ran my tongue though her slit picking up more before moving up further to the center of her sexual being.
I ran my tongue slowly around her clit. Not in direct contact, but close enough that it made her writhe on the bench. Her hands reached for my head as her low moaning increased in pitch. I continued like that for several minutes, allowing her need to build. As it built, she held my head ever tighter. Her hips began to move as she slowly humped against my face. For a young woman with little experience prior to that afternoon, she was certainly learning fast. My only hope was that when she went back to guys her own age, they would be able to handle the hot little vixen that I was watching come alive in front of me.
"Oh, Scott. God, that feels so good. It's even better now than it did this afternoon," she moaned.
I smiled to myself as I continued to lick her. When my tongue swirled around the underside of her clit, she tried to pull me upwards. I resisted, knowing I could build her up even further. She went along with it and I could feel the tension build within her.
"Please, just make me cum," she panted. "Please, baby."
Hearing her pleas got to me obviously. She would learn in time. I swiped my tongue directly across her clit and her hips arched up off the bench. It allowed me an even better angle on her clit and I attacked it ferociously.
"Nnnngggghhh," she groaned. "Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh Fuuuuuccckkkkk!!!" She held my face tightly against her as her orgasm consumed her. I moved away from her clit allowing her to come back down. I lapped at her wet slit and savored the honey that flowed from her. Her breathing calmed and I resumed my licking of her hard, little love button. She immediately went back into overdrive moving her sex against my face.
"God, that's so fucking good," she squealed. "Oh, Scott. Don't stop, don't stop!!" Another orgasm washed over her sexy body as she writhed on the bench. Once again, I gave her a short break before resuming. She needed very little stimulation before a third and fourth orgasm coursed through her.
"Oh, Scott. Please, let me catch my breath. That's so fucking intense," she panted. She placed her hands over her face and I watched her breasts heave as she breathed. I couldn't resist touching her and my hands moved up and down her sexy thighs. Finally, she raised up from the bench and came to a rest on her elbows.
"You're really spoiling me," she smiled.
"That's my whole intention," I replied.
"I was afraid it was," she said. "I think you're wearing too much." I watched as she stood up and I joined her. She pulled my t-shirt up and her hands ran across my chest.
"I really love your body," she said.
"And I really love your body, too," I replied. I enjoyed the sensation of her hands caressing my pecs before moving on to my shoulders and arms. My hands roamed her smooth skin as well. Our eyes met and we resumed kissing. Deep passionate kisses that made my whole body ache with desire for her.
