Ben had always been a bit lazy -- more of a chill in front of the TV type than one to get out and go on adventures or play sports. This hadn't had an impact on his physique in his younger adult years.
He was neither skinny, nor fat, but rather something in the middle, and paired with his six-foot frame, and the luck of some boyish good looks, he had always been a respectably attractive man. It never caused him issues.
Looking at himself in the mirror now, he realized those days were behind him. His small potbelly and pudgy, yet thin arms were giving off a soft-dad vibe didn't leave him feeling very confident as he turned from the mirror. He told himself for what must've been at least the hundredth time that he'd hit the gym hard tomorrow, knowing full well that the success rate of these sudden attempts to manifest discipline was close to zero.
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He had met his girlfriend Laura a few years earlier when he was 26, whilst they were both working at a bar in the city called Heartbreaker. Ben recalled the day Laura had started behind the bar. He had done his best not to stare too much at his new colleague, though he couldn't help but be incredibly attracted to her.
Her outfit had been humble and fitting of the bar's vibe -- tight denim shorts and a white singlet, with black Doc boots -- but her tattoos and natural swagger gave off an air of untouchable cool. Ben had already placed her as being out of his league.
He admired her body when she wasn't looking. She was almost the same height as him with tanned skin, long toned legs, powerful looking thighs, and what looked like perky, full breasts underneath her tight white singlet. She had a classically pretty face with dark hair and features, full lips and a cheeky, knowing smile.
At one point on that first night, he had tried not to drool as Laura played with her hair whilst talking to him. He couldn't help but notice how toned and naturally strong her arms looked -- not like a bodybuilder or anything -- but contrasted with her beautiful face, they looked powerful, and it was disarming in the sexiest way. He had become utterly infatuated from that very first day.
Though Laura had a boyfriend, her and Ben had always casually flirted with each other over that first year. Laura had mostly just liked the attention but had also thought the way that Ben adored her was just so cute.
Ben spent hours listening to Laura complain about her boyfriend. She would talk about how he was a macho asshole, that he was selfish and didn't respect her, and that he wanted a wifey to do all the chores and be submissive, and that just wasn't her.
When they finally broke up and Laura needed a rebound, she had only really planned on it being a one-night stand.
Laura was a very sexual woman and had a vast array of partners over the years, both men and women. Though she had tended to lean towards dominant men in her first few years, she had realized that by far the most satisfaction she got was when she would dominate more submissive women.
She was almost a little embarrassed by this though, as she had never considered herself gay. On the spectrum of things, she had always been far more drawn to men romantically, and thus felt as though she was mostly straight. As a result, she tried to keep her dominant side a complete secret, often acting overly feminine to compensate.
Laura usually had reserved that dominant energy for when she'd play sport. Since pre-school she had loved soccer and basketball, and her competitiveness during games would often activate an authoritative mean streak that pushed her to beat faster or more skilled opponents.
One night at the end of the shift, Laura had made her mind up that she was going to fuck Ben. She decided there was no need to worry about subtlety, she didn't want him to misinterpret it for romance, she just wanted a good rebound and that was that.
Ben couldn't believe his luck when after taking the garbage round the back he returned to find Laura blocking the doorway back into the bar. She had a cheeky look on his face, and he thought to himself "is she giving me the eye?"
"Not gonna let me past?" Ben asked playfully.
"Not unless you do something for me first..." Laura replied grinning.
"What's that?"
And with that Laura took two steps towards him, grabbed his head and kissed him softly, slowly pressing her full lips against his, gradually ramping up the intensity as the kiss went on.
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The sex was not great on that first night, not terrible, but it had a touch of awkwardness to it as they figured each other out. Ben was gentle with her, and loving, but didn't seem overly confident and certainly didn't know how to press her buttons the way others had. Still, as a rebound fuck, it was nice.
She felt safe with Ben and tried to ignore the awkwardness and the fact that his cock wasn't as big or thick as she was used to. After 5-10 min of vanilla sex, Ben had cum, and they lay there afterwards laughing and talking and making out for several hours after.
Laura realized that she did like Ben and hoped the sex would improve over time. Maybe she could even teach him a few things. He did have a very pretty face and nice guys like this were hard to find.
Ben was well and truly in love by this point. He could hardly believe that Laura had wanted to sleep with him in the first place. As she lay there sleeping next to him, he gently pulled down the sheets and admired her physique. He ran his hands over her toned legs, giving her thighs a gentle squeeze along the way.
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Ben regretted the first time they had an arm wrestle, a few months after they had first slept together. It was a flirtatious, drunken suggestion on his part, and he hadn't anticipated what it would unleash in Laura. When they locked hands, Ben had thought that even though Laura looked a lot more athletic than him, he was still definitely heavier than her, and he was a man, so he would surely win easily.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Laura asked innocently, feeling slightly guilty for knowing that she was probably stronger than her lovely boyfriend.
"The only thing I'm worried about, is you getting upset when you lose. I'm wondering whether I should let you win." Ben said, trying and failing to hide the defensiveness in his voice.
"If you say so, big boy."
Laura looked him dead in the eye and smiled as he exerted all his power, going for the quick win. Her arm bent back ever so slightly after a half a minute or so. Then Ben saw her bicep tense and as he tried to hold her off, he felt his arm shake violently, bend back and slam into the table in a matter of seconds.
He couldn't believe how much stronger than him she was. It was clear that he had tried his best to beat her, and she would know. There was no hiding it now. He tried to conceal his embarrassment. "Wow! You are stronger than you look baby." Ben said, trying his best to remain cool.
"Stronger than I look? Ben, I have noticed how often you check out my arms. The way you practically drool whenever I do my hair. I mean look at these, I'm pleased all that time in the gym paid off," Laura bragged whilst flexing her arms. Ben had to admit, with the way her biceps bulged and the way her tattoos stretched as she flexed, it should have been more obvious to him.
