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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Zander on December 12, 2016, 06:12:55 pm
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Marielle
Saturday night... It was really coming down on me. I was in the weeds. Chef's screaming at me, front of house screaming at me, even runners screaming at me...
I loved it. Every single second of it. This is where I wanted to be... Misfits and outcasts working in a hectic, vivrant enviorment. I dove in and I didn´t care if I ever surfaced again!
1996:
I had just fininshed highschool (or the equiliance to it here in europe) and I started working in a restaurant right after my gradution. I was 18 and as low as you can go in a restaurant. I came in at 09:00 in the morning and left at the earliest at 23:00. It was ok. I was born into this job with a father being a chef and a mother waiting when I was a kid. My dad moved on to become a sales agent and my mom to become a nurse but they always kept me on my toes when it came to cooking and serving. It was in my genes. I knew the job before I knew how to speak or walk properly.
Anyway... Here I was. A restaurant that I knew wasn't the best for me when I applied for the position, lowest rank in the kitchen. I was over qualified (at least that is what I thought). I took the job pretty much because my high school girlfriend got a job at the restaurant as a waitress just before we graduated and I came along knowing how easy it was to get a job as a cook.
My girlfriend had a few connections through her father and we got a place to stay in the city center. It only took me 5 minutes to get home after service.
6 weeks into the job my girlfriend broke up with me, quit her job and moved to another country due to a scholarship... and due to not loving me the way I loved her. It was tough to say the least. I was 18 at the time and came from a small town that was an hour away with a comute train that stopped running around 00:30 if I wanted to get home. Monday and and Tuesday I'd make it home to my parents to eat and do some laundry but it didn't feel quite right. I wanted to make it on my own. I didn't know anybody who would rent a room. I ate staff meal at the restaurant and crashed at the few friends I knew who got a place in the city.
A cup of coffee and a banana for breakfast. Work for 14 to 16 hours a day, seven days or on a lucky week six days a week. (once in a while a Saturday and Sunday off) I had a nice heroin look going on. I was on the running team in high school and had worked out a bit so I had a little bit of muscle under my pale skin. No matter how much I ate my teenage body would devour it all leaving me pretty skinny. A good look in the late 90's actually.
In two months I'd run out of friends couches to crash. Not many of my friends could afford places of their own so my options weren't that many. I would have to make it home to my parents house in my home town and catch the last commute train at 00:45.
Of course I missed the train the first night, a Saturday. It was impossible to make it in time. After prepping for dinner service I had to help the line cooks during service and then help the kitchen porter with the dishes. One of the line cooks handed me a beer when service was done and said ”Good job”. I could live a week off things like that. I was happy. Around 2 pm I finished. The cooks had left, off to some bar I guessed. Everything was done apart from all the glasses that two of the waitresses were polishing. One of the waitresses, Anna, smiled at me. Like she used to. She liked me and almost took pity on me due to all the shit I had to put up with. I didn't like that, I felt I didn't need any pity. She was pretty though. Curly brown hair and big brown eyes. She was short, maybe 160 cm and quite busty, I was 185 cm, blonde and pale.
-Are you going out tonight Carl? (That's me)
-Me? No, don't even know how to get home.
-What do you mean?
-I moved back in with my parents and the train stopped going over an hour ago, guess I'm fucked. I'll sleep at the central station with the bums.
Of course I was joking but she looked really concerned.
-Seriously?
-No, but I really don't know where to sleep tonight.
She continued to polish a glass and gave me a concerned look.
-OK, listen... My roommate is away and I guess you can stay there if you like.
-Really? That would be really nice. Thank's Anna!
I finished with the dishes and Anna finished polishing glasses. I changed and met her outside of the restaurant. She was smoking a cigarette.
-You ready?
-Yeah, sure.
Her apartment was about a 10 minute walk from the restaurant.
-Your lucky. Like I said, my roommate is away, at her parents place in south Spain, she won't be back in a week. You can crash there if you like.
-Really? Thanks, for a whole week? Thanks Anna.
-I didn't mean the whole week, but sure, why not.
I could tell she had a glass or two while polishing the glasses.
On our way to her place I told her my story (she really felt bad for me with the whole getting dumped situation) and she told me hers. She was 25, studying journalism and waited tables to earn some extra money. That's why she only worked fridays, weekends and occasionally weekdays.
She and her old friend Marielle rented a flat. Marielle was 26 and had had just finished her studys to become a chiropracor. After graduation, in the middle of summer Marielle and her boyfriend broke up and she left for south Spain where her parents had an apartmentant. She hadn't returned yet. That's why the appartment had an open bed.
Me and Anna got home. She showed me the apartment. Anna had her own room and in the livingroom there was a bed on the floor where I could sleep. That was that. She brushed her teeth and went to bed. I brushed my teeth with my index finger and got into the bed in the livingroom. Hmm... It smelled of perfume and sweat, and alot of it. What the fuck! But I've had worse. Took me about 10 secounds to fall asleep.
My alarm rang. Panic... Before I realized where I where. Anna had made breakfast. Oatmeal, coffee and orange juice. What a dream girl! I took a shower and got ready for work. I tried to get Annas attention while walking around wrapped in a towel. She didn't care. She liked older guys. She had a thing with an older journalist that was on and off. She'd told me.
At breakfast she told me I could stay this and the next week out, until Marielle gets back.
A win for me. I had nowhere to stay and this just bought me time.
It was a fun time. I'd leave the restaurant, get home and Anna was at the apartment when I got home. Sometimes not. Sometimes with a guy. I heard it all. One time she crossed the living room alone and she gave me a good night kiss on the cheek. Oh my god! She would undress first and then go to the bathroom. When she came to kiss me good night she only wore panties and a thin t-shirt. Hot, I could see her tits through the t-shirt! I masturbated that night...
I slept at Annas for two weeks. It was nice, almost leading an adult life.
-Can you help me with my party Saturday? Anna said one morning.
-Yeah, sure. What's the occation?
-Marielle is moving in again and I want to make it special!
-Of course! (knowing that this would have me move out I wasn't to happy)
-Great, thanks Carl!
-So she's moving in again? Means I'm moving out? I was kind of kidding although i wa really wondering.
-We'll figure something out Carl. You know, it works out?
I really hoped so.
I had a feeling maybe the party could lead to something for me in terms of finding somewhere to move into. Anna was cool and older and a party where I met her friends would be an opportunity.
It was my first Saturday and Sunday off in 8 weeks and I had planned stuff with my friends who hadn't seen me in ages. But I called them and said no to whatever they'd planned. I liked Anna and the whole Saturday party sounded fun.
Saturday came. Anna woke me early and took me to a deli, a market and then a store to pick up what she felt was nessecary. All the things I wanted she turned away, like fatty French cheeses, Italian cold cuts and smoked almonds. I thought she was minding her weight although she didn't really needed to. We decided that she would make the snacks and I'd make the food, bouillabaise with © Saradas ron mayonaise and bread to dip in it.
-That's great, then Marielle can choose if she'll have bread or not.
-OK, why wouldn't she?
-She really keeps an eye on what she eats due to her training.
-What is she training for?
-Nothing special, just to keep fit.
-Alright, I'll keep it healthy!
I started to like Marielle already. I always had a secret admiration for saradas and I imagined her quite fit after what I just heard.
We got to Annas place and started getting ready for the party. I started prepping the fish and seafood. Anna started with the snacks and we had a glass of wine.
We heard the key turning in the lock and the door open.
-Hello, Anna!
Anna started rinsing her hands but didn't make it to the doorway before Marielle was in the kitchen.
Big hugs and kisses. I was shy and kept to my prep.
-How have you been? Anna asked.
-It's been great. Ten minutes walk to the beach and the gym was just a block away.
-Nice, you look great. Nice tan!
Gym, I thought. Who cares about gym when you're in Spain on vaccation?
-It's so nice to have you back. Like I said I have prepared a small party for your ”home coming” and i have invited a few people over. Carl's here to help me.
I turned around and saw Marielle for the first time.
She was taller than I thought, around 170cm. I imagined her similar to Anna. She was the opposite.
Her face was sharper. She had light brown hair, blue eyes and didn't have the same figure. Although she wore loose fitting pants and a sweater I could see she didn't have the curves Anna did. Marielle was flat chested and had quite a square figure with broad shoulders. I thought she looked like a swimmer.
-Marielle – Carl – Carl – Marielle, Anna laughed. He's the one who's been keeping your bed warm this past week,
-Hi, Carl. Nice to meet you!
-Hi Carl!
We shook hands. She had a firm grip, a good chiropractor hand I thought, a little ashamed of my rough cook hands.
She seemed shy and turned to Anna.
-I told you not to. Who have you invited?
-Just a few mutual friends. It'll be fun!
-Alright. I'm quite tired from the flight though.
-We'll eat, have a glass of wine and then go out if we feel like it. You don't even have to change.
-You think I'd host a party like this?
-I'm just saying.
-When are they coming?
-In an hour.
-What the fuck Anna. Ok, I'll get dressed right away. You need help?
-No, We're alright.
-You're alright Carl? How did Anna get you into this?
-No worries, least I can do!
Marielle walked back into the hallway and started unpacking her suitcase. I continued prepping for the bouillabase and the snacks. Anna had moved to the sofa with her wine glass and while she asked Marielle about her vaccation she put on make up.
I was on my own with the prep appereantly. I heard Marielle taking a shower and putting the clothes from her suitcase in the laudry basket. I heard her going through the closet and saying the usual ”I have nothing to wear” with Anna responding ”Like you have to worry, tou loo good in everything”. A few minutes later the doorbell rang.
Anna ran to the door. Three girls, also around 25-26, shouted ”Hello” and came in. Anna gave them a glass of wine and said Marielle was in the bathroom.
She introduced me and said I was helping with the food, I said hi and blushed. They were cute.
I heard Marielle come out of the bathroom and greeting the girls. I was occupied in the kitchen.
People kept coming in a steady pace until the place was full. Anna came to pick up the snacks and asked me to help her. I took two plates and carried them to the table at the sofa. A few guys had arrived and dug in right away. I looked around and felt pretty apart. Everyone was between 25 and 30 and I had just turned 19 (when I was staying with Anna actually). On my way back to the kitchen I spotted Marielle. Still in the hallway greeting people when they arrived. She was wearing a loose fitting, long sleeve dress that came down to her knees. She looked great. What really caught my attention though was her calves. She had really developed, muscular calves. Bundled up like an upside down heart. I had to stop, move closer to get a better look. I had never seen anything like it on a woman. She was bare foot and I could make out some veins on her tanned feet and calves.
She welcomed the newly arrived guests and turned around. She caught my eye before I quickly returned to the kitchen. I felt a tingling nervous sensation in my whole body and an erection pumping as I returned to the kitchen and continued with the prep.
What the fuck had I just seen?
Fiddling about in the kitchen I opened the cubbard to get spices. There were two big containers of protein shake powder and, vitamins and other supplements. Ok, Marielle was serious about her training.
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I couldn´t focus. I did my best to finish the bouillabaise, whisked the © Saradas ron mayo and roughly cut the baguettes. I put the food, spoons and bowls and spons on the kitchen table, poured myself another glass of wine and went to tell Anna it was ready.
Anna shouted that it was time to eat and people started coming to the kitchen.
I decided to take my wine glass and have a seat in the sofa. I was still in shock after seeing Marielles calves and just wanted to clear my head.
Everybody seemed to love the food, quite a few people told me. A guy sat down next to me and started telling me about his big interest in Asian food and how to use different spices in different dishes. I was trying to seem interested but I kept trying to see Marielle and her amazing calves.
People finished their food and kept drinking until Anna turned down the music and announced that she wanted everyone to go to a bar downtown. The guests didn't care much but Anna really tried getting them to get up and go. Even me.
-Come on Carl, let's go! It'll be fun.
-Sorry, I need to catch the train soon.
-Never mind the train, you can sleep on the sofa here tonight if you like.
-Thanks, that would be really nice. I'm only nineteen though and I don't think I'll get in (to the bar)
-I'll get you in!
Anna was a little drunk and really wanted everyone to come. She left and I saw her talking to Marielle who didn't seem to happy with going anywhere.
People started clearing out. I was still on the end of the sofa and Marielle came and sat down next to me.
-Food was amazing, thank you! I mean it, I'm usually really picky.
-Thanks! I've crashed here for some time now so I figuered it's the least I can do.
For the first time I looked her in the eye. She had really beautiful blue eyes and a characteristic but sweet face. Although she wore a high cut dress I could see that she had what looked like quite developed traps going from her shoulders to her neck. But I was too nervous to look more than a second.
-You're going to the bar?
-I'm too young to get in and even if I'd get in I'm not sure I really feel like it. It's my first day off in ages and I don't really feel like going out.
-OK, I'm not going either. I'm too tired after the flight and all.
-Yeah, I see. Anna Told me I could sleep on the sofa. Is that alright?
-Sure, It's her apartment you know. She decides.
Marielle put her hand on my shoulder and got up to say goodbuy to some guests leaving. Anna was already gone.
Marielle shut the door as the last guests left. I didn't check but I think it was about 23:00.
-Thank god, peace at last!
She walked past the kitchen on her way back to the sofa to grab a bottle of wine.
-You wan't some more?
-I'll have a glass. She poured me a glass and half a glass for her.
-So Carl, how did you end up here?
I told her my story and got the ”pity-look” from Marielle. For the first time I thought of maybe playing along with it.
-And you?
-Thats a long story but now I'm back here and really wan't to start over. She smiled and looked out the window. I tried to get a look at her calves while she looked away but got stuck at her thighs that were visible due to her sitting down. Her tanned lower quads were really big and defined. I felt an erection coming and had to lean forward.
-I don't know what Anna told you but I really needed to get away.
-I see. How was Spain? I've never been there but it sounds nice.
-It was great. Not as fancy as it might sound, it's a small house, pretty standard but it's pretty close to the beach and all.
-Nice, you said something about a gym. You work out?
Of course I knew the answer to that but I took my chance to hear more.
-Yeah, that's pretty much what I've done while I was there. Work out and go to the beach.
-What are you training for?
Marielle laughed and looked at me like I was kidding.
-Well, not for anything except keeping in shape. You know, a lot of weight training and cardio. I work out alot when I'm home too, almost every day but now I really needed to clear my mind and a good work out really helps. Swimming in the ocean too.
-Like bodybuilding?
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Nice start, love the buildup. Feels realistic, my kind of story. K+
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-I usually don't say that. It kind of freaks people out. But yeah, bodybuilding.
My heart pounded so hard I was afraid she'd hear it. This was unreal. Like a fantasy.
-Wow, that's really cool.
-Yeah? You think so? (”Really cool” was an understatement of what I really thought by a thousand times but it was all I managed to say) Alot of guys get really freaked out by it.
-I really like it! Do you... (had to clear my throat) Do you compete?
-No no no. I'm not at that level and even if I was I'm not sure I'd want to. I've been doing this for a few years now but I don't know if that's where I want to go.
I just sat there and didn't know what to say. Still leaning a bit forward with my legs crossed and the wine glass to cover my erection wondering how I could take it further.
-At what lev...
-How abou...
We spoke out at the same time.
-Sorry, you go first.
-Ok. How about you? You work out?
-Me? I used to run alot and do some weight training when I was school, nothing serious, but I don't have the time now when working all the time. Can't you tell?
I smiled nervously. Stretched out my pale forearms full of burn marks.
-Come on, don't sell yourself short. You look pretty fit.
-Nothing compared to you probably.
She smiled and yawned.
-What were you going to say?
-Never mind. You're tired?
-I'm almost falling asleep. I'd love to talk more but I have to go to bed I'm afraid.
-Me too. (I lied, never been more awake in my entire life) I'm just gonna finish my wine.
Marielle stood up.
-You can have mine to. I didn't touch it. You know where the sheets are right?
-Yeah, I changed your sheets this morning.
She started walking towards the bathroom. Maybe it was wishful thinking but it looked like she emphazised her steps to make her calves flex when she walked. She turned around halfway to the bathroom. I quickly looked out the window.
-You're really sweet Carl. I mean it.
-Thank's, you too. Good night!
Aahhh.... I wished I'd said something better. I missed what might have been the only chance in my life to see, let alone touch a woman with some real muscle.
-Good night!
She took something out of the closet and the walked in the bathroom.
I drank the last of my wine and went to get the sheets. I walked bent forwards since my erection was still full on. I spread the sheets out, turned the lights in the kitchen and living room but kept the light by Marielles bed and by the sofa on and sat down to finish Marielles half glass of wine. I was such a coward I thought. I should have just asked to see a flex or something. Fuck! I promised myself to ask tomorrow if I got a chance. I was starting to feel the wine. A nice daze. I relaxed a bit. Tomorrow, I'll ask tomorrow...
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great hapter again...hope it doesnt end in armwrestlingor something like that..
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This section of the forum is lacking decent posts as of late, so I'm always on the lookout for good reads. This one is shaping up to be one, I think. Keep going, bro.
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I'm a big fan of the realism in this story, which is my preference for stories in this genre. I love the "surprise" discovery (well, a surprise to him...not to us given the site on which we are reading this) and then slow reveal of the featured muscular female character to the protagonist Count me among what I suspect is a large group of readers that eagerly await the continuation. Nicely done.
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What was she doing in there? Sure, Anna really took her time and my ex too but she'd been in there for what felt like 20 minutes. I got a little more wine from the kitchen. It felt nice to unwind a bit from work and what had happened tonight. Just as I sat down again the bathroom door opened.
I saw Marielle go to the closet again. It was dark so I couldn't really see what was happening. Guess she was hanging her dress.
As she walked towards her bed I could first make out she was wearing white panties and a white loose fitting tank top with thin shoulder straps that came down to her hips.
As she came closer to her bed where the light was still on I could see her body. Holy fuck! I was blown away. I sat up really quick and my jaw dropped. She wasn't as big as the bodybuilding women I'd seen in magazines or on TV occasionnaly (this was pretty much before internet). More like physique competitors nowadays or maybe the smaller lightweight bodybuilders back then. She was not as dieted down but still ripped. First time I saw a picture of Nora Girones I thought she looked like Marielle that night. Broad shoulders with defined delts, nice full biceps (even with her arm relaxing at her sides, probably bigger than alot of physique competitors now as I recall it) with a vein running along them (I could even tell from where I was sitting), triceps sticking out a bit at the sides and forearms thick at the top with visable veins. I couldn't make out her pecs because the the tank top was cut too high. She was really flat chested, almost nothing there but I was right about her traps. Nice beefy traps coming down from her neck to her delts. The tank top clung to her upper torso because of her lats, which I couldn't really make out due to the top but it hung lose around her midsection and hips.
Her legs were amazing. In the dim light coming from the side I could make out her quads and separation in her thighs, her calves were clearly visable even when facing me. My heart started racing and my erection was back within a second.
-Alright Carl, hope you'll sleep alright over there. Good night... Again!
She turned towards her bed.
It probably was the wine but I felt I had nothing to loose.
-Hey Marielle!
-Yeah?
-What I was going to ask you earlier was at what level you are now...
-Ok?
-You know, with your training and physique and... you know, bodybuilding.
-Haha, ok. Well?
I drank the last wine and swallowed hard. My heart was pounding, I could feel the pulse in my neck. I paused for a second.
-Well I can see now. Sorry for staring but you look amazing. I've never seen anything like it... I mean... Wow!
Yes!!! At least I said something.
She was quiet for a second which felt lika a minute.
-You think? Really?
-Yeah, really! You look amazing!
She put her hands at her sides and looked down at her sides.
-Thanks Carl! That means alot to me. When you see yourself in the mirror everyday you can't really tell if you progress or not you know.
She looked at her arms, lifted one of her arms and flexed her bicep and the the other into a quick double bicep pose. She did it kind of sloppy and fast and I couldn't tell you the measurements even if I wanted to. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I was mesmerized but felt I had to say something and as she let her arms down I almost shouted:
-Wow!!! Amazing.
She lifted her tank top and revealed her abs. A smooth but defined six pack even relaxed. I had to bend forwards a bit more to really see but also to hide my now full erection.
She flexed her abs while looking at them making them sticking out a bit more and making them even more defined.
-I guess I tightened up a bit in Spain.
-I think it's beautiful... really beautiful!
I wanted to say sexy but I was afraid to cross the line.
She smiled and started walking towards me. I froze. I didn't know what to do. As she came closer I saw her nipples poking through the tank top. I tried not to stare.
-Thank you Carl, you're so sweet. Good night!
She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, turned around and walked back to her bed.
I watched her walk back towards her bed. Her calves, thighs and round full glutes moving with every step. Her back also looked amazing even under the tank top with her lats flaring out and beefy traps.
She turned her light out and got into bed.
I reached for the lamp by the sofa and turned it out.
I sat quiet for a few minutes before I dared to go to the bathroom. I masturbated and came really fast biting my lip not to moan.
While brushing my teeth I looked at myself in the mirror and asked myself if this was really happening. After a few minutes I walked out, got undressed and tucked myself in on the sofa. I was wide awake. My thoughts were flying around and I was hard again.
After what must have been two hours Anna came home. She was pretty drunk, knocking things over as she took off her coat and laughing to herself. As she passed me on her way to her bedroom she whispered ”Good night”.
I lay awake for a while longer before finally falling asleep.
I woke the next morning in panic thinking I was late for work and had turned my alarm clock off in my sleep (it had happened before). I looked around, found myself in the sofa and after a few seconds the previous night flashed across my mind and I realized it was Sunday and I was off.
I looked over at Marielle's bed and it was neatly made and empty. Shit! What time is it?
I stumbled over to the kitchen where the only clock in the whole apartment was. 08:30, pretty early still for a Sunday. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and get a shower. I was 19 and my morning boner was standard. I had some issues with it during my stay with Anna. Almost got me late for work somedays because I was afraid to get out of bed when she was around.
I started thinking of Marielle in her panties and tank top and jerked off in the shower.
Where was she?
I opened the door to Anna's room to see if she was there as quietly as I could. The door squeeked and she turned in her bed to look at me with red eyes and a strained look.
-What? You guys already up?
-Yeah, I'm up but Marielle is gone.
-She's at the gym... She's alway at the fucking gym.
Anna rolled over and pulled the the sheet over her chaotic set of curls.
-Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to see if were here. Would you like breakfast?
-Coffee!!!!!
Anna screamed and stayed under her sheet.
We had a rule while I stayed with Anna that whoever woke up first put on coffee. It was a good rule. I put on a whole pot of coffee, cut up some oranges and boiled two eggs.
Anna stumbled out of her bedroom a few minutes later looking a mess. Her curly, thick hair pointing in every direction and her eyes barely open. She wore panties and a white t-shirt. Her magnificent tits wobbled around in there as she approaced the kitchen.
-Fuck!
-You're hungover?
-What do you think? I feel like shit. Give me some coffee!
I poured her a cup. She had a sip, opened the kitchen window and lit a cigarette. Her nipples stiffened from the cold breeze and I had to look away to avoid a situation in my pants.
-Why didn't you come with us last night? I was waiting for you.
-I didn't feel like it. I'm pretty exhausted from working this much you know...
-I know. You poor thing, they push you too hard... Anyway, you got to know Marielle a bit after we left?
-Yeah, we talked a bit... Mostly about her training and stuff but she's really nice... She's beautiful.
Me and Anna had come to a point where we'd tell eachother things that we (or at least I) didn't share with our friends. It was nice. We didn't really know eachother that well and that made it easier to talk about relationships, sex, flirting or whatever.
-Ooooohhh!
Anna's red eyes widened.
-You like her!
She wiggled her head.
-Carl's got a thing for Marielle!
I blushed.
-Come on! I think she's really nice and from what I saw her body looks amazing. That's all.
-I'm kidding, don't freak out!
-I'm not freking out Anna, I just thought she was really nice... and beautiful.
-She is and I know, I love her and she really looks great. She's worked really hard for it. You don't find her muscles too much? (Anna didn't give me a chance to answer... don't know what I would've aswered) Alot of guys think it's too much and the guys she's dated lately... Fucking meatheads! They've treated her like shit. Ready to swap her as soon as the first bimbo to get their attention comes along. She's had a really tough year. Did she tell you?
-No, not really.
-Aaahhh! I shouldn't have told you... I'm still a bit drunk. Anyways, what's new with your situation. Found anywhere to stay yet?
Anna kept smoking her cigarette and drinking her coffee like it was her last meal.
-I'm meeting a friend of a friend today who's got a place just outside of the city. He needs a new roomate. It's a two bedroom apartment, I can afford it and it's just 15 minutes from here with the subway. It's quite urgent as well, starting next weekend.
-That's great Carl! Take it, what's there to think about?
-Nothing really. Just don't want to get hustled. But as I said, it's a friend of a friend so...
-You can stay on the sofa until next weekend if you don't mind.
-You sure? That would be such a help. Thank's Anna! What about Marielle, she won't mind?
-No, she'll be ok with that. You two know eachother now, right?
-Thank you Anna, for everything, I mean it! Don't know what I would've done without you.
I got up and gave her an honest, long, tight hug. I could feel her tits pressing against my stomach and her having a sip from her cigarette as we hug.
We had breakfast and I got ready to meet my friends friend for coffee.
Everything worked out well. Really well, we shared alot of interest, music mostly, and we talked for almost three hours about gigs we'd went to and different albumbs with different artists. I was moving in in a week, next Sunday. Only problem was I was working so I had to put the few boxes of stuff I owned (mostly clothes, shoes and chef's knives, except from my records that were still at my parents house) in a cab and ask John (my new roomate) to carry it ut to the apartment. My first real place to stay, and I'd done it all by myself! I was stoked and quite proud.
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Very good story, keep writing!
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I came back to Anna's apartment with a new sense of pride not knowing what to expect. I'd been around town for a few hours and stopped by a few record stores to see if there was anything new of interest. It was around 17:30.
I knocked and then opened the door with the spare key I had since moving in like I used to do.
Marielle stood in the hallway looking quite surprised. Anna never came to greet me after I knocked. She was either in the sofa or in her room studying.
-Oh, hi!
-Hi, did I scare you? I have my own key just wanted to let you guys know I'm coming in.
-Oh, ok. It's just me though. Anna is at Mike's place (the older journalist she was seeing). She's gonna stay there tonight as well.
-What a surprise!
I smiled and gave Marielle a smart look. She laughed. Anna had spent almost every other night at Mike's place the last week and she knew what I meant.
Marielle was wearing yoga pants and a oversized sweater. She had her hair tied up in a knot. I catched a glimpse or her muscular legs before taking my jacket off. I was mid October now and it was getting colder by the day.
The TV was on. Some documentary was on and I could see a big cup of tea and some fruit scraps on the sofa table.
Marielle walked back towards the sofa. Same scenario as last night but her muscular legs now covered in black tights. Holy fuck...
I hung my jacket in the hallway and went straight into the kitchen.
-You hungry?
-No, I'm alright. I already ate.
I took out some old pasta from the fridge, put it on a plate and tried to focus. The apartment was really cold. ”Fucking superintendant, turn up the heat”, I thought. Anna used to shout it out loud.
My head was spinning. I was alone with the sexiest woman I'd ever seen in real life and I didn't know what to do. I poured myself a full glass of wine. Anna always had opened bottles standing around.
-You like a glass of wine?
-No, Im ok. I don't really drink... Due to my training and all.
-Ahh, ok! That's strict.
I fiddled around a bit in the kitchen.
-What the fuck! I had some yesterday so I might as well have some now.
I poured another glass and put it on the table in front of her. She didn't look away from the TV. I went to get my cold food and wine, looked up to the celing and whispered ”Please”, returned to the sofa and sat down in the corner, about a meter away from Marielle. She looked at me, raising her eyebrows.
-Are you afraid of me?
-No...
-Well... We need to keep warm right? Come here! It's freezing.
Marielle took the felt blanket she had wrapped around her and opened it in my direction. Still completely focused on whatever bullshit was showing on TV.
I sat next to her and she covered me in the blanket. I couldn't keep from looking at her muscular legs and when I felt her shoulder rub next to mine it was to much. I was hard as a log. I finished the food, put the plate on the small table, had a sip of wine and kept bending forwards. My view of her calves from there didn't help. I sat hunched over to cover the situation the best I could. When she leaned forward to have a sip of wine I crossed my legs, pushed my dick down to lock it and adjusted my pants. I could lean back although it was very uncomfortable. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.
-Anna told me you got a place to stay.
-Yeah, finally! I'm moving in a week. Anna told me I could stay on the sofa the week out if it's ok with you.
-Well, it doesn't reallt bother me so... Yeah, it's ok with me.
-Where were you this morning? You were gone when I woke up!
-I wen't to the gym.
-Aahh, ok, I see. How was it?
-Different. Here alot of people recognize me. In Spain they didn't. You know?! Looks and shit.
-You don't like that?
Marielle looked away for a while.
-I don't have a problem with it really, but everyone knows who I am here.
-So?
-Oh Carl! You don't understand.
She looked a little sad.
I figured it had something to do with the ”meatheads” Anna mentioned earlier.
We sat there under the blanket watching whatever it was (I can't remember) for a while. Marielle moved around a bit and leaned on me for comfort and put her right hand on my thigh. Her touch sent an electric shock through me.
I was afraid she'd see my erection and I sat stiff like a twig.
-This is nice.
She said and looked at me. I looked away, took a big sip from my wine and looked back at her.
Out of nowhere she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me... a real kiss. It lasted for a few seconds. It was a nice tender kiss and it felt like minutes. I was in shock but tried to look cool.
What was happening? Did she like like me or did she just feel lonely? My head was spinning. Usually I'd just moved in for more and take control but I felt so young and inexperienced with her.
-You're a really good kisser Carl! You've been practicing.
She smiled and then looked down.
-Sorry about that, my bad!
-No, don't be sorry, I love it!
-You're sweet Carl but I shouldn't have done that.
-I'm serious! You're the most amazing, beautiful.... (had to gather my thoughts) sexiest girl I've ever met. I mean it!
She looked back to me and our eyes met. I couldn't believe what just happened. She leaned in for another kiss. I turned, put one hand on her shoulder and the other on waist and we kissed again. She was so firm and her shoulder felt massive under her sweater. As she lifted her arm to pull me closer I felt her delt flex. It was rock hard. My dick felt like it was going to explode. I moved my other hand up her side and gently grabbed her lat. Oh my god! I couldn't believe how dense it felt. I somehow thought her muscles would be soft but even without flexing she was so firm and dense.
She pulled away.
-We probably shouldn't do this... I shouldn't do this.
Marielle whispered into my ear as her hands found their way under my t-shirt.
-Why? There's nothing wrong with this?!
-Your too young. I'm like 8 years older than you. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you.
I grabbed her, pulled her towards me and guided her gently to straddle me.
-7 years older, and I don't mind. It doesn't matter. I want you!
We kissed again and I grabbed her thighs. Her thighs were really hard as her legs were bent. I slid my hands upwards underneath her sweater and caressed her abs. I could feel each muscle and separation. I really explored it thoroughly. She moved away a bit and looked at me. I couldn't read her look.
-You like that?
-I love it!
-Does it turn you on?
I hesitated. Will she think I'm a freak if I tell her the truth? If I do and she thinks it's strange, maybe she'll let me feel her a bit and that would be awesome too. What was I suppose to say?
Before I answered she flexed her abs. Hard muscle popping out underneath my hands. I could even feel her obliques popping out underneath my fingertips. There was almost no fat on her stomach, like my forearms. I continued rubbing her abs and looked up at her. She already knew the answer.
-You know it does!
I smiled and she rubbed herself slowly across my midsection.
-Come!
She stood up, turned off the TV, grabbed my hand, pulled me up and started walking towards her bed.
She sat down on her bed and tried to pull me down. I felt she was in command but I pulled her up again.
-Wait. I want to see you!
I pulled her sweater up over her head and threw it on the floor. I started feeling her shoulders and arms.
-What do you want to see?
-Your body. Your muscles. Everything!
She smiled, took a step back and slid off her yoga pants. It didn't feel real. She stood in front of me in her panties and sports bra and smiled.
-Like this?
She did a double bicep, lat spread, ab flex (with her arms still at her side) and stood on her toes to flex her quads and calves. All quite fast and sloppy but I was stunned. I must have looked like a martian landed in my lap.
-Say something! I feel embarrassed now!
-Sorry, I'm lost for words... You´re so sexy. Don't know what to say.
-Come here!
She grabbed my hand again and threw me on her bed. She kneeled beside me and started taking off my t-shirt. My hands were all over her upper body, trying to feel her every muscle. As I stroked her breasts. I could see and feel her nipples getting stiff. She straddled me and I could see her pecs striating a bit on the top of her chest as she put her hands on my chest.
I started pulling her sports bra up but she moved away.
-What's wrong?
-Well... They're... It's not much there, you know.
She looked really concerned.
-Depends on what you're looking for.
She smiled and kissed me again.
I leaned forward again and this time pulled her sports bra over her head. I started kissing her tits before her head was out.
Her nipples were really stiff and even more in my mouth as I sucked and massaged them with my tongue. Even her small areola stiffened in my mouth. My ex had quite full, nice breasts but her nipples were small and soft.
I could feel how hard her pecs were beneath the little soft tissue she still had left on her breasts. Her arms came down and I felt her pecs flex.
She laid down beside me and I followed. She started tugging my pants down while she kissed my chest. I felt I had to help. I pulled my pants and socks off at the same time. We kissed and let our hands explore eachother. Mine more than hers I think. I couldn't get enough. She had muscle everywhere and I wanted to take it all in although I was in a daze. As my hand moved on to her arms for the third time she flexed it, still caressing my back. I moaned and squeezed it. Gently at first, then harder so I really felt how hard she really was. She giggled and looked down at my briefs. They held my hard on back so much it actually hurt.
-You really like that, don't you?
Marielles hand worked it's way down from my stomach. Her hand was warm. She rubbed me a bit on top of my briefs and looked down. I kissed the back of her head. She slipped her hand underneath slowly and gently grabbed my dick. Then she froze, pulled down my briefs and looked up at me with a surprised smile.
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Shaping up to be steamy. One of the things I like best is how she's older than he is. Most of the time the guy is like in his 30s or something screwing around with a girl who's barely in her 20s, which I guess I can understand as I'm getting to be that age, but I've always liked when an older girl sort of takes charge sexually. Another thing is how equally turned on by each other they are. I like intimacy, which is sorely lacking in stories. Do it up, man. Really liking this so far.
The only thing I have to say critique-wise is that it's a little hard to tell who's talking at times.
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Really excellent. I love the plot and the character development. Also the dialogue is great. Grammar and spelling very polished.
I particularly love that it is realistic. We don't get enough realistic.
I suppose you could put C: and M: to make it easier to tell who is speaking.
:bravo:
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-Hello?! Marielle said in a funny voice.
She smiled, looked down and grabbed my dick again, tight this time.
My dick was/is 21 cm (8,3 inch) long with a girth of 16 cm (6,3 inch) erect. All guys have measured their dick but I'd never compared it with anyone. At least not erect and I really was a ”grower”. I knew I probably was a bit above average of but my girlfriend never said anything and from comparing with the pornos I'd seen I didn't think I was ”big” (20 years later I know I'm pretty lucky).
-What? I was afraid something was wrong.
I rubbed her muscular back and she continued to massage my dick.
She felt so nice. Her traps and pecs flexing and unflexing as she slid her hand up and down.
-I mean you're big. Anna didn't tell me.
-What!? I didn't sleep with Anna. We're just friends.
-Shhhh!
Marielle kept on stroking my dick faster.
I lay back again and felt my orgasm coming closer. No! I strained to hold on but I was 19 at the time and my testosterone was at it's peak.
I couldn't hold it any more. I grabbed her arm and arched my back. I didn't want this to end but...
I came hard, my load squirting all over the place.
Marielle was transfixed by my orgasm. When I finally stopped twitching she looked up again.
-That was crazy! What did I just see?
-Ahhh, I'm sorry. I felt a little ashamed.
-What? No, I've never seen anyone come so intense before. That's what I meant. Carl, that was amazing.
I laid on my back for a minute or two. Marielle stroked my dick gently and kissed my neck and chest.
I turned over on my side, kissed her and turned her over on her back. I started caressing and kissing her upper body. She closed her eyes, grabbed my waist and guided, almost lifted me to straddle her. I gently massaged her abs and bent over and kissed her nipples. I could feel my dick getting harder already. No rest from the last session.
Marielle kept moving in a sensual rhythmic motion that made her abs and obliques flex and twitch. I had to feel them and when I did she flexed. My thumbs and fingers squeezed but her muscles didn't give away. I was hard again. Full erection! I was a little surprised my self. It usually took me a lot longer. With my ex I would always come quite quickly and she would wait until I was hard again to get her orgasm. We never came at the same time.
Marielle looked down, probably to see her flexed abs but her eyes got stuck at my dick. She smiled.
-Fuck Carl! Who are you? Superman?
She laughed. It kind of took the seriousness from the whole situation and I laughed too.
I laid down right next to her and sighed.
-You'll have to give me a massage or straighten my back tomorrow morning Marielle. A nice wake up chiropractoring massage!
-I'm not a fucking masseuse and that will cost you, you know.
-What the fuck! I cooked for your party. It took hours and you won't even give me a quick massage.
-I already did!
She smiled and looked at me, bit her lip and grabbed my dick again.
I got up on my elbow and started feeling her body again. I moved back so she couldn't reach my dick. I wouldn'r risk coming early again.
I wanted to explore her body more but I slowly slid my hand down her chiseled 6-pack down to her panties. I leaned in to kiss her and put my hand over her pussy on the outside of her panties. They were a little wet. As I slid my hand downwards I could feel a little bump through her panties. I was surprised but continued rubbing her.
After a while I slid her panties down her thick thighs, calves and over her feet. I returned to her abs just to feel them and let my hand move down to her pussy again. Marielle moaned quietly. She had a neatly trimmed bush. My ex let it all grow naturally so I was new to the experience.
I put my other hand on her thigh and moved it upwards to really get the feeling of her muscles.
My left hand reached her pussy first and I felt that little knob again. I moved further down and gently let my index finger slide in. She was so wet. I felt her juices cover my finger. She moaned.
My right hand quickly moved to her delt and I moved in for a kiss. As I did I slid my my index and middle finger up her pussy. There it was, the little knob. It was her clitoris of course. I could feel it as I fooled around and I really focused on it. She was so detailed down there. I moved down her body slowly kissing every hard muscle I found and eventually got to her pussy. I licked her from below to her top and her clit literary caught my tongue. I stopped and sucked it gently. Her back arched rapidly and she grabbed my hair. I let my tongue fool around for minute and I felt her clit swell a little. I let one hand caress her abs and chest while I put the other one underneath her back. I felt her muscles tense and relax with every move she made. After a while she grabbed my hair again and loked at me.
-Come here! She said, pulled me towards her and took hold of my dick as soon as she reached it. I knew what was going to happen.
-Marielle... Do you have a condom?
-No. You?
-No... Maybe we shouldn't.
-Well... I got a test after I found out my ex was cheating on me and I'm clean... and I'm on the pill so...
-I've only been with my ex, same for her so I guess I'm ”clean” too.
The whole situation lost a little magic and I lay down beside her on my back.
Marielle must have felt my sudden slump of enthusiasm and straddled my thighs, her pussy close to my unusually hard dick. She leaned forward, put her hands on my chest and gave me a quick kiss. My hands wandered up her thick forearms to her triceps and on to her flexed pecs, my fingers exploring the muscle ridges in the center of her ribcage. I felt her lips go into a smile and she sat up again. She knew she had complete control of me.
-Hey Carl! ”You really like that, don't you?”
She said it teasingly but looked at me understandingly and seriously and she straightened her arms and pushed them together while flexing her whole upper body. Her pecs striated, pushed together by her biceps topped with her magnificent nipples made me feel like I was in a dream again. Her triceps flared out and her vascular forearms enframed her flexed abs. Somehow I grabbed her traps first. They were rock hard. My hands slowly wandered down, squeezing her every muscle firmly. My eyes followed my hands but she kept looking straight at me. With my hands on her obliques she changed to a lat pose with her hands at her waist. Her lats exploded and I had to sit up a bit to get to feel them properly. I couldn't believe how thick and dense they felt. My hands moved upwards and back towards her back. I got a quick feel of the muscular landscape before she gently pushed me on to my back again.
Marielle moved towards me and grabbed my dick. She rose, leaned forward and put her right arm beside my head to keep her balance. Her left hand guided my dick to her pussy and she slowly let me inside of her. She was really wet and had no problem taking me in. She moaned quietly and lowered herself on to me but stopped and let out a louder more abrupt moan and slid herself up again.
-Are you Ok?
-Yeah, just give me a little time Carl. It's a lot to take in!
She giggled and for the first time she didn't seem like the mature, serious woman I made her out to be (to me everyone older than 25 was a real grown up).
I put my left hand on her chest, squeezing her nipple between my fingers and my other hand on her back letting it explore her rhythmically moving muscles as she slowly started moving up and down while kissing my neck.
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I love that it's kind of awkward between the two. It makes it rather cute. Carl's superhuman refractory period makes up for his general inexperience and maybe Marielle feels a little weird bedding a younger guy.
Hot stuff. Keep going.
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At first she was really quiet and her face was stern, almost like she was focusing on a task. I let my hand move down to her pussy and caught her clit between my fingers. She let out a grunt and tilted her head backwards. As I continued massaging her clit she moved more rapidly on top of me. She removed her hand from beside my head and straightened her back, she put her hands on my stomach and slowly lowered herself until her pussy touched the root of my dick. She didn't say anything, just looked me fiercely, leaned forward and started moving again. I couldn't read her. I didn't know if she was about to cry, laugh or wanted to kill me. I thought of my ex real quickly. She never had any problem taking me in and she never said anything. I wandered if it was her or Marielle who was different.
(Now I know it was my ex. I met her at a bar a few years later. ”Fuck Carl! You ruined me for sex. I thought that was how it's supposed to be but better. Shame I didn't know.” I didn't care to answer. She broke my heart and I was still upset. It wasn't my fault she was so big down there.)
Suddenly Marielle grabbed my wrist and threw my arm out the side. I lost control of her now stiff clit. She started moving faster and more rhythmically and then slower and more irregular until I felt her insides clenching me and she let out a really loud moan. She laid herself on top of me, my dick still inside her. Her legs and upper body started twitching and I felt her insides pulsating. I kept on moving but more slowly in and out of her.
-Jesus! Fuck! Aaaahhh! Fuck Carl!
She put her hand over my face and squeezed. It hurt but I didn't care. I gave a thrust and she screamed aloud. Making her twitch even more.
She got off me and laid on her back, her thighs and midsection still moving a little.
I started licking her chest and abs while my hand found it's way down to her pussy. She was so wet and I wanted more.
As soon as I felt her compulsory movements slowing down I got on my knees, turned her over, grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto her knees and elbows. I let the tip of my dick press gently against her pussy. I felt her spasm lightly again and I just stood there with my dick pressing against her.
I started exploring and massaging her massive back. Seeing her from behind was beautiful. I looked down on her broad muscular back and slim waist, pulled my dick downwards and let her glutes touch my hips. The sight was too sexy to take in.
After I massaged her firm back for a minute she reached down, grabbed my dick and moved it towards her pussy again. I grabbed her traps and when I felt her wet pussy I pulled her closer letting my dick slide inside until her ass hit my upper thighs.
-Aahhh!!!
Marielle let out a guttural sound and let her head down onto the pillow.
This time I won't ask if she's ok I thought and kept going, her glutes smacking against me with every thrust I made. It almost hypnotized me. We kept going for a while before I moved my hands upwards her back and grabbed one of her traps with one hand and her musclular ass with the other. As I pulled her harder against me I saw her arching and freezing up a bit. I let go of her traps and ass, grabbed her waist with both my hands and fucked her with everything I had. I felt her orgasm coming again. I held on until I came with full force inside her. I pushed my dick inside her as hard as I could and I heard a muffled scream through the pillow. She tried to lay down but I held her up and kept my dick inside her. Her glutes and thighs were still twitching as I let my last cum go inside her before letting her go. She collapsed on her stomach slightly moving compulsory a few times more from her orgasm. As I was standing over her naked body I tried to take it all in. ”Is this real? Will anybody find out? Do I even care?”. I laid down beside her. I felt dizzy, almost high.
Marielle looked at me with her mouth wide.
-You... Aghhh...
Her midsection twitched and her eyes rolled up her head. I turned her on her side and put my arms around her giving her a tight hug, my dick still pulsating against her stomach.
-”You really like that, don't you?” I said and smiled.
-Fuck you Carl! Fuck you!
She laughed and hugged me.
-You asked for it Marielle!
I was exhausted and laid on my back. She wrapped her leg and arm around me and kissed my cheek.
-Thank you Carl!
I looked at her askingly. I'd never been thanked after sex before. She got up on her elbow.
-I really needed to feel... wanted.
I kissed her and smiled feeling like the luckiest man alive,
-Seriously, I mean it! I really needed this. Marielle said and gave me a serious look. I felt like I had to tell her the truth.
-Well... I wanted this since I saw you in your dress yesterday. I can't believe it's true. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You don't have to thank me.
I kissed her and held her tight while stroking her back.
In a few minutes she'd fallen asleep. I Rolled her over on her back and got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I looked at the clock on the microwave oven. It was only 20:05. I would've guessed it was a lot later.
I walked back to Marielles bed and sat down beside her. She didn't wake, just moved a little and made a quiet sound. She looked so beautiful. Her characteristics, that I found rough and disappointing at first looked so beautiful and feminine now. I sat there sipping my water, looking at her not knowing what to feel. With all her muscles and strength she looked so delicate now and I felt my heart starting to pound harder. This time not from lust but something deeper. Fuck, was I falling in love?
Marielle rolled over on her stomach. I sat closer and gently started scratching her back. My nails were really worn down from work but she seemed to like it and woke up. I expected her to be surprised but she looked really comfortable, pulled the sheet down, laid on her back and smiled.
-Yes please! More!
I continued scratching her back from her traps, down her back to her butt and even her hamstrings from stroke to stroke. I was getting hard again.
-It's fucking freezing! Come lay down, Marielle said without looking at me.
I lay beside her and covered us with the sheets. She grabbed my hand, turned on her side and pulled me closer to spoon her. My dick placed itself between her glutes down to her upper thighs. She pulled me even closer and moved my hand up to her chest and gently pressed it against her.
I kissed her neck from behind and remembered the first time I stayed at Anna's. Perfume and sweat. Now I knew where it came from.
As my dick pressed against her ass I started rubbing myself against her.
She turned her head towards me.
-Can't we just lay here for a while. Just hold me, please!
I felt embarrassed and kind of relieved. I pulled the sheets up and hugged her tightly with my hand cupping her pec with her nipple between my fingers.
We laid there keeping warm and I didn't know if she was awake. I was still hard and pressing against her inner thighs. After a while I moved my hand down from her chest down to her stomach and started caressing it.
-What time is it? Marielle asked.
-Should be like 20:30.
-That early? Thought it would be later. You want to watch a movie?
-Yeah, sure!
-Lets just lay here for a few more minutes first, ok?
We laid there for 30 minutes before she got up and got to the kitchen. I stayed in bed watching her beautiful body move. Marielles bed had a full view of the kitchen. I'd watch Anna make coffee, dinner and smoke so many cigarettes from the kitchen window there.
Marielle was naked. She opened the cubbard, took out a big jar, poured a powder into a plastic container, shook it and started drinking.
-Is it good?
She lowered her jug and looked at me like I'd offended her.
-Maybe it's not that tasty but it's good for me. Ok?
-Yeah, ok! I was just just asking.
She walked past me to her way to the closet where she took out thin sweat pants and the same tank top she had on the night before.
-Come on!
I slipped out of bed and put on my clothes from earlier. I walked over to the sofa and sat down.
Marielle was fooling around with the VHS-tapes (this was 1996, remember?).
-I've wanted to see this one for a while now.
She put on ”Leaving Las Vegas” and snugged up against me in the sofa.
All I wanted to do was talk to her really but the film was really good and I was glued to it.
Marielle fell asleep after an hour and decided to leave for her bed but I watched the whole thing.
I set my alarm for work the next day and looked at my sheets neatly folded at the end of the sofa, then at Marielle in her bed with her tanktop slightly pulled down from moving in her sleep.
I walked over to Marielle, got undressed and laid down beside her. I couldn't help myself from feeling her muscles, from her back and front down to her legs. With my nose buried in her hair I fell asleep.
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Zander, this is the best story I've read on this site. Don't know if it's finished but I think it's great as is even if it's done. You capture aspects of realistic intimacy that tend to be left out of practically all the other stories. The awkwardness and Marielle's shyness in particular. I could go on and on, but thanks. K+ 35
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My alarm clock rang at 07:00. I looked around but couldn't see Marielle. As I got up I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. I walked to the kitchen, got a glass of water and put on coffee.
I looked out the window into the cold, dark autumn morning and thought of last night. It felt like a dream. I almost scared and a little ashamed. I wondered how Marielle felt about it.
After a while she came out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
-Oh, your up. Good morning! She said and smiled.
My worries of how she felt about last night was gone as soon as I saw her but I had a morning erection and I felt embarrassed (although it shouldn't matter after last night) so I stayed half turned away from her.
She unwrapped the towel and threw it on the bed. Seeing her naked body in the dim light was beautiful. She walked over to the closet and put on panties and a sports bra.
I headed to the bathroom.
-Hey! I don't get a morning kiss? She said as I passed her.
-Sorry, I...
-Relax Carl, I'm kidding.
I walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She didn't seem to care about my erection although it was quite obvious.
I took a long shower to warm up and went for the kitchen to get a cup of coffee wrapped in my towel.
Marielle was fiddling about with something when got out of the bathroom and it looked like she was trying to hide something from me. She held one hand behind her back and smiled nervously. As I poured me a cup of coffee she hurried to her bed. It was a bit weird but I didn't think much of it.
-You want coffee? I shouted and turned around.
Marielle was doing something in a sports bag next to her bed.
-Ehh, no thanks. I'm good. She said without looking up.
I finished my coffee while Marielle packed her gym bag and made a protein shake. She seemed a little off and a bit stressed.
-I hope Anna stays with Mike more nights this week. I said in a witty way to get her attention.
She stopped shaking her drink and looked at me. First with a look I couldn't read, almost like she thought I was being ironic but then she smiled and walked over to me.
-You know what Carl? So do I. You're so sweet but I really have to go now. I'll see you tonight. At what time do you get home?
-23:00 I hope. It was wishful thinking but I really wanted her to be awake when I got home and Mondays I finished a bit earlier than usual.
She kissed me on the cheek, got dressed and left.
I stood in the kitchen in my towel and wondered what she felt for me. For me it was serious and I was starting to fall for her on a higher level than just physical where I'd already fallen deeper than I ever had before. It felt like she saw it more like something fun for the moment. It made me feel really insecure but I decided to make the best of it while it lasted.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth and went to work.
Of course I didn't finish 23:00 that night. When I came home Marielle was asleep and Anna was studying in her room. I rolled out the bed sheets and went to sleep on the sofa quite grumpy due to a shitty day at work. I thought about a few restaurants I wanted to aply for before going to sleep.
When I woke up Marielle was gone and Anna was still asleep. Off to work. A really good day at the restaurant so I went for a beer with one of the cooks after we'd finished. I told him of the more ambitious restaurants I wanted to apply for and it turned out he knew a cook at one of them and that he would talk to him.
I got home around 01:00 to find the same scenario as the night before. I regretted going out after work when I saw Marielle sleeping in her bed but tried to think of my new job opportunity.
I woke up with Marielle sitting next to me on the sofa stroking my hair.
-You don't have to sleep alone you know. I was waiting for you. Marielle smiled and her blue eyes sparkled in the little light that came in through the window.
She was wrapped in her towel after a shower and her hair hair was wet.
-I, ehhh... Ok, but... But what about Anna? I blurred out and rubbed my eyes.
-She won't notice and even if she does... Who cares, right? Marielle whispered and giggled.
Still dizzy from sleep I got up on my elbow and let my hand get underneath her towel. As I rubbed her abs and breast the towel came off and I kissed her nipples. She got up and walked away wrapping herself in the towel again.
I looked as she got ready to go to the gym. The whole procedure with putting on gym clothes and making the protein shake was kind of cute.
She left without saying anything. Maybe she thought I'd went back to sleep. I got up and got ready for work. Determined to finish early and get home to Marielle before she'd fallen asleep.
Work was ok. I called and was asked to come and try out for a position at the restaurant where the cook I worked with knew someone. I worked as fast as I could to get home to Marielle but when you're at lowest rank you never get quite done until everyone else has left.
When I got home Marielle was asleep wrapped up in her sheet and I could see a light from Annas room telling me she was studying. Not a surprise.
After washing up and brushing my teeth I stripped down to my underwear and laid down behind Marielle. I slowly snug closer until I was spooning her and then just laid there, my raging erection pressing against her butt. She didn't wake up and I didn't wake her. If I could go back in time I would have but at the time I didn't dare. I caressed her abs, lats and breast before going to sleep.
When I woke Marielle was gone. Beside me laid a note with ”Thank you for keeping me warm /M” scribbled on it beside me.
After work some friends picked me up and we went out. I ended up sleeping on the sofa at a friends place after an afterpary that was pretty dull. I managed to get my ass to work in time and just tried to get through the day. I thought alot of Marielle that day but tried to get my prep done as fast as possible. At 14:00 Anna showed up, got changed and started working. We almost never spoke during service but tonight she kept eying me and smiling smart at me.
After service was done and we cleaned the kitchen I stayed out of sight from our chef to keep from helping with the dishes. As I was heading up to the locker room Anna grabbed me from behind and turned me. She was still wearing her white work shirt but had it buttoned down showing a deep cleavage and her bra straps.
-I'm staying at Mike's tonight you know. She said and gave me a wry smile.
-Ok! I said and I tried to look cool but instantly thought of Marielle.
-What the fuck Carl... I know. I get it, ok? We're friends you know. Me and Marielle. We talk... I just wanted you to know. You can do whatever you like tonight. You can do it when I'm there too but... I'm staying with Mike tonight, so you know.
I felt a bit anxious and tried to come up with something to say but Anna moved in closer trapping me against the wall. She pressed her lovely tits against me and grabbed my dick. I tried to hold back but felt my erection growing.
-If only I had known... Would've been fun! Anna said and bursted into laughter.
I looked down into her cleavage and saw her walking away. She was so hot and such a tease.
I left before Anna and walked really fast back to her place. Marielle was asleep but I woke her, kissed her and started feeling her wonderful body.
We had sex. It was even better than our first time. Maybe not as passionate, but it felt so good. She seemed so conscious of my admiration of her muscles and let me know by flexing wherever my hands went to explore. This time she orgasmed just before me and after I came she lay on her stomach and pulled me close before falling asleep.
I scratched her muscular back a few minutes and then set my alarm early as I was getting ready to move before work the next day.
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Marielle was in the shower when my alarm rang. I got up and looked through the three boxes I was going to send in a taxi to Peters place. I felt bad for him having to get up early and carry boxes up three stairs but I had no option.
I heard the shower stop but Marielle really took her time in there.
-Everything OK? I really needed to go. I knocked and tried to sound sound at ease although it was quite an emergancy.
-Just give me a second. Marielle sounded like I caught her off guard.
After a minute she came out. Fully nude with her towel wrapped in her hand behind her back. She gave me a quick kiss and started packing her gym bag.
I went to the bathroom, showered and freshened up. When I got out Marielle was ready to leave.
She was in the hallway, She dropped her bag, walked up to me and looked me in the eye.
-It's too bad your leaving. I like you Carl. You'll have to keep in touch, OK? She gave me a soft kiss, turned and walked away.
I was prretty taken by the moment. I was falling for her and she made it sound like a brief business meeting.
-How? I sounded like a puppy left home alone. Neither one of us had mobile phones (1996, remember), let alone social media.
-Let me give you my new number. I ran to the kitchen, got out a piece of paper and scribbled down Peters home number.
-Please, call me. I said really needy. She put the paper in her pocket, kissed me again and left.
I was alone. Still wrapped in my towel. Already longing for Marielle. Her newly showered nude body was all I could think of. I was also pretty concerned. She didn't seem to care about the note with my number that much. She didn't seem to care that I was leaving the same way I cared about it. I was a fucking mess.
I sent my stuff in the taxi and went to work. It was a really shitty day and evening. I couldn't focus. I got so much shit from the other cooks. When I took the train to my new home I thought of Marielle While I unpacked a few things. How was I supposed to make it work.
New home, new bed, no sleep... The next day I went to the restaurant I wanted to work at and was offered a position. Lowest rank but it was better than what I had now. When asked when I could start I said ”Now”. Nothing had me chained to my last job except Anna and through her Marielle. I was paid under the table and had nothing to loose. I signed a contract and promised to turn up the next day for training at the staition I'd applied for.
This was it. This was for real. A real paycheck. This was a good restaurant and I, an insecure little brat was offered a job. I wanted to make it there so bad I was ready to put the rest of my (really simple) life on hold.
Next morning I came in to my old work and went to see one of the owners right away. I told him I quit to start a new job and he, just as I thought and expected because I' heard stories of it, told me to leave and never come back. He didn't quite live up to the rumors of him getting fits, throwing stuff and screaming his lungs out. But then, I was a nobody to him.
I went straight to the new restaurant and asked if I could start that day. The head chef laughed and said that he liked the enthusiasm, showed me to the locker room. I was in.
The next couple of weeks was a blur of working alot to keep up and trying to keep in touch with friends although I saw less and less of them and more and more of the people I worked with. Even on days off. I was not nearly as skilled as the other cooks so I had to work overtime all the time to get things done and service was hell in the beginning. I thought the head chef was going to kill me every other day but slowly I got into it. Weeks turned into months and before I knew it I'd been there a year. Although the youngest I started to feel like an accepted part of the team.
Marielle never called. I tried calling her at Anna's a few times the first weeks after I moved out. Usually there was no answer. Anna picked up a few times. The first time I asked her if I'd left a chef's knife at her place to cover up. She said she missed me and really hated me for not saying goodbuy when I left the restaurant. We chatted for a while and I gave her my home number. The next time she saw through me and said straight away that Marielle wasn't there. Same thing after that. The last time I called, must have been about three and a half months after I moved out Anna told me Marielle had moved out too and asked me if I wanted to get a coffee beore work the next day. I lied and said I had plans but got Marielle's new adress. I looked at the paper with the adress many nights that year and told myself I'd go there the next day but I never got around to it.
During that year I met a few girls whom I hooked up with. Mostly one night stands after work at bars but I met a girl after work who I recognised as a waitress at a restaurant near by one night. Her name was Maria and she was born in Aruba. She was beautiful, funny and smart. We dated for about two months and the sex was great. We would hook up after work and go to my place since she still lived at home. We had alot of fun and really connected. Everything was great but she could sense something was wrong and there was. I couldn't stop thinking of Marielle. Maria told me to figure out what I wanted and we broke up. We kept running into eachother though and still to this day she is one of my best friends.
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One day in december I was buying christmas gifts for my family with the little money I had left after paying rent and having drinks with my work collegues. I was looking at a nice wine opener for my older brother but thought I might as well give him something he likes, like a bottle of whisky when I felt a hand on my shoulder...
I turned around and there was Marielle. My heart started pounding hard and I felt a little light headed. She was smiling and I tried my best not to look as shocked as I was.
She didn't have the same tan and her face was sharper and more chiseled than when I last saw her. She still looked great and her sharp features were even more accentuated.
-Marielle, hi! My voice almost cracked from being so nervous.
-Hi Carl! How are you? You're out shopping for christmas?
Her voice was different, a little deeper. I got a bit confused but shook it off.
-Yeah, but it's difficult. You know, with what everyone likes and stuff. I'm thinking of buying whisky and a few different nice cheeses for all of us to share on christmas day instead. As I said this I nervously looked down to her body. She was wearing a winter jacket and loose fitting pants so I didn't see her features.
-Aaaahhh... Don't mention cheese. I would kill for a nice cheese right now. I'm also out looking for gifts. I only have to shop for my mom and dad but that's hard enough. She paused for a bit and asked:
-You want to take break? Have a coffee?
I was still confused about her voice but so happy to see her and also craving a coffee. We went to a small café nearby. We walked out of the store. I stopped and looked a pair of gloves quickly then ran to catch up with Marielle. As I came closer I noticed her walking weird. Different than last time we met with her legs more apart. I thought it might be an illusion of the pants and caught up.
-Anna told me you got a new job at a really good restaurant. Congratulations! How is it?
To me Marielle sounded really superficial and not the same as a year ago when I felt we really connected.
-It's good... Great... You know, it's a good place and I learn so much every day. I haven't talked to Anna in a long time. Last I heard she said you moved out.
I mumbled the words but stopped, thought for a second, took a deep breath and said:
-Listen! I tried to call you and get in touch with you so many times. I left my number but you never called. I've thought alot about you... And I still do. If you don't want to see me, say so. So I can move on.
There were so many emotions fighting that I almost started crying. I stared into my coffee cup.
Marielle just looked at me. I remember thinking how different she looked from a year ago. Older.
She grabbed my hand from across the table and looked down. Her hands were rough and veiny just like I remembered them.
We sat for a few seconds before she spoke.
-Sorry Carl... It was just such a mess with everything then. I just needed to let go and you were there. I feel like I used you. I'm a bit ashamed. Anna thought it was really cool and she told me to call you but I just had too much personal stuff going on. After moving out I don't have much contact with her.
-But I... I tried to say something about how I felt but she interrupted me.
-I'm sorry, ok? I never meant to make you feel like that. I'm not used to being on this end of a relation.
She looked away and sighed, took a pause and continued.
-I got a job at a chiropractor clinic, at first it's only half time but I'm also working at the gym where I work out with setting routines for members (personal trainers wasn't really common job here back then).
She took another pause and slammed her palms on the table.
-Aaahhh, fuck! I'm so bad at this... Feelings and shit. I have to thank you though. You really pushed me in the right direction with my training. You encouraged me. Really! She grabbed my hand again and squeezed it hard.
I was confused. She seemed so much more energetic but very out of focus. I didn't really want to say more and my coffee was finished. She gave me her number and we decided to do something together between christmas and new year's.
Christmas came and went (the cheese and whisky was appreciated).
I went home to mine and Peters place and 5 minutes after stepping through the door the telephone rang.
It was Marielle and she wanted to meet up.
-Not at a bar, something fun. She said sounding really excited.
After trying to come up with something she suggested I should come to her place. She had a film she was eager to see in case we couldn't come up with anything else.
I freshened up and headed over. I had checked her adress so many times I didn't even have to think when I left.
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I was quite nervous and shaky as I rang her door bell. I hadn''t seen her in a year and two months, except the brief coffee before Christmas, but I'd thought about her almost every day since we last met.
Marielle opened the door with a smile and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She wore loose fitting black pants and an oversized white shirt. She looked lovely and relaxed although I hadn't really adapted to her chiseled face yet.
She showed me around the apartment really quickly. It was a studio flat and it was almost empty except for training clothes hanging to dry all over so the detour was short. As I followed her around the apartment I noticed her walk again.
She looked a little nervous. A look I'd never seen in her before.
-You want a glass of wine? A beer... No wait, I don't have any beers. Wine? She walked over to her kitchen.
-Ok, a glass of wine would be nice. I followed her and looked at her from behind. She'd cut her hair a little shorter and it looked really good on her. She also looked like she was bigger than when we last met. It was hard to tell with her loose fitting jeans and shirt but it really looked so.
She opened a bottle of white, poured me a glass and gave it to me.
-Thanks. You're not having any? I felt akward drinking alone.
-Hmm, I don't know. I haven't been drinking in a long time. But I... she fell silent and looked at me.
-Why? I mean... Not that it's weird or anything but...
-No, but I've been training a lot and it doesn't go well with alcohol. Maybe I'll have a glass tonight though. I'm kind of going into a less intense period now. Marielle made a little dance move as she finished her sentence.
-I can tell you've been training. You look bigger... But tell me what's been up the last year? I sat down on a chair in her kitchen, took a sip of my wine and was ready to hear her story.
-Bigger? Really? I feel quite small... Compared to... Ok, let's take it from the start. I'm so fucking sorry for not calling you but I was a mess, like I said when we met before Christmas.
Marielle poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip.
-So after you left I got really serious with my training. I met this guy at the gym...
I raised my eyebrows and signaled that maybe I didn't want to hear this.
-Carl! Nothing like that. He started helping me with my routine in the gym and really coached me to go further. He's been my coach and he's great. Nothing else, ok?! He has helped a lot of people go really far. So I'm greatful. I've been eating good and training like a a maniac and it's been great. I've pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable of by far. I Started bulking up like crazy. I've never done that before. It felt really good but a little weird because it's so far from why I started working out in the first place. The difference from when he started coaching me has been crazy... Really.
That's when I moved out of Anna's as well.
-Yeah, what happened there? I sincerely wanted to know but also wanted Marielle to keep on talking about her training. I was getting hard just hearing about it.
-Well... I got the job at the chiropractor studio and with the different clients at the gym so I could afford a place of my own but really... She got really controlling. When I took control of my life I think she lost her control over me and it pissed her off.
I was confused. Anna never seemed to me like a person who wanted to control people.
-How? I asked.
-She just didn't approve of my life anymore. With my training and stuff. She started talking of me wasting my life and steroids and shit and I just had enough.
I wanted to ask her about steroids because I'd been thinking about it ever since I met her before Christmas and heard that her voice had changed... But I didn't. I had gotten used to her voice and her dieted down look so I let it go.
-I got my own place, moved out, trained like crazy and worked. Me and Will, my trainer even decided I'm going to compete. I signed up for a competition this December but I chickened out the last minute. Now I wished I'd done it. I even kept the diet to see how I would finish. It was just before Christmas and I haven't let loose yet so that's why the wine is a big deal. Chicken, rice and steamed vegetable for months you know...
-Really? That's amazing! I must have sounded like an idiot. I couldn't believe what I heard. I had almost thought she gave up her training and that's why she looked bigger.
-I don't feel that amazing though. Bulking was great, I could really feel the difference. It was quite a rush. The past months though... With the dieting... I've felt like shit. I'm moody, edgy and craving for more to eat all the time. I was supposed to stop before Christmas but kept it up. Turkey without skin and stuffing... For you really. Since I knew we were meeting up.
She gave me a wry smile and moved closer.
-For me? I didn't believe her and sounded quite ironic.
-Yeah, for you! Her tone of voice changed and she sounded a bit upset.
-We can go down to the pub right away if you want. I sure as fuck could go for a bite. She said and walked past me. Clearly upset.
The whole mood swing caught me off guard and it took me a few seconds to reconnect.
I got up and grabbed her before she got to the hall. I grabbed her hand with one hand and her shoulder with the other.
Oh my God! She was so full and firm around her shoulder.
-What? Let's go! Let's go eat something... somewhere. She shook out of my grip and reached for her jacket.
-Marielle, come on! It's not like you've been THAT eager to catch up the past year... You're serious?
-Of course I am Carl. She calmed down, threw her jacket on the floor, grabbed me and gave me a kiss.
-I've missed that. She said and walked into the apartment.
-Ok... Show me! I said nervously.
-Sorry Carl. I'm just so edgy from the diet. You want to see? Ok, wait! She was already on her way into her closet. This will do! She pulled out a pair of rubber bands.
-I got them when I injured my shoulder a few years ago. She shouted and gave me a sweet smile.
-For what?
-Well, for rehabilitation. Don't get any ideas... There's not much resistance with these but we'll see.
Marielle put the rubber band under her feet and started curling her biceps. I sat down and watched. She went on to her triceps, shoulders and back. She did it quickly and super concentrated. She locked the band under the sofa to do her chest, back and front of her legs and did about twenty pushups and twenty squats after that. She kept talking about her training routines but I couldn't focus. I felt the same blur I did when we first met almost one and a half years ago.
I sat in my chair in her kitchen and looked at her. Still in her loose fitting pants and shirt going through the exercises without effort.
Just seeing her work out got me really hard and this time I didn't feel the need to hide it. I leaned back and let it show.
After finishing her squats she started walking towards me.
-That's pretty lame but I think it got my blood pumping a bit... Fuck! I feel a bit nervous around you Carl.
-No, why? It should be the other way around... Remember?
-I'm still nervous Carl but... Here goes!
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You can't do that... that's not fair to end here :D
I am excited which way it will continue.
Fantatstic so far.
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You can't do that... that's not fair to end here :D
I am excited which way it will continue.
Fantatstic so far.
thats soo true :D :D
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That was a great chapter! good work.
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I'm... WOW! This story is amazing! It's well-written and feels very romantic, yet natural! I really like stories where the lovers are tender and intimate with each other and the sex scene actually left me feeling a little misty-eyed. I'd really find it to be rather erotic if Marielle ended up getting a lot more muscular (but her size falls within the realm of reality), but most of all, I hope that Carl and Marielle have a happy ending when the story finally finishes (not that I'm eager for that to happen). K+!
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She unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor.
I couldn't believe it. Her legs were so big and defined. Up there with professional bodybuilders really. She stepped out of her pants and took a few steps closer. I could see a few veins rippling down her inner thighs getting thicker as they came down to her calves and feet.
-Holy shit! Marielle, that's crazy! You weren't kidding...
That was all I managed to say. My cock was pressing against my pants like mad and I just wanted to touch her.
Then she flexed. Oh my god! Her legs exploded with threads of muscle. Defined quads with tear drop shaped muscle coming down to her knee caps. I grabbed my head and leaned back further into my chair. Not quite able to take in what I was seeing.
-You like it? She crossed her legs and flexed again, this time pulling her long shirt up and revealing her hips and black panties.
I didn't get a chance to answer before she turned around an bent over with her back to me. The mass and striations in her glutes and hamstrings bulged out towards me and it was to much for me to take. I got up. Her calves hadn't changed that much from last time except from a few veins running across them and I remembered the first time I laid eyes on them.
-You look amazing! I whispered and started walking over.
-Yeah? As I said I regret not going in to that contest. I might have placed good. Will told me to but my confidence isn't always on top you know. Wait... Stay there.
I stopped about two meters from her while she started unbuttoning her shirt. After the third button I could see the striations in her pecs above her training bra as she fiddled about. I couldn't believe it, she looked massive. Like I've only seen in magazines and on TV. I followed every button and saw her six pack revealing itself. Perfect blocks of muscle even without flexing.
She let her shirt fall to the floor and stood there looking at me.
She wore black panties and a quite revealing black sports bra. She was still breathing heavily from her ”lame” pump and her torso rose and sunk with every breath. She looked amazing... Freaky.
I couldn't believe how much she had grown since last I saw her. From a bigger physique model to a hard core bodybuilder. Everything was bigger, from her traps down to her calves but she was also so much more shredded. Striated with veins looking like they were about to burst. The biggest change were her arms, pecs and shoulders. Even relaxed they looked like they were about to break her skin and her lats made her arms rest unnaturally far from her torso.
My pulse was racing and I had to take a step back and take few deep breaths to calm down.
-Say something... You look shocked. Carl, come on.
-I don't know what to say. You... You look fucking amazing Marielle. It's crazy!
-So you like it? I had a feeling you would. She spread her legs a bit and made a double bicep pose.
I was in shock. Her arms were massive.
She really looked like like a national level bodybuilder. She continued going trough a few poses. I could see she had been practicing those. She held them with so much more confidence now. She turned around and spread her lats like wings before letting all her muscles explode in a back double bicep pose.
I got up, a bit bent over because of my raging hard on and walked towards her. She turned to face me and flexed her abs. She had one of the deepest cut, best six packs I'd ever seen on anyone. Man or woman.
I put my hand on her stomach. She was warm and rock hard. There wasn't a gram of fat on her and the only thing soft were the veins coming from her obliques. She put her arms behind her head and flexed harder. I instinctively put my other hand on her bicep. I should've guessed but I couldn't believe how hard it was. I could see the muscle fibers trough her skin.
Marielle let one arm down and pulled her bra down between her pecs and flexed one of them. It just popped out with separations going from her shoulder to the center of her rib cage.
I let my fingers stroke her from her neck over her shredded pec down to her abs again. I could see her nipple getting stiff.
-You see?! I almost have boobs now. She said and smiled.
I smiled and we kissed. I let my hands explore her back and glutes.
-I can't believe how much muscle you put on. It's really crazy. You should've entered that contest. You would've won.
-No I wouldn't, but I would had placed quite high I think. Next time though... I interrupted her with kissing her neck moving down to her chest.
She responded by taking her bra off. I had almost forgotten her amazing nipples, how nice it was to let my tongue fool around with them and suck them until they were fully erect. I grabbed both her lats to get full control. I could feel her flexing. Her lats and pecs exploded in my hands and mouth and I let out a moan.
Marielle pulled off my shirt and flexed her biceps again. I let my hands caress her before she took my hand and led me to her bed.
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As we got to her bed I stopped her. I wanted to touch her more. She just smiled and started undoing my jeans. I kissed her again and grabbed her glutes. How I'd missed her glutes. The girls I'd been with the last year had nice butts but grabbing Marielle's, now even bigger and more solid butt made them feel floppy and small.
She pulled my jeans and briefs down and grabbed my raging hard on, broke our kiss and whispered in my ear:
-I've really missed you Carl.
While kissing my torso she slowly got on her knees. She looked up at me and put my dick in her mouth. I couldn't believe it. I'd never gotten a blowjob before and I moved back. She looked up at me again and giggled.
-Relax Carl... It's Ok!
-I'm sorry, it's just I never...
Before I could finish my sentence she took me in again and started massaging me with her tounge.
As I looked down on her I remember thinking how weird, and yet arousing it felt to have this powerful woman on her knees giving me a blowjob. Her pecs pressed together by her biceps working with both her hands on my dick. Her traps were a bit flexed from holding her arms up.
From time to time she looked up at me with a very innocent look.
I wasn't going to hold on for much longer. I grabbed her hard traps and looked up into the ceiling.
-Marielle! I'm coming! I said trying to warn her.
She took the first shot in her mouth then moved out the way and watched me shoot my load onto her floor much to her pleasure.
I collapsed on my back on her bed with my briefs and jeans still around my ankles. Marielle tore them off and stood up.
-I'll never get tired of seeing that. That's crazy! She laughed and leaned in for a kiss.
As I laid naked on my back Marielle got to the kithen and got a glass of water. Seeing her walk to the kitchen, drinking her water and then walking back was quite a sight. It was dark outside now and her body was lit and shadowed from the streetlights and few lights inside the apartment. She looked amazing. The dim light really accentuating every muscle on her ripped body. I could see the striations in her back from the street light as she was drinking her water in the kitchen.
She came back to bed with a glass of water for me.
-So... What do you wan't to do now? I got on my back, she laughed and straddeld me.
I smiled, sat up and kissed her. I gave her a really passionate kiss and she responded. She leaned forward and I fell backwards. She put both her hands on the side of my ribs and I started feeling her forearms up to her triceps and biceps. It had only been minutes since I felt them but I still quite couldn't grasp it. I moved down her lats and waist and started pulling her panties down. She wiggled her legs but I had to struggle to get them down her massive thighs. She kicked them off and I moved my hands along her hamstrings and naked glutes up her back and then down her obliques towards her pussy.
She kept kissing me as I moved in. Her bush was still as neatly trimmed and I let my hand slip downwards... Damn! I felt her clit. It felt bigger. Not much but definitely bigger.
Was it the steroids? Was it that she was just so dieted down? I didn't know back then.
She looked at me with a questioning look. Like she wanted me to say something. I didn't. I let my ring and middle finger massage her swollen clit. Marielle moaned, grabbed my dick and guided it to her wet pussy. I felt my dick entering her. She started going up and down slowly but took in more and more and started going faster.
Her hands were on my shoulders and the sight of her arms, lats and pecs flexed as she held herself on top of me was breathtaking. Veins and muscle everywhere. Her pecs looked like were about to explode with only a small cleavage between the massive, shredded muscle pulsating above my face.
I had to touch, squeeze and pinch where ever I could. Marielle didn't seem to matter. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be fully engaged in herself.
It felt so nice and I reached down and felt her clit. It was sliding up and down my dick. I took it between my fingers and pushed it harder against my dick. She moaned. A loud and primitive moan, I thought of her changed voice again. She continued making noises as I pressed her clit against my dick. Her moans became deeper as her eyes started rolling back.
I knew she was about to come so I flipped her over on her back. She opened her eyes.
-Fuck me hard Carl!
She put her massive calves on my shoulders and pulled me in. I didn't think she were that flexible.
I gave it my best. Her abs were flexing and unflexing with every thrust I made.
I was on top of her until I felt her pussy clenching my insides and she grabbed hold of my shoulders. She lifted me up and looked straight into my eyes. She had a look of innocence, vengeance and gratitude at the same time. Marielle put her massive legs aroud my back, threw me around and pulled me closer. I could feel her starting to come. I grabbed her glutes and gave her a few more thrusts until I felt my orgasm coming. She started coming just before me. She screamed aloud but I grabbed her waist and finished with her vibrating pussy still twitching on top of me.
We just laid there for a minute before she rose and I got a look at her magnificant body. She was still breathing heavily and held her self up with her hands on my stomach.
Her arms and pecs were flexed while her abs were blowing up with every breath.
She was still coming and her whole upper body twitched with her every compulsory move.
We started kissing with my dick still inside her. My dick was still twitching when she rolled on to her back.
-Holy shit Carl! Have you been training?
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You paint a very vivid and enjoyable picture of what it's like when they make love, Zander! I can't honestly say that I've ever had an opportunity to lose my virginity, but... DANG, that was an intense description of that scene! K+!
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-What? No? What do you mean? I was confused as I laid down on my side beside her.
-I mean have you been practicing?
-Well I...
-Haha! Relax Carl, I'm just kidding. Take it as a compliment. That was fucking amazing.
Marielle turned again and let out a sigh. I laid silent for a while admiring her muscular back. I noticed a bruise on the right side of her butt. I started caressing her and stopped at the bruise.
-What happened here? She rolled over on her side and gave me an uneasy look.
-I... I bumped into something. She looked at me for a few seconds before she broke out in one of her wonderful smiles and pushed me on to my back. She straddled me, grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head.
I didn't know what to do. I tried to move but she just held me tighter. Her flexed pecs were just above my face and her still soaked pussy pressed against my stomach. I was still hard and felt my dick resting between her glutes.
-I could keep you here you know! You could be my sex slave... And you'd cook for me. She giggled and gave me a kiss.
-I'd love that! I said and kissed her nipples.
-You wouldn't dare to break out of here, she said, let go of my wrists and made a most muscular pose.
Her upper body exploded with muscles and veins. I was shocked, almost afraid but ran my hands up her rock hard arms, onto her delts and traps. The veins in her neck looked like they were about to pop. She relaxed and went into a most muscular again. I ran my fingers down her cleavage of striated muscle fibers. I felt my dick pressing harder against her ass when she suddenly got up.
-Speaking of food... I'm starving. You want to go eat somewhere? She walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
-What's open today? I asked still in a daze from the most muscular vision in front of me seconds ago.
-There's an Indian place right down the street. It's still early and they're open all the time. I know because I walk past there on my way here and back from where ever I go. As I said, I'm starting a bulk period now and I really feel like getting stuffed. Marielle moved to the bathroom while talking.
-Bulk period?
-Yeah!
-What's that?
-I told you before... A period of eating like a horse and training like a maniac, Marielle shouted from the bathroom. More protein, more food, more muscle!
-I'm pretty sure you said less intense period but... More muscle is fine with me, I shouted back.
Marielle got out of the bathroom and started going through her wardrobe. I could see she had put on make up and looked beautiful.
-I got nothing to wear... What the fuck should I wear! She screamed into her closet.
Some things all women have in common I thought.
I put on the same clothes and got to the bathroom. While putting on my shirt I tore open a blister on my forearm that I got from a frying pan. Pretty sure the cook holding the pan did it on purpose because he thought I was dragging behind, but that's a whole different story. I noticed it bleeding while in the bathroom and started searching around for a bandaid. As I looked in the back of a drawer I found something that looked like it could've been a first aid kit box and opened it while pressing toilet paper to the bleeding wound.
It didn't surprised when I found ampoules, some pill bottles and a few syringes but it became very real for me seeing it. I knew she used steroids but I'd chosen not to think of it. I'd heard so much negative shit about it and I didn't want to believe it. I froze up. My blood dripping on the floor unparalyzed me and I put the box back.
-Do you have any bandaids? I said and opened the door, walking out with out a shirt.
Marielle came running stopping right in front of me. She wore yoga pants and a really loose fitting top with a lace bra underneath. Not that she had anything left to support I thought, but she looked amazing.
Marielle looked at me with wide eyes before running into the bathroom. I heard her searching for a bit and then she came back with a towel and pressed it against my wrist.
She looked at me and I could see the fear in her eyes.
-I just scratched a burn mark... But it bleeds really bad.
-What? She was breathing heavily.
-I just need a bandaid to stop the bleeding and I'll be fine. I grabbed her bare shoulder to get her to look at me.
-What the fuck!!! I thought you fucking tried to end it in there or something. Don't scare me like that. Ok, let me get you a band aid.
Marielle walked into her bathroom and got a plaster from one of her drawers.
-What?! I was confused.
-I thought you'd slit your wrist or something... Shit, don't ever do that again! She said and fixed me up.
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We walked down to the Indian restaurant. It was crammed but we were able to get seats by the bar.
It wasn't a fancy place so we hung our jackets on our stools.
As Marielle took her jacket off it felt like the whole restaurant froze, turned their head and stared. At first she kind of bent down and tried to make herself look smaller but after looking down for a while she bit her lip, took a deep breath and stretched out. Her thin top revealing her muscular upper torso. After that the looks turned on me and I felt a little ashamed. I looked down and didn't know what to do. I started thinking of the steroid kit I found. About Marielle and how she'd changed and what people thought of me.
-Hey Carl... Come on, fuck 'em! Let them stare. I don't care. You shouldn't either. Your wrist ok?
-Yeah, sorry! It's not that. I grabbed a menu and scanned it. Marielle did the same.
A waiter came over and Marielle ordered a bunch of small dishes, two beers and bread.
The bread, beer and a cold dish came in rather fast and we started eating.
-Whoa... You see this Carl? Look at my arms! It's a fucking carb-sugar rush! Look at my veins, their about to blow! It's probably the beer! (it was probably all the sugar they put into the food because it was really sweet)
Marielle pumped her arms a couple of times and her veins really looked like they were about to explode. Marielle kept her fists between her legs while pumping her veins.
The sight was both amazing and frightening. I thought she was about to pop at any time.
My dick was harder than ever but I sat hunched over the bar trying to hide it.
The dishes started coming in while Marielle admired her pump.
We kept eating and I relaxed after a while... And a few beers. I stopped caring about the whispers and looks from the other guests.
When Marielle went to the toilet I looked around and saw people following her with their eyes. The top and the yoga pants didn't do much to hide her muscle and she was quite a sight.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.
-Is that your girlfriend? A guy in his mid thirties who clearly had a few beers looked at me and gave me a smart smile.
-Well... Kind of, you know. I didn't know what to answer but the thought of Marielle being my girlfriend made me excited and happy.
-No doubt who wears the pants in that relationship, haha! Don't tell her I said so though... Sorry for saying this man but you don't think she looks like a man? With all that muscle? She could break you if she wanted to. He still had that smart smile on his face.
I was offended but stunned and didn't know what to say.
-I don't know. I said and turned around.
I felt my feelings tumbling inside and turned to the guy again. The only language I knew in situations like this was the one I learned from getting bullied from chefs and older cooks.
I grabbed the guy by his shirt and pulled him around.
-Listen you tragic fuck! You're here alone because you're a sad fucking man who can't even find someone to grab a beer with. Not even your own mother wants to spend time with you even if it's Christmas. Do you think I give a fuck what you think of me and my girl? You're nothing to me, I don't even know why I'm even saying this to you. My next bite of bread is more interesting than your whole life is to me. If you even look our way for the rest of this evening I will... No, SHE will beat you so bad you'll wish your trailer trash mother had the money when she got pregnant with you to actually abort you like she wanted!
I said it with my teeth clenched and found myself standing up, looking down on him, pointing my finger in his face when I finished. Everything I said was things I heard or had gotten yelled at me where I worked before but I felt proud since I never told anyone off like that.
I turned back and had a sip of my beer. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline but I took a few deep, but quiet breaths to calm down. I remembered that he looked a lot heavier than me and I faced the bar again to make sure he wouldn't try anything. I saw in the corner of my eye how he'd turned away and was trying to finish his beer.
Marielle came back. Again a lot of whispers and turning heads.
-Dessert?! She said with a big smile and pinched me.
-I'm stuffed... We could share one. I tried to keep an eye on the guy next to me.
Marielle ordered and while we were waiting I felt a tap on my shoulder again.
-Sorry man! My bad, really sorry... Enjoy the rest of your dinner. The guy looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
-No worries! I said and gave him a serious look.
I recognized the look from all the times I was bullied in the kitchen for things I'd done or had just taken shit for because you don't rat anyone out.
-What's that all about, Marielle said and put her veiny arms around me.
-Umm, he asked me the fastest way to go down town. And we argued a bit.
-He looked like he'd seen a ghost. What did you tell him. Marielle giggled and had a sip of beer.
-I told him that if you don't trust me my girlfriend will beat you up.
-Haha! Yeah right.
After dessert we walked home, watched TV and went to bed. We made love again. Marielles muscles looked like they were about to burst out of her skin.
She really let loose. Maybe it was the alcohol. She moaned with a voice deeper than before and her clit was erect and easy to stimulate. She looked straight into my eyes before coming and her whole body seemed to tense up. It was crazy, like she was flexing her whole body at the same time while holding her breath. Her veins looked like cables.
She fell asleep right away and it didn't take long until I did the same.
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It's a great story that I just discovered. You have great writing skills.
Two things, you could separate parageaphs more and add mention like 'Carl said', 'Marielle said', etc... and perhaps go deeper in the characters feelings. There a lot of unsaid things in your story abd it starts to be confusing to read. Only my opinion. But it's great work
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Am I wrong for making it part of my daily routine over the past month of checking in to see if there's an update daily before I go to work?
Great stuff, I can't wait to see more! :rock:
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Thank you to all of you who have read and liked my story. Big thanx also for all the tips on my writing and how to make the story easier to follow. It helped. You can see it as I went along. I have a few more chapters ready and will post a little at the time. I also have a few new ideas that I'm hoping to put in words and post here. Stay tuned... For now I'll stick to this:
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I woke up the next morning, Marielle was fiddling about in the kitchen. She was making a protein shake and already in gym clothes.
-What are you doing up? I asked half awake.
-I'm getting ready for gym. She said without looking my way.
-Today? Really? Can't we just spend the day in bed. I was serious but let it sound like a joke.
-I wish... She looked at me and smiled.
I got up and walked over to her. My morning boner was letting it self be known. I gave her a hug from behind. She turned around and hugged me back.
-Will you be here when I get back Carl?
-If you'll let me... I really like you Marielle. I stuffed my nose in her hair and and took a few deep breaths.
I felt that I had to say something.
-Listen... I know you're using. Be careful, ok? I said and tried to sound as non judging as possible.
-What? No! What do you mean? She pushed me away.
-I found your... stuff yesterday while looking for band aids. I know. It's ok but please be careful, I care about you. I looked at her trying to stay calm.
-I don't know what you're talking about Carl. Whatever... I need to go.
Marielle grabbed her gym bag and left with out even looking my way.
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The period following was really crazy.
Marielle opened up about her steroid use after me asking more questions that she couldn't get out of. I was ok with it. She convinced me that she had it under full control and we didn't talk much about it after it was out in the open.
Marielle started a bulk season and really went for it. I've never seen so much chicken breast, steamed vegetables and pills in my life before.
I worked alot as usual and slept at Marielle's place more and more.
She didn't hide her steroid use anymore and I felt she was releaved by that. She would even make funny remarks while doing it and I'd say something funny back.Sometimes I helped her with shots and she told me all about cycles and how it works.
It was crazy to see her body change. From ripped to swollen. Still hard and full of muscle but not as defined. She turned me on but not as much. She was a beast in bed but I didn't feel the same attraction I did before. However I was really falling in love with her.
I started sleeping at home more and more after not getting hold of Marielle.
One night after sleeping at home two nights in a row I decided to go to Marielle's. I rang the door bell but got no answer. I rang it a few times, thinking she already gone to bed but there was no answer. Just when I was about to leave the door opened. Marielle opened, wrapped in her bed sheets looking like she just woke up.
-Carl, hey! You should've called.
-Yeah, sorry about comming unannounced but I really felt like seeing you. It's been a shitty day and you're the only thing that could bring me back up. I made my flirtiest face and felt warm inside just looking her.
-You can't just show up here... Your're not... We're not... You know.... Marielle shut the door a bit and obviously tried to make me leave.
I felt something was wrong. I saw it in her eyes. I pushed the door opened and saw the legs of someone in her bed.
I can't really remember what happened after that but I remember not saying anything and Marielle shouting after me while running down the stairs. I was hurt, sad, jealous and angry when I went home. I didn't sleep that night... or quite a few nights to come really. I couldn't focus at work and felt like shit. I even locked myself into the staff bathroom at work and cried at one time. It made me feel better but still left me frustrated and lost.
After most of the emotions settled the one thing I still felt was hurt. I'd come to term that I really loved Marielle but she obviously didn't feel the same. My feelings were all over the place. I couldn't focus at work. I had a cell phone now had a thousand missed calls from Marielle. I didn't care. She'd broke my heart. I couldn't deal with it.
One day my chef asked me if I wanted to go Paris for work. He had a contact at a two Michelin star restaurant where he had worked and he really thought I would learn alot there. He sensed something was wrong and I guess now it was his way of reaching out.
I considered for one second and said yes. Anything but what I felt now I thought.
I got my papers ready, cancelled my place to stay and moved. I did it much out of spite for Marielle. It all happened fast. All of a sudden I was living in Paris with five other people (two students, a waitress, a bartender and another cook) in one small appartment, sleeping on a matress on the floor, working 16 hours a day, being bullied at work and actually having quite a good time.
I should mention that I already knew French since my mother is French and I spent my summers at my grandmothers place in Normandie almost every summer since I was 10.
This was different though. Heavy Parisian accents and kitchen language. Chef would actually slap me if he saw me doing something he didn't like... or he would let someone do it for him.
I thought of Marielle every day. I felt so let down and stupid. I thought alot about who she were seeing. Probably someone from her gym. Someone older. Someone who could provide more for her.
I got a new local cell phone number so Marielle couldn't text me anymore asking me to meet up, talk och hang out. That made things easier and cheaper since it was expensive recieving texts from abroad.
As much as I tried I couldn't get the image of Marielle out of my head, especially from the night we spent together after Christmas.
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Interesting forward movement. I can't wait to see where this goes. :bravo:
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I'm still liking this story! Every now and then, it's refreshing to read a fetish story that recognizes the fact that people will have problems in their relationships.
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Very realistic and well developed story............hope there is some more, will she try and find him???
Always great to read a normal interaction between two character, bravo!
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Congrats, unexpected furthering of this story.... you are doing an awesome job.
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It was spring in Paris and it was getting hotter by the day. When I wasn't working I spent the days outside with the people I stayed with or went to wine bars in the night. I met a few girls, nothing serious except for a waitress from where I worked who probably saw I was heart broken and I guess she got turned on by it. She wasn't really pretty and I didn't care for her at first but after getting drunk after work one night we ended up at her place having sex. She had a beautiful curvy body with perfect breast and an ass to die for. We slept together a few times and I should have been happy but I felt something was missing. I would think of Marielle and her muscles while having sex. We still kept seeing each other though.
On one of my off days, after having breakfast, I took a detour on my way to by a new knife that I needed (my chef let me know while deboning lamb the day before).
I walked onto a street in a more rough neighborhood and saw something that made my heart rush.
I ended up walking behind a pair of really muscular legs stuffed into a pair of purple yoga pants. I walked faster to catch up and get a glimpse of the woman in black hair wearing them. She wore a big hoodie and as I came closer (I really had to walk fast) I saw her bare wrists and hands. They were chocolate brown. She was carrying two big bags of groceries. I stayed close behind her, watching her muscular legs move as she walked. I could see her hamstrings move and her quads flaring out from behind.
She walked into a pharmacy and I stayed outside fiddling about in my bag to look occupied.
She was in there for about five minutes and when she approached the door she looked at me, stopped for a second and smiled.
Her face had a lighter shade of brown, her jawline was sharp and her cheeks sunken in.
I knew... She was a bodybuilder.
Her smile showed a gap between her front teeth that made her look more down to earth and maybe that's why I had the courage to speak to her.
-Hey, how are you? Can I help a beautiful girl like you with her bags? I knew it sounded stupid but it was all the French I could manage at the time restricted to what my grandmother had taught me as a kid.
She looked at me a second and laughed.
-How can I refuse a sweet offer like that? She said in broken French and gave me her gym bag and other belongings.
I recognized the resonance in her voice. The same I'd heard in Marielle's. Deep and coarse.
We started walking and talking. I learned she was from Zenegal but had lived in Paris for the past 8 years. She asked about my accent and I told her how I got there. I even told her about Marielle. She laughed alot. A warm loving laugh.
-Life is not fair! It's a long and shitty test, she said and looked at me with motherly love.
I tried to look at her body as much as possible when she looked away but she kept looking at me while talking. Her legs were big and defined but the hoodie didn't give anything away.
She asked me my name and I hers. Her name was Anitè but everybody called her Ani.
When we got to her her house I looked down trying to gain some courage.
-Well... Here's me! Ani said, opened and walked in.
I looked up in confusion.
-So are you coming? Ani laughed and started walking up the stairs.
I hurried to keep the door from closing and found myself trailing behind her with one of the heavy grocery bags, looking up at her massive, defined hamstrings and glutes.
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-Carl, I have no wine, no beer, no alcohol. Do you want tea?
I nodded and tried to catch my breath from the five stairs I just climbed and put her bag in the hallway. She noticed and laughed again.
-Please, sit down! I heard from the kitchen.
I found my way to a sofa close to a window with a view of the street below.
After a while she came with two cups of herbal tea and sat down next to me. I sensed sweat and exotic perfume as she sat down.
We talked for about an hour, mostly about our home countries and work. I learned she worked as a nurse and she was really interested in my job as she'd never been to a fancy restaurant. I realized that the store where I was going to buy my new knife closed early on Sundays and I had to hurry to get there.
I told Ani I had to leave but I'd love to see her again.
She gave me a smart smile like she already knew and we exchanged numbers.
As I was rushing out the door she stopped me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I knew that's how they do it in France but it felt really sensual.
I made it to the store and nearly spent all my money on a new boning knife.
I kept thinking what she might look like under that hoodie.
After a few glasses at home with my room mates that night I got the courage to text Ani that it was nice meeting her and that I hoped we could get together again. I also apologized for my poor spelling.
After about 10 minutes I got a text saying she enjoyed my company and that I should call her next time I had a day off. I must have smiled big when I read it because my room mates started teasing me and wanted to see who I was texting with. I didn't let them see but made them believe it was the waitress from work.
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K+ 75. Catching up. Wow what a story. It's been a while, would love to see more. Still no story can compare to this one.
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K+ from me too. bump! :)
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Very, very well written.
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Another great chapter, boy this guy has great luck, a second muscle woman crosses his path!! Can't wait for another chapter, K+
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Great story, keep it up!
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Love this story, can't wait for another chapter.
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Still a captivating story even when Marielle isn't there! K+!
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Long time, no see! Haven’t been writing for a while but I have a few stories I’m hoping to put to “print” if I find the time. Just wanted to bump this thread to beg for some karma as mine dropped to negative the other day. In the meantime I’ll continue reading all the other great stories here. Take care! /Zander
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Hey, looking froward to read where your characters will go in this story. She acted strange with him and she should come clean and check if a relationship is possible. :-)
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I just now finished your story. Not sure how I missed it before but really glad for the bump that brought it to my attention. What a terrific piece of writing. Definitely one of the best I have read ever. The pacing is excellent as are the character descriptions and interaction. You definitely deserve K+ and I hope to see an update soon. Thanks for a great read.
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Great work. Loving this story. It’s one that I would have loved to have had happen to me.
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^ Thanks alot!!!