Chase
I really wanted to get a workout in, but I didn’t think it was the best idea. If Leah was in there, things could get ugly. I didn’t think either one of us was capable of keeping our hands to ourselves. She was hot for me, and I was fucking going out of mind with want. I wanted her every which way possible. The vision of her bouncing breasts with her ass reflecting in the mirror behind her had given me some very vivid dreams.
I couldn’t skip a workout, but I couldn’t risk running into her. A run would have to do. I could probably run their property and get a decent workout in. I vaguely remembered the drive in, but figured I could find my way back. I woke Blake up, got the code for the gate so I could get back in, and headed out.
The pounding of my feet against the pavement was cathartic. With every step, I could feel the sexual tension leaving my body. That is, until I remembered why I was so tense. Leah. My dick had been semi-hard since I first laid eyes on her. The time in the gym had made me fully hard, and now I was sporting a nice set of blue balls. Yesterday, after being in the gym with Leah, I had to beat off in the shower to get some relief.
As I ran down the road, I could see a woman running toward me. The closer she got, I was able to see how attractive she was. She made a big deal about smiling and waggling her fingers as we passed, but she wasn't the woman I wanted. I only had room enough for one woman in my fantasies, and right now, that space was occupied by Leah, a sweaty but gorgeous Leah.
By the time I made it back to the mansion, I was worked up again. Not worked up or worked out, but hard as hell with sex on the brain. I walked through the massive double doors of Leah's home and headed straight up the stairs and toward my borrowed room. I needed a shower. I needed relief. The moment the door closed behind me, I stripped as I walked to the adjoined bathroom. My dick was jutting out, hard as hell.
I turned on the water maybe a bit cooler than normal and stepped under the spray with my hand wrapped firmly around my engorged cock. My mind conjured up images of Leah on that treadmill, and it took little time to find my release. It wasn't exactly satisfying, but at least I would be able to wear jeans without too much pain.
I quickly dressed and searched out Blake. He was in the game room of the house, which was basically a grown-up man's playroom. There was a PS4 hooked up to a huge screen TV, a pool table, foosball table, and even air hockey. It never ceased to amaze me to see how Blake lived before I met him.
“What's up?” I asked, plopping down in one of the huge overstuffed chairs next to his.
“Not much,” he said, not taking his eyes off the TV.
I leaned back, letting the massive chair envelop me in softness. It was a really comfortable chair. I was completely relaxed after my run and jerk-off session in the shower.
“Hey, guys!” Leah's voice cut through that calm I had blissfully fallen into.
The second I heard her voice, my dick twitched. I silently begged for it to stay down. She walked into the room. My eyes were glued to her as she moved. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a long beige cable-knit sweater and a pair of heeled, brown suede boots. It wasn't an outfit that screamed sex, but it did to me. She was a beautiful woman, and no matter what she wore or how sweaty she was, I was drawn to her.
She snaked around behind our chairs. There was a table off to the side, piled with dirty dishes and an empty chip bag. When she bent over to pick up Blake's mess, I nearly palmed her ass. I had to know if those perfect cheeks would fit in my hands like I suspected.
“I made lunch if you guys are hungry,” she said, turning to look at us and holding the stack of dishes.
I wanted to lecture Blake about leaving his shit lying around for Leah to pick up but held my tongue.
“Sure, I'm hungry,” I said, looking up to meet her eyes.
Yes, I said it that way on purpose. I don't know what came over me, but I wanted her to know I thought she was sexy.
Her tongue darted out and she nervously licked her lips. “Okay, well, whenever you're ready,” she said before quickly walking out of the room.
I was ready. Was she dropping me a hint? I knew it was probably wishful thinking on my part, but my god, the woman was going to leave me the bluest balls a man had ever experienced. The moment we got back home to Seattle, I was going to pound out my pent-up sexual tension into the nearest willing female. Thankfully, there was no shortage of those.
“Let's go eat,” I said to Blake once Leah was out of hearing range. “I'm starving.”
He sighed. “Fine. I'm hungry too. Leah is a hell of a cook. I can only imagine what she made. She isn't the kind of woman who sets out a sandwich and milk,” he joked.
I laughed. The woman cooked, and she looked that good. How was she still single? No wonder Blake's dad had married her.
“Damn, dude, whatever it is, it smells amazing,” I said the moment we stepped into the foyer to cross over to the kitchen area. The smell coming from the kitchen made my stomach growl. I was very hungry after my workout. I couldn't wait to see what she would serve us but hoped she would join us.
Leah was pulling a cookie sheet out of one of the ovens in the wall when we walked in. I immediately assumed she had made us more cookies, but when she placed it on the counter, I saw it was fries.
“Have a seat,” she gestured to the bar where there were three plates set out. There were two plates, which I assumed were for myself and Blake, with a huge hamburger in the middle. Her plate had a much smaller hamburger.
We sat down, and she scooped some of the baked fries onto our plates before rushing over to the fridge and pulling out a variety of condiments.
“There’s fresh guacamole on the burgers, I hope you like avocado?” she asked me.
“I do. Love avocado,” I said, very eager to dive into my plate of food.
It looked like something you would find at Red Robin. The burger was piled high with the works and the patty looked to be at least a half-pound.
I took a bite, and my taste buds nearly exploded. She was watching me, eagerly waiting for my opinion. I started bobbing my head up and down, wanting to tell her it was good but not wanting to try and talk around the massive bite in my mouth.
As soon as I swallowed, I gave a low whistle. “That is amazing. You cooked that?”
She beamed. “I did.”
Blake was almost halfway through with his own burger. He gave a thumbs up and nodded his head indicating he was just as happy with the food.
“Sit down and join us,” I said, gesturing to the stool next to mine.
“Thank you. It's nice not to eat alone,” she said in a soft voice.
It was then I realized how lonely it would be in this big old house. No wonder she had been so happy to see us. I had a feeling I would need to do two-a-day work outs. Otherwise, the woman was going to fatten me up with all of her cooking.
I had other ideas for how I could work off the calories, but I knew Blake would kill me if I fucked his stepmom.
“So, I'll be leaving on Friday to stay the weekend with my mom,” Blake said, taking a long drink of the lemonade Leah had served. “Is it cool if Chase stays here?”
“Of course,” Leah said almost too quickly.
I had to fight back the grin. Being alone in the house with Leah for two days was going to try every ounce of self-control I had. How would I keep myself from jumping her the moment Blake left? Maybe I would lock myself in my room and not come out. It was probably the safest option. I couldn't trust myself to be alone with the woman.