Chapter 3

By the end of our hour together, I was panting. I remembered James who had tapped out during Quin’s first class. “Did I go too hard on you?” He asked. He was covered in sweat, but he still didn’t look winded. I envied his stamina as he offered me his hand. I grabbed it and got up.

He hoisted me off the ground with ease, our bodies colliding together. Blood rushed through my veins as his rock-hard midsection pressed into mine. I bit the inside of my lip, finding speech impossible. Slowly, I lifted my head, peering into his hazel eyes, noticing soft golden flecks that I hadn’t seen before. As my eyes darted downwards, I realized his lips were now dangerously close to mine. Our breathing had merged. I could feel the soft thump, thump, thump of his heart in his chest.

He leaned in a little closer and I was sure he was going to kiss me. My hand rested on his torso, my pinky grazing his nipple ever so slightly. I held my breath, waiting for the moment, but it never happened. His arm tightened around my waist for a split second before he pulled away. For once, his composure was gone. As he ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, I could see he was nervous. He kept shuffling his feet. His fingers shook. I grinned, wondering if I had caused his sudden onslaught of nervous energy.

“How about dinner to make up for it?”

“Make up for what?” I asked, finding his question a bit random. I cocked my head to the side, seeing his face from a new angle. Here, his nose looked sharp, his jaw tense, his cheeks a tad bit hollow. Somehow, he managed to look even more handsome than before.

“For pushing you to your limits.”

“Oh, but I liked that. Maybe next time you should go even harder.” Teasingly, I dropped my voice to a sensual tone as I pressed myself closer. Our hips locked together and I could feel the slight outline of his shaft through the thin material of his gym shorts. “But if you want to take me out to dinner, I’m not going to say no.”

“Actually… I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner at my place.” After I didn’t respond for a moment, he shuffled on his feet again. “I like to cook my own meals.” He added in as a justification.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So you want to skip the date entirely and just get me into your house straight away? I see how you’re playing the game.” I stepped back and his arm hung limply by his side.

“If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s fine.” I walked away, feeling the weight of his eyes on my body. I wondered what he was looking at. Was it my wide hips or my round butt? Maybe my shapely legs or my long, slender neck? Once I reached the cubbies, I rummaged through my bag, grabbing my phone. I tossed it at him. His eyes grew wide before he caught it. “Just add in your contact info,” I told him. “What time did you want dinner?” I sat down on a bench, tying my shoelaces.

“Is eight okay?”

“Sounds good.” I nodded and grabbed my stuff. He noticed my motorcycle helmet and raised an eyebrow in question. “What? Have you never seen a girl ride a bike before?”

“No. No. That wasn’t what I was implying. I’m just… well, I guess you’re right. I’m surprised.”

I laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time I got that look. What did you imagine? That I drove some cute little Volkswagen Beetle?”

“Oh, heavens no. That wouldn’t suit you at all.”

“Then what would suit me?” I asked as I moved closer.

“Now that I think about it… I couldn’t see you driving anything other than a motorcycle.” He grinned. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised. You’re one of the strongest, most down to Earth girls I’ve ever met, Kyla. I really appreciate that in a woman.” He added before his cheeks turned red at the realization of his words. “Well, I’ll see you at eight then.” Quickly, he turned around, tidying up the studio.

I chuckled to myself and walked out, a permanent smile etched on my face. First, a personal training session and now dinner at his place? Things were coming along quite nicely. Who knows what would happen next? I grinned at the thought, picturing our evening finishing in his bedroom.

***

By the time I got home, the sun was already setting. The sky was painted in dying oranges and a faint hint of purple. I smiled, taking off my helmet and admiring it for a moment before I finally went inside.

In the kitchen, I grabbed a protein bar, chomping away at it after my hardcore workout with Quin. I smirked just thinking about him. My thighs tingled, imagining his fingers wrapping around them once more. I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. I could just about recreate Quin’s face in my mind. His rough facial hair. The sharpness of his nose. Those pointed eyebrows. I could almost reach out and touch him.

I sighed, finishing my snack before I looked at the time. 6:08 P.M. I had just enough time to shower and get ready for my date. Quickly, I walked toward the bathroom, already undressing before I crossed the threshold. I threw my thin, work out shirt on the ground. Seconds later, my sports bra joined the pile and I sighed in relief. It felt good to let the girls loose.

I cupped them in my hands, feeling their substantial weight. They were warm to the touch. To my surprise, my nipples were already rock hard. I took them between my fingers, rubbing them slowly, feeling excitement build up between my legs. Could it be that thinking about Quin was making me feel this way?

I continued to fondle my tits for a moment before I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I was left with nothing but my pale green panties on. They were a boy short style and as I turned around in front of my mirror, I could see my ass cheeks poking out of the bottom. I bent over a little, admiring myself. It looked like all those squats were finally paying off.

I grinned to myself before finally taking off the panties as well. I didn’t bother to look in the mirror this time. Instead, I allowed my fingers to run along the smooth surface of my pussy. My fingers barely grazed my lips and yet I felt a distinct wetness. I blushed, realizing that thinking about Quin had actually made me wet.

Suddenly conscious of my own hormones and desires, I stepped into the shower, turning on the water. I moaned softly, feeling the hot stream run along my body. Almost instantly, I pictured the droplets of water as Quin’s soft lips. I imagined him moving from my neck all the way down to my tits. His lips would linger along them, kissing their every inch, circling around my aureoles before finally taking my nipples into his mouth. And maybe while he did that, his hands would explore the rest of me. His fingertips slowly dancing across my hips while his other hand grabbed hold of my ass, forcing me onto my tippy toes.

Sighing, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take over.

Quin was suddenly inside the shower with me. His thin pink lips were curled into a mischievous grin as he closed the door behind us. The small space forced his body close to mine. I held my breath, my heart already racing in my chest as I looked down, eager to see what his dick looked like, but all of a sudden, he slammed me into the wall.

I gasped, arching my back as his lips suddenly attacked mine. He was rough and vicious as he forced his tongue into my mouth, but I loved it. I was addicted in seconds, my body begging for more. My arms wrapped around him, my fingers tugging at his hair, urging him to continue his sweet assault.

Already, I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my thigh. I reached down and grabbed it, squeezing it between my fingers until he grunted into the kiss. He pulled away, his eyes burning with desire before he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I looked up at him, but his head was already buried in my chest, his lips hungrily kissing my tits. He took my right nipple between his lips, rolling it around as he looked up at me, his hazel eyes holding me prisoner.

My heart hammered even harder. My whole body was alive with pleasure as his lips continued to roam all over my chest. Suddenly, I felt his fingers between my legs. He ran them along my slit, slowly teasing me as I bucked my hips, hoping to convince him to pleasure me. There was a grin on his face as he finally pulled away from my chest.

He stared at me, his fingers flying across my clit, rubbing it furiously. As the friction built up, my whole body squirmed under his touch. I struggled against him, my body shaking with pleasure. His other hand tightened around my wrists and his grin deepened. I knew he wouldn’t let me go until I came all over his fingers.

Gradually, he forced his middle finger inside of me while his thumb continued to rub small circles around my clit. His slowed down, teasing me until I thought I would go insane. I tried to beg him, but all I could do was moan and gyrate my hips. I was dying for him to go faster, for him to force two, maybe even three of his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to finger-fuck me until I begged him to stop.

As he continued, he leaned down and kissed my neck, his tongue grazing against my flesh. I shuddered, my pussy quivering. I wanted to cum so bad, but if he continued to edge me on like this, I would surely lose my mind. Suddenly, as he bit down on my neck, he rammed two more fingers inside of me. My juices made it easy for him. I was so wet. It felt like there was a river flowing between my legs as he started to pump his fingers in and out of me, stretching my pussy. He started to hook his fingers to and fro, rubbing against my velvet insides.

My moans echoed through the bathroom as the steam fogged up everything around us. I spread my legs, my chest heaving to keep up with the excitement. Quin’s fingers were moving so fast. I kept moaning his name and he kept going harder and harder until finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. My mind exploded with pleasure and I was left breathless against the shower wall, my juices dripping down my thighs.

When I looked up, Quin was gone and my own fingers were deep inside my pussy. It had only been a fantasy…

***

Later that night, I managed to forget about Quin long enough to keep my fingers to myself. Now, I was dressed and ready to go. Putting on my helmet, I got on my bike and headed toward Quin’s address. He lived in the upper part of town, forcing me to drive across the city, but I didn’t mind. The night was crisp and clean. The stars were out, painting the sky in a splatter of twinkling blue lights. The moon hung overhead as a small sliver, winking at the earth.

Finally, I slowed down. I had reached Quin’s street. Or rather cul-de-sac. I drove around the circle, letting the sounds of my motorcycle echo through the area. All the houses were grand and luxurious, with polished front lawns and large, three-section windows adorned with fancy-looking curtains. The paint on each house was pristine and well-taken care of. The doors were large with ornate knockers as their focal point.

On my third round, I spotted the numbers 1789 on a large rock in front of a red house. This was it. I pulled into the driveway, parking in front of the three-car garage. Putting down the kickstand, I got off and wondered if I should leave my helmet on my bike or bring it inside. In the end, no matter how nice the community looked, I decided to take it with me. Helmets were expensive and I wasn’t about to let someone to steal mine.

For a quick second, I leaned down, looking in the small side mirrors to check my hair and makeup. It wasn’t often that I was asked on a date.

“You look beautiful.” Quin's voice came out of nowhere before his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. My heart nearly stopped, not with fright, but with the thought that this man had been watching me check myself out. I felt humiliated.