Author's Note:
This is my first story so I'd appreciate some feedback if it's not too much trouble. It's a pretty slow buildup, so if you just want the stroke material it's about halfway through. Enjoy!
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Jake's personal trainer was willing to go to any extreme to get him in shape.
Well, "personal trainer" doesn't really give the full picture. Jen was a childhood friend of his. See, they grew up in a rinky-dink town out in Minnesota where if you couldn't throw a ball, you were just wasting space.
Jake was that waste of space.
They didn't know each other well back then, but practically everyone knew who she was. He had never really talked to her, but had always gone to every one of her games. Back then she was the tomboyish postergirl of every team that she could get on, and she could get on 'em all. Basketball, softball, volleyball, she was even the first girl on the wrestling team (making for some
incredibly
awkward matches). She was always first pick in P.E., voted MVP every year. But where she excelled the most was soccer. She was the best striker their school had ever seen. Games started to draw in larger and larger crowds, just to see her play.
Of course, he wasn't interested in sports in the least.
Even back then, her long, muscled legs were more powerful than anyone else on the field. She had thighs that could crush a watermelon, thicker around than both legs of most of the petite girls she intimidated. Literally. On a dare at one of the few parties he actually got to go to my senior year, she put a watermelon in between her legs and crushed it without breaking a sweat.
He couldn't tell you how many sticky sheets he woke up to after that.
But that was all so long ago. Five years later, a lot had changed. They all graduated, he moved halfway across the country, got three odd inches taller, and left everything behind. He finally got to a place where he could really thrive and got his degree in business. He finally found himself in the oh-so-glamorous field of Data Management at an insurance firm his first year out of university. He had moved past where he came from, hadn't thought of high school in years. It seemed only one thing stayed the same after all these years: he was a skinny little shit.
Turns out hours of intensive studying for 4 years followed by earning a desk job didn't foster the best body. But with his new salary, he could finally afford to go to the gym. Better yet, he could afford to get a trainer (lord knows he needed it). he had already called the gym to schedule ahead and book a trainer for the next year. He figured if he committed this much money at the start of the new year, there's no way he'd bitch out. The plan was easy: he got two hours for lunch so he'd work out the first hour, and eat the second. Simple.
That fateful day, he did his normal routine—with the addition of bringing a change of clothes. He needed something he could really move in, and he detested staying in sweaty clothes. Every gym class in high school he changed----down to underwear and socks----and this was no different. He threw a t-shirt, sneakers that hadn't seen the light of day in almost a decade, some old basketball shorts, and spare sock and underwear into his knapsack. He put a suit on over his pale lithe frame and headed off. When he got to work, he did the same monotonous shit he always does, but instead of going to the cheapest restaurant available with some work 'friends' at the start of our lunch, he walked on down to the building he never thought he'd enter: Fitness Palace.
The unsurprisingly fit receptionist looked up from her desktop and gave him a million dollar smile as he walked through the door. She was a few years older than Jake, about 30 maybe. Big green eyes, dark brown hair met with pale skin on her petite frame. Had a real manic-pixie-dream girl vibe going on. That is to say, adorable, but so,
so
far out of his league.
"How can I help you today sir?"
"I'm here for an appointment" he said in the absolute least authoritative voice these walls have ever heard.
"Perfect!" She responded in an all-too-cheery tone. "And who will you be seeing today sweetie?"
He looked down with a blush. "I don't know actually. I just booked a time and a room, someone said on the phone that schedules are pretty hectic right now cause of the new year so I wouldn't be able to get someone specific for a while"
"Oh I getcha" She replied with a wink. "Don't want all these New Years Resolution type people to see your journey. I completely understand! You'll be just up the stairs in
private
room 204. Enjoy your time!"
He gave a curt nod, the type you give when you're just too damn awkward to give a real answer. He bounded up the stairs, wondering what kind of roided-out jock would be torturing him for money for the next 6 months. He walked in front of the door, put his hand on the handle and took a deep breath in.
Of course
you
know who he really found.
Jen was doing her warm up stretches as he walked in. In her light blue sports bra and grey yoga pants, she was ready for the first private appointment of the new year. Hopefully she'd be able to resist doing what she had to the *other* clients. It seldom worked out alright and more often than not, chased customers away. She shook the thought from her head and continued warming up. Conveniently, as if this were a set up for porn, she was touching her toes, facing away from the door when Jake built up the courage to open it. For the first time in 5 years, Jake once again got a look at Jen's famously perfect ass--even if he didn't know it yet. Things had changed, true--but her yoga pants framed ass was still as impressive as it had been when they were eighteen. Jen began to speak from this position, slowly coming to a stand as she spoke.
"Welcome to Fitness Palace, I'll be your instructor, my name is--"
Jen was left speechless as she turned around to his familiarly geeky frame. She too thought she had left everything about her small town behind, and yet here was a living reminder, in the flesh. Jake's face was mirroring hers, taken aback by the sight of this beauty in front of him once again. He was just hoping the trainer would be a girl, let alone the girl he had fantasized about fuckking in
high school
. She didn't look all too different. She had grown her hair out a bit more, but she still kept it up in a ponytail. Her brown eyes still had that intensity about them, like she could see right through you but was kind enough to do it discreetly. Her lithe young arms were now rock solid, putting most men's biceps to shame. Somehow her tits seemed to have gotten even bigger. Jack noticed of course, but tried his damndest to keep eye contact with her deep stare.
"Don't I know you? John? Jack?" Jen said, wracking her mind.
"Jake actually" He said with a gulp. "We had English together senior year, P.E. too for a while. I was the one in the back getting constantly and mercilessly hit."
She let out a giggle. "Ah yeah, I remember now. Jake, of course. You were pretty funny then too. I remember you were always quick with the quips in Mr. Alban's class. He could've killed you, I swear." Was that a hint of flirtation he heard in her voice?
The pair laughed as Jen went on reminiscing. "And I remember you went to just about every one of my games, didn't you? I saw you in the stands. My little cheerleader."
Jake's cheeks tinted pink. "I didn't know you had even seen me. Besides, I just really liked going to games, school spirit and all that" He mumbled.
Jen looked her old classmate up and down, assessing him. If Jake didn't know any better, he'd say she was checking him out. "Yeah, I'm sure you were
really
interested in sports."
His eyes were glued to the floor and his cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. Her tone was light, enough to tell him he wasn't mad, but it left him flustered nonetheless. He cleared his throat and met her eyes once more. "Could we get started?"
"Alright hun" Jen said with a grin. "I was thinking we could start equipment free, build up endurance before we get to really bulking you up"
Jack wordlessly nodded and followed behind her, staring at her massive ass as she led him deeper into the room. The sway of her hips was tantalizing, and the yoga pants made her ass look better than any insta-model he'd ever seen. Tight enough to leave little to the imagination, and the color let him appreciate each step. She turned back, catching him staring, but only seemed to smile wider.
"Could you close the door behind you for me too hun?"
Jake once again nodded, turning to obey what he's been told.
