This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.
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They were running mates - not in a political sense, but in a literal one. Hailey and Chris would run together a few times a week, sometimes after classes were over, sometimes first thing in the morning.
The two were an unexpected pair. They had things in common to be sure - they went to the same college and both enjoyed running, for example - but otherwise they couldn't be more different. Hailey was a writer. She studied journalism and hoped to get a job for a local newspaper after graduating. Chris, on the other hand, studied engineering and wanted to move to a big city in the Midwest once college was over.
It was a cold morning in January. Chris woke up to a text from Hailey.
"Meet at 7?" she said to him.
"Yeah. Gym?" he responded.
"Actually want to run outside today?"
"Sure. Meet you outside your building then."
Chris was less than enthusiastic about the outdoor run during the coldest part of the year. "I'm going to freeze my balls off," he thought to himself as he dressed somewhat begrudgingly. "At least it's good exercise."
Chris put on some workout clothes and a hat to keep his ears warm. When he ran alone he'd bring his headphones and listen to music, but he and Hailey would often chat about one thing or another when they ran together. He tied his shoelaces, grabbed his keys, and headed out into the cold winter air.
Chris jogged through the snowy streets to get over to Hailey's dorm building. Chris had a small frame for a guy. He had an average build, but like most college students he had put on some weight during his time there. There was muscle there to be sure, but he was by no means a fit collegiate athlete. He had brown hair that paired with brown eyes, and he had a friendly smile when he decided to show it. His running shorts were a little bit tight on him, which accentuated the bulge of his thick but not overly huge cock.
By the time he got to Hailey's building, she was already outside waiting for him. He jogged up to her as she was in the middle of her warm-up stretches. While she was an active athlete back in high school, Hailey no longer had a runner's body. Only a couple of inches over five feet, Hailey was on the shorter end of the spectrum. She had a round face with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Like Chris, she had added some flesh to her frame over the years, primarily in her waist and thighs. She was by no means large, but compared to many of the razor thin girls on campus, she sometimes felt that way. By non-college standards, she too was fairly average in size. Two fleshy mounds - somewhere around a B cup - stood out from her chest, and she had a round ass to bring it all together.
"Morning," Chris said as he started stretching his legs.
"Back at ya," Hailey responded. For a cold winter morning at sunrise, she didn't dress very warmly. The sports bra and long sleeve shirt she was wearing did little to hide the hardness of her nipples, which stood out from her breasts like a pair of stiff erasers on brand new pencils.
Chris glanced down at her chest a few times, as subtly as he could, while stretching out his lower body. Hailey made a few furtive glances at his crotch during that interval, as well.
"Ready when you are," Chris said.
"Just one more stretch," she responded. Hailey found a clear patch of ground to sit down and stretch out her inner thigh muscles.
Chris tried to sneak a peek up her shorts but it was to no avail.
"Let's go," Hailey said once she finished.
They took off down one of the main roads on campus. At this hour, in this weather, campus was pretty deserted. It was like they had the whole place to themselves.
As they ran, they talked about whatever came to mind. Hailey talked about one of her journalism classes. She had to do a mock interview with someone to simulate part of the journalistic process.
"Would you mind doing it for me?" she asked. "It wouldn't be until later in the semester."
"Sure," Chris said. "Glad to do it."
They ran on. Feeling tired on this particular morning, Chris lagged behind a bit. He looked up and down Hailey's body, his eyes giving Hailey's round bottom particular attention. He tried to imagine what she would look like naked, without those running shorts to obscure his view. His cock hardened at the thought and created a noticeable bulge in his shorts. His mind wandered as he ran, and he paid little attention to where he was going or to the growing thickness in his shorts.
Hailey, however, had slowed her pace in front of him. Chris, running at the same pace, ran right into her, and their bodies collided in a sort of slow motion. They both managed to stay upright, but Hailey felt Chris's hardening dick hit her in the ass.
"What the hell dude," she said. "Not paying attention?"
"Sorry, got a little distracted," he answered.
"Yeah I can see, and feel, that."
His face reddened. "I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"What got you all worked up? Hot girl in one of your classes or something?"
"Yeah," he said, taking the easiest way out of the situation. "Come on, let's get going again."
They started back up again, heading toward the wooded area of campus that had some running trails. Chris tried to put his mind on anything but his bulging dick that showed prominently in his shorts.
Hailey and Chris had always had a platonic relationship. Chris was single, but Hailey had a boyfriend, Jeremiah, at a distant university. Hailey's relationship with her boyfriend was deteriorating, and sometimes she'd ask Chris for advice.
"Need your advice on something," she said.
"What's up?"
"So Jeremiah and I were FaceTiming last night."
"Mhmm."
"And he asked to see my pussy on camera."
"Is that new?"
"Nah we've done it a few times before. Usually he's glad he gets to see me naked. But last night it didn't seem that way."
"How come?"
"Well, uh, I haven't shaved in a little while since it's winter and all. He got kind of annoyed and said, 'what, you didn't want to take the time to shave for me? You know how I like it.' Who is he to tell me what to do? He's a thousand miles away. Besides, it's my pussy. I think I get to do what I want with it."
"Wow. That's kind of a dick move to be honest. You'd think he'd just appreciate the chance to see you naked."
"That's what I'm saying. And it's winter. It's cold. It's not like he's coming to visit and going down on me anytime soon. What does it matter?"
"How bushy are we talking? Maybe he was just sad he couldn't see more of your pussy." Chris tried to give Jeremiah the benefit of the doubt, but deep down, Chris was convinced that Jeremiah wasn't good enough for Hailey and didn't appreciate her.
"I don't know man. It's definitely more than stubble but it's not like it looks like some kind of woodland creature."
Chris longed to see her crotch. This was not helping his erection.
"Look," she said. "But don't tell anyone. Jeremiah would be pissed if he found out." Hailey pulled the front of the elastic waistband on her shorts forward, exposing her mons to Chris's view from above.
Chris looked into the gap between her shorts and her tummy. The morning sun shone down on Hailey's exposed sex. Chris excitedly took in the view of the small, dark curls of Hailey's pubic patch.
"I think it looks sexy," Chris said, not knowing quite how to react.
