This is the first chapter of a series. All the characters in this story are 18 and above. I've organised the story in such a way that there will be a sex scene in every chapter so there's something for everyone. Hope you all like it and feel free to write to me with feedback.
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Aria sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Lately she didn't seem to like the face that looked back at her. Her soft blonde hair seemed terribly out of place and her eyes looked a bit red and baggy. The more she looked, the more worn and weary she appeared to herself. Everyone at the gym probably thinks I'm 25, she thought to herself. Aria felt that the stress of school and her familial responsibilities were making her age before her time. She sighed again, and glanced at the wall clock hanging just above the mirror. 17:20, almost time, she thought. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and bent down to pick up her keys and phone from her dresser. Dressed in a blue t-shirt and black yoga pants, she was ready to sweat the rest of the evening away. Her t-shirt hung loosely over her breasts, hiding her perky C cup breasts from view, while her yoga pants clung snugly to her shapely ass.
She retrieved her gym bag from behind her bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her. She jogged down the single flight of stairs and went into the kitchen to refill her sports bottle. She popped her bottle into her gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Mom, I'm leaving" she called out loudly and walked out of the house without waiting for a reply or acknowledgement of any sort; the door clicking shut behind her.
Aria walked to the gym briskly. She'd been going there ever since she'd turned 16. She was 18 now and was about to start her final year at high school. Thinking about her life, Aria found herself cursing the fact that she lived in Helsinki. She hated that high school here went on till the age of 19. She wanted to be done with school fast so she could move abroad and finally have a life of her own. Living with her parents was proving to be tougher by the day. Her parents had a troubled marriage and their constant fights had dominated her life so far. Almost every other night her father would get into an argument with her mother which would then escalate into a shouting contest. And on each and every one of those nights, her mother would come up to her room for comfort. She loved her mother but she was getting tired of having to put her mother's life before hers. She wanted to move out and live on her own for a few years; she wanted to live for herself now.
All of these thoughts went through her mind in a buzzing blur, as she walked the half a kilometre to her gym. The gym she went to was in a basement just further down her street. It was run by her neighbour and old friend, Blaze.
Blaze was 29 years old and his family had lived in the neighbourhood for as long as anyone could remember. Blaze had gone to the same school as Aria, many years back, but ended up dropping out in his final year to pursue a career in modelling. That, however, didn't quite work out for him and he found himself being used by his casting agent as a glorified escort. He was bi, his clients were generally lesser known but attractive Eastern European glitterati and the pay was decent, so he was happy enough to go along with it for a while. But 6 months later, when he found himself dumped bound, naked and bruised in an alleyway, with absolutely no memory of the night before, he decided to call it quits. For a while he worked odd jobs as a handyman but the pay was barely enough to pay his bills. His luck changed when his only grandmother passed away, leaving her crumbling house to him. Blaze used the house as guarantee for a small loan and set up a modest gym in the then rat infested basement. What began as a small exercise corner gradually turned into a full-fledged gym; just enough to cater to the adjoining blocks. Over the years, Blaze had acquired a couple of treadmills, exer-cycles and a whole range of weight training machines. Stubborn in his refusal to go commercial, Blaze had not hiked the membership fees in 6 years and refused to entertain anyone who wasn't from the neighbourhood. While the gym was open all day, in the evenings, Blaze conducted a 2 hour long freestyle exercise regime he'd made up on his own, bringing together elements of yoga, zumba and aerobics.
Aria had known Blaze for 7 years now and admired his staunch sense of loyalty towards the local community, even as she wanted to detach herself from it. As Aria descended the steps into Blaze's basement gym, her eyes briefly fell on the decaying house Blaze had inherited. The windows were shattered, the main door was ajar, just hanging off its hinges and the walls were pockmarked as the plaster had fallen out in large patches. Blaze had used all his money to maintain the gym and a small shed in the yard that served as his bedroom. He'd simply left the rest of the house to die. To Aria, the sight of a swanky gym below a decaying house seemed like the perfect metaphor for her neighbourhood.
As she came in through the glass door, Blaze smiled at her from across the room. She smiled back and walked over to him pulling him in for a brief hug. Aria then turned to her classmate Tiffany and hugged her as well. Tiffany was Aria's oldest and closest friend. They'd been inseparable since they started school and over the years their friendship had matured like fine wine. Tiffany, at 5'6 was a good few inches taller and slimmer than Aria. Her brown skin and jet black hair were a stark contrast to the busty blonde. Where Aria was cute, Tiffany was plain hot. And boy did she know it! She wore her hair down at all times and always had a mischievous glint in her eyes. She preferred short, snug, low cut tops and dresses that accentuated what she considered was her best feature: her perky bubble-shaped butt. Today she was wearing snug fitting denim booty shorts along with a training bra that was clearly a cup size too small for her B-cup breasts. Tiffany had struggled to find the right fitting bra for years and had now decided to give up her search in favour of cleavage. Tiffany loved sex, so she figured her best chance of surviving in this world of imperfect sizing was to embrace promiscuity and nudity. If she was going to spend the rest of her life evading her bra at the earliest opportunity, she thought she'd might as well make the most of it.
Aria slung her gym bag off her shoulder and crouched beside it to take out her yoga mat. She then spread it out and took off her t-shirt in one smooth motion. She was wearing a black training bra underneath. As Aria set herself up beside Tiffany, Blaze began pacing by the door, looking at his wristwatch impatiently.
"I guess it's just us today," Aria said in a matter of fact tone, looking first at Blaze and then at Tiffany.
"Sounds good to me," Tiffany chimed a little too cheerfully. Aria groaned and rolled her eyes. Tiffany had had a crush on Blaze for the longest time now. Aria even suspected that Tiffany's crush on Blaze was the real reason she'd enrolled herself at the gym.
Blaze's freestyle sessions usually got about 10-15 participants but today it seemed like it would be just Aria and Tiffany. Blaze didn't mind at all. It just made his work simpler. But aloud he said, "Let's give it a few more minutes," in a neutral tone as he continued pacing.
Tiffany eyed Blaze hungrily. Her eyes were focused intently on his butt, watching the way his snug shorts hugged the curve of his butt; picturing what that ass would look like while thrusting deep inside her. She licked her lips as she stared at Blaze, her eyes wandering down to his muscular legs.