Chapter 2
“Well, so was he mad? Did he give you shit? At least he pulled your ass off the floor. What did he say?”
“He knew my name … thanks to you.” And I turn around right into her face and give her a big shit-eating grin. “And we have a date.”
“Oh my God! Tell me girl! Did he …? Did you …? What are you gonna do?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” I smirk. “Depending.”
That’s all she’s going to get for now, I don’t want her in the bar, watching from someplace.
And wondering will drive her crazy!
It takes 25 minutes before I make it to Charlie’s, and I look at my watch like I’m timing a race. I need to calm down. I get my usual from Rocco at the bar and head to my table. It’s only 4 PM and the place is empty.
And it’s the darkest spot in the room. I really need some lube now, so I down my drink and get another. And I drink half of it too. I don’t want Tony to think I downed the first one.
He’s almost right on time, 47 minutes actually, but who’s counting? He looks into the corner, waves, and goes to the bar and gets a beer. I’ve put on a short skirt and a very short casual top that doesn’t really come down to the skirt, and if I stand up he’s going to see a little skin. In fact, if I stand the right way he might even see the jeweled pin in my navel.
I’m hoping I’ll get the chance to let him. It’s ok because there’s no roll there, nothing but hard, smooth abs. All those crunches and bending and twisting in front of the mirrors have paid off. And if I bend over he won’t care about the rest of it! Because I made a last minute decision and didn’t bother to put on underwear.
Of course, I’ve been planning for something like this but I see he’s just wearing a tee and shorts, probably all he had with him. That’s fine with me, I’ll be able to see those solid arms of his.
After he yanked me off the floor like a teddy bear I realize there’s even more there than I thought. And my thoughts drift momentarily to what other surprises he might have.
But he arrives and with a smile I pat the bench next to me. And he’s a good boy and sits right there! And Oh god, I can smell him!
It’s very faint but he’s put on some sort of cologne or something. Mmmmmmm. And with a big smile I turn to him and give him a kiss on the cheek! “That’s for not being an asshole in the gym today.”
Laughing, he says, “I was so startled I didn’t have time! And I was afraid you were hurt.” And before I can even react to that he leans over and kisses me! And not on the cheek! But he doesn’t make a big deal of it. “You owed me, now we’re even!”
Damn! Is this going where I think it’s going? “I don’t know Tony, I think you might be a little ahead now, I’ll put it on your account.” I didn’t expect to start out like this, and I like it a lot! But I don’t want to rush things, just in case.
“So Tony, is that how you meet girls?”
“As I suspect you’ve noticed, I don’t normally “meet girls”, but since it worked so well maybe I’ll try it again sometime. I’m just glad it was you and not your ditzy friend.” At least it seems he doesn’t realize it was sort of on purpose.
I elbow him in the ribs. “You mean Ginny? God, she’s so skinny it probably would have killed her. But I bet she’d like it. If she knew we were here she’d be jealous!”
“You mean she doesn’t?”
“Hell no!” I neglect to mention that she does know we are “someplace”. “Well since we did meet, I’m Tony August, and you are …?”
“Ellen Treadwell, although I guess I didn’t live up to my name today.”
“I think you’ve belonged to the gym as long as I have, I remember you were one of the first people I saw. Or noticed anyhow. And you’re there all the damn time!”
“Well, it’s nice to be noticed I guess,” I say with a smile. I’ve seen you looking at me you know. But I see you looking at just about everyone. The women anyway. At first I thought you were a real asshole. But I kind of got used to it. You get off on women in gym clothes?”
“I don’t “get off”. But I do appreciate a nice looking woman. Helps the workout go faster and takes my mind off the pain. No harm in looking there?”
“Um well, it does make people self-conscious when you stare at them, and some girls really don’t like it! They think maybe you’re a perv.
Maybe you are. I think I’ve seen a bulge in your shorts Tony! Are you thinking nasty things?” I giggle to let him know I’m not serious about it. Well not too serious anyway.
“I don’t stare, I just look. And you’ve been looking at my shorts, and you’re calling me a perv? And it’s not a bulge, it’s just a lump. My lump. If it was a bulge you’d know it!”
Oh shit, maybe I did go a little too far.! Dammit my glass is empty again; gotta watch myself before I’m in trouble. “Why Tony, I never guessed you like to brag!”
“I don’t, you brought it up. I guess you’re good at that. At least you don’t look away like most of the women, you’ve got guts. I like that.”
Suddenly he laughs. “That’s why I look at you a little more than the others. That and that hot body of yours.”
Oh my fucking god! I have to watch out with this one! He doesn’t pull his punches! I’m sure that’s a line. But dammit, the woman in me loves it!
He said it right out, so he can’t take it back! I can’t help giving him a big smile. “I guess that’s a compliment!” In spite of myself, I giggle! “Maybe I look because I see something I like too! But guys aren’t s’posed to look back! It’s no fun if you’re caught doing it!”
“How do you know I like hot bodies? Maybe I like skinny ones, like your friend … Ginny?”
I giggle again. “Cuz if it’s not what you like you wouldn’t think I have a hot body! And you wouldn’t be looking! And a lot of guys do think Ginny is hot.” I will add the last to change the subject for a moment. I’m getting a little embarrassed suddenly, or maybe it’s just the alcohol. But I can feel myself flush.
One of the waitresses finally came in, and she sauntered over to our table, since we’re the only ones there. “Need anything?”
He looks at me. “Ellie?”
Dammit. No one ever calls me that! But from him I kind of like it. It’s personal. “Whatever he’s having.
”
He orders another beer and she’s back in a minute with two. And he pays! I was afraid it might be awkward, considering I offered him one. I don’t really like beer, but at least I can nurse it. Don’t really need much more.
Suddenly he lifts his glass and says, “To Gym Ratz!”
I’m really hoping he means us, not just me. “Is that what we are?” I say with a big grin. I just get a nod in reply, and I tap his glass. We chatter on for a while and he loosens up a little. Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s the way I keep touching him. After all, I want him to feel “comfortable”.
But when I “inadvertently” put my hand on his thigh, over the shorts, he ups the ante and looks at me with a smile as he puts his hand on my knee, bare below the short skirt. “Oh!” escapes my lips, I wasn’t expecting that! But what the hell, why are we here? I put on a great big smile and say, “Why, Tony!”
But he reaches his other hand over on top of mine, the one on his thigh. “Why, Ellie!” with as big a smile. And I just can’t help a giggle, and I give him a little squeeze. And I feel his fingertips very slowly start to slide up over my knee and onto my thigh. Instant goose bumps! But dammit it feels good! I shudder and take a deep breath.
“Tony?”
“Yeah Ellie?”
“Bump. Or Bulge?”
He looks down at the table. “I don’t know, can’t see it.”
I know what that means. I’ll have to find out for myself. So I call his bluff, pull my hand from his and start sliding very slowly up the front of his pants.
All of a sudden I’m shaking, and it’s pure sexual energy! The game has changed. And I feel him slump down just a little, making it easier for me. Oh my god! I gasp when I realize his hand is sliding up too. And it’s already under my skirt! And I’m now painfully aware of what’s missing up there!
But then my hand hits something, and I slide it up to see what. Oh my god! No bump. BULGE! And it’s huge! I gasp again, this time looking at him. And all the while my hand is moving, exploring, and it just keeps going!