Lovers #2

Last week I stepped out on my boyfriend for the first time. It was exciting, strange, and definitely very enjoyable. Since Sunday, J. and I have been texting every now and then, but we haven’t seen each other since that day. In the meantime, all of us are going to the gym together again tonight, so we have to pretend like nothing happened. 

October 2018

At the gym, we all greet each other with a kiss and a hug. I don’t skip J., but I do avoid his gaze. Let’s get to work first and then see what happens in the group. Will he really be discreet and can he be trusted? Pretending to concentrate very hard, I focus on the weights that are in front of me. As soon as the metal bar is on my shoulders and I’m preparing myself for the first round of front squats, I can feel someone staring at me from behind. I carefully check the mirror in front of me and I see J. looking at me from a distance, waiting until I bend my knees so he can check out my ass. I can feel the blood rushing through my body and I hope nobody notices my flushed cheeks. Fortunately, the squats go well. It’s like my body wants to try even harder this time. Eventually my mind clears and I guide myself through the rest of the training without further distractions.

As usual, after the workout someone suggests going out for a drink. It’s more of a habit than an actual suggestion by now. The cafe around the corner is our usual spot. We start walking to the locker rooms together and before I can process what is happening, I can feel a hand touching my ass. My body immediately reacts with hot flashes again. How are we going to do this for heaven’s sake? I don’t have to wait long for an answer.

His hand between my legs…

After we’ve showered, we all stand outside, ready to go to our cafe. We talk about our week and we’re all glad it’s finally weekend. Once inside the cafe, we notice our regular table at the bar is still empty, so we quickly sit down on the bar stools. J. manages to inconspicuously seat himself right next to me. What is the meaning of this? As soon as we all have drinks, the conversations liven up again and we’re not exactly quiet. Suddenly I feel a hand on my leg. I know it’s J.’s. With a stoic expression, he continues the conversation like nothing is happening. I feel it getting warmer and warmer beween my legs as he slowly moves his hand upwards. All of this is happening while my boyfriend is sitting across from me! I have to get out of here. I have to cool off.

I decide to use one of my other bad habits as an excuse and I announce to everyone that I’m going for a smoke outside. Somehow J. manages to be the only one who goes outside with me. Once we’re outside, we automatically walk away from the cafe a little further than usual, so we are no longer in sight of anyone. I barely have time to light my cigarette before I feel J.’s body against mine. He is horny and all he wants is to have me right here, right now. Fortunately, the voice in my head is loud enough for me to hear: we can’t do this! And so I prevent a spontaneous, explosive lovemaking session right there on the street.

All about me

But we just can’t keep our hands off each other. My free hand slides into his pants. J. has already lifted up my dress and slideshis fingers into my thong. To the outside world it looks like I am calmly smoking my cigarette, but I feel an orgasm building up inside. I whisper to J. that he needs to stop, but this only encourages him even more. He massages my clitoris with his thumb and he slides two fingers into my vagina to stimulate my G-spot. I put my teeth on his shoulder and make sure I make him just as crazy and wild as he makes me. I increase the speed of my hand on his penis and I stroke his glans with my thumb. I notice that he also produces more and more fluid. Then I reach my climax. I smother my grunts in J.’s neck. As soon as I orgasm, J. pulls back. Apparently tonight is all about me. Like nothing happened, we go back to our table in the cafe and we insert ourselves back into the conversation, which apparently is still about some invention on the Chinese market.

– D.