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Senior Year - Part 1 - The Agreement
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Senior Year - Part 1 - The Agreement Bridgett was in her senior year in college. She'd always been a little on the pudgy side growing up but the freshman 15 turned into the freshman 30 followed by the sophomore 10 and the junior 20. She gazed back at the stranger looking at her in the mirror and wondered how she'd let it get this out of hand. Pinching the rolls of her tummy, she groaned. It disgusted her. She couldn't stand to look at herself so she grunted and shut her closet door. Digging through the pile of clean clothes on the floor by her bed, she found her black workout pants, a black sports bra and a blue tanktop. She didn't like that her flabby arms would be on display but figured that gyms were meant for fat people to work out in so she shouldn't feel too out of place. The walk across campus to the gym was a bit tough since there were a fair amount of stairs. She managed to make it in about 30 minutes and was coated in a light sheen of sweat. Her round cheeks were a nice flushed pink as she opened the door and heard the loud music playing over the sound system. Looking around, she felt a little intimidated at first - there were free weights lining two mirrored walls and a jungle of workout machines all lined up in nice little rows. There were treadmills, ellipticals, stationary bikes, rowing machines and an evil looking machine called Jacob's Ladder which seemed to be an endless escalator. She grabbed a small towel from the stack by the door and headed for an empty treadmill. It seemed redundant after her walk to the gym but it was the one piece of equipment she was fairly familiar with. Picking her settings, she decided that another mile would be just the ticket. "Let's see," she mused quietly to herself. "Twenty....five minutes at 3 mph. Good." She pushed the buttons and the machine whirred to life beneath her. She stepped on and quickly knew that this was going to be a challenge. Her hips and butt were already begging her to stop the torture but she chalked that up to being a beginner. There were five televisions mounted from the ceiling - each one playing a different show. She scanned them...sports, news, talk show, more sports, even more sports. None of it held her interest so she let her eyes begin to drift over the other exercisers. There were three other girls on treadmills, each looking like a cheerleader type. She felt a twinge of both jealousy and hope as she took in their perfectly toned bodies. "That will be me soon enough," she muttered to herself. Continuing to look around the room, she saw some more athletic types working out and a couple other comrades in chubbiness. She tried to catch their eyes and give them an encouraging smile but they seemed too self conscious to make eye contact. She couldn't blame them...she was working really hard to avoid eye contact with most of the people in the gym too. She didn't realize how heavy she was breathing until hearing someone say her name made her gasp. She stuttered a step and looked over to her right to find Mr. Dalton smiling up at her. She hadn't seen him anywhere in the gym and the fact that he spotted her instantly flushed her cheeks a bright scarlet. Simon Dalton was in his late 40's but had kept a very toned shape. His salt and pepper hair complimented his gray green eyes nicely. His mouth was always curled up with a hint of a smile that showed off the dimple in his right cheek. At 5'11", he was just enough taller that she'd had to look up into those gorgeous eyes whenever she'd turned in an assignment in last year's<b> philosophy </font></b>class. She didn't know how it was possible for him to look better than he did in a dress shirt and tie but his sleeveless workout shirt showed off his shapely arms and the fabric of his shorts made her wonder just what kind of tool he was working with. "Oh, hey, Mr. Dalton." She kept walking, suddenly very aware of how much her boobs were jiggling. "Hi there, Bridgett. Getting in a workout, I see." "Yeah, Mr. D." She smiled brightly and joked, "I know a perfect specimen like me doesn't need to work out but I had nothing better to do than to further chisel my body." She laughed lightly and looked at him. His smile was uneasy. He looked down at the floor and then back up at her, his face serious. "Why do you do that?" he asked. "Do what?" She wondered if she had offended him somehow. "Why do you make jokes at your expense?" There was something about his eyes that unnerved her a little. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything by it. I was just teasing." She pushed some buttons on the machine and it slowed considerably. "Are you almost done with your workout?" he asked, noticing the speed change. "Yeah. I think I've had enough for one day." Her tone was dulled as she wiped her face off. "I'm really sorry, Mr. D. I..." "Don't worry about it, Bridgett. I know it's a defense mechanism but I don't think you need one. How do you feel about a post workout smoothie? I haven't really talked with you much since last year and like to keep up with all my students...or past students." He smiled and it instantly lifted her spirits. "Sure, let me just toss this towel into the bin and I'm game." He held the door open as she walked out then followed behind her. She thought she felt his hand on the small of her back for an instant but the touch was so light it could've been her imagination. She'd always had a bit of a crush on Mr. Dalton. They chit chatted as they walked to the smoothie bar a couple buildings over. She told him about her summer at the lake and he talked about teaching summer semester. They were laughing and smiling easily with one another by the time they had ordered and found a table at which to sit. The conversation took a turn back toward fitness. "So, Bridgett, how long have you been working out?" She laughed and answered, "Honestly, you caught me on my first day." "What prompted you to start working out then?" His tone was warm and friendly, almost full of concern. "I just can't stand the way I look or feel" she shrugged. "It's not the real me." "What does the real you look like?" "Well, not a size two...but definitely healthy. I want to be a sexy, curvy girl...not curvy in the chunky way...I mean curvy like Marilyn Monroe kind of curvy." He nodded. "I see. And do you know how to get there from where you are?" She paused for a second before answering. "I think so. I've never had to do it before so I'm not sure but I mean, I have a basic understanding of exercise and better diet and all that." "Do you have anybody helping you?" She shook her head. "No. I'm just doing it on my own." He set his smoothie down and turned to face her. "Do you want someone to help you?" Her eyes narrowed a little in curiosity. "Sure. I mean, I would love help if I could get it." "Look at me, Bridgett." She turned and looked into his eyes. There was something dark there but she couldn't place it. "I don't think you know this about me but I have helped many like you get into much better physical shape. I've worked with them one on one and they've gone from bigger than you are down to gorgeous young ladies. I would be willing to work with you but I want to know something first. Do you find me attractive?" The question seemed to come out of left field and she wasn't sure she had heard correctly. "What?" He repeated a bit slower and more deliberately. "Do you find me attractive, Bridgett?" She stuttered and took a long sip of her smoothie before answering. "Well....I mean...yeah, I do...but..." He shushed her. "No 'buts'. It's a simple yes or no question. The reason I ask you this is because I only accept one kind of payment for my help. Now I want to help you out very much and I don't think what I'm asking in return is too much." Her curiosity was off the charts. Her brain raced with the possibilities. He continued, "Are you serious about getting into shape?" "Yes, I am...very serious." "Good. Then I will help you out. You need to know that my time is precious so if I think you're wasting it, I won't hesitate to drop you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. D." She trembled with excitement and nervousness, still wondering about the payment. "I don't have a lot of extra cash though..." He laughed and smiled a brilliant smile. "It's ok Bridgett. I told you I only accept one form of payment...and it's not cash." "Mastercard? Visa?" she joked but she was really curious. "No, Bridgett. I only accept payment in sexual favors." He paused and looked at her while she tried to process what she had just heard. Her eyes flashed up to his questioningly. "You heard me correctly. " His hand reached out for hers and she almost jumped when she felt the warmth of his skin on hers. "I only take payment in sexual favors so I need to know from you if that is a price you are willing to pay." She took a long pause, looking down at the table top like it had the answer buried somewhere inside. He couldn't possibly be serious...but then...one look at his face showed that he was. Sex with Mr. Dalton? He was almost old enough to be her dad but he was so very good looking. She glanced over at him. His gaze pierced right through her. How could she say no? "I don't know, Mr. D. I don't want to get you into any kind of trouble or..." "There wouldn't be any trouble, Bridgett. Just you and me working together for our own selfish interests. You can use my knowledge and expertise to help you take the pounds off and I can use your body whenever and however I see fit. Those are the terms of the agreement. I'm not going to force you into anything. Does that sound like something you are willing to do?" His thumb brushed lightly over her fingers and she felt electricity. She could barely believe it was her speaking when she heard the word yes. He smiled and it made her smile in return although she could definitely feel her cheeks burning. "Good! Then let's get started. I want you to meet me tomorrow here at the gym at the same time that you were there today. Bring a composition book and a pen or pencil because you're going to be taking a lot of notes and we're going to get a baseline of where you're starting from." She could only nod, making mental notes of his requests. They got up and tossed their cups in the trash. She wasn't really sure how to end this unusual encounter with her favorite teacher so she awkwardly stuck out her hand for a handshake. He chuckled and gave her a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. Standing back with his arms on her shoulders, he smiled at her. "I'm glad we're going to be working together, Bridgett. I think you're gonna be amazing." She couldn't help but check out his ass as he walked away. Her thoughts swirled on the walk back to her dorm as she pondered just what kind of sexual favors he could mean. She stripped the second she was through the door and turned on the shower. The hot water steamed up the bathroom as she stepped into the warm stream. She hadn't noticed how good the water felt on her skin before. She grabbed her bar of soap and began to run it over her arms, then chest, sliding it around her large breasts. She soaped up her round tummy thinking that it would be gone soon enough before sliding the soap between her legs. She was a little surprised to discover just how wet she'd gotten during her little talk with Mr. Dalton. She moaned as her fingers danced over her swollen bud and slide through her slick folds. Images of his dreamy smile and chiseled body ran through her mind as she touched and rubbed herself. She closed her eyes and let two fingers slip gently up inside her, feeling her hot tunnel tight around them. Working them in and out ever faster, she groped her breasts with her other hand. She closed her eyes and imagined what it was going to feel like to have his hands doing this instead of hers. Almost immediately, she tensed and shuddered as she came hard on her hand. "Fuck!" Basking in the afterglow, she finished up her shower and dried off. She checked her phone and saw a message from her best friend asking if she wanted to go out tonight. She texted back -Hell yeah! - then started looking through her closet for something to wear. She still couldn't believe that she was going to have sex with Mr. D! She debated telling her best friend about the encounter....but thought it might be better kept as a secret...for now. (to be continued) |
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I definitely want to read the rest 
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1 post 8/12/2014 3:17 pm |
I can only describe it as a very promising start, nicely done!
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mmm I can't wait to read the rest of the story.
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