Alien Affair

by Gloria Martin

  When she talked to me she, tilted her head in a cute, feminine way that I really liked. I started to get an erection. Good thing I was wearing my looser pants.

  Now, normally this would be the time for me to do my elevator sales pitch, to highlight exactly why I was the best personal trainer around, but instead my mind went frustratingly blank, and my penis was not getting any softer. “Erm… sure, we’ll… figure it out,” I said sounding like an idiot.

  Get it together!

  “Okay,” I forced myself to sound a little more confident. “So let’s get started with my usual tester routine…”

  As we went over this, I found it very difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. As she bent her body in the sexiest ways, and showed me just what she was capable of, I kept finding my mind wandering. I don’t know if she noticed my erection, I hope not. Anna was definitely underestimating her own ability, she was amazing and could do anything I asked of her, and that made her even more attractive.

  I just wanted to rip off her clothes and make love to her right there on the bench. I kept it together, though.

  Ah, what the hell was I going to do? How was I going to restrain myself? I’d never been particularly good at that.

  *****

  Logan

  I watched Brad giving that new girl the eye, and my heart screwed up in jealousy. I hated seeing him flirting with anyone else, it drove me absolutely crazy, and the fact that he just did it so casually in front of me, as if my feelings didn’t even matter (not that he knew about my feelings), it damn near killed me.

  I’d been in love with him from the very first second that he started work at the gym, and every day around him, being so close but unable to touch him, it was agonizing. Usually, I was great at determining the sexuality of others – as a bisexual, I found myself really in tune with other people – but with Brad I just couldn’t work it out at all, and that made my own emotions even more difficult to deal with. All the signs were pointing to him being straight, but I just wasn’t fully, one hundred percent convinced.

  I’d wondered if I was just kidding myself at there was any chance that he was bi. Looking at him at that moment, with that blonde girl smiling up at him and smiling, I was pretty sure of it. He had to be straight.

  But I couldn’t turn my feelings off, no matter how hard I tried. And I had tried continuously.

  I hated that girl he was with, coming in and taking so easily the affection that I wanted so much more.

  It seemed that my feelings for Brad would forever be unrequited. But what the hell could I do about that?

  *****

  Anna

  My heart literally skipped a beat the first time I laid eyes on Brad. He was a vision of the perfect man – strong, muscular, tall, dark-haired, and very handsome. He had these amazing piercing green eyes, and dimples to die for. He was the picture of a rebound dream – not that I was necessarily looking for a hook-up of any kind – but even if he was, he was completely and utterly out of reach. As Harry’s friend and my personal trainer, he was firmly in the no-go area.

  I had to just ignore that, and concentrate on getting fit once more.

  At first, I tried to ignore the fluttering he gave me in my stomach, and the intense desire I felt every time his body got close enough to mine, and just focus on the task at hand. I figured that the longer I spent with him, and the more I got to know him, the easier this would become.

  ***

  But the effect he had on me was the complete opposite.

  Around him I become a bumbling idiot, a horny fool, and I wasn’t sure how long I could keep away from him for. And this only got worse the longer we were together.

  By the time we reached our sixth session, my desire towards him was growing increasingly stronger without showing any signs of letting up, and it was driving me insane. I wanted him so damn badly, but I also didn’t want to lose him as a trainer. I didn’t want to risk losing him in the professional sense because he was excellent at his job. His lessons were the only thing giving me purpose. Sure, I’d managed to land a crappy part-time job as a receptionist, but I hated that, and all the other girls in the office were really bitchy. Working out at the gym was something I loved and needed that way more than I needed him.

  At least, that was what I told myself when I kept finding myself needing to touch him at every given opportunity!

  The worst part was that I could almost sense desire coursing off of him around me too. I may have been imagining it, but as time went on it seemed like he was struggling to keep away from me too. That made the taboo, illicit thing that much more exciting. I almost couldn’t bear it.

  “Okay, I think that’s it for today. Great work.” Brad shot me his award-winning grin, as I got back into a standing position. “You’re really improving.”

  I glanced my eyes around the room, as I always did during our interactions, to give me anything else to focus on. It quickly hit me that we were all alone. The entire gym, which was normally bustling with activity, was completely abandoned.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked him, completely confused.

  “We ran way over time today,” he laughed. “But you were doing so well. The gym is actually shut.”

  I gulped, my body instantly lighting up on fire with his words. I was alone, with Brad, in an empty gym. It was like all my secret fantasies coming true. The thoughts I’d been trying so desperately not to think came bubbling to the surface like an unwelcome flood.

  “Right,” I practically whispered. “Well I should…”

  He nodded sharply, a strange expression on his face. Was he feeling it too? Was he acutely aware that this was the first time that we’d ever been completely by ourselves?

  Why was I so damn desperate to find out?

  “I, erm… I guess I’ll see you next time, then?” I said. Why couldn’t I stop talking? Why couldn’t I walk away? The second I went, I would break this tension, and that would be the smart thing to do…

  He stepped closer to me, as if he was testing me. I stood resolutely where I was, trying to ignore my heart that was pounding nosily against my rib cage. I was getting dangerously close to being completely unable to resist, and I was doing nothing to stop that.

  The seconds ticked by, and nothing changed. He didn’t back down, and neither did I. We simply stood there, looking at one another.

  And then he kissed me. The rest of the world became a blur. A tremendous passion flooded up inside of me as I realized that this was all I needed to make me feel better about myself. The exercise had gotten my endorphins up and made me feel good, but it was nothing compared to this kiss. Sure, the consequences of my actions might be dire, but right now I didn’t care a jot about that.

  I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I wanted more.

  I ran my fingers through Brad’s dark, thick hair, pulling him closer to me. Once he realized that I was game for whatever was about to happen next, he lifted me up as if I weighed little more than a pillow, and wrapped my legs around his waist, giving me a feel of his thick, throbbing erection through his gym shorts.

  I almost lost it right there and then.

  “Oh God,” I groaned loudly, tossing my head back in ecstasy. As Brad reined kisses down over my neck, I felt my entire body turn to jelly. My thoughts completely switched off, and my body took over, doing exactly what felt good.

  Then Brad lay me back across one of the benches, and my mind went blank with heat and desire.

  *****

  Brad

  This was wrong. It was so, so wrong. On so many levels too. This could lose me my job, my friendship with Harry, and Anna forever, but looking at her lying there, writhing in pleasure as I removed her leggings to get a better access to her, it didn’t matter. It all felt completely worth it.

  But as my cock strained against my shorts, begging for the release I was finally about to grant it, I knew that I’d never forgive myself if this didn’t happen. I’d been fantasizing about Anna for weeks – in the shower,
at work, even whilst in the car, so to have the reality in front of me was almost overwhelming.

  As she wiggled out of her underwear, I started to trail my hands up her thighs, eager to get a feel of her. She almost couldn’t bear the tension. I could tell because she was biting down really hard on her lip, but she didn’t complain even once. Eventually I rewarded her by slipping a finger experimentally inside of her, just to see how she was going to react. I wondered if maybe it was a step too far, too fast.

  Instead, she moaned happily and shut her eyes in pleasure – giving just the reaction I’d hoped for. From the trembling of her body, she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.

  “How’s that?” I asked, feeling a little more confident that this was going to go the whole way now.

  “Ohh fuck!” she panted, using an expletive in front of me for the very first time. Something about that was sweet, and hot as hell! To see a sweet girl become dirty mouthed was always a massive turn on.

  I kissed down her stomach, growing even more excited. My erection was practically screaming out for her, but I needed to keep it under control for the moment. I would get my time, but I needed to see her fall apart completely first. I knew about her history, about her hard time with her shitty ex – Harry had told me all of it – and now that this was happening, I needed to make her feel amazing. I wanted her to feel good about herself, and I knew that right now I could do that for her.

  I moved my hand away, wanting to take her with my mouth instead. I plunged my tongue deep inside of her warm, slippery pussy, which felt even hotter deep inside. She buckled, arched her back, and gripped onto me tightly.

  Her breaths started to come out ragged, proving that she was getting dangerously near to the edge. “I want you inside me, Brad.”

  I certainly didn’t need to be told twice!

  I shifted up her body, yanking my shorts down in the process, and I pressed a light kiss on her lips whilst I teased her entrance. She gripped me tighter, hanging on to me, and begged me to give it to her.

  “Fuck me, Brad,” she gasped. “Please!”

  I entered her, finally feeling what I’d been thinking nonstop about. It was incredible. The real thing was so much better than all of my fantasies.

  “Oh fuck!” she cried, thrusting back against me just as powerfully. It was clear that she’d been desiring this for as long as I had, that she’d been forcing herself to hold back too. It was so good to finally have her!

  Then all of a sudden, she swung her body over mine and positioned herself on top of me, completely surprising me.

  “Take your top off,” I said. If she wanted to do it this way – and I was glad that she did – I needed to see every inch of her skin. She obeyed, and revealed her breasts; pale, soft and quivering, with inviting, light pink nipples. As she closed her eyes, flung her head back and began riding me, her breasts bounced mesmerizingly.

  Unable to resist, I sat up while she rode me, slipping a nipple into my mouth. As I sucked and tugged, sending sensations flowing throughout her body, she dug her nails into my back, leaving me the sort of deep scratches that would have me smiling about tonight for weeks.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel her muscles begin to contract around me. Her face contorted in pleasure, proving just what I’d been suspecting. She was close, very close. I was giving her probably the first orgasm she’d had in a very long time, and she was enjoying it.

  “Oh my fuck!” she suddenly screamed, shuddering with a powerful wave of pleasure crashing over her. “Ohh!” she squeaked, as though the orgasm had taken all her energy.

  Having her like that, on top of me, crumbling, made the passion explode from me too. I came inside of her hotly.

  After that, we collapsed on a heap on the floor, half laughing and half wondering how the hell we were going to deal with the consequences of what we’d just done.

  Now that the hazy lust was passing, I was realizing just what I’d caved into, and it was exactly what I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t.

  *****

  Logan

  It was obvious. Completely and utterly fucking obvious, I could see it plastered across his fucking face as he looked at her.

  They’d slept together.

  I’d lost Brad to yet another slut, and I could feel my heart breaking. Even though I’d known he’d been with other people before, I hadn’t had to have it forced in my face like this before. This felt like the lowest goddamn point of my whole entire life. I just couldn’t seem to stop watching them, hating them, feeling like my insides were going to explode from the injustice of it all. I wanted him more than that girl did!

  All I could think about was the two of them hooking up. It consumed all my thoughts, and was eating me up from the inside out.

  My own work was suffering, I could barely concentrate for long enough to even speak to any of my fitness clients, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. I was completely and utterly destroyed, and I had no idea how to cope. How the hell do people get things done when their entire world falls out from beneath them?

  After a while of watching them, I couldn’t do it for another second, so I forced myself to hide away, feigning illness for the rest of their session. I hated seeing the lust in her eyes, and her giggly flirtation.

  I sat alone, trying to calm myself down by breathing deeply. I needed water, but I knew I’d have to go back out there to get some. I found myself in a dilemma, one that my thirst won. I decided to sneak out there quickly and quietly. I figured that I’d get in and out without anyone even noticing me.

  But of course, I was never going to be able to get away with that. That would be far too lucky for someone like me.

  An irritatingly sweet female voice called out behind me, the second I stepped back out into the workout room. “Excuse me? I’m wondering if you can help me.”

  I span around to see her of all people standing there, and I couldn’t stop myself. “Oh God,” I sneered, as the angry, hot red rage coursed through my veins. “What the hell do you want?” I was being unprofessional around a client, I knew that, but I didn’t even care. She made me that fucking furious that it’s lucky I didn’t scream.

  “Excuse me?” She was completely taken aback by my reaction. Even her skin turned an odd ashen shade. “What’s your problem?”

  “Urgh, women like you!” I practically growled, trying to step away from her. I wasn’t quite sure where my temper was going to take me, and I didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.

  “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she said, combatively. She was enraged now. Her entire face was red. If I wasn’t careful, she was going to report me and I would lose my job. If I didn’t work here, then I would likely never get to see Brad again – which could be a good thing, as I couldn’t bear to be in the gym with him at all right now. But then again, I did not want to earn a bad reputation that would hinder getting a job elsewhere.

  “I’m sorry,” I finally replied through gritted teeth, deciding that I didn’t really want to have to find out. “Bad day.”

  “And how exactly is that my fault?” she asked, watching my eyes flick towards Brad. “Oh God,” I could see the panic plastered across her face, as some sort of realization hit her. “Has he told you? Do you know?” She gripped onto my arm, looking up at me with the most terrified expression I’d ever seen on a woman. Something about the way her blue eyes were staring at me, got my crazy emotions all tied up in knots.

  She’d just confirmed all of my worst fears about her having sex with Brad, but somehow now she had me feeling bad for her. She clearly didn’t want anyone to know about it, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why. She had no wedding or engagement ring, and she certainly didn’t seem to be attached, so it had to be something else holding her back.

  Curiosity killed me. I needed to know.

  “No, he didn’t tell me,” I finally admitted. “But it’s obvious. Just look at the pair of you.”

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�Oh God,” she groaned, slumping on the nearby seat. I was so intrigued that I actually went and joined her. “I don’t want that. No one can find out.”

  “Why?” I whispered, leaning in closer to her.

  “Because… oh God, well because he’s a friend of my brother – who would go crazy – and because I just got out of a really shitty relationship with a man that everyone warned me against.” She sighed deeply, looking only at her hands. “I guess I’m just a mess, and I made a crazy decision. It was fun, and it made me feel good for a moment, but I’m terrified that it’ll lead to another mistake, another regret.”

  Her eyes were so desperately sad, that almost in an instant my opinion of her changed. I’d been in situations where I’d felt like shit about myself, so I could understand the rash actions. I no longer hated her, instead I felt sorry for her. I wasn’t sure why, but I found myself wanting to unload. I’d never confessed my feeling to anyone before, but in that moment it felt too much to keep inside any longer.

  “I’ve been in love with Brad forever,” I finally heard myself saying. “He doesn’t know, and I have no idea how he feels about me or anything.” I sighed sadly. “I know it’s selfish, but seeing how much he likes you is killer. I wish I could just turn these feelings off, but I can’t. I don’t know how.”

  “I’m sorry,” she replied. “If I’d known…”

  “Of course you didn’t,” I said. “How could you? No one does. I’m just a foolish idiot in love with a guy who’s never going to want me.”

  “Of course you’re not,” Anna replied. She smiled kindly, which went some way to making me feel a teeny bit better about myself. “Are you working now?” she suddenly asked, as if something had hit her. “Or do you want to go for a drink?”