Just don’t think about it, she told herself. Just keep cool. This is just another class. You’ve made it this far. You can do this. And, to her amazement, she met the men’s smiles with one of her own.
“Hey, Tiffany,” Sam clapped her on the back, his thumb brushing the nape of her neck. “We were worried you wouldn’t make it.”
“You guys are worse than my granny,” Tiffany replied, marveling at her own daring. “I wouldn’t miss this class for the world. Not when we’re so close to the end.”
“That’s the spirit,” said Jamie, flashing her a heart-stopping smile. Tiffany felt her throat constrict and she forced herself to keep breathing.
The class went as usual, the three of them working together to help each other through every exercise. Tiffany tried to write it off as her over-active imagination but it seemed to her that Jamie and Sam were touching her more often than usual – and that their touches lingered longer than necessary. Jamie, for instance, kept running his hands up her inner arms, ostensibly guiding her as she lifted the barbell, but in reality just making her skin tingle and her pussy grow wet. Tiffany kept imagining what it would be like to simply drop the barbell and lean back into him while his strong hands ran down her breasts and thighs. By the time class was over she was dripping wet and unbearably horny. She barely gave the boys a chance to say goodbye as she smiled, waved, and dashed for the change room. All her worries at being invited out with guys that night had been pushed from her head by her desperate need for release.
Stripping off her clothes, Tiffany barricaded herself in one of the shower stalls and treated herself to a nice long soak – complete with visions of Sam and Jamie doing incredible things to her. As she brought herself to climax – with some help from the shower head - she imagined their muscular bodies wrapped around hers, cradling her between them as they took turns pleasuring her – their enormous cocks filling her to the brim as they made her come again and again. This time, Tiffany didn’t stop even when she heard other women coming and going. She knew that no one could hear her over the noise of the water and the fans and everyone else’s gossiping.
By the time Tiffany came to her gasping finale, the locker room was completely empty. She poked her head out and caught sight of the clock. It was later than she expected and everyone else was gone for the night. Shrugging, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to get dressed. At least this way she’d have the place to herself.
Dressed and ready to go home and finish her novel, Tiffany rummaged through her bag for her phone and ear buds, only to realize they weren’t there.
“Shit,” she whispered. Thinking back, she tried to remember where she’d left them. Surely they hadn’t been stolen? Who here would want her beat up old Samsung? Then she remembered: in her hurry to masturbate, she’d left her phone sitting in on the windowsill in the classroom. Hoping that it was still there and that the CrossFitarea still unlocked, Tiffany went back into the gym.
The gym was dark but there was a light on in the CrossFit room. Still hopeful, Tiffany picked her way through the equipment and pushed open the frosted glass door of the classroom. What she saw inside made her gasp.
Still shirtless from their work out, Sam and Jamie were wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing each other passionately. At the sound of Tiffany’s gasp, however, they broke apart, their eyes wide.
“Oh Christ,” said Jamie.
“No, no!” said Tiffany, waving her hands. “I’m so sorry. I just… I forgot my… I had no idea. I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll go.” She could feel her face go bright red.
“No!” shouted out both men in unison.
“Don’t go,” said Sam. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Tiffany paused. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Aren’t you a couple? I had no idea…”
Jamie and Sam shook their heads. “We’re not a couple,” said Jamie. “It’s… we’re…” he looked at his friend for help.
“We’re into you,” Sam said bluntly. “We’ve been wanting to sleep with you since you started working out here. But tonight you just ran off and we got to talking and, well, one thing led to another and we thought we’d… hmmm... I dunno… practice, I guess.”
“Me?” Tiffany repeated, flabbergasted. “You both… with me?” her voice quavered and her knees felt weak.
“I mean… if you ever wanted to,” said Jamie. “Like, we get that you’re not interested—”
“Why do you think that?” Tiffany asked, appalled.
“Well, you never want to go for drinks or anything,” Sam shrugged.
“I’m interested,” said Tiffany decisively. She could feel her heart thundering against her ribcage, but the sight of the two men enjoying each other was too much for her. She wanted them and she wanted them now.
“Really?” Jamie grinned.
Tiffany nodded. “Let’s go,” she said.
“Like, right now?” Sam asked, his eyes widening.
“Right now. You’re not the only ones who’ve been waiting.” Tiffany knew that if she gave herself any time to think she would get too nervous and would run away. Reaching down, she pulled her shirt and sports bra up over her head and flung them aside.
Jamie moaned and Sam licked his lips at the sight of her tanned breasts still damp from her shower. Tiffany could see their erections pressing against the thin material of their shorts and they were just as big as she’d imagined them. She felt her pussy tingle in anticipation.
The men came forward, each taking one of her breasts in their mouths, sucking and licking her nipples as they pulled off her shorts. Tiffany gasped at the sensation, at once gentle and insistent. When they had her clothes off, Jamie knelt down, burying his face in her eager pussy and licking her from top to bottom, before swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit. Tiffany nearly screamed, her hands tightening in his dark hair. She’d never felt such intense pleasure.
Jamie slid her on to his shoulders and, grabbing her ass firmly in his large hands, stood up - his tongue and lips never ceasing their tantalizing ministrations. As Jamie began sucking Tiffany’s clit in earnest, she glanced down and saw that Sam had pulled off his friend’s workout shorts and sunk Jamie’s cock deep into his mouth. The sight of Sam blowing Jamie turned Tiffany on more than she thought possible and she ground her hips into Jamie’s eager mouth, moaning at his enthusiastic response.
Then Tiffany felt another pair of hands take hold of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. Leaving Jamie’s cock behind, Sam had stood up and begun to lick and kiss the sensitive nerves of Tiffany’s anus while Jamie slid two fingers deep into her tight pussy.
“Oh Christ,” Tiffany screamed, the dual sensations too much for her. Her walls tightened around Jamie’s fingers and she came, covering the men’s faces with her salty juices.
They laughed, wiping their chins as Jamie lowered her onto the bench press. With trembling fingers, Tiffany took hold of Sam’s shorts and tugged them off him, revealing an enormous, bobbing cock. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Oh God, please,” he moaned, straddling the bench press and leaning back against the bar.
Without waiting, Tiffany bent down and brought him deep into her mouth, her perfect red lips closing around the base of his shaft as she ran her tongue back up his length. Sam groaned in ecstasy, grabbing her hair in both hands. Tiffany was on her hands and knees on the bench press, her round ass high in the air, giving Jamie a perfect view of her wet, glistening entrance. Sliding onto the bench behind her, Jamie spread her wide with his thumbs and went back to work licking her slick pussy, running his tongue along every inch of her and gently sucking on each of her swollen folds. Tiffany moaned around Sam’s cock, her voice mingling with his.
Just as Tiffany was getting ready to come a second time, Jamie stood and slid a condom onto his own impressive erection. Aligning himself with Tiffany’s bobbing entrance, he took hold of her ass in both hands and sheathed himself to the hilt. He could see her hands clench around Sam’s thighs as she mo
aned in pleasure. Jamie caught Sam’s eye and the other man watched greedily as Jamie drew out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Tiffany’s quivering pussy before thrusting it fully in again. He teased her like this for a few thrusts before Tiffany sat up, taking him fully inside, her ass pressed tight against his muscular abs.
“Don’t tease me!” she pouted. “Fuck me!”
Jamie groaned and grabbed her by the hips. Sam stood as well, and Tiffany reached eagerly for his slippery cock while Jamie began to pound her tight pussy with all he had. But Sam had other plans and turned around, lying on his back on the bench press and sliding down until his face was right underneath Tiffany’s pussy and he could see every wet thrust of Jamie’s throbbing cock. He reached up and smacked Tiffany’s ass as he took her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking while Jamie fucked her and she, caught off guard, bucked wildly against him, gasping at the sudden sensation.
Almost delirious with pleasure, Tiffany reached for Sam’s quivering erection, desperate to return the favor. Moaning, she sank her hot mouth around his rock hard member. The three of them worked in unison, their voices rising as the pleasure became almost unbearable.
With a shout, Jamie thrust deep into Tiffany one final time and came. His two friends looked at him and he smiled. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said, pulling out of Tiffany.
Sam sat up, pulling on a condom, and Tiffany eagerly clambered into his lap. Still straddling the bench press, Sam turned her around so that Jamie could watch and slid his bulging forearms under her thighs. Tiffany arched her back, her arms around Sam’s neck, giving Jamie an unobstructed view of her perfect tits and slender torso as Sam slowly lowered her onto his cock. Jamie groaned, feeling his spent erection twitch at the sight of his friend sliding in and out of Tiffany’s golden pussy, her juices running over Sam’s enormous member.
“Hard!” Tiffany commanded and Sam complied, burying himself fully in her eager folds. The faster Sam fucked Tiffany the more her breasts jiggled and the louder her moans became until Jamie, riveted by the sight of her slick, bouncing flesh couldn’t take it anymore. He threw off the condom and pressed his fresh erection to Tiffany’s parted lips. Her enormous blue eyes looked up at him through thick lashes as, smiling, she whirled her wet tongue around his dick before bringing him deep into her throat.
Sam stood up suddenly and, taking Tiffany by the hips, began to thrust with wild abandon as he felt his orgasm approach. His huge cock filled Tiffany to the brim, rubbing her g-spot frantically as he thrust deeper and deeper until she felt herself tighten around him as they both came. Listening to Tiffany’s moans rise and watching Sam’s frantic thrusts as her mouth worked his shaft feverishly was too much for Jamie and, to his amazement, he felt himself come again, his hands clenching in Tiffany’s tawny hair as she eagerly swallowed his seed.
Gasping for air as their orgasms faded, the three leaned against each other, their bodies slippery with sweat.
“Two workouts for the price of one,” Sam joked when he got his breath back. The other two laughed.
“That was amazing,” said Tiffany, her head resting on Jamie’s shoulder, while Sam cuddled on her from behind.
“Yeah,” Jamie replied, leaned against the wall to keep from falling over with exhaustion. “What are you doing after next class?”
Tiffany laughed. “You two, I hope.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam murmured, nuzzling her neck.
Tiffany sighed dreamily, listening to their three thundering heartbeats. Who would have thought? All that time she’d spent daydreaming about these two men and now here she was, having the time of her life. Be careful what you wish for, Tiffany, she thought to herself with a grin, because you might just get it. If only she’d been brave enough to make a move earlier! But she knew now that her anxiety would never be an issue again. She felt ready to take on the world.
Suddenly she remembered that she still had a story sitting on her computer at home, waiting for her to finish it. She smiled. She knew just how she would end it. And then she’d have to call Sara! She’d never heard the end of it. It would be “I told you so!” for the next ten years. But Tiffany didn’t mind. She was so happy and proud of herself that she wanted to tell the whole world.
“Hey,” Sam said eventually, “you guys wanna go shower? And, you know, maybe do it again?”
Tiffany and Jamie laughed and, hand in hand, they headed for the change rooms.
THE END
Falling For The Country Boys
Chapter 1
“Donna, what are you doing this weekend?” Henry asked, leaning over the water-cooler as I thirstily downed my miniature paper cup. I’d just gotten done with a tense Human Resources meeting which attempted to address company policy about workplace harassment, but which ultimately went nowhere. I wiped my mouth, a little embarrassed.
“I’ll be back in the office again on Saturday, and then my big plan is to sleep,” I confessed, and meant it. It had been a stressful week. We were in the middle of a merger, and as Director of Human Resources, I was working overtime.
“Some of us are going to go to Cutty’s tomorrow night--you should come! Blow off some steam,” he smiled at me.
Henry was a handsome, jovial guy. Dimples and dark hair. He went through a divorce last year, but from the minute he started, we’d been exchanging glances and nervous smiles. He made the work day go by a little bit faster. I even found myself picking out my outfits for work based on what he seemed to appreciate. I couldn’t help but notice that he gave me a little more attention when I wore the gray pencil skirt that really hugged my ample curves.
But he had been unavailable, and then on the rebound. Now here we were--he was requesting my presence outside of work. And yet, the thought of it simply made me exhausted. I was overworked and sick of dealing with people. The only thing that seemed like a good time to me was curling up in my pajamas and watching mindless TV shows. It was only unfortunate that I’d likely have a mountain of paperwork to go over at the same time.
“I’d really love to go out with you guys sometimes, but this weekend just isn’t good,” I said.
“Okay, I get it,” he responded, turning away from me a little bit. “I won’t push it.”
“No! Really, I’d love to, I’m just exhausted.” The last thing I wanted was for him to take this as a full on rejection.
“This is the third time you’ve turned me down, you know,” he said, giving me a faux-stern look, but for the life of me I didn’t know what he was talking about. I guess he could tell because he went on to explain,”I asked if you’d save me a dance at the company Christmas party, but you only showed up for half an hour before you left because you were tired. And then two weeks ago I asked you if you had seen the newest Quentin Tarantino’s movie and you just said ‘I never go to movies.’”
“I’d like to go to movies! I just never have time!”
“You should make time,” he gave me a mischievous smirk that just killed me. “It might do you some good.” And with that, he walked away, back to the sales department.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Are you ready or what?” It was Susan, my assistant, but also my best friend. The truth was I spent more time with her than with anyone else. She was a good deal younger than me--she was 25 to my 33--but her optimism and energy did wonders for me. She kept me sane.
“Did they move up the meeting? It’s not supposed to be until 1:30, I thought! Jesus, let me get the file. Will you get them a cup of coffee, give them my apologies--”
“No, we were going to get lunch, silly!” she pinched my arm playfully. “Remember? Eating?”
“Only vaguely,” I said with a sigh. “Yes, let’s get lunch.”
***
The restaurant was some hip place near work where they repurpose things to be other things. The tables were made out of old doors. The lamps overhead were made out of vases. The floors were laminated with an endless amount of pennies--I often wondered how much th
ose pennies added up to. But today all I could do was go over my schedule for the rest of the day, what I hoped to accomplish over the weekend, what needed to get done next week.
“Don’t you think that’s obnoxious?” I heard Susan to say. She was looking at me expectantly, but I had no idea what she’d been talking about.
“Definitely,” I said.
“You’re not even listening. You get an hour to not think about work every day, you never take it, and now you’re wasting it.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry--what were you talking about?” I focused my eyes on hers hard, using all of my strength to make myself listen.
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