Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1)

by Marcus Woods

  "Oh. Did your parents' divorce?"

  "Yes, they did. They were together for about 20 years. In fact, they were married 10 years before they had me."

  "Interesting! So they divorced when you were about 10 years old, right?"

  "Yep. Sometimes, I wondered, was it because of me. I asked my mother when I got older and she said it wasn't because of me. I believe her."

  "Yea. I think she told you the truth too. Sometimes, marriages don't work out."

  "Yep. I see."

  It is hard to fathom marriage. Marriage seems so mundane to me. Practically every dude I attended high school with gotten married, multiple kids and a beer belly in that order. I be damned if that happens to me! I'm too handsome to get a beer belly.

  "So, speaking of marriage, why aren't you married? I'm surprised some guy doesn't have you under lock and key," I said, smirking. I lean back in my sofa with my right leg resting on my left thigh and right arm stretched out. Concentrated on her light brown pupils, I anticipate Lucy's response.

  "Wellllll." She pauses. "I am not married because, for one, I haven't found the right man yet. Also, I'm a busy woman. So I'm unsure if I can even give a man the proper time to nurture a relationship."

  "Oh ok.", I reply, caressing my chin.

  I heard this before. When a woman states she got no time for a relationship, she is not looking for one. This is my kind of woman because I am not looking for one either. Relationships can get complicated and messy. I prefer non-committed fun.

  How Lucy crosses her thick, caramel thighs, I can tell she is ready for fun. Before we move forward, there is one other thing I need to see: her feet. Her dress boots stands in-between my foot fetish curiosity.

  Like I said, a woman with pretty feet is my weakness. However, a woman with hammer toes gotta go…well at least after sex! I can't deal with a woman with ugly, beat-up feet. Akin to Eddie Murphy in the movie, "Boomerang", a "feet test" needs to be conducted.

  I got up from set on the couch and sat down on the floor to face Lucy. She gave me a confused but curious expression. "Now what do you think you're doing, Mr. Devin? She was trying to conceal her grin but I can tell she was anticipating my next move.

  "Well Ms. Pink Dress, You been working hard all week and I think you deserve a reward." I calmly place both hands on her right boot. A pleasant smile form across her face.

  "Oh ok. So what is my reward?" she asks.

  "You will see." I slowly take her right boot off. To my delight, she had pretty feet. She had red nail polish and nicely manicured feet. Afterwards, I took off the other left boot and left foot is identical to the right one."Yes!" I thought to myself.

  Lucy bats her eyes and asks, "So what are you going to do with my feet?"

  "Just sit back and relax," I reply in my low, masculine tone. She obliged and sat back on my sofa. I began massaging her feet with both hands one at a time. The right foot followed by the left. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "Damn. I definitely needed this."

  While raising her left foot, my tongue connects with her big toe. Lucy bites her lip while her eyes remain closed. I sucked each toe one by one for the next few minutes; like juices out of a lemon. "Mmmhmm," Lucy murmurs. As her body began to adjust to the toe sucking, I had another thing in store. My tongue glides on her feet soles. Up and down. Down and up. I licked her soles as if they were the tastiest lollipop in the universe. Lucy body trembles as she moans softly. Squirming like a fish out the sea. It's unexplainable why I have a foot fetish but I thank God for it. I always pride myself on making a woman soaking wet from pleasuring her feet.

  I stopped and got on my knees and moved between her thighs. "Somebody loves my tongue on her feet," I said. Lucy eyes slightly dilate upon hearing my voice.

  "Something like that! I never had a guy suck my toes before. You think you're smooth, huh?" She replied while trying to gather herself from the feet-pleasuring session. Her facial expression was of pure bliss. Again, she has no idea!

  "Yea. Something like that. I think it is your bedtime, Ms. Jackson. You know old folks can't stay up long."

  "Oh, is that so? Well I guess you're going to have to read me a bedtime story."

  "Oh really?" Okay. Well follow me and I'll give you a good bedtime story." I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. We started tongue kissing each other passionately. Her lips were so soft. Her smooth hands caressed my well-toned physique. Damn, she was turning me on. It was evident by the bulge in my pants.

  (Avant "Read Your Mind" playing in the background)

  "Look, we better go upstairs; otherwise, I won't get a chance to read you a bedtime story."

  "Tell me the story down here," she whispered in my ear. She proceeded to kiss and suck on my neck. As she was doing so, I take off her pink dress, black bra and panties until she is fully naked. Wow! Her body is amazing for a 32 year old woman. No tattoos in sight. Pure caramel bliss.

  I began undressing myself and was left standing in my black Kenneth Cole boxers. She began analyzing by body with a lustful stare. As a personal trainer, I take pride in keeping my physique on point. I love the stare a woman gives me when she sees me shirtless for the first time. Hard work pays off!

  Lucy started rubbing my chest with her left hand while moving her right hand inside my boxers. She started stroking my dick slowly. "Oooh, that feels good." I groaned. She took both hands and pulled down my boxers. "Well, well, well. Somebody is happy to see this old lady." She gently push me on the sofa, bend down on her knees and started sucking my dick.

  Man. Oh. Man. Her oral sex skills are wonderful. Her tongue glided from the head to the shaft so effortlessly. I am not ashamed to say she had my toes curling. It was if she was getting me back for the toe sucking. Not every woman can suck dick properly but Lucy can!

  "Damn woman! You're trying to make me cum now," I moaned while grabbing her natural, curly black hair. I was not going to let this happen. I grabbed her underarms and pulled her closer to me. Wrapping her torso with my right arm, I use my left arm to lift us up from the sofa. With her thick, caramel body wrapped against my muscular physique, I gently pushed her against the wall. I grabbed my dick and slowly inserted my 8 inches inside of her.

  Her pussy was wetter than a Jacuzzi. Our bodies worked in unison as I thrust back and forward while she maneuvered her hips to my rhythm. "Devin…Devin" she moaned intermittently as her head tilted upwards. My mind focused on one thing: Not cumming. Every inch of Lucy's pussy walls embraces my dick. To take my mind off cumming, I started to think about random animals. I began to think of zebras, monkeys, seagulls and other random animals. I do not why it works but it helps me last longer while having sex.

  Lucy's erect, cantaloupe-sized breasts pressed up against my chest like a strait jacket. The hardness of her brown-reddish nipples massages my upper torso with each stroke. Our sweaty frames caress near the canvas hanging by the fireplace. The sensual tunes from my IPod cascade through the atmosphere. Each song builds upon the sexual intensity we're immersed into.

  While thrusting, I began sucking on her soft, delicate neck. The sweet scent of her perfume greeted my nostrils. Sweat lavishes my tongue as pulsation of her heartbeat soars through her neck. Pleasure emerged from her body to acknowledge I was stimulating the right spots.

  "Damn Devin. You are so motherfucking nasty. Your dick is feeling too good," she whispers hastily in my ear. Upon hearing those words, I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of Lucy. This woman had gotten me so excited; thinking about random animals was not working anymore. The urge to cum was approaching. We are both breathing heavily.

  "Lucy, baby. Whew. You're about to make me cum!"

  Well c'mon daddy because I'm about…I'm about to cum as well!"

  "Oh really?"

  "Really?!"

  "Ok then. Well cum on this dick. C'mon."

  "Ok…ok. I feel it. Stay right there."

  "Ok."

  "Ok. I'm about cum. Baby, I'm about to cum! Ahhhhh!"

  "Damn girl
. I'm about to cum too. Grrrrrr!"

  We climaxed simultaneously and fell on the sofa in a sweaty heap. We were huffing and puffing for several minutes. The definition of amazing sex. It is rare a woman and I climax simultaneously.

  "Damn. I didn't mean to cum in you. The sexual tension was just too intense."

  "I understand. Besides, I'm on birth control. So you don't have to worry about any little Devin's running around," she exhaustively.

  "Oh word? That's cool because you made me bust enough to probably make 1000 little Devin's."

  We both laugh together.

  "So…are you still reading me a bedtime story?"

  "No. I need someone to read me a bedtime story now." We laugh again.

  "That's what I like about you. Your sense of humor." She said, yawning.

  "Thank you. Well Lucy, it is time for you to go night-night. Maybe we will make it upstairs this time." She leans forward to kiss me.

  I grabbed her hand and we went upstairs to my bedroom.

  "Hey. You want me to cook breakfast in the morning?"

  "Well only if you can cook.".

  "Yes, I can cook, silly."

  "Well my taste buds can't wait to find out."

  I rarely allow a woman to spend the night. I admit…I Lust Lucy.

  Chapter 4

  I Got a Story to Tell

  (2Pac "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" playing from my headphones)

  "6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Whew! Shit! That's a lot of weight!" I bellowed to myself.

  I'm doing my favorite pastime, weightlifting. I love lifting weights! There is something about manly and innate weightlifting. Also, I love upgrading my physique. Back in the day, I as a chubby kid. Back in the day, you could not pay me to exercise nor eat proper. Everything edible was up for grabs! I ate fruits and vegetables but preferred a "healthy diet" of Skittles, king size Snicker bars and your favorite candy bar growing up. I would wash all it down with a jug of Jungle Juice. I still wonder how I managed not to OD from sugar by the age of 10!

  It wasn't until I attended The University of Memphis when I got into the fitness lifestyle. How could I not? Females where everywhere! If I wanted to make an impression on them, I needed to upgrade my physique ASAP. I began going to the school's recreational center 3 days per week. At first, lifting weights felt like a chore my mom made me to do on Saturday morning. Eventually, when I started seeing results, I was hooked. Forget weed, ecstasy and molly. Weightlifting is my drug of choice. Ten years later, I am still a fiend for iron.

  "I see someone got an adrenaline boost today. Let me guess. It was that fine pink dress girl you were talking to at The Premiere this past weekend?" asks Big Rob with a big "Kool-Aid" smile. Rob and I usually work out together at Freewill Fitness gym; especially on days we don't have any clients to train.

  "Playa, I don't even know where to start!" I said. I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I stared across the room while visualizing all the "sensual mischief" me and Lucy engaged in this past weekend. Unlike women, we men do not go into step-by-step accounts of what happened between a lady friend and us. We only care for the juicy facts (i.e. she a screamer, the pussy good, etc.). We may even exaggerate the facts at times. With me, I prefer to keep it real…for the most part.

  "Big Rob, the sex was…was the shit! That woman knew what she was doing."

  "For real? Mane, I seen y'all was conversing for a minute. She seemed like she was feeling you. I started talking to this dark skin girl. I turn around, poof! Ya'll were gone!" he exclaim. We both laugh.

  "Yea man. You know how I do. I had to close the deal and get up out of there. "

  "I see. So what happened next?"

  "Well after going to IHOP and chopping it up some more, we headed back to my spot."

  "Ugh oh! So you took her to Dab's playhouse huh?" We began chuckling.

  "You already know playa."

  "Ok. So keep going. What happened next?" Rob sat down beside me with his arms folded in anticipation of my next response.

  "Man, what didn't happen next." I began smiling while shaking my head in delight.

  "We sat on the sofa and start slipping on some Moscato to unwind. Before you know, I'm holding her ass up and digging her out."

  "Damn. I guess you had to show her how much strength you gained within these four walls. He begins pointing around the gym. We started laughing.

  "Yea I did. I tried to take her up to the bedroom but oh well."

  Rob shake his head. "Mane, you know you be having some fun. What's her name by the way? Better yet, do you even remember her name?"

  "Yes, I remember her name. It's Lucy."

  "Lucy, huh? Like 'I Love Lucy'?" Rob says while playfully punching my arm.

  "Yea. Ain't no love involved though. She is a cool one though."

  "Oh ok. So you know what I'm about to ask next. "He begins looking at me intently. "Did you strap up?" Big Rob is such a huge proponent of wearing condoms. The reason he is due to having 2 kids by 2 different women. Both of them are hitting him up for child support. It saddens me whenever I think about it but Rob has been a man about it. He owns up to his transgressions.

  "Welllllll", I said while trying not to spill the truth.

  "Devin??? C'mon playa. You know how scandalous these women are nowadays. They will try to get a man of your caliber anyway possible. You see what happened to me."

  "Yea I know. I tried to pull out but it was feeling too good. She said she was on BC (birth control) though."

  "That's what they all say. Hopefully, she didn't mean BC as in 'baby coming'."

  I almost spit out the water I sipped in laughter. "Rob you a fool. I hope you're right. I can't deal with a little one right now. Besides, I got big plans for myself."

  "Yes you do. You're young and got plenty of shit to accomplish first before starting a family. I wish I was in your position. "

  As Rob uttered those words, I start looking around the gym. I envisioned ownership. Since becoming a personal trainer, I had aspirations of owning a gym. Working for someone else for the rest of my life isn't going to cut it. I want to make money under my own roof. If it ever was going to happen, I needed to devote time and commitment.

  "Hey. I'm getting hungry. Want to go grab a bite to eat?" asks Rob.

  "Sure. All this talking has made a brotha hungry," I reply. We proceed to the double-glass front entrance.

  Two questions permeate my mind: How to open a gym and what Lucy is doing. Am I starting to fiend for her? Nah! She makes one hell of an omelet though.

  Chapter 5

  Conversation Rules the Nation…Especially Online

  (Marvin Gaye "Just To Keep You Satisfied" playing in the background)

  "I'm sick of this shit Larry! You always coming home at all hours of the night smelling like whiskey and cheap perfume," exclaimed Teresa. I can't take it no more."

  "What are you talking about, Teresa? I was just out with my friends at a bar drinking and having a good time. Why can't you trust me?" replies Larry.

  "Do you take me as a fool?" my mother retorted. You were at the bar alright. You were at the bar with some floozy! This isn't right and I'm contemplating a divorce."

  "Teresa, please don't say that. Our love is too strong."

  He began moving towards my mother to console her but she backed away. My mother sat down with her arms folded. Her body language spoke of disgust and distrust for my father. My father sat next to her and continues his attempt of consolation. Finally, my mother cries and hugs him back. They intertwined images begins to blur.

  Beep! Beep! Beep! "Huh?" "What" I woke up sweating profusely. I quickly cut off my annoying alarm clock. I rub my head and begin looking up at the ceiling. For the past several months, the same argument between my parents replays in my dreams. I wondered if this scenario played any bearing to my current dating lifestyle. The older I get, my imagination creep towards being in love and marrying a beautiful, intelligent woman with smooth, mahogany skin. In other words, marrying a sista' who is bad to the b
one! That plan gets thwarted whenever memories of my parent's chaotic union resurface. Lord knows I got zero tolerance for such drama. Besides, lusting multiple women seems more fun than loving one. My social life is like a bag of Lay's potato chips, I just can't have one woman.

  I sat up in my king-size bed and reached over to grab my smartphone off the nightstand. The average man checks their phone in the morning for the weather report. I view what latest female has contacted me. It could be a late night, intoxicated voice-mail exclaiming she is thinking about me. Or it could be a female who sent a picture revealing her breast, booty or even better, her feet. Name a body part on a female's anatomy and there is a 99.9% chance I woken up to it. Like kids on Christmas morning, I'm eager as hell to check what "presents" my phone receives every morning.

  ***

  (Too Short "I'm A Player" playing in the background)

  Since the mid-2000s, talking to females via internet is my thing. Blackplanet, Facebook, Tagged, Myspace (pre-2008), and Plenty of Fish (POF) are some of the social media sites where my game rose. There is nothing better than conversing with a chick in the city while chilling in my boxers. The internet created a slew of sexual encounters that may have never occurred.

  It is a Saturday afternoon and I login to POF to determine what "fish" I could catch. Most think I live for the nightlife but I'm actually a homebody. I'd rather get a chick to come over my place to chill (i.e., converse, laugh, sip some wine and make her howl like a werewolf at a full moon in that order). Hell, the only reason I go out (especially nightclubs and bars) is to get a female back to my place.

  I decided to login POF. Scrolling through profiles on POF, I witness this attractive caramel complexion female named Keisha. Examining her profile page, she seems legit (i.e., do not seem like she is crazy). She is in school, non-smoker and no kids. So far, so good! I see she is online so I decided to send her a message.

  "Hey Keisha. May I ask you a question?"

  "Sure. What is it?"

  "I see you are into motorcycles. Interesting! Most females wouldn't touch a motorcycle let alone ride one. Lol. What made you get into them?"