Awakened

by Lacey Roberts

  Linc slipped back inside and moved his hips slowly, edging in and then out. He smiled as Alistair lifted his hands by his head and clutched the pillows. His lover hated it slow but Linc was determined to draw their love making out. In the end, it was better for both of them.

  Alistair felt like he was being tortured. His cock was burning with need. The pressure on his prostate was driving him higher and higher but as soon as he knew relief was close, Linc stopped. “Please Linc, please,” he sobbed when the man stopped again.

  Lincs hands caressed Alistair’s back, moved between his legs and cupped his balls. They were tucked up ready, hard. He slid a hand under his lover’s body and wrapped it around the engorged dick. The moans and groans, the pleas for release, told him it was time.

  He lay against Alistair’s back, clenched his ass cheeks together and pistoned his hips to send his dick cannoning in and out. His hand set the same frantic rhythm up and down the hard as steel cock. It jerked and twisted in his fist.

  Alistair roared Lincs’ name as release hit him full on, like a runaway train. Ribbons of cum flowed from his pulsating cock. His head spun. Bright lights flashed before his eyes. He was barreling headlong through space. No-one gave him the orgasms, Linc did.

  Alistair’s rectum tightened around Linc’s excited cock as he exploded. It pushed Linc over the edge and his cock emptied, with an almost violent spasm. Only this man beneath him had the ability to take him to such passion filled heights.

  They were both exhausted but totally sated.

  Linc padded to the bathroom and disposed of the condom before climbing back into the bed and pulling Alistair into his arms.

  They kissed passionately. Tongue wrapped in tongue. Cock against cock. They fell into a satisfied sleep.

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  Phoebe roamed the fourth floor, one bedroom, fully furnished apartment. It was only two blocks from the office and a huge park was the view from the living room window. The bedroom and bathroom were spacious, the kitchen had the latest in appliances and the furnishings suited her taste.

  Cafés were scattered up and down the street and next door was a gym. She had resolved, as part of her new life, to join the gym and get fit.

  Muriel, the Real Estate Agent, cleared her throat loudly bringing Phoebe back to the present. “I’ll take it,” she said.

  “Excellent. Let’s go back to the office and fill in the paperwork. Remember, the lease is for three months only. The owner may want to move in when he returns from overseas.”

  “I know. It’s disappointing because I love everything about it. The location and the price are perfect.”

  “If anything comes up in this area, similar to this apartment, I’ll let you know. I’m sure something will become available.” Muriel assured her.

  Phoebe followed the woman from the apartment and waited while she secured the door. The lift arrived only seconds later and whisked them down to the ground.

  Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Phoebe turned to check out the gym before climbing into Muriel’s car and heading for the Real Estate office on the other side of town.

  “You mentioned that you work in this part of town?” Muriel asked as she eased into the traffic.

  “Yes. I work at the Allen’s Brothers Legal firm. I’ll enjoy only walking the two blocks to work instead of being on a bus twice a day.”

  “I noticed you were looking at the gym next door. Are you thinking of joining?”

  “Yes. I want to lose some weight and get fit. I sit around far too much and drink way too many lattés. Maybe if I lose the weight I’ll buy some new clothes. More feminine outfits. Callum didn’t like me looking attractive. He said other men would come on to me. Ha! If I’d only known.” A tear dripped down her cheek.

  Muriel patted her hand. “Do it for you, hun. Don’t worry yourself about what a man wants or thinks.”

  “I intend to. There will be no man in my life for a very long time. Unprincipled, cheating bastards that they are.”

  Muriel pulled the car into a marked parking space outside the Agency.

  Both women stepped from the car and entered the office.

  An hour later, Phoebe left the office with the keys to her new apartment in her purse and a spring in her step. She felt happier than she had ever been over the last few years.

  It had taken only two days to secure herself a new home. She still had another two days before having to return to the office. She marked off what she would do in her head, bullet point style.

  Join Gym.

  Buy two new outfits to tide me over until I lose weight. No reason I can’t look nice in the meantime.

  Buy new dinnerware, linen and towels.

  Go downstairs and have dinner at Xylax to celebrate.

  A smile lit her face as she pushed open the door to Muscles Gymnasium and strode, with purpose to the reception desk.

  “Welcome to Muscles. How can we help you?” the bleached blonde girl asked from behind the desk.

  “I have recently moved into the area and I would like to become a member.” Phoebe responded.

  “Very good.” The blonde reached under the desk and pulled out some papers and a pen. She attached them to a clipboard and handed them over. “Please take a seat and fill these in.”

  Phoebe sat on a sofa opposite the desk and filled in the forms. The gym practically wanted her life story. When they were done, she stood and handed them back over the counter.

  “Thank you. My name is Sandra. If you’ll take a seat again, I’ll put the information into the computer and introduce you to your PT.”

  “PT?”

  “Personal Trainer. You say here you want to lose weight but stay feminine. A PT will be able to work out a program and guide you through until you are confident enough to do it on your own.”

  “Is it extra?” Phoebe was well paid and had saved quite a bit but, with the higher rent and only herself to pay it, she had to be mindful.

  “No. The owners here are very unique, they include it in the membership. Both Linc and Alistair say having access to a PT reduces the chance of injury to their clients. I am going to ask Alistair to deal with you personally.”

  “Why?”

  Sandra blushed. “Umm.”

  “Please tell me. I prefer honesty.”

  “You appear to be quite chubby although that sack you’re wearing hides it well. I assume you haven’t been to a gym before?”

  Phoebe shook her head.

  “You are at a higher risk of injury if you become too enthusiastic. Alistair won’t allow that to happen.”

  “I understand. Thank you, Sandra.”

  Phoebe moved to sit on the sofa and picked up a magazine from a table beside her. She was deep into an article when a man appeared before her.

  “Miss Rogers?” Alistair held out his hand.

  Phoebe stood and placed her hand in his. Her knees threatened to buckle with the powerful jolt that shot through her. “Phoebe,” she said. Her voice shook.

  “Alistair Miller, Alistair to you.” He studied Phoebe closely. “Follow me please.”

  Phoebe couldn’t force her feet to move. Her hand appeared glued to his and her arm jerked as he moved away but she stayed rooted to the spot.

  “Is there a problem?” he asked when he stopped and turned around.

  “N…no. Sorry.” She finally retrieved her hand and followed the gorgeous man with the riveting green eyes. She wanted to run her hands through the mass of wavy black hair, run her tongue over every muscle that was visible through his tight tank top – and those that weren’t, and clutch his tight ass in her hands. The ass that her eyes now zeroed in on as she followed him.

  He pushed his way through a glass door and indicated for her to take a seat. He placed her paperwork on the desk in front of him and took a seat opposite her.

  “Now, Phoebe. Tell me what you want to achieve.”

  She clutched her hands together in her lap hoping to settle the trembling. This was the second time in a
few days, a man had sparked this reaction. Why?

  “Phoebe?”

  “S…sorry. What did you ask?”

  Alistair laughed.

  Her soft belly tightened and spasmed. She felt the warmth rush to her pussy. So much for my resolution of, no men!

  “I asked what it is you would like to achieve from our gym. From me.”

  I know exactly what I’d like to achieve with you. Knock it off! “Umm, I would like to lose weight, firm up my flabby bits but keep my curves. I don’t want to be muscular and straight up and down.”

  Alistair’s eyes raked her body. “Do you have shorts under your sack?”

  Phoebe cringed and blushed. “No, I don’t.”

  “Sweetheart, I have no idea what your shape is like under what you are wearing. Is it possible for you to return tomorrow wearing shorts and a t-shirt?”

  “I guess so. I have a couple more days before I go back to work.”

  “Ten o’clock in the morning?”

  “That will be fine.” Phoebe stood. “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “I look forward to it.” Alistair said as she walked away.

  Chapter Four

  Phoebe ambled down the street, the street she now lived on. How good that sounded. She paused to peer into a homemaker and electrical shop window, then continued up the street, passing a bookshop, cafés and numerous food stores. Crossing the busy road, she approached the huge city mall, where her favorite department store was housed.

  Glass sliding doors soundlessly opened and she stepped into the cool interior. It was a mall she was familiar with and she headed straight for her intended destination. She smiled as she entered.

  The escalator carried her up to the floor where women’s clothing, accessories and shoes were displayed. Phoebe hadn’t purchased clothes here before but had often perused the racks longingly. She felt like she’d closed her eyes and landed in Fairyland.

  Before now, her dresses had been the same style. Round neck, short sleeves, a few inches below the knees and no shape. She had them in black, navy and khaki. Her shoes were what David affectionately referred to as ‘granny’ shoes. They were heavy, black lace-ups. She would never be able to sneak up on anyone while wearing them.

  She drew back her shoulders and determinedly commenced searching the racks.

  After what seemed an eternity and, armed with numerous garments, she made her way to a change cubicle. She quickly stripped off. The first dress was sky blue with white spots, a thin belt highlighted her waist. It was sleeveless with a rather daring, for her, plunging neckline.

  She pulled the curtain aside and stepped from the space. She turned every which way admiring the woman in the mirror before her. What a difference a dress made.

  “That looks lovely on you,” an attendant commented.

  “Thank you.” She tugged at the neckline. “You don’t think this neckline is too revealing?”

  “Honey, if I had your cleavage, I’d be puttin’ it out there a lot more than that.”

  Phoebe laughed and returned to the cubicle.

  When she approached the register some time later, it was to pay for four dresses, three skirts, five blouses, two jackets, knee length leggings, stockings, socks and lacy underwear. She dumped it all on the counter in front of the cashier.

  “I’ll be a few moments. I need to go to the shoe department and choose some make-up,” she said to the young girl.

  “That’s fine, take your time,” was the response.

  Phoebe tried on dozens of pair of shoes but settled for simple black court shoes with a four inch heel, a pair of strappy sandals for everyday wear and a pair of name brand joggers for the gym. She then chose kohl pencils in black and grey, black and brown mascaras, blusher and a dark pink lipstick.

  The cashier smiled when she returned and rang up the purchases. Her credit card was handed over.

  Loaded up with her packages, she smiled, thanked the cashier and headed for the escalator leading to the top floor.

  After selecting linen, dinnerware, flatware, cooking utensils, pots and pans, she picked out several pretty storage containers. There was far too much for her to carry so she organized delivery for the following afternoon.

  After leaving the store, she headed for a spectacle store. Her intention was to book an appointment with an Optometrist. She was delighted when the girl on the desk informed her there had been a cancellation and she could be seen immediately. She was led to a chair where she had barely seated herself when the elderly Optometrist appeared. He led her into his office and a few minutes later, they were discussing the benefits of contact lenses.

  Mr. Mathews explained, the strength of lens she required were rather common and kept in stock. He excused himself to collect what was needed. He returned with two boxes.

  “These are your contact lenses and a bottle of saline solution for the care of both the lenses and your eyes. I think the monthly disposable will suit you best,” he explained. “You can have them in different colors too if you prefer.”

  “I like the color of my eyes,” she said.

  “Good, so do I which is why I have the clear ones.” He spent time coaching her on how to insert and remove the tiny frail pieces of silicon.

  Phoebe found it easy to insert and take out the lenses but she wasn’t prepared for the difference she saw when she held the mirror in front of her face. “Wow. Just….wow!”

  “You are very attractive. I wondered why a young lady like yourself would choose such thick, ugly glasses.”

  “It’s a long story. Let’s say I’m finally in charge of me.”

  She thanked the kind man and left the store feeling like a totally new woman. An attractive exciting woman.

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  Phoebe lined her eyes with black kohl, thickened her lashes with black mascara, brushed on blusher and liberally applied lipstick to her plump lips. She brushed her wavy hair until it shone and clipped it up on each side of her ears.

  Studying herself in the mirror, Phoebe smiled. I actually look pretty. She wore the blue dress, the first one she had tried on. She had a feeling it was to become her favorite. Could it be altered when she lost weight? She’d cross that bridge when she came to it. On her feet were the strappy high heeled sandals, they made her rather short, chubby legs appear slimmer and longer.

  She left the bedroom and collected her purse, removed her keys from a hook by the front door and left the apartment. After ensuring her door was locked, the keys were dropped into her purse and she waited for the elevator to take her downstairs. She was looking forward to celebrating her new life.

  Xylax was busy but Phoebe wasn’t concerned, she had a booking.

  “May I help you?” the young man at the front entrance desk asked.

  “I have a booking for 7pm. Phoebe Rogers.”

  The young man scanned the page of a book which sat on the desk in front of him. He lifted his eyes to her. “I’m sorry, Ms. Rogers but we don’t appear to have a booking for you.”

  “But, I phoned early this morning and was told my table was booked.”

  An older man joined the young staff member. Phoebe thought he was probably the manager. “Can I help you?” he asked.

  “I phoned this morning and made a booking for 7pm tonight. My name is Phoebe Rogers. This young man said he can’t find my booking.”

  He searched the page for Phoebe’s name and then turned over to another. “Aah, here you are. Your booking is for tomorrow night.”

  “But, I asked for tonight and was told the booking was made,” she protested.

  “I’m very sorry but we have nothing tonight. As you can see, we’re very busy.”

  “Marcel, the lady will join us.”

  Phoebe recognized the deep voice and her legs trembled. Us? She spun around to find Alistair standing behind her. He was holding hands with another man! Her stomach dropped to the floor. Why is that man familiar?

  Realization dawned. It was the man from the steps of the court
house. The one who had prevented her from tumbling back down. What was his name? Mike, Flynn…..Linc! It figured. The two men she had felt an unusually strong attraction to were obviously a couple.

  Alistair placed his hand under her elbow and encouraged her to follow Marcel as he led them to a table. A very private table, off to one side at the rear of the room. It was obvious, Marcel was familiar with the men.

  Linc pulled out a chair and asked her to sit.

  Phoebe felt trapped in a daze. Everything seemed surreal. What were the chances of her running into Linc again?

  The men sat opposite her and Marcel handed them each a menu before handing Linc the wine list. The man then left them to make their decisions.

  “You look gorgeous, Phoebe,” Alistair said.

  “Thank you,” she murmured.

  “Your hunch was right, love. It is the same girl.” Linc said to his partner.

  “What do you mean?” Phoebe asked feeling more alert.

  “After I met you at the court house the other day, I told Alistair about you. When he came home today, he said he suspected my ‘mystery girl’ had come into the gym today.”

  “Oh,” Phoebe said.

  Alistair said, “you look a hell of a lot better than you did in that God awful sack you were wearing this morning.”

  Linc agreed. “And, totally different to when I first met you. You’re stunning.”

  When Linc placed his hand over hers, a powerful jolt speared through her and she jumped. Her eyes locked with his. Confusion showed on his face.

  “That’s the second time you’ve affected me. What is it about you, little lady?” He leaned closer. “It’s the second time you have caused me to become hard.”

  Phoebe felt heat rush to her cheeks. Her panties felt damp as juices pooled between her thighs.

  Linc removed Alistair’s hand from the table and lay it over his hardened cock. His lover understood. They had discussed the effect Phoebe had on both of their bodies.

  Alistair gathered her other hand and a jolt equally as powerful as the one Linc had produced, tore through her. It fired up every nerve ending and heat ignited her pussy.