Ray
“Kevin! Your girlfriend is here.”
What the hell is Bailey doing here and with Ken of all the people. Aah, it makes sense now, she must have come with him to the party. “How do they know each other?”, I wondered. Kevin looked surprised too to see here, he must have known not that these two knew each other. This town must be a village.
“Stop saying that Ray, she’s not my girlfriend”.
He said it in a whisper as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him.
I must admit, Bailey is a very curvaceous young woman. I’d never notice as the times I’ve seen her, she’d always been in baggy clothes but today she was in a gym fit and it was hugging her well endowed body in all the right places. She had a burst for days and her hips, I can’t speak for them cause they speak for themselves.
We both looked at her seductively as she and Ken walked towards us from the gate. Her walk was graceful and her boy language playful as she laughed at something Ken said. “She’s gorgeous,” I thought to myself as a gave a sheepish smile.
“Guys,” Ken called as they got to where we were seated, “Meet my good friend Bailey.”
Bailey
“Bailey, meet my friends Kevin and Ray whom I’m sure you saw at the party.”
Of course I know Kevin from a while back. We’ve done more than just sit, eat and talk. Those first few weeks after my breakup were brutal and I drank too much to cope. Kevin found me at the bar one day happily drunk and we bonded over tequila and great music.
Safe to say after that I was sneaking into his place late at night or early in the morning disguised as a 5 am morning. Of course you know I got that cardio in. Ken thinks I should get laid, I’m getting laid alright and by his friend. Kevin was like Nakumatt, I need it and he got it.
“Hey Kevin, Ray”.
I smiled through that awkward moment. Yes, Kevin and I have or had a thing but as it stands I kinda have the hots for Ray.
There was something drawing me to Ray. His whole demeanor was magnetic. The confidence he had of all matters fitness was hella sexy and so was his well defined body. “Is he single?”, I wondered.
“Make sure your form is always perfect,” said Ray as he was supporting me as I did squats. For someone who lives in the gym, as his amazing body suggests, he had soft hands.
His hands were caressing my body so softly moving up my body to my boobs. The gentleness he had when squeezing my boobs you’d think they were a new born baby. The imagination of that was so sensational that I had to bring myself back to reality before he his hands could get to the nipples.
“Bailey, will you come for swimming next weekend?”
That was Ray as we wound up the workout session. Ken was right, working out with a group of people is actually fun.
