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Moving In – Part 2

“It’s about time you texted me… I thought I was going to have to wait all weekend to hear from you.”

I don’t think I ever gave you a full description of Lauren. I think I was so taken aback at how I feel about this girl (that I’ve known for less than 48 hours), that it slipped my mind. So, Lauren Johnson… in short, Lauren is a firecracker. She is a blonde, 5’6”, ball of energy. I’m not sure if you have been able to tell so far in the story, but she is a perpetually happy and energetic person. Looking at her and without knowing her, you would think she is your stereotypical blonde Sorority-type ‘mean girl’. She is anything but that. Yes, she is absolutely stunning, and has a near perfect body, but she also has a kind and caring heart.

Like I said, she plays soccer in college, so she is very strong and fit. Her legs are lean, but (as I will come to find out) very strong. She has a well-formed butt, that flows perfectly into her small waist. This is often accentuated by high-waisted shorts, or tight-fitting dresses. Her breasts aren’t huge, but I would say fit her well. They are a very perky 34C, with a light areola and often stiff nipples. Her long blonde hair is typically pulled back in braids or a ponytail. She has blue eyes, that depending on her mood, can almost shift to a light green. She doesn’t typically wear a lot of makeup, although she loves doing her makeup and trying different techniques.

The day we met, at the Memorial Day party, she was wearing a semi-fitted sun dress, that flowed after her waist to her mid-thigh. The dress was a low V-cut that showed a lot of cleavage. That day, her blonde hair was let down and curled. She was wearing a bit of makeup, not nearly as much as Sam, but enough that I could tell.

What am I doing, going on and on about Lauren like this, I’m getting ahead of myself. You don’t need to know that much about Lauren yet… let’s get back to it.

You know those moments, where you feel like one decision, and how you handle a situation can affect the rest of your life? Well, I feel like I’m in one of those right now. I’ve never had bad luck when it comes to girls, but I’ve also never really had good luck, do you know what I mean? I’ve had a number of girlfriends throughout high school, but none of them ever stuck for very long. When I broke up with Jessica over the winter, I swore I wouldn’t go out with any other girls until I got to college. And now here I am, crushing on two beautiful girls, one that lives down the street and in a very short time has given me some strong signals. And the other who I’ve known for years and would consider one of my best friends, who also may or may not actually be interested in me.

What’s a guy to do? I’m not dating either one of them, is a little flirting really going to hurt? I just need to stop before things go too far and someone gets hurt…

As I pondered the precarious situation that I found myself in, I kept reading the texts from Lauren – this second one came in more recently. “What are you doing today? I’m heading to the gym at 11am, I haven’t heard from your sister but do you wanna come?”

As I was reading that, a third text popped up, “I promise not to go too hard on you today if you do come.”

Okay this girl, who I just met the day before, had to be flirting with me right?

I responded, “I was going to go on a run this morning, but I think I can make a 11am workout work.”

After a pause, I continued, “Let me see if Sam is up yet and wants to go too.”

I texted Sam, “You up? Lauren invited us to go to the gym at 11… you down?”

As I hopped back to Lauren’s message thread, she texted again, “Sweet, either way I’ll pick you up at 10:45 😊”

I dropped my phone to my bed as my mind started wandering.

Lauren is being awfully flirty and forward, we just met yesterday. She can’t be THAT into me already, can she? Maybe that’s just how she is.

Now Dani on the other hand, it makes sense that she has been flirtier with me, we’ve always had that flirty banter. But it had ramped up since I left… maybe it’s because we’re not together. Will she continue to be this flirty in person?

As I contemplated the meaning of life, and the situation that was quickly being thrust upon me, I heard my phone buzz a few times on the bed.

I picked it up, and to my surprise, I had a few texts.

Man, I must have been lost in my thoughts for longer than I thought.

The first one was from Sam and said “obviously I’ll be there. Don’t be weird…”

Whatever, you don’t be weird… Lauren asked me to go…

The second, was a text from Dani. It was another one of my favorite recent developments in our relationship… A picture with text.

This one made me sit up. As I clicked on it, I saw something that truly surprised me. Dani was lying in bed, it was still dark, but she was lying with the sun hitting her torso. Her face was squinting, and she had a hand brought up to cover her eyes. As I processed the picture, I realized something was different, she was showing more skin than normal… Her shirt, which was a spaghetti strap tank-top had ridden down and her left boob was exposed. Once again, I froze at this realization.

Did Dani just send me a picture with her tit popping out of her shirt?

I was processing the perfection of her boob; it was perky, the areola was small yet defined, and her nipple was erect. As I stared at that image on my phone screen, and then I saw another text from Dani come through.

“OMG. OMG I’m sorry, I sent the wrong picture! I didn’t mean to send you that one, that was inappropriate. I’m so sorry Seth.”

To subdue her apparent panic, I quickly responded with a series of texts.

“Holy Fuck, wow”

“No don’t be sorry, it’s alright.”

“I just wasn’t expecting it at all… but I’m not complaining.”

As I sent that last message, I realized that I had an erection growing in my pants.

Wow Seth, get it together man… act like you’ve seen a boob before.

Dani responded, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sent that to you, I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

What is that supposed to mean? Did she purposefully take that picture and just accidentally send it to me?

S: “What? And what do you mean, ‘ruin what we have?”

D: “Well, you know we’ve been so close lately, and I consider you one of my best friends. You’ve been a great friend to me, but I also miss you, even though you’ve only been gone for two days… Idk I just wanted to be a little bit more forward, but you’re just so dense sometimes.”

S: “What do you mean Dani?”

D: “Nvm, please delete that, and forget I sent that.”

S: “Nahhh I’m not going to delete it... I want to save that picture 😉”

There was no response after that. I sighed.

Dammit, what were you thinking sending that Seth… well fuck. Gotta deal with whatever that is later.

I looked down at my phone again, it was almost 10 – I had to get ready soon. But I had another unread text message. It was from Lauren, “Oh I forgot to tell you, sometimes the gym gets hot, so don’t wear any heavy clothes.”

A picture followed, “I’m wearing this, if that gives you an idea”. The picture was your typical mirror selfie, except Lauren was wearing a small blue workout set and posed to show off her ass. The sports bra was small, while still covering everything (barely). It had a thick band that went around the under bust, with two shoulder straps that crossed her back and connected to the band. The bottoms were the biker short style, except they seemed to be tighter than normal, they were high waisted (since that’s the style for girls these days), but barely covered her ass cheeks.

Man, what is happening this morning, getting suggestive pictures from both Dani and Lauren? But what do I say to that? How do I respond to that while still acting cool…

“Sweet. Good to know!” Send.

Ehhh could have been better. The ‘good to know’ is a little weird… oh well. Go get ready Seth…

Trying to distract myself from the awkward vibe I was giving out this morning, I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready. I returned to my room and yelled to Sam, “Sam it’s 10:13, Lauren’s picking us up in like 30 minutes, you gunna be ready?”

A few seconds later, I hear Sam violently open her door, stick her head in my room and aggressively say “Yes, Ill be ready, asshole…” she looks me up and down, still wearing just my compression shorts, and quips “Will you be ready…?”

Before I could respond, she was back in her room.

Damn she’s got an attitude today, don’t do anything to piss her off anymore – If you do, she might just rip your head off…

I decided on a pair of my short workout shorts (5-inch inseam), and one of my cut-off t-shirts. You know what I’m talking about – those shirts with the way-too-large arm holes that are held together at the bottom by 3 threads and a dream.

Lauren said it gets hot in the gym; I should be good in this.

Since it was a early summer morning, and still was a pretty cool outside, I threw on a baggy long sleeve t-shirt as my pump-cover and headed downstairs to update my parents on the plans for the morning… but not before poking the bear a few more times.

I stopped into Sam’s room, since the door was open. She was at her vanity mirror applying some eyeliner.

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit overkill to put on makeup before going to the gym? Who are you trying to impress?”

Sam shot me the dirtiest look, as she finished up her left eye. “I’m going to kill you Seth, don’t try me.”

I headed downstairs to find my parents both sitting at the kitchen island, my dad was reading the paper, while my mom was scrolling on her phone. “Good morning sweetie” my mom said without looking up from her phone.

“Morning mom, so Sam and I are going to go to the gym with one of the girls we met at the neighborhood party yesterday.”

“You’re going to the gym on a Sunday morning? What happened to family time?” my mom responded.

“I didn’t think you had anything planned for us today. I wanted to find a new gym here ASAP, so I don’t miss too much time in the gym. I don’t want to get behind…”

I paused but continued, “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a couple hours.”

Just then, we hear a knock on the door, I head back to the front of the house to see who it was. I look through the glass on the side of the door – its Lauren. My heart speeds up.

Fuck why are nervous, you’re just going to the gym with this girl… plus your sisters going to be there. What is Lauren going to do in front of Sam?

I open the door, look her up and down and say “Hey! You’re early. I think Sam is still getting ready, but do you want to come in?”

I didn’t think she would look this good in just gym-clothes, but boy was I wrong. The outfit she showed me earlier was concealed under her own pump covers. She was wearing a pair of grey baggy sweatpants that concealed her perfect form. She had an oversized t shirt on that hung off her shoulder and let the strap of her sports bra show.  Her blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head. Somehow, she still looked fantastic in that – but know what was underneath, I couldn’t wait until she pulled them off.

“I would love to!” Lauren responded, cheerfully.

I head toward the kitchen, Lauren following behind. While I pass the steps, I yell up to Sam “Sam, Lauren is here! Hurry up.”

As we reach the island, where my parents are still sitting, I say “Mom, dad, this is Lauren Johnson – we met her yesterday at the Memorial Day thing… she’s the one taking us to the gym today.” My mom gets up from her chair, and approaches Lauren and I, who are standing at the opposite edge of the island counter. Mom opens her arms for a hug, “Lauren it’s so good to see you again sweetie! Thank you for befriending these two, being in a new town is tough.”

Just then, Sam graces us with her presence. “Ugh mom, don’t be weird…”

“Yeah mom, don’t be a weirdo” I add on.

Lauren interrupts, as she pulls back from my mom’s embrace. “Don’t be silly, your mom isn’t being weird! And Mrs. Butler, it’s my pleasure, the three of us just have so much in common, we’re already like long-lost friends.”

Trying to move the conversation along, I say, “You guys ready to head out? Lauren, lead the way.” We give our goodbyes and head toward the front door, as my mom calls after us “Be safe you two, and Lauren you’re welcome back anytime!”

“Thanks! Great to see you Mr. and Mrs. Butler!” Lauren says as we’re pulling her out the front door.

We hop in Lauren’s car to head to the gym. Being the annoying sister, Sam just jumps in the front seat. So, me, the tallest one by far, is stuck in the back of Lauren’s Honda Accord. It’s not small, but its not exactly roomy either.

We pull up to the gym and park in the lot to the side of the building. They gym reminds me a lot of a typical cross-fit type gym. You know, those gyms that are just built in some garage and have no amenities. It was exactly the opposite of the gym I went to back in Centerville – that place was sweet.

We enter the back door of the gym, and it’s fairly empty for 11am on a weekend. As I look around, it’s a big place, they have almost every machine you could want. There are a few people scattered throughout the gym. Lauren gives us a brief tour and ends with “locker rooms are behind that wall”, pointing to the opposite wall in the gym.

“Ohh I gotta pee really quick, since someone had to rush me out of the house.” Sam says while staring at me.

“All good, we’ll just go warm up over here.” Lauren responds, pointing to the room behind us.

As Sam makes her way across the gym, I look around and say, “This place is sweet, how long have you been coming here?”

Lauren replies, “Ohhh probably since the beginning of high school. The owner is friends with my dad, so he gave me a key last summer so I could come whenever I wanted.”

“Oh, that’s sweet” I said in between my stretches. An awkward silence followed.

Lauren kept looking at me and smiling. In trying to make some conversation, I stand up and walk over to her and say “So whatcha got for us today, coach?”

Lauren stood up, smiled, placed her hand on my chest, and said “You’ll have to wait and see, just make sure you’re all stretched and ready to go.” 

“Yes coach!” I said as I feigned a salute.

We laughed as we continued stretching. By the time both of us were done, Same came back from the bathroom. Lauren said “Sam, make sure you stretch really well, this work out is no joke.”

Sam nodded her head as we left the room. When we turned the corner, Lauren grabbed my hand and led me across the gym. We were heading toward the squat racks against the front wall. Once we reached the racks, Lauren said “Okay first up are front squats, I usually do a warmup set, followed by 8 rep sets, adding 25 lbs each set until failure…” she paused. “What do you warm up with, I’m usually at 135?”

Jesus Christ. That’s what I warm up with… I swear if she can lift more than I can, ill never forgive myself.

Lauren added a 45lbs plates to each side of the barbell. She set up her stance, arms flexed with the bar resting on the front of her shoulders, and repped out a solid 10 for her warmup.

I have to admit, she has good technique. My turn… here we go.

As she stepped back from the bar, she reached her arms up over her head and pulled off her oversized t shirt. I kind of froze as her tight stomach and chest were starting to glisten with sweat. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like her nipples were showing through her sports bra.

Get it together man, we’re here to work out.

I took my stance with the bar on my shoulders and lifted up. I repped out my warmup pretty easily, and off we went.

The first few sets went quickly, but once we both reached 235lbs, Lauren said “Okay, we’re getting close to my max, I need you to spot me this time.” As she said that, she stepped out of her sweatpants. Her shorts had ridden up, so now the bottom of her ass was sticking out.

I was caught off guard by this. I already knew what her whole workout set looked like, thanks to that picture this morning, but I was still left staring. She looked even better in person, even with a little bit of sweat built up on her back and her face. Her shorts were barely containing her ass, and the sweat caused her sports bra to cling to her boobs. She caught me staring but must have enjoyed that because she didn’t say anything about it.

She approached the bar, and I stepped behind her. I didn’t want to be too close to her, so I stood a step back from her, ready to grab the bar if she needed. Through the mirror on the wall, she saw me standing back and said, “you can get closer, I want to make sure you can push the bar away and catch me if I need to bail.”

I hesitated, and she could see my hesitation. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. She set up at the bar again but backed off instead. She grabbed my hand again and put it around her waist. I kept it there for now, not wanting to pull away too quickly. She pulled me in close as she stepped up into the bar.

Now, I was now behind her, my crotch was up against her ass.  She wiggled her ass into me as she let go of my hand to grab the bar. She adjusted her stance but took her right hand off and grabbed my hand again, she placed it on her lower stomach, and said “Support me here.” My right hand was resting on her lower abs, right above where her panties would land. While my left hand was holding onto her hip.

There’s no way this is the right technique, or even remotely safe… But there’s no way I’m moving away, cause honestly, I kind of like being this close to her. She smells fantastic… Okay Seth, that’s weird. Focus dude…

She started her squats, my body following hers, keeping my crotch against her ass, and my hand resting on her stomach. As she finished her 8^th rep, she re-racked the bar and screamed “Yesss I did it! Thank you so much for your help. I haven’t done 235 for 8 reps since before my knee surgery!” She jumped up and down before finally jumping into my arms. She did that thing that I love, when a girl jumps into your arms and wraps her legs around you. Even though we were sweaty, that hug felt great, and surprisingly she smelled fantastic.

I let her down, keeping my hands on her waist, I said “good work”. We did that think when you keep contact with someone longer than necessary. We were touching in some way, all the way up to the point when it was time for me to do my set.  

As I was finishing that set, Sam was done stretching and had made her way back over to us.

“Sweet, perfect timing Sam, we just finished squats. You can just hop in with us in the next exercise!” Lauren enthusiastically said.

I could have kept going, but I didn’t want to go against what Lauren said and raise questions from Sam.

The rest of the workout was more or less normal, and it ended up being pretty tough. Lauren was right – it got hot in the gym – I sweat my ass off. Also, she is strong, and kind of an animal in the gym. For whatever reason, that is super hot to me!

A few times throughout the workout, I noticed Lauren being a little extra touchy or flirty toward me. She was doing things like, grabbing my hand and leading me to the next exercise, or ‘accidentally’ grazing or grabbing my butt, or ‘accidentally’ rubbing her butt against me, or holding my hand after a high five. I’m pretty sure at one point, she blew a kiss at me. The impressive thing is that she did all of those things without being obvious to Sam. I can’t tell if she knew that Sam would be upset, or just liked the idea of doing things behind Sam’s back.

It was the most sexually frustrating and difficult workout I’ve ever had. Never in my life have my legs been this sore while having the biggest set of blue balls.

As we left the gym, this time I hopped into the front passenger seat. Suck it Sam. Sam ended up sitting directly behind Lauren.

The drive home was slower than we expected. There were a couple roads closed for the fireworks prep for tonight. I had no idea where we were or where we were going. But the way we had to take home ended up being bumper-to-bumper traffic. As we were sitting in traffic, I looked over at Lauren, who was looking at me. She smiled, pursed her lips, and kept looking down. My eyes followed hers, and to my great surprise, her legs were slightly spread, and her left hand was between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – I immediately got a chub in my pants. I am really lucky that I was wearing compression shorts, because they concealed my growing erection.

Lauren was rubbing herself on the outside of her shorts – her face looked like she was moaning, but she wasn’t making a sound – she would bite her lip and close her eyes momentarily. I adjusted myself and leaned to hide my gaze from Sam. Luckily Sam wasn’t paying attention, she was caught up in something on her phone.

I looked back up to Lauren’s face, and she was smiling at me again. As she was rubbing herself with her left hand, she did something else I never would have expected her to do – especially with Sam in the car. With her right hand, she lifted her sports bra up and flashed me her right boob. She massaged herself and pinched her nipple with her right hand, while continuing to pleasure herself with her left. The traffic wasn’t going anywhere, so we weren’t moving, and she could have both hands available. After a few moments of this, I was very obviously staring, but Lauren kept going. After a few more minutes, the traffic started to move. She kept herself exposed, until we saw a cop car approach from the opposite direction of traffic.

At that point, I don’t know what my face looked like, but I was in a state of complete shock. As we got closer to the house, the traffic started to clear.

Where did this come from? Why was Lauren being so bold? Was I missing something?

We pulled into our driveway, Lauren said “Thanks’ so much for coming to the gym guys! I hope we can do this more often…”

Sam responded, “Absolutely girl, we should hang out tomorrow, if you’re not doing anything!”

“That sounds like fun!” Lauren said as she winked at me. “Are you free tomorrow, Seth?”

I caught a sharp look from the backseat, but hesitantly said, “Yeah I think I’ll be around.”

We said our goodbyes to Lauren and headed in the house. Once we crossed the threshold, Sam ran upstairs yelling “dibbs on the shower.”

Oh lord, she’s going to take forever in there…

I headed toward the kitchen to try to see what my parents were up to. They weren’t in the kitchen, so I went to look through the back yard, and I didn’t see them there either – they must have gone somewhere while we were out.

Oh well, I guess I’ll just go hang out upstairs until Sam’s done in the shower.

As I entered my bedroom, I collapsed on the floor, and set my phone on the floor above my head. My legs were pretty sore, but I knew it would be worse tomorrow.

I guess Lauren’s workout was tough. But I’ll never admit that to her though…

Laying on my bedroom floor, I contemplated the events that had transpired throughout the day.

I still haven’t talked to Dani since this morning... should I text her? She seemed kind of upset, maybe I should just wait for her to text me…

“Shithead, the shower’s yours” I heard Sam call from the hallway.

A shower would feel nice right now, but I don’t really feel like moving.

Just then, I felt my phone vibrate… I picked it up off the floor above my head and looked at the lock screen. Lauren sent me a text.

Not thinking anything of it, I swiped up and opened her message.

Before I tell you what the message was, I just need to explain one more time… These things have never happened to me before. I don’t know what I did in this life, or a past life to deserve this number of suggestive, sexy photos from either Lauren or Dani. I know what you’re probably thinking, dude… stop complaining, two beautiful girls are coming onto you and sending you these sexy pictures… and yes, I understand that – but the problem is, I don’t know why I’m getting them, and I don’t know how to respond to them, especially given the entire situation I’m in. Great… now that we have that out of the way.

There, on my phone was a picture from Lauren. It was a selfie, it looked like she had just showered – her hair was wet and draped to either side of her head. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, but her hair was covering her boobs. I could see all the way down to her tight stomach, her hair reached down to just cover her boobs. Her hair laid across her boobs, but through the strands I could see their shape and perkiness.  Accompanying that picture was a message from Lauren that said “Thanks for a great workout today! You’re the best workout partner I’ve ever had 😊”.

For the umpteenth time today, I was speechless.

That was bold of her… How do I even respond to that? What are the signals she’s giving me; how does she want me to respond to that?

Do I go bold back? I have a feeling that’s what she’s looking for, but part of me wants to see how far she’ll take this without me egging her on…

Since I was headed to the bathroom to shower anyway, I decided to go a little bold, to see if she would push back at all... I headed to the bathroom like normal, just to take a shower.

I stripped myself naked and kept glancing back at the last picture she sent me – I could feel the blood rushing to my dick.

Control yourself dammit!

I opened my camera on my phone and started lining up the frame – I wanted to be teasing, but without actually showing her anything.  I found the angle that I liked and snapped a few pictures.

In these pictures, I obviously didn’t have a shirt on, and I had a serious look on my face, you know one of those model smoulder faces. The pictures ended right above my waist, but at the bottom of the frame (if you were looking), you could see the ‘V’ of my lower abs and pelvis. From the pictures, it looked like I wasn’t wearing any pants (even though I actually wasn’t wearing any).

In a bold fit of confidence, I sent one of the pictures to Lauren. Along with the pictures I said, “Thanks for inviting me!” and in an effort to flirt with her a little more, “It was nice and fun, even though the workout wasn’t as hard as you said it was going to be…”

This picture was sexy enough to appease the beast that was Lauren, who had been obviously flirting with me, while innocent enough to regain a shred of deniability.

In my still-aroused state, after all I had a very long day of being teased and turned on, I thought of Dani and what she was most likely up to right then.

Should I send one of these pictures to her too? Was that a bad idea? What if Dani wanted to move past what happened this morning?

“Hey… are you upset with me or something? Can we talk?”

A second later, I also typed, “Since I’ve seen you mostly without a shirt on, I thought it was only fair that you see me without a shirt on too… 😉” and sent the picture to her.

Since I was already bold enough in the previous 15 minutes to last for the rest of my life, I decided to get into the shower before I did anything else slightly stupid.

The shower felt nice, the hot steam helping my sore muscles relax a little bit. I stayed in there for a long time, I started to think about my experiences from today, it all became a blur in my head.

With all of these memories rolling around in my head, I sat down in the shower and let the water fall over me. I reached between my legs and grabbed my growing erection and started stroking my manhood – I needed a release.

I remember the feeling when I realized Dani sent me a picture of her boob – even if it was only one and it was half-dark, knowing she did that (most likely) on purpose, drove me crazy. I loved the flirty nature of Lauren and all the little touches between her and I. Feeling her touch me all morning at the gym and watching her pleasure herself on the way home – even though we could have been caught very easily, really turned me on even more. I got lost in these thoughts while stroking my member.

Before I knew it, I came – hard. As I snapped back to reality, I wondered how long id been in the shower – my hands had turned pruney.  I turned the water off and got out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist, and headed to my room. As I passed Sam’s room, she was lying on her bed and looked up from her phone and watched me go into my room.

That was weird… she didn’t have any snarky comments for me.

As I plopped on my bed, I looked down at my phone. I had a text from Lauren.

I clicked on Lauren’s conversation, the message from her said, “Be careful Seth, once I decide I want something, I WILL get it. Don’t start something that you can’t finish.”

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