So did you have a lovely Valentine’s Day? Mine was very pleasant and was filled with hugs, kisses, chocolate and pavlova. Lovely.
I have to say one of the places I really wouldn’t like to be for Valentine’s Day is the gym. I went for a while a few years ago and I’m afraid I ended up bored out of my brains more often than not. However, I have to give credit where credit is due I would never have written Getting Physical if I hadn’t visited the gym in the first place.
John and Terri meet at the gym. She’s a curvy and he’s slim and neither of them thinks that they are attractive enough to gain attention from the other. However fate conspires to bring them together and what better day for a first date than Valentine’s day. Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy:
“Now then, what do you fancy?” She looked at me, and although she said not a word, the barrage of silent innuendo was dazzling.
“I mean to eat.” I walked over to the telephone and picked up a pile of pamphlets from beside it. “I’ve got a great choice of gourmet ingredients right here.” I strode over to the sofa and sat myself next to her. Choosing which takeout company to order from is probably not normally considered a romantic thing, but as we huddled together, our heads touched and our hands brushed against each other as we pointed and flicked. I thought it was very sensual.
We decided upon pizza and I dialed, ordered, and disappeared into the kitchen to get wine. As I chose glasses, I took stock: a beautiful woman, good food, and sparkling wine on Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t possibly muck it up, could I? I could see my mother nodding her head vigorously from her sneering seat in Heaven. I remembered the dead cert of three years ago, where I managed to send the poor girl to casualty. It couldn’t possibly get that bad, could it? I took several deep breaths and walked back into the living room.
Terri had found the stereo and was flicking through my CD collection. Bent at the waist, her shapely bottom was straining towards me through the material of her dark-blue skirt. The glasses in my hand clinked and clattered, alerting her to my presence. She turned her head to the side and smiled. The glasses clinked some more as I placed them on the coffee table; one fell to its side.
“You okay?” Suddenly she was beside me, her hand hovering beside mine and righting the fallen glass.
“Yeah. Just a bit, you know, nervous.” Before now, all my worst experiences involved women finding out I wasn’t as experienced as I pretended to be. This time I decided I was probably a lot safer working it the other way round. I sat down as I didn’t trust my legs to hold me upright at that moment.
“Nervous?” Her lips lifted at a quizzical angle. “Why?”
She grasped the neck of the wine bottle firmly, tipped it, and the contents spilled forth in effervescent streams. It bubbled up higher and higher, ’til she stopped, and everything calmed down; the air still agitating the liquid, but its movement resting just below the surface.
I took the proffered glass and cradled it in my fingers. In for a penny, in for a pound…
“I’m not very good with women. I manage to insult them and sometimes even injure them—accidentally of course.” My eyes flicked up, and she was leaning forward, bent at the waist, pouring wine for herself. My gaze rested in the cleft of her bosom.
“There’s no need to worry,” she replied, straightened up, and then slipped into the seat next to me. “In fact, I’m kind of nervous, too.” She reached out and took my hand and laid it on her breast. “My heart is thumping.”
And it was. I could feel it: ba da bump, ba da bump, ba da bump. I could feel her nipple pressing into the palm of my hand, too. I licked my lips.
“I can feel it.” I gasped, lifting my gaze from my hand on her breast to her face. Then I felt her lips press against my own. Soft, plump, and giving, they undulated against mine which were hard with shock. The constant pressure worked on my lips until they were as soft and malleable as hers. My hand was still over her breast and experimentally I gave a gentle squeeze. I was rewarded by a sexy gasp that tickled all my senses. I squeezed again, cupping and moulding as my other hand grasped onto her waist. I needed to hold on, because I was afraid that if I didn’t, I’d be shaken out of the dream and back to my lonely reality.
Her hands were in my hair, fingers splayed, pulling me closer in a fiercely sexual way. One hand slipped down to my chin and gently cradled me there, comforting me, encouraging me. If I sat for a million years, I’d never be able to name every emotion and sensation that ran through me at that moment. I was a bundle of confusion, but I trusted her.
I trusted her to lead me, and I would follow anywhere.”
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