Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

When Mr. Stevenson moved out from the counter, Brooke was able to see that he was wearing clothes. The tight compression pants seemed like a second skin and the way the v of his cut molded into them left small empty spaces where she could just see a hint of the flesh beneath the waist of them. Brooke's mouth gaped at that, spoon half in and half out like it was about to fall off her tongue, and then when her eyes were drawn lower to the bulge in the front. It was nothing like Jacob Lutz's, the only boy Brooke has ever been with. The first time one of their dates got a little handsy on his part, she'd pushed Jacob off her when she'd felt the push of his dick through his pants and onto her thigh. They'd gone together a bit longer, exploring and getting more comfortable but not getting less awkward. Touching her breasts outside of her shirt, sloppy too much tongue in her mouth kisses, the first time they'd both trembled when he'd put his hand under her bra and found her young breast and nipple, and then the first time he'd been almost mad and angry about her wanting to stop after making out. He'd grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch, and then when she pulled it back after rubbing it for a few terrible minutes, Jacob had undone his pants and persuaded Brooke to reach inside his tighty whities that his mother still bought for him and inexpertly jack her young boyfriend until he made a small, sticky mess on her hand. Compared to that though, Mr. Stevenson was huge! And he wasn't even excited! Blood roared in her ears and she forgot to breathe. It wasn't until Mr. Stevenson hopped up on the counter and hugged her to him that her mouth shut and her eyes remembered to blink. She was just leaning into him, the kiss on the top of her head romantic beyond anything she'd ever felt, and then Mr. Stevenson hopped down and left a very confused, very aroused teenage girl behind. It wasn't fair! What? Oh, yeah, the gym, Brooke agreed and used the heel of her hand to push her hair back behind her shoulders. I'll, uh, go get changed. Suddenly not hungry she put the rest of the yogurt in the trash. Halfway up the stairs Brooke stopped and leaned her head against the wall. Oh my God, what just happened? He kissed me! Okay, not kiss kissed but... I can't wait to tell- Tell who? Her bestie Samantha? Tell her she just got a look at the size of her dad's dick and how it made her feel when he put his arm around her in what had to be, she realized, a purely avuncular gesture. Conflicted, not understanding how she felt at all, Brooke took longer than normal getting ready. It makes perfect sense, Mr. Stevenson, Brooke said as they walked into the gym. It's going to give me energy for the workout. Brooke took a sip out of the java chip frap she'd convinced Mike to stop and get on the way. It was the perfect accent to her super cute gym outfit a black lycra midriff top that hid the sunburn on her upper body and left her toned taut tummy exposed and matching accented in pink yoga pants that were absolutely almost inside her skin. She had a pink jumprope too and had switched out her phone case to match. Samantha thought Brooke was dumb for always making her phone match her outfit but then Sammy wore Uggs with soccer shorts in the winter. Hello! How did she have a bestie who was so basic? The gym for Brooke was about being seen and being cute and flirty. It was about adding pins to Pinterest while she did some spinning and about just enjoying being young and pretty and with a naturally skinny body. I think I'm going to go use the stair climber to start, she told Mr. Stevenson. Brooke never used the stair climber, absolutely hated it. But the backs of them faced the front of the open weight area where the hot young guys were working out. And the mirrors in front of the climbers meant that she'd be able to see if any of them were watching her taut little butt while she pretended to be working out. It was a little thrill and Brooke, like all women, always loved feeling pretty from the attention men gave her. Let's do this, she told the machine and set up a slow, steady program that would build in frequency. The top and pants hurt where they rubbed against her sunburn, but what was a little pain versus not looking cute? She could bear it.