Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

He was pleased with himself as he left the kitchen to retire to his bedroom. Not only had he managed to make things less awkward between him and his daughter's friend, but he'd done so in a way that didn't cut him off entirely from any new and exciting experiences he might have this summer - however questionably appropriate they might be. He tugged on a similar tank top to the one he'd worn the day before doing yard work. A navy blue 'Michigan' T shirt that had the sleeves removed. Actually, large portions of the sides were removed so that his toned core was somewhat exposed at all times. He tugged on some black athletic shorts on over his compression shorts that provided some modesty. After all, he could flaunt himself in the comfort of his own home - but not out in public, lest a parent or student see him. He was waiting in the kitchen, his car keys in hand reading over the mornings paper when the bump bump bump of a small person coming down the stairs pulled his attention away. Ready to g.. go? He asked, his words stuck in his throat as he saw her sensational gymwear. He figured it best not to comment on it. He had just gotten over one hurdle with her and lecturing her about modesty was the last thing he wanted to do - especially because he didn't actually care that she cover up around the house, or elsewhere. Quite the opposite in fact. Cute clothes. He said with a smile, figuring a simple, benign compliment to be a smart move. Let's hit it. He put his hand on the small of her bare back as he ushered her out of the kitchen through the open garage door he held for her. He was still teasing her about the Starbucks stop she made him take on their way, saying she'd gain all the weight she would lose before she even lost it. She just teased him back in her own way. He put his earbuds in, and pushed play on his phone, and prepared himself to get into a workout mood. He felt extra virile today. Extra frustrated. He needed to work it out. The gym was his favorite place to be - it provided needed respite from the home and school, and it kept him healthy and in good shape. He did his normal circuits, doing some flys and pulldowns on the machines in one portion of the gym. Soon it was time to do freeweights and he pulled out several large dumbells of varying weights and set them off to the side near a bench he had claimed with his white, damp towel. He had started his first set when a stray glance over the gym landed his gaze squarely on an unmistakable shape. In the mirror, from where he sat, he found the round, pert ass of Brooke yes it was covered in black, and not half exposed like that morning, but he knew it. His eyes lifted up slowly to her bare back, then that mane of red hair and back down. This time, she wasn't standing still. Her ass moving and jiggling slightly with each step. He inhaled sharply, exherting himself more heavily on his weights. His biceps turning red, veins bulging slightly. He ended up doing twice as many reps as he intended because he was so distracted, and only stopped when his arms felt like they were on fire. He set them down with a loud clank and thud, hanging his head down and breathing heavily. His rib cage visibly taught in the holes in his tanktop. His back heaved and sank with each breath as he grabbed his water bottle and doused the back of his neck. He glanced up again to where his eyes were on the mirror previously, trying his best to be discreet.