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Authors: Kendall Swan
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back then since they always ended up having sex in some form or
another.
Emma glanced at herself in
the mirror. At 5’8’’ she was taller than most women. She was sexy
and young with smooth skin and full c-cups that had small pink
nipples. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Her high
cheekbones and full lips made it easy for her to look innocent or
sexy. Her waist was very small and she had nice hips to compliment
it. Her entire body was a sexy mix of muscle and
softness.
While she washed her face
and brushed her teeth and hair, images of the sex she had in
college back in New York City kept popping into her head. Some of
it was honorable, some of it not so much. But it had all been fun.
She then remembered the memoir, her sexual memoir. Her clit buzzed
at the thought of it.
She had to write it as an
assignment for her Sexual Diversity in Society class. The exercise
of writing about one’s sexual history was supposed to help the
student be more open and accepting of their sexuality, whatever
type it might be. The assignment was to write down as many
meaningful sexual encounters as one could remember, regardless of
whether they occurred in a relationship, as one night stands, or
with oneself. She had the best time writing it and her college
friends kept making fun of the fact that she had gotten an A in the
course.
She went to her trunk of old
college stuff she had kept and found the notebook. She flipped
through it quickly and decided against traveling down memory lane
right at that moment. She had to meet her friend, Brooke, at the
gym before work and would need to hurry to make it in time for
their favorite spinning class. Brooke was another assistant at the
law firm. She was a couple of years older and had taken Emma under
her wing. They got along famously and Emma was grateful to have her
as a friend.
Chapter 2
When Emma arrived at the
gym, the smell of cleaner mixed with the faint smell of sweat
reached her nose. The state of the art lighting, shiny workout
machines, and beautiful people gave a very hip feel to the place.
Emma rushed to the spinning room and saw the spinning class had
already started and there were no bikes available. Her friend,
Brooke, spotted Emma from one of the bikes and waved. Emma waved
back.
She looked forward to
working out with Brooke. This was the first time she had ever been
late for a shared workout. She was disappointed, but perhaps it was
for the best. She was still a little turned on from this morning
with her dream and the sexual memoir. The bike seat would have just
rubbed her clit even more throughout the workout, driving her
crazy. Instead, she headed to the treadmills to get in a
run.
She propped her leg up on
the rail of the treadmill to stretch like she used to in ballet
class as a child. She looked around nervously as she did this. Emma
always thought this stretch position was like showing her sex lips
to the world. She had normal running shorts on but she couldn’t
escape the feeling that someone could somehow see through her
shorts to her pussy and know all the things she was willing to do
with it. She thought of the sexual memoir again. She would have to
look at it tonight, she thought. She stretched her other leg--again
looking around with paranoia as she did so. So far, she had not
noticed anyone explicitly checking her out as she stretched. Maybe you want to be noticed. The thought, surprising as it was, excited her.
As she began her run she saw
all of the other people around the gym working hard to maintain
their bodies just as she was. Most of them were doing this with
headphones or ear buds, not wanting or willing to make a new
connection while working out. This was frustrating for Emma. She
had wanted to make friends outside of work since moving back to
Dallas after college and found it difficult. College was so social.
She thought of herself as somewhat outgoing. But she still hadn’t
worked up
back then since they always ended up having sex in some form or
another.
Emma glanced at herself in
the mirror. At 5’8’’ she was taller than most women. She was sexy
and young with smooth skin and full c-cups that had small pink
nipples. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Her high
cheekbones and full lips made it easy for her to look innocent or
sexy. Her waist was very small and she had nice hips to compliment
it. Her entire body was a sexy mix of muscle and
softness.
While she washed her face
and brushed her teeth and hair, images of the sex she had in
college back in New York City kept popping into her head. Some of
it was honorable, some of it not so much. But it had all been fun.
She then remembered the memoir, her sexual memoir. Her clit buzzed
at the thought of it.
She had to write it as an
assignment for her Sexual Diversity in Society class. The exercise
of writing about one’s sexual history was supposed to help the
student be more open and accepting of their sexuality, whatever
type it might be. The assignment was to write down as many
meaningful sexual encounters as one could remember, regardless of
whether they occurred in a relationship, as one night stands, or
with oneself. She had the best time writing it and her college
friends kept making fun of the fact that she had gotten an A in the
course.
She went to her trunk of old
college stuff she had kept and found the notebook. She flipped
through it quickly and decided against traveling down memory lane
right at that moment. She had to meet her friend, Brooke, at the
gym before work and would need to hurry to make it in time for
their favorite spinning class. Brooke was another assistant at the
law firm. She was a couple of years older and had taken Emma under
her wing. They got along famously and Emma was grateful to have her
as a friend.
Chapter 2
When Emma arrived at the
gym, the smell of cleaner mixed with the faint smell of sweat
reached her nose. The state of the art lighting, shiny workout
machines, and beautiful people gave a very hip feel to the place.
Emma rushed to the spinning room and saw the spinning class had
already started and there were no bikes available. Her friend,
Brooke, spotted Emma from one of the bikes and waved. Emma waved
back.
She looked forward to
working out with Brooke. This was the first time she had ever been
late for a shared workout. She was disappointed, but perhaps it was
for the best. She was still a little turned on from this morning
with her dream and the sexual memoir. The bike seat would have just
rubbed her clit even more throughout the workout, driving her
crazy. Instead, she headed to the treadmills to get in a
run.
She propped her leg up on
the rail of the treadmill to stretch like she used to in ballet
class as a child. She looked around nervously as she did this. Emma
always thought this stretch position was like showing her sex lips
to the world. She had normal running shorts on but she couldn’t
escape the feeling that someone could somehow see through her
shorts to her pussy and know all the things she was willing to do
with it. She thought of the sexual memoir again. She would have to
look at it tonight, she thought. She stretched her other leg--again
looking around with paranoia as she did so. So far, she had not
noticed anyone explicitly checking her out as she stretched. Maybe you want to be noticed. The thought, surprising as it was, excited her.
As she began her run she saw
all of the other people around the gym working hard to maintain
their bodies just as she was. Most of them were doing this with
headphones or ear buds, not wanting or willing to make a new
connection while working out. This was frustrating for Emma. She
had wanted to make friends outside of work since moving back to
Dallas after college and found it difficult. College was so social.
She thought of herself as somewhat outgoing. But she still hadn’t
worked up
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