Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 20:16:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Annie B <total_id@yahoo.com>
Subject: rain check part 1

Rain Check by AnnieB

As always, feedback is much appreciated!  total_id@yahoo.com


You know how you can see someone every day, and in one sudden instant your
outlook of them completely changes?  I know that feeling all too well.
About six months ago I joined a gym in an attempt to drop 30 pounds before
my 10 year high school reunion.  Along with the gym membership I could
attend any of their classes for free.  I always hated cardio classes
because I'm very clumsy and the instructors are impossible to keep up with.
I decided on taking a weight lifting class.  Now, being VERY into girls,
the first thing I noticed was that the instructor for this class, Kristen,
was very cute.  Kristen is fairly tall, late 20s, about 5'10", about 140
lbs, and has short red hair and dark eyes.  Being a fitness instructor, it
is a given that her body is smokin' hot.  She isn't overly muscled as one
may think, but she's toned in all the right places.  When I walked into the
group fitness room, Kristen was already there setting up for class.  She
greeted me warmly and asked if I was new to the class.  I said that I was,
and she gave me the rundown on what to expect.  I ended up absolutely
loving the class, and it became part of my weekly routine.

As I continued going to the gym, I also noticed that Kristen was a personal
trainer there.  When I see other trainers around the gym with their
clients, I noticed how uncaring they seemed.  They provided no motivation
at all.  They were basically robots who told them what to do and counted
off reps.  Kristen was not like this at all.  She genuinely seemed to care
about each of her clients, and would explain each move she had her clients
do and tell them what muscles the move focused on, etc.  It made me wonder
if I could benefit from Kristen's expertise.

One day, after weightlifting class, I had a random spurt of energy and
decided to run on a treadmill for a little bit before heading home.  After
about 10 minutes my energy was finally depleted.  I walked to the locker
room and turned a corner to get to my row of lockers.  Around the corner, I
saw Kristen sprawled out on a bench looking absolutely wiped out.  I
giggled, which turned her attention to me.  She gave me a sheepish grin.

"I didn't think it was possible," she said "But today I succeeded in
kicking my own ass."  I fell head over heels for Kristen in that instant.
I can't put my finger on it, but I'm sure it had something to do with how
weak and vulnerable she seemed as opposed to the strong woman I'm used to
seeing.  I laughed and sat on the bench next to her.

"Well, it's nice to see that you're actually human and not just a mean lean
weightlifting machine." I replied.  She gave a hearty laugh, and I realized
this was the first time I had heard her laugh.  It was a wonderful sound
which complimented her heart shaped mouth nicely.  I knew I had to get
closer to her.  "I'm actually glad I caught up with you.  I wanted to ask,
are you taking on new personal training clients?"

Kristen's eyes flickered and she sat up.  "Yes!  Are you interested?" she
asked.

"I am."  I replied.  "I initially joined this gym with the intent on
dropping some weight before my high school reunion.  Your classes are
helping a lot, but I feel I need a bit more guidance."

"This is so great.  You won't believe this, but I've actually seen a lot of
potential in you from the way you're progressing in weightlifting and from
what I've seen of your workouts around the gym.  I wanted to ask if you had
considered hiring a personal trainer, but I didn't want you to think I was
just after your money."

I laughed.  "Well then, looks like this will work well for both of us.
When can we start?"

We went back to her office to discuss pricing and training times.  As she
was making up the documents, I noticed she was left handed.  I also noticed
the huge rock she wore on her ring finger.  All the fantasies I was
beginning to have about her vanished as my heart sank.  Married.  Hitched.
Taken.  Bummer.

After a few one-on-one sessions with her, my fantasies returned.  Of course
I would never act on any of them, but it was hard to ignore that this girl
was completely awesome.  In addition to good looks, she was also wickedly
smart.  Not just about training and nutrition, but she had an MBA as well.
We also shared the same sense of humor, and we sometimes got so involved in
conversing and joke telling that we'd forget where we were in the workout.
It was hard for me to keep my feelings in check.  I'd often catch myself
blatantly checking her out.  Sometimes I felt like she would have to be
blind not to notice, but she never changed her behavior in any way.

Months later, in the present time, I'm 25 pounds thinner and pretty darn
buff.  Kristen's work on me is nothing short of miraculous.  For the first
time in my life I feel SEXY.  Being short, only 5'2", it always seemed like
every pound looked massive on me.  At my heaviest, I was "only" 150 lbs,
but on my short frame it did not look good at all.  During these past few
weeks Kristen has been complimenting my progress left and right.  I always
tell her I owed it all to her, and she reminds me of how I worked my ass
off (quite literally) to get where I am.  Tonight was my last session with
Kristen, and I was pretty bummed about it.  The logical side of me realized
that it was probably for the best, and maybe my fantasies about her would
end and I could focus on finding an actual gay and unmarried girlfriend.
It didn't help, though, that Kristen kept saying how much she was going to
miss working with me.

Soon, the hour was up and I was putting my things away.  Kristen was giving
me a few last minute tips to continue to focus on.  I thanked her for
everything and told her I would see her in weightlifting class.  As I
turned to leave, she touched my arm.

"Wait." she said.  "Since we officially no longer have a business
relationship, I was wondering if I could take you out for a victory drink
tonight, as a friend and not your trainer."

My heart skipped a couple beats.  I regained control of my thoughts.  "I
thought you didn't like it when I drink.  You know, empty calories and
all."  I smirked.

Kristen laughed.  "Remember, I'm just your friend now and not your trainer.
And I know you like your booze."

"That I do."  I chuckled.  "Of course I'll have a drink with you.  When and
where?"

We made our plans and I left in a daze.  As I was showering back home, I
realized this would be the first time I would see Kristen in her regular
clothes instead of workout gear.  This idea excited me.  Every few minutes
I had to remind myself of that rock on her left hand.  She had mentioned
her husband several times in the months I worked out with her.  They seemed
to have a very happy relationship and there's no way I could compete with
that, even if I wanted to.  And, I really didn't want to.  One of my pet
peeves has always been married women who cheat on their husbands with women
because "it doesn't really count" according to them.  I swore to myself
long ago that I would never put myself in that kind of situation.
Regardless, it was a non-issue with Kristen.  I just needed a tight reign
on my hormones, especially with a couple drinks in me.

It was a chilly October evening, so I dressed in a tight knit sweater,
jeans, & boots.  I gave myself the once-over before I left, taking in the
fact that I was very pleased with the way I looked.  This new me is
definitely taking some getting used to.

I drove to the bar we agreed to meet at and walked in.  Kristen was already
there.  She hadn't seen me yet, so I took that opportunity to check her
out.  She was wearing a white babydoll shirt, skinny jeans, & a black
leather jacket.  She had on maroon tinted lip gloss that made her heart
shaped lips a little too inviting.  I mustered up my best swagger and
walked her way.  When she caught my eye, her face brightened.

"Well hey there sexy Annie!" she exclaimed.

"Hey there yourself.  It's funny.  You are a total babe and you still look
like you could break out and kick someone's ass at any second."  I replied.

Kristen laughed hard.  "You know I could.  I might just have to the way
some of these men have been staring at me.  I try to gesture or pull my
hair back with my left hand hoping they'd see the ring, but it sure hasn't
stopped them from oogling."

"Pigs."  I scoffed.  Kristen laughed again and held my gaze for what seemed
like a couple seconds too long.

Our evening was a blast.  Conversation with her was quick and easy.  The
bar was riddled with our laughter several times.  By our third drink, I
noticed some subtle changes in Kristen's behavior.  She was speaking lower,
almost in a seductive manner.  She was quick to giggle at anything remotely
funny that I said.  She frequently nibbled and licked at her lips, and her
gazes became longer and longer.  Now, I've been out of the dating scene for
a long time, but I swear I remember these are signs of flirting.  I tried
to convince myself that the gin and tonics were just making me see what I
wanted to see, and these things meant nothing.

What seemed like one hour turned into four, and we reluctantly agreed that
we should call it a night.  We paid our tab and headed out.  Once outside,
Kristen laughed.

"It's funny, this seemed more like a date than anything I've done with my
husband in years."  she said.

Shocked, I laughed nervously.  "Yeah, it did kind of seem like a date,
didn't it?  It was nice."

Kristen bit her lip and moved closer to me.  "So tell me, Annie, do you
kiss on a first date?"

I was dumbfounded.  I laughed again.  "Are...are you...serious?"

Kristen slid her arm around my back.  "Very.  I've had a bit of a crush on
you for months, and forgive me if I'm wrong, but I believe the feeling is
quite mutual.  Isn't it?"

I realized I had been instinctively backing away from her, because her
one-armed embrace around my back was getting tighter.  I gave into it, and
stopped resisting.  I was now standing very close to her and could feel her
body heat radiating off of her.  The night had gotten cold, and I had
forgotten a jacket.  Being short, I was pretty much eye level with her
chest.  I was trying to avoid eye contact with her as I was quickly sorting
out my thoughts.  I hadn't realized it, but I was staring at her breasts.
Kristen tilted my head up to meet her eyes.  "And that's exactly what I'm
talking about." she chuckled.  "You may think you're being sneaky when your
eyes linger on me when you think I'm not looking, but you're not fooling
me."

I begin to feel a little sick.  I had indeed been very foolish to think she
never noticed me checking her out dozens of times in the few months I've
been working out with her.  This made me no better than the men she
condemned in the bar.  Then, I remembered she was holding me.

"Annie, it's ok.  I like your attention.  I like your wit.  I like your
determination.  I just like YOU.  And if it's ok with you, I'd really like
to kiss you now."

I swallowed hard.  I couldn't think of anything to say, so I moved in to
consent to her kiss.  It has been awhile since I have kissed anyone, let
alone on a cold night, so I was surprised at how warm her mouth was.  She
was a very passionate kisser, who had no hesitancy in kissing another woman
at all.  My mind was reeling and I kept on trying to remind myself to enjoy
this moment.  Her hand that had been holding my chin up slid down my neck,
and I felt the cold metal of her wedding ring.  Her ring.

I broke the kiss, but did not back out of her embrace.  "Kristen, your
husband..." I said breathlessly.

Kristen frowned & nodded slowly.  "I understand your concern about that.
It's...it's kind of a long story.  The short of it, I love him.  He's my
best friend.  But that's really all he is.  I like women and I always have.
When I was 20 my parents threatened to have nothing to do with me unless I
"changed."  Brad knew about my situation and came up with the solution that
he and I get married.  I kept my relationship with my parents, but it came
at a great price.  Brad sacrificed so much for me, like the ability to have
a true marriage of his own.  The two of us see other people, but we
obviously can't take things too far with them.  But, that doesn't stop my
desire for women...and right now I desire nothing more than to kiss you
again."

My heart ached for her.  Her situation had caught me completely off guard.
I put my hand behind her head and reached up to meet her lips again.  I
felt a tear spill from her eye and hit my cheek, and I struggled against
tearing up myself.  I slid my arms around her waist and stroked her lower
back.  This time Kristen broke the kiss, but she planted small kisses along
my jaw and grazed my neck with her lips and tongue.  "You have no idea how
long I've wanted to do this, Annie."  she practically whispered as she
nibbled my neck.

"You have no idea how long I've been fantasizing about this."  I breathed.

"It doesn't have to end here."  she said with tinge of urgency in her
voice.  "We could get a room, stay the night somewhere.  Just see where the
night leads us."  She grips my shoulders tightly and meets my lips again
for another deep kiss.  "What do you say?"

"I...I...need to take a rain check, Kristen."