He wasn’t the kind of guy she usually went for, but a lot had changed about Ashley recently.
Ashley had always been skinny…too skinny. In every past relationship, her boyfriends had told her she needed to eat more. “Gotta get some skin on them bones,” they’d joke. But no matter what Ashley ate, she never gained a pound and remained perpetually rail thin. To make things worse, whenever they were out in public, she’d often spy those same boyfriends staring at other women with curvier hips and shapely asses.
The yoga pants trend had been the bane of Ashley’s existence…All of a sudden the world was obsessed with butts, yet the elastic pants didn’t have the same magical effect for her as it had for so many other women. Instead of making her ass look amazing, the pants drooped sadly below the waistband. Ashley tried every at-home butt workout she found linked on Pinterest but not one of them worked. She considered surgery to get both breast and butt implants, but was too terrified of the risk.
Then one day something happened that changed everything. She was browsing magazines in the grocery store when someone called her name.
When Ashley turned to see who it was she was shocked at what she saw. It was like looking at a Greek god. The man had to be 6’4”, or more, and his bronze skin was tight and bulging with muscles she didn’t even know existed. On one of his massive arms was an intimidating full sleeve tattoo, or what looked like one…It disappeared behind the actual sleeve to the man’s spandex shirt. The stretchy, black activewear was distracting, to say the least. It clung to his body ostentatiously, hugging the canyons of muscles on his chest and stomach in such a way that he may as well not have been wearing it at all. Ashley quickly looked up to his face to avoid staring.
The man’s head was lush with eye-catching, honey blond hair. It had to be dyed…Or maybe it wasn’t? She couldn’t tell, as she came to notice it matched some of the blond hairs highlighting his meticulously groomed beard. Ashley had just started to wonder if he plucked his brows into that shape when their eyes met and the recognition finally hit her.
“Ollie?” She said, bewildered.
He laughed, nodded, and replied with a smile. “Yeah. How’ve you been?”
Oliver Osborne…She’d always thought it was an unfortunately douchey sounding name. They’d gone to the same high school and had a few classes together, and though Ashley didn’t recall him actually being a douche, they had barely interacted. She was always busy after school with theatre, while he’d been an athlete for one of the less popular sports. Was it lacrosse, or swimming? She couldn’t remember, but whatever it was, he definitely didn’t look the same back then as he did now.
“Wow…Um… Yeah. Good, I guess,” she said. As soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth she shook her head, then recomposed herself with a smile. “Sorry. It’s just shocking to see you after all this time. I’ve been good. How about you?”
“Haha, don’t worry. I know I look a bit different than I did the last time we saw each other.”
“Seriously. You’re understating it. I don’t think I’d have ever recognized you if you hadn’t said anything. You’re so… Big.”
“Yeah,” he laughed with feigned embarrassment, then answered with an explanation he’d undoubtedly used many times before. “I got into weightlifting in college, and just stuck with it.” Ollie paused then gestured to the magazine in Ashley’s hand. “Are you into fitness, too?”
Ashley suddenly realized the embarrassing situation she was in and felt her face start to turn red. In one arm she cradled a copy of Teen Vogue, but in her hands was a copy of Women’s Fitness open to a page emblazoned with “Your New BEST BUTT Routine!” She briefly considered clapping the magazine shut and playing it off, but this wasn’t a movie, and she knew he’d already seen it. Best to play it cool and confident.
“Oh. Umm…I was just…Curious if this workout was any different than the ones I saw online.”
“Yeah?” Ollie looked down at it again. “Can I see?”
Ashley shrugged and handed him the magazine. He skimmed through it, flipping the page once.
“Yeah, no, this is garbage.” He lowered the magazine so she could see it, then pointed to a picture of a woman that looked like Kim Kardashian perched on a giant balance ball. “These are all bodyweight exercises, see? This girl didn’t get a butt like that doing these exercises. If you want a butt like hers you have to go to a gym and lift real weight. You can’t do it at home.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to get–” Ashley stopped short, realizing she might offend him.
“Big?” He said, finishing her sentence like he’d heard it before. “Don’t worry, you won’t. Not unless you want to take steroids.” He grinned at that last bit, clearly joking. He pointed at the girl in the picture again. “There are girls at my gym who look just like this and they can lift 300 pounds. Trust me, you won’t get big.”
Ashley studied the girl in the magazine again. She had the perfect body, with tapered thighs, round hips, a tiny waist, and slender arms. She didn’t look like she lifted weights.
After a moment of silence between them, Ollie spoke again.”Do you want to look like this?” he asked.
Ashley looked up from the magazine to see him looking down at her inquisitively. She attempted nonchalance with a shrug. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, doesn’t everyone? But I’d never look like that.”
“Sure you could. I could show you.”
And that’s how it happened. She allowed Ollie to convince her to sign up at his gym, then let him lead her through a dozen humiliating exercises that involved thrusting her hips into the air, or spreading her legs around weird machines. Then she agreed to do it again, and again, and again. At first she’d let him twist her arm into coming along with him three days a week, but before long she found herself there with him all six days that he went. At his advice, she also altered her diet to include exhausting quantities of chicken, broccoli, rice, and supplement powders.
The results came slowly at first, but after ten months of dragging herself from bed, to work, to the gym, to the shower, then back to bed, everyone started to notice. Men waiting for the train would gawk at Ashley as she stepped off, and male co-workers who had never said a word to her were suddenly asking, “What was your name again?” The girls Ashley once longed to be now shot her nasty glares when she walked by and saw their boyfriends staring at her. The first time she updated her Facebook photo with a new picture of herself (one Ollie had taken of her between deadlift sets) twenty of her male friends, and almost every ex-boyfriend she’d ever had, messaged her privately to ask how she was.
But for all the male attention Ashley now found herself showered in, the only person she held any interest for was Ollie. Obviously from the first moment they’d re-met, she thought he was impressive, but it took going to the gym with him to fully understand just how impressive he was. Before Ashley started lifting, she’d have never been able to tell one guy with muscles from the next. Now that she was a certified gym rat, however, she knew Ollie was years and years ahead of every other guy at the gym, both bigger and stronger. When he pounded out his sets, all the men around them would stop what they were doing to watch, and it made Ashley want to drop to her knees and worship him.
This was partially why every morning she’d wake up so insatiably horny that she had to start including masturbation in her morning routine. Sometimes she’d even need to sneak off to the bathroom on her lunch break for midday relief, otherwise all she could do was stare blankly at her monitor while her thoughts swirled with lusty ideas. When she came home from the gym she’d often drop her bags on the floor, half peel off her sticky gym clothes, and masturbate furiously on the floor of her apartment without even bothering to first turn on the lights. She’d fixate on the sound of Ollie’s voice, and whatever little thing he had said to make her laugh during their workout, while she traced her wet fingers across the bead of her clit over and over. Sometimes, just when she was about to come, she’d stammer his name and some incoherent words, usually involving “fuck me” or “come in me,” before succumbing to the contortions, spasms, and the involuntary string of gasping and moaning that comprised her orgasm.
Ashley had a favorite fantasy that she replayed in her head over and over when she masturbated, where instead of Ollie saying, “Great workout, see you tomorrow!” as they left the gym, he’d say, “You want to grab dinner somewhere?” From there, he’d invite her back to his place for any number of bullshit reasons…Check out a movie, borrow a book. It didn’t matter what it was because as soon as they walked in the door his hands would be around her waist, spinning her to face him for a deep, hard kiss. That was about as sentimental as her fantasy got, however, as a moment later he’d strip her down to her boy shorts while her hands fought his pants open to unleash what she imagined was a massive, rock hard cock.
By the time Ashley was on her knees, Ollie would have laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her head deep down the length of his shaft. He wasn’t forceful, but firm, driving each of her movements a little farther down his cock than was comfortable. He challenged her to push herself with everything else, so she imagined this would be no exception. She gripped the base of his cock with both hands, steadying it so she could bob back and forth with precision while dragging her tongue up along the underside of his shaft with more effort and care than she’d put into a blowjob for anyone else, ever.
The exactness and enthusiasm was the least Ashley could do, considering how disappointing her body must have been to Ollie. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. She knew he took pride in helping her sculpt her boyish body into something feminine and sexual, but Ashley knew she was still a long shot from the other girls at the gym that Ollie occasionally admired. Ashley dreamed of one day looking like those women, with their shapely thighs, solid bubble butts, and toned stomachs, but for now she was just a work-in-progress that would need to put in her best effort if she wanted this spontaneous, post-workout hook up to happen again.
Ashley had no way of knowing Ollie’s preferences or his sexual stamina, but in her fantasy she imagined her lips going numb long before he was ready to come. It was a strange fantasy, for sure. She never thought she’d fantasize about exhausting herself during sex, but Ollie had a way about him that always made her want to please him. As she sloshed up and down on his cock, she’d look up at him, tears in her eyes from having half gagged a dozen times on his size, and find him looking back down at her with a gentle, regarding smile.
“You’ve worked so hard,” he’d say. “You must be so tired.” He’d stroke her cheek lightly with his free hand then ask…no, muse, “Did you want me to come?”
And of course, she wouldn’t reply, or even nod, just stare up at him before drawing his cock so far back into her mouth that the tickling in her throat was incessant. Ashley gripped her fingers around her thumbs and squeezed as hard as she could to suppress her urge to pull away, preferring the idea that she might break them both in half over gagging on his extraordinary cock. It was about then that she realized she couldn’t breathe, or if she could, she was holding her breath… Whatever it was, her silent choking was rewarded a moment later by the sound of Ollie sighing and the feeling of him tightening his hold on the back of her head. The sweet, salty taste of cum suddenly flooded her mouth as she felt his powerful hips buckle. Her hair soon became a tangled mess as he grappled her head with both arms and held her close as he unloaded bursts of hot cum down her throat.
That was how it went…Her fantasy, that is. She was always getting lost in it. Sometimes she’d change the details a little here and there, like him pushing her up against the door instead of spinning her or her never getting her clothes off. It always ended the same, though…With her struggling to imagine the taste of his cum.
Unfortunately, the fantasy seemed destined to remain just that. In the ten months of slogging it at the gym with Ollie, he’d never once suggested they do anything other than go to the gym together. Yeah, they texted back and forth constantly, but it was only to coordinate gym time or share links to things they’d talked about between sets. It was a disappointment for her, but she was old enough that she knew how to be mature about it. “Keep your eye on the prize,” she’d tell herself, reminding herself that she had the makings of a rocking body thanks to Ollie, and if she stuck it out with him she’d eventually be able to fuck guys just as good as him, if not better. It just wasn’t worth throwing away what they had for a hookup.
Then one day something happened that changed everything.
“Hey, what are you doing after this?”
So… That happened. I didn’t intend for it to happen, but it just kept going. Sometimes an image just inspires you, and in this case, Erah3D came at me like a heavenly muse. Based on other works, I think “Ollie” should actually be some sort of villain. But even villains can have soft spots for girls from high school and a disciplined gym routine. Well, thanks Erah, I’ll be in my bunk.