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Beep beep beep.
Oh god, is it really 5:30 again? I’m not going today, I’m just going to get up, pee and then crawl back into bed. I slowly make my way to the bathroom in the dark. As I drain my bladder with my panties around my ankles I keep my eyes closed. As the stream fizzles I reach for the roll.
‘Shit, no toilet paper.’
I stand up and scuttle over to turn on the light so I can see, then scuttle back and finish up. As I stand up, my eyes are still fighting the light but I catch a glimpse of something in the mirror. It’s my reflection, standing there in the boyshort panties and tank top that I threw on last night, staring back at me. That does it for me, I won’t be going back to sleep.
For the last six months I’ve been diligently going to the gym every morning, hating every minute of it, but one look at my body is all the motivation I need. It’s not that I was ever fat or anything, I just got fed up with looking at the stick thin girls on TV, in movies and magazines. Six months ago I decided that I needed to lose some of my womanly figure and decided that I would start working out. Over that time I have been able to trim quite a bit of my ‘fluff’ off, but every time I go to the gym I loathingly stare at the little girls, in their tight shorts showing off their perfect little asses and sports bras holding their perky little tits. They just make me so sick, but provide me with continual motivation.
The thing that pisses me off the most is that all the jock guys at the gym go ga-ga over them. In the meantime I’m just trying to find a guy who is like me. I hate going out with a guy and realizing that he probably wears a slimmer sized jeans than I do. That’s something that all the little bitches at the gym don’t have to worry about.
All of those thoughts rush through my head as I put on one of my sports bras, throw the same tank top I slept in over it and pull on a pair of sweats over my panties. I drag my feet down to my old Corolla, turn the key a couple of times to get the old piece of shit to start and drive in the dark to the gym. As I arrive I’m greeted with the sight I hate the most. All the usuals are here. The thing about working out early in the morning is that it truly is the die hards that are here. None of those people, who go once or twice a week just to say they go, are here at 6:00 AM.
Every girl in the gym this morning fits my description. They are all slim and sexy and hot. Besides having and maintaining their tight little bodies they all wake up early enough to do their hair and even put on makeup. It makes me sick to my stomach, and I walk in and take my usual place on the corner stair stepper, staying out of the way of everyone. As I force myself to lift my leg with every step I watch the hot guys with their hard bodies flirt with the sexy girls. I find myself fantasizing that one of them will come over my way, but soon enough snap out of it and take a look down at the baggy tank top and sweats and realize that I’m dreaming. Maybe in another six months I’ll be comfortable enough to shed some of my outfit and see what happens.
After the long hour I’m covered in sweat and feel disgusting. I just want to get home and take a nice long shower. Most of the people have cleared out by now as work time is quickly approaching. I head out to the parking lot and get into my car again. I go through the usual exercise of having to crank my key over and over to get the piece of shit to start.
‘Fuck me,’ I say to myself, ‘it won’t start.’
I get out of the car, slamming the door behind me. Hopefully I can find someone willing to give me a jump. Luckily I’m used to it and can have it done in about thirty seconds. I start to walk back into the gym and find someone. As I approach the door one of the guys who I had been watching walks out.
He looks at me as I walk past, not saying a word.
‘Um, excuse me,’ I say tentatively.
He stops and doesn’t even turn around. ‘What?’
‘Um, well, my car isn’t working, do you think you could maybe give me a jump?’
‘Do you have cables?’ he asks, still not turning around.
‘Yeah, yeah I do, and I can get it done real fast, thank you so much.’
‘Where are you parked?’
‘I’m over there, the red Corolla.’
Without turning around he walks over to his big truck and climbs in. I have no idea if he is going to help me or not, but it looks like he is turning towards where I’m parked. I head over to my car and pull the cables out of the trunk as he pulls his truck in front of me. He pops his hood, but isn’t getting out to help.
‘What a gentleman,’ I think to myself as I hook up the cables. ‘I can’t believe this asshole isn’t even going to get out and help.’
I have everything hooked up and get back into my car. I figure this will work as it has dozens of times before and turn the key. Nothing. I can’t believe this. I turn it again and again but nothing is happening. I get out of my car and fidget with the cables a little then try again. Still nothing. I can feel myself ready to lose it.
I get out of my car, slam the door and pull off the cables slamming the hood. I disconnect them from his car and shut the hood. He sticks his head out the window.
‘What’s the deal?’
At this point I just completely lose it.
‘No, it’s not, my fucking car won’t start and I can’t get home. I don’t even have my phone, I don’t know what I’m going to do,’ I yell, with tears starting to pour down my cheeks.
‘Well, where do you need to go,’ he says hesitantly.
‘Hmm, maybe he’s not such a jerk,’ I think to myself. I tell him where I live, thinking maybe he’ll give me a ride.
‘Well, I’m about half way there. I can take you to my house and you can use my phone,’ he says.
Right, he is a jerk. Another five minutes and he can just take me to my house, but I’m pretty well stuck. There’s nobody else in the parking lot and I don’t want to have to ask anyone else.
‘That would be great,’ I say as I climb into his truck, ‘I’m Amber.’
‘Sam,’ he mumbles.
As we drive to his place I try to make small talk with him, but he’s not giving me anything besides one word answers. I finally give up and we’re just sitting there in an awkward silence as I just stare out the window. While looking around I glance at him. He may be a dick, but he’s pretty damn hot. I’ve noticed him in the gym before, but never so much as made eye contact with him. He has big muscular arms that are bulging out of tight t-shirt that shows off his sculpted chest and stomach. He’s probably 6′-1′ and besides having a big hard body is a very good looking guy. Long curly hair, steel blue eyes and a dimple on his left cheek. I can’t help myself but start to fantasize about him.
After a couple of minutes I’m snapped out of it with a ‘we’re here.’
He lives in a nice condo complex and I get out of the car, following him inside. As soon as we walk in he pulls off his tight t-shirt. ‘My god, his body is hot,’ I think to myself, not able to take my eyes off him.
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