Faking it with the Football Star: Maine Megalodons by Zoe Beth Geller

Author:Zoe Beth Geller [Geller, Zoe Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kinky Ink Publishing, LLC
Published: 2023-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

I wake and throw on the new Lycra pants and a shirt over my worn bra. I don’t think I’m following Travis to the game because I decide to use my time before the game to go shopping.

I check my phone and it’s Mom. Wondering what’s up and how I’m doing.

I text her I’m fine, but busy and I’ll call her later.

She replies, telling me how lonely it is in Vegas without me living there. She has no clue when she’ll have money to visit.

And the guilt trip and soft pressure for money starts.

Travis observes me as I bounce down the steps.

“Everything okay?”

“I’m warning you my mom will want money. Don’t give it to her, she’ll spend it on things she shouldn’t.”

“Okay, we’ll discuss it later.” His matter-of-fact demeanor surprises me. “This way.” He waves me to follow him to the basement and when we walk down the wood steps. In the basement is a state-of-the-art gym with treadmills, yoga balls, and weights. It’s as big as a commercial gym.

“We’ll do some easy stuff today, just leg presses, but we’ll stretch first, there are some mats on the wall.”

“Wow.” I’m floored. I grab a mat and drag it to where he has set up an area with rubber exercise bands and arm weights.

“Shoes off for this,” he instructs. We kick off our sneakers and we begin the session with yoga stretches. I watch him and mimic his every move. He tells me when to breathe in and out. Then we begin swooping motions from the sky to the earth. He moves behind me and helps me to get into warrior position.

“Why is it called warrior? I feel like I’m about to make a Bruce Lee move, this looks like I’m ready to stab someone.”

He chuckles. Ah, ha. He does have a sense of humor. His presence can’t be missed. He must use the soap the guys all rave about, it’s all natural, and some have funny names, like pine tar for exfoliating. It’s a natural and clean fragrance giving me soothing vibes.

“Here, I’ll help you get into position,” he volunteers. “I’m going to put you in the correct stance. Okay?”

“Sure.” The man is so damn hot, his close proximity makes my panties wet. Actually, I’ve done this before, warming up for dance classes, but if he wants to give me private instructions, I’ll let him.

Once his hands are on my hips; I realize I’m in over my head. And faking it might not be the best move as he leans over to put my foot in place. He holds my arm and helps me to extend it, causing our bodies to align. Whoa, I’m not prepared for the knockout round of Travis. My body is limp and pliable, but it’s him, not the yoga. We haven’t accomplished anything on the mat. It has to be HIM.

My body betrays me. I let him help me, now I’m left with this throbbing in my triangle down there. I blame it on his soap.

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