New Year's Resolution

New Year’s Resolution

Note: the following story is base on real life events, but the following chapters may not be so real. I’m not really sure where it’s going but I plan on writing more.

The last thing I expected when I joined the local gym was to find love. I was there to loose a few pounds, reduce the stress of high school life, and maybe even attract the attention of the boy of my dreams. Within a couple weeks I had gotten into the routine of going to the gym early in the morning before school. Along with being more attentive with some fresh energy, I had a fresh smell, using the perfume I had gotten for Christmas a few weeks earlier.

But the consistency of my visits was interrupted the day I met Emily. I had been working on my homework all Sunday morning when I suddenly looked up at the clock to see that it was a quarter to two.

“Shit!” I said throwing my book down and beginning to search frantically for my keys.

“What’s wrong?” my sister asked looking up from her video game.

“I’m late!” I said recklessly running about grabbing my gym bag and shoes.

“Late for what?” she asked uninterestedly.

“I have an appointment at one thirty! I’ve got to go. I’ll be back later!” With that I rushed out the door and into the car.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I pulled up into the gym parking lot. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been late to anything, except to the occasional appointment my mom forgot to tell me about.

I had signed up for the fitness assessment only a few days ago, but for some reason I signed up for Sunday. ‘Why the hell did I say okay for Sunday?!’ I thought to myself as I entered the building nearly jogging. I was always busy on Sundays.

I thought perhaps they’d just be pissed off. Maybe they’d even understand. The last thing I expected was for them to have already finished their shift, I was only half an hour late, the appointment was for an hour at least.

I sat in a chair against the wall, breathing heavily with frustration. The lady at the desk said that they would have one of the other fitness instructors help me out. For a moment I was glad that I had been so late, because I found out that my fitness instructor would have been a guy. I didn’t feel comfortable enough with myself to be accessed by a guy.
“Marie?” I heard a gentle voice say. I looked up. There was a tall, slim woman of about twenty. She had a beautiful face with smooth and slightly tanned skin which was framed by silky shoulder length light brown hair.

“Yes?” I said standing up suddenly.

“If you’d like I could do your fitness assessment today, or you could reschedule with Steve.” She said smiling as she talked; she had such a gorgeous smile.

“Well when would I meet with him if I rescheduled?” I said as if I was considering it.

“Well he wouldn’t be able to fit you in until the middle of February…” she said looking at me as if she already knew what I’d say.

“Well…” I said looking at her anxiously. “I’d rather not wait that long…if you don’t mind?”

“Sure.” she said with an honest smile.

Later that day I thought that it had been surprisingly easy to talk to her. I didn’t normally do well with strangers. But Emily was different, she was funny and attractive.

I was actually disappointed when we finished. To my great satisfaction a follow-up appointment was required to create an exercise program. Emily had said that I could schedule it with someone else at for anytime, or that I could schedule it as early as her next day at work.

I surprised myself at my own eagerness. I wanted to get on the right track to achieve this year’s goals, but I also wouldn’t mind seeing her again. “See you on Wednesday!” I said as I left. “And I won’t be late this time!”

And I wasn’t late. In fact, I was over an hour early because I got the appointment time wrong in my head. I took advantage of the spare time by stretching and warming up.

I could feel the butterflies swirling around in my stomach as well as the worry dripping down my face. What if I couldn’t recognize her? What if she didn’t show up? The ‘what ifs’ kept jumping around in my brain making me dizzy with anticipation.

I expectantly watched the help desk, where I was to meet her. She arrived their a couple minutes late but did not look around. I found it hard to stand up, was it really her. Why did she have to go and change her hair color?

I observed her anxiously as I approached. She had colored her hair dark brown with blond highlights. The colors brought out the shimmer in her beautiful eyes and complemented the smooth skin of her face. As I reached the desk she looked up with a smile. It was most definitely her; no one could forget that stunning face.

“Hello.” She said walking around the desk. She was obviously ready to get started.

“Hi…Well I was early this time…” I said with a laugh. I felt so stupid; why had I said that?

“Yeah well I was upstairs on time.” she said referring to the gym entrance. “Well I’ll just grab your papers and we’ll get started.”

“Okay…” I said nervously. After she grabbed the papers in the office she led me to the corner of a room where a small table was partially hidden by a divider. “…secluded…” I said absentmindedly.

“Yeah, sort of.” she laughed, looking at the people stretching throughout the rest of the small room.

The rest of time was no less nerve racking. After I answered a few of her questions about my knowledge of the machinery she led me out onto the ‘floor’ where we put my muscles to the test.

“Today we’re basically just seeing where to start…” she said as I sat down at the first machine.

“Hi, Emily!” said a guy as he walked by.

“Hi, John. How’s it going?” she said smiling with both her mouth and her eyes.

“Good, and you?” the muscular man said.

“Great.”

The rest of the next hour or so was the same. Emily seemed to know everyone there, and not just the guys. She seemed to be popular with all the regulars. I’m not surprised, having got to know her easy-going and happy attitude after that day.

* * * * *

I didn’t go to the gym for nearly a week after that. During the rest of that week I had to take my sister in early to school and was loaded with homework every night. I’m sure I could have fit in the time somehow, but for some reason I was avoiding it.

I had planned to start going to the gym in the afternoon. This was partially because it was too much of a hassle in the morning, but mostly this was because I was sure Emily normally worked in the afternoon. I suppose I was scared of my feelings, I didn’t want to fall for a girl, or rather a woman.

That next Monday I was bound and determined to go the gym. I actually took a bath before going, rather than just taking a shower after my workout. I wanted to look and smell nice, just in case.

“Feel better?” my mom asked when I finally came out of the bathroom. Her question was innocent, but I stopped dead in my tracks.

I felt sick and I wanted to cry for what I had done to myself. I had never before done it and had promised myself I wouldn’t ever do it, but there was no going back now. I tried to sake the thoughts from my head, and desperately tried to push away the unfulfilled aching in my crotch.

“…Y—yeah…” I lied, turning and walking away from her. I sat on the couch, the sounds of the television fading into the back of my mind. All I could feel was the aching desire, all I hear was the music playing in my head, the music I had on in the bathroom as I had defiled myself.

I had had the chance to stop myself but I hadn’t, not before I was aching for it. By the time I did stop I left myself frustrated. It took hours for it to go away. It seemed like forever before I could concentrate on anything.

Finally I decided to go to the gym and work off the feeling. I could not have done anything worse. As I walked into the building I suddenly remembered Emily. I hoped beyond hope that she wouldn’t be here today.

“Hello!” I heard her say as I got to the bottom of the stairs. “I’m just leaving…”

She had to be the first person I saw, she just had to be! My heart leapt with excitement but I merely smiled. I rushed into the locker room and busied myself in the other corner, desperately trying not to think about her.

I could barely breathe; she was so god damn hott! I could tell she was off shift because instead of the usual plain shirt that was the gym’s uniform, she was wearing skin tight work out clothes. I had barely looked at her but the image burned in my mind.

The light blue and dark blue fabric wrapped around her every luscious curve. It made her look even taller and slimmer and again brought out her eyes. I shook my head vigorously and tried to push away the dirty thoughts that began to fill my mind.

I wanted so bad to stay. I knew she was going to take a shower, and change. I just wanted to see more of her addictive body, to catch a glimpse at those round, firm breasts. I quickly got dressed and left the locker room at lightening speed. I couldn’t bear to have her catch me looking at her.

I found myself watching the floor entrance, hoping to see her as she went up the stairs. Every few minutes a new image would flash across my mind. An image of me touching her bare chest, an image of her kissing me, an image of my mouth on her pussy, an image of her hand reaching down between my thighs.

I ran faster, determined to toss the images from my brain. What had happened to me? Just a few months ago I didn’t even know about any of this. A few months ago I was still an innocent high school girl who was hoping to get my first kiss with the guy of my dreams. Just a couple months ago my feelings for girls could be passed off as jealousy or guiltless adoration.

Now I was thinking about my fitness instructor in ways I never had felt about a guy. The concept of sex had never appealed to me before. I had figured it would when I was ready. But now I was falling for my best friend, I was attracted to my other girlfriend, and I was thinking about fucking my fitness instructor, who I barely even knew.

TO BE CONTINUED