Training pt 1

Jenna stared at the door, taking a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes, back up a step, leaning against her car.

"Hey," a deep voice make her quickly open her eyes. "You going in?" Jenna took a look at the man in front of her. His tan face had a questioning, but soft look aimed at her.

"I, uh," Jenna stuttered, pushing her long blonde hair behind her ears.

"The gym closed a few minutes ago," the man continued.

"I know," Jenna managed to utter finally. "Scott is an old friend of mine." She took another slow breath.

"In that case, he's in the office." The man held the door open for her, pointing in the direction of the main office, a friendly smile looking down at her petite five foot one frame.

Jenna hesitated for a brief moment, then flashed him a nervous smile and walked through the open door. "Thanks," she uttered as he let the door close behind him.

She took a look around the gym. It was a very impressive place - all new and updated treadmills and weight benches and other equipment equally placed around the building. Nervousness kept her from the office. Instead, she stood admiring the size of the place.

"May I help..." a voice started behind her. As she spun around, he stopped speaking for a brief moment, his eyes roaming up and down her small frame. "Jenna?" He asked incredulously.

"Hey Scotty," she said quietly, her lips turning into a small smile.

They both stood alternately looking from each other to the floor, to the clock, to anything they could find. Jenna finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you at work. I can leave..."

"No! I mean," Scott took a deep breath, "You're not interrupting." She smiled at him a little.

"Good," she replied. "I was hoping for a little personal training," she laughed a little. Her mind went back to a time when they were much younger. At that time, she was looking for self-defense classes, and stumbled upon a gym in which he was a trainer. He had only been working there for a few months, only a few years older than her, and ended up teaching her quite a bit more than self-defense. He had, in fact, been her first.

"What kind of personal training are you looking for?" he asked with a smile that lit up his eyes. The smile made her wonder if he'd forgotten all they'd meant to each other. Or if they'd meant anything.

"Maybe a little self-defense training?" she prodded. For a split second she could have sworn a ghost of a memory crossed his eyes, but he replied with a simple, "Sure" and motioned the way to the training room.

"You want to change first?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Um, no, I..." Jenna's lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, taking a small step closer to him.

Scott put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her progress. She glanced up quickly into his eyes. The moment her eyes met his hungry gaze he pulled her tight against him, kissing her roughly. She struggled for a moment, startled by his sudden reaction, but quickly melted into his kiss.

Her hands slid under his t-shirt as he slipped his tongue between her lips. She knew she was trembling - knew he could feel her shaking beneath his touch. She danced her tongue against his as her fingers scratched down his back. Hearing his intake of breath gave her courage and she found herself maneuvering her fingers just under the waistband of his sweatpants.

Then, just as quickly as it had all stared, he pushed her away from him, his breathing deep and uneven. "I think you're supposed to be trying to fend me off," he stated with a nervous chuckle.

"I wish I could," Jenna laughed, combing her shaking fingers through her hair.

"What if I did..." he paused, then whispered "this" at the same time he made a quick movement that brought her onto her back on the mat. He was straddling her, holding her down, watching the startled look in her eyes.

That shock was quickly replaced with renewed desire. She brought her hips up hard against him. "I guess I'd have to do..." she mimicked his pause as she quickly pushed her hand into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "This" she whispered, finishing her sentence, smiling at the shocked look that crossed over his face.

(due to a low battery...this story will be continued at a later time...)