Take it Easy - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter One

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am writing the first chapter of this story on sexstories.com because this website is my favorite of all the online erotica sites I have encountered. Unfortunately, I will have to move the story to another site eventually. I would like to thank Jashley13 and BashfulScribe for providing me with the inspiration to write my own story, especially BashfulScribe, who gave me advice and encouragement while I was writing this. I know it's not perfect; this is just a rough draft of the first chapter or so. Please tell me what you think of the story in comments and in ratings. Thanks, Ishmael P.S. I know some of the relationships are a little confusing. I plan to straighten that out in a sort of prologue. Just know that Ashton is more of a fuck-buddy than a girlfriend. As I pulled into the gym parking lot blasting AC/DC, I spotted a woman attempting to enter the same parking spot as me. Because I wasn't in a hurry, I gave her a smile, a wave, and the parking spot. I pulled into another and got out of my car. I strolled in through the main entrance, flashed the front desk clerk my membership card, and grabbed a basketball. When I'm at the gym, I usually like to warm up with basketball: it's less boring than running and I get to watch the women in the aerobics classes that are held on other side of the gym (I know I'm creepy, get used to it.) Almost as soon as I took my first shot, the girl I gave the parking spot to walked in. The ball hit the rim and the bounced away, ...

... toward her. She caught it and looked up to see where it came from. Her attire consisted of a pink sports bra and tight black shorts, which made it easy to see that she was in great shape. She also had a pretty face and long, curly blonde hair, but I could tell she was a few years older than me. As she threw me the ball, she smiled and said, "You're the gentleman who let me in." "That's me!" I replied, winking, "And you can thank me by playing me in a game of b-ball" "That's quite presumptuous of you", she laughed "C'mon, show me what you've got!", I challenged After she scored 7 unanswered baskets in a row and blocked one of my shots, I gave up, signaling my surrender by pretending to wave a white flag in her direction. We walked over to the cubbies near the locker rooms where we left our water bottles. "Damn, you're good", I said, laughing, "I don't think a girl's ever beaten me at basketball before. It's kinda sexy." She laughed and revealed how she beat me so badly, "I play basketball for the U. ("The U" is what everyone calls our local university) And you better watch how you talk, mister. I'm far too old for you." "Despite playing college basketball, not a lesbian! Interesting." I replied, "Also, there's no way you're too old for me. What are you, 19?" "Still far too old for you to get anywhere with me, young man. And how do you know I'm not a lesbian?!" "Whoa! Who says I'm trying to get 'somewhere'?!" I held up my hands in mock defensiveness, "And I know you're not a ...