Ann Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Ann Ch. 06

... breasts were big and looked almost fake, as her body was slim. Her eyes were bright blue and when she hugged me, I could smell her cherry bubble gum. Her gym clothes were in very bright neon colors - both yellow and pink.

"So, you are a friend of Jenny and Rosie?" she asked. "Where do you live?"

I explained that I lived two buildings behind them.

"Oh, isn't that near the church with the tall tower?" Her voice matched her appearance. I could understand why they called her Bimbo - she was a bimbo. But apparently, she liked the name.

"Why is the tower so high? Are the bells very long?" she asked. I was shocked when Bitch just said:

"Shut up, Bimbo!" and hit her in the back of the head with a flat hand. It must have hurt her at least a little bit. She looked hurt and sad and looked down at the floor for a few seconds before she looked up again, glad as before.

I did not know how to react - this was too gross. Rosie pulled my arm, I turned towards her. She hugged me and whispered:

"Never mind, it is ok. They have a weird thing there, but you will love them".

We began the training. I could use the bicycle, but everything else I needed instructions for. Bitch was very kind to show me, giving me good advice and correcting me. She let me have a short time on each station so I didn't overdo anything, being my first time. Though I was used to working on my dad's farm, I could feel that it was some months ago I was home. Bitch herself trained with some huge ...

... weights in between her instructions to me but put them down frequently to show me new things. I felt like I had a personal trainer. The only station I spent a long time on as the bike was the treadmill. Jenny had told me that they usually spent two times a week here and one or two times a week they were jogging a few miles. I wanted to be able to follow them without coughing my lungs out, so it was necessary to get in shape.

Bimbo was still talking. She discovered that we had the same shoe brand and talked about that until she got a punch on the shoulder from Bitch. And then the same reaction as before. Sad, hurt, the reboot, and happy again, chewing her bubble gum. I couldn't decide whether I should love her or hate her.

I ended up on a bike, building up a pretty good sweat. Rosie had the other bike and we kept challenging each other till I gave up. Though I rode my bicycle every day to and from work, I wasn't in shape, and the other stations had taken their toll. In front of the bikes were some weight-lifting benches and a big mirror on the wall. I saw myself and stopped biking. When I looked down on my T-shirt it was black, but seen directly from the front, it was more translucent the more it was stretched. I looked like a black woman with pink boobs.

"Hmmm. A black top to hide the pink bra? My ass it does!" Rosie laughed and sent me a kiss.

"We've all enjoyed it. Do the same! Done is done!"

I sighed. It was not that bad - I was with friends. I grinned back:

"I ...