Work Study (Closed)

Sometimes, there’s nothing that beats putting a few miles under your feet with nothing but the road ahead of you and your troubles behind. The slow pounding of his feet in a steady jogging rhythm against the heavy mist of the early autumn morning does just as much to clear your head as any drug or drink could even attempt to do. That’s why Holden does it, why he runs when he doesn’t have to. He may use the excuse of getting in shape for the upcoming season to get up this early every day, but it is so much easier facing the day after a long run as anything else. These days, the run is about the only thing helping him to hold it all together.

Holden knew things were going to be tough now that he was in college, but the tough times seemed to challenge the general optimism he held naturally. Taking a couple years off after high school made him slightly older than most of the other students, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart, in fact quite the opposite. He spent those years skating in the junior hockey leagues, trying to follow his true passion in hopes of playing professionally. He still has a chance, but it became pretty clear that the better route was to guarantee a scholarship, get a good degree, and set-up his life for when hockey was no longer a viable career move. He was quick, good with the puck, and had an intelligence hard to beat on the ice; but at 5’ 9” would get eaten up by the bigger, stronger defenders in the pros. The world would likely never know the NHL’er Holden Riggs, so it was back to school.

Thing is, most of the other students didn’t take time off, so they walked into this place as if they hadn’t missed a step. All their laptops a blazing with quick notes, all their study groups, all their focused homework. Then, his coach was still on every member of the team to be training as if the season was in full swing, including near daily meetings and progress reports. Holden felt three steps behind everyone, everywhere.

Of course, being at a new school in a new town meant he knew no one either. He played juniors just up the road from where he grew up; and this school is in a completely different part of the country. At least when he started juniors he had his high school girlfriend to call home to, but that’s long since over - the cheating bitch. It’s not like the dark haired, brown eyed athlete had really big problems picking up girls when he had confidence to, it’s just he hadn’t had the time. Two weeks into this school year, and Holden feels like he hadn’t even had a chance to breathe long enough to say hello to anyone, let alone make any friends, let alone meet any girls.

For some reason, this morning, that is what laid heavy on his mind. That in a campus full of people his own age, half of them girls, he feels as lonely as he ever has.

Holden turned the corner to head along the front of his dorm. His legs starting to burn, his breath hot from the run. As he did, he noticed a couple chatting on the steps going up to the front door. Talking as if they are longtime friends. He says something. She laughs. He takes her hand. She gives him a quick kiss on the lips.

Holden looks away.

One more lap around campus, he decides. He decides, there’s nothing that beats putting a few miles under your feet with nothing but the road ahead of you …

... and your troubles behind.

On this early autumn morning Holden wasn’t the only one trying to clear his head by a run around campus. When he was passing Jackson Hall, one of the larger buildings containing several classrooms and some smaller departments, a blond girl was crossing his path. What stood out from her was the long blond hair, which was tied together in a swinging ponytail that reached past her shoulder blades, and her sky blue eye. Of cause her tight fitting running, black pants and the grey sports top were helping her appearance as well, especially since her bare midriff gave a clear view on her lightly tanned sweat covered skin, which was stretched over her impressive abs.

Kimberly Josh did notice the young man running and thought that she recognized him. She wasn’t totally sure, but he looked somewhat familiar, so she flashed him a quick smile, showing her white teeth. She thought that he might have been in one of her classes, but since the School of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences covered a broad range of subjects and even offered classes for the medical and nursing school students, there was no way to be really sure.

There was also another possibility…! When Kim suddenly realized she might have met that the guy at work, she deeply hoped that it wasn’t true. Because in that case her innocent, but friendly, smile might have been a serious mistake. There was a dark side to the 20-year-old student, one that she tried to keep as far away from her day time persona. At day, the sweet blond was a decent student, who had earned her way into the school by her track and field scholarship.

Coming from a poor family, with her mom gone, and two younger siblings at home, that scholarship wasn’t enough to keep her and her family finances in balance. So Kimberly had been working hard since being a kid, it had stared with babysitting, then she had added flipping burgers at the local fast food store and packing and stacking at a grocery store to her portfolio. Naturally, this had happened additionally to trying to keep her GPA up and keep the household in shape. Once she had graduated from high school and started at the SHRS, all those jobs were too much to handle. So, Kimberly Josh had finally given in to an offer she had gotten some time ago…

The Palace was one of the small strip clubs on the southern border of the city. Kim had known the manager of that establishment from her neighborhood, not that she was usually hanging out with guys like that. But people with a job and cash just stood out in the hood. So when the small, blond Kimmy had turned 18 two years ago, the offer to dance at The Palace had been given to her without any hesitation. Of cause, Kimberly had turned it down and felt disgusted, but her situation had been harder and harder to manage, so in the end, she had given in to Dave’s proposal and started dancing on the pole three nights a week.

However, soon after starting her new job, Kimberly had realized that the true money wasn’t earned by dancing at The Palace. The girls made far more by taking selected customers into the private back and offering far more than just visual entertainment. After resisting for roughly half a year, Kimberly had given in and started to become a working girl. Naturally, she did everything to cover her true personality, but there was a constant fear that she might get recognized and her dark secret might get revealed.

It wasn’t just the public shame that she feared, but there were also the possible criminal charges that might come along with the prostitution. And those would mean the end of her studies and the destruction of her dreams… her way out to a new and better future. A future that was brighter and better than the dark past… a past that Kim was trying running from… but no matter how fast she was running, it always seemed to catch up with her.

Of course he saw the girl out running this morning. How could he have not. No man could fail to miss such a beauty looking how she did that morning. From the long blonde hair, to the tight running pants. From the toned abs, to the sports top. From the effortless movement of her muscles as she ran, to those incredible blue eyes. Add the smile she graciously gave him, and his thoughts were locked away from anything else but her. In such a situation, all a guy can really do is smile back, but that doesn’t mean she is any less forgotten.

In fact, Holden was sure she was in some of his classes. The hockey scholarship at Eastern meant he could go to SHRS, a starting point to a potential career in sports sciences. Right now it was the general courses that tended to be pretty big where anyone can really get lost in those masses. So she could have been anyone of a dozen blonde haired blue eyed girls who have other things to do.

Yet by the end of this lap around campus, his mind was clear enough that he could get on with his day. A good shower, a crappy breakfast, and he was on his way to Anatomy. The class was supposed to be for all the first years, so they lectured in a hall that seemed intended for three times the number of people who actually showed up. So it was simple for him to settle into a seat in the middle and lean back with his pencil to scribble his notes while the rest of the students batted away on their laptops. He fought to stay awake during the long drawn-out drone of the instructor. Tried to ignore the way his muscles seemed to start to tense up after the morning run. Yawned away the boredom of the class the best he could.

As the hour dragged on, his eyes wandered off his old-school notepad and it fell onto the girl. The runner girl. The same girl that he saw that morning. She was cleaned-up of course, but he was sure it was her. Out on campus in that outfit she was hot, but here in more normal clothes she was cute.

She also didn’t seem to be with anyone. With that much room around the lecture hall, most of the little cliches and groupings seemed to pod together in case they wanted to chat or distract each other. She didn’t. Like Holden, she sat by herself, and seemed more studious as any in the room.

As he watched her, she looked up at him directly. Holden had been staring. Must have been staring. For a long time too. So when she spied him, he had to fight the urge to look away shamefully.

Instead she smiled again, that smile she gave him that morning.

All he could do was smile back, then turned away like he intended to do that smile still strong on his face.

The class started wrapping up.

Sure he had the whole term possibly, but he was embolden. Maybe it was that smile, maybe it was the way they seemed to be paired by their own solitude during class or maybe it was that they shared running in the morning; but at the end of the day - he needed to take a chance, any chance, and see if something can happen.

Holden grabbed his things, got up quickly as the class was dismissed, and moved right over to where she was. Like the most bashful of kids at their first school dance, he got over to her gave a dumb little wave and just said, “Hi.”

When the class was dismissed, Kimberly started to gather her stuff. She had been sitting on her own, since she usually needed two spots for all her belonging. Furthermore, the young student was very serious about her studies and didn’t like any distractions when in class, hence she didn’t mind sitting alone. Kim valued her chance to get a real education - especially in regard to her personal background - too high to allow herself to get distracted for some short term fun. Additionally, she endured too much every night she was working in her secret job. She didn’t want to let that all happen in vain, although, she had to admit to herself, that not all the experiences with her clients were bad, actually some guys were surprisingly good in bed.

Kim closed her 900 pages pre-owned anatomy textbook and pushed it together with her neatly written notes into her backpack, when Holden approached her. When she stood up to look at Holden, he noticed that the blond was rather small and measured only 5’2’’, but with her toned body, her b-cup breasts, and the firm butt it all came together to a decent package. She was now dressed in a white lace top with short sleeves and a round, loose neckline, blue jeans in a capri pants style, and white sneakers. Overall it gave her a clean and sporty look.

A smile formed on Kimberly’s lips when she saw Holden approaching her. She had felt great relieve when she had spotted him earlier in class, confirming her hopes that she had met him in class and not as a client. “Oh, hi. Are you here as well to find out all the fancy Latin names for all those muscles that hurt in your body after a good morning run?”

When Holden looked a bit lost, Kim continued to talk. “Oh, by the way, I am Kimberly, … Kimberly Josh.” In the meantime, her blue eyes gave Holden the once over. He was really good looking in Kim’s eyes and obviously enjoyed more sports than just a good morning run. She assumed that Holden had to hit the gym quite regularly or he was maybe even on a sports scholarship like herself, which wasn’t very uncommon in their field of study.

As awkward as he felt when he first said hi to the woman, it was almost a complete relief when she took it upon herself to further the conversation; seemingly way more comfortable meeting strangers than him. In return, it only bolstered his own confidence and he quickly came back with something better.

“Oh no, all those latin words I knew already,” he smiled. “I grew up a poor boy in the slums of Ancient Rome … my dad was a gladiator and all. It was a little rough with all that talk of Christianity and stuff, but at least I can get by with a C+ in anatomy.”

He tilted his head slightly as he watched her collect her things. “And I’m Holden Riggs … Or just Holden, or … I mean, it’s nice to meet you Kimberly. I thought since we almost ran together this morning, I should come over to introduce myself so you wouldn’t think I am some creep or something.”

He pulled the hem of his cotton t-shirt down to keep it riding up from the backpack slung over his shoulders. It was about the only shirt he owned that didn’t have a team or school logo on it, but it was a long time favorite for the faded maroon color. This one ran a little tight when he was readying for hockey season and his shoulders & chest bulked up; but there are worse things to slip out than his hockey abs over his blue jeans.

“Do you run every day? I’m still trying to get a running routine, and went a few more laps than normal today … and I am sure I would have remembered seeing you run before.”

The fit, small girl smiled at Holden and pushed a streak of her blonde hair behind her right ear. “Mmh, if you are really from the slums of ancient Rome, you must tell me about the anti-aging lotion that you use, unless you are just try to make coming from Rome, Pennsylvania or Michigan sound special.” Kimberly laughed and zipped up her back pack, before she continued to talk with her fellow student. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Holden.”

Her eyes travelled once again over Holden’s body. His broad shoulders and chest were clearly showing in the slightly too small shirt. He was an attractive, fit guy, who was obviously spending quite some time in the gym working out. Kimberly had a sweat spot for taller, muscular guys, who could easily lift her up without any effort – and Holden totally seemed to fit that profile. But her current situation didn’t leave her any time for boys, beside the guys she was seeing through her job.

Nevertheless, Kim was an open and friendly person, so she was excited to get to know Holden a bit more. “Oh, there isn’t anything creepy about you, as far as I can tell so far. And I guess you don’t meet the dangerous guys in the lecture hall, they are usually to find at frat houses and the bars around campus.” She smiled jokingly at Holden and picked up her bag and walked with Holden from the room.

“I usually run every day at least a few miles. I am in the track and field team and try to keep in training along with my other workout that I try to squeeze in with my studies. I usually try to run quite early, when it’s not too crowded around campus.” Actually, this morning Kimberly had been a bit late, since she had been working late the previous night. “So, what other sports do you do? You look like you are used to more than just a running routine.” She smiled at Holden and looked at her phone, trying to figure out when her next class was going to start.

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He couldn’t help to smile. Deep down, he felt that some college must let their athletic teams be ‘buddies’ of such. Or at least, allow them to stick together as they struggle through their academics, Deep down, just the fact they were both on a ‘team’ it was his in with her.

“Track and Field? Really? I don’t have a hope to keep up with you then,” he laughed. “At least not on pavement. Or at least dry pavement. I’m on the hockey team, that’s my sport at least. I just run to keep from looking like I am in the pee-wee league come the start of the season.”

Originally, his tactic was going to suggest that they jog together on a regular basis until maybe they started dating; but the fact that she was a true runner, his agility on his conversational skills made him change his thoughts. Now he had to try to be more direct.

“I would suggest we run together in the morning, but the last thing you need is a sloppy sweaty hockey player slow you down from getting some fast time. So, maybe something else instead. Like I could stop by your place and help you with your Latin?”

Chewing his lip a little he went for broke.

“Or hell, if you aren’t doing something, maybe take you out for a drink?”

“Oh, I am sure you wouldn’t have too many problems keeping up with me. I’m far better at short and mid-range distances, so in the long run you could probably outlast me. Especially, since you look like someone, who has quite a stamina.” Kim smiled playfully at the muscled hockey player. “So, you are a hockey player? Wow that cool, so are you good? Maybe you could show me sometime how to skate, I never got a chance to learn that.”

She studied his body a bit closer, Kimberly was sure that Holden wasn’t going to slow her down at all. “Oh, you are surely not a sloppy, sweaty hockey player. And like I said, I run to keep myself in shape and get my body some basic training, that I can’t get in the gym, or when doing yoga. So if you are really interested, it would be interesting to have a running partner from time to time.” Actually, Kim was delighted to hear that Holding might be interested in running with her, since it wasn’t too safe for a girl to run totally on her own in early dawn.

She smiled at her fellow student, but was a bit surprised when Holden suggested to meet at her place or to go out for a drink. This was a serious problem for several reasons. First of all, Kim didn’t want to invite anyone into her home since it felt too embarrassing to her. Additionally, she didn’t want anyone to take up any hints about her secret career. Secondly, she wasn’t interested in a possible relationship at the moment. Her studies were too important to her and furthermore she felt, that Holden couldn’t be really interested in dating a common whore. So, she tried to give him the hint of her disinterest without being too hard on him.

“Oh, I am sure I can handle my Latin on my own, but thanks for the offer. And the idea of a drink sounds interesting, but you would have to wait for another 8 months, until it would be legal for me to do that.” Kim smiled at him and giggled a little. However, since she didn’t want to show too much of a cold should, she tried to offer Holden her friendship. “But we could meet for a coffee or get some lunch at the cafeteria.”

“Oh, I’m not that good of a hockey player. Good enough for scholarship, but just riding that for now on. I tired the pro route, but all that did was put me behind these kids by a couple of years. Not that I am that old … I mean, I’m still a few weeks away from my own 21st birthday myself … it was just a thought.”

Besides fumbling around, this was going great. Really great. Hours after first seeing a really cute girl, not only does she seem interested in him, but they are making running, coffee, and lunch plans. Okay, maybe he might be a little douchey for suggesting go for a drink (since it really meant hanging out at some guy’s place that can buy beer for the both of them) or go practice their latin (which was way too douchey, even for him), but she rolled with it like it was nothing.

“So lunch sounds good,” he sprung back with. “I have a ten-thirty. Elective on Art History … but by the time that gets out my stomach will be trying to chew on my own rib bones. Does noon work for you? Maybe, talk about this damn homework we got?”

Kimberly checked her watch and noticed with surprise how long she had already been talking to Holden. She would have to hurry to get home, or the day would become very stressful one. The athletic blonde had to cover her homework, do her usual household chores, and prepare afterwards for tonight’s shift at the club. Nevertheless, it was fun talking with Holden, since the handsome hockey player seemed to be a nice fellow, who was interested in more than just getting between Kim’s legs for a few hours of fun. Since the blonde wasn’t used to that from many men, she felt honored.

She looked up at Holden again and smiled at him. “Sure, noon sounds good for me. But sadly I need to run now. See you tomorrow and then you can tell me more about your hockey career. Have a nice evening, bye!” She placed her hand in a friendly way on her new friend’s arm when she said her good byes and then quickly walked down the hall and out of sight.

At home Kim quickly got her work done and started to go through her usual work preparation routine. She did that to reach two goals, on the one hand she wanted to look good for her clients, so that she would raise enough attention and earn some good money with her body. On the other hand, Kimberly every time disguised herself, so that she couldn’t be recognized easily by fellow students, family friends, or anyone from her normal life that might turn up at the club.

At first she took a long shower and made sure that her body was completely free of any body hair, which might give away her real hair color. Then she dyed her hair raven-black with an easily removable color, which would cover her usual blonde perfectly. A pair of green contact lenses made her eyes look completely different and with the right make up, Kim was soon looking like she was having some Asian ancestors somewhere in her family tree. Nothing was giving away that the normally was a blue eyed blonde.

After putting a flashy belly button piercing in and removing her small nose stud, there wasn’t much left on body, which was able to give her true identity away. Kim looked at her naked self in the large bathroom mirror and was happy with her appearance. Her sexy, toned body was shining with body lotion and the only thing not disguised, where three small panther pawn print tattoos, which moved from her lower right hip to her smooth pussy mound. There were covering up a scar, which Kim had gotten ages ago as a result of an operation. Since nearly nobody knew about her having this tattoo, Kim had decided not to cover it up for her job. Additionally, all her previous attempts to do so had failed miserable.

Once done in the bathroom, Kim dressed in a very tight fitting red neck-holder dress with a deep neckline. It left her back uncovered and stopped just beyond her round, firm ass cheeks, covering just the bare minimum. Together with her long, dangling earrings and her black high heels, her look just screamed for attention and sex. With a last check in the mirror, Kim left her home, for a long, hard shift at The Palace.

Holden looked at his naked self in the large bathroom mirror and was happy with his appearance. His six pack had dropped to a four, and he still had unwanted tan lines from the summer outside; but both would diminish as hockey season started. His chest and shoulders rounded over his lean muscles. The carve of his calves walked it’s way up to his thighs. Just out of the hot shower, the warm air of the locker room let his manhood hang fearlessly and clean. An ex asked him once to shave himself down there, and he just liked the feel from that. Beside, a midwestern boy didn’t really have much of a lawn to tend.

He dragged the towel across his wet skin, down his legs stretching them in the process. He did the same, pushing his arm up in the air while running the soft towel up along his rippling rib cage up each of his sides. Across his chest, down his torso, capturing the last of the water. He wrapped the towel around his waist and returned to the lockers where some of the guys still lingered.

“You a transfer student, or something?” One of them, taller guy who played defense during the pick-up game they just finished up.

“Why,” Holden smirked, “Do I got some school’s logo tattooed somewhere I don’t see it?”

“Nah,” he replied as he was lacing up his shoes. “You just look too old to be a freshman. You redshirt or something?”

“Or something,” Holden agreed. He opened his locker and started pulling on his clothes. “I took some time off after high school to play in the juniors.”

“Oh yeah? Where at?”

“Littleton in the NEHJL.”

The guy laughed and shook his head. “You musta sucked, I never heard of them.” Trying to show it was just a joke he offered his hand. “Ricky Blackwood.”

He took it, and shook Ricky’s hand. “Holden. Holden Riggs. You on the team here?”

“Yeah, I was gonna ask you the same because you’re pretty quick -- if you can keep yourself from getting backchecked into next week.”

Holden chuckled. “Right there is why I played in a town you ain’t heard of.”

They bantered on for a while. Holden feeling a little more comfortable now that he is actually meeting teammates. They let him know that they do this pick-up game weekly, something he only heard about when he showed up at the rink to skate a little. It will give him a chance to play some before practices really start.

More to the point, it was a chance to expand his circle of friends finally.

At least beyond Kimberly.

…..

Rain was falling in the morning, not horribly downpour, but enough that it should give any weaker body the reason to stay in bed rather than run. Holden should have done just that, his body a little sore from yesterday’s run and the first real ice time since arriving on campus. But he had his shoes on, his rain coat tight, and his energy on high. He knew it would be random happenstance, he knew it would be more luck than anything - but to him, it was worth braving getting a little wet to run into Kimberly once more. They were meeting for coffee, yes, but that doesn’t stop a guy from hoping to see her again.

That morning Holden wasn’t the only one feel sore from the previous day’s events. Kimberly was awoken by her alarm and feeling her body ache in - by now - a rather familiar way, although the reason for her sore body were completely different from Holden’s. It was normal for the young blonde to feel this way after a long night at the club. With a grunt she pushed herself out of the bed and stretched her arms out wide. The soreness in her muscles wasn’t actually too bad, nothing that a nice run in the early morning hours couldn’t take care of. What was much worse was the dirty feeling that Kimberly faced every morning on the day after, although she had taken a long bath on getting home, changing herself back from the black haired and green eyed Ashley - as she called herself when dancing and working at the club - to the rather innocent looking blonde Kimberly.

But all the water and soap couldn’t wash away the memories of having had sex with four different men the previous night. They had not been really bad, actually one even had managed to get Kim off, but that didn’t stop her from feeling dirty and cheap. She looked over to her desk and noticed a small stack of notes, which reminded her, why she was putting herself through this. The hard earned money would keep her in school and and the bills paid. All of that wouldn’t never be possible on her normal job of waitressing at Hooters, which Kim kept for the good appearance and to explain her income to outsiders.

Finally, the 20 year old got up and peeled the oversized, white t-shirt, that she wore for the night, off her firm, toned body and put on some tight, grey running pants and a pink running shirt. In her eyes, there wasn’t a problem that she couldn’t get of her mind with a long, exhausting run. After tying her hear into a single braid and putting on her running shoes, Kim turned on her fitness tracker and began her usual round toward the campus and around it.

Holden turned the corner, and spotted Kim ahead. He took a quick swipe of his hand through his hair failing to remove the nappy from the mess. He kicked himself for not cleaning up, or putting on deodorant, or shaving … all those things he should have done to be more impressive; even though it was a rainy morning jog after getting out of bed.

It took some time, of course, to catch up with her. Between the aches and pains in his bones, and the natural running talent she obviously carried, there would be at least a few blocks before he was near enough to grab her attention. In a way, that was fine, because the way she ran this morning was grabbing his attention. She was unmistakably beautiful to watch run. Each step made a gentle sway to her hips, and kept her taut form sligtly twisting up her torso. That pink shirt she wore seemed to hug her body, accenting the flare of her back and the curves that moved and swayed in her run. The running pants left nothing to the imagination. As an athlete, he could appreciate every muscle in her calves, her thighs, even the strong ankle honed by running like that. Yet it was the firmness of her bottom, slipping the grey fabric right on through her thighs, made him imagine the most immoral of thoughts of what it would be like to touch there.

Luckily, her pace wasn’t up to the track runner level she must be during the season, because it only took a block or two and he was within shouting distance.

“Good Morning, sunshine,” he shouted up ahead and kept his pace going to meet her. “Nothing like a bit of rain to cool a runner, eh?”

The cool air of the early morning hours rushing over her face was having the expected effect on Kimberly’s tired and sore body. Slowly her usual high levels of energy and her positive spirit returned and revived her aching muscles and mind at the same time. The cool rain falling on her face and against her moving body was kind of washing away all the dark thoughts and the filthy feelings that Kim harbored, due to her previous night’s actions. The light sweat that she was starting to break gave her as usually a refreshing feeling, that helped Kim to leave her alter ego Ashley behind and turning into the good, cute blonde again.

Kim was lost in thought about her life and about how she could improve her job situation. Selling her body two or three times a week to random stranger was becoming dangerously normal for her, and Kim feared that the was slowly becoming more and more a true whore. So she had started to think about alternatives like becoming an escort, which would mean better paying but more demanding clients for her. One of the girls at the club had given her some information on a professionally working escort service, which was always looking for young, sexy students like Kim. However, she had also mentioned that those guys were often more dominant and controlling, as well as into kinkier and riskier stuff.

Another thing that the girls at The Palace sometimes talked about were porn auditions. There was a huge upside potential in the business, but Kim had always assessed the risks of getting recognized and having her actions documented for all time as too risky. But lately she had even started to reinterpret that red line.

Suddenly there were faster steps behind and Kim turned and noticed to her surprise Holden following her and greeting her enthusiastically. “Hey, hi… how are you? What are you doing out here so early? Did you fall out of your bed? Or are you one of those guys that thinks, he can improve his impression to a girl by working out once before the date?” Kim smiled at Holden, but kept her pace, so that he could catch up to her.

It was really odd that she was running into that guy for the third time in under 24 hours. Kim suspected that Holden had gone for a run with the secret hope of seeing her again, especially since it was raining and not many other runners were on the roads. This was actually giving her a big boost. Not many girls had the honor of being chased by a handsome guy like Holden. It was flattering her and the blond felt her starting to blush by the thought. There was also something else… a warm feeling of excitement was building up deep inside of her body. But at the same time, Kim was sure that Holden would have never gotten out of bed, would he know about her secret life and about her true nature. Because so decent guy would chase after a common slut and whore.

There was something effortless about the way she ran, and the way she moved in general. Each step landing softly on the ground, and the gentle rhythm of her legs rotating to take the next step. The turn of her hips, however slight, seemed to rock her body in a way that her torso seemed to float along. Unlike other girls he knew that were into marathoning and running, Kim seemed so much stronger in her core which seemed to make running about controlling everything in her body so that things seemed smooth and aligned. She definitely ran differently, but then again, Holden didn’t know any other college level track stars.

Then again, Holden didn’t run like a track star. He ran to be in better shape for hockey, which meant using his legs in ways that were not his natural form of travel. He fought the urge to push off more with his strong legs like he was on skates; and he could feel the twist in his inner thighs below his running shorts as they wanted to thrust his feet behind him. His calves, not used to bending so much, tried not to cramp up, and the cool air on his wet skin helped.

“I woke up this morning, looked out the window, and just thought … what a beautiful day for a jog.” Holden was doing his best to be witty, which required him to try to keep his breath. Jogging harder to catch-up and keep up with the runner made this quite tough. “Then again, if I could … run into you this morning … I’ll have an excuse for my stink later.”

Kim’s wit was also something he tried to keep up with. She was sarcastic, but not bitingly so. She could say something that was enough to make him laugh, but was more fun if he could turn it back on her in the same way. Not many girls he knew were like that either; like she could talk to him like one of the guys - but still as a girl.

“Besides … I’m not the only one trying to impress by a work out before a date, am I?”

Kim giggled and kept running at a comfortable pace. The rain was splashing against her face and running down her body. Although the running pants and shirt were made to resist bad weather, the conditions were not the most comfortable ones. And since Holden missed out on the more professional attire, he was clearly being off worse. The shirt was sticking against his broad chest and gave away the presents of his four pack. His morning shadow and the wet look gave Holden a very sexy appearance in Kim’s eyes. The blonde took all of that in and felt flattered that the guy had gotten up so early and was taking a run in this weather just to have a chance to see her again.

“You call this a work out? It’s more like light foreplay… to warm up.” She smiled at him teasingly and increased the pace a little, just to prove her point. “Besides, if I am be doing this just because of a date, I must be the biggest slut on the campus, because I am doing this every day… regardless of the weather… additionally to my training… or some gym time.” In a strange way, this felt a bit liberating, since Kim had the feeling that she had at least hinted a bit of her true personality to Holden, although he would probably never see the deeper meaning of her little indirect confession.

“And maybe ‘date’ is a bit too much for our lunch date… I mean, for a real date, I would expect a bit more than just a mediocre meal at the student hall.” Kim laughed and smiled at Holden softly, just to make clear that she was just joking around with him. “So… for a real date, I might even work out extra hard and dress to impress.”

They had a steady rhythm by now. In fact, they actually fell into step with each other. Wet shoes slapping the pavement in time with one another like a metronome. Maybe her pace was slowed to let him keep up, maybe he found enough strength in his longer legs to keep the steps going, but regardless they were matched now even without trying to.

“I don’t know, Kim,” he chuckled between breaths. “You already have me running all over campus to impress … I don’t know if I can work any harder.” They rounded a corner and were starting to head back towards the dorms. “But I guess I have a t-shirt I’ve only worn twice since laundry day. Would that impress?” Taking a quick pause at an intersection to let a car pass, he took a quick glimpse down to those grey running pants she wore, and he was reminded how lucky he was to be chatting up a girl as hot as she was. “Then again, all of this talk about foreplay and running around campus … I think you just want to see if I can get a semi in my running shorts.”

When the street cleared, he groaned as he realized what he just said. A quick jog to fall in next to her again he though to say, “Sorry ...I am not really this much of a douche bag. Promise.” They were nearing the end of the run, which while he was regretting it finishing so soon, he was kinda happy he will start running out of chances to put his foot in his mouth even more. She was a good girl, if not a bit of a good time, so it’s probably better he stop letting his blue balls do the talking for him anymore.

With every step Kim and Holden took, water was splashing up from under their quickly moving running shoes. Kim laughed and shook her head, when Holden was talking about him trying to impress her. “Oh, hold you breath, prince charming. You are not the first guy to run after me over campus. But to be honest, you are doing a far better job in keeping up with me than most others.”

“And a pre-worn shirt would only get me hot, if I would be in dirty stuff, but I am a good girl.” Kim joked, but she also had to direct her eyes to the ground, knowing that the past thing she said had been a big lie. She was maybe a lot of things, but a good girl, wasn’t really one of them. “Well, and when it comes to seeing semis, I would just run circles around the IT and tech institute.” Besides, the blonde had seen more hard and semi-hard cocks in the past month than Holden could probably never imagine.

“Sounds you are just like one of all those sport dudes, that my mom always warned me about. So maybe I better revoke my offer for a real and proper date.” She smiled teasingly at her new friend. “So, are you up for some real running now?”

This all just seemed so easy. Almost too easy. The cute girl he saw running on campus the day before shouldn’t had been anyone other than a glimpse in his memory banks. To have run into her in his class, the same class he himself too, and sitting alone in same class that he himself took even; that was just luck. Then to find out she was keen on a lunch date, if that is what it was going to be that is. Sure, maybe it wasn’t luck that found him that morning running the streets with her again; but it was no small feat to get her to talk to a complete stranger. Not to mention … the lunch date.

This is the sort of thing that could happen to him if he was working some homely desperate girl -- Kim wasn’t homely, she was practically a princess. Sure Holden was no frog mind you, but he sure wasn’t a prince either. A girl like Kim should be snatched up by some frat boy, or linked arm and arm with someone far more deserving. At a minimum she should be at least taken and off the market. This was all seemed too easy. All he had to do was lumber the last few steps to his dorm and ...

“So, are you up for some real running now?”

So much for easy. Just the suggestion that what they weren’t doing was real running made Holden’s legs cramp. He swallowed hard, and manned up.

“Ready when you are,” he replied through a slightly cracked voice.