Weekend Fitness Partners

[paulboulder]

As I ran over to Tracy's, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the dream I had last night. The images of her body joined with mine were so vivid...I could feel the intensity of our love making as if it were a memory of reality, not of an imaginary encounter. I arrived at her house without being very aware of the journey. I guess being lost in a reverie made the two miles disappear.

"Good morning!" Tracy said, opening the door, clutching Hermes so he wouldn’t sprint for freedom. She already had running shorts and a cute t-shirt on but was barefoot.

I heard a groan from within. “Shit, Tracy, it’s bright outside.” I guess Oscar the Grouch Derek was up, too.

“Sorry, Dek…I’ll step outside. It’s Paul – he’s here - we talked about going for a run last night, remember?” Tracy said over her shoulder as she stepped out. “Why don’t you get a little more beauty sleep while I run?”

I heard a grunt of something resembling “yeah, sure,” and a chair being pushed back on the floor inside as the door closed.

“Hi, beautiful” I said, navigating around a squirming Hermes to give Tracy a good morning kiss. “Sounds like someone has a hangover. He did have a few last night…tequila will certainly give you a throbbing headache the next morning.”

“I think I can slip out for a few miles while he sleeps it off. Let me put this restless tiger back inside and grab my shoes. Be right back,” Tracy said, stepping back in.

Two minutes later she was sitting on the doorstep, golden hair in a ponytail, lacing up her shoes.

“Feeling ok?” I asked.

“Yes, and glad to get out of the house for a while with you. I missed being able to touch you yesterday,” Tracy said, standing up.

“Me, too,” I said, taking her hand as we walked out to the street. I just love the feel of holding her hand. “Walk a few minutes to let you wake up?” I asked.

“Yes. That’d be great. I can talk a lot easier that way,” she said.

We walked through her neighborhood towards the track and talked about plans for the day. I suggested that I not join them on any sightseeing today. They needed brother/sister time without me along for the ride. We did confirm about me cooking dinner for them tonight, coming over about 6:30.

Soon we were at the track and began to run. Tracy peppered me with questions about my dream.

“So we were together in your dream last night? I want to know more about this,” she said, bumping me with an elbow and a wink.

“It was just a series of very wonderful images,” I said, speaking in short phrases between breaths. “You on top of me. Feeling your breasts against my chest. Us kissing. You looking me in the eyes as you let me inside you for the first time,” I said.

“I don’t know if I’m breathing hard because of the run or thinking about the dream!” Tracy said, laughing. I glanced over and noticed her nipples hardening through her t-shirt…..

Our mood was light and playful as we continued to run. It was good to have fun after the intensity of last night. The laps flew by as we talked. We continued to run as we made our way back to her house. Soon we were standing in her driveway. Tracy pulled off her sweaty t-shirt, revealing a white sports bra, and began wiping her face and neck with it. She shot me a look as I ogled her and gave me a sly smile.

“Nice view! Ok, sweetie,” I said on her steps, giving her a kiss, “say hi to Derek for me and have fun seeing the sights. Text me an update if we need to adjust the time for tonight.”

“Will do,” she said, coming in close for another kiss. She lingered close to me and said softly, “I’m looking forward to that being more than just a dream,” then gazed at me with those blue eyes for an extra moment. “See you tonight!” she said, breaking the spell and walking up to her door.

I’m sure I ran every step of the two miles back to my house, but my mind was somewhere else the whole time.

 

[paulboulder]

I came into my house after running home from Tracy’s. I stripped down my sweaty clothes still off in fantasy land and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. As I grabbed a towel and hung it over the top of the shower stall, I saw the massage lotion that I’d used when I gave Tracy that massage. Well, I thought, I do have a little time this morning….

I squirted a bit on my hand and began to apply it to my cock. My thoughts went back to last night’s dream, and in seconds I was hard. I thought of what Tracy had said a few moments ago when I left her – her softly saying she wanted to make that dream come true.

In my mind, we were in her bed, touching, laughing, kissing, teasing, stroking…I thought of her riding me cowgirl style, her full breasts bouncing as she moved up and down on my throbbing member. I thought of reaching forward with my hand to tease her clit as she rode, and watching her head fall back and her nipples harden.

I continued to stroke myself, moving slowly at first, then accelerating as the thoughts became more vivid. Having her on her hands and knees and sliding in and out of her from behind…clutching her ass to push in deeper with each stroke….

Then I remembered her sitting where I was now, deep throating my cock like I have never experienced before in my life. I took my hand and began to caress my balls while continuing to stroke. Soon I was calling out her name, thinking of her licking and sucking and stroking, her looking at me with the dirtiest expression I’ve ever seen – “You want to come in my mouth, don’t you? Well, go ahead, I want to taste you and swallow you,” her eyes said.

I erupted in a huge gush and a groan. I felt almost as drained as I did when she actually did it.

After I started to breathe normally again, I thought, “Well, I needed to clean the bathroom floor anyway today….”

 

[SpicySpirit]

When I returned from my run, Derek was definitely in a better mood than when I had left. The Advil and water must have finally kicked in. He had already showered and changed out of his pajamas when I found him playing on the floor with Hermes in the living room.

“Did you have a nice run?” He looked up to me just as Hermes went in to tackle him. Not that the little furball would do much damage to Derek.

“Feeling better then?” I answered his question with my own, not feeling the need to elaborate. At least until I knew he was more willing to accept I was exploring a new romantic relationship.

“Feeling hungry.”

“Ok. Let me get a shower real quick. We can get brunch and go to The Alamo. Maybe while I am in the shower, you can pick out somewhere you want to try.” I decided I would wait until we were out and about to bring up the dinner plans I had made for our evening.

Leaving him to play with Hermes, I went into my bathroom and locked the door. Starting the water, I stripped off my white sports bra and stepped out of my panties and running shorts. My clothes were damp with sweat, but my underwear was damp for a different reason. All of the sexy talk during the run had gotten me a little worked up. As I climbed into the shower, I decided Derek could wait just a little longer for me to get ready…

 

[SpicySpirit]

In his research, Derek found a local restaurant that served crepes and waffles not far from the historic landmark. Neither of us could turn down a stack of waffles. During brunch, I steered the conversation away from the topics of last night to give him a break. Instead, we talked about what was going on for him at work and family and friends back home. It almost felt like old times as we piled into my Jeep and headed for The Alamo.

When trying to decide on activities for us to do this weekend, visiting The Alamo was an easy choice. As Director of Parks and Recreation for our town back home, Derek loved nature and being outside. He had double majored in Environmental Science and History, so I knew he would be able to nerd out all afternoon.

As we meandered through the ancient limestone walls of the barracks, I watched Derek get enthralled with various exhibits, documents and artifacts. In his excitement, I saw glimpses of the carefree big brother I had known before the events of the last few years had weighed him down.

It wasn’t my place to share my brother’s struggles with what he would have considered to be strangers, but Derek had had his share of bad luck. Derek and Will had been best friends throughout high school. However, when all of us reached college-age, Derek initially didn’t handle it well when his best friend fell in love with his little sister. It had been a rocky start when Will and I had started dating, but once we got through that patch Derek had loved having his best friend as a brother-in-law.

Unlike me, Derek had been much more active on the dating scene trying to find his one and only. After college he had a slew of short flings and a few more serious 2-3 year relationships before meeting Colleen. He had met Colleen at a work event in 2016 and they had hit it off. He proposed to her after 3 years and they moved in together right before COVID hit. Will and I had been on many double dates with him and Colleen; they had seemed truly happy. Their wedding date had been planned for the fall of 2021 and Will was going to be his best man. That was until one evening in May, Derek came home early from work one day to find Colleen in their bed with one of her coworkers. Clearly there had never been a wedding, and Derek was left pretty broken. When Will died just about six months later, we were both shattered. I knew this was part of the reason he had grilled Paul the night before about his divorce.

The last 3 years had added complex layers to our brother-sister relationship. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to tell Derek that he was part of the reason I had moved. I hadn’t found the right way or right time to talk to him about it, but I was hopeful if I could get him to accept me moving on, maybe he could too. Maybe then we could have that conversation.

As we started to walk through the aged oak and pecans of the gardens, I figured it was the best time to share what I had planned for the rest of the day. I attempted to float the idea casually, as if I hadn’t been struggling with how to present it to him the entire day.

“So, Paul offered to make dinner tonight at his place. He’s a much better cook than I am.” His mood shift wasn’t quite as drastic as it had been Wednesday over the phone and I had the advantage of being able to see his expressions now.

I could see his face tighten just a hair, but could tell he was actually trying to control his reactions on my behalf. I think Paul’s story about walking Natalie down the aisle had gotten to him and had at least won Paul a few points with Derek. He didn’t give an immediate answer, so I continued.

“I would also like you to get to know him a little more and for him to get to know you. You will always be my brother, so you come with the territory.” I gave him a playful nudge, trying to keep the energy light.

“Okay,” he finally conceded. “For you.”

I discreetly texted Paul while Derek was looking at one of the monuments to let him know that we would be there on time.

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy and Derek arrived at my place looking like they’d had a good time visiting the sights. Derek didn’t flinch noticeably when Tracy gave me a hug and a kiss upon entering the house, so perhaps things would be better tonight. I greeted him warmly and welcomed them into my house.

Tracy had on sandals, Bermuda shorts that showed off her shapely legs, and a white blouse that just barely let you see the hint of a lacy white bra underneath. Her blonde hair was loose and pouring over her shoulders. She does like her lace undies, I thought to myself. Derek had jeans and a polo on.

I showed them around the house. Derek asked about the photos on the refrigerator – “Is this your son and your ex-wife?” he asked. I told him yes and explained the circumstances of the photos. He seemed pretty struck by how tall Robbie was.

I had all the food prepped and ready on the central island in the kitchen – we would have stir-fried shrimp with asparagus tips, shallots, garlic and sesame seeds, served over angel hair pasta, with a nice crisp Riesling wine. It’s one of those prep ahead, then cook it fast meals. I had the table set in the dining room.

I poured everyone a glass of wine, and we toasted Derek’s visit and enjoyed an enthusiastic recounting by Tracy of all the places they had visited. Soon afterwards, Tracy excused herself to the bathroom.

“Haven’t finished the DIY renovate yet?” she asked?

“Nope, please use the bathroom in my bedroom.” I saw Derek’s eyebrows raise as she walked into my bedroom.

While Tracy did her business, I took the opportunity to show Derek the backyard. We stepped out onto the back deck and walked down the short flight of stairs from the deck to the grass.

“Tracy seems to know her way around your place,” Derek said as we walked under the trees. “How many times has she been over here, Paul?”

“Once, she came over and we did some yoga and had some Indian food delivered,” I said, watching him carefully as we walked. I had a good idea where this was heading but played along.

“And how many times have you been to her place?” he asked quietly.

“Other than coming by this morning, two other times, once after dinner on Sunday for a few minutes and once when we went for a run and then had fruit and protein smoothies I brought over. What are you getting at, Derek?” I asked, starting back up the stairs.

I was just reaching the deck level at the top with Derek in tow behind me when he asked, “Have you slept with my sister, Paul?”

Turning around and facing him, I said:

“Derek, I have invited you into my home as a guest. Now, I don’t know what the customs are in Maine, but where I’m from, if you’re a guest in a person’s house for the first time, you’re on your best behavior…you know, lift the toilet seat before you pee, offer to help with washing the dishes after dinner, not asking people you don’t know anything about if they’ve slept with your sister.”

He tried to jump in. “When it comes to looking after my sister, I don’t give a….”

I cut him off and stepped back down one step, forcing him to back down one in response, with me several inches higher than him.

“You’re way the hell out of line to ask such a question. That’s as personal as it gets, and you seem to forget your sister is a grown adult who is perfectly capable of making personal decisions without asking for your approval. The controlling older brother act is wearing pretty thin with me.”

Again, he tried to cut in. “You have no idea what she’s been through – what we’ve been through together – after Will….”

I took another step down, forcing him to back up again. “You’re right about that, Derek. I don’t know. She’s only told me a little bit about Will and his death, and afterwards she cried for ten minutes. I held her in my arms until she stopped sobbing and wiped her tears. I can see she is very vulnerable. And that’s why I don’t want you to tell me what happened. It’s her story to tell me when she is ready to share it.”

He didn’t try to jump in again, so I pressed on, stepping down another step, leading him to back up again. He was almost on the grass now.

“I like Tracy a lot. She is the first person I have spent time with since my divorce five years ago. She is a fantastic lady – funny, smart, deep, beautiful – the list goes on. We are just getting to know each other, and as such, we are going slowly. SO, no, to answer your crass question that doesn’t deserve an answer, of course we have not been together. As our friendship grows and deepens, if or when the time comes that Tracy decides she wants to take things to that intimate level, that will be HER choice – not yours, not mine, but HER choice, and I will be deeply honored by her choice of me.” Then, taking the edge off my voice, with as much sincerity as I could muster given my anger, I said, “Can’t you see that you and I are on the same team here - I want to take care of her, not take advantage of her.”

He started to speak but then stopped himself as that last line soaked in. We stared at each other for a few seconds. The steely glint was there in his eyes, but maybe there was a hint of respect rather than aggression in it this time?

“Now,” I said, “I am willing to go back into the house and act as if we never had this conversation – one we are never going to have again, especially not in my own home – if you are willing to do the same. I was looking forward to learning more about you and your life in Portland, and I still am - or you can decide to leave. My house, my rules. I can drive Tracy home later if that’s your decision. I’ll be inside.”

I turned and walked up the stairs and back into the house. Tracy was in the kitchen putting ice in the glasses for water.

“Where’s Derek?” she asked. “Did you two get into it again?” She rolled her eyes in frustration.

“He’s in the backyard. Hopefully he’ll come in in a minute.” I kept my end of the bargain and didn’t say anything more. Tracy looked at me with concern. “It’s fine, Tracy. I’m looking forward to learning more about him over dinner.” I gave her a reassuring kiss just as I heard Derek come in through the back door.

 

[SpicySpirit]

I wanted to believe Paul, but had my doubts. As Derek came in the back door, I could feel the tension that filled the room, but somehow this energy was different. I could tell something had happened between them, but I didn’t dare ask. At least not for now.

“Ready to eat?” Paul directed the question to both of us.

“Does anything else need to come to the table?” Derek asked instead of answering directly. I almost did a double take. Where had that come from?

“Here - if you want to help me with the wine and glasses that would be great,” I jumped in giving him a task before Paul could respond. Derek took the wine bottle and glasses, while I grabbed the tray with the pitcher and glasses of water, looking over my shoulder at Paul with raised eyebrows.

I sat across from Derek at the table and next to Paul, glancing between the two of them. Hopefully, this meant a smoother evening tonight, but I didn't want to hold my breath.

“So you’ve never been to Texas before, Derek?” Paul started.

“Nope, this is my first visit.” Derek’s voice was leveled without the hint of an edge.

“I know you’ve only had a day here, but how are you liking it so far?” Paul continued casually. Derek took a sip from his wine glass.

“It’s growing on me. This is the farthest south I have ever been, so definitely very different from Maine.” Derek sounded almost cordial. I took a bite of pasta as I looked between them for any sign of hostility.

“Do you travel much?” Paul kept the conversation going, true to his word about trying to learn more about my brother.

“Not as much as I would like to. Work keeps me pretty busy.” The conversation continued on with lighter topics where Paul asked Derek more details about his job, favorite sports, and about things that were unique to Maine.

The 180-degree turn around left me baffled as I tried to figure out what had been said between them in the five minutes I had left them alone together.

 

[paulboulder]

When Derek came in, I wasn’t sure what might transpire, but was pleased to see his attitude adjustment. Maybe my “I want to take care of her, not take advantage of her” statement had been the key? It was the truth, and maybe he finally saw that?

Dinner was fine, with Tracy at my side, and Derek across from me. I thought that sent a nice message, whether it was intentional on Tracy’s part or not. I finally felt like I was learning more about Derek, and he about me, as we spoke about his life in Portland. I got a chance to know more about what made him tick. I could see a man who fiercely loved his baby sister, who was committed to looking out for her, even when he went overboard in doing so. I could also sense that perhaps getting out from under his wings was part of why Tracy moved here. I guessed we’d debrief about all of this later.

For dessert, I had something quintessentially South Texas. I went into the kitchen and got three large plastic wrapped desserts and put them on the table.

“Those aren’t Cape Whoopies…they’re too damn big!” said Derek.

“Moon pies…a Texas classic. Everything’s big in Texas.” I added.

That seemed to really take the edge off of everything, and soon we all were laughing. It felt good to laugh, finally. Tracy squeezed my hand under the table. Better now. Yes.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Derek gave Paul a handshake and unprompted thank you for dinner. I sent Derek to the Jeep to wait for me, so I could say goodbye to Paul. He actually pulled out his phone to scroll and if he was keeping tabs on us, he was being discreet this time. Baby steps.

“Hey, I don’t know what you said while I was in the bathroom, but it sure did something.” I placed my arms around his neck, leaning in close for a kiss. Paul’s hands circled my waist, pulling me even closer.

“It was nothing,” Paul tried to brush it off, but I continued.

“I know he can be difficult, but you have been a trooper, so thank you. I am going to take him on a walk tomorrow morning in one of the parks and then I will be taking him to the airport in the afternoon. Then he’ll be out of your hair… at least for a little bit.” I gave him a smile as I pulled back to look into his eyes.

“You sure are something else,” I brought my hands down his chest, reaching one around his back to give a playful squeeze on his ass out of view of Derek. Leaning in close I whispered in his ear, “and I promise I will make it up to you.”

I gave him one last quick kiss before pulling away to go to the Jeep.

“Sweet dreams…”

 

[paulboulder]

After Tracy and Derek left, I puttered around the house doing clean-up chores. After a long day, I enjoy doing mindless housework, and tonight it was a great way to unwind after a busy day and tense weekend. I took the better part of an hour cleaning the dishes and stir fry pan, wiping down all the islets in the cooking island, putting leftovers into containers and refrigerating them, washing the wine glasses and hanging them on the rack to dry, removing the tablecloth and napkins and throwing them into the washer, and so on. It was a soothing thing to have mundane work to do while I thought about the day and the weekend. And, to be fair, Tracy's parting words.

Soon, it was midnight, and I made my way into bed. I had a t-shirt and a pair of underwear on – my usual bedtime attire. I turned out the lights, sank down into the sheets, and was fast asleep within a few moments.

I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I shook the cobwebs out of my brain and looked at the clock: 1:30 am. Who could be calling at that hour? I immediately thought about Robbie – was he ok? I looked at my phone. It was Tracy.

Paul: Hey, sweetie, sorry it took me several rings to pick up. Is everything ok? Are you alright?

Tracy: Hi...did I wake you?

Her voice sounded soft and gentle – and different and new in a way. I sensed nothing was wrong.

Paul: It’s ok, I love to hear your voice. What are you doing? You’re up late.

Tracy: Derek and I stayed up a bit talking. He went to bed about ten minutes ago. I got ready for bed, crawled under the covers, and was thinking about you and how this whole weekend I’ve hardly touched you. I just miss that closeness. I was thinking about that on the drive home and am now again. I guess that’s silly…

Paul: It’s not silly. I have missed that, too. A lot.

There was a pause.

Tracy: Hey, can you Facetime on your phone? I want to see you while we talk.

Paul: I can’t on my phone, but I can grab my iPad. Let me call you right back.

I hopped out of bed, got the iPad, piled a couple of pillows together on my bed so I could prop myself up easily to half sitting, hopped back under the sheets, and punched in Tracy’s number.

Paul: Hey, there’s my beautiful friend…

Tracy had her hair loose and was sitting in bed much like I was. She had a sheet tucked under her arms covering her curvy chest. So beautiful.

Tracy: Hi…there you are. I just needed to see you before I slept.

Her voice still had that soft, innocent quality. I loved hearing this new timbre of her voice.

Paul: I like you being the last thing I see in the evenings and the first thing I see in the mornings.

She touched her lips with two fingers and touched the screen with those same fingers.

Tracy: So I needed to see you…I’m alone and it’s late and I need to unwind…and I thought maybe if I saw you and we talked for a while…that you could help me, I don’t know, help me get to sleep.

Paul: Relax a bit? Well, sure. I love talking with you.

Tracy: What are you wearing?

She began to smile just a little, although the soft, feminine tone was still present in her voice.

Paul: Well, a t-shirt and underwear.

Tracy: Well, maybe you should get more comfortable…

Oh, THAT kind of relaxing, I thought. I’ll play along.

Paul: Um, sure, ok. (taking off my shirt)

Tracy: I thought, you’re there, in your bed, by yourself, and I’m in my bed, by myself, but maybe we could help each other, you know, relax at the end of the day…

She was smiling a bit more obviously now – but the soft, almost child-like gentleness of her voice continued. It was really sensual and caressing.

Paul: So are you comfortable as well, under the sheets?

She let the sheet slip down, revealing her full, round breasts.

Tracy: Yes, but maybe we can talk to each other and get even more comfortable?

Paul: I love this idea. I would love to be there touching you and kissing you in person, though.

Tracy: I would love to have you here. Where would you like to touch me?

She started slowly running her hands gently around on her breasts.

Paul: Mmmm, yes, that's one of many places I would like to touch you.

Tracy: Maybe I could see something you would like me to touch?

I lowered the sheets and removed my underwear. I was already hard and eager to see where this video chat went next. My cock sprang up in full view. Tracy smiled and licked her lips. I held my breath waiting to see what she would say and do next.