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  He pauses to think. “We already have thicker material between the legs to prevent premature threadbare from chafing. We can use that same material throughout the crotch. Maybe add an extra layer in the crotch area, so it is less form fitting. Maybe add a wider waistband to keep the pants more in place while being active, also.”

  Opal nods. “Sounds like a plan. Can you have updated prototypes by tomorrow morning?”

  He winks at her. “For you, anything is possible.”

  “I thank you, dear.” She turns to me. “Time to get ready for the show. Let’s get to makeup and hair. By the way, you are looking hot, girlie.”

  All the designers nod and offer their congratulations on my weight loss.

  If I ever get rich, I will hire my own beauty team. I just cannot make myself look so…stunning. I stare wide-eyed into the mirror. Damn. I look good.

  “You all are amazing,” I praise the beauty team. “Miracle workers.”

  They beam from my appreciation.

  “Ready?” asks Jake. “I think the producers are worried that you will not be ready.”

  “You cannot rush perfection,” I joke.

  “You do look beautiful.” He bends down to kiss me.

  “No, no. Air kisses only. Too much work went into all this.”

  We walk onto the stage hand in hand. Then, we realize our faux paus. Opal notices it from the beginning. “Looks like you two have become rather close through all this,” she jokes.

  “He is super professional when dealing with the fitness and nutrition aspects. A little bit of a dictator,” I joke.

  “But, you two have bonded…” she muses.

  “I have fallen in love with her,” Jake declares while looking straight at me. “And her son,” he adds.

  I suppose the audience feels the poignancy of the moment. There is a reverent hush.

  “I love you, too,” I tell him with a wistful smile.

  “Together, we can accomplish anything,” he tells me.

  “Together, we are better,” I agree.

  He bends his head to give me a light kiss. The crowd is on their feet, cheering for us. I blush.

  “We were trying to keep it quiet. We did not want for the management at Planet Fitness to think that he was not being professional,” I explain.

  Opal beams at us. “Well, stand up here and show Planet Fitness and the audience just how well Jake is doing his job.”

  I stand. All the before photos are put up on the screen. The audience is on their feet again.

  “Girl, looks like someone has been doing some squats.”

  “And lunges,” Jake adds. “She wanted to firm up as well as lose weight.”

  “Looks like she has some guns, too,” jokes Opal.

  “She works upper body three days a week. She does a lot of rowing. Plus, she does a lot of work on the Bowflex.”

  “I love my Bowflex,” I agree.

  We sit back down. Jake holds my hand as Opal and I tell the audience about the design issues in our FAB line. We assure them that all the issues women have with workout clothes are being addressed.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  November 5, 153 pounds and size 12 (well, kind of…if I suck in my belly)

  Jake convinced me to buy a trampoline for me and Michael. I admit that the three of us have had a blast on it.

  Then, Jake tells me that jumping on a trampoline burns nine times more calories than merely jumping on the ground. Hell, yeah. Now, I encourage Michael to play on the trampoline with me. Truth be known, I’ve jumped on it a few times by myself.

  It occurs to me, while solo jumping, that my backyard is very private. I bet trampoline sex would be hot. I have two more hours before Mom will bring Michael home, so I send Jake a dirty text.

  Me: I am on the trampoline. Horny as hell. Come and fuck me.

  Jake: On way

  I take off my clothes when I hear him park. I start to jump. Thank God for the gift of small tits. Jake just stares at me in awe.

  “You are a little over-dressed,” I tease.

  He starts to undress. Then, he climbs onto the trampoline.

  “This is going to be fun,” he tells me as he lines his cock up to my wet cunt.

  “Fuck me hard!” I yell.

  He grabs my hips and begins to ram my cunt. However, the friction of the trampoline mat is threatening to leave severe burns. I bite my lip, trying to focus on his dick. His amazing dick. Fuck. This hurts.

  He suddenly pulls out. “It is killing my knees,” he explains.

  I look at his raw knees. They are scratched and bloody. “It is killing my ass,” I agree. “Damn. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  “Trampoline burns are no joke,” he sums up.

  I slowly work through the pain and manage to hop off the trampoline. “I think we both need to put something on these burns.”

  “I agree.”

  We doctor each other with antibacterial ointment and gauze and clothe ourselves. “I guess not every time is going to be one to write home about,” he muses.

  “I don’t know. I think when the pain subsides, this will be funny. Of course, I doubt I will be forgetting this any time soon. It is a little hard to sit.”

  “Don’t think we’ll be sending a letter to Penthouse about this time,” he teases.

  I laugh. “We both know that shit is made up. We could write it like the burns did not hurt either of us, because we both were so turned on.”

  He laughs. “There are a lot of unbelievable letters in those magazines. I always did wonder how many were true.”

  The back door opens. In runs Michael with Mom tagging along behind him. Michael runs and jumps on Jake’s knee. Jake winces but greets him enthusiastically, nonetheless.

  “Mom, meet Jake. Jake, this is my mom.”

  “Nice to meet you,” greets Jake. “I would stand, but the little one has claimed his spot.”

  “That is fine. I am glad to finally meet you. Leigh is looking great.”

  “Well, I cannot take credit for that. She has given it all she has.”

  “She has always been determined—even as a child.”

  I walk Mom to her car. “That one is a keeper,” she tells me. That is quite a compliment coming from my mom. She tends to be a bit critical.

  “He is,” I agree.

  “It is about time that you have some happiness.”

  I nod.

  “I love you, Leigh.”

  “I love you, too, Mom.”

  As I watch mom drive away, my cell phone rings.

  “Hello, Alicia,” I answer. “How is everything?”

  “You won’t believe it,” she gushes.

  “Believe what?”

  “Jones and Barns, LLC sent their proposal. It is for all their facilities—not just Briarwood.”

  “You have got to be shitting me.”

  “Not at all. By the way, that is a total of seven more facilities. Can we handle that?”

  “That would require buying more machines…that would be costly.”

  “Well, there is one more option,” she offers. “You could run a second shift a few days a week.”

  “You are a genius!” I praise.

  “Shit is about to get real,” she retorts.

  “Let me call you later. I am in shock. Oh, can you email me their proposal?”

  “Already did.”

  Sometimes blessings are difficult to manage.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  November 10, 150 pounds and comfortably fitting into size 12

  My biggest fear was that one of us would mix sex and emotions. Love and lust—how often do those lines blur? That is why I nixed my sexual romps with Daniel. It is why I quit my co-op.

  I am either in this relationship, or I am out. All in or all out. I choose all in. Jake is understanding. He said we could do the club scene or simply not swing. I don’t think a more understanding man roams the earth.

  A part of me wants vanilla—safe, secure vanilla. The oth
er part wants to see what is out there. I want to see why The Lifestyle allures Jake.

  That is why we are in Lexington at The Downtowner. My parents are babysitting. They think we are taking a couple’s cooking class. My sister demands details ASAP.

  “It is okay to let loose. Be sexy—not just with me,” Jake explains. “If you see a man you want to fuck, flirt with him, or you can tell me. I can always arrange the whole thing. I am not going to be with a woman until you are with a man,” he assures me.

  I squeeze his hand. “So, we play together or separately?” I ask again, feeling pretty confident throwing around the Swinger’s jargon.

  “I prefer to play together. If you are okay with it. This is supposed to help our relationship grow without boundaries. I don’t want to ever do anything you don’t want to do and hurt our relationship. I just want you to be comfortable and fulfilled.”

  I kiss his cheek. “I know. Ready? Let’s do this!”

  Jake is already a member. They let me in for free, since it is my first time. Jake introduces me to a few people. I figured everyone would immediately talk of sex. Not so. It is like a regular club—except for the stripper pole, semi-naked women, that one fully naked woman, and porn on the TV screens.

  Jake brings me a margarita. I sip on it. I want to calm the fuck down without being too drunk to fully take in the experience.

  One of Jake’s friends, Matt, lingers. He is about the same age as Jake. He is an attorney, and he lives in downtown Lexington.

  It is clear he is interested in me. His brown, yet somewhat red hair and beard attract me to him. He is lean, wiry, and slightly arrogant. The combination would have turned me off if we were dating, but for mere fucking…I am intrigued. Jake knows it. I can just tell.

  “This is her first time here,” Jake tells him. “Her first time with The Lifestyle.” The door is now open.

  He turns to me. “You like the idea of fucking me while he watches?”

  Wow. No Segway here. My pulse pounds. I am nervous and horny. We all know what we are here for. There is no need to hide it.

  “I do,” I answer.

  “Honey, I’ll make you scream his name and my name. Want to get a room?”

  I look over at Jake. He shrugs. “Your call.”

  “Okay. Let’s get a room,” I tell Matt.

  “Red room okay?” he asks Jake.

  “Whatever you want,” he answers.

  The red room is—red. The sheets, walls, lighting, and flooring—it is all deep red. This room is designed to ignite lust.

  “I’ll sit in the corner. Go ahead and kiss him,” Jake instructs.

  I lightly kiss him. Matt refuses to acknowledge my hesitation. He holds my head in his hands as he aggressively kisses me. His insolence piques my curiosity.

  I am spurred by the feel, taste, and smell of a different man—one I do not even know. His muscles are not as taunt as Jake’s. He smells of leather and smoke. The unfamiliarity ignites my desire.

  I start to undress him. I need him skin to skin. I want Jake to see my body collide with Matt’s. I want him to see Matt enter me and enjoy the bliss he knows my body can provide.

  Jake, now, is undressed. His cock is hard. He slowly rubs it with lazy strokes. His gaze is fixed upon me.

  Matt lowers his pants, and I drop to my knees, ready to see what is going to give me so much pleasure. He gasps as I immediately wrap my lips around his long cock. It isn’t near as wide as Jake’s. It is enough, and it is perfect for giving head, whereas Jake’s is a bit of a challenge.

  I look up at him while he roughly fucks my face. His hands are holding me in place by grasping my hair. It is both arousing and intimidating.

  I finger my pussy. It is so wet. I frantically start to rub my clit, moaning in ecstasy around his dick.

  Both Jake and Matt realize what I am doing. Their breath hitches. I curl my fingers upward inside myself. I need release. With great need, I press on my g-spot.

  I am both writhing and moaning. The orgasm hits me suddenly and hard. Matt pulls out.

  “On the bed,” he orders. “Got to taste that pussy.”

  I lay on the bed. He pulls me toward him so that my ass is near the edge. Immediately, he dives face-first into my wet snatch. He feasts on my cunt, lapping up my juices.

  I look over at Jake. He is still pacing himself, but I see pre-cum sliding down the head of his cock.

  Matt’s tongue finds my already-sensitive clit. He flicks it lightly only to begin sucking it. Never has anyone sucked my clit so roughly before. The sensation is a mixture of pain and pleasure. I cannot decide if I like it or not.

  He stops about the time I realize that I cannot handle more. “Like it doggy style?” he asks.

  “Love it,” I answer.

  I position myself on all fours. He, again, pulls me to him so that I am on the edge of the bed. My pussy aches for his cock.

  I realize that I, for the first time ever, am about to literally be balls-deep into the swinging world. I love it. It makes no sense. It simply is hot.

  Matt puts on a condom and lines his cock up to my slit. In one rough thrust, he enters me. Jake moans. We lock eyes as Matt pounds my pussy. The harshness of it all is what I need—crave.

  “Fuck me!” I yell out, uncaring if anyone can hear me over the loud club music.

  They probably can hear me. In the next room, I hear a woman getting off. I grab the sheets and beg for him to make me cum.

  He pulls out and lays on the bed. “Ride me. Grind that pretty little clit on me.”

  I lower myself onto him. I am facing Jake, and that only adds to my desire.

  I ride him with passion. I hear the two women in the room on my left moan out their orgasms. It spurs me onto mine. I grind my clit, keeping my eyes open and on Jake. I unleash my need as Matt bucks upward and fills the condom and Jake fills his fist.

  Matt dresses and leaves after kissing me platonically on the cheek. Jake lays next to me on the bed, basking in the amazement of it all.

  “What are your thoughts?” he asks.

  I look up at him and grin. “I get it now.”

  “I knew you’d understand.”

  “I want to see you with another woman,” I whisper.

  He chuckles. “That can be arranged. Let’s get dressed and join the party,” he suggests.

  I walk down the hallway with him, hand in hand. The lesbian couple meets us. I want to high five them. They obviously had a great time. However, I play it cool and give them a shy smile.

  Any other time and any other place, this would be considered the walk of shame. Here, this is the walk of pride. This is the time to strut.

  I sit next to Jake and watch a few women dance on the pole. The women grind on the pole and each other. Women usually do not turn me on. I always considered myself straight as an arrow until now. Now, I am questioning it.

  Their round asses and tits are all pressed up against each other unabashedly. I suddenly understand the desire to suckle on a woman’s tits. I understand the desire to kiss a woman—to grind pussies.

  I am mesmerized, and I do not realize that a woman has sat down next to Jake until he introduces us. “This is Candy,” he tells me.

  “Hello, Candy. Do you come here often?”

  “Every weekend,” she answers.

  Jake explains, “Leigh is a newbie. Just had her first experience with Matt.”

  Candy sighs. “Matt…that is quite a way to be introduced into The Lifestyle. A hunk of a man…”

  I smile. “I had fun. I’d just like to see Jake with a woman now.”

  “Would you? Jake and I have had fun before, right, Jake?”

  Jake turns to me. “Candy likes to be watched.”

  “Watched?”

  Candy explains, “I’d love to fuck Jake right here, right now. Let everyone watch…”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Join me?” she asks me.

  “You’ll have to teach me.”

  She turns to Jake.
“You hard?” she teasingly asks.

  “Why don’t you find out,” he replies.

  Candy undresses him and pulls out his magnificent cock. “I love his cock,” she tells me. Then, she begins to suck it with a vengeance. Candy is one of those women who is a messy cock sucker. I am not a fan of all the slobbering, but to each their own.

  “Time for us to get naked,” Candy announces.

  With everyone around us, literally gathering in a circle, Candy and I strip. “I’m going to ride this big cock,” she tells me. “I want you on your knees, sucking his balls and licking my juices.”

  She straddles him. “Guide it in me,” she demands. I hold his sheathed cock in one hand and spread her pussy lips with my other hand. Watching his cock enter her is the hottest experience ever. It is an epiphany. I now fully understand the joy of swinging.

  I lick his balls, tasting her pussy juices. I have never tasted another woman’s pussy juice. Her juices are tangier than mine, but good nonetheless. I cup his balls in my hand while I sit on Jake’s side. I kiss his cheek and run my fingers through his hair as I watch her face contort in pure pleasure.

  “Such a fucking big cock!” she screams out for all to hear.

  Not caring about the audience around me, watching and fucking each other, I take off my panties and spread my legs. With my pussy on display, I rub my clit and watch the show Jake and Candy are putting on.

  A woman whispers in my ear, “I can help you, honey.”

  I look at her wide-eyed. She keeps eye contact with me as she lowers herself in between my legs. She lightly flicks my clit. I stroke her long, blonde hair, encouraging her.

  Jake’s moans are becoming louder and more intense. I know he is nearing climax. He grabs Candy’s hips and thrusts deeply into her. Jake growls when he orgasms. The feral sound pushes me over the edge. I buck up, meeting the woman’s greedy mouth. My orgasm consumes me. Candy’s screams seem far away. As my moment subsides, Candy kisses me softly. The woman between my legs raises up to join us in a three-way kiss. It is official, I like women.

  We end up lying together in a tangled mess on the couch, watching others release their pent-up needs. The room is filled with moans, blissful screams, and the smell of sex—all under the cloak of darkness and anonymity.