tagMatureAge Really is Just a Number Ch. 02

Age Really is Just a Number Ch. 02


Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that read, commented or voted on the first chapter of this one. I apologize for the delay in a new chapter but my writing schedule gets interfered with by work and my own attention-deficit disorder (Thanks for the diagnosis @goducks1!!!!). Anyway, I hope you enjoy and if I shit the bed, I'm sure I'll hear from you!!! Thanks for your reading and support.


I woke up to find Kasey gently kissing my lips. I must have fallen deeply asleep as it took me a few seconds to get my bearings. I looked at the clock and realized we'd been asleep for almost two hours.

"You're back," she said. "I've been kissing you for 10 minutes."

"Sorry, you took it out of me," I smiled.

"I'd have to say the same thing. That was unreal. I've never experienced anything like that," she laughed.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled.

"It was," she replied. "So, how was I?"

"Excellent," I replied.

"Was there more I could have done," she asked sincerely.

"No, baby. That was everything I could have hoped for and more," I reassured her.

"I don't want to be the boring chick," she smiled.

"I don't think there's the slightest risk of that, babe," I replied.

"So, I'm babe or baby now," she asked.

"After what we just shared, I think some term of endearment is in order. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose," she laughed.

"So, tell me. What did you like best?"

"All of it," she laughed. "I mean it was all so great. I can't say what I liked best. What about you?"

"Truthfully," I asked.

"Of course!!!"

"I liked being the first one to truly pleasure that sweet, little thing between your thighs," I smiled.

"You did, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. That was pretty special," I smiled.

"It was. It's weird because the one guy I've been with would kiss me there and then immediately go to something else. You on the other hand...," she smiled devilishly.

"I've learned over the years you get a lot further with a kind word and a willing tongue than you do with just a kind word," I replied.

"Is that so," she laughed.

"Yes, it is," I insisted.

"I'll keep that in mind," she smiled.

"I'm not keeping you from anything, am I," I asked.

"No. I'm pretty happy curled up on top of you right now," she smiled.

"A man twice your age," I said, arching my eyebrows.

"And a few years. That doesn't bother me. I want you to know that," she said.

"Okay. Just checking," I laughed.

"Am I keeping you from anything," Kasey asked.

"No, not really. I was planning to take off early this afternoon until you intervened."

"Sorry to mess up your plans," she smiled.

"I wouldn't say messed up, maybe delightfully altered," I laughed.

"What are you doing tonight," Kasey asked.

"I'm supposed to meet my training partners at the gym," I said.

"Could I come with you," she asked excitedly.

"Do you want to," I replied.

"Yeah, of course, I've never been to a private gym before. Would it be okay?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine. Let's just keep things low key," I said.

"Oh, now you're ashamed of me," she laughed.

"How could I ever be ashamed of you? It goes without saying that if I was your age we'd be having a totally different conversation right now," I said.

"You think so, huh?"

"Yes, I do. You know how it is though, most people would think I'm taking advantage of you and not vice versa," I smiled.

"Oh, I corrupted you then," she laughed.

"That's the way I remember it," I said.

"Uh huh. I remember you propositioning me at the office store. That makes you the bad one," she said.

"Hardly," I laughed.

"What about after the gym? I noticed you had a hot tub the other night," she smiled devilishly.

"I do. Are you fishing for another invitation?"

"I might be," she smiled.

"We could do that. Then, maybe I could have you for dinner," I smiled back at her.

"You could. That was absolutely amazing," she said.


"I should go home and get my gym gear," she said.

"Yeah, we won't accept you at the gym in your current state," I laughed.

"What if it was just you and me there," she asked.

"That would be a different story, gorgeous," I replied.

She kissed me a few more times before she stood up. I followed her and we started dressing. We could not keep our hands off one another and dressing took much longer than it should have. Finally, we were presentable and walked out of my office.

"Would you like a ride to your place," I asked.

"Do you mind," she asked as we walked down the stairs.

"After what just happened, you really think I would mind giving you a ride home," I asked.

"I was just checking," she laughed.

We got in my truck and as I pulled out of the parking lot, she placed her hand on mine on the center console. I looked over at her and saw she was smiling.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just enjoying this. Turn left on Alameda," she said. I turned and we went a few blocks before she asked me to stop.

"I can walk the rest of the way," she said.

"It's no big deal, I'll take you home," I offered.

"You remember saying something about keeping things low key," she asked.

"Yes, I do," I smiled.

"I have roommates and they're very interested in everybody else's business," she replied.

"Gotcha," I said. "I'll text you the address for the gym."

"Okay. See you in a couple hours," she asked.

"Yes. 5:45 or so. We'll stretch and do some upper body stuff," I explained.

"Awesome. I can't wait." She leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. "Bye."

"Bye Kasey. See you tonight." She smiled once more before she hopped out of the truck. I watched her cross the street and start walking up the sidewalk. I waved as I passed her.

Kasey: That had been beyond my wildest expectations. The lovemaking, waking up with him still holding me, everything. Why did he have to be so much older than me??? I had a moment of panic when he suggested driving me all the way home. I knew that if one of my roommates saw me with him, I'd never hear the end of it. Thankfully, he'd understood that we both needed to be discreet about this, not just him.

Despite the uneasiness I felt about other people's reactions, I could not wait to see him again. I wanted to spend the night with him. I wanted to make love with him again and again. He'd lit a fire in me that only burned hotter after that first time. I was anxious to learn everything about lovemaking with Scott.

Scott: I felt like a fool for not even considering that perhaps she might not want anyone to know about me. Of course, she wouldn't. That was a good thing, actually. We needed to be discreet. I thought about earlier that afternoon and how great it had been. I looked forward to sharing many more experiences with her.

I pulled up at the gym a little after 5:30 and saw a strange car parked in front. I got out of my truck and walked over. Kasey got out of the car and smiled. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and bright red leggings that looked like they'd been painted on her.

"Sorry, I'm early," she said.

"It's no problem, but you want to be careful hanging around down here by yourself. The rent is cheap for a reason," I insisted.

"I understand. I was just hoping this was the right place," she smiled.

I led her through the door and flipped on the overhead lights. I turned to watch her look around.

"Wow, this place is insane," she said. I had to nod, because to a new visitor it could be a bit overwhelming. All the equipment was painted blaze orange. The walls were black with various demonic designs and motivational sayings painted on them. Numerous fist and head-sized holes in the wall were apparent from missed lifts and frustration. She twirled around trying to absorb it all.

"Yeah, it really is, but when Joel, Marsha and I decided to start this place, we were going to do it the way we wanted. No bullshit, just great equipment and people with the right attitude. Anybody is welcome, but not everyone has what it takes to stick around," I said.

"How many people train here," Kasey asked.

"About 25 or so regulars. We have a crew in the morning and the night crew," I said.

"Does that even pay the rent. I mean with 25 people," she asked.

"No, it doesn't. We don't worry about that here. If you're broke, but have the right attitude, you can train here. We're interested in success, not money and popularity. I'd say about two-thirds actually pay dues. We usually get enough to pay utilities and most of the rent. Joel and I carry the rest. We have a few equipment companies that give us good deals and free stuff. It works," I smiled.

"That's really awesome. I never knew places like this existed," she said.

"There are more of us around than you'd think," I said. She walked over and wrapped her arms around me.

"Thanks for letting me see it," she said. She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes and I couldn't help but kiss her. We were getting a little carried away when I hear the front door slam. We both literally jumped and quickly separated. I turned to see Joel walk in.

"Hey man," he said. He looked Kasey up and down. "You got a new recruit?"

"Yeah, we met at the coffee shop the other day. She wanted to see what a real gym was like. Joel, this is Kasey Souza," I said. Joel offered his hand to her and she quickly shook it. Joel was a monster of a man at 6'5" and probably 350 pounds. He was an attorney and had been my training partner and best friend since middle school.

"Nice to meet you Miss Kasey," he said. "You look like you've been around a gym once or twice."

"Thanks, I've been doing Crossfit for about 4 years now," she replied.

"Nobody's perfect, I guess," Joel laughed.

"Hey, it's helped me get super strong," she countered firmly.

"Honey, it's all right. You go to Crossfit Downtown," Joel asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I do," she answered.

"I helped Billy get it started, he's a good kid. It's too much running and crap for me, but to each their own," Joel laughed.

The rest of the evening crew began showing up and I introduced Kasey to everyone. We began our stretching in small groups. I took Kasey and Shana in my group. You couldn't pick two women that were any more different. Shana was a natural blonde but her current color was a deep purple and she had more of her visible skin covered in tattoos than uncovered. I'd often wondered what the rest of her body looked like. She was a bartender at a rough biker joint on the outskirts of town. Joel and I bailed her out jail several months before when a biker pulled a knife trying to rob her. She'd knocked all of his front teeth out with a baseball bat she had behind the bar. Fittingly, her nickname in the gym was Hell Cat. She'd set a world record at her last meet in both the squat and bench and barely missed a big deadlift that would have made her number one overall in the world. She looked at Kasey and smiled after I'd introduced them.

"Abandon all hope, ye that enter here," Shana said to Kasey. "You don't know what you're getting into."

"I'm beginning to wonder," Kasey laughed.

We moved through our stretching and mobility exercises, before moving over to the benches. Shana said she wanted to do a couple heavy reps on the bench press and then do some back and tricep work. I always get a workout in, but my main goal was usually just to coach. With a newer lifter, I'd be more involved, but Shana had learned to listen to her body and knew what work she needed to do.

We started doing warm ups on the bench with the three of us rotating. Shana helped me correct Kasey's form, which surprisingly wasn't all that bad. The weights moved up past 135 to 185. I expected to see Kasey wane but she didn't, putting up 5 very solid reps at 185. I watched Shana nod her head in admiration. They put 225 on the bar next. Shana went first and with my encouragement ground out four reps. She got off the bench and slapped hands with Kasey. I watched Kasey and could see she was nervous.

"Come on, Kasey. You got this. Just one rep. You can do it," I said. She nodded and reached in to the chalk bowl. She laid back on the bench and got set with Shana's direction. I helped her lift the bar out and got her steady before I moved my hands. She took it down slow, but once it touched her chest she seemed to heave it off her. I was beyond impressed.

"Come on Kasey, you've got another one. You've got it. Down and up, girl. Come on," I coached her. She wasn't so sure and held the bar too long. It got in her head. I didn't want her to fail at it, so I helped her re-rack it. She bounced up off the bench.

"That felt so damn heavy," she said. Shana gave her a double high five.

"You had at least one rep left. That first one shot up like an empty bar," Shana replied.

"That was because I thought it was going to crush me," Kasey replied with a smile.

"You need to keep her around," Shana said to me.

"I might, if she wants to," I replied. Kasey smiled and it made my heart beat a little faster.

The girls spotted me as I worked up to my top set of 3 reps at 545. I was getting to the point in my lifting career that maintenance of strength was much more important than gaining it. When Shana went to get a bottle of water Kasey walked up to me.

"You just had to make me feel like a weak, little woman didn't you," she asked with a laugh.

"Whatever, Miss Hardly Ever Benches and throws up 225 like it's nothing. Besides, I started lifting well before you were born," I said.

"Ouch, do you have to rub it in," she asked.

"No, but it is true," I smiled.

We finished our workout and sat down for our usual evening crew tradition of drinking a beer together. It was usually a chance to talk shop and goals for training. It was also a chance to get to know one another better. For people that I spent so much time with, I still didn't know much about most of them. We were from all walks of life and lifting had brought us together. That night's discussion was of course the new girl.

Kasey handled the good-natured ribbing she took from being a Crossfitter, while managing to deal out a bit of her own. She seemed to be getting along great with Shana and I listened as they exchanged Instagram handles. Everyone started filing out. Soon, it was just Kasey and I left.

"Do you still need to do anything," she asked.

"Yeah, I was just going to clean all the equipment," I replied.

"Okay. I'm going to the restroom and then I'll help you," she replied.

I grabbed some towels and the sanitizer, before starting to wipe down the equipment that had been used. One of the guys had picked up a staph infection the previous summer and it was something we always worried about. I was bending over one of the benches when I felt soft, smooth hands slide under my t-shirt and across my back. I turned to see a very naked Kasey.

"And what do you think you're doing," I asked as I set the towel and sanitizer down.

"Just trying to live out the fantasy I've had since I walked in here," she replied.

"Is that so," I asked.

"Uh huh," she said. She reached for my neck and gently pulled me to her lips. We kissed slowly and deliberately, our passion slowly rising. I took her in my arms and my hands slowly roamed her naked young flesh. I'd been determined to at least get her in my bed the next time we made love, but this little 20-year-old dynamo was having none of it.

"My panties are a mess from watching you lift," she said as my lips moved to the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Good. It took all of my will power not to get a fucking hard-on watching you, too," I replied. I reached between her succulent thighs and found her sex practically dripping. I swirled my fingers in the wetness and brought them to my lips. She watched in awe as I licked them clean.

"Do I really taste that good," she asked.

"Of course, you do, baby. You taste amazing," I said.

"I would really like for you to taste me again. You know...eat me," she said tentatively.

"If you want something, never be shy in asking. I want you to know all of the wonderful things two people can share," I said. I felt her squirm in my arms.

"You need to stop talking like that. That makes me shiver," she replied. I directed her to one of the benches and she laid back propping her feet on the cross-members for the uprights. She still had her shoes and socks on which for some reason, I found highly erotic. I admired every inch of her, before I knelt and surveyed her glistening wet sex. She was certainly excited. Her labia were saturated and I leaned forward to swipe up the wetness with my tongue. She moaned appreciatively as I licked one side and then the other. I ran my tongue though her slit picking up more before moving up further to the center of her sexual being.

I ran my tongue slowly around her clit. Not in direct contact, but close enough that it made her writhe on the bench. Her hands reached for my head as her low moaning increased in pitch. I continued like that for several minutes, allowing her need to build. As it built, she held my head ever tighter. Her hips began to move as she slowly humped against my face. For a young woman with little experience prior to that afternoon, she was certainly learning fast. My only hope was that when she went back to guys her own age, they would be able to handle the hot little vixen that I was watching come alive in front of me.

"Oh, Scott. God, that feels so good. It's even better now than it did this afternoon," she moaned.

I smiled to myself as I continued to lick her. When my tongue swirled around the underside of her clit, she tried to pull me upwards. I resisted, knowing I could build her up even further. She went along with it and I could feel the tension build within her.

"Please, just make me cum," she panted. "Please, baby."

Hearing her pleas got to me obviously. She would learn in time. I swiped my tongue directly across her clit and her hips arched up off the bench. It allowed me an even better angle on her clit and I attacked it ferociously.

"Nnnngggghhh," she groaned. "Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh Fuuuuuccckkkkk!!!" She held my face tightly against her as her orgasm consumed her. I moved away from her clit allowing her to come back down. I lapped at her wet slit and savored the honey that flowed from her. Her breathing calmed and I resumed my licking of her hard, little love button. She immediately went back into overdrive moving her sex against my face.

"God, that's so fucking good," she squealed. "Oh, Scott. Don't stop, don't stop!!" Another orgasm washed over her sexy body as she writhed on the bench. Once again, I gave her a short break before resuming. She needed very little stimulation before a third and fourth orgasm coursed through her.

"Oh, Scott. Please, let me catch my breath. That's so fucking intense," she panted. She placed her hands over her face and I watched her breasts heave as she breathed. I couldn't resist touching her and my hands moved up and down her sexy thighs. Finally, she raised up from the bench and came to a rest on her elbows.

"You're really spoiling me," she smiled.

"That's my whole intention," I replied.

"I was afraid it was," she said. "I think you're wearing too much." I watched as she stood up and I joined her. She pulled my t-shirt up and her hands ran across my chest.

"I really love your body," she said.

"And I really love your body, too," I replied. I enjoyed the sensation of her hands caressing my pecs before moving on to my shoulders and arms. My hands roamed her smooth skin as well. Our eyes met and we resumed kissing. Deep passionate kisses that made my whole body ache with desire for her.

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