“I saw you working out alone with just cardio down there.” He said. “Give me a ring next time and I’ll put you on a regime that’ll keep you lookin’ like you look to me, and that’s twenty-five.”
I really hope I didn’t swoon, as overly flattering as it was. I was obviously much older, but I pocketed his card and bid him farewell for the day. It wasn’t until I saw my husband, Max, and his red-headed bimbo panting after a long run that I called Bradley up and told him I’d take him up on his offer. He gave me his hourly rate which was… ambitious, but hearing Clara and Max laugh about their similar theories on Stranger Things made me schedule the appointment for Tuesday.
I’ll be honest: Bradley had a gift when it came to personal training. I’ve never had or needed one since. The trick was simple enough and I got to experience it first-hand on our first go-around. Cardio for twenty minutes, three rounds of weights with five minutes of cardio in between, and a fourth round if you’re feeling bold. You could do all your body parts in one day if you wanted to waste yourself by hitting all of them for three rounds, but usually we split it over three days.
For a golden two months, my Bradley days were my favorite days. He would massage my legs, feet, and back, and apply the right pressure to my pressure points in order to release the pent up stress in my body. I’d be so loose and refreshed after leaving the gym, I didn’t even care once I came home to find Max and Clara on our love-seat watching the last Star-Wars movie after they finished their run one afternoon.
They’d cooked some popcorn, but weren’t touching and… perhaps I mistook that seemingly intentional placement of space as they were fucking behind my back and trying to convince me otherwise. They weren’t fucking, but at that time I was positive they were. That’s when I turned to the dark side.
“Nine,” said Bradley on my next Bradley day as I pressed fifty pounds. I know that’s not much, but it was a lot for me. “And ten.” I put the bar back on the notches that held it with Bradley’s help and sat up. I drank a little water and screwed the cap back on.
“That’s all?” I sighed.
“That’s all.” Bradley said. He wore yellow trunks and a sky blue shirt that clung to his arms and chest and diaphragm. I wanted him and it had been three weeks since Max had gotten on top of me for his three minute ride of glory. We were alone in the weight room, which almost never happened. “How do you feel?” He put his hands on his hips.
I started breathing heavily. My heart was beating like a hammer in my chest as I nodded and took another awkward swig from my water bottle. “Good just… I don’t know. I feel strange.” I stood up and looked to him.
I still don’t know who made the first move. Maybe it was mutual. He went and I went, our lips locked and I sank my fingers into his perfect lower back. Bradley held me by my arms before moving his hands up my neck to clutch my cheek and neck. He moved close to me as our lips lashed. I could feel what I thought was his leg, but it then realized that Bradley was rock hard.