Paige
Am I ready to combine her work with my work? How many people don't have a relationship with their trainer or someone in their staff? A lot. If they can handle it we can too right? With this on my brain I walked through the gym doors, if I want to qualify for the next Olympics I have to be all in. Changing coach for once can't be bad. I keep this in my mind, if it doesn't work I just blame it on the new approach not on her. It's not my usual place but it's still familiar, or does it feel familiar because of the hot woman standing at the counter with I assume a co-worker and his client. I walk towards her with my duffel bag, trying to cover up the nervousness praying for no awkardness. It's the first time we meet up somewhere like this, I'm not sure how to greet her. She must have seen me she looked at me with this grin, oh boy. I asked around, apparently she's a hot young girl with an angelic appearance but inside drill sergeant. Her grin predicts no good at all. I followed her eyes scanning my body, I looked at her saying with my eyes 'Don't you dare.' I greeted her with a kiss on the lips. "Hey, you ready for me?" She said, I was right, the grin means bad things.
The gym was quiet this time of the day, that's good. Emily wanted to take me to gym, saying she has a few favourite gym workouts for swimmers in her mind. The first one out of eight was a so called military press. I let her command me, I really had no choice. I was pushing the weight bars above me for now the fifth time in a row when I heard giggles next to me. Two women wearing sports bra are staring shamelessly at Emily's ass. I hope my face has a good hiding spot as I concentrate back to my strength excercises. It's intentional also innocent Paige. Focus damned. "They are seeing something they like." I said to Emily pointing my head towards the direction of the two women. "I see one of them around sometimes. Or maybe gave her some advice once I don't really remember. I have a pretty big client base." She winked. What does that mean, that she loves to flirt with woman she meets at all her work places? Maybe she didn't want a firty type because she's flirty? Mrs. Davis pointed some of our wish-boxes out, I said thoughtful, smart, serious and a bit shy. Shy. I didn't need gym for getting my heart rate up it was happening now because of something else.
"Emily please can I get another minute? I'm a swimmer not a body builder." "I appreciate your enthousiasm but babe your argument is invalid." She smirked at me. The tone she used to say the word babe was so to mock me, still she can use that word anytime. She almost got me there until I felt the pain in my muscles. "No I'm going to die." I groaned. "Two more." She got on her knees next to me, her mouth on my ear. "I'll allow you something extra at home. Come on you aren't sweaty enough." Okay. That trick is nasty and deffinitley works. I saw her laughing at my sudden new found energy but I didn't care.
Emily
I knew I was getting myself in dangerous territory here, but I shouldn't care I should just ask what I want to ask. We have had our honeymoon, meeting up with friends, train together, she came to the house I grew up in, she let me in her appartment left her life there behind but there's one thing she left behind which she shouldn't. Her dad. Like I confessed yesterday, it affects me. If I want to know more, today I have a great oppurtunity to do so. "Do you want to go visit your dad today?" I saw her face go blank, her mouth slightly open staring wide-eyed in front of her. "I heard your call this morning, leaving him a happy birthday message." She closed her mouth, her muscles relaxing. Okay, I clearly have to do the work here. Paige always seemed good about confiding in me, even though she sometimes didn't want to she did like the Shana story or when she said honestly why her mother isn't around, she easily could've been more vague. This must be harder than I expected. Well it's no secret to me her dad didn't approve of her getting married nor that he had issues with her before. "I want to understand." I decided to go for an open sentence, giving her space in her answer. "I hate to burst your bubble of hope but my dad doesn't approve of me. Me marrying someone is just the best excuse for him to ban me out of his life for good." "You really believe he choses to not have his own child in his life?" She shrugged, not looking at me once. Being gay is still not acceptable for everyone I know that I still sometimes get looks on the street, but your own parents their reaction is what everyone is afraid of. Me included, thank god for my dad. My dad was my saving angel, now my mom is. Paige can't be on her own, not possible. "I have always lived with a dissaproving father Emily, it was bound to happen one day." She started changing in casual clothes not saying a word. Subject dad is done.
I put my hand on her shoulder, she turned around, we looked at each other. It hurts me too, I thought. "We are a couple, Paige. Your father doesn't approve of the idea of us. Our marriage. We have to try and you can't live with this feeling forever. Just so you know I can be pretty convincing." That's it. That's why it affects me, it's my father-in-law. "Whatever happens next, he needs to understand that this wasn't a mistake. That this big trip between the two of us what he doesn't approve off is real and happening. "You choose for this, but not for losing him because of this." I gave her a big hug, I don't know if my words matter but as her wife I have to try to reunite these two. What I learnt while coming out is that maybe there's no objection just no approval but still a connection, it's not the same thing. "He hasn't called me back yet." Her lips were barely moving when she spoke, her skin shiny of the lingering sweat. I sat on the bench, stroking her hand. I noticed the goosebumps over her arms. It made me confident, I did this to her she's reacting to my touch. Mrs. Davis could see it, my friends did, we're both into each other. My fingertip ran over her ring, following her blue vein up her arm. "If we're going to do this, we probably got to go." She spoke, I look to her there was a smile visible on her face but not one I'm familiar with. "I may want something from you." I tried to sound as seductive as I could.
Emily
"Emily! I'm not going to wear this skirt no way! I don't wear skirts. Hell I don't even own them, where does this one come from anyway?" "Something extra to your closet, a gift from me." I smirked at her. I forgot to clean up after deciding what to change in, it's funny she thought it was intended for her to wear. Now I think about it, she should totally wear a skirt. My first try train day with Paige was a delight. I was scared to show myself in another light but it went better than expected maybe because she and her body could handle everything I threw her way. It was a good idea to do this, seeing her all sweaty was a huge turn on for me. There's just something about her that makes me happier. I've been thinking about the words from Mrs. Davis, finding things where we come together as a couple.
Paige
"Come here. Ice cream can cure everything." She tapped the space on the bed, I happily obliged. She laid back against the pillows raising herself a little, thereby giving me a look in her clevage, so she had better acces to my mouth. "What do you think you look sexiest in?" She was playful maybe tricking me, I use the ice to cool down her heat on me. "How am I supposed to answer your question if you keep feeding me ice cream?" I looked at her pleading to give the ice back. "Hey ! Don't be mean!" I protested. "Just answer the question." "Ehm I don't know. Maybe a skirt?" I did take a mental picture of her face when she looked at me before she walked in. I knew the right answer to this. And also I know better than arguing with the woman feeding me ice cream. "Good girl." She said, just like the ice cream I was melting.