Little White Lies Ch. 09

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Chapter 9


Gently, he pushed on the door and saw that the door to his dad’s bathroom was open. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and pressed a hand to it in a futile attempt to calm it down. Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer and peered in.

Jessie was sitting nude on the bathroom counter, talking quietly and laughing at something his dad was saying. Dex frowned in disappointment but was then struck by the realization that he was disappointed that his girlfriend wasn’t cheating on him.

She turned, seeing him from the corner of her eye and waved. He waved back, then held a finger to his lips. She kept looking at him, no doubt wondering what he was up to. An idea had come to him, and he grinned. Gesturing to her, he pantomimed a few showering motions, rubbing under his arms and hair, then pointing at her, and then the shower.

She looked at him curiously and cocked her head. He pointed at her and then the shower and raised his arms questioningly. She looked at the shower, then over at and smirked as she shook her head.

He snapped his fingers in an exaggerated display of disappointment, and she giggled at him, raising her hands in confusion.

“Be right back,” she said, glancing in Don’s direction. Tiptoeing out, she came up to Dex and looked at him curiously. “Are you still drunk?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I was asking if you’d taken a shower with him.”

She sighed. “I know you were, Mr. Cryptic. I said no. Why?”

He shrugged, starting to feel a little silly about the whole thing. “No reason. Just woke up and heard you giggle and the shower running.”

She grinned. “You thought I was misbehaving again?” she asked, grinning up at him as she scooted closer and looked up at him mischievously.

He looked down at her and grinned. “Well… I’m not trying to sound like I’m accusing you of anything, but… kind of,” he said.

“Mmm,” she replied, her hand sliding in his pants and finding the semi-erect cock there. “I think you must have woken up all horny and need a release.”

“Maybe,” he said, winking at her.

Biting her lip, she looked at him silently and continued to stroke his cock. After about twenty seconds, she grinned again.

“Do you think we need to go take care of it?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not trying to interrupt you helping my dad with… whatever you were doing, and I just want you to know that I trust you,” he said. “I’m going to go and work out, and when I get back, we can fool around if you still want to.”

She looked at him intently, as if she were trying to figure out if something was wrong with him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, squinting at him. “I really was being good. I made myself some breakfast and then your dad some as well. We got to talking and yeah… I guess we’ve been naked around each other, but it’s not like that’s a new thing.”

He chuckled and nodded. “I’m okay, I promise. I just woke up… horny, like you said, and came to find you,” he explained.

She kissed him and stepped back, seemingly satisfied with that explanation. “So, you don’t mind if I go keep him company while you go work out?” she asked.

“Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be back in an hour or so and we can talk about last night if you like.”

She grinned. “Deal,” she said. “If you can do me a favor and think about how sexy I looked up there dancing for you and all those other horny men, I would appreciate it.”

Dex laughed, then leaning in to kiss her again. “You’ve got it,” he said. “I love you. Go finish… whatever that was,” he said, gesturing to the bathroom.

“Listening to his jokes,” she said flatly, smirking at him.

He laughed, leaned down and kissed her again, and then whispered, “I love you, even though you’re a stripper now.”

Giggling, she rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom without a word, making him chuckle to himself. He quickly went to his room, got dressed, and left. As he drove, he thought about texting Alec and letting him know where he was going but didn’t feel like opening that can of worms this morning. Erin would have stayed over, and he didn’t want to be caught in the middle of anything if she’d told him about the other night or something.

Heading to the gym, he parked, hopped out, and went inside. After changing in the locker room, he tossed his bag in a locker and went out to start his solo work out. Just outside the locker room door, he paused and looked around, surprised at the lack of folks in the gym that morning. Briefly contemplating what he wanted to work on first, he went over to a treadmill and started it up, setting an easy pace and trying to forget about everything.

He’d found that something odd would happen when he ran or worked out. His mind would reach a serene calm, free from all the random thoughts that entered it on a constant basis, and he was able to think things through much more easily and focus on things better.

He thought about Jessie, probably cleaning naked or taunting his dad, and couldn’t help but bursa escort chuckle as he automatically pictured the two fucking in the kitchen again. He shook his head and cleared the thoughts away as he ran. He still wasn’t 100% on board with the idea of sharing her and didn’t want to get distracted with jealous suspicions. Taking a second to close his eyes and focus on his breathing, he opened them again when he heard something.

The front door had opened, and his focus was broken as noise from a stereo poured in. A man had been leaving the building and inadvertently allowed the blasting stereo to invade the relative quiet space of the gym. Dex sighed in irritation and looked to see what had caused the noise, and saw an expensive looking red car sports car out front, music blaring as a girl hopped out with a gym bag in her hand.

She was short but very fit, with red hair and the pale skin of a natural red head. Sitting behind the wheel was a tanned guy wearing sunglasses. He was looking at himself in the rearview mirror, adjusting his sunglasses. The woman walked around and leaned over, kissing him for a few seconds. Dex watched as he returned the kiss, then pushed her hands off the car and rubbed his arm where she had been propping herself up. She looked like she was apologizing as he waved at her dismissively and sped off.

Dexter rolled his eyes, refocused on what he was doing and kept running.

Images of Jessie on her knees in the shower filled his head, and though he grunted in arousal at the image, he forced it out, nonetheless. He was wishing that he had jerked off or fucked her before he’d left and sighed in an attempt to focus on the workout itself.

His attention was then drawn to what must have been the douche’s wife, judging from the size of the rock on her finger that he could see from across the room. She walked to the front and checked in, then sauntered over to the women’s locker room. A few minutes passed before she emerged, dressed in a tight set of shorts and sports bra. His legs burning, Dexter stopped and sat down to take some water and saw the redhead coming toward him. She nodded politely as she passed by, and he realized that he’d been staring, and forced himself to not turn around to see where she’d gone.

Wiping off the machine, he stood and went a short distance away, facing away to work on a couple of machines that he would not need a spotter with. Pushing his limits with some chest flyes, he forced himself to think about something else. His thoughts focused on his brother, stationed overseas.

Jack was older than him by four years and had always looked out for him. Growing up, Dex had never been picked on when Jack was around, as he’d always been a well-built guy. Being in the Marines had just made him that much more terrifying, but he truly was just a big teddy bear at heart.

He was two inches taller than Dex was, and about a hundred pounds heavier. When he came home to visit, Dex was always excited, but also kind of dreaded it as Jack loved to work out. He would make Dex work out with him, and basically running him into the ground.

Jack had had a few girlfriends over the years but had been dumped by the latest one a few months before Dex had met Jessie. She’d cheated on him and then told him about it. Jack was a resilient guy, though, and had bounced back seemingly quickly.

Dex and his brother weren’t all that chatty with each other, and with his brother’s position in the military, Dex wasn’t all that concerned about his safety. Still, he talked with him when he called to speak to him and his dad.

He saw his brother’s crooked grin in his mind and chuckled, thinking that he might need to email him or give him a call soon. Movement caught his eye then, and he saw the redhead come over and use a machine near him, pushing her arms in and then slowly letting the arms of the machine push them back. She was staring straight ahead, and Dex couldn’t help but look at her ample chest, clad only in a sports bra.

He knew the rules of politeness though and looked away quickly. Girls didn’t usually want to be ogled at the gym. Still, she wasn’t making it easy to behave his damned self.

He finished another two sets looking at the ceiling, then took a break and got some water. He went to the free weights and picked up some dumbbells, assuming she wouldn’t manage to interrupt him with her delightful tits bouncing in his eye-line.

After ten minutes or so of working out with them, he set the weights down and took another break, satisfied that she hadn’t been weirdly stalking him or something. Going over to a leg machine, he started to do a few sets, then saw her take a seat at a machine in front of him again. Chuckling to himself, he wondered what game she was playing, and tried to ignore it. As he finished his set and sat down after wiping down the machine, he drank some more water and relaxed for a minute, catching his breath.

As he rested, she finished what she was doing and stood, wiped her machine off and looked over at him as she tossed the towel over her shoulder. Pulling bursa escort bayan her bangs away from her sweat slicked forehead, and cast a glance over at him, hesitating for a few seconds before she approached.

“Hi,” she said. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

He looked up at her inquisitively. Undeniably gorgeous, even though her dark red hair was damp with sweat, the crimson locks accentuated her piercing, emerald green eyes and pale, freckled skin, and gave her the classical “redhead” type of look.

“What’s that?” he asked, catching himself staring again.

“I’ve been wanting to do some sets on the bench press as well as some squats, but my jack-ass husband won’t ever come work out with me. I have to rely on the kindness of strangers.”

He chuckled. “Of course,” he said. “Your choice,” he said, waving her forward to the squat rack.

As she stepped in front of him, he took the opportunity to look at, and enjoy, her finely-toned ass, rippling sexily beneath the tight work-out shorts she was wearing.

He raised an eyebrow in appreciation, then saw that she was watching him in the mirror and snickered as he realized he’d been caught.

“Sorry,” he said, blushing a bit.

“It’s fine,” she said. “It’s part of the deal when you come work out. I’m just flattered you find some married broad attractive.”

He chuckled, figuring that she wanted him to be a little flirty with her.

“Hot is hot,” he said, “married or not.”

She laughed, covering her face. “Oh my…” she said.

“Corny right?” he asked. “I hear that all the time.”

“Totally… but in a good way, though,” she assured him. “How about squats first?” she asked.

“Your choice, gym-girl,” he said, shrugging.

“‘Gym-girl’,” she repeated as she nodded at him. “I like that. I’ll have to come up with a name for you if this becomes a regular work-out thing.”

He laughed. “Gotta keep it anonymous or it just gets weird.”

“Totally,” she agreed. “I can’t really tell my husband that some cute guy was checking my ass out if I don’t know his name, now can I?”

He chuckled, enjoying that she thought he was cute.

“That’s the one,” she said. “Cute-guy,” she said with a wink.

“Ha, wow,” Dex replied, sighing. “Cute-guy and Gym-girl sound like the lamest superheroes ever.”

She laughed loudly at that and covered her mouth quickly.

“You first,” she said, shaking her head. “I get to check out the goods now.”

He chuckled and went about changing the weights on the bar. Stepping up, he got in position and readied himself.

“Nice dumper,” she said, making him laugh. Shaking his head, he turned around.

“No making me laugh when I’m lifting, you’ll make me sprain my ass or something,” he joked.

She giggled, then made a zipping motion across her lips.

After a quick set, he took a break, then did one more. Once he finished, he switched out the weights and put on the ones she wanted.

“You’re gonna have to show me how to do this,” she said, looking over at him. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite.”

He chuckled, shaking his head and stepping up close as she got underneath the bar. Giving her instructions, he moved to within a foot or so from her and pointed out where to hold the bar and how to start.

“‘kay,” she said, nodding at him. “Back up and ogle the butt,” she said, even giving him a quick hip wiggle.

He laughed but conceded to move back a bit. He fought a chuckle, not wanting to point out that she didn’t really need a spotter, but also aware that she was hot and flirting with him. So he wisely shut the hell up. Her ass looked incredible as she bent low, poking out, and then flexing as she stood back up. After ten reps, she set the bar down, breathing hard and rubbing at her left cheek and wincing.

“Pull something?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It’s just not used to that kind of punishment,” she said, then realized how that sounded and cackled out loud, covering her face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, giggling a minute later.

“Mmmhmm,” he said, looking down at her, disbelief in his expression. “No, no, I totally believe you.”

“Okay, Cute-guy, be nice to the married lady,” she said. “You’re supposed to be making me feel sexy and desired.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Get back to ogling your goodies, got it.”

“Precisely,” she said. “Can we just go do bench presses?” she asked. “I’ve done that before. I don’t want to really pull a butt muscle.”

He nodded. “I’m not gonna do any though, you go ahead. I don’t want to get crushed when those spindly arms drop the weight on my chest.”

She cackled again, and he was glad that she had a good sense of humor. There was also something very exciting about how they weren’t introducing themselves. He could handle being called “Cute-guy”.

After she set her weight, she took a drink of water and caught her breath, then got into position on the bench. Dex got into his spot and stood close but not too close, then spotted her as she started escort bursa to lift. She did two sets, then started a third and got into trouble. As he stepped up and grabbed the bar, her eyes went wide. He quickly realized that he’d stepped a little too close, and she’d seen up his shorts.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, laughing and fighting to push the bar up while he scrambled to catch it and lift it off her. She rolled to her side on the bench as he put the bar back into place, clutching her stomach. He sighed, chuckling at her reaction.

“I did not expect that!” she said a minute later, catching her breath after she was finally able to stop giggling.

“You okay?” he asked, mildly embarrassed that she’d seen his dick.

“Are you?” she asked and looked down at his crotch. Apparently, it was accidental, and she cackled again, covering her face and saying, “I can’t, I can’t.”

He chuckled a bit, then sighed in dismay, shaking his head. “Focus,” he said, snapping his fingers.

She sat up straight and saluted, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s probably best if we stop being so helpful to each other after that little revelation,” she said, blushing.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t trying to…”

She shook her head. “No, I’m the one that’s sorry,” she cut him off. “I just… didn’t expect that.”

He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I could help, but you’re probably right. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, you or me. I don’t do jealous husbands.”

She giggled, nodding. “It’s pretty obvious that mine is the jealous type, isn’t it,” she said. “But he’s got money, so…” she shrugged.

“Well, Gym-Girl, it was fun,” he said, standing and offering her a pleasant look. “I’m gonna finish up and head home to my girlfriend.”

“Thanks for showing me a few things,” she said playfully.

“Hah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It was an accident.”

“Mmmhmm,” she said, offering him a wink as she turned, heading for her water bottle.

Dex went back to the locker room and got his stuff together. He briefly thought about taking a shower, but decided he’d just do it at home. After throwing everything in his bag, he picked it up off the floor and left the locker room, phone and keys in his free hand.

Gym-Girl was heading into the girl’s locker room when he emerged, and she stopped when she saw him.

“Thanks for the help,” she said. “You gonna start to come on Saturdays?”

He was quiet for a moment, wondering how much of a good idea that was. “I could be persuaded to,” he said after a few seconds, offering a wry grin.

She snickered, then reached for his phone and held it up. “Want my number to text me?” she asked. “Totally just for workout purposes, Cute-Guy. Definitely don’t need any inappropriate pictures of anything.”

As she finished, she slowly and deliberately looked down his chest to his crotch. He sighed in amusement, shaking his head, then typed his passcode in the phone. Gym-Girl took his phone and tapped a few times on it, then started to put in her contact info.

“There you go,” she said.

He took it and saw that she’d called herself “Gym-Girl”. He chuckled.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I can be here next Saturday.”

She waved. “Bye, Cute-Guy.”

“Bye, Gym-Girl,” he replied, walking past.

Unable to stop himself, he glanced back a few steps later and admired her ass as she went into the locker room. Blowing a stream of air out in a show of disbelief, he shook his head and went out to his truck. Once he started it up and was headed for home, he began wondering what his girlfriend had managed to get up to while he’d been away.



Earlier that morning…

Yawning, Jessie turned and saw Dexter sleeping with his mouth open, drooling into his pillow. She sighed happily, laying there quietly and enjoying the sensations she was feeling.

The cover felt nicely cool on her flesh, the satiny texture prickling her skin whenever she moved. The air was nice and cool in his room, giving her an excuse to bundle up and snuggle close to him. His bed was decently comfortable, enough for a good night of rest. All in all, it was a great setup that her boyfriend had, and she was glad that whoever had chosen it had such good taste.

Her tummy rumbled faintly as she lay there, and she felt some mild hunger pangs follow. Sighing, she slipped out of bed as silently as she could, then tiptoed out of the room and slowly shut the door, not bothering search for her clothes for fear of making noise.

Taking a pit stop in Dex’s bathroom, she started doing her morning duties. After finishing, she hopped in the shower and washed up from the night before, happily thinking about all that had happened.

Jessie realized then, standing in the hot water of her boyfriend’s shower, that she was happier than she’d ever been in her life. True, she hadn’t had too much adversity, and she’s always been generally happy, but this was still no contest.

Dexter was a wonderful boyfriend that doted on her every whim. He loved getting oral sex from her, which, for a girl like Jessie, was super-important. He was well-endowed, and while not having a big dick wasn’t a deal breaker for her, it was an advantage when it came to sex.

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