Stressed

Nadia had called in sick from work today. She was stressed. She didn’t want to see Mark. Especially after masturbating to his name. His bulge under the table. She used to think that size didn’t matter… Greg’s little champion was enough. She rued Simon everyday for changing her mind. Size mattered a little, but what mattered most was the person attached.

Greg was her greatest supporter. Her best friend. Even though they seemed distant recently with him working overtime. But Nadia was patient.

Mark was in her head. He was a nice guy. Sweet. Caring. Smart. And he had a big bulge… He wasn’t like a fuck boy like Simon. She masturbated this morning to his name again. Guilty. Deflated. She set to doing the laundry.

DING DONG! The bell rang around 2 pm.

“Nadia,” Mark said. He was a little musky mixed with deodorant. Green eyes. Spiky hair. He was quite tall.

“Mark? What are you doing here…” she said.

“I just wanted to check up to you…” he said.

She blushed, “I’m fine… Just a bit under the weather…”

“I hope you don’t mind me using the address you gave us in the contract…” Mark scratched his head.

“Not at all… Do you want to come in for tea?”

Mark and Nadia sat down in the living room for milk tea and biscuits. He complimented her on her apartment. She tried her best to keep it clean and tidy.

“I’ve just been feeling a bit stressed this week… It hasn’t helped that Greg’s been overworked,” Nadia said.

Mark didn’t comment on that. None of his business. But he gave his two cents on her stress.

“I used to think that if I understood psychology, I’d never feel stress… But turns out that understanding your brain doesn’t mean you can always control it…

“It’s like knowing how to squat with perfect form — but every now and then you still wobble on bad days…”

Nadia laughed, “Maybe I should take a class in Psychology… You never look stressed…”

“I get stressed… Livewell Gym hasn’t been doing well…” he admitted.

Nadia frowned, “I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay… Don’t worry… You’ve brought lots of new members with your classes. You’re excellent!” He smiled.

She blushed getting up. Excellent…

They had run out of biscuits. But as she got up, she tripped on the rug. She fell straight into Mark's lap. She looked up at him, blushing. Her cute face. Wide amber eyes. Button nose. Luscious pink lips. Then she felt something big and hard poking underneath.