Bulge

Nadia had a new routine. Woke up at six. Made breakfast for Greg and kissed him off to work at seven.

Then she got ready to teach her morning class at nine. She arrived at the gym. Had coffee with the secretary Mr Jones who talked about his daughters going to law school and the police academy. He was so proud. Nadia couldn’t wait to be a mom.

She had her classes. Then coffee with Mark at 2 pm.

She didn’t know that Mark was so interesting. He had a degree in sports science and funnily enough psychology. She expected him to be a bone-head gym bro. But they had really thoughtful conversations.

“I do have this inner monologue in my mind… makes me anxious sometimes,” Nadia said, sipping on her latte.

“There is a term for that inner monologue… It’s called your super ego…” he said.

“Super ego?” She laughed.

“Yeah Freud was dramatic like that,” he laughed, “But basically it’s like having an annoying gym coach in your head — harder! Don’t be a baby!”

She laughed, “I doubt you’ve ever called anyone a baby… You are too… nice…”

Mark smiled. Her eyes were so pretty. Amber. He felt himself prick up a bit down there. He looked at her boobs suffocating underneath her blouse. He looked away. She didn’t seem to notice.

His mind was saying abort. His heart was unsure. His dick was finding any excuse to pin her to the wall and fuck her senseless.

Nadia dropped her phone under the table. She went to retrieve it when she noticed something. Mark. He was rock hard. His enormous bulge poked out through his gym shorts. She blushed. It was so… big… She shook her head and climbed out.

“Got it,” she said, showing her phone with a cheesy smile. Her face, pink.