Getting out of the house and actually trying to make a positive change in my life was no easy task. But after looking at myself in the mirror and the scale too many times, it was too much to bear. I knew I had the potential to look good, so, I had to make it a reality.
My first visit to the gym was... intimidating. I was self-conscious about my looks, and being surrounded by these huge guys, and some girls, that could snap my neck in a second just for fun sent a shiver down my spine.
But that all disappeared when I met Matt, my gym instructor. Although he looks like he eats steroids for breakfast, and testosterone for an afternoon snack, he's about as intimidating as a kindergarten teacher reading a nap-time story to the class. His voice and overall presence gives you the same feeling as eating a hot-fudge sundae, whenever he talks, you feel like you could listen to him for hours, but you always feel safe whenever you're near him, like he's your bodyguard.
Not to mention, he's a fabulous teacher, I had never really "exercised" before, but after being with him for a day or two I was already getting the hang of it.
After a few months, I was already seeing noticeable improvements. I was never morbidly obese or anything like that, but losing weight while gaining muscle was already making me feel more confident in my body. Not only that, but I was also making a connection with my instructor, Matt. We really seemed to click whenever we interacted, and it slowly made me realize that I was attracted to him. Well, I was already attracted to him, but I mean more in his personality.
One day, after a particularly hard day of training, Matt started to give me a weird look, like there was something on my face.
"What's up? Something wrong?" I asked him. He snapped out of his distraction to look at me. "Oh, sorry..." He replied, looking away. He didn't answer my question, so I pushed further for an answer. "You seem upset... What's the matter?" He sighed, unsure if he should say what he was thinking. He stood up from the floor, walking over to me. The closer he got, the more you tell the height difference between us, I was maybe 5'10", and he was at least 6'4" he looked down at me smiling, and a seductive grin began to creep across his face. "I've been wanting to fuck you ever since we've met." He said, bluntly.
I felt my cheeks turn beet red, there was something different about him obviously, but it felt like something primal switched on in his brain, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. Somehow, I felt something build up in my chest, as it moved up my throat and out of my mouth, "Me too." I replied without thinking.
"Let's go to the private training room in the back." He said, guiding my hand.