Chapter 3

It seemed like the next week dragged on forever.

The workdays lasted four thousand hours. The meals lasted for days. I lay awake for hours some night, thinking about May.

On Saturday, I had a long run – 12 miles, which again seemed to last forever. I could not get into a groove, but I got it done.

May and I agreed to meet at one of the recreational trail’s many trailheads, a parking lot at a nearby golf course. It was only a half mile from my house to the trailhead, but once again, it seemed like the longest walk in the world.

I had not seen her since that second morning, and the negativity kept creeping into my brain. What if she did not show up? What if she changed her mind? What if she met someone better? Hell, I was not special – of COURSE she met someone better! What if she got scared, told someone, and the cops were waiting for me?

The driveway leading to the parking lot is on a downhill slope – I could see her pacing in the parking lot the moment I started the descent. She gave me a huge smile and hugged me when I approached.

“I’ve only run a little bit in my life,” she said. “And nothing like you. So, I probably won’t be fast, and we might have to walk a lot. And I don’t know how far I can go.”

“How does two miles sound?” I asked with a smile.

“A lot,” she said quickly, then paused. “But it might not be bad. We might have to walk a couple of times, though.”

“Walking is all right with me,” I said. “I do it a lot on my runs. And I did it a lot when starting.”

We set out watches and started on an easy jog.

She was a little bit awkward but still had good form. “I’ve been watching some videos on how to run,” she said between deep breaths. “Sounds silly, I know.”

I shook my head. “I watch so many videos on running, it’s ridiculous,” I answered.

“I don’t feel so bad,” she said between deep breaths.

I slowed down a little bit. She slowed with me. “For an easy run like this,” I explained. “It is best to run at a pace where we can talk comfortably and casually while still running. How does this feel for you?”

“Not too bad,” she said. “I guess I have to teach my feelings not just to take off at how fast I THINK I should go.”

I nodded. “Finding different paces for different workouts can be tough. Sometimes during my easy runs, I go way too fast. Then my body breaks down too much, so I am going way too slow for what is supposed to be my fastest run. Many experienced runners have tough times finding their paces, so don’t feel too bad if it takes you a bit.”

“This feels pretty good right now, though,” she said.

As we ran silently for a few steps, I looked her over. She looked incredible. She wore an old T-shirt that she had ripped the sleeves off. The bottom had also been torn off a little bit, showing off her thin tummy.

Her shorts were a cute pink, loose-fitting, but noticeably short. She had pink shoes and pink socks on as well. I made some mental notes to get her a better running wardrobe before we went on too many runs.

The path ran between the golf course and the river and was a busy path. A couple of other runners were out there, as well, as were several walkers and some cyclists.

We ran past the golf course into a dip where the path bridged a small creek, then into a brief wooded area, where the course wound through the trees.

My watch gave me an alert.

“Congratulations, May,” I said. “You have run your first mile. Without stopping.”

She looked at her watch, just notifying her of the mile. “Really? Already?”

We slowed down to walk for a little bit. We were walking past a field now. The number of other people using the paved trail had decreased significantly.

“Do you run along here a lot?” May asked, looking around, her eyes resting on the nearby river.

I nodded. “Here, and I go the other way to Duke Park, or Treasure Island.”

She smiled. “I used to go to Duke often and play as a little girl. They have some good playground there!”

I smiled and nodded, suddenly remembering that she was still a child. Some of that doubt and second-guessing came into my mind. This was so wrong!

She stopped in the middle of the path and looked around.

There was nobody in sight.

She leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

I felt myself turning red a little bit.

She giggled.

She bit her lower lip like she always did when she was nervous. She looked to the ground, sliding the toe of one of her feet on the ground, drawing little indistinguishable pictures.

“You still wanna...?” She looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I tried to be as confident as possible. “But of course, sweetie!” I blurted out, my voice breaking. That did not sound confident.

She grinned. “Great!”

She took off in a dead run.

I tore off after her.

She lasted for more than a mile this time at an almost dead sprint. This was a good race pace for me, with my heart rate flying and my breath getting deeper.

But damn it, I wanted that little girl. And seeing that cutie run in front of me, knowing she wanted me to make it even harsher.

She finally slowed down a little bit at the driveway, this time heading uphill, but still we jogged, crossing the street, going down the block, and turning onto my street.

Both of our breaths were heavy, our bodies drenched in sweat. We ran, pacing each other perfectly, and our footsteps hit the pavement in almost perfect unison. We were not going at the dead sprint we had hit five minutes ago, but we were still going at an excellent tempo pace.

Without breaking our strides, we turned onto the street at my block that led to the garage and entered the garage. I was glad I had turned on the air conditioner before leaving.

I was sure Hubby was still asleep. He would be for several hours. Shelly had spent the night at a friend’s house.

May took a quick look around the garage, then turned to me with a big grin.

“I see you put in a mirror,” she said, motioning towards the full-length mirror I had leaning against one of the walls.

I nodded. “We got it a while ago but never put it up. I decided to use it to check out my yoga poses.”

She nodded, still looking around.

We were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

“That was a good workout...” I started.

But May quickly wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her lips to mine.

With a deep sigh, I welcomed her lips, wrapping my arms around her, sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth.

From both our passion and our workout, our breaths were heavy as we kissed, tongues wrestling, hands sliding over sweaty bodies.

May broke our kiss with a huge gasp, looking at me, lust in her eyes, pulling her shirt over her head, unsnapping her bra (I made a mental note to get her a sports bra), and sliding off her pink shorts. She stood in front of me, naked save for her pink shoes and socks.

In answer, I took off my sports bra and slid out of my shorts, standing before her naked.

“I want to eat your pussy so bad right now, June,” she breathed heavily. “Please let me eat your cunt.”

Heart racing (still a bit from the run, a lot from the passion), I lay on the bed, spreading my legs for her.

Wordlessly, she climbed between my legs, covering my vagina with hungry kisses, her hands on each of my hips.

With youthful passion, she began licking me furiously, breathing heavily as she did so, her face turning redder.

My body trembled at her touch; my breath labored from the run. I opened my legs more to her touch, gasping in delight as her tongue explored me with her youthful lust.