My First Trainer

Riley steps on the scale each morning and the number makes her pause, yet she still shows up at the gym eager for the motion her small, developing body craves. When Samantha Rone arrives for her usual early slot, both girls freeze in surprise; Riley never trains this early. Samantha knows only dumbbells and the treadmill. Riley promises to build her something better. They move through deadlifts, bicycle crunches, planks, Riley correcting her stance, fingers brushing bare skin. Sweat gathers along Samantha’s collarbones. Riley watches the clean line of her spine and feels heat pool low in her belly. The final stretch turns into closeness neither planned. Their mouths meet. Tongues slide, tentative, then hungry. Riley’s hand slips beneath Samantha’s waistband, finds slick heat; Samantha mirrors her, gasping at the wet silk between Riley’s thighs. Clothes drop in damp heaps. They lick and suck at small, tightening nipples, at the soft folds now bare and flushed. Riley has two fingers working inside Samantha when the phone rings across the mat. Her mother’s name lights the screen. Samantha reaches for it; Riley catches her wrist and kisses her harder, tongue fucking her mouth while her thumb circles the swollen clit. Another ring. Another low moan swallowed between them. Neither pulls away.