Bouncy

Chapter One

Acacia

Thank whatever genius invented gray sweatpants and athletic shorts. Because they clearly had no inclination that their miraculous creation would show every inch of a well-endowed man.

I bite my lip as Callum stretches on the mat across the gym. Less than a minute until my favorite show in the world. I know it’s inappropriate to watch my boss as he does his morning workout, but I can’t stop staring, even if I am promised certain death for not turning away.

I haven’t always had a crush on him. It was like a switch was flipped one day and I can’t turn it off. It started when I noticed how nice his muscles bulged under the t-shirt when he worked the weights. He’d been teaching a private client a technique to prevent reinjury and went through the routine showing the client. I had stopped mid-conversation while on the phone, a strange throbbing happening in my undergarments that caused them to cling to me for the rest of the day. And then I nearly lost my toe when walking behind the treadmills and seeing how tight his backside is when he runs. But it was the jump rope that enthralled me, it was the jump rope that dickmatized me, as Malissa would say , to the point of my having an unhealthy obsession with Callum.

At first, I was impressed with how fast he could swing it, not missing a step. But when my gaze drifted downward, I nearly had a heart attack at the view. Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.

Then I couldn’t stop imagining him pushing that colossal thing inside me. I’ve never experienced what a penis feels like, and I couldn’t get his out of my mind. There is a part of me that knows the amount of times I think about sex isn’t normal for a person who has never had it before.

My mouth waters, imagining sucking on his pipe like a big popsicle. I want to devour it like I’m afraid it’s going to melt on a hot summer’s day. My horny thoughts come to a stop when he tosses the rope to the side, done jumping for the morning. He runs a hand through his dark, sweaty hair. It's shorter on the sides this time of year but the top is a good length that he pushes back with his fingers.

He lifts the bottom of his shirt, wiping the sweat off his forehead and giving us a peek at the glorious ridges of his stomach. A six pack that is more delicious than half a dozen fresh donuts. I would lick him like a dessert, every inch of that glistening skin. I let out a small whimper at the heat coursing between my legs and drenching my panties.

“Look away,” Malissa warns under her breath, and my attention goes to the computer I haven’t even turned on yet.

I blow out a shaky breath, give her a shy smile, and start my morning duties so we can begin welcoming members within the next ten minutes.

She drops into the chair next to me. Malissa usually double checks that the closing staff stocked all the locker rooms and put the cleaning bottles and towels around the equipment. They’ve never missed a night, but she has a thing about making sure.

‘Only takes one night and then we’re all fucked,’ she says every time I tease her about it. I’m pretty sure that’s a saying meant for being accidentally impregnated, but I never correct her.

I sneak another glance at Callum, trying to time how long I have before he stops by our desk to wish us a good morning. My heart is already beating erratically from the jump rope this morning. He doesn’t do it every day, but the days he does, I’m left more flustered than usual.

“You should just ask him out,” Malissa sighs.

My head snaps to her so fast, I’m concerned I broke my neck for a second. “Are you insane?”

Her eyebrows furrow with confusion. “What?”

“I can’t ask him out,” I hiss quietly at her, looking over my shoulder, ensuring he’s still across the room from us.

She huffs. “Why not?”

“Because… He’s all that and I’m me,” I tell her, waving a hand over my torso.

Malissa rolls her eyes. “Give me a break, Acacia. You have a killer body, big boobies and long, dark, silky hair to die for.”

A blush spreads across my face and down my neck. “I meant the fact that I’m a virgin and we’ve all seen the hook-up app on his phone. He’s not looking to sweep someone off their feet, he’s looking to… you know.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.”

I blink. “What?”

“You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,” she says, a faint smile curling on her lips is the only inclination that she’s not serious.

I’m stunned silent for a second, so she continues, “Bringing the al dente noodle to the spaghetti house.”

Slapping a hand over her mouth, I scrunch my nose. “Wouldn’t al dente make it limp?”

Her eyes widen and then her shoulders shake with laughter. Uncovering her mouth, I fall into giggles with her.

“Good morning, ladies.” The deep rumble of his voice has my back stiffening and I turn to clash with the bright blue of his eyes.

“Morning, Cal,” Malissa responds immediately while I’m stuck staring silently.

His attention slides to her temporarily, the small reprieve allowing me to gather myself.

“You two got everything ready? With the promotion of a free guest starting today, we should be fairly busy,” he asks.

I nod quickly, fidgeting with the pen to the right of my keyboard. “Yup, we got everything.” It’s a small victory that my voice doesn't tremble, but I know my cheeks are still burning red.

“Excellent. I know I can always count on you two. Let me know if you need anything,” he says, tapping his knuckle on the raised counter we’re sitting behind.

Malissa smiles. “Of course.”

Callum starts to walk to his back office up the stairs.

I raise my hand, waving in a jerky motion. “Have a nice dick—I mean day. Day! Oh my god.”

My face slams into my folded arms on the desk, my hair falling around me and shielding me from view. Bile rises up in my throat, embarrassment constricting the air in my lungs as my whole body heats from humiliation.

Malissa lets out a loud cackle before I feel her stroking my back. “He’s gone. He didn’t even look, probably didn’t want to embarrass you more.”

A sob hiccups out of me and she snickers. I peek out at her beneath my lifted elbow. “Type up my resignation. I quit.”

Thankfully the non-stop flow of members and their guests kept me busy enough throughout the morning that I had little time to focus on my Freudian slip. It also helped that Callum hadn’t bothered to come out front. I told myself that he was probably busy with members instead of avoiding me.

A book drops in front of me, making me startle with a yelp and squeeze my water bottle. It splashes all over my shirt, and I can feel the coldness of the drink seeping down to my bra. I toss the plastic to the side and pinch the wet material off my chest.

“Shit! My bad,” Malissa apologizes, grabbing one of the promo towels sitting behind us and tossing it to me. “Want one of the shirts instead?”

I attempt to dab off the excess water before giving in and grabbing the promo t-shirt. Glancing around, I pull mine off and quickly drag it over my head. Thankfully, we usually have a lull of members around lunch hours so the chance of accidentally flashing my tatas is minimal. I unclip my bra, dragging it off my arms under the shirt.

“Sorry,” she says sheepishly.

Settling back into my chair with a glare, I glance down at the book. “ Erin’s Imperfect Guide to Seducing a Man’s Willy and the Useless Organ in His Chest . Is this a real book?”

“Okay, hear me out,” Malissa says, laughter evident in her tone. “You can’t get any worse than what happened this morning. I walked down the street to that bookshop, DNF. The employee there, which… oh my god. Her name is Story and she sells stories, how fun is that?”

Smiling, I grab the book. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Anyway, I was browsing and I found this. I figured it would help with your little problem.”

My eyebrows scrunch. “My little problem?”

Malissa shrugs. “Well, I guess big problem because there’s nothing little about Callum’s—”

“Okay! I get it,” I interrupt her and flip to the first chapter. My eyes widen as I read the headline in disbelief. “Step One: Release Your Inner Wanton Goddess. Yeah, I don’t have a wanton goddess inside of me, considering I’ve never had anything inside me.”

Malissa shakes her head. “It’s not about experience, it’s about what we feel deep inside of us. You want Callum, don’t you?”

My cheeks burn and I look around. “Shhh. Could you have said that any louder?”

She waves her hand. “The only person who cares that you’re a virgin is you. Believe me, most guys view it as some kind of trophy. I bet Callum is just too nice of a guy to pursue you because your innocence is written all over your face.”

Malissa steps closer to me, tapping the cover of the book. “So you need to make it obvious that you don’t want him to be a gentleman, and this will do it.”

I glance down at the guide, uncertainty coursing through me. She leans down, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Now have a nice dick day and read it.”

She’s already leaping away with a laugh when I swat at her before turning back to the book. Maybe she’s right. It couldn’t make matters any worse.