I was 27 at the time when I met Dylan at the gym. He was an amazingly hot muscular jock. He was at the gym pretty much every time I was there and we caught each other’s glances often.
He always hit on me, I always rejected his advances. Mostly because I was shy. I was the shy, nerdy girl, not used to that kind of attention, especially from a guy that attractive. Besides, I had a long distance boyfriend at the time (which wasn’t really working out – shocker).
I started opening up to Dylan more over time and we got very comfortable chatting with each other. We always had a flirty back and forth kind of quippy vibe, but at the same time he always seemed to keep things cool and not pushy or creepy. It made me comfortable enough to open up to him about my waning relationship. He was a good listener and always had great advice.
He started to saturate my naughty private time. “What would it be like to fuck Dylan?”, I often wondered.