I didn’t have much time between Sarah and Cindy. Maybe 6 hours. After a quick lunch, I smoked a little bud and took a luxurious nap on my sex-covered sheets. I woke up feeling refreshed and went for a quick workout.
I’m not a gym rat, but I workout to relieve stress and keep my life balanced. That, and to stave off a beer gut for as long as possible. I’m not “ripped,” but my abs are toned. A vein runs down my left bicep. I’m strong; I can deadlift and squat upwards of 400lbs. I have two faded tattoos. A scruffy face with short brown hair. I have some Cuban in me, so I stay just darker than most, throughout the year. My chest hair is trimmed, my stomach to my balls: smooth. My dick is cut, just above average in length, and average girth. I usually get compliments on my abilities in the sack.
As I got out of the shower after the gym, I gave myself a little smirk in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
One the way to Cindy’s I grabbed some beer. We were headed to the bars later and I wanted to pregame a bit.