The Do Over

A couple of days later, I walked into the Wellness Center. I had to give Chris credit. The gym was truly an amazing establishment. The service was phenomenal.

A perky, and might I add, little goddess greeted me. "Good evening, Mr. Marin. So glad you could join us this evening."

"Hello, Stephanie," I responded. How could I not see her name on her huge rack?

She leaned her tits over the counter, just begging me to sample. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, please let me know. Service is our number-one priority." She winked at me as I walked away to the locker room to change.

I wasn't interested in any women besides Daniela, so her offer did nothing for me.

I'd never been a manwhore, and I wasn't about to start. In this day and age, with all the diseases out there, I couldn't be too careful. This was a lesson my father had pounded into my head. I needed to keep my dick clean. It was important to know the female I was f*cking. I took it very seriously. I had always been monogamous. This virtue didn't mean that I didn't enjoy a little flirting. I had to admit that I liked turning on women. I liked flirting with them. I liked seeing a woman's pupils dilate, her pulse quicken, and her nipples harden. Shit, I didn't even have to lay a finger on them. I'd go home with a boner and get f*cked. It was win-win all around.

According to Madison, this behavior was unappealing to women. I begged to differ, considering the fact that I had never once had any complaints from any women. Sure, some of them called me an a*shole, but face it, they were hot and bothered and got pleasure out of it. So, why am I an a*shole? Because I didn't want to f*ck some bitch in a public bathroom since she'd creamed her panties from something I might have said or from some look I might have given her? I think Madison needed to work on her theory with women in general. She did, however, have a point when it came to Daniela. She was in a different league altogether.

That reminded me of how Daniela and I'd met. I had a sale's meeting at the hospital she worked at as a nurse. I was early so I decided to grab a snack at the café while I waited. As I walked in, I noticed this brunette with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, reading on a tablet. I'd seen her before, but she always ignored me. I came up to her table and took a seat. She looked up at me and then looked back down at whatever she was reading. She was a challenge.

Before her break was over, I knew her name, got her to laugh, and put that tablet down. I'd loved flirting with her, and I could tell she'd loved it, too. It was that she-doth-protest-too-much thing. I'd worn her down eventually. The rest was history.

That was Madison's strategy. I had to wear Daniela down until she realized what she'd known all along—that we belonged together.

A towel smacked me across the back, interrupting my thoughts.

"F*ck," I yelled.

"I was just bringing you back to this planet," Chris said, snapping the towel again.

"Lighten up, a*shole. I was meditating. Madison suggested I take up yoga. She says it'll help me relax," I f*cking lied my ass off to Chris.

"Don't tell me that. Please. I can't handle two of my friends turning into pussies."

"I'm very secure in my masculinity. Trust me, I've never had any complaints."

"What's up with Madison? First the X-rated show at Martini Bar and now yoga?"

"Chris, has anyone ever told you that you're an ass wipe?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, but only my close friends."

"So, who's the other p-ssy?" I asked.

"I'm ready to buy Lucas a box of tampons."

I could tell Chris was jealous. Hell, I was jealous, too. That motherf*cker wasn't a p-ssy. He just had access to mine, and it was starting to f*cking piss me off.