Bad Back - Part 1

I was running late and yelling at the big rig in front of me to get some balls and throw the left turn.

“What are you waiting for,” I was about to lean on the horn, “an engraved invitation?” 

Finally he lumbered through the intersection and I followed in the shadow, hoping the red-light camera wouldn’t see me behind his massive trailer.  With my foot on the gas I cut the corner tight and dashed in to the parking lot ahead of him, knowing that his size would block the 2^nd half of the parking lot until the bread was unloaded into the massive wholesaler next to the gym. 

I parked and locked and ran past Katy at the front desk, giving her a smile and a wave but no conversation.  That hadn’t gone well last time and our one and only date was fading into the “bad choices” file.. 

With my locker locked and my water bottle full I ran to the aerobics room.  I liked her class, but she was the reason I showed up every Monday morning.  About 5’8” and 120 pounds of muscle, she commanded the room with the sweetest voice and a body to kill for. 

I would try and describe her but then I’d just sound like a horny lap dog, and though that may be true, I don’t want to sound like it.  I can say that from her strong calves to her perfectly shaped ass, her athletically curvy chest, and her impossibly cheery morning smile, she was stunning.

I could tell that something was wrong a few seconds in to class.  She wasn’t moving much and when she thought we were busy stretching or lunging she grimaced and held on to the stereo cabinet.  I can’t believe she made it all the way through class.  As the class filtered out, I put away her risers, step, weights, and floor mat.  When I came back over to talk to her she put her arm around my shoulders and gasped, “You have to take me home, everything hurts.”

She had thrown her back out arranging the weight rack right before class and couldn’t get anyone on the phone to replace her.  She hid the pain from most of the class, oblivious little idiots all of them, but now it was time to let go of the mask and tears came to her eyes.

She put her arm further around my neck and I lifted her off the floor, my arms under her back and behind her knees.  She was hot and sweaty just from the yelling, and her slick skin required a strong hold to keep her from slipping.  She felt good against my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I took her out the side door to avoid the spectacle of the fallen aerobics teacher.  She probably could have walked but it felt better to carry her as we slipped in to the employee parking lot.....