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“Well I think you trounced everybody here. You should consider my boot camp if you really want to get your ass kicked.”

Firming up her posterior was one of her stated goals. Erik’s boot camp certainly couldn’t be harder than the obstacle course she ran last week. Trixie was pleasantly surprised at how friendly Erik was being. She wasn’t sensing any bad blood between them at all. Running with that goodwill, she decided to test the waters sooner than planned.

“I’m actually glad you’re still a fitness instructor. It made you easy to find.”

“Oh?” Erik immediately looked hopeful. He never was very good at playing it cool, but she liked transparency in men. Guessing games were so tiresome.

“I got to thinking about my life lately, how I’ve treated men in general, and you came to mind. It occurred to me that I owe you an apology.”

Erik looked flabbergasted at the notion, but before he could say anything Trixie took a step closer and placed a hand lightly on his chest. He was like touching the marbled edifice of a statue, except warmer. The man heaved with strength, even in stillness.

“I cycle through men quickly, because, well… you’ve experienced my detonation first hand. Most men are put off by it, and that’s made me more than a little jaded. While some may have deserved my breeziness, I definitely bullrushed through a few them too quickly, like you. People who deserved more of a chance than I gave them before moving on.”

Erik touched Trixie’s hand, covering it completely beneath his own enormous paw.

“Trixie, please. I have few regrets, but whatever I did, or said, or didn’t say… after you detonated, is one of them. That was the first time I’ve ever experienced so much quantity from a woman. It took me by surprise. I know what happened now, but I didn’t back then. That’s my failing, not yours.”

She couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Erik had thought about this speech beforehand, even prepared it a little. He was being completely earnest. She tried to lighten the mood a little.

“You make it sound as if you researched the subject!”

“Um…”

“What? You did?” she asked incredulously.

“Mostly online, but I spoke with some clients of mine too. Doctors. I never mentioned names, but I did learn that fluid like yours is perfectly normal. Rare perhaps, but not unusual.”

Trixie was convinced. She had moved on too soon from Erik. There was more to him than she had ever taken seriously. After rationalizing that most men simply couldn’t handle her squirting orgasm, she had gotten good at ignoring their feelings precisely so she could move on quickly, avoiding disappointment or rejection. It had made it easy to hop from one bed to another in search of a guy who could handle her explosion, but had she ever lingered long enough to find out if any of them might turn into a viable candidate?

Also, if she was being honest with herself, Trixie really loved sex, and not infrequently. Had she always been that way? It felt like she couldn’t get enough most days. Why else was she here stirring up old feelings for Erik when she knew Cy would be back two weekends from now? The problem was that two weekends felt like an eternity. Whether her appetite was the product of how amazing her orgasms felt, or her orgasms were the product of an appetite that she had always fed, Trixie couldn’t be sure.

Either way, it didn’t matter at this moment. What she was feeling towards Erik was immediate, and moist, and new. A mixture of desire and empathy at the same time. She wanted to undo the damage she wrought. She wanted to fix him. Trixie reached up to touch his face affectionately, but the gesture seemed to launch Erik into a nervous speech.

“When I saw you walk into the class, I thought maybe you weren’t aware that I taught it. I considered saying nothing, but there was still so much I’ve wanted to say. I needed to know if you came here by accident or on purpose, but then you revealed this newly forged version of yourself, and you look amazing, and you did those exercises like they were nothing…”

Erik was starting to ramble. Her standing here, touching his face, was blowing his mind a little. She got that. Trixie was done talking now, but had only started blowing his mind. She acted without thinking.

Reaching up around his neck, she angled her head up, and pulled him down into a kiss while pressing her entire body against his gigantic frame, dropping her possessions on the floor. For such a large man, he gave her no resistance whatsoever. His hands encircled her waist.

“Trixie--” he whispered after the kiss, wanting to say more.

“It takes more than an hour of cross-training to wear me out. My blood hasn’t even began to boil yet.”

Erik stopped talking.

3. Firecracker Gone Astray

“Do you have any other rooms in this place?” she asked.

Erik swept her up in his arms as if she were a bird. It felt like she was five feet off the ground. Trixie kissed him as he walked them out of the room. His lips were so full. She had forgotten about that.

The adjoining space was a change room, but there was only one. No division of the sexes. There was nobody around since Erik ushered them all out the front door, but there were definitely men and woman in his class.

“Co-ed change room?”

Erik nodded. “Only if people feel comfortable using it.”

The room was filled with the humid smell of cedar wood from a sauna.

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