Diet Another Day

Damien. As Damien's thrusts slowed to a circular after-milking, Hunter grabbed his arm. "My turn."
    Damien withdrew. Hunter positioned himself to mount Jessica as he was yanked back by the shoulders. "Stop!" Damien yelled. "No rubber. Are you crazy?"
    Hunter looked around in a fog, wondering where he'd left the box. He felt himself being spun around and pushed backwards onto the bed. Her hot lips clamped around his cock. The most exquisite tongue caressed his cock. It didn't take long to bring him to the brink.
    They lay still on the bed, sideways, the girl in the middle. Jessica fell fast asleep.
    * * *
    Miami Beach morphed into creepiness after midnight. The hotel was north of South Beach, where the road was still called Collins Avenue. If Jessica had been in the partying crowds in South Beach proper, where the road is called Washington Avenue, she wouldn't have been jumping at her shadow. She jogged her way to the Julia Tuttle Causeway and tried not looking over the bridge as two convertibles sped across, shaking the structure.
    All lights were out in the Jesuit dormitory building. Just the red glow of the emergency exit sign illuminated the stairwell. She used the small squeeze blue LCD light on her key chain to stumble up the musty stairs. Jumping as a commode flushed in the house mother's room, Jessica fled through the labyrinth to her room. Trying hard not to breathe, she used her little light to punch in the code.
    As she closed the door behind her, she winced at the wretched wedding of cigarettes and semen. Rosaleen sat up in bed, an orange glow illuminated her contraband.
    Rosaleen asked in a hoarse whisper, "Where on earth have you been? You could have called."
    "How? There aren't any phones and we're not allowed to carry our cells."
    "Are you all right?" Rosaleen asked.
    "From the smell of things, I'd say I'm just as all right as you." Jessica's chest was tightening with little pains. "Please put that thing out."
    "Fine." Rosaleen sniffed.
    Oh no, here come the tears. "What's wrong, Rosaleen?"
    "Dickie was here."
    No shit . "I didn't realize he was in the country."
    "He followed me. He wants to reconcile."
    "And so you did. What does this mean now? You're leaving in the morning?"
    "No." She blew her nose. Honked it like a fog horn. "He wants me to continue the program, since, after all, he's paid for it. He said he can already see results. He was so turned on by the new firmer me." Her voice lilted.
    After one day? This guy is in love. "That's wonderful, Rosaleen. I'm very happy for you."
    "Where've you been?"
    "The guy that I did the Heimlich maneuver on is a doctor. He's helping me out with a different diet and exercise program."
    "What kind?"
    Shit. No way do I want to let her in on this. She'll ruin it for me . "Basically the same, only just one hour of exercise per day."
    "But you won't lose weight like that, Jessie. No pain, no gain."
    "Sure I will. And I'm certainly not passing up the chance to spend more time with a hunkalicious eligible bachelor." Or two.
    "Oh, is it love at first sight? Dickie and I fell in love at first sight. Did I tell you the story…?" Rosaleen droned on.
    Yes, Rosaleen had cut and pasted that story into so many e-mails over the years, Jessica had it memorized. Love at first sight? Hmm…maybe, but which one? Damien rocked her world. But what secrets did Hunter's penis hold?
    "Beautiful story, Rosaleen. Very fairy tale-ish. I'm so happy to hear…" and smell—gross, "that you guys have made up. So, I guess you're gonna want some privacy? Does he have any problems sneaking around unnoticed?"
    "Oh, not my Dickie. He's as quiet as a mouse in the heather."
    Whatever heather sounded like. "Okay, then, here's the deal. Dickie can sleep here. I'll be at the hotel, in room forty-three seventeen. I'll show up at one activity each day. Something different. Actually, I might show up for one exercise and one meeting or prayer session or something. We'll gab then and catch up. And I promise I'll try my hardest not to cheat and we'll have the biggest weight loss of all the teams."
    "The Belinda Phoon ladies are cheating! They are purging on sugar free chocolate. They have false bottoms in their makeup cases." Rosaleen gossiped.
    "No!" Jessica said with great amusement. So the right and proper Belinda Phoon ladies have a little vice, do they? "That stuff isn't allowed because while it's low in carbs, it's high in calories! And I don't care what the boot camp guru claims, calories do