Hit Me Harder!

My life started to constantly turn around the task of finding Ashley. The obsession about my dream muscular goddess became so absorbing, that I was barely thinking about anything else. Literally 16 hours per day, Ashley occupied my mind. And also, I often had dreams about her at night. There was no turning back for me. I had to find her or my head would explode like a puffball.

Of course, I was working on my ‘so called plan’, I continued to work out at THAT gym, trying different hours and days, checking out all personal trainers available there, sitting in front of the gym for some time before and after workouts, walking around, watching cars parked near the building, etc… Yeah. I know that sounds insane, but I couldn’t help myself. I was so desperate to find her.

I’ve become super observant and vigilant. When I was doing my exercises at the gym, my head was rotating at almost 360 degrees, like an owl. I tried to keep an eye on every entrance, at the lounge, at the reception, everywhere. Someone could say that I was under the influence of some super strong stimulants, because my eyes were unnaturally fast, inspecting every possible direction.

When I was walking in the street, I was aware of whom I was passing by, who was on the other side of the street, who was driving which car. Endlessly looking for blonde hair and a huge muscular frame. Probably every commander in the army or police commissioner or CIA recruiter would like a soldier, policeman or agent so alert and perceptive as I was. If I could have, I would have spent hours at the Space Needle with binoculars, to keep an eye on what’s going with muscular Ashleys in Seattle. That’s how crazily obsessed I became. But back then it looked like a perfectly normal way to achieve my goal.

Every day when I had to be at work, I considered this time as wasted. I was dying inside from a burning desire to look for Ashley. My mind was focused completely on this one task, 24/7, and every different thought was highly unwelcome. I was aware that the longer my searches would last, the more severely it would impact my sanity. But it was too late for retreating. I was sunk ear deep in this obsession and only Ashley could have brought any rescue for me… or have destroyed me into dust.

A new routine appeared in my life after meeting Ashley. Every evening, I sat with my computer on the couch and I was watching stuff involving female bodybuilders. Photos, erotic acts, interviews, contest show, workout videos and even… porn. Everything with muscular girls. The main goal was trying to track Ashley down, but I would lie, if I’d tell that it was the only reason. I simply got fascinated by huge and strong women. It was something new and so exciting, that it sucked me in, similar to what a whirlpool would do. Of course, the box of tissues became my first needed product, if you know what I mean.

But I was trying to learn that sport, get some knowledge about this world, in which my “crush” lives. Yeah, I called Ashley my crush, I was daydreaming about her and me on a daily basis. And yes, I knew that collision between my fantasies and reality, may be the killer for all my hopes. But what could I do?

When I was inside a gym, I was behaving like a meerkat, walking, stopping for a moment, nervously scouting the perimeter for the possibility of spotting blonde muscular girls and then continuing walking. A total psychosis. To be honest, that was mentally and physically exhausting, I felt like a deflated ball after a day. But the next day I was behaving exactly the same, with new hopes and enthusiasm.

I started to spend more hours at the gym than before, which obviously wasn’t bad in any way, I’ve gained two pounds of clean muscles, I felt stronger. But there was no trace of Ashley in the gym where we met that morning…

After three weeks, I decided to check other fitness clubs from the list I made earlier. It wasn’t an easy decision, because I was asking myself, what if Ashley will show up at that gym just the day after I start to check out other clubs. That was tricking my mind as hell.

But I had a plan, I wanted to visit the five biggest and most known gyms in Seattle, each for at least three or four days, in different hours. Fortunately, I have a flexible schedule at work and I don’t need to be in the office every day, as long as my work is done at home. That allowed me to continue my crazy searches.

So, I went to the first club, probably the biggest and well-known gym in Seattle, and spent multiple hours there during a few days. Pointlessly…

There was no ‘my’ Ashley, I even asked about her at the reception, but the chick working there just looked at me as if I was a weirdo. After four days I crossed out this gym from the list and chose another.

The second one was the most promising, because there was working ‘Ashley without photo’ as personal trainer, this one who had the info in her profile about being a bodybuilder, powerlifter and nutrition coach. I wrote about her the last time, remember? So, it’s obvious that I was excited. But all my hopes were ruined on the first day there. I asked about that Ashley and someone introduced me to her. Ok, that was a female bodybuilder, quite a massive one, buy not ‘my’ Ashley. It was a woman in her mid-forties, even closer to fifties. Short hair, brown eyes, very average, not to say an unattractive face. She had big arms and a wide back, but not close to the muscularity level of ‘my’ Ashley. Not to mention that she wasn’t even as attractive and beautiful as ‘my’ Ashley. She was nice and talkative, but she couldn’t help me. Second gym crossed out…

The third gym was a total failure, there was not a single female during those four days’ trial. Only guys, mostly grouped in one band of stupid and loud meatheads, who were discouraging any normal people from attending that gym. I believe that I saw one girl, really only one, who was trying to do her workout in the furthest, deepest corner of the gym, clearly daunted by those morons. And I am sure that she wouldn’t show up there ever again. Of course, I could imagine Ashley barging there and humiliating every one of these muscle dorks, but I just had a hunch that it wasn’t her gym.

Visiting the fourth gym also didn’t bring any results. It was a huge club with plenty of members, the main gym was really giant. But I did my research and asked about Ashley in every possible place there. They also had some kind of ‘hall of fame’ on their website, where they posted photos of famous people from the bodybuilding world who were training there. Ashley wasn’t among them and as I assumed, with her body and facial beauty, she had to have some recognizability and fanbase (although I still couldn’t figure out why I hadn’t found any trail of Ashley on the net), so the gym managers would for sure post her pics on their website. Of course, my assumptions could be totally wrong, but I was nearly sure that they weren’t. The fourth gym was also crossed out from the list, but I kept it as a backup plan, in case every other option would fail.

I wasted almost two and half weeks for the last four gyms, so I didn’t have big hopes before checking the fifth. And my hunch was correct, there also I couldn’t find Ashley and no one from the employees didn’t hear about her in any way. I was disappointed and tired…

But I found something comforting in that gym… someone to be correct. It was another muscular chick! Pale girl with raven black hair, probably 23-24 years old, quite short, but… she was jacked! Again, she wasn’t near the body mass of ‘my’ Ashley, but her guns, thighs and back were impressive. Watching her workouts was in some way palliating for my inner pain, but as I said earlier, only a little. First of all, my crush on Ashley was as huge as before and secondly… this girl had a boyfriend and he was training with her. A huge guy, very muscular, but not ripped like a bodybuilder, although strong as an ogre, as I could see from the weights he was lifting. He was doing almost only bench press, deadlifts and squats. For sure he had to be a powerlifter.

Before I realized that this girl was in a relationship, I thought that… maybe, just maybe, if I fail at looking for Ashley, I could try to pick up this dark-haired girl. But her giant boyfriend discouraged me just by his appearance. Nevertheless, this shows perfectly how Ashley changed me. I was thinking about picking up girls with muscles! I had never done this before.

So, my plan failed at that moment, I had spent multiple hours in five different fitness clubs, spent a serious amount of money on gym cards and everything was in vain. Fuck!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

I had a feeling as if my favorite tv series was shut down and never aired again. But it was a billion times sadder. I began to resign myself to the possibility of not seeing Ashley again. It was heart wrecking. I had invested so much energy to find her! An empty shell, that’s what was left of me.

To be viciously realistic, I was naive with this whole plan and search. I truly believed that I would find Ashley in one of these gyms, but there were so many variables I didn’t take or didn’t want to take under consideration.

She might live elsewhere. She might have been in Seattle only for one day and we miraculously met. She might have told me a fake name. She might had fuck me as a one-time quickie and never thought about me again. She might have a boyfriend. She might be created by my imagination, while I’m really in a coma. I MAY NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!

Such a perspective was ripping my heart out. I took a break from workouts for a few days. First of all, I was depressed and didn’t have any special motivation for training. Secondly, I was really tired physically, nearly drained, after all I was sitting in those gyms and lifting weights for more than a month without a break. And thirdly, I had to focus on work, not only because I wanted to occupy my mind, but I also had tons of stuff at the office and deadlines hanging above my head like an axe. Those last few days I had spent walking in total zombie mode, without much thinking about anything.

After that break, I decided to come back to the gym where I originally met Ashley. But this time I hadn’t high hopes of finding her, I just wanted to continue my workout routine and frankly, that gym was simply located the closest to my flat. That was the main reason for coming back there. A fragment of hope was still smoldering deep in my mind, but I couldn’t allow it to grow, because that obsession cost me too much mental exhaustion in the last month and a half. I determined that even if I won’t meet Ashley again, I will appreciate what happened between us as the best sexual experience in my life. As a life-changing event. Because it truly changed me.

Yeah, someone could say, that I was thinking only with my dick and that sex isn’t the most important thing, which is of course true, but meeting Ashley showed me what kind of woman I desired deeply in my heart. Not only muscular or physically strong, but also mentally, confident, bold, knowing what they want and not being afraid of going for it. And Ashley in my eyes was exactly this kind of woman. Obviously, it all could be figments of my obsessed imagination, written down it doesn’t sound so smart like in my thoughts, but that was my mental state at that time.

Even if I want it or not, I had to come back to normal life, to my daily stuff, to my fucking common sense. It meant back to solid work, back to normal training, back to social life.

Due to my ‘searches’ and long strength workouts, my muscles were really weary and strained, so I wanted to give them a break and do some cardio workouts just for variety. Spinning cycling class was my choice for lighter training, which would allow me to regenerate muscles, at least a bit.

Classes were on Fridays’ evening, an hour after my work, exactly enough time for me to drive from the office to the club, change clothes and I even had some spare time for a snack or reading a book.

On Friday, I left the office a little bit earlier, because I was afraid of the traffic, but driving took me less time than I had estimated. It was almost as if Seattle wanted to give me space for my grief and depression. I had a few unexpected extra minutes before cycling, so I bought a snack, some protein bar, and was slowly loitering near the reception and lounge. There were plenty of people, going in and out, buying gym cards, sitting, talking, doing what people do before or after a workout.

If I had been super observant those few weeks ago, now I was completely the opposite. I was lost in thought, unaware of the environment surrounding me. Before the spinning cycling, I was thinking, naturally, about Ashley, but not with hopes of seeing her, but rather with sadness and disappointment, that it won’t happen again. I wondered if I had any chance to find a girl at least similar to Ashley, muscular and strong. Mindlessly wandering around the lounge, I stopped in front of a board displaying news about the gym, and started reading some of them, although none of it was interesting for me, I was just trying to kill time.

I was just about to bite a bar… when all of a sudden, I felt someone slap me on the ass! It wasn’t painful, but quite hard and definitely loud, like a cannon shot. The sound of that slap was perfectly hearable in the whole gym. I was turning with fury, ready to punch this idiot, but when I saw who spanked me, my brain had a critical error and froze.

IT WAS ASHLEY!!!!

“What’s up Danny? Where have you been for so long?” In front of me was standing my crush, my mistress, my dream, smiling with a mixture of pretended innocence and mischievous sparkles. She was so beautiful!

Ashley was wearing a tight pink t-shirt, so tight that it was covering her voluptuous body like a second skin. The sleeves were short, ending at one third of her enormous and veiny biceps. It looked as if she could tear the material if she decided to flex these muscles. The t-shirt was stretched to its maximum on her big tits and there was a writing ‘dare me’. That message combined with her huge muscle mass, was provocative and intimidating as hell. The ‘r’ letter in the word ‘dare’ could be read also like a ‘t’, which would have an even more intriguing meaning. Especially for me – ‘date me’.

She had white trousers, also tight and highlighting her huge thighs. Her giant quads were threatening to rip the material apart, due to their volume and thickness. Putting these trousers on her unbelievable muscular legs had to be a time-consuming task! I couldn’t see her butt, because she was facing me, but I could bet my life that her ass looked amazing and curvy in those trousers. Ashley was wearing fancy sandals, exposing her nicely shaped feet with pink painted toenails.

She looked phenomenal! I saw her for the second time in my life, but I was sure that she is very thorough and smart in choosing her clothes. Every part of what she was wearing was perfectly matching, not only her facial beauty and magnificent body, but also her character and attitude. This t-shirt with its provocative writing, the sexy trousers highlighting the incredible curves of her muscles, her toenails painted with the same color of her t-shirt. Her clothes were casual, but seductive, bold and simply sexy.

“Ashley! Hi! How are you doing?” I was almost yelling like someone deaf, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.God, I will embarrass myself like a moron… – I thought fast as if lightning struck me inwardly. I felt so unprepared to talk with her, she caught me off guard. I was waiting for that opportunity for so long, I spent hours on thinking, planning, roleplaying this talk in my head and yet she appeared in front of me and I already broke in a million pieces.Focus, you dumb moron, focus!

“All good!” She answered and looked at me inquiringly. “Wow, hard glutes, Danny, are you lifting some weights?” She winked, taunting.

I haven’t seen Ashley for almost two months and… she looked bigger than before! Her cheeks were a little bit fuller, her shoulders visibly larger and wider. It reminded me that during our first encounter, she mentioned that her biceps are smaller, because she had been on a diet! God damn, so she was so huge then and can be even bigger?

“Uhm… yeah, I’ve been working out a little bit.” I laughed nervously.Now! Tell her what you want now, Daniel! – I encouraged myself to say, “I was looki…”

“I was looking for you, Danny.” She interrupted me and said exactly what I was about to say.

“Really? What do you mean?” I asked surprised.Wow, she was looking for me? My excitement level just launched into space!

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“Yes, I was trying to find you here, but you apparently disappeared somewhere.” Her face became really serious and it unsettled me a little. “I was out of town for two weeks after we met, but then I found out… something… and just had to find you again, but you weren’t here.”

“What’s the matter? What did you find out?” I had a paralyzing thought, that she found out somehow, that I was trying to stalk her out and now she wants to confront me and whoop my ass.

“I don’t know how to say it, so I’ll say this straight… I am pregnant, Danny, and you are certainly the father…” She said that looking directly into my eyes and her beautiful eyes were grave. Deadly serious.

“Wha… what?” I stuttered in deep shock. “But how?”

“How? That’s what happens when a man is putting his semen into a woman, Danny. Which grade did you have in biology, silly? You shot inside me, don’t you remember?”

“Oh fuck!” She was right, she was fucking right, oh stupid fucking me!

“Will you take responsibility for this baby?” She asked me with a stern voice.

“Oh my god… Yes, of course, I am sorry, I am just so surprised!” I was muttering and holding my head. Everything I was dreaming of just collapsed like a house of cards! I felt like someone hit me in the head with a big object…

Ashley was looking at me with a serious expression, but something seemed off. She had an expression like someone who is on the verge of sneezing and trying to prevent it. After a while she burst into tears, laughing crazily!

“Holy shit, you should see your face!” She was literally crying from laughing. “I am kidding babe, hahaha, fuck, I almost peeing myself from laughing!”

“Oh my god!” I was still shocked and a little mad at her, but her laugh was contagious, so I started to laugh also. “You got me, girl! Fuck, I was so shocked!”

“Hahaha, I am sorry Danny, I just couldn’t help myself!” Ashley was calming down, but still giggling with tears in her eyes. “Don’t be mad at me, hehehe!” She heartily clapped me on the shoulder.

“I am not, but it was cruel! You were so serious!”

“Yeah, I know, forgive me.”What a manipulative troll she is! But a cute one. She was a master at confusing me, although I almost already fell for her… “But I interrupted you, what were you saying?” Her sweet voice woke me up from daydreaming.

“Eeer, yes, I wanted to tell you… that I was actually looking for you… for real.”

“Oh, really?” She got more interested and stepped closer. Her tits were virtually pressing against my chest. She was so close, I wanted to kiss her, touch her, yet I was a bundle of nerves and had troubles with phrasing even the simplest sentences. Ashley, on the contrary, was behaving very natural and comfortable, almost like she treated an absolutely normal situation, in which she speaks with a guy for the second time in her life and with the same guy she had sex at the first encounter. How was she doing that? “Why did you want to find me?”

“I just wanted to see you again…” I started to stammer, “I was thinking… about you… uhm… and… I was wondering… if maybe you will agree… eeer… to go out with me somewhere? Maybe on dinner… or even just for walk?” Fuck, I had to sound like a retarded monkey, but Ashley affected me in a way no other woman ever did. She was listening to my gibberish with a trail of amusement on her gorgeous face.