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Carla was your garden variety fitness lady. She had a body like a temple, strong, muscular, sexy. She was Hispanic, with tanned mocha skin. She had long dark hair she normally wore in a braided ponytail. Her breasts were thick C-cups, She sported six pack abs, muscles on her muscles, thick legs with a tight pussy, and a very round muscular ass. She was twenty-five; a very mature twenty-five at that, and a traveling fitness guru, raised in Santa Monica, California. Her twin sister Sonya was also into fitness, but stayed behind, as she liked the beach.

Carla found herself hotel hopping to around whichever gym would hire her for a short-term fitness coach contract, but, this got old, and she desired some place to call home.

She found herself in the Inland Empire, specifically the very corporate and suburban city of Rancho Cucamonga. She finally got a five year deal with a local successful gym, but, she lacked the massive security deposit needed to put down on an apartment. Fortunately for her, she was welcomed in by a client of hers: Morgan.

Morgan was a thirty-two year old blonde, with a regular ponytail. She sported a curvy body. She was a bit shorter than Carla, and lacked some of her muscle mass but was very fit and strong in her own right. She had piercing blue eyes, D-cup breasts, with an ass a bit thicker than Carla’s but, just not as muscular.

Morgan lived with her boyfriend: Giovanny, who went by Geo, specifically replacing the ‘I’ with an ‘E’ in the transition from actual name to nickname; he was also thirty-two. He was half white, half Hispanic, all nerd. He was a bit lanky, with thick glasses, and a messy curly mop of brown hair. His body needed some work, except for his lower section where his cock was long, while his ass was actually kind of thick and sexy.

Him and Morgan seemed to be an odd coupling, considering Morgan dedicated much of her time to fitness, and Geo dedicated much of his free time to gaming.

Anyway, Morgan was very taken in by Carla and her coaching techniques. She was so impressed when she casually stated about her living situation, Morgan happily threw in she and her boyfriend had a two bedroom apartment with the second bedroom unoccupied. While she barely knew Morgan, she was very sweet, not to mention smoking hot, and Carla was fit enough she figured she could get out of a jam should one arise.

Carla stopped by the apartment with her mini-van loaded with her personal affects. Morgan happily greeted her outside. “Hey!” She called.

“Hey.” Carla got out of the van, and gave her a big hug. “Thank you so much for this–and I’m paying rent. I don’t want to hear another word about it.” Carla insisted.

“If you insist. I’m just so happy, it’s been hard making friends as an adult, I’m sure you know? Besides, I really-really like the way you’ve helped me hone my skills in the gym, Carla.” Morgan explained.

Carla smiled, then sighed, she felt this was too good to be true. Carla pinched the bridge of her nose. She desperately had something kind of important Morgan should know.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Morgan, I’m really grateful for all this. And I totally said yes cause I was desperately trying to find some place to stay that doesn’t have an eleven-am checkout time, but…” she sighed. “I like women, and not gonna lie, you’re definitely my type–not that I would try anything, I know you have a boyfriend, just like…I do stare.”

Morgan smiled, and gave Carla a hug. “I’m flattered. Besides, my boyfriend would get wet thinking there’s the outside chance he’s getting a threesome–he’s wrong, by the way.” Morgan stated, grabbing a couple suitcases of Carla’s stuff.

“Unless he’s got a vagina in his pants, no thanks.” Carla insisted.

They lived in a second story apartment. Didn’t have much, the usual living room next to a dining room/kitchen area, two bedrooms off either side of the living room each with bathrooms. There was a balcony off to the side from the living room.

Geo was busy playing some game on the living room TV, headset to his ear. Morgan and Carla entered.

“Geo, Carla’s here!”

“Oh yeah. Hey!” He didn’t even look up.

“No-no, don’t get up or anything. We got this!” Morgan sarcastically snapped.

“What happened to being independent and shit?”

“What happened to not being a douchebag!?” Morgan called, she and Carla walked back outside. “Sorry about him. He’s really sweet. He takes some time a few days a week to game and once he’s in, it’s just hard to get him out.”

“Hey, if he needs an attitude change, I can see he needs to workout. I can settle his hash for you.” Carla promised.

“That would be amazing, thank you.” She gave Carla another hug, Carla blushed.

The next few weeks were an adjustment for Carla. She went from this hyper independence to having roommates, which she wasn’t used to since she lived at home.

She took the time between sessions to observe Morgan and Geo. They presented themselves as an ordinary couple. Sometimes they fought, sometimes they fawned, sometimes they fucked. Pretty boilerplate.

Carla developed a deeper friendship with Morgan as the months went on. Geo was fine with her around, but always seemed to be off in his own little world half the time, whether that was at work or home. It wasn’t like gaming consumed the entirety of his life or anything, but, aside from working, or spending time with Morgan, or sleeping, that was literally the sum total of his life’s activities. Hmm, maybe it did consume much of his life?

One evening, Geo was working late, despite his nerdy persona and lanky frame, he was a union electrician, a job which required a lot of traveling. Carla and Morgan sat on the balcony, which had two outdoor chairs and small table. Carla cracked open Modelos for Morgan and herself. An affection for Modelo was the one thing all three had in common…well, one of two things…

Morgan stared off into the sunset. Carla had known Morgan long enough that a longing stare off into the distance was code for something wasn’t right.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, or what?” Carla asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Morgan…” Carla insisted.

She sighed, and took a stiff swig of her beer. “I think I might need another.”

“I’ll do you one better.” Carla winked.

They got up and went to the kitchen. Carla made Morgan a Michelada, except it was a hybrid michelada and Bloody Mary, as she added two shots of vodka to the mix, she made herself one, too.

Back outside, Morgan took a long sip. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Your problem?” Carla asked, getting back to business.

Morgan sighed hard, taking another sip. “Geo…dammit, I can’t even say it.”

“What did he do?” Carla asked, pounding her fist on the table.

“No-no-no-no-no, no, nothing bad, he um…he…”

Morgan wanted to tell Carla, they had gotten very close since meeting, and even closer since living together. If there was someone she could tell her tales of woe to, let it be the lesbian who clearly is attracted to her and always willing to listen.

Besides, she had enough liquid courage inside of her to finally say it. She took a huge swig of her beverage, then the beer, and belched. “Geo, popped the you-know-what question in bed the other night.”

“He proposed? Congrats, dibs-ies on maid of honor. So, what’s up, do you have cold feet?” Carla asked.

“No, no-no, not that question.” Morgan looked around, then whispered. “The ‘A’ question.

Carla raised an eyebrow, and took a long drag of her beverage. “A, as in…” she trailed

Morgan sighed, then whispered lower. “Anal sex.”

Carla froze. “Oh.”

It should be noted for the sake of plot, that Carla was a pro at anal. She always wanted to have some form of butt fucking with her girlfriends, in fact, she was such a pro, Carla was willing to train in the anal arts on the side as well as being a fitness coach.

Carla blushed. “And, you said…?”

Morgan sighed. “I said nothing.”

“Nothing?” Carla asked.

“I just pretended I was too tired, rolled over and tried to sleep. He never mentioned it since.” Morgan groaned.

“Okay, how’s that working for you?” Carla asked.

Morgan shrugged. “He never made mention of it again. Geo’s good that way. Very non-confrontational, if something makes him uncomfortable, he usually lets it go, or says something he assumes to be witty, then let’s it go.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Carla nodded, taking a swig.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, and gulped down her beverage. “What does that mean?”

“Just: mmm-hmm.” Carla finished her beer, and looked away.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you what’s up.”

“I mean, you don’t wanna try it? Not once?” Carla asked.

Morgan blushed. “I don’t know. That’s where we poop.”

“Look, I’m not one to take Geo’s side on literally anything, but anal is like, my jam.”

“Oh?”

“I l-l-l-love fucking a woman in her ass with a strap-on. It’s so hot–and I love to get fucked there, too.”

“Really?” Morgan asked.

“The ass has so many nerve-endings, you feel all of it. It’s so amazing. I can’t believe Geo hadn’t asked you sooner? I thought all guys wanted to try anal once.”

“Well, he has.” Morgan stated, finishing her beer.

“Shut-up.”

“No, really, it was his idea, we have this little vibrator that I stimulate him with from time to time.”

“Whoa, I can see him being a little freaky like that. Okay, you don’t even have the excuse of ‘you’ve never tried it’, so, what are you concerned about?” Carla inquired. “Were I Geo, I’d actually be a little pissed with you.”

Carla didn’t realize this was the wrong choice of words, as Morgan stared her down. Carla was then taken aback. She was rarely flapped by anyone, but Morgan was different.

“I’ll get us more drinks.” She said, trying to get up. Morgan stopped her.

“You think butt sex is just something you can have?” Morgan asked, a bit tipsy.

“With the right preparation, yeah, you can.”

“But…doesn’t it…hurt?”

“If done wrong, especially without lube. I’ll admit, it takes some getting used to, but, once you do, it feels amazing.”

“Amazing, huh?”

“Trust me, Morgan.” Carla said putting a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. She blushed. “I wouldn’t stare you wrong. Be right back with more drinks.” She disappeared back into the apartment, leaving Morgan to stare off again, with lots to think about.

Morgan and Carla finished their drinks, Morgan desperate to steer the conversation on anything but the butt. It was mostly about a neighbor they mutually didn’t like, but Morgan’s mind was still on Carla, and how she uncharacteristically took her boyfriend’s side on this issue she was very sensitive about.

Admittedly, Morgan made the usual excuses in her head, but, it was mostly about the known pain of anal. She actually was very curious, but that tension was something that kept reeling her away.

She knew she just couldn’t do anal with Geo. He had more experience bottoming than topping in this department, and she cared for him. Carla had a point, he bottomed fairly routinely, she would be an amazing girlfriend by at least giving it a shot, but, Something was holding her back.

She had no experience in this department, like, at all. Geo, or any previous boyfriend never so much as even licked her asshole. Which definitely meant all the excuses were just that: excuses. She could just admit to Geo she wanted to try it, but, Geo wasn’t the most graceful of lovers. Yes, they had a healthy sex-life, but they did the same routines over and over again. When Geo did top, he had the finesse of an elephant, not to mention he had a very long cock.

What Morgan needed was an anal trainer. Someone who could give her the advice and skills she needed to take a cock in her ass without any of the romantic underpinnings that went with it all. Conveniently for Morgan, she was sitting right next to that trainer.

Carla letting her anal expertise slip was the perfect catalyst for Morgan’s hastily thought-out plan, mixed with alcohol. She wasn’t even concerned with the thought of cheating on her steady boyfriend. Morgan beamed as Carla kept on talking.

“So, I told him: “look, I don’t care that those spots are reserved, you’re gonna–‘”.

“–Will you fuck my ass?”

Carla coughed, nearly sending beer out of her nose. She was definitely taken aback. Morgan was kind enough to share her home with her, she knew she was attracted to her, and now, here she was popping this question…though, not out of nowhere.

“Uh…what?”

“Teach me anal. You said so yourself you really like it, and besides, you’re training me in the gym, already. So what?”

Carla gulped, and took another long swig of her third beer. “Morgan, we’re drunk, okay, let’s just…let’s just let that go, that was drunk talk, all that.”

“You barely had anything when I began all this–and, you wanted to know what’s wrong, I told, and here we are.”

Carla pinched her nose. Her and her big mouth. “This is why I can’t live with someone I’m attracted to.” She sighed. “Morgan, if this were any other circumstance, I’d pick you up right the fuck now, bend you over whatever I can, get my strap-on and take your cute ass to pound town–“

“–Then let’s go–“

“–Not done!” Carla bellowed. “There’s a little hair in the soup, and that hair is named Geo. I’m a lot of things, home-wrecker sure as fuck isn’t one of them.”

“But it doesn’t have to be like that. I got it all planned out.” Morgan insisted.

“You planned this out in like, twenty minutes of us talking?”

Morgan ignored her and kept on going. “It doesn’t have to be romantic whatsoever. You’re training me like we train at the gym, but, instead of kettle bells and row curls, it’s dildos and butt plugs in my tushy.”

“Is this like, some Freudian thing to make me rethink moral relativism?” Carla asked. She sighed. “Look, I have a friend in LA, Keisha. She owns a gym right on Venice Beach. She’s dating this guy Cody, who started getting fitness training from her, really long and convoluted story short, that transitioned into sex training, and now they’re together.”

“We are different.” Morgan promised. “Besides, you know you can shut off your id when it comes to training. You’re very serious about it, and I love that about you.”

“Uh, not when that training is the exact thing designed to pique my id.” Carla sighed. “I’m sorry, Morgan. I just can’t sleep at night knowing we’d have that affair.”

Carla then got her empty bottles and cups and brought them inside. Morgan sighed, and finished her beer. Carla went to her room and flopped down on the bed.

She couldn’t believe it. She had her hot roommate give her ass on a silver platter and she let morals get in the way? Of course, and she was happy she did. But, the thought still nagged at her.

Carla threw off her shorts and panties and found herself rubbing to the afterthought of butt fucking Morgan. God, what a cute round tushy she had. Carla was one to stare but she found herself watching Morgan walk away whenever she could, and Morgan fancied herself in short shorts whenever she was at home or gym.

Fuck. Does Carla just go with it? Morgan could keep a secret. It would, however, be awkward living in that space knowing they had this little tryst and there would be Geo, nonchalantly gaming, none-the-wiser. And, annoying though he was, he still didn’t deserve this needless affair.

What a dilemma. Carla masturbated more furiously. Was there another way? She then had that eureka moment! Of course! Training! Carla was a lesbian, sure, but, she had been known to anally train a few of her male fitness clients if they got close enough to her to admit their feelings. It wasn’t romantic at all, she was providing them training…This is to say, there were just as many female clients as curious as Morgan, they just weren’t in a relationship.

As Carla orgasmed to this plan coming to fruition, she smiled. She got dressed and headed to Morgan and Geo’s room. Geo still wasn’t back yet.

Morgan was showering, this was interrupted by Carla surprising her by flinging the curtain open. “Gah! Carla!”

“I’ll do it. I’ll train your ass.”

Morgan cooed. “Really?”

“But!” Carla stopped her. “And this will be a deal breaker: I have to train Geo, too.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Wha? First of all: you’re not into men.”

“Exactly. But, I’ve pegged guys before who can let their machismo go for a moment, but are too afraid to ask a straight woman to take them. It’s not romantic at all, like you said. Just training.”

“I get that. But, why both of us?”

“This way, if I fuck you both, it’s not really cheating, you both agree to it. Besides, if you can get him to do it, giving his track record, you know he will.”

Morgan mulled it over for a moment. “True…but, how do I sell that to him?”

“That’ll be your problem. And, once he agrees, you know where to find me. Hasta.” Carla then closed the curtain, then opened it a second later. “Cause all this is now out in the open, you are smoking hot, by the way.” she closed it again.

Morgan was happy, a plan was in motion…but, how to tell Geo he was about to get majorly ass fucked for her own anal experience when this all could have been remedied if she had cut out the middle woman and just asked Geo to fuck her ass…oh, right, he would probably tear her up with his dick.

Morgan waited up for Geo to come home. He said very little before jumping in the shower. She twiddled her thumbs while he went through the usual nighttime routine of a man in his early thirties. They usually slept naked, this night was no exception. Geo had given Morgan a lukewarm kiss goodnight, and rolled over, ready for sleep after a long day of tedious electrical work.

“Geo, babe? Are you awake?”

“Barely.” He moaned.

Morgan got closer to him. “I uh, I was thinking about what you said, the other night?”

“About trading in your car? Good, it’s a hunk of shit, and the fucking drivers side window not working is really starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“No! The other thing!”

“You mean about the Easter baskets?”

Morgan facepalmed. “Anal. Anal sex! Remember that conversation?”

You’d think this would get Geo to turn over, but you’d be wrong. “Oh, right.” He yawned. “We can give it a shot this weekend.”

“Well…” she poked her index fingers together. “Um, I’m kind of afraid–you know you have such a big dick.”

“You know it.”

“But…I think I may need to be trained a little first?”

“O…kay, what does that mean?” Geo asked, still he refused to turn over.

“I want to be ready for you. I want to be sure I can handle you. I want to be fully prepared, is what I mean.”

“And…where’s This going, Morgan? It’s late. I’m tired.”

Morgan knew that tone in Geo’s voice. Those were the words and pitch of a man who was this close to falling asleep. His faculties were definitely not at full capacity. This, Morgan thought, was the perfect time for–

“So, Carla’s gonna butt fuck the two of us. Okay, I love you, goodnight!” she gave him a quick kiss, turned over and crossed her fingers. There was a long pause.

“Okay. Love you too.” He fell asleep.

Morgan cooed. That was good enough for her for a yes. The next day came, and Geo had another long day ahead of him. Morgan headed to the gym for a workout, and she and Carla then went home. Morgan couldn’t wait to tell her their plan was a-go! Even if Geo didn’t really know what he got into…he didn’t say anything when he woke up, or went to work, or would periodically text Morgan throughout the day. The two headed inside.

“And Geo just said yes?” Carla asked in a disbelief.

“Yeah, he said it was ‘okay’ and he was totally into it, but uh, he needs time to prepare.” Morgan insisted.

“Oh, men.” Carla rolled her eyes. “When it comes time to bottom, suddenly they need to psych themselves up.” The two strolled inside.