The Wallflower and The Star Athlete (closed for Poprockz)

Breakfast with his family had been fine, even if meeting his sister was nerve-wracking. However, her nerves soon became unfounded as his sister seemed to have taken an instant liking to her. Jane had excitedly proposed that they should all go shopping, to which Olivia had agreed easily. Shopping seemed like a good activity that would keep their focus split, thus keeping things from getting too awkward. Thus, the family headed to the mall near the stadium in their rented car.

Even though she was free from the financial strain she had been forced to live with, spending money still didn't come easily to her. She mostly window-shopped, looking over items with vague curiosity before moving on. Jane didn't seem to have such qualms, decisively grabbing things she wanted before purchasing them. It wasn't as though she was going on a spree, but it did seem as though she was splurging a bit, at least from Olivia's perspective.
 
Adrian walked through the stadium gates, his coach beside him, their steps measured and deliberate as they took in the bustling atmosphere of the National Championships. The air buzzed with excitement; flags and banners waved in the stands, and the unmistakable scent of fresh grass and rubber track mixed with the faint, distant echoes of cheers. Dressed in his race uniform, Adrian felt a calm intensity settle over him. Today was Day 1 — the first and second rounds of the 100 meters. He was ready.

As he made his way to the athletes’ warm-up area, he noted the energy around him. Competitors were stretching, some with headphones in, others in quiet contemplation. Adrian’s face remained focused, his eyes fixed ahead, a routine he’d honed from years of competition. His coach patted him on the back, offering a nod that conveyed everything: trust, confidence, and a reminder of the endless hours of preparation leading up to this moment.

Soon, Adrian lined up for his first heat. The crowd’s roar swelled as the race announcer introduced each competitor, but he barely registered it. He sank into his stance, focusing on the lane ahead. With the gunshot, he exploded forward, his strides powerful and precise. Within seconds, he crossed the finish line, winning his heat with ease. He rose, breathing steady, and jogged back, meeting his coach’s approving nod. Round one, done.

Hours later, Adrian returned to the starting blocks for the second round. The stands were packed, and he could feel eyes on him — those of his family and his girlfriend, Olivia, who had come to support him. He didn’t look up, knowing that his focus had to remain on the race. Once again, the sound of the starting gun fired, and he surged forward, a blur of motion and strength. He was in control, maintaining his lead with each stride, and crossed the finish line comfortably, securing his place in the semi-finals. A quick exhale escaped him as he glanced at the time on the board, satisfied with his performance.

Adrian made his way off the track, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. After briefly talking strategy with his coach, he spotted his family in the crowd, waving him over. His parents, beaming with pride, stood arm-in-arm. His sister, Jane, clapped, her face lit with excitement, and Olivia smiled warmly, her eyes filled with admiration. He walked over to them, his breathing steadying as the thrill of competition gave way to a feeling of quiet contentment. They didn’t need words; their presence alone was enough.
 
They had eventually left the mall to get to the stadium early. They didn't want to miss his races, after all. It was about lunchtime by then, so she and Jane went to the stands and got some food for themselves and the rest of the family before returning and simply spending time with one another, watching some of the other events before it was time for Adrian's.

When it was finally his turn, she watched with rapt attention. God, he was so fast! It was breathtaking to watch, and it felt like she was seeing a different side to him. He looked determined, focused, and self-assured. It made her heart beat more quickly to seem him doing his passion, more so when he came out on top. His legs were so powerful! It was as though he knew exactly how much energy to put in so that he won, but not by too much. She imagined that part of the game was controlling oneself from not going all-out unless it was necessary.

She blew him a kiss when he wandered closer to them, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to hear anything unless he climbed over the little wall and into the VIP section itself. He wasn't going to get to go back together with them just yet though- there was a break in the interim where all the athletes were expected to listen about the history of the stadium, as well as to get the current standing of each of the athletes.

By the time they got him back, it was dinnertime. They didn't go out anywhere fancy, knowing that he was likely exhausted by the physical and emotional toll of the day. As such, a simple, quiet dinner was done before they all went back to their own rooms and went to bed. Of course Olivia made sure to tell him how cool he looked when he was running, giving him his normal, "I love you," before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
 
The dinner following Adrian's first day of races was cozy and intimate, a peaceful contrast to the intensity of the day. His family and Olivia gathered around a modest table at a small, quiet restaurant near the stadium. Adrian’s parents were visibly proud, and his sister, Jane, chatted excitedly about his races, her enthusiasm warming the room. Olivia was by his side, beaming with admiration. She playfully teased him about his “movie-star stride” and how his calm, focused expression made him look cooler than ever. In the quiet of their hotel room afterward, Olivia told him she loved him, and they drifted off in each other’s arms, content and ready for Day 2.

The next day brought an air of even greater anticipation as Adrian arrived at the stadium for the semi-finals and final round of the 100 meters. He felt the usual pre-race nerves fluttering, but his mind was set: he had a place in the finals to secure. He could feel Olivia and his family’s support, even from afar, as he stepped into the warm-up area. His coach ran over the strategy, reminding Adrian to stick to his rhythm, conserve energy early, and surge only when necessary.

The semi-finals came and went with Adrian crossing the finish line second, securing his spot in the finals. When the time finally came for the ultimate showdown, the stands were packed, the excitement electric. Adrian knew he was up against some of the best, and he reminded himself to give it everything.

As the gun fired, Adrian surged from the blocks, matching the leaders stride for stride. The race was neck-and-neck, the athletes’ focus and raw speed on full display. In the final 20 meters, Adrian pushed harder, feeling his muscles burn as he drove himself forward. When he crossed the finish line, he glanced up, catching sight of the scoreboard — third place. Relief and pride washed over him. While the win had eluded him, he’d still earned a podium finish.

Adrian rejoined his family, breathless but fulfilled. Olivia hugged him, pride shining in her eyes. His family celebrated his hard work, and Adrian felt a sense of satisfaction settle over him.
 
They went to a very, very extravagant dinner, one where just looking at the menu made Olivia feel like she might go bankrupt. However, Adrian's parents announced that the dinner was a celebratory dinner and thus was on them, and that they could order whatever they wanted. Jane seemed to have no problem with this, but Olivia still felt a bit hesitant. A reassuring look from Adrian made her feel better though, so she took a deep breath and ordered. She even ordered an appetizer, though they each ordered a different one and shared.

Once the dinner was over and they were thoroughly satisfied. She and Adrian hugged his family goodbye. Jane held out a little gift back for Adrian and surprisingly also for Olivia as well. They contained various things Jane had purchased at the mall on their previous trip. They thanked her and headed back to the hotel. It had been a really long day, so Adrian had gone to the bathroom to take a shower.

While he was in there...

Olivia put on the sexy red lingerie, the backside of the panties being a stringy little thong. It felt a bit odd to wear something like that, but she hoped he would appreciate it. She nervously paced until she heard the shower turn off. She laid herself sideways on the bed in what she imagined was a sexy pose. Truth be told, she looked a bit stiff and nervous.
 
Adrian stood under the falling water of the shower a little longer than he normally would, allowing the hot water to soothe his aching muscles. It had been a tough two days, but it had been worth it in the end. He had proven himself on the national stage, a sign that he was ready to turn professional.

But that could wait. Tonight, he wanted to relax with Olivia - who had been a great support for him lately. His love for her continued to grow deeper. He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, walking back into the bedroom.

Then he saw her.

At first, he could not believe his eyes. Olivia looked very different, almost confident in the way she displayed her body for him. She also looked incredibly sexy. His eyes drank in the sight in front of him. The lingerie did a fantastic job of accentuating her glorious, perky breasts - and the thong just seemed to disappear into her ass, her cheeks looking so inviting. He wanted to convey how he liked what he saw, and how she was making him feel. But, really, only one word sufficed.

"Wow."
 
He looked so handsome with his tousled, wet hair, his lean, muscular chest on full display for her. Based on his expression, she felt she could safely assume that he was a fan of the lingerie. It made her nervousness give way to excitement, no longer worried about whether he would approve or not.

“Thanks,” she smiled happily. “I have some massage oil too if your muscles are sore.”
 
He walked over to the bed and pulled her to her feet, his eyes feasting on her as he did. He gave her a deep, passionate kiss, wanting to convey how he felt in that moment. Pulling back and smiling,

"Are you offering me a massage while dressed like that? Who are you, and where is Olivia?", he teased.
 
With the look on his face, she was surprised that he only kissed her. A mind-blowing kiss that left her weak at the knees to be sure, but the look in his eye had said that he wanted to have a marathon in their bed that night rather than a short sprint. It made her feel really desirable, and she felt really grateful that she had chosen this particular set.

She giggled, “well I didn’t say it would be a good massage- I’ve never done that sort of thing before. I just thought you might be a bit sore and wanted to help.” Her hand went to his arm and she gave his bicep a playful squeeze.
 
He stroked her hair as she spoke, that deep rooted lack of self confidence rearing its head again. He smiled as he spoke.

"I love everything you do, Liv. I have no doubt you will be good at this too".

He again pulled her in for a deep kiss, before they settled on the bed. He lay down on his front, resting his head on his folded arms. He thought to himself, what did I do to deserve to be in this position?
 
"Well, I'll certainly try." She smiled, watching him get down in preparation.

The massage oil bottle was taken and she dribbled some of the oil into her hands, rubbing them together a bit. She had read that it was a good idea to warm up the oil before using it. Once it was heated by her skin, she straddled his body and started to rub the skin of his back, spreading the oil over his taut skin. God, his back was really sexy. She couldn't help but bite her lip as she started to actually massage his shoulders.

"You're pretty tense..." Olivia said in a soft, smooth voice. "Or at least I think you are. I think that's what you're supposed to say when seducing someone, right?"
 
Adrian gave a chuckle at her words.

"You could seduce me in a number of different ways. But this might be my favourite yet".

He sighed as he felt her hands worked his muscles. He could feel the pain simply fading away.
 
Massaging someone else was pretty intuitive she found, but she had watched several videos previously about how to do it right. Olivia’s soft hands worked his shoulders and back gently but firmly, encouraging the stress and soreness to be eased from his body. She found that the oil made it easier for her hands to glide, and she had to admit that it smelled really good as well. Definitely a worthwhile purchase.

Eventually she turned herself around on the bed and started to work on his legs, her voluptuous body leaning over to get better reach. They were probably the sorest part of him she assumed, so she was careful not to be too firm on his muscles, instead simply trying to soothe them from their strenuous activities earlier.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever touched your legs before- you’re pure muscle,” she commented with interest.
 
Adrian murmured his appreciation for Olivia's efforts, her hands feeling amazing on his sore legs, before chuckling at her 'pure muscle' comment.

"And you, are pure beautiful. I'm just glad we can see the best of each other".

He wanted to start devouring her in that incredible lingerie set, but he could wait his turn. The fact Olivia had made this effort for him and was now massaging him lovingly, he was determined to enjoy every minute.
 
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He was so sweet. Olivia couldn't help but smile to herself when he complimented her, thinking to herself that each nice thing he said to her seemed to erase two terrible things she had heard. Perhaps someday only the sweet words would linger in her mind.

She kept massaging his legs until she felt satisfied with her work. Once she felt that his muscles were thoroughly relaxed, she dismounted him and knelt at his side, putting some more oil in her hands and warming it up. "Alright... Now I'm going to have to have you turn over, sir. It's time for me to get your front muscles loosened up too."
 
Adrian smiled as he complied with her request. When she came back into his view, his smile widened and blood started rushing to his cock. She was sexy on a normal day, but seeing her like this put his desire for her into overdrive.

He put a put underneath his head and eagerly anticipated her next move.
 
"Thank you, sir. Now I will continue your massage," she said playfully. Her leg went back over him as she straddled him once more, though this time she started out facing his legs. The red thong whose string had been trapped between her plump cheeks was on display as she leaned over to work on his thighs. In doing so, her ass nestled against the bulge in the towel that may not have been quite as prominent a moment ago.

She worked just as diligently on the front muscles of his legs, but made sure to move her ass every now and again to slowly rub against him.
 
Adrian could not believe what was happening. His mind couldn’t work out what to focus on - her hands soothing his aching legs, her gorgeous, voluptuous ass right in front of him with only a thin strip of red fabric stopping him from seeing all of her, or the feeling of that same ass rubbing against his now rapidly growing cock.

His hands, as if they had a mind of their own, went to her ass, holding each cheek in a hand. He appreciated its firmness, but also how soft her skin was. He also had some wicked thoughts playing out in his mind. He had never tried anal sex before, but seeing Olivia’s ass being displayed like this, he had that sudden urge.
 
"Sir, a happy ending costs extra," she joked, turning her head to give her a flirty smirk. Truth be told, she liked feeling his hands on her ass- it showed that her lingerie was having the desired effect.

She bent over further, her hands moving to the lower end of his legs. This made her ass stick up more, almost daring him to resist giving her a squeeze.
 
“You would be worth it every cent”, he remarked, smiling as it was not lost on him that she was purposefully showcasing her ass.
He squeezing her ass in his hands, wanting her to know how desirable she was to him. The dominant side he had discovered a few weeks ago was threatening to come out again.
 
"Mm, well thank you," she replied in a pleased manner.

The woman finished up on his legs and put more oil in her hands, this time turning around and letting his cock nestle against the front of her scarlet panties. Her hands started to rub the massage oil into his abdomen and chest, and she couldn't help but feel her own arousal growing. It had been exciting from the start, but now they were face-to-face, and she could only avoid those captivating green eyes for so long.

When their eyes met, she gave him a coy smile and said, "You were really cool, you know. When you were racing. It gave me an idea about why so many people admire you. You're so dedicated, and when you focus like that, it makes you seem like you can accomplish anything..." Her hands slid across his pecs as her eyes flicked down and then back up at him. "I'd say that I think you'll be great someday, but I already think you are."
 
Her words, coupled with the movement of her hands, stirred the deep connection they had built over the last few months. Knowing he no longer had to hide her, and discovering this new side of her too, his eyes burned with desire. His hands roamed between her and sides, not wanting to get in the way of hers.

“I’m glad you got to see that side of me, and it makes me really happy that you get how important it is to me.

And the for the record, it is you that’s motivating me to be that person, now and into the future”.
 
For his words he got a warm smile. “I think you were that person before I showed up, but I don’t mind being your muse if that’s what you want.” It seemed as though he was insinuating that she had changed him in some way, yet she wasn’t sure how that could be. Adrian was still the kind, motivated, family-man he was a couple months ago. She could hardly claim any part in his recent victory; in her mind, it was purely as a result of his hard work.

The massage moved to his shoulders, her face inches from his now. How was it that his lips could look so enticing?
 
He smiled, “I mean, it’s nice to have someone who motivates me to keep going. I see how happy you are now, and I want that to continue”.

With her lips so close, he could smell her intoxicating scent, laced with the perfume she was wearing. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands went to her face and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss.
 
With kisses like that, it was going to be impossible for her to be anything but happy. She knew that someday he may lose his zeal for her, the passion fading into disinterest, but for now she was going to enjoy it as much as she could with the tiny hope that he would always love her.

Olivia kissed him back eagerly with her hands still on his shoulders. Her hips rocked slightly to tease the bulge in his towel. By this time she could tell that he was probably full-mast, and she was excited to share another night of passion.
 
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