The yapping of the neighbour's dog shook me awake, and the morning sun streamed into my bedroom, making it difficult for me to open my eyes at first. I reach over and check my phone. 5.58 in the fucking morning. I swear this rat of a dog is lucky its owners are so damn nice. It was going off of its head though, something had to be setting it off.
I hop out of bed and walk to my window that gave me a full view of the street. My bedroom had two windows, one that overlooked the street, my house and the park across the road, while the other window looked directly into my neighbours upstairs family gaming room where their 3 boys usually hung out. A few times a week the boys and I would catch each other's eye and they'd give me a wave or we would have a chat through our open windows. Now and then they would ask me if I wanted to play a PC game with them. They would turn the TV to where I could see it and pass me a controller through the window using methods of reaching each other that were nowhere near safe. But they were good kids.
When I crane my neck and look around, something catches my attention, causing my breath to fall short and the sleep to be knocked right out of me.
Over in the park across the street was a perfectly toned figure in tight black leggings and a white tank top, which her black bra could be seen through the material. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and pushed up out of her face. I was a little distance away but I would recognise that woman anywhere.
Miss Park was bending and stretching in the park across my street. It sounded like a dream come true and honestly, it damn well was. I watched like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, no doubt drool pooling at the corners, as she bent over and stretched her legs, her behind facing my bedroom window. She hopped from one leg to another, loosening the muscles in her legs. My god, she was unreal. After a few more minutes of stretching, she picked out a song on her phone, clipped it to her pants, shoved her earphones into her ears and took off running down the road.
I watched her until she was out of sight, stretching a little myself so I could watch her jog away for as long as possible. It was no surprise that she exercised, her body was too godly to be one that came naturally. How had I missed her running by my house every morning, surely that asshole of a dog had to have barked at the movement more than once. Or was this her first time coming down this way?
I inhale deeply, a little irritated that there was no way in hell I could fall back asleep, a little uncomfortable at the fact I was so worked up over watching that woman stretch, and quite satisfied with this morning's events.
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Fucking hell. Two days in a row this fucking dog has woken me up the exact same way at the exact same time. I grunt and roll over, the disappointment of being woken up from an interesting dream hitting me hard. It was only once I got over my initial wake-up-brain-numbness moment that the events from yesterday re-entered my brain.
I throw off the covers and jump out of bed, my feet hitting the floorboards and freezing almost instantly. But there was no time to put socks on, time was of the essence. When I reach my bedroom window, sure enough, there she was. Looking just as fine as she did yesterday, but today in her baggy grey sweatpants and cropped tee shirt, the creamy skin of her stomach was on display. I was too far away to see any details, but I could tell it was tight and toned. To be honest it was how I pictured it, not that I had been picturing it.
And her toned body was definitely not on my mind all day yesterday.
No way.
Today's routine was pretty much the exact same as yesterday. She stretched for 5-8 minutes before choosing a song on her phone and taking off jogging. And you bet your ass I watched her like an absolute creep for the entirety of it.
She really was something else, she moved so elegantly.
Once again I watched my English teacher until she was out of sight, then I climbed back into bed, hoping I could get at least another hour and a half of sleep before I had to get up for school. Unfortunately, sleep never found me and instead I spent the rest of the morning anticipating both tomorrow morning's events and seeing Miss Park at school in a few hours.
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My alarm rang loudly, filling my room with its obnoxious screaming at precisely 5.45 am. I groaned, very loudly I might add, and hit the off option on my alight phone screen. I seriously contemplated going back to sleep, but the big fat crush I had on my English teacher pushed me up out of bed and I was up and dressed in my best looking workout gear within 10 minutes.
I laced up my sneakers and bounced over to the window. Watching. Waiting.
And there she was.
My jaw just about hit the floor. Miss Park jogged up to the park, her phone and headphones in her hand. Today was not like the other days, and I cursed myself for not waiting at least one more day before making my grand fucking entrance. Oh no, because today she was wearing short black running shorts and a loose fitting tank top, her leggings and nowhere in sight. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun today, a look I hadn't seen yet. She placed her phone on the grass, and began to stretch, bending over and giving me the best view I had seen in a long while.
Pacing downstairs, my heart was racing in my chest. I was nervous as hell, and the outfit she had so innocently chosen to wear definitely had something to do with it. I opened the door and slowly walked out, making my way out to the front of my lawn and pretending not to notice the woman stretching across the street.
I began to stretch, trying a little too hard to accentuate certain parts. It's been a while since I've worked out, my gym membership lying forgotten in the draw of my bedside table. With school and everything right now I hadn't really had time to exercise. I mean, not that I really needed it. I was actually quite proud of my body, my somehow toned thighs and stomach being my favourite assets.
But running seemed quite alluring right now and I could only ponder why.
"Lisa!" A cheery voice calls my name from across the street and I stand upright turning to face the woman the voice had come from.
I couldn't help but lick my lips. She looked astonishing up close. Sweat clung to her body, I am assuming from her run from her house to here. She might live a few streets away, she mentioned a while ago that she lived in the area. I watched like a horny, teenage boy as a single drop of sweat trickled down her neck and slid into her cleavage.
She was something I could only dream of. All of her, everything. Her stomach- her abs* were perfection: toned, tan and tight. Her legs were long, slim and it was obvious she worked them often during her exercise.
I could see faint markings on her stomach through her shirt, just underneath her left breast. The way the material of her bra sat on her skin looked a little crooked. Almost as if she was missing a chunk of flesh. But I couldn't really get a proper look, because she adjusted her top and cut off any view I might have.
"Oh! Miss Park! Hi." I mentally applaud myself for being able to get my words out.
"Did you want to join me?"
And there it was, exactly what I had been hoping for.
Her eyes catch mine and we stare at each other in silence for a moment. I pretend to consider her offer for a second before nodding and crossing the street, trying my best to look graceful.
"I didn't know that was your house. I've never seen you running before, so you go often?" She stops stretching, pulling her hair loose and redoing her bun.
I nod, mentally cursing myself for lying. "Yeah I try to go as much as I can, I usually go two or three times a week. What about you?"
She chuckles "Really? I don't know how I miss you, I try go as much as I can. Which is usually three or four times a week". She wipes her forehead, giving me a small smile. "Are you ready to go?" Her eyes scanned me for a few seconds, looking me up and down, and it took all of my strength not to let mine wander any furthur down than her collarbones.
I stepped off the curb and nodded to the brunette, her nodding back and doing the exact same thing. We took off down the street, a quick but steady pace. And I'm not even going to lie, I was proud of myself, everything was going well and we were already five minutes into the run.
"How has your week been Lisa?" Her voice echoed from my right side and I turned my head a little so I could look at her.
"Not too bad. I haven't been doing a whole lot lately with my english and maths exams coming up in two weeks. So mostly study." God I sounded lame. "What about you?
"Oh mine has been okay, I guess. I had a date that didn't go well at all so that was eventful." She sighed, chuckling a little at the end of her sentence.
"Ahh that's too bad. Were they rude to the waiter? That's always a deal breaker!" I decided to make light off it rather than act on the unexplainable feeling pooling in my stomach. She was tall, beautiful, kind and sexy as all hell. Of course she was going to be dating people.
"Actually yes, he was. I left the restaurant as quick as I could. I even had to go back in and tip them double for dealing with him."
Oh. Him.
Ew.
"Hm, well if it was a man I'm not surprised. You'll never catch me with one"
Fuck. Did I seriously just say that? May as well print out a sign that says 'I'm gay and desperate' and stick it on my forehead.
Miss Park turned to face me a little, I could see in my perephiral vision. She cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Men not really your flavour?" Her voice was teasing.
I shook my head, a smile forming on my face. "Definetly not, never have been."
"I'll remember that".
Instead of taking the time and effort to worry and wonder about what the hell that meant, I kept my mouth shut and focused on the biteumen under my feet. We were probably fifteen minutes into the run now. And that is when my body started to betray me. I fell behind a little bit, but not enough to give away that I was struggling. I pumped my legs as hard as I could to catch up, there was no way in hell I wanted Miss Park to have to slow down for me.
The chatter between us had stopped, and while it was not at all awkward, I was cringing becasue the only noises to be heard was my heavy breathing. This was so embarrasing. By the time we came back around to my house, my legs were burning and my lungs felt like they were on fire. It was pretty damn obvious I didn't run two or three times a week. Fuck me.
We stopped out the front of my house, the curtains to my bedroom pushed wide open, while my mothers were drawn. She was still asleep by the looks.
"So, this is where I leave you". Miss Park turns to me and smiles, her chest rising and falling quickly, her voice a little breathless.
"I guess so" I smiled back, forcing the words out and trying not to splutter.
She runs her fingers through her hair, pushing the stray damp strands away from her face. "I'll uh, I'll be running again tomorrow, you know, if you were keen. It was nice to have company."
She sounded hopeful and I try not to let my smile show too much, just enough for her to notice. "I'll remember that," mirroring her words from earlier.
With that I giver her a smile and turn away, leaving Miss Park to continue jogging back to her place.