The Guest on the Sofa - The Beginning
She came home from the gym, glowing and calm… and sat right between us. A brush of her thigh, a subtle shift closer — and suddenly, the air was heavy with something unspoken. The Beginning Saturday evening. Just a beer with P. — nothing wild. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so we grabbed a drink and ended up back at mine, just to hang out a bit longer. D. had gone off to the gym — gave us our space, and said she'd be back later. We were sitting on the sofa when she came in. Fresh from her workout, glowing but calm — black gym shorts hugging her hips, tight black sports bra showing off her body in all the right ways. No mess, no sweat — just that effortless, clean confidence she carries when she walks in. She didn’t rush over — just did her usual, moving around the flat, sorting her bits. Then she joined us — sliding into the space between us on the sofa. She leaned into me, relaxed and grounded, my arm naturally falling around her back. We talked. Laughed. The energy...
