K stood on the steps of her childhood home, staring down the driveway that led to the road. Her morning routine had changed little over the years, ever since she’d started jogging to clear her mind after starting university. It was on these early runs, when the town was still asleep, that she felt closest to herself.
But this morning was different. Today, B was coming along.
K hadn’t seen him much since the summer before he left for the army, six years ago. They had been inseparable as kids—running through the woods, building forts, and sharing secrets. But as they grew , their lives took different paths. K stayed behind in their small village and went to college and university, while B went off to see the world.
Years had passed without any communication until the night of K’s 18th birthday party.
B walked through the door of the restaurant uninvited, alongside two mutual friends who had been invited. But he was no longer the short, tubby boy with the goofy haircut K remembered. He was taller, with broad shoulders and defined muscles, all squeezed into a t-shirt one size too small, topped off with a smile that warmed the heart. It turned out he was home on leave for the weekend, and since all his friends had been invited to K’s birthday drinks, he thought he’d tag along.
No harm was done, as he sat quietly in the corner catching up with old school friends. Before he left, he handed K a small parcel containing a Kipling bag, complimented her on her dress, wished her a happy birthday, and quietly left.
Since that night, K had kept in touch with B through sporadic texts and a few phone calls. But when B started dating Nicole, the texts grew scarce.
K had never met Nicole, but she’d heard enough to know she wasn’t good for B. However, it wasn’t her place to say anything; she just hoped he would come to his senses. B’s friends detested Nicole. She was a short, 5-foot girl with as little boobs and ass as she had personality.
She was the younger sister of one of B’s workmates, and they had met at a family BBQ at the camp. They hit it off, and soon after, Nicole became his girlfriend. On the outside, she looked like a sweet gothic girl from next door, but inside, she was toxic. It didn’t take long before she got bored of boasting about having an army boyfriend and gave in to the loneliness of a long-distance relationship by cheating on B with a guy from her dad’s darts team.
The sound of movement pulled K back from her thoughts. A familiar car, well-polished and looking amazing despite its years of use, rolled up the driveway. The door swung open, and out stepped B. He looked different—older, more built—but when he smiled, it was still the same boy she’d known all her life.
“You ready?” he called out, his voice warm and rich.
She grinned. “Always ready.”
B chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll follow your lead, then.”
K raised an eyebrow. “No, no, army boy, I’ll let you set the pace.” She said as she tossed him a spare water bottle from the porch.
That morning, and every morning after that, they ran together. At first, their pace was easy, and the conversation light—reminiscing about childhood pranks, sharing stories about B’s time in the army, K filling him in on the town gossip and what it was like being a trainee teacher. But gradually, something changed between them. The silence between their words began to feel heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.
As the weeks turned into months, their communication became nonstop. It was no longer just about arranging running times; they forged a strong friendship. They began to hang out after B finished work, and when K was home from university. They went to the movies, hung out with friends, and B even started coming over to K’s parents’ house, armed with chai lattes for K while she was busy studying. He’d sit in the corner of their dining room, silently watching her type essays and lesson plans.
This closeness, though innocent to them, didn’t escape K’s mother’s attention. She disapproved of her daughter spending so much time with a young man who had a girlfriend, and she didn’t hide her dislike for B. In her eyes, he was no good, and K could do better than a soldier.
One day, while running a local trail, K noticed B had started following behind her whenever given the chance, despite being much faster. “Enjoying the view back there, you dirty perv?” she asked playfully.
“Very much so, thanks,” B responded with a chuckle.
As the trail came to an end, and they sat by a lake that they used to skip rocks across, K noticed B’s gaze lingering on her. His usual easy grin faltered, and there was something in his eyes that made her heart race in a way the run never had.
“You seem... different,” she said softly, dipping her toes into the cool water. “Not just because of the army. I can’t explain it.”
B sighed, running a hand through his short hair. “A lot’s changed. I’ve changed. Nicole... she isn’t good for me anymore. I think I’m realizing that.”
K felt a small surge of relief but kept her face neutral. “Why do you stay with her, then?”
He stared out across the lake. “I don’t know. Maybe I feel like I owe her. I didn’t want to be the guy who strings her along while away and then dumps her now that I’m back. After all, she’s vulnerable, and some of that’s been caused by my job. But lately, I’ve been feeling like it’s not going to get better. I had this idea of what I thought life should be—what I thought love was supposed to look like—and it’s not what I have.”
K bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest. This was the moment she’d felt coming, the one she hadn’t been sure would ever arrive. She had seen the cracks in his relationship with Nicole long before B admitted them to himself. But the truth she faced now was that she had been falling for him again, too.
“You deserve more than just ‘owed,’ B. You deserve to be happy,” she whispered, unable to keep the tremble from her voice.
He turned toward her, and she saw something raw and real in his expression.
“K... I think I’ve been blind for too long. I think I’ve been falling for you for months and didn’t even realize it.”
Her breath caught, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of them, sitting by the lake, the sounds of the wind and water filling the space between them.
“I’ve seen it,” she said, her voice trembling but sure. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately. You don’t look at Nicole that way. Maybe you never did.”
B winced, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering at the side of her face. “K, I didn’t request to live off camp for Nicole. I think... I did it for you.”
The words hung in the air, and K could hardly breathe. It was everything she’d hoped for and feared all at once.
“I can’t tell you what to do,” she said softly, leaning into his touch. “But I think you already know what needs to happen.”
K stood up and walked to her car before turning to B to confirm the same time tomorrow.
The following days and weeks ate away at K. Her daily runs with B were torture. She could feel his eyes on her as they ran, and when he took the lead, she took great pleasure in undressing him with her eyes, but nothing happened. They spoke continuously throughout the day by text, their conversation walking the line between friendship and flirtation, but he was still with Nicole.
K was out of ideas on what to do, so she turned to her friends at university for guidance. With the help of Valerie and Rebecca, they came up with Operation Seal the Deal. Both ladies were more worldly than K and more at ease with flirting openly and using their bodies to get what they wanted from men and boyfriends than K was. It also helped that Rebecca was a sprinter and had insight into what would work to secure B without looking out of place in K’s usual communication with him.
That Wednesday at lunchtime, under Valerie and Rebecca’s guidance, K texted B, informing him that she wasn’t going to run with him for the remainder of the week. She explained she was swamped with work, and her parents had started making it uncomfortable for him to be around as often as he was, knowing that he had a girlfriend. But she suggested they meet for a long-distance trail run that Saturday since it was meant to be a lovely, hot weekend.
It took only a couple of minutes for the two blue ticks to appear by the message, and B replied, apologizing for the aggravation he’d caused and saying he fully understood her reasoning and respected her wishes. He also mentioned he looked forward to meeting on Saturday to run in the sun together.
With the trap set, the trio began assembling the bait. Rebecca took K to a professional running and athletics store in London, not too far from their university, and with her athlete’s discount, she equipped K in all the right attire.
Despite K’s protests, she was sent into the dressing room to try on a pair of second-skin running shorts. They clung to her body so tightly she had to go commando, and no amount of adjusting could hide how they pressed against her, accentuating every curve.
Her toned, tanned legs slid into a pair of baby-blue mid-calf running socks, perfectly matching her new running vest, which was little more than a sports bra. The vest hugged her 36DD breasts so snugly she feared it might burst. As she glanced in the mirror before stepping out, she was shocked. Her nipples, now hard from the soft fabric, poked through the material, and her shorts, damp with anticipation, revealed more detail than she expected.
When she walked out of the dressing room, Valerie and Rebecca gasped. They bombarded her with compliments, clearly proud of their accomplishment. Rebecca quickly disappeared and reappeared, holding a tiny black thong with a padded front. “This will hide that kitty of yours,” she said, tapping K playfully on her lower stomach. K blushed and returned to the dressing room, emerging shortly after with the thong on, and together they headed to the checkout to purchase her new outfit.
Next, it was Valerie’s turn to act. She ushered the girls into a black cab, and soon they were on a train heading toward K’s village. After an hour, they arrived at a salon where Valerie had arranged for the works—eyebrows, nails, half-leg waxes, and most importantly, Hollywood waxes. When K initially refused the wax, Valerie told her she could see her pubes through the second-skin shorts. Reluctantly, K agreed and, despite feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed, committed to her first-ever intimate wax.
The rest of the week dragged by. It was hard for K not to text B during her daily commute, and Valerie and Rebecca would talk of nothing else during classes or in between. At home, her mother, bitter as ever, made a point of mentioning how she hadn’t seen “that boy” for the past few days. But eventually, Friday night arrived, and it was time to execute the plan. K grabbed her phone and texted B.
“Hi, stranger. Meet me at 08:30 at Denbies. We’ll do the zigzags and back.”
A few moments passed before his reply buzzed on her phone. “That’s a long trail and very steep in places. Are you sure?”
K bit her lower lip, letting her imagination drift, before replying. “I’m sure. Let’s see if the army’s given you any stamina or if you’re more of a five-minute wonder!”
“See you in the morning,” B responded simply, but K was pleased with her efforts. She went to bed knowing that by the end of tomorrow, she’d either have B all to herself or be rid of him forever. There would be no middle ground.
The alarm interrupted her sleep, but she woke with a smile. Today was the day. By the time she had pulled on her new running outfit and covered it with old tracksuit bottoms and a baggy top, her phone had already pinged multiple times with messages from Valerie and Rebecca wishing her luck.
K made her way downstairs to the kitchen, loaded her running vest with gels, water, and running poles, and ate a quick bowl of porridge and a banana her dad had prepared for her. She hugged him goodbye and jumped into her car, heading to the venue.
As K pulled into the parking lot of Denbies Vineyard and parked next to B’s car, she noticed him standing under the shade of a nearby tree. To her dismay, there were at least a dozen other people around, walking dogs or preparing to run before the heat of the day became unbearable. But it was too late to back out now. She opened her door, stepped out into the warm morning air, and exhaled her nerves before smiling at B.
“You ready for this, soldier boy?” she asked as she walked to the rear of her car to grab her gear.
“I can’t think of a better test of stamina on a Saturday morning than a half-marathon uphill. Can you?” B replied with a playful eye roll.
“I think I could think of one test that might be more enjoyable,” K teased as she pulled off her top, revealing her tight running vest. B’s eyes widened at the sight of her large breasts held firmly in place by the tiny bra.
K noticed his reaction but didn’t acknowledge it. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her track pants, pushing them down and off over her trainers.
B coughed, trying to hide his shock at the sight of K’s figure in what could barely be called athletic wear. But K didn’t react. She turned around slowly, bending forward to retrieve her running vest from the car, ensuring B had plenty of time to take in the sight of her in those near-transparent shorts. After a deliberate moment, she straightened up, clipped her vest shut, and said, “Come on, soldier boy. Time’s wasting.”
B took a second to clear his head and noticed that K hadn’t just captured his attention—other onlookers had also taken notice. An elderly woman even shouted, “You better catch up with her before someone else does!”
With that, B set off after K.
The trail was hard—steep, uneven terrain stretched ahead. K was already regretting the fast pace she’d set, but she refused to slow down. As the hills grew steeper and the sun climbed higher, she began to feel the sweat soak through her sports bra and shorts. The thin fabric clung to her skin, and she discreetly glanced over her shoulder to see if B was watching. To her surprise, he was shirtless now, his defined abs and chest glistening with sweat.
“Eyes front,” B called out with a grin.
Startled, K stumbled over a tree root, and B jogged past her, laughing. For the rest of the run, K trailed behind him. She sensed that B knew she was struggling, as he slowed the pace during the final climb to the viewpoint. She didn’t mind, though—it gave her more time to admire him.
Finally, they reached the top of the hill, and to K’s relief, the viewpoint was almost deserted. She unclipped her vest and set it on the ground.
“Do you like what you see?” K asked B.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” B replied, gazing out at the landscape.
“Do you like me, B?” K asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“You know I do,” B answered in a friendly tone, still looking at the horizon.
“Turn around, B,” K said, her voice suddenly firm.
B turned to face her. K stood with her hands on her hips, her posture commanding attention.
“I’ll ask again: do you like me?” she repeated bluntly.
B nodded, dumbstruck.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her tone softening as she trailed a finger from her lips, over her chest, and down to the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down just an inch.
“I want to see every inch of you,” B responded, stepping closer.
“Then grow a spine and do what has to be done, B,” K snapped. “I’m tired of this game. I refuse to be anybody’s side chick. Either you leave her, or you lose my number. Do you understand?”
Before B could respond, K grabbed her vest and took off running, leaving him standing there.
B’s hand fell away, and he stood silently, staring out at the Surrey landscape. After a long moment, he turned and called out after her, “I’m going to end it with her!”
The next few hours passed in a blur. The run back to the cars seemed faster—downhill and with newfound purpose. B quickly caught up with K, and together they made record time. When they reached the parking lot, K pulled on her tracksuit bottoms and left without saying goodbye.
B got the message. He drove straight to Nicole’s parents’ house, two villages over. When Nicole’ opened the door, smiling warmly, B wasted no time. “I know you’ve been sleeping with Paul from your dad’s darts team. It’s over between us.”
As he turned to leave, Nicole’s mother’s voice echoed behind him, her shock unmistakable. “You’ve been doing what?!”
Back home, B quickly showered, shaved, and changed into fresh clothes before driving to K’s house. Standing at her door, his mind raced with possibilities. K’s father answered the door with a warm smile, then called for K.
K appeared, her face set in a scowl. “Well, what do you want?” she snapped.
“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner sometime,” B stammered.
K raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a girlfriend. I don’t do side chick, remember?”
“No,” B interrupted. “I’m newly single, and I’d like to spend more time with you.”
K smirked, closing the door in his face. But a moment later, she reopened it with a smile. “Give me half an hour.”
As K got ready, her mother questioned her about B. “I thought he had a girlfriend,” she said coldly.
“Not anymore,” K replied, grinning. “I don’t share.”
That night, over dinner, K and B talked like they always had, but now there was no tension, no uncertainty. As they finished their meal, K’s phone buzzed with a message from Rebecca asking if the plan had worked.
K snapped a selfie with B, her caption simple: I got what I wanted.
