fountain. It's dusk so it's lit with beautiful blue and white shimmering lights. Instead of taking the runner’s path, I decide to jog around the fountain first. I have never seen one so big. It’s amazing. It's at least 1/4 of a mile around, maybe bigger. It's the first bit of serenity I've felt since being here. I become fixed on the lights watching them glimmer.
Noah
I'm out for a run tonight. There’s nothing like a nice Chicago night. Once winter gets here, it’s near impossible to get outside for exercise. I like this park in particular because it's never busy this time at night. I see the occasional family out playing, but everything seems to be at laid back pace. Most people who are here are looking for the same thing I am, a little peace and quiet.
As I finish with the park’s running path, I start to slow down my pace and jog around the fountain. Out of the corner of my eye, I can’t believe who I see. Molly, the new nurse. Fuck me. Damn, she looks enticing. I hope she doesn’t see me. I need to make sure I don't run into her. I don't need the complications. I find it very hard to control my tongue around her. Maybe I can turn around and keep running in front of her, that way she won’t see my face. Maybe I can let her pass me then turn around and watch her ass in those tight running shorts. Jesus, what am I thinking? I keep looking forward and notice she is looking to the side, watching the lights. She hasn't noticed me. I wonder if she realizes where she is running, if she sees the bench that's in her path. Obviously not.
"Hey, watch where you’re going! Look out!" I yell. It startles her.
"Shit. Thank you." She says while slowing down. She’s so breathless. I can’t help but watch her chest rising up and down. No, more like I can’t take my eyes off of that tight as hell running shirt that looks more like a bra. It makes my dick ache. Oh the things I could do with her to make her breathless.
"You're welcome.” We stand in an awkward silence. I take notice dusk is turning dark. She is out here running. Is she really running alone out here? Not good.
"Okay, well, thanks again. I'll see you around." She starts to take off in a run again and I grab her arm.
"Hey. It's getting pretty dark. You should head home. It isn’t safe out here for a pretty girl like you."
"Uh. I'm just going around a couple more times. It's all right. I don't live far from here. I’ll be okay.”
"Alright. Have it your way. See you around." I say as I run off. I'm not leaving. I decide to hang back and watch her for a little while longer. I’ll hang back far enough that she doesn’t know I’m still here.
Molly
This day is ending on a good note. I had a run in with Dr. Stone, but it was actually pleasant. Maybe things will improve. Seeing him out of his usual scrubs and white coat made me feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. Watching the sweat dripping down on him, made me have very dirty thoughts. I wanted to lick him. What am I thinking? I actually wanted to lick his face, his chest and other parts of him. My God, I’m losing it. I can’t be thinking about him like that.
Deep in thought, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I nearly run into a guy.
"Hey honey."
"I said, Hi Honey." I try to run around him but he keeps moving around me, getting in my way.
"I heard you. Listen, I don’t want any trouble."
"Trouble? Well, I’m the best kind of trouble there is. Imma good-looking guy. You're a smoking hot chick. What da ya say?" He slurs and grabs his crotch. “I can show ya a real good time!”
"No thanks. Sorry. You're not my type."
"What's your type baby?"
"Sober. Sober is my type."
"Awww... Okee dokee. Watch this." He starts trying to walk in a straight line and falls flat on his face. Well shit, so much for getting out of here and going home. I stop jogging and squat down beside him to see the damage.
Drunken guy starts talking, “ I knew you cared. I told ya baby, Imma
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