Interviews of My Sex Life: Jen Part1

It’d been nearly a month since I broke up with The Whore. That’s the name I gave Tony, my ex. I found out he cheated on me several times with several different girls, so in my mind, he is The Whore. But I can’t deny I was in love with the bastard, and dealing with the breakup has been hard as hell! In a month, I went from a size 14 to a 16!
My mom’s friend, Charlotte, offered to take me to the gym with her. Charlotte is a few years younger than mom with a personality to match! She is 46, looks 25, acts 18… perfect! I’m 23, look 23, and I act 18. She was a freshman when my mom was a senior in college. They were best friends then and we’re best friends now. Charlotte never had kids, so when my brother Mike and I were younger, she bought the stuff our parents wish they could’ve bought us. Back then she was Aunty; now she’s Sis. Mike made the mistake of calling her Aunty in public one time when he was 16. We thought Charlotte was going to have a heart attack.
“Michael! You can’t go around calling me your aunt in public! That’s just as bad as calling me Granny! From now on, I’m your sister!”
Sis and I went to the gym twice a week. She has such a banging body that I feel like standing next to her compliments her and diminishes me. She and I are almost the same height, about five foot three inches. She’s slim with a tiny butt and her breasts are a little bigger than mine. I’m a D and I think she is a DD. But even though next to her I felt like the 700-pound man, I loved being around her. After a couple of weeks of working out with her, I had lost the weight I had gained, but I still wasn’t happy with my appearance. In the locker room, she would shower in the group showers and I would shower in the stalls. Sometimes she would tease me for going in and taking my clothes with me.
“Oooooh, are you hiding a wee wee in your pants, Jen? Are you really a boy?”
I would throw a towel at her and we would laugh about it. Once or twice I would catch a glimpse of Charlotte as she dropped her towel and her back was to me. A lot of women got dressed and undressed in front of us without a second thought and there were some pretty gross sights, but Sis… she was different. I didn’t look at her in admiration; it was more like envy.