Chapter 10: A Sweaty Workout
When we woke up the next morning, I convinced Alexis to accompany me to the gym. We put our hair in ponytails, stuffed our booties into tight shorts, squashed our boobs into sports bras, and headed off to the campus gym to work out. Since we had gone to bed early the night before and skipped breakfast, we were there early, before the crowds. In fact, the place was practically deserted, with just a few other girls and one gym bro in a short sleeve hoodie lifting free weights by himself in the corner. That suited us just fine.
We put in our ear buds to pump motivational tunes, and started off running on the treadmill to get the cardio going. Once the blood was flowing and we had a nice sheen of perspiration on our skin, we moved to the resistance machines. I went to the one that works your thigh muscles where you clamp your thighs closed and then push them open. We call it the 'good girl/bad girl' machine because it makes you breathe hard while you spread your legs open and then close them tight.
From where I sat, I could see Gym Bro as he lay down on the bench. I was almost directly opposite him and while I couldn't see much of his face, I did have a great view right up his muscular thighs into his shorts. His legs were planted on either side of the bench and the leg holes of his shorts were loose enough to provide a sneak peek underneath. Unfortunately, he was wearing underwear, but still, I could detect a nicely packaged bulge in there. That view provided extra motivation for the 'good girls/bad girls'.
I waved at Alexis to get her attention. She was working on her chest muscles on the machine near me. She was doing a similar motion as me, but with her upper body: squeezing her arms together, which squeezed her tits into a uniboob, and then releasing her arms out to the sides. When she looked over at me, I nodded in the direction of Gym Bro. She stared at him for a moment and then looked back at me. She mouthed "wow!" and then exaggeratedly licked her lips. Then we both returned our gaze to Gym Bro to enjoy the rest of the show. As he lifted the barbell up and down, his biceps would flex in a tantalizing way. My eyes would follow his muscular arms up and down. When he would rest, I'd direct my gaze back to his crotch. After a few sets, I noticed that we were in sync. I would spread my thighs when he pushed the weights up, close my legs when he'd lower them down. Finally, we would both rest while panting heavily from the exertion. It made my mind wander: I imagined myself sitting on the bulge in his shorts, with my legs spreading open and clamping closed, and him grunting as he exerted his muscular self underneath me. The image made my vaginal muscles warm up along with my leg muscles.
After three sets, I could tell that he was about to change stations. Alexis nudged me and hissed, "Go! Make a move!" He switched to a different bench with his back to us and began bicep curls. She nudged me again. "Now's your chance." I stood up and walked past Gym Bro to the squat machine. I pretended to be oblivious about his presence, walking past without looking at him. I started squatting just a few feet in front of him. I made sure to stick my butt out as far as I could each time I lowered my body. Alexis moved to a different machine where we could see each other in the reflection of a wall mirror. She signaled me by pointing two fingers at her eyes, then she imitated me by squatting, and pointed at her butt to let me know that he was staring at my ass. Then she gave me a thumbs up. It was working.
Since he stayed at the same station, I did as many squats as I could for maximum exposure. Finally, my legs were burning, so I had to stop. I squirted water from my bottle into my mouth and then went to the bench press. Gym Bro moved to a different station. I loaded the weights on the barbell and decided to make my move: I was going to ask him to spot me. I walked up behind him and said, "Excuse me." He didn't respond. I realized that he probably had ear buds on under his hoodie and couldn't hear me, so I tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me" a little louder. He set the weight down, reached into his hoodie to remove an ear bud and turned around.
"Oh my god!" I said, and clapped my hand over my mouth. "Chris?"
"Layla?"
"I didn't realize it was you hiding under that hoodie!"
"Well, I didn't realize that it was you squatting in front of me."
"No way—so Gym Bro is actually Hot Guy?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Forget that."
"Nice form, by the way. It looks like those squats are doing you good."
I blushed even redder than the exercise had already made me. I covered my face with my hands and murmured, "Um, thank you." We smiled awkwardly at each other in silence for a moment.
"So, if you didn't know it was me, then why did you tap me on the shoulder? Are you doing another dare?"
"Oh, no. No dares today. I'm just here to work out, but I actually was going to ask you if you could spot me on the bench press. Would you do that for me?" I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Sure, I'd be happy to." We walked over and I lay down on the bench. He stood over me. When I looked up, I caught his eyes checking out my prone figure.
"Didn't you see enough of my body yesterday?" I teased him.
"Um, no, actually. You left me wanting to see more of you." We both laughed. Then I began to lift. When I finished, he said, "I was going to do a bit more. Could you spot me now?" I agreed and we switched positions.
Though I'm not usually so bold, I decided to up my game a little bit. I tugged my shorts up tight so that my camel toe showed. As he lifted, I stepped forward so that my legs were on either side of his head and my crease was just a few inches above his face. When he saw what I was doing, he blurted out "Oh shit!" He lost all of his strength and the bar came down to his chest. I quickly reached over, grabbed the bar, and helped him lift it back on the rack.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay? I didn't mean to distract you," I purred, feigning innocence. "Well, okay maybe just a little," I stepped back and waited while he panted. I decided to tease him. "Well, are you going to continue? Or, aren't you strong enough?"
"No, I'm ready to go." He grabbed the bar again with determination. Questioning a guy's manhood always makes him want to prove his virility. As he began his reps again, I stepped forward once more. He grunted aggressively when he saw me. This time, I bent my knees each time he lowered the bar, so that my crotch was barely above his face, and then I stood up straight as he lifted up. I squatted up and down in rhythm with his motions. After a few reps, he re-racked the bar. "I... I can't do this" he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"What's the matter?" I asked coquettishly. "You can't last very long?"
"Oh, I can go a few rounds. I'm just a little, uh, distracted. I just need a little recovery time. I think it's your turn to show me what you got."
"Alright, come over to the mats and help stretch me out." I sauntered over to a mat, adding extra wiggle to my step, and lay down on my back. "Help me work on my hamstrings," I said while lifting one leg up to his hands. He grasped my ankle and slowly pushed it back toward my torso. As my leg got closer to my chest, he was forced to move his body closer to mine. "Do I feel tight to you?" I giggled at his facial expression because he looked nervous, like he didn't know what to do or say. "Feel it and tell me what you think."
He tentatively ran his fingers down along the back of my leg. "Feels good to me."
"I want to be as flexible as I can be. Push a little harder." He pushed gently and his body got closer. "More. I can take more." He inhaled and pushed closer. We were both breathing heavily. "Try to get my knee to touch my chest. Push more, Chris. Make me do the splits." He leaned his body into mine until he was basically lying on top of me. We looked into each other's eyes. I felt electricity between us. My pussy was damp. "Chris?" I whispered.
"Yes?"
"Now do me on the other side."
"What? Oh, yeah." He shook his head as if emerging from a trance. "Sorry." He let my leg back up and stepped back, embarrassed. We repeated the process on my other leg, with the same effect.
As he pressed into me, I breathed, "Feel my leg, Chris." He slid his hand gently along my hamstring. "Yes. Massage me a little. Closer to my butt. Yeah, right there. That feels good. Mmm. You're good with your hands." We both enjoyed what he was doing for a while until he got self-conscious and let my leg back up. I sighed.
When he stood up, I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were slightly tented. I grinned and stared. "I see that you like stretching me out."
His eyes followed mine down to his shorts, "Oh shit!" he exclaimed. He quickly tried to rearrange his semi while trying—very unsuccessfully—to pretend that he wasn't. "I should go finish my workout," he stammered and began to frantically search for a machine to go to.
"Wait, Chris. Not yet." He turned back toward me with a look of panic and confusion. "I need you to help me with my next stretch. Please? I need someone strong."
He inhaled and nodded. "Okay. What do you want me to do?"
"Thanks, you're so sweet!" I stayed on my back and bent one knee. "Kneel down close to me. Closer. Good. Use one hand to help push this knee across my other leg until it touches the mat on the opposite side, and then use your other hand to pin my shoulder to the mat." To comply with my request, he had to stretch his arms across my body, which brought his groin up to my butt. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass. I groaned. "Mmm. Oh, that's a good stretch. That feels so good. Hold me like this for a minute." I looked him straight in the eye, and said quietly, "You feel good, Chris." He blushed. "What's the matter? I can tell you like it." He eased up the pressure and scooted back. "Now do my other side."
