For my first six months in the gym, a girl I saw working out was one I assumed I should avoid. She was always alone, some earbuds plugged into her head and doing a lightweight machine press. She definitely had some black in her genes, maybe a quarter or half. At her early to mid twenties, she was fit, but not the kind of fit where you can see her ribs nor was she a muscled androgyne. Her exposed belly looked toned and her sports bra struggled to hide a heavy pair of teats. I say teats because if the imprint of her engorged nipples said anything, it was that she could nurse lucky child some day.
She never said anything to me or smiled or even looked in my direction. I don't blame her I suppose, I came into the gym a scrawny guy and I wasn't really cleared of that description now either. I was just an accomplished STEM major who figured I should round off my smarts with a fit body. But I think I was almost nuking my progress with how much I stared at girls. Especially the ones who almost seemed like they were begging for attention. Like the brown bunny I had here.
Today I was celebrating my first article in an actual academic journal, an accomplishment worthy of local news. It turned into laziness in the gym that night. I'd been absent mindedly sneaking peaks at her doing her bodyweight squats and couldn't help but admire the ludicrous orbs of fat she packed into her gray leggings.
Tonight I was doing these halfassed tricep extensions at a machine while I looked at her descend her ass in another squat. It seemed to get larger the deeper into them she went. The pathetic fabric spread at the seams and if I was just a little bit closer I could have seen her mulatto cheeks. She pushed her ass up out of the hole with little effort and then I realized she had her eyes on mine via the mirror she was using.
Shit. I quickly turned back to my reps. I felt horrible. There are stories you see on the internet about perverts like me.
I turned and was leaving the machine when I heard her footsteps behind me. "Hey," she said for the first time.
This was it. Now it was time to be the next creeper blog post. I turned around. "Hello."
"Could you spot me?" she said.
I thought stupidly for a second. I had never been this close to her and now I got a good look at her strange features. Her african features blended with her anglo ones perfectly. Her lips were pink and voluptuous, her brown hair was curled and wrapped up with care. Her caramel skin was damp with sweat that poured into her ample bosom.
Fuck, I was supposed to be answering her. "Okay".
She smiled all white and and turned around to walk to the squat rack, one ass cheek heaving up while the other went down.
She already had the olympic barbell on her shoulders by the time I got there and for a long moment I paused, unsure of how to handle spotting a girl. I had spotted my friend at the gym before and him me, but reaching your arms around a stranger didn't sound easy.
"Come on," she said. "I don't bite."
I walked up to her and hovered my arms around her. Not one part of us touched.
She smirked and lifted the barbell out of the iron teeth and backed into me. Her ass hit me first. My penis was enveloped in a sudden warmth and twitched assertively.
"Hold on to me now," she said in a motherly tone.
I put hands around her bare belly, above the button.
"A little higher. Little more."
My forearms were now up against the alcove of her underbust. I felt the weight of whatever the sports bra couldn't hold.
