My Gym Friend Ended Up in My Bed
Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.
Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.
The gym owner asked her to take all her clothes off. I nodded calmly and waited. What happened next was better than any fantasy.
I was twenty and had never been with a man. That night, while closing the gym, the only member left walked into the showers at the same time I did.
We were doing crunches and then I saw him. He wasn’t my son in that moment, he was a man. And that thought haunted me for days.
We’d been trading looks and brushing against each other at the gym for weeks when Bruno invited me to dinner. I didn’t expect what he’d ask me sitting across from him, with Nadia waiting in the other room.
I went to that party alone, thinking I’d dance for a while and forget. I never expected Diego or what came after to change my night completely.
I arrived at the gym with damp hair, no underwear, and trembling. He was waiting at the door. When he locked it behind me, I knew there was no turning back.
When his hand corrected my posture from behind, I felt his body against mine and knew what came next had nothing to do with training.
I went to the gym without underwear on purpose, so everything would show. After weeks of stares, he finally came over with a proposition that left no room for doubt.
We’d been eyeing each other at the gym for weeks without saying a word. When we finally talked, we both knew exactly where it was headed.
When she leaned in front of me at the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wouldn’t be a normal workout.
When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.
The gym hadn’t opened yet when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the empty locker room. That class wasn’t on the app’s menu.
For years I kept my backpack in the car with all my lingerie inside, just in case. That Thursday, the moment finally came.
Valentina saw the bulge under his shorts and didn’t ignore it. She stood up, glanced around to make sure the room was empty, and moved closer slowly.