Gym Rats Make Great Pets. (Closed for DarkWarrioress)

[dryfter]

With a soft thump, the sound of my truck door behind me echoes a split second before the shrill yet brief blast of horn signals the auto lock. Not that there was many around to hear it. Glancing up, I can almost feel myself illuminated slightly in purple as I reach for the door beneath the Planet Fitness letters. A bored, or maybe just tired, college aged male gives me the barest of glances as the inner door swings open.

"Evening, Mr. Bergstrom."

A simple yet slightly annoying greeting, one I'm quick to correct....again.

"C'mon Jimmy, I keep telling you that I'm far too young yet to be calling Mister."

That barely gets a grunt from the kid, but I can tell he's smirking to himself slightly despite the fact that his face is half buried behind the wiry arms he has folded before him on the desk. Giving a look around, the place is mostly empty with all but one treadmill open, and one stair machine being used by a middle aged woman he could barely remember seeing here before. Beyond that, in the very back was one of the usual body builders working through his routine on the machines, pausing every so often to "feel the burn" and gaze almost narcissisticly at his own bulging biceps and pecs.

"She's not here yet, man. Might not be your lucky night."

I flinch softly, the kid's reward being a rather annoyed glance over my shoulder. One that he proceeded to counter with a knowing grin.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

The youth's head lifted then, cocking to the side as our gazes held, his grin was even more antagonizing.

"Oh c'mon man! You know exactly who I'm talking about. The moment you figured out her workout routine, you changed your own to match it, didn't you? Doesn't even seem to bother you that she's already surrounded by guys when she comes in here. Of course....if sloppy seconds is your thing, I can't say I blame you. I'd hit that shit in a heartbeat if I didn't think her buddies wouldn't beat me to death for it. Or maybe she'd do it herself...."

I could feel myself scowling as my feet finally started moving again. This wasn't a conversation I wanted the few people in the room to overhear. Fortunately, for now it least, it seemed that everyone seemed engrossed in their activities and didn't seem to take note of this idiot's rambling.

"I bet you'd like that," I growled softly as I made my way to the locker room.

"Damn straight I would," came the expected reply.

A few long minutes later and I was changed into a pair of blue Reebok basketball shorts and a simple white tee. The elliptical machine seemed as good a place as any for a soft start before a harder workout, so pressing a few buttons to set the resistance level of the machine I began in near silence. Jimmy hadn't been wrong of course, I was there more to see her again than for my own physical health. But there was value in working hard enough to bring out a sweat, just as there was in being patient.

Both it seemed, were to be rewarded shortly, as the soft chime of a new entrant tinkled softly across the quiet room.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Faith Greyson. Twenty-two years old. A pixie hair cut because it was simpler that way. Chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Yep, that was me. At least part of me. I’m also a gymnast. Been one all of my life. Mom and Dad both felt it was good for me. So, from the time I was a toddler, I have been part of the gymnastic scene. It was a good thing that I stood only 5’ 1” tall. And boobs? I hardly had any. Oh sure, there were times when I looked at the bustier girls in envy but big boobs in the gymnastics made it hard to function on the uneven bars or even the vault. So, I kept reminding myself of that.

I had a full academic schedule as well as an athletic one. Between gymnastics, swimming and the gym, I had little time for anything else. My friends were always after me to come out with them. Today, they were meeting me at the gym for a workout and maybe after we would go back to one of their places and play some Call of Duty. That’s only because I could whip all their asses and they knew it.

“Hey Jimmy,” I called out as I headed toward the women’s locker room.

“Glad to see ya, Faith,” he acknowledged the guys with me, “Guys.”

In the locker room I hurriedly got changed into my workout clothes before beelining it into the gym. I knew I had to hurry because this place always filled up fast.

“Faith! Over here.”

Ben called out gesturing for me to join him. I scurried over and looked around the full room.

“Busy today, Ben.”

“Yep, it sure is. Let’s get you started on some weightlifting. Gotta keep that belly of yours sweet and tight.”

He lightly elbowed my abdomen and I gave him a little shove and a snort of derision.

“You could bounce a quarter off mine, what’s your excuse, dude?”

I sat down on the bench as Ben set the weights for my feet to pull up. Leaning slightly back on my hands, my feet started to lift the weights in front of me, making me grunt.

“Damn it Ben, how much frigging weight did you put on there?”

It was a challenge and one I didn’t balk from. I lifted the bar with weights on each end, nice and slow. I could feel the pull and the burn from my calves through my thighs and into my abdomen.

“Stop bitchin’ Faith and just do the reps.”

I paused long enough to just stick my tongue out at him before I refocused my attention where it needed to be. On my weight training.

 

[dryfter]

Ben. So that was the bodybuilder's name. Not that I cared much, certainly not when I'm finally getting to see my fantasy crush again.

And what a sight she was, though I did my utmost to keep my eyes forward. Going over to lift had been my plan, but I think I'll wait a little longer now. Not only was the timing off, but I certainly didn't need to look like I was competing against.....Ben. Watching her from the corner of my eye as she disappeared into the women's locker room to change, I focused a little more on him. Yeah, I was fit, but I wasn't competing against those muscles. Best to know futility when one sees it.

A small quirk in the corner of my mouth as a smile threatens to emerge. Faith was it? I could practically feel Jimmy's eyes burning into the back of my skull as I picked up my pace a little on the elliptical. It wasn't lost on me that he didn't refer to her as Ms., Mrs., or even by her last name. Considering our conversation just minutes ago, that was hardly surprising, nor was how meek he got when noticed she was with her friends again. I wonder how he'd take it if he knew I was inwardly laughing at him now.

The thought had barely finished in my mind when Faith emerged in her own workout ensemble. Not for the first time did I find myself thanking God that women's work out clothes was so tight and revealing. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed so fucking oblivious to it that drew me to her in the first place. I found myself wondering again if she even realized how many lustful glances were cast her way in a normal session. Perhaps she had chosen this hour to avoid them after all? Hard to believe when most of the time she showed up surrounded by her male friends. And while she may be oblivious, I wasn't...I could clearly see how their eyes raked her tight, fit little body. It made it doubly important that I not get caught doing the same thing. The last thing I needed was them warning her about me and all of a sudden I wouldn't be able to see her anymore. She'd probably change her routine schedule....and I'd look downright suspicious then if I did the same just to be able to watch her again.

I felt myself twitch just a little in my shorts as Ben talked about her working out her "sweet, tight belly" and then set some weights on the leg extender. Seconds later and the show began, each muscle in her legs pulled tight as she heaved against the weight and bitched only just a little about how much was on there. Not that I could blame her, it certainly was an impressive amount. Still, it made the taut flesh of her exposed midriff ripple slightly as even her girl abs rose to view. A blissful sight to say the least.

Not one to just sit and stare, and feeling the need to work out more than just my legs, I dismounted from the elliptical and made my way to the chest press. She wasn't so distracting that I forgot to see where the weight plate was set and how much I'd be moving. Adjusting it just a little to add more than the past health nut, I sat down and began my reps, repeatedly pushing the long bars away from me and alternating between watching the weight rise and fall in response to my actions, and watching her.

Everything about her seemed so perfect, the way her shorts clung to her as she moved. A lot of my friends would say she had a flat ass, but I staunchly disagree. Firmly curved atop tapering, coltish legs that any man would love to be between, I silently bet that I could bounce a quarter off of that too.

Sadly, I worked out mostly in silence as I watched her and the antics of her friends as they crowded around her in a parade of male testosterone. Each of them were clearly preening for her attention, and each got it, but definitely not in the way they were hoping. It was a circus I was getting familiar with, and in some ways I actually felt sorry for them. I personally knew a few women, both as co-workers, and as past lovers...who would have loved to let their hands run across those sculpted bodies, delighting in the feeling of their own natural responses to the masculinity before them. It had been a long time since I'd seen actual hunger in a woman's eyes, but I hadn't forgotten it. It was a vivid enough memory to know that it clearly wasn't showing on Faith's visage or demeanor at all.

Yet, hope truly does spring eternal. And I doubted very much that her friends were going to give up any time soon.

Like usual, it felt like it ended all too soon. The only thing the two of us doing in tandem it seemed was heading to the locker rooms. Of course, that meant I had to share a shower room with a bunch of sweaty dudes who were already well on their way to their usual discussions. Not that I blamed them, it wasn't like any of them would dare to talk about the things they were now laughing and cajoling out of each other now. Not with Faith around at least. More than one of them had boasted in the past of just how far they had gotten with her, though how much of it was idle boasting or down right lies, I couldn't tell. The majority of it seemed to be simple male bragging about how they'd managed to cop a feel or two, or how an innocent and friendly kiss might have been something more heated and symbolic. Either way, I could tell after our very first meeting like this, that they quite obviously saw the young college girl to be as big of a sexpot as I did. Quite frankly, I stayed silent and simply fumed at the competition and how they all had a better chance of getting her than I did. This wouldn't be the first time I'd left the gym unsettled, an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was ok to crush, I told myself, but another thing to pursue. Perhaps it would be best to just remain a stranger to these men and their little gym rat hottie. Perhaps. But I knew I wouldn't be content with leaving it like that.

Strangely, we all ended up leaving together. I hadn't planned for that as I usually linger a little to make sure she was gone and I wouldn't have to avoid any strange confrontations with her entourage. Not that this changed much, I reminded myself, hitting the unlock button on my keyfob and throwing my bag into the back of the GMC Yukon Denali I was driving. For just a brief moment, a split second really, I glanced over at the rather blase sedan the "boys" had driven to the gym in. In some sick corner of my mind, I notched a single "win" for me as the truck's engine turned over.

Money might not buy love, but in this case a little relief worked nicely.