Chapter 6: Gym Encounter
That day, I was lifting weights at the gym as usual.
I wore a somewhat tight pair of athletic shorts and a tank top in a low-key way. The shorts hugged my perky ass tightly. Since it was the school gym, I didn’t dare to be too bold, so I still honestly wore a pair of underwear.
I was focused on doing deadlifts when I suddenly noticed a guy who kept glancing in my direction. He looked like an undergrad too, a bit taller than me, with a head of fluffy blond hair. His loose muscle T was cut open from the armpit down to the waist, revealing hints of his chest and abs that were especially seductive. His black athletic socks made his toned calves look particularly sexy, and he wore a pair of casual sneakers, looking like a typical frat boy.
Although I’m quite slutty in private, I’m usually pretty introverted and have never flirted with a stranger before. Not wanting to be too obvious, I only occasionally stole glances at him.
After another thirty minutes or so of working out, he suddenly sat down on the butterfly machine across from me to exercise. That gave me a chance to look at him up close from the front. His face was clean-shaven, and his square jaw suited his solid build well. His light blue eyes occasionally glanced my way.
Up until then, I hadn’t thought much of it.
Although I think my body is decent, I don’t consider myself particularly good-looking. Most people at best call me “innocent” or “cute.” Plus, with what my friends jokingly call my “resting bitch face,” I’ve never been hit on before.
So I wasn’t expecting anything as cliché as love at first sight in public, let alone with a guy who was obviously popular like the one in front of me.
Maybe he thought my form wasn’t quite right.
I’ve always trained on my own without any formal coaching, so improper form is normal.
Since he was sitting diagonally across from me with his legs spread wide, I happened to catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock under his shorts. Was he not wearing underwear?!
Whether intentional or not, he kept adjusting his cock through his shorts between sets. That made me even more certain he was only wearing the shorts! No matter how much I tried not to think about it, facing this handsome guy made my own cock start to rise.
I quickly and awkwardly adjusted it with my hand, trying to hide the growing tent with the hem of my tank top.
“I really need to wear looser pants to the gym from now on T.T,” I thought awkwardly, but my cock kept getting harder, leaving a clear outline against my already tight shorts.
He obviously noticed my situation. He stopped avoiding my gaze and stared straight at me with a mischievous smirk, then reached down to rub his cock through his shorts. He stood up and turned as if to leave, but after a few steps, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows.
If I still didn’t get what he meant, I’d be really stupid!
I slowly stood up, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, adjusted my cock inside my pants, and quickly followed him.
He walked slowly to a restroom in the farthest corner on the second floor, looking back several times as if to confirm I hadn’t lost him. Soon he opened the door and disappeared inside. I walked to the restroom entrance, took a deep breath, still hardly believing what I was doing.