The Gym

The Gym

Alice had never been much of a fitness person when she was younger, but this guy she had dated recently had introduced her to his gym and she found that she had taken to it immediately. She had never been really out of shape, but the visits there had sure toned her up and given her much more confidence in her daily life. So much so that when Tom, her ex that had brought her here, decided he wanted to see other women, she had just shrugged with indifference. Tom had been OK, but she had to admit that the relationship was getting stale. For a long time, the world-class sex had kept them together, but eventually, even this was not enough for Alice. Her efforts at the gym had made her very desirable and she knew it. She smiled slyly as she went through her routines these days as the eyes of most of the male members followed her as she moved about.

It had embarrassed her initially, but soon she was loving the attention and found it was boosting her self-confidence and self-image just as much as the workouts were. In fact, as she got more fit and toned, Alice had taken to showing up at the gym in skimpier tops and skin-tight lycra shorts. Since her split with Tom, she was missing the regular sex and had grown bored with just using her imagination and her vibrator. Alice was not that tall, but about average for a woman at 5′5". She had long brown hair and just enough of a chest to push her sports bra to its limits and make her cleavage no secret. The workouts had transformed her already trim physique into a truly lean mass and the definition of her muscles was now obvious without being detrimental to her alluring sexuality.

She began to send out some not so subtle flirtatious looks to the men around her as she was ready to give her vibrator some time off. She had no intentions of any type of steady relationship with any of them at this point…she just needed a good, hard fuck from time to time that was not powered by batteries. With all the ogling she had been the recipient of she knew it was just a matter of time before one or more of them made a move. And right she was. Over the next few months, Alice took a number of her male gym associates home and without exception, she never regretted any of the hookups. Some were best at oral, while others excelled at anal, and many just had a special ability to take her from behind or just lay willing while she rode them like a rodeo horse.

Occasionally there was a guy who wanted more than just a one-time roll in the hay, but for the most part, they were just as horny as she was and looking for another conquest. She let them think that if it made them more willing because in general, that was all she saw them as well. The ones who wanted more she let down as gently and as easily as she could saying she was just not quite ready for a committed relationship at that point. But in the back of her mind, Alice knew she could call them up for a repeat performance at the drop of a hat giving them a false hope that maybe one day she would be ready. As cold as it sounded, this was Alice’s mindset at the time, but even if feelings got hurt she was sure there was not a guy on the planet that would be so disappointed that he would ever turn her down if she came calling.

And so, for many months, Alice was fine. She was back in the groove, sexually, enjoying the wide variety of styles and abilities of all the men who passed through her bed. Her job was going well too and soon Tom was a distant memory for her. Then one day she felt this strong jab of pain in her shoulder as she was finishing up a last set of shoulder presses with dumbbells. She gasped and dropped the weight and grabbed her joint with one hand. She just assumed it was some pull or strain that would resolve itself with rest, but after a week, the pain was not getting any better and she dragged herself in to see her doctor.

He took x-rays and ran some other tests including an MRI before informing her she had a slight tear in her rotator cuff.

“It’s not that serious, Alice,” he advised her, “but you need to rest a bit before we begin some physical therapy to heal this thing up.”

She nodded but was disappointed that her gym routine would be put on hiatus. Her time there had become as much a part of the day as her job and eating. She endured the painful cortisone shot her doctor prescribed and went home to rest and take the inflammatory meds he had given her. It was depressing to her to be missing her workouts, but fortunately, she had a directory of willing and able young men who were anxious to satisfy her sexual needs as she rehabbed. They all made sure to not have her stress her ailing shoulder, and Alice sighed with pleasure after each visit.

A follow-up visit to her doctor indicated she had finally healed enough to begin physical therapy and he sent her to a PT practice that gave her a detailed routine she could follow to work her shoulder back in shape and hopefully prevent another injury.

“Just take it easy, though, Alice.” Her therapist advised. “I know you will want to get back to your normal routine, but do not push it. Follow this plan to the letter. Otherwise, we may be looking at surgery.”

She nodded taking his advice to heart. She knew guys at the gym who had experienced this injury as well and their refusal to do the right thing had indeed landed them on the surgeon’s table. And some were just never the same again. That was not an option for her. So with the rehab schedule in-hand, Alice returned to the gym and began her slog back to normal…she hoped. Many of the regulars welcomed her back and wished her well with her progress. Some were genuine expressions of concern but Alice knew a few of them were just anxious for her to return to full health so they would not have to be so cautious and careful with her during sex.

Her rehab progressed well and according to the schedule, Alice saw she was now to move onto more free weight work to begin to strengthen her atrophied shoulder muscles. She began with just an empty Olympic bar and then light dumbbells as she went through a long series of bench press sets. The therapist had indicated this was vital prior to trying any more shoulder presses if she felt compelled to do so.

“I would personally suggest avoiding those presses all together seeing as how it was how you hurt yourself in the first place, Alice. There are many options in the gym for you. But you know your own body and I am sure nothing I say will make you do anything you do not have your mind set on.”

Alice smiled at his veiled threat but in the end, she decided he might have a point. She sure as hell did not want to go through this again. So for the time being she stayed away from that exercise and did extra sets on the flat bench to help strengthen her shoulder. Her progress continued and she was feeling like her own self again when one day as she tried to push one more repetition out with the bar she suddenly realized she was stuck and could not get the bar back to the supports. Normally she would have called out for a spot or some help but she had been pushing herself hard that day and she had no breath.

Alice strained and struggled with the long bar as it teetered first one way and then the other as the imbalance threatened to fall off to one side and maybe take her with it. Just when she was sure she could not recover, she felt the bar leveled off and hefted upward and replaced on the supports just behind her head. She gasped with relief as she looked up and saw one of the most stunning women she had ever seen in her life. She had seen her around, but just at a glance, over the last month or so here, but had no idea who her rescuer was.

“Thanks so much…” Alice panted as she sat up and smiled at the woman.

“No problem. Glad I came by when I did. That could have been nasty.”

“Alice Borden,” she replied offering her hand.

“Cynthia Forde…nice to meet you.”

Alice stood and walked with her to a ledge where people often left their workout routines so they would be out of the way of anyone wanting to use the equipment.

“Are you new here, Cynthia?”

“Sort of…maybe month or two now I guess. Just moved here from New Orleans. You?”

“Nah…I’m an old-timer here. My ex introduced me to the place and it really got into my blood I guess.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Cynthia replied as she looked Alice up and down.

That made Alice a bit uncomfortable. It was something she endured from the guys here but at the same time, it made something in her tingle. Just like that little shiver she had felt when she had first shaken Cynthia’s hand after she had saved her. Alice had initially ignored that thinking it was just a leftover from her near-disaster on the bench. But now she wondered. Cynthia had short to medium auburn hair cut into a very stylish design that framed her face perfectly. And speaking of which her face was flawless as he seemed to almost glow. She had mysterious green eyes, full lips, and just enough of a smattering of freckles across her nose to make her cute rather than odd.

Cute? Who was Alice trying to kid? This woman was so beyond cute it was not even worth the use of the word. She was lithe and trim but not as toned and defined as Alice had become. It was more of a runner’s physique or perhaps one belonging to a dancer she thought. She was just a tad taller than Alice but her legs seemed to go on forever. And her breasts while not huge were pert and firm as well and Alice could not ignore how her nipples were prominent against her own sports bra. You might be new here, honey, Alice thought, but it won’t be long before these guys are all over you, she mused.

“Thanks. I’m trying to rehab my shoulder. Rotator cuff tear.”

“Ouch!” Cynthia replied. “I’m just trying to tone up a bit after a long hiatus. I was traveling for a while and my gym routine got sidelined I am afraid. Seeing you will be a real inspiration!”

Alice blushed.

“I’d be happy to give you tips and any help I can, Cynthia. It’s still mostly a boy’s club here and…well…they are always looking to score. Just a warning…”

Cynthia laughed and thanked her.

“Appreciate the heads up and yeah…anything you can pass along to help me would be great. You maybe interested in a workout partner?”

“Gee…maybe…I just never had one but that might be fun. Well…again it was great to meet you and thanks for coming to my rescue. I need to get back at it. Still have all the stretches my PT trainer has ordered.”

“Sure…I’m just heading out. Hope to see you around again soon.”

With that Cynthia squeezed her firmly on the arm and jogged off toward the showers. Alice waved goodbye to her as she watched her bounce along, her rear an amazing site to watch. Alice just stood and wondered what was going on with her. She could still feel Cynthia’s touch on her arm and felt a slight stirring between her legs as she watched Cynthia disappear into one of the private shower rooms just down the hall from the weight room. She shook her head to clear her trance and headed over to the multi-purpose room to run through her stretches before heading home herself.

Days became weeks and though Alice saw Cynthia regularly at the gym, nothing more had been said of being workout partners. Truthfully, Alice was not real keen on the idea outside of a personal trainer and that option was just a bit out of her budget these days. But apparently, it was not for Cynthia as she often spotted her with one of the female trainers from the gym taking her through more and more demanding routines. Quicker than Alice would have imagined, Cynthia’s body began to transform much as she had. Her undefined arms and legs began to show signs of muscle definition and her abs were hard and strong.

Alice chatted with her almost every day, but that was the extent of their interaction. However, Alice began to be almost obsessed with watching her now. She was still taking all comers from the gym into her bed but there was something about Cynthia Forde that was making Alice unsettled. It came to a head one day as she was taking a break and caught a view of Cynthia, her legs spread wide as she braced herself for a cross-pull machine that worked your chest. With each exertion and each repetition, Alice began to feel her heart race and her pulse quicken. When Cynthia gave a slight grunt at her last repetition, Alice had to lean against the wall as beads of sweat ran from her brow and down her back and over her breasts.

She felt faint as she was overwhelmed with this wave of sexual longing. She put her hand to her crotch and felt it was very damp. Fortunately, this was a day when she had worn long tights. It was soon to be embarrassing enough she figured once a wet spot showed up on her tights, but not as bad as if all that wetness had run down her legs had she been wearing shorts. She closed her eyes and gathered herself unable to comprehend what was going on. Alice counted to 10, calmed her respirations, and then exhaled evenly as she opened her eyes again.

Cynthia was nowhere to be seen, but Alice was still reeling from the experience. She tied her sweatshirt around her waist to conceal her wetness and headed to the showers to clean up and get home to try and figure this thing out. She rushed by people as she hurried to the shower room their familiar faces a blur and closed the shower room door behind her as she panted with relief. Alice dropped her bag and towel and let her sweatshirt fall to the tile floor before she realized she had walked in on someone already in the shower.

She reddened deeply realizing in her haste she had become oblivious to everything around her when she heard the shower curtain being whipped back. She did not have time to collect all her stuff and make a hasty retreat before she was discovered, so she just waited hoping whoever this was would accept her deep apologies for her intrusion. But just then a long, lean leg came out of the shower and the face of Cynthia Forde appeared. Alice felt her heart leap but was still appalled at her behavior.

Cynthia stepped into full view, her skin glistening from the water as some shampoo and body wash still clung to her now toned frame. She instantly recognized Alice and smiled.

“Oh, geez, Cynthia…” Alice exclaimed, “I am so sorry. I thought this was unoccupied.”

“Guess I forgot to lock the door.”

“Let me just get my stuff and I will get out of here.”

Alice was so ashamed and embarrassed she was not sure she could ever face Cynthia again.

“Hang on, Alice,” Cynthia said as she stepped from the stall, as steam drifted around her shoulders.

Alice looked up but felt horrible.

“Care to join me? I mean as long as you are here and all?”

Alice could not believe her ears and she stood frozen in place her hand still reaching for her gym bag. Had she heard that right? Had Cynthia just invited her into the shower with her or was she so integrated with her thoughts and fantasies these days that she was just imagining this?

“Join you?”

“If you’d like…I know I’d like it…”

In all her days Alice had never seriously considered anything intimate with another woman…until Cynthia had crossed her path that is. Alice would not lie to herself and say she had not imagined it with her. Like there was another person at the controls, Alice undid her sports bra, peeled off her tights, and began walking toward Cynthia who held out a hand to welcome her. For just a moment Alice had the perception of watching another Alice Borden walk naked and desirous toward her new friend…like some surreal out-of-body experience she thought.

But when Cynthia’s wet and soapy hand touched her, Alice snapped back to reality and fell into her arms as she pulled her tight and kissed her deeply. The hot shower water pounded over them as they embraced and kissed. Cynthia was the first to break their contact and moved behind Alice as she began to gently wash her all over. Alice moaned in delight as Cynthia used one hand to massage her large breasts and tease her erect nipples while using her other to explore between Alice’s thighs. Alice just let go and let her work no longer having any concerns over this attraction to a woman.

Despite her extensive and long-running series of couplings with all those men, this was somehow different. Maybe it was a woman’s touch she thought as the first orgasm rippled through her. But after the third or fourth tremor, her brain was just mush. They exchanged positions and Alice kissed her again while she used some of the conditioner the gym provided in the shower to slip her fingers into Cynthia’s anus. With each gentle thrust, Cynthia gasped and clung tighter to Alice until she too felt spent and shaky. They turned off the water and stepped from the shower and dried each other off.

“First time, Alice?”

“Um…yeah…I mean sometimes in my mind but for real, yeah…”

“You’re good.”

“Thanks. You just have sex with women?”

Cynthia pulled out a bottle of moisturizer and began to spread it across Alice’s warm and supple skin.

“I do. Not so much drama I have found.”

Alice nodded knowing what she meant as she thought back to Tom and the few guys from the gym that would not just fuck her and go away. Alice returned the favor as she spread a thin coating of the moisturizer over Cynthia’s tight rear and then stood to massage her breasts with it. Cynthia’s nipples responded immediately and she kissed Alice.

“So what now?” Alice asked as they hugged and rubbed each other’s backs with long broad strokes, letting their skin absorb the healing application.

“Depends on what we want I guess?”

“You OK with someone new to all of this?”

“You may be new to being with a woman, Alice, but I sense you have a high level of sexual intimacy to offer.”

Alice blushed again.

“Want to come over so we can continue? Make sure your prediction is accurate?”

Cynthia laughed and playfully slid her fingers along the crack in Alice’s ass.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

They kissed one final time and then dressed.

“Maybe leave a bit apart?” Alice suggested.

“Yeah… the last thing we need is to cause any waves here.”

“OK. You came in before me, how about you take off, then I’ll wait a few minutes and meet you down at the Coffee Clutch on Peterson?”

“Sounds good. By the way…could I still interest you in being my workout partner?”

“I think that is about to happen, Cynthia….in more ways than either of us imagined when we first met…”