I had never been much of a gym girl. I did the occasional squats, cardio, dumbbells and all that jazz, but I’d never fully committed. So, one day, I thought I’d finally start working towards my lifelong goal of becoming as buff as Korra. This entailed getting a gym membership that I probably wouldn’t have used if it weren’t for my doubly eager flatmate who also wanted to get buff with me.
And so, there we were, my flatmate and I, in the weights room. If you’ve never been to one, let me tell ya, it’s pretty intimidating. Regardless, we tried our best and did a couple of, probably poor-form, reps of random equipment before my flatmate ended up getting hungry and left. Hence, there I was, alone in the weights room. Well, not fully alone, as there was this girl who I’d noticed had been staring at me for quite some time.
Shit, I thought to myself. Here’s this girl who looks like she could rip a cinder block in half, probably noticing my piss-poor form. To be frank, I was humiliated. So, I tried to save face by awkwardly starting a conversation. “Uh, yeah, sorry, I don’t really do this sort of thing much, I think I’m doing this all wrong. I don’t suppose you have any tips?”
I’m not really sure what I was expecting, but she walked over to me and said she could give me a demonstration. Which I was glad for, since I felt like a fish out of water just being in the room. So, standing beside me, she went over which muscles should be activated during which movements and then she said “it might be hard to tell just from looking, so I can show you what it would feel like if you want.”
And of course, being the flaming bi that I am, I jumped at the opportunity. Which is how I found myself feeling up the gorgeous muscles of this Amazonian lady. But, not one to be selfish, I said, while batting my eyelashes, “I think I understand now, can you check if I’m doing it correctly?”
And that, my friends, is how I found myself being felt up by a buff girl. After a while, we kinda both acknowledged that we should take this somewhere else before some gym-bros get an eyeful.
As it turns out, we both had gotten a little sweaty during our teaching session. So we headed to the girls’ shower room, where she pushed me up against the lockers, knee between my legs, and kissed me within an inch of my life. Unfortunately, our time in the showers was cut short since we heard some people about to walk in. But, fortunately, she had a license and a car so she was able to drive us to her studio where she proceeded to show me what a real workout looked like. I guess let's just say, you haven’t lived if you haven’t been topped by a gym girl. End of story.
So, if any of you need any motivation to go to the gym, please do. I 1000/10 recommend it.