“I didn’t realize you were my watcher,” she hissed at me.
“There are a lot of things you don’t realize,” I barked back. After what we’ve done to her, I didn’t expect her to like me, but she could at least try being civil in public, while my mates were around anyway. “You didn’t show for the training session I had you booked in for. You don’t answer your door when I knock, even though I can hear you inside.”
“I have been avoiding both of you; it’s just unfortunate that Lev is my roommate right down the hall, funnily enough,” she taunted, pedaling slowly so she didn’t lose her breath while talking. “A very strange coincidence that he happens to be in my hall, instead of your frat house. And where is my gun, by the way? I have a sneaking suspicion that I might need to use it soon.”
“Lev is not a frat house type of guy,” I replied honestly. “He’d rather live in a tent by a swamp in the middle of nowhere than live in a communal house where he has to make small talk with people.”
“Does he hate jocks, as I do? Huh, I knew he was a kindred spirit in a haunted house sort of way,” she said as I increased the resistance on the panel, so it made it harder to pedal as punishment for ignoring me. “I mean…he’s not the most likable guy, but at least we have that in common.”
“Not smart having a gun when the police are like flies on a dead carcass, Adina,” I murmured as the gym was pretty busy and I didn’t want anyone to overhear.
“So, youdidsteal it,” she hissed at me. “Give it back to me.”
“I didn’t say that,” I argued sternly as my eyeline was on her tits, nipples poking out at me, like beckons asking me to lick them. “I merely said that it was stupid to have a gun on campus when police are everywhere.”
Her heart rate increased as heat rose into her cheeks, and she had to lift her backside off the seat to push down harder on the pedals. “You’re trying to kill me,” she managed to pant, drawing out a devilish smile in me.
I snorted, “Not kill. I’d never kill you. Besides, it’s too much fun tormenting you in the living realm.” I cocked my head to look at the timer. “Another five minutes, Stabby, you can do it.”
Her breath began to wheeze rapidly, reminding me of a woman in the heights of orgasm, which reminded me of Stabbystrumming the banjo in front of the window, so I could see her. My cock half-hardened just at the sight of her, sweaty forehead, peeking nipples, swinging black ponytail, and angry eyes that follow me everywhere.
“Speaking of stabby,” I grinned, “I see you’ve messed up Lev’s face with your little knife.”
“Yeah,” she growled, barely able to speak from the panting, “FAFO, man.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle every time she tried to act tough; it came across as cute and appealing, and I so fucking wanted to bend her over this bike and fuck her raw. Who cared if it was in front of an audience?
“Got your knife on you now?” I questioned, as the timer was up, and signaled her to get off the bike.
“Always,” she replied with certainty, but when I ran my eyes over her body, I couldn’t see any knife-shaped bulges.
“Why did you cut his face?” I asked as I led her to the Hip Abductor machine and lowered the weight, so it was easy to start with.
“Because he was being his normal cordial self,” she said sarcastically as she scrutinized the machine before sitting down.
“And the real reason?” I pressed, making motions with my hands for her to start pressing her thighs against the weights, so her legs opened and closed repeatedly. In and out, spread and shut. There was a special reason why I chose this particular machine, and going by that black scowl on her face, she knew it.
I stood directly in front of her, so I could watch those legs work wonders while imagining myself slotted in between. I bet she felt good.
Her legs pushed in and out too easily, before I halted her and increased the weight. “Try now. And remind me again why you cut Lez’s face?”
“Because he kissed me,” her answer surprised me, and I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Seriously?” I pushed to ensure she wasn’t taking the piss.
“Yes, seriously. Twice, actually,” she said, breathing harder, so I had her pumping the right weight.
“Twice, you say,” I said, rubbing my chin.
“Not at the same time. Different times. But he does find me irresistible, it seems,” she stated confidently, and I could tell she was trying to rouse jealousy in me. I wasn’t jealous because he broke the rules and kissed her. I was jealous because I hadn’t kissed her. Now I wanted to kiss her more than ever.
“Yeah, well, he’s not the only one,” I mumbled.
“Huh?” she asked me to repeat what I said.
“Nothing,” I replied, as my mood darkened a little. “Two more.”
It took a lot for her to push those thighs to the limit, and when she finished, she shot me a dirty look. “Enjoying yourself, are you?”
