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Chapter 17 by bobobbybob bobobbybob

What's next?

Alissa

Lisa's approached Alissa, her math student that was also on the volleyball team. The gym was alive with the clanking of weights and the rhythmic thuds of treadmills.

"Hey, Alissa," Lisa began, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I was wondering if you could help me out with something."

Alissa looked up, her electric blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Sure, Lisa. What do you need?"

Lisa took a deep breath, her gaze briefly dropping to the floor before meeting Alissa's again. "I want to get stronger, and I thought maybe you could show me some exercises."

A broad grin spread across Alissa's face, her teeth a brilliant white against her tan. "I'd love to! It'll be fun to see you all pumped up and sweaty for once." They began with the free weights, Alissa's powerful arms demonstrating each lift with an ease that was mesmerizing. Lisa watched, captivated by the way Alissa's muscles flexed and relaxed, the sheer physicality of her form. When it was Lisa's turn, she fumbled with the weights, her technique lacking.

Alissa stepped behind her, her hands firm on Lisa's hips, guiding her through the motion. "Like this," she instructed, her voice low and close to Lisa's ear. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Lisa, her body responding to Alissa's touch with an intensity that left her flushed and momentarily disoriented.

They moved on to the squat rack, and again, Alissa's demonstration was flawless. Lisa tried to mimic her, but her legs wobbled under the weight. Alissa was there in an instant, her hands on Lisa's waist, her front pressed against Lisa's back, steadying her.

"You've got this," Alissa encouraged, her breath warm against Lisa's neck. Lisa could feel the heat radiating from Alissa's body, the firmness of her breasts against her back, and it took all of her concentration not to lose herself in the sensation.

The sexual tension between them was palpable, a living thing that thrived on each accidental brush of skin, each shared breath. By the time they finished their workout, Lisa was aching with need, her body attuned to Alissa's in a way she had never experienced before.

They made their way to the women's locker room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and perfume. They found two open showers side by side, the water beckoning with the promise of release from the heat of their exertion.

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