Go to the gym

I didn’t expect anyone else to be here.

The 24-hour gym was almost completely empty at this hour. Just the low hum of machines, the occasional clang of weights from the far corner, and the faint smell of disinfectant and rubber flooring. I’d thrown on a hoodie and shorts, shoved my earbuds in, and started with the bench press, trying to follow Sue’s advice and burn the images out of my head.

It wasn’t working.

Every time I closed my eyes between sets I saw it again — Lisa on her back, Sue straddling her face, both of them pregnant, my hands on Sue’s belly while I fucked her from behind.

I racked the bar and sat up, wiping sweat from my forehead.

That’s when I saw her.

She was over by the cable machines, doing standing hip abductions with a resistance band around her thighs. Very pregnant. Heavily pregnant. I’d guess seven or eight months — her belly was round and full, stretching the front of a loose black tank top that still couldn’t hide how big she was. She wore high-waisted maternity leggings that hugged her thick thighs and the heavy curve of her bump. Her dark hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and there was a light sheen of sweat on her skin.

She moved with surprising grace for how far along she looked, breathing steadily through each rep. One hand rested on the cable machine for balance, the other occasionally drifting down to support the underside of her belly when she shifted her stance.

I just… stared.

I couldn’t help it.

She wasn’t the ****, neglected type like Lisa. She looked focused. Capable. Like she was here because she wanted to be, not because she was trying to escape something. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand under the gym lights.

Of course she’s married, I thought. Of course she is.

I **** myself to look away and started my next set, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. The way her belly moved with each controlled movement. The way her tits strained against the tank top — full and heavy. The quiet, focused expression on her face.

She caught me looking once.

Our eyes met across the gym floor. She didn’t smile or frown — just held my gaze for a second, neutral but not unfriendly, before going back to her reps.

My heart was hammering harder than it should’ve been for light lifting.

I finished my set and sat there, towel around my neck, trying to decide what the fuck to do.

This was exactly the kind of situation I’d come here to avoid. Sue had told me to clear my head, and here I was, already spiralling because a pregnant woman happened to be working out at 3am.

But I also couldn’t stop thinking about what Sue had said on the phone.

“Don’t hold back.”

“I want to know exactly what you’d say. Exactly how you’d touch.”

I had no idea how to approach this woman. She didn’t look lonely or neglected. She looked like she had her shit together. And after how badly I’d crashed and burned at the grocery store, the last thing I wanted was to make another pregnant woman uncomfortable at 3am in an empty gym.

Still…

She’d glanced at me again.

And she hadn’t looked away immediately.