Go to the gym

The women around you look very hot in their dresses and full makeup. You suddenly feel underdressed in your hoodie and joggers, and since you have only taken a sip of your wine, you might as well do something else. You slip out, and they don't even seem to notice. After getting changed, you slip back inside the living room to say goodbye.

They don’t notice you at first. Then Riley spots you and grins.

“Hey, babe.”

You clear your throat.

“Just, uh… heading to the gym.”

That gets their attention. Four heads swivel your way.

Tatiana raises an eyebrow.

“On a Friday night?”

“Someone’s being a good boy,” Chloe teases. She licks gloss off her wineglass and gives Riley a smirk. “You training him well, girl.”

They all laugh. Loud. Sharp. It hits you in the chest.

You manage a weak smile, nod like an idiot.

Riley walks over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. She’s tall in her heels, tits brushing your hoodie.

“We’ll probably go out to the club later. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Me? Nah, you know I don't dance.”

Eve giggles.

"I'm sure you're a great dancer, John.”

You swallow and reach for the door.

“Have fun.”

“Don’t stare too much at the gym babes,” Riley teases, playful, flirty, and hot. “Some of those girls might actually notice you now that you’re lifting more.”

The others giggle again, but you’re already halfway out the door, ears burning. You always feel stupid around a group of babes. Like they're playing a game and you don't even know the rules.

The cool air outside is a fucking blessing.

Careful to avoid a DUI, you hop on your (way too expensive) bike, helmet slightly crooked. You pedal hard just to reset your brain. The image of four hot girls laughing in your living room like you’re the nerdy little brother won’t leave your head. Riley is amazing, but damn, she’s so far out of your league now it’s a joke. And tonight? Multiply that by four.

You coast downhill and take the long route. Just riding, just breathing. It’s stupid, but you need this. Just a few sets, a bit of sweat, some nice asses to look at, some space.

The gym is busier than usual for a Friday night, but not packed. Late shift workers, quiet regulars. A group of bros lifting at the bench, grunting and laughing. A lean, bearded dude doing heavy curls in front of the mirror. Two young women, probably college freshmen, on a mat in booty shorts and crop tops. An older couple in matching outfits taking turns on the racks. You spot a nice MILF on the stairmaster, thighs that could probably crush you, tight top soaked in sweat. There’s even a hot, blonde college girl in a crop hoodie and volleyball shorts pacing by the water cooler, glancing at her phone.

But none of them matter.

Because Lina is here.

She’s a goddamned vision. 5'6", latina, body like a goddess. Her leggings are deep purple and sprayed-on tight, showing off every delicious curve, using every trick of the book to get your attention. Her sports bra is electric blue, showing off her cleavage and smooth midsection. Hair in a high ponytail.

And her ass? Her ass is legendary.

Every guy in this gym has stared at it. Jerked off thinking about it. Tried and failed not to drool when she walks past. Round, juicy, tight, a true bubble butt.

She walks past you to the stretching area, sipping from her water bottle, and you nearly forget to take a breath. You swallow, grab a mat and sit, pretending to stretch. She bends forward in front of the mirror, one leg extended, perfect round ass sticking out like a sculpture. You just know she's doing it on purpose. She likes to torment guys who never will get a piece of it.

She looks up once. Maybe at her reflection, maybe at you. There’s a half-smile on her lips, like she knows.

You look away fast, like you did something wrong and just got caught.

You stand up, crack your neck, and glance around the gym.

Time to get started then.