Go to the gym

You open your desk drawer and carefully tuck Madison's black lace underwear inside, burying it beneath a stack of psychology textbooks where Damon won't stumble across it. One fraternity challenge partially complete—tangible proof of your sorority infiltration secured.

You turn back to Hannah's naked body in the mirror, admiring her athletic form once more before deciding your next move. Her phone buzzes with a text from Brooke: "Miss you already. The girls are asking where you disappeared to."

You type a quick reply: "Just needed some me time. Heading to the gym to clear my head."

The response comes immediately: "At 11pm? You're such a jock "

You smile, using Hannah's fingers to dig through her gym bag. Inside you find a pair of compression shorts that hug every curve of her powerful thighs and a sports bra that showcases her toned arms and shoulders. You pull them on, admiring how the fabric clings to Hannah's body in all the right places.

"Perfect," you murmur, throwing on a lightweight tank top that reads "Westlake Athletics" across the chest.

You check your sleeping body one last time, making sure the covers are pulled up in case Damon returns early. Then you grab Hannah's student ID and head out into the night.

The campus recreation center stays open until midnight on weekdays, catering to student athletes and insomniacs alike. You swipe Hannah's ID at the entrance, nodding to the bored student worker manning the desk.

"Late session, Miller?" he asks, barely looking up from his textbook.

"Just need to burn off some energy," you reply, heading for the weight room.

The gym is nearly empty at this hour—just you and two muscular guys spotting each other at the bench press. They glance up as you enter, their eyes lingering appreciatively on Hannah's body in the tight workout clothes.

"Hey Hannah," one calls out. "Thought coach said to take it easy before tomorrow's practice?"

You freeze momentarily, then recover with a casual shrug. "Just some light cardio," you lie, heading for the treadmill instead of the weights you'd been eyeing.

As you begin a steady jog, you feel Hannah's body respond with practiced ease. Her breathing remains controlled, her stride confident and measured. You increase the speed, testing her limits, and find yourself almost flying across the belt. No wonder she's the team captain—her stamina is remarkable.

After twenty minutes, you're barely winded, though a fine sheen of sweat makes Hannah's skin glow under the fluorescent lights. You catch one of the guys watching you in the wall-length mirror.

"Taking a picture lasts longer, Jake," you call out, surprising yourself with the confidence in Hannah's voice.

He grins, unabashed. "Just admiring the view, Miller. Can't blame a guy."

"Pretty sure my girlfriend would blame you," you retort, stepping off the treadmill and grabbing a towel to wipe Hannah's face.

"Worth it," Jake mumbles, turning back to his workout partner.

You move to the stretching area, putting Hannah's flexibility on display as you bend and twist, feeling the pleasant burn in muscles accustomed to daily training. The sensation is addictive—this body operates at peak performance, responding to your commands with precision your own body could never match.

You scan the gym, noticing that despite the late hour, there are indeed several women using the facilities. Two are on yoga mats in the stretching area—a blonde in pink leggings doing downward dog and a brunette in gray shorts working through a series of lunges.

You casually make your way over, laying out Hannah's yoga mat nearby. The blonde glances up and recognition flashes across her face.

"Hannah! Thought you'd be at the Kappa thing tonight," she says, transitioning to child's pose.

"Needed to clear my head," you reply, beginning a hamstring stretch that puts Hannah's impressive flexibility on display. "Sorority drama, you know how it is."

"God, tell me about it," the blonde says, rolling her eyes. "I'm avoiding my big sister's texts as we speak. I'm Tiffany, by the way."

You introduce yourself as Hannah, though of course that's not entirely true. The brunette, who's been quiet until now, gives a small wave. "I'm Ava. We had Sports Psychology together last semester?"

You nod as if remembering, transitioning into a stretch that brings you closer to Tiffany. "Need a spotter?" you ask, positioning Hannah's body behind hers. "This one's better with assistance."

"Sure," Tiffany agrees, allowing you to place Hannah's hands on her waist.

You inhale deeply, catching the scent of her floral perfume mixed with sweat. Her body is warm beneath Hannah's palms as you guide her deeper into the stretch. You allow your fingers to linger longer than necessary, feeling the firmness of her obliques.

"That feels amazing," Tiffany sighs, unaware of your true intentions. "You've got magic hands, Hannah."

"Years of practice," you murmur, moving your attention to Ava. "Want me to spot you too?"

Ava hesitates before nodding. "I've been trying to improve my flexibility for dance."

You position yourself behind her, placing Hannah's hands on Ava's shoulders. As you guide her through a series of stretches, you allow yourself to admire the curve of her neck, the way her sports bra reveals just the edge of a tattoo on her shoulder blade.

"What's your tattoo of?" you ask, letting your fingers brush against it.

"Oh," Ava blushes. "It's a constellation—Cassiopeia. My grandmother taught me about stars."

You lean closer, ostensibly to examine the tattoo but really to breathe in her clean, citrusy scent. "It's beautiful," you say, your breath tickling her ear.

The stretching session continues, with you finding increasingly creative ways to maintain physical contact with both women. You guide Tiffany's leg up into a hamstring stretch, your bodies pressed together from behind. You help Ava with her spinal twist, your faces inches apart as you steady her with Hannah's strong hands.

"You know," Tiffany says, wiping sweat from her brow, "we're about to head back to my place. You should join us."

You consider the invitation, Hannah's body responds to your thoughts, her heart rate increasing slightly in anticipation.