“Would you mind spotting me while I do so weights?”

“So, I know that you don’t go in for the weights, but I was hoping I could get you to spot me for a few minutes so I can do my squats, bench presses, and pull-ups. Then we can move on to other things. Is that okay?” Ariel asked, giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

You follow Ariel to the bench press bench, where after setting up a barbell for herself, she lies down. You take up position standing over her head. The weight she has put on is actually fairly light, which makes sense, since she’s not trying to develop massive pectoral muscles. Still, even with light weights she needs a spotter, so you stand above her holding the barbell lightly.

You look around the gym as Ariel does her set. You see a couple of cute guys and the gym is littered with middle aged women. The two of you are the only young girls in the gym, which you enjoy. Occasionally you look down at Ariel as she does her reps. Each time she’s looking back up at you, though sometimes she’s not looking at your face. When she stops her first set, she lets the barbell rest and then lets her arms flop over her head, which lets her rest her hands against the back of your legs. When she goes to put her hands back on the bar she runs her hands up your legs right up to the bottom of your shorts. You’re a little surprised at how forward Ariel is being, but then very little truly surprises you anymore.

“I don’t understand how you stay in such good shape without doing any weights. You’re legs just feel so toned and tight. I don’t understand how you stay in such good shape.” Ariel stops talking as she does another set, but then starts talking again as soon as she lets the bar rest again, “Your stomach is so flat. You must do a million situps…”

As she was saying this she reached up and ran her hand over your stomach, only from her position lying down her hand naturally strayed down towards the waistband of your shorts, which was a little uncomfortable.

“Ha, you know that I don’t. I’m sorry Ariel, I know, it defies all explanation. It’s almost like it was written that way. Anyway, you work much harder for it, but your body is even more incredible. If you just let yourself dress a little differently, you would be so sexy.”

“Well, that girl Evette is having a party tonight. Maybe I’ll let you dress me up… or down…”

Ariel finished her last set on the bench and slowly sat up. The sheen of sweat on her now, she really did look like one of those fitness magazine cover girls. Although you’d always known that Ariel had sort of a thing for you, you’d always managed to keep her at arm’s length partially aided by the fact that she would deny even being in to girls. However, at the moment, you caught yourself thinking about scenarios where the two of you could be closer together.