Never Skip Leg Day

After a bit of texting, Violet and I decide to meet up and grab a quick lunch before doing anything else. We both arrive at the cafeteria not long after and get to our usual chatting. I fill her in on what's been going on since we last saw each other, including how things went with my newest test subject. Violet took a class with Professor Collins last semester, so hearing that her old teacher is going to turn into a bubbly cheerleader gets a chuckle out of her. Then, Violet tells me a little about her day, as well as how Bianca is doing. About an hour later, we've finished up our food and talked about all sorts of things.

"So what do you want to do now? You know I always love talking to you, but I think we both would prefer to do something a little more... involved. Got any girls we can check on? Maybe someone new for me to meet?" Violet asks hopefully.

I think about it for a minute before settling on a decent answer. Tuesday, I found out that a certain someone has works out around this time. A certain someone named... uh... Amy! Got it that time. I would been extremely upset with myself if I had forgotten it again. Anyway, I'd be interested to see how Amy's doing right now.

"How about a trip to the gym?" I ask Violet, which catches her off guard.

"Uh... the gym? Really? Are you sure?"

"What? Afraid of a little exercise?" I respond.

"Of course not. I'm just a bit surprised. Though, I'm sure it will make more sense when we get there," she says as she hops out of her seat.

Not needing any more confirmation, I get up and lead Violet to the campus gym. Given how in shape she is, I'm pretty sure Violet does plenty of exercise on her own time, but I can immediately tell that she's never been in this building before. As we walk around, I notice her glancing around in every direction. She looks somewhat overwhelmed by all the sparkly new equipment, and if I didn't know any better, I might say she even looks... a little nervous.

"You okay, V? You seem kind of all over the place right now. Are you looking for something?" I pause and ask her.

"Huh? Oh! No, I'm alright. I just had no idea this place was so nice. It's a lot to take in," she explains.

"I know what you mean. It's definitely impressive," I agree.

We both head further into the gym as I look around for Amy. Eventually, I spot her running on the treadmill. The first thing I notice is that she's wearing some new clothes, and even better, they actually fit her. She has on a breathable t-shirt and a pair of athletic pants. Not exactly the most flattering outfit, but a step in the right direction for sure. I can also tell that her face is red, probably from a mixture of the running itself and the new arousal she gets from doing so.

As I walk toward her, she sees me approaching, but instead of jumping or freezing up, the small girl actually smiles and waves at me. She pushes a button on the treadmill, causing it to slow down as she steps off. She takes a sip from a water bottle (another welcome addition she didn't have last time) and closes the distance between us slightly.

"Hey, Matt! I'm glad you chose to stop by again! How are you?" She asks with a warm smile.

I can't believe this is the same girl I saw on campus a week ago. Not only is she not showing any signs of fear, but she even sounds enthusiastic. And the craziest part is it has almost nothing to do with the remote. I mean, it got her in the gym, sure, but none of her attributes have anything to do with her confidence. I think most of this is just her.

"I'm doing good, Amy. And it sounds like you are to," I smile back.

"I am. I've been feeling great lately! I've been coming to the gym everyday these past few days, and I think I'm already to see some improvement," Amy elaborates.

"That's awesome! Did you decide to change up you routine, though? I was surprised to see you not lifting weights today." My question causes Amy to laugh, which is something I don't think I've ever seen before.

"Worried you won't be able to spot me? I can't lift weights everyday. Today's leg day. But I'm sure I can find something for you to do if you still want to help. In fact, why don't you... um... you can... er..." she begins to stutter as she shrinks back down slightly.

I notice Amy looking behind me. I turn around to see Violet coming up from behind. It looks like we got separated at some point while I wasn't paying attention.

"Sorry, Matt. Got turned around for a second. But don't worry, I'm fine. Hey! Is this who we came to see?" Violet asks as she takes her place next to me.

"Oh... um... I didn't know you were bringing a friend... uh... hi..." Amy mumbles.

Amy doesn't seem quite as anxious as she did a week ago, but it's still a drastic change from when I was talking to her alone just a second ago. I guess she's had more of a chance to get comfortable around me. Hopefully she can eventually have that level of confidence around everyone, but she's obviously not there yet. Baby steps, I suppose. For now, it seems like I'll have to lead the conversation.

"Amy, this is Violet. Violet, Amy," I introduce.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you!" Violet says as she extends a hand.

Amy looks down at Violet's hand. For a moment, I don't think Amy is going to take it, but eventually, she gives Violet the softest handshake I've ever seen.

"It's... nice to meet you too," she responds.

It takes a bit of coercing, but I manage to get Amy to restart her routine. Once she starts exercising again, she seems much more comfortable. She even keeps a light conversation with me. Emphasis on "light," but again, baby steps. I look over at Violet, who is standing behind Amy as she runs, trying to get a good look at the petite girl's butt. To be fair, this is the first opportunity I've had to see it with any clarity too. It seems pretty cute, honestly. I'm hoping she can beef it up with some squats eventually, but it definitely has potential.

About halfway through her workout, while using a leg extension machine, I notice that Amy is getting particularly heated. Each time her legs rise up, her breath catches in her throat slightly. At one point, she even squeaks out a small moan. Immediately after it happens, she shuts her lips tightly and looks embarrassed. She then gets up off the machine and looks over at me.

"Um... I need a little break... I'll be right back..." She explains before running off.

"I've gotta say, Matt: I wasn't sure about this when you suggested it, but I get it now. Seeing that cute little thing get all hot and sweat is really doing something for me," Violet says once Amy is out of earshot.

"I wish you could have seen her earlier. There's something sexy about how self-assured she was when I first talked to her today," I tell Violet.

"I can appreciate the idea of a strong woman. I certainly wouldn't mind having her sit on my face, especially if she was able to hold me down so I couldn't get away. There's something appealing about someone so small having a bit of a dominant side," Violet adds while biting her lip. "Wow. That thought really got me going. I could touch myself right here. Actually... let me check something real quick."

Violet dashes off before I have a chance to ask where she's going. She's certainly fun to be around, but it can be a bit difficult to keep her under control sometimes. I wouldn't expect her to do anything too crazy, but you never know with her.

A few minutes later, Violet comes back with a big smile on her face. Oh, this aught to be good.

"I was right!" She cheers.

"Right about what?"

"Guess who's in the locker room jilling herself off. That's right! Our precious little Amy!"

"Seriously?" I ask in disbelief.

"You better believe it! I poked my head in and found her stuffing her hand down her pants in the corner. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to join her right then and there."

I look over at the last machine Amy was using before she left and notice that it is currently set to a much higher weight than what she was using on Tuesday. I know she was doing upper body stuff then, but still, the change in difficulty must have affected her level of arousal. I wish I could see how someone as shy as Amy masturbates in public, but I'd rather not take the risk.

A few more minutes pass before Amy comes back out. Her face is less red, though she is clearly embarrassed about what she just did. She silently goes back to her workout without even acknowledging Violet and my presence. She continues her routine, eventually getting back into the swing of things. Partway through, Violet even decides to join her for a few sets, giving the two an opportunity to bond. It's always nice seeing my various women getting along with one another. By the end, Amy seems much more relaxed.

"Alright. That's all I'm doing today. Thanks for spending time with me, guys," Amy says without stuttering. It seems like the end of a workout is when Amy's anxiety is at its lowest.

"Of course! I'll be sure to come back and check on you regularly!" I tell her.

"I'd like that," Amy replies with another smile.

"It was really nice to meet you, Amy," Violet says.

"It was nice to meet you too, Violet. You can... um... stop by every now and then too... if you want to..."

Amy and Violet still aren't close enough for Amy to be completely at ease, but I can tell she's getting there. Which is probably good considering how likely it is that I'll bring Violet back here at some point. With all that done, it's about time for me to leave for my next class, so Violet and I start to head out.

"Oh... and Violet?" We hear Amy call out from behind us.

"Yeah?" Violet asks as we both turn around.

"I'd actually prefer it if you called me 'Amelia.' Please," she say.

"Uh, sure, no problem. Whatever you say, Amelia."

Amy begins packing up her stuff as Violet and I continue to walk out. That was an unexpected ending, something I can confirm that Violet agrees with based on the look she gives me. As far as I'm aware, everyone always called her "Amy" back in high school. Why the sudden change? And why did she specifically tell that to Violet? I've been calling her "Amy" all day. Maybe it's just because she's more familiar with me? I'm not sure. It's hard to know what someone like Amy is thinking.

Once we get out of the gym, Violet asks if she can walk me to class, an offer I graciously accept. We theorize for a bit about what Amy's next attribute could be, with Violet once again throwing out that she hopes it involves Amy sitting on her face. Eventually, we arrive at my literature class, so Violet and I have to part ways once again. We give each other a hug and agree to reach out at some point over the weekend. Hopefully there will be some interesting stories to tell her by then. Though, something tells me there will be. It seems my life has been full of interesting stories recently.