Lunch is uneventful and now its gym time

You skip through lunch pretty quickly and before you know its gym time. Process of elimination tells you its pull day since you already did push and legs so it only makes sense. Not one to disappoint twice in a row Scarlett makes sure she is first to arrive coming in a ridiculous 30 minutes early and you watch her on the rowing machine, the rest yesterday seems to have done her some good because she looks a whole lot better.

Everyone arrives and the session begins, rows, pull downs, back flys, bicep curls it doesn’t take long but your arms are killing you, you can barely grip the dumb bell when it comes to your final set, but this isn’t even your biggest worry. Your heart is slowly dropping as you keep trying to catch Scarlett’s eye or have a joke and she is having none of it, one-word answers or flat out avoiding you. She’s really not happy and your mind starts racing.

“Did she figure out it was me, oh my god she hates me that’s why she won’t even talk to me. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, fuck me.”

You work yourself up into an absolute state of worry through the rest of the session. (Note: Imagine your actions having consequences) You head into the showers after the warm down, almost dreading seeing Scarlett, just for fear that she might have been waiting till it was just the two of you before deciding to unload on you. However, she almost runs when she sees you, so you begin to wonder if maybe you had it wrong?

“That doesn’t seem to be the behaviour of an angry person? What is going on here? Fuck it maybe she hates me or maybe its something else but I'm never going to find out if I just sit here and guess. I have to be direct.”

You have a quick shower determined to be finished before her, you rush out as you hear her shower end and quickly throw on a towel, checking yourself in the mirror you decide you don’t look too bad as you stand in front of her shower door hands on your hips.

The door opens and you see Scarlett freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Missing something?” you say holding up the key to her chastity belt.

“I umm, I was gonna, like-” She’s struggling harder than normal to formulate a sentence under pressure.

“What’s going on? You wont talk to me or even look at me today? Is this about yesterday?”

Her eyes drop to the floor. “You were just trying to help and I pretty much told you to fuck off. Aren’t you mad at me?”

You struggle for a second, clearly this girl must have had some issues in the past with friendships for her to be reacting this hard and the feelings of guilt for what you did start to re-emerge.

“Uhhhh, girl you didn’t even swear, I'm pretty sure if I was being **** through my second orgasm I’d have had a lot more choice words to say. If you still feel bad you can make it up to me by-”

Her face picks up into a genuine smile and her demeanor completely changes. This was clearly weighing heavily on her mind. You have a second to react before she reaches out and hugs you. Due to being such a shorty her face sits almost perfectly between your tits and even through a towel, you make sure you hold her there for just a little too long.

“Oh yeah, about the belt…”

“Ah yes, maybe we should both go back into the shower booth” You twirl the key around your finger as you both walk back into her shower and close the door. Once you are in you make a real show of dropping to your knees in front of her. She looks at you for a second.

“Well? You just like looking at me down here?”

She stifles a small laugh as she lifts her towel allowing you access to unlock the belt. You reach up and undo the tiny little lock and you begin to pull the belt down when suddenly her hands swat yours away and she drops the towel again.

“Uh, uh, uh, I wouldn’t be painting a very good image of myself if I let you down there before the first date, would I?”

You pout.

“I will give the belt back to you tomorrow, now out I'm getting dressed in here.”

You can’t help but smile as you are ushered out of the shower booth. You resume getting dressed and head back to your dorm.