Several days later...

Andrew groaned as he looked around the crowded school gym. He had never had much use for exercise, but Maria was insistent. Apparently her simulated affection included a simulated concern for his health and a simulated understanding of how to motivate him.

"The first taste is free," she'd said to the red-face, barely conscious Andrew after a marathon sex session. "You get of these for every forty-five minutes you spend at the gym. And don't lie to me - I'll know."

"You mean you won't fuck me unless I work out?" he wheezed incredulously.

"Of course that's not what I mean," she said. She stood and in spite of his complete sexual exhaustion Andrew couldn't look away from her firm, ripe ass. "I'd fuck you right now if I thought you'd survive it. But that stuff we just did- that's only for good boys. And what do good boys do, Andrew?"

He stared at her sullenly. "Even the mouth thing?"

"Especially the mouth thing."

Andrew knew Maria would know if he lied, and the symphony of pleasure she'd been regularly conducting him all but **** him onto the elliptical. At least today he had a fantastic view; the woman in front of him was all curves squeezed into casual workout attire. Short and petite, with an ass you could bounce a doubloon off of, she kept Andrew's mind off of his aching legs for most of his workout.

Finally, the machine chimed and he sighed with relief as he powered it down. To his surprise, she did the same, also panting with effort. She turned and smiled at him; her face was as cute as her body, with freckles and a small mole on her nose giving her a slightly tomboyish look.

"Pat," she said, and offered her sweat-covered hand. He shook it and introduced himself.

"Are you new to campus?" she asked after taking a long pull from her water bottle. He shook his head.

"Just the gym," he told her.

"I can tell," she said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, we're all a little intimidated at first. You'll get the hang of it."

Andrew nodded, desperately trying to maintain eye contact. "Yeah, I guess..."

"Trust me, you will! Here, you want me to show you the ropes?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she gestured to a large, complex-looking device. "Climb aboard, I'll walk you through it."

Andrew looked over the thing doubtfully. "I don't know... I think I'll stick to-"

He was interrupted as Pat grabbed his hand and pulled him reluctantly over to the machine. He swallowed nervously and tried to will away his boner as she put her hands on his shoulders and guided him into a sitting position.

"You're never gonna make any gains on the elliptical," Pat insisted. Before he could object, Andrew was grunting with effort as he moved two bars back and forth.