The Gym

It didn’t take you long to make a decision. Cindy was a cheerleader. She spent a lot of time at the gym. She knew quite a few places in there to hide. Fortunately, you knew quite a few of those hiding places as well. More importantly, you knew someone who knew the gym better than Cindy. Even though it was finals week, you knew he would be in the gym as well.

You didn’t think it would be too hard to convince him to help you. There was a good chance he would do it just for the asking. On the other hand, if he wanted something in exchange for helping you, you figured you would offer him a chance to get into Cindy’s panties. If he accepted, not only did you get help to win, it solved your problem of what to do with Cindy after you won. There was also a good chance that he would insist on his ‘payment’ before he helped you. If it helped you win, you’d consider it worth the price. It wasn’t as if you had never made out with him. Besides, it might just solve your other problem; the fact that you were horny as hell and your desire to get laid was growing.

It didn’t take you long to get to the gym. You were outside in about a minute. Retracing your steps, you arrived in the antechamber and just kept going straight through the glass doors. You paused and looked around. There was nothing to change your thoughts that the best place to look for Cindy was at the gym. You hurried down the path to the Mary Michelle Miller Memorial Fitness Center.

You paused as you noticed the sign on the door. Closed for Finals! You tested the door. It was locked. That was no surprise. There had been a notice announcing the closing posted on the door for a week. However, you weren’t daunted in the least. There was another way in. There was a door on the side of the building that was supposed to be locked. However, it was broken and could be pried open with a little bit of patience. That made the gym a legal place to hide. The fact that she thought no one else knew about it made it the ideal place to hide.

Unfortunately, for her, the same guy who had taught her about the door had taught you as well. You continued around to the side. You looked around as you approached a pair of handless doors. The last thing you wanted to do was let someone else know about the door that was broken. Between the fact it was finals week, the fact that the gym was closed, and the fact there was a party scheduled for later, there wasn’t anyone in sight. In fact, you hadn’t seen anyone on the trip here.

Easing your fingers into the small gap on the right-hand side of the center post, you pressed their tips against the edge of the door and pulled. The door moved a mere quarter inch. But that gave you a chance to shift your fingers to a better grip. After a second attempt and a second shift of your grip, you managed pull the door open enough to slip inside. You paused as the door closed behind you. The inside of the gym was dark. The only light came from the “EXIT” sign over the door. You could barely see your hand as reached for the panic bar on the door behind you.

Fortunately you didn’t need to see anything to know what was there. There was a hallway in front of you. It led to the basketball court, locker rooms, and the weight room. There was a hallway to your left. Down it were the swimming pool, tennis courts, and outdoor fields. And to your right, there were stairs leading up and down. The stairs leading up lead to the bleachers overlooking the basketball court. The other stairs lead down to the indoor track and handball courts.

You knew that your friend would not be in the stands, but he could be down any of the other way available to you.