I wasn’t always like this. I was a good, quiet girl that no one noticed. I did my homework on time, all my chores, got home before curfew, the whole nine yards. But I never did anything out of the ordinary because I didn’t like too much attention. It made me nervous. So when I first arrived at college it was the same as it had always been. Shy Tammy, relying on her old friends to make new friends, never talking to boys at parties.
But really, what did I know about sex? Basically nothing. I wasn’t technically a virgin, but after what happened to me the beginning of freshman year…well lets just say for all practical purposes I was one before then. There was no way for me to anticipate what would happen to me that fateful day Jessica bailed on me to go to the gym.
I remember looking at my watch and sighing. Jessica was supposed to meet me at our apartment twenty minutes earlier so that we could go to the gym together, but of course she was late as always.
I picked up my phone and called my missing friend.
“Hello?” Jessica’s voice came over the phone, innocent as ever.
“Hey. Remember how we were going to the gym?”
“Oh…my God, Tammy I am so sorry!” she moaned. “I completely forgot. I’m still wrapping up here at the walkathon—”
“Don’t worry about it,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear any more about my perfect friend and her charity event.
“Tammy, please let me make it up to you—also, Greg says hi!”
I closed here eyes and exhaled, imaging my friend’s perfect boyfriend, who was rich, smart, and drop dead gorgeous. It made perfect sense though, because Jessica is a perfectly proportioned angel, with luxurious blonde hair and gleaming hazel eyes. They were the most perfect couple. I often wondered how they even hung around someone like me, dumpy, frumpy old Tammy.
“Let’s just get lunch sometime,” I resigned, unable to get mad at my lifelong friend.
“Okay, thanks. Again I am sooo sorry! I’ll call you later!” There was a click and I threw my phone across the bed, pitying myself for a moment. Lately I had been feeling very lonely. A lot of my friends were pairing off, and those who hadn’t were getting busy because midterms were coming up.
I stood up with a sigh and walked over to my closet. Stop pitying yourself, I told myself. I combed through my clothes for my track shorts and then walked over to my dresser to pick out a clean sports bra. I peeled off my summer dress, letting it drop to the floor. I looked down with dismay at my pale skin. My large breasts require a special kind of bra to keep the girls from flying into my face while working out. I was self-conscious of the round flare of my hips, and I hastily pulled up my shorts to hide them from my own sight.
I faced myself in the mirror. “Okay, I can do this,” I said, nodding to my reflection and pulling my long red hair in a ponytail. For some reason I had a lot of trouble remembering the routine Jessica had set for me, mostly because I don’t much care for working out. I turned to my desk and quickly scribbled down everything I could remember of it. I looked at my Medieval Literature essay staring up at me from my desk, and quickly averted my eyes. I knew it desperately needed revisions. But for some reason, whenever I worked on essays from my Medieval Literature class, all I could think about was Professor Kent’s wide shoulders and deep, brown eyes—
I shook my head and tossed my gym bag strap over my shoulder. Today I would get in a good work out, and nothing was going to get in the way. Or so I thought.
At the gym I was glad to see it was pretty empty. I made a mental note to come to the gym at 9 pm more often. I clambered the steps to the second floor and found my favorite elliptical in a secluded corner for my warm up. Happy with my little corner, I jumped on and put my headphone buds in.
After only a few minutes, a gym employee came by to wipe down some of the machines. I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead, but I couldn’t help but check out his cute butt once he turned around and bent over, stretching to wipe down the handle bar of a stationary bike.
I felt a warmness grow in my lower belly. My eyes followed the strong line of his ass, and I turned my gaze upwards at his back, almost bursting from the cotton t-shirt he was wearing. A small moan escaped my lips. The guy turned around and I quickly averted my gaze. A blush crept over my cheeks.
It had been too long since I had had sex, and much too long since I even had decent sex. It had been a year to the day exactly, and I remembered the warm touch of Mike, my ex-boyfriend. We were in his car parked by the beautiful Banker’s Lake at midnight, warming each other’s bodies under the stars, the night before our high school graduation.
He came too early and dumped me three days later.
I had very little luck with dating since. Even the thought of picking someone up at a bar or party made me wide-eyed and nervous. My friends were always telling me that I was gorgeous, that I needed to lighten up, but I feel like that was the only way they knew how to comfort the fat girl. Who could want to go home with me when I lived with Jessica, the gorgeous bombshell? Even if they couldn’t have her, the thought of a guy drooling over my best friend every time she was around was enough to keep me from trying.
I raised the volume on my iPod and kept my head down until I felt his presence was gone. I looked up and, seeing that he had left, sighed with relief. But my relief was short-lived because just as I got back into the swing of my workout, a familiar figure came down the hall towards the secluded corner of cardio machines.
It was Professor Kent in a tight gray shirt.
I froze. Kent’s brows raised up and he smiled, as if pleasantly surprised to see me. I tried to smile back and avoid scanning his taught body and easy dark eyes. The shock of gray hair was even sexier with this look for some reason, and I could feel the warmth come back, hardening inside of me.
Kent nodded in acknowledgement and walked past me.
Thank God, I thought to myself, realizing he was going to one of the weight rooms or the restrooms that followed down the hall. I replayed the image of him coming by in my head over and over again as I continued peddling my legs toward the ground. I imagined smoothing my hands over his broad chest and reaching up around his thick neck into his speckled hair. I imagined pulling his face towards mine, his thick lips hovering over the bow of my mouth, my lashes grazing against his hard cheeks.
I moaned, this time loudly. I couldn’t pull myself from my fantasy long enough to be embarrassed. I could almost feel his large hands trailing up under my shirt, teasing the skin just beneath my breasts with his palms. I was panting at this point, feeling the throb between my legs rise and fall.
I moaned again loudly, and this time I was startled by the sound of my own voice. I hadn’t realized how ridiculous I sounded until my iPod cut out, and I quickly whipped my head around to make sure I was alone.
I was not.
I had forgotten about the lone stationary bike behind me, so old that I assumed that no one ever bothered to use it. Turned out Professor Kent did. He lifted a questioning brow at me, a small smirk playing at the edges of his lips. I ripped the buds out of my ears quickly, scanning my mind for some kind of reasonable excuse.
“S-sorry,” I stammered. “I...I’m not used to exercising so much. It um…it hurts.” I said, resisting the urge to facepalm myself. It was the lamest excuse, I knew, but I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Could have fooled me,” he responded with a charming smile.
I let out a nervous laugh and shoved the buds back in my ears before whipping my head back around. ‘Was he talking about my ass? There’s no way,’ I told myself, shaking my head slightly. I tried to turn my iPod back on but realized with dismay I must have forgotten to charge it. I continued to peddle my feet, now somewhat self-conscious. I kept the buds in out of insecurity, not wanting to appear like I was invested in anything other than my own workout.
“I would love to bend you over,” Kent muttered under his breath. My heart stopped and so did my feet for a second, before I quickly started moving again. I could not believe what I was hearing. I must have heard it wrong.
“Oh, so you can hear me?” he said, a little louder this time. I heard the humming of his stationary bike come to a halt.
‘There is no way,’ I repeated to myself. But before I could even attempt to refocus on my workout, I heard footsteps coming up from behind me. I looked up and there he was, grinning at me from the front of my elliptical machine.
“Get off that,” he commanded, looking me straight in the eye.
“Get off the machine,” he commanded this time more harshly, the smile turning menacing.
Trembling slightly I stepped off the machine, awaiting his next command.
“Now walk down the hall.” I hesitated, and his face hardened. I turned, feeling exposed as my back faced him, and walked down the hall. It felt like eternity before he opened the last door on the right, which I had never gone in before. It was dark, and I didn’t have much time to examine what looked like a storage closet before he shoved me inside and close the door behind us. He spun me around and forced me against the closed door, pushing his body against mine. I could feel his cock bulge against me. He dipped his head by my ear, breathing heavily onto my neck.