ALICE
Hey, where the fuck are you going?
I thought the moaning squats would have gotten something out of him, but I all I got was a look. And then I fucking blew it by breaking eye-contact in an anxiety-induced panic. Goddamn it, I'm a fucking loser. I thought he might've stolen a peek as he was leaving, but he was probably just glancing at something innocuous. I finish my last set (which I was only doing for him in the first place), and rack the bar. My pale skin is glistening with sweat, and I need a shower before I go back to the dorm. I turn off the metal band blaring in my ears, Meshuggah: Rational Gaze is the headbanger I'm working out to. That's all that guy gave me; a rational gaze, nothing more. He's not interested, will never be interested. I sigh to myself, and head for the locker room.
JOHN
I couldn't wait for the apartment. The locker room was empty, and half the fluorescents were turned off, so I figured, why not? That ass bending over in that spandex…the way her crack peaked from the top…the way her cheeks creased down the middle of her tight cloth…
My hand strokes myself hard, and I lie back on the bench. I'm in the corner, past several rows of lockers where no one could see me, if anyone comes in here, I'll have ample time to pull my pants up and hide my erection, but no one will. The gym closes in twenty minutes, and they don't even bother locking up most of the time. I can just lie back, relax, and think of that squatting ass forming against spandex…
ALICE
I wonder what I'll fantasize about tonight? The bald man curling, the vein in his bicep protruding from the thin skin of his arm. The way his forearms rippled with tendons as they strained against the weight, the way his strong hands clenched the bar in a white-knuckled grasp. I want him to touch me like that…his strong hands gripping the fat of my ass…spreading me wide open…pushing inside me…
I step into the locker room and sigh. I can't wait to go back to the dorm. The locker room is empty, and half the fluorescents are turned off, so why not?
I straddle a wooden bench tentatively, trying to figure out how best to simulate my fantasy. Do I ride him, or does he take me missionary? No, he takes me from behind. I shift my weight forward, my left hand planted palm-down on the bench, my torso bending until its parallel with the seat. My right hand (my boyfriend, as sad as that is), sneaks behind me and slides between my cheeks.
JOHN
Was that a voice? Did I just hear a female voice in the men's locker room? The fucking cleaning lady must've thought the place was empty. I wait for a second, my heart beating in my chest, my body not moving a muscle. If someone finds me here, the way I am, I'll lose my tenure for sure. I just need to pull these shorts up…yeah, there's no hiding this boner. The showers are right across the aisle from me. If I can get there without being noticed, I'll be in the clear. I stand up, my rock-hard cock jutting comically from my shorts. I turn around so that I'm facing the far wall. I'll just side-step my way to the shower with my back turned, and the cleaning lady won't see what I'm packing. Just a few, easy steps. I take my first step, nonchalantly looking over my shoulder as I do. Something catches my eye, something black and yellow. And pale.
ALICE
I like fingering myself from behind. Sliding my palm against the soft flesh of my ass, circling the spokes of my anus with my pinky while my other three fingers push inside. The thumb of course, does its work on my clit, and through my years of practice (God, I'm so lonely), I've perfected the art of masturbation. You gotta start slow, working yourself up to it, gently sliding inside and softly stimulating the clit and ass. Then you grind a little harder with your fingers, rub that wonderful spot on your ceiling, work the clit just a little more, and push to the first knuckle in your anus. That's it…just like that. Now, work your wrist slowly, back and forth, in and out...
"Ohhh fuck," I moan to myself as I penetrate my two holes, "right there, Gym-Guy..."
Gym-Guy? Is that the name I'm giving him? How about Rob, or Blake? No time to think about that. My three fingers curl at the knuckle inside me and push harder against my ceiling. A breathy, near-silent gasp murmurs from my slightly-parted lips. My thumb presses down on my clit and rubs with a bit more force. My brow furrows, the lines of my forehead creasing as the gasp turns to a moan. My pinky slides all the way inside my ass, slowly moving in and out as I savor the sinful sensation. My lips part even wider, and the tenor of my moan rises to a whimper.
And that's when I notice it. A urinal, in the women's locker room. This isn't the women's locker room. And if I'm in the men's locker room, and Gym Guy came here to shower…