Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

Mr. Stevenson was really working out. Some of the other men and boys working the weights could probably lift more, in one or two reps, but they had the asymmetrical look of someone who worked out just to brag about what they could bench. Only a few of them had the overall physique of Mr. Stevenson, and none to the same degree of perfection. His muscles moved smoothly, even when he was really pounding it out, and his form was perfect. But he seemed to really be pushing himself today. Brooke doubted she could even lift one of the dumbbells he was pushing around like a senior varsity lineman moving a freshman debate club boy out of his way. Just before he looked up and would have caught Brooke watching in the mirror, a deep voice beside her made Brooke's head and eyes turn away. Hey. Nice form. It came from a tall, at least six foot five, guy who had walked up to the stair climber she was using and leaned on the rail. Even being up in the air on the steps of the machine, Brooke's head still wasn't level with his. He was really cute, with deep brown eyes and an angular face accented by the rolled up gym towel he had around his neck. And he was older! Like, maybe almost out of college older. Brooke smiled at him, teeth showing, and unconsciously used one free hand to push her hair back and get it looking cuter. Thanks! Is my back straight enough? she asked, knowing it was but wanting him to check her out from behind. Without moving his feet, the man leaned his torso to the side and watched Brooke's pert ass move and then ran his eyes up her back. Everything looks perfect, he said and lingered. Oh, good. Sometimes I get a little sloppy, you know? I think I need a personal trainer sometimes, she laughed and felt the rush of flirting run through her. I don't know about sloppy, everything looks tight back here, he answered. But if you need some tips I could help you out. I haven't seen you here before. Glad to know it looks tight, Brooke said and felt her heart race a little bit more. No, I don't usually come here. I mean I did last summer but I looked different then. Oh no! Why did she say that? Why would she let him know, even indirectly, that she'd really matured the last year or two and wasn't as old as he thought. My name's Brooke, like the river. What's yours? That's cute, he said and moved his torso so he could look back in her face. He made eye contact and held it, something boys didn't normally do, and Brooke felt like his eyes were making her skin hot. I'm Tony. So you go to school around here? I'm at State, he said. I do, she answered. It wasn't a lie. She did go to school around here, just not the one he really meant. I'm staying with some friends for the summer. Again, not a lie. It just made it sound more sophisticated than it was. Staying with friends was better than staying with my friend's parents while mine are out of town because I'm only 16 and not a big girl. What are you studying? You, right now, he said and laughed as Brooke looked surprised and then laughed back with him. Well, keep hitting the books and maybe you'll do good on the pop quiz, she tossed back and punched the button to slow the machine to a stop. Whew, I'm winded. Maybe that's enough cardio. What do you think I should do next? Tony smiled and held out a hand Brooke didn't need to help her off the machine. It was really large on hers, like Mr. Stevenson's. Well I'm in off season right now. I play hockey and run cross country in between. You like hockey? I love it! she lied. Brooke didn't know a thing about hockey except that if their players were all this cute she was going to make Samantha teach her about it. Samantha knew everything about any sport and was always wanting to drag Brooke to games with her. Usually she just stayed on her phone, or took selfies and posted them about how cool it was she was at the game - whatever it was. You should come out tonight then. It's off season but my team is playing a match to raise some money for the children's hospital. You know the bear throws? We're doing one of those so bring a stuffed bear or animal and at half time we'll have the throw. He leaned forward, catching her eyes with his and keeping them. I'll make sure I catch yours. So, are you going to come? Oh emm gee . Totes! she said and all but shook with excitement. I can't wait. Cool, he said casually and, with his hand on her back just above her butt, Tony steered her towards the same part of the gym where Mike was working out. Brooke didn't even notice, her head was turned to the side looking up at Tony and going wherever this older, confident man was leading. They walked right past Mr. Stevenson and she never looked at him. Tony sat her down at a machine and stood behind her as he started to work her through some exercises. It was 90 flirting and 10 workout. Each of them kept laughing and looking at each other, and they took every chance to touch each other on the arm, the back, Tony even put his arms around Brooke once, his palms on her tummy, encouraging her to really tighten up her core as she did an exercise. They did more reps of that than was really called for. Brooke felt wonderful to be young and pretty and to have the attention of a much older guy who clearly was into her. She felt like she could stay at the gym forever.