When I return to my dorm, I find a naked woman in my bed. Confused after a filling meal, I turn to my roommate’s bed and see he’s passed out as well. I try shaking the woman. She groans and rolls over; her breasts exposed to the cool air and her nipples were erect.
I look at the window with a blank face. Why does this always happen? I grab her clothes off the floor and drape them over her chest and shake her again. This time she stirs, a bit annoyed to be woken, but when she sees me crouched by the bed, she startles.
“Oh, you must be Eric’s roommate.” She holds a hand to her mouth as she whispers, sitting up and holding the sheet to cover herself. I nod and she blushes. “Give me a sec.”
I step away from the bed with my back to her as she puts her clothes on. “Shit.” Resisting the urge to turn around, I stuff my hands in my pockets and wait.
After a moment, she puts a hand on my shoulder. As I turn to face her, she gives me a gentle peck on the cheek. “Thanks for being so cool about this.” I nod and straighten my bed out as she creeps to the door.
From the corner of my eye, I see her pause by Eric’s bed. She checks me first, but I continue to sort out the comforter and pillow. She lifts the blanket and ducks under for a moment. I shake my head and grab my shower caddy.
When I turn around, she’s at the door looking back at me. “Thanks again.” She whispers. “If you find my panties, just give them to Eric and he can return them to me.”
I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as she shuts the door. If Eric weren’t such a heavy sleeper, I’d make him get up and look for her, but even she gave up tonight.
I shower quickly, trying to stifle thoughts of you, ignoring my swelling sausage, and hop into bed. You haunt my dreams as a faceless woman I chase around, but can never catch.
In the morning I’m pitching a tent. Eric is gone and I don’t have classes until late morning. After dealing with my member and shooting a load into some dirty boxers, thinking of you, I go searching for you around campus.
For three days, I try to find you. I can’t find your car in the parking lot or spot you anywhere on campus. You’re like a phantom or figment of my imagination, but I know you were real. As active as my fantasies can be, I would never have come up with your performance in the library.
Frustrated and unable to sleep the next day, I decide to hit the gym to work out my emotions. It’s way earlier than anyone else would ever go to the gym, but it’s typically open twenty-four-seven.
As I cross the street to the sports facility, the dark lights worry me. I’m bundled up against the cold with only thin gym clothes on underneath. If it’s locked, I’m going to kick myself.
I shuffle to the doors and pull. They’re open, but the lights are off. I don’t know where to turn them on, but with the streetlamps outside, there’s enough light for me to find the gym doors.
Before I can grab the door handle, I hear a groan. At first, my heart races, startled by the noise. I see movement in the dim gym and pause. Surely no one would work out in the dark. I knew where the lights were here, but instead of stepping in, I walk down the hall, peering through the large windows.
No. Fucking. Way.
My heart leaps into my throat, and my head feels light. In the middle of the dark gym, working out, is you. I’m so excited I almost rush back to the doors, but you gasp and I freeze in my tracks. Looking closer, I can make out what exercise you’re doing, though I can’t tell the weight. You grunt again, which isn’t out of place at the gym, but something about your voice makes my blood run hot beneath my skin.
You moan next and I realize what’s off. You’re pulling the cord between your legs, and really enjoying it. A flash boner pops into my shorts. As tempted as I am, I know the sports facility has cameras. Do you know that? Maybe that’s why you left the lights off.
Wanting to warn you about the cameras and finally meet you, I return to the doors where I can still see your face, though the rest of you is hidden. I try to pull the doors open quietly so as not to scare you, but they don’t open. Are they locked? How the hell did you get in?
I tug on the door to see if it’s just stuck. Bad idea. It clatters and echoes throughout the entire facility. You yelp and turn your face toward the door. In the dark, I’m not sure if you can see me or not, but your eyes bore a hole through the glass doors as you drop your jaw.
I don’t know if you are trying to finish before someone comes in, or if knowing someone is watching is making it easier for you, but your eyes roll back in your head as it falls back. You bob up and down, disappearing and reappearing behind the workout equipment. A loud guttural moan fills the gym as you drop below the welcome counter between us.
Silence falls and you don’t reappear. I stand motionless, pre-cum soaking my shorts and growing cold on my dickhead. I try the doors again after a few minutes, but they’re still locked and you don’t seem to be coming to let me in. I tuck myself away and walk back to my dorm.
I make a detour to the bathroom to let one out, then lay on my bed until I’m sure the gym is open. When I return, the lights are on and a few cardio bunnies are running on the treadmills and a gym rat is pumping iron in the corner. Before I start any workout of my own, I head straight for the machine you were using.
Even from a distance, I can tell you were here. A large wet spot darkens the blue carpet. Anyone else might assume it’s just sweat, though a lot more than seems reasonable, but I know better. And my dick knows better, making a return and forcing me to sit on the machine to hide it.
The seat isn’t wet, but I decide to use the same machine. On the first repetition, I see the cord glisten in the fluorescent light. You really had some fun here. My cock throbs in my shorts and I resist the urge to smell the cord as I pull it down in front of me.
I look around the gym and see no one is paying me any attention. I check the security cameras nonchalantly. If I’m fast, no one will know what I’m doing. I watch the wet cord extend and retract several times, inches from my face. I feel like such a creep. But then again, you have been putting on these shows. Maybe seeing what I’m about to do is what you want. Or would turn you on even more?
I take a calming breath and watch the cord for a few more reps, my arms getting tired since I’ve lost count of my set. I try to start counting again, but the temptation is too great and takes all my attention away from what I’m doing.
I sniff the cord. I smell you. My cock trembles and a light load of pre-cum spurts out with a microgasm. My body shutters and I lose my grip on the handle. The weights clang loudly, but I play it off like it was on purpose and I’m just done with my set. I brace my hands on my knees and lean forward. Well, that’s a first.
