Pumping Iron – Secret Gym Sessions: Part Two

The Temple, the gym Rea owned and managed, sat perched on the edge of the Shadow Creek area of Elmsbrook, its windows framing the vast expanse of the beach beyond. The late evening light painted the sands a soft gold, the waves whispering secrets to the shore as they lapped at the feet of the horizon. Rea stood behind the glass at the east side of the weight room, her eyes lingering on the serene beauty outside, the sound of the ocean a gentle lullaby to the pattern of silence that surrounded her. She stood lost in tought with a damp towel covering her bottom half. The floor was a mosaic of black and red mats, the equipment gleaming with the promise of a new day’s conquests. The faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air, a silent sentinel of the battles won and lost within these walls.

Growing up in the Whispering Pines slums had been a life lesson in survival. The air was thick with the smell of burnt dreams and the cries of lost souls, the streets a canvas for the art of despair. Jake had been her beacon in the murk, a lanky figure with a mop of blond hair that never quite knew how to stay in place. They had met in an abandoned camper, two misfits trying to navigate the treacherous waters of childhood. Jake had looked up at her with those innocent blue eyes, and she had felt something stir within her, something she hadn’t been able to name until much later.

Rea had been a tomboy back then, her mother’s dresses and ribbons abandoned in favor of hand-me-down sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. Her hair was a mess of black curls that she kept short to avoid the taunts of the other kids, her cheeks still round with the softness of youth. Jake had never seen her as anything but one of the guys, his best friend and partner in crime. They had played games of tag that had turned into games of hide and seek from the shadowy figures that lurked in the alleyways, their laughter echoing through the night like a siren’s call to freedom.

In the sticky heat of the Whispering Pines summers, they had played baseball until their hands were raw and their clothes were sticky with sweat. Rea had been a force to be reckoned with, her arm throwing the ball with a precision that left the boys gaping. She had been the fastest, the strongest, and the bravest of them all, her fearlessness a beacon in the grim reality of their lives. Jake had tagged along, his lanky frame struggling to keep up with the older kids, but Rea had never left him behind.

Through the years, as they grew, so did the games. From street football to daring night raids on the local convenience store, they were inseparable. Rea had been the ringleader, her sharp wit and unshakeable confidence leading them through every escapade. Jake had been her loyal sidekick, his blue eyes wide with admiration as he watched her take charge.

As they grew into their teenage years, the lines of their friendship began to blur. Jake had discovered the gym, his body transforming from a gangly collection of limbs into a sculpted work of art. His blond hair grew out into a messy mop, and his clothes grew tighter to showcase his newfound muscles. The other kids in the neighborhood couldn’t help but stare as he strutted down the street, his broad shoulders and narrow waist a stark contrast to the baggy clothes of his youth.

Rea, on the other hand, had blossomed into a creature of sex and beauty. Her once-rounded cheeks had hollowed out, revealing the sharp bones beneath. Her breasts had filled out, and whennthe boys began to see her as a conquest she learned to hate it. Her hair grew long and sleek, and she had started to experiment with makeup, playing up her fiery personality with bold red lips and dark, smoky eyes. Her clothes became baggier, looser, and more concealing.

The shift in their friendship was gradual, almost imperceptible at first. The other boys in the neighborhood, once eager to follow her lead, now greeted her with a mix of lustful looks and lascivious remarks. They saw the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the way her ass filled out her jeans. But when they approached her, she would brush them off, her voice low and gruff, her eyes cold and hard.

Rea found refuge in the gym with Jake, the smell of sweat and metal a welcome escape from the leers and catcalls that had started to follow her everywhere. She threw herself into her workouts with a fervor that was both inspiring and intimidating. The weights became her sanctuary, the benches and barbells her trusted companions. And through it all, Jake remained by her side, his friendship unwavering. Their long tiring days turned into long tiring nights as they explored eachother.

Jake had own the jackpot in him mind. He found himself attracted to males and females though he kept quiet due the the extreem homophobia of the teens at school. Rea never judged and even indulged him in his needs at night. The gym had become a place of refuge for them both, a sanctuary from the judgments and expectations of the outside world. As they grew closer, the barriers between friendship and something more began to blur.

It was during one of their late afternoon workout sessions at the schools track that Jake met Samantha. She was a new student, a delicate blonde with a figure that could make even the dumbest of teens shut up trying to figure out what to say in a way that would not offend her. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of mischief, and she had an infectious laugh that filled the room. Rea felt a strange twist in her stomach as she watched Jake light up at the sight of her simple beauty. Samantha smiled feeling resentful of Rea, her eyes lingering on Rea’s curves that she could never replicate.

Jake stormed inside pissed and anxious. His eyes scanned the gym, searching for the one person who could justify the state of dread that had settled in his stomach since the phone call. Spotting Rea leaning against the free weights, water dropplets still clinging to her bare breasts, he marched over, his boots echoing through the gym.

“What the fuck, Rea?” he spat out, his voice a mix of anger and fear. “That the fuck did you fucking do?” “I…I just got so mad. I didnt realize what was happening till I was done. I-“

“Mad?” Jake’s voice was a whip crack. “Mad? That’s all you have to say for yourself? You cant rape girls everytime you get pissed off like some roid rage lesbo fuck!”

Rea’s eyes widened, the reality of her actions crashing down on her. “Jake, I didn’t… I mean, it’s not like that. It just… happened.”

Jake’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. “It just happened?” he repeated incredulously. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? That’s not the kind of shit that just happens, Rea. You need to get a grip on yourself. Where is she?”

Rea’s gaze darted to the shower, where the water had finally stopped. “In there,” she murmured, her voice small and defeated. “I…I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

Jake crosses the wieght room and reaches for the door to the women’s locker room and showers. “Jake! Wait! Before you go in there!” Rea called out, her voice filled with concern. But Jake was beyond listening, his mind racing with thoughts of what he might find. “Its samantha!” Jake stopped in his tracks.

“What did you do to her?” he asked, his voice shaking with anger. Rea stepped in front of him, her face a mask of defiance. “What makes you think you’re any better than me?” she sneered, her eyes flashing with challenge. “You’re just as much of a fucking animal as I am.”

Jake’s hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white. “I never hurt anyone,” he said through gritted teeth. “You think all those girls i’ve dealt with for you over the years were willing?”

Rea’s smirk grew wider and she stepped toward him. “They didn’t have to be,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. “You know what you had me doing. You know I was drugging them, making sure they were nice and compliant for you.”

Jake’s eyes widened in shock as he stepped towards her. “What, no, that’s different-” “Is it?” Rea interrupted, her voice like a whip crack. “You think because you didn’t slip the pills that you’re somehow innocent? You fucked them when they were blacked out. Don’t say its different. I’m just “man” enough to want them awake.”

Jake took a few more steps, his hands clenched at his sides. “You’re sick,” he yelled, still trying to rationalize the difference in his mind. “We’re both sick.” Said Rea. They stood chest to chest with what seemed like anger in both their eyes.

“You knew,” she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. “You knew what we were doing, and you didn’t stop me. You enjoyed it.” They stared at eachother, niether of them yielding to the other. Jake broke first and kissed Rea hard and deep.

It was a kiss filled with anger and passion, a dance of dominance and submission. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, his cock hardening against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as her cock hardened against his.

Rea’s hands moved with a desperate urgency, clawing at Jake’s shirt, pulling it over his head. His skin was slick with sweat, his chest a canvas of muscles and scars. He was a stark contrast to Samantha’s delicate perfection, and it only made her want him more. She kissed him harder, her tongue dueling with his, tasting the mouth she knew so well.

Jake’s hands slid down to her towel, and with a rough jerk, it fell away, leaving her bare before him. Her cock stood tall and proud, a declaration of intent that he couldn’t ignore. He stepped back, his eyes drinking her in, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his shorts.