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She doesn’t normally check people out at the gym. She doesn’t normally check anyone out at all. She wasn’t even sure that was what she was doing until Nell found herself staring at his ass while he was lifting weights and couldn’t convince even herself she was simply checking on his form.
He’s a complete stranger, and honestly, Nell has barely seen his face, but that won’t stop her from appreciating the body he built for himself, and all the things she apparently likes about that body.
It’s not like she’s had time to do this before. Nell was homeschooled and on the move for most of her life, with an angry hand waiting for her if she ever looked at anyone for too long, so yeah, it’s taken her until she’s twenty-five and free from her abusers to realize she can look. She can stare. She can appreciate the fact that his biceps are just a little too big for the t-shirt he’s wearing.
He’s never facing a mirror, much to Nell’s growing annoyance. She visits this gym three times a week, always at the same time, and yes, after some careful observation and changing up her schedule, all three of those times just happen to be times when the stranger is also there. It's fine, it's not a thing.
He has really good form.
His blond hair is long enough on top to hide most of his features, with shaved sides and a wicked undercut Nell wouldn’t mind scritching with her nails. He’s always wearing loose black sweatpants, a tight shirt, and black armbands that have got to be soaked with sweat after every session. Objectively, he’s cute.
To prove to herself how objective her observation is, she asks her best friend Dan to join her at the gym. She’s known Dan for years, having met as college roommates who were simply too stressed to ever have time for bullshit or lies, and have been besties ever since. She’s happily married now, a toddler at home with her stay-at-home husband Matt, the full white picket fence dream were it not for the fact that Nell knows they met at a BDSM club.
Dan has no intentions of ever joining Nell on more than one gym visit a week, but every now and then they make it work.
“Oh hey,” Nell says casually as she raises the incline on the treadmill. “It’s hot gym boy.”
Dan, who’s not even pretending her elliptical is on, looks up from her phone. “What? A hot boy? And you noticed him?”
“I notice tons of people,” Nell says, pulling a face. “It's not my fault they don’t do anything for me.”
“Of course not,” Dan agrees. “So who’s this guy that was special enough for you to notice him? Show me, show me, show—”
“There,” Nell nods in his direction.
He’s lifting weights across the room. wearing a sweat-soaked tank top today, giving Nell the full view of his biceps this time. This is even worse.
“Oh honey,” Dan says.
“What?” Nell cycles through the obvious mistakes she could have made, assumptions no one who had a normal upbringing would make. “...Gay?”
Dan snorts. “I mean, most likely, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what?”
“That’s not a guy.”
Nell twists her head to look at the guy. Not-guy.
“How do you know? You’re sure?”
Dan nods and looks over at him, far more subtle than Nell was, probably.
“I know because her name is Andrea and we were in the same cooking class last year.”
At the sound of her name, the woman, Andrea, turns around, and for the first time, Nell can actually see her face. Unfortunately for her, that means the first time Andrea looks at Nell, Nell’s mouth is hanging open and she almost trips on the treadmill before she pauses it.
Andrea walks over to them, and says, “Dan.”
“Hi Andrea,” Dan says, before looking over to Nell, prompting her to introduce herself.
“I—” Nell falters. Perhaps she squeaks.
Andrea, unmoved, takes one look at Nell’s face, glances down at her chest — which, rude, maybe, but also maybe not rude, Nell can’t decide that fast — nods at Dan and walks away.
Nell guffaws. Sputters. Fumes, briefly. She looks at Dan, who looks back with something close to pity, and then Nell asks, “Was she looking at my tits?”
Dan was very unhelpful when she only replied, “Well, they are hard to miss.” and continued texting on her stationary elliptical.
Fine. Nell would find out herself. Not about the tits part, because frankly, Nell knows everyone stares at her tits. It was a nightmare to find a sports bra to contain them, never mind even how much it cost just to support these bad boys.
Really, Nell wouldn’t mind at all if Andrea would stare at her tits some more. If she’s gay, like Dan implied, well, Andrea could probably do a whole lot more than look at them.
It’s decided, then. She’s going to seduce Andrea with her womanly wiles, whatever those are. It’ll be fine. Google is her best friend.
She starts by ditching all her regular gym shirts, the ones that create awkward uni-boob situations, and replacing them with tank tops. Low-cut, of course, since there’s no point in getting high-necked ones.
It has the desired effect of Andrea looking her way, but the only difference is now Andrea smirks before looking at her tits. If things keep going this slow, it’s going to take forever before she has Andrea’s head between her legs.
Google is a shitty best friend, it turns out, and she’s desperately on page three when she finally finds a Reddit thread that inspires her.
When Nell read the thread, she thought she was soooo clever, but now that she’s actually sitting on the machine the internet calls a chest fly, she has no idea what she’s doing.
She’s looking at the different weights, the handles, the way the back is leaning, and she almost jumps up and grins when Andrea walks in, but she can’t do that, of course. That’s not part of the plan.
Andrea doesn’t say anything the first time she passes her, but she doesn’t have to wait long, incidentally sitting next to where Andrea usually does her barbell reps, before she knows she has Andrea’s eyes on her.
She purposefully grabs the handles in the wrong way and sighs before making a move to start.
“Stop,” Andrea’s voice rings out.
Nell blinks at her and opens her eyes a little wider than usual. “What?”
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Nell shakes her head like she doesn’t know what Andrea means.
“Your grip,” Andrea explains.
Nell looks at her hands on the handles, her upper arms squeezing her chest closer together. She looks up at Andrea and wonders if that was overkill. “Show me?”
She had meant for Andrea to adjust Nell’s grip herself, hoping the zing of their skin touching would awaken some primal urge in Andrea to take Nell right then and there, but instead, Andrea says, “Move.”
“I’m Nell,” Nell says stupidly.
Andrea looks at her for a full five seconds, really pushing home just how idiotic it was to introduce herself at that moment, and then she says, “Okay. Move, Nell.”
Nell moves. She likes the way Andrea says her name.
Andrea takes her seat, changes the weights, grabs the handles the way Nell technically knows they should be grabbed in her frankly impressively sized hands, and pushes them together in front of her chest. Her biceps, triceps —whichever fucking muscles are in her arms because Nell forgot every single anatomy lesson— are swollen, bulging even, as Andrea shows her how to use the machine in the most homosexual way possible.
Nell unfortunately has to face the fact that seeing Andrea work out two feet in front of her, makes her incredibly wet. She fights the urge to rub her thighs together, or to check which shorts she was wearing and if they would show incriminating evidence.
Andrea, seemingly satisfied that her instructions were clear, stands up to make room for Nell.
Well, she can’t not use the machine now, can she?
She sits back down and whimpers when she has to spread her legs on the seat. A quick glance down shows her she’s wearing black nylon shorts, which was an amazing call from past Nell who could not have foreseen this horny future for her.
Nell grabs the handles the right way and under Andrea’s watchful eye, she pushes.
Nothing happens.
She tries to push again.
It doesn’t budge.
When she looks up at Andrea with what Dan affectionately calls her cow-eyes, Andrea’s smirking.
Nell pouts. “Now what?”
Andrea steps in between Nell’s legs, leans over her so her face is close to her ear and she whispers, “I can smell you from over there.”
Nell gasps softly.
Andrea hums. “Pretty noise.”
Nell almost goes cross-eyed when Andrea moves back after adjusting something.
“Don’t take on what you can’t handle, princess.”
Nell thinks she might slip off the seat before Andrea nods towards the weights on the machine. She moved it all the way down.
Nell still can’t speak when Andrea looks her up and down and nods.
“See you around.”
Nell has to admit —after jerking off aggressively in her shower— she got got. Andrea managed to surprise her and got the better of her during her perfect ‘ distract Andrea into fucking me ’ plan. The only way to win this obvious challenge is to get Andrea on top of her. Underneath her could work too, but honestly, that sounds like a lot of work, and Nell’s much more comfortable on her back.
It can’t be that hard, right? They’re both obviously interested, given the fact that Nell almost slipped on her own juices on the seat and Andrea was able to identify that the smell of desperation in the air was, in fact, Nell’s pussy.
They’ve been eye-fucking from across the gym for a few weeks when something finally happens. Nell wouldn’t be able to say what was different this day compared to others; if her tits were perkier, if her shorts were extra tight, or if Andrea just got tired from being able to look but not touch.
She’s leaving the gym when she sees Andrea waiting outside next to the door. She’s wearing black cargo pants and a leather jacket over a black sports bra, which Nell feels should be illegal, actually. Andrea doesn’t say anything but nods towards the alley next to the gym, and when they walk over, she takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one while offering Nell another.
When she takes it, Andrea signals her over to light it on her already lit cigarette, tips touching until the burn transfers when Nell inhales. Their heads are so close Nell could count Andrea’s eyelashes if she wanted to, their eyes locked on each other.
Andrea’s cigarette is only halfway done before she suddenly throws the stick to the ground and grabs Nell’s neck to pull her close and kiss her, her tongue chasing the taste of smoke in Nell’s mouth.
Nell drops her own cigarette when Andrea pushes her up against the wall, and when Nell feels the hard brick against her shoulders, she moans and puts her hands on Andrea’s hips to pull her closer.
She’s enjoying the frantic make-out session so much that she’s surprised when Andrea’s hand lands on her thigh, pulling her leg up and around her. Why did she choose today of all days to wear a mini skirt?
Nell pulls free for a moment to ask, “What— What are you doing?”
She’s out of breath and shocked to learn she’s not even against the idea when Andrea says, “You don’t want to?”
“I want to,” Nell says quickly. “Just, what exactly? Indulge me with some running commentary.”
God, this is so embarrassing and virginal for someone who’s been masturbating to the thought of Andrea for weeks now.
Andrea grins, luckily, (and gorgeously, Nell must add), before saying “I’m going to finger you until you can’t walk anymore.”
Her hand starts moving up Nell’s inner thigh, making the sensitive skin under her skirt shiver.
“That alright with you?” Andrea whispers while trailing kisses down her jawbone before moving to longer kisses on her neck.
Nell drops her head against the wall and sighs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Andrea’s fingers reach the edge of her underwear.
“That seems very impractical,” she mumbles. “How will I get home?”
Andrea moves her soaked underwear to the side and Nell whimpers when Andrea comments, “ So wet . Don’t worry, princess. I’m taking you to my place so we can continue this conversation.”
One finger slips inside and Nell’s knee would have buckled if Andrea hadn’t been supporting her. It’s a slow but easy push-in, and Nell can barely feel it with how wet she is.
She’s gasping and grabbing hold of Andrea’s shoulders for stability when she adds another finger, speeding up her thrusts a bit.
“Kiss. Kiss me,” Nell demands, and Andrea does, biting her lips and swallowing her moans.
Three fingers deep and the wet noise of Andrea’s skin slapping against Nell’s dripping pussy reverberating in the alley air, Nell finally grabs hold of Andrea’s short hair and mutters, “Gonna—”
Her voice has gone all high-pitched and breathy, stuttering when she can feel her orgasm coming on fast.
“Gonna what, dollface?”
“Come,” Nell mewls. “Gonna come on your fingers, Andrea, I—”
“You’re taking me beautifully, baby. Gonna be even prettier on my cock later, huh?”
That pushes her over the edge, the thought of Andrea fucking her into the mattress, making her take it so hard she’ll feel it for days. She gasps into Andrea’s mouth to drown out the sound as she comes and Andrea fingers her through it, only slowing down when the biggest shivers have stopped.
She pulls her fingers out, pulls Nell’s ruined panties back in place, and helps her put her leg back down before she raises her hand, showing Nell her soaked fingers. Then, she smirks and puts them in her mouth one by one, sucking them clean.
She hums as if she’s just sampled a good wine, and pulls Nell close to kiss her and transfer the taste.
“What about you?” Nell asks when she finally feels capable of words.
Andrea ignores that and asks smugly, “Can you walk?”
Nell, who is still leaning against the wall for good reason, says, “Maybe. Why?”
“My bike’s parked across the road. I’m taking you to my place, remember?”
Walking was a challenge, but that was nothing compared to the shame Nell felt when she had to straddle the back of Andrea’s motorcycle with sopping wet panties, slipping forward accidentally from how slick she was.
Andrea grins when she notices, because of course she saw that, but she just tucks a strand of Nell’s hair behind her ear before helping her put her helmet on.
“Fair warning,” Andrea says, and Nell stares at her lips if only to stop from thinking about what they’ll be doing at Andrea’s place. “The bike vibrates. Hold on tight.”
When they arrive, and Andrea takes off Nell’s helmet, Nell doesn’t move.
“Don’t look,” she says, uncharacteristically shy, her heart still thumping double time, reeling in her chest.
Andrea kisses her. “Did you come again?”
They’re in a private parking garage, which is the only reason Nell doesn’t flash everyone when she stumbles off the bike on unsteady legs, straight into Andrea’s firm arms.
“Did it feel good?” Andrea asks, her hands landing on Nell’s ass underneath the skirt.
She’s gone a bit stupid with it, which is the only explanation for why she leans forward and whispers in Andrea’s ear, “I’m so wet and puffy.” She whimpers when Andrea’s fingers move closer to her heat. “Need you inside me.”
The elevator ride is quick, she thinks, not really paying attention outside of Andrea’s hands on her and how sticky her legs feel.
She loses all inhibitions when Andrea lets her into her apartment and she kicks her boots off, shrugs off her jacket, and throws it on the floor together with her tank top, leaving her in her bra and skirt. After a moment’s contemplation, and powered on by the hungry look in Andrea’s eyes, she also shimmies out of her ruined panties, letting them drop to the ground with a wet sound.
Andrea looks at them, then at Nell, eyes feral. Her own jacket gone, boots put away, she prowls forward like a predator until she reaches Nell and lifts her up by the thighs, Nell’s arms around her neck to keep from falling as Andrea kisses her, bites her, swallows her moans like they’re her drug of choice.
They bump into furniture, walls and doors trying to make their way to Andrea’s bedroom. When Nell falls unceremoniously onto the mattress, her skirt flips up and everything is on display.
Andrea, who was in the process of unzipping her pants, falters and looks at her.
“Oh my god,” she says. “You weren’t kidding.”
Nell has to sit up to look past her own tits and see just how shiny and red her pussy is, swollen with need. She’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t so obviously affecting Andrea.
“Can I eat you out? I need to eat you out.”
Nell almost swallows her tongue. “I— But you promised! You said you’d give me your cock!”
“And I will,” Andrea promises, stepping out of her pants, the jut of her hips appearing above the band of her boxer briefs.
“Promise?” Nell asks as Andrea crawls onto the bed on hands and knees, landing between her spread legs and pulling up her thighs.
Andrea’s no longer looking at her face when she nods briefly and mutters something at her pussy before diving in.
All the air leaves her lungs when she feels Andrea’s mouth on her, her lips sucking on her swollen skin, her tongue swirling around her clit, moving down to reach inside and taste her at the source; her hands holding onto Nell’s thighs so tightly like she fears she might drown in her.
When she’s not releasing high-pitched moans herself, she can hear the sounds Andrea makes; hungry growls, savoring moans, and on occasion, embarrassingly, slurps .
She can feel herself building up to a big one, and she tries to pull Andrea’s head away because she doesn’t know what might happen but Andrea only spares her a short look that reminds Nell of a documentary on the eating habits of lions she saw once.
Her orgasm still catches her off guard, but she manages to contain it, and Andrea happily cleans her up through it, catching every stray drop.
She’s sprawled out over the covers and loses time for a bit, surprised when Andrea straddles her thighs and hands her a large glass of water.
“Drink,” Andrea helpfully instructs her, before taking a big gulp as if to show her how.
Bitch . Nell smiles. “Hm, not thirsty.”
Andrea quirks a brow. “You have got to be dehydrated.”
Somehow that makes Nell blush. “I can’t move,” she decides to say instead. “All tuckered out.”
“We can’t have that,” Andrea says, and Nell can’t even protest before she reaches over to tilt her head and guide the glass to her mouth, pouring in water and letting some of it trickle down her chin, down her neck and over her chest, wetting her bra.
When the glass is empty, Andrea says “Good girl,” and kisses her sweetly on the mouth, then follows the trail of water with her lips until she gets to Nell’s bra and tugs one of the cups down, kissing the swell of her breast as far as she can reach.
“Off,” she orders before reaching behind Nell to unclasp her bra herself. “Let me see you.”
Despite Nell’s confidence, she’s still unsure of Andrea’s reaction when she takes her bra fully off and her heavy breasts fall.
“Fuck,” Andrea says, sitting back and staring at Nell’s body. “I need a minute.”
She looks so awestruck, mesmerized by the sight of Nell’s big tits and Nell can’t help but feel flattered, giddy with it. “Yeah?”
Andrea finally looks up at her face, and her eyes almost look fully black. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to get my cock, and you’re going to ride me until you inevitably get too tired like the pillow princess you clearly are.”
“Hey,” Nell complains, even though she knows it’s true.
“And then,” Andrea continues, “I’m going to take over and fuck you into this mattress until your legs go numb. What do you say, princess?”
Nell grins and tugs Andrea’s face closer. “Bring it on.”
Nell’s not used to being on top, and true to form, it doesn’t take long before she’s too tired to even grind against Andrea’s strap. It doesn’t help that Andrea’s obsessed with her tits, kissing and sucking hickeys into the skin, biting her nipple, her fingers playing around until even the slightest breeze against them makes Nell whimper.
When she does admit defeat, and Andrea turns them over so she can get into position, Nell has a brief realization that she’s not ready for what’s to come, and when Andrea smirks before sliding in, Nell knows she’s right.
She should have gleamed by the size of Andrea’s thigh muscles, the shape of her ass, that she knows how to fucking thrust, she has the force. The room is quickly filled with the slapping of their skin, the pounding of the silicone cock inside of Nell; and the power of Andrea’s thighs is making her slide up the mattress, the bed frame knocking against the wall.
One of Andrea’s arms is linked behind her shoulder for stability, her other hand holding Nell’s head up by the hair so she can look at her when she’s fucking in deep, can see the tears forming in her eyes and the way her mouth can’t close anymore, whines and moans just flying free.
Her knees are almost at her ears, that’s how deep Andrea is, and this time she isn’t even close to being able to stop herself. She can feel it coming, knows it’s different than usual, fast approaching the peak when she tries to warn, “Sorry, I’m sorry , I—”
Her eyes roll to the back of her skull, brain whiting out as she releases, and squirts for what feels like forever, only cognisant she’s still going because all her limbs are getting soaked.
She can hear a mumbled “Fuck,” and although Andrea has to be surprised, she hasn’t stopped thrusting. When Nell gains her eyesight back, Andrea almost looks curious, tries to aim differently to see if Nell can keep going, and she does.
The noises she’s making are embarrassing, high and screaming when Andrea gets a glint in her eyes and starts rubbing a few fingers across her clit with fast, wet motions, making her spurt even more.
Nell’s exhausted when Andrea gives her a break, and lays her down against the sodden sheets, but it’s only so she can undo her strap, throw it aside and sit down on top of one of Nell’s thighs. It doesn’t take long, a few grinding motions, not with how hot and wet Andrea’s pussy feels against her. She grabs hold of Nell’s tits in both hands, her fingers beside her nipples to squeeze and then she grinds her way to her own orgasm. She comes beautifully, with a content smile and closed eyes, keeps it going as long as she can. Nell holds onto her hips as she comes down from it and thinks she just saw God.
To make up for the fact that Nell came four times, Andrea makes her eat her out in the shower. Then, after dinner, she says, “You want dessert?” and guides Nell’s head down.
On the couch, when Nell is dressed in nothing but a big billowy shirt and sitting on Andrea’s lap, sprawled across her thighs, Andrea lets her slip her hand inside her boxers to finger her while she sucks on Nell’s tits through the opening in her shirt.
The next morning, Nell’s figuring out how to work the coffee machine when she notices Andrea coming up behind her, right before she pulls her shirt up and slips her cock inside, fucks her up against the counter as the coffee drips.
There’s not a place left in the apartment where they haven’t fucked yet by the time Nell’s phone chimes with a text from the side table where Andrea must have plugged it in at some point.
> Should I put in an Amber alert or are you good?
It’s from Dan, and Nell’s shocked to learn she’s been at Andrea’s for three days already.
“Shit,” she says, and Andrea spoons up behind her to read along, her arm slung across her waist.
Andrea huffs. “Go back to sleep. You need the rest for what I’m gonna do to you later.”
Nell bites her lip to hide the grin and sneaks a picture of the both of them. You can only see half of Andrea’s face, but there are clear hickeys and bruises on her own shoulder and neck.
<been kinda busy sorry!
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She doesn’t know what that means exactly, but then Andrea’s hand slides into her borrowed panties and she drops her phone to the ground. She’ll google it later.