her head, and small tendrils sneak out and tease the back of her neck. She has absolutely no makeup on, but there's no doubt in my mind that she's the type of person wh

t exactly for us. To the weight bench next to us. Codie sits down while Desi walks around and makes a motion with her hands on the bar. "Do you think they will put any weight there?" I question. "No," Ace murmurs back, this time with effort as he raises the bar once more. He's bench pressing almost triple Codie's body weight. My eyes turn to the redhead and our gazes collide. She doesn't seem to have given a single shit about me. Her eyes, although I see recognition there, look like she's watching a boring movie. As if she had seen a man like me hundreds of times before and she found me wanting. I barely contain my smile. I like that she's not impressed with my muscles. Even more, I like that she's not one of those girls who finds it necessary to fool around at the gym. The gym is a serious place. It's not a place to take selfies and look pretty. If you're not sweating and you're not about to die when you leave the gym, you haven't tried hard enough. I also like that although she is wearing nicer clothes, she is not dressed to impress. She is dressed to work out. Her red hair is tied up in a messy bun. Her eyes look green today. Yesterday they seemed almost dull in the cafeteria. And her freckled face looks flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, almost as if I'm fucking her. Settling between her open thighs, pounding into her soft heat... "Do you want to have lunch with us?" Desi blurts out. My eyes dart to Ace, who looks more than pleasant, then back to Desi. "Of course," I agree, without any hesitation in me. And that's how I find myself in a restaurant thirty minutes later, once again sitting next to the woman who is soft and sweet and smells so good that my dick finds a new permanent state of hardness. *** "How long do you think they'll keep looking?" I ask conversationally. Codie, our surly neighbor who, for some reason, is really trying to act like she doesn't want to be here, is the one who answers the question. "Until we leave," Codie responds. "They seem to have a problem with you and her sitting next to each other." I want to go home.