After the second set I took a break and walked around to see what everyone else was doing. I made a mental note of some of the settings on the other machines so I wouldn't get caught in the same situation again. I wanted their respect, not their humiliation.
When I came to Lamont on the abdominal crunch machine, I started to have second thoughts about not humiliating anyone. I stood right in front of him and watched his stomach muscles ripple as he cranked out the reps. I was thinking how nicely defined his muscles were and how I would like to run my hand over them to feel them move as he flexed and curled his torso. Of course, I kept a perfectly blank expression while I watched so I wouldn't give Lamont the satisfaction of knowing what I was thinking.
Beads of sweat started running down Lamont's forehead and into his eyes. I thought he should have worn a headband to keep that from happening. Then I thought it was awful early for Lamont to be breaking into a full sweat like that. I checked the weight he had set, but it didn't mean anything to me since I didn't have anything to compare it to. Lamont saw me looking at the weight and his eyes started darting all over as though he were wondering if I thought he should have been using more.
I cocked my head to get a better look as his abs. He saw me look there and he tried to suck in his stomach, which under the circumstances wasn't really possible. Then I saw that, I knew I had an opportunity that I couldn't pass up. I let my gaze wander lowly down his torso, past his navel, and come to bear on his groin. I couldn't really see anything because of the loose shorts and the jock he was probably wearing, but Lamont didn't know that. For all he knew, I could see his Johnson quite clearly.
As I stared, I made series of faces calculated to convey a sense of criticism and disparagement. I pursed my lips. I made a small frown. I furrowed my brow. I did all three at once. When I looked back at his face, all the confidence and cockiness had been drained out of it. Staring right into his eyes, I frowned and slowly shook my head back and forth a couple of times before I went back to my own machine.
On the way, I saw Steve looking at me. He had obviously been keeping an eye on me and had seen the little scene I put on for Lamont. I stuck my tongue out at him and then grinned. Steve laughed and almost dropped the bar he was curling. I had made the message clear — mess with me at your peril. There are worse things to fear than dumb practical jokes.
At the end of the period, when everyone headed down to the showers, I saw Steve hang back, so I waited with him. When there was no one in the room but us he spoke.
"I apologize for the trick. Lamont set the machine, but the rest of us saw him do it, so we all knew about it and none of us said anything."
"That's OK. I got even," I said.
"Yeah, I noticed. Poor Lamont. You ruined his weekend, you know. He's going to be self-conscious for days."
"Yeah. Poor Lamont."
"You could fix him."
"I could. Why would I?"
"Because you're sweet and pretty and kind and..."
"Shove it! Why should I?"
"Because you won. You turned the tables on him and then you took him out just by looking at him hard. Be a sport. Let him up."
"But I'm just a girl."
"If there is one thing you are not, it's 'just a girl'. How did you do that with the leg extension machine?"
"I'm short. I have better leverage."
"Bull! You amaze me every time I see you. Every time I have to change how I think about you, about girls. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"
"Yes. I am."
"Why?"
"Because you laughed at me."
"What? When?"
"When I suggested that I could spot for you. You laughed and I decided to teach you a lesson."
"What? That you're smart, you're strong, you're beautiful, you're tough, and you're able to cripple a man with a hard look?"
"That's harsh."
"A guy's ego is a fragile thing. You can break his arm and he'll get over it, but if you break his spirit, you've ruined him. He'll have doubts forever."
"You're smarter than I thought you were. More considerate, too."
"I do 'lummox' well. It's typecasting. Are we even?"
"Can I spot for you? Do you trust me?"
"Trust you? Heck, I think I love you."
After that point, anything I planned to say went right out of my head. My face broke into a grin so big it felt like my head would split in two. My heart felt like it exploded in my chest. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Steve's neck and my legs around his waist and put my nose right up against his. He staggered back a step, and put both hands under my butt to support me.
"Oh, Steve. I think I love you, too. Oh, dammit! This is too soon."
"Yeah, Sam. I know. We hardly know each other."
"How long should it take?"
"How long have you got?"
"As long as we need. Kiss me?"
He did. And it was very, very good. When it was over, I put my head on his shoulder and snuggled into his neck. He carried me to the door, picked up our stuff, and walked out of the weight room with me still wrapped around him.
"I won't need the weight room while you're around," he said as he walked down the hall.
"Am I too heavy?"
"No. You're a nice weight. Nice and warm and soft. I could carry you all day. But now it's time to get down and go tell Lamont that you're sorry you shriveled his balls."
"OK." I let go and dropped to the floor. "But don't get upset. I can only think of one quick way to fix this."
"Unhunh." Steve sounded scared and uncertain. I thought he was putting me on, but I wasn't sure. I had been underestimating Steve. He was deeper than he appeared.
When I turned into the entrance to the locker room there was no one in sight. I walked over to a bench and pulled off my shoes and socks, then took off my top and shorts. Steve stripped off, too.
I padded naked toward the showers and peaked around the corner. The room was filling with steam and mist and it was hard to see, but I could make out Lamont's black ass at the far end of the room. I turned to Steve and said, "Stop gawking. You can look all you want later. Now get in there and cover me so he doesn't know I'm coming."
I followed Steve into the shower and managed to stay behind him until I was past Doug and Roger. I sidled up next to Lamont and considered how to handle the situation tactfully and diplomatically.
"HOLY SHIT! Look at the size of that black cock! That's the biggest hunk of dick I've ever seen!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I pointed at Lamont's soapy cock from point-blank range in case anyone had missed what I was talking about.
Pandemonium would best describe the next few seconds. Everyone jumped at least a foot in whatever direction they happened to be facing. Doug slammed into the tile wall and fell back on his ass. Roger lost his grip on his bar of soap and it skittered across the floor with him sliding right behind it.
Steve backed up against the opposite wall and doubled over laughing. Lamont froze in place and dropped his soap, too. I picked it up and started to soap my own body down. Lamont turned slowly to look down at me.
I looked back and said, "It is a very nice cock, Lamont. I apologize if I seemed to imply anything different. Can you forgive me?" I ran his bar of soap over one breast and then the other until I was sure I had his complete attention.
Before he could answer, I reached out and took hold of his cock and started rubbing it with the bar of soap. "Lamont," I said. "If you promise to stop fucking with me, then I promise to stop fucking with you. Deal?" I kind of hoped that Lamont would take his time making up his mind. He did have a nice big cock. It was coal black except for the head, which was pink. While I rubbed soap all over it, it got even bigger and I got curious about how big it would be so I stroked it up and down the shaft to encourage it.