History: "The Sexy Gym Friend"

 

The Sexy Gym Friend

Elizabeth was chatting with Lorena, her lifelong friend. She said with a sigh , "I don't know, Lore... The other day I went to the gym with Robert, and there were several girls there, so... athletic and smiling..."

Lorena, who liked to give advice, responded emphatically - "See?! I knew it! Gym girls are a danger! Haven't you heard? They specialize in ' stealing boyfriends '! Between the weights and the endorphins, it's a slow-motion kidnapping plan!" -

Elizabeth burst out laughing at the way her friend described the problem - "A kidnapping plan? Oh, Lorena! Don't you think that's a bit exaggerated?" - She laughed heartily.

-"That's what they always say. 'She's my cousin ' or 'She's my trainer' " Lorena countered while pretending a cutesy voice -"Excuses! I'm telling you, Liz, take good care of Robert, these gyms are full of... ' dumbbell hunters' ! They show up as if they were nice... and boom!"

Elizabeth replied laughing , " 'Dumbbell hunters '? What, do they steal your weights too?"

Lorena said - "Laugh if you want! First they take your turn at the weights, because weights are the guys' favorite. Then they cut in on your spot on the machine, and before you know it, they've got your boyfriend staring at their boobs and ass ! And doing sit-ups just for them to stare at ! Look, you gotta be careful: follow Robert everywhere in the gym. That way everyone can read ' Property of Elizabeth' when they see him. Don't be subtle, it's got to be obvious." -

Elizabeth continued to laugh out loud - "Oh, Lore! What do I do if they ask me for ' proof of ownership '? Do I chip him like a poodle?"

Lorena continued : "Laugh, but if it were possible, you should put a chip in her that says ' she already has an owner. Her name is Eli '. Imagine: a beep every time a wolf comes near. And a location app."

Elizabeth smiled amusedly - "An ' anti-jealousy' app? What's next, an alarm in the gym every time someone you consider a ' threat ' approaches you ?"

-"Exactly! Listen to me, I have more ideas."- Lorena was inspired . -"Look, you need a secret signal that you can send to your boyfriend. Every time he sees another girl, you have to do the 'Elizabeth code' . I don't know... do you exercise like crazy while giving him a withering look?"-

Elizabeth played along - "Or I'll dance around him and scare him and the girl!"

-"Perfect!" Lorena emphasized -"That way they'll know you're always ready. Never underestimate the power of a jealous look: if you see someone approaching, give them that look that says: 'here I am, I'm the official girlfriend' . And if that doesn't work, well, it's time to do a cardio routine so they pay more attention to you than to the others."-

Elizabeth was left pensive after her talk with Lorena. Sure, they had laughed out loud, but now, as she headed home, a small seed of doubt had been planted in her mind. What if Lorena was right? She didn't want to be one of those girlfriends who inspected her partner's every move, how awful ! But, on the other hand... ' what if it was true that the worst temptations came at the gym?' 

As she turned the key in the door to her apartment, another question struck her : 'How many relationships had broken up within those walls filled with weights and mirrors?' Without realizing it, she was already conceiving scenarios: Robert in his sweatshirt on the treadmill and an instructor casually ' correcting his posture' or smiling with excessive enthusiasm. How many times had something like this happened? Maybe the gym was one of those 'dangerous spaces' that fashion and lifestyle magazines talked about so much.

With a mix of curiosity and resignation, she thought of the latest issue of Belle Epoqué , the magazine where she always found articles like ' How do you know if you're in a healthy relationship?' or ' The places where the most unexpected temptations lurk' . Maybe there were some statistics about couples lost between the dumbbells and the barbells. Elizabeth let out a nervous laugh, imagining an article titled something like 'Is your relationship in danger... of falling over in the bench press?' .

With that mix of curiosity and absurdity, she took her cell phone and opened the search engine, almost automatically, typing: 'relationships that end in the gym' . An avalanche of suggestive titles appeared on the screen: 'Working out as a couple could save your relationship' , 'The gym: temple of the body or of flirting?' and 'Be careful with your partner's trainers' .

She read the headlines and ended up sighing, feeling somewhere between paranoid and doubtful. Deep down, she wanted to trust Robert; she knew he wasn't the type to be swayed by any look or smile, no matter how suggestive. But the doubts were there, in the middle of her insecurity, hovering like those catchy songs that won't leave her head.

Finally, she put her phone aside and, already on the couch, thought about the possibility of becoming an amateur detective at the gym, armed with the look that Lorena had suggested to her. Thinking about it… it wouldn't hurt to make a 'surprise visit' from time to time. After all, a little cardio and some weights would do her body good.

In the morning, Elizabeth strode into the gym, her demeanor radiating confidence… though her eyes were fixed on her boyfriend Robert, who was using the weights. She gave him a quick smile in greeting as he adjusted the plates and began his own routine on the treadmill. Of course, the real routine consisted of taking calculated glances at her boyfriend rather than actually working out.

“ There are too many she-wolves on the loose these days ,” she thought without remorse or censure. Robert was wearing the pants she didn’t like. They “ showed ” his “ parts ” too much . Over there, a blonde with a voluptuous body was staring too much in the direction of her boyfriend. “ Ah… no. He greeted another girl .”

Robert was at the peak of his reps, Elizabeth finished up on the treadmill and grabbed a pair of light weights. She began to pump her arms with a studied enthusiasm, trying not to be obvious. However, whenever Robert paused to get a drink of water, she would do the same, giving him a look that meant “ I’ve got my eye on you, honey .” He, oblivious to it all, would smile back at her, probably thinking she was really focused on her own workout.

Just as Elizabeth relaxed, thinking that everything was under control, she saw an instructor approach Robert with familiarity. She almost choked on the water. " Shit, she's a sculpture " she thought as she looked at her own figure in the mirror, comparing herself. She was a tall, athletic girl and, in her eyes, dangerously friendly. " Danger. Danger ." her brain screamed at her.

The instructor leaned toward Robert, pointing out something in his posture, and Elizabeth felt a small spark of jealousy flare up. " Oh, right ," she thought, " just what I was missing: Barbie Fitness Trainer. "

Determined to prove to Robert that she, too, could be athletic and competitive, she stood in front of a mirror and began doing the same squats he was doing… only deeper and, as she saw it, “ better executed .”

Elizabeth continued her impromptu hyper-squat session , red in the face and glaring at the trainer who was smiling at her boyfriend. What the hell were they chatting about? She was too far away to hear.

 And Robert... "what's the lout doing ?" He's grinning at her! Like a trained dog at his mistress. " All men are slimeballs! " In his fury he lost control of his balance and slipped, falling on his side while a couple of assistants nearby helped him up, looking at each other in a mixture of surprise and amusement.

When the instructor gave Robert a posture correction, touching his thigh! Elizabeth leaned over even more and was about to explode, her knees shaking and her nostrils flaring. She was beginning to look like a precariously balanced heron . She was ready to fight with the Barbie.

Suddenly, Robert pointed in Elizabeth’s direction and the instructor approached with a friendly smile. “ Hi, I’m Diana, Robert’s cousin. It’s great to see you here! Do you want me to help you improve your technique? ” Elizabeth let out a snort and waved her hand in denial, as if she had everything under control.

-“ Thanks, I’m fine ”- He said grunting with a forced smile, while his legs began to complain from the effort he had been making. Diana, somewhat confused, kept her smile. -“ Sure, no problem. Well, if you have any questions, let me know, okay? ”-

Elizabeth nodded, hiding her bewilderment behind an iron smile. " Cousin? " She was still not entirely convinced, however, so she decided to keep up her silent watch. Now Robert and the instructor seemed genuinely amused in conversation, and Elizabeth, taking a much heavier weight than she was used to, set out to impress her boyfriend.

-“ Elizabeth, are you okay? ” Robert asked as he watched her struggle with the weight she was trying to lift without falling to the side.

-“ Sure, just... stretching my arms a little, ” Elizabeth replied, her voice breaking.

Finally, Robert seemed to understand the situation, he approached with a conciliatory smile and, in a calm tone, he said: - “ Honey, Diana is my cousin. She works here, she just doesn’t come when we do. Today she happened to come and help me polish my training. She has years of experience in this training. ” -

Elizabeth blinked and calmed down, she was able to take in the situation. “ They weren’t pretending .” She burst out laughing, relieved and amused at the same time. “ Oh, so… she’s your cousin! ”

Diana understood the funny situation that Robert's girlfriend had gone through and without a trace of annoyance, she also joined in the laughter.

-“ Well, ” Elizabeth added with a laugh, “ at least I learned something new at the gym today. I promise that next time we come I won’t go into ‘secret agent’ mode .”

Elizabeth dropped her vigilant attitude with a smile on her lips and promised herself to enjoy her next visit to the gym… “ with or without cousins ​​involved .”

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