Chapter 5: Resolution
The gym's air-conditioning system sucked the humid air up and swirled it out. Sweat dripped from my chin and slammed on the floor; it made a muted noise that was swallowed up by the pumping rap song. Lisa and I had just finished up with bench presses, and I was grateful that the gym had good AC. We stretched on the mats, soaking in deep breaths. I traced my hand over the edge of my gym shirt and listened to the steady drone of the treadmills around me.
Lisa changed into her tight spandex shorts and a sports bra, and I couldn't help but notice the way the gym lights played off her shoulders and arms. She looked incredible.
"Lis, you really did it," I said, nodding towards her bulging bicep. "You've transformed yourself."
"Since when are you so impressed? You're built like a frigging goddess, too," she retorted, nudging me playfully.
"I'm not exactly training for bodybuilding competitions, am I?" I chuckled.
"I might as well join your muscle freak club, then."
Lisa smirked. "Well, have you considered what comes with membership? Intense training, unforgiving dedication, and some side effects?"
She had me there. Little did she know, she'd piqued my curiosity about steroid use, too. But I just couldn't take the risk.
Despite my personal hesitation, I couldn't deny the surge in confidence we shared as we basked in our progress.
One particular evening, a sexually-charged atmosphere engulfed the gym as bodies intermingled and mixed pheromones swirled. Our workouts had reached a fever pitch, and we were ready to submit to the primal tension sweltering in the air.
"Hey, ladies," came a deep voice from behind.
We turned to find Coach Johnson with his customary tight gym shirt and sweatpants. His bulge was quite prominent, and the way he stared at us with hungry eyes sent shivers down my spine.