I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... way."

"I mean, if it makes you comfortable, I get it. I don't like showing skin that much when I work out, either."

"What? What about in the living room."

"Can you not bring that up? That was me trying."

"Trying what to be sexy."

She sighs. "Yeah."

"Well, I'm pretty sure you saw it had a big effect on me."

"I remember." She says, smiling while she continues to stretch.

"That's good. I always, you know, wonder if I'm good at that stuff."

"What? Sex?" She says, continuing to warm up, clutching her knee.

"Don't get me wrong, I know I can get a girl off. I especially these past couple weeks, but I can't help but, you know, feel."

"Oh, shut up." She says, finishing up her stretch. "You're fishing for compliments right now, aren't you?"

"No, I'm being genuine."

"God, I hate you."

"What?"

"Nothing, let's go." She says, walking out the door as I follow behind her.

"What did I say."

"I'm not talking about this here. Meg says, "Maybe later."

"What happens later."

"You're ruining my gym time right now."

"Alright, I'll chill," I say as we make it to the Leg curl machines.

"These machines are always open; working hamstring suck," Megan says, rubbing her left hamstring.

"Didn't you pull that out in your sophomore high school?"

"Oh, you remember?"

"Yeah, I took Meganomics in grades 4-11 and used to rub it.

"Oh yeah, you accidentally. Wait a minute, that wasn't an accident, was it?" She says that remembering when ...

... I used too much oil, my hand slipped into her area. It was just the tip of my right middle finger, but it was enough to perk her up.

"It was an accident," I say as she squints her eyes at me and lays down front first on the machine. What I remember from that was something I didn't quite understand then. You see, during that massage, I could hear Megan moan, but I just thought it was her gritting through the pain of her massage. When my hand slipped into her pussy, I thought it was just my oiled hands going into her, but she was getting turned on by the massage. I guess something about her, like the feeling of her injuries getting massaged. Or maybe my touch again. I didn't quite get it then, but I get it now.

"Your turn." She says as I lay down in the machine to crank my 12 reps. As I got up, Megan walked over to me.

"I thought you broke my hymen."

"It was just the tip. I say to Megan in a low voice.

"Well, it didn't feel like it."

"I have big fingers, and You never."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"You brought it up," I say as she lies down.

"Well, let's table this." We continued with our leg curl workout. After getting in 3 reps, we moved on to a different machine. "You know how to do Bulgarian squats." My face grimaces at the thought; I'm not fond of lunges.

"I hate lunges."

"I do, too, but they're good for you."

"Won't that hurt your knee?"

"It always hurts my knee, but it's a good alternative to leg extension."

"Alright, I ...