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

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... abductor machine in the corner with pattern tights on and a sports top. It was just what I needed to see after trying not to get a hard-on in the gym.

"I wasn't even looking at her, just moving. It's my set."" Megan bows and presents an open space for me to walk through. We finished our full leg workout, trying to beat each other on the leg press, and we both moved slowly towards the front counter.

"I can't feel my legs, and this is your fault."" She says to me.

"My fault nobody told you to be so damn competitive. It's okay if I lift more than you.""

""You don't?""

"I do, and it's okay."

"I can't drive. I have to walk this off first or something."

"Well, we can also play a round of basketball.""

"Hah."

"Hah, you afraid I'm going to beat you or something."

""Craig, real funny. We can shoot the ball around, though, I guess.""

"Because I would totally beat you in basketball."

"Sure, you will, kid."

"Don't get me wrong, and if this were Megan from back in the day, maybe I would be scared."

"I see what you're doing."

"But this new Megan, shiddd." "Craig cut it out. I said we can shoot the ball around or something."

"This new Megan."

"You're starting to piss me off." She says, looking at me with her hands on her hips.

"Because you know that my winning is inevitable, how about this we play? If I win, you have to do something for me, and if you win, I have to do something for you."

"That sounds very predatory."

"I mean, if ...

... you're scared."

"I'm not scared, and this is stupid. You know I will wipe the floor with you."

"When's the last time you have even shot the ball...KID."

"I don't know."

"See, but like I said, if you're scared." She asks the guy at the front counter for a basketball and gets one can walk back over to me.

"You're going to regret this."

"Nah, I think you are, you're underestimating me,"

"You are. Okay, Craig. I think I rated you correctly. Don't forget I was there when you tried out for basketball in middle school."

"That was a decade ago, you know that, right? I have been in the lab, cookin'!"

"What? Shit. Who am I even kidding? The courts are probably packed right now." She says as we open the door to the court--a little girl and boy walking off the court with their mother.

"There she is, Valerie." The mother says to her daughter, pointing at Meg.

"It's the basketball lady, and my shot goes in like swoosh. Now." The little girl says to Megan, making a shooting motion. I look over at her as she smiles like I have never seen her smile before, but she moves her hands awkwardly and then decides to speak.

"Awesome, awesome." She says as the family walks out the gym door, leaving us in an empty gym.

"The fuck was that?"

"N, Nothing."

"So, you have been playing basketball?"

"Just shooting around...after I work out. I haven't played against anyone, though; why are you having second thoughts."

"Nope, this only makes it better when I ...