Sasha x Leah

by Chantel Harrison 6 months ago in lgbtq

I ran into her at the gym, and it became a workout I will never forget.

Sasha x Leah

I decided to drag my ass to the gym for the third time this week, surprisingly. I was naturally thin, so the only thing motivating me to go to the gym was wanting muscle, which I wasn’t in a rush to gain. I scanned my key card at the door, and soaked in the usual gym stench. My eyes gazed through the gym, scanning the patrons who had decided to show up today. I shuffled with my heavy duffel bag into the locker room.

“Hey!” I turned around to see who was speaking to me.

“Oh! Hey! What’s up!?” My friend Cleo lives on the other side of town, so I wasn’t expecting her to be at my gym.

“Nothing much, just stopped here on the way to my new boyfriend’s house.”

“Oh, new boyfriend? Mhmm can’t wait to meet the guy.”

“This one is nice, I promise. He doesn’t even curse.”

“Yep, heard that before.”

“Whatever,” she laughed. Then, someone caught her eye toward the locker room’s exit.

“Yo!” She continued looking that way, but shook my arm.

“What, what? Who is it?” I turned my head to look, but whoever they were was gone.

“That was Sasha Tarter!”

“Who?”

“Sasha Tarter! Remember in high school! She was a senior when we were freshmen, and she broke, like, every single school sports record.”

“Oh! I do remember that! What, she was here? I come here all the time I feel like I would have recognized her if she came here often.”

"You come here all the time? Oh, really?" She joked with me.

I thought about it for a moment and tried to recall what I remembered about Sasha Tarter. I remembered she was a bit of a legend at our school. Years later I did hear through the grapevine that she went to the Olympic qualifiers for something, not sure what exactly. I also remembered how when I was a junior, she came to visit the school over spring break to use the facilities, and I was completely awestruck at how hot she was. I wondered what she was doing at my gym. I had a crush on lots of tomboys in high school, but Sasha… she was different. Her body was beautifully toned, and her dominant energy was irresistible. I had been such a fangirl over her in high school, not only because she was gorgeous, but because I had been a young athlete myself at the time. I realized I was actually very excited to be able to see her again.

“Well, I was headed out, girl. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

“Okay, cool, see you!” Cleo waved goodbye, and went through the exit. I put my bag in the locker closest to me, and got ready to finally start my workout.

I was half a mile into my treadmill intervals when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I caught myself from nearly tripping, and turned to see who had disturbed me.

“Hey!” It was Sasha Tarter, talking to me.

“Hi…” I hit the emergency stop button, and took my headphones out.

“Do I know you?” She asked.

“I mean, I know you’re Sasha Tarter, and we went to the same high school, but I don’t think we ever talked. You probably knew my older sister, though. But, I’m Jana,” I struggled to not look her up and down.

I focused on her face, and tried to keep steady eye contact despite how nervous her presence was making me.

“Oh, yeah, I think you’re probably right. Okay, well, nice speaking to you Jana, regardless. Have a good workout,” she smiled at me, and I swooned.

“Thanks, you too,” I said, wishing I had said something cleverer.

She walked away toward the ellipticals, and I stared behind her as she went. Her muscles were so toned, yet still looked soft. Her long, brown hair swung across her back in a ponytail. With only a sports bra and shorts on, I could see the strong athleticism in her body. And a rib cage tattoo? Damn. I wasn’t planning on talking to her again, so I tried to soak up as much of her as I could as she got further away. She stepped onto an elliptical and turned her head back toward me. I jerked my gaze in another direction, hopefully before she saw me.

For the next hour, I tried to avoid making it obvious that my eyes were glued to her. I went on about my workout with my heart rate never slowing due to knowing she was in the same room as me. I was saddened when I was finished, and knew I would have to leave before her. I slipped into the locker room, and put my phone and headphones away with my bag. I grabbed my towel and headed to the showers.

I let thoughts of Sasha fill my mind as the warm water ran down my spine. She was a bit masculine, but so beautiful. I just wanted her smooth arms around me, and her strong legs wrapped around mine. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander. Next thing I knew, there was a hand reaching in behind the shower curtain.

“Gah!”

“Hey! Sorry,” the voice said from behind the curtain.

“Sasha?”

“Yeah, sorry to bug but there’s no showers left and I’m in a rush. Mind if we share? I’ll turn the other way.”

My mind went blank, I couldn’t believe this was really a situation happening to me.

“Um, I guess,” I turned around to face the wall and heard the curtain slide open, then closed.

My heart was beating out of my chest. I was actually already done showering, but now I was too frozen to get out. I felt like I needed to grip the tile walls to hold myself up otherwise I would faint.

“Thanks,” I think I heard her say.

Her hair flipped around and grazed my back. I was so tempted, I debated whether one look would be worth it if I was caught. I decided it was. I turned my head around ever so slowly. My eyes started at the ground, watching the water run from her feet to the floor. Then up her legs, seeing their definition through the streams of water. Her butt—perfectly toned and tan. And her back, strong, and smooth. My gaze traveled up the back of her body to finally land on her face… And her eyes staring back at me. My face flushed with redness and heat, but I didn’t break eye contact. She had a certain look on her face that I couldn’t read, but it made me anxious.

She took a step toward me, and I took a step back. She took another step forward and I retreated again. One more step, and my back slammed against the tile wall. She approached me with a hungry look in her eyes. She put her hands up on the wall against either side of me, trapping me in front of her. Then, she grabbed my neck with one hand, and pulled my face toward hers, slapping her lips on my lips. I was in shock, not knowing how I should react. I felt her warm body press itself onto mine, and I let myself relax for just a moment, soaking in what was about to happen.

My arms fell to my sides and I surrendered to her. She put an arm around my waist to pull me closer and started to kiss my neck. The sound of the water stifled my nervous squeaks. She let her teeth sink into my skin, and she took a big grab of my ass. Her aggressiveness really turned me on, and I felt my wetness mix with the water sliding down the inside of my leg. Sasha came back to my face and kissed me harder this time, letting her tongue interject itself between my lips. Her hands ran up and down my body, her fingers gliding over my wet skin. She stopped a hand at my breasts, cupping one, and massaging the other’s nipple. I put my hands around her neck and let my fingertips feel her back and shoulder muscles. I moaned into her mouth as she fondled me. I felt a hand slide down my stomach and between my legs. I clenched in anticipation and desire.

“Relax,” she whispered in my ear.

I tried to calm my breathing and focus on the sound of the running water. A finger slid inside me, and I gripped her arm, digging my nails into her skin. My breaths came out short and quick, in rhythm with her movement. She bent down, gripped my hip with her other hand, and kissed my stomach. I lifted one of my legs and put it over her shoulder. She reached deeper inside me with each stroke, and it took everything in me to keep my voice quiet. Sasha ran her tongue over my nipples, and sucked on them one at a time. My hands slid through the wet hair on top of her head.

“Does this feel good?” She said, as I felt myself open up, as she inserted a second finger.

“Mhhmm,” was all I could form with my lips as she pleasured me.

I put a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet, no longer able to contain myself. I pulled her hair with my other hand, not enough to yank her head, but enough to make her retaliate. She stood up and kept my leg on her shoulder, pushing my flexibility to its limits. It hurt just enough to feel good.

Then, she started to stoop back down, sliding further this time. I kept my leg on top of her shoulder as she knelt to put her head between my legs. She put her hand underneath my thigh and held my leg higher over her shoulder, and outwards to give her more room. My other leg was getting tired, but I liked the burn in my muscles from the strain. Her tongue wrapped around my clitoris as her fingers stroked it from the inside. I was in ecstasy, the water running my down my face the only thing keeping me weighed down to earth. She took her fingers out of me, and gripped my standing leg. I felt her grab my thigh and push, I wasn’t sure what she was trying to do. She grabbed my other thigh with her other hand, and pushed again. She maneuvered the way she was kneeling and tried again, pushing my thighs up. Oh, that’s what she’s trying to do. My back slid up the tile as she raised me in the air from underneath. I was scared for a moment, but I knew she wouldn’t let me fall. My thighs rested on her shoulders and her hands held up my hips. With her head between my legs, she dove in with her mouth. With her kissing and sucking and licking every part of me, I was floating up there. My juices dripped into her mouth, and flowed down her chin to be washed away by the water. My body started to heat up, and I felt my finish coming. I focused on the tip of her tongue, feeling the sensation electrify my body. My thighs squeezed together and squished her head, but she didn’t stop. I threw my hands up, overwhelmed with what she was doing to me with her mouth. I was boiling over, about to erupt, on the verge of something dangerous. My breaths got shorter and shorter, and I clenched my teeth and covered my mouth with my hand to quiet the ungodly noise I made as I came inside her mouth. She gently massaged my lips with her tongue for a moment longer until my body slumped. Then, she carefully let me down. She kissed me sweetly, and I could feel the smile on her lips as my eyes closed. When we parted faces, I looked in her eyes and grinned.

"Thought you said you were in a rush?"

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