Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is over eighteen years or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.
This is a continuation of the Tammy series. It works as a standalone story. Tammy is a cute girl from a small town in Texas.
There are three more parts in this series about Tammy's first year in college. I'm going try to add a new one each week.
Enjoy.
I never worried about my weight.
In high school, my mother cooked for me, so I ate healthy. There was never any junk food around the house. My weight hadn't changed since I was fifteen years old.
Then I went to college. The last thing on my mind was a healthy diet. The fall semester was full of activities, especially with my sorority. I don't think I gained much weight until Thanksgiving. There were lots of parties with good food and drink, through New Years. Then winter came and there was not much to do outside. I spent a lot of time drinking, smoking weed, and eating junk food late at night. When I went out to eat it was usually burgers, pizza, or Mexican food.
Spending time with Clark didn't help either. Between the weekend of babysitting, the shopping trips, and that weekend at the ski lodge, I ate a lot. Clark loved taking me to fancy restaurants with wonderfully fattening foods and desserts. I cooked a lot for both Maggie and Clark. Although my mother had taught me how to cook, she didn't stress the importance of a balanced diet.
My lovely, curvy body was now bulging in the wrong places. I got on the scales for the first time in a long while and I'd gone from a comely 110 pounds to a lumpy 120 pounds. I still looked good in clothes. But I wanted to work at a nudist resort over the summer and I wanted to undress and impress.
Something needed to be done about my weight fast. I needed to eat better and get some exercise. The only exercise I got was walking around campus and sex. I hated working out. But I knew that it would help me lose weight, and it would tone my body, so I would look and feel better.
With all the sports at UT, there were several fitness centers on campus, so I looked around for one that I liked. I decided on one that was older and smaller than most. It stayed open late, had good exercise equipment and was near a shuttle bus stop.
At the beginning of February, I started going there every night of the week. I had to miss a few parties on the weekends, but I only had six weeks until spring break and my interview at "Back to Nature". I wanted to look good naked when I got there.
One of the deciding features of this workout center for me, was that mostly men went there. Good-looking lean men, interested in looking even better. They were always friendly and offered to help me workout.
I walked and ran on the treadmills to burn calories and lifted weights to tone. There were a few weight machines there, but the guys suggested that free weights were the way to go. The only thing wrong with free weights was that you needed a workout buddy to spot you. The spotter stood by in case the weight was too heavy and helped you if you got in trouble. There were always men around quite willing to be my workout buddy.
Part of that might have been because of my workout clothes. I got some very light-weight shorts with wide openings for my legs. I decided to wear a supportive bra and a short t-shirt when it was a running day. Even with that, my big boobs bounced up and down, struggling to get out of my t-shirt. On days that I lifted weights, I wore a sports bra without a t-shirt. It wasn't as supportive, but it made my boobs look great. I found that it encouraged the guys to help me out when my nipples tried to poke through my top. I loved to flirt with the guys.
There was one area of inequality at the workout center: the locker rooms. The women had two small showers stalls and a handful of lockers. It was one reason that this center wasn't as popular with women. From what I heard; the men had big showers. They also had a hot tub and a steam room. It wasn't fair but I couldn't do anything about it.
Then one day, I was working out later than usual on a Friday night. I had finished running and I realized that I was the only one there. I'm sure someone was at the front desk, but the workout room was empty. The center was open for another hour and a half. I finished up my run and headed for the showers. As I passed the men's locker room, I had a thought. Since no one was there, I could check out what the guys had that we didn't.
I headed over to the door, peeked my head in and yelled, "Anyone in here?" When I heard no response, I went inside and called out again. It was empty. I felt a little naughty poking around in there, but I really wanted to see it.
The first thing I saw was the showers. Instead of the little personal showers like the ladies had, the men had a huge, tiled room with six shower heads coming out of the wall. It didn't offer any privacy, but it must be nice to be able to have room to move around when you showered. In ours, I kept hitting my elbows on the walls.
Moving on, I saw the hot tub. It was large enough to fit six guys. There was a sign that read, "No clothes allowed in the hot tub." That got my imagination going.
