My legs were quivering, sweat rolling down my body. I knew I couldn't last much longer. My ample chest heaved with heavy breaths and I groaned. Hitting the red button, I stepped off of the treadmill before it even stopped, stretching my arms above my head, shirt lifting to show my flattening stomach.
The gym had been my stress relief for the second semester of college. Freshman year had been rough, as I was a long way from home and decided to take harder classes. At 5'5" and about 170 pounds, the gym was a perfect outlet for me. I'd slimmed down quite a bit already, my curves accentuated nicely without all the chub over them. I'd been blessed, in my opinion, with nice wide hips and 36D breasts, small perky nipples in the center of each.
The gym on campus was dead, as it was already almost 10 o clock at night on a Monday. Most students had already gone back home or to the dorms and were kicking back for the night. I wiped down the machine and gathered my bag before jogging down the stairs. The bottom floor had a few more people than the top, mostly meat heads lifting heavy weights and turning themselves on.
One group of guys caught my eye. A couple of them looked familiar, but it was a small campus so it wouldn't surprise me if I'd seen them around before. One guy stood a little outside the group, taller and lankier than the rest. He watched me come down the stairs, smiling back at me when I nodded. Not bad looking, but not as good as the rest of them. Dark, shaggy hair curled on his forehead, damp with sweat. He wasn't my type though, I needed a man that could handle a girl my size. I'd always liked bigger guys anyways.
Walking through the gym doors, the cold air felt amazing... for the first couple seconds, that is. The West had brutal winters, and even though it was technically spring here, it was still pretty chilly out. My dorm was a couple blocks away and I walked quickly. I lived in one of the older buildings on campus and things were constantly broken. Slamming my hand against the elevator button multiple times proved my point, only one of them was working at the moment. However, being that late at night, our 6 floor building wasn't busy.
Stepping off the creaky elevator onto fourth floor, the halls were quiet. I'd switched halls at semester, opting for the more laid back group than the wild, loud, party crowd I'd had before. I snuck into my room, taking care not to wake my sleeping roommate. Shedding my sweaty gym clothes, I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed my shower caddy.
The bathrooms were just down the hall from our room, so I didn't mind walking in just a towel most times. Plus, the newfound confidence definitely helped. Getting to the door, I try to swipe my key card. The light keeps showing up red though, and I'm not hearing the click to signal that its unlocked. Frustrated, I shove on the door. It swings open easily, not even having been locked in the first place. I groan, silently cursing this building.
I don't even bother sliding the curtain closed between the toilet side of the bathroom and the shower side. Warming up my shower, I scroll through my phone for a good playlist. Music fills the bathroom as I wrap my towel around the hook and step into the steaming water. I sigh, my muscles relaxing and head clearing. Pouring shampoo into my hand, I lather it into my short brunette hair, mouthing along to the song playing.
The bathroom door clicks shut and I hear one of the bathroom stalls close too. I turn to the stream of water, eyes shut tight as I rinse my hair out. The curtain behind me is ripped to the side, cold air hitting my wet body and causing goosebumps to rise. I whirl around, wiping water from my eyes as a large hand covers my mouth tightly. My fingers curl into his hand, trying to yank it away.
I'm turned back towards the water, the spray hitting my face and going up my nose. He steps further in, pressing his naked body against mine. Using his free hand, he slides the curtain shut behind him, my body pressed against the cool tile as he crowds the small shower. I've yet to see him, but he's tall and strong. I'm shaking, fighting to breath around his hand and the water in my nose. He leans close, breath tickling my neck.
"Don't scream. You'll be sorry."
