Could it be...? Yep, the auburn-haired girl bounced into view, grabbing a drink from her blonde friend.
Seeing Peter, she froze. "Oh, hi, hey".
"It's cool, Kristin. We ran into each other getting drinks, but he's not mad or anything."
"I know," the Auburn-haired girl, whose name Peter now new was Kristin, said, "we said hi a little while ago." There was a moment of uncomfortable silence while Kristin entered and the door closed behind her, the three of them standing there while Peter gulped some drink. "It is kinda cool that we all met." Then she blushed. "Well, not MET, but.. you know... " giggling with the friend, she clarified, "met again, here, after the first meeting, to say sorry and make sure it's all cool. I really should shut up now."
"Well, like I told her," Peter motioned toward the blonde, "apology accepted. I'd buy you a drink, but hey, you already have one, so, yeah." He sat down on the closest chair, purposefully to try to extend the conversation for a while, but faked like it was to mess with his shoes, untying and retying one. He was so enthralled by these two beautiful little girls -- they were cute and young and fun, but mature enough to be kind of sexy and have a conversation with. He was kind of nervous, wanting to stay with them, finding himself thinking sexual thoughts about them, but not wanting to let on lest they would think that he was a creep. He was a creep, he thought, but who cares as long as they don't think so. He found himself planning to go home and jack off thinking about them.
Before he knew it, the two girls were sitting next to each other on the couch, not a hint of nervousness in either of them, and got to be kind of flirtatious after a few minutes. The blonde (Holly,as Peter found out) lived several miles away but was house sitting for her aunt and uncle nearby for the long weekend. She had never been to this gym before but was allowed to use her aunt's membership and bring a friend along. They did work out at a sister club where they lived, and played soccer and softball. It showed - they were athletic, but in a little-girl softly-toned way, not in a defined-muscle way. And they were the HOT soccer-softball kind, not the butch kind! They were both 18 years old and seniors in high school -- this revelation made Peter relax, since at least no one could accuse him of anything criminal if they saw them talking. People could call him a pervert, but not a pedophile.
Holly mentioned something about the sewers and the locker rooms being closed, which took Peter by surprise. "What? The locker rooms here, now, what about them?"
"Yeah," Holly said, "the sewers backed up and they closed the locker rooms. You can use the bathroom by the pool but can't take a shower, that sucks."
"Yeah, that does suck - my stuff is in there."
"Ours too."
"Your stuff is in the guy's locker room too? Huh. Oh, or do you mean the GIRLS' locker room?" Peter couldn't believe he said that. It just came out. Shit, he hoped they didn't get pissed at that! "Oh, I'm sorry, that was bad, I just, ohhh, joke, joke."
Kristin dropped her head into her hands; Holly put her hand on her back, stooping over to look at her friend. She looked at you, face wrinkled a little, then back down. Kristin's shoulders were shaking. It was awkward for a moment, as Peter said "oh, bad joke, sorry." |