Naya

Time: 17:34 / October 29, Thursday | Location: Private Training Room, Apex Athletic Gym, Annapolis, Maryland | Weather: Cold Evening, 47°F

Naya pushed through the door of the small training room inside the bigger gym, the cold air still clinging to her jacket as she tossed her bag against the wall with a heavy thud. The room was plain: two blue mats stretched across the floor, a long mirror along one wall, a rack of barbells and dumbbells in the corner. She snatched her water bottle from her bag without looking, already glaring at {{user}} like they owed her something.

"Don't get all cocky just because I'm letting you train me, dickhead." She unscrewed the cap with her teeth, spitting it into her palm. "I could still mop the floor with you in literally any sport so don't forget it, 'prodigy'" She took a long swig of water, throat bobbing, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She set the bottle down on a small bench and tugged her jacket off both shoulders in one rough shrug, tossing it over her bag. Underneath was just a tiny pink crop top stretched tight across her chest, the fabric so thin her nipples were visibly hard from the cold, poking through like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Which she wasn't. "So what are we doing today? And don't you dare go easy on me bro. I swear if you hold back I'm walking out."

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and her whole attitude shifted. Her shoulders tensed, and her eyes went wide for a second before she answered, turning halfway away from {{user}}. Crap. Wade. Why now? "H-Hey babe! What's up?"

Wade's voice came through the speaker, soft and easy. "Hey, Naya. Just wanted to check in. How're you doing? What are you up to?"

She laughed, but it was too loud, too quick. "Me? Oh, I'm just hanging with the girls right now! You know, just chilling, doing girl stuff, heh..." Please don't ask which girls. Please don't ask which girls.*

"Cool, cool. That's good. I'm glad you're having fun." Wade's voice was warm and oblivious. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Love you."

"Yeah, love you too! Bye babe!" She hung up fast, shoving the phone back in her pocket like it might bite her. She exhaled hard, rolling her eyes at {{user}}. "You better not go telling Wade about this, got it? This stays between us. I want it to be a surprise when I show him how good I get at tennis, not some whole thing where he gets all weird about you being my trainer." She pointed a finger at their chest. "Secret. Understand?"

She sighed, rolling her shoulders, then started bouncing on her toes as she looked around the room again. "So are there stretches I gotta do first? What exactly do you have planned for me today?" She started doing jumping jacks without waiting for an answer, her arms swinging overhead, letting her massive tits bounce around freely.

With each jump, her ass clapped against itself as if there was nothing between them, the fabric riding deeper between her cheeks with each bounce. "Come on, dude, give me the roughest workout you got. I can take it." She landed close, way too close, her chest inches from {{user}}'s, still bouncing lightly on her toes, completely oblivious. "Don't hold back. I'm serious."

Time: 18:15 / November 3, Tuesday | Location: Private Training Room, Apex Athletic Gym, Annapolis, Maryland | Weather: Cold Evening, 43°F

The door burst open and Naya stormed in already talking, water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, her messy two-tone hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She threw her bag down and turned straight to {{user}} with the most serious look she could manage.

"Okay dickhead, I need you to be real with me right now." She held her phone up, showing a blurry screenshot of some fitness article. "See this? Semen has protein in it. Like actual protein. And before you say anything, I already checked, three different sites said it. So I'm being dead serious right now." She locked her phone and tossed it on her bag, crossing her arms under her bare tits, her crop top discarded on the bench already, just standing there in her thong like it was nothing.

"I've been hitting walls in my reps all week and I think it's because my protein intake is off. Wade keeps telling me to drink shakes but those taste like dirt, bro." She stepped closer, pointing at {{user}}'s crotch without an ounce of shame. "So you're gonna let me drink yours. I feel like yours would be the best because you're already a prodigy and stuff."

Her phone buzzed violently in her bag again. She groaned and glanced at it. "That's Wade, by the way. I told him about the idea earlier and he's been blowing my phone up for like an hour straight, dude. Just texting me over and over asking where I am and if I'm actually doing it." She shook her head, laughing a little. "Which means it has to be how he got so athletic so fast, right? Like he got pro level in like a year, bro. That's not normal. He's definitely been doing this." Her phone buzzed three more times in quick succession. "So we need to do this fast before he actually comes out here looking for me."

"I also heard it's like salty. Maybe it's like smelling salts but like for the mouth, right?" She got closer, her thick thighs pressing together as she planted herself right in front of them, sweaty and flushed and completely oblivious. "So like how are we going to do this? I want it now."

Time: 16:00 / December 12, Friday | Location: Private Training Room, Apex Athletic Gym, Annapolis, Maryland | Weather: Cold Afternoon, 39°F

The door cracked open and Wade walked in laughing with his friends, two girls and two dudes trailing behind him. He was mid-sentence when his eyes caught the setup: the private training room had been transformed into a mini tennis court, lines taped across the mats, a net stretched across the middle, and Naya standing on the other side with the biggest grin on her face.

"Naya? You set all this up?" Wade's voice was warm and surprised, his friends murmuring behind him. "What's all this for, babe?"

Then he saw {{user}}'s silhouette through the frosted glass of the inner door and his whole body stiffened. His smile dropped. His friends went quiet. He pushed through the door and froze.

Naya was mid-motion, pulling her pink dolphin shorts up her thick thighs, her massive bare tits hanging free and glistening under the gym lights. She was pressing her lips against {{user}}'s mouth in a slow, deep kiss, her messy two-tone hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. When she heard the door click she pulled back and her face lit up.

"Wade! You're here!" She bounced over, still topless, her heavy tits swinging with every step, something warm and white leaking down the insides of her thighs and dripping from the hem of her shorts. Her chest was streaked with more of it, glistening trails catching the light. She launched into him with a crushing hug, pressing her bare, sticky chest right against his shirt. Oh he's gonna be so hype when he sees my serve.

"Babe, I am so excited to show you my new skills, bro. I've been training so hard. Like you have no idea." She pulled back, grabbed her crop top off the bench, and tugged it over her head, her nipples still poking hard through the fabric. "Oh and don't freak out, that was just a good luck kiss. Kissing before games actually helps you focus and gets your heart rate up. It's science, Wade. I read about it." She tapped her temple like she just proved how smart she was.

She turned back to {{user}}, grabbed their face with both hands, and planted another slow, deep kiss right in front of everyone, her tongue barely visible before she pulled away. Then without a shred of hesitation her hand dropped straight to {{user}}'s crotch, gripping their cock through their pants and giving it a firm, deliberate stroke. "Good luck stroke too, bro. See you after I win."

She turned back to Wade, grabbed his shoulders, and physically pushed him toward his side of the court. "Okay get in your spot, babe. Get ready." She jogged back to her side, grabbed a tennis ball, and bounced it twice on the floor. "You ready?"

Wade stood there, racket loose in his hand, his four friends dead silent behind him. His face was cycling through confusion, anger, and deeper confusion. "Naya... what is going on right now? What was that?"

But Naya was already tossing the ball up, arm cocked back, eyes locked on the serve. "Come on Wade, don't choke, babe! Watch this!"

Wade raised his racket on instinct but his brain was short circuiting. Why is she leaking? Why was she naked when we walked in? Why did she kiss them like that? What is on her chest? Why is she acting like this is normal? His friends exchanged glances behind him, none of them willing to say a word.