A Sordid Arrangement

With only a few others working out (keeping their distance from her, as if sensing that she was in no mood to talk) it seemed most people had done their cardio for the day, and were either at the bar on campus or in town. Or maybe had travelled to the city for a great Friday night out. Either way their night would probably be better than the one Erin was having right now.

There was one guy on the treadmills, and a woman on weights. Otherwise the place seemed deserted. It couldn't have been better for some time alone with her thoughts.

Erin started running and, after switching to an aggressive setting, quickly worked up a sweat.

After ten minutes she was glistening in the LED light stips, but still no less annoyed with Peter. He clearly had issues with Kyle Matthews; this other guy seemed to tap into Peter's natural insecurities, and just a single month of living together was taking its toll on her boyfriend. Peter needed to let it go and not let Kyle get to him. He needed to remember Erin loved him despite his limitations. She didn't care if he wasn't some big-dicked, alpha male stud or whatever...

She loved him. She loved Peter. She-

"Hey there, Sexy."

Slamming her hand on the panel, the machine stopped instantly and Erin almost lost balance with the sudden halt in motion. As she tightly gripped the handles, Erin made an effort not to look at him. "Erin," she snapped. "My name's Erin." She was in no mood for this guy's bullshit.

"OK," Kyle said. She heard the treadmill next to her begin to work. "So where's the boyfriend?"

"Really?" Erin said, finally looking at him. The way he was casually jogging beside her pissed her off so much she wanted to punch him. "That one? None of all these others are good enough for you?" She asked, sweeping her hand to gesture at the two rows of mostly empty machines; that one other guy had disappeared while she had been occupied with her thoughts.

"None of the others have got the view," he said, smiling at her.

That was it. She reached over and slapped the panel of his machine, stopping it. "Fuck off!"

"Wow," Kyle said, leaning on the panel and grinning at her. "Bad night? What's up, Sexy? That time of the month? Wait... no..." He stroked his chin, then pointed. "Boyfriend troubles."

Glaring at him, Erin said nothing. She turned his machine back on and increased the speed.

"It's Friday, Erin," Kyle said, grinning as he began matching the speed she set. His powerful and toned legs hitting the treadmill. Once again he wasn't wearing a shirt, and Erin tried not to get distracted by the way all the muscles in his chest were moving, the way his shoulders were flexing as he ran, keeping pace with her as she cranked the treadmill up to max. "Why are you all alone at the gym? Why aren't you working up a sweat in bed with that ginger sack of soy you call your boyfriend?"

"None of your fucking concern," Erin said.

By now Kyle was sprinting, and after a few seconds allowed the machine to carry him off. Kyle hopped backwards onto the floor and let out a whistle, his chest breathing deeply and regularly. "Wow! Erin!" he said. "You know how to get a guy's heart racing!"

"Seriously, just fuck off, Kyle!" she snarled. "I'm not in a mood for your bullshit tonight!"

"He's dumped you, hasn't he?"

"I said FUCK OFF!"

"Then he's a bigger fucking idiot than I thought," Kyle said. "You deserve better."

"Like what? You?" Erin hopped off the machine and stood in front of him. Being a tall drink of water she was almost looking him in the eye. This close she could smell the deodorant he had used. It wasn't too bad, she was loath to admit.

"Now you mention it..." Placing his hands on his hips, Kyle frowned as if giving that idea some thought.

Erin scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"At least I keep care of myself," Kyle said. "How's that extra chin Peter's growing?"

Ignoring him she walked to the end of the row. Starting up another machine she resumed her quick pace, angry with herself for forgetting her headphones. Some decent metal would be just what she needed to drown out the voice of her boyfriend's annoying roommate.

Thankfully Kyle didn't pursue her, and he kept to the machine he had chosen. "Just saying," he called out. "How a man treats himself says a lot about how he'll treat others."

"Fucking rich coming from you!" she snarled.

"I just say it like it is, Sexy."

Erin tried to ignore him, focusing on pounding out another mile, then another, but as she ran his face kept appearing in her thoughts, despite her persistence in staring straight ahead, avoiding looking aside to where she knew he was still running.

That smug smile... If Peter had to put up with that every day no wonder he was losing it. Fuck, Erin figured she was starting to loose it as well; the way Kyle was apparently now living rent-free in her head.... Fuck, how she hated that arrogant, handsome cunt.

Turning the speed up Erin began to run, and run.

How she hated people like Kyle: their smugness, their assuredness, their confidence. Born to a world of natural good looks without any doubt in themselves. He probably coasted through his early years leeching off the adoration of others. Never had to work to improve himself, because he was already physically perfect. Never had to work hard, full stop.

Fuck! She was still thinking about Kyle!

She continued to run. Hoping to clear her mind of him, and yet, no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept drifting back to how much she hated him.

She ran, and ran. Her heart was pounding. Her breathing was almost painful.

It wasn't fair...

It just wasn't fair.

She had to stop: she was killing herself! Resting on the machine she breathed deeply, allowing her heart to thud inside her chest as she cooled down.

Looking at the clock on the gym wall, Erin realised she had been running for forty minutes now. It was almost ten. "I need to go home," she muttered, then looked around to see if anyone had heard her talk to herself. Luckily the gym was empty; she was the last one left. Even Kyle had gone.

Thank god...

Heading off she gave thought to a quick shower in the women's changing rooms, but the need to go back to her dorm, collapse on her bed, and just pretend today hadn't happened (at least until tomorrow) was too strong. Sighing, Erin continued heading out of the gym...

...until a chance glance through the open archway into the men's changing rooms stopped her.

And drastically changed the course of her night.

Erin should have carried on walking. She should have ignored Kyle, standing there at the end of the benches in nothing but a towel, grinning at something on his phone like he had no care in the world, like he had no idea of what effect he had on people...

...or maybe he did, and just didn't care.

Fuck... she hated him. She hated what he had done to her and Peter. Hated how she couldn't stop thinking about him, his smile, his looks, his gorgeous body. Hated...

Everything!

"Just so we've got one thing clear," she said, striding into the men's changing rooms with no care if anyone else was present. "You have no fucking right to talk about Peter that way!"

Kyle looked up from his phone. "Oh hey, Erin. Did you get lost? The women's changing rooms are that way," he said, pointing to his left.

Erin glanced around her to confirm her suspicions that they were alone. The men's room was no larger than the women's. A single bench ran the length between multiple lockers, and at the other end were the open showers; cubicles large enough for one person. A strong presence of steam in the room told her Kyle had only just finished with one.

"Shut the fuck up," Erin snapped. Coming to stand right in front of him she tried to ignore how tempted she was to glance down at the loose towel around his waist (just a peak!) "Why are you such a piece of shit?"

Kyle seemed amused, which irritated her further. "Excuse me? I've done nothing to you."

"Really? 'Hello Sexy'?"

"Just stating the truth, love," he said. "Or are you one of those feminists that don't like people reminding them they have physical characteristics some might find attractive?"

"Keep your eyes off my 'physical characteristics'!"

"That might sound more authentic if you were saying it to my face rather than my chest."

Erin forced her eyes up and glared at him. She hated seeing that smug smile of his. Taking a breath she changed back to her original topic: "You've been making Peter's life miserable."

"And how have I managed to do that?" Kyle said. "We barely talk."

After mouthing 'how' in shock, Erin spluttered "you call him names!"

"Then he needs to grow a spine," Kyle said, then frowned. "Come on: surely a guy like Peter got called all kinds of names at school! How did he make it through puberty if words wind him up so bad? Of course... assuming he did make it through puberty... have his balls dropped?"

"See? This is what I mean by you being a piece of shit!"

"I'm building character," Kyle said. "You should be thanking me."

"What? Why?"

"Making him more of a man, of course," Kyle said, smirking. "Figured you would appreciate a little more masculinity in your boyfriend."

"Fuck you. How dare you talk about him like that!"

"It's the truth and you know it," Kyle tossed his phone on the bench and placed his hands on his perfectly sculpted hips. "Tell me: if Peter's such a fucking bull - if he's such a fucking pinnacle of a man - why is it every time we meet you're practically eye-fucking me."

"What? No I'm not." This was not turning out the way she had wanted..

...but then what had she wanted?

"Jesus, Erin. You're almost giving yourself an injury trying to keep eye contact. You can give it a look; I won't feel objectified."

She folded her arms, stubbornly holding eye contact.

"I'd take it as a compliment: I work hard on my looks," he said. "As do you."

"Don't compare us."

"You make more of an effort than Peter," he said. "What do you see in him? Honestly? Don't give me that 'nice guy' crap. Let's be honest here: does he make you cum? I bet he's got a tiny dick. Do you even feel anything?"

She didn't even realise she slapped him until she felt the stinging aftersensation on the palm of her right hand. She was breathing harder than when she came off the treadmill earlier! "Peter's a good man," she said. "Better than you."

Despite the growing red patch on his left cheek, Kyle didn't seem to have felt anything. Maybe he was used to it. "I noticed you didn't answer my question," he said. "Must be real tiny."

"What did he ever do to you?" Erin asked. "He's just a sweet, kind, caring-"

"He's a spineless cuck," Kyle said. "Guys like him piss me off."

"Fuck you."

"So, what's it like?" Kyle asked. "How long does he last? Ten minutes? Five?" As he spoke he stepped closer. "Thirty seconds?"

Erin refused to be intimidated and stood her ground. "If you really must know," she said, "he makes me cum every time. Dozens of times! He's a fucking sex GOD!"

Kyle stood right in front of her. This close she could see how fucking perfect his tanned skin was. Her tits were almost touching his chiselled pecs, and she became aware at how deeply she was breathing by how they rose and fell so obviously.

"I doubt that," he said. "You don't have to defend him. It's just you and me here. No one else needs to know. Does he satisfy you?"

"I told you," she said, her voice slow and measured, "he makes me CUM. HARD."

"You deserve so much better, Sexy," he said. "You deserve someone who can satisfy you."

"And we're back here again!" Placing her hands on her hips she smirked. "God, it's so fucking obvious you want to fuck me! You hate Peter because HE'S fucking me and not you! You can't stand that a guy like Peter, a GOOD man, a KIND, CARING man, gets to fuck me and not you!"

He gripped her waist with both hands. His touch was so gentle it was surprise that held her in place, rather than his strength. Stunned by his brazen behaviour she watched as he moved his own hips towards her until the bulge in his towel touched her. So close in height were they that the pressure of his cock through the towel pressed just above her crotch. "He may get to fuck you, but I doubt he makes you cum," he said, smiling smugly.

She was so taken by his confidence that Erin made no attempt to resist him.She could feel his erection against her; hardening with the obvious tension between them. Pressing against her so close to her vagina. Her breathing was so deep - was she actually getting turned on?

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

She hadn't expected this, and the sudden close proximity to Kyle was making that itch grow. It was growing into a raging, lusty urge. This was insane: she loved Peter. She had loved him for years, and she was faithful to him. She wasn't Angie, she was a faithful, good girlfriend...

Yet Kyle felt so hard beneath the towel, and that bulge was so BIG...

"You say that," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and not betray how turned on she was right now, "but it's easy to claim you're great in bed. It's easy to make fun of a guy if no one can see your dick's smaller..."

Erin was shocked by her own words; what was she thinking? Was she trying to goad him? Into what? She had come in here to berate him, and now she was asking for a peek at his cock?

Yet a peek couldn't hurt... right?

"Smaller? All you needed to do was ask, Sexy, if you wanted to see the goods," Kyle said with a smirk, making Erin wonder if he could read her mind, as he reached behind and unfolded his towel.

It dropped to the ground by their feet, giving Erin full view of what she had felt.

She couldn't help but stare - Kyle was hung! He was easily a good three, maybe four inches longer than Peter, and his shaft was twice as thick! Possibly three times! Fuck, she had never seen a cock as thick and big as Kyle's - and all the cocks Erin had seen (with the sole exception being her loving boyfriend, of course) had been from watching porn! None of those guys had dicks as big as Kyle's! The skin of his cock was smooth and tanned and fucking perfect just like the rest of him. Even Kyle's balls were so much bigger than Peter's.

With a cock like that Erin wasn't surprised Kyle kept scoring with girls on campus, regardless of whether they were single, or married, or engaged...

Hell, if she didn't have her Peter she would-

-...what was she thinking?

Erin was horrified: for a brief moment she had thought about having sex with another man! She had actually - for one tiniest of moments - considered cheating on Peter! Yet she couldn't take her eyes off Kyle's huge dick. It was just so much bigger than Peter's; she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have a cock that big inside her.

Kyle had noticed her gaze. It was just where he wanted it to be. He knew he had a great cock; one that girls had loved time and time again. He loved seeing women's reactions when they first saw his dick, and Erin's was exceptional. The hunger in her eyes was obvious: she wanted his dick inside her. She might claim to be faithful to that fat loser boyfriend of hers, but Kyle knew that if he played his cards right she would discover that not only was he much bigger and thicker than Peter, but that Kyle was also much, much better.

"Like what you see?" he asked, smugly.

His comment snapped Erin out of staring at his dick, and she took her eyes off it to see his expression, much to her relief: there was no telling what she might do if she kept looking at that huge, inviting organ of his. "I've seen bigger," she said, feigning apathy.

"Doubt it."

"What would you know?" Erin smiled. "You said it yourself; you've never seen Peter's."

"Still doubt it," he said. "Though tell you what. When I get back I'll take a look and snap you a few pics. Put them on my OnlyFans with a few shots of mine for comparison."

"Don't you fucking dare," Erin said, her anger flaring, although it was mixing with her lust in a way she didn't like. "You leave him alone!"

"And so we come full circle," Kyle said. "See the issue is I quite like taking the piss out of that ginger sack of soy you call a boyfriend. You're right: I do want to fuck you. I want to fuck every hot woman I see - call it a character flaw, if you must. I look at you and I think 'there's a hot girl who deserves to know what true pleasure feels like', and it annoys me that you just ain't getting it. It pains me, Sexy. Pains me."

"My heart bleeds," Erin said dryly. "For the record I enjoy having sex with Peter."

"But does he make you cum?"

Erin made to reply, but hesitated. Did Peter make her cum? Sure, sex with him felt good, but had she actually...?

"Oh, Sexy... I'm so sorry..."

How did this man know what she was thinking?

"Fuck you." Erin sighed. "I don't care. I love Peter. I love having sex with him, and I will never have sex with you. So stop with this petty jealousy bullshit and act like a fucking man!"

His smile only widened with her words. Kyle was actually beginning to like this woman; at first sight it had been simply lust, and after a month of constant rejections that lust had only grown, but now he was seeing what lay underneath that gorgeous exterior of hers, and he liked what he was seeing. This woman had fire! There was an inferno buried beneath that disguise of being a good girl that only great sex would unleash.

He HAD to get his cock in this stunner, by any means necessary!

"Now, when I hear a demand I think to myself 'what's in it for me?' What do I get out of this? So, Sexy... what's in it for me? If I'm nice to Peter, what do I get in return?"

Erin stared at him, unable to figure out if she was disgusted or aroused. "Fuck you."

She turned to leave. Her heart was beating so fast, and that ache was threatening to take control and she didn't like what a small, but increasingly loud part of her wanted to do with that huge naked cock behind her. She needed to leave before she-

-Kyle couldn't let her go. This stunner had fought him every time and it had only made him lust for her even more. It pained him to admit but Kyle had never felt so desperate to fuck a girl in his life, and he had never felt desperate before! Women came to him - begged him to fuck them! No one had said no for so long, despite all his charm. He had to get this girl to have sex with him, and if it meant resorting to a little-

"I can make his life a lot worse."

She stopped. Turned. Her eyes were wide with a fury that made Kyle even harder.

Kyle shrugged. "I've been mostly ambivalent to him," he said. "But you seem to think I've got it out for your boy. Now if I REALLY wanted to mess with him..."

"What would it take?" she asked. "For you to leave him alone?" There was a part of her that was terrified of where this was going, but another part that was excited, and so turned on she could practically feel her panties growing moist. She was doing this for Peter, she told herself. She always said she would do anything for him...

Anything?

Kyle smiled, regarding her with that knowing look of his, and for a long moment he didn't say a thing. Then: "how about a blowjob?"

There was an even longer pause. Erin stared back. Her face locked while her emotions spun inside her like a whirlwind. She would do anything for Peter.

Anything...

"And you'll leave him alone?" she asked, carefully. Each word felt like a step towards a future she was both absolutely terrified of, and wanted so passionately it hurt.

"I will leave him alone," Kyle said, his smile gone.

It was the sudden seriousness of his tone that made Erin take a step forward. Closer to him, to this gorgeous naked stud and that huge, inviting dick... "Just the one?"

"Just the one."

"And you'll leave him alone?" She was practically back where she had been moments before: standing in front of him. Their eyes locked. Her breathing fast.