Insistent banging awoke Jon, He looked over at his still comatose room mate.
"Coming" Jon slurred through the haze of sleep.
Jon opened his door and immediately felt his tongue tie up. Standing there was Wanda in little more than booty shorts and a sports bra. Her substantial chest straining at the tight garment. The light jacket she wore was open and did little to hide the show.
"Wakey wakey." Wanda said, remember we're going to the gym?
"Ah, yeah!." Jon said, "two minutes."
Wanda watched with a smirk on her face as Jon attempted to sort himself out, throwing on a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt.
"Ready!" Jon said.
It was torture, Jon was never the most athletic, but he'd failed to realize how soft he'd gotten without the threat of high school PE to keep him in some semblance of shape. Wanda insisted that he follow her, routine. The cardio was hell. The weights were hell. Maybe of it wouldn't have been so bad if his manly pride wasn't so battered after Wanda handily out lifted him.
"Never again." Jon said. as they finished up and he rested with some water.
"Nah uh, you're stuck now, I've been looking for a gym partner for ages now. You'll get used to it, besides you can't afford a whole new wardrobe if you get too big for yours." She laughed.
Jon wheezed what he assumed was an affirmative. "Just take me home." he panted.
"Here, I'm not done, you take my car back and I'll run there to finish out my workout." Wanda said as she went to go grab her car keys.
"Thanks." was all Jon could say.
