The pool area was closed and I was making one final walk through looking for lost items and misplaced towels. At night the pool area was particularly lovely. After I shut off the overhead lights, the only illumination was the underwater lights, which cast blue flickering reflections over the entire room. It made it look unworldly, and even the hundreth time I stared back at it, a little creepy.

I swung my flashlight, labeled "property of the fitness center" in big black letters, across the edge of the pool one last time. I was pulling the door closed when my beam illuminated a figure.

"Hello?" My quivering voice echoed in the cavernous room. She - it was most definitely a she - was standing on the far side of the pool with her back to me. If she heard me, she gave no indication.

"Ma'am, the pool's closed," I tried to gather the feeble authority being a staff member of the college fitness center entitled me to and channel it in my voice. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She gave no indication that she heard me. Despite the alarm her unexpected appearance had prompted I began to get annoyed. "Please ma'am, don't make me call campus security."

I heard laughter. The woman still didn't move, and I wasn't sure she was even the source. It seemed to eminate from all around me. I couldn't even tell if it was one person or a chorus of hidden onlookers. I swirled, but saw no one except the immobile women.

I tried a different tack. "Are you alright, do you need help?" I took a couple of steps closer. The woman was oddly dressed - to say the least. She had a swimsuit - a two piece bikini silver in color - and over that a sheer skirt and on her head a wide brimmed hat. She looked like a model in an advertisment standing on the beach - I could almost see the big festive letters: "Visit Brazil."

I edge closer, keeping the flashlight in front of me. Another thought entered my mind. It could be Myrna, my fellow graveyard shift employee - playing a practical joke. It didn't seem like something Myrna would do, but from behind I couldn't tell. It certainly didn't look like Myrna. Not that Myrna was ugly, mind you, I often thought that if she took off her glasses and let down her hair out of the bun she always wore it in, she would look quite good. No Myrna, wasn't ugly, but the woman in front of me was undoubtedly a looker.

Maybe a friend of Myrna? A friend like Cynthia, Myrna's blonde roommate, the resident campus beauty. Also something of a bitch, one who might try to scare me with a practical joke such as this.

"Is that you Cynthia?" I asked, trying not to let my tone reflect how unnerving I found the whole situation.

"No." The word seemed to circle me like a warm breeze. I could feel it tingle the interior of my brain.

"I am Aphrodite, and you mortal, are truly blessed."

If it wasn't for the fact that the words seemed to be ringing around inside my skull rather than coming in from the outside, like normal everyday speech, I would have stuck with my practical joke theory. As it was I wasn't quiet ready to let it go.

"How are you doing that? Are you a friend of Myrna? Cynthia?" I was struggling to find solid ground.

The voice in my head ignored me. "As I have been ordered by Zeus, I grant you the 'recompense of Paris.' May it be said, that for this millenia, my debt is paid."

The words didn't mean anything to me. My flashlight failed and so did the underwater lights, and for an instance the gym was plunged into darkness. I groped around in front of me, but dared not move for fear that I might slip on the slick tile.

There was a rushing wind - a rushing wind that really shouldn't have existed - we were enclosed in a gym that doubled as a fallout shelter - and the same strange chorus of laughter as before.

My flashlight flickered to life first, and the area where the woman had been was empty. I swung it around but as far as I could tell with the tiny circle of illumination the flashlight provided, I was alone.

I heard a buzz, and the underwater lights hummed back to life, confirming my earlier suspicions - I was most definitely alone. I couldn't get out of there quickly enough.

I didn't slow down my pace until I pulled into sight of the security desk. I could see a lamp, and the flickering glow of a the tiny tv that had been provided to stave off the inevitable boredom of looking after a mostly closed gym. Myrna gasped and looked up at me as I unlocked the door that led behind the desk.

"Oh, Eric, it's you," she was regarding me with wide eyes, and her gaze lingered on my face longer than usual. I wondered if my fright was that noticable.

"I just came to see how you were doing..." I started, but trailed off, her gaze hadn't left my face, and it was beginning to make me uncomfortable. "Did you notice a power outage just a few minutes ago...?" or for that matter a strange woman walk past? I completed in my head.

Myrna continued to look at me, seemingly dazed and slowly shook her head.

"No, its been all quiet here," she said, her eyes still not leaving my face. I never noticed that those brown eyes of her were actually quite attractive.

"Oh... OK, well, I'll just go back to my desk." I really didn't feel like it, butterfly's still fluttered in my stomach, but it was my job, and Myrna and I had just exchanged more words tonight than we had for the previous two weeks combined.

She nodded, and I took a step back, and prepared to open the door that led back to the front of the desk.

"You could stay here a while..." In the low light, it was hard to tell, but it looked like she was blushing, "...you know nobody is going to use the gym now, it's almost 1am." She seemed to be talking faster than normal.

"OK," I sat down in the same empty seat next to her. She was still looking at me, but now there was a ghost of a smile on her lips - a nervous smile. "What are we watching..."

"Umm..." she finally looked away from me to concentrate on the grainy picture of the TV, "...I have no idea. Looks like a dubbed movie."

Indeed it did. Maybe a kung-fu movie or maybe one of those Indian dance features - it was really hard to tell. I saw out of the corner of my eyes that Myrna was looking at me again, with the same nervous smile. A thought crept into my brain - maybe it had been a practical joke - and Myrna was enjoying watching me quietly freak out? Well in that case I wouldn't give her the satisfaction, I resolved. I crossed my arms across my chest and stubbornly watched as two men dressed in ridiculous robes circled each other in the midst of a grove of trees. I tried to patently ignore the strange look that seemed to bore into the side of my head.

It wasn't any use, I looked up. Myrna had taken off her glasses, when I met her gaze she looked away, almost maiden like. Was she embarresed? Maybe she felt silly for the little stunt earlier at the pool. Served her right, I thought, trying to scare the wits out of me like that.

"Umm..." Myrna didn't quite meet my gaze again, "would you mind, I'm feeling kind of stressed tonight, would you mind, I don't know, rubbing my shoulders?" She was blushing again.

Her behavior had now delved into the surreal. Myrna and I barely talked, except as work required, and even then it was the barest exchanges of information possible. My new theory: "toxic gas leak, making everyone hallucinate."

"Yeah sure," I said, stood and positioned myself in behind her chair. I pushed my fingers into the soft flesh of her shoulders and started to knead the muscles underneath. They were indeed tense.

Myrna rested her head against my hand as I worked, then turned and brushed her lips against it, gently but with purpose. She kissed my knuckle. That brought my massage to a sudden stop.

"Myrna...?" I couldn't decide how to end the question. She didn't look up, but instead timidly kissed my hand again. She kissed it again, and pointedly refused to look up at me.

She broke it off suddenly, tore her lips away and stood up facing away from me toward the front of the desk. She reached up and pulled the security grill - a solid sheet of interlocking wooden slats down until it clicked closed, leaving us enclosed.

"Myrna...?" I tried again, but was cut off.

"Eric, do you think I'm pretty?" I didn't know what to say, before I could catch up to the rapidly evolving situation unfolding in front of me, she brusquely pulled her shirt up and over her head. She was wearing a plain white bra, plain and functional, but only for a second. That slid off her shoulders with a deft touch from her hands.

She didn't seem to be willing to look up at me. Her exposed breasts were milky white. She seemed to be nervous, taking short shallow breaths. It took me a second to realize she was waiting for a response.

I just nodded. She looked unbelievable relieved her shoulders releasing the tension that they had carried across them. She smiled up at me, as if I couldn't have possibly made her happier.

They say guys don't notice the little things. I guess that's true. I had no idea that Myrna had a crush on me, or how far she would go to show me. As far as I knew Myrna never thought about me, even when I had been right in front of her eyes, shows you what I know.

I wasn't ready for her, the momentum put me back into the roller seat, and that in turned rolled backward to the far wall. She kissed me on the lips hungrily ten times, twenty times, I lost count. Her fingers were struggling with the buttons of my shirt, and then with the buttons of my pants - and her own. I didn't have time to kick the pants off my ankles before she roughly pulled me down, down onto the hard and cool concrete floor. She was animilistic, and the blood boiling in my ears made it impossible for to hold onto to any higher thoughts either. I just pumped and pumed, pressing into her moist opening. In the distance I heard fevered moaning and cries of pleasure, but that was far away, far beyond the only sound I could hear - the booming beat of my heart and the wild pouring of blood through my veins.

***

I didn't want to wake up. I turned and pulled the sheets over my head to block out the sun, linger in blissful dreams just a few seconds more. I sighed as the image of Myrna's small breasts hanging out for my pleasure slowly receded into memory. I desperately tried to remember how in my dream she had been crying my name, moaning and thrashing as I had pumped my rod inside her. Encroaching wakefullness could not be avoided however. I sighed and rolled over, with every intention of getting up out of bed. Instead, I felt the cold cement of dormitory walls.

That wasn't right. In my sleepiness I must have rolled the wrong way - toward the wall instead of toward the center of my room. I tried again, but again encountered an unexpected obstacle. My flesh met soft warm flesh - flesh that sighed contentedly and wrapped long arms around my chest.

"You're awake," Myrna purred not quiet opening her eyes, but instead burying her tired face into my chest as she pulled me toward her. "That was amazing," she whispered, the sound mostly lost against my ribcage.

She shifted and groaned. "Although, you did leave me a little sore. Next time we need to find a proper bed, instead of the gym floor."

Her breath against me began to come in more regular intervals, until I presumed she had fallen back asleep. I could tell, with her body pressed against me, that the sheets were the only thing we both wore. I looked around trying not to wake Myrna. It was a dorm room - in the same building as mine - but definitely not mine. Too organized for one thing, with more plants, and even a goldfish, and while I had a room alone, there was clearly a second person living in this one. While one half of the room was neatly if sternly arranged, the other half was pink. Pink bedspread, pink pictures taped to the white wall, even a pink computer. It was Myrna and Cynthia's room I realized. From the lack of noise - and lack of concern on Myrna's untroubled face - I assumed we were alone.

I relished the feeling of a warm and naked Myrna snuggled against me, but in doing so encountered two growing problems. One was the blood being diverted to my loins, the other an increasing pressure on my bladder.

"Myrna..." I whispered. She roused only enough to resettle her face against my shoulder.

"Myrna..." I tried a little louder.

"Eric..." She whispered back, almost wonderously, her eyes fluttered open, "I was afraid it had all been a dream."

"I guess not."

"Lucky us," Myrna smiled.

"Myrna," she sighed at the sound of her name, "Myrna, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh," Myrna pouted, disappointed about having to let me go, "fine..." She untangled herself from me and sat up on the edge of the bed, taking the cover with her. She pointed to the door. "Through there..."

I hesitated only enough to take in the sight of Myrna covered only by a sheet before I made my way to the bathroom.

I was washing my hands and trying to put together my scrambled memories. A strange woman. The recompense of Paris? Myrna. Myrna. There was no hiding my bodies reaction to the thoughts of her as I stood naked in the bathroom.

There was a knock on the door. I let it open a crack so I could peer through and not reveal my naked state to whoever was there. I felt a sigh of relief, it was Myrna, naked and leaning against the door frame.

"Hey there," she smiled.

"Hey," I said, unexperienced at morning after conversation.

"I was..." she flipped her unruly hair out of her face, and then her hand lingered down to her soft white exposed breast. "...I was thinking about taking a shower," she bit her lip. "You want to help?"

Apparently "help" was a euphimism for holding one of her legs while she hugged my head, and I rammed into her again and again with her back to the porcelain tile. My lust had taken over me again, and when I finally peaked, it was an avalanche. I let go of her and she slid down the slick tile into a curled up mass at my feet, her breathing labored and ragged.

She reached up my body. The steaming water ran in rivulets down my trembling frame.

"You are one talented guy," Myrna said exhausted, she spread out her legs so she was sitting at the corner of the tub. She gently touched her shaggy bush. She winced.

"I'm going to be sore in the morning," she looked up at me, her eyes filled with contentment and awe. Her shower slicked dark hair clung to her face and her small breasts jiggled with each shiver that passed through her body. She offered up her hand. I was prepared to pull her up, but instead she pulled me down. She wrapped her arms around me, and under the showerhead's downpour, it took me a moment to realize that she was crying, the gentle tremors racking her bodies were sobs.

I lifted her head out of my shoulder where she had buried it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Myrna laughed and blinked away tears. "No, it's not... I'm just being silly, like a thirteen year old girl or something," she untangled one of her arms and wiped at her face. It was impossible with the water falling on us to tell what was tears, but she didn't seem content until she had rubbed at her eyes a few more times.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She smiled, but her eyes were red from crying. "Nothing's wrong, everythings great, wonderful... you... I never thought I could feel like this about someone, or feel like that," she blushed, "with someone. It was beyond incredible. I'm just... it's hard to explain."

She paused and the downbeat of the shower against the clear plastic doors and tiles was the only sound we heard, curled up together in the corner.

She finally continued. "I'm just... You were there the whole time, and I just didn't see you. I could've walked away, and never known... never known..." she reached out and touched my face, as if to confirm I was real, "...you."

She looked at me, brown eyes rimmed with red. "I'm just afraid, I'm going to wake up, or I'm going to loose you somehow."

I hugged her tight to me, and she started crying again. I didn't understand, but I seemed to be doing the right thing because soon she started to whisper.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." over and over, a quiet fervent chant. Finally at the end:

"I love you."

I froze. It had been so quiet I wasn't sure I had actually heard it, and I dared not say anything.

***

The summer was divided into two semesters and a dreary mid summer break. Most employees weren't even on campus during the break, except lowly undergraduates tasked with watching over the nearly deserted fitness center.

Technically we were supposed to man two separate desks, but instead I locked the doors to mine and hung out with Myrna. We would sit together, talk, watch paid programming and of course, Myrna would get up, slide the shutter over the desk closed and then we would make love until Myrna was slick with sweat and trembling.

"OH GOD!" She flopped backward onto the floor, and held up six fingers. We were going for the record of seven.

I was still hard, and we were both struggling for breath. Myrna's wild undergrowth of pubic hair was slick and glistening.

"I don't think..." she looked up at me, where I was sitting, "...I just don't know if I can... go again." She brushed her sweat slicked hair back over her shoulder. "It's not natural, you know, I've looked it up. Two orgasms is supposed to be an amazing experience, three, once in a lifetime."

My eyebrows knit together. "You always have three, at least."

"I know," she edged forward again her eyes watching me, hungry and wary. "I don't know if I'm the freak or you are."

"You," I said with a teasing grin.

"Maybe..." she lowered herself back onto me and began to gentle pump up and down.

I wasn't a virgin before I met Myrna. It was a late night freshman year, and I had got drunk at a party and hooked up with a girl. I still remembered it vividly, but it was so different with Myrna. With Myrna, it felt so easy, so natural, so intuistic. I just knew that if I moved my hips like this...

"OHHH!" Myrna yelped in surprise.

...or if I touched her just like this...

"Ahh! AHH!" Myrna tried to squirm away from my touch.

...it would drive her wild. It hadn't even taken a minute and I could feel her tense, her rhythym working to a fevered pitch. She was past the point of no return. She bucked up and down, and content with the record I relaxed and let her final orgasm be my release. I spilled into her and that just heightened everything for her.

"OH Eric!" She yelled, and then collapsed into me, a ragdoll. Her head was limp on my shoulder, but I could feel her heartbeat racing. It seemed like if it didn't slow down she might suffer irreversible damage. I silently swore that from now on six would be our limit.

She was several minutes before she stirred again. She pulled her head back and looked at me blearily.

"Myrna, your eye!"

She didn't react, but on one eye was a ominous blood red spot, highlighted against the milky white. She blinked and slowly her eyes regained a more lucid look, and not the earlier glassy stare. She kissed me on the forehead. If she heard my concern, she didn't react, she just fell asleep in my arms.

I was getting fairly adept at dressing her, with only limited help. I got her decent and reopened the desk.

***

It wasn't all like that, we did normal things too, watch movies, talk, go on walks across campus. I learned she was an English major, youngest of three children, with two old brothers. We would sit on her bed and talk for hours.

She was pretty, if not perfect. Slightly unruly black hair, a nose that was maybe a little too big, and arms and legs that bordered on being too thin. She sat leaning against the head of the bed painting her toenails, wearing a tanktop and short black shorts. The red dot on her eye had grown, but was just now beginning to shrink. The doctor had told her it was a broken capilary, and it was nothing to be worried about, she should just cut down on the vigirous activity. She had blushed, and looked adorable.

Of course, neither of us wanted to cut down on the vigirous activity, although I never again pushed Myrna as far as that night. I was learning to generate in Myrna different types of orgasms, little ones she described as "warm glowing heat from the crown of her head to her toes," to big over the top ones, the kind that left her heart racing and her on the verge of unconciouness.

Myrna put a last touch on her now purple big toe, and held it up for my inspection.

"How does it look?" She wiggled her toes.

"Good."

"Only good?"

I looked at her, she was wearing a mischevious grin. "Only good?" She asked again.

"OK, how about incredibly sexy."

"Better," she conceded raising her foot so she could see it, sprawled out as she was across her bed. It was late afternoon, and it was the last day of summer break. Our habit of spending all day in Myrna's room would be interrupted by our increased responsibilities and the return of Cynthia, Myrna's roommate.

We could still hang out in my room, I didn't have a roommate, but with the last day of the mip summer break slipping away I could sense the bitter taste of an ending approaching. Myrna seemed to hear my thoughts.

"No matter what else happens, Eric, this has been the best two weeks of my life." She said it with not a hint of irony on her face. The flat honesty of the statement made me uncomfortable and reminded me of her earlier proclimation of love for me, something neither of us had brought up since.

"I..." She put a finger over my lip and I stopped speaking.

"I'm sorry, if this makes me seem crazy, or like some love sick teenager, but I love you Eric, and being with you these two weeks has been amazing."

I was glad she had urged me to silence, because I couldn't respond to that.

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