Tina, Part 11

Alan discovers that Tina's muscles are harder than the rocks in geology class.
 


Alan had been staring for weeks at the gorgeous dark-haired girl in his
geology class. Her name was Tina. As the weather got warmer, she was wearing
less clothing to class - enabling Alan to see that she had quite a body.
Finally they were paired up for the lab. They were given a rock sample - a
type of granite - and a rock hammer. They were supposed to bash the rock open
and examine the mineral content inside.

When Tina took off her jacket, Alan felt his heart beat a bit harder. She was
wearing a long-sleeved shirt that cut off just below her breasts, revealing a
stomach that was hard and ridged, a starkly visible six-pack. Tina saw Alan
looking at her midriff.

"Which do you think is harder - me or the rock?" she laughed and joked, giving
him a seductive and mocking smile. She was so incredibly beautiful that he had
a hard time holding her gaze. She picked up on his discomfort and decided to
goad him.

"Come on, try it. Hit the rock with the hammer first, then hit my stomach."

"No," Alan replied, "We have a lab to do. Come on." "Just try it," she said.
"You won't hurt me - I promise."

In frustration, Alan hit the rock sample quite hard with the hammer, and it
split readily, sending shards flying. The professor glanced their way with
irritation: "Be careful with that" he admonished.

"Come on," Tina whispered in Alan's ear. "Hit my stomach with that hammer the
way you hit the rock. Show your powerful, manly strength." Exasperated, Alan
whacked her, a lot harder than he had intended to. The hammer flew out of his
hands and skidded across the floor. He was involuntarily massaging his palm,
which was ringing from the kick-back of the hammer handle upon impact. Tina's
laughing eyes were looking at him, ignoring the professor's second warning to
get it together. Alan felt himself turning deeply red and hot.

"You want to hit me, don't you," she was saying.

"I just want to finish this lab," Alan told her.

"Come on, you know you want to punch me in the stomach, right?" she pressed
him. With a sigh of irritation, Alan admitted "Yeah, I do." He did want to hit
her - to smash her actually, at this point. "Not here, though...we're in
class."

"Well," Tina murmured, "Meet me after class, tough guy - if you want. At the
gym. I have a sparring match."

"Fine."

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After class, wondering what the hell he was doing, Alan followed Tina to her
boxing gym. Was he really going to punch a beautiful girl in the stomach? Why?
What was he trying to prove? But for some reason, he couldn't stop himself.

When they got to the gym, Tina motioned to Alan to get into the ring, and went
to change. He climbed in, and she came back, wearing a tight-fitting
half-shirt with the sleeves cut off. For the first time, Alan saw her arms.
Her forearms were knotted with crisscrossing veins and hard muscle. Her upper
arms were chiseled and molded like marble. Her biceps bulged with power. Her
muscles were so sharply chiseled that light reflected off literally dozens of
facets. Alan immediately felt he had made a huge mistake.

Vaguely, he became aware that others were present in the gym. Tina was talking
to four women that were seated ringside - her friends who had come to watch
her sparing match. Alan reddened and tried to pretend they weren't there - the
situation was already bad enough without witnesses.

"Alright, Strong Man, punch me in the stomach. Isn't that what you wnated?"
Tina challenged him with a seductive smile, licking her lips. Halfheartedly,
realizing he better just get it over with, Alan tapped her in the stomach a
few times - left, right, left. Nothing happened. her stomach muscles felt rock
hard, completely unforgiving.

"Jesus." She sighed, rolled her eyes, pushed back her hair. "That can't be the
best you can do...right?" She looked at hime questioningly. Her friends
giggled with merriment. With sudden fury, Alan let fly with all he had,
connecting with her midriff with a vicious left.

Alan felt a blinding surge of pain - he reeled back and collapsed to the
floor, clutching his shoulder, which felt as if he had disclocated it. As he
got to his feet, he heard the girls laughing but also asking if he was OK.
Tina looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and pity. She showed no effect
at all from the punch.

The gym door opened. A voice called out "Hey Tina, you ready for your match?"

"Hey Rico, yeah." To Alan, she turned and, dismissing him with a glance, said
"You get to go sit with the girls." She turned her hard, sculpted shoulder to
him, and stepped down out of the ring. She walked over to a set of weights in
the corner of the room to warm up. The girls helped Alan into a seat.

Tina sat down in a folding chair and started curling barbells, alternativng
hands. Alan stared. Each barbell had two disks on a side. He squinted to try
to see how heavy they were. He could see that the bigger disk on each side of
the barbell was a 30-pounder. The smaller one looked to be a 10 or 12 - she
was curling at least 85 pounds with each arm. Tina's biceps bulged like huge
stones as she curled the weights. After a few sets, she began doing steep
incline situps, hundreds of them. Alan lost count as she went on and on for a
long time. Alan sighed with embarrassing envy of Tina's muscles - he knew he
couldn't do more than a few of those situps before his stomach would burn with
pain.

Eventually, the door opened again and a guy came in, Tina's opponent. Alan
noticed that he wasn't a bug guy, smaller than him, but a lot better built,
with muscles and a boxer's gait.

"Hey Hugo," Rico said, "Ready?" "Yeah." "Alright, let's do the weigh-in." Rico
put Hugo on the scale and announced his weight out loud: "144." Next, Tina,
came up and weighed in: 124. ??? Alan blushed even more deeply than before. He
weighed 165. 40 pounds more than her.

Without further ado, the match began, and Hugo confidently and aggressively
moved forward, jabbing at Tina, hitting her in the stomach. For several
minutes, they danced around each other, Tina bascially playing defense, not
hitting Hugo once. Then, she left herself wide open, as if by mistake, and
Hugo drilled her in the midriff with a sharp left, just as Alan had. Alan
leaned forward. Hugo staggered back, holding his arm at the elbow, staring at
Tina with sudden doubt and fear. The round ended.

The second round began, and this time Tina blatantly exposed herself; as Hugo
came close, she reached both arms overhead, tied her hair back, suppressing a
yawn. Enraged at the outright provocation, Hugo blasted her with his right
fist. As his fist contacted Tina's hard, ridged stomach, Hugo leaped back,
screaming with sudden pain, desperately clutching his arm, and looking wildly
around for some help. It looked like his arm was broken. Tina smiled and
flexed her biceps for the benefit of Alan and her friends. Then she walked
over to Hugo and hit him in the stomach. Hugo imediately collapsed forward,
doubled over. Tina reached under him, placed her right hand under his chest,
and lifted him high over her head, with one hand. She turned to make sure that
Rico, her boxing coach, was watching. She put Hugo down, then hit him with a
devastating left uppercut. The force of her blow lifted his entire body
several feet in the air. For a sickening second, he seemed to hover in
mid-air; then his body fell to the floor of the ring, in a heap, out cold.
Tina reached underneath his crumpled body with her left hand, and again lifted
him over her head. She straightened her arm as if he were weightless. Rico
lifted her right fist in the air, declaring her the winner - as if that were
really necessary.