The muscular roommate – part 1. By Smog. I was at the gym with my girlfriend, Tina, working out as usual. Tina is a fitness type girl, having a toned, slightly muscular body. "Would u like to come over to my place after we finish here?" she asked me. "Su..sure..!" I said stunned, as we never before had gone to her place as she lived in a shared appartement with another girl. " Is your room mate out this afternoon?" "I don't know" she said, "but that's ok, she is very nice. You might have seen her here at the gym!" "You roommate lifts weights too?" I asked. "Uh huh. She's like a body builder. She's really buff." She stood, stretched her arms overhead, then bent gracefully forward from the waist until her hands were flat on the floor. "You're serious? A body builder-girl!" I almost could not hide my excitement. In my mind I could not believe it; A girl with muscles like those I jacked off over in front of my computer! He had been attracted to Tina by her obvious athleticism, but her muscles were long and smooth, rarely knotting into sharp mounds during her workouts. They were more than enough to convince him she was worth bagging, but she clearly wasn't into body building. Tina straightened, then smoothly raised her long leg and placed her foot on an exercise machine at about the level of her chest. She bent forward and pressed her upper body along the thigh with well defined quads standing out through her tights. I was now staring at her crotch and again forced myself to look away, but not before Tina had correctly interpreted the direction my eye had wandered and rewarded me with a gleaming smile. Tina switched legs and did a final stretch that nearly had me exploding inside me gym shorts. When they got to the appartement, Tina´s roommate Monica, was lying on the couch reading a magazine. As Tina introduced us, she just cast a glance at me, said hi and then returned to reading. Tina said she needed a bath and I could just hang out here in the living-room while she was showering. I sat opposite Monica, in a chair, took out a magazine (something about living and houses ... yuk) and pretended to read. My eyes however were ogling Monica. She was a redheaded, average looking girl with glasses, kind of nerdy looking, and she lay on the couch wearing a loose, open shirt over a white t-shirt. Suddenly, Monica had her left hand on her right bicep, absent-mindedly feeling the muscle. I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw her straighten her arm, make a fist, then bend her elbow slowly until her right hand nearly touched her shoulder. She squeezed her bicep with her left hand, feeling its shape with her fingers. Then she pushed up the sleeve of her loose shirt. She straightened out her arm and bent her elbow, watching her muscle contract. Then she did it again, and then again. She felt her swelling bicep once more, then pushed down her sleeve, and looked at the clock on the wall. She looked over at me and she saw me staring at her, open-mouthed. "Would you like a cold drink? If you've been working out with Tina you're probably thirsty. Let's go outside on the deck, it's such a nice afternoon." She said, looking me straight in the eyes. I just nodded and followed in a trance, now staring at the high, tight butt that jutted out from her skin tight black spandex tights. In the kitchen Monica stopped in front of the refrigerator. I saw the shirt's sleeve bulge when she bent her arm and pulled the door open, and saw the other sleeve thicken as she lifted out a large glass pitcher. "Would you get some glasses? I'm afraid all we have that's cold is punch." She said. I nodded again, took the glasses and we went to the deck. Monica poured the punch and set down the pitcher. "Have a seat. It's such a nice surprise to find Tina bringing an exercise partner home with her." Monica studied my face with a smirking expression. "Do you two work out together often?" "Well, I'm in the gym a few times each week." I raised my glass to my lips, making sure to flex my right bicep as I did so. My eyes narrowed a bit and I smirked as I noticed Monica noticing it. "You are in pretty good shape, I see," Monica said, "and Tina is too I guess." "Pretty good?" I squeaked, thinking of Tina's amazing body. "Well ...yeah," Monica replied, standing up from the chair, "I mean, she's not quite as big as me, but she's got some definition." She walked over towards me, my eyes following her uncertainly. Trying to recover my composure, I decided to act cool about it. "Well, yeah," I said casually. "That's actually one of the reasons I was attracted to her...I've always kind of, uh, been into girls with some muscle." "That's cool," Monica said with a smile. "I wish I could find a guy like that. Here, tell me how you like this." With an effortless motion, she flexed her arm into a massive bicep. I couldn't believe the bulge that started to grow, quickly filling up the sleeve. "That's -- that's awesome, Monica. I bet there are plenty of guys who would..." I stammered. "Nah, most guys see this and they never want to see me again. Especially if they feel how hard it actually is. Go ahead, try and squeeze it." As wrong as it felt, I couldn't resist. I put both hands around her flexed muscle and pushed against it. Just as I had suspected, it was as rigid as marble. I couldn't dent her massive muscle. "Wow," I said. "And if I ever show a guy how strong this muscle is..." Monica raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Well, let's just say it comes as a bit of a shock. I know it looks impressive, but trust me...it's even stronger than it looks." I blinked at her, not sure what to say. She moved closer to me, breathing deeply. "Let me just get to the point." Her voice was getting softer now, full of promise. "If you like her little muscles..." she jerked her head contemptuously towards the bathroom and Tina, "you'd LOVE mine." Gulping nervously, I leaned back and stammered, "Uh, well I admit they might look a little more impressive, but ... ... " Monica stepped closer to me again, smiling even broader. "Trust me. I can squeeze a lot out of these babies..." Now she flexed both arms for me. They exploded into monstrous peaks, her entire body seeming to swell right in front of him. "I think you'll be surprised. Watch this..." Looking me straight in the eye, she raised her right arm and flexed her huge bicep again and even though it was hidden under the fabric of her shirt, it looked huge and massive. Monica saw the look on my face, and laughed, smiled demurely and turned around halfway, then turned back and looked at me, waiting for my reaction. I was just sitting there, panting like I had been running. " It seems you like what you see?" she said and looked down to my crotch where my member was clearly visible as it was hard as ever. She then leaned her body into me and let her arm down and her fingers lightly caressed my growing penis. "Uhhmm......you like muscles on a girl, admit it." She then said. I remained silent, just looking up at this muscle girls smiling face. Then she brought her lips close and her breath hot on my ear as she whispered, "You know, I figure if I have a boyfriend I can have him all to myself. That way he'll be able to get it up more often." Monica ran her fingers up and down my penis a few times more. "I bet you get that huge dick of yours hard whenever Tina demands it, don't you boy?" I didn't answer. Monica cupped my package and began to squeeze it. "Would you like that, boy; have only to service me? I see how you stare of my biceps. Tina doesn't have muscles like mine does she? Do they turn you on?" Just then we both heard the door to the bathroom open up. Monica quickly moved back to her chair and sat down, sipping her drink as nothing had happened. I was in total panic as I just couldn't believe what had just happened. Tina came out on the deck, wearing a summer dress, still drying her hair with a towel. "Hey you two, what have you been doing?" she said with a smile. Monica looked up at Tina. "Well, I just entertained your little boyfriend here while you showered!" she said with a smile. I just sat there dumbfounded and said nothing, trying to hide my hard on beneath a magazine, while thinking of nunnes, icebergs etc. "That's good...well...baby, let's go into my room!" she said to me and took my hand. As Tina dragged off with me, I glanced quickly back at Monica. She was flexing her huge bicep again, and as Tina dragged me into her room, Monica gave me a little wink. All the time Tina and I was cuddling and kissing, I couldn't get Monica out of my head...well..not so much Monica, as her huge muscles. How would it feel to be with a girl that was so muscular? Continued......