Part II: The Freshman - Jason is greatly impressed with Julie's strength
By Tre'



 *NOTE: Thanks to all for comments/criticisms/suggestions. Keep 'em 
 coming!
 
--RECAP: Sophomore Jason has met Julie, a striking 6-foot blonde 
freshman.  In their first encounter, he offers to help her move into
the  dorm, but is unable to lift her heavy box. She has to carry it herself 
while her carries her purse.
 
Part II
 
Yeah, I was a gentleman alright -- one who didn't want to get his 
butt kicked.  Not yet anyway.  And what had she ever done to me?
Nothing except to take my fragile male ego and crush it beneath her being.  
 
Once all her stuff was moved in, I wondered how he might get into a 
discussion of her incredible body.  I wanted to ask her so many 
questions: "How strong are you?"  "How long have you been lifting?" 
"Do  you play any sports?"  "Have you ever wrestled?" - but I couldn't
muster the courage to ask. So, I said a rather awkward "good-bye" and
left her dorm room.

All night I tossed & turned, thinking of my Nordic beauty.  Her
physique must have been carved by Zeus himself.  I wanted so badly to
get my hands on her, but for tonite, my hands had to be on myself --
the painful pressure resulting from the huge erection I had hidden all
day had to be relieved.  As I thought of her tremendous power, relief
was but a few moments away.  Oh, to dream of her tonite....
 
I awoke the next morning to find that, unfortunately, I had dreamt 
about some cartoon character.  Oh well.  With three days to kill before 
classes started, I made it my mission to become acquainted with Julie
in that time.  I decided to go to the gym at 8am to get in a workout,
after which I planned to visit her room in my "pumped" condition - she'd like 
that, I thought.
 
When I walked into the weightroom, I nearly peed in my pants -- she 
was already there, and she was HUGE.  The halter top she wore strained 
to contain her well-muscled physique and I was treated to a view of her 
abs for the first time.  By normal standards, my abs are outstanding, 
but hers put mine to shame.  The skin was tight, and the individual 
muscle bellies looked to have been forged from stone, and then arranged 
together by some Renaissance sculptor.  As soon as she spotted me, she 
smiled the warmest smile ever seen and said, "Hi Jason!"
 
"What's up?"  came my weak reply.
 
"Oh, not much. I just wanted to come lift early so that I could have
the rest of the day for you to show me around campus."

'Wow,' I thought, 'she WANTS me to show her around.'  "Great. I'd love
to." I said, not letting on that I'd had the same plan.  She told me
that she had been working her back for about 20 minutes and needed
only another 45 minutes or so.  If I hurried, we'd finish at about the
same time.  Not wanting to be embarrassed any more than was necessary,
I decided not to work my back that day -- I noticed that she was doing
lat pull-downs with over 200 lbs.  I was not about to challenge her in
any way - not yet.
 
I think one of the reasons I'm not bigger is that whenever there were
women working out in the gym, I would spend as much time watching them
as I would on my own workout. The sight of a strong woman often made
it difficult for me to concentrate on what I was doing.  I must admit,
it also turned me on for a woman to be as strong as me, so I'd look to
see how much they were lifting.  It REALLY turned me on if she was
stronger.  Today was no exception.  While seated on the Nautilus
performing some leg extensions, I couldn't help but look on in wonder
as she performed pull-up after pull-up.  I counted every rep, too, as
my 
curiousity as to the magnitude of her strength was piqued.  Gosh, 
twenty-five slow, quality pull-ups.  And she did three sets of those, 
during the last of which she donned a 25-lb plate as well.  I wondered 
how much she weighed.  How big were those tremendous arms?  She was too 
impressive for words, and I fought hard to suppress all the erotic 
daydreams running through my head.  I had to lift!  
 
I remember reading in Muscle & Fitness a few years ago that, when 
training with a woman, men could often lift more than with training
with another male.  The article explained that this was probably due to the 
fact that the man desired to show off and impress the woman.  I guess 
that's true when training with an ordinary woman, but this femme was 
other-worldly.  Instead of getting stronger, I got weaker at the sight 
of her.  What could I impress her with?  Charm?  Wit?  Who knew?  All I 
knew was that I wanted to discover & test her strength in so many ways. 
God, if I could only have one chance! 
 
End of Part II