The Girl Who Was My Friend (Contains many adult materials)
By Primevalspirit@hotmail.com
Adam learns more about his crazy friend Jen ... the hard way.

My name is Adam and I'm just at the end of my Junior year of 
highschool. I'm a bit of an outsider in the world and usually keep to 
myself in the acceptation of one person; her name is Jen. The 
moment we met each other, something happened. We had a 
connection unlike either of us had ever had in the past. The things 
we mostly had in common was out spirited natures and the fact that 
we both verbally colorful when confronted. This made things very 
fun.
Me and Jen had always kept our friendship a friendship and nothing 
more even though I found her the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. 
She always dresses casually, in sweats or in nice old fashioned 
cloths. She never showed off her body. I liked that, but I still waited 
for the day that she would show a little skin.

It was the last week of school before summer vacation and I was at 
home all alone. I didn't have any friends in the area because I was 
bussed by special-ed to a school on the other side of the county. That 
was a real pain in the ass! Not having any friends in the area made 
my social life pretty much non-existent. I hated it! My boredom 
forced me to find my own form of entertainment. There was a new 
free-gym around the cornet so I thought I'd take a look. I heard that 
it had a great juice bar next to the leg weights.
I walked to the gym and it was huge. Wow! It sure was built up 
pretty fast. I walked inside to see tons of people of different shapes 
and sizes. Oh god! Some of the guys in there were huge! I saw a few 
girls that weren't all that small either. Damn! I've always secretly 
fantasized about muscular and highly athletic girls but I never 
thought I'd actually see this many at any one place.
I wasn't really into the whole working-out thing. It appeared to me 
as a vulgar thing for guys hyped up on testosterone, so I just sat up 
at the juice bar and watched everyone.
I sat comfortably for a few minutes drinking a strawberry shake 
when someone I thought I'd never see walk in. I was in shock! It was 
Jen! She lived near my school and that was a good 30 minutes or 
more away from here. I jumped off my stool by the bar and ran to 
the door to meet my friend. "Hey, Jen!" I called out in excitement. 
Jen called out in the same way, "I knew you lived around here but I 
didn't know I'd see you here." With wide open eyes I asked, "What 
are you doing here?" Jen replied, "I'm visiting my uncle but he had 
to go to work, so I'm just gonna work out for a while. Do you work 
out at all?" I didn't know what to say. Would she think I was a 
pansy or something if I said no? I wanted to be honest so I just told 
her the truth. Jen understood. "Well, do you wanna watch me work-
out? I'm really good." I nodded my head yes and she led me to the 
bench press machine. Jen dropped her bag down at my feet and 
began to unzip her light-gray Adidas sweat shit. Damn! She had the 
most perfect and the most beautiful set of abs I had ever seen. 
Underneath her sweatshirt she was wearing a black skin tight sports 
bra. I could almost swear that I could see her nipples through it. I 
couldn't help but stare. Jen noticed and said, "Like what you see, 
Adam?" Nervous, I just nodded my head a little. Jen then pulled off 
her sweatshirt to reveal a muscular upper-body. "Oh boy!!", I said to 
myself.
Everything started to change in my mind now. Jen was my best 
friend but I was becoming more and more attracted to her by the 
second. I never saw anything like it in my life. Woh!
Jen rose her arms to show me what she was made of. She flexed her 
left bicep while holding the bottom of my chin with her right hand. 
It was impossible for Jen not to notice my erect semi. While still 
flexing her arm, her other hand slid down my body, from my chin 
down to my chest. Her hand eventually reached the 'Forbidden 
Reigns'. "Woh, woh woh!!" I called out. Everyone started staring but 
no one said nothing. Jen stopped flexing and touching me as soon as 
everyone started looking. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and 
said, "I must apologize for that. When I start working-out, I tend to 
get a little ... hormonal. It may get worse. You can leave if you 
wish." I didn't want to leave. It was boring at home and I wanted to 
see what would happen if I stayed with Jen.
It turned out that Jen had rented a private work-out room in the back. 
Her uncle was a member and told her all about the entire place. Jen 
took my by the hand and led me to the room but as soon as we got 
there she remembered something. "Adam, can you go get my bag for 
me? I left it in the front." It was a bit of a walk from the front to the 
back and back again, but I didn't mind. At this point, I'd do almost 
anything for Jen. Almost anything. Just before I headed back to the 
front Jen called out, "While your getting by bag, I'll just change into 
my work-out skin." I thought 'work-out skins' was some kind of gym 
slang for work-out cloths or something. I was just about to find out 
for sure what it really meant.
I got back with Jen's gym bag about 2 minutes later. I stopped by the 
jiuce bar to get Jen a bottle of cold ice water too. The private room 
had a locked door and it was still locked. Was Jen still changing? 
Hmmm. I knocked and the door swung open. I walked inside and 
turned to close and lock the door behind me. I turned back around to 
see Jen ... in her work-out skins. She was naked except for a really 
tight thong bikini! "Uh .. uh .. uh. Oh boy!"
Was I dreaming? Knowing my life, I was probably dreaming. But I 
wasn't.
Jen started taking the weights she wanted off the giant rack which 
was in the corner of the room. Her arms flexed like nothing I had 
ever seen before. Her triceps were incredible and her legs were even 
better. I was willing to bet that she could break a bowling ball 
between those things. "Do you mind if I feel your muscles"?, I said. I 
wanted to take back my request in fear that it sounded to strait 
forward but it was too late. Jen said, "Sure!" anyway. She walked 
over to me and pulled me to the bench by the mirrors next to the 
weight rack. She pushed down on my shoulders to get me to sit. I 
was going to feel under my own control but Jen took my hands and 
guided them for me. My hands went from her thighs, to her hips, to 
her abs, to her chest. She kept my hands on her chest for quite a 
while. She moved my hands around, rubbing her breasts. She started 
moaning and her a serene looking smile on her face. While she used 
my hands as tool for her own sexual pleasures I thought to myself.
What is going on? I and Jen had been friends for 2 school years and 
look at us now. It was like something out of one of those stories 
from www.thevalkyrie.com.

TO BE CONTINUED ... ... ...