HOMECOMING
by Pac - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

(When a former weight-lifting champ returns to his college gym for a visit, he
meets up with a statuesque muscular young beauty, who then proceeds to show
him just how strong a girl can be - much to his delight - in more ways than
one!)


Waves of nostalgia washed over Mike as he roamed the Old Main Building on the
campus of his alma mater. It was his first return to his old campus since he
had graduated fifteen years ago, and he felt a sense of longing for days gone
by. He had planned to meet a few old college buddies, hit some of the old
haunts, maybe catch the Homecoming football game, and generally act like a kid
again. He smiled at the thought of his wild weekend to come, and checked his
cell for word of the arrival of his buddies on campus.

Killing time, Mike began strolling through the tree-lined campus, his eye
wandering over several pretty college girls. At 6'1" and 225 lb of still-buff
manhood, his handsomely rugged looks had the younger ladies considering him as
he passed.

None of the nubile young coeds had exactly what his tastes drifted toward,
however, so he paid them fleeting interest as he walked through the campus.
His feet led him to one of his frequent student hangouts: the old rec center.
Vastly outshined by its newer successor across campus, the aging facility was
still used by nearby students who didn't care for the walk, especially on a
blustery fall day like today.

Wandering through the entrance, his feet traced their steps to the weight room
as if his college days were yesterday. Mike had spent many a night in this
place training for his shining collegiate achievement: the inaugural
bench-press championship. He and a group of his friends had the idea of
putting together the contest, and the proceeds supported a local orphanage
they had visited while doing community service work.

He remembered playing with the children who had no families of their own. One
of his fondest memories was to hold out his arms and the kids would hang on
while he spun in a circle, the children laughing as they swung. He was so
impacted by the experience that he had since volunteered as a Big Brother to
several children after college.

Mike felt like he stepped back in time when he walked into the old weight
room: the sights, smells and feel of the place instantly transporting him
back. He noticed on the wall there were fifteen plaques just like the one that
still hung in his study back at home, and he walked over to look at the plaque
that bore his name, and the photo of him and his friends in the gym above it.

"God, I look like a baby," he murmured.

"Heh, hardly," said a voice from the far end of the room.

Mike glanced back and saw a young woman sitting at the far end of the weight
room, mopping the sweat off her brow. She had just put her warm-up jacket on,
and stood to approach him.

He smiled at the blonde, who stood surprisingly tall, her easy smile making
her dazzling beauty that much more apparent.

Wow, he thought, a six-footer. and pretty.

She was a fresh-faced young woman with Nordic features, and her mid-back
length hair was pulled into the standard workout ponytail. The intriguing
motion he saw under the warm-up outfit as she approached him suggested her
figure was fantastic.

"Are you talking about then or now?" he said, looking back at his picture on
the wall.

"You're Mike Kova#ek!" the young woman said excitedly, standing extremely
close. "You and your friends started the bench contest. It is so awesome to
meet you!"

Mike laughed.

"I never thought that would vault me to celebrity status," he said, and
noticed that her interest level had skyrocketed once she recognized his face.
"Do you know people who compete in it?"

She chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, look," she said, and led Mike to the plaques at the end of the row. "I
know her."

Mike looked at the last five plaques, and his eyebrows shot up as he realized
that all of them were won by women. or, more specifically, a woman.

"Wow!" he said. "Is that you?"

"Yep!" she beamed. "Six years running! The newest one is on its way from the
store!"

He turned and shook her hand on impulse, and her eyes lit up as their hands
touched.

"When we decided to have it go co-ed, we never thought women would be
interested, as much as we tried to get them to sign up. That's fantastic.
Katie," he said, recalling her name off the most recent plaque.

"Well, I was really motivated to compete in this event," she said, her eyes
boring into his. "I was a resident at the Roselia Ward Home."

Mike would have reeled backward if his hand was not still captured in Katie's
surprisingly strong grip.

"Oh my God! Really? When?" he said, gob smacked.

"I got there in '93 at five-years-old and left in '99 when I got adopted. You
and your friends used to come and visit twice a month. It was the highlight of
my life back then," she said, her eyes bright.

Mike barely had time to open his mouth when Katie pulled him strongly into her
arms and gave him a hug that squeezed the air out of his lungs like a bellows.

"I can't believe I am meeting you now!" she gushed.

Mike was having trouble processing this. He must have visited this girl and
played with her as an orphan better than fifteen years ago, and now she's
crushing him in her arms like an old soda can!

"Wow. Katie. I'm just blown away." He wheezed, and she let him go, her face
blushing a pretty shade of pink.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm just. I'm really excited!" she said. "You were like my
hero growing up! I can't believe it!"

She gave him another excited hug, and thankfully Mike was prepared for this
one. She tightened her arms around him again, but he was able to brace so that
she didn't collapse his ribcage. As it was, he still felt truly incredible
pressure, and a surprisingly large amount of soft breast flesh. He was ashamed
to find himself getting aroused in spite of his misgivings at her age, and the
fact she was one of the orphans he used to visit.

He put his arms lightly around her, feeling the hard curves under the warm up
jacket, and tried to calm down, but his hands tracing over her back made it
impossible.

Get a hold of yourself, Mike, he admonished himself, she's half your age, for
God's sake!

He gently disengaged from Katie's enthusiastic embrace, and her eyes burned
into his like a rock groupie. He had to admit, it felt really good to have her
rapt attention.

"Katie, I am so amazed!" he said, not knowing what to say. "I am really proud
of you that you're the reigning women's bench champ! I'm glad I could have had
that impact on you. How many women did you beat out to win it?"

Katie looked at him, confused for a moment, then her face brightened.

"Women's bench... oh! No, there weren't any women," she said gaily. "I always
seem to be the only female entrant. You should have seen the looks on the
guys' faces that first year when I signed up."

Mike looked at her, then at the wall. Sure enough, there was only one series
of plaques denoting bench champions. He was fully expecting to see a men's and
women's series. He was even more blown away!

"It's kind of a bummer, though; the number of competitors has dipped in the
last two years. I think it's my fault," Katie said, looking a bit downcast.

Mike came back to his senses and looked at her, concerned.

"What do you mean? Are the guys sexists? They didn't do anything crude, did
they?" he said, upset that his event might now be ruined by guys who were less
than considerate.

"Oh, no, nothing like that. I think I discouraged people from signing up
because I haven't had anyone get close to me for the last three years. I think
guys get discouraged when women win like that," she said.

Mike did a double take. She's beating men on bench by leaps and bounds? Katie
said that so matter-of-factly that Mike was again taken aback. He had to
struggle to not become even more excited than he was from her hugs.

Jesus, Mike! He admonished himself again. Calm down, big guy!

Katie stood, staring directly into Mike's face, searching for a reaction to
her statement.

"That is unbelievable, Katie! You're that far ahead of the pack?" he said,
dubiously.

Two of the guys he planned to meet this weekend were also co-founders of the
competition, and he wouldn't put it past either of them to put this pretty
young lady up to this, only to hop out of the broom closet in the hall and
yell "gotcha!" or something.

He felt like he was being punked for a second, but didn't want to tip his hand
and say anything on the off-chance that Katie really was a superwoman on
bench. He hoped against hope that that was the case. She did feel really hard
when he touched her..

"Mmm hmm," she said proudly. "I beat the nearest guy last year by two 45-pound
plates!"

"Ninety pounds." Mike's voice trailed off. "Can I ask you how much you put up
to win?"

Katie smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to both Mike's growing suspicion and
his growing arousal. Her eyes shone with pride as she faced the legend of her
youth.

"Hey! Do you want to work in a few sets?" she said, ignoring his question.
"That would be so awesome! I did upper body yesterday, but I would love to
pound out a few with you! You're the reason I started working out in the first
place!"

"I'm not exactly dressed for it. oh, what the hell?" he said, and took his
fall jacket off, showing his chiseled upper body in a tight-fitting t-shirt.

Katie looked approvingly at him as he hung his jacket on a peg on the wall.

"Wow, Mike, you still keep in great shape! What are you benching these days?"
Katie asked, working her arms in circles.

Mike turned back to her, more than mildly interested to see her shed the
warm-up jacket, but she didn't make any move to take it off.

"I work with 335," Mike said, not wanting to brag. "But I don't hit it as hard
as I used to. I think the years are catching up to me."

Katie's eyes lit up.

"Wow, 335," she said, and Mike felt a momentary swell of pride.

Maybe the competition had slacked off in the years since he was in college.

"That's awesome, Mike," Katie said, then got a bit shy. "May I ask you how old
you are?"

"I'll be 36 in November," Mike said.

Her eyes lit further. He was half-expecting them to go incandescent in a
minute.

"When in November? I'm on the 20th," she said, pulling her arm across her
chest to stretch her triceps.

Mike couldn't help but notice that her arm displaced a lot of the amazing
breast flesh he had felt earlier. As her arm pushed tightly into her chest, he
almost felt like turning away. His libido was making him feel like a dirty old
man.

"I'm on the 26th," he said.

"Huh," Katie said turning away from him. "You're like 1.5 times me in
everything. 35 to 23. 26th to 20th. I'll have to work 1.5 times as hard, I
guess."

Mike started to chuckle, but it died in his throat when she unzipped her
warm-up jacket. She had on a white, long-sleeved UnderArmor-style shirt that
clung to her like a second skin. What was under the shirt made Mike's mind go
blank. Her body was unbelievable!

"Geez!" Katie exclaimed, and rushed past Mike to close the doors to the weight
room. "It's like sub-zero in the hall! They really need to fix the heat in
this building."

Katie ran over to the door, pushing it shut, and Mike heard a click. He
followed her incredibly muscled back to the door with his eyes with a stunned
look on his face. She turned to him, and he thought he'd died and gone to
Heaven!

If Mike thought her back was awesome, he was absolutely blown away by Katie's
front. She was absolutely shredded with muscle! Her arms were simply huge,
with nicely separated biceps and triceps. Huge veins traced over the peaks:
God, they were so massive, even unpumped! Her shoulders likewise were huge
balls of corded muscle, with clearly separated heads, leading into bulging
traps that stood out thickly as they led into her neck. As she moved, her
muscles rippled over her body in a dance of sheer power.

She walked toward him, and he could see the contours of her heavily muscled
torso as it strained the skin-tight shirt. The bumps and ridges of thick abs
and obliques pushed through the fabric, and he could see every single muscle
group as her movement stretched the shirt to its limits.

And to top it off, she had a huge set of breasts, which didn't make any sense.
How could she be so muscular and still be that stacked? Worse still, the cold
was having the obvious effect on that fabulous chest, as thick nipples poked
through like the shirt didn't exist.

Mike's, and he zoned out, staring at Katie. She smiled lightly and stopped in
front of him, the enticing jiggle of her big chest making his mouth go dry.

"Are you okay?" Katie asked innocently, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Mike's face began turning several shades of red. He quickly turned and dropped
to one knee, fidgeting with his shoe.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm okay. I just realized I was staring. I'm sorry, you're so
much younger than me. I'm probably freaking you out. Sorry. I don't want to
come across as some dirty old man."

Mike realized he was rambling, and looked down at his shoe as he retied it.

A pair of women's sneakers entered his field of view, and he glanced up. Katie
was startlingly close, her warm-up jacket slung over her shoulder.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm guessing you don't run across girls like me too
often."

Her voice was different from her previously enthusiastic tone, but Mike
couldn't quite pick up what it was.

"I'm not freaked out or anything," she said quickly, "Really! You don't have
to be embarrassed. Heck, you're the guy who got me into lifting in the first
place! I feel like I'm meeting Arnold Schwarzenegger or Joe Weider or
somebody. I hope I'm not embarrassing you by gushing like a teenager."

Mike's blush deepened as he fidgeted with his shoelace, double-knotting it to
keep from having to stand and show his obvious arousal.

Hell, he thought, I'm acting like a nervous kid around her. What the hell is
happening to me?

Mike had always been supremely confidant around women. The combination of his
good looks and his buff physique always seemed to have appeal with the ladies,
but he seemed out of his depth around this stunningly-built woman. He took a
breath, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, and stood, ready to take
his medicine as an old pervert.

Katie spared his dignity by turning around and walking over to hang her jacket
next to Mike's. She cast a furtive glance at Mike's crotch as she turned, but
he was too embarrassed to meet her eye. He didn't have that problem as she
walked away, and his eyes were drawn to her awesome body. She seemed to be
putting a little more swing in her hips than she had when she closed the door.

"I'm such a slob in this room. I'm here so much, sometimes I feel like it's
mine. I should follow your example," she said as she placed her jacket next to
Mike's.

Mike recognized the reprieve for what it was and turned away to fix his pants,
trying to hide the telltale bulge as well as he could. He pulled his shirt out
and tried to be as nonchalant as possible about the still-visible sign of his
excitement.

Katie meanwhile was fighting to control her own arousal. Mike Kova#ek . here!
She had thought about trying to get his address or number from the Alumni
Association for a while, to thank him for getting her through some really
rough times as a kid. She never felt right it, though, and thought he might
think her some kind of stalker.

Her childhood consisted of the harsh conditions of the orphanage, where the
bigger kids would bully the smaller ones. Since she was young when she went
in, she was fair game to the older, lifetime wards of the state, and their
bitterness was felt well by the smallest, especially the newbies. Mike's
visits dulled that pain, though. He seemed larger than life to her, a tall,
handsome hero who kept the bullies at bay, if only for the duration of his
visits, and all of the kids clamored for his attention, even the older jaded
ones. The first time she onto his strong hand as he swung her around was like
a revelation to her.

From that moment onward, she made it a point of waiting for him when she knew
he was coming, first at the door to greet him or his friends, always
disappointed if it wasn't him. Her schoolbooks were decorated with his name in
a million different styles, and Michael Alexander Hanson was so omnipresent,
scrawled on any avaible surface of her little cot and chest in the orphanage
that she got the moniker Katie Hanson.

After her adoption, her new parents quickly discovered in their mid-thirties
blas' professional detachment that having an eleven year old child, with her
orphanage quirks and mannerisms wasn't the rosy picture of adoptive childhood
they had idealized, and she had barely managed to convince them not to take
her back by promising to do anything and everything around the house to make
their hectic professional lives easier.

As a reward for her servitude, for it could hardly be called a familial
relationship, her adoptive parents indulged her eagerness to exercise, and her
adoptive father, a physician, agreed to buy her a set of DP concrete weights
and a cheap bench that lived in the corner of the basement that was her
playroom. She took to the weights with a passion, and her emptiness for a
family was filled with her desire for "Big Mike" as her mind had christened
him, to come sweep her off her feet.

The years passed, and her physical gains became truly extraordinary. Her
adoptive parents were barely there, and she became a latchkey kid as soon as
it was legally possible, between her physician father and her lawyer mother,
they saw each other maybe 20 waking hours a week.

The first time her adoptive father actually paid her enough attention to
realize how hugely fit she had become he nearly fell over.

"My God, child, what have you done to yourself?" he asked, incredulous. They
barely spoke after that.

Her adoptive mother could care less. A workaholic, she paid enough mind to her
daughter to make sure she had money for school clothes and groceries, which
Katie primarily ate. Her parents often ate at the office or elsewhere, and,
for all practical purposes, behaved much the same as they had prior to having
adopted a daughter.

The years dulled the edge of her slavish worship to Mike, but it never quite
faded. It informed her collegiate decision, and she applied to the College of
Sports Studies and Exercise Science, and totally astonished her professors
with her prowess. She received a partial scholarship, and took out a
staggering amount of loans, her parents "teaching" her the value of education
by refusing to pay for anything.

Katie shook herself from her reverie as she watched Mike nervously try (and
fail) to be nonchalant in disguising his arousal. Now he was here. right here,
in the same room. and he looked so good! Not exactly like her fantasies. he
looked even better now with the added maturity to his features she decided.
She had looked at the old yearbooks she found in the library so many times, at
his images in the weight-lifting club and his graduation photo, and felt the
old familiar stirrings of her infatuation come rushing back.

She caught herself staring at his chiseled back, and cast a quick glance at
the mirrored wall that helped lifters work on form. His body in profile looked
fantastic, she thought, and she could still see the sizable sign of his
excitement. She found herself thinking naughty thoughts about this much older
man and her breathing quickened.

Meanwhile, Mike desperately tried to relax his own onrush of nasty thoughts
about this young woman with the most incredible body he had ever seen. The gym
he trained at had some competitive bodybuilders, but nothing close to her! He
figured she had to compete herself with her amazing development. She was in
the same class as the heavyweight bodybuilders he watched on television. no,
she was even bigger. by quite a lot! She was the biggest, most cut woman he
had ever seen, in person or otherwise! Standing next to her incredible body
made Mike feel small.

Mike started his own stretching and limbering for a few sets on bench.

"Um, hey, Mike," Katie said, struggling to keep her voice casual.

She surprised herself at being able to approach her childhood hero like this,
when what she really wanted to kneel down and bury her face in his swollen
crotch.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Can I. can I give you some advice?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, turning toward her.

"I'm working on a master's in exercise science, and one of the latest studies
shows that if you're going to exercise cold, general stretching and warm up
doesn't really help at all. It actually hurts by sapping energy reserves. It's
best to warm up on the exercise you are going to do: like bench warm ups for
bench. I was doing a little stretching myself because I am more or less done
with my workout for the day."

She looked down at her feet, then back up to his face, and said hastily, "Not
that I'm telling you how to work out or anything. I know you've been doing
this since I was an infant."

Mike laughed. She seemed more nervous around him than he was around her, so
maybe they both just needed to relax. The advice was sound, though, and he was
hardly surprised that she majored in exercise science, with that body.

"No, please," he said. "I never studied exercise science. I got my degree in
business, but just like to work out. You are definitely the expert; I'll take
all the help I can get."

Katie visibly relaxed a bit, and walked toward the bench.

"So Mike, what do you want to warm up with?" Katie asked Mike, and he started
from the nearness of her voice. "I'll put the bar together for you."

"Go ahead and recommend a starting weight for me," he said. "I'll use whatever
technique you do, since you got such incredible results."

She blushed, but he could tell the compliment worked as her face brightened.

"Okay! So here's how I warm up for bench: I do three progressive sets, in a 6,
4, 2 rep sequence, from 50% of my current weight all the way to 90% for the
last set."

She thought for a second, then loaded a 45-pound plate and a 15-pound weight
on each side of the bench bar.

"Here, this is 165, so it's right around 50% of your working weight. I'll spot
you."

He almost gulped to think about this incredible woman so close to him as he
benched, but caught himself. He almost told her he wouldn't need a spot at
such a light weight, then bit his tongue.

Mike eased himself down on the bench, and Katie moved in close, closer than
Mike would have thought she would for a spot. He caught the scent of Katie's
body, as she had just finished her workout. The mixture of sweat, her natural
body scent, and the light perfume or body wash she used was intoxicating to
him, and he had to struggle to keep his libido in further check. She wasn't
making it easy. He thought for a second she was going push her crotch right
into the top of his head! His thoughts of being a dirty old man were replaced
with thoughts of this luscious young woman in his arms, and he decided to let
fate cast the die for him.

Damn, man, he thought, just go with it. She's gorgeous and obviously old
enough, and oh my God that body! She must have seen how I'm reacting to her,
so if something happens, then it happens. damn, Providence, please let it
happen!

Mike couldn't help but gulp as her scent washed over him, mingled with
another, new scent he picked up from his proximity to her womanhood. arousal!

Oh Holy Hell! His mind screamed. YES!!!

"Are you ready?" she asked. "Just ease it off and do six nice slow reps. Wait
until I've reloaded the bar, then do the 70% as soon as you're ready. I'll
just keep putting the weight on until we get to your working weight, and you
can do them with as little pause as you want. It's not like we're really going
for gains here anyway, right?"

Not exercise gains, Mike thought as he put his hands on the bar.

"Here, I'll give you the full personal trainer experience," Katie said,
surprising herself. "I'll move your hands on the bar for maximum chest
isolation."

She put her hands over his, caressing the backs on his hands. Mike's libido
engaged in earnest, and there was no hiding it now, untucked shirt or no. He
just had to trust that what he thought he was picking up on was what was
really going on with her.

"There," she said, moving her hands to hover over the bar, and her voice took
on a huskier timbre. "Go for it."

Mike pushed the bar up off the rack and did six easy reps, then cradled the
bar quickly.

"Nice. Good form," she said, and pulled the 45s and 15s off the bar.

She replaced the 45s with 100s. Mike watched her amazing body in awe as she
moved, her incredible muscles thickly bunching as she easily hefted the 100s
one-handed onto the bar. Mike held the bar so it didn't tip when she slid the
plates into place.

"Okay, here's 245," she said, moving back into her spot position, her body
even closer. "It's a little over 70%."

He felt the fabric of her warm-up pants brush against his head from her
closeness, and was nearly fully erect now. There's no way she couldn't have
noticed. Her hands rested lightly on the bar, and she put them right next to
his. The contact was pleasantly distracting.

Mike pushed the bar off the cradle, working through his set of four with a
little more effort. He started feeling a little burn from pushing the heavier
weights up. He finished his set and put the bar back in the cradle. Katie
pulled her hands off, brushing them over his as she did.

"Excellent," Katie said to him, and he looked up at that incredible body. Her
breasts were so big, he couldn't see her face when she stood tall above him,
but she bent forward quickly to look at him after the set.

The look on her face told him he wasn't imagining the sexual tension that was
building.

"You have fantastic form, Mike," she said, and he could see the faintest flush
on her face.

She walked away for a second and loaded the bar with two 25s. She slipped the
plates on the bar with one arm on each of them. Her arms moved easily, as if
she didn't have 25-pound weights in her hands.

"Wow, you really muscle those 25s around. You don't look like you're working
in the least," Mike said up to her, the arousal obvious in his voice.

"Thanks. I have been working out for a long time," she said, her voice husky.
"I've gotten pretty strong."

Mike almost squirmed on the bench, as she moved in so close to spot him that
her big thighs pushed into the top of his head.

"Okay, here's 90%. I want to keep your pump going. Feels good, doesn't it?"
she said, and put her hands right over his, then moved them to spot position
just inside his grip.

"It feels fantastic," Mike said, and felt her legs tremble slightly as they
touched his head.

"Mmm hmm," she said above him, her voice almost a moan.

Mike pushed the 90% weight off the rack and readied himself for the lifts. He
felt Katie's solid legs rub against his head, and thought he would drop the
bar for a second. He pushed up the first rep, brought the bar back down, and
as he extended his arms up for the last rep, and Katie surprised him by
lifting the bar right out of his grip and cradling it for him!

That was 295 pounds! He thought, in shock. She just lifted it out of my hands
like it was nothing!

"Oh my God," Mike moaned under his breath.

Katie laughed softly above him.

"Come on up and take a little break," Katie breathed, and he could hear the
excitement in her voice. "Shall I rub your neck and shoulders? It will help
get the circulation going."

"Yes. please," he said.

She had her hands on him so fast it was apparent she wasn't going to wait for
him to say yes.

"I do this for all the people I train," she lied kneading his shoulders in her
strong hands. "Mmm, that's it. You're getting pumped now.:

Part of me is fully pumped, gorgeous, Mike thought.

Katie's hands felt heavenly on his shoulders. Mike let out a little moan at
her touch, and Katie ran her hands over his shoulders down to his arms,
rubbing them gently, more gently than a normal invigorating massage. Her full
breasts pushed lightly against the back of his head as she leaned over bar to
reach his arms.

She let off and Mike felt light-headed from her body touching him. Damn, was
she getting him wound up!

Katie quickly moved to load the bar to his working weight, replacing the 25s
with 45s, and Mike took some deep breaths to calm himself. His cock felt like
it was going to rip through his jeans.

Katie moved back in to spot, and pushed her legs firmly into his head. She had
her legs parted slightly, and he resisted the urge to lean back and press his
face into her crotch. The scent of her arousal was stronger now, and he could
swear he saw what looked like dampness on her warm-ups!

Oh my God, he breathed softly.

"I'm enjoying spotting you, Mike," Katie said, and he felt her legs tremble
again.

"I would definitely love to have you as a workout partner," Mike said back,
ready to escalate things.

"Definitely," she repeated, and slid her legs against his head. "Okay, big
guy, show me what you've got."

Mike pushed the bar up of the cradle and went through a clean set, wanting
more than anything to show this girl what he could do. He felt the weight of
her eyes on him, and noticed her breathing had quickened. Her hands were on
the bar, touching his, and she looked so deeply into his eyes that he thought
he would drown in their sea-blue depths.

His mind swam as he pushed the bar up for the set, and again, she pulled it
upward and cradled it. He sat up, and he could feel her big body behind him.

"Great set," she said and her hands went back to his shoulders. "You're
feeling it now, aren't you?"

"Am I ever," he murmured, aching for her touch on other places than his
shoulders.

"Do you want to finish two more, or do you want me to work in?" she said. "If
I do, it might take some time. well, nah, I already did upper body yesterday.
I'll just work with your weight."

"Okay," Mike said, and they switched places.

Katie laid her big body on the bench and put her grip extremely wide, quite a
bit wider than Mike's.

"Don't mind me," she said. "I'm just testing out a theory that I have for my
thesis."

"No problem," Mike said, and placed his hands lightly on the bar next to hers.

She looked up at him and flashed him a dazzling smile.

"Come on in a little closer," she said, and Mike hesitated, not wanting to put
his erect manhood right next to this young lady's head.

"Really, I don't bite," she said. "Not on the first workout date."

Mike laughed, still nervous, but knowing she already checked him out, so he
figured the only way he was going to get anywhere with her was to go for it.

Heck, he thought, I have to be in by now, or we wouldn't be playing around
like this.

Mike brought his body close until his legs touched her head like she had done
to him.

"Yeah, perfect," she said, looking up at him.

Her eyes glanced quickly at his crotch, then at the bar as she focused.

"Okay, I'm playing around a little bit, so keep a good grip on the bar, can
you?" she asked.

"Sure," Mike said. "I won't let it drop on you."

Katie pushed the bar up off the cradle, and brought it down to just above her
full chest.

"Um, I hope you're not. embarrassed. but I'm sure you saw I'm pretty big up
top. I can't go through full range of motion unless I bring the bar down on
them. If that freaks you out, you can just hover your hands over the bar if
you want. I promise I won't think you're a dirty old man, Mike."

"No, if you're okay with it, I promise I won't get any enjoyment out of it,"
Mike lied, looking at her face.

Katie laughed and lowered the bar deeply into her huge breasts, taking Mike's
hands with it. They practically engulfed the bar and his hands, and he
resisted the urge to let go of the bar and grab her marvelous breasts instead.

Katie eased the bar up slowly, hardly looking like she was working at all. She
eased through her set, each time holding the bar on her chest for a lingering
moment, driving Mike absolutely crazy.

She knows she's driving me mad, he thought, I can see it in her eyes.

"Did you see what I was doing?" she asked up to him.

No, he thought, I was too busy coming in my fucking pants!

"No, what did you do differently?"

"When I was going through range of motion, I was curling with my forearms to
isolate different groups in my arms. I saw it on some light weight, high rep
sets I was doing as an undergrad. It seems to isolate parts of my forearms
that wrist curls and grips don't seem to do. I was planning to lift heavy like
this and document the results for part of my thesis on multiple muscle group
isolation effectiveness versus targeted isolation."

"Wow, you can curl your wrists with 335 on the bar?" he asked, amazed.

"It was tough, but I got the set out. Three hundred thirty-five pounds is a
lot for my forearms." She said. "Come on down. Sorry they're taking a little
longer than straight bench presses."

Mike noticed she didn't say anything about 335 being a lot for her chest and
triceps, though.

"No problem," he replied. "Like you said, it's not like we're going for gains
tonight."

"No. No muscle gains tonight." she confirmed. "Maybe other gains."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I am gaining a lot just by watching your form."

"I'm glad I could show you a thing or two, for all the motivation you've given
me," she said with a smile.

"I'm hoping you show me even more," he said. "I have a feeling you've gone way
past me. I doubt there's anything else I could ever do for you."

He wasn't sure if she would catch the innuendo , but she seemed to be tossing
around some of her own, so he figured he'd go for it.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," she said, sitting up from the bench.

He started heading for the bench, then paused and thought he'd try his luck
with something.

"Hey, are you sure you don't want me to rub your shoulders like you did mine?"
he asked.

"Oh! Okay, if you want. It does help," she said, smiling up at him over her
shoulder.

God, he thought, that smile could melt Antarctica.

"Sure, what are friends for?" Mike said, and put his hands on Katie's traps,
starting like she did with him.

"Yeah, there are definite benefits to working out with a friend," she said,
the connotation unmistakable.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he kneaded her muscles. or tried to! He
could barely dent her rock-hard traps with his hands! He squeezed as hard as
he could, but only the tiniest dimple showed up on the skin under his fingers.

"Oh, that feels good, Mike," she said, "I can feel my muscles loosening up
already."

She has to be joking, he thought. It's like massaging granite!

Mike's cock pulsed against his pants at the feel of her muscles. He leaned
over the bar, working outward to her solid shoulders, tracing over the
individual heads one at a time, and then down to her amazingly huge arms. His
position gave him a fabulous view down her shirt, the normally high collar
pushed way out to reveal her deep cleavage. He worked her muscles until his
fingers ached, and she gave him that incredible smile again.

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