LIVING MY DREAM
Part 2
The fiery blue eyes
A week passed since my dream. It was the first week of September, the beginning of a new year in high school. I said goodbye to Tom yesterday, as I wouldn't see him until next year. He was 20 years old, three years older than me, and going to military service for a year.
"I'll miss you! Come back soon! Don't go to any wars, or I have to follow you and kick everyone's asses, who wants to hurt you." I told to him.
"I know you would." He laughed. "We won't go anywhere, I'm not even a soldier yet. Just take care, sweatheart!" he said, and got on the train.
It's strange to say, but I got excited to be alone this year. I have a lot of work to do, but I'm determined to experience what I dreamed of. I want to have muscles, bigger than anyone I know. Even my knees started to shake just thinking about my figure in my dreams.
The only one I dared to talk about my new interest was the best friend of mine, Natasha, a nice girl I know from elementary school, and now we are classmates in high school. She had a Cleopatra-style black hair, cherry-red lips always smiling, and narrow, memsmerizing blue eyes. She was quite sporty with a toned, flat body. I looked at her like she was my sister, who was always joyful and cool.
We were talking in the school yard, under my favourite maple tree. We could talk about everything without any taboo.
"So you claim, that you will be a muscle queen by the end of the year" Natasha looked at me unbelievingly.
"You will see! I will be the strongest in this school. Trust these guns, baby!" I flexed my rather pathetic arms playfully, and we started laughing.
"But why do you want muscles anyway? You are so beautiful that every guy turns their head as you pass them. I think you are just the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
"It's not even true."
"Don't be shy. You just need to look at someone to make them fall in love with you. You have the most lovely eyes I have ever seen. And you are slim, and tall... How tall are you?"
"I'm 5'11". It's not a good thing, I cannot wear high heels, because it would make me taller than Tom."
"Whatever. I am only 5'2". Your body is just perfect as it is." Natasha slightly leaned closer to me. "You have all the curves that even top models don't. Curvy legs, perfect, round butts like melons, tiny, toned waist, big and tight breasts. At least an F-cup size, aren't they, mmh..."
I pushed away her head from me, laughing.
"Stop that! They are just E, actually... But I don't wear bras, you know."
"Seriously... I would kill for a chest like that. I would not hide them, that's for sure. I wouldn't mind if everyone looks at my hard nipples poking through my dress all the time."
"Ok, now you start to make me angry."
"Angry, or aroused, Cassy?" Natasha looked deep into my eyes, raising her eyebrows.
I loved this little chick, I really couldn't be mad at her. She always said what she thought. We were looking at the guys, playing basketball on the court.
"How about Scott?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"His muscles. Would you like to have bigger muscles than him?"
"He doesn't even have that big muscles."
"Awww, but he is so sweet."
Natasha had a crush on Scott. He was actually quite handsome, and while still had some muscles, he was very thin, and rather ripped.
"I was thinking I would be a bit stronger than Daniel."
Natasha stopped her breath for a moment, as she was processing what she heard.
"You mean Daniel from our class?"
"Exactly."
"But he is the strongest person in this school, even the PE teachers can't set his lifting records."
"I know. Just imagine me seductively smiling, as my long hair spread along my bowling balls of shoulders, my 17 inches of biceps forces countless pounds to move as I curl a barbell, with huge, pumped pecs under my firm, round breasts. Under that there is my tiny waist and perfect 6-pack abs, leaning towards my wet pussy, as my sweet juice runs down the thick slabs of muscle, that make my thighs bigger and harder than this tree here."
"Wow" Natasha slightly leaned down her head. She was fixating me with her fiery eyes. "I'm in for the show, grrr... I didn't know you had so much lust in you, girl."
I saw Natasha taking some deep breath as I talked her about my dream. It almost seemed like she couldn't wait to see my muscles grow.
Suddenly, an idea came in my mind. I hesitated for a moment, but wanted to try something. What could go wrong, anyways.
"Let's armwrestle!" I proposed.
"Err... now?"
"Here, and now."
"Are you sure? Everyone can see us." Her face went rose red under her black bangs.
"Are you scared? I thought you are the cool girl. And you are a handball player aren't you. You must be much stronger than me."
"Well, you asked for it."
Natasha placed her bag under her chest, when she lied down on the grass. She placed her elbow on the ground. She playfully winked at me, and I lied down as well. We locked hands. She could squeeze my hands pretty hard.
"Are you ready, Muscle Queen?"
"Go!"
I never realized how strong Natasha could be. Her strength totally caught me off guard. I had just paid attention to her small, but defined biceps, that jumped out her arms. I squeezed as hard as I could, but they wouldn't budge. It's hard to admit that my heart started pounding slightly as I looked at her hard muscles.
"I can't believe you have such biceps" I said.
"You never asked. But thanks."
The harder I pushed, the rounder her biceps became. They were arond 13 inches of hard muscles, as I later asked her. When she started to put more effort in her push, her blouse's short sleeves started to strain around her muscular, round shoulders.
I started to moan slightly, and I just felt increasingly aroused. Looking at my best friend's hidden muscles was so surprising to me that I couldn't handle my thoughts.
"Ooohh, Nati. I think I will lose this match."
"Only this match?" She said with a sexy smile. "I can show something else."
She started to undo the buttons on her blouse with her free hand. I could see all of her small, but pumped chest under the purple sports bra she wore. She was in absolute control of my feelings. It didn't help that I felt the grass pushing against my clitoris. I started feeling wet down there.
"Please, don't do this. All the guys can see us."
"They are just coming here."
And four guys were already standing some feet away, cheering for us.
"Come on, Cass, don't let her win!"
"Holy shit, Natasha, you are a beast!"
I was looking at Natasha, who was just playing with me at this point. I could not care less of the guys (even some girls) around us, as they were all watching Natasha's bulging biceps. It looked like even bigger, than before. I was lost in her sexy, narrow eyes, when she started to pull my arm, pumping her biceps, and let it back.
I just realized what she was doing. As she pumped her biceps, my whole body started to lean forward and backwards on the ground. My pussy was grinding the grass with every movement, and I felt I couldn't hold up much longer.
"Aaaah, Natasha, please! Please do it! You are stronger"
"Ok, Cassy, I'm sorry" she said with the sexies smile I could imagine.
And she pulled me closer to her with a last, strong attack. This was the moment I lost control of my body, as I slid forward a few inched on the ground. I had the most intense orgasm I had in a very long time. I screamed loudly, while I grabbed the pumped arm of Natasha. Her hot muscles were hard as concrete, and I felt . Her muscles felt so big I nearly couldn't grab them. I started to shake uncontrollably, when a hot wave surged through my body, and a moment later I was swimming in a lake of my juice.
I was totally destroyed by my best friend, and the whole school could see it. Some started giggling around us, some were sighing like they saw some circus attraction.
"I think she climaxed..." a guy said.
"Look at her biceps!"
"I got the whole thing. I got it on video."
"Wow, man, send it over!"
I was still on the ground, I could hardly move. But I was aware, that Natasha jumped on her feet, and confronted the guy, who had his phone out for the video. It was Daniel. With two steps, she stood before him, slapped his phone out of his hands, and yelled at him.
"You asshole! HOW DARE YOU! Delete that sh**!"
"I won't delete it. Anyone wants to delete it?" Daniel looked around boastfully.
"Of course not." said the other boys in Daniel's group.
They started laughing, and I felt embarrassed, because I knew they laughed at me. Natasha angrily picked up her bag, and helped me standing up. I was still very exhausted, but I managed to twist my jacket around me. I think my tight yellow dress was all wet from my orgasm. My nipples were still stiff as they pushed the thin linen of the dress. Natasha led me away from the crowd. My legs were almost collapsing.
"You embarrassed me, Nati. But it was amazing."
"I'm really sorry. I didn't want to do this to you. I really didn't thought this through."
"I can't believe how muscular you are, when you flex."
"And I can't believe that I made orgasm with them to the sexiest thing on Earth."