Part 5
I spent the rest of the afternoon locked in my room. I tried to play some games on my phone, read a book, anything that could take my head off Tricia's muscles. It was impossible. Anything I did, when I closed my eyes, there were those gorgeous abs. Those tree trunk quads. I couldn't stand it anymore. Jerk off wasn't helping either. What she had been doing to me the last couple days were much better than my hand and my imagination. Damn you Tricia.
I decided to go for a jog. Six miles should do the trick. Blow off some steam. Take my head out of that muscle maze I was into. I grabbed my running tennis and headed downstairs. I was halfway through the door when my dad saw me
"Where are you going, son?"
"For I run, Dad. You know, enjoy the sea breeze"
"Great! Can I and your uncle Rick tag along? We've been talking about jogging"
"Sure, I guess"
"Don't worry, we won't slow you down. Going for 3 short miles"
"Ok, Dad. We can go together for those 3 miles and then I just keep going for another 3"
"Great! We'll be ready in 5 min"
We decided to run along the sea shore, to enjoy the view. This should be good. Some men's activity. No girls, no muscles. No Tricia.
I spoke too soon. We had just finished stretching when Tricia waived from 100 feet away. I guess she had gone for a run herself earlier.
"Hey guys! Going for some outdoor activity? Nice!"
"Hey Honey! Yeah, we can't be all that lazy you know!" Uncle Rick answered
"Cool! Can I come with you?"
"Sure, Tricia. But didn't you just finish your jogging?"
"Oh, I just ran 6. I can go a couple more with you"
Damn. There it was. My 'get away' jog has just become a show off of Tricia's diesel legs. Each step she took, her calves exploded, propelling her body forward. Her thighs didn't even shake when she hit the ground. It's not like there was any fat in those oak trees. I decided to keep dad and Uncle Rick between me and her, so I wouldn't have to stare at her.
When we reached the 1.5 mile (we were keeping a good speed, around 6 miles per hour) dad and Uncle Rick signed they would be turning back. I prayed for Tricia to go with them. She had already ran 7.5 miles and still had all the way back. No way she would go on.
But obviously, well trained muscles don't get tired that quickly. She said goodbye to them and approached my side. I tried to keep my eyes straight forward, focusing on the run.
"Hey, Tom. What do you say if we speed up a little?"
Damn, the girl had stamina. Still, I was feeling good, and could go a little faster with no trouble
"Sure, Tricia. Go ahead. I'll keep up with you"
Tricia speeded up a notch and we reach the 3 mile mark at about 7mi/h. We turned around to get back home. Instead of slowing down (after all, she had already ran 9 miles) Tricia seemed to hit her nitro button. I checked my Garmin and we were now at 8.2mi/h. What the hell was going on?
I started to feel my legs burning. It was like I was carrying an extra 40 pounds. My breathing started getting heavy. And there was no sign of Tricia getting tired.
We ran another mile and a half at that speed. Tricia's diesel powered legs decided to boost her speed a little more. I tried to keep up, but that didn't last another half mile. Cramps began to undermine me and about a mile away from home I collapsed. Pain was too intense.
Tricia stopped and looked back at me
"Tom, are you ok?"
I was arched trying to catch my breath, feeling cramps all over my legs and that sharp pain on your right upper abdomen, so typical of trying to exercise more than you're supposed to. It took me 2 minutes to answer her
"I'm just... to tired... cramps. Can't do it"
"Oh... you poor thing... how are we gonna get home? Wait, I have an idea. Hop on"
Tricia turned her back to me and lowered her body
"What?"
"C'mon, I'll piggyback you home. It's only a mile or so"
"Tricia..."
"What? You know I can do it. C'mon, it will be fun"
Oh, what the heck. I jumped on her back and held on her shoulders. They were broad, hard shoulders. You could actually see the muscle fibers on them. Tricia grabbed my legs with her crushing grip. I felt really secure on her back.
I could tell she was trying to run with me on her back, just to prove she could. But obviously, not being able to balance your body and use your torso makes it hard to run. Still, she was walking on a very fast pace with my weight on her. It was amazing. I could hear the floor being punished step over step by her quad muscles, those bone-crushing legs.
About 40 feet away from home, Tricia stopped. She saw one of those public gyms, with some bars and boards for exercising. She walked me there.
"How much do you weight, Tom?" She asked while dropping me to the floor
"About 150, why? And you?"
"Really? You felt lighter" she said giggling "Still, that's too bad. If you were a little heavier, this would be fun. I weight 158"
Damn. Tricia was about 3 inches shorter than me. That could only mean one thing. Tricia was 158 pounds of pure raw muscle. It scared me to think that if we were the same age, she would have outweighed me by a good 20 pounds.
"What would be fun?"
"I wanted to well... benchpress YOU. But I go 185 for reps. My actual maximum weight is 225"
Whoa. I wasn't exactly a bodybuilder conosseiur, but I could tell that those weights not many grown men can press. I guess she could sense I was amazed.
"I have an idea. I know I won't be able to do it. But still, I want to try. Here, come" She grabbed my hand and dragged be under a crossing bar, the ones we use to do pull ups.
"So, listen. I'm gonna try this. I'll try to do a full pull-up with you on my back. But first I have to warm up a little"
"Tricia, are you crazy? That's impossible?"
She didn't seem to care. In fact, my disbelief seemed to burst her energy. She grabbed the bar and pulled herself up 12 times like it was nothing. That's her warm-up? Damn, I couldn't do half of that.
As she lowered and raised her body, I couldn't help but admire. There she was, this 17 year old dynamo girl with broad, large back, all full of muscles. Her arms and lats exploding each time she went up. The street was empty, but I'm sure that there would gather and audience to watch this Goddess work out.
She let go of the bar and breathed for some time
"Alright, Tom. This is how we are gonna do it. I'm gonna grab the bar again. Then you find a way to grab me and don't let go. But don't take your feet of the ground until I tell you to, ok?"
"ok"
Once again, Tricia grabbed the bar. First I though of grabbing her by the back, but I'd have to hold her on the neck and that could hurt her. So I turned around and sort of hugged Tricia. This was amazing. I could feel her hard breathing, sweat skin on my chest. Our faces were inches away. She smiled
"Alright. Ready? Now!"
As I removed my feet from the ground, I looked at her face. Tricia was really concentrated. She really wanted to do this. I gasped in awe when both are bodies begun to slowly being raised by her. She managed to keep moving about 5 or 6 inches, before losing her grip and we both crashing on the floor. She fell over me and started laughing
"Damn! For a second there I really believed I was gonna do it" She placed her hands beside my shoulder and raised her torso, so that she wouldn't crush me. I looked at her arms. Her triceps looked like a Ship's anchor rope, so big and hard I bet it could hold the world against the tides. I was astonished by her strength demonstration.
"Wow, Tricia. That was.. was.. awesome. I never saw anything not even near that!"
"Yeah, well, Still, I couldn't do it"
"Just barely! You were able to raise both our bodies for some inches there. That's... wow! Is there anything you can't do?"
Tricia looked me deep in the eyes. She never looked prettier
"I... well" She stopped talking and lowered her body, kissing me.
And... what could I do? I kissed her back
to be continued