Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02

... know?"

Mikefigured she might feel that way about it.

"I want to beat your challenge on my own, not by using anything like steroids. I've never needed them before, after all, so why start now?"

"True..."

"I don't know, I don'thate the idea honestly," Andrea was sliding a purple jersey with her last name and the numbers '08' printed on the back over her torso, "but I just think I'm not ready to take that plunge yet. I have to think about it some more, I guess."

"I-I get it, I just thought you might like it..." Mike sounded disappointed - though Andrea recognized that it was disappointment inhimself, "Sorry, I shouldn't have gone and talked to the people at the study without asking you about it first! It was stup-"

"Mike, stop. Youknow I appreciate that you did that for me. It just means you were thinking about what was best for me - like you always do! Seriously babe, it was reall-"

Andrea cut herself off with a half-yelled vulgarity.

"Fuck! I swear they make these jerseys so damnsmall! How am I supposed to swing a bat or throw a ball when I can barely move my arms? Look, the sleeves are cutting into my biceps!"

She raised an arm and tried to twist it back and forth, displaying how much her range of motion was being hampered.

"U-Uh well..." Andrea smiled and rolled her eyes as Mike stuttered, his hand wiping at some drool that had formed in the corner of his lips, "...maybe you could cut the sleeves off? I-I could do it for you if you ...

... wanted..."

"That's a pretty good idea, babe..."

Andrea grinned at him.

"...go grab the scissors!"

Hurrying over to his desk, Mike dug through the contents of its single drawer, Andrea continuing to get ready for her game all the while. Yanking the scissors out from the mess of items they were buried under with such urgency he nearlystabbed himself with them, Mike turned around and, more carefully now, walked back to Andrea, waiting in front of her as she slid long black athletic socks over her wide feet. God, she looked sohot when she wore her sports uniform!

Hopping to her feet, Andrea turned her body so that her shoulder was facing Mike, and lifted her arm. Carefully, he began to cut along the stitching off the sleeve where it connected to the body of the jersey, making sure to not to nick any of Andrea'simmaculate brawn. She continued to grin at him as he went to work, rotating her shoulder to give him better access to what troubled her; Mike's eyes rarely left the flexing mountain of muscles next to his face, admiring how veiny andmassive they were.

The shorn sleeve fell to the floor between them.

"Oh yeah that feelsa lot better!" Andrea stretched her arm again, testing its lack of impediment, "Thanks babe - even though I'm pretty sure you just suggested it because you wanted to see myguns in all their glory when I'm out on the field!"

Mike blushed but didn't deny it, switching over to her other sleeve.

"I-I can't help it, Dre. Everything about you just ...