Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02

... turns me on so much!"

"I know baby, and that turns meon!"

In short order her jersey was sleeve-free.

"You did a good job," she complimented him, pushing herself up against his shorter form, "and as a reward, you can touch my arms as much as you want!"

Andrea held her arms out to him, Mike's eyes widening at the boon he'd been gifted. Fingers trembling from unrestrainedarousal, he clutched one of his girlfriend's biceps with both hands, groping her incredible mass of veiny she-beef; smiling at him, Andrea flexed her bicep, forcing the orb of tightly-packed strength to bounce against Mike's palms. Mike couldn't help but moan, a small distension in the front of his jeans appearing. He continued to feel up her arm before she made him switch, spinning her body around so she was staring at the mirror.

While Mike got his fill of her venous, bronzed limbs, Andrea occupied herself with a deserved bout of self-admiration. Through her jersey she could see the definition of her six-pack, the now-sleeveless top conforming to her every muscle; she looked less like a girl about to play softball and more like a Major League athlete heading out to 'wow' a crowd of thousands! Andrea flexed her abs and pecs like she was her currently-worshiped bicep, watching as the material of her shirtgroaned around their expansion.

"Look baby," she drew his attention to her torso, Mike's jaw-dropping at the powerful image of the tightness of her jersey, "it's like I'm not wearing anything ...

... at all! I think I should start wearing clothes this smallall the time. What do you think, Mike?"

"T-That would be amazing! You're so incredible, Dre!"

She never got tired of hearing his compliments.

"Mmm, that's right. Now, are you ready to watch your stud-of-a-girlfriend dominate the other team tonight?"

"A-Always!" Mike nodded, his features lit up like a kid going to, well, aball game, "You're gonna do so well, Dre!"

"I always do, babe!"

Andrea swaggered towards the door, pausing only to look back at Mike again.

"Can you grab my bag for me?"

...

Andrea's teamobliterated the opposition mostly thanks to her own incredible performance.

Her and Mike were walking back to their dorm, her cleatsclacking against the tile floor, a towel slung over her shoulder. Arms wrapped around her gym bag, Mike inflated her ego with a stream of praises that never stopped, reminding his girlfriend of how well she performed during the game and that she easily stood out as the best player onboth teams; four home-runs and four outs were the moments that made Andrea shine under the field lights, and they were many other plays thats successes she was a crucial component in. To put it simply, because of her, the opposing team wascrushed!

Chest sticking out proudly and her chin held high, Andrea was in afantastic mood, her spirit high and her libidoraging; nothing got her hornier than besting others in athletic skill and physical prowess! She couldn't wait to get back to ...