Laurie, Part II by Chainer spammed29@gmail.com The next day, Tuesday, I woke up refreshed. On the previous afternoon, time had slowed to a crawl in my anticipation towards the second day of fitness testing and perhaps seeing Laurie's muscles in action again; several times I realized that this was the first time that I was looking forward to school since first grade. The ease with which she had lifted herself up and then later me was amazing. Fortunately, time passed, as it always does, and I found myself in math class. No doubt it was a bore as it had been on Monday, but I didn't care. I wasn't concentrating anyways, looking at the clock and counting down the minutes until it would be gym time--Five. Three. One. The bell rang. I jumped up and must have walked at a rather fast pace to the gym, arriving only two minutes after the end of class. Here we go, I thought as I was changing. Upon ascending the stairs, I spotted Laurie standing amongst a group of other people. I heard the teacher tell us that we were going to be tested on sit-ups today, and we were off into our groups. Laurie was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, darn it--I couldn't get a glimpse of her arm, and guessed that I wouldn't be able to do so later, either, since sit-ups didn't involve arm-work. The objective was to do as many sit-ups as possible in 60 seconds, and we each had to get a partner to time and to hold our feet down to make our job easier. I approached Laurie. Arriving right at the point, I asked, "Hi! Mind if I time you?" "No; go ahead." She wouldn't have had much choice anyways, since the other two people of our group were already partners. She lay down on the floor; I grabbed her feet. "Ready?" I inquired. And, after a nod from her, "Go!" She started off at an impressive pace. I was only half-impressed, since in my fantasies after she lifted me up the other day I had unconsciously expected her to be super-strong and do somewhere near 3 sit-ups each second. That's terrible, I scolded myself. Snapping back to reality and out of my fantasies, I realized that about half of the minute was up. Surprised, I noticed that Laurie hadn't slowed down--in fact, she was going even faster than at first! I shuddered in excitement of how toned her abs must be to be able to stand so much work. The pulsing of her feet in my hand was hypnotizing--each contraction of her abs sent them pushing against my hand. Thump. Thump. Thump. She kept that pace up for the duration of the minute. When I called time, she let her upper body go limp. "Oh, God. My abs feel like jelly," she remarked in exhaustion. "Wow! That was amazing! How could you keep that up?" "Well, I shouldn't have, that's the thing..." "You must have... Your abs probably aren't like jelly at all!" I was immediately angry at myself for constantly trying to provoke her to flex. Fortunately, she ignored it and instead proceeded to stand up and, stretching, lifting her arms above her head. Then, in the middle of her stretch, her shirt lifted up and I was able to catch a glimpse of her lower abs. Although it only lasted for a moment, I thought I saw a defined line through the center as well as the bottom of a six-pack. When it was my turn to do sit-ups, I lay down, and Laurie put her hands on my feet. To test her strength, I tried to lift my feet up, but couldn't. I ended up doing about 35; I don't quite remember the exact number, but it was much less than what Laurie had done. Unlike the previous day, I was looking forward to eating, thinking that perhaps Laurie would be alone again. When I got my lunch, I looked at the rock where we had sat yesterday, and in a stroke of luck, saw her there again--alone! I approached her, sure that today conversation would be much easier than the initial break through the ice last time. “Hey, Laurie.” “Oh, hi! What did you think of gym class today?” she asked. “Hmm… it was a bit exhausting. I couldn’t keep up the sit-ups for a very long time. But you were amazing!” “Did you think so? Funny, because I was trying to not wear myself out very much since I’m planning on doing some abwork later today… along with some legs.” She patted her stomach, which was concealed under her sweatshirt. “Tell me, you don’t think it’s unattractive for a girl to be muscular?” “No! Of course not. Why should it be?” Obviously. “I don’t know. It seems like that’s the reaction I get sometimes. Either that, or people are indifferent. A while ago some girl on the track team noticed my legs and asked me to flex. I did, and after she felt them, she frowned and said they were too ‘ripped’, that was the word she used. Some others were watching, and they wanted to see my thighs too, so I flexed those.” “What did they say?” “Most of them congratulated me: ‘Nice muscle,’ and ‘Wow, neat.’ But some girls and guys were disgusted. One guy turned to me and said that girls with muscles were ugly. No one liked it in particular.” “I guess just don’t pay attention. I think muscles are attractive,” I said. “Really? I was surprised how you weren’t disgusted yesterday. That’s why, then.” “Yeah!” I seized the opportunity: “Can I see your legs? I bet I’ll like them.” “Okay.” She started rolling up the legs of her pants to her knees. Her calves were protruding in a small bulge, waiting to contract, creating a nice curve from her knees to her ankles. She stood up and walked to a rock about half the size of a car's wheel. I estimated it to weigh around sixty pounds. She bent down, and, with a grunt, hugged the rock and lifted it up. I couldn't see her biceps, which were covered by the shirt, but for once, I didn't care--I was looking at her calves. They had hardened, and although they weren't ripped, it was clear that Laurie had more muscle there than I did; even though her unflexed legs, like her arms, were only a little wider than mine. Holding the rock, she lifted her weight on her toes, then back to her feet. She did it again, this time holding herself on tiptoe for a few seconds, and only then releasing. With each pump, muscle striations appeared. Viewed from the side, her calves really did bulge, much more than when she was simply standing. She kept this up several more times, until finally holding the tiptoe position. "Wanna feel it?" she managed to ask, her voice straining from the effort. And that's exactly what I did; I wrapped my hands around her calves, but couldn't squeeze the hard muscle. My two hands barely reached around the hard muscle, which was vibrating from the effort, and when I tried to pinch it, I couldn’t even grab any skin. I tried to feel her thighs, which were hidden by her pants, but I felt the hardness. The muscles contracted into shapely curves that even I could see through the fabric. She relaxed, dropping the rock. "That was amazing!" I praised her. “I’m glad that you like it…” she said. Regardless of her seemingly reluctant act, she seemed happy to be able to flex. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. "See you tomorrow!” And with that, she ran down the hill to the building, her calves jumping with each step, since she had forgotten to roll down the legs of her pants. I couldn't wait.