Emily: Muscle Girl Tales III

Simon glanced over at Emily again. He wasn‘t exactly checking her out. He was more just… curious. She looked buff. Like she had put on some muscle. She was wearing a white t-shirt, and the sleeves were tight around her biceps. She reached forward to grab the can of soda off the table in front of her, and the muscles through her forearms flexed as she did. He glanced again - the shirt was low-cut, and he could see the line of pecs running down her chest. Simon looked away quickly, in case it seemed like he was staring at her chest. Just then Emily looked across and met his eyes. Simon could feel himself turning red. Caught out. ‘What are you looking at?‘ she asked. ‘Nothing‘ said Simon, unconvincingly. Emily raised her eyebrows at this. ‘Why were you staring? Trying to see if you could beat me in an arm wrestle?‘ she winked as she said it. Simon could feel all the eyes in the room on him now. They knew what that was, and so did he. That was a challenge. He looked at Emily‘s arms, sizing them up. They were much bigger than his. There was no way he was going to win this, he knew. ‘I reckon I could beat you in an arm wrestle‘ he said out loud, and around them whoops erupted from the rest of the guys. Simon didn‘t know why he‘d said that. He was going to be humiliated, and everyone was going to see it. Simon‘s old friend Emily has stacked on some serious muscle, and he can‘t take his eyes off it. Simon never thought he was into Emily, or into muscular women, but… something about her now has captured his attention. He can‘t help himself - now he has felt her strength firsthand, he can‘t get it out of his head, and he wants more…