There exist few sounds as aggressive as the sound of weights clanging together, the harsh echo of metal striking metal. It is a barbaric sound that warns the faint of heart to stay away while beckoning true warriors to its call. That clanking metal was like a beautiful siren's song to Alyssa. The first time she heard the beautiful racket she was a teen, just growing into her body. Alyssa was a competitive girl from birth, competing in a variety of sports she hated to lose. This hatred of losing drove her to search for every small advantage she could gain over the other girls. This search for an advantage led her to realize if she wanted to keep winning, she needed to be stronger and faster. Faster was easy, she could run sprints all day, however strength that was harder to come by. She was after all just an eighteen-year-old girl. At the suggestion of her then-boyfriend, she sought out the weight room. Her and the weights, it was love at first sight. Alyssa found herself spending hour after hour, day after day in the weight room. As her career in her other sports ended, the weights were there they always were. Good days, bad days, even so so days Alyssa ran back to the weights.
Due to her weight training Alyssa had experienced many pros, she became strong, confident, and developed sexy muscles to compliment her curves. The one downside, however, was her relationship had a strain put on it. Her addiction to weight lifting may have given her a warrior's body, however, her boyfriend did not like that. An inactive guy himself he chose to drink constantly and soon felt insecure when he compared himself to his girlfriend's body. This insecurity is what could cause him to lose in the end.
It was late on a Friday night, and Alyssa found herself getting ready to go out. Unlike normal college girls she wasn't getting ready to go to the club, instead, she was prepping for her workout. Donning a purple pair of shorts, a pink top sweatshirt, and her pink shoes she walked out of her room and into the living room she shared with her boyfriend. Sitting there at his desk ted found himself surrounded by bags of Cheetos and Mountain Dew bottles. "By babe," Alyssa said trying to hide her disgust at the sight of her boyfriend. In high school, ted was a motivated student who kept in pretty good shape, however, college had turned him into a slouch that regularly dined on junk food. His body turned from a thin slightly muscular dream into a greasy mess complete with a beer gut.
Ted simply grunted a goodbye as he watched Alyssa's firm ass walk out the door. With her bag in her hand, she walked the short walk to the campus fitness center. This was Alyssa's home away from home a spacious environment that housed many squat racks, benches, and various machines. It was damn near empty considering it was the weekend and most people were off partying, it was like Alyssa was left alone in a theme park. Alyssa put her stuff into a locker and closed it tight, making sure to hear the lock activate. Walking out onto the spacious floor she saw she was not alone. On a bench was a black man who was lifting quite the amount of weight like it was nothing. Alyssa smiled, she knew exactly who that was.
Not many young men would give up a perfect Friday night to work out, but Solomon wasn't like many young men. A scholarship football player on the offensive line, Solomon took great joy in training. He loved pushing his body to its limit and it showed. He towered over most of the general population, while also tipping the scales. Last time he checked he was about 6'5" and 300lbs, most of it muscle. Years of working out had given him thick meaty arms that pulsed angrily if he flexed. He would often wear a sleeveless hoodie not out of vanity but because most sweatshirts didn't fit him properly, tonight was no different as he wore a navy blue one with the school's mascot on it. Not one to neglect his lower half his legs were thick and led to his cute butt in Alyssa's opinion. Solomon was a bigger guy, and built solid...the type of guy Alyssa found herself thinking about many lonely nights.
Racking the weights and rising up Solomon was greeted by quite the sight. Alyssa had conveniently picked the squat rack right in his line of sight. Making sure he had a nice view she proceeded to squat up and down moving a good amount of weight the whole time. As she drove the bar back to its resting spot, she heard Solomon's distinct voice. "Not bad Lyss," he said complimenting her.
Alyssa turned and felt her heart skip a beat. She found herself looking at his thick bearded face drenched in sweat, the entire time he looked back at her his brown eyes showing sinful thoughts."Hmm was my technique not bad, or my ass?" Alyssa quipped. She wanted to tease the big guy who she had come to know as a friend.
Solomon wasn't one to shy away from a good time flirting, "I meant your technique, but your ass ain't bad for a white girl," he told her. Alyssa chuckled at his words. Solomon was a playful guy and she was a playful girl, their banter made her Friday night workout way more enjoyable.
Alyssa stepped close to him and bent close to his face. "I'll have you know this ass is going to win me some bikini competitions," she stated while giving her ass a playful smack. Solomon let his pearly white teeth show as he saw her actions.
"Oh, so you do competitions now?" Solomon inquired while calling her bluff.
Alyssa would not be deterred as she answered his question, "Yeah just entered my first one, that's why I'm here training so much. If you're lucky I'll show you my poses." She winked at him then turned and went back to her workout. Solomon grinned as he watched her load another 50lbs onto the bar. Alyssa was an attractive girl no doubt about it. She had long flowing chestnut brown hair that was silky smooth. She was nicely tanned, an obvious effect of how much time she spent in the sun. She had obviously spent a lot of time lifting, paying a lot of attention to each muscle group. Her long legs were perfectly toned and her ass was thick, just the way Solomon liked it. Her upper body sported strong arms that were bigger than most guys'. His only critique was that her tits were on the small side but even then he could tell that they were shaped nicely and could fit in the palm of his giant hands.
Solomon laid back down on the bench, even though he enjoyed the conversation he had a workout to finish. For the next hour, the two of them traded looks and teases trying to get the other's attention. At any given moment Alyssa would bend over or poke her chest out giving Solomon a view of her body, while Solomon made sure to flex constantly and get bicep curls done. Towards the end of the workout, Alyssa knew she wanted to get close to Solomon. In a daring move, she tapped the giant on his shoulder as he finished his curls. "Hey big guy, want to help stretch me out? I usually do a nice stretch to avoid injury," she said.
She didn't need to give a reason considering Solomon almost yelled back, "Yes." realizing he seemed a little too excited he regained his cool, Alyssa could not help but to laugh at him. Even though Solomon looked like a scary guy, he was still a college guy with college guy hormones. Regaining his composure he put on a smile and led her to an open area of the weight room. For the next ten minutes, the pair helped each other stretch. Solomon took his time feeling up her legs gliding his hands over the firm muscle. Alyssa for her part took every opportunity to get close to him, rubbing her firm body against his hardened one. Solomon felt his dick slowly rise. Alyssa was sexy and being this close to her started to rile him up. One way or another he was going to have her.
"Alyssa," Solomon said his mind working on the best way to get the girl to his bed. Alyssa looked up at him from her spot on the ground. The pose they were currently in was suggestive, both of her legs were up in the air laying against his chest while he pushed forward. Alyssa was currently wishing she was being stretched out in a different way. She looked up hearing her name called by the bigger man. Seeing he had her attention he continued, "How about we go get something to eat, the diner's still open." Alyssa smiled at the invitation, she wasn't going to pass up the chance to hang with someone she liked.
Bringing her legs down, she sat up onto her knees. "Sure, just let me shower," she said. Solomon nodded considering he needed to shower too. The two parted ways for 30 minutes to shower and get ready. While in their own lockerrooms it was a mad scramble for the two to get as ready as possible. Solomon made sure to shower and brush his teeth, even going as far as to throw on a decent cologne he kept in his bag. Leaving the showers in a long sleeve shirt and black shorts, sat for a bit waiting for his fellow workout warrior. Alyssa arrived out of the lockerroom looking her best. She had thrown on a pink long sleeve that accentuated her arms and wore a tight pair of purple running shorts that were stretched tightly over her ass showing the curve and definition. Alyssa had even gone the extra mile and put on makeup, a small amount just so she could look her best.