Author's note: All characters are 18 when they participate in sexual activities. The main character starts off as a 17 year old, but is 18 when anything sexual happens with/to her.
Thanks go to Todger65 and robertreams for their editing assistance.
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Chapter 1
"Ugh!" Rachael exclaimed as she fell to the floor. She had collided with something, something massive and hard. The 17 year-old high school senior propped herself on her hands and looked upward - slightly dazed. She had been exiting the restroom heading back to the gym when she rounded a corner of the hallway and ran into this large object. Except it wasn't an object. She rubbed her eyes shaking out the grogginess.
"Oh my! I am so sorry!" Ronnie cried, extending his huge hand. "Are you ok?!? I'm so sorry. I should've watched where I was going!"
"Uh, it's ok, I'm fine." Rachael smiled weakly at the hulking wall of African-American muscle she had run into.
"Here let me help you up. Again, I'm sorry, I'm new here. I guess I need to remember people may zip around this corner and I need to pause a moment to make sure there's no traffic," Ronnie chuckled as Rachael placed her tiny hand in his huge one. He easily pulled her petite 4'11" frame to a standing position, checking out her body on the way.
"There. You sure you're ok?" He asked, a concerned look on his face.
Rachael simply blushed looking at the floor, nodding. She felt tiny in Ronnie's 6'6" shadow.
Ronnie chuckled, again, holding his hand out to the girl. "I'm Ronnie by the way. What's your name?"
Rachael looked briefly up into his dark eyes and warm smiling face. "Rachael," she said, just above a whisper, quickly shaking his hand.
"Well it's nice to meet you, Rachael. I promise to watch where I'm going next time."
Rachael smiled awkwardly and nodded again, like a bobble head doll.
"Ok well, I gotta go, maybe I'll see you around. Have a great rest of day, Rachael!" Ronnie smiled, bowing slightly, walking off toward the front desk to finish filling out the required paperwork for joining the gym. Rachael headed toward the double door entrance of the fitness center; she turned back to look at Ronnie. He was huge, tall and thick. She had never seen a human so large, so muscular. She watched him laugh with the front desk girl as he signed various forms for his membership. She observed his huge calves, his arms that were bigger than her whole body, his smooth, shiny shaved head atop his thick, muscular, neck.
"Gosh, he must be a body builder. He could be a like black Incredible Hulk or something." She chuckled to herself, watching him. She stood for a few seconds admiring his gigantic frame from a distance. Suddenly he looked at her with a friendly smile and wave. Immediately blushing, she returned a quick wave, then bolted into the fitness center. She rushed to the other side of the room, where the leg press machine was, trying to get over the embarrassment of having been caught staring.
Rachael sighed and checked her phone. It was 12:41 pm on September 8th. She had told her mom she'd be home by 2pm. She had plenty of time to work out.
Rachael chose some music to enhance her workout. Today she was focusing on her legs. She had been coming to this gym since June, shortly after finishing 11th grade. While she didn't carry an ounce of fat, she was not toned. For her senior year she had decided she wanted to make a change. She was tired of being picked on by taller, more popular girls, of having only one or two friends, of being shy and introverted. She was tired of being lonely. She had made a choice to exercise, to get in better shape. She sought to boost her confidence. The three months she had been coming to this gym four or five days a week had paid off. While still petite, she could see muscle definition in her arms, shoulders, legs, butt, and abdomen. She had pushed herself harder and harder each visit, sleeping incredibly soundly. She changed her diet to include far more protein and fiber; protein bars and shakes became a regular part of her diet, as did chicken, lots of chicken.
Rachael's mother, Nikki, was somewhat of a fitness guru, but had never done serious strength training like Rachael. Her mother had a great body for a 46 year old, but it wasn't as toned as Rachael's had become. They had the same diet routines, which made things easier for Rachael.
Rachael would often flex her biceps in her bathroom mirror. While small, they were quite impressive, considering she had had virtually no tone or muscle mass a few months prior. She would smirk as she thought maybe one day she'd have a boyfriend far more attractive than the men her mother hung out with. She imagined herself coming home from college in a couple years on the arm of some big hunky guy, making her mother jealous.
On September 8th, after about three months of attending this gym, someone finally spoke to Rachael other than a polite nod of the head in passing. She had always kept to herself, not interacting with anyone, wondering if she would ever change. Perhaps exercising wouldn't change her personality, perhaps nothing would. She resigned herself to the belief that she was wired to be shy and would always have trouble meeting new people or going out on dates.
Rachael used the various leg machines at the gym, thinking of her situation. She had often asked herself why she had never been on a date, had never had a boyfriend, and had never kissed anyone. She stared into the mirrored wall. She liked her dyed blonde hair. Her huge blue eyes were pretty. Perhaps it was her slightly long nose. Was it too long? Or maybe her mouth was too small. She looked at her bottom lip; was it fuller than the top? Rachael shook her head and shrugged. "Maybe my personality sucks," she thought to herself.
Rachael moved to another machine and thought about Ronnie again. "He seemed nice. He's probably that polite to everyone though;" she pushed thoughts of him from her head. She finished her workout and went home.
Chapter 2
The next few days were hot and humid. Rachael sat in class, half paying attention. Her mind would wander. She'd think what college she wanted to attend; preferably one in a much colder state than South Carolina. She was sick of the humid Charleston air. Sometimes her thoughts would turn to Ronnie, mainly to how huge he was; the image in her mind from her point of view on the floor after their collision. However, by Friday, she hardly thought about him at all; she'd probably never see him again.
Occasionally, Rachael would daydream in class about a woman from the gym. They were both there during the evenings on weekdays. She thought her name was Valerie, but wasn't 100% sure. She admired her. She stood a foot taller than Rachael and was very muscular, in her mid-30s with very long blonde hair. She usually wore a sports bra and small shorts that displayed her six pack abs and thick muscular thighs. She had huge breasts Rachael suspected were fake.
Rachael wanted to be like Valerie. She would never be as tall as that Amazon, but perhaps one day she could have a body like hers.
"Maybe one day I'll look as good as her," Rachael thought to herself as the final bell ran on Friday afternoon. Another weekend of doing nothing, hanging out with no one, lay before her. She figured she'd do her homework and watch movies that evening, as Friday was a day off at the gym.
Rachael slept late the next morning. She made small talk with her mother as she sat at the kitchen table eating eggs. The phone rang. Her mom answered, immediately forgetting that she had been talking to, or at, Rachael. It was Rachael's brother calling to say hello. She ate her eggs, watching her mom laugh, exuding a bright, happy, aura as she spoke to her son. Rachael wondered if her older brother ever asked about her, or if anyone did. She pushed negative thoughts aside and finished her eggs. She grabbed her gym bag and headed out the door. Saturday was a long day. There was jogging around the mile track, followed by a full body workout indoors. She loved it as it gave her a reason to be out of the house and she truly felt better at the end of a long, exhausting exercise session.
Rachael finished her run, making her way inside the facility, she saw Ronnie exiting. He saw her and she noticed the huge smile on his face. "Hi Rachael!" he beamed.
She smiled back and nodded, giving a quiet "hi" in return.
"I'm not going to run into you today, I promise!"
"Oh, heh, yeah..." Rachael trailed off. Ronnie looked down at her and smiled.
"You remember me right? The big clumsy guy?"
"Yeah, I remember you from last weekend."
"Ok good! Didn't want you to think some creepy guy was talking to you like he thought he knew you or something. I couldn't forget you! You are the nice young lady I knocked down," Ronnie explained.
Rachael nodded and chuckled.
"Anyway, I gotta run, I'm done here, but it was nice seeing you again."
"Mmhmm," Rachael replied with a soft smile, nervously glancing up at Ronnie's face.
"See you later!"
"Bye," she said, turning to wave. "I can't believe he remembered my name!" She thought to herself. She checked her phone, it was 2pm. So she figured next Saturday she would get an earlier start and may be able to chat a little longer with him. She also remembered that the previous Sunday she ran into him at around 12:40. She would also arrive earlier on Sunday to increase her chances of the two of them talking. She thought this was crazy, but didn't care. She entered the gym just as Valerie was leaving. Rachael turned around, watching her leave, noticing her meaty, muscular butt flex as she walked.
Rachael's plan worked perfectly the next morning. She got to the gym around 11am. Ronnie had just arrived as was chatting and laughing with the girl that works the front desk. "Hello again!" He said as he saw Rachael enter the building.
Rachael smiled a more confident smile, happy that her prediction of running into him came true. "Hi."
