Besting Boyfriend's Bench Press
By NadiaBlack



So I'm pretty much as basic as bitches get, LOL. Dirty blonde hair (maybe I
dye and maybe I don't), on the cheer squad (I live in the middle of nowhere,
not much else to do), dating the quarterback (Hmmm, does that make me an
advanced bitch?), I love pumpkin spice and thick glasses, post selfies on my
insta 5 or 6 times a day, pretty much all of it. Well I have a fat ass. Well,
it???s mostly muscle but it's a big ass. Not like "I can't buy jeans off the
rack" big but it sticks out.

Anyway, so my boyfriend is a pretty handsome guy: dark hair, blue eyes, super
fit body at all times. He's confident but not a dick, nice to me but not
condescending, DTF but not pushy about himself. Yes, we're seniors, and we do
what 18 year olds do when they have cars or parents who are out of town.

Anyway, so I was cuddling with him on the couch watching some movie he wanted
to see and he noticed I was fondling his muscles and showed off a bit for me.
This is pretty regular I decided I'd give them a few kisses and act submissive
for him, we had some fun. Then he suggests I should see hi lifting weights
some time. I smile and say sure, before waiting for him to kiss me.

So we figure out on Friday he should be able to have the gym for himself and I
mention that I'm gonna see him lift to one of my girlfriends on the cheer
squad (my grade has like a hundred people in it, we're friends with people we
do activities with LOL)

Her name's Debra and she's a thicker girl than me. I'm 5'8 (reached my full
height in like 6th grade) and sometimes felt a bit giraffe-like, but at 6 feet
even she made me reconsider my status as too tall. I mean she's not even
skinny (just a bit plump, she has the kind of booty that everyone wants) but
she wears her height well and even wears skyscraper heels sometimes.

So I'm in the locker room with her and we're putting on our clothes and I tell
her I'm gonna watch Chad lifting on Friday.

She kinda half smiles at me "well, are ya gonna act impressed?"

I was kinda dumbfounded by this, "I expect to be impressed" I get out after
laughing (Yes I get giggles all the time)

"Well" she stated, shrugging her shoulders (damn does she have a rack on her,
is hard not to get jealous sometimes)"I'm just saying sometimes girls get it
in their minds that guys are like, super strong, like any arm is gonna be more
powerful than heir entire body,and it turns out not to be true"

I rub my chin for a bi "I don't know I'm not exactly a powerlifter" I say,
flexing my arm. I mean, I definitely had some definition on it, and there was
a bump sticking up. I got a decent bit of bicep training when I do gymnastics
(which is in Fall, this was Spring)

"Right" said Debra "but you can throw me" she countered.

I mean, I could, I got some decent air with Debra when I had to, I'd
definitely gotten her over my head a few times "yeah" I laughed "But like,
every girl can get you over her head"

"Right" Debra said plainly as she closed her locker "Female athletes are way
stronger than guys"

I was certainly taken aback by that. I hadn't wrestled a guy since middle
school but I was in middle school. I won, of course, but i was like twice his
size.

"Are you sure about that?" i asked curiously, not sure if she was joking with
me.

"Yes! have you never like...oh right, you only have an older sister and a
brother a few years younger. Yeah, makes sense you wouldn't have figured it
out. "

I have to think for a few seconds after that, Debra has a weird sense of humor
sometimes but I was certainly seeing none of that.

I flexed again "I think Chad's muscles are a lot bigger than mine" I asserted

"Right she says as she looks at my arms, licking her lips a bit "But boy
muscles are super inefficient. Testosterone makes them bloat up...which you
seem to like looking at and touching, slut" she slapped my butt and I slapped
hers back, we both laughed.

"Hmm, that just doesn't sound right" I told her. I mean, no way girls were
stronger...right? Chad never had trouble picking me up or opening jars.
although I don't guess I ever really did either.

"Could you carry me up a flight of stairs?" Debra asked

"Bitch, I could run you up a flight of stairs" I got up in her face to say it,
she laughed at my comment

"Well all of my boyfriends have had to give up halfway through. I'm telling
you, girls are way stronger than you think so your either gonna put o an act
or your gonna show off some girl power"

Debra certainly got my noggin joggin over the next day or two, but I was still
gonna watch my man lift. I mean, I was actually pretty enthused about it,
maybe a *tad* more than he was. I wanted to show support for him, is that a
crime for a girlfriend to do I don't think it is!

So the day comes and I dress to the nines for it. I wore my hair down, with
bands and it unevenly long in the back I had red thick-rimmed glasses (I don't
actually have an astigmatism but don't tell anyone), enough make-up that boys
would wonder if I was wearing any when they looked at me, a big white sundress
that showed off most of my arms (School banned spaghetti straps) and most of
my boobs (39 DD, they bounce when I dance) and thighs (again, within limits)
as well as a pair of white knee-socks and red 6" heels.

I love wearing heels, but you'd think the teachers were my mom with how much
they tell me their bad for me! I look good in them and my spine's doing fine,
so whatever. Chad...well, he's embarrassed that I'm as tall as his 6'2 when he
wears them. He tries to pretend he's not but he admitted it one time when he
was drunk (IDK if he remembers saying that or not). But I like being able to
look him in the eye and lock lips without reaching up and jerking his head
down to my level.

Also I look good in them. like really good. and being taller than Debra is
nice too.

Anyway, so I'm cuddling on him between classes and whispering in his ear (may
have nibbled it right there in the hall once or twice) and stuff and generally
trying to get him excited about it all day and he's reacting well. He seems
excited to show off for me.

He certainly dressed for it, he had on a tight white T-shirt (highest fashion
typically see here, but it showed off what I liked) and a pair of loose gym
shorts with tights under them. I followed him to the weight-lifting room he'd
reserved and walked up and kissed him.

He always gets flustered when I kiss him, maybe he's not used to the idea of a
girl wanting to kiss a boy? IDK, but he got a bit red in the face which made
me get red in the face which made him laugh which made me laugh...and I had to
push him in to get him started.

Also I made him take off his gym shorts. the tights looked solid on him. We
may have grabbed each others' butts then and there, I may have grabbed a bit
more than him.

So anyway, he wants to start with the bench press. he gets under the bar and I
stand behind him, my grin was at the right angle so that if I leaned forward
he could see up my skirt, but I tried not to distract him that much. I patted
his shoulders and asked if he needed a spotter, he jokingly said I could spot
for him.

Which was a bit condescending of him, but I let it pass. I walked over to the
weights and asked how much he wants to bench.

"I usually start with 275" he said as he walked to the right side and grabbed
some weights.

"Oh, right...and 45 pound bar?" I asked...I hadn't done much weight training
before that day.

"yeah, so that means..." he started counting on his fingers

"115 on each side" I taunted. i'm a lot better at math then he is, not that
he'll admit it.

"yeah" he says, before I confirmed it was 2 45s and a 25. I swung them off of
the racks and like...they weren't that heavy? I certainly had my side of the
bar full in half the time it took him to get his full.

He seems a bit confused by that but it was no big deal. I spotted him and
well...his muscles were all activated. Like, he wasn't grunting like his life
depended on it or anything but his muscles were definitely activated. his
little muscle titties (he hates when I call them that but it's true!) were
bouncing and his arm muscles were like, separating and getting all veiny.

He's kinda sweaty when he gets out from his first set but I kinda like sweat
so I jump into him and kiss him on the cheek. it left one of those cartoony
marks on him...maybe I worse more than I intended to.

"Great job, sweetheart" I say, thinking about what Debra said. I was certainly
wondering it myself "can I try?"

He was confused by that question, kinda scratched his head a bit. "well" he
started "I don't want you hurting yourself..."

I realized he'd try to stop me by extending the conversation ad infinitum, so
i sorta jumped onto the bench and got under the bar "come on, I get to look at
you grunt and smell you sweat. it's only fair I return the favor"

"right" he said as he looked down at me, apparently interested in what gravity
was doing to my chest. "But maybe you should start lower"

"You can spot for me, sweetheart" i say in a polite voice, before grabbing the
bar "Like this?"

"No...thumbs should be *here* and *here*'. he obviously thought I was destined
to hurt myself and was trying his best to mitigate that. I rolled my eyes and
did as he said.

He put his hands under the bar "Now I'll spot for you" he said as I unracked
the bar and let it hit my chest. Well, it didn't get grease on my nice dress
so that was a plus. I could tell he was straining to support some weight as he
"spotted" me.

I get out and he grabs me "wow, that was amazing! I never knew you were that
strong!"

I...well...technically that was really sweet of him to do. "Thanks, Chad. I
may just sit here and rest a bit...could you go grab my purse? I think I left
it outside"

My purse was like 4 feet away from him but he walked to the end of the weight
room anyway, at which point I whistled at him.

"Actually it's right here" I say as I look at him "and its sweet your
concerned for my safety!" I say before pushing the bar up. he starts sprinting
for me and I pop out five perfect reps with 375...and oh man did it feel great
on my arms! I mean, it really wasn't hard compared to what I do in gymnastics
or cheer, I'd honestly think of that kind of thing as a light warm-up.

So when Chad walks too me he's getting really confused and I can see him
getting hard in those tights of his and I move my hips like a Hooters waitress
as I walk back to him and place my arms on his shoulders "Stronger than you
think, huh?"

He's SUUUPER embarrassed by this but in sort of a cute way so I just kissed
him on the cheek and gave him a spank "Well, can you do any more than that
stud?"

Like, I don't usually even act like that but it was pretty satisfying to beat
him at something physical, especially given his reaction. He puts fifty more
pounds on each side and looks at me again.

"Can you do 325?" I ask, genuinely impressed at this point

"Yeah, my max is higher than that" he said as he got under it. I spotted him.
he struggled through 1 and looked super cute doing it, he pushed through 2 and
was getting kinda ugly, on three he looked super hurt, and he managed to lower
it down at a controlled speed but after that it just sorta got stuck on his
chest.

So I reach down and do what I'm supposed to do and jerk it up. I may have put
a bit too much power in...I jerked the bar a bit above my chest and dragged
him with it, his head collided with my groin and he definitely got a whiff
of..me.

I giggled about that as I pulled the bar back and re-racked it, before pulling
him out and standing him up, hugging him tightly That was super sexy, Chad" I
said as I rubbed my hands up his exhausted muscles and kissed him on the neck
"But I think it's kinda dangerous for a boy to try and lift that heavy.

OK, so I was having fun with myself is that a crime?

He got kind of offended and I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed a bit
and told him that he needs to accept girls are stronger. I definitely don't
normally act like that, lol

He wriggled a bit and I let him go, before I grabbed his chin

"How long did it take you to do 275?"

"I've uhhh...been benching for around 5 years" he said, unable to meet my
eyes. I flexed for him, before jiggling my chest "First try, stud. Now, what
do you wanna bet that I can't lift that for five reps, mr quarterback?"

He talked money so I had to put a finger over his mouth "Undies"

"What?"

"Undies if I can bench that I get to decide your underwear...or lack thereof
every day for the next month. If I can't, you can choose mine. Lets say winner
can get loser to spend...$60 on new pairs if she so feels?"

He was confused but enticed. he extended his hand and we shook on it.

I had him stand six feet away this time. I told him if he came and helped
before I specifically asked he automatically lost the bet.

I...well I considered pretending to struggle to not crush his ego but I really
didn't want him to worry about me. He seemed kind of excited the first pump,
impressed on the second...and sort of humiliated on the third. but his dick
was pretty clearly hard in his tight lil gym pants? he reached down to hide it
and I ordered him to hold them behind his back. Lil guy obeyed. I looked up
and smiled as I did four...he was SOOOO fucking humiliated but damn he was
aroused.I wanted to see where I could take this

"You know, sweetheart, this really isn't even hard" I said as I shot out a
fifth rep before walking u to him. I sorta stomped my heels "Wow, your so
weak, you really ought to be scared of girls" I said as I placed a hand on his
shoulder

"Wh-what?" he kinda stuttered.

I leaned into him "Well, your a pretty boy. If a girl wanted you and she saw
you, well, you'd be her victim I say, rubbing my hand close to his boner but
not on it. he looked confused

"No" he said, before I placed my hands on his shoulders

"Stop me from kissing you. Do it, sweetie, and you win the bet. if you
can't...well, then we'll know all that lifting got you cute, but your not
tough by girl standards"

He placed his hands on my shoulders and we wrestled a bit and it put a nice
strain in my arms and I smacked my lips on his a few times before grabbing him
and really going to town...Dear god was that hot.

he was kinda muffling into my mouth but I was too busy holding him down and
shoving my tongue inside of him, penetrating him as far as I could, touching
places that may no have been touched before. I slid myself off of him before
pinching his nipples. he was kind of mad.

I may have gone a bit too far with claiming his body, but he is MY boyfriend.
he tried to buck me off and I just sort of made moaning sounds at him, before
placing a finger in his mouth.

"tell you what...double or nothing?"

he was intrigued. i removed the finger "Let's put another fifty on the rack.
This item we're betting...a spanking right here and now. Oh, and winner gets
to try anal on the loser tonight!"

I's spoken of pegging him before. he wasn't into the idea. I was pretty
friggin confident I could make him cum buckets but he'd always come up with
some reason to deny me. So I'd decided if his ass was off limits, so was mine
and there was no sodomy to be found in our relationship.

So he agrees to this, confident I couldn't do it. We place another 25 on each
end and it looked all funny because it was mostly lighter weights but I got
under it and grunted.

1...he seemed worried.

2...he started sweating. Like, for real, sweating. I think he was worried
about more than just a pegging TBH

3...I got kind of mean and pretended to struggle, he approached and then I
shot it up "Just kidding!" I say, and he seemed heartbroken.

4...well, I was getting kind of tired at that point but still going strong.

he was looking at me and I was looking at him as I lowered the bar not my
chest again. I stopped for a second, he took a step toward me and I screamed
as I lifted one hundred pounds more than him for a full set. it clanged loudly
as I racked it and I immediately walked to him and grabbed his head.

"Smell me" i said as I raised an armpit and forced his head into it, giggling
softly as his screams tickled me "Lick up the sweat!" I ordered...he kinda
tried. I considered doing it with the other but decided I had to get him
docile first. So I picked him up, getting back on the bench as I put him over
my knee.

I started spanking him through his tights and HNNNNGGG did his ass bounce from
my swats. he squealed and I made him say girls were stronger. I peeled those
off and he had boxer briefs on underneath "No way your wearing these for the
next thirty days" I told him.

He squealed some more as I started going to town on his ass again, before
finally peeling those off and smacking his nice, pink rump.

I reached down and grabbed his hair and saw he was pretty freaking upset and
realized I was kinda mean. So I sat him in my lap and placed his head against
my chest (He likes my boobs, maybe I'll make him scared of them one day
though. could be kinda funny) and rubbed his head and told him I still loved
him and respected him and all that gay shit. Which is true, I do love my BF I
just know I'm the dominant one.

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