Gamma pt. 52

Darkness overshadowed the newly renamed, Harrison junkyard. Jess and Dean walked into the place hoping that Al would not make them wait long. Jess was wearing an old wife beater and some grey sweat pants that hung loose on her tight body. Their wish was granted as Al Harrison stepped up to the young lovers in his usual white t-shirt and old blue jeans. He was an older gentleman who appeared to be in his mid to late 50‘s. Very distinguished. He kept his grey hair and beard well groomed. “How are you doing, ladies?” He asked in his soft gentle tone.

Jess: Doing pretty good. Ready to pump some steel.

Al: Good news for you. I just got some old Cadillac cars in today.

Jess: Excellent.

Al, Jess and Dean all headed toward the fresh shipment of cars while Jess and Dean whispered to each other. “Let’s hurry up and get this over with.” Dean said. “Will you lighten up. We’ve known Al for three months and he’s taken pretty good care of us.”

Dean: Yeah I guess. Just something about him creeps me out. I think there is more to him than he is letting on.

Jess: Our whole situation is more than we let on.

Dean: I just don’t trust him. I…

Al: You know ladies, I’m old not deaf.

The girls quieted up mostly from embarrassment as they reached the row of about five old clunker Cadillac cars. Most came from the forties and fifties, with a 1962 four door hard top being the most recent. “I would ask that you take it easy on the ‘62 Jessica. I want to refurbish that one.

Jess: Why that one?

Al: It has sentimental value to me.

Dean: That one in particular?

Al: No just the make and model. I’ll tell you about it someday.

Dean: Yeah right.

Jess headed over to the cars and prepared for her workout.

Al: Nadine, why don’t you trust me?

Dean: I just think you have something to hide.

Al: We all have something to hide, now don’t we Nadine.

Dean: What’s that supposed to mean?

Al: Oh I think you know, butch cut.

Dean: How did you know?

Al: The real question is, Why am I not telling Jessica. And the answer is that she isn’t ready. Not yet. That’s what we’re here for, right Nadine?

Dean: Yes…I hate the name Nadine

Dean went sulking back to a chair set next to a shack to watch Jess begin her workout. Jess walked up to a 45 Cadillac, leaned down, and slowly began lifting the car with a moderate amount of effort. Standing straight with her feet parted just under her shoulders, She began executing perfect curls. “1...2...” with each rep, Jess bicep began to rise a little bit more until she completed her 3 sets. After setting the car down, Jess flexed her bi’s and felt the hard pump, expanding an extra 3 or 4 inches easily.

Moving to the back of the car, Jess lifted it a bit easier this time, placing it over her head and began pressing it, working her triceps. Dean watched excitedly as her tri’s began to bulge and gain even more definition. Finishing a couple of sets, Jess placed the Cadillac gently onto another and then she knelt down and placed as much of her arms under the two stacked cars and lifted them onto a third as gently as possible.

A loud shriek of metal could be heard from the old stock yard. “Sorry, Al.” Jess said a bit embarrassed. “I hope you don’t treat me like this when I get their age” Al replied with a grin. Dean mumbled, “Unless we go back in time that’s pretty much impossible”. Al chose to ignore Dean’s comment as he watched Jess form while she began bench pressing the three stacked cars for reps. Beginning with ten she counted out slowly. Her second set consisted of 8 reps while her final set brought her chest and arms 6 more reps.

Jess emerged from under the cars and changed woman. Her biceps and triceps had ballooned to 19 inches unflexed, while her Pecs and traps had gone through similar expansion. Jess then walked over to an old tow truck and got completely under it. Using the full extent of her flexibility, Jess placed her feet directly under the axle, Jess began doing leg presses. With each rep, her thighs and calves ballooned out, filling her sweatpants to their limit. After ten she set the truck down and walked towards Al and Dean, giving her pecks a casual flex. “Damn baby…where’d those titties come from.” Dean said playfully. Jess walked over to Dean, her shirt filled to capacity. “You only need to be concerned with where they are going.” Jess said with a devilish grin.

Al: Well isn’t that precious.

Jess: Don’t hate.

Al: What are you girls going to do when you get home.

Dean: I’m going to fuck her brains out.

Jess: Dean!

Dean: Well it’s true.

Al stared directly into Dean’s face, “No need to come down on Dean. I actually like a bit of honesty from time to time. See you on Friday.” Al walked back into his little shack and began to fix himself a little dinner while Jess and Dean headed back to Jess’ car. “I wonder what he meant by that.”

Dean: Meant by what?

Jess: ‘I actually like a bit of honesty from time to time’

Dean: Who knows. He’s some old guy who runs a junkyard. I’m half tempted to call him, ‘Mr. Sanford’ sometimes.

Jess: He’s not that old. And most of time there is a sliver of truth to what he says.

Dean: The truth is…you are one fine looking bitch.

Jess blushed a bit and casually flexed her Pecs which now resembled very large hard breasts and winked at Dean. Her tube top barely able to contain the massive mounds of flesh. “C’mon. lets get home.” Dean happily obliged. “Hell yeah. After all, I have a work out of my own to do”

After the short ride, Jess and Dean burst through the front door, Dean held aloft easily in Jess arms. Their passionate kisses and moans were the only sound in the house. They had made it as far as the couch where Jess had laid Dean down without breaking their passionate embrace. Dean caressed Jess’ powerful Biceps and Pecs. “Mmmmmmm” Dean moaned as Jess began to flick her hardening nipples over her shirt and bra. Dean casually lifted Jess tube top revealing her bulging 6 pack abs and ran her fingers over them. Jess began lowering her kisses from Dean’s lips down to her neck as she lifted Deans shirt over her head and revealed her bra. Kissing further down she pulled Dean’s bra cups down and began to lick her nipples without removing it.

“aaaahhhh” Dean whispered as Jess continued further down Dean’s belly as she pulled down her pants allowing her bare ass to feel the soft texture of the sofa, turning Dean on that much more. Small pecks and licks led Jess down to Dean’s pussy which was calling to her. Her tongue found Dean’s clit easily and began attacking it ferociously. Dean cried out in pleasure. “Oh god….babe…let me feel your muscles…” Dean moaned. Without missing a lick of Dean’s clit, Jess balanced herself on the sofa in a handstand, rotated her body and laid her muscled form on top of Dean. “That was fucking hot!” Dean said between labored breath. Dean started with Jess’ apple shaped ass. Feeling their hardness while running one hand up Jess’ hard, toned back and the other around her tree trunk legs and Diamond shaped calves. Dean carefully removed Jess’ sweatpants revealing her fire engine red thong. After discarding the pants, Dean casually moved the micro-thin panties and began to envelop her clit with her tongue and mouth. “Mmmmmmm” Jess manage to utter as the girls pleasured each other as only they could. Dean experienced climax after climax as she tried feverishly to get Jess off. Finally, with a quivering body, Jess collapsed as she came hard, her juices running down her leg onto Dean’s face. As she did so, her body began to shrink. Her arms, pecks, thighs and calves diminished as she stood up and sat down on the floor next to Dean’s face as she was wiping it down with her shirt.

Dean: Damn, baby.

Jess: What?

Dean: I thought I was going to drown.

Jess: You know I cum more when I’m bigger.

Dean: Yeah, I just never had to attempt to swallow all of it before.

Jess: Ha…A spitter’s a quitter, my love.

Dean: I wouldn’t know. I’m going to grab a shower. Afterwards you want to watch True Blood?

Jess: Who are you asking?

Dean: Right. Be right back.

Jess: Miss me?

Dean: Always.

Dean headed into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Setting her towel and face rag on the sink and pulled out her cell phone and ran down her address book. After reaching ‘Frank’ she pressed the dial button and waited for an answer. Her wait was not a long one.

Frank: What is it Dean.

Dean: Boy Jess was right about you. You have the phone skills of a rabid bull seal.

Frank: I presume there is a reason for calling me.

Dean: I don’t trust Al.

Frank: I already know this.

Dean: He basically threatened to tell Jess what happened.

Frank: Don’t worry about Al, Dean. He has too much to lose by telling her anything.

Dean: I’m scared Frank…what if Jess…

Frank: She’s not going to find out Dean. We have to make sure of that. There’s too much at stake. Now if you’ll excuse me…I have some paperwork to file.

Dean: Okay Frank. Thanks for being an ear.

Frank: I do what’s best for my agents.

Dean hung up and began to disrobe for her shower feeling a bit better about the situation but still uncomfortable about being called an agent. While it was a position she had reluctantly accepted, it was something she was going to have to get used to. At least for now…

2 b continued.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

Kiki and Brandon got in Kiki’s their car and headed back to his dorm room. “Man, Brie sure does know her way around the kitchen. That was a great dinner” Brandon said

Kiki: Yeah she usually does most of the cooking. I’d burn water.

Brandon: Don’t come down on yourself. I mean to achieve that body you have to know at least something about cooking.

Kiki: Not really. I’ve always had nutritionists or a cook at a hotel making my meals.

Brandon: Must be fucking nice.

Kiki: It was. Now I have to put up with people giving me shit for being spoiled.

Brandon: It’s cool. I respect that.

Kiki: Respect what?

Brandon: That you’re trying to make it on your own. I’m pretty much in the same boat.

They reach the parking lot of the Dorms and Kiki puts the car in park. “I don’t really want to go back.” Kiki said in an almost sad tone. “Well come on in. I’m lonely as hell with Natasha gone. We can play some Wii fit or something.” Kiki perked up a bit. “Fine. But I don’t want to play the Wii fit. All we do when we hang is workout now. Let’s do something different.” Brandon shook his head in agreement as they both got out of the car and headed into the dorm room. After settling in and hanging their jackets up, Brandon and Kiki decided to just simply kick back and chat.

Kiki: So when does Natasha get back?

Brandon: Just before classes start back up next week.

Kiki: That sucks. You’re not even getting any Christmas nookie.

Brandon: Yeah, but we’ll make up for it when she gets back.

Kiki: You know I didn’t get you anything this year.

Brandon: We decided not to do the whole gift thing.

Kiki: Yeah yeah, that’s because we hate Christmas. I still want to do something for you.

Brandon: Like what?

Kiki got up and sat next to Brandon on the futon and moved her face close to his and kissed his lips very passionately. She pulled away and looked into Brandon’s eyes and smiled. Brandon’s reaction was not one that Kiki was expecting and definitely not one that she wanted.

Brandon: Wow…

Kiki: Is that good or bad.

Brandon: Well it wasn’t bad.

Kiki; Not bad…that was pretty damn good.

Brandon: It was good…

Kiki: But…

Brandon: Kiki I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I care a lot about you. But not in that way.

Kiki: I see…

Brandon: You’re a great person. And you will make someone very happy someday.

Kiki: Just not you.

Brandon: I’m happy with Natasha.

Kiki: Are you?

Brandon: I think it’s time to call it an evening.

Kiki and Brandon got up and went to the door. Kiki stood in the doorway as Brandon leaned against the door. “I feel like such a fucking doofus” She said.

Brandon: It will never leave this dorm.

Kiki: Thank you. I understand if you don’t want to chill anymore.

Brandon: Don’t be such a drama queen. Of course I want to chill. You’re my work out buddy.

Kiki: Okay…so…I’ll see you around the Gym.

Brandon: Always.

Brandon and Kiki hugged their goodbyes and Kiki went back home where everyone had left, including Brian and Brie. There was a note on the kitchen counter.

Kiki,

Staying with Brian tonight. Got to get some Yule log.

Xoxo
Brie

Kiki rolled her eyes at Brie’s juvenile humor but ended with a smile nonetheless. Kiki headed into the living room, where Brie had left her laptop out. A small sound emanated, catching Kiki’s attention.

Woodenteeth69: Hey Brie. You there?

Kiki read the note and at first was going to leave it but decided that being that it was Christmas, she would be courteous and at least let the person know that Brie was not here.

ThickChick06: Hi. This is Kiki. Brie isn’t at home.

Woodenteeth69: Oh. I’m sorry.

ThickChick06: It’s okay. How R U?

Woodenteeth69: Not bad. Feeling kind of lonely.

ThickChick06: Yeah, me 2. Christmas is not really my holiday.

Woodenteeth69: Tell me about it. I just ate an entire pizza by myself. It’s definitely a lonely time of year.

ThickChick06: Yeah well I just made an ass out of myself to a friend of mine. I think I got you beat.

Woodenteeth69: What did you do?

ThickChick06: I kissed him. And he didn’t like it.

Woodenteeth69: Sounds like his problem.

ThickChick06: Not really. I’ve been crushing on him for awhile. Apparently he doesn’t feel the same way.

Woodenteeth69: L I’m sorry. *hugs*

ThickChick06: Thx. Anyway it was nice talking to you.

Woodenteeth69: Yeah you too. Do you have a screen name?

ThickChick06: Not yet. But I think I’ll get one. Btw. What’s your name?

Woodenteeth69: Kiara.

ThickChick06: I’m Kiki.

WoodenChick69: I know. Talk to you later, Kiki.

ThickChick06: Laterz

Kiki closed Brie’s laptop and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, feeling pretty good all of a sudden. Her embarrassment at the Brandon situation seemingly relieved. Kiki didn’t know what just happened but she felt pretty good about meeting a new friend. One that she could confide in. A deep smile found it’s way onto Kiki’s face and stayed that way for the entire evening.

2 b continued.

Brian

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