4th of July
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Some friends from work were heading to the lake for for the 4th and invited me along. I figured it’d be just another lazy afternoon with snacks, small talk, and maybe a sunburn. I had no idea it would turn out to be the best day of my life.
They told me to meet them at the park. As I walked up the gravel path and caught sight of our picnic table, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
There she was.
The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen—and somehow, impossibly, she was sitting at our table.
But she wasn't just beautiful. She was jacked! Muscles on top of muscles. And she was dressed to show it off! Tiny cutoff jean shorts hugged her powerful thighs. Her thick muscular glutes peaking out of denim that was struggling to hang on. Her tank top—red, white, and clinging—left little to the imagination.
Pumpkin-sized shoulders, veiny forearms, thick meaty biceps. Her pecs practically dared you not to stare.
I was a wreck.
Sound faded. My body forgot how to breathe. It felt like floating. Like I was unplugged from gravity itself.
"Hey, you made it!" someone called out, dragging me back to Earth.
My eyes flicked away—too late. One of my co-workers smirked.
They followed my gaze and grinned. “Oh, that’s Bella. She’s Jessica’s friend.”
My face flushed instantly. God, was it that obvious I’d been staring?
If Bella noticed, she didn’t let on.
Not yet, anyway.
She was devouring the watermelon. Juice was squirting out with every bite, running down the most muscular arms I’d ever seen.
I must’ve been panting. All I could think about was licking that juice off her bicep. Running my tongue along that thick, pulsing vein. Wrapping my hands around her arm just to feel how solid it really was.
“Oh my God, Bella, you’re getting juice everywhere!” one of her friends shrieked, laughing.
Bella glanced down, grinning as juice dripped from her forearm and across the slope of her pec.
“Oh shit!” she laughed. “I’m a mess!”
Then she looked around the table, eyes sparkling. “Alright... which one of you horn dogs is gonna come clean me up?” she teased, voice low and mischievous.
Fuck, did she really just say that?
And then—things somehow got even better.
Bella raised her arm and flexed. Slow and deliberate. Her bicep peaked like a mountain.
“OOoooooohhh!! Look at that!” she gasped with mock drama. “It just keeps getting bigger!”
Her friends were cheering her on, but I couldn’t hear a word. My pulse was roaring in my ears.
And then—she saw me.
Bella’s eyes locked onto mine like a thunderclap. Everything else disappeared.
She held the flex, squeezing harder. A smug, playful smile crept onto her face.
“What do you think?” she asked, eyes twinkling. “Which is bigger... my arm, or the watermelon?”
My knees nearly buckled.
“Hey!” someone shouted, snapping me out of my daze. “You guys quit gawking at Bella’s muscles! Josh just brought the boat to the ramp. Grab your shit—let’s go!”
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