4th of July
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!”
“Hey, look! I found a weight!” I heard Bella shout as I reached the boat.
She had the Yeti cooler—one of the big ones—gripped in both hands like a barbell.
“Mmmmmm… pretty heavy,” she said, curling it slowly, biceps swelling with each rep. “But not heavy enough,” she added, throwing me a wink that nearly knocked me overboard before I’d even stepped in.
“Yeah, yeah,” Josh groaned, grinning. “You’re soooo big and strong. ‘Look at me! I’m Bella! I have biceps as big as the boys!’”
“Big as the boys?" Bella raised an eyebrow. "Come over here.”
Josh froze, like he suddenly realized he’d poked the wrong bear.
“Show me,” Bella said.
Josh blinked. “Show you what?”
“Your big boy muscle. C’mon, flex.” She gave a mock encouraging gesture. “Let’s see what you got, champ.”
Josh shrugged and raised his arm, flexing like he was proud of it. He even kissed the peak.
But then Bella stepped up beside him—and raised hers.
Holy. Shit.
Her bicep exploded into view, thick and round and completely dwarfing his.
“I dunno, Josh,” she said, tilting her head like she was analyzing a chart. “Kinda looks like I don’t have biceps as big as the boys. Looks to me like mine are twice as big.”
Josh gave her a shove and laughed. “Oh, fuck off! Just get in the damn boat!”
It felt amazing to be out on the water. The sun was blazing, but the breeze as we flew across the lake made it feel perfect.
I tried to act normal. Tried to make small talk. Tried act as if I wasn't completely fixated on Bella and her insane body.
It was hopeless.
Eventually, I made my way to the front of the boat, hoping distance might help me pull it together. For a minute—okay, a few seconds—it kind of worked.
But then my brain just hit replay. The watermelon juice sliding down her arm. The way her bicep flared when she curled that ice chest like it was nothing. Every second was on a loop in my mind.
Then I heard her again. That voice—low, playful, powerful.
“Hey, move over. I wanna drive!” Bella called out as she nudged Josh aside.
“Ahhh, there we go,” she said as she slid into the seat and grabbed the wheel like it belonged to her. “Much better.”
Josh rolled his eyes. “Do you always have to be in control, Bella?”
She didn’t even blink. Just gave him that look—pure alpha energy.
“I am always in control... Josh.”
Jesus. What a fucking badass.
She pushed the throttle forward, and the boat lurched as we tore across the lake. Wind whipping past, music blaring, water splashing—it was electric.
And yeah... I was totally checking her out. Zero self-awareness. Just me, openly gawking like a fool next to the hottest, most jacked woman I’d ever seen in my life.
Her arms were thick—like, thick-thick. Her abs flexed with every bounce of the boat. Every line of her body was perfection in motion.
Then I heard it: “Hey, pretty boy!”
Oh fuck.
“Uh… yeah?” I managed, somehow.
Bella’s gaze landed on me, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing me up for something.
“Why haven’t I met you before?” she asked, grinning.
“I, uh… I don’t know.” Real smooth.
Without missing a beat, she gave the wheel back to Josh, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the rear seats.
“Come with me,” she said, calm and commanding.
She flopped down at the back of the boat, sprawling out like she owned the space. Her body was completely on display—like she wanted me to look.
“Sit,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
There wasn’t much space. I eased down next to her, and our legs pressed together. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. I could feel her quad against mine—smooth skin, solid heat underneath. She wasn’t just toned. She was hard. Dense. Alive with strength. It was like touching living marble.
She watched my face like she was reading every thought I had—and savoring all of it.
“I know you’ve been looking at me,” she said.
Heat shot through me. My face, my chest—everything felt flushed.
“You like my muscles?” Her voice was low, teasing, impossibly confident.
I could barely speak. My body was betraying me in every direction. Her voice… her confidence… the arrogance. She was so fucking sexy.
She chuckled softly. “Lost for words?”
Then she reached out and took my hand. Her palm was rough with callouses, but her grip was gentle. She guided my hand toward her stomach—slow, deliberate—until it hovered just above her abs. My fingers trembled.
She let go.
“Go ahead.”
I knew the boat was still full of people. That someone might see. Might laugh. Might say something.
I didn’t care.
I let my hand drift down.
“Ooohhh—” The sound slipped out before I could stop it. A quiet moan, completely involuntary.
Bella’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk.
I traced my fingers along the ridges of her six-pack, marveling at the way her torso shifted. She twisted slightly, just to flex the obliques—those sharp lines slicing across her sides like sculpture come to life.
Jesus.
This was something I’d only dreamed about. I never thought it would actually happen.
“So…” she said, voice silky, “what’s your favorite thing about my body?”
I looked up into her eyes. My mouth opened—but nothing came out.
She grinned. “You know what my favorite is?”
She raised her arm and flexed. Her bicep swelled, thick and peaked and perfect.
“Mmmmmm… I love my biceps,” she purred, running her fingers along the curve of the muscle. “I love that all the guys see my arms and know I’ve got them beat.”
She leaned in slightly, conspiratorial. “And the women? You have no idea how many sneak over when they think no one’s looking—asking me to flex. You should hear the sounds they make when they feel me up. The little moans they try to hide.”
My jaw dropped. I was stunned. Turned on. Completely under her spell.
I was still hanging on her every word—when suddenly, without a word, she stood up and walked away, heading to the back of the boat.
Sweet Jesus.
Her ass in those shorts—unreal. The denim was stuffed with muscle that flexed and shifted with every step, like it was alive. Like it was trying to escape. The lower curve of her glutes spilled out, daring me not to stare.
That tiny waist, flaring out into thick, meaty lats… My heart was a jackhammer. I couldn’t breathe.
Then she glanced back over her shoulder, eyes full of trouble. “You coming?” she asked. “Or you just wanna watch?”
Before I could answer, she dove—clean, graceful, like she belonged in the damn Olympics.
She disappeared beneath the surface… and stayed there. A minute passed. Then two. I started to get nervous.
Then—splash!—she broke the surface beside the boat, laughing.
Her chest was heaving. Water trickled down the deep valley between her pecs. Those beautiful breasts rising and falling as she looked up at me.
And that’s when it hit me.
I was so fucking lost. I would’ve done anything—anything—just to stay near this girl a little longer.
She must’ve seen it in my face. Hell, maybe she could read my mind.
“You sure you can keep up with me?” she asked, floating effortlessly.
I laughed—couldn’t help it. “Haha… nope,” I said with a grin.
She smiled back. One of those real smiles that hits you in the chest. I melted on the spot.
“When we get back to shore,” she said, voice low and certain, “you’re coming with me.”
Yeah. I wasn’t about to argue.
Once we got back to shore, the group started buzzing about what to do next. Most of them were voting for a bar.
“I’m taking this one with me,” Bella said, already grabbing my hand.
“Ooooh!!” Jessica laughed. “Bella’s got a new crush!”
She shot me a look. “You sure you’re ready for her? lol”
So fucking ready.
Bella gave my hand a little tug. “Come on,” she said, smiling. “We’re going to see the fireworks.”
By the time we got there, it was already getting dark. Kids were running wild with sparklers, drawing fire trails through the dusk. Parents were kicked back in folding chairs, chatting and sipping drinks.
“Hey,” I whispered to one of the kids, crouching down. “I’ll give you ten bucks for a couple of your sparklers.”
He was a money-motivated little entrepreneur—worked out great for both of us.
I turned to Bella with a grin like I was holding a secret.
“For you,” I said, holding out a sparkler like it was something sacred.
“YES!” she gasped, lighting up like a little kid. It was kind of hilarious—and wildly adorable—seeing this big, badass muscle girl lose her mind over a sparkler.
I flicked my lighter and brought it to life.
And honestly? I didn’t know which was brighter—the sparks, or her smile.
She darted out into the open grass, waving it in loops and squiggles, laughing as she danced around barefoot in the warm summer air.
“What’s this one?” she asked, turning toward me with a smirk, tracing some shape I couldn't make out.
I blinked. “No idea.”
She rolled her eyes. “A bicep, obviously.”
At least we liked the same things.
“Geez, you really have no imagination, do you?” she teased.
Then she turned toward me and flexed.
“Here—is this better?”
Her bicep swelled again, thick and perfect in the firelight. I swear, it never got old. It felt like the world stopped moving while she held the pose.
Then the music started—some dramatic, patriotic anthem crackling over nearby speakers
Bella bounced back over and grabbed my arm, tugging me toward the ground.
“Come on, lay down!”
Bella’s hand slipped into mine—slowly, gently. Her fingers laced between mine, and she gave the lightest squeeze.
Then the fireworks started.
But I didn’t care.
I wasn’t looking at the sky.
I was looking at her.
I turned my head, watching her face as the explosions lit up the field. Red, gold, blue... all of it reflecting in her eyes. And I swear—there’s no face on Earth more beautiful than Bella’s in that moment.
I sat up onto my knees. She did the same.
My gaze roamed her body, tracing every curve, every line. Drinking her in.
She leaned closer. I felt her breath on my skin.
And then—everything slowed. The night, the sounds, even the fireworks faded into nothing.
There was just her.
THE END
