As Gina landed with a dull thud, Tricia, the head cheerleader clapped her hands, causing Gina to gasp and Dennis to turn his head. Tricia padded over the mats on her bare feet toward Gina. As Dennis watched her approach Gina it was his turn to gasp. Tricia was beyond hot. No taller than Gina, Tricia was actually two inches shorter. But nothing else about Tricia was small. Dennis had to chuckle to himself as she stopped and stood next to Gina. Gina was the hot girl. Tricia was the drop dead gorgeous woman. She was beautiful with long blonde hair currently tied in a functional pony tail, deep blue eyes and clean, model perfect features. Her body was a treasure map of curves, bumps and oh so sexy grooves. She was wearing a gray athletic top that hugged her nice sized, firm boobs against her tightly muscled torso. She was cheerleader toned and then some. Her arms were firm, her shoulders strong but not overt, her abs showcased a sweet as hell six pack and her legs were those of a tumbler, not bulky, but still well muscled with sweeping arcs. The small gray spandex shorts showcased her tight, knee weakening behind. Dennis’s jaw had unconsciously dropped a bit. He had seen Tricia before and had played it cool with Gina close by, but at the moment he was mesmerized. Tricia was likely the wet dream of plenty of co-eds, but Dennis figured he was one of the few whose wet dream had Tricia flexing her muscles.
As Dennis started slipping into a day dream, Tricia stuck her hand out toward Gina.
“That was quite an impressive display on the rings. Are you a gymnast?”
Gina blushed, barely recovering from her unexpected feat. She stuck out her own hand and they completed a quick shake. “Well, yes, I was in high school, but my adrenaline must have taken over just now. I’ve never done that before.”
Tricia smiled, looking Gina up and down quickly. “None the less, you obviously have some skills. Interested in any cheerleading?”
Gina’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected anything like this so soon. “Well, yes, actually. But I just got here. I’m not really ready.”
Tricia hummed. “Well, are you interested in meeting the other girls and maybe showing what you can do?”
Gina was now nearly giddy. She glanced over at Dennis, who looked like he was in another world. Shaking her head she looked back at Tricia. “Uh, sure. That is if you think it’s OK.”
Tricia chuckled. “Sure, uh..”
Gina giggled. “Gina.”
Tricia smiled. “Gina. Just head over to the dark haired girl in charge over there. Shirley will get you going.”
Tricia turned and yelled out. “Shirley! I’ve got a new recruit here. Introduce her to our program.”
Shirley nodded and Gina bound over quickly. Tricia watched her go and then turned toward Dennis and glided over toward him. “Hi, I’m Tricia.”
Dennis let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Uh, hello. I’m Dennis.”
Tricia stretched for a moment, bringing her arms up and pushing out her chest. Dennis nearly choked as he watched her breasts push out further and her lemon biceps pop on her athletic arms. Tricia seemed to ignore his uncomfortable movements. “So Dennis. Tell me about Gina. Is she really that athletic?”
Dennis looked down at his camera as he began to wonder if Gina’s display really was that extraordinary. “Well, I’m not sure. She was when we went to high school together, but we’re a couple of years apart. I haven’t seen her since I was a senior.”
Tricia glanced over at the other cheerleaders as they talked to Gina. “Well if she could do a Maltese Cross that easily she must be really strong.”
Dennis began to retrace his steps. Wasn’t Gina just hanging from the rings, then he took a picture. Then she was doing that move. Dennis shook his head as Tricia stared at the rings. “Well, I’m sure you can do that.”
Tricia snickered. “Me? I’m pretty strong, but not that strong. No, I couldn’t do that.”
Now Dennis was truly intrigued. What if he really did make Gina stronger and more athletic with his thoughts and that picture? What if he could make Tricia stronger too? Glancing toward the work-out area and several large men working out, Dennis gulped. What if he could make Tricia REALLY strong? Stronger than any man. Stronger than several men! Strong enough to bend steel bars! And what about muscles? Could he make her larger as well? What about the ability to flex up muscles bigger than any woman. Bigger than any man!
What Dennis didn’t know was that Tricia had several bad experiences with those same men he had glanced at. That given the chance, Tricia would thoroughly enjoy showing up and knocking them around. Since that wouldn’t be happening, she had thought about keying their cars. But if given the power, she would do much more than that. Unfortunately those were all fleeting thoughts. No, those men would always be bigger and stronger and she would just have to live with it. Sighing and tossing Dennis a weak smile, Tricia turned back toward the cheerleaders.
“Well, nice to meet you Dennis. I’ll cut Gina loose in a minute so you two can get back to whatever you were doing.”
At this point Dennis was already pulling up his camera. He just had to try it out again to see if it really could do what he was thinking. Clearing his throat as he tried to focus, Dennis brought the camera in front of his eye. “Uh, Tricia?”
Tricia turned and as Dennis looked at her for a moment to take in her beauty and physical form, he snapped a picture. They both gasped as Tricia…
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