Chapter 74: 74 Exercise Me

Arnold walked the obstacle course that was the hallway and a few of the girls admired his muscular arms. They had seen them from far away and had seen the photos and videos; but, it just wasn't the same as seeing them up close. They appreciated that he wasn't big and bulky like the guys that overdid things like that.

“Looking good, Arnold.” One girl said as he passed.

Arnold turned his head and saw that she only wore a man's shirt, completely unbuttoned, and it showed off quite a lot of her chest and a tiny little pair of panties that barely covered her.

“I can only have sex with my girlfriend.” Arnold said and hit the button for the elevator.

“Wh-what?” She looked a little stunned and a few of the girls around her chuckled.

Arnold looked at her chest and then at her face. “You're showing too much of yourself to me on purpose for it to not be an invitation for sex.” He said. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

The girl blushed deeply. “I... well, I... I mean...”

“He totally called you on it.” Her roommate said with a laugh. “Don't worry, Arnold. She's not embarrassed that you're asking her directly, she's embarrassed that she couldn't lure you in... like this.” She said and flipped the man's shirt open and revealed her breasts completely... except for two nipple covers that hid that final bit of her.

“PAULA!” The young woman grabbed the shirt and pulled it closed, just as the elevator arrived.

“You see? She's covered and was only teasing you. You weren't going to see it all.” Paula laughed and gave him a little wave. “See you later!”

Arnold waved back and stepped into the elevator.

“I can't believe you did that to me!” The girl said loudly as she whirled around to glare at her friend, who laughed as the elevator doors closed. Arnold rode the elevator down to the ground floor and stepped out into the lobby.

“Hi, Arnold.” Doris said. “Where are you headed?”

“The physical education building.” Arnold said. “Angela, the girl at the cafeteria register, said to call her when I was bored and I'm meeting her there.”

“I thought you said you couldn't date anyone else?” Doris asked.

“We're just hanging out.” Arnold said.

“O-kay.” Doris said. “When you get there, ask her. If she says it's a date, come right back here.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and left the dorm building and walked over to the physical education building. He went inside and saw the register girl as she stood beside the stairs.

“Hi!” Angela said and waved.

“Hello.” Arnold said. “Is this a date?”

“Nope! We're just hanging out.” Angela said and then smiled. “And working out a little. I could use a spotter for some of my exercises and thought you could help me.”

“Okay.” Arnold said and she turned and walked up the stairs. He followed her up the stairs and if he bothered to notice such things, the workout pants she wore were like a second skin and you couldn't see a trace of a pantie-line anywhere.

He's totally checking out my butt. Angela thought and looked back to see him staring at her face. Oops! She turned back around and kept walking up the stairs. He caught me looking!

Arnold followed her to the second floor and over to a huge rack of free weights.

“I usually only do ten pounds at thirty reps each.” Angela said and grabbed the weights, then sat down and did the first set of ten, rested for a few moments, then continued. “Why don't you try them?”

Arnold looked at them and wasn't sure what ones to try.

“Do you need any help?” A very attractive woman with short dirty blonde hair asked as she came over.

“I've never done this before.” Arnold said.

“Well, by the looks of your arms, you should start with the twenty pound ones.” The woman beamed a smile at him and looked forward to helping him when he struggled. “I'll show you the proper way to lift them so that you don't hurt yourself.”

Arnold picked them up and sat down at the bench beside Angela, and the instructor showed Arnold exactly how to do the proper exercise. He did the thirty reps easily and she was a little dismayed as she told him to try the next higher weight.

“Make sure you tell me when your arms are feeling the strain.” The instructor said in a sweet voice.

Dammit! She's totally stealing my bit! Angela thought angrily and stopped it from showing on her face.

“Are you feeling any tension in your muscles now?” The instructor asked, a little perturbed.

“Yes.” Arnold said in a normal voice as he lifted fifty pound dumbbells in each hand. The instructor put her hands on one of his biceps and felt the muscle strain.

If I'm gauging this right, he's not straining himself. She thought. “Do you do normal regular exercise?”

“No.” Arnold said.

“How did you get all these muscles?” She asked, curious.

“I used to shovel every day.” Arnold said.

“Shovel... wait, you mean dirt? You shovelled dirt every day? For how long?”

“Since I was six.” Arnold said, not understanding that she wanted a time each day. “I'll be nineteen in August.”

“Th-thirteen years.” She said, completely stunned. “You've been doing a full body workout every day for thirteen years.”

“I haven't done it in a few weeks.” Arnold said and put the weights back on the rack.

“You're barely sweating.” She said as she looked at the small wet spot on the chest of his bright blue sleeveless t-shirt.

“I think we can move to the treadmill now.” Angela said and put her own weights down.

“I'd rather see him on the leg press.” The instructor said and guided them over to the large workout machines. “Those jeans won't be good for doing this exercise, though.”

Arnold popped the jeans open and started to slide them off.

“W-wait!” The instructor said and caught his hands. “I'll be right back with some shorts!”

“Okay.” Arnold said and waited.

Angela let out a nervous laugh. “Good job scaring her off.”

Arnold didn't say anything and the instructor came back with a pair of women's shorts.

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“I'm sorry, I just grabbed the first pair that...” She stopped talking when Arnold took off his jeans and folded them up, then he took the women's shorts from her and put them on. “Um... okay. It's this machine right here.” She said and pointed.

Arnold put his jeans down beside the machine and listened as she told him how to work it, how to attach the weights, and about the hand-held safety lever to stop the weights from sliding all the way down if they start to slip.

“Let's start with some light weight.” She said and told Arnold to put two of the fifty pound weights on each side.

“That's not light.” Angela whispered because of the two hundred pounds of weight.

“Light for him.” She clarified and Arnold sat down and leaned back, almost vertical, then he braced himself and planted his feet on the movable platform. He released the safety lever and pushed with his feet. The machine almost jumped away from him.

“Definitely too light. Hook it, please.” The instructor said. “Okay, maybe twice that.”

Arnold added two more of the fifty pound weights on each side, resumed his place, then did it again.

“Are you feeling the strain now?” The instructor asked and touched his thigh as the muscles contracted.

“Yes.” Arnold said and he did the full thirty reps. It was a lot different than shovelling dirt and he wasn't sure if he liked it, because he was so used to doing different movements. The women's shorts he wore billowed out each time he lifted the weight and did a repetition, so both the instructor and Angela were getting great views about every two seconds.

“Ooo! The full body press next.” The instructor said and pointed to a machine not too far away.

“I think Arnold has had enough of heavy weights for now.” Angela said, a little angry. “This was only supposed to be a light workout and not a full power lifting session. He came here wearing jeans, not spandex tights!”

The instructor was a little shaken from her hostility. “I... I was just...”

“You were enjoying yourself by pushing Arnold to see how much he could do.” Angela said and the instructor caught her breath. “I was okay with that for a while, until you gave him four hundred pounds to leg press.” She said. “Four hundred! Can you do four hundred?”

“No, I... well, I'm trying to stay slim...”

“Then what makes you think Arnold wants to bulk up by lifting heavy weights?” Angela asked and the instructor didn't have an answer for her. “Did you even think about what Arnold wants to do?” She asked. “No, right? You were too caught up in your own little fantasy.”

“I wasn't... I just...” The instructor started to say, then she sighed. “All right, yes. I want to test him on everything I can. I've never met a natural muscle man before.”

“A what?” Angela and Arnold asked at the same time.

“He's developed finely toned and quite strong muscles by performing the same task for years. He wasn't trying to develop muscles or tried to get strong on purpose. It just happened.” She said and looked at Arnold. “I'm right, aren't I? You didn't realize that you had become strong and muscled after years of doing the best natural workout that ever existed.”

Arnold looked down at his arms and legs and the muscles and veins were popping from exertion.

“Personally, I think the way you look now, with your muscles ripped like they are, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” The instructor said and her face flushed red. “If you weren't here with your girlfriend, I would be very tempted to ask you out myself.”

“She's not my girlfriend and this isn't a date.” Arnold said.

“Will you go out with me?” The instructor asked. “Please say yes.”

“I have an exclusive girlfriend.” Arnold said.

She took a deep breath and let it out. “I should have known you would be too good to be true.” She said with a sad smile and picked up his jeans. “I'd like my shorts back, please.”

“Your shorts?” Angela asked before she could stop herself.

“Do you see a clothing store anywhere around here?” The instructor asked with a wave of her hand.

Arnold took off the shorts and handed them to her, then he pulled on his jeans.

“It was nice to finally meet someone like you.” The instructor said. “I'm sorry if I wasted your time.” She said and walked away.

“Wow, she actually made me feel bad about not letting her get her way.” Angela said and chuckled. “Come on. Let's go try the treadmill.”

Arnold followed her over to the treadmill and she used the machine to set a jogging pace. Not too fast and not too slow. Arnold copied her on the next machine and they stared to jog side by side.

“Usually... people do this... outside.” Angela said between breaths. “On a track... or on the street... but... that can be dangerous... with traffic and other people. So... people come here... to jog.”

“Why?” Arnold asked. Unlike Angela, the pace she set was too low to get his cardio up past the normal level.

“To meet... to stay in shape... to feel good about themselves... lots of reasons.” Angela said, then she fell silent as she jogged. She hadn't done it in a while and her endurance was pretty low after sitting on her ass behind the cash register every day in the cafeteria. She was lucky and had the weekends off, so she usually relaxed and didn't bother exercising, which she had been neglecting for a while. When Arnold called, she thought it would be the perfect bonding opportunity.

It was too bad for her that Arnold didn't see it that way. He thought it was pointless to run in place. You weren't going anywhere or accomplishing anything, except making yourself tired and sweaty. He wasn't against being tired or sweaty, since he had been like that a lot during his life. It was just that he didn't see the point if the reasons Angela gave could be done somewhere else.

They jogged for ten minutes and Angela couldn't do any more. She stopped and grabbed a towel from a nearby rack and wiped off her machine, then dabbed at her forehead and her neck. Arnold copied her, except that he didn't really need to wipe himself or the machine off. He hadn't worked up a sweat like Angela did.

“Can you get me some water, please?” Angela asked.

Arnold walked over to the counter and asked for water. He paid the clerk for one bottle and went back over to Angela and gave it to her. She took it gratefully and took a big drink from it, then sighed.

“I am definitely out of shape.” Angela said and wiped at her forehead. “I think I better keep myself to a walking pace for a while.” She said and stood up. “Let's go for a walk around the track.”

Angela led Arnold over to the walking track and as they walked around it, she asked him questions about work and made idle chit-chat about her own work and her hobbies. Arnold didn't bother trying to remember it all.

After an hour, they stopped walking and stood near the stairs.

“Are you going to get something to eat for lunch?” Angela blurted out.

“It's not lunch time yet.” Arnold said.

“Oh. Yes, you're right.” Angela said, and she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. She wracked her brain as she tried to think of some activity to do for the couple of hours that they had before it was time for lunch. “Well... um... I guess... you should go back to your dorm room.” She said, because she didn't know that Arnold didn't care if they did absolutely nothing.

“Okay.” Arnold said and started to walk away.

“See you!” Angela said loudly and watched as he went down the stairs. I had hoped he would invite me over or something.

“You struck out, too.” The instructor said from behind her.

“Yeah.” Angela said as she turned her head to look at the instructor, then she sighed. “You almost ruined my attempt.”

The instructor chuckled. “He seems pretty loyal, even if you did trick him into a date.”

“We were just hanging out.” Angela said with a smile.

“And I was just instructing him on exercises.” She responded, then they both laughed.

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