“You wanna arm wrestle?” Nikki asked.

“Sure,” Amanda said placing her hands on her curvy hips and puffing out her enlarged bosom. “You’re always telling everyone that you’re the strongest girl at the school. About how you’re stronger than almost all the boys too, so why not put your money where your mouth is and prove it.”

“Well, I don’t think you heard me quite right,” Nikki said with a broad smile, “because I said that I was much stronger than any of the boys at this school. And I don’t how you got your little growth spurt, but I’m much, MUCH stronger than I look. You’re on.”

“Excellent,” said Amanda. “And just so you know, so am I” With that she raised her arm and flexed her biceps to it’s full 17“ glory.

Nikki rolled her eyes as she stood up. She took off her jacket and began to stretch her arms and upper body. All eyes in the room suddenly moved from Amanda’s body to Nikki’s. She wasn’t as tall as Amanda or as muscular, but she had numerous charms of her own. She stood about 5’8” and wore her red gym shorts and white t-shirt, but both appeared to be glued to her frame. The shorts were as short as they could be without being considered a bikini. Her shirt reveled her slim waist and stomach (which showed the faint outline of tight abdominal muscles) and was pulled even higher by her amazing DD breasts.

After finishing her stretching routine, which was mostly a chance for her to regain everyone attention, she turned to John and said, “John, honey. Do you think you could clear off that table over there so this bitch can be humiliated in front of everyone.”

John nodded and went to work clearing the table in the center of the weight room where everyone placed their backpacks. Once it was clear the two girls sat down on opposite sides and locked hands.

“Ok, ” John said hold the girls’ fists in place. “Ready, one, two THREE!!”