Rachel gave Carol a slap on her butt and said, “I don’t know. With your big butt on my bike I might not be able to go as fast. But that will change in time. All right, meet me by the motorcycle parking after school. I’ll bring an extra helmet for you. I have to go now, Mom likes us to get a good rub down after our evening runs. It helps you sleep you know.” With that, Rachel bounded down her drive to her house. She yelled over her shoulder, “Don’t worry about what to wear during training, we have all the stuff you’ll need. See you tomorrow.”
Carol practically skipped all the way back to her house. The evening had worked out great. Not only had she met a new friend, got a ride to school, but also now saw a way to rid herself from her image as a daughter of a fat women who everyone thought would probably end up the same way. Carol swore she would not become like her mother, even if she had to endure all kinds of physical hardship.
Cow Girl by TopCat – Chapter Two
Carol didn’t get much sleep that night, she was so excited at the prospect of shedding her bad image. At school the next day, she talked briefly with Rachel in English class, but had more time to clutch during gym. The required gym wear was shorts and T-shirts. The sport this class was field hockey. Carol played for only one period as a fullback and got run over twice by quicker girls. Rachel took to the event like the true athlete she was. When she had the ball, she drove down the field, scoring most of the time. The coach had to take her out to make the game more even.
After class, the girls were required to take showers, Carol notice that Rachel undressed slowly and put her towel around her body as she went to the showers. Carol slowed her undressing also wanting to talk with Rachel while they showered. By the time they were to the showers, most of the girls had already finished and were drying off. Carol went into the same enclosed shower area as Rachel. It was her first opportunity to get a good look at Rachel’s body naked. What she saw made her wonder what kind of girl she had chosen for a training partner. Her body showed numerous bruises on her butt. They seemed to be in strips. Across her firm pert tits could also be seen shades of red. What caught her eye the most was the small studs that went through both her nipples. They were horizontal and entered right where the nipple met the areola. They fascinated Carol and it soon became obvious that Rachel noticed the attention. “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen body piercing before?” Carol awoke from her rude gawking and apologized, ” I’m sorry for staring, but no, I’ve never seen piercing before. Does your mother know you have them?”
Rachel soaping up her tits nodded, “Sure, she’s the one that got them done. I’ll show you something else when we get to my house if you’re up for another shock to your Iowa mentality.” She turned her back and soaped her pussy. Carol tended to her own washing, thinking how unusual those pretty little studs looked on Rachel and what other surprises awaited her. When she was done, they rinsed off, and headed to their separate lockers to dry and dress. That was all she saw of Rachel till school was out. Not wanting to miss her ride, she ran to the motorcycle parking area and waited. Soon Rachel came out wearing her leather jacket and carrying two helmets. She tossed one to Carol, “Put it on.” She hefted her bike off its kickstand and with one kick started it up. Carol swung her leg over the bike, and reached around to grab Rachel’s waist. She felt a wonderful throbbing from the powerful engine. “Hold on tight girl, cause here we go.”
The bike jumped as if alive, and tore out of the school. Carol had never ridden on a bike before and was scared to death. Her grip tightened, and she felt her body wedged tightly into Rachel’s back. Her long black hair flew out the back of her helmet as they bombed down the country roads to home. When they skidded to a stop in Rachel’s yard, Carol’s hands had to be pried from around Rachel’s waist. “How did you like the ride? Still want to ride with me or is the bus more your speed?” This snapped Carol out of her funk and she slowly stepped off the bike. She could still feel the vibrations between her legs from the great ride and felt a familiar tingling to her pussy. “I’ll stick with you as long as you’ll have me. That was fantastic. It’s like riding a roller coaster. I was scared out of my mind, but want to do it again once its over.”
Rachel laughed and shook out her hair when her helmet came off. “Great, I don’t want to hang around with a chicken. Let’s go inside and get you ready to start your training.” They both bounded up the steps of the house and up to Rachel’s room. Carol jumped on to the bed and watched as Rachel began to strip off her school cloths. Again Carol tried unsuccessfully to not gaze at Rachel’s body as it was reveled to her. She again saw the studded nipples because when not exercising, Rachel did not wear a bra. When Rachel was down to her panties, she turned to Carol, “OK, now its time to see what we have to work with. Strip and we will begin to weigh and measure you for training.”
Hesitantly rising to her feet, Carol reached back and unzipped her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor. She crossed her arms over her breast trying to decrease their size. “All of it, panties and bra. Off,” commanded Rachel.
Reaching back she unclipped her bra. Once undone, the pressure of her tits, snapped her bra around her back and she pulled the cups away from her tits. She had large nipples befitting her ample breast and they quickly rose to the embarrassing situation. She pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Being a brunette, she had a dark mass of hair covering her pussy.
Rachel walked around Carol like an inspector. “Raise your arms above your head.” Carol slowly lifted her arms up, causing her shoulders to rise, forcing out her tits even more.
“OK, time to do the before measurements. Stand straight and I will begin.” She got a tape measure and a pad of paper. Beginning with Carol’s legs, she measured up her legs. When she got to her hips, she gripped each of Carol’s butt cheeks and measured their size. Carol asked, “Why are you taking such detailed measurements.”
“My mother will want to keep an accurate record of your training. If you fall behind her exceptions, you will be sorry.”
The measuring continued up her waist to her shoulder, arms and neck. Then Rachel asked, “You will have to help me with your tit measurements. Take you right tit and hold it up so I can get a measurement of the size around the base of your tits.” Carol grasped her tit and pulled it out straight. It was weird holding her tits while Rachel taped all around them. She even taped the size of her areola and nipple length.
“Is this the best length your nipples get?” Rachel was looking at the half-inch nipples now sticking out of her tits.
“I guess so, they have gotten larger at times but not without help,” Carol answered defensively.