On the other hand, I thought, this wasn’t on campus, I’d finished my gig, this was a private party and what’s the worst that could happen? They’d seen me bare already.
Tammy’s limpid blue eyes just inches from mine seemed to be growing bigger with each breath I took.
I tried to swallow, smiled instead.
“I’d be pleased, then. Thank you.”
I seemed to have made a popular decision. All four of them were literally jumping up and down, clapping their hands. I couldn’t not notice, if you know what I mean, four happy, attractive women with four pairs of very nice boobs bobbing up and down… I felt myself stiffen a little and turned away quickly, moved to the table to hide that potential embarrassment.
I don’t suppose I moved quickly enough. Thinking on it now, I suppose all four of them noticed. I tried not to listen to the sudden tangle of soft female giggles and whispered remarks.
I definitely wasn’t supposed to hear Quinn feigning a deep-South accent, whispering that famous line from M*A*S*H: “Ah’d purely love to see that angry!” The other three women went into quiet hysterics, desperately trying to keep me from noticing. Gale was bent over, choking on her drink.
I slowly loaded a plate at the table, my back to them, until I managed to get myself under control — or, at least, until the giggling had stopped.
Somebody had put out a chair for me. In the centre, of course, facing the four of them.
“How long have you been a bodybuilder, Ty?” Quinn asked a minute later.
“High school,” I said. “I’m not sure. Call it five or six years.”
“It looks stunning,” she said. “Some bodybuilders look, I don’t know, almost… alien maybe? But you’re just gorgeous!”
“Adonis in person, right?” Gale quipped.
I tried to ignore that, took another sip of wine. Both of them were a bit red in the face.
“Do you ever do those weird poses? The ones they use on stage?” Quinn flexed an arm, giggled.
“I’ve done them,” I grinned, “but mainly in the mirror. I’m not bulked up enough for competition, even if I was interested.”
“Show me!” Her eyes were wide. “Please?”
I chuckled, rose and stood in front of her. I started out with a double biceps, feet just spread apart, my arms raised to the side and curled towards my head, straining to show off biceps. It’s a pretty good position to present arms, belly and legs. It certainly impressed Quinn; her jaw dropped almost to her chest.
The other three women were silent now, staring at me.
I grinned, shifted into a side chest pose, shifted to another, then a fourth.
I dropped the last pose, smiled and walked back to the table, found some veggies to nibble on. I got a round of applause, which was nice.
I was surprised to realize how comfortable I was being like this. I was feeling happy, relaxed. This could become my normal, I thought. I pondered that, the why of it. I was pretty sure it was more than just the sangria.