In Shining Armor (MissKitty19& SteelStudBoy)

[MissKitty19]

Her locker closed with a click, quiet compared to those that slammed the metal doors around her. It was a busy morning, and felt to her like a long one. She’d spent two hours in a dance studio before class and her legs ached in the way they only did after a good practice, She wore comfortable sneakers and yoga pants that clung to about mid calf and all the way up to just above her belly button. Tucked into that was a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Over all of that, making her appear much smaller then she was. A cream colored sweater that bunched at her hands and hung off one shoulder. One arm, full of books, one of which the course text, the others, supporting texts for an assignment they would be working on in class. Headphones in, playing a classical mix that had been re don for her routine blasting in her ears

In the crook of her other arm a tan messenger bag. This was the bag that they used as she passed tugging on it so she stopped suddenly and the books she held dropped to the ground., She crouched to gather them up and a foot kicked one away. Quiet protest as she made a face, a mistake because as she moved to pick up the last book, her tormenter grabbed her chin forcing her to face the girl. She said something though Dylan couldn’t here it over the crescendo of the classical bars accompanied by a base drop in her ears. The girl, a dark haired beauty, who had, at one time been her friend, until Dylan had one out some part in a school play back in middle school.

Then suddenly they weren’t. Dylan’s parents hadn’t allowed her to take part in the play anyway. The girl had been able to play the part she wanted, though since then noting had really been the same, Dylan found herself alone more and more. Not that she minded much, social relationships were exhausting and they took time away from her studies and dance anyhow.

“You’ll regret ignoring me bitch.” She heard as the headphones were yanked from her ears and she was slammed into the lockers. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and brought tears to her eyes, knocking the glasses she wore askew.

The bell rang. Saving her from further assault, and bending, she gathered her things, heading to class herself. Stubbornly wiping the tears from her eyes before entering. The last thing she needed was to be questioned why she was crying, or singled out in front of the whole class.

She left class as quickly as she’d entered it. Where as her entrance had been due to a fear of being late, her exit was in the attempt of avoidance. If she got to her locker quickly and exchanged her books before any other run ins she’d be fine.
She heard them before she saw them. She saw the girl in the little pocket size mirror inside her locker just before she closed the door. Turning, a sweet smile on her face she was about to ask what they wanted when again, the books in her hands, different one’s for a different class, were knocked to the ground. She resisted the urge to sigh as once again she sunk to the floor to retrieve her books. Each time she reached for a book, a foot came down on her hand. Hard. Once, and she withdrew her hand, the second time was a near miss and she gave up, looking up at her tormenters.

“ Come on Dilly! Pick up your books! Hurry hurry! Pick up your books!” That started a chant “ Pick up your books!” Over and over. Dylan started to feel as if they were closing in on her. Gripping her trod on hand.

 

[SteelStudBoy]

Dominick parked with his Cadillac Escalade at Woodrow Wilson. Though his car actually 12 years old, nevertheless, it’s still pretty cool to have. He has got it from his parents to his 16th birthday two months ago.
He started with his usual 2 hours long workout in the gym then he arrived to the school. Six day a week he builds his body in the morning, and three days a week trains boxing in Gordon’s Pit, two days swimming, and Sunday is rest. He has the result: a hair under 6 foot, and 375 pounds of pure muscle. OK, that is not achievable to anybody else, and he would not have achieved it as well if he doesn’t have his genetic disorder.
“Wow” praise him Ashley, when he arrives to his friends “You looks especially good today! Will you have a date?!”
“Haha” sniffs at her question Dominick “You would be the first person to know if I would have a date”
“Anyway, you look amazing” smiles Ash.
“Thanks” shrugs Dominick his shoulder.
Actually, he didn’t try to look better than anytime. He wears a tailor-made – almost all of his clothes are uniquely made, as no ready-for-wear clothes pass on him – snazzy jeans, which stretches on his bubble butt and massive thighs, a bit loose on the waist, and in the front, he has a ridiculous bulge. Nobody has so large assets what this gigantic basket suggests that Dominick has. It looks like he has stuffed two large oranges and a two pounder of sausage into his slip under his jeans. Well, Dominick has not only immense muscles, but he has equally immense endowments as well. As it is not possible to hide it, so he even not trying to do so. Under the jeans he wears a pair of slip – he hates boxer shorts as they are not holding his massive manhood at all – which holds his equipment tight and proud, so it is obvious to anybody, that Dominick either has world record sized manhood and balls, or he stuffs his crotch. Everybody think the last.
On his upper body he wears a stylish t-shirt, which perfectly clings onto his godlike body, and do not hide anything from it. His t-shirt so tight that almost tears off from his unbelievably massive, bulging muscles.
“Well, guys, let’s start a nice new day in Woodrow Wilson” Dominick sighs.

After the first class Dominick walks on the corridor to the next class, when he tumbles into a gang of girls standing around an alone one. Dominick knows this squad very well: the leader is the black haired beauty, the hottest girl in the school, Gillian. The other five girls are her hangers-on, all beautiful sexy girls, the hot team of the school.
The one on the ground is also not unknown to him, though they have never spoken to each other even one word. Her name is Dylan, maybe, and she is a sophomore in the school, makes her one year younger then Dominick. Actually, she is a real cutie, with her curly, dark blonde hair, sweet features, pouty, kissable lips, and sparkling, dark blue eyes. Her glasses making her even cuter, and to this adorable face belongs a killer body of a dancer. Her yoga pants don’t hide her perfectly shaped, muscular thighs, and unbelievably round, and taut, perky ass.
Dylan tries to collect her books, but Gillian hunting Dylan’s hand with her stiletto clad foot.
“Come on Dilly! Pick up your books! Hurry hurry! Pick up your books!” they chanting “Pick up your books!”
Dominick put on the pace and few moments later arrives to Dylan. He crouches too and starts to collect the books. The chanting is broken off. No foot tries to trample on his hand.
“What the hell are you doing, freak?!” shouts Gillian.
“I help to this girl to collect her scattered books” answers Dominick “By the way, my name is Dominick, and not freak”
“Who the fuck cares what is your frickin’ name?!” Gillian almost went crazy “Drop those crappy books down and fuck off, freak!!!”
Dominick composedly collecting the books with Dylan, who speechless follows him. Then they stand up. Dominick give all the books to her, then takes one step to Gillian.
“Why do you think, that you can give me any order!” asking her.
“What the hell you think you are, freak, to screw my play up!?!?” Gillian shouts and tries to slap Dominick in the face. Dominick, give the lie to his gigantic muscles, leans away from the hit with so ease like a dancer.
“I will not hit you” says calmly to the girl “but don’t believe even for a moment, that you can hit me”
“Then my boyfriend will blow the shit out of you!!!” hisses the hacked off girl.

 

[MissKitty19]

Dylan accepted her books with a soft grin, her fingers ached where they were trod on. And thanked the boy. They still had an audience, and when her tormenter had used her boyfriend to threaten the enormous boy. Dylan spoke from behind him in a hushed tone. Though loud enough that the threatening girl could hear her as well.

“ Her boyfriend is twenty two… Harming someone under eighteen would likely get him charged with assault, and bring into question his girlfriend’s age difference.” The girl’s gaze at Dylan, narrowed dangerously. Though there was truth in her words and the silent threat of that truth was enough to shut the girl up and push her to retreat.

Dylan would, like the rest of them, rush off to class, not before her uninjured hand rested gently on an arm and sincerely thanking him. She would run into him again after the classes for the day ended. And would need to rush off. Her mother outside waiting in the car. She’d pause though to thank the boy again, unafraid of muscle, after all, it came in handy for a dancer to have a bit. The male partners that she’d had would kill for at least half of his definition.
“Dominick? Right?”
Another smile. Her injured hand, which had begun to bruise throughout the day, hidden by the sleeve she let fall from her wrist, so just her clear polished fingertips showed.
“Thank you, seriously, its thanks to you that I don’t have a broken hand.” The bruises would anger her mother enough, especially since Dylan would have to blame it on her own clumsiness. Her mother wouldn’t abide her daughter looking anything less then perfect on that audition stage. “ Though I think you’ve made a victim of yourself in a sense. Gillian will be after you next, and not in the way most boys desire. You will have ruined any chance you may have had with her.”
Every guy in the school seemed to want the girl who tormented her, though Dylan had never really understood why. The girl was awful in all but her face. Dylan had never really cared. Her days were a bit lonely, but full. Still, this boy had put a target on his back to help her.

“ W-would you walk with me?” Their school wasn’t large but company between the two of them would ensure that they could make their way to the exit unharmed or uninterrupted. It would have extended their opportunity to chat as well. She was curious about why he had chosen to help her and wanted to ask but there was no words for such an awkward topic. Dylan rarely wanted to linger around others, though oddly she found herself wanting to do so around this boy. Older then her. She’d only seen him in the corner of her vision. Her hand, the one not cradling her bag or books pushed up the bridge of her glasses, revealing the bruises forming on her delicate hand.

“ If you’d like… I’ll be in the studio in the morning, practicing before class… I’d not say no to some company.” And with that she made her way to her mother’s car, sliding inside the older woman asked who he was, and Dylan found herself having to explain more then just her bruised hand.

- - -
The next morning she was sweating. As she fell against the mirror she inhaled softly. She couldn't get it right, no matter how hard she tried. Though if she didn't she'd never get the part in the company and her mother would have yet another year to nag at her. She opened her history book and while resting with water in her wrapped hand. Deciding dates for a test later that day as she rose and set the bottle down. Through the rather intense workout, her hair had tumbled from where she had pulled it back.

She moved, the slippers on her feet worn as they supported her toes as she extended her leg lifting it up so that the spread of both of them was almost a strait line, a slow spin and then a sweeping of that leg using it to propel her into a leaping dimplier where she stumbled and land hard against the wooden floor. She curse and rose again, repeating the action for success this time. The practice leotard she wore a soft grey over matching tights in a similar color. a sweater, big with a zipper right up the front. It covered her bottom like a dress almost when she stood still. Though she didn't often.

 

[SteelStudBoy]

In the morning Dominick started in the gym at opening, at 6:00 am. Usually his workout lasts almost 2 hours long, but now he shortened a bit, and after a shower he jumped in his car, and rushed to the school.
Yesterday, Dylan told him, that she will be in the studio, and she would love some company. So, he would like to catch her there, before she finishes her training. She is a very nice girl, and seems, that she is not scared by his huge muscles. Would be too early to say, that he would like to date her, but yes, he would like to get to know her, and see, what happens? He tried to dress up for today a bit more easy on the eye, but not to be obvious, that he would like to impress her. So, he wears a t-shirt, which is not so plain, and a stylish jeans, which hugs his thighs, and bubble butt nicely. As usually nobody believes him that he is not stuffing out his crotch, he tried to adjust his mammoth assets in a less prominent way, however that is a mission impossible.
He was hoping, that the cops were still sleeping, when he shot through the streets to the school.
When he entered the dance studio in the school, Dylan was doing an amazing dance move, with standing only on one leg, other is raised high up, like a split, just vertically, then spin slowly, after that she swung her raised leg, and performed a graceful, high leap. Her mouthwatering thighs has to be really strong to hop so high, with so less swing, and this amazed him.
Dominick could take a good look at her unperceived, and of course, he didn’t miss the opportunity. He admitted again, that Dylan is a very beautiful girl. Very much the one, who appeals to him really. She wears tights, and a leotard, which doesn’t hide anything from her long, tautly muscular legs. Only a dancer can have such a perfect, lithe, yet muscular legs and thighs. Her sweater was a bit large to her, zipped up, and as she moved, it rose up a bit, and showed to the world her amazingly round, tempting ass. It seemed hard as rock, yet girlish and utterly feminine.
“Wow” Dominic said, when she has finished the obviously difficult dance move and he could get a word as he saw her tantalizing body “You are amazing!”
She turned to him with an expression on her pretty face which seemed to Dominick surprise. Then her features lightened, as she flaunted a smile.
Dominick blushes slightly, then he answered shyly:
“Amazing moves… Amazing bod…”
Her demeanor after his words was unfathomable to him, and that made him a bit uncomfortable. Dominick was relieved, that she seemingly dropped the previous topic. The courting is a hard work for him, and he is not really good in it.
“Most of my friends calls me Dom” he answered, then to her interest he a bit hesitated, finally with a slight blush he told:
“Nicky”