Regular Show One Pull Up Novels & Stories

My voice came out lower than I meant. He pushed off the door and walked past me without answering. I turned to watch him. He stopped in front of the pull-up bar bolted to the wall between two mirrors. He reached up, wrapped both hands around it, and pulled himself up in one clean motion. His shirt lifted. I saw the line of muscle across his stomach and the way his arms locked at the top. I swallowed. “Adam.” He dropped back down. Turned to face me. His breathing was even. Mine wasn’t.

Girls were coming because apparently he was really famous among ladies. I was giggling at his discomfort when my phone showed me that Sarah sent me a picture. It was some dark room with weird setting. We play this kind of game a lot. I would have to stare it for few seconds and when I blink, I would see something else in the picture. I was going to stare when Alex snatched my phone from my hands. I looked at him confusingly after he deleted that. "Never ever stare at anything she sends, got it?"

"Okay, let's ѕее how good уоu are wіth brаѕ!" I shrugged. I'm nоt аn еxреrt, but thіѕ wаѕ gоіng tо bе easy, hеr back wаѕ fасіng me. I looked dоwn, аnd quісklу slipped thе catch, allowing Sara tо рull Alіѕоn'ѕ brа ѕtrарѕ оff hеr arms аnd аwау.

The air thickened with challenge. Two could play this game. I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately casual, and crossed my arms under my breasts. The movement made my towel shift, riding up my thighs. I watched his gaze flicker down, then back up. His jaw tightened. He did three more pull-ups, muscles straining, before dropping to the floor with cat-like grace. He grabbed a towel, not to cover up, I noticed, just to wipe his face. When he turned to face me fully, I had to work to keep my expression neutral.

RICHARD's POV Andre pulled his shirt off like it was nothing. No announcement, no pause in the work. He just grabbed the hem, pulled it over his head, tucked it into his waistband, and picked up the next crate. I kept my eyes on the box in front of me. Thirty seconds. Maybe less.

“Pull against the band. Lift toes to shin.” Tiana gripped the table edges. Her foot trembled, moved an inch, held two seconds, collapsed. Frustration flashed in her eyes. Nikolai stepped closer, placed a hand on her shoulder firmly. “Again.” She tried. A tiny lift. Mara nodded. “Quality over quantity.”

Bending over, I pulled the shorts up and held them in place. “Okay.”

i whispered "Come on ella open it if I pull them down my way it'll hurt more so open the button it'll be end soon" But when I didn't comply he adds "I'll close my eyes now do it fast come on" Reluctantly I opened my shorts button and he pulled them down I tilt my face to look at him and he actually has closed his eyes , I sighed in relief He pulled my panty down and I gasped "I can't see anything ella so relax and give me the tube the red one"

She nods, and leans over and pecks him on the cheek, “Okay. I need to do a few warm up exercises for my fingers if we’re doing this today.” She turns and looks around the room. The ceiling had steel I-beams across it. She wraps her arms around one of the supporting pillars and quickly scales it, then crosses to the middle of one of the I-beams to do pull ups using her fingertips. George was watching her closely, but she tries to ignore him and focus on the exercises that she’d not had a chance to do yet. She turns herself around and does pull ups facing the other way, then does several turns on the beam, gripping with just her hands.