My Fantasy Girl
by SixPack
Johnny finds out just how big and strong his old friend Jill has become


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Jill had a crush on me ever since I've known her. She never told me, but I
knew. Although I didn't have the same feelings for her as she did with me, we
were still best friends. We grew up together. She lived around the corner from
me. She was the only person my age in the neighborhood.

She was a year younger than me - 12 years old. And although I was not
attracted to her, she was very pretty. She had long wavy blond hair, cute
face, green eyes and very slim. She always dressed conservatively; long pants
and a loose shirt. She was kind of shy. I was one of her only friends. And I
guess you can say she was my only friend, too.

We always hung out in the park after class; playing Frisbee or basketball or
catch or wondering the horse trails or just laying in the grass.

One day, after playing tag for a while, we collapsed on the grass and she
asked me, right out of the blue, "What's your fantasy, Johnny?"

I was a little embarrassed. Although we were close, I never told her
everything. "What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, what is your dream girl like? What does she look like? How does she
act? What does she do?" she asked while caressing my arm with her long nails.

Woah! What a loaded question! Where does she come up with this stuff? And what
is she doing? She's always been touchy-feely, but this was way different. It
gave me the butterflies. "Why do you want to know?" I asked, trying to avoid
the question.

"Well we've known each other for so long. And best friends are supposed to
know everything about each other. No secrets. And I want to know you better."

I felt like I was being guilt tripped. But she was right. Best friends should
know everything about each other. But I was hesitating. I really don't want to
tell her. She might laugh at me. She might think I'm weird and never want to
hang out with me anymore. But she had this look in her eye - I never saw it
before - that made me unable to resist her. And she went from caressing my arm
to playing with my hair.

"Okay. But you have to promise me not to laugh."

"Oh, I would never do that to you, Johnny."

And then with a big comforting smile, she dabbed her finger on my nose. For
the first time in my life, I felt attracted to her. But I couldn't understand
why. I just knew I couldn't resist her. She wanted to know and I was going to
tell her.

"C'mon, you can tell me. I won't tell anybody, I promise." I must have been
silent for too long.

"Well, okay. About a year ago, I walked into the comic book store like I
always did, searching through the comics for something new. But nothing
appealed to me. And I had time to kill, so I browsed through the store. And I
noticed that a few feet from the counter was a Playboy Magazine. . . "

"Oh, that's the type you like?"

"Well, yeah, uhh, not exactly. I looked at the cover. The girl was gorgeous.
And I wanted to pick it up and flip through the pages, but the counter guy was
looking at me, so I left it alone. And that's when this other magazine caught
my eye."

"Oh, what was it, Johnny? Tell me."

"Well, it was a muscle magazine. And on the cover was a picture of a half
naked girl with big muscles! And I couldn't take my eyes off her. So I bought
the magazine and three other comic books. And as soon as I got home, I looked
through the entire thing, looking at all the strong girls.

"So your fantasy woman would be strong with big muscles?"

"Yeah. The bigger the better. I would love it if she could beat me in
arm-wrestling. You don't think I'm weird, do you?"

"Of course not!" And to prove it, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Wow! She
never did that before. "I have a little muscle. Do you want to see?"

She does? I never would have thought. Well, she does always wear long sleeves.
She says she's always cold. She pushed her sleeves up and made a muscle. She
had one alright. It was a small one - a slight bump. But she had one.
Instinctively, I reached out to touch it.

"You like it?"

"Yeah. It's a little hard, too! I never thought you worked out."

"I don't. It's from the basketball and stuff we play."

"So now that you know my fantasy, tell me yours."

"I can't tell you mine."

What?! I felt betrayed after I told her my deepest secret. She can't trust me
with hers? "Why not?"

"Not today. Not now. But I promise I will tell you when the time is right. I
promise." I must have looked doubtful because she then added, "Have I ever
broken a promise to you?" she asked while caressing my arm again. And she
looked at me with those eyes that I couldn't be angry at.

"No, you haven't."

"So you trust me when I say I will tell you?"

How could I say no? My mind was still doubtful, but my heart believed her
every word. "Yes. I trust you."

After that day, our friendship went back to normal. It was like that day, that
conversation, never happened. And I graduated about two months later. I went
to a private high school. As I made new friends, I saw Jill less and less.
Instead of everyday, we hung out once a week, until she graduated a year
later. She went to an all girl high school. And for the next three years, we
didn't see each other at all.

I got good grades and was accepted to a very good university. I moved into my
new dorm - my first time away from home. My room mate, Jerry was cool. He had
a lot of energy, though. He could never stay still for a minute. And he loved
to lift weights. And he loved the way he looked. I don't think I ever saw him
wearing a shirt. And I couldn't blame him. If I had muscles like that, I
wouldn't wear a shirt either. He always checked himself out in the mirror
making biceps poses and chest poses. And he always kept telling me to feel his
muscles. After telling him to get lost ten times, I finally gave in to shut
him up. He felt pretty strong. Eventually, feeling his bi's became a daily
ritual, along with measuring his arms, chest, and waist. He was completely
obsessed. He worked out every day and I never touched a weight in my life. He
was always surrounded by beautiful women. And I haven't had a girlfriend since
sophomore year in high school. Maybe lifting weights would help.

Just before the start of my second year of college, I got a call phone call
while unpacking my things in my dorm room.

"Hi, Johnny! It's me! How are you?"

The only person who ever called me Johnny was Jill. But it didn't sound like
her. I must have hesitated too long. "It's Jill! Don't you remember?"

"Jill, hi! Of course I remember! It just didn't sound like you. Your voice
sounds a little deeper." It must be her after-puberty voice. After all, the
last time we spoke she was 12. She must be about 17 now. I wonder how well she
blossomed?

"Well, I'm all grown up now. No more kiddie voice."

"Well, it's great to hear from you."

"I wanted to tell you that I'll be going to school with you. I was hoping you
could show me around tomorrow? Help me get familiar with the campus?"

"Oh, it'll be my pleasure. Meet me tomorrow about noon."

I never really thought about her since I went off to school. But after that
phone call, I couldn't wait to see her. I made some friends on campus, but not
close friends like Jill. I spent most of my time with Jerry and studying. I
would most definitely welcome Jill's company. We have lots to catch up on.
Maybe it'll be like old times. The more I thought about Jill, the more I
realized that my life seemed kind of empty during the years that we were
apart.

There was a knock on the door at exactly noon. She's right on time. I opened
the door. . . and my heart skipped a beat. I've always been taller than her,
if by only a few inches. Still, I expected her to be shorter than my current
5' 7". But damn! Now I was looking up to her! She must have been well over 6
feet! And she had the most beautiful face you can ever dream of looking at.
High cheek bones, small narrow nose, full pink lips, and those green puppy dog
eyes!

"My God Jill! It's, it's great to see you again."

"Hi Johnny." She bent down and kissed me on the cheek and walked in. I almost
melted. After I closed the door, I noticed she was wearing a long black trench
coat. That was odd. It was warm enough outside without needing a coat.

"What's with the coat?" I asked. "You cold?"

"No. No. Sit down a minute. I've got something to show you."

I sat down on the bed and she stood a few feet in front of me. I felt a little
weird. I thought I wasn't being a good host. "Can I get you something to
drink?"

"No thanks. I'm fine. I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time now.
But I wanted to wait for the right moment. . . "

I figured she was going to tell me she had a crush on me for a long time. I
knew she did and I think she almost told me on a few occasions, but lost her
nerve. I thought I'd jump in and let her know that I already knew. "Jill, I
know wha - -"

"Shh. Let me finish." She sweetly said. I couldn't refuse those eyes. "I've
been in love with you for a long time. And I know you know. And I wanted to
tell you all those years ago. But I was afraid it would have ruined our
friendship. So I never said anything. I knew you liked me, but I thought
admitting my feelings to you scare you away. Do you remember when I asked you
what your fantasy was?"

Oh my God! She remembered? My entire body felt all prickly with embarrassment.
I felt my face turn a deep red. And she noticed it.

"Well I asked you because I wanted you to love me back. I wanted to be your
fantasy girl. And now I am."

I couldn't say a thing. My mind was spinning. I wish I never told her that
fantasy. It's way too embarrassing. And what did she mean she's my fantasy
woman?

She unbuttoned the top button of her trench coat. "I spent the last. . . " she
unbuttoned the second one, ". . . six years getting ready. . . " she undid the
third, ". . . for this moment." She undid the rest and let the coat slide off
her arms. I was in shock! I was completely unprepared for this. The most
muscular person I have ever seen in my life was standing right before me.

She wore a white sleeveless cut off T-shirt and short blue jeans. Her whole
body ripped with bulging muscle. She flexed her right arm and this gigantic
ball of muscle popped up from out of nowhere. She was very vascular and very
ripped.

She relaxed her arm and extended it toward me. "My fore arm is 17 inches. My
upper arm is 19". . . relaxed, 24" flexed. Go ahead, feel it.

I couldn't move. I just sat there, staring, wanting to throw myself on to her
- for my entire body to feel her every curve, her every vein, her every
muscle. Here stood the most gorgeous girl I ever laid eyes on and I was too
embarrassed, or too shocked, to move. So she decided to help.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. C'mon. Feel it. I know you want to." And
she placed her hand onto mine. I couldn't believe how gentle and graceful she
was, probably even more so than when we were kids. I just expected her
movement and grip to be tough and rough. She placed my hand on the forearm of
her extended arm. Her veins and her muscle felt like bumpy steel. I gripped
tighter but could not reach around her arm all the way. And then she flexed
her wrist! It was like a steel balloon expanding with air! My inhibitions left
me left me and I grabbed her bicep. She flexed and I was in another world. My
room mate's muscles felt nothing like this! His muscle would give a little
when I felt it. Jill's didn't move at all. It's as though Jill has hard,
erotic, hypnotizing muscle and Jerry had soft, showcase muscle.

"I knew you'd like the new me." To prove it, I stood up. My eyes were level
with the middle of her rippling pecs. I looked up to her and she brought her
head down and we passionately kissed. I put my arms around her. It was
intoxicating! Every square inch of her body was rock solid. Nothing like
Jerry's muscles. I'd give him a massage now and then, but compared to Jill,
Jerry was soft and malleable. I'd probably hurt myself massaging Jill. But
that didn't stop my hands from probing her shoulders, her granite-like back,
and her ass! Holy shit! Not only was her ass as hard as steel, it was ripped,
too! I could feel every striation, every valley and every hill on that ass
through her jeans. Through her jeans!

Jill broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Seems like I'm taller than
you now, big boy. You know how much?" She hesitated. I couldn't speak,
couldn't even shake my head no (although my hands were still exploring her
massive packed back and ass), and I was dying to know. After a very long few
seconds, she whispered, "I'm 6' 6"." Jesus Christ. She's about a foot taller
than me! I was turned on even more and we continued our kiss.

She stepped back so that I could take her all in. "What do you think of my
abs, Johnny?" And as she rubbed her abs a few times, she asked me," Do you
like what you see?" And then she put he massive arms behind her head and
flexed her abs. I nodded, "Uh-huh" was all I could manage to say.

"Go ahead, feel them." My God. That's all that came to mind. I should be lucky
I was even able to come up with that thought. She didn't have a 6-pack. She
had an 8-pack. And the muscles jutted out obnoxiously. The valleys in her
stomach were so deep that it easily swallowed half my finger. Jerry's abs
might as well have been painted on.

Once some sort of thought started flowing through my head again, I asked, "You
know Jill, I-I would really love to arm wrestle you." She gave me the most
approving smile. My heart melted. She's right. She is my fantasy girl."