Katie
shamus1975@hotmail.com
I meet the woman of my dreams by jman


It was the first day of the Spring semester and as usual, I was late to my
first class. This was the start to my junior year and I still hadn't mastered
the art of getting to school on time. So I proceeded to the back of the room
in my Early Roman History class, to the only seat available. It was there that
I met Katie.

She looked rather unassuming if a bit tall. She had blonde hair that fell
about midway to her ears, tortoise shell oval shaped glasses, brown eyes and
some freckles that were light as was the rest of her skin. Her nose was small
and her lips were nicely shaped and she seemed quite cute as she beamed a
smile at me. Being the polite guy that I am, I extended my hand in greeting.
Her hand was large but the skin felt soft as we shook. I also noticed that she
had a VERY firm grip.

"Curtis," I said, introducing myself in a whisper.

"Katie," she replied in a youngish voice.

I took my seat next to Katie and proceeded to listen for my name in the roll
call, traditional on the first day of classes here. As the class proceeded, I
cracked a couple of jokes about the professor's need to go over the syllabus.
To my delight, Katie found these cracks amusing. When the class ended, I
decided to talk to Katie a little more. That's when I noticed exactly how tall
she was. I am not a small man; I stand about 6'3" tall and Katie was about an
inch taller. I also noticed that she was rather big. Not fat, I could tell
that even though she wore a big sweatshirt. She looked thickly built, that's
about the best way to put it. It was all I could do not to let my jaw hit the
floor. I quickly shook that feeling off and proceeded to walk out the door
with her.

"So, are you a history major too?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know just yet. I still haven't declared a major yet," she said.
I noticed that she had a slight lilt in her voice, kind of a soft southern
accent. "I'm still just a freshman."

"In a 300 level class?"

"Well, I've always loved history and I did really well in it back home."

"That's cool. I was always something of a history buff myself. Thought it
might make a fun career. So, where is back home? I notice you have a slight
accent."

"Texas. I'm from a small town outside Houston. Cleveland, to be exact."

"Yeah? What made you come to USF?"

"Well, my grandparents live in the area and I've always liked Florida. How
about you?"

"Born and raised in Tampa. I've done a little traveling, but I've spent most
of my time here."

"Nifty. So, what's there to do in this town? I haven't been here in a couple
years and I wasn't driving back then."

"Well, depends on what your poison is. What do you like to do?"

"Ah, pool and darts are cool. There wasn't a whole lot more to do back home."

"Those are my two favorite past times. We ought to get together sometime."

"Sounds good," she said. "I still haven't met many people here and I'm itching
to get out. Give me your number."

I did so with a wide grin on my face. I was in a bit of a drought for dates
lately and Katie was pretty cute, size and all. We said goodbye and parted
ways. I couldn't help but notice the way she filled out her jeans as she
walked away from me. Once again her size struck me as not only were her jeans
tight about her shapely butt but also down to her thighs and around her
calves. Wow, this girl's packed, I thought to myself and walked off towards
the Chinese food stand to pick up some egg rolls.

The rest of the week passed quietly as I settled into my new classes. I saw
Katie again on Wednesday and once again talked with her, mostly small talk.
She wore a loose fitting sweater that day and again I couldn't judge her body
shape, though I did see the sleeve get very tight as she picked up what was
obviously an overloaded backpack. The thing looked like it weighed at least
sixty pounds and she lifted it with one hand easily and slung it over one
shoulder.

When Friday night arrived, Katie gave me a call to see what I was up to. I
told her I had no plans and she suggested we hang out. So I picked her up at
about nine at her grandparents' house and she sprang out in an obviously good
mood. She looked quite good, slightly made up and wearing a letterman's jacket
and some tight jeans.

"Ooh, sweet ride, Curtis! A '78 Trans Am with a 6.6 under the hood."

I was impressed with her knowledge of my car, especially seeing as how none of
the revealing decals were left on the car. It was in perfect mechanical order
although the body left something to be desired. I got a sweetheart deal on it
when I was 17 so I wasn't about to complain. "Good eye, Katie."

"Yeah, I've always been something of a gearhead myself. My brother runs an
auto shop in Cleveland and I worked there over summer vacations. Had a ton of
fun. Got a '72 Nova 454 waiting for me there. I'm gonna drive it over this
summer."

"Killer. I've gotta see that thing. What did you letter in?"

"Hmm? Oh, swimming, volleyball and baseball."

"Baseball? Didn't your school have a softball team?"

"Yeah, but it really wasn't enough of a challenge. Only my little sister Kira
could give me a run for my money in sports. In case you haven't noticed, I AM
bigger than most girls around."

"No, not really." I was lying through my teeth and I think she could tell. She
flashed me a coy little smile. "So, what position did you play in baseball?"

"DH. I was never very good at fielding."

"You must have had a helluva batting average to play DH."

"It was ok. I was always more of a power hitter."

The more she talked, the more she intrigued me. It was pretty apparent that
she wasn't physically a typical 18 year old girl, but DH on her high school's
baseball team? And a power hitter at that? Caught off guard, I merely opened
her car door for her.

"Well, thank you," Katie said. "I guess chivalry isn't dead after all."

"Not on my watch it's not." I got in behind the wheel and made for the pool
hall. "Your boyfriend's not going to get jealous, is he?" I asked, hoping she
didn't have one.

"Boyfriend? Haven't had one for a while."

"Really? You seem like a sweet girl and your awfully cute."

"Don't embarrass me," she said with a smile and slight blush.

We got inside the pool hall and rented a table. I let her break and break she
did. I've played pool for a while and I'd never seen a stronger break. "I told
you that I played a lot at home. Gotten pretty good, too."

"That I can see. So, what else did you do in Cleveland?"

"Well, we had a ranch and I did a lot of work in the barn, tossing hay and
stuff. That's why I was so good at sports. That and plenty of fresh milk."

"Yeah, I can see where you seem to be pretty strong."

"Too bad most guys don't appreciate that."

"That's not entirely true. I could dig a girl who can take care of herself."

"Well, I can certainly do that."

The night went by quickly and soon it was closing time. As I was packing up
the balls, I asked her just how strong she was.

"Oh, I don't know that you're ready for that. I don't want to scare you off
the first time we go out."

"Ah, I'm a big guy. I think I can handle it."

"All right then. Sit up on the edge of the table."

I did as I was told, not quite sure of what she was going to do. She then
started removing her letter jacket for the first time that night. Underneath,
she was wearing a tight gray long sleeve t-shirt that showed off a physique
unlike any I'd seen before. Her shirt looked almost painted on and I could see
all of her curves and bulges. Her biceps, relaxed, stretched the sleeves a
great deal. Her shoulders were extremely broad while still feminine and they
bulged enormously, putting a strain on the shirt. Her breasts were obviously
quite large and firm and they held the bottom of the shirt slightly off her
stomach, which exposed her bellybutton and an obviously well defined set of
abs. My jaw felt like it fell out of socket staring at this unique physical
specimen.

"Intimidated yet?" she asked.

I stammered out a no, though it was only half-hearted. Looking at her, it was
VERY easy to see why she was a power hitter on her baseball team.

"Wanna go for a ride?" she asked. I could only nod my head. At that point, she
stuck her left hand under the heavy oak and slate pool table and, with my
weight sitting directly over her hand she began to lift the end of the table
off the floor using only her arm. Oh, and did I mention she's a righty? As she
lifted, her bicep swelled like a cannonball underneath her shirt and with her
arm bent at about 60 degrees, her bicep began to split the top of the sleeve.
At a full 90 degrees she gave me a sheepish smile, not knowing if I would be
scared or what as the seems on the sleeve and her shoulder began to tear.. I
just sat there with a look of awe on my face. "How's that for strength?"

"Fucking phenomenal!" was the best I could manage.

"You're not gonna run screaming now, are you? Do you think I'm a freak?"

"Well, I'm not going to run screaming, but as for the freak part..." I said
with a smile. "You just curled the pool table with me on it! I weigh 250!
That's AMAZING!"

"250, eh? That's just a little heavier than me."

I acted surprised, though after getting a full assessment of her body I
wasn't. "Really? You don't LOOK that heavy."

"Remember, 6'4", big muscles. I'm just like Texas."

"Well, I must say, I've always had a thing for strong girls. I just didn't
know anyone could be this strong."

"Actually," she said, gently setting the table down, "this really isn't that
heavy. By the time I was 15 I could lift the back of my dad's truck off the
ground."

"Do you mind if I touch your arm?" I asked.

"Sure; you really do like muscle girls don't you?" I nodded. "Well, I might as
well even the shirt out." And with that, she flexed out of her right sleeve as
well. "Go ahead, touch 'em."

When I did, I was surprised by the softness of her skin. The muscle underneath
was anything but soft.

"Katie, do you work out?"

"I used to but with school and all, I've kind of had to let it go. That's why
I'm not really cut."

"Yeah, but...you're beautiful. I mean, your face and that incredible body..."
I couldn't believe I was saying that. It really lit up her face, though.

"Really? You don't think I'm some scary Amazon or something?"

"Well, an Amazon yes, but anything but scary."

"You know, you're a sweet guy. Kind of cute, too."

We turned in our balls and went out to the car. On the ride home, I asked "So,
how much can you lift?"

"Well, I can bench 1000 for reps and I maxed out at 1200. I usually curl about
300."

"Jesus. 300 both arms?"

"No, individually. I can two-hand nearly 800 pounds."

"How the hell did you get to be that strong?"

"Good country living, I suppose. Also, my family used to do Vaudeville acts,
strength shows and things of that short. Runs in the blood."

"What else can you do?"

"Let's see; I've bent a barbell before. I can curl the front ends of small
cars. Once, on a dare, I ripped a basketball hoop out of this kid's front
yard. That was pretty tough."

"Damn! Can you do something like that for me tonight?"

"What, wasn't my little demonstration enough for you?"

"Well, yeah, but I'd like to see more."

Once again a look of excitement came across. "You know, you're the first
person I've been able to show off to since my sister."

"Feel free to do it whenever you want."

When we got back to her grandparents' house, she invited me in and showed me
around. It was a nice two story job on the north side. We went out to the
garage and she rounded up an aluminum baseball bat that looked fairly new.

"Check this out." she said. And with that she began to easily bend the bat.
Katie folded one end to the other like no human should be able to do. She then
presented it to me as a souvenir. "Think of me."

"I don't think I'll be able to think of anything else."

"Not bad for a girl who just turned 18, is it?"

"You just turned 18?"

"New Year's baby."

"I'm at a loss. How do I describe someone like you?"

"Think on it for a while. Believe it or not, Kira's nearly as strong as I am.
And she's only 15!"

"Good God, Katie. What's your brother like?"

"Oh, he's big and I guess he's pretty strong. Got nothing on me and Kira,
though. Must've got my dad's genes."

"Well, uh, it's getting pretty late," I said, trying to disguise a major
hard-on she'd given me. "I probably oughta hit the road. I normally don't do
this on the first date, but can I kiss you?"

"I suppose." she said, smiling. We then embraced for the most amazing kiss in
my 22 years on this planet. As I was holding her back she moved my hand down
to her hard ass and began to flex it. As she did, she split the jeans and I
got to feel the soft, smooth skin underneath. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Please do," I said, "please do."