The Professor's Daughter (and her friends) Note: This is fiction, obviously. It should be noted that it is for mature audiences. I do not normally share stuff like this when I write it but I figured why not. I can reached at perfektstranger@hotmail.com and appreciate feedback. I am not good with "proportional" stuff so anyone willing to help with that, I'd appreciate it. If there are any women who happen to stumble across this and want to chat and perhaps explore further avenues with this then email me too. I - The Arrival and meeting the girls I never saw it coming. I had known this particular professor for several years. I had him for a couple of classes in college. He was one of my favorite instructors and became a good friend even beyond the classroom. Therefore when my agent called me and told me about the book contract and the movie deal, I had called around to all my friends elated. The professor called me before I ever got the chance to get a hold of him. "Will, Come over to the house for a few days and we shall celebrate," he had said on the message he left. He gave some details about getting to his new house and told me to be there on Friday night. When I got to the house, I was amazed at it. It was beautiful with a pool and a hot tub in the back yard. There was a garden surrounding the pool and the most of the house of carefully groomed plants. I found a note from the professor on the front door. "Will, something unexpected has come up and we will be out of town for the evening. Please do me a favor and pick up my daughter at the school. Her car is in the shop and she will need a ride home." His daughter. I knew he had one but knew little about her. The way he had talked about her, she had gotten into some trouble some years ago but nothing major. It cost her getting behind a year in school and she was now (if I recall) a senior in high school. He had never mentioned much else about her. The few times I had been over to his old house, she was off with her friends doing whatever. She and I had never crossed paths before this, which was going to be a bit awkward I suppose. The only thing I knew remotely about the girl based what the professor had told me was that she takes after her mom's side of the family. Her mom's side had several tall people. Her mom was the shortest of her brothers and one sister but still stood 5'11". I imagined that the daughter therefore would've been a natural for basketball or volleyball. To my knowledge though, she did not play anything though for her school. I got in my car and headed toward the school. It was about 3:45 already and was a little after four when I got there. The girl, Melanie, was not out front waiting to my surprise. I parked and went inside. If you have seen one high school, you have pretty much seen them all. Therefore, I asked the secretary at the front office if she could help and she told me to try the coaches' offices. I headed downstairs and found the coaches had all gone but one. She knew the girl and pointed off toward the weight room as she locked her office door. Making my way toward the room, several old high school memories came back to me. I was never a jock in high school. I was the little gothic kid who was not really gothic as much as I liked black clothes. Black clothes can be worn with anything. I had other clothes in my wardrobe too but they were all mostly dark colors. I had a few bright neon shirts that I wore on occasion but mostly just to throw people off when they thought they had me figured out. I hung out with most everybody but did my best to keep to myself. I was a bit awkward but I liked being lost in a crowd. There was one person in the room and that person was lying on a bench. As I located where the noise in the room was coming from, the figure was getting up from the bench and had its back to me. I say "its" back but it was clearly a female. A very tall female in what looked to be a baggy pair of sweatpants and a low-cut concert t-shirt that was torn slightly at the top. "Miss St. James, I presume," I said to her. She turned startled, "Who are you?" "A friend of your father's, a former student of his," I answered, "My name is Will." "Oh, the writer he was talking about last night I guess," she replied unimpressed. "Yeah, I was suppose to be having dinner at your house tonight but you folks were called out of town," I explained, "I was invited to stay a few days and was asked to pick you up at school because they are not done with you car." "Cool," she said. I can't believe he had never mentioned her but then again I could see why. The girl was clearly not your typical bookworm like her father. Melanie was this huge girl super jock from the looks of it. She was easily a good five inches taller than me but I am known to be a horrible judge of height. The professor had never been into the sports teams at the college. He was of the mindset that they were a waste of time. I watched her as she started cleaning up the area where she was working out. She threw the weights back onto the weight rack with little effort. "You mind if I wait till I get home to shower?" she asked. "No," I said. We started walking up the stairs to the school lobby with her trailing behind to make sure the gym was locked up. Something told me that she had stayed late several times in the past but I made nothing of it. As we reached the lobby, she darted ahead of me. I smiled as she looked around at the few cars remaining in the lot. In the daylight, it was clear that she was a bit of a muscle girl. Not cut per se, but her arms were huge and you could tell that there was not a lot of fat on her. Melanie was not one of those bodybuilder girls but probably could if wanted to. "Which car is yours?" she asked. "The Jag," I answered, "It was a gift from my agent as part of the book deal." "Wow!" she said, finally impressed. I popped the trunk so she could throw her books and gym bag in the back. As she squeezed her long legs into the front seat and moved the seat back as far it would go, she asked again, "Since my folks are gone for the weekend, do you mind if I invite a couple of friends over?" "A wild part, eh?" I laughed as I fondly recalled a few I ventured to in my high school days. "Not hardly, just my friends Tamara and Jesse," she explained, "We have a school project we are working on. We are sort of a support group for one another. Besides, we also want to make sure we all graduate. My dad would have a fit if I flunked again." I remained silent. I was not going to sit there and lie to her. Her father was very academic by nature. As well as he and I got along, that was one thing we would never see eye to eye on. The academic versus the extra- curricular, I mean. One of the sole reasons he and I became good friends outside of class was because we are both writers. I think I helped him to loosen up a bit. He is who he is though. "Sure, I can help you girls study if you like," I offered. "Thanks for the offer but I think we can get it amongst ourselves," Melanie said. We did not say much on the way home. I think part of it was she saw me as her father's friend and thus some sort of enemy. A few times, I think she noticed I had cast a few glances her way. She was nothing like either of her folks. Which is good mind you. If her father and I had been in school together, we would not have hung out. He struck me as the kind of guy who would've been the brain of the class. I was a non-conformist by most standards and thus the antithesis of everything he held dear. I hid it well in college and I still do today. As we pulled into the drive of her house, I pondered what exactly I was going to do with my evening. Melanie jumped out of the car and grabbed not only her bags but mine as well as I popped the trunk. She grinned as I realized this and closed the trunk. I used the key that the professor had left and led the way inside. She sat our stuff down long enough to put her stuff on a sofa in the den. She then picked up all my stuff and ran upstairs to the guest room. I followed her upstairs to the room where I would be spending the next week. It was a decent size room that had an outlet I could plug both my computer and my modem into. There was also a small TV and radio on a bookshelf across from the double-sized oak bed. "We will have to share a restroom after my folks return," she explained, "The kitchen is stocked. Help yourself. I am going to call Tamara and Jesse and let them know its cool to come over." "Before you do, can I ask you two things?" I asked sheepishly. She sighed, "I am 6'9" and a little over 300lbs." "That was not the two things," I smirked, "The first was if you would let me know where you father kept his liquor cabinet." "My father quit drinking a few years ago," she said sternly then laughed, "The key to cabinet is in the top drawer of his desk and the cabinet is in the office." "The second was how you turned out so different from you parents?" I asked bluntly. She half-smiled at the comment, "We are not as different as it seems. Same dedication to our crafts just different crafts." "I see and what your craft be?" I asked. Before she could answer, the phone rang. She cut out of the room and ran downstairs. I could overhear her talking to what seemed to be one of her folks. She then hollered for me. It was her father. He wanted to make sure that she got home all right and that I got there ok. He explained to me, as he had done to her moments earlier, that he and his wife would be back Tuesday evening. He said to make sure she got to school Monday and Tuesday. There were several apologies to me for being called away so unexpectedly and that he would make it up to me somehow. I told him that I would make use of the time and start work on the second novel that I now owed my agent. He laughed and said that I should relax before rushing into it. I told him that I would see what happened and left it at that. I handed the phone back to her. She talked a bit more to her father and then hung up. She turned and looked down at me. "I am sorry for assuming you were gonna ask how big I was earlier," Melanie apologized, "I am just use to guys asking how big I am. Most of them are intimidated by me because I am such a big girl." "It's ok," I replied, "I am use to girls being tall and stuff. I covered sports in college and a lot of those girls were taller than me. Some of them were big too." "I am going to call the girls and then go downstairs and workout some more," she said. I nodded. This girl had just been working out at the school's gym. Melanie turns and headed off. She paused in the kitchen and grabbed the portable phone and was on it when she headed off down stairs. I had heard her friends arrive later. It never occurred to me to go downstairs and greet them, as I was too engrossed in writing. They were laughing and chatting downstairs before the chatting faded. I heard one of them say something about the pool and heard the door close. A few minutes later, the door closed again and there was running up the stairs. I looked up to see Melanie dart into the room. She was wearing a one- piece that had been modified somewhat. There was no midsection to it so you could see her washboard stomach. "If you don't get dressed and get out there to the pool with us, I will throw you in with those clothes on," she laughed. I got up and changed into a t-shirt and swim shorts. Melanie had already headed down to the pool. As I arrived, I was shocked. Tamara and Jesse were very tall also, not as tall as Melanie but still over my height. I stood there gawking a bit. "What's wrong?" one of them asked, it was Jesse. She had on a bikini that looked like it would snap off of her if she moved. "Nothing," I said, "I must admit that all three of you ladies are quiet attractive." "He's just saying that," Tamara retorted. "No, I am not," I assured her. "Will, all three of us are single," Melanie explained, "The guys at school are rather intimidated by us. We are taller, bigger and stronger than all the other girls. We are taller and stronger than most of the guys. I am the taller student there period. When we try to get guys to go out with us, they laugh or shy away." "I am not like the guys you go to school with," I told them. The girls jumped in the pool. After they all came up for air in the shallow in, Melanie called over to me, "Wanna see something freaky? Jump in and try to push me under." I obliged her. I jumped toward her and tried to push her forward. Instead, I collided with her back like I was jumping into a wall. "You ok?" She asked. "Yeah, I said as I came up out of the water," I just did not expect that. "I knew someone as small as you could not budge me," she said, "No offense calling you small but we are all three taller and a good bit heavier than you." "None taken," I said. Jesse waded over and put her arms on me. "Wanna see me throw you?" "Why not," I laughed. She picked me up out of the water and pressed me a few times above her head. Then after the fifth time, she threw me into the deep end. I swam back to them. "Jesse's the weakest of us probably," Melanie said. "She makes up for it though with her tits being bigger. The guys will at least stare at them," Tamara added. Jesse blushed. She was a red head though I suspect that it was dyed red some time ago. It was funny, Tamara was a brunette and Melanie was blonde. Tamara was swimming around a bit. Here were three girls who were obviously big strong girls who liked being such, but had been looked over by boys. Melanie and Jesse both seemed interested in trying to make an impression. I think Melanie realized that I was not put off by her size or anything. Tamara was not convinced of it but Jesse was. This was obvious. I smiled as I thought of something that would catch them off guard. "Your turn, Tamara," I said to her. She stood up abruptly as I said this. I swam over to her but swam past her and sat on the edge behind her. She turned and looked at me. "My turn for what?" she asked. "Well, the other two have gotten to show off some," I said, "You should too." "You're joking!" she said in disbelief. "No, it's only fair since they got too," I replied. Tamara thought for a moment and said, "Ok, climb onto my back and hold on." I did as she requested. Tamara was different than Melanie and Jessie in a few ways. The obvious difference from Jessie was she had slightly smaller breasts. The obvious difference from Melanie was she was not as tall. There was one other main difference: she had a bit more body fat on her it seemed like. She and Jessie were built like very large swimmers whereas Melanie was just plain huge. She carried me on her back to the diving board. I had assumed she was going to dive in and swim across the pool with me holding on. What followed surprised me. Tamara leapt off the diving board and flipped forward. I closed my eyes to keep from getting dizzy and perhaps clutched her a bit tighter in the process. Seconds later, we were back in the shallow end of the pool. I let go of her and let her catch her breath. She was barely winded. "That was incredible," I exclaimed. "You are the first guy to ever ask me to show off my strength to him," she said. "The first for any of us," Melanie chimed in. Jessie added, "Usually when we do, that's the end of the relationship because the guy is scared off." "I am not intimidated by you girls or your size and muscle," I assured them, "BUT! I do believe you ladies were suppose to be studying." "Yeah, we were suppose to be," Melanie laughed. "Not that it will do much good," Tamara bemoaned, "I think some of teachers already want us to flunk." "Why?" I asked. "Tamara and I are going to graduate early," Jessie said, "We want to go to college with Melanie and so we started planning this a while back. There are a few teachers and students who would rather we did not." "None of us have the best disciplinary records," Melanie confessed, "If I don't pass all of my classes then I have to be a senior next year. I think I can manage it but I still have my father breathing down my neck." "I will make a deal with the three of you," I said, "You study for the next say two or three hours tonight and promise me you will study for three hours tomorrow and Sunday. Ask me for help if you need it and I will help. You do that and I will see to it that they do not hold you ladies back. I will also get your father off your back, Melanie." "You'd do that for me and for us?" Melanie asked. "I am not done," I said, "I will also give you girls an audience for you three to show off your strength and muscles." "OKAY!" all three of them exclaimed. The three of them got out of the pool. I smiled as they headed inside. Melanie turns around and came back to the pool. She outstretched her hand. "Grab a hold," she said, ". I took a hold of it and she lifted me straight out of the pool. How strong were these girls? If they took my offer seriously then later this evening I suppose I would find out. Part of me couldn't wait.