Alisa's First Boyfriend




The sleepy village where Alisa lived didn't have a lot to offer a young man.
Tom was 19, and his family had just moved into the first new house to be built
for years. He didn't drink, and so the tavern didn't appeal to him. Sadly, the
only other thing for him to do was what all young men did in the village;
manual labour. Tom hated it, and after about a week decided that though it
might be good for his fitness, it did nothing for his mind. Before moving to
the village, he had graduated from a school in the big city with good grades.
He wanted to continue studying, and convinced his father to pay for a home
study course in history. Such a thing was expensive, but they were a fairly
wealthy family.

It was the middle of the winter. The sleepy village was almost comatose. Tom
had walked to the village store to pick up some porridge for his mother. He
walked into the shop.

"Hello, Mrs Mulligan"

"Oh, hello Tom. How're yer parents?"

"Very well, thankyou"

As he said this Alisa walked in behind him. Her incredibly developed physique
was hidden from view by full length baggy trousers and a wooly jumper, but her
facial beauty was still plain to see. She saw Tom staring at her open mouthed.

"Hello."

"Err, hi..."

Alisa flashed a smile.

"What can I get you, young lady?" said Mrs Mulligan.

"Just some porridge oats, please."

"Exactly what I came for!" Tom managed to blurt out. He'd truly never seen
such a beautiful girl. Sure, she looked to be a little overweight, but her
face was amazing!

"Oh, what a coincidence"

"I'm Tom. Pleased to meet you." He extended a hand.

"Alisa. You're the new boy, aren't you?" She took his hand and shaked it. Her
grip was quite firm, he thought, but the skin on her hands was soft and warm.
A shiver went down his spine.

"Uuuuh, yeah, that's me."

"Well, if you ever need showing round, I've lived here all my life. You'll
find me at the farm." said Alisa, and hefted a large sack of oats over her
shoulder. "See you around Tom"

"Yeah, thanks..." He watched her walk off. She had a great rear end, solid
looking. After a while he grabbed a sack himself and tried to haul it onto his
shoulder. He managed it on the second attempt. Man, it was heavy! That poor
girl would be well worn by the time she got back to the farm.

He paid Mrs Mulligan and left the shop. He felt tired almost immediately, but
thankfully only had a short journey home. How did Alisa make it look so easy?
Must be a knack.

The following day, Tom did his usual studying. It was still cold out, but he
decided to go for a walk anyway. He walked into the village again, since there
was little beyond it other than flat grassland. After he'd passed a few houses
he turned down an alleyway. He felt a sudden pain on the back of his head and
fell down face first. A gruff voice came from behind him.

"Now, let's see what coin you carry, city boy..." Tom was groggy and his
vision was blurred, but he could make out two figures, one tall, the other not
so tall. The taller figure then turned round, but suddenly flew backwards,
arcing through the air and landing a good 3 metres on the other side of Tom!
His assailant lay still on the ground. Tom passed out.

When he awoke, Tom was laying in his bed at home, a wet flannel on his
forehead. He still felt a little woozy. His mother sat on the bed next to him.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been mugged."

"Well, hardly surprising I suppose. That was a nasty bump on the head you got
there. The doctor came and had a look at you while you were out. There's no
concussion, just a bruise. You slept like a baby."

"Who...who was it back there? There were two.."

"Oh, well this nice girl called Alisa found you."

"Alisa..."

"Yes, in fact she insisted on staying here until you woke up. She wants to
make sure you're okay."

"Oh...well send her up!"

"Okay sweetheart. But your father and I have to go out tonight, remember? We
were all going out to the big dance in the village, but you're in no fit state
now. I was going to have to ask old Mrs Smith next door to look after you."
She kissed his cheek. "Goodbye, dear. We probably won't be home until
tomorrow..." She walked out. Tom sat up in his bed and tried to think back to
what happened. A knock at his bedroom door.

"Come in." Alisa walked in, all smiles. Tom thought again how sad it was that
she was overweight, with a face like that....

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, fine!"

"Good. About what happened...I don't know what you saw but I hope I didn't
scare you. I really like you, Tom, and I don't want you to get the wrong
impression. I know I'm a little different to those skinny girls you're
probably used to having as your girlfriend, but I want you to give me a
chance." Tom was just staring.

"Alisa...I don't know what to say! You like me! Well, I like you too! And I
don't know what all this 'scaring off' stuff is about but you haven't so far!"
He took her right hand in both of his.

"Listen, there's no need to be insecure about how you look. You've got the
most beautiful face I've ever seen in my life, even if you are a little fat!"

Alisa's jaw dropped.

"You think I'm..." Tom realised how rude he had been.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you, I..." he said....but Alisa
was laughing! "What's so funny?"

"You think I'm fat!"

"I said I was sorry."

"Tom, I'm not fat. Feel my arm and tell me I'm fat. Go on, feel it." She left
her arm relaxed. Tom looked puzzled and reached over.

"It feels....HOLY SHIT!" Alisa tensed her arm up. "You...you've got muscles!"

"Yup. But now tell me you aren't scared off. Every man's the same. First
they're shocked, then impressed, then curious, then turned on. Then scared."

"Alisa, I'd like to tell you a secret. I'm not your ordinary guy, any more
than you're an ordinary girl. You see I have this....thing for girls like you.
I think a girl with muscles is the sexiest thing in the world. Especially a
beautiful girl with muscles. Like you. What's wrong?" Alisa was crying.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"It's true! You're HAVE to be the most beautiful girl in the world!" Alisa
reached over and hugged Tom. She felt great against him.

"Thank you." She went back to sitting on the bed. "Well...one good turn
deserves another." She took off her jumper. Underneath she had a short
sleeveless top. Tom was in awe as he could see her physique in all its
muscular glory. Her arms were unreal as they hung by her side. She smiled
seductively. Her chest was full but not too big, and pushed against her top.
Her abs were absolutely perfect, symmetrical, seperated, and BIG. Her stomach
looked invincible. Her forearms were split like steel cords even relaxed, and
her triceps poked out from her arms. She was just incredibly buff, and all
this with the most flawless, angelic face Tom had ever seen perched on top.

"Are you scared yet?" asked Alisa. Tom just stared. Then the show began. Alisa
started with a double biceps, her favourite. She slowly raised both arms
straight above her head, then pulled them down and tensed with all her might.
Two boulders jumped off her arms, enormous biceps that exuded power and
strength. She smiled still.

"How about now?"

"Oh my god!" Tom was in heaven.

Alisa, biceps still tensed fully, went from smiling to looking mean. She
curled her lip and stared down as she pumped her arms repeatedly. She suddenly
dropped her arms and quickly crawled up the bed to Tom. She got close and went
onto her knees so her breasts almost touched Tom's face. Then she dropped down
again, slowly, and smiled sexily. She flexed her right bicep at Tom. Then she
kept her arm at right-angles and quickly tensed and relaxed the muscle. It
jumped quickly, first relaxed, then peaked and hard.

"Can...can I..." muttered Tom.

"As much as you want." said Alisa, knowing what he was going to say. Tom
reached out and put his hand on her bicep.

"Wow! It's so hard!"

"Try and squeeze it." Tom tried, but it was just too hard. Alisa giggled
cutely.

"Let me see yours" she said. Tom, feeling a fool, but willing to do anything
to please this girl beyond his dreams, rolled up his sleeve and flexed his
arm. His bicep was small but defined and round. Alisa reached over and felt
it. Even the way she stroked and squeezed his meagre offering turned Tom on.
Alisa giggled again.

"I'm so pathetic." said Tom.

"Aww, I think it's cute" said Alisa and gave Tom a peck on the lips. "Like
you." Tom couldn't believe it. This girl could easily overpower him, force him
to like her. But she seemed to genuinely like Tom.

"You're stomach is incredible" said Tom. "May I?" Alisa nodded. Tom put his
hand flat on her armour plated midriff. It was just as hard as her bicep, and
heaved gently as Alisa breathed. Tom stroked with both hands now, feeling
every muscle individually. The Alisa tensed her stomach, and each square
muscle jumped out in incredible definition. Tom couldn't believe what he was
feeling. He could almost get his finger between the two halves of her
six-pack. And were they hard! Now that Alisa was tensing up, Tom couldn't see
how anything could hurt this girl. It would take a kick from a horse to wind
her, and he wasn't sure about even that.

Alisa turned around and flexed her triceps. Tom had never seen anything like
it! If her biceps were boulders, her triceps were horseshoes. They were
massive, too.

"You look as strong as an ox!" blurted Tom. Alisa turned her head and smiled.

"You think that's impressive?" She flared her lats and tensed every muscle in
her back. She was very wide, without an ounce of fat, and Tom again wondered
what it would take to cause this muscle girl pain. He imagined that back
taking a beating from an ironmonger's hammer. He rubbed Alisa's back. Same as
the rest of her, as hard as steel.

"Mmm, that feels good..." said Alisa. Tom started to massage her neck and
back. It hurt his hands, but it was worth it. Alisa moaned occassionally. The
she turned to face Tom again.

"No-one's ever given me a massage before."

"They don't know what they're missing!" She gave him a cute peck on the cheek.
"You're so kind, Tom." Then she got up and stood at the far side of the room.
She stood there for a moment with her hands on her hips, her entire upper body
tensed, smiling girlishly. Then she reached down and took off her trousers.
Underneath she was wearing right leather shorts. Her legs screamed power. Tom
stared at them. They were so wide there was hardly a gap between them. And
every single muscle in them stood out even when they were relaxed. She looked
like she could kick a boulder like a football, or crush an anvil between her
thighs. Alisa flexed each thigh a few times. Then she stood with her hands on
her hips again.

"Well, come on Tom. I'm all yours." She rippled her stomach muscles, up and
down. Tom got out of bed and walked over to his dream girl. He knelt down and
felt her thighs. She tensed them. After a while he moved round to her calves.
Tom had never seen a bicep bigger than Alisa's calves! They were an exquisite
shape, and firm. Alisa went onto tip-toes and they went from firm to hard, big
to huge.

"Unbelieveable!" He felt them for a while, as Alisa tensed them in various
ways. Then he stood up next to her. She kissed him again.

"Let's see just how big you are!" said Tom. He drew himself up to his full
height, and Alisa followed suit. Tom was an inch taller, at 5 foot 8.

"One nil to me" he joked. He extended an arm straight out in front of him. He
made a fist to harden his forearm. Alisa did the same. Her forearm was vast
compared to his. It must have been double the width at least, though slightly
shorter. She drew her arm back and flexed her mighty bicep again. Tom did the
same. Where he hardly had a peak at all, Alisa's arm bulged up into a solid
muscle that was at least 16 inches round.

"I think that's one-one" laughed Alisa. She reached round and squeezed his
bicep again.

"Yow!" Tom recoiled from the pain of her grip.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" said Alisa, and hugged him. "I'm sorry!" Tom was again
shocked at how much she cared about him.

"Your grip must be amazing." said Tom. Alisa looked round the room and spotted
some slabs of lead stuck in the corner behind his wardrobe.

"Do you need them?"

"No, they were spare from leading the roof..." Before he'd finished, Alisa
strode over and grabbed the smallest slab, more of a fragment. It was a little
larger than her hand. She hefted it easily and walked back to Tom.

"Take this." Tom took it. It was heavy. "Now squeeze." He did so, but nothing
happened. He handed it back. Alisa kept staring at him sexily. She squeezed.
She squeezed harder. And harder. Until her arm was shaking and she was almost
snarling with the effort. She handed the lead back to Tom. In it were inch
deep marks where her fingers had been.

"That's impossible!" he said.

"Oh, " replied Alisa, "and I suppose this is too..." she walked back to the
lead slabs. She found the largest one. She picked it up with ease.

"That thing must weigh a ton! I'd say it was impossible!" said Tom.

"Not that. This." Alisa placed the slab over her knee and pushed down on both
sides.

"Ha ha, yes, that IS impossible!" Tom watched as she futilely pushed on the
metal slab. There wasn't a human being alive that could bend that in half.
Still, Alisa was giving it her all. Her arms bulged as she pushed with all her
strength. Her triceps stood out in rigid definition. Her lats bulged out.
Veins popped up all over her body.

"Alright, Alisa, you've already impressed me enough. Don't hurt your...." Tom
gasped audibly. Alisa's face had turned red. Her arms bulged larger than he
had seen. Her abs tightened to concrete hardness. Her entire upper body seemed
to grow as she tensed up her muscles harder than she ever had before. She
started to yell like an animal. Still she seemed to tense harder and harder!
Tom had never imagined such definition was possible, for anybody, never mind a
cute 16 year old girl! Incredibly, the slab was starting to give way. Alisa
yelled louder and tensed still harder. Her arms shook. The slab finally bent
down into a U-shape. She let it drop to the floor and sat down on the bed. Her
chest heaved up and down. She was damp with sweat.

"I don't believe it. No-one could possibly be that strong!" said Tom. Alisa
smiled.

"It was a good workout, I'll say that. Wow, I've never had a pump like this
before.." She slowly curled up into a double biceps pose. She tensed her abs
and drew in her breath so her chest expanded massively. Tom almost leapt over
to feel her arms. He'd thought before that they were huge, and extremely hard.
But now they were gigantic, probably 19 inches round.

"I've never felt anything so hard, ever! You must be invincible!" Alisa
laughed.

"Don't be silly. Even you could hurt little old me" she winked.

"Oh, I doubt I could. I'm too weak."

"Okay then. Come on, hit me, hard as you like." Alisa relaxed her arms and
just sat there, not tensing a muscle. Tom drew back his fist.

"Are you sure about this?" he said. Alisa nodded and sat there smiling. Tom
threw his fist forward, putting as much weight behind the punch as he could.
He hit her stomach, and even after all he had seen he was expecting her to
react a little. His fist hit her relaxed stomach, but to his surprise it was
still very hard!

"Ow! I hurt my wrist!"

"Oh no!" Alisa hugged him and stroked his wrist. Her touch was surprisingly
gentle. "I'm sorry!"

"It's hardly your fault you're so hard..." She laughed and flexed her right
bicep. It was still big and pumped.

"I suppose not." She yawned and stretched, her body tensing and stretching all
over. "God, after all this I'm tired."

"Me too. Say, it's a long way back to your farm. Why don't you stay the night,
you can sleep in my bed?"

"Can I? I mean do you mind?"

"I don't mind. On one condition."

"What's that?"

"That I can sleep in my bed too."

They both grinned and got into bed.