Jenny part 1  Mark discovers Jenny's secret
By Ev 



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The first time I saw Jenny was when she joined our school at the age of 16. It
was the spring term and most of the girls liked to wear revealing tops and
short skirts to enhance their blossoming assets, and tease the boys in our
year; yet when Jenny arrived she only wore baggy sweatpants and loose fitting
t-shirts. She had long chestnut brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail
and wore large glasses that covered most of her face. While it was obvious she
was quite a good looking girl she didn't fraternize much with the social elite
in our year and so went unnoticed by the majority of other boys my age. She
also seemed a timid girl, liking to sit near to the back in our lectures, and
only answering questions that were directed towards her, although it was clear
she was intelligent as she rarely failed to answer a question. In particular
she was very shy in our gym classes, preferring to stand by and watch and only
participating when the gym teacher told her to, and even them with little
interest.

While not being the most popular boy in our school, I had had my fair share of
girlfriends and got along with the majority of people. I was single when Jenny
joined our school, and had not gone out with anyone for a couple of months but
took an immediate interest in Jenny, eager to get to know her more, although
it took me almost a couple of months of watching her before the moment
arrived.

It was a month before our end of year school dance and I still hadn't asked
anyone to come with me. Emma, a cute girl a year younger, kept approaching me
mentioning the dance although as it was customary for the boys to do the
asking, I had fended off her advances as I was waiting for the moment to
approach Jenny.

I was sitting on the school field watching Jenny from a distance when I saw
her rise from the small group of friends she generally sat with at lunchtimes.
Now was my chance. With a deep breath I jumped up and jogged over towards her.

"Hi Jenny", I called as I came within a couple of feet of her.

"Oh, hi Mark", she replied, "Is there anything I can do for you"

"I was just wandering..." the words seemed much harder to say now as I looked
beyond her glasses into her deep brown eyes.

"Yes..." she said suggestively, realizing that I needed a bit of help.

"Um, if you were going to the school dance with anyone yet?' Now I had said it
calmness came over me.

"I'm not sure if I want to go" she seemed hesitant, although by now my
confidence was growing.

"I'd love to go with you", I ventured.

"Let's say we go on a date first, and then I'll decide", she returned my
compliment. I smiled, realizing that it was now in my hands.

"Sure, what about Saturday evening at Browns, 7 o'clock", I asked.

"I'll see you there". She reached over and placed a little kiss on my cheek,
before turning around walking off to the school building.

The next few days seemed to last an eternity. While I saw Jenny occasionally
in school, we only had the chance to exchange a few glances here and there,
which only increased the feeling of anticipation inside of me. Finally,
Saturday arrived, and after doing my best to present myself I headed off to
Brown's. It was a small restaurant just outside of town where many couples
went for their first dates, as it was dimly lit and the intimate atmosphere
gave people a perfect chance to get to know each other. I had used it before
as a romantic surprise for my last girlfriend, although this time I seemed
much more nervous, and was relieved when I arrived there before Jenny, as this
gave me a chance to compose myself before our date. I asked the waiter for a
table for two, and gave him a brief description of Jenny so he could show her
where I was sitting.

Thankfully, the wait wasn't long, and after about five minutes I saw the
waiter lead Jenny to our table. She was wearing a long blue dress, although a
small jacket covered her arms. She had also taken her glasses off, really
showing off her big brown eyes that matched the color of her hair. It was the
first time I had a chance to see her body, which was usually hidden by baggy
clothes, and I have to say I wasn't disappointed in the least. Most pleasing
of all were her legs, which I saw for the first time uncovered. They were
surprisingly muscular and enhanced her figure no end. I thought she looked
fabulous, so they were the first words I told her.

"Why, thank you," she replied, "it's not often I dress up so I though I'd make
a bit of an effort."

"It's a surprise you wear such baggy clothes at school, you've got nothing to
hide." I said, instantly regretting what had come out of my mouth, as I had
clearly embarrassed her.

"Well, maybe you'll learn why I hide my body later" she said, covering my
embarrassment. I wondered what she could mean by that. The evening seemed to
be progressing quite well with us both sharing mutual interests and the
conversation never dying. I could tell she was enjoying herself as her body
language told me so. I decided it was the right time to ask her to the dance
now, as I knew we would both have a great time there, so I was a little
surprised by her reply.

"I'm not so sure you'll enjoy it there with me, I've never worn a ball gown
before", she told me.

"I love your company", I remarked, "and if you can look so beautiful in the
dress you're wearing you'll be a knockout in a ball gown."

"You see", she whispered " there's something I should tell you, I hope it
doesn't put you off me." I was intrigued now, what could she be talking about?
I reassured her that I enjoyed her company and it would take something
remarkable to put me off her.

"Well, ever since I was a young girl I've been remarkably strong," she carried
on, "and in recent years it's been getting harder to hide my strength and
muscular development."

"Wow", was all that I could say. I had always had a bit of a fancying for
muscular and strong women, but never thought I'd get the chance to meet one,
let alone so early on in my life. "I mean, you shouldn't hide your strength,
you should be proud of it, it's something few people have." "You mean you
don't mind the fact that I'm so strong", she said with a hint of delight
returning to her voice as her concern disappeared. "I think it's kind of...
sexy", I couldn't believe what I had just said but the words felt so right and
I had never felt happier in my life. "How much strength have you got?" By now
my heart was really beating. "I've never really tested myself in recent
years", Jenny told me, "but I'm certainly stronger than most men. Why don't we
finish up here and go back to mine?" I couldn't wait, so called the waiter
right over and asked for the bill. Within five minutes we were leaving hand in
hand and rang for a taxi to go back to Jenny's.

By the time we had arrived my blood pressure must have been reaching a
dangerous level. Not a word had been said during the taxi ride and the tension
was almost unbearable, but it was relieved in the second we arrived when Jenny
half ran to her front door, appearing every bit as eager as I was. As I walked
through the front door I saw Jenny taking her jacket off.

"Phew", she exclaimed, "I've been waiting to take that off all evening." Now
for the first time I saw that all Jenny had said in the restaurant was true.
Even though her arms were relaxed, they were noticeably muscular, and as she
ran her hands through her hair her bicep rose teasingly.

"You're incredible", I stammered. "I've never seen anyone like you before!"

"You like my physique, don't you?" she remarked teasingly, "Why don't we test
my strength now? Fancy an arm-wrestle?"

"I don't think I'll be much of a match for you", I admitted.

"Alright, you can use both of your hands against my weaker left arm," we
agreed as Jenny and I sat opposite each other at the dining table.

As soon as I grabbed her hand I knew that even with two hands I wasn't going
to be any competition for this beautiful Amazon, although as soon as we
started I found myself slowly but surely putting down her arm.

"Maybe you're not as strong as you'd like to believe", I remarked hoping with
all my heart that Jenny was just teasing me.

When our hands were about two inches away from the table my hope became
reality. I looked down to her arm and her bicep suddenly began to grow before
my eyes. At first it was the size of a baseball but grew steadily to the size
of a large orange as she gently moved my arm back to the center of the table.
When she had pulled my arm back to the center I used every ounce of my
strength to try and test her further, but she continued to gently push my two
hands back towards the table seemingly without effort. The contest was
finished. I was left sweating, but looking over to Jenny I saw she appeared as
fresh as ever.

"Maybe the next show of my strength shouldn't wear you out so much. I'm
sorry", she apologized, then reached over the table and as our lips touched a
rush of blood came through me. I gave back as much as I could as we kissed,
wanting the moment to last forever.

"Wow", she said, "You're an amazing kisser. I'm so lucky to have someone who
appreciates my strength as much as you." I'm sure she knew I felt exactly the
same way as we kissed again before she led me away from the table and towards
the back door.

"...And for my next show of strength", she said, as she walked towards a
climbing frame that stood in her back yard, "I'll show you how to do chin-ups
the proper way."

Jenny jumped up to a bar a few feet above her head height and preceded to do
chin-ups with only her right hand holding onto the bar. I was transfixed as I
watched her bicep grow each time her arm flexed as she pulled herself up.

"Wow, you really are a muscle goddess, aren't you?' I exclaimed as my eyes
were trained on her right arm.

"Hey, do you want to feel how hard my bicep is instead of just staring at it"
Jenny asked, as she continued to complete one-armed chin-ups at an alarming
speed.

"I don't know if I can reach that high", I admitted, as I realized that her
biceps were about 8 feet off the ground when she pulled herself up.

"Come here", Jenny called, as she stopped exercising her right arm for a
minute and changed arms so her left arm was now holding onto the bar. "Now,
stand by my right side and stay still." Jenny placed three fingers under my
chin and then instructed me to hold onto her right arm with my left arm while
she lifted me up. Amazingly I felt my feet leave the ground as Jenny flexed
her right arm and lifted me up to her level, with her left arm still hanging
from the bar.

"Oh my god", I was transfixed by Jenny's power and her muscles. "I never
dreamt anyone could ever be this strong."

"Now you can feel my bicep while I pull myself up" Jenny told me, as I placed
my hand on her left arm. Jenny then began pulling us both up slowly with her
left arm. I could feel her bicep exploding with power with every inch we were
moving up towards the bar. At first it felt only a little larger than the
average arm, but as we approached the level of the bar it had expanded so much
that my hand could only cover a small part of it. It also seemed to grow
harder as we rose together, I couldn't indent it in the slightest however hard
I pushed it.

Jenny then proceeded to carry out 5 more chin-ups and finally she moved her
right arm in towards her body and we kissed as she completed one final pull
towards the bar. I knew for the first time now that I had felt true ecstasy
and I would never let Jenny go for anything.

As Jenny gently eased me to the floor I turned up to look into her face. She
wore a large smile as she let go from the bar herself as we embraced once
more. Even though I knew she could break every bone in my body with one little
squeeze I felt safer in her arms than I ever had before.

To be continued...