Daughter's friend shows her strength
by Catman
New neighbour enjoys using her strength on me


She came through the door as she always did, striding with head high. She
flashed me her smile and said

"Where is Petra?"

She spoke like that, "where is" not "where's" due to English not being her
mother tongue. Oh, her tongue. It appeared now briefly lickinging her lips in
that hungry way she had while I explained that Petra had gone on a school trip
for half-term.

She was a friend of Petra's, a neighbour who'd moved from Macedonia with her
family some months before. I remembered that hot sunny day when they appeared,
all eight of them unpacking their camper in the cul-de-sac beneath my kitchen
window. Some kids - boys, a teen girl helping her father reverse the truck.
And later, a tall blonde mother walking with the teen girl again.

But no. This was a different girl. Long lanky limbs flowed with a natural
grace. Hair flowed, long, full, brunette. Long legs took her to the corner
where they dissappeared from sight. I looked forward to seeing her again.

Later still she would come visit Petra to play computer, make short films,
swing on the tyre, and unexpectedly grab my hand. When Petra zoned into her
laptop Jasna would come talk to me. She was bright, she was brilliant. She was
serious. She was hilarious. She spoke Macedonian, but was thirsty for English.
She had crossed Europe in a step and grabbed me around the waist with her
legs.

Oh the legs.

And the arms.

But the face.

The smile.

A mile wide, that melted the walls. The cheekbones, the jawline. Those eyes.
Those eyes that glittered with amusement.

They glittered with amusement that time on the folding garden chairs. It was
her birthday and she'd had a barbecue. Now it was evening and people had
drifted off, leaving just us talking in the garden in that puctuated way one
does when there is a language issue. She mentioned she had long legs. I said
something banal about finding jeans to fit, and she asked what the word for
chair was. So that she could say:

"Turn the chair at me"

I turned my chair to face her. As I sat down she pulled it closer so our legs
were past each other's and both her knees were between mine. She moved her
legs outwards and I responded by pushing back, closing my legs. They moved
inwards then stopped as she responded. I squeezed, but the slight movement was
checked. She held it for a moment then said:

"Okay" and stood up, "Now you". She stepped one leg, then the other over mine
and sat down. She began to squeeze my legs shut. I pushed back, hard, but she
slowly closed my legs between hers.

My knees met, and after a moment I relaxed, and looked up. She was regarding
me coolly and kept the pressure on a few moments more.

"My turn" I blurted, and stood. My feet were one behind the other and I
instinctively tried to take a step for balance. But Jasna hadn't relaxed that
much. My momentum toppled me forward and I began to fall onto her. My hands
came up and were instantly grabbed.

I was at 45 degrees unable to move my legs. Jasna's slender fingers
intertwined with mine, my weight transferred to her arms at the heel of our
hands. Her eyes were playful. She released my legs but kept my hands, and
pushed me upright. And stood. And flexed her hands to power me down to my
chair, saying "Okay, you want I beat you again, yes? You want this?"

She positioned her legs outside mine again. I watched from my slumped position
where she had put me. She sat and slumped too, so we were looking at each
other over our chests and bellies with our legs stretched under each other's
chairs. She waited for me to get ready, I took the opportunity to quietly get
my feet well locked under her chair, just for insurance. Jasna must have had
good footing or posture or technique or something, but I'm pretty strong and I
knew what to expect now. But she was pretty strong too, so I thought by
locking my feet I would quickly and convincingly put her right.

"Now I show who is in charge" she laughed. "Bring it on" I grinned back. Her
gaze moved across me, I looked at her. Clasped hands on her belly rose and
fell with smooth breaths. Forearms slim and long. Broad shoulders. Tumbling
hair. And those eyes . . .

With a start I realized those eyes were watching me. With an amused glitter.
She was waiting for me to finish drinking her in before suddenly snapping her
legs apart. We were on!

I pushed back powerfully and she yielded. I shifted my position slightly and
levered against my ankles, driving her thighs inwards. I had a moment to
thinkj that I didn't want to grind her knees painfully against each other,
when my legs stopped. I opened my eyes. I didn't recall shutting them. She was
still watching me with that slight, knowing smile. Her knees were almost
touching, not quite. I squeezed. They touched for a moment. Then they parted
more, for a moment, and again. Jasna's expression didn't change as she made
little bouncing movements with her thighs. "What you think, huh?" she
challenged. "Huh? Huh?" I couldn't believe this. I sat up some more and
levered against my ankles. Lot of good it did me. She started to open her
legs. I strained. I heaved. My ankles were starting to grind against each
other. "What you think?" she demanded again. "You're very strong" I gasped, to
peals of laughter at the strain in my voice. "Correct!" she taunted, "Strong
to beat you!" And she forced her legs wide ripping my ankles apart.

I was stunned. And my ankles felt bruised. And the innner tendons of my thighs
were painfully stretched as my legs were still being held wide apart by
Jasna's seemingly effortless near-splits. "Aaaagh" I gasped, to more laughter.
"Ease off!"

"No" she said. "You get up".

Stand? Impossible! I reached for her legs but flopped back as moving my torso
forward caused more pain in my adductors. "Ha ha ha" she laughed at my
predicament. "You can't get away! I keep you here!" I cried out as she pressed
her legs apart some more. "Don't mess with me!" she said, "I'm strong! I will
mess with you! You look out!"

She gave one last stretch to my tortured legs and released them. "I must go",
she said as she skipped off inside.

I was conflicted. This girl was beautiful. This girl was at school. This is
the neighbour's kid, my kid's friend. This girl was doing something to me.
Something powerful.