Amy – Chapter 5 – Amy makes a friend
Wordslinger
Amy’s awesome teenage adventures

I slept well that night and was refreshed Wednesday morning when I 
got up. I felt a little guilty about skipping yesterday, but by the time I 
reached school the thought had passed. Walking through the halls 
that day I’d occasionally glance around at the other kids, feeling kind 
of smug about my special secret. 

Or at least I thought it was a secret, for just about then I was 
surprised by a light tug on my sleeve. I pretended not to notice.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice said. 

I stopped walking and turned my head. It was a girl I had seen in one 
of my classes. We’d never talked before and I didn’t know her name. 

“Excuse me,” she said again with a smile. 

“You’re Amy, from class. Right? I…ah…I’m Kelly.” 

I smiled back. Her fingers were still on my arm and I felt them gently 
brushing over my bicep. 

“I…ah…noticed you around.”


Not wanting to be rude I smiled back. 

“Hi! I’ve seen you around too.” 

While I was talking I casually reached up with my other hand and 
moved hers away.  She suddenly looked a little embarrassed and 
coughed lightly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bother. I just…wanted to meet 
you. You’re new here and, well, I only moved here last year and, I 
thought…” 

I smiled again and quickly said, “Gee, that’s nice of you and 
everything, but, well, I think I got things figured out now. Thanks 
anyway.” I turned to leave but she reached up and took my arm 
again.

Stammering, she sputtered, “It’s…not just that. It’s…well, I saw you 
last week.” 

My head suddenly reeled. She’d seen me! I’d been caught! Oh, my, 
god! I could feel the blood drain from my face. 

She noticed me looking pale.

“Hey, what’s the matter? It wasn’t that big of a deal. Except to the 
coach! I was in the equipment room sorting stuff. I saw you hit the 
heavy bag. I mean, wow! I couldn’t believe it.” 

I felt a tremendous sense of relief come over me as her voice 
softened to a whisper. “You looked incredibly strong. Do you lift a 
lot of weights? Can I…you know…feel…them?” 

Before I could say anything I felt her light touch again as she let her 
finger tips drift over my big biceps. 

“Oh, gosh, they’re huge! But the rest of you…” She trailed off. 

It felt weird to have someone admire my muscles. I tried to explain. 

“Yeah, I know. The rest of me is kind of…ordinary.”  

I was having trouble figuring out what to say, so I finally just blurted, 
“Look. I really didn’t want anyone to know about this, okay?” 

She looked at me wide-eyed. “Why not? I mean, they’re so 
awesome!” 

I felt her fingers squeezing again as she added, “Even the boys would 
be jealous!”

I smiled at that but then quickly said, “Thanks, but, really, they’re 
kind of my secret.” 

She was still smiling as she corrected me; “You mean “our” secret, 
don’t you?”

I looked down bashfully. “Okay, sure. Our secret.” 

Kelly smiled and said, “Look, Amy, I promise not to tell, okay? I still 
would like us to be friends. And friends don’t have secrets from each 
other.”

She smirked. “Right?” 

Without waiting for an answer she went on. “I didn’t even know I 
had a secret, Amy… Till now. Want to know what my secret is? 
It’s…I guess it’s that I like big muscles. On girls.” 

I grinned in embarrassment as she went on. 

“I’m on the cheerleading squad. The girls are pretty fit and 
everything but nobody has near the arms that you do.”  

Kelly gave me a conspiratorial wink and added, “Now that I’ve told 
you my secret, it’s only fair that I get to see yours.” 

I didn’t understand what she meant and looked at her with a blank 
face. 

“Get it? See yours?”

Kelly giggled. “But not here, silly. After school. Somewhere private. 
So you can make a muscle for me.” 

I knew I didn’t have much choice if I wanted Kelly to keep my 
secret. Dad was still gone so I invited her over to my house after 
classes. That way I knew Kelly and I would be alone. Now that I had 
been caught once, I sure didn’t want to take the risk of anyone else 
seeing me in action. 

We chatted on the walk home and I was starting to enjoy her 
company by the time we reached my house. She was one of those 
giggly girls who make good cheerleaders. Not too smart, but what 
she lacked in brains she made up for in looks and social skills.

At home I sent Kelly ahead to the basement and then went into my 
room and changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I was actually 
felt kind of shy when I walked down the stairs, but then Kelly saw 
me and gave a big smile. 

“Ooh, la, la! Look at those things!” 

I’m sure my face glowed red as her eyes fixed on my bare arms. I 
tried to be cool, but inside I was swelling with pride. 

“These?” 

Pulling the sleeve of on arm up to my shoulder I tried to look casual 
as I checked out my bicep. 

“This is nothing. Just wait until I do some lifting.” 

Walking over to the corner where the weights were I kneeled and slid 
a 100-pounds of iron disks onto the ends of the curling bar. 

Standing again I spread my feet and bent over from the waist. 
Grabbing onto the roughened metal I lifted it to my waist as I 
straightened up. Then slowly I curled it my to my chest. I could feel 
my biceps harden.

In the background Kelly gasped. “Amy! Oh, my, gosh! It’s 
impossible! They’re…unreal.” 

I smiled and curled the weights ten more times. Leaning over I let the 
bar bang on the floor, and then standing up I looked right at her. 

Amy was staring. I would have never guessed how good it felt to 
have someone watch. My confidence soared. 

“So you like big muscles, huh? Well, then, how about this?” 

As I spoke I lifted both arms up and then pulled my hands in. Her 
mouth actually fell open as my enormous biceps ballooned to full 
size. Looking like she was in a trance, Kelly walked slowly over to 
me and wrapped the fingers of both hands around one of my straining 
muscles. 

She tried to touch her fingers together.

“Ooh. I can’t even touch! You’re so huge. 

“And hard too! No wonder you broke the coach’s bag. Wow, if he 
could see these. He’d be freaked!” 

She smiled and squeezed again. 

“Umm. Just how big are these?”

We went upstairs for the tape measure. Standing in the middle of the 
kitchen I made my muscles big again as she wrapped it first around 
one arm and then the other. 

Her voice was scratchy as she said, “Fifteen and a half! Awesome! 
Here, do mine!” 

She lifted her right arm and I wrapped the tape around her nicely 
shaped bicep as she squeezed it hard.  

“Not bad, Kelly. Twelve inches.” 

She smiled proudly. 

“I told you that cheerleaders were fit! We have to be to do all those 
lifts and stuff. Besides - I’ve never told this to anyone before – I lift 
some weights too! For my arms. My jerky stepbrother bought a set of 
weights but never used them. When he moved out he left them 
behind, and, well, I sort of took them over. He owes me anyway. 
Big!” 

Kelly was about my height, 5’5”. She had a bouncy blond ponytail 
and big blue eyes. I was sure that the boys thought she was very 

pretty. Kelly was slender too, but you could see right away that she 
was in good shape. And because she was slender, her solid twelve 
inch biceps were all that much more noticeable. 

After a snack we went down to the basement again. I started to lift 
weights as Kelly sat in the chair watching. 

“Hey, Amy?” 

I nodded over at her. 

“You should try working on your triceps.” 

Looking at her puzzled I remarked, “I really don’t know much about 
this stuff. I just sort of started doing it. With that book. Yeah, there, 
next to you.” 

She looked over and picked up the pamphlet and thumbed through it. 

“This sure doesn’t have much in it.” 

I set the bar down and looked at her and asked, “What do you 
mean?” 

Smiling broadly she answered, “This is just beginner’s stuff. What 
you need is some coaching.” 

I pulled my lips into a frown. “Yeah, sure, maybe from coach 
Reynolds, huh?” 

It was his punching bag that I had smashed.

Now her smile was more of a knowing grin. “No. Not coach 
Reynolds. Coach Kelly!”

She must have noticed the funny look on my face. 

“And don’t look so surprised! Cheerleaders are always working out 
to get muscle tone. I’ve learned a lot about weightlifting over the last 
couple of years. I could help you if you want me to.” 

She stood up. 

“Like this. Take one of those dumbbells.” 

I did. 

“Now turn your hand in, like this.” 

She guided my hand so it grabbed the bar from the top.

“Now, lift. Out from your side.” 

I did and immediately felt the strain along the bottom of my arm. 

“Yeah, that’s it! That way you work on your muscles under your 
arm.” 

She reached over and jiggled my muscle. 

“Oh, yeah. This needs some work!” 

She let here fingers drift up over my bicep and smiled again. 

“You know, Amy, if you let me help you, I bet we can make these 
arms of yours really big.” 

Now it was my turn to smile. 

“Really? Bigger?” 

She grinned as she nodded her head. 

Kelly really was a big help. She came over after school a couple days 
a week and coached me through all sorts of new lifting exercises. For 
the first time in quite awhile my arms were sore. 

Dad was happy I had a new friend, but still didn’t have a clue about 
my lifting hobby. At the end of the second week, Kelly and I snuck 
upstairs giggling. She grabbed the cloth tape measure out the drawer 
again while I opened the refrigerator for distraction. 

Grabbing a couple of sodas we ran down the stairs again. She had me 
raise my arms and make a deliberate muscle. Kelly looked all 
business as she measured me, and, then, looking in my face, she 
broke into a big smile. 

"Oh, yeah! Coach Kelly does it again! Sixteen inches, girl! What’ya 
think of that?” 

I smiled as I flexed my big muscles and looked them over. 

“Thanks, coach Kelly! They look great. And I feel stronger, too.” 

I was really pleased with Kelly’s help. She was so nice and 
everything. I wanted to give her something special, and looking 
around I saw what I needed. 

Walking across the basement I grabbed the heavy iron bar propped in 
the corner. It was about five feet long. It was some kind of tool we 
used to dig in the garden. To pry rocks up or something. I carried it 
back over to Kelly and held it up in front of me between my hands. 

“Thanks, Kelly! I really mean it! This is for you.”  

She looked puzzled as I slid my hands apart some more and got a 
good grip on the inch thick bar. 

Now she got it. 

“Oh, come on, Amy! You can’t…” 

Kelly’s voice trailed away as I suddenly clenched my jaw and started 
to strain. Every muscle in my thick arms jumped to attention. My 
eyes were closed in concentration as I willed every ounce of my 
strength into my wrists and hands. 

Kelly got her voice back and sounded insistent. 

“Don’t! You’ll hurt yourself!” Please…” 

I was huffing and grunting as sweat beads popped up on my 
forehead. Thick ropey veins coiled like snakes around my massive 
arms. My whole body trembled as I focused myself, pushing harder 
and harder. 

“Com’on, Amy! Please! Stop! I mean it! You’ll…”

Her voiced trailed off again as she heard the first sharp metallic 
creak. I almost laughed out loud as I felt the bar start to give, but I 
quickly caught myself. I couldn’t afford to lose concentration now.

My enormous muscles felt like they were going to burst right through 
my skin as I lifted and steadied the bar against my chin. I pushed 
down even harder. There was another distinct creak of metal. 

My eyes were still pressed closed in concentration when I felt 
Kelly’s warm breath in my ear. She had slipped up right behind me. I 
could feel her body pressing into my back. Her voice was a soft 
whisper as her fingertips caressed my rock hard biceps. 

“Ummmm. So big and strong. You’re really gonna do it, aren’t you? 
You’re gonna bend that big bar. Just for little Kelly. Aren’t you?”  

Her touch did something strange to me. I felt incredible power 
flooding into my arms as her hands continued to stroke and caress 
my massive biceps. She cooed and encouraged me on. 

“Do it. Now. For me.” 

I braced the bar against my chin again. Then, as loud metallic squeals 
and groans filled the room, I bent the thick bar in half with one 
powerful, smooth movement. Kelly slid around in front of me as I 
stood there panting. She gently took the bar from my throbbing 
hands. Hefting it in both hands she smiled at me.

“Oooooh. It’s so heavy! I just can’t believe it! You really did it!” 

I was finally getting my breath back and between my diminishing 
gasps I said, “All…for…you…Kelly. Thanks.”