From My Diary......Keisha 
By Tre'



**Author's Note**

Here is another excerpt from my college journals.  If you
have any comments or criticisms, please e-mail me at trescott@yahoo.com
The material here is about 90% accurate,
so I cannot entertain any requests for this series.  If, 
however, you would like to see a fantasy involving any of 
my characters, let me know.  I hope you enjoy.

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During my third year of school, I worked as a resident
advisor in a co-ed dorm, one of the largest on campus.
As part of the job, I was required to make rounds on my
duty nights to ensure that all was secure within the 
9-story building.  

While on rounds one night, I came across an open suite
door and the music coming from inside was rather loud. I
had just returned from a brothers' meeting at the fraternity
house and was still dressed rather nicely, but I didn't
think I was anything special.  Knowing this to be a female suite,
I announced that there was a male coming in, a practice of
common courtesy. After asking the residents to turn down the 
volume, a young woman emerged from her room wearing only a pair
of running shorts and a lightweight tank top.  She had a small
frame, but there was a certain buffness to her shoulders and
arms, and some definition was noticeable as well.  She was cute,
but not anyone I would have tried to get to know unless I had
seen her body.  

Well, somehow we started talking and laughing, etc.  Eventually,
I asked her if she ran (or had run) track.  She then replied, 
"No, I just look strong!" at which point she made a fist and 
curled it upward from her waist, flexing a very nicely-shaped
bicep.  I was impressed much more than I let on and ended our
encounter shortly thereafter.  I told her that I would love to 
see her again so that we could chat some more.  After I departed,
I thought I could hear lots of giggling going on.

That night, I could think of nothing else.  When I saw her a few
days later near the library, we talked some more and ended up going
back to her room.  She was wearing shorts and a tank top - just 
as she had the night we met, and I noticed that her shoulders and
arms were a bit more prominent.  Although she was only 5-6, I 
could also see that her arms were larger than mine, probably 
around 14" or so.  We talked for hours on end, and she told me
that she loved to work out, but hadn't been to the gym in a while.
She said that she had been a gymnast up thru high school and that
she still did one of her exercises from that time.  When I asked
what it was, she got up and did a handstand against the wall.
Then, she began to do push-ups - STANDING ON HER HANDS! Now, I 
could see how she had developed those outstanding shoulders and
triceps.

She got up smiling, and noticed that I was very pleased with 
what I had just seen.  She then went on to tell me how she had
grown up wrestling her male cousins, often beating them until they
got way bigger than she.  That was all I needed to hear.  She was
impressed with the width and definition of her back, and asked me 
to give her a massage.  So, she lay on her bed, and I began to 
massage (read: probe) her wonderfully muscled back.  She commented
that her back was much stronger than most guys she knew.  I believed
it.  As I rubbed that lovely back, I found that my hands would
steal up to grab her shoulders over and over.  They were so firm - 
not like rocks (because she wasn't flexing), but very beefy.  After
about 20 minutes, I told her that I had to go and so I left.  She 
was all I thought about before falling asleep.....

Between classes the next day, I sat and wrote her a letter.  Let 
us hope I never make that mistake again.  

To be continued.....