Molly
By Shamus, shamus3741@aol.com
A high school student learns about his neighbor's sister's strength

Bill has been my best friend for about as long as I can remember.  We've 
grown up as next door neighbors and we've always done all sorts of 
things together.  We were really into football, and we'd always get 
games together with guys from class.  Usually, we'd go up to the 
elementary school with about 10 or so guys and get a game going.  We 
always end up pretty dirty and sometimes even bloody, but, hey, you're 
only young for so long, right?  We usually toss the ball around in our 
front yards when we've got nothing else to do. 

Lately, he's been saying some pretty strange stuff about his little 
sister Molly.  She's just turned fourteen not too long ago, but, man is 
she a babe.  About 5'5 with a pretty nice chest (he says it's a 34DD, 
but he won't tell me how he found out).  Beautiful face; blue eyes and 
brown hair about down to her shoulders.  And an amazing body.  She's 
into gymnastics and she's kinda muscular, but, not huge or anything, 
just pretty athletic.  Anyway, he got a weight set for his seventeenth 
birthday-he and I've done some working out on it and we're starting to 
look get some tone.  Well, he said that one day he was working out doing 
the bench press, his sister came down to the basement where everything 
was set up and saw what he was benching.  He said he was doing about 200 
lbs, but, Molly wasn't very impressed.  When she said she could curl 
that much in two hands, he said he about laughed his ass off.  When he 
told her to put her money where her mouth was, he said she took the 
weight bar and started curling it like there were no weights at all!  
Needless to say, I thought this was a load of crap, but, I was also 
aroused.  I've never told anyone, but, I've always thought the idea of 
an incredibly strong girl was pretty hot. 

Well, one day I went over to Bill's house to see if he wanted to toss 
around the ball.  Molly answered the door dressed in a sports bra and a 
pair of tight cut-off shorts, looking very hot. 

"Hey, Jim.  What's up?" she said. 

"Same shit, different day.  Is Bill here?"  I replied. 

"No.  Were you gonna ask him to throw the football again?" 

"Yeah.  I guess I'll go home then," 

"Why don't you throw the ball with me?  Think I'm not strong enough?" 

This flustered me.  Of course I'd heard about what she did, but I 
thought Bill was full of it.  If it was true, though, I guess she'd be 
more than strong enough to throw a football around.  So I said, "Well, I 
guess we could give it a shot." 

"Cool." 

She ran inside and got Bill's ball and tossed it underhand to me-with 
some force, I might add.  But, I didn't let it show.  I've got to be a 
man about this, right?  So we marched off about a hundred feet or so and 
I tossed the ball to her, giving it a pretty nice heave to try and show 
off a little.  She caught the ball and threw it back to me with a 
perfect spiral-and she stung the hell out of my.  I tossed it back to 
her and said "you've got quite an arm." 

"You think so?" she said with kind of a look of shock on her face.  "I 
didn't throw it that hard." 

"Really?" I replied.  Maybe Bill was telling the truth.  So I decided to 
ask her about her strength. 

"Do you work out?"  I asked. 

"Well, I am into gymnastics you know.  And I kinda mess around with my 
brother's weights." 

"How much can you lift?" 

"I don't really pay much attention," she replied rather nonchalantly. "I 
just put some weights on the bar and start to lift the way he does.  
Bench press, curls, things of that sort." 

"But you don't pay attention to the weight your lifting?" I asked, 
puzzled. 

"Well, it's more like I'm just messing around in there.  We don't really 
have enough weights in the house to really challenge me." 

By this statement I was quite shocked.  I was fairly familiar with 
Bill's weight set and there was always more weight in that room than we 
could use.  But, I decided not to press her on the issue. 

We continued throwing the football, with her moving back every couple of 
passes, until finally I couldn't reach her with my best hail mary (she 
was still throwing dead-on like I was right next to her and damaging the 
hell out of my hands.) 

"That's it, Molly," I finally said.  "You're absolutely killing me out 
here." 

"Aw, come on," she pleaded.  "I was just starting to have fun.  What's 
the matter, can't handle a little girl power," she said with a devious 
little smirk.  Then she hit me with a double biceps flex and these two 
juiced up softballs-no, better make that grapefruits-shot up out of her 
toned, but not so huge arms. 

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, losing any sort of cool fa‡ade that I might have 
been trying to set forth.  "Did you steal those things from Mark 
McGwire?" 

"God, I didn't think they were that big," she replied, starting to lose 
her smile.  I noticed that this was a delicate subject so I decided to 
try and console her a bit. 

"Sorry," I said.  "I didn't mean to make it out that they were that 
big."  She was still looking a bit dejected, so I continued. 

"Really, Molly, I think it's kinda cool for a girl to have muscles." 

At that moment I just froze.  I'd never admitted that to anyone in my 
life before-not Bill, not my priest, no one.  I couldn't believe I said 
that.  But, Molly's smile started to return.  What a beautiful smile. 

"Really?  I thought guys were into real soft girls with no muscles and 
things like that.  I never thought any guy would think it's cool." 

"I think it's really cool.  In fact, I've always wished I could meet a 
girl who had incredible strength; you know, kind of like Caitlin from 
Gen 13."  I couldn't believe I was saying this, but Molly's smile just 
kept getting bigger and bigger.  It was like we were feeding off each 
other's revelations.  Then she said something that absolutely blew me 
away. 

"Well, I don't think I'm Fairchild strong, but I can do some pretty 
amazing things with these arms," she said, almost begging my next 
question. 

"Like what?" 

"Well, I dunno," she said looking around.  Then she looked dead at her 
parent's big Roadmaster station wagon.  "I bet I can lift that up." 

"No way," I said, incredulously.  By now I was starting to get hot at 
thinking of what she might be capable of. 

With that, we walked over to the front of this two ton behemoth and 
Molly crouched down with her knees and placed her smallish hands 
underneath the bumper in a ready position. 

"Wait," I said.  "Do you really think you can lift the front end of that 
car?  That's the heaviest part."  I was in total disbelief. 

"I don't know," she replied.  "Guess we'll just have to see."  And with 
that she thrust herself back up to her standing position holding the 
front end of the car without a sign of strain on her face.  "How's 
that?" she said. 

I just gaped.  Here I was watching my best friend's gorgeous younger 
sister doing something with her strength that I could never hope to do-
and I was getting quite turned on by that.  It was simply beyond my 
wildest dreams. 

Then she said, "hey, check this out," and curled the bumper up until it 
was level with her ample chest. 

I could only just sit there and watched, unable to say anything.  I was 
really getting aroused at this point.  

"Jim, are you there?" Molly finally asked.  That broke me out of my 
trance somewhat. 

"Uh, yeah," I said shakily.  "I was just, uh." 

Then her mom called out that it was dinnertime and she had to set the 
table.  She set the car back down and said, "so, you still think that's 
really cool?" 

"Uh, yeah.  Very much," was all I could say. 

"Well, come over some other time and maybe I could find some more ways 
to impress you," she said with a revealing little smile.  Then she 
walked over to me and whispered, "you know, I've always thought you were 
kind of cute."  With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran back 
inside.  I just stood there, completely discombobulated.