Molly, part 2
By Shamus, shamus3741@aol.com
Jim learns more about Molly as the two grow closer together

After the first incident, Molly and I didn't get to see each other, save 
for in passing, for about a week.  Whenever I did see her, though, she'd 
always give me this sultry smile and wave.  I'd always wave back, 
staring at those arms and thinking how she'd lifted that car-and with 
such apparent ease.  I definitely wanted to see her, though, and not 
just from afar. 

Then one afternoon, walking to my house from my car, Molly rushed me 
from behind, grabbed me, and lifted me in the air like I was a child.  I 
was taken quite by surprise, but I quickly realized that she was the 
only person I knew who was capable of such a thing and felt a bit more 
at ease. 

"Hey, Jim!," she said with her bright smile.  "Long time, no see.  At 
least not up close." 

"Yeah, I was kinda missing those muscles of yours," I replied. 

"Oh, what?  These little things?" she asked and gave me an amazing 
double bi flex that strained the arms on the tight white t-shirt she was 
wearing. 

"Yeah, those little things.  Shouldn't you be at school right now?" 

"Well, I thought you might like to see me use my strength a little more.  
You seemed to like it last time." 

"I don't think I'd mind that," I said, beginning to get a little flush. 

"Good.  It's nice to have an admirer." 

With that, Molly led me into her house and down into the basement where 
Bill's weights were.  I was right behind her, and man, I couldn't help 
but notice what incredible legs she had (she was wearing a tight pair of 
cut-off shorts that also accentuated her incredibly hard and round butt) 
while she was walking down the stairs.  One odd little feature of hers 
was her creamy complexion.  Not exactly pale, but definitely not tanned.  
That made her even more appealing to me. 

When we entered the basement, I noticed she had a great deal of weight 
on the bench's supports.  In fact, she had all of the weight discs Bill 
owned on it.  It was a good thing the bench was bolted to the ground, 
otherwise there was no way it wouldn't tip over instantly with that kind 
of weight on it.  Then I looked down to the legs that were supporting 
the barbell and noticed the cement was beginning to crack. 

"Holy crap, Molly, how much weight is on there?" I asked, totally 
stunned. 

"About twelve hundred pounds," she said.  "I was trying to figure out 
exactly how much I could curl." 

"CURL?" 

"God, this is really gonna freak you out, I think.  Oh well, I just 
can't keep it a secret forever." 

With that, she moved toward the barbell, which was naturally arching 
from supporting the incredible weight that was on it, picked it up in 
both her hands and started to curl it. 

"Are you freaked out yet?" she asked, clearly hoping for the answer to 
be "no."  I obliged her, although I wasn't completely telling the truth.  
Aside from that, however I was quite turned on.  The girl of my dreams 
was standing before me, wanting my attention and I was more than willing 
to give it to her.  She was simply incredible and she was standing right 
in front of me. Then she put the barbell back on the rack, picked up in 
her right hand and started to curl it again, although this time with a 
bit of strain. 

"How about now?" she asked pensively. 

"Well, I gotta be honest with you, I'm taken aback," I said.  "But, I 
also think it's incredibly cool.  I mean, here I am, standing with a 
beautiful girl in front of me and she's ten times stronger than I am.  
And that's incredibly sexy." 

"Really?  I was so hoping you wouldn't just run screaming out of the 
house.  All the other guys I've met have had trouble with the slightest 
show of independence.  I never thought I'd find someone who'd think that 
was attractive." 

With that, she set the barbell back down again, walked up to me, grabbed 
me by my ass, picked me up in her powerful yet smooth arms and gave me 
the most passionate kiss I'd ever had in my few years of experience.  

"What was that for?" I asked. 

"For being different.and for being cute," she said with that sexy smile 
again.  She put me back down and said,  "You wanna see something else?" 

"I'm up for it if you are," I said.  Then she took all the weights off, 
handling the hundreds like they were fives, grabbed both ends and 
proceeded to bend the bar with ease.  And bend it and bend it and bend 
it until it looked like a pretzel. 

"I think I'm falling in love," I said. 

She replied, "I think I am, too." 

We began to kiss and explore each other's bodies.  I'll never forget how 
incredibly silky her skin felt in such sharp contrast to the powerful 
muscles which laid just below the surface.  I kissed her full firm 
breasts and she kissed my stomach, and.well, I won't tell everything 
that happened that day, but I won't soon forget it, either.