Angie, Lisa, Lori, and Donna
By The Collector
Muscles From the Feminine Side – Part 1


Copyright 2000 the Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send
comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com

Narrated by Lori

It was close to 1:00 when I arrived at the cafeteria for lunch. My friends
Angie and Lisa were already there waiting for me. We tended to eat later so as
to avoid the crowd. At a community college, it’s always crowded and if you
want any privacy, you have to pick your time.

The three of us were inseparable, and usually very hard to get to know. Ask
any guy that’s approached us. We all grew up together in the same neighborhood
and had been like sisters through middle school and even more so through high
school. We were all cheerleaders, Angie was homecoming queen as a junior and
senior, but I was the girl all the guys wanted to date. I think Angie resented
me for it. She always claimed she was more beautiful than we were because of
her titles, and I think also because she felt she needed to have something to
compete with us...have something we didn’t.

Angie wasn’t as strong as Lisa and I and while she loved that part of us, I
think she also resented our strength. But she also found it irresistible...she
had referred to it as sensuous and she loved any chance she could to get one
of us to show off for her. Especially Lisa...she was proud of her strength and
loved the attention she got from Angie because of it. And any chance she ran
into a guy who had a thing for stronger girls, she’d tease him mercilessly
with a glance and maybe run her hand through her hair and show him just a hint
of muscle. I knew how it made her feel. My own strength made me feel
incredibly sensuous with power, and beauty, most women would never have.

Angie was the tallest of us at 5’7", a statuesque strawberry blonde at
37-23-35, and probably the prettiest legs I’ve ever seen. She wore her skirts
short and her heels high to accentuate them and show off. She loved the stares
she got from both men and women. She’s also the most aggressive of the three
of us.

Lisa was 5’5" and 36D-23-35, and a brunette had big brown eyes that made her
look sad sometimes and she actually looked younger than Angie or I. I envied
that part of her. Her face alone could be mistaken for that of a 14-year-old.
It’s ironic, when she was 14, she was always mistaken for someone older
because of her body. She had developed early and the rest of us girls were so
jealous of her until we blossomed. But let her wear a tight short sleeved
sweater and she was ready to show off for anyone...but very subtly.

And me...I’m a bit more reserved than they are. At 5’6", I have blonde hair,
dirty blonde I guess it’s called, and pretty blue eyes. At 35C-22-34, I love
my body and dress to show it. I look slightly more muscular than Lisa, but she
tends to show off more than I do. I try to keep my muscles hidden, but my
strength gives me a look of confidence I don’t see in other women.

And the truth be told, I’m dying to spend time alone with Lisa. She’s the only
other girl I know that has the strength and beauty I have...and I want to
experience holding, and being held by, another beautiful strong girl. There
have been times I’ve lied awake at night thinking about her, thinking about us
together, being totally enveloped by others other’s strong beautiful bodies,
and feeling my lips to hers. It’s the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt.
It’s as though...I have to have her.

"I heard about this new girl...a strong girl...I heard some guys talking about
her," Angie said.

"I heard something too," Lisa said. "There’s a guy in my philosophy class that
went to high school with her...she sounds like...one of us Lori.
Donna...something or other. Supposedly a knockout too."

"Hey! I now what you mean...don’t forget me!" said Angie. "I’m not as strong
as you guys, but I’m not weak either," she said. She was right...Angie had
strength a lot of guys would like to have, but she still fell short of Lisa
and I. We both laughed.

"I didn’t mean it that way Angie...but this guy said she was stronger than
anyone at the school she went to. I don’t know how he knew that, but I took
him at his word."

"Then she’s probably stronger than me too," Angie said pouting, then a smile
came to her.

"Angie...you are so weak...I swear!" said Lisa.

"I know...but your strength makes me that way Lisa." she said with a coy
smile.

"You’re impossible sometimes," I said.

"I know...but you guys love how I flatter you...don’t you? After all...you’re
my favorite strong girls," she asked. Yes, we did as Lisa and I glanced at
each other and smiled. We both knew Angie had got something she wanted from
each of us at different times and her adoration of our strength was something
we both relished.

"Like...if you were to arm wrestle me Lisa..." she trailed putting her arm on
the table. Lisa looked around to see if anyone else was close by. There
wasn’t.

"OK...but you know how strong I am Angie," she said. And she put her arm up on
the table, and they closed hands around each other’s.

"I know...that’s what I like about you" Angie said smiling, and Angie quickly
got the jump and pushed Lisa’s arm back halfway before Lisa caught her.

"Oh Angie...you’re so strong honey. I don’t know what to do with all your
strength," she said teasingly.

I looked at Angie next to me and saw a look of determination on her face. She
wanted to lose, but legitimately, certainly no problem for Lisa. Angie was
pushing with all her might. And I happened to notice a swelling in Angie’s
arm. I had never given a thought to Angie having muscles, but the bulge in her
sweater had enlightened me.

"Where did this come from? It’s so pretty." I said reaching my hand around it.
It was solid, yet unbearably feminine. She turned to smile at me, then her
eyes opened wide.

"Oh no!" she cried. And Lisa looked her in the eyes as her arm started moving.

"Come on Angie...you’re not trying" Lisa teased. But Angie was giving
everything she had as Lisa almost effortlessly was pushing her arm to center.

"Be strong Lisa...be so strong for me" Angie said as she reached her other
hand up on Lisa’s. But Lisa didn’t bat an eye...she just looked across at
Angie and smiled.

"Is this strong enough Angie" Lisa asked. And slowly, Lisa pushed Angie’s arm
down as a look of pleasured anguish came across Angie face, as Lisa’s strength
was impossible for Angie to withstand.

"Oh my...that was so good Lisa...I love your strength..." she said. Then she
jumped from her chair, leaned across the table, and kissed Lisa. Lisa put her
hand behind Angie and held her there for a moment. I was immediately
jealous...Lisa’s lips should be on mine...not Angie’s. A moment later, they
parted and Angie sat back down.

"Wow" Angie said. "That was really sweet." I could tell looking at Lisa that
she was flustered, that Angie had done something to her.

"Well...are you two done?" I asked, partly in jealousy.

"Oh Lori...are you jealous?" Angie asked.

"No...I just don think..."

"Here...maybe this’ll make you happy" Angie said as she slightly raised her
arm. And a pretty bicep rose slightly through her sweater. Not nearly as big
as mine or Lisa’s but big enough that any other girl who saw it would have
known better than to challenge Angie at any test of strength. I couldn’t’ help
but place my hand around it again.

"Ooh...that’s very pretty," I said in genuine admiration. Angie looked at me
and a proud smile came across her face.

"Does it feel strong?" she asked as I squeezed it hard.

"Yes...incredibly. It’s gorgeous Angie...you’re getting stronger aren’t you?"
I said. I could tell by the look on her face she was incredibly proud that I
admired her.

"Lori...are you done feeling her up?" Lisa asked. She was jealous...I could
easily tell.

"No!" we both said in unison. And Lisa reached across to slap my hand away.
I’d never seen her like that before.

"You’re jealous of my muscles!" Angie said to Lisa.

"No I’m not," Lisa said defensively, but with a smile.

"Yes you are...see how pretty it is?" Angie asked teasing her. She took her
left hand, staring down at her sleeve and started to roll her sleeve up over
her bicep when another girl came around the corner headed straight for us.
Angie didn’t see her but I did.

She was a blonde, my height, dressed in a white dress that clung to her
nicely...very nicely...and white sandals that accentuated her pretty legs. Her
lips, nails and toes were painted a pretty pink. The ‘V’ in her dress revealed
cleavage that was as beautiful, and as full, as my own. Her eyes were drawn
immediately to Angie’s pretty arm as she got closer. And mine were drawn to
her body...she was so incredibly stunning. She got to our table just as Angie
looked up.

"I wouldn’t do that around any guys...you might scare them away," she said to
Angie.

Angie blushed, but held her arm there as if providing a display for the three
of us.

"OK Angie...that’s enough!" Lisa said eyeing the new girl. At least one other
besides me had more than a passing interest in her.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked looking at Angie.

"No...no...please" Angie said finding an apparent admirer of her pretty
muscles. The new girl held out her hand.

"Hi...I’m Donna..." she said looking at Angie. We shook hands all around and
she sat down.

"So you’re Donna...we’ve heard about you," Lisa said.

"That’s surprising...I only know one person here...a guy that went to my high
school. Anyway, I hope whatever you heard was good."

"It was VERY good," Angie said, clearly trying to make an impression. Donna
blushed.

"That’s nice to know...I’ll have to thank him," she said humbly.

"We heard..." Angie started, "We heard something about you being...well...a
little stronger than most girls?" she finished.

"I don’t like to advertise it, but it’s true" she said with a humility I found
very attractive. Then Lisa spoke up.

"What we heard actually...was that you were the strongest person at your high
school. Is that true?"

She looked down at the table for a moment, a smile on her face then she looked
up.

"Yes...that’s true too, as strange as it sounds," she said.

"I don’t think it’s strange at all. Why would you say that?" I asked. She
looked at me oddly before speaking.

"Well...aside from Angie...I’ve just not met that many girls that were very
strong...compared to me anyway." Angie looked at her beaming.

"Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough" Lisa said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"There are three of us here...and Angie isn’t the strongest" Lisa said looking
right at Angie.

"Lisa! Damn you! I wanted her to like me. I’ll never kiss you again!" she
exclaimed.

"Then you’ll never feel my strength again either" Lisa countered. Donna looked
at me, wondering what to make of Angie and Lisa. But she was smiling...a smile
I gladly returned.

"Yes I will...because you like how I worship your strength...you love it and
you know it" Angie countered.

"Then...you can’t touch my muscles anymore...and I know how they feel so good
to you" Lisa said.

"Don’t lie Lisa" Angie said. There’s nothing you like better than to have my
pretty lips on your muscles...isn’t that right?"

"Well...so what?" she said in exasperation.

"Now that that’s settled..." I started looking at Donna.

"No it’s not," Lisa said, reaching below the table.

"No...it isn’t" Angie followed. Then a surprised look came across her face.

"You like that...don’t you" Lisa asked as she slid down in her chair.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked emphatically. They ignored me. I looked
under the table and saw Lisa’s foot working it way up Angie’s leg to the
inside of her thighs.

"Ooh...Lisa...that’s nice," Angie said.

"You’re embarrassing me!" I exclaimed.

"No we’re not...we’re just playing. You’re just jealous," Lisa said. And a
part of what she had said was true. I wished I had their lack on inhibitions.

Lisa slid down further in her chair and a moment later her foot appeared on
Angie’s lap, her foot arched and bright red toes moving slowly as though
waving at Angie.

"Aren’t they pretty Angie? And they belong to a very...strong...girl" Lisa
said deliberately.

Angie reached for Lisa’s foot, and then Lisa pulled it away and sat up in her
chair.

"That’s not fair...you’re teasing me!" Angie shouted.

"You two are out of control!" I said. Donna just smiled as though she were
enjoying them. In actuality, I was too.

Lisa reached under the table, grabbed her sandals, placed them on the table
and slid them across to Angie.

"Put my shoes on Angie" she demanded. She got up, sat on the table and crossed
her legs.

Angie grabbed Lisa’s shoes, walked around to the other side of the table and
stood in front of Lisa. She dropped the shoes to the floor and grabbed Lisa’s
biceps.

"You want those...don’t you" Lisa asked, curling them just slightly.

"And you want this" Angie said. She reached down and kissed Lisa, even more
passionately than before, holding each other for a good 15 seconds. Then Angie
pulled back.

"Put your own shoes on" Angie said. Then she turned and headed towards the
cafeteria exit.

"I hate it when she does that...I’m so strong...but she makes me so weak."
Lisa said reaching down for her shoes.

Donna laughed, and I finally did too, finding the humor, and the sensuality,
and a bit of jealousy, in my two best friends. I’m just glad we were the only
ones in the cafeteria.

"Wait for me!" Lisa cried as she struggled to put her sandals back on.
"Dammit...I broke a nail," she said looking at her hand. Then Angie walked
back towards us.

"You’re such a baby," she said. And she reached down and fixed whatever was
wrong with Lisa’s sandal.

"See? I knew I could get you to put my shoe on," Lisa said smiling.

"Lisa...you’re such a...the hell with it...are we going or not...muscle girl?"
Angie asked Lisa.

"Prove that you mean it" Lisa said as she rolled up her sleeve.

"Angie...my muscles are just for you," she said as she flexed her arm. And as
Lisa’s bicep started to rise. Angie’s blushed with anticipation.

"Oh my...she’s amazing" Donna whispered, "There really are other girls like
me."

"But this one’s mine" Angie said possessively, placing her hand on Lisa’s
still growing muscle.

"Well...aren’t you going to kiss it?" Lisa asked.

Angie moved her lips close to Lisa’s arm, then backed away.

"No" she said and started walking away. But she looked back to catch Lisa’s
reaction.

"Shit" Lisa muttered silently.

"Wait for me" Lisa called running towards Angie. She reached her and Angie
gently pinched Lisa’s behind.

Lisa jumped slightly and turned to Angie.

"You’ll pay for that," she said.

"I hope so" Angie replied. And they left the cafeteria hand in hand, leaving
Donna and I alone.

Continued in Part 2