Cheryl
By The collector
A phone call to Cheryl or “Wow…another one of my sisters friends!”

Copyright 1998 The collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
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My sister had been setting me up with her friends for years.  I had 
dated a number of them, not quite finding the woman to set me on fire, 
but she kept trying.  She had met a woman, Cheryl, at work she thought I 
might be interested in, gave me her number, so I said I’d call her, 
though I didn’t really hold out any hope for anything lasting.   But if 
nothing else, a chance to meet someone new and a maybe a good time for a 
Saturday night.  Apparently, Cheryl had liked what my sister said and 
was at least interested in meeting me. 

As always, with a knot in my throat, and butterflies, I called her. 

Cheryl Hello 

Jerry: Is this Cheryl? 

Cheryl: Who is this? 

Jerry: I’m sorry, my name is Jerry.  Cheryl is a friend of my sister’s. 

Cheryl: Oh, hi. This is Cheryl.  I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. 

Jerry: Oh, my fault, I should have said something first.  Am I calling 
at a bad time? 

Cheryl: No, I was just watching TV.  But nothing that I can’t watch in 
reruns. 

Jerry: Karen said you just moved here from Florida.  How do you like it 
so far, with the new job and everything? 

Cheryl: I’m getting used to it.  Work is fun, the people are great, but 
it’s difficult meeting new people.  Your sister’s been a lifesaver, 
helping me find a decent apartment, places to shop.  And we’ve gone out 
a few times, she’s a lot of fun to be with.  And she’s told me a lot 
about you, too. 

Jerry: Oh, oh, and you’ll still talk to me? 

Cheryl: She seems to think a lot of you, so I think that’s good enough 
for me.  I’m a pretty good judge of character anyhow.  And she said 
you’re a lot of fun, and I definitely like to have fun.  What do you 
like to do Jerry? 

Jerry: Well, by myself, I really like music, I play drums, a good spy 
novel is always great, and I even like to cook.  I like to go to clubs, 
ride horses, go to concerts, play a little sports, basketball and tennis 
mostly, most anything really.  As long as I’m with someone that enjoys 
what they’re doing, and I can talk to.  What about you?  

Cheryl: I’m like you, I can have fun doing most anything.  But it’s 
gotta be with someone I enjoy being with, someone I can talk to also.  
And sometimes we don’t have to do anything; just being together is nice 
too, if it’s someone special.  I like to go out to clubs, dancing, 
getting dressed up for dinner is nice too, once in a while, but I’d 
almost always rather go out for pizza.  And I like sports, I play 
softball, and tennis, and I spend too much time in the gym.  I’ve just 
always been athletic, and really enjoy it. 

Jerry: I like a woman that’s athletic, and tries to take care of 
herself.  I do the same thing.  I work out a few times a week, plus 
basketball is great C-V exercise.  I don’t want to sound…well, out of 
line, but do you mind if I ask what you look like?  It’s not that I 
don’t like everything else, but it’d be nice to know. 

Cheryl: I was thinking the same thing.  But you first… 

Jerry: Fair is fair, I guess.  Well, I’m 5’9”, about 165, a little 
muscular from working out, and I’ve got reddish blonde hair, blue eyes.  
And I’ve been told I’m a good-looking guy.  A little different looking, 
but still handsome.  Let’s see, I still have everything, teeth, hair, 
yep, guess that’s about it. 

Cheryl: Sounds very nice, Jerry. And nothing wrong with being a little 
different.  I have a little different look myself.  But I’m 5’5”, about 
125, but don’t tell anyone, dark hair down over my shoulders, really 
curly, blue eyes, and I have a nice figure, I don’t think you’d be 
disappointed.  Oh, and I have very nice legs.  I don’t mean to brag, but 
I do.  I even won a beauty contest at a county fair back home a couple 
years ago. 

Jerry: Oh, you sound gorgeous Cheryl.  But what’s so different besides 
those great legs? 

Cheryl: You may be disappointed when I tell you.  Are you sure you want 
to know?  It’s a real turn off to some guys.  Such a turn off that I 
have trouble getting dates because of it.  But you’ve got to promise not 
to say anything to Karen. 

Jerry: You sound great to me.  I can’t think of anything that would 
disappoint me, but now you’ve got me curious.  And I promise. 

Cheryl: Well, here goes but don’t say I didn’t warn you.  You know I 
told you I was really athletic, and went to the gym, and worked out and 
all? 

Jerry: Sure, go on. 

Cheryl: Well, it’s more than that.  I’ve always been into sports and 
everything, and I’ve tried hard to develop my body without losing my 
femininity.  Well, I’ve become really muscular, and very strong.  Well, 
I had super genetics to start with, and have been strong since I can 
remember; I just built upon that. 

Jerry: (Silence) 

Cheryl: Are you still there, Jerry? 

Jerry: Y…yes. Just catching my breath. 

Cheryl: It turns you off doesn’t it?  Well, I had to tell you, you’d 
find out sooner or later anyway. 

Jerry: Well, before I say anything, and as long as we’re making 
promises, before I tell you what I think, you’ll say nothing to Karen? 

Cheryl: Mmmm, getting interesting.  OK, a promise for a promise. 

Jerry: Well, OK.  And you may be disappointed in me after this, but 
you’ve got me…interested, let’s say. 

Cheryl: Your voice is shaking Jerry.  Is everything OK? 

Jerry: Yea, everything’s fine.  But the thought of you…being strong, 
talking about your strength. is…very sensuous.  And you’re muscular too? 

Cheryl: You’re serious, it doesn’t bother you?  Actually, from the sound 
of your voice, it sounds like you’re a little excited.  I’m very 
muscular, but you can’t tell unless I start flexing or something. 

Jerry: How does it feel to be like that?  That strong, and muscular, and 
beautiful? And do you mind if I ask how muscular? 

Cheryl: I feel very sexy, very feminine, I don’t care what anybody else 
says.  Does the thought of a woman’s muscles bother you Jerry? 

Jerry: Oh man, I think that is just so sexy, so erotic.  

Cheryl: I’m glad you find it attractive.  I’d like to get a little 
bigger, but if I do, I’m afraid I’ll lose my femininity.  I’m not as big 
as some girls are, but I’m a lot stronger than most. 
 
Jerry: Cheryl, you’re driving me crazy!  The thought of you, if you’re 
as attractive as you say you are, and as strong, I just think you’re the 
ultimate woman.  I think that is just so sexy!  And the fact that you 
know you’re strong, and like it, drives me nuts!  I’ve always been 
infatuated with a woman’s biceps and I’m dying to ask you about yours. 

Cheryl: We’re telling deep dark secrets now, huh?  I think you’d like my 
biceps.  You wouldn’t be able to see a lot unless I curled my arm or 
flex, but when I do, they just jump out. 

Jerry: Are you serious?  I love that Cheryl!  Just thinking about you is 
killing me.  Mind if I ask how big they are? 

Cheryl: Well, if you just measured my arm, it’d be only 11 inches.  But 
when I start flexing, they just really start to grow and look like big 
baseballs, about 16 inches. 

Jerry: Damn, you must love that. 

Cheryl: I love my strength Jerry.  How do you feel about it? 

Jerry: I think you’re intimidating, but in a sensual way, if that makes 
sense to you. 

Cheryl: How do I intimidate you Jerry? 

Jerry: From what you’ve said, you’re probably very beautiful, the kind 
of girl that stops a room when she walks in, when both men and women 
stop to look at her, that looks good in anything, that’s confident in 
herself, and is very aware of how she looks. 

Cheryl: That’s all very true Jerry.  But just being beautiful shouldn’t 
intimidate you.  Is it my strength?  Because I’m so strong? 

Jerry: Yes…and the way you’re so casual about it.  It’s as though it’s 
no big deal to you.  And the thought you may even be stronger than I may 
just makes you that much more desirable. 

Cheryl: I’m not casual about it at all.  I think strength is very 
sensual, or it can be.  It depends on what you’re with, how you feel 
about each other.  As far as being stronger than you, I don’t think you 
have any idea of my strength.  I’ve hurt men much bigger than you, with 
very little effort.  Do you think you’re stronger than I am Jerry? 

Jerry: I…I’m not sure.  You’re so confident, I’m questioning myself.  No 
woman’s ever done this to me before.  I thought I was strong, I used to 
box, and I can bench press about 170 pounds. 

Cheryl: (Laughing) Well, that’s not bad Jerry, it really isn’t.  But, 
like I said, I don’t think you have any idea of what I can do if I want 
to.  And you wouldn’t have a clue just to look at me. 

Jerry: You mean you’re even stronger than that?  You can’t be Cheryl.  
There’s no way.  What’s the one thing you’ve done to show off your 
strength? 

Cheryl: Well, the one that was the most fun was when my brother got into 
a fight.  He was losing badly to a much bigger guy, and I had to take 
care of him. 

Jerry: What do you mean? 

Cheryl: After I got them separated, this guy, and he was big, over six 
feet and I think close to 250 pounds, he just looked at me for a second, 
then he swung at me. 

Jerry: And? 

Cheryl: When his fist came close to me, I grabbed, and just held it.  I 
laughed at him when he tried to pull away, then I started squeezing his 
hand.  It was hard because his hand was so big, and I could barely get 
mine around it.  Anyhow, I was laughing, and staring him in the eyes, 
and I started squeezing harder, and he couldn’t stand the pain.  He 
screamed, then his legs just seemed to fall out from under him and he 
went to his knees.  He looked up at me, and I felt so sorry for a 
second, but then I felt stronger than I ever had, so powerful, that I 
could easily dominate a man his size.  I squeezed his hand harder, 
careful not to break anything, and told him to beg me to stop.  And I 
kept squeezing his hand harder until he did.  Jerry, it was great.  By 
the time I finished, he was crying, and everyone was laughing at him. 

Jerry: Cheryl that’s really sexy.  Does it turn you on to use your 
strength like that? 

Cheryl: I think you know the answer to that don’t you? 

Jerry: Yea, I do.  And I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I like 
the thought of it too. 

Cheryl: I don’t mind Jerry.  At least we have something in common. 

Jerry: Does that mean you’ll go out with me?  Even after everything I’ve 
told you? 

Cheryl: Why wouldn’t I?  All you have to do is ask. 

Jerry: Uh, would you like to go out next week? 

Cheryl: No, I don’t think so Jerry. 

Jerry: But you said… 

Cheryl: But I’m free tonight.  Pick me up at 7?  And bring a change of 
clothes.  Bye Jerry. 

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