Crystal By The Collector My 16th birthday Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is of an adult nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com It was my sixteenth birthday. I had invited friends over for my first co-ed party, not a large group, just the usual kids I hung around with. I had no real expectations for the night since I knew all of them pretty real, and really just wanted to have a good time. They arrived between 8 and 8:30. Along with my best friend Wingnut, there was Patty, Sheila, Ray and his sister Crystal, Ken and his sister Vicki, Barry and Linda. The thought of pairing up with one of the girls had occurred to me, but I was unsure of myself and didn’t know what to expect. I had never hosted a mixed party before, except before I started getting interested in girls. The girls were well dressed for tonight, better than I had ever seen them at school. They looked uncomfortably beautiful; having disposed of the jeans and sweats they had been accustomed to wearing and now carried the elegance of young beautiful women entering their prime. Where their bodies had been hidden before under the baggy clothes, they now displayed them, not yet sure of how they would affect us. They sensed a difference in the way we looked at them, realizing how special they were now, yet trying hard not to lose the closeness that already existed amongst us. As my eyes looked around the room, I looked at each girl, trying to reconcile all I had known about them with how they looked tonight. These were the girls I had known, had grown up with, had played with, and yet, they had changed overnight. As I looked at each of them, I also began to have a different appreciation for each subtlety in their bodies. While I found these affections strange at the time, I would later discover the inherent pleasure in them. As they sat in a group while I tended the CD player, I looked at each one carefully. Patti was talking animatedly to Barry. She was the most outgoing of our group, and the most fun to be with. We had all thought Patti the best built of the girls in our group and we had talked on numerous occasions about how big her breasts really were. She had always worn frumpy clothes, trying to be fashionable, that hid her curves, but we were not disappointed tonight. As I looked at her talking to Barry, her dark hair flowed easily to her shoulders. As she spoke, her brown eyes seemed to dance with each word from her full, red lips. Her white blouse was held tight to her body as our eyes were graced with seeing the fullness of her breasts held captive inside, taut against a blouse that seemed too small to hold them. She wore a red skirt just above her knees and red heels that made her seem taller than her 5’7”. Sheila, at 5’5” was the quiet one amongst us, and the brains of our group. Yet in another year, she would blossom, and dispose of her shell, to become our high school’s most sought after girl, by that time unattainable to me. She was talking to Ray, which seemed odd, as they were the two that had the least in common. Her expression was one of concern and seriousness, as it most always was, but her face was inviting pretty, long and gentle, with blue eyes and full lips and almost no makeup. Her brownish/blonde hair went just to her shoulders and offset the light brown blouse she wore with a matching print skirt. As her back was to me, I could see the beautiful curves in her body, but found an attraction to her legs, her calves nearly perfect and raised in beige heels. Crystal, Ray’s sister, had long dark hair, with somewhat exotic looks, thinking back. I wouldn’t have know what exotic meant at 16, but wished I had. I was to have an enjoyable relationship with Crystal in a couple years. Crystal was tall, at 5’6”, yet thin and had looked older than the rest of the girls, because of her looks. Her dark eyes had a piercing effect on me, and even when she smiled, her face seemed to say, “I know something you don’t.” She always dressed a little different and tonight was no exception. In a tight pink skirt that fit her too nicely, she had on a white blouse open all the way down that formed a ‘V’, tied at her waist with a pink pullover underneath. She was talking with Ken, shifting her bare feet from side to side as she spoke. We had heard rumors that Crystal was exceptionally strong, but couldn’t accept it in light of her feminine looks. And no one seemed to know where the rumor came from. Vicki was the shortest of the group at 5’3”, with short blonde hair, a little dark, and breasts that always seemed to be perfect, not too big or too small, and the perfect shape. She was the cute one, not beautiful, but with a look of innocence, and could pass for younger than she was. She surprised all of us tonight when she walked in. She wore a beige skirt and a pink sweater that clung to her nicely. Her beauty was understated, yet called for our attention. As she stood talking with Crystal and Ken, my eyes could help but be attracted to her legs, accentuated by her hi heeled beige sandals. I looked at her toes, painted a subtle pink, and felt an unusual attraction towards them. Linda was nice to everyone, almost perky, very pretty with blonde hair tied with a ribbon into a ponytail, and one of my closest friends. She was a tomboy at heart, very athletic, played ball with us, and was better than some of the guys at several sports, surprising since she was only 5’4”. We never viewed her as a threat, even though deep down we knew there was a chance she was probably stronger than some of us were, though we didn’t want to chance finding out. Linda wore a bright yellow blouse, with a print skirt and her familiar ponytail. Her face was different, now painted with subdued colors, that made her look slightly older, prettier. Wearing white heels, her legs were full and slightly muscular. As she walked, the muscles in her legs moved to announce themselves, taking on a life of heir own. The night was uneventful, yet enjoyable. We laughed, ate, talked about other people we knew, played games like Twister, and as the night wore on, I became aware of my attraction towards all of them. While I wasn’t much for dancing, the girls eventually got us on the floor. After a few dances of contorting myself, I found the unexpected pleasures of slow dancing. Thanks to Crystal I felt a strange sensation come over me that I’d only felt in private and suddenly began to look at Crystal, and the other girls in yet another new light. That she could make me feel this good, just by touching me, and being close to me, was the best thing I learned in school, and the only thing that really mattered. Around 10:30, we began looking for other diversions. There was an element of tension in the room we were all aware of. Then, Ray shouted, of all things, “Hey, let’s armwrestle!” It wasn’t what I would have chosen, but the other guys went along with Ray, who was our unofficial leader. The girls weren’t too crazy about it either, but Ray convinced them as well. We, just the guys, went into a round robin affair, each of us wrestling all the other guys. When it was done, I had won 2 and lost 2, with the eventual winner being, Ray. He was quite a bit stronger than the rest of us, though none of us were surprised. After we finished the girls decided they also wanted to see who the strongest of them was. Although I’d had encounters with girls in tests of strength when I was younger, I had not paid that much attention to them, but somehow things seemed a little different. Just the thought of thinking who the strongest of them was had sent me into a slight power surge, which I didn’t understand. My money was on Crystal. I figured since Ray was stronger than the rest of us, his sister was probably stronger than the girls were as well. And there may have been something to the rumors. Then I had a thought…what if she was stronger than I was? I had casually glanced at Crystal, wondering if it was possible that a girl as beautiful as Crystal could be stronger than the boys were. It was a thought I would continue to nurture as the night progressed, and began to look at each one of the girls, wondering how strong each of them really was. The thought of each, or any one, of the girls being stronger than I, had sent me into a tizzy, trying to reconcile their potential strength with their femininity. Linda came to mind as I looked at her, knowing she could beat one or more of us. Then another thought occurred to me…what if they have muscles too? I knew Linda was more muscular than the other girls were, but could she have muscles bigger…and stronger than the guys? The thought was unbearably pleasant, as I looked at each of their pretty faces, then glanced casually at their arms, hoping to see a small rise from one of them as the night progressed. I had my own expectation as to which the winner would be, but like all my later assumptions in life about women, I was to be proven wrong. The girls started to pair off. Patti, not unexpectedly, had her arm on the table first. She was the tallest, and no doubt had intentions on winning the evening’s event. Linda jumped at the chance to go against her, even though Patti was much taller. As their arms squared up, there was determination in both their eyes; both were smiling, confident of winning. As Ray said ‘GO!’ we watched, curious more than anything. Their arms held for only a second, then as quickly as they had started, Linda easily drove Patti’s arm to the table. The look on Patti’s face was one of shock as though Linda couldn’t possibly be so strong as to beat her so easily. Linda clapped her hands daintily, then pulled Patti close and gave her a hug. As Ray was coordinating the event, he quickly moved Linda and Patti away from the table, and brought up Sheila and Crystal. Patti and Linda stood back from the table near me. I noticed Patti rubbing her arm, looking at Linda. “Gosh Linda, I thought I was pretty strong. I didn’t even have a chance.” Said Patti. “I didn’t know I was that strong. Hope I didn’t hurt your arm.” Her concern was genuine, though Linda smiled at her, thoroughly enjoying her new superiority over Patti. She looked at Patti playfully, then raised her right arm, flexing. As she did, I watched, as her sleeve suddenly became taut! At that moment, I felt Linda was probably stronger than any of us realized she was. And I wasn’t sure my own arm couldn’t match the subtle display she had just shown. While I didn’t actually see it, I harbored images of how strong she must be, and that sensation came back to me. I looked at Linda, caught in my own thoughts about her. She caught me looking, and smiled, apparently not knowing what I was really looking at, or thinking. Sheila and Crystal had their arms locked, facing each other. I didn’t expect this to be much of a contest, and it wasn’t. As Ray said ‘GO’, Crystal put Sheila’s arm down, with slightly more effort than it had taken Linda to beat Patti. The two girls looked at each other and smiled, as though both knew the result before they had started. As Crystal got up, she and Linda looked at each other, the battle lines being drawn. Ray ushered Patti and Vicki to the table. The tallest girl, Patti, and the shortest placed their arms on the table in what appeared to be a mismatch. I t was obvious that Patti should have a leverage advantage as she was 4 inches taller than Vicki, and probably 15-20 pounds heavier. When Ray said ‘GO’, it was a mismatch. Patti may have been tired from her previous match with Crystal, but I was mesmerized as Vicki, much smaller, clearly outmuscled Patti as her small arm drove Patti to the table as fast as Linda had done. As she was moving her arm, I noticed a small jump in the fabric of her pink sweater, a muscle appeared quickly, bigger than I would have expected from Vicki, and then fell. After she was pinned, Patti looked at Vicki, a look of frustration on her face at not being able to beat the smallest of the girls. Vicki gave her a look that said ‘I’m sorry’, which she no doubt was genuine about. As the girls stood up, Vicki stood next to me, not on purpose, just finding an open place. “Wow, you were really good”, I whispered. “I didn’t think you were that strong.” “Thanks, I didn’t mean to hurt Patti’s feelings though.” As she spoke, her innocent face told me there was no way Vicki could match Linda, or even Crystal. I glanced down at her arm, hoping to see something. As Vicki caught me looking, she jerked her arm upward slightly, and it appeared again, raising the sleeve of her sweater! I had never thought of Vicki like this, but her little muscle was driving me nuts! And she knew it! But having a cute little muscle and being strong are two different things. We all stood there as the next few matches went much as expected based on what had transpired so far. Sheila lost to Linda in another not-so-close match, Crystal then beat Patti, her third loss in a row and none of them even close and Vicki beat Sheila, also easily. Patti and Sheila squared off, each wanting at least one win. While it was close, the match went nearly 20 seconds with Sheila beating Patti. Patti got up from the table feeling dejected. Barry saw this as an opportunity, and went and put his arm around her, holding her, which seemed to uplift her, knowing she was still, and always would be, one of us. What had started out as friendly competition now filled the air with anticipation from everyone. While the guys’ matches went much as expected, the girls hadn’t and everyone wanted to know the end result. The pecking order for the girls in our group had been disrupted. Patti had always been the unofficial leader, followed by Crystal, Linda, Vicki and Sheila. A new element, strength, had entered; it’s impact on the girls, and on us, unknown. And I wondered if anyone of the other guys had felt the same as I did. I kept thinking about Linda’s bicep, and her strength, and yet she was so feminine! I looked at Crystal, those erotically pleasing looks, the girl who had her arms around me earlier, slow dancing, and I wished, hoped she was strong, much stronger than I was. Crystal and Linda had been exchanging glances the last couple of minutes, each awaiting the inevitable, and each looking forward to it. They both casually glanced at Vicki from time to time, with Vicki somewhat intimidated by the other two, slightly taller girls. Ray ordered Vicki and Crystal to the table. As they sat down, we all anticipated a somewhat close match, but were unsure of Vicki’s strength. She had easily beaten Patti and Sheila, but because of her size wondered if she really had a chance with Crystal. Crystal looked at Vicki aggressively, wanting the match to start, anxious to put her away. Vicki remained calm, somewhat timid, and, like the rest of us, almost afraid of how strong Crystal may be. As their hands locked, Crystal stared into Vicki’s eyes, wanting to beat her badly, to send a message to Linda. As Ray said ‘GO’, Crystal got an easy jump on Vicki, pushing her arm past center, then it stopped, froze as Vicki recovered. Crystal pushed harder, but Vicki’s arm held as confusion filled Crystal’s eyes. Then Vicki started to push, and Crystal’s arm began to move, seemingly unable to stop Vicki. “No…no.” Crystal cried as Vicki kept pushing, her strength now showing itself. Then a smile came to her face as she continued to push, confidence suddenly arising from her. She pushed Crystal past midpoint, as the look on Crystal’s face was one of desperation. She couldn’t stop Vicki, no matter how hard she tried or wished it to happen. And Vicki had developed a smile directed at Crystal that was vicious, yet tantalizing, and knowing she was overpowering her, and Crystal was helpless against her. As Vicki drove Crystal’s arm slowly towards the table, her sleeve rose again, this time bigger, expanding her sweater. As her muscle rose, the fabric started to slide from the top of her pretty bicep. As it slid down, a small ball appeared, and every eye in the room went to Vicki, with Crystal now nearly pinned. “Oh my Vicki” I heard Linda say. Linda placed her hand on Vicki’s arm, and squeezed it gently, and became somewhat flushed, as Vicki concentrated on Crystal. Seemingly drawing additional strength from Linda, Vicki took Crystal’s arm and drove her the rest of the way to the table easily. Crystal stood up. “That’s not fair, I should have won,” yelled Crystal. Ray, her brother, answered back, “She beat you fair, what’re you crying about?” Crystal looked at Ray, angered, “Well, I can beat you, and you know it!” “Hey, you’re not supposed to…” “Not supposed to say anything? Not supposed to say that your little sister is stronger than you?” “But, Mom said you’re not…” “Well, mommy’s not here to protect you. C’mon, let’s do it right now.” She was taunting him, much to my joy. “Yea, C’mon Ray. Let’s see” I chimed in. Ray gave me a dirty look that meant there was something to the rumors. But I didn’t see any way that a 15-year-old girl could beat her bigger, 17-year-old brother. Crystal sat back down and placed her arm on the table. “C’mon, right now”, she yelled at Ray. “Well, go ahead Ray”, Linda said, Crystal having found an unexpected ally. Ray looked around; realizing there was no way to escape his younger sister’s challenge. She was mad, wanted revenge on someone for her loss to Vicki, and felt strong enough to beat her brother. Their hands gripped each other’s, though Ray’s appeared twice the size of his sister’s. Barry said ‘GO’ and Crystal’s hand started to move, as Ray came close to pinning her. When she was close to the table, Crystal suddenly gained a burst of strength and began pushing Ray back. Ray cried, ‘No, not again’ and we knew this had happened before. Crystal was enjoying tormenting her older brother. ‘Now look at this Ray.’ With her other hand, she moved the sleeve up her arm, and her muscle dangerously appeared. As she pushed Ray, it got bigger, bigger than mine, and bigger than any other guy I knew. “No, Crystal, please…” Ray whispered. He saw his little sister’s arm and seemed to weaken as she pushed him down easily, almost as easily as she had beaten Patti. Crystal was much stronger than I’d even hoped for. “There big brother, how was that?” “That’s not fair! You promised you’d never show me up.” “Well, what’s not fair, big brother?” That I’m so strong, you can’t do anything about it? That you can never ever beat me?” “Y-yes.” “Well, too bad, it had to happen some time. You’re stronger than your friends are, but I’m stronger than all the boys here are also. And there’s nothing they can do about it. And the other girls are stronger than the boys are too. Linda and I are about the same, but even Patti’s stronger than you guys.” We all looked at Patti, surprised, as she smiled coyly. Barry then looked at her. “Patti? You-you’re strong too?” Barry blushed as he asked her. “Maybe…would you like to see me do something really strong? That wouldn’t scare you, would it?” “Y-yes” still blushing, thinking the same thoughts I was thinking. “Come here.” She grabbed Barry by his belt and pulled him close to her. “Now hold your arms out like this.” She demonstrated a cross with his arms out parallel to the floor. “Now hold your arms still.” She looked at him teasingly as we wondered what she was up to. She placed her two index fingers under his arms and spread her legs apart. She looked into his eyes, a bright smile on her face, as she began to lift him off the floor! A look of shock came across Barry’s face. He looked down at her and smiled at her, uncomfortably. “Ohmygod Patti…gees…you’re so strong…oh f…” He muttered. He started writhing slightly in his lower body, Patti clearly exciting him. Patti, seeing her effect on him, let him down slowly. “I gotta go upstairs!” he announced. He started for the stairs. “Hurry back Barry!” Patti called. As we waited for Barry to return, Ken said, “Hey, Vicki, show us your muscles. How come I’ve never seen ‘em? And how come you’re so strong?” “I’d rather not…just yet”, she said quietly, ignoring the rest of his question. I wanted to ask her again to show us hers, but I didn’t dare. Having beaten Crystal, and based on what Crystal had said, Vicki was no doubt the strongest amongst us and I found a new attraction to her that I didn’t want to spoil with a stupid question, knowing she had some reservations. I wanted to see her arms so badly, to see her strength. She was so pretty tonight, and knowing she was so strong, it hurt to look at her Ray had moved away towards Sheila. They were at the CD player, looking to change the mood. In the meantime, Linda was showing off for Wingnut. She was seated at the table with her right arm propped up. Wingnut was standing across from her, to her left, with both hands on hers, pushing against her arm with his entire body. “No way Linda! You…can’t…be…this…strong.” his words coinciding with each push against her. She pulled her hand away as Wingnut flew across the table, landing on the other side. She got up, stood on the table, then bent down to see Wingnut. “What happened?” As he looked up at her, she curled her finger at him. She stood up, her hands on her hips; her legs spread looking down at him. She unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse slowly, and rolled them all the way up to her shoulders. Linda looked in our direction and smiled, then returned to Wingnut. He rose slowly, their eyes locked. She moved closer to him then bent down and put her face close to his. She placed her arms outward and rested her elbows on his shoulders. “Now do you want to see how strong I am?” “Yes…please Linda.” She had mesmerized him, as he looked at her as though in a trance. She whispered to him, “Put your hands on my arms.” We watched, captivated, as Wingnut’s hand went to Linda’s biceps, and I was envious of him. I had seen them first! She began to curl her arms…we watched as each movement drove them higher. At first, Wingnut’s hands hid them, then his hands spread and I saw them…they had grown bigger than I could have imagined. I guessed at 16”. I couldn’t imagine how strong she must be. “Oh Linda…so strong…your muscles Linda…” Wingnut was babbling as we sat and watched them. As her arms got bigger, Wingnut, and Linda, enjoyed themselves even more. Unexpectedly, Linda then moved her lips to Wingnut and kissed him. He gripped her arms tighter, as she lifted him from the floor, set him on the table, and he placed his arms around her. We applauded her, which suddenly broke up their embrace. Linda did a curtsy for us, jumped off the table and Wingnut followed her to a far corner of the room, apparently lost for the night. I was intensely jealous; knowing there was nothing I could do. Vicki and I went to the CD player to help Ray and Sheila. Thumbing through them, Vicki found something she wanted, wouldn’t let me see it, but gave it to Sheila, and Sheila popped it in. Vicki found a dimmer switch in the room and turned the lights down, much to the applause of everyone. “Come and dance with me” Vicki said, taking my hand. As I heard ‘Color My World’ come over the speakers, I silently thanked Vicki, then we took each other in our arms. I pulled her close to me, and felt her softness next to me. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I tried to reconcile how a girl so beautiful could be so powerful. She looked up at me. “What’re you thinking about?” she asked. My mouth was dry, unsure of what she’d think. “I was…was thinking about how strong you are, and your muscles, and how sexy you are.” A smile came to her face. “Do you like a girl that’s as strong as me?” She pulled me closer, her beautiful innocent face staring up at me, her thin body in my hands and felt her soft breasts next to me. She felt fragile, yet I knew better. “I love your strength Vicki…you’re so strong, I can’t help it.” I reached down and touched her lips and felt a softness I hadn’t felt before. She kissed back and pulled me tighter in her powerful arms. She pulled back from me and asked the question I wanted to hear. “Would you like to see my muscles?” “I-Iwanted to ask…but I didn’t think you wanted to show them.” “Watch this” she said, turning her back to me, her legs apart. I looked over her shoulder, down her perfect body and put my hands on her arms, so soft and feminine. Her smell was sweet, her scent carrying through my entire body. I caught a glimpse of her toes again, so pretty, staring up at me. As I watched her small feminine, hands turn into fists I felt her arms harden. She raised them as my hands moved to her biceps and I carefully slid back the fabric of her sweater. My fingers felt them begin to rise as she curled her arm. Small balls of steel appeared in my hands…I gripped them tightly as she looked back at me, her tongue lightly licking her lips. Then she smiled at me, and I felt her arms get bigger, stronger, and I moved closer to her. I looked at her, wanting, and I moved to her lips and gently touched them. As I did, a slight moan came from her, and her arms raised further, my hands now massaging them, now bigger than Linda’s. She tightened her arms, and I felt her strength in my hands, now wanting her so badly. I moved my lips to her neck, and lightly touched her. She shivered almost immediately, dropped her arms and turned around. She placed her arms around me and looked at me. I felt her arms tighten, her breath heavier. I looked at her, “Oh…I love your strength Vicki…you’re so…” Before I could finish, I felt her leg wrap around mine, as her lips found my neck. She pulled me even closer as our hands began to roam over each other, and I heard a slight moan from her. With her lips to my ear, she whispered, “Let’s go… and leave the others here.” We ran upstairs, grabbed a blanket from the closet, and stepped outside. The night air was warm, a light breeze blowing across us. We stopped for only a moment and looked at each other. She took my hand, and said ‘C’mon’ and we headed for the woods across the street. She tightened her grip on my hand, and looked up at me and smiled, and my thoughts turned to having her powerful beautiful body next to mine.