Donna By The Collector A Sorority Girl’s Strength Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com Saturday afternoons in the fall were great, especially when the football team had an away game. When they were, a few guys from my frat, and some girls from one of the sororities across campus got together for a game of touch football. It was always fun, a way to meet girls, and a precursor to parties we usually had on Saturday night. It wasn’t a big event as most other people had commitments, but we usually had enough to make two decent teams, and hopefully enough to make the odds 1:1, just for fun. Since it was the first open Saturday of the season, I looked forward to seeing a couple new girls. And I wasn’t disappointed. As the four of us from the frat were on the field, the girls showed up. I recognized two of them from last year, Lori and Angie. Angie was a pretty blonde, about 5’6”, and not a bad athlete, better than a lot of guys I knew. I had hoped, when teams were chosen, Lori would be on my team. Lori was 5’5”, a beautiful, and more than slightly muscular brunette, and would be the quarterback for whichever team she was on. She had probably the strongest arm I’d ever seen. I’ve seen her throw a football 75 yards on nearly a line shot. I don’t know where she got her strength, but I loved watching her. She was also one of the best athletes when we played, male or female. To be so good, and so strong, made her seem a little…erotic, for lack of a better word. Introductions were made all around. With Lori and Angie were two new girls, Kim and Donna. Kim was also about 5’6”, with long dark hair, a little thin, but at 35B-22-34, she had a very nice body and I found her to be very pleasant to talk with. Donna was only 5’4”, 114 and at 35C- 23-35, caught my heart almost immediately. She had short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes and didn’t look like she belonged out here. But it was only touch, so we’d have fun anyway. Teams were chosen…Lori wasn’t on mine…I had Angie and Kim, and Brad, my roommate. Anyway, they kicked off to us, which Angie took and ran back maybe 25 yards before being downed. We lined up for our first play, a pass. I was usually the best receiver on the field. With Brad at QB, we should do fairly well. Angie centered the ball to Brad and I flew downfield. The ball came close to me, I went up, and felt someone hit me hard as I went to the ground, then watched as Donna had taken off downfield with an interception. She got within twenty yards of scoring when Lori caught her. I struggled to my feet, somewhat more than embarrassed, and went to our huddle. “What happened?” Brad asked. “I dunno…I didn’t even see her…she hits like a truck though.” And she did…she knocked me on my butt. But as I hadn’t seen her, I wouldn’t let it happen again. We lined up for their first play with myself covering one of the guys and Brad the other. Kim was on Donna and we told Angie to get to Lori quick…don’t let her throw. The play started…Brad and I had our guys but Donna flew past Kim in a mismatch and took a pass from Lori and scored easily. 7-0. As they celebrated, we began planning strategy. Donna appeared to be too good to let one of the girls handle, so I was elected. Offensively, we would stick to our game plan. Brad and I were a good team, and we usually had pretty good results. After the kickoff and run back, we set up for out first play. Brad took the ball from center, I ran deep, and as last time, his pass was on target. I went up and got hammered again and saw the ball knocked away from me. I looked up just in time to see Donna walking away. She could have at least helped me up, but I didn’t let it bother me. We ran two more pass plays, and each time, Donna was there. I was fast, but she had no trouble keeping up with me. And even though I outweighed her by almost 60 pounds, every time she hit me, I felt like a 200 pound guy had knocked me over. I got hammered every time she came near me, and I couldn’t get close to catching a pass as long as she was close by. This went on all afternoon…Lori and Donna kept teaming up against us on offense. I started covering Donna when she went out. Three times Lori had thrown to her while I was there. Three times I went up with her to catch a pass…and three times she had wrestled the ball away from me. There was nothing I could do…she was just as strong as any girl I knew. Maybe even…stronger than I was. At least, she appeared to be. When we’d wrestle for a ball, she’d just…take it away from me. I felt helpless. It didn’t seem possible though. The afternoon wore on and I kept getting humiliated by Donna. I hated it. She was smaller than I was…yet she seemed unbelievably strong. Too strong for a girl. The score was 42-14. We were powerless to stop the Lori-Donna combination. They even ran a running play near the end of the game. Donna led her blocking and came right at me. I waited for her, hoping to dodge her to get at Lori. She banged into me with everything she had and lifted me off my feet as I fell on my butt again a couple yards from where she hit me. Lori was gone after that. I was dazed this time as I just lie there. “Are you OK?” a soft feminine voice asked. I opened my eyes and saw Donna knelt down next to me, her hand holding mine. “Uh…yea…I think so.” I stuttered. I shook the cobwebs out as she stood up and held out her hand. “Let me help you up” she said. I reached for her hand and she easily pulled met to my feet. My team was sitting under a tree, as defeated as the 49-14 score indicated. We ended the game at that point. I t was clearly a mismatch. Brad and I were the two best guys on the field. And we were humiliated by two girls who were, by all appearances, both better athletes…and stronger than we were. We stayed and talked a while, getting to know each other. My eyes were still on Lori, though I don’t think she had much of an interest in me. We left a half-hour later, knowing we’d all see each other that night. * * * I heard noise downstairs just after eight. The kegs had arrived, the girls were starting to show up, and the crowd was getting a bit rowdy. I wold make a fashionably late entrance, even if no one noticed. I didn’t want to be the first one there. Shortly after 8:30, I finished dressing and went downstairs. Most of the girls had arrived and the guys were in rare form. The stereo was blaring…there was laughter everywhere…a couple drinking games were going on in one of the side rooms…and everyone was having a good time. I milled from clique to clique, not expecting anything to happen. I finally found Lori, but she was with a couple guys and saw no point in adding a third. I kept moving, making small talk, then ventured into the living room. I looked around and noticed my nemesis, Donna standing in a group. She seemed bored, not talking, just looking around. And taller than when I has seen her this afternoon. I waved to her, just being polite, then she raised her hand and motioned me over to her. I made my way through the crowd and suddenly stopped when I saw her. It was an unexpected surprise. She was wearing a white short sleeved dress that clung to her as though painted on, slightly low cut, and coming maybe three inches above her knees. She was wearing the sexiest white platform sandals, at least on her they were sexy, that made her calves look sensuous and slightly muscular. Her body, beautiful as it was, was slightly more muscular then I expected, but femininely so. She looked…powerful, yet feminine and somewhat innocent as I approached her. “Hi Tom” she said cheerfully. “Hi Donna…you look…really nice.” I said, my understatement for the evening. “Thank you. I hope you’re feeling better than this afternoon.” Her voice was sweet, genuine…and I took a liking to her. She seemed genuinely concerned that I was feeling better. “I’m OK…thanks…a little bruised, but that always happens. No big deal.” I tried to brush it off. The music changed to something slow for a change. “Dance with me?” she asked. I wasn’t going to refuse. I set our beers down, then took her in my arms and we continued our conversation. She felt too good…much to good in my arms. Her body was firm, yet soft and her perfume was intoxicating. She rested her head on my shoulder, something that always got to me. She felt fragile, yet I suspected she was anything but. “Did you have fun this afternoon?” she asked softly. “Yea…I always have a great time. I got…knocked around a little more than usual, but it wasn’t that bad.” “I’m glad…I was worried I may have hurt you,” she said. And it suddenly dawned on me as I held her that she knew what she had done…and what she was capable of. And it suddenly felt very good having her so close. “You did… a couple times, but I guess I underestimated you.” Putting her on a pedestal, for whatever reason, gave me a comforting feeling. “That happens a lot to me. It happens a lot to girls like me.” “What do you mean…girls like you?” I asked. “Oh…girls that are a strong as I am…people, especially guys, don’t expect us to be as strong as we are. It really surprises most people.” Oh my…I was enjoying this. “I know…I couldn’t…I couldn’t believe your strength Donna.” “Seeing is believing I guess. Did you like what you saw?” she asked as she raised her head and looked into my eyes as the music wound down. I moved one hand from around her back and ran it down the sleeve of her dress until I reached her bicep. Her lips turned to a smile as I felt her arm tense in my hand and I felt something I’d never felt before…a girl’s muscle…a strong girl's muscle. “Wow…yes…I didn’t know a girl…could have muscles like yours Donna.” She blushed, but there was a look on her face…I can’t describe it. But she liked my reaction. “It’s a little crowded here…isn’t there anyplace in here a little less crowded?” she asked. “Uh…yea…there’s a small room in the back…just off the patio. It’s got a fireplace too.” “Let’s go,” she said. I started for the back room…and found her reaching for my hand, much to my delight. We entered to small room and closed the door behind us. I quickly lit the fireplace. Surprisingly, Donna locked the door, which I was more than happy to see. As the fire lit the room in a warm glow, Donna lay on the carpet in front of the fireplace and slipped her shoes off. She looked so seductive…her eyes motioned me to lie down next to her. We made small talk for a few minutes…she was being very coy…very alluring…I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. “Donna…could I ask you something? I don’t want you to think…I’m weird or something.” “I don’t think you’re weird…I think you’re nice. But…go ahead.” “It’s about…your strength. You look so pretty…but you’re so powerful…and so feminine.” She smiled and laughed quietly. “I know…to most people it doesn’t seem possible a girl can be as strong as I am…but they learn…like you did this afternoon. Just because a girl is attractive, and feminine doesn’t mean she can’t be physically powerful…or muscular.” “Wow…it must be great…knowing you’re stronger than other people.” “It’s…sexy…strength is very sexy. At least I think so…and so does Lori. And so are muscles. At least, I think my muscles are sexy.” “Donna…you’ve…you’ve got muscles?” “Yes…but they’re feminine…honest. At least I think they are.” She was almost defensive. “Donna…you’re…driving me nuts…” I said embarrassed. “I know…I was hoping to” she said. “I want a guy to admire my strength…I want a guy that finds my strength irresistible…and wants to admire my muscles.” Oh man…she was doing it to me. I moved closer to her…wanting to touch her lips so badly…but not as badly as she wanted it. She moved closer to me, pushed me back to the floor, and I felt Donna ravaging my lips, and the most wonderful sensation came over me as my hands wrapped around her lush, strong body. She pulled her lips away then moved back and pulled me up. I sat there wondering what had just happened, but not really caring. I just wanted more. “Donna…you felt so…strong...so powerful...I could feel your strength…your sexy strength…” My hands reached for her as she sat down in my lap, her dress raised as high as she could. “Come here Tom,” she said softly. Her legs straddled me and I felt her soft hands grasp the sides of my face as she again pulled me to her soft, moist lips, then felt her strong arm embrace me. Being in the arms of a beautiful sexy woman was the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt…or any man could ever feel. But in the arms of a woman with Donna’s strength was incredibly erotic. “Donna…I never knew a girl…could be so strong…and so feminine.” She smiled at me innocently. “I don’t do this all the time…I’ve never done this before Tom. You didn’t seem to be ashamed when I outplayed you this afternoon. Your ego didn’t get bruised so easily. So I thought…maybe he doesn’t mind a girl being stronger than he is. So I thought I’d try and find out.” “Wow…I’m glad you did. You’re so beautiful…and your strength…is such a turn on.” “That’s so sweet Tom…and it makes me feel…very sexy.” “Donna…your muscles…please Donna…” I whispered. I was in overdrive, wanting more than anything to touch her muscles…have her wonderful strength in my hands. She pulled away and smiled at me. Then slowly, seductively, she rolled up the sleeves of her dress. Our eyes never left each other’s…but I was like a kid waiting for a cookie. “Watch my muscles Tom…” she said as she curled her arm. Oh my…her bicep leapt up right away… “Donna…you’re so strong…” I whispered as my hand reached for it. She moved her arm back…just out of my reached and smiled at me. “Maybe it’ll get bigger Tom…and stronger…” she said smiling, teasing me. And it did. She kept curling and her bicep continued to rising, filling out her strong arm. It was already easily bigger than my own 14” arms. “Donna…I love your muscles Donna…” as I reached again for her arm and she again pulled back. This time we both laughed. “Like my girl strength Tom?” she asked teasingly. “Donna…I want your pretty muscles so much…” “See? All you had to say is my muscles were pretty.” She curled again and her bicep, strong and beautiful, peaked into the most powerful, most beautiful, muscle I’d ever seen. I placed my hand to it and it felt as soft as silk, yet as hard as steel, and I knew I had no real idea of how strong Donna really was…how much strength she really had. “That feels so good Tom” she whispered as I massaged her arm. I reached up and kissed her strength. It was more than she could handle as she pushed me to the floor and brought her sweet lips to mine. She pulled back for only a moment and looked into my eyes. “With what I’m going to do to you…you’ll never ever forget tonight.” She said. Her lips came close again and I felt for the first time how sensuous a beautiful woman’s strength can be. * * * At our next football game and party two weeks later, I was to learn how much women talked. Not only were Donna and I getting along much better than I had ever expected, but Lori had suddenly taken an interest in me. And as I was to find out that night, a much stronger interest.