Erin
By The Collector
Opposites attract or Erin usually gets what she wants 

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.
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I had made gaga eyes at Erin since the first time I’d seen her.  We had 
moved in different circles, but had some mutual acquaintances, which was 
the reason we were at the wedding.  Of one of my friends and one of 
hers.  We had spoken before on occasion, but I found her intimidating; 
she was opinionated, strong willed, and always spoke her mind, never 
wavering from what she thought.  She was astute, much more intelligent 
than I or anyone or else I knew. 

She was also extremely attractive, which made her that much more 
intimidating.  At only 5’2”, her body was slim, her breasts were small, 
but inviting, and she had legs that stopped me dead every time I saw 
them.  And today was no different.  She was wearing a white dress that 
clung to her, with clear sequins that glistened in the light.  Her long 
blonde hair was straight, falling to the middle of her back.  Her face 
was always animated, her blue eyes cut through me each time I looked at 
her.  Each time she caught me looking at her, she seemed to smile at 
herself, knowing what was in my thoughts at each moment. 

We had entered the reception hall almost an hour earlier.  Though I knew 
only a few people there, I had come by myself, hoping to make a few new 
friends.  As it was, most everyone was paired up, leaving little 
opportunity to spend any time with one person for too long.  I drifted 
from person to person, being amiable, yet unable to find a home base for 
the event.  All the while, I kept my eyes on Erin, watching her, and 
looking more and more embarrassed each time she saw me, yet she didn’t 
seem to mind.  She should be flattered, I thought, but then, most every 
guy was looking her way during the reception. 

She had no trouble finding dancing partners either.  If she didn’t get 
asked, she found one anyway, almost as though the guys didn’t have a 
chance.  I stayed on the sidelines just watching her.  I was 
unaccustomed to aggressive women, but I found this aspect of her 
incredibly appealing. 

A half-hour through the music, I retreated to the rear of the hall, 
found an open room and went inside.  It was bare, except for a folding 
table, upon which I sat, just to get away from the crowd for a few 
minutes.  The last song ended, and a moment later, Erin walked in, found 
a seat next to me on the table and sat down. 

“Hi” I said, not knowing what else to say.  She looked at me, those blue 
eyes piercing me again. 

“You were staring at me,” she said as she lit a cigarette. 

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.”  A slow smile came to her. 

“Yes you did.  You just don’t want to admit it to me, do you?” 

“Well, I…” 

“You have pretty blue eyes,” she said.  I looked behind me to see whom 
she was talking to. 

“You’re blushing” she said.  “You shouldn’t be back here alone.” 

“I just wanted to get away for a few minutes” I said. 

“I know…I like to get away too…but not today…come dance with me” she 
said, grabbing my hand, pulling me off the table and dragging me with 
her. 

We danced to something faster than I would have liked, catching her eyes 
as she whirled in front of me, wondering how to approach her after the 
music stopped.  But she already had plans. 

“Get me something to drink…I’ll meet you in the back room.” She 
commanded.  I felt like a kid being ordered around, yet was compelled to 
do as she asked. 

As I entered the room, she was sitting on the table; her beautiful legs 
caught my eyes immediately.  She saw me staring at them, and smiled at 
me. 

“You’re staring again.” 

“I-I’m sorry…you’re just…” 

“Don’t apologize, I know I’m beautiful…why shouldn’t you stare at me?”  
I couldn’t get over her aggressiveness, her confidence.  I was blushing, 
and felt she could see right through me. 

“Are you always this aggressive...with men?” 

“When I see something I want, I go after it…is there anything wrong with 
that?” 

“No…I’m not sure I know what you’re saying.” 

“I know you’re attracted to me…I’m beautiful, I’m smarter than you, and 
you like me being aggressive don’t you?  And that makes me all the more 
attractive, doesn’t it?” 

She was inciting the strangest feelings in me, feelings I’d known, but 
never put into words before, and she was hitting every one of them.  I 
suddenly felt very much as ease with her, knowing I didn’t have to play 
up all the macho crap I’d believed for years. She had some hidden 
insight into people that most women didn’t have. 

“Yes…I don’t know why, but it does.”  I was sitting on the table next to 
her, gazing into those eyes, thoroughly captivated, more attracted to 
her than ever. 

“Maybe it’s because our personalities are so complimentary.  We’re not 
the same people.  We have different strengths and weaknesses that play 
off each other.  Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?  Haven’t you 
ever seen two people, married or otherwise that were just alike?  Not 
very interesting are they?” 

She was right; all my friends were like this.  No wonder I hadn’t met 
the right person.  I was looking for someone like her and didn’t even 
know it. 

“Yes…I never thought of it that way.  We’re total opposites…yet I’m so 
attracted to you.  And now I’m letting my guard down.  No one’s ever 
been able to do that to me.”   She must have seen something, a look of 
confusion on my face, my feelings inside revealing themselves.  She 
gently stroked her hand down my face, as I looked at her, totally 
vulnerable. 

“You shouldn’t let it bother you.  We’d be very good for each other, you 
know that.  And I know it.” 

The she put her hand on my left sleeve.  “Roll this up” she said, 
unbuttoning my shirtsleeve. 

“What’re you doing?” I asked. 

“Now are you going to start questioning me?”  As she said this, she 
smiled and started rolling up the sleeve of her dress.  Her arms were 
thin, as I would have expected, yet her upper arm, though not tense, was 
somewhat larger than I would expected on a woman her size. 

“I wasn’t sure what…” 

“We are total opposites aren’t we?  And we’re both attracted to the 
things in each other that the other doesn’t have aren’t we?” 

“Yes, but…” 

She put her finger to my lips, silencing me.  She placed her hand on my 
bicep, grasping it tightly. 

“Now flex your arm…show me how strong you are.” She commanded.  
Embarrassingly, I did so, thinking this was the end of our short-lived 
relationship.  It wasn’t anything to brag about, nor was it small 
either.  She held it tightly, caressing it, but she also saw the look in 
my eyes that said, “Why’d you make me do this?” 

“I think it’s cute,” she said, “Hold it there, I want to show you 
something.” 

She placed her arm next to mine.  I watched in disbelief as she made a 
fist, her arm immediately tensing.  As she curled her arm, the small 
mass on her upper arm seemed to take shape, become larger.  She kept 
curling, slowly, and my eyes were drawn to her bicep.  With each subtle 
movement of her arm, it rose up, and wasn’t stopping.  She wasn’t even 
halfway, yet hers was bigger than mine.  I looked at mine, then hers, 
and I flexed mine harder, expecting it to grow; yet nothing happened.  
And she saw the look in my eyes, of both anguish, and pleasure. 

“Do you want me to stop?  It gets bigger.” 

“No…don’t stop Erin…” 

She continued curling…her arm reaching halfway, and her bicep didn’t 
stop…it had become a milky white mass, beautiful, sensuous, rising 
seemingly effortlessly on her part, and a change took place in her as 
well.  Her eyes were fixed on her arm, on her beautiful bicep, as it 
kept rising.  I uncurled my arm, and placed my hand around it.  It was 
as though I was touching steel, hard, perfectly round; it was easily 
passing 15” when I grasped it with both hands, trying to contain it. 

“Tell me I’m beautiful, Jerry” 

You’re gorgeous Erin…oh f…” 

She flexed harder, a final time as her strength pushed my hands apart.” 

“Tell me I’m strong Jerry…tell me my muscles are sexy.”  

I reached down and kissed her bicep.  “Erin, you’re so strong…I love 
your strength…and your muscles are so fucking beautiful.  I was surging, 
ecstatic.  Then without warning, she uncurled her arm and looked at me. 

“Do you really mean that?” she asked.  “Does my being so strong and 
muscular appeal to you?” 

She clearly caught me off guard, beside myself, hoping my answer 
wouldn’t lose her.  But I suspected she wanted the attention. 

“Yes Erin…I think your strength is as sexy as you are…and your muscles…” 

“Thank you…I knew I’d picked the right guy.”  She kissed me gently on 
the cheek. 

She got up from the table, rolled down the sleeve of her dress and 
started for the door, then turned around, holding out her hand. 

“Come here” she said. 

I rolled down my sleeve, buttoned it, and walked to her, taking her 
hand.  She grabbed it, squeezed it tightly as I cringed, then she smiled 
at me.  We walked into the hallway, leading back to the reception area, 
when she stopped. 

“Kiss me” she said, “I want everyone to see us.” 

I wrapped my arms around her, moved my lips to hers and suddenly felt 
her pull me closer, squeezing me tighter than I had ever been held.  And 
as we kissed, the room seemed to get much quieter, then a burst of 
applause. 

We pulled back from each other and she said to me, “We’re going to make 
a good couple aren’t we?”  As we turned to walk into the hall, she 
pinched my rear.  I jumped slightly as I took her hand and led her into 
the hall.