Heather and Ashley
By The Collector
What Strong Girls Think About

Copyright 2000 the Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  
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This story is narrated by Heather. 

Hi.  The idea for this came to me after questions I kept getting from a 
number of my girlfriends, and even a few guys.  It was a question I 
always had trouble answering until I discovered just what effect I had 
on both sexes because of who, and what I am. 

I’ve been told since I was in my early teens that other girls were 
jealous of me because of my beauty.  I began to develop into womanhood 
quite early and saw changes in me that other girls didn’t have ... and 
some never would.  I know this bothered a lot of them since most had 
known me as a tomboy and hadn’t the slightest notion that I could be as 
feminine as even the prettiest girls I knew. 

Boys had an even more difficult time as I got prettier and they began to 
change as well.  I had played sports growing up with the boys as girls 
weren’t nearly as competitive, or as athletic as boys.  At least most of 
the girls I knew.  The sport didn’t matter ... football ... baseball ... 
I competed with them easily but was told long ago not to try and show 
them up.  I tried very hard not to and it was difficult.  I knew ... and 
most of them did as well ... that I was better than they were ... and 
much stronger ... even though I was smaller than all of them.  It was 
uncanny as I could throw a football further than they could throw a 
baseball.  They respected my ability ... and my strength, though it was 
something they never discussed in front of me.  I know it must have made 
a number of them resentful to know that even though I was a girl, I was 
stronger than any of them. 

I only used my strength once to actually hurt someone.  We were playing 
football one afternoon and one boy kept groping me.  I was always fairly 
reserved as a person and I just pushed him away several times. 

My body was developing even better than I could ever have hoped for.  I 
was entering womanhood with the feminine appearance that all girls want 
and need.  For some reason, I just seemed to get more than my share.  
The number of girlfriends I had diminished rapidly until there were only 
three or four girls that I hung with regularly.  Most were jealous of 
me, but I new some were afraid of me also, which I didn’t understand.  I 
had never tried to hurt anyone, though I hate to think what my strength 
could do to someone if I really tried. 

And most boys avoided me.  I knew my beauty was intimidating to most of 
them and the fact that most boys were weak compared to me didn’t help 
either.  I’m sure most of them were resentful that a pretty girl could 
be so strong.  It took me so long to understand what their feelings 
might be that I really had feelings of insecurity about myself. 

And I didn’t dare wear short sleeves.  While I’ve always loved the way 
my arms looked, I didn’t think anybody else would look at them the way I 
did.  I found out my senior year that I was right, but not about 
everyone. 

I had often gotten a strange look from one of my best friends.  Ashley 
and I had known each other for a very long time, but as we both got 
older, I often caught a wistful look from her, or a smile that I 
couldn’t be sure of.  And strangely, I didn’t mind a bit.  Several times 
I smiled back at her, but nothing was ever said between us.  Until one 
wonderful night we’ll both always remember. 

After graduation, Ashley and I and a few of our friends went out to a 
club.  It was a Tuesday night and it wasn’t crowded at all ... not very 
many guys there either, though I think the way we were dressed would 
have intimidated most of them. 

Ashley wore the tightest dress she had, the one she always wore when she 
wanted to show off her body, a bright pink dress she wore high up on her 
legs with pink hi heels to match.  Her blonde hair was luxuriant and she 
was always bragging how guys would stare at her.  I didn’t doubt her ... 
her 35D-23-34 body was gorgeous ... and she made sure her breasts were 
as prominent as could be.  Anyway, we had drunk too much for our own 
good ... especially Ashley. 

No one asked us to dance, so Ashley and I found ourselves on the dance 
floor together.  The first two songs were fast and went quickly.  As the 
song ended, I started back to our table as a very slow song came on. 

“Heather ... wait.  Dance with me ... please?” Ashley asked. 

“OK ... why not?” I said.  She moved to me quickly and we put our arms 
around each other.  After only a second, she backed away just enough to 
where our faces were only inches from each other’s. 

“What’s the matter?” I asked. 

“Nothing Heather ... I just want to look into the eyes of the strongest, 
sexiest girl I know.” She said softly. 

“Ashley ... are you alright?” I asked. 

“I’m fine ... except for this huge crush I have on you,” she said 
smiling. 

“You’ve been drinking too much” I said as I started to pull away. 

“No Heather ... please ... I mean it ... I’d do anything for you Heather 
... anything.  Just to feel your strong arms around me ... holding me 
close to you.  Please hold me Heather.” 

I didn’t know what to say.  This had never happened before, but the more 
Ashley talked, the more aroused I became.  I pulled her to me and heard 
a sigh as her lips found my neck.  Then she nibbled softly at my ear.  I 
was enjoying what Ashley’s soft sweet lips were doing to me ... much 
more than I would have thought.  Then she whispered to me. 

“I want your strength Heather ... and those pretty muscles you try so 
hard to hide.  And I’ll do anything for you to get them.” She said.  I 
was more than intrigued ... no one had ever wanted me so much.  And 
suddenly, I enjoyed the power I had over Ashley. 

“Anything Ashley?” I asked. 

“Heather ... I’ve been watching your muscles for so long ... I wanted to 
be just like you.  I’ve been lifting weights and doing everything I can 
to be as strong as you ... to have muscles like you ... to have muscles 
as pretty as yours.” 

“Ashley ... you never told me ... you never said anything,” I said 
somewhat shocked. 

“I can prove it Heather ... I have muscles ... strong beautiful muscles 
... stronger than anyone in here ... except you ... look,” she said.  
And Ashley raised her right arm, made a fist and curled her arm slowly. 

As she smiled and looked at me, a ball rose from her arm stretching the 
fabric of her dress.  Ashley’s muscle kept rising bigger than anyone 
else’s I’d ever seen.  And she was right ... it was beautiful. 

As she stood there staring at me, a bouncer walked by.  He was very tall 
... very muscular ... he may have been a weightlifter or an athlete ... 
he must have been. 

“Hey ... a babe with muscles!” he shouted to one of his friends.  Ashley 
looked at him coyly as she lowered her arm. 

“Would you arm wrestle with me?  I want to see how strong I am.” She 
said in her sweetest little girl voice as she ran her finger down his 
shirt.  He laughed, then looked into her eyes. 

“Sure ... what’s in it for me?” he asked. 

“If you win ... I’ll spend the night with you” she said. 

“Let’s do it” he said.  Then he pulled two chairs quickly to the table 
next to ours. 

“Ashley!  What are you doing?” I shouted. 

“Don’t worry Heather ... I can handle him.  I can handle two of them.  
You ... come here,” she shouted to the other bouncer who wandered over. 

“Who ... me?” he asked. 

“Yes you ... sit down ... right there” she ordered.  He pulled a chair 
up next to his friend.  Ashley sat down across from them and then slowly 
rolled up the sleeves of her dress.  Even her unflexed biceps looked 
strong with a ball sitting on each waiting to explode. 

“If either of you beat me ... I’ll sleep with both of you tonight,” she 
said as she raised her arms to the table. 

“Ashley ... you don’t have to do this” I said.  “I believe you.” 

“No you don’t ... I’m going to prove my strength to you” she said. 

They clasped hands together ... the three of them as a small crowd 
gathered. 

“OK you guys ... I’m ready,” Ashley said.  Then I watched as the two 
guys started pushing against Ashley’s arms.  They had one thing on their 
minds ... and an apparently easy way to get it.  Their arms strained and 
their biceps raised upwards ... but Ashley didn’t flinch.  She just 
stared at them. 

“What’s the matter guys ... can’t beat a girl?” she asked sarcastically. 

Their arms strained even harder as they struggled for leverage.  The 
veins in their arms showed as they pushed; yet Ashley was almost 
nonchalant. 

“I’ll bet you guys were thinking how much fun you were going to have 
with me tonight ... weren’t you?” she taunted. 

Their faces were turning red ... small beads of sweat began to roll down 
their foreheads.  Then Ashley looked at me. 

“See Heather?  I told you I was strong.  Watch this” she said.  She 
looked at her unworthy opponents. 

“Use both hands guys ... just for fun” she said to them.  Their eyes lit 
up as though their prospects with Ashley had just improved.  Each 
brought up their other hand and pushed harder against Ashley’s. 

Ashley just smiled, as their eyes grew wide in amazement, at their 
inability to overcome her strength.  Then with slow deliberation, she 
slowly pulled on both of them and brought their once powerful arms down 
to the table with ease, their faces straining in exasperation at their 
defeat by a much smaller, though incredibly powerful woman.  I knew 
neither had come across any woman ... or man ... as strong as Ashley. 

While I sat calmly watching them, my emotions were churning inside.  
Ashley’s beauty ... her strength ... and her muscles ... were almost 
more than I could handle.  I wanted her desperately.  I wanted to feel 
her powerful body next to mine ... feel her breasts touching mine ... 
and taste her sweet lips.  But I didn’t dare let on. 

The two men sat there as the stunned crowd dispersed.  Then Ashley stood 
up and looked down at her victims. 

“Sorry boys ... see what you’re missing,” she said as she placed her 
hands on her hips.  “You can go now though,” she said. 

“But we thought ... maybe you two ... ” one started looking at us both. 

“Bye boys” Ashley said waving them away with her hand. 

“But ... your muscles ... and your strength.  We thought maybe ... ” the 
other said.  Then Ashley walked to them and stood in front of them. 

“You guys like my strength ... don’t you?” she asked placing a hand on 
each man’s chest.  Each looked down at her, again anticipating something 
that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Y ... yes” one stammered.  Then Ashley grabbed the front of their 
shirts and looked each in the eye. 

“You’ll like it a whole lot less if you don’t leave” she said.  Then 
slowly, she lifted each of them off the floor and I watched as her 
pretty biceps exploded as they rose into the air. 

“Lady ... come on” one pleaded.  “Please ... please don’t ... ” he 
begged.  She set them down and they backed away from her, then turned 
and scurried towards the bar.  Then she looked back at me. 

“I did that for you Heather” she said.  “I want you that much.” 

I rose from my chair and looked at her. 

“I think you deserve a reward Ashley,” I said as calmly as I could. 

“You mean it?  Really Heather?” she asked.  I smiled at her.  I could 
swear she almost fainted.  It was as though every dream she ever had was 
about to come true. 

“Come on” I said taking her hand. 

					*	*	* We arrived in separate cars at my apartment twenty minutes later.  
She pulled in behind me.  I got out of my car and went to hers and 
opened the door for her, took her hand and helped her out. 

“Come here sweet baby,” I said softly. 

She looked up into my eyes, a wanton look if I ever saw one.  And a tear 
came from her eye.  I took her hand as we walked up to my apartment.  We 
walked in and turned on the lights. 

“You light the fire ... I’ll be right back” I said to her. 

I went to the kitchen and got two glasses of wine, then came back out 
and found the fire coming alive.  Ashley stood by the fire, seemingly 
almost lost, as though her bubble was going to burst. 

“Heather, I ... ” she started.  I placed a finger to her lips and smiled 
at her.  Then I let my finger run down her chin, then her neck, then to 
her cleavage.  I drew little circles with my finger around each breast.  
Ashley’s breasts are so beautiful it was all I could do refrain from 
taking her in my arms and ravishing her. 

She was nearly shaking as I touched her.  Then I moved close to her and 
kissed her lips softly.  I knew it ... they were so sweet ... and I 
wanted so much more of her.  Then I stepped back, just wanting to tease 
her. 

“Heather ... I want you so much.  I’ve always wanted you.  And your 
muscles you keep hidden ... I want them so much ... and to feel your 
strength around me ... holding me” she said quietly. 

I looked at her and smiled, then downed my glass and threw it into the 
fireplace.  Then I looked into her eyes and smiled and placed my left 
hand to my sleeve and rolled it up to my shoulder. 

“Oh Heather ... please show me your strength Heather” she whispered, her 
voice shaking. 

I raised my arm trying to control my own emotions.  I wanted her 
desperately ... and knew I’d have her tonight.  But I wanted her to 
enjoy herself.  She seemed to need to want an admiration for me. 

I made a fist and curled my arm.  The look in her eyes was priceless ... 
that of a child waiting to open an unexpected present. 

As my arm tensed, I felt strength moving through my body ... and a 
sensuous awareness of myself I’d never felt before.  My bicep rose 
easily and her eyes widened. 

“Oh my ... Heather ... ” she whispered as my muscle rose.  She placed 
her hand on my arm ... I knew she wanted to feel my strength as much as 
I wanted her to.  And as she touched me, I felt more powerful than I 
ever had in my life. 

“Oh no ... Heather ... your muscle ... it’s so big ... and so beautiful” 
she said as it kept rising.  She grabbed my arm with both hands.  She 
squeezed it hard ... I knew as hard as she could.  And even with her 
strength, she couldn’t contain it.  The surprised look on her face told 
her ... and me ... how strong I really was ... stronger than she had 
ever imagined.  And I never felt so powerful ... so sexy. 

She placed her lips to my arm and savored my strength to the delight of 
both of us.  Then I slowly lowered it. 

“Heather ... you’re so strong ... its so scary ... and so wonderful.  I 
need you Heather ... I need your strength ... so much” 

I walked around behind her as she watched me, unaware of what I was 
doing.  I unzipped her dress and slowly pulled it down, then watched as 
she slowly stepped out of it.  I returned to her front and saw perhaps 
the most beautiful body I’d ever seen wearing red panties and a red lace 
bra, her breasts nearly jumping out at me. 

I turned around, lifted my hair and felt her pull my zipper down.  She 
pulled my dress down and knelt at me feet as I turned around.  I looked 
down at her and smiled. 

“Heather ... your body ... its more beautiful than I ... I’ll do 
anything for you Heather ... anything” she said, then I felt her hand 
grab my calf.  Then she knelt down and softly kissed my toes. 

I knelt down to her and ran my hand down her hair, then softly kissed 
her again.  Then with both on our knees, I wrapped my arms around her 
and held her as tight as I could without hurting her and kissed her 
passionately. 

I pulled back for only a moment, just to see her reaction.  She was 
smiling broadly. 

“I love you Heather ... I mean it ... I know I do,” she said.  She 
brought her hands up and reached for mine. 

“I love you too Ashley ... and I want you” I whispered to her. 

She pushed on my hands in a show of her strength, then became 
delightfully frustrated when she found she couldn’t move them.  I just 
smiled at her as she realized how superior my strength was to hers.  It 
only made her try harder to overpower me. 

“You’re so strong Heather ... please ... please show me” she pleaded. 

I pushed back, surprising her at how easy it was for me.  I pushed until 
she fell backwards on the carpet, her blonde hair spread out under her, 
her beautiful body awaiting my attention. 

I pinned her arms to the floor and looked down at her and smiled as my 
breasts hung just above her lips. 

“Heather ... be my strong girl ... please ... please take me” she 
whispered quietly. 

And as I felt her lips to my breasts, Ashley and I explored each other’s 
minds and bodies, giving each other pleasure that only feminine strength 
can give.