Heather and Shannon By The Collector Mutual Needs or Strong Girls Need Attention Too 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 Shannon narrates this story. I had taken an aerobics class only to stay in shape. While I liked sports, and participated in softball and tennis, in winter there wasn't much else to do. I had lifted weights from time to time, but it didn't do much to stimulate my long-term interest. Besides, I was already stronger than most women, and a lot of men I knew. While most men just shrugged it off as a freak of nature, there were a number of men who seemed to find it more than a little arousing. And I enjoyed the attention. While I'm not big, at 5'4", I'm unusually strong for my size, or as I've found out before, unusually strong for someone even much bigger than I am. I've always thought of myself as being very attractive with light brown hair and brown eyes. At 35C-22-34, I get my share of looks from guys, and women also. If they only knew! I had just finished class on a Wednesday night. I packed my things and went to the bar to get something to drink. I sat down and was immediately approached by a guy. Sometimes, all you have to do is show up and there they are. He sat down next to me and began making conversation. I was polite, but definitely not interested. He was fairly big...I'd say six feet tall and maybe 210 pounds. It was obvious he had worked out for a number of years. The guy had muscles everywhere. I preferred smaller guys...guys who wouldn't be as much trouble to control. After a few minutes of listening to him and nodding my head, a woman came in and sat down next to him on the other side. She was about my size...no...exactly my size, but a blonde with blue eyes. She was wearing cutoffs, tennies, and a T-shirt cut off just above her navel. Her breasts seemed to be slightly larger than mine, but I didn't seem to mind. "Hi Tommy" she said in a cheerful voice. "Hi...oh...hi Heather." He said. There was a strange sound in his voice. "Tommy...why don't you go and leave me alone? I don't want you near me if I'm enjoying myself." she said. "Hey Heather...I don't have to..." he protested. "Tommy...do I need to remind you of something?" she said turning his chair in her direction. "N-no...Heather...I'm going. Uh...guess I'll see ya." He said to me as he sauntered off. "Thanks..." I said to Heather as he wandered away. "He was nice enough, but not my type." "You're welcome...but stay away from him. He's not the kind of guy and girl should be around." "He seemed OK to me. What'd he do? And you seem to have some kind of control over him." "He used to date my sister. One night they got into an argument and it turned into a fight...and he hit her. Luckily I was there to protect her...I'm the strong girl in the family...and I don't think he'll ever hit another woman again." "Well...thanks for telling me. I'm curious...what did you do to him?" "Well...let's just say all those muscles of his weren't enough for him to stop me. I think he'll be very wary of the potential strength of a woman every time he sees one. He'll just never know, thank goodness." "How nice...I wouldn't have guessed you to be that strong." "Most people don't...the advantage of being underestimated, I guess." I took an immediate liking to her...more than a liking to her. It was an attraction. "By the way...I'm Heather" she said. "Oh...of course...hi, I'm Shannon...nice to meet you." We shook hands and started what I'd hoped would be a nice friendship. We spent the next thirty minutes talking with each other and found we had a lot in common, and similar tastes and values, and I became more attracted to her as we talked. This had never happened before. She was beautiful, intelligent, engaging...but I was still curious what she did to Tommy. Could she really be as strong as she said? Strong enough to humble a big muscular guy like Tommy? The longer I looked at her; it was both a disturbing...and pleasurable thought. It also meant, she was stronger than even I was. And with her looks, I was more than intrigued. "Shannon...I'd really like to talk to you longer...but I've got to get a shower and go...I have a date yet tonight." "That's OK...I'm right behind you. I'll walk you to the locker room...maybe you can tell me what you did to poor Tommy." We left our stools and headed for the locker room, walking side by side. More than a few heads turned our way as we walked through the gym area towards the rear. Tommy was on a bench struggling to push the bar up with both hands. Heather stopped and placed her hand on the bar and pushed it down slightly, only exacerbating Tommy's efforts. "H-Heather...come on..." "You're such a baby Tommy..." she said. Then she lifted the bar from him with a single hand and held it at chest height, above Tommy's head. Tommy jumped off the bench, backed away and stared at her. "No way!" he exclaimed. I was thinking the same thing. "Tommy...after what I did to you...why are you so surprised?" she asked setting the bar down. Then she walked up to him and stood just inches from him, staring up into his eyes. "Heather...you're...you're a girl..." he stuttered, his face turning white. "Yes Tommy...and you know how strong a girl can be...don't you?" she asked. "Yea...I guess so..." "Then I advise you to behave yourself...I'd hate for you to meet another girl as strong...or stronger...than me. And that means staying away from Shannon too." "Her too?" he asked, equally as shocked. "Sorry Tommy" I said in my sweetest voice, nodding at him, though I hoped I'd never have to prove it. I'm stronger than most men are...but I wasn't sure I was stronger than Tommy...and I knew I couldn't match Heather. We left Tommy standing there, white as a ghost. We had just scared the daylights out of a guy that could break most guys in half...but who couldn't handle a woman half his size. We reached the locker room, closed the door, and burst out laughing. We walked to our lockers, by happenstance only a couple away from each other. We opened our lockers and began undressing. I was a little sub- conscious of undressing in front of Heather. She's so beautiful...I was worried about...being attractive to her. I glanced out of the corner of my eye as she took off her T-shirt...her breasts were prominent...soft...they were real, not manufactured. And they were beautiful. She caught me looking...then I quickly looked away, ashamed to be staring. I finished undressing...down to my panties. I avoided looking at her every time I could...almost. I had never found another woman to be...irresistible...until I met Heather. I glanced in her direction again...and again she caught me...and smiled. I stared into my locker room, ready to take my panties off when she closed her locker, then walked behind me. I felt her hand cup around my breast from behind...she squeezed it softly...delicately...our eyes met and she stared into mine. Then she walked away towards the showers. I was beside myself. It was mildly disturbing...but I was elated that she found me attractive. The soft touch of her hand had shivers through me. I'd been attracted to other women before...but none like her. She was beautiful...and strong.... Stronger than I was. I wanted her...I wanted her to hold me...to feel her strong arms around me, caressing me. I walked into the shower, unaccustomed to wanting anyone as much as I wanted her. The insecurity of being vulnerable wasn't something I was used to. I looked at her and took the shower next to her. It suddenly occurred to me that I was shy around her. I wanted her, yet I was too reserved to show it. I had to do something. When she turned her back, I quickly grabbed a bar of soap and placed it to her back. She didn't budge...she wasn't surprised. It was as though she was expecting me to do something. I rubbed my hands across Heather's back...down her waist...then around her waist. I moved closer to her...expecting her at any time to stop me. I moved my right hand to the front of her waist...and my left caressed her shoulder and moved gently down her arm. With both hands I explored her body and warm water rained down on us both. My hand moved up her waist and I felt her breasts, full and soft, as my left hand rested on her bicep, hoping for something. She looked back at me, her lips wanting mine...and I so much more. "Kiss me Shannon...please..." she said, almost asking. I looked at her, wanting nothing more than to have my lips to hers. I moved my lips closer...and she suddenly turned around, placed her arms around me, and I felt her strength embrace me as our lips touched. I felt so weak to be in her strong arms...and so sensuous knowing a woman as strong and beautiful as Heather wanted me. We held our embrace for a few moments as the water began to cool. Then it suddenly turned cold. We jumped from the shower, both of us a little peeved, but not really caring. We hurried into the locker room soaking wet, trying to dry as we ran. We reached our lockers and sat down on the bench bordering them. I looked at her quizzically, wanting to read her mind about what had just happened. "Was that...was that an accident? I mean..." I said. "I hope not...I'm very attracted to you Shannon...very attracted...you're intelligent...sweet...and your body, you're so beautiful Shannon...and I know you're strong Shannon...I felt it...I felt your strength...I don't think you realize it...how strong, how beautiful you are." I could have cried. Of all the things I would have wanted her to say...she said it. I ran to her arms almost in tears. "Heather...I was thinking the same thing about you. I couldn't believe how it felt to hold you...to kiss you...and I can't believe your strength Heather...you're so powerful...and so feminine...I want your strength so much...to feel your lips against mine...and your powerful arms holding me...protecting me." I looked up and she was in tears, but smiling. "I guess...I guess we should do something about this...shouldn't we?" she said wiping the tears from her eyes. "Um...we better get dressed first." I put on a pair of jeans and a light sweater and tennis shoes. Heather had the clothes for her date, which I was disappointed to see, until she got dressed. She had a tight pink T-shirt with a white skirt that came several inches above her knees. She didn't need hose...her legs and feet were beautiful as she slipped into a pair of white hi heeled sandals. She looked so beautiful...and I wanted her so much...I'd have actually got on my knees for her. And I've never done that for anyone. We finished dressing and started to leave when I noticed she was a couple inches taller than I was because of her heels. "You look so beautiful...so strong...it's like...I don't mind looking up to you." I said shyly. "Oh my..." she said. "When you look at me like that...I could melt." We both smiled and headed towards the door. "Hey...wanna have some fun with Tommy?" she asked. "Um...yes...what're you going to do?" "Not me...you. He doesn't expect anything from you." "Heather...you see how big he is? You know how strong he must be?" "You're stronger Shannon...I could feel it. I know you are...I know it...you just don't your own strength yet. You're an incredibly strong woman Shannon." I looked into her eyes and felt something. "Just hearing you say it makes me believe I am...I've never known how strong I really am." "Trust me Shannon...I felt your strength...and it was wonderful." Could she be right? Could I be underestimating myself that much? We walked into the gym area and spotted Tommy immediately against a far wall. We walked up to him and right away he moved along the wall away from Heather. "Tommy...what's the matter?" she asked walking towards him. "Heather...what're you doing?" he asked. People were watching, unaccustomed to someone Tommy's size, and one of their own, being pushed around by a much smaller woman. And I loved watching Heather intimidate him. "Tommy...I just wanted to warn you. I want you to stay away from Shannon...do you understand?" "Aw...come on Heather...I just wanted to meet her." Tommy was quickly finding his way to a corner. "Tommy...you remember this?" she asked. Much to my delight, Heather rolled up the sleeve of her T-shirt, curled her arm and I saw her bicep explode straight up into the biggest, prettiest, strongest, muscle I'd ever seen. "Heather...no..." Tommy squealed. "Oh my Heather...yes...yes..." I countered perhaps too loudly, but I didn't care. She looked at me and smiled, and blew me a quick subtle kiss. "I won't do anything Tommy...but Shannon will." "Phew...OK...thanks..." he said relieved. Then I approached him. I grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and tightened it around my fist. "Tommy...don't you ever come near me again...do you understand?" I asked. He placed his hands on mine, trying to free them. With what seemed like little effort, I started lifting Tommy off the floor. His face turned white again. "Oh no..." he mumbled. "Tommy...did you hear me?" I kept lifting him up until my arm was outstretched. I had no idea I was this strong...I had underestimated my own strength...it made me feel incredibly sensuous, beautiful...and knowing Heather was there made it so much more worthwhile. "Yea...yea...I heard..." he said. I heard the fear in his voice...and a feeling of incredible power came over me. "You better" I said looking up into his eyes. I let his sweatshirt go and dropped him. Perhaps a little cruel, be he probably deserved it from someone, if not me. We stood over him only a moment, then left the gym and stood outside the entrance. "I guess you have a date tonight. I was hoping..." I said to Heather. "I have this need...to take off my clothes...and show off my muscles...my strength...to hold someone very close...and to feel another strong beautiful feminine body next to mine..." she said moving very close to me, her lips almost touching mine. Then she smiled and her lips touched mine and I felt shivers that only she gave me. Her lips moved down my neck, then I felt her nibbling at my ear, then she whispered to me. "I want your sweet muscles Shannon...please hold me tight. I've...never felt like this before..." And neither had I. We both had the same dream...the same needs. And within the next several hours, all Heather's needs were fulfilled... and so were mine...many of which I hadn't known I had.