Jeanette 
By The Collector
Pretty Muscles or The Body She Wants Me to Have

Copyright 2000 the Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone 
under 21.  Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com

I was cleaning out the garage, my first spring time ritual and 
really a waste of a Saturday.  But I was ordered to get it 
done.  She tells me what to do and I just do it.

Jeanette and I had been married eight years and I learned long 
ago who the boss was, not that I cared.  I actually preferred 
it that way.  We have a daughter Lisa, now 7, who is the pride 
and joy of both of us.

Anyway, I had been working for over three hours and was nearing 
completion, just cleaning out the final corner where all the 
odds and ends had been piled…the heavy stuff I put there to 
resolve later.  

“Hi Daddy” Lisa called as she rode her bike into the garage.  
It was dusk…she made it home before dark like she was supposed 
to.

“Hi honey.  I was wondering where you were.” I said dragging an 
old boat anchor across the garage floor.  I dragged it outside 
behind the pickup to be hauled away.  I’d get a neighbor to 
help load everything.  Lisa came back to the truck to greet me.

“I was over at Jenny’s house.  Mommy said I could go over.  I’m 
going back for a sleepover.  I just have to get my stuff for 
tonight.”

“That’s nice honey,” I said winded.  I went back to the pile 
and started pulling on a block of concrete with a steel looped 
rod on it used by the previous owner for who knows what…an 
anchor?  I was dragging it across the floor, clearly having a 
difficult time with it when Lisa spoke.

“Daddy…you should let Mommy move that…it looks really heavy” 
she said.

“I know honey, but I just wanted to get finished.”  I pulled on 
it further moving it only inches at a time.  I would have 
guessed it weighed 70 pounds or more and it was much too bulky 
to try and pick up.

“I’ll help you Daddy,” Lisa said walking towards the block.

“No honey…that’s OK.  I’m almost done,” I said not wanting her 
to hurt herself.  But she didn’t listen.  Lisa grabbed the 
block by the steel loop, picked it up in one hand, and casually 
carried it out and loaded it into the pickup.  I was beside 
myself.

“H…honey...how did you do that?” I asked.  She looked up at me 
innocently, almost as though she’d done something wrong.

“I don’t know…I just did it.  I guess I’m just stronger than 
you Daddy.”

“Jeanette!” I called into the house.  Moments later she came 
running out, the screen door to the kitchen door flying open.

“What’s the matter?” she asked anxiously expecting something.

“Honey…it’s Lisa…she’s…you should have just seen her.”

“Why…what’s the matter?”

“She…she’s like you Jeanette.  She’s strong…she has this 
strength that’s…amazing.”

“I know honey.  I told you she was strong…several times.”

“Yea…but not like…not like what I just saw” I said bewildered, 
though elated at my daughter’s obvious superior strength.

“Honey…show Daddy how strong you are” Jeanette said.

“OK” she said nonchalantly. She went back to the pile of rubble 
and pulled out a twisted piece of metal that looked like an old 
tire iron twisted around itself.  She took it in her little 
hands and slowly, but surely, the iron rod began to bend under 
the strength in her little arms.  Jeanette was the only person 
I knew capable of anything like this.  

Jeanette nudged me as we both looked at our strong little girl.

“Look” Jeanette said.  “She even has little muscles.”  Jeanette 
was right.  As she bent the rod, Lisa’s sleeves seemed to jump 
periodically as her little biceps jumped up and down inside.  

“They’re like yours…only smaller.” I said, so proud of her.

“I hope she doesn’t go terrorizing any little boys with her 
little muscles…or her strength” she said.

“Let’s hope not,” I said, though she wasn’t that kind of kid.

“She’ll be OK.  Anyway…I know this one little boy…and he loves 
to be terrorized by my strength,” she said looking up at me 
smiling.

“Oh honey,” I whispered as I moved closer to Jeanette, and put 
my arm around her.  

Lisa strained with a look of determination on her face pulling 
and twisting the rod, straining and struggling, using, I could 
tell, all her strength, until it was a bit straighter.  Then 
she looked up, pleased with herself, and handed it to me.

“See Daddy?” she said.

“That’s…nice honey,” I said, not knowing what to say, but 
beaming with pride.

“I’m stronger than all the other girls in school…and the boys 
too” she bragged.

“We know honey.  But remember what I told you,” Jeanette said.

“I know…can I go back to Jenny’s now?” she asked.

“I think so…Daddy and I have some things we want to do,” she 
said looking up at me.  Lisa ran inside and came out a few 
minutes later with her backpack on.  She gave us both a kiss 
goodbye, jumped on her bike and was off.

“Call when you get there Lisa” Jeanette called to her.

“Well…I can tell you’re not going to be worth anything for a 
while” Jeanette said.

“You didn’t tell me she was…like that!  Were you…were you that 
strong at her age?”

“Pretty much.  If you’d known me then, I’d have scared the 
daylights out of you.” she said taking the rod Lisa had given 
from me.

“You scare me now…” I trailed smiling at her.

“I know,” she said smiling.  She took the rod and twisted it 
easily turning it around itself, looking 
up at me.

“Oh my honey…I love you…and I love your strength Jeanette.”

“Maybe we should do something about that” she said stroking her 
finger down my chest.  I reached down to kiss her, but she 
pushed me away.

“Not yet…I wanna play.” She said.  My eyes lit up.

“Come upstairs…give me twenty minutes…let’s have some fun.”  I 
was jumping for joy inside.  
We didn’t often get time to play with each other since Lisa was 
around most of the time.  And to play intimately with the 
strongest, most beautiful woman I knew was a joy every man 
should have…but I was privileged it was me.

She went inside and I followed close behind and headed for the 
bathroom to shave and shower. 
Lisa called a few minutes after I got in to say she got to 
Jenny’s.   I made it a cold one, just to cool off…Jeanette had 
a way of warming me up in an instant.  I finished, dried off, 
dressed lightly, and readied myself for the pleasures to come.

					*	*	*

Very briefly, Jeanette and I had met in college.  I was taken 
immediately by her looks.  At 5’3”, she was a stunning green-
eyed strawberry blonde with a 35D-22-34 body.  As it was a 
small college, we had several classes together starting our 
freshman year.  It took two years for me to build up the 
courage to ask her out.  A small college is a community within 
itself and word travels fast.  It was known, or at least 
suspected by most of the guys that Jeanette was probably 
stronger than most girls, and maybe even some of the guys.  
That was based only on what we had seen of her biceps.  She 
always wore long sleeves, but they showed themselves from time 
to time.  The other guys seemed to not want to date her, or 
were intimidated by the thought of a girl as strong as Jeanette 
appeared to be, but I relished it.  I fantasized bout her, 
which only served to make her more unattainable in my own mind.

On the third date, I had built up the nerve to ask her about 
her muscles, whether she worked out, etc.  And we had a long 
discussion into the night about her strength…and we were both 
hooked on each other.  I was the happiest guy in the world and 
ultimately proposed just after graduation.  And we’ve been 
wonderfully happy ever since, catering to each other’s well 
being and little idiosyncrasies as well.  We both had our 
little quirks.

					*	*	*

I was ready…and I knew she was.  I walked upstairs quietly to 
begin our ritual.  I turned the knob on the bedroom door.  It 
was locked.  I wrapped hard three times.

“Go away…I’m busy” she said quietly.

“Open the door…now!” I shouted emphatically, again banging my 
fist on the door.

“I said go away” she called back.

“Jeanette!  Open this door before I break it down!” I said 
angrily.  She came to the door and opened it slowly.  She stood 
there dressed in a red teddy with a sheer negligee covering her 
to mid thigh.  She had red 4-inch sandals on and still stood 4 
inches shorter than I.  Her hair was curled and strewn across 
her shoulders and a thousand wonderful scents permeated my 
senses.

Her lace bra held more than any woman deserved, her breasts 
full, her cleavage begging to be caressed, to be kissed 
passionately.  The curves of her body were sumptuous, with 
swift sleek lines running the length of a sensuous body that 
surely there was only one like it.  I closed the door and 
instantly my arms reached for her waist.

She held out one arm and pushed me away.

“I’m not in the mood” she said, then turned her back and walked 
away from me.  I stood there, my eyes absorbing the sumptuous 
elegance of her body; the slight ‘V’ of her torso, her strong 
perfectly shaped legs.

“I think you should leave,” she said turning around and looking 
back at me.

“No…I want you,” I said as I walked to her.  I placed my arm on 
her shoulder and gently stroked my finger down her arm, wanting 
to reach the source of her strength.  She looked down at my 
hand, then casually reached up with her dainty hand and took it 
in hers.  She bent it backwards easily, though I resisted as 
best I could, then found myself being forced to my knees.

“Ow…Ow…Jeanette…you’re hurting me,” I cried.  And she was, 
though I knew she could have done worse.  I looked up at her, 
my hand still in hers.

“What did I tell you?” she asked calmly looking down at me, her 
pretty eyes captivating me.

“I’m sorry…it’s just…you’re so beautiful…I need you.” I said.  
She let go of my hand and I slowly rose to my feet.

“I told you…I’m not in the mood,” she said turning away.

“I know honey, but…” I trailed off moving towards her, her back 
to me.

“Don’t John…” she said quietly.  But I placed my hands on her 
waist anyway, then gently slid them up the front of her body.  
Before I reached her breasts, she pulled away only slightly.

“John…you don’t listen very well…and you know what that means 
don’t you?” she said.  She raised her right arm and slowly, 
very slowly, her right bicep…her strength…grew before my eyes 
into a small mountain of feminine muscle.

I tried to reach her arm with my hand, but she pulled away as 
though sensing my movement.

“Don’t touch it John.” She commanded.  But I ignored her, and 
reached for her arm, just wanting to sense the feminine power 
she possessed.

“Jeanette…your strength…” I whispered as my hand reached her 
arm.  I barely touched it when she turned around quickly, her 
hands on her hips.

“What did I tell you John?” she asked looking up at me.

“Not to…but…but Jeanette.”  I said.  She placed a single finger 
to my chest and pushed me backward slightly…then moved towards 
me.

“I told you not to...didn’t I?” she said as she pushed me 
again.  I tried to keep myself planted, but I knew with her 
strength, there was no way.

“But honey…I was just…” I pleaded as she kept coming, and 
pushed me again, a bit harder as I moved backwards.

“It’s always…but honey…isn’t it John?  You know what I can do 
to you…yet you persist in doing things I don’t want you to 
do…don’t you?” she said angrily.  She pushed me even harder and 
I backed up and tripped over a wood magazine rack and fell back 
near the wall.

“It’s time to pay John…you know that don’t you?”

“Jeanette…come on honey…please don’t…please?” I begged.  But it 
was too late.  She took the rack in her either hand, and pulled 
from each side.  Slowly the wood splintered…screws came out 
that had been designed for life, and the rack was torn in half.  
It was yet another piece of furniture unable to withstand 
Jeanette’s powerful arms.

Her legs spread wide, she stood and looked down upon me.  I 
gazed up in awe, and in fear, at her and was, as always, 
stricken with the unnerving thought that for a woman so 
beautiful, so feminine, to possess the immense strength 
Jeanette did seemed both unfair, yet indescribably sensuous.

I tried to get up, and then immediately she raised her foot and 
placed her shoe to my chest.

“John…did I tell you you could get up?” she asked.  Then she 
slowly pushed me back to the floor.  
I reached up and grabbed her perfectly shaped calf; it’s muscle 
now slightly protruding.  I tried to move her leg, but she held 
fast.

“Let go of my leg John…or else” she said.  And I did, somewhat 
resignedly.

“It’s not fair Jeanette…you know it isn’t” I argued.

“What’s not fair John?” she asked quietly.

“Your…your strength…and your muscles…you’re too beautiful 
to…and you’re stronger than me.”

“John…haven’t I told you before…every beautiful woman is 
stronger than you are?  Than any man?”

“Yes but…”

“And only a woman can have muscles like these John?” she said 
raising both arms.  Her biceps exploded immediately, rising 
high off her arm announcing themselves, yet taunting me.  And 
she never looked more beautiful, or more powerful.

“But Jeanette…”

“Aren’t you jealous you can’t do this John?” she asked.  Then 
she reached down and grabbed my shirt in her tiny fist.  Then 
slowly, she raised me into the air, on her face a Cheshire 
grin.

“Is this strong enough John?” she asked as I continued to rise.

“Honey…don’t…” I begged not knowing what she was going to do 
next.  But she kept pushing me upward, extending her arm.

“John…I asked you a question” she demanded.

“Y…yes honey.  Please…please put me down.” I begged.

“You want down John?” she asked.  I nodded, then she let go, 
and I fell to the floor.  She turned and walked to the center 
of the room as I collected myself.  I started to rise when I 
heard her voice.

“Don’t get up John” she commanded.

“But honey…”

“Don’t but honey me.  I want you to crawl over to me and your 
hands and knees.  You better do it John.  Don’t test me.”

“I…I won’t honey.” I said.  And I, slightly humiliated, crawled 
over to her.

“Look up at me John” she said, which I gladly did.

“What do want John?” she asked.

“I…I want you honey”

“Then show me John.  Kiss my toes John” she said.  I knelt down 
and kissed each one gingerly, delighting both of us.

“Now…kiss my legs John.”

I left a trail of kisses up her calf, behind her knee and 
settled at the middle of her thigh. I tickled her thigh with my 
fingers.  I placed my lips on them again and a shiver came from 
her…a shiver of sensual pleasure.  I looked up at her for 
approval.

“Thank you John…isn’t there someplace else you want to kiss 
me?” she asked looking down at me.

“Oh yes Jeanette…” I said.  I moved my lips close to her…and 
she backed away.

“I’m not in the mood anymore John.  Would you please leave?  
And take this with you.” she said grabbing my robe and throwing 
it to me.  I stood up and just looked at her, disappointed.

“But honey…I thought…”

“John…leave…now!” she shouted.  I turned to leave and we smiled 
subtly to each other.

I left the bedroom and closed the door…and counted down from 
30.  I undressed, threw my robe on over me, and finished 
counting, and then I re-entered the bedroom.

Jeanette was lying in bed, a sheet pulled up close to her, her 
hands on the top of the sheet.  The sheet outlined her body 
beautifully.

“Hi sailor” she called to me.  I smiled and walked to the bed.  
Her beautiful hair was strewn across the pillow, her wonderful 
body waiting to be exposed.

“Hi strong girl…I love you so much Jeanette.” I said.

“I love you too baby…come here…my muscles need you” she said 
quietly.  She pulled back the sheets and revealed her strong 
beautiful body…the body she wanted me to have…and the feminine 
strength…Jeanette’s strength… I needed so much.

I disrobed and jumped inside next to her, then pulled her close 
as she crawled on top of me.  
Then the phone rang.  She answered.

“Shit!” She said with her hand over the receiver.  “It’s 
Lisa…she wants to know if boys will like her even if she’s 
stronger than they are.”

We smile at each other and she gave Lisa a very neutral answer, 
deferring a more lengthy discussion for a much, much later 
date, then hung up the phone.

She looked down at me, an innocent look on her face.

“Tell me John…do little boys like strong little girls…like me?”

“Only if that little girl has strong pretty muscles…like you 
Jeanette,” I said.

“Then…I guess you better show me…or else,” she said with a 
stern, but teasing look on her face.

I tickled her and she let out a shriek.  We rolled over on each 
other, then settled and looked into each other’s eyes and I 
embraced her with all the emotion and passion I had…and I felt 
the erotic pleasure of her powerful, beautiful body surround 
me.  And the game was just starting.