Kerry – Part 1
By The Collector
A Kiss From a Strong Girl or Her Inspiring Strength

Copyright 2001 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  Send comments to
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It was a night out I looked forward to…and that had the results I least expected, but more than 
satisfied my deepest desires.

It was the first night out Kerry and I had had in over three weeks.  We had both been too busy 
with work to make our schedules fit.  But it was worth waiting for.  As we entered the 
bar/restaurant, every man and woman turned to stare at her.  I don’t blame them…Kerry was 
more beautiful than any woman deserved to be.

Kerry’s 5’3”, and 112 pounds, and all woman.  At 34C-22-35, she has more curves than any 
woman deserves with a body that keeps me awake at night.  Her blonde hair drifted across her 
shoulders, the perfect accompaniment to her black dress that seemed painted on her.   It had slits 
on the side that revealed thighs that were wonderfully shaped, slightly muscular, and in whose 
grasp I had yet to find a way to escape from.  

Most women had lower body strength greater than men, but Kerry’s legs were incredibly strong, 
not to mention they were the most beautiful legs I’d ever seen.  I knew most in the room, 
especially the women, knew the same thing I did as every eye that turned to her ultimately turned 
their eyes to her legs.  She wore 4-inch black sandals that fit snugly around her small feet, 
highlighted by her sweet toes painted a pretty pink.  She was the most desirable woman I’d ever 
met.

We enjoyed dinner and were engaged in conversation when her eyes drifted over my left 
shoulder, seemingly fixed on something.  A smile came to her face, and then she looked at me, 
apparently looking inside me for something.  I wasn’t sure what, but her eyes turned back over 
my shoulder.

“Look over there” she said.

I turned around to see a beautiful brunette sitting across the table from a larger man.  They were 
in a heated discussion or at least an argument of some kind.  The waiter approached our table.

“What’s with them?” Kerry asked her.

“They’re always in here…and this always happens…always” she said.

“What do you mean?” Kerry asked.

“She always embarrasses him…I think she enjoys it.  She goads him into an argument, then she 
challenges him…he sees everyone looking, and can’t help but feel bad” she said.

“He was doing some strange things earlier…he crawled under the table a few minutes ago” Kerry 
said.

“She’s not done with him yet,” she said.

“Look at her!” Kerry exclaimed.

I turned around to see the girl’s hand holding his tie…she was still sitting, but had pulled him 
halfway across the table to her.  He was out of his seat, clearly off balance.  She was staring at 
him, talking to him in a loud voice, though I couldn’t hear her.

“What’s she doing?” Kerry asked.

“Just watch” the waitress said.

She held him a few more moments, then let him sit back in his chair.  He then took off his tie and 
handed it to her.  She rolled up her sleeve, tied it around her upper arm then looked back at him.  
I excused myself to the men’s room, in a hallway located behind their table, out of sight from 
Kerry, and partially hidden from the dining area by a waist high rail with greenery adorning it.  I 
walked into he hallway and stayed behind it, out of their sight, for the most part.  I wanted to hear 
what was going on.

“Ted…is this what you want?” she asked as she finished tying the tie around her arm.

“Honey…come one…that’s my favorite tie” he pled.

“You better worry about more than just your tie,” she said.  I caught sight of her eyes…they were 
a beautiful green, to match her luxuriant brown hair.  Her lips were full and painted a subtle pink.

“Jill…come one…” he pled again.

“Ted…don’t’ you wish you were this strong?” she asked.  As soon as the words left her mouth, 
she curled her arm.  Her bicep flared as the tie tightened then began to stretch as her muscle 
pushed it upwards.

It stretched even further as she looked at him with a smile…her bicep raised itself higher as the 
fabric stretched…then even higher as suddenly the fabric snapped and her glistening muscle was 
on display for me.

“How’s that for strength, Ted?” she asked.

“Do…do I have to honey…here?” he asked.

“Ted…you know you do.  You have to do everything I tell you…you know that.  You know what 
can happen if you don’t” she said.

“I...I know honey” he said as he rose from his chair.  He walked to the other side of the table and 
knelt down next to her.

“Ted…what is it about me that’s so special to you…that you worship?” she asked.

“Your…your strength Jill…you’re so powerful honey” he said with a quiver in his voice.  He 
reached up to place his hand on her arm.

“Ted…I didn’t say you could yet” she said looking down at him.

“Please honey…I need your muscles Jill…please” he pled.

“You can’t live without me can you Ted?”

“N…no Jill…please baby?” he pled further.  She lowered her arm and stood up.

“Take me home Ted…and hurry” she said.  The guy got up fast, grabbed the coat from the back 
of her chair and helped her into it.  Their eyes never left each other’s.  More than anything right 
then I wanted to be Ted.  I slipped in to the men’s room and came out a couple minutes later 
having splashed water on my face to cool off.

As I stepped into the hallway, I noticed Ted paying the cashier, and Kerry was talking to Jill.  I 
returned to my chair and waited while they spoke a few minutes, wondering what they were 
saying.  

A minute later they grabbed a table and sat down across from each other.  They talked a few 
more minutes, and then I saw them both raise their arms to the table, much to my surprise.  They 
looked at each other, and then I saw energy being exerted on both sides.  Kerry‘s back was to 
me, but I saw the expression on the girl’s face.  The smile she had given Kerry suddenly turned to 
anguish as I saw Kerry’s arm push hers to the table.  Not easily, but in a manner of seconds, 
Kerry had beaten her.  I had never seen this side of Kerry, nor had I ever suspected anything.  
The girls rose and Jill took Kerry’s hand in hers and kissed it.

A moment later, they left and Kerry returned and sat down.  As she walked across the room, eyes 
watched her as though beauty like hers had never been seen before.  To me it hadn’t.  And she 
was stronger than I had ever thought she could be.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“Nothing…just girl talk…one strong girl to another” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked more than curious.

“She’s a very strong woman,” she said.

“I know…I saw her back there…I’ve never seen a girl with muscles like hers” I said.

“But I’m stronger” she said.

“I…I know…I saw you beat her…I didn’t think you had strength like that” I said.

“You know what she said?” she asked.

“She told me he’d do anything…anything for her strength” she said.  I swallowed hard knowing 
we were entering territory from which I would never escape.  She was slowly reeling me in, even 
if she didn’t know it.  My face turned red, my insides were churning, and I was getting lost within 
myself just thinking about what my baby’s strength had done to a girl I thought was as strong as a 
girl could be.  

“Tom?  Are you listening to me?” she asked.

“I’m sorry honey…yea…I was…honey?” I asked.

“I’m stronger than you Tom.  Did you know that?” she asked.

“N…no honey…how…how strong?”

She looked around the room, then caught the eye of the fireplace in a corner by itself.  She 
walked to it amidst the gaze of everyone in the room.  Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as 
silence fell across the room.

She grabbed a chair and stood on it, then pulled the two crossed swords from above the mantle.  
She stepped from the chair, then walked back to me.  She arranged the swords so the handles 
were opposite each other, then held her hands at either end.  

“This strong Tom” she said.

She moved her hands and the swords started to bend.  She stared into my eyes, her face 
deadpan as though awaiting a reaction from me.  The steel blades bent further as I saw a rise in 
her upper arms.  She looked down at her right arm only briefly, then back at me, this time smiling, 
totally aware she was doing something probably very few people could actually do…and with her 
show of strength, Kerry had suddenly become sexier than I thought she could be.  I stared at her, 
not knowing what to say.

“Honey…you’re…you’re so strong Kerry” I whispered.

The ends of the swords came together as the owner came towards us, a burly man of about 35.

“Hey…those are antiques…gimme those!” he exclaimed.  

“Sure…here you are” she said smiling handing him the swords.

“Now what am I supposed to do?” he asked looking at Kerry’s handiwork.  

“When that girl…you know, the strong one…comes in next time…maybe she’ll fix them for you” 
Kerry said stepping off the chair.  She started back towards our table, with the owner following.  

“Look lady…you’re gonna pay for these” he shouted, dropping them on the floor.  He went around 
Kerry, then stood in her face, his hands on his hips. 

“Now what’re you gonna do about payin’ me for those?” he asked.  Kerry walked away, back 
towards the fireplace.

“I’m talkin’ to you!” he shouted, following her.

At the fireplace, she stood back up on the chair as he approached her.

“You’re not going to like what I’m going to do,” she said.  As he approached her, she reached 
down and grabbed his shirt.  

“Lady…what…?” he started.

With a quick movement of her hand, she lifted him easily off the floor and brought him to eye level 
with her.  I watched her, totally beside myself; totally unaware she was capable of such a 
demonstration of strength.

“Now…what were you saying?” she asked quietly.

He struggled, hanging in the air defenseless, his face white as a sheet.

“Lady…you can’t…”

“Of course I can…I’m a girl aren’t I?”

“But…you…you’re stronger than…” his voice quivered as she raised him up.

“Stronger than you?  Why would you even question a girl being stronger than you?” she asked.  
She held him at eye level and looked into his eyes.  I could see the fear in his eyes.  He wqas 
afraid of Kerry and her strength, and I loved it.

“Lady…I didn’t mean nuthin’…honest” he pled, clearly afraid of her.

“I could hurt you if I wanted to…you were mean to me,” she said.

“No lady…I didn’t mean to be…please don’t…please lady?” he begged.

“Then what do you say?” she asked.

“I…I’m sorry lady…honest” he pled.

She smiled at him, then set him back on the floor.  She stood on the chair looking at me.

“Come here Tom,” she said quietly.  I walked to her slowly, then stood in front of her and looked 
up at her.  

“Honey…the way you handled him was…so sexy…so strong,” I said.

“Were you impressed Tom?  Impressed enough to want to see more?” she siad looking down at 
me.

“Kerry…more than anything…I never knew a girl could…could have strength like yours.  
I’ve…never wanted you more honey”

“Prove it Tom…show me how much you want my strength” she said.

I took her hand and softly kissed it, and looked up at her.

“You can do better than that Tom” she said.

I knelt down and placed a kiss on each ankle.  Her legs were never more beautiful.  As my lips 
touched her ankles, I couldn’t help but wonder how strong her legs really were.  She had wrapped 
me inside them before and held me…even made me beg her to let me go.  I knew now I only felt 
a whisper of her strength then…and I wanted all of Kerry surrounding me.

I looked up at her as she smiled.

“That’s better baby,” she said softly as she stroked her hand across my face.

“Tom?  Are you going to let me just stand here?” she asked.  I had forgot my manly 
responsibilities.  I put my hands to her waist, and gently lifted her off and set her on the floor.

“Let’s go home Tom…I think maybe we ought to get to know each other better,” she said.

“Honey…that girl…she had muscles…” I drifted.  She looked up at me and smiled, then raised 
her eyebrows twice quickly.  

“I guess you’ll have to wait till you get me home…won’t you?” she asked.

I beamed inside as I took her hand and escorted her to the door.  Every eye was on us…every 
woman was jealous of her…I could feel it.  And every guy wished he were me.

Continued in part 2