Krissy – Part 2 By The Collector Krissy, Mary Jo and Tanya or Strong Girl Sleepover Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. This story is part 2 of 2 parts and is told to me by Trish, yet another friend of mine, about her daughter, Krissy and is narrated by her. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com As Krissy went through her teen years, I watched her grow from a young girl, stronger and more beautiful than any girl deserved to be, to a young woman of incredible beauty. At times I was even envious of her, then chided myself, recognizing how fortunate we both were to have each other, and the special gifts that had been given us. As much as her beauty had grown, it paled in comparison to her strength. I always knew how powerful I was, and what I was capable of. Throughout my life, I had met only four other women, and no men, who I considered as strong as I was. But Krissy was different. She had become so strong, she could do things I could only dream of. I didn’t’ like the way it affected me. I was jealous of her strength when I realized how strong she was at only 13. As she got older, we grew closer, I think more because of our mutual affliction than anything else. She excelled at everything in high school except sports. We had discussed it and came to the conclusion that it would’ve been unfair for her to compete, not only against other girls, but the boys as well. She didn’t date much in high school, though she could’ve had anyone she wanted. Much to my dismay, she, Mary Jo and Tanya had gotten closer. I didn’t like it, but it was an area she refused to discuss with me. I had been attracted to other strong girls from time to time when I was younger, refusing to let anyone else in. I had felt superior to others because of my strength and I knew the same was happening to Krissy, though she handled herself much better than I ever did. Krissy had a sleepover one weekend. It was late, though the music and laughter upstairs kept me company. I was downstairs watching the last minutes of ‘Casablanca’; teary eyed, when they came down. “Mom…are you watching that again?” “Hi girls…I can’t help it honey…I love this movie.” “Mom…um…Mary Jo and Tanya…want to ask you something.” I dried my eyes, wondering what the mystery was. “What’s that girls?” I asked. They looked at each other, both looking a bit guilty. Then Mary Jo spoke. Tanya was the quiet one. “We wondered if…well…if we could test our strength against you.” I had secretly harbored a wish that this would someday happen. Though I didn’t hold out much hope that they could approach my strength, though I had hoped they could at least compete. “What makes you guys think you’re strong enough?” I asked. “Well, our mothers are both really strong…and we’re stronger than they are…we’d at least like to try.” “OK…what did you want to do?” “Oh…arm wrestling…definitely.” Mary Jo again. I confess it was my favorite too. “OK…I think we can do that. Who wants to go first?” I was hoping it’d be Tanya, but Mary Jo jumped at the chance. “Careful Mom…they’re really strong…” If Krissy was giving me a warning, I had to take them seriously. I was surprised she said anything. I wouldn’t have guessed they’d have been that strong. I know you’re probably dying to know what they look like. Mary Jo is 5’6”, 118, 35C-24-34 with long dark curly hair, and pretty blue eyes. Tanya is 5’5”, about 114, 34C-22-34 with blonde hair cut just above her shoulders and the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. Both, as I said before, were extremely beautiful girls, all three now dressed in nighties. We settled on the living room floor and I lay down across from Mary Jo, with Krissy and Tanya stretched out to either side of us. I glanced to the side and was momentarily stunned at how incredibly beautiful Tanya’s legs were. I blushed slightly, hoping none of them had seen it. I gripped Mary Jo’s hand, and was surprised immediately at how strong her grip was. We fidgeted a few moments, then were ready. “OK…on three” Krissy said. “One…two…three!” We pushed at each other…just testing each other…neither of us give full force just yet. One of us would push; the other would push back…trying to see where our limits were. Mary Jo was surprisingly strong. As hard as I’d pushed already, most people would’ve lost easily. It was a cat and mouse game that lasted for a minute or so…then we began to get serious. Mary Jo was giving me much more than I expected…and I was ready to put her away, hoping not to bruise her ego. I pushed hard against her arm. To my surprise, she held me, and pushed back. I strained harder…and harder…and she not only held, but also stiffened her arm. I couldn’t budge it. But both our arms began to shake…I felt my arm swell and noticed, to my surprise, Mary Jo’s bicep began to rise, stretching the fabric of her nightie. She looked at me, a slow smile coming to her. She pushed hard against me…I held her momentarily…then she began to slowly overpower me. Our arms were trembling…sweat rolling off our faces…but I couldn’t hold her. Using all my considerable strength…she slowly, but surely, began pushing my powerful arm to the floor. I resisted with everything I had…but I knew she was stronger. My arm came to rest on the floor…she held me there for only a second to reinforce her superior strength. “Mary Jo…I wouldn’t have believed you could do that if you’d told me. I had no idea you were so strong.” “I’m sorry Trish…no hard feelings?” But I didn’t like it. The only person younger than me whom I’d lost to…ever… was Krissy. “Of course not…” I looked at Tanya, wondering what she had. “Could we wait a few minutes Tanya…I think my arm needs a rest.” “Sure…I understand.” I made some hot chocolate for everyone, and we talked for the next hour. I gazed several times at Tanya, ashamed at my attraction to her. To my surprise, she smiled back. I was looking forward to this, but I had to win…I had to. “Well c’mon…are you guys ready?” Mary Jo called. “OK…I think I’m rested…no excuses. Shall we Tanya?” “Sure…I’m ready.” We headed for the living room again and lay down across from each other. I looked across to her and she gave an almost shy smile, even alluring, though I’m sure not deliberate. We clasped hands, settling into an easy grip instantly. Mary Jo said, “OK you guys…let’s see whatcha got…on three. One…two…three!” We started as I had with Mary Jo, but Tanya was less aggressive. I’d push against her and she held, but seldom did she push back. I wasn’t sure how to take her passivity, so I just kept pushing, trying to find the limit of her strength. As I kept pushing, I was surprised again, pleasantly, at how strong one of Krissy’s friends was. I pushed harder, but her arm remained at center, not wavering…and her face was calm, expressionless, poker faced. Pushing harder, she held firm. I decided it was time to see exactly what she had. As I pushed against her, she started pushing back…we traded positions either side of center several times, when finally I began to get the better of her. Using everything I had, and then some, I started pushing her back slowly, realizing she wasn’t quite as strong as Mary Jo, but extremely powerful nonetheless. I had pushed Tanya back to halfway, ready to pin her, when something unexpected happened. She took her left hand, moved it to her right sleeve and rolled up the sleeve of her nightie. She then look across at me and a coy, sweet smile came to her. I felt a sudden pressure on my arm, an irresistible force start to move me. I pushed back, and still held her halfway down. I looked down at her bicep. It was raising itself easily as she held me, larger than Mary Jo’s. Then she looked at me, almost apologetically. I leaned into her, but she only got stronger. Then without warning, she moved her arm…my arm slowly returned to center, then she started forcing me down easily. I struggled valiantly, with everything I had…my arm was shaking…my face grimaced…but she remained calm…it looked too easy for her. She kept pushing and pinned me as easily as I’d put away all men and most women. The only other person that had ever done that to me was Krissy. “I didn’t think…you’re incredibly strong Tanya…I wouldn’t have guessed.” I said with more emotional attraction to her than I intended. “Thanks Trish…I just don’t tell that many people about my strength.” “Wow…Tanya…I thought I was stronger than you.” Mary Jo said. “I would’ve said something…but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” “So…who’s stronger…you or Krissy?” Mary Jo asked. “Krissy’s definitely stronger…but I’m very close.” “It’s getting late you guys” I said. “And Mary Jo and Tanya…you two have humbled me, so I’m off to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.” We got up from the floor, and I kissed Krissy good night, exchanged hugs with Mary Jo and Tanya. I watched Krissy head for the stairs followed, in turn, by Mary Jo and Tanya. At the foot of the stairs, Tanya looked back. We smiled at each other, knowing we’d meet again.