Krissy – Part 3 By The Collector Mike…Meet Krissy’s Muscles Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. This story is part 3 of 3 parts and was told to me by Trish, yet another friend of mine, about her daughter, and is narrated by her. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com While Krissy didn’t date much in school, she was starting to take a much bigger interest in men. She wanted to wait for the right person, if there was such a thing. She doubted any of the boys she knew could fully handle all she had to offer. From my own experience, I knew she was right. Not every man can forego his own ego enough to defer to a woman’s strength. In her sophomore year of college, things were suddenly different. * * * I had just come up from the basement and was toweling off from a brief workout when I heard a car pull up. “Hi Mom!” Krissy exclaimed, storming into the house. I ran to greet her and put my arms around her, having not seen her in over three months. An unassuming young man of 21 or so followed her carrying bags that seemed too much for him. “Mom…this is Mike Sutton…” “Hi Mike…glad you could come. Krissy’s told me a lot about you.” He grimaced as I took his hand, which gave me a slight pleasure. As I had just finished downstairs, and was wearing very little, my body was glistening, my muscles no doubt more than he had seen on a woman before. I didn’t want to tease him, but he was clearly intimidated by me. “H…hi Mrs…” “Call me Trish Mike.” “OK…Trish…thanks…” “I’ll go clean up while you two get settled” I said starting upstairs. “I’ll come with you Mom…honey, would you get the rest of the bags?” “Sure Krissy…” he said. We went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door. “He doesn’t know does he? The way he looked at me…if he knew how strong you were, he wouldn’t have got so unnerved…or maybe he was just embarrassed at the way I’m dressed. Are you sure he’s the right one?” “I don’t know…but he might be…just a hunch…and a few clues.” “Such as?” “We went to a gymnastics meet at school a few weeks ago with some friends. There was one girl there…she looked more muscular…stronger…than the others…he couldn’t take his eyes off her. And one of my friends…Leanne…has very muscular arms…whenever she’s around, I know where his eyes are. She was over one night and we were arguing about men and women…who was smarter…more sensitive…stronger…and she goaded him into arm wrestling her. She beat him badly…even embarrassed him. But when we made love that night…it was different…he was fantasizing…I heard him mention muscles and strength just before…well…you know. I was going to mention it to him, but thought I’d talk to you first.” “Doesn’t that bother you?” “No…if that really turns him on…really excites him…how do you think he’ll feel when he really knows me?” “When are you going to tell him?” “I was hoping to tell him tonight…with your help…and see where it goes.” “Krissy…that’s not…” “I just have to be sure Mom…I’ve never told anyone about me…if I’m going to tell him…he has to be the right one.” “OK baby…but I hope this doesn’t backfire on you.” “It won’t Mom…and thanks. Bye the way, have you seen Mary Jo or Tanya?” “As a matter of fact, I saw Tanya last week…and Mary Jo the week before. They were asking when you’d be home.” * * * The three of us showered, changed and went to dinner that night. Krissy and I were both dressed to impress. I can imagine every guy that saw Mike with us must’ve wondered what he had, or how rich he was. And it wasn’t lost on Mike. I was beautiful but, as always, Krissy upstaged every woman even remotely close to us. She wore a tight light pink sweater, a white skirt cut well above her knees, heeled sandals, and light pink fur-ball earrings. She was stunning, and at 5’9” in heels, looked unapproachable, intimidating, looking over Mike by an inch or so. We had dinner, went to two different clubs, and settled on a third when I asked Mike to dance. It was a slow dance and as the song progressed, I noticed his hand moving slowly, as though trying not to be obvious, to my arm. As we held each other, his hand gripped it first softly, then slightly harder. As I tensed my arm, he gripped it tighter, then I heard a soft moan, and felt a slight shudder from him. I pulled him closer. “Are you OK Mike?” “Huh…yes…” “You just acted like you’ve never touched a woman’s bicep before.” “Oh…I wasn’t doin’…” “It’s OK Mike…but you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He was blushing unashamedly, knowing I had touched a nerve; his secret passion was no longer his own, but mine as well, and we both knew it. “I…I couldn’t help it…your arms just look…and feel…really strong…I shouldn’t be…Trish…you’re Krissy’s mother…” “They look strong because they are Mike…makes sense huh? I think you like exceptionally strong women Mike…like me…am I right?” “Trish…your strength…please don’t…” He turned beet red, felt uncomfortable, and I’m sure didn’t want to be with me. C’mon…I don’t want you to embarrass yourself anymore.” He was nearly shaking as I led him back to our table. “So…did you guys have fun?” Krissy asked. “I dunno…did we have fun Mike?” “Um…yea…I’ll be right back.” Mike got up and went towards the men’s room. He looked guilty but still shaken after his little encounter with my bicep. “Krissy…I hate to tell you…” “What? Nothing?” Then I smiled at her. “It drives him bonkers…if that’d had been you instead of me…he’d have wanted to do it right on the dance floor.” “Oh, that is so cool, Mom.” “Wait till we get home, here’s what we’ll do.” And we made a few plans for Mike for when we got home. * * * We arrived home an hour later. I made hot chocolate as we gathered at the dining room table, with, deliberately, Mike between Krissy and I. Krissy got up and went to the kitchen, wanting some marshmallows. I was going to warm him up for her, and have some fun with him. “Mike, have you thought about what I said?” “About…what?” He squirmed, obviously still uncomfortable. “About…my strength…I’m a very strong woman Mike…doesn’t that appeal to you?” His face turned red and he shifted slightly. “Trish…why…don’t do…” “You mean don’t flex my arm like this Mike?” His eyes widened as my bicep rose inside the fabric of my sleeve. I caught Krissy peering through the crack in the door to the kitchen, than, as if on queue, she came through the door. “Mom!” she exclaimed. ”What’re you doing?” “I was just showing off for Mike honey…it was harmless.” “It didn’t look very harmless to me…it looked like he was enjoying it. Mike! What were you doing?” “Krissy…I wasn’t…” “Yes he was honey…he was ready to grab my arm…look at his face…I think he likes my muscles…don’t you Mike?” “Trish…I didn’t…Krissy?” he asked helplessly. “Well…do you? And don’t lie to me. I can always tell when you lie.” “I…I…can’t help it honey…I just like…strong girls…but I love you…honest.” I got up and left, but stood close by, not wanting to miss this. Krissy went and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, still looking as beautiful as ever. “So…you’re saying you’d love me even more if I was strong? I bet you even like a girl’s muscles, don’t you?” “Yes…I mean no…I mean…Krissy…” “So if I could do something like this…” She reached down and placed her hand on one of the chair legs. “If I had strength to lift this chair up…you’d like that?” I still can’t believe what I saw. She started lifting the chair, with Mike still in it, off the floor evenly, easily, as though he was a feather. “Omygod Krissy…wow honey…” she raised him high in the air, extending her arm upwards. “So…is this strong enough Mike?” She started letting the chair down easily. “Krissy…nobody’s that strong…how…why didn’t you tell me?” He was shaking…I could tell his libido was in overdrive…the thought of Krissy’s strength was doing something to him no woman had ever done before. As he stood up, she moved close to him and placed her finger on his chest, and ran it down slowly. “I had to be sure before I told you…no one except Mom knows how strong I am. If you didn’t like strong girls, I’d have broken up with you. I want someone that appreciates how strong I am.” “I do Krissy…I do…I think it’s great…” He was nearly shifting from foot to foot, wanting her right there. “But there’s something else honey.” she said rolling up her sleeve. “Oh Krissy…oh wow…you have muscles too…don’t you?” She smiled at him coyly, then rolled her sleeve back down. “You want to see my muscles Mike?” “Krissy…please honey…please?” Krissy flexed her arm just enough for her powerful bicep to rise to rise halfway, taut against her sleeve, immediately drawing Mike’s attention. “Honey…baby…you’re so…so strong Krissy…omygod…I love your muscles.” His hand reached for her arm, placing both hands around it. “Baby…it’s like steel…” “Well, wait till you how big it really is” she said sweetly. “Bigger? Honey…please show me…please…” “Maybe I better not show you…” “Oh honey…please…” “Until we get upstairs…” She smiled, lowered her arm, then grabbed Mike’s hand and led him across the living room to the stairs. * * * I went to bed, and heard muffled noises upstairs, mostly Mike raving about Krissy. They were trying to be quiet, but it wasn’t working. After only a few minutes, it had become a bit more than I could bear. I had no intention of spending the night alone. I retreated to the den in the basement, looking for my address book. I found the number I wanted and dialed. The phone rang twice, was picked up, then I heard Tanya’s voice on the other end.