Lori By The Collector Lori’s muscles or “People don’t expect pretty girls to be strong.” Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com The library was nearly empty when I went in just after six. Doing some light research for a technical report, I quickly found the books I needed and took the corner of an empty table, normally held for six. A few moments later, a woman took the opposite corner. I did a double take as she sat down, her eye catching mine. She smiled cordially and went about her work, unpacking a knapsack and laying out various books and notepads on the table. Dressed in a white sweater, jeans and tennis shoes, she had a beautiful body, and, at around 5’5”, was more than perfectly proportioned. Her sweater seemed to be holding back her large, round breasts that were no doubt, the desire of every man, and the envy of most women. Surely more than one flat chested girl had silently asked why this beauty had easily more than her share and they had none. She was no doubt aware of her extreme beauty, had a certain look that was more than inviting, missing from many beautiful women. It could also be that since I’d always had a penchant for redheads, she immediately caught my attention. The redhead attraction was an almost unnatural attraction, an uncontrollable, yet pleasurable sensation that left me blushing. No sooner had she settled in than a guy came in and sat down beside her. He was fairly tall, over 6’, better than average looking, and fairly muscular. While I couldn’t hear their conversation, they obviously knew each other, perhaps intimately. He did most of the talking while she laughed, smiled teasingly as her eyes just watched him measurably. She held the end of a pencil near her mouth as it danced across her lips. She caught me looking and just smiled, returning her attention to the speaker. She began to participate in the conversation, though I still couldn’t hear. By now his left hand had disappeared below the table. I noticed she jumped slightly as I heard a teasing ”No” from her. They continued their conversation, then several moments later she jumped again, this time moving the table. She slapped his face, then went into the stacks nearby, just out of sight. The guy was surprised and became noticeably angry. He got up and followed her into the stacks. To my dismay, I couldn’t see either of them, though I listened attentively. Their discussion got heated, first starting in whispers, then accelerating to near shouting. What little activity there was in the library suddenly stopped and all eyes focused on the hidden voices. Moments later, the shouting stopped as books started flying. The noise ended with a muffled scream as a stand-alone shelf of books was knocked over, sending a loud crash through the open room. As I was closest, I went to see what had happened. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The guy was sprawled across the fallen shelf, books on and around him, his nose bloody, and his right eye swollen. The redhead stood over him, shaking her right hand as though she had hurt it. I looked at her, stunned. “You did this?” “I hope he’s not hurt too bad”, she said nearly in tears. “I hated to do that, but some guys just ask for it.” I took her hand in mine, a gesture of both compassion and lust, and massaged it. She took it back and smiled at me, then surprisingly held it out again. “Hi, I’m Lori.” “I’m Chuck”, I said offering mine. I immediately felt an unusual strength as I held her delicate hand. It was smaller than mine, and as soft as silk, but extremely powerful. As she shook my hand, I cringed in pain, which she saw immediately. She looked up at me, her eyes blue and innocent, her red hair flowing gently around her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” My attraction to her suddenly intensified, the thought of such incredible strength in such a beautiful girl being sensual, erotic, and pleasing. “Gees, you’re really strong, aren’t you? I wouldn’t have expected it…especially from someone that’s so…beautiful.” “I know I’m powerful, but people tell me even I don’t know my own strength. But I can’t imagine other people, especially guys, not being as strong as I am. But every time someone challenges me, I always win…at everything. And it’s so easy. And my looks just get in the way because people don’t expect pretty girls to be so strong.” “But you don’t look that strong. I mean, you’re so feminine looking, and I don’t see bulging muscles or anything.” “Oh, I’ve got muscles. You just can’t see them unless I show them. But I get embarrassed sometimes because they turn off most people, or maybe they’re just jealous. But I like being strong, and I like having muscles. Does a girl with muscles turn you off too?” A surge ran through me. As if her strength wasn’t enough to set me off, the thought of her having muscle equivalent to her strength was a dream come true. And her talking about it was sending me into frenzy. “No”, my voice quivered, “I actually think it’s very sexy.” Hesitantly, I said, and not knowing what to expect, “I’d really like to see your muscles.” “I was hoping you’d say that”, she said, to my surprise. She rolled up the sleeve of her blouse and made a fist with her hand. Her forearm suddenly tensed and became firm and large, her bicep tensed as though preparing for battle. While she hadn’t flexed yet, I could tell from the shape of her bicep she wasn’t lying, that she definitely had muscle. She looked at me and smiled teasingly. “Are you ready?” She easily sensed my anticipation. Seemingly without effort, her bicep began to rise with the slightest movement of her arm. The milky white mass was turning into a mountain of feminine power with each moment. She teased me as she curled and uncurled, her bicep rising and falling, but never reaching its peak. She turned her wrist to let it fall, then turn it again as it rose suddenly as if by command. The whole time she’d look at me and just smile her lips full and pink, then look back at her powerful arm in self-admiration. Finally, she quit teasing and did a full flex as her bicep rose, meeting her fist at the top. Her strength was huge, at a full 15”, perfectly round. She just looked at me and smiled. “Geez, I love being strong.” Then teasingly she asked, fully aware of what she was doing to me, “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with a strong, pretty girl with muscles, do you?” “Um…no, no…” I was blushing uncontrollably, wanting more than anything just to feel her next to me, to be enveloped in her powerful arms, to feel the warmth and beauty and strength of her next to me. She sensed it instantly. Suddenly, without notice, she went back to the table and began packing up her books. Putting on her knapsack she started for the door, her eyes piercing me, her jeans inviting me to follow. A few steps towards the door, she looked back. “Walk me home?” She asked. I quickly packed my things and caught up with her. Her hand held out, I grabbed it as she led me to the foyer. “You really liked that didn’t you?” she asked, looking for both approval and my reaction. I looked at her without speaking, my eyes betraying my answer. She stared back, and smiled slightly. “You’ve never kissed a girl’s muscles have you?” she asked sweetly. This was more than I could ever have dreamed of happening. I was visibly shaken, not knowing what to say. “N…No.” “Well, here’s a sample. And if you’re a good boy…well, who knows?” She stopped and put her arms around me in a vise I couldn’t escape from if I’d wanted to. As her soft breasts came close to me, I felt her strength surround me as I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. I became weak as she brought my lips to hers. They danced wildly only briefly, as she gave me only a taste, then pushed me back, as though I was hers to toy with. “Come on, sweetie”, she said. As we left the foyer, she placed my arm around her thin waist, and we walked into the street. As we walked down the steps, she pinched my rear, smiled at me as I pulled her closer to me.