Nicole
By The Collector
Confronted by a Stalker or My Baby’s Sweet Muscles

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

Nicole and I had dated for over a year.  We were…in love is the 
right phrase I guess.  She’d been going through a difficult time, 
and just wasn’t sure which end was up.  I think she wasn’t really 
sure about her feelings for me.  I constantly needed to prove 
myself to her.  She said I was the best thing that ever happened to 
her, but her actions told me otherwise.  At least part of the time.

She’d been getting harassing phone calls from her ex-boyfriend and 
it bothered her more than she wanted to admit.  It got to the point 
where she moved back in with her mother just to have some sanity.  
And the calls from her were less frequent.  Sometimes she wouldn’t 
even answer my calls.  I bugged the hell out of me…but I still 
loved her.  And I knew we were right for each other, in spite of 
her constant demands.  I made the mistake of spoiling her…but I 
loved to do it.  
Anyway, over a period of three months, I saw her only a few times.  
I never knew what she was doing.  I suspected she may have been 
seeing someone else, but her demeanor told me differently.  I 
called her on Wednesday night.

“Hi honey…where’ve you been?  I’ve been trying to call.”

“I know…I’ve just been busy.  I’m sorry…but I’ve…its nothing.”

“What?  What’s up?”

“It’s just the phone calls.  He won’t stop.”

“Dammit!  I’m going to find…”

“No!  Don’t’ you dare do anything…don’t you dare!  He’s psycho…and 
I don’t want to piss him off.  
Do you understand?”  She was more than emphatic.  It wasn’t a 
request, but a non-compromising demand.

“Alright…alright…I promise I won’t do anything.  Hey…you wanna go 
out Saturday night?  Might do us both good.”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Great!  I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“OK honey…bye…call me.”

I hung up the phone elated, looking forward to Saturday night.

					*	*	*

I drove to Nicole’s as planned, knocked on her door, and waited.

“Wow!” I exclaimed as she answered the door.  “You look great!”  It 
was a genuine compliment as my eyes feasted on her.  I’d never seen 
her more beautiful.

She wasn’t tall, at only 5’2”, and maybe 105 pounds, which she 
claimed was overweight.  She was perfect though.  Her hair was dark 
blonde and her blue eyes looked at me for approval.  At 34-almost-
a-C, 22-34, I loved her body.  It was the perfect size for my 
hands.  She was wearing a beige skirt, a white blouse, and 
accompanying beige sandals.  I wanted to stop right then and kiss 
her from toe to head, but wouldn’t have been appropriate given what 
she’d been going through.  But I fell in love with her all over 
again.

“Thank you” she blushed.  I took her hand and kissed it, then we 
walked down the steps to my car.

We drove towards the far end of town with small talk along the way.  
She liked to believe she was strong and incapable of having to lean 
on someone, but it was only a facade.  Inside, she was insecure and 
it manifested itself at times as arrogance, or anger, often at me.  
I forgave her, as I had been through the same things in life 
myself.  Maybe I loved her because I saw so much of myself in 
her…or maybe in spite of that.

We drove into the parking lot of Briarwood Mall, got out of the car 
and headed towards the entrance, hoping to find a movie we could 
both enjoy.  One she could enjoy anyway…I never had any say as to 
what movies we saw.

“Nicole!” I heard a voice call.

“Oh no…” I heard her whisper as she clutched close to me.

I turned around to see someone coming our way.  He was maybe 6 feet 
tall, and 185 pounds…I didn’t like that.  At 5’8” and 160, I was 
ambivalent.  

“Nicole, why haven’t you called me back?” he called.

We turned around as he came towards us.

“Get lost” I said, moving out in front of her.

“I wasn’t talking to you.  Nicole…I want you back…give me another 
chance…”

“Go away Mike…just leave me alone.” She said quietly.  But he kept 
coming.  I moved out further to meet him.

“She said go away…now beat it.” I said.

He came closer, then quickly pushed his arms out in front of him 
and pushed me to one side.  I recovered quickly and went back in 
front of him, chest to chest.

“Mike…Jerry…knock it off you guys”, she said, but neither of us 
heard.

“You move…or I’ll move you” he said.  I didn’t…and he did, pushing 
me again to one side, tripping me.  I lost my temper, got up and 
ran after him and tackled him.  

“Jerry…no!” she shouted, much too late.

As luck would have it, when we landed on the ground, I was on the 
bottom.  He got up quickly and before I could do anything, he 
kicked the side of my head, knocking me almost senseless.  I stood 
up, and found myself unable to stand up straight.  

“Mike…stop it!” she shouted at him.

I was dizzier than I’d ever been before.  Like a drunk, but without 
the spirituous feeling of alcohol in me.  I felt another hit to the 
side of my head and watched as his hand flew after me.  While I 
wasn’t knocked down, I moved closer to what I thought was him, 
swung and missed, and again felt a blow, this time to my stomach.  
I doubled over as I Nicole scream.

“Jerry!” then I saw her kneeling over me.  I held my gut, then felt 
her hands cradle my head.  
Almost immediately, I felt better…the dizziness was leaving, but I 
was hurting.

“I’ve had enough of this,” she said as she stood up.  I watched her 
slip her dainty feet out of her heels, set them aside, then walk 
towards him.

“Nicole…” he said.  No sooner was her name out of his mouth, then 
her arm reached back and she slapped him…hard…so hard he reeled 
back maybe six feet and fell on his back.  He started to rise when 
she walked towards him again.

“Don’t get up…or I’ll hit you again” she said.  But he wasn’t 
listening.  He rose…and she was quickly in front of him.  She 
backhanded him hard…and he fell back again.

“Nicole what the…?” he asked, clearly as surprised as I was.  I 
managed to come to my feet and went towards her, wanting to 
“rescue” her.  As soon as I reached her, she gently pushed me away.

“It’s OK honey…I can handle him…just go sit down” she said softly.

He had risen again.

“Nicole…don’t hit me again…I’m warning you.” he said.

“Warning me?  Mike…you don’t have a chance against me.  I’m 
smaller, but I’m faster…and I’m stronger than you Mike.  Are you 
sure you want to find out?”

Then she walked up to him…stood on her toes…and looked up into his 
eyes.  Her calf muscles announced themselves…with her hands on her 
hips, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…but she was never 
sexier.

And her voice…as soft as ever.  I had never known Nicole to have 
strength any more than any other woman, though she had told me she 
thought she was stronger than most girls.  I let it go, letting her 
have her fantasy.  It had become my fantasy also, though I dared 
not tell her.

Mike tried to put his arms around her…and she let him!  

“Let go of me Mike…or I swear…I’ll hurt you” she said.

He reached down; as though trying to kiss her…then I watched her 
arms spread out as his moved apart.  She grabbed the front of his 
shirt with her left hand…then with her right, she slapped him 
across the face.

“What did I tell you Mike?” she demanded.

“Nicole…what are…?” he asked…but her hand again struck him.  I 
couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  Then she looked over at me.

“Please don’t be mad honey” she said, almost pleading with me.  Who 
was she kidding?

Mike took both hands and put them to Nicole’s left…the one holding 
his shirt.  His hands, twice the size of hers…were 
struggling…wrapped around her small wrist trying to free him.  But 
she wasn’t budging an inch.  It then occurred to me how incredibly 
strong she must really be…and I found the thought more than 
erotically pleasing.

“Mike…are you getting frustrated?” she asked teasingly.

“Leggo me you…bitch…” he shouted.

“Aww…Mikey…you shouldn’t call me names” she said sarcastically.  
With her hand, she lifted him off the ground, and stared up at him.

“N…Nicole…come on…What…?”

“Surprised Mikey?” she asked.  With a quick move of her arm, she 
thrust him up and away from her and he landed on the hood of a car 
12 feet away. I was surprised he wasn’t hurt…but more surprised at 
her strength…till then…I couldn’t imagine anyone being so powerful 
physically.  She had to have been stronger than anyone I’d ever 
known…or not known.

She walked to the car as he slid off the hood.  He started to run 
from her…but she grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled him 
back…she pulled him until she passed him and landed behind her and 
fell to the ground.  

She turned around and went to him.  He started to rise but he found 
her on his chest pushing him…holding him down.  I was 
disbelieving…her feminine, beautiful, seemingly frail 
body…overcoming a man nearly twice her size…with strength that 
appeared to be at least ten times his.

She removed her foot, then reached down and picked him up by his 
shirt as though he were a rag doll and stood him on his feet.  She 
took one of his hands…he tried to resist…tried to pull away from 
her, but…petite as she was, Nicole was too strong for him and held 
him.  Then she slowly twisted his arm as she smiled at him until it 
was behind his back.

“Nicole…Ow…please Nicole…please don’t…” he pleaded, his cries 
unheard.  She pushed further…and I could see tears running down his 
face.

“Nicole…no…you’re hurting me…please…” he cried.  Then she raised 
his arm up and he stood up as far as he could to shield him from 
the pain she was effortlessly inflicting upon him.  But he deserved 
it.

“You think you’ve had enough Mikey?” she asked, letting his arm go.  
He looked at her with fear in his eyes, not knowing what to expect 
next.  I had never seen anyone so afraid of another person as he 
was of Nicole.  She was destroying him, a man twice her size, and 
it gave me an erotic sensation I’d never felt before.

Then she let his arm go, brought one leg around his and tripped 
him.  He fell to the ground face up, looking up at her, the fear 
even more evident.  She stood over him, her legs astride his 
midsection, her hands on her hips.  Then he started to slide away 
from her…or he tried.

“I didn’t tell you to move did I?” she asked.

“No…no Nicole…I’m…sorry.  I didn’t mean to…please…please don’t hurt 
me Nicole” he begged.  
Then she reached down and grabbed his shirt again and pulled him up 
close to her face.

“Go Mike…go far, far away.  And if I ever see you again…if you ever 
come near me…if you ever call me again…you’ll get it twice as bad 
as you did today.  You have 1 minute to get out of this parking 
lot…or I’m coning after you.”  He just stared at her.

“Mike…go!” she shouted.  And he slid out from under her, jumped up 
and ran as fast as he could towards his car.  He looked back 
periodically to make sure she wasn’t behind him.  The he got in, 
started his car, and squealed the tires as he pulled away.  When he 
left the lot, she came down and sat beside me.

“Are you OK honey?” she asked, placing her hand on my thigh.

“I feel kinda…embarrassed,” I said.

“Why?  You shouldn’t be honey.  You did everything you could.”

“But…you did it like…like he was a little kid.  And…you’re a 
girl…you’re not supposed to be that strong…nobody is.  And you 
never told me.”

“I was a little afraid you wouldn’t want to go out with me.  I 
guess I didn’t think you’d think strength was very feminine.  Does 
it…bother you?”

I looked down into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen…then 
reached down and kissed the sweet lips of the strongest 
woman…stronger than any man…I’d ever know…and I felt a surge I’d 
never felt before.  Her sweet lips had become sweeter…her smell 
more intoxicating…and my desire for her stronger than any emotion 
I’d ever felt.

I pulled back to catch my breath.

“I guess that means…it’s OK if I’m stronger than you honey?”

“Uh…yea…I...Nicole…watching what you did to Mike…it…it was so 
erotic just thinking about how powerful you are…how strong you 
are…I almost wish you had…you know…muscles too.”

“To be honest…when I got going…I was sort of showing off for you.  
I always wanted to show you how strong I am, but…I had something 
else in mind.”

She climbed on my lap…in the middle of the parking lot…and placed 
her beautiful legs around me…and her arms on my shoulders and 
looked up into my eyes.  I was so happy, I could have cried.

“You really think a girl should have muscles?” she asked rolling up 
her sleeve.

“Oh my…Nicole…” I whispered as the sleeve of her blouse went up her 
bicep…and it was no ordinary bicep.  I knew what was coming 
next…and everything in me took off like a shot.  Then she looked at 
me with a slight pout to her lips…the look she knew drove me crazy.

“Muscles like this honey?” she asked sweetly.  The she curled her 
arm slowly…and a small mountain began to rise from her arm…slowly, 
wonderfully, her bicep eased itself up, teasing me effortlessly, 
until a mass of feminine strength lie in wait before me.

“Baby…that’s so…beautiful…” I said as I reached to kiss it.  As I 
placed my hand on it, it was hard…solid, yet soft as a kitten, as 
only Nicole could be.  Then just as quickly, she lowered her arm.  
She got up quickly.

“What wrong Nicole?” I asked, feeling guilty.

“I think I should go home.” She said matter of factly as she 
slipped on her shoes.  I got up and faced her.

“But…we were just getting started…” I said.  Then she stood in 
front of me…her chest to mine…and she started walking me backwards.  
I couldn’t stop her…I wasn’t even close to being strong enough. 

“If you think I’m gong to sit here in a parking lot and make out 
with you, I guess I need to teach you a lesson too” she said, her 
smile gone, her face serious.

“Nicole…no…” I trembled as she kept pushing me.  “What are 
you…doing?”

“I told you…I’m going to teach you a lesson…but not here.  I was 
thinking…” she said…and her smiled returned.  Then her finger 
crossed my chest lightly.

“I was thinking…we could go back to my apartment and…I could show 
off for you…and let you play with my muscles…and I’ll play with 
you.”    

I reached down and kissed her, then we got in the car and left, 
arriving at her place just as the sun went down.  And we found 
games to play with each other neither of us had thought of before.