Nicole and Lori
By The Collector
The Beauty Contest or Backstage 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 

This story is narrated by Nicole.  I had no choice but to do the typing.  
She made me ... you know how it is. 

Hi, I’m Nicole. 

I’ve never had trouble attracting guys.  I have a real hard time 
attracting the right kind of guy, one who’ll make me feel special, cater 
to me and all my whims, my insecurities, and my little nuances. 

I’ve tried all the singles bars, the clubs, had so many blind dates I 
can’t remember them all.  But it seems so hard to find the right person, 
but I know he’s out there.  

I’m almost never with a guy, which surprises most people.  They think 
I’m stuck on myself, or they think I’m unattainable, but neither is the 
case. 

I’m very beautiful ... achingly beautiful one guy called me.  I think 
most guys would agree, but I find most guys find part of me to be 
somewhat of a turn off. 

I’m 5’5” tall, and weigh 117 pounds.  My measurements are 35D-22-34, so 
I’m exceptionally well built by any standard.  Most people have a 
tendency to stare at my body and it’s been that way since high school.  
I developed very early and was prettier than other girls, which usually 
made them jealous of me.  As they got to know me, they realized I wasn’t 
as conceited about my beauty as they thought I was, and that deep down I 
was really a nice person.  I know so many of my girlfriends tried to be 
like me, wanted to look like me, that they almost became obsessed with 
me.  In a way, I felt sorry for them.  I couldn’t help being beautiful, 
and there was almost nothing any other girl could do to. 

I was homecoming queen ... I won every beauty contest I ever entered ... 
other girls were so envious of me, it was sometimes hard.  I felt 
genuinely compassionate for them, as they’d never know what it was like 
to be me.  I know that sounds so presumptuous of me, but I’m not really 
like that.  So many other girls have told me how envious they were of 
me. 

But it wasn’t just my beauty that made other girls jealous.  And drove 
guys away from me. 

I also learned at a very early age I could do things other people 
couldn’t.  I know you may not believe some of the things I’m about to 
tell you, but I swear they’re all true. 

When I was 11, my 14-year-old brother got himself a set of weights.  He 
was in the basement lifting when I went downstairs.  He had all the 
weights on the bar ... over 100 pounds and he was trying to bench press 
all of it.  It was too much for him.  He got up and sat down to rest for 
a few minutes. 

I went to the bench and lay down and put my hands on the bar and lifted 
it.  It was so easy I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t do it too. 
That made him mad so he told me to get up ... he was going to try again.  
Well, he still couldn’t so it ... and I started making fun of him ... I 
called him a weakling ... a sissy ... and he started crying and went to 
his room.  I felt bad and went up later and apologized, but he was still 
mad at me.  Then he wanted to wrestle me. 

Well, he felt even worse.  He tried so hard to win, but it was so easy 
to beat him ... I was so much stronger than he was.  I sat on him with 
his arms pinned to the ground and made him admit his little sister was 
stronger than he was.  I made him cry again and I even told some of his 
friends when they came over how weak he was. 

When his friends were making fun of him, they were also making fun of 
me, I think because I was a girl; it was s though being a girl and being 
stronger than boys was something to be ashamed of.  One of his friends 
bragged about how he could beat any girl at anything and he challenged 
me to wrestle him, as though he needed to prove a point.  I didn’t want 
to because he was even bigger than my brother was.  

We went outside and stood across from each other.  He came at me ... and 
it was over as fast as it had been with my brother.  As I sat on top of 
him, and pushed his arms to the ground, I smiled at him and he knew he’d 
been beaten badly by a girl.  But what was even better ... I thought my 
brother was just weak.  I just then realized I was very, very 
strong...especially for a girl. 

When I was 16, I was in the mall with some of my girlfriends.  A guy at 
school had been ... stalking one of them ... for lack of a better word, 
and approached us.  He went to Kelli and put his hands on her even after 
she told him to go away.  I told him to go away or he’d be sorry.  He 
wouldn’t ... and he tried to kiss Kelli ... sometimes I have no idea 
what guys are thinking. 

Anyway, we were on the second floor.  I pulled him away from Kelli, 
grabbed the front of his shirt, and lifted him off the floor.  His eyes 
got so big ... then I held him over the railing.  The only thing between 
him and the first floor was my strength ... I think he was scared to 
death.  But I held him there for just a few seconds, then brought him 
back and set him down.  Then I made him get on his knees and apologize 
to Kelli. 

My girlfriends were stunned and all of them wanted to know how I got so 
strong ... they all wanted to be as strong as I was.  They said they 
didn’t realize how sexy strength could be until they saw me.  To make a 
long story short, I started them lifting weights that week. 

After a little over six months, Kelli, Lisa and Heather were stronger 
than anybody else in school.  It made the football players jealous that 
the cheerleaders were so much stronger than they were.  And they hated 
the fact that all three of them had muscles bigger than any guy on the 
team. 

But my strength took on a new dimension for me at a beauty pageant I had 
entered.  I was 19 at the time and it was after rehearsal one afternoon.  
I was sitting in front of the makeup mirror when the two girls sitting 
at either side of me kept glancing my way.  I wasn’t sure what to think 
... then two more girls approached me and stood at either side of me. 

“Is ... is something wrong?” I asked. 

“No ... we were ... just wondering” one of them said hesitantly. 

“Yes?” I answered back. 

“Please don’t think we’re strange or anything but ... we noticed ... 
your arms look ... very strong ... and ... ” 

She was embarrassed ... but I was thrilled.  But I looked her straight 
in the eyes. 

“They’re even stronger than they look,” I said confidently.  No sooner 
had I said it, and then one of them put her hand on my arm.  I smiled at 
her and raised both arms and slowly, very slowly, flexed them. 

As my biceps rose, it was then that I realized how much appeal a strong 
girl can have to other girls.  As my muscles grew, their hands were so 
delicate as they ran them across my muscles.  They were almost fighting 
each other just to touch me ... to feel my strength. 

“Nicole ... oh my ... you’re so strong Nicole” Lori said.  Her voice was 
shaking ... and I could feel an aura of sensuality from the other girls 
as well.  And it was doing wonders for me also.  But I knew it had to 
end.  At least for now.  I got up and quickly walked to the exit, then 
turned around.  I looked back hoping to see a pair of eyes staring at 
me.  They were ... Lori’s.  I involuntarily licked my lips and stared 
into her eyes.  

Lori was a blonde, 5’7” tall, and had a painfully beautiful body.  When 
I felt her fingers touch me, I felt a sensuality I’d never felt before.  
I think she felt the same for my strength ... and I wanted her to have 
it.  And I suddenly felt stronger, more powerful, and an erotic pleasure 
from the strength of my body I’d never felt before. 

I walked into the dark hallway, and glanced again behind me.  Her eyes 
followed me as she followed me.  I turned a corner, and glanced back.  A 
smile was on her face ... I smiled back and walked to the end of the 
hall, turned around and waited for her to turn the corner. 

As she turned, my heart dropped at her beauty.  I’d never felt such 
affection for a woman before ... but the thought of her 37D-23-35 body 
in my hands ... and her lips on mine ... was unbearably pleasant. 

I found myself comparing myself to her as I looked at her.  She was 
stunning from the tips of her pretty toes to her beautiful eyes.  Before 
the afternoon was over, we’d both have what we wanted. 

She walked towards me and not a word was spoken between us.  I motioned 
to the door next to me.  She grabbed the handle and tried to turn it ... 
it was locked. 

“Dammit” she said.  “ I know somewhere else we can go,” she said. 

“Wait a minute” I said, grabbing the knob with my left hand.  I looked 
into her eyes ... then she heard the sound of metal crunching as I 
twisted the knob. 

“Oh no ... Nicole...your strength ... I never would have dreamed you’re 
so powerful” she said as she grabbed my left bicep.  She held my arm we 
walked into the room ... a photo studio actually with a sofa, bed, and a 
desk, each on separate walls. 

I walked to the desk, holding her hand in mine.  Then I turned her 
around and gently picked her up, and placed her on the chair behind the 
desk.  She looked up at me questioningly.  I knelt down and took her 
heels off, then stood up as she crossed her legs. 

The look in her eyes was wanton.  I reached down, grabbed the middle of 
the chair between her legs and saw a smile from her.  I lifted the chair 
and she almost shrieked.  I held her in the air and smiled up at her.  
Then her right leg slowly moved up my arm with a teasing look in her 
eye.  Her toes stopped and rested themselves on my bicep.  It was the 
single most erotic thing anyone had ever done.  I could have reached 
down and kissed them, but I wouldn't do that for her ... not yet.  I 
wanted her more desperately than I was willing to let on to her. 

Before she could do anything, I set the chair down and looked down at 
her.  Then I knelt over her, resting my hands on her shoulders.  She 
reached up and placed a hand on each bicep as my hair dropped into her 
eyes.  My face was close to hers ... only inches apart.  I wanted her 
lips to mine ... but she had to come after them. 

“What do you want Lori?” I asked. 

“These” she said squeezing my arms.  I tensed them just to see what 
she’d do. 

“Oh my ... Nicole ... your muscles” she whispered as I felt her hands 
tighten on my arms.  She moved her face close to mine to kiss me ... 
then I backed away.  She smiled, knowing she was being teased.  Then I 
moved away and walked slowly to the other side of the room ... across 
from the bed.  I turned around and looked back at her ... then curled my 
finger, motioning her to come to me. 

She got up and walked slowly towards me as I stood looking at her with 
my hands on my hips.  She looked so innocent, but a look that so much 
appealed to me.  I could feel the sensuality radiating from her body. 

She stood in front of me.  “What do you want Lori?” I asked. 

“Muscles ... your pretty muscles Nicole” she said. 

“Take off my shoes Lori” I said.  She knelt down and slipped my feet out 
of my heels, her eyes on mine the whole time, then she stood up.  She 
was two inches taller than I was ... and I liked the feeling of being 
smaller, and more powerful, and of being desired by such a beautiful 
woman. 

I turned around with my back to her and looked back.  She nuzzled my 
back softly ... then put her hands around my waist. 

“You’re so sexy Nicole ... so powerful” she whispered.  Then her hands 
moved up my waist and I felt them softly caress my breasts.  Her lips 
were like an elixir to me, shredding my inhibitions. I reached my hands 
up and took her hands in mine and away from my body and moved them out.  
She knew what I was doing.  I made fists with my hands that she caressed 
and I started moving my arms upwards.  Her hands ran down my arms and 
she felt the strength in my forearms come alive. 

I looked back at her and saw her eyes fixed on my biceps.  Then I slowly 
teasingly curled my arms and felt my strength rising as her hands 
reached them. Then they started rising ... my two little mountains of 
pretty muscle. 

“Nicole ... oh please” she whispered her hands shaking.  I watched my 
right arm grow, as my muscle seemed to rise from my arm with a life of 
it’s own. 

Then I felt her lips on my arms ... and I knew what it was like to be 
powerful ... to be desired as a strong, beautiful woman.  And her lips 
were so sweet.  I wanted her, but I was going to let on only so much. 

I quickly dropped my arms and turned around.  Our eyes met ... then my 
lips moved to hers ... they were as sweet as before ... and I wanted her 
to kiss me desperately. 

“Nicole ... please hold me” she whispered. 

I reached down and picked her up in my arms.  From her reaction, I 
thought she could have cried.  I turned around and gently set her on the 
bed on her back.  She was totally submissive to me, something I knew she 
wasn’t accustomed to being. 

I climbed in the bed and straddled her.  I took her arms and pinned them 
above her head and looked down at her.  The look in my eyes told me she 
was scared ... she knew how strong I was and she was completely 
vulnerable. 

She struggled, but I held her arms firm and looked down into her eyes. 

“Your strength scares me Nicole ... I’ve never known a woman with 
muscles so ... so strong ... and so beautiful” she said.  Jus hearing 
her say it made me feel sexy.  And knowing she wanted to gladly submit 
to my superior strength made me feel even stronger. 

“You don’t need to be Lori ... I want you to feel good having my strong 
body next to yours ... and feel the strength of my arms around you.” I 
said.  I smiled at her; an innocent smile designed to make her want me 
even more.  A smile that always worked.  No man had been able to resist 
it ... I hoped Lori couldn’t either. 

“Kiss me Nicole ... please” she said softly.  I was more than happy to 
accommodate her.  I moved my face close to hers ... and touched my lips 
to hers softly.  I let her hands go as I felt a weakness through my body 
I had never felt before. 

As our breasts touched, I felt warmth I’d never felt.  Then she did me 
the favor of raising her leg slightly and placed it between mine.  I 
felt so good I could have cried.  She placed her arms around me as I 
moved away from her lips, then stroked my hand gently across her face. 

The she placed her arms around me, and held me softly.  Strong as I was, 
I couldn’t resist her beauty, her warmth, and her vulnerability. 

“Want to feel something really nice?” she asked me. 

“I don’t think it can get any better than this” I said. 

“It can ... if you want it to” She said.  

“Then ... I guess you’d better show me,” I said more than curious. 

Suddenly, we heard footsteps outside.  At least two pair of heels were 
walking across the floor. 

“I can’t find her” one girl said. 

“That’s my roommate Lisa” Lori said. 

“The last time I saw her, she was looking at Nicole ... that girl with 
the muscles” 

“I guess that would be me,” I said.  The voice I heard was Jennifer’s. 

“Did you see her?  She looks so ... so strong.  I wish I had strength 
like hers.  Can you imagine a girl being that strong?  It’s so ... 
sexy,” Lisa said. 

“Quit talking like that ... it makes me feel ... weak,” Jennifer said.  
We just listened, smiling to each other. 

“Well ... it makes me feel good.  I’m not as strong as Nicole, but I’ve 
beaten lots of guys arm wrestling.” 

“No ... really?  You are?  I’ve never know a girl that strong” 

“Uh huh ... and I have muscles too ... bigger than some guys do” Lisa 
said. 

“Lisa ... quit it ... please,” Jennifer said. 

“Why?  What’s wrong with a girl’s muscles?” 

“It’s making me ... dammit.  I can’t help it ... I like strong girls ... 
especially if they look ... like you Lisa.  Lisa ... I ... I want your 
muscles ... please?” 

“Oh geez ... I’m just like that with Lori.  She is so powerful ... so 
strong ... and so feminine ... I could stay in her arms forever.  Come 
on ... let’s go” Lisa said.  And the sound of their heels was heard 
drifting away. 

“Oh oh” Lori said as I looked down at her. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me ... isn’t there,” I asked 
melodically. 

“Yes ... I was saving it ... I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Please tell me what I’m thinking is true Lori ... please,” I said, more 
wishing than really expecting anything.  I ran my finger up her arm 
slowly wanting her to be as strong as I was ... she was too beautiful 
not to have strength equal to my own. I know that sounds odd, but it 
seems to poetically beautiful not to be right. 

“Kiss me again ... and maybe I’ll show you” she teased.  I moved my face 
slowly to hers.  Her eyes told me she wanted my lips more than anything 
did right then.  I touched her softly, and very slowly, then faster and 
more passionately as we both lost our inhibitions.  I kissed her harder 
and felt her arms around me, then tightening. 

Surprisingly, I felt myself being rolled over, seemingly unable to stop 
her ... or maybe I just didn’t want to. 

I found myself on my back looking up at her, her eyes glistening, a 
smile that had broken more than it’s share of hearts. 

“Like surprises Nicole?” she asked.  She grabbed my hands and we 
wrestled with each other for a few moments, but in the end I succumbed 
to her ... wanting to feel her power more than anything else. 

“Now ... is this what you wanted?” she asked, raising herself up. 

“Yes” I said quietly.  Then I reached a finger up to the tiny piece of 
material connecting either side of her bra between her breasts and 
tugged on it slightly.  Then I moved my hands to her arms as she tensed 
them slightly and I felt a sudden surge of strength from her.  I gripped 
her arms tightly in my hands. 

“But those would be nice too” I said. 

She slowly bent her arms as she looked down at me ... and her arms 
exploded in my hands.  Lori’s pretty muscles grew with such little 
effort on her part, I knew right away she had strength comparable to my 
own ... strength only a woman should have. 

I gripped her arms tightly as she lowered herself to me and I found her 
arms resting next to my head, my hands dwarfed by her pretty biceps. 

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked looking down at me. 

“Yes Lori ... ” I whispered as I tried to raise my head to kiss her.  
She moved back slightly, deliberately teasing me, then laughed at my 
mild frustration, though I wasn’t frustrated at all. 

“What’s the matter strong girl?” she asked. 

“Nothing I can’t handle” I said.  I raised my arms up and pulled her 
towards me in a show of strength she couldn’t refuse ... nor did I think 
she wanted to.  I rolled over and we found ourselves where we had 
originally started.  I raised up and straddled her looking down into her 
eyes. 

“Well ... we could do this all night ... couldn’t we?” she asked. 

“I have a better idea,” I said as I placed my hands to her breasts and 
massaged them softly for a moment.  Then I placed two fingers at the 
middle of her bra between her breasts and slowly tore it in two. 

“Is this the way you treat all your girls?” she asked me. 

“No ... just the strong pretty ones” I said as we both smiled. 

I placed my hands behind my back and undid my bra.  I slowly took it off 
and watched as her eyes were drawn to my breasts.  They fell gently, but 
only slightly as her hands came up to meet them.  She squeezed them 
softly as I closed my eyes for only a moment wanting to savor her soft 
touch. 

I opened my eyes and looked down at her.  I read my feelings in her eyes 
and I moved down slowly.  As our breasts touched, a chill enveloped my 
body and I shook slightly and we both knew it was time to play.