Sarah – Part 2 By The Collector Sarah tests her muscles or “I told you I’d gotten stronger.” 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 Note: Dear reader. This is the second part of a trilogy about Sarah. Parts 1 and 2 are the setting for part 3. Sarah’s ages are 13, 16 and 19 in the stories and are written accordingly And now… Part 2 –Sarah tests her muscles I had moved into the dorm and didn’t see Sarah for some time, until I came home on vacation. She was just over 16. She was walking home from school, attended by a tall high school boy, when she saw me shooting baskets in my driveway. As soon as she saw me, she ran from the boy towards me, jumped at me, threw her arms around my neck, and hugged me, somewhat regrettably with all her strength. I tried to contain my self, but moaned, then said…”Please, Sarah, you’re hurting me.” She let me go, placed her head on my shoulder, then said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so glad to see you.” She stood back from me, as I looked her over. She was now up to 5’4” and about 110 pounds. Wearing her usual sandals, cutoffs and a blouse, she was becoming a stunningly beautiful young woman, already a fully developed body, with sensuous curves that don’t belong on a 16-year-old. Her dark hair was slightly wavy, a beautiful offset to her ocean blue eyes and bright red lipstick. “I’m surprised you remember me, after all this time. But it’s wonderful seeing you again. How have you been?” “Of course I remember you! Why shouldn’t I? You’re the only person that lets me show off! And I’m doing great! I made the cheerleading team…last year I was homecoming queen, the first time a freshman has ever done that, and I was on the wrestling team too, the first time a girl has ever been on the team.” “Well, how’d you do?” “I did really well…I won the state championship…in the heavyweight division. To be honest, it wasn’t that much fun after my first few matches, but I had to finish what I started. Most of the guys were so weak, it just wasn’t that much competition.” “I knew you were strong Sarah, but not that strong…those are some pretty big guys.” I said. “They were big alright, but I pinned everybody I wrestled, even the guy who was champion the year before. He was a big, muscular guy, but it wasn’t much of a match.” “Sarah, don’t tell me you’re even stronger than you used to be?” I asked. “Oh, I’m so strong now it’s really scary. You’d be really surprised…oh, I could show you something…you always liked it when I showed off…” She was becoming excited at the thought of her own strength, and it was intoxicating to me as well. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind. She went to say goodbye to her friend, who was visibly upset at having to leave without her. As she came back, I asked her “Does he know?” “Not yet…I think I’d probably scare him away. You might know him. His name’s Wingnut” I shrugged, not recalling the name. Her eyes gazed around the yard. “I don’t see anything here to do anything with. Maybe you have something in the back yard?” “Sure, let’s go look.” She grabbed my hand and led the way to the rear of my house. Once in back, her eyes surveyed the yard, apparently looking for the right object. “Oh, I know…can I use those?” Before I could say yes, she went hear the boat trailer and came back with a chain in her hand I had planned to use to on the trailer and an unlocked padlock. The chain was fairly new, almost shiny, with links over a half inch thick. “You’re going to break that? With your bare hands?” “No, silly, that would be too easy. Come here and help me.” She handed me the chain as she started wrapping it around her arm! “Sarah, there’s no way you can break this like that! You’ll hurt yourself.” “She looked at me, pouting, then asked, “Don’t you think my muscles are strong enough?” She then broke into a playful grin. I just looked at her…amazed at her and her strength, and what she was about to try. “Wrap it around my arm…real tight.” A couple times, she jiggled her bicep, causing the chain to fall off to which she’d laugh and say, “Oops!” It circled her arm 4 times, her bicep now just a mass of chains. “Now. put the lock on it.” She said. I put the lock on, locked it, and stood back. “This is gonna be really cool.” She said. “I did this once before, but I’ve never shown it to anyone else.” I could see the excitement in her eyes, now overcome with her. She placed her left arm on her hip as her eyes focused on her right bicep. She curled her small hand into a ball, and I wondered where such strength could possibly come from. She curled her arm, her face straining with each movement. I watched the chains tighten even further as the lock became stiff between the links. She curled further, her face concentrating on her arm. The links were starting to separate! As they did, she looked up at me, smiled hurriedly, and returned her gaze to the links. Her arm was halfway…and the links were spreading further still, and I was becoming truly aware how much stronger she had become. The links began to give as she curled further…clearly she was now toying with them…and me. “Want to see something?” she asked. “I-I think I already am”, I lamely replied. “Better stand back, just a little.” She said. What was she doing now? She stared into my eyes, not blinking, and then a small smile came to her face. She lowered her arm, as if readying for action then brought it up again, faster than before. As she went past halfway, the links gave and burst, almost simultaneously, under the pressure of her bicep, flying in every direction. Even the lock broke and flew past me! She stood there for a moment, glaring at her amazing bicep. Was it the source, or the result of, her amazing strength? I just stared at the milky white mountain of feminine steel, now easily 15”, though I knew much stronger than it looked, totally overcome with her. “Sarah, how’d you do that? Nobody can be that strong! Well, nobody except…” “Except me? I told you I’d gotten stronger. Do you think my muscles are bigger now?” She curled her left arm now, as I stared at them both, relishing the moment, aware I was truly privileged. “My Sarah, they’re beautiful, truly beautiful.” I felt a sensation in me that she sensed as well; knowing this had gone far enough. She dropped her arms and announced, “I gotta be going…I have a date tonight.” She was calling a much-needed ending to our casual meeting, an informal affair rooted in her muscles. “I understand…maybe we’ll see each other again sometime?” She walked close to me and placed her hand lightly on my chest. She looked up at me and said, “Do you know what else being so strong makes me feel, knowing someone else likes it besides me?" I looked down at her, her face serious, not knowing what to say, “No, Sarah, what?” She ran her finger down my chest and said, “It makes me feel very sexy.” She turned quickly and ran towards the end of the house. Before turning into the side yard, she turned around, blew me a kiss, and then left.