Sarah – Part 3 By The Collector Sarah grows up or “This is what you really want, isn’t it?” 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 third 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 3 – Sarah grows up I saw Sarah off and on over the next couple of years as I moved back home to tend the family business. She didn’t stop by much, perhaps just as well. But I could tell she was as popular as any girl I had known in school and appeared to be enjoying herself. Several times, she stood in her drive, and just looked at me, as though wanting to ask me something, or waiting for some reaction from me. I had seen numerous boys stop by the house, but never the same one twice. She was always home early from her dates, not that I was watching her, but I often was outside till late at night with my telescope, gazing at the stars, a sideline hobby. I wanted to turn it in her direction, but thought better of violating her privacy. She had grown more beautiful, but I hadn’t seen her up close in some time. It was now late May. I gazed across the street as a boy drove up and picked her up for what appeared to be her senior prom. As they drove past my house, she looked straight at me and blew me a kiss as they drove by. Not two hours later, she returned home, got out of the car and went inside. Her escort didn’t even leave the car, no good night kiss, no nothing A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Sarah, sounding depressed. “Hi, Tom…I was wondering…I can’t get my stereo to work and I was wondering if you could come look at it? Normally I’d ask daddy, but my parents are away for the weekend.” “I’d be glad to Sarah, I’ll be over in just a couple minutes.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too anxious. She was 19 now…our ages really weren’t that far apart. “Thanks, I’ll be waiting”, she said as her voice suddenly sounded uplifted. I walked to her house, rang the bell, and heard her say “Come in” from a distance. I walked into the house, and heard soft music in the background, wondering what happened to the stereo. “Come downstairs” she called to me. I approached the only light I could see, and headed down the basement stairs, the music becoming louder. The light was dim in the large basement. A great deal of work had obviously been done in this room. In the far right corner was a weight training area, with a bench, a stationary bike, and a number of large weights lying around. In the far corner to my left was a door leading to, apparently, a storage area. And to my immediate left, a fireplace was blazing, and next to it stood Sarah. I just looked at her, speechless. She was standing next to a wet bar, on which were placed two glasses of wine. She stood next to it, as though presenting herself to me, as a prize to be had, which she was. I looked her up and down several times, still in disbelief at what I was seeing. Her eyes caught me first, dark and enchanting, her dark hair framing her beautiful face, her full red lips showing a half smile. Her expression was playful, yet sensuous. She was wearing cutoffs, showing a thin, bare midriff, and what appeared to be a sweatshirt cut off in the middle, the bottoms of her breasts just visible. The sleeves were cut off, with a gold colored band around each bicep, snugly hugging her arms. As I looked down, she was wearing hi heeled sandals, their height accentuating the muscles in her legs. I tried to contain my self as she walked towards me, carrying the two glasses. As she came close to me, she handed me a glass. She had not gotten any taller, but her heels made her look 5’7”, now an inch shorter than I was. “I’m glad you could come over, thank you.” she said. “I-I see you got the stereo fixed.” I said. “What, oh, yes, I just didn’t have it plugged in.” She was standing only inches from me. She placed her finger in my glass, then licked it sensuously. “You got back early tonight, not a good date huh?” I asked, unsure of what to say. “It was alright, but he wasn’t my type. It seems there’s almost no one my type, no one that appreciates me for what I am, and what I have. At least no one except you.” She was now being coy, much to my delight. “Sarah, I had no idea…you knew.” My voice was shaky, as she stood looking at me. She moved closer, touching her cheek to mine, then whispering to me. “You like the way I look tonight don’t you?” she asked quietly. Her breasts were against me; I could smell the subtle fragrance in her hair. “Sarah, you look gorgeous, more beautiful than I thought you’d ever be.” I whispered back. She kissed my cheek, then whispered again. “But it’s my strength you really want isn’t it? You want to see how strong, how powerful I really am, don’t you?” Her arm was around my waist, and mine around hers. “Y-yes, you always knew didn’t you?” I conceded. She pulled back from me, then slightly nodded her head. “Would you like to see me do something else? I’m much stronger than the last time.” “Oh my, Sarah, I don’t see how that’s possible. I couldn’t believe your strength last time.” “Come here, Tom, I may have a surprise for you.” She took my hand and led me to the weight area. The bar on the bench was loaded at both ends with large plates. I saw a ‘45 LB’ stamped in the side of one…and counted 4 plates on either side…360 pounds…plus the bar! She went to the head of the bench, and placed her hands under the bar. “Sarah, you can’t be…there’s no way you can be that strong.” “Better watch very closely then”, she said, and she lifted the bar off the bench, seemingly with no effort, as though it were a toy in her powerful arms. I walked around to her back, my hands to her waist, and put my lips to her neck, and whispered to her, “Sarah, you’re so strong, so powerful…I can’t help but get aroused by your strength…and you’re so beautiful…” I was rambling, but didn’t care. She turned her head to look back at me…smiling. “But I’m not done yet. Let me show you how strong I really am.” She held the bar, with what must have been 400 pounds on it…and started to bend it! She strained, but the steel was giving way to her immense strength, she was bending it, contorting it, turning the ends towards each other, twisting the bar as the two weighted ends passed each other in her hands, forming a loop in the middle. “Oh, Sarah…” I whispered, clearly shook, as each move of her hands sent a surge through me. “Oh yes, Tom, but there’s more.” She then grabbed the loop…with one hand, and turned around…and held it up for me to see. I stared at her uneasily…unable to speak…overcome with her…she set the twisted bar down, then announced. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” She left, walked to the other door in the basement, opened it and disappeared inside, leaving it partially open. She called a moment later. “Tom, could you come here?” I walked to the door, peered in, then walked through. Sarah’s bedroom, she was lying on a canopied bed…a sweet fragrance filled the air…shades of pink were everywhere…a dim light shone on her, as I stared at the most beautiful body I had ever seen. She was lying nude facing me, resting on her left arm, her right foot arched, and resting on her left calf. Her breasts were larger than I expected, and firm, and her nipples were already erect. With her right hand, she patted the area of the bed beside her. “Come here Tom”, she whispered. I clumsily got out of my clothes, my inhibitions gone, and slowly lied down next to her. She slowly pushed me over, then moved on top of me, straddling my stomach. She curled her arms, as her biceps began to rise, the gold bands straining under her…then shattering! As her biceps rose to even bigger than before. She was smiling as she peaked…at I guessed 17”. She lowered herself as I watched her face come close to mine, her soft breasts falling on my chest, and her arms resting on her elbows at either side of my face. My hands instinctively reached for her biceps next to me, grasping her hard strength in both hands. Her eyes stared into mine, then she whispered, “This is what you really want isn’t it?” I could as well at this point have been a passive receptor to her, but I wanted more. I wanted her to have more. “Not just this, Sarah, all of you. Let me show you.” I whispered. She looked at me, surprised, wondering what I had in mind, then let me slide out from under her. I straddled her on my hands and knees, placing my hands at her breasts, massaging them lightly as a smile came to her. I began moving my fingers down her body, slowly, deliberately, nibbling at her nipples, kissing her softly as I moved down, our eyes meeting for seconds at a time, stopping only long enough for her to savor each touch. My hands moved down her thin waist as I kissed her navel, then moved gently to her inner thighs, noticing her shiver as I touched her, my fingers dancing around it, kissing her lightly as her strong sensitive body responded to my slightest touch. I heard her sigh as my hands moved to her outer thighs, grasping them, feeling them soft and yet hard at the same time, more than my hands could manage. As her own hands moved between her legs, I took her right leg in both hands, and moved slowly down her thigh and calf, stroking, kissing her gently, but firmly. She responded, involuntarily, by arching her foot, placing it upon my chest, and softly stroked me. She moved her petite foot to my chin, her eyes telling me all they needed to. My lips found her toes as I watched her pleasing herself; her eyes now closed, her breathing slightly heavier, wanting more. “Tom” she called in a whisper, her appetite whetted, and I knew what she wanted. I moved on top of her and felt her arms around me, her strength holding me tight, enveloping me in her passion and her warmth. She felt my arousal between us as I slowly raised up, then felt her hand leading me to her, and she moaned with pleasure as we found each other, and she held me tighter yet.