Steph
By The Collector
My study buddy or Business Law 301  

Copyright 1998 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  
This story was inspired by a fan and has my thanks.  You know who you are.   
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I was late for class again, the first day of spring semester.  I walked 
into class as the professor was handing out the syllabus.  He stopped to 
watch me, as though I was deliberately interrupting his class. 
“Sorry” I said, taking a syllabus and looking for an empty seat. I 
became self-conscious as the other 19 pair of eyes watched me move to 
the far side of the room.  I walked down the aisle and caught the eye of 
the girl in the seat in front of me.  She looked up at me, our eyes 
catching each other’s and noticed a pencil dancing across her pretty 
pink lips.  I smiled at her and quickly took my seat. 
The professor finished his opening day instructions and quickly jumped 
into the first day’s lecture.  As notebooks flew open, the girl in front 
of me turned around and asked, “Do you have a pencil I can borrow?”  I 
melted at the sight of her brown eyes staring at me and quickly fumbled 
for a pencil and gave it to her.  She held my hand longer than I would 
have expected and quickly turned around. 
“Wait a second…” I thought, then a smile came to me. The rest of the 
days’ class was uneventful and ended with the familiar sound of 
notebooks closing and backpacks being filled again.  The girl in front 
of me stood up, and looked at me for only a second, giving me back my 
pencil.  In that short second, I knew I’d seen enough.  I had to talk to 
her, but I couldn’t!  My breath was taken at the sight of her and I 
don’t know why.  She was unbelievably cute, with her blonde hair, 
straight and cut just to her shoulders a perfect match for her face, the 
“girl next door” every guy dreams about, only much prettier. 
Which is why I couldn’t understand why she dressed the way she did.  She 
was wearing baggy jeans and an equally baggy sweatshirt with our school 
of choice on the front.  I couldn’t tell the shape of her body, but her 
sweatshirt couldn’t hold in her breasts, which stood out firm and round.  
I was dying to know what was under those clothes. 
No sooner had she stood up and given me back my pencil, and then she 
quickly made for the door, with me still sitting in my seat.  She 
stopped at the door, looked back at me for only a second, then walked 
out. 
As she exited the room, I quickly packed, got up and left the room, 
looking down both sides of the hallway for her.  I caught a glimpse of 
her as she turned the corner to my left…and noticed her eyes looking 
back at me.  Butterflies danced in me as I raced down the hall.  I slid 
around the corner, dashed outside and saw her to my right, walking 
leisurely.  I ran down the steps, then slowed to a reasonable pace, and 
finally caught up with her. 
“Hi, I’m Chris…from Business Law?  Pretty boring stuff, huh?” I asked, 
looking for a common ground.  At 5’9”, I gazed into her eyes and found 
her at 5’5” to be as stunning as when we left class.  Each moment in 
time graced her with yet another nuance of beauty I hadn’t noticed 
before. 
“Hi Chris…I’m Stephanie…call me Steph.  I know…but I have to take it.  I 
almost didn’t make it through the last semester…but I had a study 
partner.”  Great…an opening! 
“I always need one too…would you mind?” She smiled and said, “I have a 
free hour after class, if that’s alright?  We could go to the library 
now.  And maybe lunch afterwards?” 
“Hey, great, me too!”  I exclaimed, more excitedly than I should have 
let on, but I didn’t care.  I felt 10 feet tall as we spent the next 
hour on our first chapter, her mind on studying, mine on her.  We’d 
casually look up from time to time, both blushing as we caught each 
other staring at the other.  Her face at times seemed innocent, and at 
the next moment it was a sensuous pout, her lips parted perfectly, 
drawing me to her.  As we sat across from each other, her leg would 
brush against mine, to which she’d excuse herself, but knowing what she 
was doing.  Her every movement, calculated or not, threw me into a 
frenzy for her. 
As we ate lunch in the cafeteria afterwards, our conversation turned to 
families, mutual friends, which were few, hobbies, hangouts etc.  She 
had grown up the only girl and the youngest with four older brothers, 
claiming she had to fight them for everything, so she knew how to handle 
herself.  I wasn’t sure if that meant what I thought, or if it was just 
a metaphor.  She was exceptionally intelligent, carrying a 3.97 to my 
3.2, and I was immediately humbled.  But I found her engaging, fun, 
thoughtful, and attentive.  We liked the same things, music, books, she 
even played co-ed touch football, and, this was a killer, she did 
volunteer work on weekends at the Humane Society.  To top it off, she 
worked nights, though she didn’t say at what.  She told me I might not 
like her as much if I knew, but it was nothing ‘off color’ as she put 
it.  And she wasn’t dating anyone! 
I was in love!  She was gorgeous, smart, had character…she had 
everything…but, guy that I am, I still wanted to see what was under 
those clothes, hoping her outside was as gorgeous as her heart. We spent 
the next several weeks studying, getting to know each other better.  I 
asked her out several times and was refused each time, though I could 
tell she felt something.  She said she wanted to wait ‘until we knew 
each other better’, and I having no choice, settled for that, not 
wanting to screw up what I did have and hoping for something more. 
I could tell as the weeks passed that she was under pressure.  With her 
class load, work, and outside activities, the long hours were taking a 
toll on her.  Her usually sweet disposition was tempered with quick 
comebacks and terse comments that made me feel both sorry for her and 
inadequate at not being able to make her feel better.  She finally came 
to a head as we were studying for finals. 
We were sitting in the library early in the morning, getting ready for a 
10:00 final.  We had been up all night and came here to wrap up some 
last minute details to prepare ourselves.  We had grilled each other all 
night and felt we should both ace it with no problem.  I left the table 
to look for a reference book.  As I was standing in the stacks, I heard 
a tearing sound I’d never heard before.  I looked around not seeing 
anything, when someone I hadn’t seen in weeks noticed me. 
“Hey, Chris!  You’ll never believe what I just saw.”  It was Wingnut, 
with a girl named Angie, whom I’d met before, and about whom I heard 
some strange things about, supposedly her being exceptionally strong or 
something. 
“What was that noise?” “This cute chick back there?  She tore a book in 
half…with her bare hands!  It was so cool.”  Angie jabbed him in the 
ribs. 
“Ow!” he yelled. “Get outta here…which one?” I asked. “The blonde 
sitting back there.” And he pointed back to Steph, her back to us. 
“That’s my blonde…I mean…Steph….”  Angie grabbed Wingnut by the ear, 
leading him off.  And I left the stacks and walked slowly up behind 
Steph, and heard her sobbing. 

 I looked on the table and saw a copy of Black’s Law Dictionary torn in 
half…shredded.  I saw tears in Steph’s eyes as she tried to wipe them 
clean.  I sat down next to her, to her right. 
“Steph?”  I said.  She looked at me, and the tears started flowing 
again.  I put my left arm around her shoulder and my right one across 
her front, grabbing her shoulder, holding her close. 
“I’m sorry Chris…I’m just so…tired…I’ve just worked so hard…and now 
everything that’s built up is coming out.  I wouldn’t have made it 
through this class without you.”  I was flattered, and had genuine 
feelings for her.  It hurt me that she was doing this to herself.  And I 
didn’t know what to say to her. 
“Hey, it’s OK Steph…I wouldn’t have made it without you, either.  You’ve 
been great.” 
She looked up and asked “Really?”  And then the tears started flowing 
again.  She put her right arm on my shoulder and pulled me closer to her 
as her unleashing of emotion continued.  I remained silent as she buried 
her head in my chest.  After a few moments, she began to let up, her 
outpouring turning to minor sniffles.  I stroked her shoulder with my 
right hand, massaging it gently. 
“Thanks, that feels good, Chris.” Just trying to soothe her, my hand 
moved across her shoulder and down the outside of her arm.  I was taken 
aback at how hard it was.  My fingers felt a tricep I wouldn’t have 
expected on a woman, then my thumb grazed the inside of her bicep.  I 
gripped her arm harder than I should have and felt it as solid as 
anything I’d ever touched.  She looked up at me without saying anything 
and returned her head to my chest.  Then she pulled her arm back 
slightly and my hand felt a bulge erupt in her sleeve as my hand gripped 
her tighter.  I let out a slight gasp as she again looked up at me. 
“Put your hand under my sleeve honey.”  I looked at her, a wistful smile 
on her face as my hand reached for her wrist, then gently I slid it up 
her arm.  I reached her bicep quickly.  As my fingers touched it, she 
curled her arm again and her feminine muscle rose slowly, filling my 
hand.  I felt her lips on my neck as I nearly exploded at her touch, 
holding my self back, but wanting her so badly.  My other hand moved 
between her legs, softly stroking her, and her breaths became shorter, 
her lips more passionate.  We played with each other for…in the library!  
for I don’t remember how long…when Wingnut walked up. 
“Hey Chris…everybody’s watchin’” I opened my eyes and looked around…and 
there was a half dozen people watching us, their eyes staring. “C’mon, 
we gotta go.” Steph announced.  As we got up to leave, the six people 
applauded as we both smiled.  We went to Edgerton Center for our final. 
			*	*	* 

At noon, we left the classroom at Edgerton, and looked at each other 
as we left.  We both knew the result and she jumped in my arms, nearly 
knocking me over. 
“I aced it”, she said, ramming her pretty lips into mine. “Me too”, I 
held her close, not wanting to let go, but I had to work that afternoon. 
She pulled back from me and looked me in the eye and said, “I think we 
should reward each other for this.”  I swallowed heavily, not sure what 
to expect; hoping the library incident wasn’t a one-time thing. “Now 
what’re you nervous about?” she asked, laughing. 
I blushed, which seemed to warm her even more. “Why don’t you come over 
tonight?  Wear something nice.  I’ll see you later.”  
She started backing away from me, when I called, “And what’re you 
wearing?” 
“Not these” she said grabbing her oversized sweatshirt.   I walked up to 
her slowly.  “Steph, I was just curious” I said shyly, and stroked my 
hand across the sleeve that had captivated me.  “How…how big are they?” 
“Well” she said coyly, “How big do you think they are?” “Umm, 14 
inches?” 
She stroked her hand across my face, then burst out laughing.  “Honey, 
they’re not THAT small.”   She backed away again, yelled, “Don’t be late 
tonight.” And she was off. 
					*	*	* 

I left work early, arriving home at dusk.  My afternoon had been 
filled with anticipation, looking forward to seeing her again.  My mind 
wandered with only thoughts of Steph, and the thought of having her 
close to me.  And getting to see her beautiful body for the first time.  
And I realized how lucky I was.  Then I thought back to the torn book 
lying on the table, and touching her feminine bicep.  And it suddenly 
dawned on me how incredibly strong she must be, and a new yearning 
awakened for her.  The thought of her embraced me to the exclusion of 
everything else, and I quickly dashed for the shower, not wanting to 
play solitaire. 
I walked up to her apartment, as the butterflies again came alive.  With 
a dozen roses I’d picked up earlier, I was beside myself with 
anticipation, wanting her and yet wanting not to disappoint her.  I rang 
the bell and waited. 
The door opened slowly.  Candlelight and a fire lighted the room.  She 
was behind the door, obviously wanting to make an abbreviated entrance. 
“Come in, Chris” she said, an unseen voice. 
I stepped in and walked to the center of the room, the fire to my back, 
and turned around.  Then I saw her. If anyone had told me a woman could 
be this beautiful, I’d have said he was lying.  Steph stood not 10 feet 
away from me dressed in red, from head to toe.  I didn’t need to 
mentally undress her.  
She pirouetted once, then held out her hands.  “What do you think?” 
“Steph…you’re so beautiful…” 
I looked her up and down several times, amazed at her. Her dress was 
bright red, and glittered in the firelight, low cut with her full 
breasts held only by two thin straps over her shoulders, yet her 
cleavage fully prominent.  Two thin straps of material ran from her 
breasts to her lower middle, leaving her thin slightly muscular waist 
bare, then curving down to her full hips.  Her dress was cut just above 
her knees, yet the sides were slit and her generous thighs jumped out as 
she walked.  With each step, the muscles in her calves spoke to me with 
strength and femininity as her 4-inch heels clicked across the floor so 
invitingly.  Her pretty feet were held in place by thin straps on her 
sandals, her pretty toes asking to be captured. 
And with all this, I gazed at her upper body and noticed a sweeping ‘V’ 
from her waist up to her shoulders.  She looked so feminine, yet she 
looked stronger than anyone I’d ever seen before, or since.  I glanced 
at her biceps again.  With each movement of her arm, they danced for me 
like playful kittens, daring to be caught.  And I couldn’t help but 
wonder at her strength. 
“I knew you’d like this.” She said. “And how did you know that?” I 
asked, trying to be coy. 
“You know you do”, and she laughed at me. She came close to me, putting 
her arm on my shoulder.  “I need to tell you something.” 
“Steph, you sound so serious.” “Well, it is, maybe.  I didn’t tell you 
what kind of work I did.  And I think maybe I should” I looked at her 
puzzled, not sure now what to expect. 
“You’re going to be mad, I just know it.  But I promise I’ll quit, 
tonight if you want.”  I was immediately touched at her pledging to 
something because I wanted her to. 
“Now, I’m curious…what’s so bad that you’d have to quit?” “Well, 
honey…I’m a dancer…you know…the exotic kind…but not nude or anything 
like that..”  She cringed as she said it, not knowing how I’d react. 
I smiled at her, then laughed out loud, and I put my arms around her and 
kissed her. 
“What’s so funny?” she asked. “Nothing…you were just so serious” “You’re 
not mad?” 
“No, Steph, with everything else you do, how can I be mad?  You try so 
hard at everything, you’re so good to everyone…I can’t be mad at you for 
that.” 
“Thank you Chris.”  She embraced me, her lips meeting mine passionately 
for only a moment, and then she backed away. “Do you want me to quit?”  
She asked.  I thought about it only a second, knowing what the 
implications were. 
I asked, “Does this mean we’re…us?”  A smile came to her…and a soft nod 
of her head was all I needed. “But you need to know something about me…” 
I cautioned. 
“Oh, not you too!”  I was afraid of this.  I didn’t want to tell her, 
but I wanted to all the same. 
“Well, there’s something else about you I like…and you might not think 
the same of me if I tell you.” “Oh…I wonder what that could be…would it 
have anything to do with this morning?”  She stroked her hand down the 
side of my face as I ran my right hand up the side of her body, feeling 
her soft, yet a feeling of power came to my hand as I touched her 
“What do you feel Chris?” “You feel…strong Steph…powerful.”  She moved 
closer to me as I put my arm around her.  I felt her embrace me, holding 
me tighter, as the wind was nearly taken from me; I felt trapped in her 
arms, unable to move if I’d wanted to. 
“You mean…strong…like this?”  She looked up at me, knowing I couldn’t 
move, knowing she had me. I looked in her eyes and saw an innocent look 
I tried to reconcile with the powerful arms that held me so tightly. 
“Steph…you’re so strong…your strength…is so sexy.”  She pulled me closer 
yet, if that was possible. 
“Why do you think I wear those clothes?  I can’t let everyone see this 
body.  Only those people that are special” “I was worried that…you’d 
think less of me because I liked your strength so much.” 
“Well, we do have a problem. Chris.”  I again felt a pang of despair as 
she spoke. 
“Wh-what’s that?” “I want you to love my strength, to love having my 
powerful arms around you, to love knowing that I can do anything with 
you that I want.”  I was laughing with joy inside as she spoke, and I 
felt an emotional charge I hadn’t felt before, knowing she was reserving 
her powerful body for me alone.  Suddenly, she backed away from me, 
moving back a few feet. 
“There is one more problem, Chris.”  She said quietly.  Oh no, not 
again! 
 
“Umm…what? 
“I have to strip one more time…OK?” “Well…I guess so…but who for?” 
 She curled her finger at me, motioning me toward her.  “The man I 
love…who else?” 
As the music played in the background, she began to slowly dance as I 
watched, the flickering fire crossing her body in shadows.  I moved to 
her quickly as we slowly, gently disrobed each other, our hands finding 
the places that only lovers can find.  And as we stood in front of the 
fire, our bodies warmed now only bit it’s gentle caress, I felt her 
strength and her warmth and her love close to me for the first time.