Sweet pleasures By The Collector Voices of angels: Kelli, Alicia, Julie, Bridget, Kari, and Kris Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. A few short ones to tickle…er…for your intellectual stimulation. Send comments so I know someone’s reading these to ChuckSt35@aol.com You’ve been overseas in the service and haven’t seen Kelli for six months. It’s your first night back and you can’t wait to get her between the sheets…and she can’t wait either. You come out of the bathroom to find her already in bed, waiting for you. You jump in beside her and she quickly rolls on top of you. Her lips meet yours immediately and her soft touches bring back the familiar wanting you’ve always felt with her, that no other woman does for you. She raises her head to look at you. “Honey?” she asks. “You remember I wrote you a while back and said I was starting to work out?” “Uh huh” you mutter, engrossed in the warmth, the sensuousness of her body. Your hands roam, and she feels different, firmer, a noticeable, but welcome change. “Well, I have a surprise for you.” She raises up slightly, resting on one elbow, here eyes till fixed on yours, her right finger making circles on your chest. “Mmmm, let me guess. You’re starting to get cute little muscles?” You ask as your hand massages her breast “How’d you guess? But there’s one thing though.” “And what’s that?” you ask. She removes her hand from your chest, and clenches her tiny hand into a fist. She raises her arm as you watch her bicep rise immediately off her feminine arm, growing before your eyes. “It’s cute, but it’s not very little is it? Do you like it?” She feel something under her that tells her all she need to know as she smiles at you and says. “Oh, you do like it! But there’s something else too.” “Uh…what…Kelli?” “I’ve gotten really strong, too.” She pushes you back on the bed, pinning your arms, as you watch her lips come close to you. “Much stronger than you, honey.” * * * You get up and look outside and see the first snowfall of the year. You and your roommates run outside, noticing the girls from the sorority next door had the same thought. You pick a target. She’s in two of your classes, one of your study groups, someone you’ve become friendly with on a passing basis, and flirted with on more than one occasion. She’s wearing a coat as white as snow, her blonde hair blowing gently in the wind. You pack a snowball lightly and hurl it towards her as her. She sees it coming and her hand blocks it, yet part of it seeps through, lightly splattering her face. She wipes her face, laughs back at you and throws one back. A friendly fight erupts between your two houses as snow flies back and forth. Then you and your roommates rush the girls, you heading straight for Alicia. As you approach her, her petite body falls gently to the ground as you tackle her. With a handful of snow, you try to gently rub it in her face. She grabs both your hands and looks up at you with a determined look on her face. Then she smiles as you feel your hands being pushed backwards…she sits up slightly, then rolls your hands to one side…she keeps pushing as you feel a strength in her you hadn’t quite expected. You find yourself falling on your back as she rises above you, her delicate hands now pushing yours towards your face. As you watch the snow in your hands come towards you, Alicia smiles, and with a final push, rubs the snowball in your face. She lets your hands go as you start wiping it from your face. Then you feel her gentle touch wiping the cold from your cheek. She easily reads the look on your face. “Don’t worry…I won’t tell anyone.” She says. As you look around, you see your three buddies are still playing with their own playmates. She gets up, then reaches out a hand to help you. As she easily pulls you to your feet, she kisses you quickly on the cheek, then runs towards her house. She stops on the porch, turns and looks back at you for a moment and then she’s gone. And next move is yours. * * * On your way home from work, you turn on the radio to hear your favorite talk show, a call in advice program. The hostess comes on and you hear: “And our next guest is Julie. How can I help you Julie?” “Hi, I have a…problem with my boyfriend. We’ve been dating about three months now.” You recognize the voice as your Julie. “”And what kind of problem Julie? You’re not getting along?” “No, we’re getting along fine…it’s just that…” “Yes?” “I have to tell him something…and I’m afraid he won’t want to date me after I tell him.” “Well, Julie, what could be so bad that he would fall out of love with you?” “He really tries to be protective of me…and I love that about him. I’ve never told him before, but I’m stronger than he is, and I don’t know how he’ll accept it.” “I think I understand Julie. It’s not an uncommon problem. I get this from stronger women like you all the time. I’ve had the same problem many times myself.” “Ow, great, I was beginning to think I was the only strong girl around. I’ve always been stronger than boys, well, guys now, and it really gets in the way sometimes.” Your foot pushes down a little on the accelerator. “Julie, you sound as though you’ve been around enough guys to know whether you’re just a little stronger, or a lot. But my guess is you’re a girl with exceptional strength. Is that right?” “Well, yes, I don’t know anyone stronger than I am, so I guess you could say I’m really powerful.” “Julie, the phones here are starting to ring off the hook with guys wanting to meet you. Anyway, let me ask you a couple more questions. Are you a big girl, small girl, or what? And how are your looks?” “I’m 5’5”, 120 pounds, so I guess that’s average. But I’m very attractive, I was homecoming queen two years in high school and I do modeling now.” “Well, you are different. I don’t think there are that many girls with both your looks and your strength. That’s a lot for any guy to handle. And I take it you’ve tried to hide it from him?” “Oh, always, but it’s been really hard. Last night at dinner, he was struggling just to unscrew the lid off the pickle jar; I almost burst out laughing, but that would’ve been mean. I know he can’t help it. And he was trying to show off too. If I’d done it, he just would’ve been embarrassed.” “Julie, you can’t hide your strength forever. You should be proud anyway. Do you have any idea how many people would like to be as strong as you?” “That’s just it. I’m tired of hiding it! I know he loves me, and I think it might even turn him on if he knew his girlfriend was so powerful.” “Exactly. Some men find the thought of a strong, beautiful girl irresistible. One more question…are you muscular also?” “Yes, very. Like, my arms, when I measure them normally, they’re only 10 inches. But when I flex my biceps, they get to about 16. I’m afraid if I showed anyone, I might scare them. But I love the way they look. I even flex in the mirror at night before I got to bed. It’s really amazing too. As soon as I start flexing, it’s like they jump off my arm. It’s like as they grow, I feel like I’m actually getting stronger, and I get aroused by the thought of my own strength.” “I think they’d have good reason to be scared Julie. And what makes you think he wouldn’t be aroused as well?” “Oh, I don’t know. I just thought he might be intimidated by me when he knows the real me.” “Well of course he will be, and he should be. But it may excite him more than you realize. And the other thing Julie…” “Yes?” ”He’ll always be wrapped around your little finger…one way or another…trust me. But tell him slowly, let him see your strength in tiny increments…keep him guessing about how strong you really are…and act innocent…let him think you don’t realize it…he’ll fall in love with you all over again.” “You’re right…I know you are. And that sounds sort of sexy too. Thank you so much. Oh, I’m going to tease him so much, he won’t be able to stand it.” “Perfect Julie. After we get off the line, hang on. I’ll give you my home number. I’m very interested in how this works out.” * * * Your roommate has invited you to his family’s summer home for the weekend. Their ‘summer home’ has turned out to be a 26-room mansion over looking the mountains of North Carolina. While the scenery is gorgeous, the house luxurious, the only thing that catches your eye is the maid, Bridget. Dressed as the proverbial French maid, you see her intermittently during the day, for only seconds at a time, but are captivated by her beauty. She has a sleek, athletic look that you find so appealing. You go upstairs at the end of the day to go to bed. You look for your bags to unpack, find them empty and realize she’s already done it for you. As you go through your drawers, you see the issue of WPW you’ve packed, lie on the bed, and rummage through the latest issue. Moments later, the door opens. Bridget walks in, and closes the door behind her. She looks at you, not smiling, just looking. She takes the pins out of her blonde hair as it drops off her shoulders. She unbuttons the first three buttons of her top as her cleavage reveals itself. She finishes undressing removing her maid’s outfit and her stockings, leaving her standing there in only panties and a push up bra. She starts walking towards you and as she walks into the light you notice her body is feminine, yet her muscles are exceptionally well developed. She climbs onto the bed and straddles you. She takes the magazine from your hand, pulls you down the bed and leans over you, and pins your arms above your head. Her beautiful face moves close to you as she whispers, “So, you like ze strong girls, yes?” * * * You and your girlfriend, Kari, decide to go out for an evening, just a beer, and some pizza and to shoot some pool. As you and Kari are shooting, you get a friendly challenge from another couple, Tim and Judy. The evening goes well as you seem to get along with both of them. During the fourth game, an argument erupts between you and Tim over the rules. The argument becomes heated, and then Tim suddenly pushes you. You push back and a full-fledged fight develops. You struggle against each other and realize you’re evenly matched. You get Tim on the floor and it appears you have the upper hand, when suddenly you feel a hand grab the back of your shirt, pull you off and fling you effortlessly against the wall. You’re dazed, but you look back and realize the strong, powerful arm that manhandled you was Judy’s! You watch as she takes a pool cue in her hands and easily snaps it in two, handling the larger end to Tim, who starts towards you. “Well, I’ve had enough of this” you hear Kari say. She heads for Judy. As Tim sees her, he swings the cue at her. She grabs the cue, pulls it from his hand, grabs him by the shirt, and throws him to the wall near you. Judy then comes after Kari. “You’re not getting away with that, you bitch.” Judy says. Judy doubles her fist and takes a swing at Kari, who catches it easily in her left hand. She slaps Judy hard across the face, then grabs her blouse and pushes her towards Tim. Judy slams against Tim as they both fall to the floor. Kari walks to them, as your eyes are wide in amazement. She reaches down, grabs them both by the front of their shirts and hoists them to their feet. She then surprises you. You always suspected Kari was fairly strong, but she shows you her almost superhuman strength as she lifts them off their feet, one in each hand, as you see them moving up the wall, their feet dangling. As you stand and look at her, her innocent beauty and unassuming strength overwhelms you. Kari looks at you and says sweetly, “What should I do with them Honey?” * * * You arrive at Kris’s house early Saturday morning. You’re spending the day together, but just haven’t decided what to do other than to help her clean out her basement in the morning with the afternoon open. You have two tickets on the 40-yard line for your alma mater figuring you’ll convince her it’ll be time well spent. She has other plans, wanting to go to a craft show instead. “But Kris, do you know how hard these were to get?” “No, but I don’t want to watch a football game. I really want to go to the craft show. It’s only here once a year.” “Well, we’re going to the game, and that’s it.” You say, waiting for her reaction. She looks up at you, a stern look on her face. “Is that your final decision?” she asks. “Yes…yes it is.” You say confidant of your victory. “OK, honey.” She says, “Whatever you say…for now.” You spend the next two hours in her basement packing old books, keepsakes, and her ‘stuff’. In the corner, you remove an old tarp and uncover a weight bench, the bar and 160 pounds in weights still on it. “Kris, where do you want this?” “Oh, I’d forgotten about that. Just bring it over here.” You hoist the bar off the bench, thinking you’ll impress her. You walk halfway across the room, then your knees start to buckle. She hears you grunting and looks to you. “Oh, honey, let me help you.” She walks to you, plucks the barbell from you with a single hand, holding it in the air. “Honey, you shouldn’t try things like that. You might get hurt. But thank you for trying.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then casually walks across the room and sets it down, then walks back to you. “Kris…I didn’t know you were…so strong.” “I meant to tell you…it must have just slipped my mind. I don’t like to show off…unless I don’t get what I want. And then I never know what may happen.” She walks over to you, rolling up her sleeves and for the first time, you see large beautiful masses of muscle on her upper arm. “I guess I can’t hide these any longer either.” She raises both arms as you watch a pair of lightly tanned biceps rise gradually from her arms into large balls of satin covered steel. She watches them, stealing a look at you with a smile on her face that’s feminine, yet mischievous. She lowers her arms, stands eye to eye with you, then places her hands on her hips, looks up at you and asks, “By the way honey, have you changed your mind about the game?” “Kris…sweetie…I think… the craft show…might be a better choice.” “That’s nice honey. That makes it easier on both of us…doesn’t it?