Tanya By The Collector Friends are just so special…especially strong pretty ones. Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. This story is a continuation of the Krissy series. Its narration is done by Trish, Krissy’s mother, a friend of mine, or at least I deceive myself into believing so. Anyway, read on and enjoy, I hope. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com Of Krissy’s friends, Tanya was the quiet pretty one. She wasn’t a show off, was fairly conservative, and tended to keep most things to herself. But I also knew she had proven to be a most reliable friend to Krissy than Mary Jo and Krissy had more respect for Tanya than she had for any of her other friends. I was attracted to Tanya the first time I saw her. She carried herself with a quiet elegance you don’t often find in girls her age. It may have something to do with her appearance as she was certainly blessed. At 5’5" and 114, she was on the thin side, but was as beautiful as Krissy or any of her friends. She always dressed with an understated sexiness that I found irresistible…it matched her unassuming demeanor. She had to have known how good she looked; yet she never tried to draw attention to herself. And her body…my, she’s so incredible. At 34C-22- 34, she could, if she wanted, dress to draw attention and get it. But her style is to be subtler and that makes her all the more alluring. I took more than a passing interest in Tanya after Krissy had left for college. Tanya had taken a job at the local mall at the cosmetics counter of one of the department stores. I walked in to the store, almost surprised to find her working there. She looked stunning as always. "Tanya…hi…how’ve you been?" "Hi Trish…great, how nice to see you. Have you talked to Krissy lately?" "She’s doing fine…even has a boyfriend now. So how’ve you been doing?" "I’m OK…I don’t really have time to talk right now…but I get off in a half hour…could we meet somewhere?" "Sure…there’s a little café, Giorgio’s…just down the street…" "I know the one…that’s fine…about an hour?" "Sure…looking forward to seeing you then Tanya." I gave her a look I probably shouldn’t have, but I really wanted to see her. * * * I arrived a little early, wanting to see her make an entrance. And I wasn’t disappointed. She walked into the café and stood in the center of the main dining room looking for me. She was wearing a modestly short white skirt with a very pale purple flowered blouse that clung to her nicely and white heeled sandals. As she looked around the room, I almost didn’t want to wave to her…I could have savored her for hours. But I stood up and waved to her. She walked over gracefully and we embraced and…I can’t help it…just being in her arms for that brief moment was almost unbearably pleasant, a feeling I hadn’t known for years. How could any other woman make me feel like this? "You look great Trish." "And you look gorgeous Tanya" I said. Women can say things like this to each other without the underlying innuendo that accompanies a similar comment from men, or the immediate defensive mechanism that most women seem to have when they hear it from men. But I meant it. We sat down and ordered drinks. "So…what have you been doing?" I asked. "Work keeps me busy. And I’ve been thinking of starting school in the fall…at State. I can’t decide what I want to do with myself." "You have a lot of options Tanya…you’re very exceptional." I said. "Thanks…I still have time to decide. I’m not in a hurry. And what about you?" "I started a new job a couple months ago…in sales…and it’s going fairly well. I won’t get rich, but it pays the bills. I’m fixing up the house…now that Krissy’s moved out, I need to fill my time." "You sound so sad Trish." "I’m sorry …I didn’t mean to. It’s just a little difficult getting used to her not being there, even though it’s been almost a year." "You really need to find someone Trish." She said it softly, with the oddest look in her eyes. Then she placed her hand on mine, comforting me. I took her hand in mine and held it longer than I should have…but she didn’t pull back. "Sometimes, the person we need is right in front of us…and we don’t even know it." I said, hoping she caught my meaning. She squeezed my hand tightly and I could’ve have flown out of my seat. "I know…it’s ironic isn’t it?" she asked, now a much sweeter smile on her face. We continued our discussion for the next forty minutes catching up with each other…talking about Krissy…clothes…movies…just about everything, both of us avoiding what we really wanted to discuss…or me anyway. "Listen…why don’t you come over tomorrow night. I’ll cook us dinner and we’ll just have a nice night together." "I think that’d be great Trish…a nice change." We left the café and went to our cars. I stared at her as she drove off and her eyes caught mine. She stared back, a look that I knew meant something, but I wasn’t sure what. * * * I went to bed early and found it difficult to sleep. I kept thinking about Tanya…I couldn’t think of anything else. I lie there for nearly two hours when I couldn’t take it anymore. I was almost 20 years her senior. I loved, yet didn’t understand my attraction to her. I had to talk to her. It was 11:30…but I had to. I dialed her number. After three rings, she answered. "Hello?" she answered, in a slightly sleepy voice. "Hi Tanya…it’s Trish." "Trish...is everything OK?" "Yes…I’m sorry Tanya…I was just…thinking about you...and wanted to talk to you." "I was thinking about you too Trish…I’m glad you called." "I feel so…embarrassed Tanya…this isn’t like me. I just wished you were here." "Don’t be embarrassed Trish…would you like me to come over?" "Tanya…oh my…that’d be wonderful." "No problem…I’d love to…about 20 minutes?" "That’s perfect Tanya…and thank you." Click. * * * I quickly dressed casually, then began pacing the floor, waiting for her to arrive. I was more nervous than I ‘d been in my life. I wanted to be with her so badly. I wasn’t sure my reasons were the purest, I genuinely liked her, but my attraction to her bordered on obsession. She drove up minutes later. I opened the door to see her step out of her car dressed in cutoffs, tennis shoes and a light blouse. The wind caught her hair slightly as she looked up at me. She was as beautiful as ever. I stepped out onto the porch to greet her. She walked up the steps without saying a word and embraced me. I could have cried. "Are you OK?" she asked, holding me tight. I almost felt like a little girl in her arms. "I moved back and looked at her. "I’m fine now," I said smiling at her. She kissed my cheek, and then we turned and went inside. "I was just making some hot chocolate," I said nervously. "Come on...I’l help you." She said as we walked into the kitchen. I walked to the stove, with her behind me. Suddenly I felt her hands on my waist. I closed my eyes for a moment and relished the feel of her, and then she wrapped her arms around my waist and moved her body close to mine. Her lips touched my neck softly sending a shiver through me. She moved her hands from my waist and gently slid them up my arms. As they reached my biceps, my arms tensed involuntarily. I felt my muscles expand as she gripped them tightly, tighter than I could have imagined any woman could. I’m an exceptionally strong woman, but I suddenly felt incredibly weak as Tanya held me. "I can’t help myself Tanya…I’m sorry." "Don’t be sorry Trish…just enjoy it. I know what you want." She reached up and kissed me, then wrapped her arms around me and I felt her wonderful strength embrace me. "Oh my…you’re so strong Tanya…" "I suspected you might have a thing for my strength…among other things," she said smiling. "I do Tanya…I can’t explain it…you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known…and I think I’m even a little jealous of you." Tanya only looked at me as though she didn’t know what to say. "But why…you really shouldn’t be." "I don’t know…you do something to me no one ever has. You’re so beautiful…and so incredibly powerful…yet you don’t show off…you’re so calm, so subtle about it." "I can’t help it…I’m just me I guess." I looked at her, calculating my next words. "But there are times…I don’t know if I should say this…that I’d love to see you show off…that I’d love to see how powerful you really are…just to feel the strength in your body. Almost…overpower me." I almost shrunk from embarrassment, not knowing how she’d react. "Mmm…I could handle that…if you can Trish. Sometimes it just takes the right person for me." I couldn’t believe she’d said that. It was so out of character for her. Maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all. She just looked at me with that innocent, unpresuming smile of hers…did she honestly have no idea what she was doing to me? How could she not know how much I wanted her? "You’re so beautiful Tanya…please…" As I looked into her eyes, I could have cried for wanting her so much. I almost felt ashamed…she was more beautiful than I was…younger…and stronger…but I wanted her so. She took my hand and led me from the kitchen. I almost felt like a child as I walked a pace behind her, the fragrance of her perfume and her hair drifting by me. We stopped in the living room and she turned and looked back at me, then took my hands in hers. We locked our fingers together, and then she held our hands up in front of us. She then slowly started putting pressure on my hands, trying to force me to the floor. "Stop me Trish…if you can." Her voice was calm; her smile sweet…but her strength was incredible. Hard as I could…hard as I strained, she calmly slowly kept pushing as though it was effortless. "Tanya…I-I…can’t…Tanya…" I was pushing with everything I had…as strong as I am, Tanya had strength I couldn’t even dream of. She had strength I’d only seen in one other person…I had no ideas she could be as strong as Krissy. "Is this strong enough Trish…is this the strength you want?" My knees were approaching the floor, but I kept pushing back in a useless effort…there was nothing I could do to stop her. "Yes…Tanya…you’re so strong Tanya…" My knees touched the floor and I looked up at her and saw the eyes of most beautiful, innocent face I’d ever seen smiling back at me. She let my hands go and I slowly ran them up her beautiful thighs and embraced her, my hands reaching around and grabbing her beautiful rear in them. She slowly stroked my hair, and then I felt her moving down as my hands ran up her lush powerful body. I felt myself quiver slightly as a chill enveloped me, a feeling I’d never felt before. I could have cried from happiness as I held her. Her face came down and met mine. She looked at me softly as if sensing my thoughts. "Look here baby…I have something for you." She said. She looked into my eyes and slowly began rolling up her sleeve. I placed my hand on her forearm and she smiled and made a fist, and firmness came to her arm. "Tanya…my strong beautiful Tanya…" I whispered. Her arm came up and her bicep rose easily…the reservoir of her wonderful strength filled her arm making her look all the more powerful…stronger…even more feminine, as my hand glided across it and felt it’s hardness, her beautiful muscle dwarfing even mine, or that of any man I knew. I grabbed it with both hands slightly shaking finding her power both exhilarating and intimidating. "Kiss it Trish…please…kiss my pretty muscle Trish…" I leaned over and gently planted my lips on her arm. She gasped slightly, much to my delight, and then I looked softly into her eyes. "Take me Tanya…please be my strong girl…" Then she again took my hands in hers. Then her lips moved closer to mine and I felt their softness on mine as she pushed me backwards. She kissed me harder as she pushed me back further, and then finally I found myself lying on my back with Tanya holding me down, our lips still locked. She then pulled away and sat up, letting my hands go. She unbuttoned my blouse and opened it slightly and ran her finger down the center of my chest, then subtle tasted it. She then unbuttoned her own, took it off, leaving only a white lace bra, overfilled with her beautiful breasts. "Oh my Tanya…you’re so beautiful…so sexy…I want you so much." She smiled and lowered her face to mine again; holding it inches from mine. "Trish…let your strong girl take care of you." She said. Then her lips met mine again as I wrapped my arms around her. She placed hers under me and pulled me closer, and I felt her sweet lips and the strength of her beautiful body envelope me for the first of what was to become many, many nights with sweet Tanya and her strength.