Tanya – part 2
By the Collector
Muscles by Tanya, Strength by Julie

Copyright 2000 The Collector
This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.  
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I awoke Saturday morning still unclear about what I was going to do.  
But I had no time to waste.  I had to do something. 

After my morning ritual, I reached for the phone book, found Tanya’s 
number and called her. 

“Hello?” she answered. 

“Tanya ... this is Tim.  I ... I thought about what you said” I said. 

“I hope that’s all you’ve thought about Tim.  You know what I told you,” 
she said emphatically. 

“I know ... I’d like to talk to you ... and see if we can work something 
out.  I’d like to come over ... if you don’t mind ... and try to work 
through it,” I said calmly. 

“We can‘t just do it over the phone?” she asked. 

“I’d just rather do it in person Tanya ... please?” I asked. 

“I guess we can.  My parent won’t be home tonight ... come by around 8” 
she said.  Then she hung up the phone. 

I hoped what Julie wrote on the card was right. 

					*	*	* 

I left for Tanya’s house at 7:40, still ruminating over what I was going 
to say and do.  I had no idea how she’d react, but anything was worth a 
try. 

I pulled into her driveway, got out of the car, and went up to the door.  
I rang the bell ... she answered moments later.  I even had a dozen 
roses. 

She was wearing jean cutoffs, a white T-shirt, the bottom half cut off 
to reveal her thin, beautifully curved waist, and tennis shoes.  And 
those legs ... oh man.  She was as beautiful as I’d ever seen her with 
her blonde hair in slight disarray, and those piercing blue eyes.  She 
was the kind of woman that made other women jealous.  And that she had 
tremendous strength was an even more overpowering allure. 

”Hi Tanya” I said meekly handing the roses to her. 

“Hi Tim” she said with a questioning tone.  “These are nice ... but 
nothing’s changed” she said smelling the roses. 

“I ... I know Tanya.  I still find it so hard to believe a girl ... like 
you ... can be so strong” I said. 

“Come out to the garage ... I want to make you understand just how 
strong I am” she said. 

I followed her through the kitchen, out a door, then into the garage.  
It was big enough for two cars and fairly ordered.  Close to one wall, 
were two large objects with short chains coming from them and a handle 
on the end of the chain. 

“Bring those over here Tim” she said. 

I went to one of them, grabbed the handle and tried to lift it.  It 
wouldn’t budge.  Then I grabbed it with both hands ... and I still 
couldn’t lift it.  I pulled harder on the chain and tried to drag it.  
Finally it tipped over and I was able to drag it across the floor with 
both hands, though it took all the strength I could muster. 

“Tim ... they’re not that heavy.  My little sister can move them easier 
than that” she said. 

I pulled it next to her, winded, then went back after the other one and 
managed it with the same difficulty, pulling it to the other side of 
her.  As I rested my hands on my knees, she looked at me with disdain. 

“Tim ... why are men so weak?” she asked.  I stood up and looked down at 
her. 

“We’re not ... we’re just not ... as strong s you Tanya.  I don’t think 
any guy is,” I said.    She looked at me and seemed to soften more than 
a little. 

“Maybe ... maybe you need to know just how strong I really am Tim,” she 
said.  She stood between the two objects and her pretty grabbed the 
chained handles. 

“Tanya ... I could barely move them ... you’re not ... ” I started.  She 
looked at me as though wanting to impress me. 

She held the chains up and her arms tensed.  Then she smiled at me and 
the weights left the floor easily. 

“Tanya ... you can’t ... ” I started.  But she could.  She lifted them 
easily until her powerful arms were straight out, parallel to the floor.  
She smiled at me as though proud of herself. 

“Wow Tanya ... you’re ... so powerful” I said in genuine admiration.  If 
I’d lifted weights the rest of my life, I’d never be able to do what she 
was doing. 

“I know,” she said, though somewhat shyly.  Her demeanor was changing.  
Then she slowly let the weights down to the floor, and let the chains 
drop from her hands. 

“That was amazing ... I didn’t even think even you could be that 
strong,” I said deferentially. 

“Pretty strong for a girl, huh?  I’m even stronger ... and I can prove 
it” she said. 

She went to a tool chest, fumbled through it and came back to me with 
two rings in her hand.  They looked like piston rings, only slightly 
larger.  She handed them to me, then held her arms out to me. 

“Put them on my arms” she said softly, now even smiling at me. 

“With pleasure” I said as I slid each one up her arms to her biceps, 
then pulled her hands away. 

“Wait a second” I sad taking each of her hands in mine.  With a puzzled 
look on her face, she let me take them.  Then I kissed each on of her 
hands softly and let them go. 

“Thank you” she said.  Then with her small fists clenched she raised her 
arms with the rings tight against her as yet unspoken biceps. 

As she curled her arms, a determined look on her face told me she I knew 
what she was doing and that not even the steel rings could contain her 
strength.  Her biceps started to rise ... and the rings started to 
expand! 

“Tanya ... your muscles!” I whispered.  A broad smile came across her 
face as her biceps rose even further, forcing the steel rings to expand 
even further.  And I realized then I had no idea of how strong she 
really was ... of how strong a girl could really be. 

She kept curling and her biceps continued to rise to bigger than I ‘d 
seen on anyone before.  I realized the strength she had within them as 
the steel rings rose further.  Her biceps peaked into wonderful mounds 
of feminine muscle as she looked up at me. 

“Tell me my muscles are pretty Tim” she said. 

“Tanya ... they are ... they’re gorgeous ... and so strong ... so 
beautiful” I said my voice shaking.  Then she lowered her arms, and held 
out her hands to me.  I slid my hands up her arms and retrieved the 
rings. 

“You can keep them ... souvenirs of my strength,” she said. 

“I never dreamed Tanya ... a girl could be so strong” 

“Strong girls ... you really like strong girls ... don’t you Tim?” she 
asked hesitantly.  I blushed. 

“Only the strongest ... and the prettiest ... like you,” I said.  She 
softened even more to a Tanya I hadn’t seen before.  Then she blushed. 

“Get that bar over there” she said pointing to a 4-foot piece of steel 
resting in a corner.  I picked it up and brought it to her.  Then she 
stepped up on the two weights, resting a foot on each one of them.  And 
her legs caught my eyes. 

“Tanya ... I love your legs” I said. 

“See if they look even prettier now” she said as she raised up on her 
toes.  She knew what she was doing. 

Each muscle revealed itself ... her thighs ... her calves.  I wanted 
nothing more than to have them wrapped around me. 

I knelt down and gently kissed each foot softly, with my hands reaching 
for her calves.  They felt as strong, and as feminine, as her pretty 
biceps.  And I knew her entire body ... her beautiful, sensuous body, 
was radiating with strength ... strength that I loved.  I started 
massaging her calves slowly. 

“That feels nice Tim,” she said quietly.  

Then she took the bar in both hands and looked down at me.  I moved my 
hands up to her thighs and ran them across them.  They were smooth, 
solid feminine and I kissed each one gently.  Then I looked up at her. 

Her arms started curling upward as the bar began to bend.  Every muscle 
in her body was tense as the bar submitted to her strength.  The 3-inch 
piece of steel was like a big piece of licorice to her. 

“Kiss me Tim” she said.  I did, raining kisses upon her thighs. 

“Not there Tim ... where every girl wants to be kissed” she said.  Our 
eyes met ... and my lips moved to her.  As my lips touched her there, 
her body seemed to vibrate. 

“I’m so strong Tim ... feel my strength ... feel my pretty strength” she 
said her voice quivering. I looked up at her and caught sight of her 
breasts under her T-shirt.  I reached both hands up slowly.  They were 
as soft and full as the rest of her body was firm, and strong. 

My eyes watched the bar as she bent it further, the ends now coming 
close together.  She threw it aside, then looked down at me and curled 
her finger at me. 

Just then, we both heard a car drive up. 

“Shit ... my parents are home,” she said. 

She jumped off the weights, primped herself slightly, and then listened 
at the garage door as the car doors shut.  They walked up the sidewalk, 
opened the door, and came in the house.  Then Tanya opened the garage 
door. 

“Call me tomorrow” she said.  Then she kissed me quickly. 

“But what about ... ” I started to ask. 

“Don’t worry ... a month off will only give me time to get stronger for 
you” she said.  “Now go” she commanded. 

I went to my car and looked back, but she was gone.  I backed out and 
started the drive home wondering what had just happened.  Then I reached 
into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet and searched for the card 
Julie had given me.  I read it and understood. 

‘A strong girl will do anything to have her strength admired.  Me too.”  
I didn’t believe it when I first read it, but I thought it was worth a 
shot.  But for whatever reason, something happened to Tanya.  She turned 
from an incredibly strong, arrogant woman to an even stronger woman, 
more sensuous than I think even she had known.  I didn’t understand, but 
I didn’t care.  I’d tell her anything she wanted to hear about her 
strength ... her muscles ... her powerful, beautiful body. 

And I suddenly felt better than I’d ever felt about a woman before.  
Tanya wasn’t going to hurt me ... quite the opposite.  And I’d do 
everything I could to let her know what an erotic turn on her strength 
was to me.  

I drove to the carryout and grabbed a six-pack, then stopped at Gino’s 
and ordered a pizza, finishing off a cold one in the parking lot while I 
waited.  Twenty minutes later, I picked up my late dinner and headed 
home. 

It was dark as I pulled into my driveway and noticed another car sitting 
there.  Standing at the rear, dressed in a tight short black dress was 
Julie. 

I got out of my car and slowly approached her. 

“Julie ... um ... what’re you doing here?” I asked. 

“Are you complaining?” she asked smiling. 

“No ... not even.  I just ... ” 

“I got a call from Tanya.  Us strong girls have to stick together you 
know” she said. 

“What ... what’d she say?” I asked. 

“Well ... we had a very nice discussion,” she said taking my hand in 
hers.  I wasn’t going to resist ... not Julie 

“About what?” I asked. 

“About you ... and about your ... weakness you might call it” she said 
as we walked up the sidewalk. 

“What ... what about me?” I asked not sure where this was going. 

“Well ... there aren’t very many of us around you know,” she said. 

“Whattya mean?” I asked as dense as I could be. 

“Dummy ... how many girls do you know as strong as Tanya and I?” she 
asked. “Um ... just you two ... I think,” I said not knowing where she 
was going with this. 

“And how many men do you think there are who can get excited ... really 
excited ...  by a girl’s strength ... or her muscles?” 

“Lots ... I would think” I said.  How could a guy not get worked up? 

“Well ... not according to Tanya.  And that means only one thing” She 
said. 

“What ... what’s that?” I asked. 

“It means we’ll be sharing you ... you don’t have a choice” she said 
coyly smiling at me. 

“Um ... I don’t ... ” I started.  I hadn’t a clue what to say. 

“That is ... if you can appreciate my strength ... and these,” she said. 

She raised her arms and her biceps rose under the fabric of her dress. 

“Oh my ... Julie ... your muscles ... your pretty muscles” I whispered.  
I dropped the six-pack, the pizza and reached for her arms.  Then she 
lowered them quickly. 

“Come inside and show me” she said.  She twisted the doorknob, not 
waiting for me to unlock the door and pushed it open. 

We stepped inside and left the lights off. 

Slightly more than 24 hours ago, my life was uncertain with the threat 
of physical bodily harm thrust upon me by a much stronger, incredibly 
beautiful woman.  But as I felt Julie’s strong arms around me, I wasn’t 
going to ask what happened.  I didn’t care.  I’d never understand women 
anyway.  But I knew I was about to have more fun than I could ever have 
dreamed of.