Carried
by GG


The first time I saw Sally, I thought she was the most beautiful girl ever. 
She was a research student like me, and first year, so about twenty-one. 
Once more it had happened; I see my ideal babe and she's six foot two. Why 
do girls have to be so tall these days? What are they feeding them on? 
Important questions when you're five-seven like me. Her hair was long and 
black and she had incredible vivid green eyes. She looked like a goddess; 
slim waist, big tits, fantastic back and butt, long legs and wide shoulders. 
She was built! Must be 180lbs at least, but not an ounce of excess fat.

I set about my investigations. She stayed on campus most of the time which 
made things easier, and she didn't seem to have a car. This could be handy; 
with a bit of luck she liked short men with porshe 911s - a present from one 
time millionaire uncle Henry, before his stocks took a dive. That car added 
a foot to my height, as far as babes were concerned.

By day two I had found out quite a lot; mainly by following her around. She 
was studying sports medicine, likes to go jogging at 6am every day, works 
out in the gym, swims, eats like a horse, and is into yoga.
She went around alone, probably because of her punishing routine, but I was 
sure it wouldn't be long until some hunk attached himself to her. I had to 
move fast; nothing to lose, she would probably just tell me to get lost 
anyway. I had become used to that kind of thing. Most girls aren't too 
impressed by 100lb weaklings.

I hatched a plan. Even though I hated getting up early and detested jogging, 
it was a sure way of getting her alone. Ten to one she would follow the 
'peri-track'; a path that circled the campus and all the joggers seemed to 
use it. I was up at 5:30 and coughed about a third of the way round. After 
about ten minutes, I saw a tracksuited figure coming and knelt down to 
pretend to do up my laces. I would wait till she caught up and then jog 
along beside her and chat. That was the plan; it didn't work. She wasn't 
jogging, she was running- fast! She shot past and I shouted good morning 
after her. I saw her turn and wave and then power off into the distance. It 
wasn't worth chasing after her; I was out of breath getting this far, and I 
couldn't run that fast anyway. Now I was here, I had better get some 
exercise, I thought, so I jogged on round, resisting the temptation to walk 
back to my room the short way across the playing fields.

My efforts were rewarded! There she was, just a bit further on, doing some 
stretching exercises. My mind raced and I came up with plan B. As I got 
level, I let out a theatrical yell and limped to a halt - Oscar winning 
performance. She walked over as I rubbed my right ankle.

'You OK? Looks like you put your foot in that hole back there. They really 
ought to do something about this path.'

Her voice was mellow and sexy.

'Can you walk?'

I faked a few painful steps and contorted my face. 'Guess not.' I lied.

'OK.' she said. 'There's a bench over there. I'll take a look at it.'

Before I could reply, she just scooped my up in her arms and carried me 
towards the bench which was about a hundred yards away. I was so surprised I 
didn't say anything, and just lay there feeling the hardness of her arm 
muscles and the firmness of her breasts. She carried my with no signs of 
effort at all and then gently put me down on the bench, crouched down in 
front of me and carefully removed my trainer.

'You've got such cute small feet.' she purred. 'I get self conscious about 
my size 10s sometimes.'  She felt my ankle expertly, moving my foot up and 
down and side to side. I put in a couple of ouches for effect.

'Is it broken?' I groaned pathetically.

She burst out laughing.

'You'd be in shock, trembling, yelling, or passing out if it was. This is a 
minor sprain, and it isn't even swelling.' She giggled again. 'The most 
important thing is to keep the weight off it. You have very weak legs and 
ankles and you could be laid up for days if you don't rest it now. I'd 
better carry you back to your room.'

She handed me the shoe, scooped me up again before I could object and 
started off across the fields at a fast walking pace.

'Hey put me down.' I said, even though I was enjoying the experience. She 
ignored me. We were getting closer to the residence buildings and there were 
plenty of people up even this early. I'd be a laughing stock within hours. 
There were some guys who made fun of my wimpy body already, and when the 
news got out that I was carried across the park by a girl, I wouldn't hear 
the end of it. I got desperate.

'I faked it!' I shouted. 'Put me down. There's nothing wrong with me. I just 
wanted to get to know you.'

She smiled. 'I know.' she said calmly.

'So what are you doing?' I yelled. 'Put me down!'
I could almost sense people watching us from the many windows ahead.

'Teaching you a lesson.' Her tone had changed and she sounded really cold. 
She stopped and dumped me down roughly on the grass. I watched nervously as 
she shed her tracksuit to reveal the most awesomely muscled body I had ever 
seen. She put her hands on her hips and stood astride me. I thought she was 
going to beat me up. Instead, she bent down from the waist, grabbed my 
malingering foot in her large left hand and straightened up.

'If there's one thing I can't stand,' she hissed 'it's jerks like you faking 
illness or injury. I lost my shot at the Olympics because of it, and there's 
enough pain in the world already.'

I yelped. This time it was for real. She had closed her long powerful 
fingers like a vice around my small foot. I saw the muscles swell in her 
forearm and a huge bicep bulge and twitch.

'P..please..arrgh..please.'

She laughed.

'For your information,' she said quietly, ' this is what a sprained ankle 
feels like.'

I screamed as she flicked her wrist in a seemingly casual motion, as if 
adjusting the position of a watch. The pain was excruciating and I could 
feel tears welling up.

She smiled at me now and her hardness seemed to have disappeared.

'When you can walk again, come and see me. There's no need to follow me 
around all day, just come up and talk to me. Ask me out. I think you're 
quite cute and I love that car of yours!'

I just lay there dumbfounded as she picked up her tracksuit and ran off back 
towards the track.

The End.