My Strong and Wonderful Beautician
By M.C.
A pretty college co-ed describes how a chance encounter with a strong and tough beautician changed the course of her life.


Hi, my name is Katherine Warren but my friends all call me Kate for short (and
one even calls me Kitten). I'm a twenty-three year old woman now in my second
year of law school and I would very much like to share with you how a chance
encounter with a very strong and tough, but wonderful beautician altered the
course of my life.

Chapter One: My First Meeting With Betty

I first met Betty shortly after she opened her beauty salon. It was located
very close to the university that I was attending (and still do) which was
called, appropriately, "Betty's Beauty Salon". And because it was located
close-by, and because I was a cheerleader and having nice hair was very
important, I decided to give Betty a try. Another reason was that I wasn't
really very happy with the beautician that I had been using up until then. So
since Betty's was just a short walk away from the student apartment where I
was living at the time, I figured I had nothing to lose. So I called the salon
and a very pleasant and friendly voice greeted me. And guess what? She said
that she could take me that very afternoon; and so I went. When I entered the
salon a very large woman greeted me with a warm, friendly smile and said,
"Good afternoon Katherine. I'm Betty and I'm very pleased to meet you."

The first thing you notice when you meet Betty for the first time is her size;
I mean she is one very large woman. Standing an even six feet tall (183 cm.)
and weighing in at 'around' 220 pounds (100 kg.) she was a sight to behold.
(Betty was very forthcoming about her height and weight and didn't seem at all
bothered when I asked her about it). The second thing you can't help but
notice about Betty were her massive arms. "My biceps measure around eighteen
inches when I flex," Betty proudly said when she noticed that I was staring at
them. Then she flexed them for me and they were indeed big and hard. In fact
not even Rick, my boyfriend at the time and the quarterback of our
university's football team, had arms like hers. Perhaps only the largest and
strongest linemen like Alan or Larry - Rick's best friends on the team (more
about them later) - had muscles the size of Betty's.

I was beginning to question the wisdom of having this woman do my hair with
those arms of hers. I mean how could she be so strong and also be gentle and
delicate at the same time? As if she read my mind, Betty smiled and said, "I
can see that you're a bit apprehensive about me doing your hair Katherine (I
told her that she could call me Kate if she preferred), so here's what I
suggest we do: I'll do your hair for free this afternoon and you can then
decide if you want to come back to me or not. O.K? And I won't be the least
bit offended should you decide not to return. Deal?" Again she smiled at me.
But this time - unlike when she first introduced herself but I was too
overwhelmed by her size to smile back - I smiled. "You're on Betty," I said.
She sat me down on the swivel chair facing the large mirror and began to work
on my hair.

An hour later I walked out of Betty's Beauty Salon with a wide smile on my
face. I had found myself a new beautician - and a damn good one at that! For
despite the initial apprehensions that I had, Betty's strong hands were very
gentle. And when she was finished, my long, blond hair never looked better.
She even put my make-up on better than I could and told me she'd teach me how
to do it the next time I came in. I told Betty that I'd tell all of my
girlfriends at the university about her (being a cheerleader I had a lot of
friends). And after I did, Betty got so much business that she had to hire
another beautician. Because of that she always does my hair for free (wink).

Chapter Two: The Making of a Strong, Tough Woman

As I mentioned earlier, I was a cheerleader for our university's football
team. And as a result, I had to have my hair done before every game so that I
would look my best when we preformed our cheers and routines in front of the
70,000 or more spectators that show up for the games. As college football
games are usually held on Saturday afternoons, I had my hair done on Saturday
morning for home games and Friday morning for away games. As the weeks went by
Betty and I became closer. And the better I got to know her, the more I grew
to like her. She was very different from my then 20 year-old college friends,
both because of her maturity and her life experiences; and I liked that.

Betty was thirty-two years old (I was twenty at the time) and she lived by
herself in a home she rented one block away from her beauty salon. She had
never been married (for reasons that I'll explain later) and had been a
licensed cosmetologist (a person that's trained to treat hair, nails and skin)
for six years before we met. She began studying cosmetology so that she'd have
a back-up profession waiting for her when she retired from her first
profession. And what do you think Betty's first profession was? She was a
Strongwoman in a circus!

"I grew up on a farm Kate," Betty explained when I asked her how she came to
be so strong while she was doing my hair one Saturday morning. "And though it
was hard work - often literally from dawn to dusk - I loved it. I guess it was
the long, hard, physical work plus my genes that helped me get to be this
strong. Both of my parents as well as my two older brothers are large and
strong." Betty then paused and added with a sly grin, "But I'm the strongest
one in the family - by far." She then giggled to herself before continuing her
story. (Betty, I would find out, likes to giggle a lot).

"The first time I discovered this was when my parents went away for a few days
to attend a farmer's convention and left me and my older brothers a long list
of chores to do while they were away. As I was only twelve years old at the
time, my brothers - one of whom was sixteen and the other was fifteen and
both, as I said, were large and strong for their age - tried to get me to do
most of the work. When I realized that they were intentionally slacking off I
decided to teach them both a good lesson."

"What did you do Betty?" I asked. "I asked them to follow me and led them
inside our barn. Once we were inside, I locked the door behind me." Again
Betty giggled. "First I beat the crap out of both of them, and after that I
took them across my knees and spanked their bare bottoms until they were
crying like babies. And do you know what the funniest thing about all of this
was for me Kate? I really enjoyed both the beatings and spankings that I gave
them. I guess I must have what you'd call the female dominant gene in me.
Anyway, neither of my brothers ever slacked off on doing their chores again.

"By the time I was thirteen I had saved up enough money to buy a set of
barbells and began lifting weights - several hours a day! I not only loved it,
I loved what it was doing to my body as I got stronger and more muscular. The
feeling of raw female power and strength surging through me. I don't know how
I can describe it to you in a way that you'd understand Kate, other than to
say it was exhilarating! And I enjoyed using my strength.

"It didn't take too long for the bullies at school to learn not to mess with
either me or any of my friends; not if they knew what's good for them. It must
have been very hard on all the male egos in high school when they found out
(sometimes the hard way) that the strongest and toughest kid in school was a
fifteen year-old girl! Even the big, tough, macho football players stood off
to the side to let me pass when I walked through the halls. It was a wonderful
feeling. I even beat our school's heavyweight boxing and wrestling champions
in an exhibition match, one after the other; and I did it just for fun."

"In fact it was because I liked showing off my strength so much that the idea
of becoming a strongwoman in a circus began to appeal to me. My parents agreed
but not until I had turned eighteen and graduated high school. So after my
eighteenth birthday and I graduated, I went to visit a small circus that was
headquartered fairly close to our farm and asked if they could use a
strongwoman act. The owner actually liked the idea but unfortunately there was
a small problem, he already had a strongman act - 'Atlas, the World's
Strongest Man'. And because it was a small circus he couldn't afford to hire
another act that was similar; even if it was a musclewoman. So, what's a girl
to do Kate?"

"So what did you do?" I asked her. Again Betty gave me that sly grin of hers
and said, "In front of the circus owner, Atlas and all the other circus

performers that had gathered around us I challenged the Mighty Atlas to a
wrestling match - no holds barred. Whoever wins gets to remain in the circus
and the loser will have to leave. Both the owner and Atlas agreed." Betty then
giggled to herself again. "Poor Atlas. I had beaten up lots of bullies in
school, but I never thought I'd see a big, strong and proud man like Atlas cry
after I was through with him. And I didn't even beat him up all that badly. I
guess he just couldn't take anymore. The poor dear."

"Anyway Kate, after that I had my own Strongwoman act titled: 'Betty, The
Strongest Girl in the World!' And it proved to be very successful. So much so
that I even received top billing shortly after I began. To attract more
attention for my act, as well as the circus in general, and make a few extra
dollars in the process, the circus owner had me take on all comers in an
arm-wrestling contest - with either my right or left hand! It cost people ten
dollars to try and, if they managed to beat me, they would get $100. In the
thirteen years that I was with the circus I must have arm wrestled against
literally thousands of men - often as many as ten a night - and I was never
beaten; not even once!

"After a few months the owner even added a wrestling challenge for me. Before
my show, in addition to the arm-wrestling, I would also wrestle against the
toughest man in the town that the circus was then preforming in. And like with
the arm-wrestling, I never a lost a single match! I didn't keep track as to
how many men I defeated in the wrestling ring during my circus career. But if
I had, I suppose it would probably read something like this: Circus
Strongwoman - 1000, Town Tough guy - 0. But as I said though, I'm not really
sure about the thousand wins; that's just a rough estimate. But I'm definitely
sure about the zero loses (smirk).

"I loved the circus Kate, I really did. But as I entered my late 20's, I began
to think about what kind of future I'd have after I retired from the circus.

I know this might sound a bit strange to you, coming from a big, strong,
muscular woman like me, but I had always been interested in a female's
physical beauty. So I decided to study cosmetology, so I could become a
professional beautician and make girls and women look their prettiest; like
you for instance Kate (wink)."

(I have to confess that I felt a very strange feeling coming from inside Of me
after Betty's winked at me. It was a feeling that I had never felt before, nor
could I explain at the time).

"So I finished my degree in cosmetology in my spare time, passed the licensing
exam and received my beautician's certificate. After I turned thirty-two years
old I retired from the circus and used the money that I had saved up over the
years to buy this beauty salon and set up my business. And that, more or less
Kate, is the story of my life."

Chapter Three: The Barroom Brawl - Two Months Later

It was a rather chilly Friday evening in February and my boyfriend Rick and I
plus Alan and Larry - his two best friends on the football team - decided to
go out to a bar for a few drinks. As fate would have it, we chose a bar that
we had never been to before that just happened to be located just down the
street from Betty's Beauty Salon. We entered the bar, ordered a pitcher of
beer and sat down at a table. As the bar was dimly lit I couldn't make out
anyone else who was in there at the time. Everything seemed to be going
normally until a seemingly minor incident occurred - but it was an incident
that would forever change the course of my life.

We had finished our first pitcher of beer and I volunteered to go the bar and
get another. But on the way back I accidently tripped and spilled some of the
beer on Rick. "Why you clumsy Bitch!" he screamed at me as he got up from the
table (Rick did have a rather nasty temper sometimes, especially after he'd
had a few drinks). "You spilled beer all over my brand new football jersey!"
And then he drew his right hand back and slapped me hard across the face. "I'm
really sorry Rick. It was an accident. I'm so, so sorry." But Rick ignored my
pleas and drew back his hand again. And as neither Alan nor Larry had made any
move to intervene on my behalf, I had no other choice but to prepare myself to
receive another hard slap. But then something very unexpected happened.

I saw a hand reach out from behind Rick and grab him firmly by his wrist,
preventing him from slapping me again. And then I heard a familiar voice say,
"Slapping a much smaller girl are we? You're a real tough guy, aren't you? Why
don't you try slapping me instead, macho man." I moved to the side so that I
could see who said this and guess who it was? It was Betty! She had finished
working in her beauty salon for the day and stopped by the bar for a beer
before going back to the home she rents near-by. "Let's see if you're 'man'
enough to take on a woman who knows how to defend herself big boy." Betty
smiled at me and said, "Why don't you take a seat and watch as I teach this
boyfriend of yours a lesson in manners Kate."

When Betty released her grip on Rick's wrist, he whorled around and threw a
hard right hook at her. But incredibly Betty reached up and caught his fist
with her left hand, stopping it in mid-air! "My, my trying to hit a girl
Ricky? (He hated to be called that - it reminded him of when he was a little
boy). Didn't your mommy ever tell that it's not nice to hit a girl? It looks
like I really do need to teach you some manners." CRACK! And with a sound that
reverberated throughout the entire bar, Betty slapped Rick hard across his
face with her open right hand. So strong was her slap that my six foot-three
inch, 230 pound athletic boyfriend was sent reeling backwards several feet.
Betty calmly put her hands on her hips and said, "O.K. tough guy, let's see
what you've got."

Again my large, strong boyfriend threw a punch at her. But this time Betty
didn't even try to stop it; she just let it hit her shoulder. THUD! But
nothing happened to Betty. In fact she hardly seemed to feel it! Rick, on the
other hand (no pun intended), held his right fist. "Oh my, did Ricky hurt his
hand hitting my shoulder?" Betty teased. "You poor thing you. Here, let me
help take your mind away from the pain in your hand." SMACK! And with another
hard slap across his face Betty sent my stunned boyfriend back against one of
the barroom walls. She followed him there, grabbed him firmly by the front of
his jersey and began to slap him back and forth across his face. SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! "It's not so much fun to slap a girl when she can slap you back, is it
Ricky?" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "I take that back, it is fun; for the girl that is."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Until then Alan and Larry had simply watched from the sidelines. But when they
saw how their friend and star quarterback was getting slapped around by this
woman, they began to approach her; in order to help Rick no doubt. I was torn.
This was Rick, my boyfriend, that Betty was slapping around and I was a
cheerleader for his football team. Shouldn't I be on their side? But Rick had
just slapped me (and not for the first time) for a silly, little accident and
his friends didn't do or say anything to stop him. Only Betty came to my aid.
So where should my loyalties lie? "Betty watch out!" I yelled as the two big,
strong guys closed in on her. Without fully realizing it at the time, I had
made my choice.

WHUMP! Just as Larry was about to grab her, Betty jammed her right elbow hard
into the pit of Larry's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him - and she
didn't even turn around! (Betty told me afterwards that she had seen them
approaching from their reflections in the large mirror that was hanging on the
wall in front of her, but decided to let them get close before striking. But
she nevertheless thanked me for warning her). With Rick and Larry now
temporarily 'out of action', Betty turned her attention to the largest,
strongest and toughest player on the football team - Alan. Standing six
feet-six inches tall (almost two meters) and weighing 275 pounds (125
kilograms) the All- American offensive right tackle towered over the six foot,
220 pound woman. As I watched Betty and Alan face off against one another, I
feared that it was going to be a mismatch. And indeed it was a mismatch - for
against Betty's mighty muscles and rock-hard fists, Alan never stood a chance!

WHAM! POW! CRACK! PUNCH! With a series of powerful lefts and rights to his
face and various other parts of his upper body, Betty's drove Alan back; first
to one side of the bar and then to the other. "All his size meant was that I
had a bigger target to practice my punches on," Betty joked with me later.

My amazing new friend soon had Alan backed up against the wall where Rick was.
Betty slapped Rick's face a few more times and then punched Alan again. When
she saw that Larry was recovering, Betty punched him too with a solid right
hook that knocked him out cold. Then, before she returned to finish Alan and
Rick off, Betty paused, smiled at me and blew me a kiss! (And again I felt
that strange sensation happening inside of me).

As I watched Betty battering three of the biggest, strongest and toughest guys
on our university's football team all around the bar (one of whom was my
boyfriend at the time), I began to understand what that strange sensation
happening inside of me was - it was a feeling of arousal. That's right.
Watching Betty beat up these three strong, tough macho jocks was turning me
on! And the more I watched her, the hornier I got. And for the first time
since I met her, I also noticed Betty's her long, brown hair as it swished
around behind her during the fight (she always had her hair tied up in her
salon). Watching Betty in action, I realized that she was not only big and
strong, but also beautiful and sexy; very sexy in fact.

The question was, why? Why was watching this big, strong woman easily beating
up three of the roughest, toughest guys I know arousing me so? And then all of
a sudden it hit me. Just like Saul on the road to Damascus, I had an epiphany
and everything became perfectly clear. For as long as I can remember I've
always been attracted to strong, tough athletic guys. I guess that's why I
became a cheerleader - first in high school and then in college. And yet here,
right in front of me now, was the strongest and toughest person that I'll
probably ever meet - and it was none other than Betty, my beautician! It was
the strength and power that I was attracted to.

WHAM! With a powerful right uppercut to his jaw (which I swear to god lifted
Alan several inches off the barroom floor) Betty sent Alan flying backwards.

He landed on top of Larry, just as Betty had intended. Then she grabbed Rick
firmly by his jersey and pinned him up against the wall again. Betty had her
open right hand cocked back and appeared ready to deliver yet another hard
slap across his face (she told me afterwards that she didn't punch Rick out
like she did Alan and Larry because she wanted to punish him longer for
slapping me. "A quick knockout was much too good for him," she said). Unable
to hold it inside of me any longer, I blurted out, "Oh Betty, you're
magnificent! Totally AWESOME!"

When she heard me say this, Betty paused and looked at me. For the next few
moments Betty and I gazed into each other's eyes." Then my mighty beautician
smiled and said, "Why thank you for that Kate. That was a sweet thing to say."
Then she added, "Let me finish dealing with your friend here and then you and
I can explore this 'thing' between us a little more deeply - at my place
(wink)." (I felt shivers go up my spine when she said that).

Betty still held my hapless boyfriend (very soon to be my ex-boyfriend) pinned
back against the barroom wall with her hand cocked back in 'slapping
position', as she likes to call it. But much to Rick's relief, Betty didn't
slap him. Instead she dragged him over to where I was standing and held his
badly bruised face a few inches away from mine. "What do you think Kate?" she
asked in the soft, sweet voice that she always uses with me, "Do you think
I've punished Ricky enough? Or would you like me to slap him around some more?
Either way is O.K. with me."

I stared into Rick's badly swollen face and saw tears forming in his eyes. The
poor thing. My big, strong, tough, macho ex-boyfriend was starting to cry. And
although he had slapped me (and as I mentioned earlier not for the first
time), I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him now. Seeing him crying and
reduced to this pathetic state by my big, strong new girlfriend, softened my
heart and I no longer felt anger towards Rick anymore. Now all I felt for him
was pity. "No Betty. Don't slap him anymore. I think Ricky has had enough for
one night."

"Very well," Betty said. Then she tightened her grip on Rick's sweatshirt and
pulled him to withing an inch of her face. "Now listen to me carefully Ricky
because I'm only going to say this once. Katherine is no longer your
girlfriend; you don't deserve her. And if I ever hear that you or any of your
teammates are bothering her in any way, then the next beating I give you will
be ten times worse than this one. Is that clear?" Rick, shaking from head to
toe, meekly nodded. "Good," Betty said. And then my strong, new friend did
something that nobody in the bar who witnessed it would ever forget. Holding
Rick by his jersey in her left hand, Betty grabbed his belt buckle with her
right and lifted the 230 pound football star not just off the floor, but she
hoisted him above her head in her outstretched arms!

"And if you think that your rough, tough teammates will protect you, take a
good look at your friends over there lying unconscious on the floor. What I
did to them, I'll do to your entire football team if I have to. And don't for
a moment think that I can't - or won't." (I had never heard Betty speak in
this tone of voice before and I have to admit that listening to her now was
kind of scary). Still holding Rick above her head in her outstretched arms,
Betty

walked over to where Alan and Larry lay and unceremoniously dumped him down on
top of them. "Remember what I told you now Ricky. If you ever bother Katherine
again I'll make you wish that you were never born - and that goes for anyone
else who gets in my way!"

Betty walked back to where I was standing and gently took me by the hand. And
in the soft, sweet voice that she always uses with me said, "Come Kitten (that
was the first time that she had ever called me Kitten; and I liked it) let's
go to my place now. O.K? It's only a short walk from here and I think that
it's about time you and I got to know one another a bit more 'intimately'; if
you know what I mean (wink)."

Before we left the bar I had Betty pose for a few pictures with "the guys". In
most of them she's flexing her awesome eighteen inch biceps while standing
next to the pile of Rick and his friends (in one she has her foot on Rick's
face). But my favorite is the video that I took which has Betty sitting down
on top of them and smiling while she brushes her long, beautiful brown hair (I
still get tingles every time I watch it). I think that it shows Betty at her
absolute best: tougher than the three toughest guys I know while at the same
time she can be soft and feminine. For me it represents the essence of who my
amazing new friend truly is.

Chapter Four: Pillow Talk the Following Morning

After a long night of passionate and intimidate lovemaking (the best I'd ever
experienced up until that time) Betty and I finally fell asleep, wrapped
tightly in each other's arms. The next morning I woke up in the most wonderful
of positions. I was lying directly on top of my muscular new girlfriend and
resting my head on her large breasts. Betty was gently running her fingers
through my long blond hair. "How do you like my titties Kitten?" she asked me
with a grin. "Do they make comfy pillows for you?" My giggling told her
everything that she needed to know.

After some more gentle cuddling I asked, "Betty, were you really serious when
you told Rick in the bar that you'd beat up his entire football team if they
ever bothered me?" Betty flashed me her sly grin again, reached over to the
small table next to the bed and grabbed her cell-phone. "What I'm about to
show you now Kitten is a secret that very few people in the world know about;
and we all agreed to keep it that way. So I have to ask you to keep what
you're about to see just between the two of us. O.K?"

After I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone, Betty showed me a picture
from her phone - and my jaw literally dropped. For there, staring me in the
face, was a picture of the dreaded Jim Morgan - the undefeated heavyweight
boxing champion of the world. He was lying spread eagle on his back in the
middle of a boxing ring and I could clearly see that he appeared to be rather
badly beaten up. But even more amazing than that was that calmly sitting on
his chest, smiling and brushing her long, pretty brown hair was Betty! My new
super-friend had just beaten up the undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of
the world and she didn't have so much as a single mark on her! "He really
wasn't all that tough Kitten," Betty said when she noticed the look of shock
that I must have had on my face. "If you ask me, he's grossly overrated."

When I asked my big, strong friend how that fight came about, Betty smiled and
explained: "Jim Morgan was nothing more than a bully, always beating people up
and was especially cruel to females. So one time when our circus came to the
city where he lived and trained, I decided that he needed to be taught a
lesson. I went to the gym where he trained and put on a pair of pink boxing
gloves that I had bought for the occasion. Then I climbed into the ring and,
as you can see from the picture that a friend of mine took, beat the crap out
of him. My hair didn't actually get mussed while I was beating him up," Betty
said, then added with a girlish giggle, "I just wanted to rub in the fact that
the mighty heavyweight champ was beaten up by a girl; tee, hee, hee." (Again
Betty giggled like a little girl and again I wondered why. It just seemed so
incongruous that such a powerful woman as she can also be so 'girlish' at the
same time).

"As I was brushing my hair I also lectured the champ on how I expected him to
behave from then on. I finished by warning him that if I ever hear that he's
being a naughty boy again, I'll give him another boxing lesson - only the next
time I'll make sure to do it in public for everyone see. Well, that put the
fear of God into him and he begged me not to do that. I told him that if he
was a good boy and behaved himself I wouldn't beat him up again. And also that
I wouldn't tell anybody what I had just done to him - except a to a few close
friends like you Kitten (wink). That happened about five years ago and, as far
as I know, Mr. Morgan has been a good boy ever since."

"So returning to your original question Kitten, I'm pretty sure that I could
beat up your football team all by myself if I really had to. You only saw a
sample of what these arms of mine are capable of last night. You told me that
Alan and Larry were the largest and strongest players on your team; right? And
you saw how easily it was for me to put them both down. And here's something
else, I was only using about half of my strength to do it! Because if I had
hit either one of them too much harder it might very well have caused a
serious injury to them. I was very angry with them because neither Larry nor
Alan tried to prevent Rick from slapping you. So for that I had to punish
them. But I think that the light beating I gave them was sufficient." (A light
beating? Betty knocked them both out and they were still out cold when she and
I left the bar a few minutes later. That's what Betty calls a light beating?).

"I even pulled my punches against the heavyweight champ. He deserved to be
punched around a lot, so I had to be careful that I didn't knock him out too
quickly." Betty started to giggle again and added, "I also wanted to have some
fun with the champ while I was beating him up; tee, hee, hee." (There was that
giggle again). Then Betty got serious, "But for me Kitten, what was most
important is that Rick and his friends leave you alone. And if any of them
should ever bother you, you be sure to let me know about it and I'll 'take
care' of them for you. After all, what's the point of having a strong
girlfriend if she can't use her strength to protect you?"

Betty paused for a minute or two and I intuitively felt that she was about to
say something important. "I have a confession to make to you Kitten. I was
attracted to you from the moment we first met at my beauty salon that day.
That's the reason I offered to do your hair for free when I saw that you were
apprehensive after seeing how large and strong I am. And the reason that I
offered to show you how to put your make-up on the next time you came to my
salon was to entice you to return; and you did." Betty then gave me a long and
passionate kiss - the most wonderful kiss that I ever had. Then she continued.

"Understand Kitten, when you're a woman as large and as strong as I am, guys
are intimidated by you; their egos simply can't handle being with girl who's
twice as strong and three times as tough as they are. Even though I always
tried to be nice and friendly around boys and men, they always shy away from
me once they discover just how strong I am. I briefly did have a boyfriend in
high school. He was being teased by a gang of bullies because he was seeing
me. When I found out about it, I beat them all up - I think there were about
seven or eight of them. But shortly afterwards, that guy broke up with me. And
why? Because I beat up all of the bullies that were harassing him! Now go
figure that one out. I guess his ego couldn't handle being protected by a
girl. So I weaned myself off males and found myself becoming attracted to
females instead; especially the pretty ones, like you Kitten (wink)."

I then asked my new girlfriend something that had been puzzling me about her
for some time now. "Betty, you're such an incredible woman, far stronger and
tougher than anybody that I've ever met; and, no doubt, ever will meet. And
yet you do 'girly' things like giggle a lot. Or when you blew me a kiss in the
middle of battering Rick and his friends around the bar last night. How is it
that you can you be so incredibly strong and tough on the one hand, and yet so
sweet and feminine on the other; and at the same time too?"

Betty reached over and playfully tweaked my nose. "I'm not a psychologist
Kitten, but I guess that it's just in my nature to be this way. In one form or
another I've been competing against boys and men since that day I beat up and
spanked my older brothers in the barn; and I've never been beaten by any of
them. So I know how strong and tough I am. And yet there's also the little
girl aspect in me and she refuses to grow up. So I guess that she's the reason
that I like to giggle and do 'girly' things. Sometimes during what might
appear to others to be an inappropriate time - like in the middle of a fight
for example. It's just the way I am Kitten; and I'm perfectly happy with being
this way.

"The important thing for me now Kitten, is that you're not intimidated by my
strength and what I can do with it. It might have been difficult for you to
watch me beat up Rick and his big, strong friends in the bar last night; but I
did it for you, in order to protect you. So please don't do what that
boyfriend in high school did and run away from me. That's a blow that even I
couldn't take. I'm not the She Hulk or Wonder Woman. I'm just a large, strong
woman who wants what every other woman wants in life - someone to love and be
loved in return."

Looking at this seemingly invincible woman with her magnificent, muscular body
lying naked next to me and spilling her heart out (perhaps for the first
time), I felt a new sensation coming over me - true love. Not the puppy love
that a young girl feels when she first encounters a boy (or girl) that she has
a crush on; but the true, deep love that only a mature woman can feel. I put
my arms around my powerful friend and softly said, "You'll never have to worry
about not being loved again, you big, strong, gorgeous hunk of woman. Because
I promise to love you until the day I die.and maybe even beyond that."

As it was early Saturday morning, and Betty's first appointment at her beauty
salon wasn't scheduled for several hours yet, my mighty girlfriend wrapped her
muscular arms around me and squeezed me into her large, firm breasts. And for
me there was no other place on God's green Earth that I would have rather been
then where I was - lying on Betty's comfy bed and completely engulfed in her
powerful arms. It's probably as close to Nirvana as I'll ever get; at least in
this lifetime that is.

Chapter Five: Epilogue: Back to the Present

It's been three years since the events that I described above took place and a
lot of things have happened in my life since then. Shortly after that little
'incident' at the bar (and what happened afterward between Betty and me), I
dropped out of the cheerleading squad. For some reason the big, strong, tough
macho men that I had once admired so much no longer appealed to me; gee, I
wonder why (smirk). I also left the student apartment that I had been living
in and moved into Betty's nice, comfy home which she has since bought. Because
Rick and his football friends took Betty's warning seriously and left me
alone, she didn't have to beat them all up like she threatened to do if they
ever did bother me (which I found a little bit disappointing as I would have
loved to have watched her do it - just for the erotic thrill that it would
have given me).

"I'm sorry Kitten," Betty said when I mentioned this to her (facetiously, of
course). "But when you're as strong as I am, you should use your strength only
when it's absolutely necessary; like that time in the bar (wink). To do
otherwise would mean that I'm just another garden variety bully; which, as you
know, I despise. I mean I have no problem slapping guys around or punching
them out, just so long as they deserve it." So the only time that I ever get
to see Betty show off her strength is when she slaps some jerk (or several
jerks) around for either teasing her about her muscles or makes snide comments
about our 'relationship'. But it's still fun (erotic?) for me to watch when,
on those rare occasions, she does show off her strength.

One morning before I started my senior year at the university (when I met
Betty I was in the middle of my junior year), after a long night of passionate
lovemaking, my strong friend said to me, "It's very noble of you to want to
become a teacher Kitten, but let's face a few facts here. Teaching today is
probably the most overworked, underpaid and least respected of all the
professions that you can go into. Even though you told me once that you wanted
to be a teacher ever since you were a little girl, I honestly feel that you're
capable of doing so much more with your life.

"You're extremely intelligent Kitten, (Betty wasn't flattering me when she
said that. I have a tested I.Q. of over 130 and got a 1450 on my S.A.T. test).
"Have you ever thought about studying to be a lawyer? Your university has an
excellent law school and I'd be more than happy to subsidize it for you. After
all, it's probably only because of the recommendations that you made to all of
your girlfriends after our first meeting that my beauty salon is busy all the
time now. I even had to hire two more beauticians to handle all of the
workload. So I do owe you; right?"

While my super-strong girlfriend may not have gone beyond high school, I've
always found that Betty's innate wisdom is second to none. And when she gives
me advice, it's woe to me if I don't take it. So on my lover's wise
recommendation I changed my major from education to law; and I love it! In a
few years I'm going to be a lawyer and I'm sure that I'll be a damn good one
too. My future is unfolding before me and I really like the direction it's
heading. I could never have imagined myself being this happy. And I owe it all
to that chance encounter in a beauty salon three years ago when I met the
biggest, strongest, toughest, but also the nicest, kindest and sweetest woman
that I'll ever meet - my wonderful beautician Betty.

Author's Note: Every once in a while I actually fall in love with the woman
that I'm writing about in my fantasy stories. It happened this time with
Betty. That's why, in addition to the qualities of strength, toughness, beauty
and self-confidence that I always give to the heroines in my stories, I also
tried to endow Betty with tenderness, compassion, sympathy and love. When she
felt that it was necessary, Betty was strong and tough; but she was gentle and
loving (and even vulnerable) when she didn't need to be. I hope that in this
endeavor I had some measure of success.