Muscle Teen Comes Out
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



"Are you crazy, Emily," my best friend Danielle asked, "you'll be suspended or
maybe even expelled." "But Dani, I'm tired of wearing sweatshirts and baggy
pants every day to school," I told her, "besides, Chad likes my muscles." "I
do too, baby," she said lightly caressing my bicep.

It's Friday night and we are in my room at home. I was standing in front of my
mirrored wardrobe door and Dani, or Danielle, was standing behind me. Not many
of the kids at 'Hicksville High' as I called it knew that I had muscles. I
trained hard and heavy and my seventeen year old body showed the progress I
had made, but I kept my body 'under wraps'.

Dani kissed my trapezius and snaked a hand around to finger my abdominals. I
knew what she wanted but I wanted her to ask me, to beg, so I wanted to tease
her. I lifted my arm and tensed my bicep. "Do you think the guys on the
wrestling team have 'guns' this big," I asked. "No, baby," she said, brushing
my bicep with her soft lips, "not even the coach has biceps like yours." I
relaxed my arm. I knew that was true, I was constantly comparing my arms
against the rest of the boys at school. I had given up a long time ago
comparing my arms to the other girls.

"You're so sweet, Dani," I said, and I shook my quadriceps and then tensed the
muscles. I studied my quad in the mirror. Dani's hand, which had been playing
over my abdominals, and fingering my navel, began to go lower towards my
genitals. I took her by the wrist and moved her hand away and I saw the
disappointed look on her face. "Not yet, Dani, you haven't asked," I said, and
she rolled her eyes. "OK, OK," she said, "You win muscle girl; please can I
play with your clit?" "There, now that wasn't so hard was it?" I asked her.

We were supposed to be studying for a test, but as usual, both Dani and I had
been distracted by my muscles. I loved to look at my body in the mirror and so
did Dani. 'That sounds vain', I thought, 'but it was as if my body took on a
life of its own when I stood in front of a mirror. It was as if I were looking
at a bodybuilder or something.' That may sound confusing but suffice to say, I
was proud of my body.

"I'm going to do it," I said, "Monday I'm going to wear a dress or something
to school." "Do you even own a dress?" Dani asked. "No," I said, "will you go
with me tomorrow to look for one?" "What's in it for me?" Dani said, and I
realized too late that she didn't have to beg for what she wanted; it was I
who wanted something from her.

"You can have whatever you want," I said, knowing full well what she wanted. I
let go of her hand. She kissed my ear and whispered, "Thank you," and
immediately began to finger my clit.

Since transferring to this school, Dani and I had become close. Very close,
some might say, and she was, in fact, the first girl I had been with sexually.
While I considered myself a heterosexual, Dani offered a relief from the
coarse sexual encounters I had had with boys. That is other than Chad. Chad
was slow and caring and he liked me for who I am, muscles and all, and
although we hadn't 'gone all the way', I knew we would soon.

"Hmm," I hummed, "You have the lightest touch, Dani." "I do with you, Em," she
said softly in my ear as she masterfully brought me to the brink of an orgasm.
"Not yet," she said, withdrawing her hand. She turned me to face her. "Wh-what
are you doing?" I asked, now eager to climax. She put a finger to my lips and
said, "Shh, let Dani take care of you," and she sunk to her knees.

Her tongue replaced her finger and her hands slid up the back of my legs and
then she clutched my butt. I began to slowly move my pelvis wanting Dani to go
deeper. With a muted shriek, I climaxed feeling the wave of euphoria pass
through me. "That was wonderful, baby," I said as she stood up, "truly
wonderful."

There was a wrap on the door and my mom said, "Are you girls alright, I
thought I heard something?" "Yes, mom, we're fine, Dani just told me something
funny," I said hastily. "Alright," my mom said, "if you want some cookies, I
just made a batch, they're downstairs." "Thanks, Misses Martin," Dani said.
"Thanks, mom," I repeated. I pulled on my sweat pants and sweatshirt, my
standard attire, and we went downstairs.

The following day, Dani came by and mom dropped us at the mall. "I'll be back
here at noon to pick you girls up," she said, "we can grab a bite to eat
then." "Thanks, mom," I said as I shut the door and she pulled away from the
curb.

For the next hour we looked in the women's stores at the mall. At one store I
tried on a nice dress that while it fit my hips, it wasn't large enough for my
chest. The material began to split when Dani tried to zip me up. We laughed as
we hung the torn dress in the dressing room and rushed from the store.

We went upstairs and browsed two or three more shops and then we walked in to
a small boutique. "May I help you?" a young salesgirl asked. "We're just
looking," Dani said. "Let me know if I can be of help," she said and went back
to reading a magazine by the cash register. We walked around the racks of
dresses, skirts, blouses, bras and underwear. The shop was 'wall-to-wall'
clothing and accessories.

"This looks nice," I said, holding up a sleeveless dress. It was simple in a
pale blue color, with a bit of trim. 'Nothing bright or brash,' I thought.
"Try it on," Dani said as she moved the hangers apart, looking at things on a
nearby rack.

"I'd like to try this on," I told the clerk. "Certainly," she said and
unlocked a fitting room. I stepped out of my sweats and into the dress. I
opened the door a crack and Dani was still at a far rack, but the salesgirl
was close. "Could you zip this for me?" I asked stepping out of the dressing
room and turning my back to her.

"Sure," she said before turning around, and then she said, "Oh, wow!" as she
saw me. I turned quickly to look in a mirror and then turned back to her,
"What," I asked. "I'm sorry," she said, "it's just that I've never seen anyone
as muscular as you." I laughed. "That's OK; I get that a lot, could you zip
me?" I said. She tried, but the cut of the dress wasn't wide enough for my
chest.

"You know," the salesgirl said, "my mother is a magician with a sewing
machine, I'll bet she could make you something that would fit like a glove." I
smiled and said, "As long as it doesn't look like one," and the girl laughed.
"You'd just have to come back when she's here. She'll be in tomorrow."

Dani came over holding a top and skirt. "Try these on," she said, handing them
to me. I went back into the dressing room and took off the dress and slipped
the skirt up to my waist, and then buttoned the blouse. I looked at myself in
the mirror and then stepped out of the dressing room. Dani whistled and the
salesgirl smiled. "Wow," Dani said, "that's hot." "Totally," the clerk said.

The next day I wore the black leather mini with the sleeveless leopard print
blouse and three-inch ankle boots to school. As I walked up the front steps,
if looks the kill, the girls stares would have been lethal, the boys on the
other hand nearly drooled in hopes that I'd stop and talk to them.

Last week when I walked down the corridor of the school, kids ran into me,
pushed, shoved and generally got in my way. The noise level was near that of a
jet engine. Today, however, wearing my short skirt and sleeveless blouse, as
soon as I entered the building, the other students cleared a path, most
turning to watch my pass and they spoke in hushed tones. I stopped in front of
my locker and turned my back on them as I collected the books I needed.

As I shut my locker door and turned a sophomore ran into me. Students nearby
froze as the boy landed on his butt, dropping his notebook and textbooks. I
looked around at the expectant faces watching and then down at the boy who was
gathering his belongings. "I'm sorry," he said softly, not making eye contact
with me. "Not a problem," I said, "Are you alright?" He looked up and nodded,
and then stole a glance at my legs. Smiling to myself, I tensed my calf
muscles and watched as his eyes widened and he saw my calves explode. I
squatted in front of him and he glanced up my skirt. I knew he would, and so I
thought I'd tease him. I wasn't wearing any panties, and he quickly looked
away and then up into my eyes to see if I had noticed. I smiled and asked,
"Did you see anything you liked?" Stunned he only nodded. I chuckled and said,
"I'll bet," and I handed him his textbook.

Activity was thinning in the hallway as kids went to their classes. Only a
handful remained as I stood up. I quickly glanced around and not seeing anyone
paying attention, I put one of my boots on his shoulder and pushed him
backwards. He found himself on the seat of his pants once more. "Hey", he
said, "what was that for?" I straddled his shoulders giving him the perfect
view up my mini skirt. "That was just because I could, you little pervert," I
said, "now why don't you go in the little boy's room and masturbate while you
think of me." His mouth opened but he was too shocked to say anything. "I know
you want to, don't you?" I asked. "Nothing to say," I asked as I looked down
at him, "OK, then, I'll see you around," and I turned and walked off, leaving
him still lying on his back on the floor.

I walked into my geography class a minute before the bell rang and took my
seat. Mr. Drummond had his back to the class writing on the board. My desk is
the last one in the first row, nearest the back door. Becky Bradshaw who sat
next to me looked at me and gave a faint smile. I smiled back and she mouthed,
"I like your skirt," and ran her tongue over her lips. "Thanks," I mouthed
back and blew her a kiss. She blushed instantly.

After school Becky caught up to me as I was walking to the gate by the parking
lot. "I wanted to ask you where you got your skirt," she said. "I don't
remember the name of the shop," I said, but went on to describe where in the
mall the store was located.

Becky and I had never been particularly close; however, she was always
friendly. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she said. "Sure," I said. "Why
all the muscles," she said, "I mean, you obviously workout with the intent to
get bigger." "Yes, yes I do," I said, "And I train hard. As to why, I like the
way I look. I want to push myself, besides, packing on the muscles has given
me confidence, so I can do what I want." "And what do the boys think about
your muscles?" she asked. I smiled. "I'm sure I intimidate some of the boys,
maybe even most of them, but down deep, I know I'm the girl they want to be
with, and that gives me confidence too."

Just then the kid that had run into me was coming towards us. He was carrying
his notebook and had a small case dangling from one hand. He was looking down
at the ground when I stepped in front of him. "Where you going, stud," I asked
and glanced at Becky who was watching with growing interest.

He took a step to his left, my right, in an effort to go around me. I put a
hand on his chest. He was a few inches shorter than me and perhaps fifty
pounds lighter, that's fifty pounds of muscle. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Peter," he said, looking at my arm holding him where he stood. "Peter", I
repeated, "I've never met a peter I didn't like." He seemed to miss the double
meaning, so I said, "When I left you in the hallway this morning, did you
think of me, Peter?" He nodded. "Did you go into the bathroom and jerk off?"
Becky looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Be honest," I said. He nodded. I
smiled and said, "I thought so."

"You're a sophomore, right, Peter?" "Yes," he said, "but I really have to be
going, I have practice." "Practice, what kind of practice," I asked. "Music,"
he said, and held up the small case he was carrying. "What's in the case,
Peter," I asked. "My piccolo," he said. "You play the piccolo," I asked and he
nodded. "How sweet," I said, and I turned to Becky, "Peter here plays the
piccolo, Becky. Oh, I'm sorry, Becky, this is Peter, Peter, Becky." He smiled
at Becky but was clearly concerned about my hand on his chest.

I took the case from him and hefted it. "So light," I said, "are you sure
there's a piccolo in here?" He nodded. I turned to Becky and said, "Let's have
a look," and I walked to the bleachers that were near the gate. Becky and
Peter followed. I sat the case on one of the seats and unsnapped the clasp on
the case. A bright shiny silver piccolo rested in the green velvet lined case.

I ran a finger along the instrument. "Small," I said, "are you any good?"
"Good?" he asked. "Yeah, good, you know, at playing the piccolo," I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said, looking at Becky and then back to me," I'm OK." "Uh-huh,"
I said. I plucked it from its resting place and held it up by one end. It was
about a foot long.

Holding it between my thumb and index finger, I slid it under my mini skirt.
"Wh-what are you doing," Peter asked, "please give that back." I smiled and
Becky watched intently as my hand went further up under my skirt. "Hmm," I
said, as I inserted the instrument inside me. The keys made it a little
awkward, but the sensation was marvelous.

"Emily, what ... ," Becky began to say, but then just stood and watched as I
masturbated with Peter's piccolo. Peter looked around to see if anyone else
was nearby. Maybe to come to his rescue, but if that's why he looked around,
he was out of luck. "Yes, yes," I said as I quickened my tempo until I
climaxed.

"Do you masturbate, Becky?" I asked pointedly. She shook her head. 'No
surprise to me,' I thought. I withdrew the piccolo and held it out for Peter.
"Play something for us, Pete," I said. He stood looking at his piccolo, now
dripping with my juices. "Ah, err," he stammered, "I don't have any music."
"Play it," I said forcefully, thrusting it at him, "or I'll turn this thing
into scrap metal."

He took it by two fingers, and held it in front of him. "Go on," I said, "play
it!" He jumped but put the piccolo to his lips and began to play. I didn't
recognize the tune. I turned to Becky who was watching Peter; I took my wet
index finger and ran it across her bottom lip. She touched the moisture with
her tongue. "Lap my pussy, Becky," I said, "I'm still wet." As Becky slowly
got to her knees, Peter stopped playing. "Play!" I said sternly, and he
started again.

Peter played while Becky lapped my clit. In a matter of minutes, I had another
orgasm. Once what I can only describe as 'euphoria' placed a hand on each of
Becky's biceps and lifted her so that she got to her feet.

"You asked about why I love my muscles and I told you that it gave me
confidence," I said, "This was an example of my confidence and power over you
and Peter." I turned to Peter and said, "You may stop now, Peter." He began to
put the piccolo back into its case. "Lick it clean, Pete, I know you want to
taste my juices," I said. He eagerly ran his tongue over the metal surface of
the piccolo. "Isn't that good?" I asked. He nodded and I laughed.

"See, Becky," I said, "Power and confidence equals domination. That's what
gets me as excited as an epic orgasm. And you have to admit, you loved it as
well, didn't you?" "Yes, Emily," she said softly, caressing my cheek. I turned
and said, "What about you, Peter, did you like watching and sucking my juices
off of that piccolo?" He smiled and said sheepishly, "Yes, I did."

"OK," I said, "Let's get out of here. Tomorrow is another day." I left Becky
and Peter there by the bleachers and walked home. 'Danielle was wrong,' I
thought, "I didn't get suspended or expelled for having too short of skirt or
showing too much skin. In fact, I think most of the kids and even the teachers
liked what they saw.' It was dark by the time I got home.

"Hi, Em," my mom said from the kitchen, as I closed the front door behind me,
"How was school?" and she came into the entryway, a dishtowel in her hands.
"Fine, mom," I said, "it was fine." "Emily Martin! You wore that to school?"
she asked. I looked down at my skirt and said, "Yeah, I even got complemented
on my outfit," which was not a total lie, "why?" "It's way too short," my
mother said, "and besides, I thought you didn't like to show off your
muscles." She's a physical education teacher at another high school, and while
she's toned and fit, her muscles aren't as big as mine, a fact that I'm
secretly proud of.

"Ahh, mom," I said, "I decided to stop wearing sweats and baggy clothes, I've
trained hard to get my body where I'm proud of it, I just wanted to dress
normal for a change." Mom looked at me for a long time and then put her arm
around my shoulders. "I know, honey," she said, "but I thought we discussed
this some time back. Men and women are intimidated by a girl, or rather, a
woman with muscles. Are you ready for what may happen; name calling, loss of
friends, that sort of thing? Kids can be cruel." "I can handle it mom," I
said, "I can take care of myself. Besides, I've met some kids today that love
girls with muscles." "OK, Em, just be careful," and she kissed me on the
forehead, "I don't want you to get hurt. Supper is almost ready, go clean up."
"Thanks, mom," I said and went to my room.

'I love my mom, but she worries too much,' I thought, as I undressed and took
a minute to study my reflection in the mirror. 'School will never be the
same,' I thought as I playfully tensed my abs and ran a hand over them, 'not
for me or the other kids.'