My Story - Part 1
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


I was away at college. Not even close to the rural area that I grew up in. I
have been attending the California State University for two years now. I'd
rather not say which campus, but suffice to say, it's in Southern California
where there's plenty of sun and lots of hot guys and girls.

My grades are excellent and while I'm not a nerd, studying comes easy to me.
Something else that comes easy to me is muscle growth. What started as a
weight training class my freshman year has evolved into a passion to sculpt
and hone my muscles. I no longer take weight training classes as I simply
'outgrew' them, but I do have access to the weight room on campus and use it
almost every night. That's the perfect time, when I can be alone and
concentrate on each body part.

It's a turn on for me to pump my muscles and see the sheen of sweat as I push
them to the limit. I don't feel I've maxed out yet, there always seems to be
something new to explore and work on.

I've been told that I'm attractive, hell, I've been told I'm beautiful, but I
don't look for flatery or complements, at least not from the guys I've gone
out with. What I do look for is complements from me. I'm my worst critic and
my best supporter. I give praise to myself when I believe I do well and I
chastise myself when I think I've been slacking off.

Part of my training regimin is taking care of myself, not only physically, but
emotionally and nutritionally. As a chemistry major, I have developed a
nutritional aid that drops fat from my body while enhancing the protein and
stimulating muscle growth. While it's not a steroid it probably wouldn't be
appreciated in any major league sport. Well, that's OK, I'm not trying to
market the drug, I just want it to work for me.

I love to watch myself in the mirrors while I'm in the weightroom. It's almost
as though it's a voyeuristic experience. As if I'm watching someone else. To
see the muscle contract and relax, to gaze upon my sports bra and firm breasts
and erect nipples, sometimes my spandex shorts are wet with not only my sweat
but also my own juices.

I'm Amanda and this is my life.

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I live in a small one bedroom apartment near campus. Because it's Southern
California, and the cost of living is high, I have a roommate. I'll call her
Jane. Jane and I are nothing alike, physically or mentally. I'm 5'-10",
muscled, blonde, blue eyed, self-reliant and sure of myself. Jane on the other
hand is 5'-4", trim, but not athletic, with light brown hair and brown eyes.
She's what most people would call a nerd and what she has in brains, she lacks
in self-confidence.

We make the perfect pair; Jane does what I tell her.

Don't get me wrong, I treat Jane well, I don't abuse her. Not much anyway. We
had lived together for a month when I met Brad. Brad was on the track team and
because of his daily workouts and running, his body was taut and hard. After a
couple of "dates", I took Brad back to our apartment to see if he was as good
in bed as I had dreamt.

Jane was at the kitchen table studying when I unlocked the door and walked
Brad in. I introduced Brad to Jane and then told Brad to have a seat on the
couch; that I'd be back in a minute. That's when I disappeared into the
bedroom to change. I put on a cotton button down the front shirt, tied at the
waist and a short pleated skirt that ended at mid-thigh. Completing my "look"
was my three-inch high ankle boots. I looked "hot" as I walked back into the
living room.

I asked if Brad wanted anything to drink and he said a beer would be great. I
could tell that his mouth had gone dry just looking at me. "Jane, get Brad
here a beer, and I'll take a Coke," I said. Jane, who was accustomed to taking
orders from me didn't even hesitate. She had a beer and a Coke in the living
room in 15 seconds. She didn't say a word as she handed Brad his beer and me
my Coke.

We each took a long pull on our drinks and then I sat mine on the coffee table
and took Brad's from him and sat it beside mine. I was still standing in front
of Brad where he sat on the couch. I straddled his lap with one knee on each
side of his hips. I untied my shirt and unbottoned the buttons giving Brad an
up close look at my washboard abs and firm 38-C chest.

Brad couldn't resist. He licked and tongued my erect nipple, first on my left
breast, then on my right. He kissed and sucked and it felt marvelous. I broke
the moment briefly only to lift the T-shirt he was wearing up and over his
head. I tossed it on the floor. Next, I stood up and grasping both of Brads
shoulders, firmly pushed him so that he knew to lay on the couch.

I reached down and undid his belt and with one swift motion, pulled both his
pants and boxers off his hips. I was happy to see that he was well endowed
with an eight-inch shaft which was already hard. I couldn't help but lick my
lips.

I knelt beside the couch and took his shaft in my mouth while letting my left
hand roam over my breasts, pinching my nipples. My right hand was exploring my
own clit, massaging and fingering myself.

I could tell that he was nearing climax. I quickly mounted him and began to
constrict and release my vaginal muscles, a technique I had read about,
practiced and perfected. Soon I had milked him dry. Before he could fall
asleep, as I knew he would from past lovers, I stood and smoothed my skirt. I
held out a hand and said to Brad, "Thank you for a great evening, but I have
an early class tomorrow, so I really must ask you to go before I really get
crazy." He took the hint, pulling up his shorts and pants and putting his
T-shirt back on.

No sooner had I ushered him out the door, but I looked at Jane who was still
standing in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. She had been
rooted there watching our sex act without moving and probably only drawing the
mininimal amount of breath.

"Lay on the couch, Jane," I said. Without question, Jane went to the couch and
layed down. I straddled her face and said, "Jane, I want you to clean Brad's
cum from my pussy. Swallow it. Then we'll go shower together. Do you
understand?" There was a faint, "Yes, Mistress," from Jane, just as I had
taught her. I smiled as I lowered my clit to her face and waiting tongue.

That night, after our shower, I allowed Jane the luxury of exploring my body.
She lightly rubbed scented body oil on my back, butt and legs. When I rolled
over, she began with my feet and expertly worked her way up to my shoulders
and deltoids. Natureally I didn't protest when she lingered at my clit and
abs, her favorite body part.

"Tell me Jane, did you like Brad? Did you like the taste of his cum?" I asked.
"Yes, Mistress, I did," Jane answered. "Good, Jane, I'm glad. Perhaps we'll
have Brad over again," I said, and Jane, with her head nestled between my head
and shoulder, fell into a contented sleep. I nodded off with my left hand
cupping Jane's breast.

I knew that Jane and I were going to be exceptional roommates.