My Story - Part 2
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


The guy was Jane's height, maybe a little taller. He was standing with his
back against a building, one foot on the building with his knee bent. I could
tell that he thought he was a bad ass.

"Hey, baby, where ya' going?", the guy said to Jane as she approached. Jane
and I were both on our way to school, but several blocks from campus and just
a block from our apartment. Jane had gone out the door earlier as she doesn't
take as much time getting ready as I do. I hung back to see what this guy was
up to.

Jane didn't say a word, but continued walking. 'Mr. Scumbag' fell into step
beside her. "I said, where are you going, baby?" he said. "Leave me alone"
Jane said, keeping her pace slow and steady. The guy reached out and grabbed
Jane's shoulder, spinning her around to face him. His face was no more than
two-inches from hers. "Look, honey, I just want to get to know you, to be your
friend" he said. His hand went to the back of Jane's head and held her in
place while he darted his tongue out to touch her lips.

'Oh, this guy is good' I thought from about 20-yards away. 'Mr. Scumbag' then
reached out with his free hand and stroked Jane's breast through her cotton
T-shirt. I could see that Jane was like a rabbit frozen in front of a
rattlesnake. 'Mr. Scumbag' could sense it too.

I began walking again, closing the distance between me, Jane and 'Mr.
Scumbag'. "Is there a problem here, Jane?" I asked as I got about a stride
away. 'Mr. Scumbags' head swiveled to see where the question came from but he
neither took his hand from the back of Jane's head nor off her breast.

"There's no problem here, sweetheart, why don't you just mind your own
business" the guy said to me. I smiled and stood in front of him, looking
slightly down at the jerk. "Right now you are my business, asshole, and I
suggest you take your hands off my friend" I said.

"Look, blondie, mind your own business. I'm just getting to know Jane here,
that's all" he said remembering that I had called Jane by name. That's when I
grabbed his wrist of the hand that was gropping Jane's breast. I twisted the
arm, spinning him around and bringing it up behind his back. "Unless you want
to have a broken arm or a dislocated shoulder, I suggest you head off back to
whatever rock you crawled out from under" I told him as I leaned close to his
ear. I pushed him away and gently took Jane by the shoulder and headed off
toward school.

"You'll be sorry, bitch. Just wait" he yelled as we walked away.

Later that afternoon, I met up with Jane at the student union. She was done
for the day, but I still had one more class. Normally she'd head home and have
dinner ready for me when I walked in the door, but she called and said she
wanted to meet at the student union.

"So, what's up?" I asked. "I'm a little nervous about walking home, Amanda",
Jane said, "you know, because of that guy." Jane is not the most
self-confident person and I could tell that she was scared at the thought of
walking the 5 or 6 blocks to our apartment. "OK, how about this, I'll ditch my
class. It's political science anyway, and I'll walk home with you, how about
that?" I asked. "That's great, Amanda, thanks" Jane said and gave me a big
'sappy' grin.

We walked from the campus and had gotten about three blocks when from out of
an alley 'Mr. Scumbag' appeared. This time he wasn't alone. He had a buddy
with him who was equally as repulsive but taller, maybe my height. Both were
now wearing matching black T-shirts looking like the hoodlums they were.
"That's her, Tim, that's the bitch that hit me," 'Mr. Scumbag' told his buddy.
"No problem, Tom, we just need to teach these bitches a lesson in manners,"
the taller one, Tim, said. At least now I knew their names.

"Hey, blondie," Tim, the taller one said, "you shouldn't hit my brother.
Didn't you learn any manners?" Tim's mistake was that as he approached me, he
brought his arm up as if to grab me by the bicep. Have I mentioned that I
don't like to be grabbed, especially by some two-bit punk? As he raised his
arm, I grabbed his wrist and with my right fist, broke his radius bone. Tim
let out a yell. I let go of his wrist and with a quick left jab, shattered a
few teeth. This sent him back into the alley, sputtering and spitting blood.

I turned and looked at the shorter guy, Tom and said, "You better help your
brother." Tom had that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look and wasn't moving, so I
went over and grabbing his ear, pulled up and guided him back into the alley.

The alley was nothing more than a walkway, really, perhaps 6-foot wide. The
four of us filled it up, especially with Tim doubled over bleeding at the
mouth and holding his injured forearm. "Look, Tim," I said, "I don't know what
Tom told you, but he was being abusive to my friend here. I only pulled him
off her because he was manhandling her."

"That's a lie!" Tom screamed. That's when he cocked his arm to throw a punch
at me. Unfortunately for him, he telegraphed his swing and I had ample time to
sidestep the punch. As he shifted his weight, I gave him a quick jab in the
ribs, breaking several.

Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going because he tried and uppercut
only to find me behind him with my arms encircling his shoulder and body. He
really was slow. I began to gently squeeze. I leaned in close to his ear and
whispered, "I'm having fun, Tom, are you? I'm going to break a few more ribs,
then we'll work on the rest of your body, what do you think?"

"Go screw yourself," Tom said. I smiled and was rewarded with three audible
snaps. Tom cried out. I released my hold on this guy and taking his left hand
in mine and bent his little finger back until it snapped. "Only nine more to
go, Tom, what's it going to be, are you going to settle down or do I break a
few more fingers?" I asked. Tom was turning pale and became more placid. I let
go of his hand and was immediately grasped from behind by Tim. He had
encircled my arms and was trying to squeeze me and break a rib or two just as
I had his brother, but he didn't have the strength to follow through.

I raised my arms as if he wasn't trying to hold them down and turned around to
face him. His mouth, still bloody and his broken arm made him look even more
pathetic than he did to begin with. I reached down to his crotch with my right
hand and squeezed his testicles. While I didn't hear them pop, I could tell by
the look on his face and the scream that he let out that he wouldn't be having
sex for quite some time if at all.

"Come on, Jane, let's get out of here, these two won't be bothering you again"
I said. We left, leaving the two bothers in the alley to deal with each other
and undoubtedly to get themselves to the emergency room.

Back at the apartment, I noticed that my clothes were bloodied. I stripped
down just inside the front door so that I wouldn't get blood on the carpet.
"I'll go get the shower running, Amanda," Jane said, "thank you for walking me
home and taking care of me." Then Jane walked over and gave me a kiss on the
mouth. I held her and slipped my tongue in her mouth.

We showered together and prepared dinner. I sat at our dinette, but before
Jane sat down, she excused herself and went into the bedroom returning afew
minutes later wearing a leopard print pair of bikini panties and nothing more.
I smiled and pulled the over-sized T-shirt I was wearing over my head. Without
saying a word, we padded off to the bedroom, our pasta forgotten.

We made love and stroked each others bodies till we fell asleep.