My Story  Part 16
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


Jeremy, Jane and I had spent spring break in the Palm Desert. We returned to
school tan, relaxed and with new purpose. Well, I did anyway. I threw myself
into my workouts and school work with little time for social activities.

One day about a week after returning, I got a call from Tami that the catsuit
I had wanted was ready. She was coming my way, so I didn't have to make a
special trip to Palm Desert. She came on a Friday night and would spend the
night, leaving Saturday. I was excited to see what she had made.

Friday arrived and Tami showed up around five o'clock. I opened the box she
carried and immediately loved what I saw. A snakeskin catsuit with a hidden
zipper in back, it was light in weight and sheer in appearance. I stood and
removed my blouse and jeans. I stepped into the suit and was amazed by the
stretchiness of the material. It hugged my body. "The material is a new
synthetic that's just come out," Tami said, "It's vertually indistructable." I
ran my hands over it. It was as if I had an extra skin. I flexed and it hugged
every curve, bulge and recess. "What do I owe you?" I asked. "Nothing,
Mistress, it was my pleasure and I'm so happy you like it," Tami said. "Like
it? I love it," I said, "But you must at least let me take you out to eat and
for a drink, then you'll spend the night." She consented and we cleaned up and
got ready to go out.

Jane was at Jeremy's so it was just Tami and I. It was a warm enough night.
Tami had on a lightweight sleeveless summer dress with stilletto heels. It
brought her up to about 5'-3" in height. I wore a calf skin leather mini with
a satin emerald green blouse and my stilletto's. I was around 6' or better
with the heels. I suppose we looked like an odd twosome. We ate and chatted.
She told me that she had bought her boutique with the inheritence from her
parent's estate. They had been killed in an auto accident while she had been
attending fashion design school. It was a bittersweet blessing, losing your
parents, but being able to instantly afford the dream of your life.

I told her that I, too, had lost my parents and that their passing had
afforded me to go to school while not having to work. I also mentioned that I
planned to change majors and get into helping battered women, but I didn't
mention the fact that that included seeking some sort of retribution on the
husbands for the damage they had done. Afterall, some things are left better
unsaid.

After dinner, we went to the bar for a drink. Naturally all eyes turned to us
when we walked in and I thought, 'Oh, God, not a replay of the night in Palm
Desert', I guess Tami thought the same as she turned and looked up at me as if
to say, 'Again?'

We continued our conversation and weren't harassed. A drink for each of us was
sent over to the table by a nice looking gentleman. Not really my type, but
Tami smiled back at him. She asked if I'd mind if she invited him over to the
table. I told her he wasn't my type, but she certainly could, which she did.
It turned out his name was Tim and he was in town from Pittsburgh. Here on
business of some sort. He was about 5'-6" and what you would call 'wiry' to be
nice. While I was included in the conversation, I could tell that Tim had Tami
in his sights. After our drinks, Tim asked if we wanted to come up to his room
at the hotel across the street. Tami wanted to and I felt like I was along to
make sure my friend didn't get into trouble, so I agreed.

We went to Tim's room and found it wasn't really a room at all, but rather a
suite. Seems the hotel had overbooked and when he arrived late, that was all
they had, so they gave it to him. His luck was still holding strong as he now
met a girl and had her in his room. "So, Tim, what's it like in Pittsburgh?"
Tami asked. "Cold winters and hot, humid, summers," Tim replied, "It's only
nice for maybe six weeks a year." "That doesn't sound like a great place to
live," I said, "Why don't you move?" "All my family is there and besides,
that's where my business is, so I'm financially tied to the city as well as
with the family," Tim said. "Do they have many gyms in Pittsburgh?" I asked.
"Well, they have some. I can tell you work out. I love girls with muscles,"
Tim said. I glanced at Tami and she just looked at me and shrugged.

"Yeah," I said, "I pump a lot of iron. I'm pretty strong, aren't I, Tami?"
"I've never seen anyone as strong as you Amanda, man or woman," she replied.
"Really?" Tim said. "Here, I'll show you," and knelt down. Holding my arms
out, I said, "Tim, sit on my right shoulder and Tami, you can sit on my left
shoulder." They did and I stood up effortlessly. They couldn't believe it. I
walked around the room and into the bedroom. I stopped in front of the
mirrored wardrobe and must say I was even impressed by my physical feats. I
sat them gently on the floor. And they took a seat on the bed.

I flexed while looking at myself in the mirror. Turning to look at my back and
flexing, I could feel the material tightening across the shoulders. Soon there
was the audible sound of material splitting. My chest had expanded and was now
popping buttons off the front of my blouse. Soon it was in shreds. "I'm sorry,
I got carried away. I really loved that blouse, but I love to show off my
muscles even more," I said to Tim and Tami. "Please, don't appologize, I love
looking at your muscles," Tami said. "I do too," Tim said, "Show us more."

I smiled. I unzipped my skirt and placed it on the nearby chair. Now, naked
except for my stilettos, I was impressed with what I saw. I hit some poses;
double bicep, tricep, quads, abs, lat spread, and finished by flexing my
trapezius muscles. "Do you have any lotion, Tim?" I asked. "Of course," he
said, "The bathroom is well stocked with all sorts of toilettries." "Well,
don't just sit there, get it," I said. Tami got off the bed once Tim had gone
in search of the lotion and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Isn't he cute?" she
asked. "Well, he does like muscles on women, that's a plus for him in my
book," I said as Tim came back.

"Since I'm naked, I think you should be also," I said. Tami didn't hesitate.
She stripped off her dress and folded it neatly on the chair with my skirt.
Tami is petite with what would be called 'perky' breasts and a trim body. Tim,
feeling a little awkward was still getting his shoes and socks off. "Don't
make me strip you down myself, Tim," I said trying to hurry things along. Tim
did pick up the pace and as he stood there in his boxers, I noticed his
erection. When he dropped his shorts, Tami and I were both pleasantly
surprised. He had a stiff 10-inch erection. Not quite to Jeremy's standard,
but certainly impressive for someone who stood about 5'-6". "That's a nice
cock, Tim," I said, and he blushed. "Thanks, once in a while when I get a hard
on, it's been an embarrasment to me," Tim said. "That's something to be proud
of," Tami said, "Not something to be embarrased about."

"Alright, Tim, this is what you've dreamt about," I said, "put some lotion in
your hand to warm it and then you may rub me with it. Start with my shoulders
and work your way down. Tami, dear, you may do the same but start from the
bottom and work your way up." The pair went to work as I had instructed. Both
of their hands were soft and soothing. It felt wonderful being pampered.

"Tim," I said, "While you're there at my tits, you might want to pay
particular attention to my aureole, they're very sensitive." He lightly
massaged them and I could feel my nipples stiffen. I closed my eyes and when I
opened them and looked down, I was amazed that my nipples were huge. They
looked to be an inch long and hard as a rock. "Suck them, Tim, make love to my
nipples," I said.

Tami had massaged her way up my legs, front and rear, and had now reached my
clit. I was already wet from Tim stimulating my tits. "Take me with your
tongue, Tami," I commanded, "make love to that clit." She did, boy, did she
ever. Once I came, I was exhausted.

Tami and Tim, however, were finding each other in the king size bed. I donned
one of the terry cloth robes from the bathroom and settled in on the couch. I
had dozed off, but woke about eight o'clock to find Tim had departed and Tami
still sleeping in the bed.

Tim had left a note, one for each of us. He had thanked Tami for such a
memorable night and told her if she was ever in Pittsburgh, to call him. He
had added his phone number.

My note read; 'To a true muscle goddess, I will always cherish the memory of
last night. You restored my appreciation for muscular women, although none
will ever measure up to you. If you are ever in Pittsburgh, be sure to call,'
and he left his number for me as well. How sweet.