The Alternative Life - Part 4
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a muscle goddess.


Amanda was sitting on her deck, enjoying a warm summers evening. She was a
little bored and looked at the moon and a couple of stars through her
telescope that was there. She panned down and looked at her neighbors houses,
one dark, one with lights on and the drapes drawn and one about a half mile
away that had the lights on and the drapes open. 'Typical Friday night above
Los Angeles', she thought.

Amanda was many things; muscle goddess, advocate of an alternate lifestyle,
brilliant engineer, but not a peeping tom. Tonight was an exception however.
She saw a woman, shapely, but not fat, with auburn hair, perhaps in her late
twenties or early thirties. She was naked and, Amanda was pleased to see,
clean shaven in her 'female area.' She was busy washing some dishes, drying
them and putting them away. Amanda had a clear view of the back of her house,
down canyon. Once the last dish was put away, the woman settled on the couch
to watch TV or a movie. She appeared to be alone.

Amanda watched for some time and found herself fondling her clit. She was also
naked and really didn't give a damn who knew it or if they saw her. In fact,
that excited her as much as the woman down canyon. Amanda's secret was that
she had a 'she-cock'. Not as large as some of the guys that she had been with,
but certainly not as small as some. In fact, in the past months, it seemed to
have grown, at least when it was erect.

Now, she was turned on by watching this woman, and felt her member stiffen.
She began to stroke herself until the woman got up, turned off the TV and went
to the bedroom. The woman went into the bathroom, which Amanda didn't have a
clear view of, then reappeared and climbed into bed and turned out the light.

'Well, that's the shits', Amanda thought, 'just when I was getting a rythem
going'. Her clit shrunk back to its normal size and Amanda put it back in her
vagina where it was hidden. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was
nearly 10:30. Well, maybe I should turn in as well.

The next morning, with cup of coffee in hand, she looked down at the house she
had been spying on the night before. The woman's bed was empty and made, but
there was movement in the kitchen once again. The woman came into view wearing
some sort of uniform. A flight attendant's uniform for one of the
international carrier's. Now that was interesting.

Amanda dressed in her jogging gear; spandex shorts and sports bra with her
Nike's. She stretched and admired her 6'-0" physique. She had a flat washboard
8-pack stomach, and muscled shoulders and arms. Her quads were sensational.
She could win any bodybuilding contest she would enter. She set off on her
jog. Her course taking her down canyon toward the woman's house.

Minutes later, she reached her destination. Amanda gave a quick scan of the
street, no one else on the street and no neighbors to speak of. She went
around the side of the house, through the gate and onto the rear deck. She
looked back and up at her house.

Amanda tried the slider and found it unlocked. She gently slid the glass
panel, half expecting to hear an alarm, but nothing. She looked at a key pad
by the front door, but it had a green light displayed for the alarm not being
set. 'Trusting woman', Amanda thought.

She casually walked through the house. Noticing the mantle, there was a
picture of the woman and a man. 'Husband or boyfriend'? Amanda thought. Which
ever, she had been alone last night. Amanda walked into the bedroom. Looking
in the walk-in closet, Amanda saw only women's clothing; skirts, uniforms,
blouses, sweaters, etc. She went to the dresser and carefully opened the
drawers, not wanting to disturb anything. One drawer was full of nothing but
underwear. Thong's, bikini, french cut, boy shorts, lacy, plain, solids and
patterned. There must have been 30 pair there. Another drawer was devoted to
bras. '36-C; how nice', Amanda thought, 'not as good as my 42 double D's, but
nice'. Pantyhose and slips were in yet another drawer. A fourth drawer was all
bathing suits. String bikinis, bikinis, standard two-pieces; with a variety of
solids and prints, this woman was a bathing suit diva.

Amanda withdrew a bikini. It was a tiger print in some Velour or soft fabric.
She peeled her sports bra off and her running shorts and slid the bikini on.
It fit perfectly. She admired her reflection in the mirror. She was stroking
the fabric and her fantastic abs and chest. She found herself getting aroused.
She withdrew her clit and stroked it to erection. Soon, she exploded and her
cum hit the mirror. Oh, that felt good.

She removed the bikini and repositioned her clit. Amanda put her shorts and
bra back on. She considered leaving her cum to dry on the mirror, but thought
that would be tacky and call undo attention that the house had been broken
into. Well, not really broken into, but entered. Anyway, she knew she was just
trying to rationalize what she was doing. She went to the bathroom and got a
tissue to clean the mirror.

She tossed the used tissue in the toilet and, lifting the lid, pulled her
shorts down and peed on top of the tissue. Flushing she thought, 'no muss, no
fuss.' Back in the bedroom, Amanda opened the nightstand and found two
vibrators, each a different size and a butt plug. 'So, this girl is getting
some action, even it is at her own hands,' Amanda thought. She smiled.

Amanda walked through the kitchen area and opened several of the drawers. She
found the 'junk drawer' that was a collector of 'odds and ends' in every
kitchen. There she located a check book. The name on the check was Jane
Meadows. No spouse listed. Maybe the picture on the mantle was a boyfriend
after all. She replaced the checkbook and closed the drawer.

She gave the place one last look over and exited the way she came in. She
thought, 'So, the woman lives alone, has a boyfriend or ex, is a 36-C and has
a pension for underwear and bathing suits.'

On her run back to her house, she was trying to come up with a plan on how to
meet Jane Meadows. This would take a little planning.

Amanda was not a stalker, but she always got what she wanted. She watched
Jane's house every evening after she got home from work. She didn't notice
anything until Tuesday night when she got home. There was Jane, doing some
house cleaning, this time wearing a halter top and shorts. Amanda had seen
these in her dresser drawer but didn't take particular note of them.

She was gone again on Saturday morning. 'So there was a pattern starting
here', Amanda thought. 'A pattern is good,' she figured she'd just have to see
when she got back on Tuesday.

The following Tuesday, Amanda called in to say that she'd work from home that
day. There was no problem with that. She could log onto the internet and log
into the company's network drive. It just took a few extra keystrokes. She
checked the woman's house every half hour through the telescope.

At 10 o'clock, Jane showed up. She quickly stripped out of her uniform and put
on a bikini. It was the tiger print that Amanda had worn when she snuck in.
She headed for the chaise on the deck. Amanda kept an eye on her for nearly
45-minutes. She had a nice base tan, not as good as Amanda's, but then again,
Amanda was a goddess.

Throwing caution to the wind, she put her jogging attire on and headed for
Jane's. Once there, she poured a little of her water over her shoulders and
ditched the water bottle in the shrubs. She rang the doorbell. Nothing. She
rang it a second time and heard footsteps. Jane opened the door. She had tied
a towel around her waist, but her nice 36-C breasts were snug in the bikini
top.

"I'm sorry to bother you," panted Amanda, "but I was jogging back home and ran
out of steam. Could I get a glass of water and maybe rest a moment?" "Oh, my,"
said Jane, "Come on in. I have a bottle of water in the fridge. Go on out on
the deck and I'll bring it to you." Amanda went through the open slider and
took a chaise near Jane's.

When Jane came out with the bottled water, Amanda thanked her and took a long
pull. "I feel like a fool," Amanda said, "this heat and then I ran out of
water, it was just too much. I'm only about a half mile up the canyon. Oh, I'm
Amanda," and extended her hand. "Hi, Jane," and gave Amanda a firm shake, "Why
don't you rest a few minutes, I'm sure you'll be tip top in no time."

Jane removed the towel from around her waist and laid it back down on her
chaise. 'She's a beauty, especially up close', thought Amanda. Jane lay down.
"Have you lived here long," Amanda asked. "No, not long, I got divorced a few
months ago and I'm looking for a house, so I'm just leasing this one," Jane
said, "what about you?" "I live there," Amanda said, pointing out her house,
"been there several years now. This is a great place to live if you like
seclusion." "Oh, I'm not around that much," Jane said, "I'm a flight
attendant, so I should have just gotten an apartment, but I'm pretty much a
loner." "I know what you mean. I live by myself and prefer it," Amanda said,
"You wouldn't mind if I throw this top in your dryer would you, I'm afraid
I've soaked it." "No, here, I'll put it in," Jane said, "but I don't have
anything that will fit you, what size are you, 42-D?" "Actually a good guess,"
Amanda said removing her halter top, "I'm a 42-DD." "Oh, I can see that now
without the top," Jane commented and went in to toss Amanda's top in the
dryer.

"You must work out a lot," Jane said when she returned. She had her own bottle
of water. "I do my share of running and lifting weights. I'm an engineer, so I
ride a desk all day and working out is one of my passions and a way to let off
stome steam," Amanda said. "Well, you're in great shape, you really look
good," Jane said. "Thanks," Amanda said, "some people are turned off by my
muscles, guys and gals, but the women are the most critical." "I shouldn't say
this," Jane confided, "but women can be the biggest bitches," and laughed.
Amanda laughed as well.

"Since you don't have any tan lines, I take it you spend time out on your
deck," Jane said. "Guilty," Amanda said, "just like you. But I like it without
anything on, would you mind?" "No," Jane said, "go right ahead." Amanda untied
her Nike's, stood and slipped off her shorts and lay back down.

"Don't you mind some perv seeing you," Jane asked. "No, not at all, we're
secluded enough here that there's rarely anyone around, and if they wanted to
watch me sun, so what," Amanda said. "I wish I was that brazen," Jane said.
"Now's your chance, Jane, come on, you've got a fantastic body, let's get rid
of those tan lines," Amanda said.

Jane stood and unfastened her bikini top, then stepped out of the bottom. She
sat back on the chaise facing Amanda, "It feels different," she said. "It's
called 'liberation', Jane," Amanda said, "you just feel free." They laid there
for a half hour, facing the sun. Then Amanda said, "I have to ask you, if you
were so reluctant to take off your suit, why do you shave your pussy?" Jane
not accustomed to hearing another woman talk about her pussy said, "That was
my husband's idea. It turned him on, he said, so I've just been doing it
instead of letting the hair grow back." Amanda appreciated the honest answer
and said, "Well, I think it's a turn on too, that's why I shave mine, that and
hygiene. Be careful not to get burnt though in the places that hasn't been
exposed to the sun."

"Maybe I should put a little lotion on them," Jane said. "I'll get it," Amanda
said, "I need to use the little girls room, where is it?" Jane gave her
direction to the bathroom and told her where the lotion was. Amanda watched
again as she peed in the toilet. There was a certain amount of satisfaction in
watching the stream hit the bowl. She flushed and was about ready to leave
when movement caught her eye. It was Jane watching from the door.

"I came in to see if you needed any help," Jane said, "but I have to ask you
now, are you a guy?" "No, God no," Amanda said, "I'm a woman, just like you,
but ... " And Jane held up her hand, "No, you're not like me, you have a
dick." "No, Jane," Amanda said, "it's not a dick, it's a clit. It's a big one,
but it is a clit, just like yours. Here, look," and held it for Jane to look
at. Jane reluctantly came forward and looked at Amanda's 'womanhood'. "Wow!"
Jane said. At the moment it was about 3-inches in length. "Does it bother
you," Jane asked. "Not at all, it gets bigger and the men and women I've been
with have had no complaints," Amanda said. "What do you mean it 'get's
bigger'?" Jane asked. "Just that," Amanda replied, "It gets hard, like a cock.
I call it my 'she-cock' and when its small or flacid, it fits nicely in my
vagina, see," and Amanda tucked it into her labia.

"So let me see if I understand," Jane said, "you're bi-sexual? You have a
vagina and a cock?" "I guess you could say that," Amanda said, "actually I'm a
transgender." "Wow!" Jane said again, "may I see your 'she-cock' again?"
Amanda unfolded it and it started to become erect. Jane reached out and
stroked it, undoubtedly as she had her husband's penis. "How big will it get,
Amanda?" Jane asked. "About 61/2-inches. Let's go into the bedroom, I'll show
you," Amanda replied.

They went to Jane's bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Take me, Jane,
make love to my womanhood," Amanda told her. Jane got down on her knees and
started to give Amanda a blow job. Amanda's cock became erect. "Come here,
Jane," Amanda said, "let's make love." Jane lay down and Amanda kissed her
passionately on the mouth darting her tongue in and out. She moved down and
nibbled on Janes breasts. Amanda then moved up so that her cock entered Jane.
They found a rythem and soon Amanda came as did Jane. They lay locked together
in each other's arms.

Amanda, the stronger of the two, rolled over, taking Jane with her so that she
was now on the bottom. "Do you love my muscles, Jane" Amanda asked. Jane began
to kiss and tongue Amanda's muscles. Amanda flexed her biceps and the massive
muscles jumped. Jane kissed them, dropping down to Amanda's huge breasts. "I
love your muscles, Amanda, especially your female cock. My husband couldn't
make love half as good as you," Jane said. Amanda smiled. That was probably
the best complement Jane could have paid her. Jane continued to kiss Amanda's
muscles, working her way down the sternum to the abs. She kissed each plate
that comprised Amanda's rock hard abs. Jane worked her way down to the navel
and lower to just above the labia. There she tongued Amanda's clit and it
responded. Soon Amanda was hard again.

Jane got to her knees and straddled the Amazon, inserting her cock once more.
She rode her and once again, the pair reached climax together. They lay spent
in each others arms. "You know, Jane, I should have my clit looked at by a
doctor. Do you have a local doctor you could recommend?" Amanda asked. "Sure,
Doctor Shapiro is my OB/GYN, she'd be happy to see you, I'm sure," Jane
replied, "I'll jot her number down when we're done here."

"When we're done here?" Amanda asked, "You mean you want more?" "Oh, no," Jane
said, "I don't want more, I need more." Jane knelt between Amanda's legs and
sucked the big woman's toes. She kissed her ankles and kneecaps. She playfully
bit the kneecaps then moved upward stroking Amanda's quads and kissing them.
Jane brushed her tits along Amanda's clit. She stopped and tongued Amanda's
navel.

Amanda couldn't take it any longer and again rolled the two of them so that
she was on top once more. She pinned Jane's wrists abover her head and
inserted her clit into Jane for yet another time. Amanda pistoned her hips and
came in a rush.

Exhausted, Amanda said, "I need to go home and shower and sleep. You wore me
out, Jane." "I need to do the same, but why don't you just spend the night.
Come on my 'Muscle Goddess', let's hit the shower," Jane said and gave
Amanda's clit a little pull.

The pairs showered together, watched the nightly news from the comfort of
Jane's bed and fell fast asleep.

Jane dreampt of making love to Amanda, worshipping her muscles and wondered if
she'd ever be pleased with the sex a man could provide again. Amanda, slept,
secure in the knowledge that she had introduced Jane to her 'alternative
lifestyle'. She didn't know if she and Jane would stay together or if so, for
how long, but she was content with her life at the moment.