Xena - My Story
By Love My Muscles



Xena of course is not my real name, but I'll use it because my boyfriend, Jack
(also not his real name) who has submitted to Diana's site before had
mentioned it in his stories. I'll say up front that I'm not the writer he is,
so if you have any comments, please email them to: covert.1@hotmail.com

I knew from an early age that I was a little different from the other girls in
my classes. I wasn't frilly and enjoyed doing things the boys did rather than
play with dolls and tea sets. My parents thought I'd outgrow that, but I never
did, I just got better at hiding my desires.

In high school I wore pants while the other girls in my class wore dresses,
trying to get away with who could push the limit and wear the shortest skirt.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, although I knew as a teen that I liked
boys and women. I was confused perhaps, but like I said, I became better at
hiding my desires and feelings.

I took gymnastics and track. I loved sports. I didn't excel, but I liked the
competitiveness and the physicality of the sports. That's when I noticed that
my body was changing. At home I was happy to throw the football around with my
dad rather than to be in the house with mom baking cookies.

Dance was never something I did, although my best friend Tanya was and
excellent dancer. She talked me in to going with her and her boyfriend to a
'girl-ask-guy' dance one Friday night. I asked Tommy, Tanya's brother, to be
my date for the dance. Tommy was a great looking guy and we had fun although I
felt like a fool on the dance floor the majority of the time.

After the dance, Rob (Tanya's boyfriend), Tommy and I went to the beach to
watch for grunion. Grunion, in case you're not from Southern California, are
fish, about eight or nine inches long that come ashore at night and buries
themselves in the sand to lay their eggs and then swim out with the outgoing
tide. This generally happens along some California coasts during a full moon.
OK, enough with the science lesson, anyway, the four of us are parked, waiting
for the first sighting of grunion. Rob and Tanya are in the front seat and
Tommy and I are in the rear.

Rob and Tanya are kissing and Rob's got his hands all over Tanya's sweater.
Tommy, looking a bit sheepish, nuzzled my neck. This felt good to me and soon
I felt his hand on my breast. Unlike my classmates, I didn't wear a bra. My
tits were small and I never felt the need to wear one. Tommy, either expecting
to feel a bra under my sweater or never having touched a girls boob before,
pulled his hand away quickly. I would have laughed had our lips not been
locked together.

"What's the matter," I asked him, "haven't you ever felt a tit before?" Even
in the dark interior of the car, I could see him blush. "Ah, I, err, just not
very experienced," he stammered. Tommy was only a year younger than Tanya and
I, surely he had seen his sister's chest a lot, I know I had and Tanya was
built like a movie star.

I picked up his hand and lifting my sweater, thrust his arm under so that his
hand was in contact with my breast. "There," I said, "that's my nipple. Feel
it, it's getting hard. It's no big deal, Tommy, it just feels really good."
"Hmm," he said quietly as he thumbed my nipple and ran a finger around my
areola.

"Would you like to suck it?" I asked. His eyes which had been semi-closed,
flew open and he stammered, "Wh-what?" "I asked if you wanted to suck my
tits," I repeated and kept an eye on the back of Tanya and Rob's head to see
if they were eavesdropping. Apparently they were busy engaged in something
else, because they neither commented nor turned around.

I lifted my sweater to expose my chest. Tits not as big as Tanya's but one's
that I was proud of none the less. I saw Tommy's eyes widen and then a strange
look came across his face, a look I couldn't read at the time. His mouth
opened as if he was going to say something, but no words came out.

I let go of the hem of my sweater with my right hand and rested it on Tommy's
thigh and was rewarded with a wetness on my palm. I looked down at the cum
stain on his jeans. I smiled and he looked away as if looking out the window
to see if anyone had sighted the grunion.

Tommy turned back towards me, a sad expression on his face. I pulled my
sweater down and leaned over and whispered in his ear, "That's OK, Tommy, I
won't say anything to your sister but we better go down to the shore so your
pants can dry out before she notices." He gave a weak smile and we got out of
the back seat and headed for the surf.

I splashed some water on the front of Tommy's jeans so that his 'accident'
wouldn't be noticeable.

This was my first sexual experience, if you could call it that, with a boy. I
had been exploring my own body for quite some time, ever since I had my first
menstrual episode.

True to my word, I never told Tanya about her brother's premature ejaculation.
For a while I thought I had done something wrong, but after considering that
for a while, I realized it was Tommy and not me. I was disappointed that he
didn't suck my tits though. I wanted to experience what that felt like.

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. After track practice one
evening, Emily Richards and I were still in the locker room. I had stayed
longer than usual because I wanted to use the weight room after the boys had
left. I had finished lifting and was at my locker slipping out of my shorts
and tank top getting ready for the shower when Emily came in. Her locker was
in the same row as mine and about ten-feet away. Emily was a high jumper and a
good one.

"Hey, Xena," Emily said, "you're here late." "Yeah," I said, "I wanted to use
the weight room and didn't want to be there with all the boys." She smiled and
said, "I know what you mean, all those sweaty boys and their dicks are a pain
in the ass," and she laughed at that. I smiled and said, "Yeah."

Now Emily is a tall, good looking brunette, with long legs and small breasts
like mine. I walked by her on the way to the shower room and she turned as I
drew close and said, "You're looking good, Xena," and her hand went to her
breast. I stopped and said, "Think so? I've been working on my legs, but I
can't tell if they're getting any more muscular," and slowly rubbed my quads
and the inside of my thighs.

Emily stepped across the bench that ran down the middle of the row of lockers.
She wrapped her arms around me and drew me to her body and kissed me full on
the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Our breasts were touching and I
felt a strange sensation in my pussy. She broke the kiss and then kissed my
neck, working her way down to my right breast. As soon as she tongued my
nipple, it became rock hard.

"Umm," she said as she sucked my nipple. While her mouth was engaged on my
breast, I ran my fingers along her firm butt and into her crack. She pulled
away and looked at me. She's about a half-foot taller than I, but the physical
dissimilarities didn't stop there. I have short blonde hair, broad shoulders
and a narrow waist and hips, while she was pretty much the same from shoulder
to hips.

I think she was deciding whether to continue when we heard footsteps
approaching. We quickly put our towels to our chest and saw that it was Ms.
Landon, the girls track coach. "Emily, Xena, you two are here late," she said
as she stopped in our aisle heading to the coach's office. "Yes, Ms. Landon,"
we said in unison. "Well, hurry it up, I've got to lock up in a few minutes,"
she said. "Yes, ma'am," we said, and went off to the shower stalls. With Ms.
Landon in the building we didn't dare resume the exploration of each other's
body.

We were nearly dressed when Ms. Landon came by again. "You two are doing well.
You'll both letter if you keep up the hard work," Ms. Landon said. "Thanks,"
Emily said.

We closed our lockers and Ms. Landon followed us out the door, locking it
behind her. "See you tomorrow," she said as she walked towards the teacher's
parking lot. "OK, Ms. Landon," I said, and Emily and I walked in the opposite
direction toward the front of the school. "Come by my house Saturday," I said.
Emily looked at me and I said, "Be there at six." "But what about ... " she
started to say when I cut her off. "Six," I said, "and don't be late," and
turned and walked away from her.

Six o'clock Saturday and my parents were out visiting some friends. I had been
working on homework for the last half-hour, when Emily knocked on the door.
She was wearing sandals, shorts and a tank top. I held the door for her and
with neither of us saying anything; she stepped into our living room. The door
snapped shut behind her.

I reached up and taking her face in my hands, pulled her mouth down to my
waiting lips. When I finished the kiss, I said, "Get undressed." "What, here,"
she asked. "Here, now," I said with emphasis, and stood with my hands on my
hips as if I were scolding a child. I had on a pair of cut-off jeans, T-shirt
and I was barefoot. She removed everything down to her bra and panties and
then stood there, hesitantly. "Everything," I said, forcefully. She slowly
complied.

Now naked in front of me, I looked at her body. She gave a slight shudder as I
ran a hand over the hair of her pubes. It felt soft and silky. I smiled up at
her and slipped my index finger into her pussy, followed by my middle finger.
I watched her eyes carefully as I ran the two fingers in and out with a slow,
even, motion. Withdrawing my fingers I touched them with the tip of my tongue,
tasting her juices. Our eyes never lost contact.

I removed my T-shirt and unsnapped and unzipped my shorts allowing them to
fall from my hips. Using the same two fingers, I inserted them into my wet
pussy and then withdrew them and held them up for Emily to taste. I didn't
think she'd taste my nectar, but she did.

"Get on your knees and lap my pussy, Emily," I said quietly. Again, I didn't
think she was going to comply, so I flexed a bicep. At this stage of my life,
my arms didn't have the definition they do now, but it was enough to snap
Emily out of her trance and have her kneel in front of me. This gave me a
sense of power and I liked that. With her hair entangled in my fingers, I held
her mouth against my pubes until the ecstasy of the moment passed with my
first climax at the hands, or in this case, face, of someone other than me.

Our living room carpet was wet, but I didn't care. I would think up something
to tell my parents but I really felt like telling them the truth; "Gee, mom,
dad, I rode my girlfriend's until I climaxed."

Emily was still on her knees but now she was looking up at me. I gave her a
smirk and asked, "Was that your first time eating pussy?" She nodded, and I
said, "Good, it won't be your last, now get dressed and get out of here."

Looking dejected, she stood and picked up her bra. She fastened it in front,
and then turned it around until the cups were beneath her breasts. She then
put her arms through the straps. Next she reached down for her bikini panties.
I grabbed them from her hand and held them under my nose. "I'll keep these as
a souvenir," I said, and tossed them back on the couch. She finished dressing
and said, "Xena, will you have me over again?" I looked at her and said,
"Maybe, when I want to come in your mouth, but if I do have you over again,
you're not to leave a mess on the floor, do you understand?" "Yes, Xena," she
said.

Emily left and I picked up her panties once more and smelt her musky scent. I
gathered my shorts and top and went to my bedroom and put my clothes away and
Emily's panties in my top bureau drawer where I had a couple pair of panties
that I occasionally wore. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the
bathroom. Mom and dad would be home soon.

In the weeks following, Emily kept looking at me with her big doe-like eyes,
while Tommy, Tanya's brother, barely looked in my direction. 'He really needs
to work on the premature ejaculation problem,' I thought. Emily went on to set
a school girls high jump record.

Over the summer I worked out harder than I ever had. I found a gym that was
open around the clock and would sometimes go twice a day. I ran on the
treadmill, occasionally setting it for an uphill grade just to strengthen my
legs and build some stamina.

By the beginning of my senior year, I started working at the gym at nights. I
found supplements that helped me develop my muscles. My mind set was to be
strong, defined, yet agile. There was no question about my confidence as I
walked into school that first day wearing, of all things, a sleeveless dress.
In actuality, with my large thighs, pants were getting increasingly harder to
find that fit. I wasn't enrolled for any sports this year, but I was scheduled
to be a teaching assistant to Ms. Landon. 'It should be an easy year', I
thought.

At noon that first day, I was drinking a protein drink when Emily stopped by
the low wall I was sitting on. "You look great, Xena," she said. "Thanks,
Emily," I said, "you look great too." Actually she looked like she had lost
weight, I thought, as I looked at her legs and arms. I think I could snap her
arms if I tried.

"Look, Emily, would you like to come by this weekend?" I asked. "Sure, Xena,
what time?" she asked. "Oh, make it early Saturday, the weather is still nice,
maybe we can lay by the pool a little while," I said. "Thank you," she said,
and hustled off before the bell rung.

I hit the books during the day and hit the gym at night. The owner didn't seem
to mind that I worked out while keeping an eye on the front desk. He was just
happy that I was dependable and that I knew a lot about exercise.

Saturday morning and Emily came with a beach bag that bulged with a towel and
a half dozen bottles of sunscreen, lip balm and moisturizer. I introduced
Emily to my mom and dad who were just leaving to visit another one of their
friends. "Don't get burnt," my mom said as she stepped through the front door.
"Be good and remember, Xena, no boys," my dad said, following mom. I turned
back to Emily and asked, "Are your parents as crazy as mine?" She smiled and
said, "Worse."

I led the way to the back yard and the pool. "Take this chaise lounge," I
said, indicating one by the shallow end, "I'll get another one." I padded to
the far side of the pool and picked up a lounge chair and carrying it over my
head, brought it to where Emily was spreading out her towel. She watched me
sit it down and said, "You've got to be the strongest girl at school." I
chuckled and said, "I'm the strongest boy or girl at school, and that includes
the teachers."

She slipped the cover up she had been wearing over her head and tossed it on a
nearby chair. She wore a turquoise bikini that made her look paler than she
already did. "You better put some sunscreen on," I said, looking at her
complexion.

I slipped out of my shorts and peeled the T-shirt over my head. "Oh, my God,
Xena," Emily gasped, "where did you get those muscles?" I put one leg in front
of the other and tightened my quads, watching them tense and explode. "These?"
I asked, and chuckled, "I've been working on them." "Are you going to put on a
suit?" she asked. "No, I usually lay out here without one, no one can see in
our back yard," I said.

It was true; we had a high block wall. My overall tan was in contrast to
Emily's pale complexion.

"Here, let me do that," I said as Emily began to apply sunscreen to her legs.
I took the tube of lotion and squeezed a little into the palm of my hand and
began to apply it to one of Emily's legs. I worked the lotion into her soft
skin very slowly with a little pressure.

"I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" I asked. "No, that's fine, Xena," Emily
said, "Just don't bruise me." I laughed and said, "I'll try and be careful,
but you're pretty soft." "Hey, who are you calling soft," Emily said. That's
what I liked about Emily; we could play with each other that way.

I finished her other leg and said, "Here, hit me in the abs," and held my arms
wide. "What? I'm not going to hit you," she said. "No, seriously, hit me in
the stomach," I said, "really. I just want to show you how soft you are." "I'm
not soft, but I'm not going to punch you in the stomach, Xena," Emily said.

"OK, softy, I was just trying to make a point," I said, "Now stand up and I'll
put some lotion on your back." She stood up and said, "Softy, huh, I'll show
you soft," and she hit me in the abs. I barely felt the blow, even without
tensing my abdominals. "Ow," she said as she massaged her fist. I smiled,
"See, proves my point, now turn around and I'll put this on your back." Rather
than turn around, she hit me again, and then a third time.

"OK, OK, killer," I said, "I won't call you soft any more, how's your hand?"
Now it was her turn to laugh, "It hurts," she said, "Your stomach is like
steel."

Good, I thought, all of my hours in the gym have paid off. I ran a hand from
my throat down my chest and across my abs to my clit. 'Warm granite', I
thought, 'that's what I feel like,' and began to flex. I brought my arms
across my chest tensing my abs, my trapezius muscle pumping. Emily's mouth
opened as she watched. I flexed my biceps with a double bicep pose and they
jumped. I then flexed my right bicep and Emily couldn't stand it any longer
and began to rub my muscular arm.

She made love to my muscles that day by the pool. I love Emily and I knew she
loved me.

That's how it began, 'My Story'. Let me know if you would like to hear more
about my life. For those of you out there who know me, I promise not to use
your names when I write about you or our exploits.

Take care and 'love my muscles' ... kisses!