Xena - My Story, Part 3
By Love My Muscles



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Once in a while we are put in situations that we didn't anticipate, and
occasionally we try something new. This episode deals with just this sort of
thing.

Courage is like a muscle.

We strengthen it with use.

Ruth Gordon

Jack had been working at a major law firm. He was due to take the bar exam. He
studied hard, worked out hard at the gym and stayed hard during our love
making sessions. But of course he had a great teacher for the working out and
love making, I thought with a smile.

Mark Davis, who, when drunk, had rammed my parents car killing them, had
pleaded guilty to manslaughter. I didn't attend the sentencing, but Jack had.
Jack said that Davis had appeared nervous and kept looking around the
courtroom, and even though it was cool within the court, Mark had beads of
sweat on his forehead. He had been sentenced to six years in prison, not near
enough in my mind, but we'd deal with Mr. Davis when he got out, I thought.

My high school graduation went off without a hitch. I walked down the aisle
with the rest of my class and accepted my diploma. Unfortunately, Jack was my
sole supporter in the audience and that made me sad that my parents could no
longer be here.

Jack and I planned a beach day the week following graduation. I invited Tanya
and Rob, Tanya's brother, Tommy and Emily, my track team member from junior
year. We met at Huntington State Beach, getting there early in order to
reserve a fire pit. This had been the first time I've had to wear a bikini in
almost a year. Usually Jack and I would lay by the backyard pool without
bathing suits.

Rob, Tanya and Tommy arrived. We talked and ran down to the water. The Pacific
was still a little cool, but we waded in and let the waves break near our
thighs, then the guys decided to dive in all the way. They were daring each
other to see who would go out the farthest.

As Tanya and I stood there, I asked her how things were going between her and
Rob. She said they were fine, both looking forward to going to college in the
fall. We were staring out at the boys. I lost sight of Tommy and Tanya must
have as well. Then off to our right, I saw him perhaps twenty yards from Rob
and Jack. 'Riptide', I thought and began to look around for the nearest
lifeguard station. It was over a hundred yards away in the opposite direction
that Tommy was being pulled. I took off in a sprint. "Get the lifeguard," I
called out to Tanya as I kicked up sand sprinting down the beach.

I wanted to get ahead of him. 'Hang on, Tommy,' I thought. I noticed that Jack
and Rob were nearly ashore as I sprinted by them. They followed where I was
heading and began to run. I entered the water and began stroking toward where
I would intersect Tommy, or at least thought I would. I could feel the pull of
the tide as I swam, but then it subsided. I reached Tommy and his eyes were
wide with fear.

"You're OK," I panted as I drew him into my chest. I rolled on my back keeping
Tommy as high in the water as possible and kicked with my legs in a not very
picturesque backstroke. We angled down the coast, but heading into shore. Once
I was close enough to stand, I reached under Tommy and carried him ashore. I
tilted his head to one side and began to gently apply pressure to his sternum.
I had never done CPR before and thankfully the lifeguard arrived just as Tommy
coughed up a quart of the Pacific's finest.

The next few minutes flew by. The lifeguard arrived, quickly followed by Jack,
Rob and a few strides behind, Tanya. The crowd gathered, and encircled us all.
Two more lifeguards arrived in a Jeep and pushed the crowd back. Two policemen
on ATV's pulled to a stop and surveyed the scene, talked to one of the
lifeguards and roared away on their machines.

Tommy was sitting on the sand now, trembling. The lifeguards withdrew to the
hood of the Jeep as the crowd began to drift away. One of the lifeguards
returned to us, clipboard in hand. He took name address and other information.
Tommy would now be a statistic on 'beach saves' by the Huntington Beach
lifeguards. We began walking back to where our fire pit was.

"I didn't think I was going to make it," Tommy said to me as we walked along,
"Thank you." "Yes, thank you," Tanya chimed in, "I don't know what I'd do if I
had to go home and tell our parents that Tommy drowned." "Well," I said, "that
didn't happen," and then turning to Tommy, said, "you're welcome, but I don't
want you to dwell on it. It's over."

By the time we got back to the fire pit, Emily was there sitting in a beach
chair. She stood up, her lithe frame and high-waist bikini accentuating her
blue eyes and blonde hair. 'Still the high jumpers body,' I thought as I
wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss, her tongue quickly darting
into my mouth before anyone could notice. She would make some girl at Oregon
happy.

Tanya was quick to tell Emily how I had saved Tommy's life and Emily gave me a
look that said, 'I'm proud of you.'

Jack and Rob got the fire going in the fire pit. We had had enough of swimming
and playing in the water. Emily headed off in the direction of the restroom.
Tanya and I got the condiments out of the ice chest for the hot dogs. Tommy
sat up the folding table. After four or five minutes, I looked in the
direction of the restroom and didn't see Emily walking back. "I'm going to the
bathroom," I told Tanya and headed to the small block building that housed
both a men's and women's restroom. There is a shower in front for the swimmers
to wash the salt water and sand from their bodies.

I walked into the women's facility and there was no one there. 'Odd,' I
thought, 'perhaps Emily went to the snack bar some distance away.' I walked
around the building to the men's side. I walked in and no one was there. I
continued around the building and as I passed the janitors door I heard
Emily's voice say, "No, please don't, stop!" I pulled on the door handle and
it was unlocked. I stepped into the small space and a man had his shorts
around his ankles, Emily in front of him on her knees, his hands with fistful
of her beautiful hair.

He hadn't heard me enter, so focused on Emily and his desires. I placed a hand
on his shoulder and spun him around. "Hey, what the hell," he said. I spun him
around so quick he let go of Emily, and hit his hip on the service sink in the
corner. I grabbed him around the throat and stole a quick glance at Emily.
"Are you OK," I asked her and she got to her feet and nodded. "Good," I said,
"wait for me outside." "Hey, man, what the hell are you doing," the man
protested. He was a little over six-foot tall and weighed in excess of
200-pounds.

Emily quickly opened the door and was gone. I now turned my attention to the
man I had hold of. "Hey, you're a girl," he said. I smiled and said softly,
"Yea, I am, and I'm going to kick your ass, bitch." He was struggling to break
my grip on his neck. He lashed out with his foot and kicked me in the shin. I
lifted him off the ground and pinned him against the wall. With my free hand I
balled my fist and hit him in gut. The air escaped his lungs and his breathing
stopped. I dropped him in the utility sink. The deep sink engulfed his butt,
his legs hanging over one edge of the cast iron sink.

He was now breathing shallowly and I moved my hand up holding his jaw firmly.
"I'm going to ride your face, asshole," and I let go of him and quickly
stepped out of my bikini bottoms. With a fistful of his hair, I turned my ass
to the sink and pulled his head between my thighs, burying his face in my
crotch. "Hmm," I said, "How do you like that, bitch? You wanted my girlfriend
to suck your pathetic cock, now it's your turn to suck mine." I tightened my
thighs and he began to beat his fists against my thighs. I laughed and said,
"Better save your strength, you're going to need it, now suck that clit." I
ground my pussy into his face. And then I noticed that he had gone limp.

I dismounted his face and checked his pulse. 'Still alive,' I thought. I
looked down at the man, his mouth open and slack. I drove a fist directly
down, shattering his jaw and breaking teeth, and then followed that blow with
another to his right eye.

'One more thing I need to do,' I thought, and grabbed his penis and scrotum in
one hand and squeezed. The unconscious man didn't let out a sound and
fortunately for him, he didn't feel the pain I inflicted.

I put my bikini bottom back on and slipped through the door, turning the lock
from the inside so that it was locked as I exited. Emily was waiting outside,
pacing back and forth. "Are you OK," I asked. She nodded, and then said, "You
got here just in time." "Luckily I heard you," I told her. "What about him,"
she asked indicating the utility room door. "Oh, he's not going to be hurting
anyone anytime soon," I said. "Did you kill him?" Emily asked. "No, just beat
him up pretty bad," I said and we walked back to the fire pit, me with an arm
around Emily's waist. "Thank you, Xena," she said and put her head against my
shoulder.

I knew Emily was not into men and I also knew she was in to me, but I had
Jack. I didn't want to make Jack upset or jealous, but I wanted to have sex
with Emily. When we reached the fire pit, I told Jack, "Emily is coming by
after the beach party." I'm not sure he fully understood at that time, but
nodded and said, "Sure, Xena, whatever you want," and stuck a hot dog on a
skewer for me.

We watched as the maintenance crew came to clean the restrooms and discovered
the man in the sink. The police were quick to respond, the same two that
showed up after I had pulled Tommy from the ocean. Paramedics and an ambulance
followed in short order. One of the officers approached our group and
questioned Jack. He told them that we hadn't seen or heard anything unusual.
The officer looked at each of us, his eyes lingering on me. We shook our heads
and he seemed to consider this and said, "Thanks anyway, give us a call if you
can think of anything later," and handed Jack a business card and walked back
in the direction of the restroom.

It was early evening and we packed up the food, beach chairs and folding
table. We left the excess wood for the next group to use the fire pit. We said
our good-byes in the parking lot and Jack and I drove home, Emily following in
her car.

"I need to shower and get this sand off of me," I said to Emily, "come with
me," and then to Jack, "do you want to come to?" He looked from me to Emily
and back, and then said, "No, why don't you two go ahead, I want to unload the
car first." That's what I love about Jack, he thinks of me before himself.
Emily and I entered my bathroom. I didn't bother shutting the door, if Jack
wanted to watch the two of us; he was welcomed to do so.

I turned to Emily and drew her against my body and kissed her hungrily, slowly
working my tongue around her mouth. We separated and then kissed once more.
This time when we parted, I unfastened her bathing suit top and allowed it to
fall to the floor. She did the same for me. I kissed the knap of her neck and
squatted in front of her and slid her bikini down those long athletic legs,
kissing her navel and then small button that was her clit. "Umm," I said, "You
taste salty," and she laughed. I stood up and said, "Now it's your turn."

Emily squatted and placed an index finger in the waistband of my bikini and
pulled it over my muscled thighs. I stepped out of the suit and stood with my
legs apart. Softly Emily said, "Your clit is huge, Xena, like your muscles." I
chuckled and said, "Then there's more for you to love," and she began to suck
and tongue my clit. I felt my clit getting erect. Emily noticed too and made a
soft mewing sound as she sucked.

Through half closed lids I saw Jack standing in our bedroom, naked, watching
us. I smiled and he smiled in return. Jack's manhood stood rigid in front of
him.

"Emily, you're making me so hot," I told her, and she looked up at me, never
releasing my clit. "I'm going to climax, sweetie," I said, "are you ready for
my love juices?" Emily nodded, and I unleashed a torrent of cum into her
mouth. "Ahh," I said, practically screaming. Emily stood slowly, licking her
lips.

As I held her in my arms, I ran a hand down her flat stomach and touched her
clit with my finger. She was moist and I inserted first one and then a second
finger into her pussy. "I want to try something, baby," I whispered in her
ear, and place my hands under her buttock and carried her to my bed. Jack
stepped aside and watched as I placed Emily on the bed and climbed between her
legs. "I'm going to pleasure you with my she-cock," I whispered in her ear,
and she smiled.

As I began to rhythmically pump, I felt my clit becoming engorged. It was far
smaller than Jack's cock, but I was able to drive it between Emily's labia.
"Oh, Xena," she cooed, "I love your she-cock, I love you to make love to me."
I smiled and thought, 'Of course you do, my pet.'

The feeling I felt was exhilarating. I wondered if this was how a man felt as
he made love to a woman. I climaxed quickly as did Emily. I lay there
momentarily to catch my breath then stood up and looked down at Emily.

I turned and looked at Jack, his erection standing proudly before him. I don't
know how, but his masculinity had grown since we met and his stamina had
increased as well. Turning back to Emily I said, "Pleasure my man, Emily." She
looked up at me, fear in her eyes. "I know, baby, but Jack will be gentle."

She knew better than to protest and Jack move slowly between her legs and
knelt where I had been. Slowly he positioned his manhood and gently entered
Emily. Her breathe caught, but within minutes her movement was matching his.
With a cry, Emily and Jack climaxed together. The pair lay there breathing
heavily.

"Is Jack your first man, Emily?" I asked. She nodded and smiled. "He is good,"
I said, "he pleases me, I hope it wasn't too painful." "It was fine," Emily
said. "Fine, just fine," Jack asked, and I laughed. Emily laughed also, and
then said, "No, I meant fine for my first experience with a man." "Oh," Jack
said, "I didn't know. I'm honored then."

Emily left for school in the weeks following the beach party. Jack took the
bar and passed it on his first try. I saw Tanya, Rob and Tommy occasionally
over the course of the summer, but I knew we'd soon go our own ways as we got
back to studying, tests and school.

I had college to look forward to and was eagerly anticipating meeting my new
classmates. 'I wonder if they'll think I'm some kind of freak', I thought as I
stood before my bedroom mirror naked, flexing my muscles, watching them dance.
I chuckled to myself, 'Who really cares what they think,' I thought, 'they all
just want to make love to these muscles,' and I began stroking my clit.

To be continued ...