Donna -  chapter two
By Rambler
The visit to the Athletic Ladies Social Club

For the next week my mind was constantly on Donna. She was in my every 
thought. I found it difficult to do the most menial tasks without the 
thought of her crossing my mind. I desperately wanted to call her, and 
after a few more days, decided to do so. It had been almost ten days. 

My family was out running errands, and I picked up the phone and dialed 
her number. I hadn't forgotten it, for it was engrained in my mind. The 
phone rang, and she answered, "Hello?" 

"I-is Donna there?" I said nervously. 

"This is Donna---Larry, is that you?" She recognized my voice! 

"Yes," I answered. "How are you?" 

"Oh, just fine, I guess. Haven't heard from you in a while." she said. 

"Well, I've been a little busy," I lied. 

"Doing what?" she asked, coyly. 

"You know," I continued, "the usual stuff." 

There was silence. I couldn't think of anything to say. I thought I 
detected a little note of dissatisfaction in her tone. She wasn't 
helping me with this conversation, and I was starting to get a little 
embarrassed. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn't be doing 
this. I decided to press on and see what happens. 

"I'd like to know if you'd like to get together with me sometime soon," 
I said. 

"Sure!" she said. "What did you have in mind?"  She sounded a bit more 
enthusiastic. 

"Well," I continued, "I thought if you could think of a few things you'd 
like to do, I'll do the same, and maybe we could settle on something." 

"Sounds good to me!" she replied. "Did you have anything in particular 
in mind?" she asked. I did, but I thought it was too early in our 
relationship to mention it. 

"Well, no," I said. "How about you?" I asked. 

"I know of this nice little place," she said. "It's a private club. They 
have a dance floor, a dee-jay, and they serve drinks and snacks. You can 
also order out sandwiches and pizza. It's really nice," she continued. 
"I think you'll like it." 

Did she say dance? I hadn't danced in what seemed like a million years, 
and I was never very good at it. But the thought of holding this 
beautiful, powerful lady in my arms was too much for my brain. 

"That sounds nice to me." I answered. "But I have to tell you that I'm 
not much of a dancer." 

"Well, that's okay," she said. "We don't get into doing any fancy steps. 
But you'll see what I mean." 

"Where is it?" I asked. 

"It's downtown," she answered. 

"Hmm! I'm not crazy about going downtown, " I said. "It can get a little 
dangerous." 

I don't know why I was worried. Certainly nobody in their right mind 
would try anything with her if they took one good look. 

"Don't worry, Larry," she assured me. "The security is good. There's 
private parking, and the entrance to the club is right in the parking 
lot. Believe me, it's safe. I go there all the time." 

"Alright, if you say so." I said. 

"Listen," she said. "I hate to say this, but they don't exactly allow 
tee shirts and jeans there." 

"Well, you tell me what to wear," I said. 

"If you could wear a sport jacket, and maybe a tie," she said. "But 
you'd be able to take off your tie and jacket after a while," she said. 
"I'll be wearing a dress........" 

Just the  thought of seeing her in a dress put my head in a spin. This 
was sounding like it was going to be a night to remember.  

"Great!" I said. "What time do you want me to pick you up?" I asked. 

"How's eight o'clock sound?" she asked. 

"I'll be there! Your wish is my command!" I joked. 

"Terrific!" she said. "See you then!" 

"Yes, ma'am!" I answered. 

We hung up, and my heart was all aflutter. She'd be wearing a dress, and 
I'd get to hold her! For the next few days all I could think about was 
how she would look and what it would be like to dance with her. When I 
was alone at home I tried to brush up on my dancing, but it was useless. 
I knew that I would have to make do the best I could. 

I felt like I was eighteen again, and that was a long time ago, believe 
me! 

My family announced that they would be going down to the seashore that 
weekend to visit relatives. They had done this many times before, and I 
usually stayed home, watched TV, or did some work on the old Rambler. No 
one had the least inkling of what I had planned for Saturday night. 

When the day finally came, I was nervous. I had previously and secretly 
planned what I was going to wear. After my family left for the seashore, 
it was time to get ready for my big evening. I showered,  shaved, and 
dressed very carefully. Now, I'm not the best dresser in the world, to 
say the least, but I took great pains to make sure that I looked as good 
as possible for me. I gave myself plenty of time to make sure I arrived 
promply. On the way I spotted the same streetcorner flower vendor as 
before, and bought Donna some flowers. I arrived promptly at eight, 
feeling proud of myself that I was punctual. 

I rang her bell. "Come on up, Larry. The door's open." she announced 
through the speaker phone. I opened the door, climbed the stairs, and 
knocked on her door. She opened it, and I stared in amazement at her. 
She looked positively devastating in her dress. I could feel my heart 
pounding furiously, and the blood rushed to my head  and turned my ears 
beet red. 

"Y--you look lovely!" I stammered. She had on a red dress, my favorite 
color. It had a halter top tied around her neck. It came down in two 
wide bands that completely covered her small but nicely shaped breasts. 
I could just make out the deep vertical line that ran down between her 
large chest muscles. Her massive shoulders, arms, and back were 
completely uncovered. The dress hugged her waist tightly and then 
flaired loosely around her hips. The pleated skirt was short, about 
halfway between the tops of her thighs and her knees. She had on the 
same pair of black high heels  she had worn when she posed for me, and 
she looked down slightly at me. Her muscles were toned and sharp, but to 
me she was the most feminine being I had ever seen! 

"Well, don't you look nice!" she said. I handed her the flowers. 

"Oohh! Thank you!" she said, enthusiastically. "Let me put these in some 
water." 

She turned and went to get a vase. I watched in awe as she moved 
gracefully. Her body was a symphony of grace and muscle! I was still 
speechless. She whirled around and showed me her dress. 

"You like?" she asked. 

"Donna, you look--" I was stammering. "You're devastating!" was the only 
thing that came to mind. But there was no words to decribe how she 
looked to me. 

She grabbed her small bag and put a short red jacket around her 
shoulders that tied in the front. It matched her dress. 

"Ready?" she asked. 

"Let's go!" I answered. She put her left arm in my right arm and led me 
down the stairway. Once outside, I turned to go to my car, but she 
pointed me towards hers. 

"Let's use mine," she said, "so you can drive something decent!" We both 
laughed! 

She handed me the keys, and I unlocked her door and opened it. She got 
in, and as I walked around the other side, I could see her slide over 
and open my door. When I got in she was sitting right next to me. I 
could feel her shoulder just touching mine. She looked at me and smiled 
and seemed to be sending me some sort of message with her eyes. I looked 
down. Her skirt was pulled high above her knees, revealing her massive 
thighs. She had her legs crossed below her knees, and her high heels 
made her large calves jut out beautifully. I wanted to put my hand on 
her leg, but I thought better of it. I gripped the steering wheel 
tightly to hold myself back. We made small talk on the way to the club. 
Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be hanging on my every 
word. She flashed her gorgeous eyes at me continually, and I could feel 
the warmth of her fantastic body, even through my jacket. That, along 
with her perfume, was totally intoxicating! 

When we arrived at the club, she told me where to park. We were greeted 
by George, the attendant, and he knew Donna. We got out of the car, I 
gave him the keys, and he assured me that he would take good care of it. 
We walked over to a door with a small white light above it. On the door 
in small letters was "alsc private."  Donna knocked on the door. It 
swung open, and there stood a large black man. 

"Hi, Anthony!" greeted Donna. 

"Hello, Donna." he said. "Nice to see you again." 

"Anthony, this is my friend Larry," she said. 

We shook hands, and he led us inside. As we entered the room I took a 
look around. It was a small night club. In the center was a small dance 
floor. Along the walls surrounding the the club were semi-circular 
booths with softly padded seats. They looked like they could seat four 
people. The rest of the floor area was dotted with tables for two. On 
each booth and table was a small candle. The candles that were lit 
indicated an occupied table or booth. Anthony led us to a table and lit 
the candle. 

"Enjoy yourselves, you two," he said. "Donna, get this man something to 
drink," he said. 

As we sat down across from each other, she removed her jacket. I stared 
momentarily at her lovely shoulders and arms. She caught my eye, and 
reached over and took my right hand in her left. 

"What would you like to drink, Larry?" she asked. 

"I don't know," I answered. "What are you having?" 

"How about some wine?" she suggested. 

"That would be just fine," I answered, matter-of-factly. 

"I'll be right back." she said. With that she got up and went over to 
the far corner of the club. It was the bar. As she walked I watched her 
skirt sway gently with each step. 

"Positively devastating!" I whispered to myself. She had stopped to talk 
to some couples on the dance floor. It was then that I noticed something 
different about this place. All of the ladies seemed to be taller than 
their male dancing partners. I especially noticed one couple in 
particular. She looked to be almost 6 and a half feet tall, while he 
looked to be  a little taller than me. As they danced, his head was 
snuggled in her bosom. They appeared to be very comfortable together. I 
saw Donna talking to one of the couples and nodding her head towards me. 
As I looked around the dance floor, all of the couples seemed to be 
looking my way. I felt as if I was in a goldfish bowl, and I wished for 
Donna to return quickly with our drinks. She took her time, stopping to 
talk with her friends on the way back. I was getting fidgety. 

When she returned, she handed me my drink and sat down across from me. I 
couldn't take my eyes of her. 

"Well," she said, "what do you think of this place?" 

"I'm not sure," I answered. " Maybe you'd better tell me more about it." 

"You saw the letters on the door," she said. "ALSC stands for Athletic 
Ladies Social Club. It's a private social club. As you can see," she 
continued, "all of the women are bigger than the men." 

"Sort of like you and me," I joked. 

"That's the point," she continued. "Look at Kathy and Bill out there, 
the real tall girl with the guy about your size. If they went out to a 
normal place, what do you think people would say?" she asked. 

"They'd probably make fun of them, especially him," I answered. "And 
that's a shame." 

"Exactly," she said. "So they can come here where everybody thinks the 
same and enjoy themselves." 

"How did this place get started?" I asked. 

"A number of years ago, some ladies from a basketball team started the 
place. A few of them had boyfriends who were shorter then they were, and 
they were tired of the constant harrassing by other people when they 
went out together. So they pooled some money and bought this place. They 
fixed it up and, well, here we are!" she finished. 

"That's interesting," I said. "Do you get many gay people in here?" I 
asked. 

"Once in a while, but we try and stay away from that. We'd rather see 
this as a heterosexual place, for tall women and their shorter men. 
Don't get me wrong," she said. "I'm not against gays, but this club is 
here for a particular reason. It's also nice because we don't get any 
riff-raff in here." 

"So you pay a membership fee?" I asked. 

"Yes," she added. "It's not cheap, but it's well worth it. It's a place 
I can go to and relax and enjoy myself." 

"Do you ever come here by yourself?" I asked. 

"Sometimes," she added. "I'll meet a friend here and we'll just unwind 
with a couple of drinks." 

"Male or female?" I asked. 

"Doesn't matter," she said. "It's nice to unwind with a friend." 

She grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. I winced slightly, and 
she said, "Come on, Larry. Dance with me!" 

I felt myself start to tremble slightly. I was actually going to get to 
hold this lovely lady in my arms! Or maybe it was the other way around, 
looking at her. We stood up and I nervously walked out to the dance 
floor with her, hand in hand. 

Out on the floor, we faced each other. I was trembling! I carefully put 
my right  hand around her waist. She put her left arm around my neck, 
resting her hand on my left shoulder. I took her right hand in my left, 
but she took it and placed it around her waist at the very top of her 
shapely derriere. Then she took her right arm and placed it around my 
neck intertwining it with her other arm. My head was locked between her 
two massive arms! She stepped closer to me and placed her cheek on mine 
then moved her body closer and gently touched mine. Her high heels 
caused me to rest my chin gently on her massive shoulder.  I started to 
take a step, and almost fell. She steadied me and said, almost in a 
whisper, "Relax, Larry. Easy does it" We just swayed to the music. Our 
feet hardly moved. I felt completely engulfed in her arms and her body. 
It was almost as if I had reentered the womb. She was wonderfully warm, 
and her perfume intoxicated me. And my manhood stiffened completely! 

When the music stopped, we stood there holding each other for a few 
seconds. Then, like clockwork, we both let go at the same time. I looked 
in her eyes, and she smiled. 

"See, it wasn't so bad, was it," she said. 

"No," I said. "It was very nice," completely understating my thoughts. 

The music started once again. 

"Again?" she asked. 

I nodded, and we were quickly in the same embrace. As we rocked slowly 
back and forth, some of her friends who were also dancing greeted her. 
She introduced me to them, telling them that I was the person "who 
helped fix my car." There were various comments like, "So you're the 
expert," and " so this is Larry!" They seemed very nice, and of course, 
I had to look up to all of the women. At the end of the song, we went 
back to our table. 

"Just what did you tell these people?" I asked her as we sat down. 

She looked a little embarrassed. "Just that I had met you and that we 
were coming here tonight," she said, shyly. She reached over and took my 
hand in hers. I could feel the calluses on it, obviously from lifting 
all of those weights, but it felt soft and very warm at the same time. A 
lovely paradox! 

"Ladies choice!!" I heard the dee jay bellow through the mike. I looked 
at her, and she had this mischevious look on her face. Suddenly I felt 
this hand on my shoulder. A voice behind me said, "Would you like to 
dance, Larry?" I turned around and looked up....and up, and up...It was 
Kathy, the basketball player. I quickly looked at Donna. Her hand was 
covering her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter.  I looked down 
at the table and muttered, "Oh my God!" 

I stood up, looked up at Kathy and said emphatically, "Why,yes, I'd love 
to!!" I took her hand and we went out to the dance floor.  Donna got up 
and was dancing with Bill. I looked over at them, and they were having a 
good laugh. I wanted to say something to Kathy, but she pulled my head 
to her bosom and held it there. We swayed gently to the music, my head 
in her warm chest. It was a lovely feeling, but I realized that I'd much 
rather be with Donna. When the music was over, I thanked her for the 
dance and went over and caught Donna as she and Bill were leaving the 
dance floor. The music started again, and I grabbed her hand. "I'd like 
to dance with you, young lady" I said, sternly. 

I led her to the dance floor, and we embraced in our own dance hold, but 
this time I looked directly up in her eyes. 

"Having fun with me again, eh?" I asked, jokingly. "Didn't you have 
enough of this with me at Bob's?" I said, trying to make her remember 
the very first time we met and all the embarrassament she caused me. 

"I'm sorry," she confessed, "but come on, Larr, don't tell me you didn't 
enjoy your little dance with her!" 

"It was very nice, indeed," I said, "but I'd much rather be with you, 
Donna!" 

"Good!" she said. She pressed her cheek to mine, and I could feel her 
pulling me closer to her. Her thighs were just touching mine!  As we 
swayed back and forth to the music, she began to hum in my ear. She had 
a lovely voice, and I started to hum in harmony to the music. She looked 
at me and said, very softly," Where did you learn to do that?" 

"I used to play the trumpet in a band, and I learned to harmonize," I 
answered. 

"Larry, it sounds lovely," she said. And she pressed her cheek to mine. 

" Gee," I whispered to her, "I'm usually a little flat." 

She looked at me and we both began to laugh.  It must have sounded 
funny, because now we both began to laugh hysterically! Her friends were 
giving us strange looks. We calmed down. 

"You're a real clown, Larry!" she whispered, as she pulled me closer to 
her. 

When the music finished, we went back to our table and sat down. She 
reached across the table, and I gave her my hand. 
 
"Gee," I said, "it's nice to be in a club that's not filled with smoke." 

"It's not allowed in here," said Donna. "Besides, you don't think any of 
these women smoke, do you?" 

"I'm sure they don't," I answered, "but I can remember when everybody 
smoked." 

"Even you?" she asked. 

"Even me," I said. "But I quit, like most of my friends." 

"Was it hard to do?" she asked. 

"Well," I said slowly, "I really had no choice in the matter." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"It was something I had to do and do immediately," I answered. 

"Did you get sick, or something?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I did," I confessed. 

"Well, what happened?" she questioned. 

" I had a mild heart attack a few years ago," I said. "And that was the 
end of cigarettes!" 

She looked at me in complete surprise. "Oh, my God....Oh, Larry!.. I'm 
sorry!" she said. 

"Are you alright now?" she asked. 

"I'm just fine!" I told her. 

"If I'd have known I would have never had you lift those weights at my 
place when I posed for you!" she said, with a note of apology in her 
voice. "I feel terrible!" 

"It's okay," I said. "I would't have done it if I didn't think I could. 
Believe me, I know my limits, and I know when to quit!" 

"But how do you feel now?" she asked. 

"To be perfectly honest with you," I continued, "it's like it never 
happened. I don't smoke, I take a little medication, watch what I eat, 
and exercise on a treadmill. Let me tell you something, Donna. My 
heart's been pounding away ever since you opened your door tonight. But 
it feels great and will probably go on pounding all night, as long as 
you're here. So don't worry, I promise not to drop dead on you 
tonight!!" I joked. 

"Okay", she sighed. "You really had me scared there, Larry! Hey, if you 
think you're up to it, would you like to dance with me?" she said, 
jokingly. 

"Well, I don't know. Let me see if my heart's up to it!" I said. She 
grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. 

We embraced in our own way on the dance floor. I could feel her pulling 
me just a little closer than before. I turned my head and rested it 
gently on her right arm. She flexed it slightly. My lips were just 
touching it, and I wanted to kiss it. She flexed it more, and it was 
hard and hot. She began humming softly in my ear, and I harmonized. I 
was completely engulfed in her massive female muscularity and her 
beautiful feminine voice. She turned her head towards mine and tilted it 
slightly. I was looking directly up into her eyes, and she down to mine. 
Her face was close to mine. 

"Do you think by brakes will be okay?" she whispered. Her face moved 
closer. I could feel her hot breath on my face. 

"I --I--think so," I whispered, stammering. "I--if  you're careful." 

And then I felt her lips just brush mine as I spoke. They were soft and 
very warm. 

"I-I'll try to be." She was stammering, and her lips were just grazing 
mine. It was a spectacular feeling, talking and our lips just touching  
as we did. Our eyes were locked together. It was as if  we were in a 
trance. I started to whisper. I didn't know what I was saying. I talked 
very slowly and deliberately, as if I was intoxicated. She was answering 
me, whispering very slowly and deliberately. I wanted to kiss her, but I 
was afraid. Suddenly, our lips puckered and we kissed a short, very 
soft, very warm, lovely kiss, the kind you think of when you think of a 
first kiss with someone very special. I started to whisper again, not 
knowing what I was saying, all the while just touching her lips. She 
responded in the same way. We were whispering just to feel our lips 
touch. We kissed again, a short, lovely kiss, just as before. All the 
while our eyes were locked to each other. It was the most fantastic 
feeling I'd ever had with a woman!  And then the music ended. 

"Isn't that sweet!" I heard someone blurt out, loudly. I looked around, 
and we were surrounded be some of her friends. 

"Aren't they cute?" someone else said. 

"How do you do that?" asked another voice. 

"Can you teach it to us?" came another question. 

Donna and I looked at each other. We were totally embarrassed. And 
everyone around us was laughing. 

"Come on, you guys," someone said. "You've got to show us how it's 
done!!" 

"Please!" said another. "It looks like fun. And so romantic!!" 

"Okay, okay," I said. "Let me see if I can explain this." 

"First," I said, "you have to whisper," I said whispering. "And you have 
to be with someone you really like," I continued in a whisper. 

Donna continued, "Then you move close to your partner and lightly touch 
your lips together, like this," she said. And she was just touching my 
lips as she spoke. 

They all began to try it. 

"Kathy, I can't reach you all the way up there," said Bill. Kathy leaned 
down and they tried it. 

"Ow! Don't bite my lip, just touch it," said someone. 

"Are you guys getting the hang of it?" asked Donna. 

"Yeah, it's really neat!" said one of the girls. 

"What do you call it?" asked another. 

"It's talking and touching your lips at the same time," someone said. 

"Larry and Donna started it," offered one of the men. 

"We have to have a name for it," said another. 

"Larry and Donna, and it's almost like kissing," said Kathy. 

Donna and I looked at each other. We must have been on the same 
wavelength, for we blurted out at the same time, "Lissing!!" 

"That's what we'll call it," she said.  "Lissing!" 

"Okay!" someone said, as the music started. "Everybody! Let's liss!!" 

Donna and I looked at each other. We couldn't do it, for we were 
laughing. 

"What did we start?" I asked, in a normal tone. 

"You started it, Larry, not me!" she protested. 

"But I couldn't have done it without you, Donna!" I said. "You have to 
take some of the blame." 

"No thanks, Larry. This was your doing!" she said, laughing. 

Just then a couple passed by, and they were lissing. They appeared to be 
completely engulfed in each other, kissing and whispering lightly. 

"Do you think they like it?" Donna asked. 

"Looks that way!" I answered. 

She put her face to mine. "Talk to me," she whispered. "Let's liss." 

We danced and lissed, just whispering and kissing ever so lightly. It 
was such a wonderful feeling that I didn't ever want it to stop. I wish 
I would have thought of this when I was a teenager. How much more 
romantic my life would have been!! 

At the end of the song, Donna and I went back to our table. 

"Let's move to a booth," she said. "It's cozier there!" 

We moved our drinks and candle over to a booth, and I removed my jacket 
and tie . We slid in and sat next to each other. I could feel the warmth 
of her body. She took my hand, clasped it and put it down next to her 
thigh. It was wonderfully hot! We talked very quietly for the next few 
minutes, our eyes locked in a mesmerizing gaze. She would ask me a 
question, and I would try to answer it. I usually could, and if I 
couldn't, I was able to come up with some other pertinent information. 
She seemed amazed that I was able to do this, but to me it was no big 
deal. I enjoyed it. But her eyes were driving me crazy. 

Finally, I said, "Dance with me, Donna!" 

She smiled, got up, and we went to the  dance floor. We held each other 
in our usual embrace, except now she had placed her left hand around my 
waist, and I could feel her pulling me toward her ever so slightly. My 
head was between her cheek and her arm. I gently put my head on her arm, 
and she flexed her bicep slightly, as she had done before. But this time 
I kissed it lightly. She flexed completely. It was huge and hard as 
steel. Without warning I whispered, "You're beautiful!" 

"Oh my God", I thought. I was totally embarrassed. "Why did I say that! 
You just made a complete fool of yourself, dummy!" 

"No I'm not," she whispered in my face. Our lips touched again. "But 
it's very nice of you to say it," she continued. 

"Well, I really think you are," I whispered. " I guess I shouldn't have 
said that," I said, 

"But it just came out. I really couldn't help it, Donna. If I 
embarrassed you, please accept my apology. I feel like such a fool!" 

"No apology need," she said. "Ladies like to be told that, you know. 
Even when they know it's not true." 

"But it is," I protested. "And you know it!" 

"No, Larry, it's".... 

"Yes it is!" I interrupted. "Just look at you! You look fantastic! Don't 
tell me you don't!" 

"Well, guys don't like the way I look," she answered. "They think 
there's something wrong with me." 

"Wrong with you!" I answered. "Like what?" 

"They think there's something wrong with my genes, or something" she 
said. "Girls aren't supposed to have big muscles like these" 

"But it's okay for guys to have small muscles. They're stupid!" I said. 

"But you're genes? I don't think so!" I continued. "Maybe they ought to 
have their genes checked.  Donna,  there's  certainly nothing wrong with 
yours. Just look at you. Every muscle is shaped perfectly. And look how 
big they are. They're huge!  No Donna, you are perfection, indeed!" I 
finished. 

"Well....maybe...." she began. 

"No maybe's about it," I told her. "You know it's true. I know you look 
in the mirror all the time, don't you? And I'm sure you love what you 
see, don't you?" 

"I guess...so..." she answered, hesitantly. 

"You know you do," I said. "And I think you're beautiful. And you do, 
too!" 

"Okay, Larry," she said. "But tell me something. Do I intimidate you?" 
she asked shyly. 

"Intimidate me?" I asked. "Absolutely!!" 

"I do?" she questioned. "But I don't mean to..." 

"Yes you do!" I said. "Tell me, you don't do all of that work for 
nothing, do you? You do it because you want to look this way. So people 
will think when they see you, 'Wow! Look at the muscles on her! Better 
not mess with her!  She'd break you into little pieces without even 
thinking about it!' Just so you can intimidate them!" 

I could tell she was getting a little upset. And maybe a little 
confused. 

"That's not true, Larry!" she said. "I do it because I like to! I enjoy 
it, believe it or not." 

"I'm sure you do, Donna, " I continued. "But I'm sure you like to look 
at yourself and say, 'Look at me! Look at my muscles. Nobody will mess 
with me!'" 

"No, I don't!" she protested. " I don't mean to intimidate anybody, 
especially you!" 

"Well, I think you do," I said. "But it doesn't bother me that you 
intimidate me. I know that you're very strong, Donna, but I don't think 
you'd hurt a flea, would you? And to me you're beautiful. You're the 
most beautiful lady I've ever seen. Do you understand that now?" 

She looked at me very satisfied and said, "You really think that about 
me, don't you." 

"I most certainly do!" I said. "I think you're beautiful!" I whispered 
to her, emphatically. 

"You're very sweet, Larry!" she said. "No one's ever told me that 
before. I'm flattered!" she whispered. She pulled me closer to her and 
pushed her hips to mine. My manhood was totally erect, and I'm sure she 
could feel it. I saw her eyes widen momentarily, and I was sure she 
could feel me. We kissed again, a short, lovely, warm kiss. I was in 
pure ecstacy, and I was hoping she had a similar feeling. When the music 
ended, we made our way back to our table. We sat down, held hands, and 
she asked me questions. 

"Ladies choice!" came the announcement from the dee jay. I saw one of 
the ladies walking toward our table, and I felt Donna nudge me. Her name 
was Lisa, and she was a track athlete. 

"Have fun!" Donna whispered. 

Lisa asked me to dance, and I obliged. She was nearly 6 feet tall and 
very muscular. 

As we danced I asked her about herself. 

"I'm a javelin thrower." she said. 

"The javelin?" I asked. "You can actually throw a javelin? That was a 
car, you know," I said, kiddingly. "You must really be strong!" 

"You know," she said, "I heard there was a car called the Javelin. Have 
you ever seen one?" 

"Sure," I said. "I know all about it!" 

"Tell me about it." she said. 

"It was a ponycar, like the Mustang and Camaro." I said. "It was made by 
a small company called AMC. It was built from 1968 to 1974, and they 
were very fast. They were raced against the other ponycars and they did 
very well. I have several friends that have them. They're really 
beautiful." 

"How come they don't make them anymore?" she asked. 

"They got caught in the gas crunch of 1973 and got discontinued the next 
year", I continued. "It's a shame, because they were probably the best 
of the lot" 

"Could you get me a picture of one?" she asked. 

"Sure!" I answered. "I'll give it to Donna to give to you." 

"Thanks," she said. "I'd really like to see it." 

"It would be my pleasure!" I answered. 

"I wish I could get Donna to do some track and field," she said. "She'd 
be a great shot putter, with all of that upper body strength she has." 

"Why don't you ask her?" I asked. 

"I've tried, but she'd just rather lift her weights," she said. "You 
know, she's the strongest person I know. She's the only one who can beat 
me at arm wrestling, male or female. Don't ever arm wrestle with her. 
She's devastating!" 

"You're too late," I said. "She already got me. Twice!" 

"And I'll bet she didn't hurt you, either" she said. "She's very gentle" 

"You're right," I said. "She put me down nice and easy. Didn't hurt a 
bit. But I could sure feel her power!" 

The music ended and I went back to our table. Donna had danced with 
Lisa's boyfriend, Phil. I intercepted her on the way back, and took her 
hand. 

"Come on, Larry," she said. "Dance with me." 

Back out on the floor, we went into our usual embrace. She put her face 
to mine, and our lips just touched. But we didn't say a word. We kissed 
lightly a few times, all the while gazing into each others eyes. I was 
positively overwhelmed by her. Her warmth. Her muscularity. Her soft 
lips. And her heavenly eyes! I felt that this might be as close to 
Heaven as I would ever get! 

It was getting late. Some of the couples had left and a few thanked us 
for our "lissing" 

lesson, saying that they enjoyed it immensly. We decided that we had 
better be on our way. We danced one more dance, and again I was in 
Heaven. As it ended, we kissed softly. We said our good-byes to her 
friends and headed to the car. George, the lot attendant got Donna's 
car, and we were off.  She sat right next to me.  Her skirt was pulled 
up again, revealing her beautifully shaped, muscular thighs. She wrapped 
her arms around my right arm and rested her head on my shoulder. We 
talked small talk and she asked me questions again as we drove. I felt 
like I owned the world on that ride to her place.  When we got there, 
she invited me up for a cup of tea. 

"Just tea!" she said. "No shennanigans!" she joked. 

I helped her make tea, and we retired to the sofa, placing our teacups 
on the table in front of it. She took my hand in hers and intertwined 
her fingers around mine. She gripped me firmly, but not tight enough to 
hurt. We talked very softly, almost in a whisper. We moved closer 
together, and as we spoke our lips were just touching. I gazed intensly 
into her eyes, and she into mine. Then she took my hand and placed in on 
top of her thigh. She opened up my hand  and placed it palm down on her 
thigh, moving it slowly in a small circular motion. She began slowly 
flexing her thigh.  Her muscles were fantastically proportioned and hard 
as steel. We kept our intense stare into each other's eyes. Her muscles 
retracted and flexed slowly. 

"You're .....beautiful," I whispered, slowly, as if I were in a trance. 

"Thank....you....You're very ....sweet," She whispered back, slowly. 
"D'you like.....my legs?" she whispered, her lips just brushing mine. 

"Beautiful......just beautiful!" I whispered. She flexed it again as I 
moved my hand slowly across it. "Most.. beautiful legs.... I've ever 
seen," I stammered. 

"Glad you .... like.. them," she whispered. "They're just.... 
for..you...... Are they ...big ..enough?"      
        . "...Perfect.." I answered. "....the best.." 

"I'll make...them bigger... just for ...you, ...if you....want, " she 
whispered. Our lips touched, and we kissed lightly. 
"...For...you...Larry.... Just....for you...."   
           
"...Whatever you ...want," I answered. "...whatever....." She continued 
moving my hand on her leg, all the while slowly flexing and retracting 
her muscles. My hand trembled slightly, and she steadied it with a firm 
but soft grip. 

"Whatever... you... want....They're  ....all...yours...  ," she said, 
her lips rubbing mine. 

I continued to caress her thigh, her hand guiding mine.  I couldn't 
believe its size and density. It felt bigger and harder than I could 
have ever imagined. 

Then I saw her hold back a yawn. 

"You tired, Donna?" I asked in a whisper. 

"A little," she answered. She laid her head on my shoulder, and stopped 
moving my hand and flexing her leg. I felt her yawn again. 

"You're tired," I whispered. "I think I better leave so you can get a 
good night's sleep." 

"I am a little tired," she whispered. "Would you.. be mad....at me if 
....I asked you....to ..leave?" she asked, her eyes locked to mine. 

"Of course ...not," I answered. " Maybe a little disappointed...but 
not...mad. I could...never be mad... at you!" 

"You...sure?" she asked, gazing at me intensly. 

"Yes," I said. I got up and pulled her up to me. "Come on, beautiful. 
You better get some sleep!" We slowly walked to the door, arm in arm. I 
could feel the tremendous warmth radiating from her body. We turned and 
faced each other. 

"Larry," she whispered, her face close to mine. "I had a beautiful time 
tonight. You're....you're very sweet!" 

"Thank you," I answered. "So are you.... And you're.... 
beautiful.....just beautiful..." 

We kissed lightly, but held it  for a few seconds.  Her lips were on 
fire! 

I opened the door. 

"Will you... call me?" she asked. 

"If you ...want," I answered, slowly. 

"Of course... I do," and she kissed me lightly. "Silly boy!" We gazed at 
each other, our eyes locked intently. 

"I'll ..call you...soon," I said, as I slipped out into the hallway. 

"Soon!" she whispered. 

"Soon!" I repeated. She blew me a kiss and I blew one back. The door 
closed in front of me, and I turned and slowly descended the stairway. 
As I made my way to my car, I could feel my heart slow down and my 
manhood relax. They had been working hard all night, from the moment she 
first opened the door. I was tired, but I had a tremendous loving 
feeling all through my body. As I drove home, I thought of the wonderful 
time she had shown me tonight. I couldn't remember ever feeling this 
good or intense about someone. Ever. I knew I wanted to see her again, 
soon. But it would be some time before we would meet again.