The Meeting
by Rick Saus
Rick meets a girl with big biceps

*WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  *WARNING*  

	As a parent, you may not want your children to read 
the following story, which contains certain material you 
may consider inappropriate for them to read.  If you're not 
over 18 years of age, you shouldn't be reading this...  or 
go any farther.

	If you're over 18...  page down and enjoy.

P.S.:  I'm sorry it took me so long to get around to 
this...  a major half of this might seem boring to some but 
I feel for you to fully appreciate the relationship I had 
with this girl, you need to relate to what my thoughts were 
before the first muscle was flexed.  From that point on, 
fasten seatbelts!






-Intro: Barb

I promised a lot of people that I'd get around to telling 
them about a girl I went with for three years in high 
school...  and I'm now making my word good.  What I'm about 
to tell you is 100% true.  Some may think I'm blowing smoke 
up their divine orifices, but unless you walked in my shoes 
and experienced what I did, hold your critique.  And now...  
for Barb


[The Meeting]

	There was something about this particular day that 
stood out in my mind....  one of which was the fact that at 
7am as I was walking to school, it was 62 degrees out, the 
sun was shinning and I can't remember ever feeling better 
in my life.  To some, this might mean either they're going 
to hit the lottery, or meet someone who's going to change 
their lives permanently.  Well, I didn't hit the lottery...  
but the person I met that day was like hitting it.

I had just gotten on the school bus en route to my first 
day at school after a very active summer vacation.  Unlike 
most kids, I was up to it...  I was ready to make new 
friends and learn something other than through mistakes of 
my own.  The bus hadn't driven too far before it stopped 
and picked up several more kids...  but one of those "kids" 
who got on caused me to focus on her with such intent that 
I'm sure everyone who sat around me noticed.  She was a 
white girl...  blonde hair that she wore long and straight 
to the middle of her back...  her complexion from where I 
sat looked clean and milky...  but what really got my 
attention was the fact that this girl had to of stood 
around 6' tall...  and she was the most solid girl I'd ever 
seen.  As she climbed up the couple of steps into the bus, 
her shoulders were the first thing I noticed.  They made 
mine look like Ghandi's in comparison.

	I have to take a minute to describe myself at this 
point in time...  I stood 5'10" but I only weighed around 
125lbs.  To steal a cliche from one of the girls I knew, I 
looked like a zipper turned sideways with my tongue hanging 
out.  I was hardly a statuesque person...  and if it 
weren't for the personality that I had and the friends that 
I made over the years who went to school with me, I could 
imagine how "unpopular" I could of been.

	Anyway...  this girl got on the bus and I couldn't 
take my eyes off of her...  she was stunning.  I was 
sitting in the middle of the bus in an aisle seat...  and 
when she started working her way back to get a seat, I 
couldn't help but check out the legs she had.  It's a 
wonder I didn't fall out of my seat and into the aisle 
right in front of her.  Her legs were incredible...  they 
had very prominent muscle, both in her quads and calves...  
she was wearing a sun dress...  sleeveless, and the hem 
came up to about her knee.  You have to keep in mind that 
this was back in 1961... and these dresses were considered 
hot for the time, depending on the girl who wore them and 
how well they filled them.  I hope to tell you that she 
filled hers quite amply!

	I know my tongue was hanging out mentally as she 
walked back towards me...  and as excited as I got from 
seeing her, I tried my best to maintain my cool.  As it 
turned out, the window seat next to me was vacant, and when 
she got to where I was sitting, she leaned over and asked 
if I'd mind her sitting there.  Yeah...  rrrright!!!  She 
sat down, put her books on the floor in front of her and 
smoothed her dress out...  at which time I happened to 
notice something else about her apart from her gorgeous 
legs...  her upper body was perfectly symmetrical with her 
lower body...  meaning, this girl had muscles in places 
other girls didn't even have places!  I noticed when she 
lowered her books to the floor that her triceps stood out 
prominently and you could easily see the definition in her 
biceps even though her arms were almost straight out.

	Now, at the age of 14 and with the new libido I 
discovered several years prior that I've yet to test to 
it's fullest potential, you can imagine how hard it was for 
me to "look" calm and disinterested sitting next to her.  
Somehow (I think), I managed that.  After the bus surged 
forward (new driver), we struck up a conversation about 
where we lived and for how long and where we originally 
were born, etc.  It turned out that she had just moved in 
about a month before (and the reason why I'd never noticed 
her before) from West Mifflin.  She told me that at WM-
North, she was on the girl's basketball team and she was 
hoping to get into the same program at Munhall High.  
Unlike WM-North, which was a four star football team 
school, we didn't have much of an athletic program.  I 
think we were rated a two star in football and never played 
against them...  we were just out of their league.

	Well, it wasn't 10 minutes and the bus arrived in 
front of the school and it was time to get off.  In my mind 
and after sitting next to this gorgeous and friendly 
amazon, I could of gotten off without getting off the bus, 
if you know what I mean.

	I didn't see her after that for several days because 
instead of taking the bus, I started walking to school with 
my neighbor friends.  Now, you all remember how boring the 
first week or two of school was...  hardly any classroom 
lecture...  no homework to speak of (which I never had 
because I did it all the time in the classrooms).  I got 
antsie after a couple days and around 1:30pm, I decided to 
take a walk outside of the boundaries of the school...  
yeah, I skipped a class.  I went up the street no more than 
two blocks when I heard a sound coming from the alley I was 
passing.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure that 
was seated and the hands were covering the face.  Once I 
locked on and focused, I noticed it was the girl I sat next 
to on the school bus a couple days prior.  She was 
obviously crying...  cupping her face in her hands and 
moving it from side to side slightly as one would do when 
they're in utter dismay.

	I immediately went into the alley and walked up to 
her...  she didn't notice my presence, even after my 
standing in front of her for about a minute.  About that 
time, she lowered her hands from her face, wiped away her 
tears on her forearm and noticed a figure in front of her 
(mua).  She acted startled and began to go through the 
motions of covering up her crying jag as if it never 
happened when I told her "Please, relax...  I heard sounds 
coming from in here and I had to look into it...  thought 
maybe someone had gotten beaten up or something".  During 
high school, alleys were where kids were beaten up by 
bullies and it was a natural instinct to think this is what 
might of happened when I first heard her.

	I don't know what I said to make her laugh, but she 
said "Yeah, sure...  like there's someone within 50 miles 
of here that can beat me up!"  She kept her smile and after 
a few sniffles seemed to come around.  I asked her if I 
could sit and talk with her.  At first, she didn't want to 
be bothered and I was almost ready to give her some space 
when she said "No...  yes...  you can talk to me...  I'm 
sorry, I'm just a little out of it right now."

	I found an old milk crate nearby, turned it upside 
down and sat on it beside her.  Even though the crate put 
the level of my butt above hers (she was siting on a 
concrete step), my eyes were about level with her neck and 
I began to sense what I did on the bus...  that this girl 
was awesome to be in proximity to.

	I asked her what was wrong and she told me a little 
story about where she came from and how the athletics 
program offered more and how athletic girls were more 
accepted than at MH.  She then told me how in gym class 
that morning she was ridiculed and embarrassed by her 
classmates for being so tall and... muscular.  I could see 
the tears starting to well up in her eyes again and 
thinking fast, I said "So what's so wrong about being tall 
and having a little muscle?"  She laughed between a sob and 
said "A little???  Check this out!"  And with that, she 
slowly flexed her right arm for me until her fist was just 
inches from her ear.  You could of knocked me off that milk 
crate with a feather when she did that...  her bicep 
exploded literally into a perfectly round ball about the 
size of a softball to my recollection.  She held that pose 
and exclaimed "Do you think this is a little muscle?"  I 
was speechless for what seemed eternity as I gazed upon 
that gorgeous mound.  I was able to see veins and 
separation and all the neat stuff a good bicep has to 
offer.

	I guess I got carried away and looked at her bicep 
longer than what's norm...  I was probably drooling too, 
but I can't recall doing that consciously.  While still 
holding her pose, she asked me "Do you think I'm ugly 
because I have muscles?"  For once in my life, I said the 
right thing at the right time and right now!  I told her 
that I've always privately admired muscles on girls and 
that I'd take muscle over fat any day!  I saw the gleam in 
her eyes when I said that...  to some, it may of been heard 
a thousand times over but to her, it was the first time 
someone actually acknowledged that they didn't find her 
muscles disgusting.  As she still held her bicep pose, she 
answered "Really?" and began to curl her arm slowly back 
and forth enough to make her bicep move...  and boy, did it 
move!  I can't say with honesty exactly how long she did 
that...  it seemed we were both entranced with her bicep 
and how she was flexing.

	Somewhere along the line though, I got up enough 
gumba to ask her if she'd mind me feeling it.  She 
gleefully said "Sure!" and flexed her bicep as hard as she 
could.  I could of sworn my tongue was hanging down to the 
ground, but for some reason I didn't trip over it as I 
moved around 90 degrees and forward a little.  With a very 
shaky left hand, I cupped her perfectly round bicep and 
started to squeeze it...  not hard, but just enough to feel 
it's resistance.  It was incredible...  and I can vision in 
my mind to this day how it felt exactly.  Her bicep was as 
hard as anything I could of ever felt with skin around 
it...  and as I kept my hand there, she flexed it for me 
slowly and intently.  Even at that young age, I knew 
sensuous when I saw it!  She was trying to turn me on!  
Know what?  She succeeded.

- - - - -

Look for "Out of the Alley", the sequel to this account.

Rick