The Shortcut By Rick Saus Barb Gives Rick a Thrill to Remember [The Shortcut] What seemed like the longest afternoon of my life finally came to a close with the inevitable bell chiming the end of yet another school day. I was out of class and hit the concrete outside like the marines hit beachheads! It wasn't long before several "equally eager" classmates followed in my dust, one of which was Barb. I was standing at the school bus stop waiting when I saw her round the bend, and she strolled up to me without a hint of wanting to waste one solitary second in her motions. God, that made me feel so special, something I hadn't known for some time. "What took you so long?" I asked her jokingly. Her eyes got big and she produced the most pleasant smile I've ever seen as she reacted to my kidding around, "Jeez, Rick, my home room class IS at the other end of the school, otherwise I'd be standing here asking you the same question!" We both chuckled a little at that and as she moved closer to me, she extended both of her hands out in front of her in a gesture to hold mine. I immediately responded. Gotta tell ya, if there was any time in my life that I've felt my best physically and mentally, that was the moment. While most guys would of shuddered and cowered upon her approach, I felt invincible and secure in both myself and the way I've felt about Barb. Her presence had enough strength for both of us, and we again began to relish every second that ticked by while we were together, just the way we felt when we were in the alley and the subject turned to more lighter conversation. As we stood there holding hands for a brief moment, we both looked about to see if our bus was approaching, and then I came up with a brilliant idea. It was an absolutely gorgeous day out, 74 degrees, a mild breeze blowing Barb's long hair in a very sensual manner, a perfect day to "walk" home. I suggested that we could walk instead of riding the bus, I knew a number of paths through the woods to get home which was about a mile and a half the way the crow flies but about two and a half by path. Barb was instantly receptive to this so we took each other's hand and walked across the street from the bus stop en route to a shortcut I knew. The path weaved down the 700 foot hill, across Ravine Street and back up the other side. Another half a mile of level woods opened to a clearing. My house was only 250 ft from there. It wasn't a steep path on either hillside, but it was narrow and thickly wooded. We approached the entrance to the path I generally take and began descending downhill. We walked closely together because of the narrowness of the path and I began to get warmer and warmer feelings for Barb - you know, the kind you get at the age of 14 when you have a very high libido to begin with. A couple of times, I reached my hand around Barb's waist when the path got real narrow, and I could feel the warmth and strength in her young, powerful body. Every step she took had a purpose and they were very sure footed. At one point, my foot slipped on some wet leaves while we were still embraced like this. I almost went down but fortunately Barb had her arm around my waist. When she felt me lose my balance, she immediately pulled me to her, holding me effortlessly and tightly against her side. This stirred my thoughts more about our conversation in the alley, and I changed what we were talking about to how much I enjoyed watching her flex her bicep for me and letting me feel it. She smiled sensually. "You really enjoyed that, I saw it in your eyes. How deeply engrossed you got and I have to admit, it really excited me. I thought about it the rest of the afternoon during classes. I love my muscles and it's so wonderful to have someone enjoy them as much as I do, well, ALMOST as much as I do." I almost choked when she said that. "Barb, I don't think anyone including yourself could enjoy your muscles as much as I do, not to mention the strength you must possess!" We stopped dead in our tracks looking deeply into each other's eyes, we were each flabbergasted over what we had just said. Barb wanted to amplify the point. "Rick, you don't know what I mean, I mean I REALLY enjoy my muscles and the strength that goes with them." I was just as eager to prove my enthusiasm. "Barb, you don't know how much I find muscles and strength in girls to be soooo, exciting, I mean, hell, here it goes, I mean, I get so turned on with female muscle and strength that many a time I have to, ahem, relieve myself after just thinking about it for a little while! Unfortunately, the actual opportunity to physically enjoy a girl's muscles these days isn't too prevalent if you know what I mean, so, I wind up 99.99999% of the time having to take matters in hand, so to speak." God, was I blushing when I said that, I could actually feel the heat radiating from my face. Barb immediately made me feel comfortable though. "We seem to share the same interests, just from opposite sides of the fence," she asserted. "When I flex my muscles in the privacy of my room and look in the mirror, I get sooooooo turned on thinking about what these muscles can do. My arms. My legs. I've fantasized a thousand and one different ways, ahem, about how I would enjoy spending time with a person like you, someone who could share and explore these fantasies with me, making them a reality. Do my muscles really excite you???" This was the second time that day I had to watch where I stepped to keep from tripping over my lower jaw that was now resting on the ground in front of me. I told Barb that her muscles DEFINITELY excited me. "I can guarantee you that before the day's over, I'll have to take matters into my own hands again," I added. She smiled at me, almost in a pitying but understanding way. "Not if I can help it!" she replied. I began to shake where I stood, and Barb noticed this as her arm was still around me. "What muscles do you like the best, biceps, quads, calves???" she asked. "ALL!!!" I retorted, which made her laugh. She decided to be more specific. "Well, right now, if you had your choice, which muscle would you like to enjoy?" I acted like I had to think about it for a moment, but I really had biceps in mind. "I'd really like to know how strong your biceps are, or your arms for that matter." Barb's eyes opened in a gleeful expression again. "You'd like to know how strong my arms are as well as feel them?" I shook my head in a very nervous yes manner. She looked around and there happened to be a little clearing to our right about 50 ft ahead of us. She took her arm from around me then took my hand. "Follow me," she said. We walked into this clearing which was no bigger than an average living room. It was completely obscured with trees and foliage all the way around it, giving us a feeling of privacy. We then gave the clearing our final last scan, reinsuring our privacy. "Has any girl lifted you before, I mean, overhead?" That provoked jaw drop number three. I just stood there trying to comprehend what I had just heard. I couldn't believe this was happening. I explained how I once tried to get a couple girls I knew to try and lift me that way but the best either of them could do was lift me barbell style to about shoulder height and no further. Barb smiled sensuously again (she did that a lot). "You're about to experience your first successful overhead lift. It'll be easy for me. I've lifted weights forty pounds heavier than you, for reps!" My mind was swimming and I prayed that later my memory would let me recall every precious moment of this. At that moment, something scared me. I knew at my age that a person's memory is based on the memory of some event that had been remembered before. Every time a person remembers something new, a little is lost. I didn't want this to happen, I wanted a permanent Polaroid impression left in my mind but I didn't know how to go about securing that. Barb saw the troubled look on my face and I told her what was bothering me. She took me in her arms and held me so gently and warmly and reassured me that we would have so many moments like this that we'll never ever run out of memories. She brought me back down to earth and I felt somewhat better about it. She was right, as three years of our relationship from that point on would attest to, what makes it possible for me to convey now in these stories. Barb told me to relax, but to get rigid as well. Now, how do you do that? Mentally relaxed, physically rigid, got it. When she saw that I had prepared myself, she placed her right hand in my left armpit and her left hand just inside my upper thigh, not too far from where an absolute erection was in full gear I might add. She bent down at the knees keeping her back straight and in a movement that made me feel utterly helpless, she stood straight up, lifting me to chest height. "Rick, this is going to be a piece of cake!!!" I actually saw the excitement in her eyes - and she saw the excitement in mine! We smiled at each other as she joggled me slightly up and down a few inches to get a feel for my weight in her hands. "Ready?" she asked. As I tensed even more she began to slowly lift me above her shoulders. Then, with grace and ease, she proceeded to lift me completely over her head as though I weighed nothing at all. I had not felt any jerkiness in her arms at all, her execution was as smooth as if it she had raised just twenty pounds overhead. As she straightened her arms and locked her elbows, I couldn't believe how excited I became from the sensation her power - she was still holding me up over her head - had elicited. I remembered lifting a former girlfriend overhead about a year prior. She only weighed around 105 lbs and I remembered how easy it was for me to do that. Then the tumblers in my mind suddenly clicked - it was probably just as easy, if not easier, for Barb to lift me than it was for me to lift my previous girlfriend. I had average strength for my 125 lb structure, but Barb easily had more muscle pound for pound than what I had. It stood to reason that pound for pound, she was a lot stronger than I was back then, and now. As if proving my analogy, Barb began to slowly lower me until I almost touched the top of her head with my side. Then she lifted me back up, SEVERAL times (my memory fails me as to precisely say how many times, so much for my Polaroids!). I know it was more than five times as I remember saying "5" to myself before getting completely overwhelmed with the experience and began moaning. Barb straightened her arms up yet again and held me aloft. "Are you ok up there?" she asked. I choked on the word yes and she proceeded to rep me some more. Again I lost count. She then lowered me again to chest height and brought her face around (and me) so that we could kiss. Our first kiss. THAT I'll never forget! It was long, sensual, warm and moist. I had my right hand cupped around the back of her head and my left hand trying to feel the rise in her bicep as she held me like this. I was able to tell that Barb was as excited as I was. GOD, the affection she showed in her determined kiss was incredible! Of course, the strength in my tongue was no match for hers, there wasn't a muscle in my body stronger than any of hers. Well, there WAS one, thanks to my gender. Her tongue completely dominated mine. I noticed her tongue was long, very long, as well as strong. I discovered later that she was blessed with a tongue that could touch the tip of her nose and had a curl at the end when she protruded it as far out as she could -about as long as the width of the palm of my hand. I could have fallen in love with her for her tongue alone! But ooh, she had more, soooo much more! When our lips parted, I could see the excitement in her face and eyes. Her voice was quivering. "Watch this," she said. With slow grace, Barb began to CURL me like a barbell! And she did it 4 times, easily. As she slowly and methodically curled my body, I had my right hand on her right bicep, feeling how it rose with each rep. She held me up momentarily at peak height, allowing me to feel that pumped muscle, all the while smiling sensually at me as I enjoyed seeing and feeling every millimeter! My biggest thrill came from running my hand softly over the rise of her peaked bicep, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the hardness of the muscle just under it. The combination was incredible. By then, I was feeling mighty moist between my legs. Mighty moist! I'm not going to go into much detail about what happened immediately after. Some things are meant to be kept private for all of time. Lets just say that I experienced the most incredible manual and oral sex of my life at that point. She did as well. Our sexual engagement was in response to the way we both enjoyed and relished her muscles. Her strength locked us together for always. The very same day I met Barb in the alley, we vowed to go steady and we did so for the rest of our high school years. - - - - - - - Rick -Feedback is welcome-