Girl Up the Street
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)
A quick little fantasy inspired by the summertime.


***** AUTHOR'S CORNER *****

This one is tamer than my usual stories, but it was fun and quick to
write. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback always welcome.

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I settled into a chair on my parent's porch with a glass of ice water.
Home from my third year of college for the summer, I was ready to relax
and just watch the old neighborhood for a while when I caught sight of a
bombshell walking up the street. Long black hair and just the most
gorgeous voluptuous body I've ever seen poured into a tiny little halter
top and soccer shorts. Thick muscular thighs reached down out of the
shorts, huge hard calves bulged the long soccer socks. She had a sports
bag slung over her broad, powerful-looking shoulders, the strap lost
between the cleavage of two enormous breasts.

She was tall, maybe five-ten I saw as she approached. She caught sight
of me staring and gave me a cheerful smile. "Hi!" she chirped brightly.
Her skin and clothes were streaked with dirt and sweat.

"Um, hi," I managed. She turned to my house and walked up the stairs to
the porch while I tried (unsuccessfully) not to make an ass of myself.
She stood expectantly, so I willed my erection down and stood, a dumb
smile on my face. She stood a good two inches taller than me. Up close,
I could see she was younger than I thought, sixteen or seventeen. Too
young, I sighed inwardly. Still, nothing wrong with a little company.
"Richard," I said, sticking my hand out.

A hurt expression crossed her beautiful face, a pout ten times sexier
than it had any right to be. "I know, Rich. Don't you remember me?" she
asked, half tease and half genuine hurt.

I racked my brains. I sure would have remembered anyone like her!
Thankfully, I suffered a well-timed flash of insight, a years-old vision
of a skinny girl from up the street, all knobby knees and elbows,
playing with my old dog. "Lexi?" I asked in disbelief.

Her face lit up with a brilliant smile. "You remember me!" she squealed
and grabbed me in an enthusiastic hug. Her huge breasts squashed against
my chest, giving me very un-neighborly thoughts. I was glad I got her
name right.

"Lexi, wow, you've, um, grown," I said, looking up at her once she'd
released me. Her arms were large and powerful like the rest of her. "You
used to be so skinny, and now, umm," I realized there was no good way I
could finish that thought.

"Hey!" she protested. "Are you saying I'm fat?"

Only in the right places, my dirty mind immediately came up with. I used
the excuse to look her up and down, catching another eyeful of her
spectacular chest. "Oh, um, of course not," I stammered, my face red.

She made a face. "I'm just teasing. I know I've gotten pretty big. You
used to be so much taller than me! Feels weird looking down on you."

Truth be told, I'd nearly forgotten about her, but I wasn't going to say
that. I was just counting myself lucky to be talking to this tall sexy
goddess. "Yeah, um, weird," I said.

She stepped closer to me, still smiling down at me. "Weird, but kinda
exciting," she said. She inhaled deeply, bumping the front of her
breasts into my chest. Her nipples pressed against the front of her
shirt and into my chest, visible and feelable even through her sports
bra and tight top.

I reddened further. "Can I, uh, get you a, um, a drink?" I asked,
quickly stepping away. I hoped she wouldn't look down to my shorts. She
did, and her smile grew subtly sexier, her look slightly more evil.

"Sure," she purred. "Water, if you have any."

"Oh damn, we're fresh out," I said. She laughed and stuck her tongue out
at me.

I brought out a glass of ice water. Struck by inspiration, I put a
cherry in it. She took the water with a smile and a soft "Thank you"
that set my heart racing again. She took the cherry stem and popped it
in her mouth. I saw her jaw working, and a few moments later she stuck
the stem out of her mouth. I slowly drew the stem out while she sucked
at it teasingly. The stem was tied in an overhand knot.

"Hah," I gulped. "Neat trick."

She winked at me. "Mom taught it to me."

Her mother I remembered, a tall statuesque brunette who inspired many a
teenage fantasy.

I quickly changed the subject. "I haven't seen you around the
neighborhood in years. Last I remember you were just a little girl. Now
you're, what, seventeen, eighteen?" I asked, hoping.

"Sixteen," she giggled. "Sorry, still jailbait."

I blushed again, deeper. Damn but this girl had me flustered. "I didn't
mean, um, oh, Christ," I said.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed," she said with a giggle. "You
know, I had such a huge crush on you when I was little."

I started. "You did?"

She giggled again and fixed me with a warm smile that lifted my heart.
"Of course I did. I was just this lonely little girl, I don't know if I
told you that I didn't have any friends, and you were always just so
kind to me. I remember one day when I was crying because some kids were
mean to me, and you hugged me and took me swimming down in the creek.
You spent all afternoon cheering me up."

"You remember that?" I asked. She nodded, still smiling, her eyes moist
and shining. I vaguely recalled doing things like that, but I was just
being neighborly, it didn't hurt me to be nice to a picked-on little
kid. "Well, you must be pretty popular now, have a lot of friends,
right?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, nodding again. "I mean, I'm a cheerleader, and
pretty."

"You're beautiful," I said honestly.

She laughed easily. "Thanks. So a lot of guys want to get to know me."
Her smile turned ironic. "Not so sure they want to be just friends,
though."

I smiled. "What, you think maybe they want something else?"

She laughed again. "Just maybe," she said. Her face turned serious.
"It's nice talking to you again. My family moved to France for a couple
of years, and when we moved back, you were already off at college. I was
heartbroken." She chuckled and shook her head slowly. "I guess maybe I
still have a little crush on you." She looked away, suddenly shy. When
she looked back, the sexy flirting look had returned. She reached out
and touched my arms. "You've filled out nicely, though. I remember you
were just a scrawny guy."

It was my turn to chuckle. "Yeah, well, you know. I went to college, got
the freshman fifteen. So I joined a gym, did some sports. I work out
now, try not to get fat."

"Kind, smart, and hot," Lexi said affectionately. "My nerdy little crush
turned into a hunk."

"The skinny little girl up the street turned into a babe," I returned.

She looked into my eyes, and I returned her gaze, her big pretty brown
eyes growing gradually closer until she kissed me. She gathered me up in
her powerful arms and squeezed me to her soft chest, kissing me
hungrily. I surrendered to her heat and strength. Her big thigh pressed
hard into my erection, slowly rubbing it. I moaned softly. My hand
strayed down to her shapely round ass and squeezed. The cheek was hard
and unyielding, a perfect round ball of muscle. Lexi playfully flexed
her glutes, and her hard ass jumped in my grasp and turned the
consistency of rock.

"Wow," I breathed worshipfully.

Lexi hooked one of her much longer and thicker legs around mine and
shoved so I went sprawling onto my back. She quickly pounced on top of
me. I nervously looked up and down the street to see if anybody was
watching. Lexi didn't seem to care as she quickly straddled me and held
my arms above my head, easily pinning me. She must have outweighed me by
at least twenty pounds of hard muscle, so there was no way I was going
anywhere. She ground her crotch hard against my dick while I groaned in
a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Don't cum," Lexi hissed into my ear, licking it.

"Then don't, ungh, grind me," I protested.

Her hips thrust down harder, and her powerful arms flexed hugely as she
pulled my arms so hard I thought she'd tear them out of the sockets.
"Don't tell me what to do!" she grunted angrily.

Suddenly she let go of my arms and grabbed my head, pulling me into her
big soft cleavage. I nuzzled one of her large breasts through soft
cotton. I ran my hands over her huge hard thighs and squeezed her big
muscles while I nipped playfully at her breast. I slid my hands under
her soccer shorts and boldly squeezed her hard inner thighs, straying
farther north than was strictly decent.

"You like my legs?" Lexi moaned throatily in my ear.

"God yes," I mumbled into her boob, making her giggle.

"You don't think they're too big? Too muscular?"

"Nooo not at all," I said happily. "I like big and muscular. They're so
hard and strong." I moved one hand to her cotton panties. They were damp
with sweat and musk. I rubbed my fingers firmly over her panties,
tracing her firm young pussy.

Lexi moaned and flexed her body, arms exploding in mountainous muscle
that shoved her breasts together, shoving the top of her breasts out of
her tight shirt and surrounding my head in even deeper cleavage. Her
hard thighs flexed and grew under my groping hand. I continued rubbing
more firmly, finally slipping the panties aside and thrusting two
fingers into her slick wet pussy. Lexi gasped and whimpered.

"No," she protested. "Not yet. Too fast."

I quickly withdrew my hands from her shorts. "I'm sorry," I said,
kicking myself for pushing too much. She's just in high school, I
reminded myself.

Lexi grabbed my hands and planted them back on her thighs. I hesitantly
started massaging them again. "You're, ungh, lucky I, ooh, like you,"
she panted. "I've beaten the shit out of every boy who's tried that."

I hesitated a moment. "Are you going to beat the shit out of me?" I
asked, half-hopefully.

She chuckled evilly. "We'll see," she said. I pinched a large chunk of
her muscular thigh and she squealed.

Lexi pulled her shirt and sports bra up to her neck and let her huge
breasts flop around my face with a wet smack. I kissed the smooth tan
flesh and tasted salty sweat. She shoved her arms together, trapping me
in her hot, wet breast flesh. Her breasts sealed over my ears and mouth
and her hard pecs squashed my nose, barely letting me breathe.
Emboldened, I set one hand to rubbing her pussy through her panties,
figuring since it was okay before, it wasn't going too far. I heard her
moaning and felt her writhing, but couldn't hear anything she said. Her
hips ground and bucked on my dick, making it very hard and very hard not
to cum, but I struggled to obey her.

Suddenly her breasts lifted off my face. She scooted around and plopped
her ass where her breasts used to be, enveloping my head in hard
muscular thighs and her firm round ass. She rubbed her shorts over my
face and ground my head in her powerful quads. I felt her hand grip my
shorts in a strong grasp and begin kneading my hard dick. I moaned into
her crotch and her thighs tightened brutally. I fought for breath
through her shorts, her musky smell surrounding me.

Driven by lust, I nipped playfully at her shorts, moving the material
aside with my teeth and tongue. I licked at her sweaty inner thigh,
salty, smooth. I forced my tongue into her panties, searching for her
clit.

Her thighs jolted hard. "Bad!" I heard her growl angrily. Suddenly I was
flipped onto her, her enormous legs flexing hugely as she poured on
crushing power. I cried out in agony and tried to escape, but her
powerful arms and legs easily kept me pinned to her. Spots floated in
front of my eyes as the agonizing pressure mounted. A new sensation of
pain came to me as she reached under my shorts and boxers to dig her
strong fingers into my ass, kneading it like putty. Her fingernails dug
in like claws. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed into her crotch,
unable to escape from the terrible crushing power of her legs. I was
rapidly losing consciousness, my world fading to nothing but the
horrifying power in those gigantic muscular thighs.

She started pulsing her legs as she ground her crotch into my sobbing
face, each jolting constriction harder and more painful than the last.
The musky smell intensified. I could feel the vibrations of her body
through the muscles clamped around my head, her mouth moaning into my
shorts, teasing my dick through the denim. She was cumming, I realized
faintly. My ass stung as she spanked it mercilessly, sharp cracks
filling the air as her big hands hammered down in painful blows. The
combination of pleasure and pain she inflicted on me was too much to
bear, and I blacked out.

I came to still in her thighs. She had me clamped firmly but gently in
her thighs, massaging my head with powerful flexes of her glutes and
quads. When her thighs parted enough to allow me to hear, satisfied
whimpers reached my ears. I slowly reached my hands up and stroked her
legs. Her thick, jagged calves locked above my head. I lovingly caressed
the hard balls of muscle. Her legs gradually unclamped. I carefully
rolled off her magnificent body. She looked at me over the huge jiggling
mounds of her breasts, a lazy predatory smile on her lips. Her hand
reached out and caressed my still erect dick through my shorts.

"Are you going to jerk off thinking about this?" she asked.

The question, so casually tossed out, startled me. "Um, do you mind?" I
asked.

Lexi shook her head. "No, of course not. I think about you when I
masturbate."

My eyes widened. "What?"

She giggled happily. "I have since I was twelve. Oh Rich, I've wanted
you for so long." She sighed in contentment. "Of course, I think about
what you were like when you were sixteen, all skinny and pimply. Now
that you've gotten so handsome, I'm going to have to update the
fantasy." Her hand reached out and stroked my cheek. "Too bad though, I
enjoyed thinking about what it would be like to be a lot bigger than
you."

I eyed her unflexed bicep. "I think you still are," I said.

She cast her eyes down, suddenly insecure again, a scared teenage girl
with a crush. "Do you mind?" she asked softly.

I carefully pulled her bra and shirt down, covering her breasts again. I
leaned down and kissed her bicep. "What do you think?" I asked
rhetorically. She flexed her bicep for me, the skin jumping as the ball
of muscle rose proudly. "You're beautiful," I whispered and kissed her
lips gently.

"So are you," she whispered back. She suddenly grabbed me and pulled me
down on her, her powerful arms squeezing me tightly. "I'm so glad you
like me."

She released me and I helped her up. I stared at her in frank admiration
as she towered over me. She caught me staring and stuck her tongue out
at me.

"You know, you're a little old for me," she said with a giggle. Then,
noting my confused and disappointed look, "I'm teasing! You're not that
old." She leaned down to kiss me. "Take me to a movie this weekend."

"Sure," I said.

She smiled and winked. "I gotta run," she said. "See you later." She
bounced happily, picked up her bag, and ran up the street.

"Later," I called after her, then settled back into my seat, taking a
sip of ice water. It was going to be a hot summer.