THE FABULOUS FEMMES OF FAIRDELLS Part 4
By Marlon G. Silversteel  silversteel2002@yahoo.com
Taking a Brake and a Case of the Bends


In the days following the incident at Silverman's Jewelers, I thought about
the gunshot fired at Dani, and the way it seemed not to affect her. I never
got a very satisfactory answer on this. Had the gun misfired, as the perp who
had been holding it no doubt thought? Or were Dani's ab muscles so incredibly
strong that they actually had the power to repel a speeding bullet without
causing her any harm? The more I thought about this, the more I wanted to
know!

I got some degree of satisfaction as August rolled around. Summer was coming
to an end, and Fairdells was having one of its famous northern California
heatwaves before Labor Day. August meant parties around these parts, and the
final days of freedom were usually booked with kids getting together for a
last bash before Fall got under way. One such ritual was the party at the
Elliott place, usually one Friday night in late August. Peter Elliott was a
pretty big name in Fairdells. He was on the town council, owned several of the
businesses, and had a nice-sized piece of property on the outskirts of town.
His daughter Janice was my sister Nancy's age, soon to be a senior in high
school. For the past couple of years, Mr. Elliott had opened his place for the
kids in town to have a summer party. He paid for everything, the food, drinks
(non-alcoholic, of course), and a DJ for dancing. Because of the atmosphere,
most parents were comfortable with letting their kids participate.

This year it was said to be a costume party. I pulled out a Renaissance Faire
outfit from the attic that I had used the year before and got it ready. I was
going to catch a ride from Nancy and her boyfriend Robert. That afternoon, I
got a call from Kat, however, and was asked by her if she could come along
with us as well. Apparently, she didn't have a ride. I was happy to oblige,
needless to say!

Kat showed up to my house that evening a few minutes before we were planning
to leave. I opened the door to let her in, and saw her costume. She was
dressed as Wonder Woman! I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a perfect outfit,
the red, white and blue tight silk, clinging sensuously close to her perfect
figure. Her large, beautiful breasts were cupped in a firm, fitting brassiere,
with a lot of cleavage showing. Her legs were bare, every lovely curve and
muscle revealed. Her long dark hair was draped down over her tan, naked
shoulders, her powerful, sexy arms banded at the wrists with golden cuffs. She
even wore the gold crown on her head. She truly looked like a super-heroine, a
goddess to be sure! And with more strength and power in reality than Lynda
Carter ever had, even on the set a decade ago!

"Wow!" I gasped, smiling, trying not to stare too much at her obvious charms.

"You like?" she asked frivolously, giving a little spin for emphasis. I half
expected the bright light to shine and a transformation to occur, as I had
seen all too often on the TV show as a kid.

"Uh, yeah!" I exclaimed, as if it was obvious. I let her inside, and we
prepared to go to the Elliott place.

Kat and I sat in the back seat of Robert's car, with he and Nancy up front.

"Do you two need a chaperone back there?" my sister teased, looking back at
one point.

"Oh come on, Nancy!" I replied, annoyed.

"Hey, you never know," Kat added, trying to have some fun with my sister.
"John looks so good in those minstrel tights, I might have a hard time keeping
my hands off him!" She ran her hand along my thigh for emphasis. Nancy rolled
her eyes in disgust and turned back around. Kat had no idea how much I was
hoping she wasn't just playing, I thought, wanting so much to run my own hand
along her muscular gams, and much, much more!

We arrived at the party. Everyone was there, and I do mean everyone! Just
about every teenager in town. The Elliotts' had a huge place, several acres.
It allowed for a big crowd ... and opportunities to sneak off with someone
special, at the right time ...

I hung out with some buddies, played some pool, and mingled for quite a while
before Kat approached me.

"Hey, you wanna come outside with me for a bit?" she offered, taking my arm
and walking with me.

It was about 10:00 pm or so. A lot of folks were leaving in small groups to go
find places to party elsewhere (meaning alcohol) or make-out. We were walking
thru the backyard towards the gate when we noticed a group of upperclass guys
and girls slip behind the fence with some beer and head to their cars, no
doubt off to the Point for some late night fun. Kat just shook her head.

"It blows my mind how so many people think you need to get drunk in order to
have fun!" she commented. "Here, let's climb the hill and check out Hacienda
Ridge," she said, opening the gate and going through. "There's a full moon
tonight!"

My imagination was running wild as I followed this beautifully clad female
teen deity through the gate and up the grass-covered hill beyond. We walked
hand in hand to the top of the rise, looking down the other side. The valley
stretched out below, with Hacienda Ridge rising on the other side, the full
moon hanging above, illuminating the night sky with a dim, pale light. It was
breath-taking!

Kat came up alongside me and put her arm around my waist, pulling me close. I
could feel the warmth of her skin, the strength of her embrace. I reached
around her bare, soft shoulders, returning her embrace. My hand brushed across
her hair. She was truly one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen or
touched, and at that moment, she was sharing a full moon with me!

"It's incredible, isn't it?" I sighed, unsure of which view I was referring
to.

Kat turned and looked at me, seeming to guess both halves of my mind. She
leaned in and upward, kissing me gently on the lips.

"Yeah, it is," she replied. "I'm really glad we came to the party together,
John."

I listened as a breeze fluttered by, blowing Kat's hair in my direction. It
tickled my face and my neck. She smelled so wonderful! Along with the breeze,
I could hear the distant sound of a train whistle in the valley below the
hill. A track ran parallel below. A ways beyond was the crossroads where Old
Hacienda Road intersected, leading up to the Ridge, and to the all-popular
Point.

I was about to reach out and pull Kat closer, hoping for a moment closer than
a mere kiss or embrace when we both suddenly turned towards the road below.
Two pairs of headlights shot out into the night, and we heard a horrible
screech. Two cars swerved, then crashed into each other at the crossing!

"Stupid drunk drivers!" Kat fumed. "Don't they know better?"

It was obvious that the two cars were carrying groups of kids, probably
heading up to and coming back from the Point. The two cars had hit each other
pretty hard. They were both mangled, twisted pieces of metal, pinned upon each
other, stuck on the tracks at the crossing. There didn't seem to be any
movement.

"Kat, I think they're in trouble!" I said, alarmed, pulling away from her
slightly to get a better look.

Kat looked as well, her expression changing from disgust to concern. No one
was exiting the vehicles. Were they too seriously hurt? Were they trapped
inside the cars?

Our gazes were diverted the other direction, around the bend of the tracks,
towards the sound of a second train whistle, and a single emerging light of a
freight engine. A train came into view. It wasn't slowing down!

"Oh my God!" I cried out, clutching Kat by the arm. I was no expert at
geometry, but the train wasn't more than a mile or so away from the crossing,
and it was going close to sixty. In another minute, it would be too late! The
train hit the sensor, and the lights started flashing at the crossing, the
bell clanging. Still, no movement from the cars.

"Kat, we gotta do something!" I exclaimed. "They're gonna be killed!"
Instinctively, I started running towards the crossing. Perhaps they were
trapped and needed some help out. Kat grabbed onto me and stopped me with a
quick, powerful, yet gentle jerk.

"No," she said. "There's not enough time." There was a deadly calm and
sobriety in her tone. I looked at her, appalled. This wasn't the same Kat that
I knew!

"Dammit, Kat!" I yelled, trying to get loose of her grasp. "We can't just
stand here! THEY'RE GOING TO BE SQUASHED!!!"

"No they're not," she said, with a firmness and resolution that I wasn't
familiar with. "John, run back to the Elliott's and call 911. Tell them to
send help to the crossing. Then meet me at the Texaco on Old Hacienda
afterwards, okay?"

I knew the Texaco, of course. It was the gas station about a half mile before
the railroad crossing. It would be closed now. What the hell was Kat up to? I
gave her a confused look. Kat saw it.

"Trust me," she said, and gave my cheek a quick caress with her hand before
taking off down the hill toward the tracks below.

I figured she meant go back to the house immediately, but I had to wait. I had
to see what she was going to do. Was she going to move the cars out of the
way? Break the passengers out? No, too risky, I thought. How could she explain
that to the people in the cars or to the rescue crew later? Besides, she was
running towards the train, not the cars.

I continued to watch, my eyes following her movements in the night. I could
see Kat running across the fields trying to intercept the train. Her speed was
incredible! I had never seen anyone run like that before. The strength in her
legs was propelling her at an amazing rate. It was if she was flying just off
the ground! The train was within a couple hundred yards or so of the crossing
by the time she approached the massive locomotive on foot.

For a moment, she ran alongside the train, keeping pace with it, which was
astonishing in itself! She allowed it to gain some until she was directly
behind the caboose, and now running on the tracks. What happened next was
truly awesome and caused me to drop to my knees up on that hill.

As if imitating Wonder Woman herself, Kat extended her muscular arms and
grabbed hold of the back of the caboose, keeping pace with her stride. Then
she started leaning back, pulling with her fantastically strong muscles, and
pushing in resistance with her legs. The effect was uncanny. I could hear the
train start to whine, the wheels starting to lock up and grind. I could see
smoke come up from the tracks where the friction was becoming so great. The
engine was trying to continue its momentum, but it was no use. The power of
the engine was no match against the sheer superhuman strength of the girl
standing behind it, exerting the awesome power of her body!

I continued to watch as the train slowed down, slower ... slower ... until it
finally came to a halt just fifty feet or so from the two wrecked cars. The
engineer had obviously seen the mess by now, and some of the crew were jumping
from the front of the train, running to the scene. I saw Kat let go as the
train stopped, and then carefully, subtly, and discreetly slip around and
disappear into the night, without notice or fanfare. What an incredible girl!

I ran off towards the house and called 911. Kids overhearing me on the phone
started swarming towards the crossing to see the action. I could hear the
sirens approaching, but I headed on foot the other direction, towards the
Texaco. I met Kat there under the cover of darkness. She was waiting for me
around back, her outfit still on, her lips smiling at me, her demeanor not
phased in the slightest.

"So, what did you think of my solution?" she asked playfully.

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying to seem cool.

"Oh come on, John!" she laughed. "Don't tell me for a minute that you didn't
stick around long enough to see me stop that train!"

"Okay," I admitted. "Yes, I saw it, and ... "

"And what?" she chided, obviously enjoying the fact that her strength drove me
crazy.

"And ... I thought you were incredible," I continued, my voice dropping a bit.
I gazed directly into her deep brown eyes. She was so beautiful, in every way!

Kat stepped back for a moment, standing there in all her feminine might,
looking so sexy and strong in her suit. She brought her arms up, posing for
me, and flexed her muscles. I could see her biceps in the pale moonlight, how
powerful they were. I longed to do so much more with those sexy, beautiful
muscles than merely look at them and see them in action!

"So, do you like my muscles, John?" she asked coyly.

"Oh God, Kat!" I exclaimed. "Of course I do! I think you've got such an
incredible body. I love your muscles, your strength!" I could scarcely believe
what I was blurting out, but Kat seemed to love it.

"Good," she replied, lowering her arms. "I'm glad you do, because I want to
show you more, much more."

Without saying another word, Kat took me by the hand and began leading me away
from the Texaco. I had no idea what her plan was, but I was a willing
accomplice, whatever it might be! It was a hot night, and I was sweating
underneath the Renaissance costume. Kat was sweating slightly as well, but it
was a sensual, glistening perspiration in the moonlight, reflecting off of her
lovely tan skin, and curvaceous, muscular figure.

We walked towards town, the thought of the ride in which we arrived at the
party long forgotten. Kat turned left at Black Point Road and walked towards
the town park and community center. What was she up to?

It was well after midnight when we strode up to the gate of the municipal
public swimming pool. There was no one around, and the pool had long been
closed and locked up for the day. The thought of a cool dip in the pool
sounded great after that long walk and other exciting adventures of the
evening, but the gate ... way too high to jump. The fence was a barrier of
vertical iron bars, too close together to slide through. The chain on the door
was another obstacle.

"Wanna go for a swim?" Kat asked, reading my desire no doubt.

"Yeah, sure, but the gate ... " I was about to offer an objection, but then I
remembered just who I was talking to!

Kat just smiled and shook her head. She turned to face the thick iron bars.
The bars had replaced the easy-to-trespass chain link fence a few years back,
when "after-hours" unsupervised dips like the one we were about to do led to
an unfortunate drowning. The town wanted to make sure future accidents were
avoided!

She placed her lovely hands on two adjacent bars, curling her powerful fingers
around the circumference of each. I watched as she began to pull, bending the
two metal rods with her awesome strength, separating them enough for someone
of my size (or hers) to slip through. She stood aside when finished and
gestured through the opening with her hands.

"After you," she said playfully.

Smiling in amazement, which never seemed to fade no matter how often now I had
witnessed such events, I passed by Kat and slipped through the opening into
the pool area. Kat followed, then closed the gap with the same incredible
muscles she had used to open it, leaving no trace in the bars themselves that
they had ever been touched, much less bent with superhuman force!

"Come on," Kat said quietly, walking to the edge of the pool. "Let's hop in
and cool off for a while."

I watched with excitement and delight as she began to remove her Wonder Woman
outfit. At 15, I had never seen a girl completely naked like this before
(other than my sister), not in person. Kat was simply a goddess! She removed
her top, slowly, sensuously, revealing the most beautiful and perfect breasts
in the world. She slipped her tights down, exposing her awesome, muscular abs,
her rounded, divinely-formed thighs, and the most incredible, sexy, dark,
hairy pussy I could have ever imagined! I could feel a definite bulge in my
costume below as I witnessed this display of beauty and power.

"Well, aren't you coming in?" Kat asked, looking behind at me, obviously
enjoying the fact that I was thoroughly enjoying her!

I threw off my costume, and entered the pool naked, my excitement at Kat's
physique quite obvious as well. She smiled at me, and waded over to me,
putting her arms around me and pulling her naked form close to mine. I was
trembling.

"Is this better, John?" she asked me, "or is it even hotter now than before?"
It amazed me how she could be so playful and coy like this. I could barely
remain standing, much less speak!

"I ... I ... " I mumbled. It was no use, I couldn't utter a word, I was so
enthralled. Never in my brief life had I EVER dreamed of something like this!

Kat understood, or so it seemed. She didn't demand a response. Rather, she
turned, placing her lovely ass up against my throbbing submerged member. With
her strong, sexy back to my chest, she took my hands with hers and placed them
on the outside of her thighs. With slow, deliberate motion, she began moving
them upwards, allowing my palms to caress her skin, feeling every inch of her
muscular form. She brought them forward onto her abs, and I could feel the
tightness, the strength, the fortress of steel behind that soft, luscious
flesh. It was clear now how Dani could have repelled that bullet with a mere
flex of her stomach!

Kat continued working my hands upward, touching her breasts. My fingers
caressed her hard nipples. She moaned slightly. She then turned suddenly,
releasing my hands and embracing me in her powerful yet loving arms. I wrapped
mine around her waist, but wanting more than ever to explore even more of her
body.

"Here," Kat said softly, pulling away slightly and taking my hands again. "You
want to feel these, don't you?" She placed my hand on her right bicep, moving
it gently along it with the fingers of her left hand.

I nodded, my breath becoming short. I gulped as I continued to touch and
caress. Her muscles were like nothing I had ever felt before. Such beauty,
such power, such complete femininity. Seeing her do what she did with the
train, the bars, knowing what strength she had, and knowing the tenderness she
expressed with me at this moment, it was more than I could take ...

"Kiss them," she commanded me, holding her arm even closer to my lips, while
flexing it. Without thinking, as if I was her slave, I put my mouth to that
magnificent arm of hers and kissed it, feeling the strength of her body on my
lips.

It was overwhelming. I convulsed suddenly in pleasure as I felt my load
released beneath in the water. I looked down, seeing the slow trickle of white
seeping from my cock into the pool. I felt extremely awkward, embarrassed, and
kind of funny, as if dizzy, in a strange, delightful, euphoric kind of way.

Kat saw it as well, but smiled and simply hugged me gently, kissing me on the
lips passionately.

"It's okay," she whispered. I felt my knees start to weaken, but Kat took hold
of me and walked with me, supporting me in my rapture, out of the pool. We lay
together close, me on my back, her head on my chest, upon the grassy bank a
few feet from the pool's edge.

"I hope they put chlorine in over the weekend and run the pool sweep," Kat
commented, brushing her lips across my shoulder and onto my neck.

The sensation of her touch tickled me slightly, but her wit made me laugh. I
pulled her close, hugging her, enjoying the way her body felt next to mine.

"Kat, you're incredible!" I stated, looking up at the full moon above.

"I know," she replied, kissing me on the cheek. "But don't tell me too often,
or it'll go to my head." She ran her hand along my thigh and gave my now
flaccid cock a gentle squeeze!

(to be continued)