Gotta Have Faith
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Drew's hard life was about to improve.  All it took was a little Faith.


This is the first story I've posted in some time. I hope you like it.

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My mother died when I was just a kid. I took it hard, but my father took it
even harder. He became a drunken mess and pretty much left me to raise myself.
Maybe I didn't do such a great job, but all things considered, I think I did
pretty well.

I mostly stayed out of my father's way. The one thing that he did that I
looked forward to was that every month he bought a particular pornographic
magazine that I'm sure most of you have heard of. After he'd pass out as he
did most nights around 9PM, I would greedily devour the latest issue. Of
course, I liked the pictorials. I was especially fond of the busty models -
the bigger the tits, the more I liked them. I also had a real yen for models
with that "girl next door" look.

But, as much as I liked the pictures, my favorite feature was the letters
section which was filled with supposed true stories of readers' incredible
sexual exploits. It seemed like half of the letters began, "I was a junior at
a large state university. I never thought anything like this would happen to
me." Of course, I knew that most these letters were phony but ... .

I liked them because most of the time, the descriptions of the girls in the
stories were vague enough that it was mostly left to me to imagine what they
looked like. Over time, I developed a remarkably vivid imagination. The women
in my head far surpassed the models on the page. I mean, let's face it, even
the hottest models in porn magazines are bound to have some imperfections.

Maybe their face is perfect, but their tits aren't big enough. Maybe their
tits are amazing, but their hips are too hide or not wide enough. It all comes
down to personal taste, of course, but I never saw a model in any of my
father's magazines that met my ultimate standard of feminine perfection. To be
honest, I doubted that such a woman actually existed.

But this didn't matter when I read the letters section since he girls I
visualized were all impossibly gorgeous and as flawless as I could imagine
them. Plus, I would often use these letters as mere jumping off points for my
own sexual fantasies. That's because I have certain... preferences when it
comes to the women in my sexual fantasies. These preferences might be
considered a little unusual to some, but to me they seem as normal as apple
pie.

This should be enough to know before hearing my amazing story. I'll catch up
on any other important details along the way. Believe it or not, I really was
a junior at a large state university, and I really didn't think anything like
this would ever happen to me. But I swear, every word I'm about to write down
is 100% true, and my story is much wilder than any story I ever read in any of
my father's skin mags.

I was sitting in a rundown coffee house one early morning before classes. I'd
barely scraped together the money I needed to buy a cup of coffee. This was
not a Starbucks; I could not afford Starbucks. Hell, I could barely afford to
drink the swill in the crappy place I was in. But I needed a coffee. I'd been
up most of the night finishing an abnormal psyche paper that was due later
that morning. I could not afford to fail. I was one failing class away from
flunking out of school.

I glanced over towards the door when Faith walked in. What was a girl like her
doing in a dump like this? What was a girl like her doing on this Earth? As I
mentioned before, I have an extremely active imagination when it came to
creating beautiful women in my head. Faith was by far more beautiful and sexy
than any woman I'd ever dreamed up.

And I should make it clear that prior to this, I didn't limit myself to
looking at the women in my father's porn magazines. I also spent hours every
week scouring the internet looking at the hottest women in the world. I'd
become something of an expert when it came to the hottest of the hot internet
babes. And as I said, I had the ability to imagine even hotter hotties in my
head. Faith blew ALL of these other women - real and imagined - out of the
water.

I found out later that Faith had just recently turned eighteen. What I could
see with my own eyes was that she was around 5'4" and weighed around 125 lbs.
She had gorgeous golden blonde hair that fell a few inches below her shoulders
and a perfect hourglass figure with a slim waist and phenomenal round, womanly
hips. Even before I saw her from behind, I knew that she had a tight, round
ass. There was no way God would create such perfection without giving her a
wonderfully tight, round ass.

Even with the big, loose-fitting sweater she was wearing, it was clear that
she had amazing, breasts. I could tell that they were at least DD's and very
firm and round. Even from across the room, her big blue eyes seemed to glow
with their own inner light. Her face was girl-next-door cute, and as anyone
could see instantly, her easy, ready smile could illuminate any room like the
sun emerging from behind a dark cloud after a summer cloudburst.

And it wasn't just her smile either. Somehow, just by walking into the room,
the coffee house seemed transformed. To carry the sun emerging from behind a
dark cloud comparison further, it was as if I could hear birds singing in the
background. I could swear I felt a warm breeze on the back of my neck. The
place suddenly seemed to smell more like a fresh meadow than it did a third
rate coffee house.

Just one look at Faith, and I felt something I hadn't felt in a long, long
time. I felt hope. It wasn't hope that I could somehow, someday ever be with
her. I didn't dare hope anything as ridiculous as that. I just felt better
knowing that someone as beautiful as Faith could exist. Somehow, that made me
believe that someday something wonderful might happen to me.

That feeling lasted about three seconds. The next person to walk in the door
was Mr. Perfect. Mr. Perfect was what I called Chip, the asshole who rented
the house across the street from where I lived. He was also a college student,
but that was the ONLY thing he and I had in common. Where I was always broke
and had to work for whatever spending money I had, his rich parents rained
money on him whenever he wanted it. Whereas I was an below average looking
slob, with round shoulders and a fat stomach, Chip was handsome with broad
shoulders, an athlete's body and ripped abs. He always looked like a model
from a high-end men's clothing catalogue. Whereas my romantic life was purely
hypothetical, Chip had a steady stream of hot chicks coming in and out of his
place night and day.

That's why I nicknamed him "Mr. Perfect". He lived in a nice little two
bedroom house that his parents rented for him. I lived in what amounted to
little more than a shack. I lived by myself because no one else would live in
such horrible conditions. My landlord owned several rental houses in my
neighborhood, including the house that Mr. Perfect rented. He gave me a
reduced rent in exchange for mowing the lawns and doing light house repairs on
his other properties. That meant that among other things, I mowed Mr.
Perfect's lawn.

Anyway, my heart fell to me feet when I saw Chip enter the coffee house right
behind the girl of beyond my dreams. It wasn't that I thought I had a chance
with her, but it bothered me to think that a woman with so much inner light
would be Chip's latest conquest. How was I to know then that Faith was no
man's conquest? I'm sure that these feelings of defeat and hopelessness showed
on my face.

I wanted to look away, but like some horrible ten car pileup, I was compelled
keep looking. From their body language and gestures, it slowly dawned on me
that Faith and Chip were not together after all. However it wasn't from lack
of trying on Chip's part. He obviously followed her into the coffee shop
because that's the only way Chip would be caught dead in such a low class
establishment.

Furthermore, he was clearly doing everything he could - trying every ploy in
his arsenal "" to win her over. To my delight, she was obviously not having
any of it. She continued to smile at him. She seemed like she was trying to
let him down easy, but she wasn't buying what he was selling. She repeatedly
shook her head "no" at him and waved him off.

I'll give ol' Chip credit for hanging in there though. He followed her to the
counter as she placed her order. He continued to follow her when she came over
and sat at the table that was right next to mine. He sort of gave me that
"S'up" head nod thing like we were buds or something. The only time he'd ever
taken notice of me before this was a few times when he gave me a look like I
was bug goo that he'd scraped off his shoe.

Chip turned his attention back to Faith, "Come on, baby, let me take you to a
nicer place and take care of you. I'll treat you right."

"Oh no," she said, "That wouldn't do at all. First of all, as a woman, it's my
job to take care of you." Chip lit up when he heard this. Apparently the
thought of Faith "taking care" of him excited him. I could relate to that. He
started to say something, but Faith kept talking. "Besides, you don't need me.
Just look at you! You don't need me at all."

"Sure I do, baby," Chip protested. Yeah, right! He needed her alright. He
needed her to wrap her huge tits around his cock!

"No you don't," Faith countered, "Now, please leave me alone. I've made it
clear that you're wasting your time with me. You're not my type. You should
leave now." Even though she was firmly declining his advances, Faith had a way
of doing so in such a disarming way that she still seemed sweet about it. Even
a spoiled prick like Chip didn't seem overly put off by her rejection.

He smiled that Mr. Perfect smile at her (even I had to admit that he was a
charming son-of-a-bitch) and said, "Okay, I'll leave for now, but this isn't
over." Faith didn't watch him as he walked away. When he was gone, she looked
at me and said, "I was starting to think that he was not a gentleman."

I want to tell her that she was right - that he was not a gentleman at all.
I'd seen Chip treat women coming out of his house early in the morning like
shit. I wanted to tell her that Chip was a royal prick! Instead I just sort of
mumbled something that sounded vaguely like I was agreeing with her.

She stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, my name is Faith. I'm new to the area."

I took her hand. It felt warm - almost hot. When her hand clamped down on
mine, I was surprised at how strong her grip was for such a delicate hand.
"I'm Drew," I managed to croak out.

"Are you a student at the university, Drew?" she asked me. I nodded my head.
If someone would have told me what her next move would be, I would have told
them they were crazy, but as God is my witness, Faith got up from the table
next to me and sat down at my table. And she didn't sit across from me either.
She sat down next to me!

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "That was very rude of me; you might not want
company. Is it okay if I sit here?"

I wanted to tell her that just sitting this close to a woman who looked like
her was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Instead I said, "Uh, it's
okay I guess." I could feel my cock start to stiffen.

Before going on, I need to say something about Faith's voice. I can only think
of two words that can describe it: musical and enchanting. Her voice was just
as beguiling as the rest of her which was saying quite a lot!

"Tell me about yourself," she said. What could I tell her - that I was a loser
who was barely scraping by on a small trust fund set up by my paternal
grandfather? Thank God he had the foresight to put it away for me in such a
way that my drunk of a father couldn't drink it away. The thing is my
grandfather stipulated that the money could ONLY be used to send me to
college. The problem was I wasn't much of a student.

Plus, the money wasn't really enough for me to live on. It paid my tuition and
for books. I was forced to scramble constantly for spending money and still
keep up with my studies.

I had a beat up car, but I could hardly afford the insurance or even the gas.
I had a leaky roof over my head, but just barely. There were times when I just
wanted to give up and get a job at a box store or something. But my
grandfather set up this trust fund for me. It was the best he could do, and I
didn't want to see it go to waste.

I sort of told Faith a watered down version of my life story leaving out the
parts that made me look like a giant loser. It wasn't easy.

She was supernaturally easy to talk to. I opened up to her more than I'd ever
opened up to anyone ever before in my life. I revealed some of my deepest
thoughts, desires and fears to her. Even trying hard to not sound like a
loser, I concluded my pathetic narrative with, "I guess I sound like kind of a
sad sack, huh?"

Faith touched my arm tenderly. A wave of heat passed through my body generated
by the warmth of her touch. She looked me with those big blue illuminated eyes
and with great sincerely and compassion said, "Not at all, Drew! If you ask
me, you sound positively heroic. You just need someone to believe in you and
take care of you."

Heroic? Me? I didn't know what this chick was smoking, but I liked the effect
it had on her. She made me feel so good - like I could take on the world. I
wanted to do something for her. Without thinking I blurted out, "Can I buy you
a muffin or something?"

She melted my heart with her sweet smile and said, "Thank you; that would be
very nice." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the handful of change I
had. Of course I didn't have enough to buy a muffin.

Faith instantly understood the situation and said, "But I insist that you let
me pay."

"I ... I couldn't do that," I protested weakly even though in truth I couldn't
do anything else. I started to rise; I wanted to flee. Instead, Faith stood up
first and placed her sweet, dainty hand on my shoulder. With much more force
than she should have been capable of, she pushed me back down into my chair.
Despite the force she used, her actions came off as loving rather than overly
aggressive.

"Nonsense," she said, "You've been so sweet to me. The least I can do is buy
you a muffin. Banana nut or blueberry?"

She was taking control, and I liked it. She seemed to want to take care of me,
and I wanted more than anything to be taken care of by her. "Banana nut," I
replied.

She turned and bounded over to the counter. I watched her spectacular ass as
she bounced away. I was right; God had not disappointed. I wondered how any
ass could look so round and tight and perfect.

She was back in a few seconds with two muffins - banana nut for me and
blueberry for her. "Guess what!" she said.

"What?"

"I turned out that neither one of had to pay for these muffins because Brandon
said they were on the house. Wasn't that sweet of him?"

"Who's Brandon?" I asked jealously.

"He's the nice boy behind the counter," she explained. I'd been coming to this
coffee shop off and on for a couple of years - at least when I could get
together enough money for a coffee. In all the time I'd been coming here, I
never gotten anything on the house. Of course, I didn't look like Faith. And
to be fair, I also hadn't bothered to learn Brandon's name either.

We talked for several more minutes. I tried to ask her about herself, but she
only wanted to know more about me. How could I explain to her that I'd almost
exhausted the topic of me? I didn't want to tell her that my father was a
drunk or that I didn't really have any close friends or that I was on the
verge of flunking out of school.

"Please, tell me about yourself," I implored.

"Oh, I'm nothing special," she said. Either she was being overly modest to a
ridiculous extreme or she possessed an alarming lack of self-awareness. "I'm
just new to the area and looking to make new friends," she said. "Will you be
my first new friend?" she asked.

"What about Chip?" I asked. For a second or two she looked like she didn't
know who I was talking about.

"Oh him!" she finally remembered. "No, I don't think that Chip is really my
friend. He only likes me because I'm so incredibly hot."

So she DID know that she was an exceptionally beautiful young woman. And yet
she still thought of herself and "nothing special". "No, you're my first new
friend and Brandon is my second." She took a second to glance Brandon's way
and gave him a little wave by wiggling the fingers on her right hand. He waved
back. I was starting to really not like Brandon.

I noticed the wall clock out of the corner of my eye. "Shit!" I cried.

"What is it?" Faith asked.

"If I don't hurry, I'll be late for my abnormal psyche class. I've got a paper
due, and the abnormal psyche professor doesn't accept assignments that are
handed in late. I'msorrybutIgottarun!"

By the time I finished saying it, I was half-way to the door. I hit the
pavement and started running towards campus. I left my car at home that
morning because I was saving the last of the gas to go to the grocery store.
Unfortunately, between where I was now and the building where my abnormal
psyche class was, there was a steep hill. I wasn't in the greatest shape in
the world. In fact I was in terrible shape so I knew I would never make it.

Was this the final joke that the universe was playing on me. Did the gods put
this amazing woman in my path just to make me late for class? Yeah, that
sounded about right.

Suddenly, I felt a tug on the back of my jacket collar. I was being hoisted up
on to the handlebars of a bicycle. "Give me directions," shouted a voice that
I now recognized as Faith's. She was peddling like crazy and speeding up the
steep hill with me sitting on the handlebars and holding on for dear life.

I never would have thought it possible for anyone to peddle up that hill so
quickly - especially with a passenger riding up front like I was - but we flew
up that hill like that bike had wings. I don't know exactly how fast we were
going, but I'm sure that if there had been cars driving at the post speed
limit of thirty-five miles an hour, Faith and I would have been passing them!

"Straight ahead!" I shouted and then "Right at the next street." Next thing I
knew we were in front of the classroom building that was my destination.

I glanced at my watch. "Shit!" I cried again, "I'll never make it!"

"I can't say that I approve of that vulgar language," Faith scolded, "But give
me your backpack and tell me what room your class is in. I'll get it there on
time."

It seemed ridiculous. She had less than two minutes to get up three flights of
stairs and down the hall to the other side of the building. But what did I
have to lose? I handed her my backpack. "Room 347!" I shouted. I watched as
she disappeared up the stairs.

I followed behind as best I could, but she was out of sight within seconds. By
the time I got there several minutes later, Faith was standing outside the
classroom talking to my professor. The rest of the class was waiting inside
the room for him to begin class.

I need to stress that what I just described was unprecedented. Professor Fears
NEVER started class late. He was an absolute nut when it came to punctuality.
He didn't tolerate tardiness among his students, and he especially did not
allow himself to be late.

By the time I reached the room, I was out of breath and sweating like a pig.
Faith looked fresh and calm. "There you are," she said. "I was just explaining
to Rufus that you were running a little late. When I explained to him that it
was all my fault, he was very sweet and understanding about it."

She'd known him for just a minute of two, and she was calling my abnormal
psyche professor by his first name. I'm sure that he'd insisted.

"Compose yourself, lad," he instructed, "Catch your breath and when you're
ready, we'll all begin class." Somehow, Faith had gotten one of the most
tight-ass professors in the entire university to hold class for a complete
nobody like me.

This was the beginning. I was starting to understand. Just being Faith's
friend - just knowing her and having her in my life - meant that I wasn't such
a nobody. I even got the incredible feeling that maybe I never had been.

I hardly heard a word the professor said during class. I was too busy thinking
about the beautiful and incredible angel I'd met just a short time ago. I
prayed that she'd be waiting for me in the hall when class was over. But just
as surely as I hoped she'd be there, my overwhelming belief was that she'd be
long gone. I'd probably never see her again.

But then a miracle occurred. When I walked out of class, she was there waiting
for me! "How was class?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess," I replied. It seemed like such a natural question, but I
realized that no one had ever asked me that before. The truth was, no one had
ever taken much of an interest in me at all. And now, the most amazing woman
I'd ever met - or ever dreamed of meeting - seemed completely interested in
and fascinated by me. It was a strange feeling, but I didn't hate it.

I had a few more classes that morning, and Faith walked with me to them. And
at the end of each class, she was waiting outside for me. The thing I really
noticed as we walked along was that everyone - male and female - seemed to
notice Faith and me as we passed them.

I knew that it wasn't really me that they were noticing. I knew this to be so
because of the hundreds of other times I'd walked across campus alone. No one
ever took notice of me. I had been beyond anonymous. I was a cipher. Even if I
was just the moon reflecting the light and the warmth of the sun which was
Faith, reflected light and warmth was better than the cold, cold darkness I'd
known in the past.

But it was impossible to NOT notice Faith as she walked - or more correctly -
bounced along. And it wasn't that she was dressed to kill either. As I said
before, she was wearing a loose fitting sweater. Even so her big boobs were
impossible to hide. Other than that, she was wearing non-designer jeans and
red Keds on her feet.

Even dressed as inconspicuous as she was, there was something about Faith. It
was like she had a golden aura surrounding her. I'm not saying that actual
golden light encircled her, but she oozed confidence and competence and
self-reliance and ... and ... she was just so cool! I don't mean that she was
aloof or detached. Faith was true and friendly. She was earnest and sweet.
Even though she was almost impossibly attractive, she seemed approachable.

And there was one other thing. There was an air of power around Faith -
indefinable, unmistakable and irrepressible. It was there; it was ALWAYS
present.

When I came out of my final class for the day, my heart fell to my feet. Faith
wasn't waiting for me. "I knew this was too good to last," I muttered quietly,
"Things like this just don't happen to a loser like me." I felt like crying.

I made my lonely trek home only to find the front door of my hovel open. My
first thought was that I'd been robbed. But when I stepped inside, I heard
beautiful singing coming from the kitchen, and my olfactory was assaulted by a
heavenly aroma.

To my delight, it was Faith cooking fried chicken. I was almost too afraid to
question my good luck for fear that I would abruptly wake up from the
wonderful dream I was having. The only thing I could utter was, "What? Why?"

"I figured you could use a good meal?" Faith said as if it was the most
natural thing in the world for a gorgeous woman that I hardly knew to come
over to my house and volunteer to cook for me. I didn't even know how she
found out where I lived, but I wasn't going to question it.

A few minutes later, we were sitting down to a candle light dinner of the most
delicious food that I'd ever eaten. In addition to the fried chicken there was
mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, steamed veggies and homemade from
scratch biscuits. This was infinitely more satisfying than the can of tuna
that I'd expected to have for dinner that night.

And there was so much food! "Where did all this come from?" I asked.

"There are these places called grocery stores where they sell food. Maybe
you've heard of them," Faith replied playfully. I was too terrified to ask why
she was going to all this trouble, but my eyes must have asked the question
anyway. "I'm doing all this because I like you," she stated simply. My heart
beat so hard that I thought it would jump out of my chest.

After eating my fill, Faith cleared the table and washed the dishes - she
insisted. I wanted to thank her by taking her into my arms and kissing her
beautiful lips. I wanted to beg her to spend the night. But who was I kidding?
I didn't have the experience to make those kinds of moves.

"Didn't you tell me that you had a big chemistry test in two days?" Faith
asked. I nodded. In fact, I was one failed test away from failing chemistry
and one failed class away from flunking out of school. So this test was
crucial. "Let me see your notes," Faith requested.

I took out my ancient laptop and showed her my chemistry notes. She looked
over my disorganized jumble. "Can I borrow your textbook?" she asked. She
flipped through it. "Did you make these highlights?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied sheepishly.

After determining that I didn't have any early morning classes the next day
Faith said, "How about if you look over your notes tonight. Meanwhile, I'll
borrow your textbook tonight, and I'll come back here tomorrow morning at 5AM
sharp and we'll study for your chemistry test together."

"Okay." By this point, Faith was undoubtedly in charge, and I was more than
happy to go along and do as I was told.

"Remember to look over your notes tonight, but I also want you to go to bed
early. A good night's sleep is important. Now... walk me to the door, please."
At the door, Faith gave me a big hug. I could feel her firm DD breasts
pressing against me. I couldn't help getting an instant erection. Her arms
were strong and her grip was powerful.

"I can feel your hard cock pressed against me," Faith said matter-of-factly.

My face became hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't be; I like it," she said. A minute later she was gone.

So I looked over my chemistry notes, but not until after I furiously
masturbated. And after studying my notes and doing a little more reading for
another class, I went to bed and masturbated again before falling into a deep
and contented sleep.

And here's the thing, as I beat my meat, I thought of Faith both times. It
wasn't an idealized version of Faith (Okay, maybe I imagined her with slightly
bigger boobs), but it was definitely Faith - a real live girl - that was now
my ultimate fantasy.

I forgot to set my alarm clock so I woke up the next morning at 5AM when Faith
knocked at my door. Since I was naked from the night before I threw on my
shabby robe and ran to the door to let her in.

As we stood there at the door, Chip was coming out of his house across the
street for his morning run. He looked over and saw me letting Faith in. He did
not look happy; he gave me a look that was clearly meant to intimidate. But
fuck Mr. Perfect.

Before letting her in, I noticed Faith looking down. I glanced down and
noticed that my robe was opened slightly, and my penis was exposed. I looked
back at Faith who was still staring at it. She looked kind of glassy eyed, and
she licked her lips. Embarrassed, I quickly turned and closed my robe.

While I got dressed, Faith made coffee and scrambled eggs. She'd bought the
eggs the day before. Afterwards, we got right into studying for my upcoming
chemistry test. Within a few minutes, it was clear that Faith knew the subject
matter very well.

"How do you know all this stuff? Are you a chemistry major?"

"No, I'm not a student. I read your textbook last night?"

"You read my..? The whole thing? When did you sleep?"

"I'm a fast reader," she replied casually, "Besides, I don't need much sleep.
And by the way, I noticed that a lot of your highlights were way off. You
missed a lot of the key points." She showed me the textbook where she had made
her own highlights with a different color highlighter. In a few places, our
highlights overlapped, but mostly they did not.

Just as Faith was an excellent bicycle rider and cook, she turned out to be a
stellar tutor. She knew the subject matter, and she seemed to know just what
to focus on. She also displayed an uncanny ability to break down the
information and to explain complex data in a way that made it easy for anyone
to understand. After an hour or so, I found myself understanding chemistry
like I'd never understood it before.

Finally, I asked, "Is there anything you aren't great at?"

Faith thought about it for a few seconds. "Not that I can think of. In fact,
back home I won a contest." Anyone else saying something like this would have
sounded like bragging. With Faith, I knew that she was just being honest.

"Back home? Where is that?" I asked. I wanted to know everything there was to
know about this gorgeous and fascinating young woman who I'd already come to
regard as almost a guardian angel. She was like a force of nature - like a
benevolent whirlwind.

"I'll tell you all about it one of these days," Faith promised, "But right now
let's get back to chemistry." Within another hour I had a pretty firm grasp of
the material. "You've got a fine intellect," Faith assured me. "You just need
to discipline your brain and organize your thoughts a little better. Mostly
what you need is someone to believe in you."

She was right, and I knew it. It had been so long since anyone believed in me
- not since before my mother got sick and eventually died. The next day I
found myself doing something that had been almost inconceivable before I met
Faith. I looked forward to getting out of bed in the morning. Life began to
look like a grand adventure rather than a chore.

I ended up getting a solid B on my chemistry test. By the next day, a pattern
had been set. Faith became a permanent and welcome fixture in my life. She
cooked most of our meals. She tutored me in all of my classes, and my grades
vastly improved. She even cleaned and organized my place so that living there
wasn't so depressing.

She showed me how to organize my thoughts and how to take better classroom
notes. She tinkered with my 15th generation laptop so that it ran at high
speeds and worked better than when it was new.

Soon there was almost no part of my life that Faith had not made better. While
I was in class, she did little repairs on his my home - she painted it inside
and out so that it actually looked more like a cottage than a shack. She even
painted beautiful original watercolors and oil paintings to hang on my bare
walls.

And that was just the beginning. She washed and ironed my clothes so that I no
longer looked like a slob. She even did both body and mechanical work on my
car so that it ran like new and looked "classic" rather than "old".

While this was going on, Chip couldn't help but notice that Faith was at my
place all the time. She told me that he approached her a few times when he
caught her outside alone and tried to get her to go out with him.

Faith consistently rebuffed his advances. She was always polite about it, but
she was also quite firm. "No thank you," she would say.

Chip was not used to rejection, and he didn't take it well. He became
increasingly resentful and shot me dagger-filled looks whenever he saw me.
Finally one afternoon when Faith was not around (She was at the Ace Hardware
buying a new washer to put in the kitchen faucet.), he marched across the
street and confronted me.

"What's the deal with you and that Faith chick anyway?" he asked.

"She's my friend," I replied. I knew that "friend" was not a big enough word
to describe what Faith was to me, but I didn't feel like explaining to the
royal prick that Faith was my all, my everything, my world and my main reason
for getting out of bed in the morning.

"Is she fucking you?" It didn't escape me that Chip worded the question "Is
she fucking you?" and not "Are you fucking her?" or "Are you two fucking?" It
was clear that he thought that the only way Faith and I could be having sex
was if she initiated it as if sex with me would be like an act of charity.

This hit a little too close to home. Despite our extreme emotional and
spiritual connection, other than the occasional hug or kiss on the cheek,
there hadn't been any physical intimacy between Faith and me.

I guess this was because of my lack of experience with women. I knew that
Faith liked me, but I just didn't know if she "like liked" me. I was too timid
to make any kind of move to get physical with her. My greatest fear was that
what Chip implied was true - that Faith was only taking pity on me. I was
hopelessly in love with her, but how could she be in love with a loser like
me?

"That's none of your business," I told him. He smiled at this. He could tell
that Faith and I were not having sex. He was stupid enough to think that this
meant that he still had a chance with her. But I knew Faith well enough to
know that she would never hook up with a jackass like him no matter what.

I wanted to smash in his arrogant face, but he was bigger than me. "Besides,
what's it to you anyway?" I asked. My tone was confrontational. Before Faith
came into my life I never would have talked to Chip this way. Her constant and
unconditional devotion was starting to make me feel like someone who could
stand up for myself a little bit.

"I like her," Chip said as if that was all he should have to say to get me to
quietly step aside. He didn't know Faith at all.

"Faith is free to be with anyone she wants," I said, "And she doesn't want to
be with you."

"Bullshit!" Chip cursed, "You've got some kind of loser voodoo spell on her or
something."

Just then Faith came driving up in my car which she had borrowed to go to the
hardware store. She got out. "What's going on here?" she asked.

"Dave and I are having a little talk," Chip replied.

"His name if Drew," Faith corrected.

"Whatever," Chip responded. He was clearly running out of patience. "The point
is, why are you fucking this loser when you could be fucking me?"

"Well, Chip, not that it's any of your business but...." She looked like she
was going to say more, but then she concluded, "Actually, it's none of your
business."

"How can you pass up sleeping with me to be with this loser?" he asked. Then
to drive his point home, he punched me hard in the stomach.

I was instantly in a world of pain. I'd never been hit so hard in my life. It
was as if every molecule of oxygen had fled my body. I doubled over and fell
to the ground gasping for air.

Faith was instantly kneeling at my side. She placed her hand gently on my
back. "Just breathe, sweetheart. Try to breathe."

It was as if Faith's touch and voice possessed magic healing properties
because I found it possible to breathe again. Soon I was breathing more or
less normally. "Are you okay, honey?" Faith asked. I was still in pain, but I
would have gladly gone though this pain and more just to hear Faith call me
"sweetheart" and "honey" again.

"What a wimp!" Chip observed. He actually expected Faith to be impressed with
his idiotic display of macho superiority. Most of the airhead bimbos he had
sex with would have been. He was magnificent in his commitment to being an
asshole. "So, you want to come over to my place now?" he asked Faith.

After double checking to make sure that I was really okay, Faith stood up
slowly... deliberately.... "Sure, I'll go to your place," Faith replied, "On
one condition."

"What condition?" Chip asked.

"Since you like hitting people in the stomach so much, I want you to hit me in
the stomach." Chip laughed. He said that he didn't commit violence against
women. This surprised me. I always figured that date rape was one of his
hobbies.

"That's too bad," Faith countered, "Because I like it a little rough." She
pushed her huge breasts forward. Even though she was wearing another of her
ever-present loose fitting sweaters, her big, round breasts were impossible to
ignore.

"If you were able to hit me hard enough to make me double over like Drew did,
I'd be willing to go back to your place and do whatever you wanted me to do.
Whatever. You. Want."

Chip gulped. "I wouldn't want to hit you hard," he said.

"You're a lot bigger than me," Faith pointed out. "Surely you wouldn't have to
hit me very hard." This argument seemed to convince Chip, so he hit Faith in
the tummy with what amounted to little more than a tap. "Is that all you've
got?" she sneered at him.

Predictably, this got Chip to hit her stomach a little harder. She laughed at
him. I stood up and watched. I wondered what the hell her plan was, but I knew
Faith well enough to know that she had a plan. I also had enough faith in
Faith to know that whatever her plan was, it would work.

Chip kept hitting Faith in the stomach harder and harder with Faith taunting
and prodding him until he was putting everything he had into his punches. To
my amazement, even with Chip punching as hard as he could, Faith didn't seem
to feel it. The superior smile on her beautiful face never went away.

"I thought you were supposed to be tough," she goaded. Chip stopped hitting
her and looked at his knuckles. That's when I noticed that they were bleeding!
"Why did you stop?" Faith asked even though I'm pretty sure she knew.

Chip was close to tears. "My hands," he said, "They hurt."

"Keep hitting me," Faith demanded.

"No," Chip recoiled. "If I keep this up, my hands are going to break." He
turned and started to walk away. Faith reached out and grabbed him by the
collar. She pulled him back.

"You're not going anywhere," she said, "You like hitting people so much,
you're going to keep hitting me until I say you can stop."

Chip hit Faith in the stomach with a tap that was even lighter than his first
hit. "No! Hit me hard," Faith demanded.

"No! I won't do it," Chip insisted. I could hardly believe what I was seeing
when Faith reached out and grabbed chip by the collar of the jacket he was
wearing and lifted him off his feet! He must have outweighed her by more than
fifty pounds, but she lifted him up like he weighed nothing.

Then she took her right hand away but continued lifting Chip off the ground
with just her left hand. She balled up her right fist and said, "Let me put it
this way, either you hit me as hard as you can as many times as I tell you to,
or I'm going to hit you!"

I don't know if it was her authoritative "mom voice" or the fact that she was
easily lifting him off the ground with one hand, but Chip looked terrified.
"Do you understand?" she asked as he put the stupid jock back down.

"Y-y-y-yes," Chip stammered.

"Then do it!" Chip must have believed that the danger was real because he
punched Faith hard even though his knuckles were already bruised and bloody.
"Harder!" she demanded. "HARDER!" she yelled. "Now use the other hand!" Chip
continued punching until he was openly sobbing. His hands were bloody messes,
and he could hardly even form fists.

"Okay, you can stop now," she said. She took Chips hands in hers and examined
them. "Both of your hands are broken," she concluded. She looked at me. "Drew,
would you be a lamb and drive Chip to the Student Health Center?"

Two minutes later I was driving to the Student health Center with Chip sobbing
in the back seat.

When I got back home, Faith had fixed the kitchen sink and was busy baking an
apple pie. "I thought we could have it for desert later," she explained. "Did
you get Chip to the health center okay?"

"Yes," I replied. "Faith, what you did... it was... that was...."

She walked towards me. She asked in a voice that seemed to me to be more
breathy than usual. "Yes... what I did... what did you think of that?"

"How? I mean, are you wearing armor or something under your sweater?"

Faith giggled. "No, of course not. I don't need it. Here, let me show you."
With that she whipped off her bulky pullover sweater. Underneath, she was
wearing a tight t-shirt that was stretched out around her enormous tits. The
cotton fabric hugged her beautiful form. The fabric didn't quite reach the
tops of her jeans so her flat belly peaked out slightly.

She lifted the bottom of her shirt to reveal her cut, toned six pack. I'd
never seen anyone with such ripped abs. "There's no way a wimp like Chip could
hit hard enough to penetrate this muscle," she said. "I didn't even feel his
pathetic punches."

Maybe I should have been insulted by Faith calling Chip's punches pathetic
considering that it only took one of them to take me out completely, but I was
way too busy being turned on to worry about it.

She next whipped off her t-shirt to reveal her full, round, firm breasts
barely contained in a tiny, overstuffed bra. Her shoulders and arms were as
ripped as her abs. She did a light flex which caused her biceps to spring to
life. She wasn't built like a female bodybuilder, but more like a fitness
model - a fitness model with the most toned muscles ever.

With her biceps still flexed she said, "There's no way that Chip could ever
hope to be as strong as I am. After all, I'm a woman." The vision of Faith's
tight, flexed muscles, her ample, round, firm breasts, her beautiful face with
her sweet smile and those big blue eyes and her flowing blonde locks was
almost too much to take in all at once. I was so overwhelmed by her that my
knees buckled, and I almost fell.

In fact, I think I would have fallen if Faith had not reacted and instantly
sprung to my side. She helped me sit down in one of my mismatched kitchen
chairs. Now she was standing over me with her nearly exposed massive tits
slightly higher than my eye level. She looked down at my lap.

"My goodness, that's some erection you have there," she giggled. I could feel
my face flushing red. Faith gently placed her soft, loving hands on both sides
of my face and tilted my head towards her. "Don't be embarrassed; I glad that
I turn you on. I'm flattered."

Emboldened by her tender touch and words, I reached out and placed my right
hand on her upper thigh. Even through her jeans I could tell that her thigh
was very firm and as tight as her upper body. I was even more turned on than
before.

What was truly amazing however was that as soon as I touched Faith, she seemed
almost as aroused as I was. "Ooooooohhh, I love the feel of your hand on my
thigh," she moaned.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh yes, honey," she sighed. She stepped back and quickly removed her pants to
reveal her bare toned and muscular legs. "Touch my thigh like that again," she
implored.

I want to please her, so this time I used both hands and placed them on both
of her thighs. I could feel her powerful muscles tense when I made contact.
Her thighs felt like steel cables encased in silk. She let out another low,
contented moan.

"Drew, would you please...?" I looked up at her, my eyes begging her to tell
me what she wanted. "Please, touch my ass? Please, darling?" I couldn't
believe that such a beautiful girl was begging a chubby loser like me to
caress her ass.

I slid both hands around and cupper her ass cheeks in my trembling hands. "Oh,
sweetheart, your touch is... it makes me feel so... oh baby, slide your hands
under my panties... pleeeaasssse."

Again, I did as I she requested. Her ass was firm and round and smooth. I
began to squeeze and to rub with both hands. She began a slow moan from the
deepest recesses of her soul. The moan grew slowly louder and more intense.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and gripped them tightly - but not too
tightly thank God. She began to wiggle her ass as I continued to knead it with
my fingers. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and the erotic moan
became more like the howl of a wild animal. I didn't know it at the time, but
I had just given Faith an orgasm for the first time. All it took was my touch.

She got on her knees between my legs and asked, "What can I do for you,
darling?" I didn't know how to respond. Despite my vivid fantasy sex life, I'd
never actually been with a real live girl or woman before. "I can see that
your dick is hard," she said. "Do I turn you on, Drew?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"I'm glad that I turn you on, sweetheart. Nothing makes me happier than taking
care of my man." Then she looked a little startled. "I'm sorry, Drew. I said
that you were my man, but you haven't told me yet if you wanted that. Do you
want to be my man, Drew, and for me to be your woman?"

"Y-y-y-ess," I stammered.

"Do you like my body, Drew?" she asked. "Do you like my big boobs and my trim
waist and my hips and ass, Drew?" I nodded. I was having trouble speaking
actual words. "And what else, Drew? What else do you like about me?"

"Y-y-your muscles," I managed to choke out.

"Do my strong muscles turn you on, Drew?" she asked. And did they ever? When I
mentioned certain preferences in my sexual fantasies that might be considered
unusual before, it was that I always fantasized about girls with beautiful
faces and amazing, sexy bodies like Faith who were also muscular and strong -
unusually strong - stronger than men. And this also seemed to describe Faith.

"How... how strong are you?" I asked.

She knew exactly what I wanted to hear. "Stronger than any man," she replied.

Now it was her turn to ask a question. "Can I see your cock?" she asked. I
stood up and quickly stripped below the waist and sat back down. She resumed
her place on her knees between my legs. She took a long look at my dick. "It's
so beautiful," she whispered. "Can I... touch it?" she asked.

Without waiting for answer, she gently wrapped the slim fingers of her right
hand around my shaft. "It's very hard," she cooed. She slowly began to move
her hand up and down along its shaft. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Yyyyeeeesssssss," I replied. A few drops of pre-cum appeared on the head of
my cock. Faith began to roll the natural lubricant around the tip of my shaft
with her thumb.

"Does my touch please your cock?" she asked, "And does my tender touch turn
you on when you know that I'm so strong and that my grip could be sooo much
tighter?"

"YYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS," I replied.

"And does it make you feel special knowing that I will touch your dick - or do
anything you want me to do - any time you want? All you have to do is tell
me," she said.

All things considered, it's a wonder I held out this long. To have the first
woman who ever touched my dick be the woman of beyond my wildest desires - a
goddess - was incredible enough. To have her tell me that she would do
anything I wanted her to do to whenever I wanted it? Images of her sucking and
titty fucking my cock instantly came flooding into my head.

When she suddenly cupped my balls with her left hand and began to massage
them, I couldn't take it any longer. It was my turn to close my eyes and throw
my head back and howl like a wild beast. I felt a wave of pleasure like I'd
never felt before originating from my balls and spreading in all directions
throughout my body. And then... I blacked out!

I woke up a little while later naked and in my bed. Faith was sitting next to
me and dabbing my forehead with a damp washcloth. She was still dressing in
just her bra and panties. "What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted, darling," Faith said. My heart melted at her sweet and tender
smile.

"How did I get into bed?" I asked.

"I carried you, sweetheart."

"But how?" he asked, "I weigh almost two hundred pound," I told her.

"But, darling, you saw me lift Chip off the ground with one hand, and he
weighs almost that much." That's true, but somehow that seemed like a trick or
something.

"Are you really strong enough to carry me from the kitchen to bed?"

She giggled. "Of course I can, darling. I'm a lot stronger than you are. After
all, I'm a girl." She let that sink in for several seconds. "Does it excite
you that I'm so strong? Would you like me to lift you again?"

Please," I implored. Faith reached out with her strong arms and effortlessly
lifted me out of bed. Her muscles were taut and firm. "This is easy," she
said. To prove her point, she lifted me over her head and fully extended her
arms. "How's this, darling?"

"It's wonderful," I said in a dreamy voice. "I've always dreamed that someday
I would meet a beautiful woman who was strong enough to lift me over her
head," I confided. I never thought that I would reveal this side of myself to
anyone, but I also never thought I'd meet anyone who I trusted as much as
Faith.

"How's this?" she asked as she began to pump me up and down. She lifted me up
and down like I weighed nothing. She lifted me easily - effortlessly. "Was
there anything you dreamed about a beautiful woman doing WHILE she lifted you
over her head?" she asked.

Of course I had, but how could I say out loud what I had dreamed about.
Luckily, I didn't have to. As she had before and would do many times in the
future, Faith seemed to read my mind. She gently spun me around. With my rock
hard penis now pointing down, she tilted her head back and lowered me until my
dick was enveloped by her sweet lips. She began to suck. Somehow she was at
the same time forceful and gentle with my cock in her mouth.

As before, I didn't last long. After another earth-shattering orgasm, I passed
out again. This time when I awoke, Faith was sitting next to me on the bed
again and said, "Honey, you're going to have to stop passing out every time I
give you pleasure."

"I can't help it," I said. "But what can I do for you?" I asked.

"You're already doing it, darling. My greatest pleasure is bring you
pleasure." She removed her bra. "Would you like to suck on my huge breasts
now?" Her tits were big and round and firm and transcendent. Her nipples were
neither too big nor too small. Just like Baby Bear's chair, they were just
right. Even in my over active imagination I never conceived of such perfect
tits.

As I licked, sucked and generally worshipped her sublime breasts, I decided to
go for broke. I reached down and slid my hand under her panties and began to
massage her pussy. Within seconds she began to moan again like before. I
rubbed and sucked harder. Again her moan grew louder and more intense until
she threw her head back and howled at the moon in orgasmic ecstasy.

Before that night was over, she howled two more times and I passed out three.

The next morning when I woke up alone my first thought was that I had dreamed
up the night before. Then I felt the soreness in my muscles which was the
result of the most vigorous workout I'd had since... ever. The next sensation
I experienced was the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and eggs Benedict.

I stumbled into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around my naked body to
find Faith cooking while wearing an apron around her waist an nothing else.
She looked over and said, "Please, drop that blanket." By now, doing whatever
Faith told me to do was a habit I was in no hurry to break.

She gasped (gasped!) at delight at my naked body and rushed over to where I
was standing. She reverently dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped
her amazing tits around my cock. She began fucking me with her amazing tits.
Just when I thought things could not get any better, she placed one hand on my
ass and stood up effortlessly lifting me with her.

"You like me showing off my strength, don't you?" she asked as she continued
pumping my cock between her huge, firm tits while she squeezed them together
with expert muscle control. Rather than answer in words, I let the massive
load of cum which spewed forth out of my cock answer for me.

With her tits still dripping with my cum she served me breakfast and then we
showered together with her lovingly washing my back and paying extra attention
to make sure that my dick was especially clean.

She then sent me off to my classes that day. "Aren't you coming with me?" I
asked.

"No, honey, I'm going to re-grout the tiles in the bathroom and replace the
hot water heater. After all, we don't want to run out of hot water when we
take extra long showers together do we?" Indeed we did not!

I had a hard time concentrating on my classes that day as Faith was foremost
in my thoughts. One of the things I thought about most was her impressive
displays of strength. "How strong is she really?" I wondered.

I got a clue when I got back home that day to find that the front two tires of
my car were slashed. This was Chip's doing I thought. I went in to tell Faith.
"I know," she said, "I noticed it earlier. I was going to take the wheels off
and take them to the tire store and have new tires mounted, but I couldn't
find your jack."

"I don't have one," I confessed with some embarrassment. Any other women would
have asked me what the hell I was doing with a car but no jack. Faith just
shrugged her shoulders.

"Then you'll have to help me take the wheels off." She led me out to my car
and - as God is my witness - she handed me the tire iron and lifted the front
end of my car and said, "Go ahead and take the wheels off."

"O-Okay, Faith, I-I'll hurry," I said even though she didn't seem to be
struggling at all.

"There's no need to hurry," she confirmed, "This isn't heavy for me." To prove
her point, she reached up with her right hand and scratched her nose while she
continued holding the car up with one hand. After I'd taken the wheels off she
further demonstrated her incredible strength when she lifted the entire car
over her head and did several reps with it. Even this didn't seem to strain
her mighty muscles.

Watching a gorgeous girl like Faith display such amazing superhuman strength
caused my cock to grow hard and large. The vision of my hard cock through my
pants enflamed Faith's desire. With unrestrained passion in her eyes, she
cradled me in her strong arms and carried me back into the house.

"My awesome strength really turns you on," she observed.

"Yes, baby, it turns me on more than you can know." For as long as I can
remember, I'd fanaticized about beautiful women with huge tits who also
possessed superhuman strength. Not only had I finally met a woman who fit that
impossible description, but apparently, she was madly in love with me.

"I'm glad that my awesome strength turns you on," she said, "I'm glad that my
power makes your dick so hard."

I was still being cradled in her arms when our lips met and she kissed me
deeply and with loving fervor. I felt like my heart was going to explode. "Oh,
Faith," I said, "You're so beautiful, you're tits are so big and you're sooo
strong."

That's right, honey, I AM so beautiful and my tits ARE so big and I AM sooo
strong, but you left out that my ass is SO tight and round, that I'm SOOO in
love with you and that I SOOOO belong to you!" By this time I had to accept
that it was all true. She really was in love with me; no other explanation
made sense.

She then removed my clothes without putting me down and held me with one fully
extended arm while she tore off the t-shirt she was wearing and removed her
lacey bra. She continued holding me aloft as she gave me an outstanding midair
titty fuck. I held back my orgasm as long as I could. I think I lasted a whole
28 seconds!

It didn't matter though because she took me to bed after that and sucked my
cock and begged me to cum on her face and in her mouth. The one thing that all
the masturbation I'd done over the years had done was it gave me the ability
to have more than one orgasm with very little rest in between. It was the
intensity of the orgasms that Faith induced in me that sometimes caused me to
pass out. But my sexual endurance was improving.

I took care of her as well. First I fingered her climax, and later I licked
her pussy until she screamed my name with pleasure. It really didn't take much
effort for me to cause Faith to erupt. As incongruous as it seemed, she was as
turned on by my touch as I was by hers - maybe even more.

Faith moved in with me, and things only got better and better. The healthy
meals Faith prepared for me along with the constant physical exertion of our
earth-moving sex life resulted in me getting in the best shape of my life. My
grades also improved drastically under Faith's guidance.

And though it seemed impossible, I could swear that Faith became more
beautiful and sexy every day. She seemed as happy with our sex life as I did.
She almost seemed addicted to my sperm by the way she begged me - she BEGGED
me! - to cum on her tits and in her face and mouth at least once or twice a
day. She excelled at sucking and licking my cock, titty fucking me and giving
me epic hand jobs while she talked about how strong she was and how easy it
was for her to lift me with one hand and cars over her head without straining
her super strong muscles.

Having a girlfriend like Faith more than made up for all the years I suffered
since my mother died - all the shit my father put me through, all the
schoolyard bullies, all the indifferent teachers and others who treated me
like I was nothing and all of the girls who laughed and made fun of me just
because I had the audacity to have crushes on them. I finally felt loved and
appreciated and important. It was nice having someone who cared whether or not
I lived or died. It was even nicer to have the greatest person I'd ever met -
the most capable, sweetest, kindest, most beautiful and strongest woman in the
world be the one who cared about me.

The only serpent in our little Garden of Eden was that every now and then we
still caught glimpses of Chip who never failed to give both of us the Evil
Eye. His hands were wrapped in bandages for a long time, but they eventually
came off.

This all came to a head one day when I was doing some of the yard work I did
for the landlord. I was in the yard next door to mine. Faith had taken over
most of those chores so that I could concentrate on my school work, but I
thought that it was only fair for me to do some of it.

Chip came over to where I was working and said, "I was hoping to catch you
alone some time."

I won't lie; I was afraid. But I did my best to sound brave. "You better leave
me alone or my girlfriend will kick your ass," I said.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, "I figured out later that she must have been
wearing some kind of armor under her sweater last time." I couldn't blame him
for thinking this since I thought the same thing at the time.

"You have no idea how strong she is," I warned him. He grabbed me by my
collar.

"I don't give a shit," he said. He pulled back his fist as he prepared to beat
me up. Suddenly the front door of my house flew open. Faith came sprinting
out. She was wearing short cutoffs and a lacey white bra. Faith NEVER dressed
this way in public. In fact, she dressed rather modestly except when it was
just the two of us alone. "My spectacular body is just for you and I to
enjoy," she would tell me. But when she saw I was in danger, she sprang into
action.

"LET GO OF HIM RIGHT NOW!" she shouted. She was running very fast, and she was
upon us faster than I thought possible even for her. Chip turned my collar
loose and backed off quickly. He looked down the street and began to wave his
arms frantically.

This was a prearranged signal which became obvious when a fifteen passenger
van suddenly came to a screeching halt in the street right in front of us.
Twelve guys came pouring out. They were either friends or paid thugs of Chip.
They were all big, muscular and athletic looking. In seconds we were
surrounded.

"Is this the chick that tricked you into breaking your hands?" one of them
asked. I didn't know what story Chip told them about how his hands got broken,
but I was pretty dang sure it wasn't the truth.

"That's her," chip sneered, "And her pussy boyfriend. I want you to kick both
of their asses." If any of the twelve had any compulsions against hitting
women, they didn't show it.

"Now look, boys," Faith said, "I'm sure that you're just taking up for your
friend, and that's admirable in a way. But I'm warning you: if you lift one
finger against either me or my boyfriend, I'm going to beat you severely."

"You think you can beat up all of us," one of then laughed.

"I know I can," she said, "With ease."

"I want to grab her by her big tits," one of the twelve said. That was enough
for Faith. She was on him almost instantly. She lifted him by his collar with
one hand and backhanded him with her other hand. He flew ten feet into the air
and fell back down unconscious.

"No one gets to grab my big tits except my precious sweetheart," she
announced.

"And that's me!" I shouted proudly.

The remaining eleven men attacked Faith all at once. They surrounded her and
began jumping on her. To their collective shock, they were not able to knock
her off her feet. Instead, she threw out her incredibly strong arms and all
eleven of them few away from her in all directions. Four of them scrambled
back onto their feet and stood back to observe. The other seven assumed
defensive stances and surrounded her.

Faith smiled and began throwing rapid punches and kicks. In addition to her
superhuman strength, she was also a martial arts master. Each punch and kick
sent another man flying away ten to fifteen feet in the opposite direction.
She mostly dodged and ducked the attempted kicks and punches of her attackers.
The few that connected had no effect on Faith whatsoever. In fact, she laughed
at their ineffectual blows. In less than thirty seconds, Faith had laid out
all seven of them.

The other four ran to the van and tried to get away. They started the engine,
but before they put the van into drive, Faith ran in front of them and put out
her arms to hold their van at bay. The driver threw the vehicle into gear and
slammed the gas pedal. The back wheels began to turn, but the van didn't move
one inch! The back wheels began to burn against the pavement, but still the
van did not move. I couldn't even begin to calculate the thousands of pounds
of pressure she was holding back.

Faith grabbed the front bumper, and with one mighty twist of her upper body,
she flipped the van on its side. She then tore the door off the side of the
van and went inside. One by one, the four remaining men came flying out.

Meanwhile, Chip tried to slip away. But I wasn't having that. I ran over and
jumped on his back. Chip threw his body forward with maximum force which
caused me to fly over him and onto the ground. I had the wind knocked out of
me leaving me vulnerable.

Chip was getting ready to kick me in the head when Faith grabbed his right arm
and twisted him around. With a snap of her wrist, she broke the bully's right
arm. He screamed in pain and fell to his knees. He threw up his good arm and
pleaded for mercy.

"Please, don't hit me. Please, I'm so, so sorry! Please, don't hurt me!"

"All you had to do was leave my boyfriend and me alone," Faith pointed out.
"But you were too stupid to just let us be, and so you must be punished." She
grabbed his left arm and with another snap of her wrist, she broke it as well.
Chip screamed again and slumped to the ground utterly defeated. He begged and
pleaded for the pain to stop.

She took her phone out of her pocket and called for several ambulances and a
tow truck. She told them to send the bill to Chip. "That's okay with you,
isn't it?" she asked Chip.

"Yes, yes," Chip replied, "Only please, don't hurt me anymore."

"Fine, but when you get out of the hospital, I want you gone. I don't even
want to see you when you move out. You better either hire a moving company to
pack for you and move you out, or you better move out in the middle of the
night. If I ever see you again, I'm going to break both of your legs."

"O-O-Okay," chip agreed.

"And if you ever touch my boyfriend again, I'll kill you," she said. Her voice
was so ice cold, it even frightened me and little bit.

She turned to me and said, "Are you okay, sweetie?" I got up and told her I'd
be okay.

"Okay, sweetie," she said. She went over to the twelve men she'd beaten up,
and found the three that were the least injured. She told them to finish up
the yard work I'd been working on. She went out into the street and casually
flipped the van upright. Then she cradled me in her strong arms and carried me
home. "I'll have to start supper soon, but first we better get you into the
shower."

She showered with me and washed my back. She examined my body and kissed every
boo-boo that I had from both the yard work I'd done and being thrown off
Chip's back. Those kisses and Faith's loving caresses was all the physical
contact we had during this time. But Faith delivered them with such tender
affection that this time with her meant even more to me than all the amazing
hand-jobs, the phenomenal blow jobs and the mind-blowing titty fucks.

She dried me off and carried me to bed and tucked me in. "You just rest until
suppertime," she said. She kissed me gently on the forehead and tears came to
her eyes. "If anything would have happened to you before I got there I never
would have forgiven myself," she said. "You are so precious to me. I promise
that nothing will ever harm you as long as it is in my power to prevent it."

After she left to cook supper, I lay in bed and quietly cried to myself. If
there was any lingering doubt as to whether or not Faith loved me they were
gone for good. She really loved me, and there could be no doubt. And if that
was true, then I had to admit to myself that I couldn't possibly be a loser.

When supper was ready, we quietly sat and ate the delicious meal that Faith
had prepared. We weren't sad, but we were both solemn. I think that we both
knew what had to happen that night. When we were finished, I insisted on
clearing the table and doing the dishes. Faith agreed to let me, but SHE
insisted that after clearing the table that I let the dishes soak before
washing them.

She quietly and lovingly carried me to the bedroom. "Get naked, please," she
whispered in my ear. When I was naked and in bed, Faith stood over me and
slooooooooowly pealed her clothes away. "Do you like my body?" she asked.

"Yes, darling," I replied.

"Say my name; I like to hear you say my name," she implored.

"Faith," I said, "My beautiful, strong Faith."

"Did you see the way I turned that van over?" she asked.

"Yes, Faith," I replied.

"You know I could have lifted that van over my head and thrown it if I wanted
to. I'm that strong, and I'm getting stronger all the time. You're love makes
me stronger. Your faith makes me more powerful."

"You're my Faith," I said. I meant that non-ironically and in every possible
way.

She smiled, "That makes me so happy, sweetheart." She slipped under the covers
with me. She wrapped the slender fingers of her right hand around my cock.
This made me to shudder with lust and anticipation. Faith shuddered as well.

We began to kiss - sweetly at first but then with greater intensity. We
pressed our naked bodies against one another. Faith began to bump her pussy
against my rock hard cock. "Do you want to fuck me, Drew? Do you finally want
to fuck my pussy?" she whispered as if she was afraid to say it too loud.

This might have seemed like a strange question considering how active our sex
life was, but despite all the orgasms we shared, we had technically never had
intercourse. I'd never inserted my hard cock into Faith's dripping wet pussy.
That was about to change.

Faith climbed on top of me and lowered herself over my steel rod. She
contracted and relaxed her vaginal muscles several times in quick succession.
It felt like a thousand tiny fingers running up and down the length of my
shaft. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up, but when it did, I felt
pleasure on a level I never dreamed possible.

Faith began to undulate languidly on my penis. Her pussy was warm and wet and
continued to massage my shaft. Her strong arms had my arms pinned to the bed.
I felt helpless and safe and conquered and protected all at once. Her huge
tits dangled in my face. The combination of sensations caused a groundswell of
pleasure within my body. I tried to hold it back - to make it last as long as
possible, but I never really stood a chance.

When my pleasure reached a crescendo, I erupted and began to wail with
rapturous joy. I was drowned out by Faith screaming "Yes" and my name over and
over. I opened my eyes long enough to see her unmistakable O-face. Wave after
wave of pleasure swept through our bodies at the same time. I even felt like
my orgasm entered and raced through her body as hers simultaneously entered
and raced through mine. In all the hundred of erotic letters I'd read in my
father's porn mags, I'd never read of that happening before.

After our third synchronized orgasm, Faith could see that I was spent. She
climbed off. Slithered in beside me and cradled my head into her bountiful
breasts. We laid there basking in each other's warmth for several minutes.
Finally I asked her the question I had asked before but had never received a
definitive answer for.

"Faith... how strong are you?"

"I'm the strongest woman where I come from, and all the women there are
stronger than any man."

That brought up more questions than it answered, so I asked her where she came
from. That's when she told me her remarkable story. She told me that she was
born in an isolated village in a fertile valley in the Cascade Range north of
Mt. Rainier and south of the Canadian border. According to Faith, the women in
this village were all very pretty and stronger than the men.

"Our village is not closed, but it is very rare that we have outside visitors,
and even more rare that anyone who lives there ever leaves. We've come upon a
way of life that makes everyone very, very happy."

When I asked her why and how the women there were so strong, she explained
that according to their beliefs, all beautiful women were naturally stronger
than men. "It's just that most women in the outside world have forgotten." She
also told me that they believed it had something to do with the fact that most
women in the outside world have forgotten what she called a woman's "greater
purpose".

When I inquired what this "greater purpose" was, Faith smiled at me and said
almost by rote, "A woman has no greater purpose than caring for a family,
starting with serving her man." She described to me how girls were trained
from a very young age to master every aspect of what it took make their male
partners happy. They were taught al the skills they needed to make sure that
their men and their children were happy, protected and taken care of.

"It has been this way for more than two hundred years since the time the first
settlers came to our valley and settled it. We are taught how to cook and
clean and do laundry. We are taught carpentry, plumbing and agriculture and as
technology has progressed, mechanics, appliance repair and IT. We are also
trained in music - each girl is required to learn at least three musical
instruments and trained in vocal performance - painting and sculpture.

Because women are the stronger and superior gender, it is our responsibility
to protect and take care of our husbands and children. We are trained to be
masters of several forms of hand-to-hand combat, archery and marksmanship. We
are born to serve. And that includes making sure that our husbands are
completely satisfied sexually.

I could testify that she was entirely successful on this last score.

"So... it's almost like you're trained to be your husband's slaves?" I asked.

"NO!" she cried. "We are not slaves," she insisted. "We take care of our men
and our children; we serve them, but we ARE NOT slaves!" For the first time
since I've known her, Faith gazed at me with hostility. Naturally I was scared
shitless.

"O-Okay," I stammered, "I-I-I'm sorry." I wasn't really sure what the
distinction was, but I knew better than to argue the point. Faith immediately
softened.

She put her hand on the side of my face to reassure me. "It's okay, honey.
It's just that we're a little touchy about the "S" word in my village."

"I'll never mention it again," I promised, and I never did. I didn't have the
guts.

Next I asked Faith what she was doing at a large Washington state university
if her village was mostly a closed society. Her story got even more
interesting. She revealed that every five to ten years it became necessary for
certain young women from the village to go out into the world to bring back
suitable mates. "Otherwise the gene pool becomes too shallow," she explained.

"Every so often in our village several girls - usually five or six of them -
are born in the same year who are unusually strong and pretty. It becomes
clear that they are extraordinary by the time they are three or four. For
example, by the time I was four, I was stronger than all the adult men in the
village. When this happens, these extraordinary girls compete with each other
starting at age fourteen.

They are judged on their beauty, culinary skills, carpentry, mechanics,
artistry, musical ability and dance. They compete in physical contests of
strength, speed, coordination, high and long jumping, bicycling, horseback
riding, martial arts, downhill and cross country skiing, archery, marksmanship
and long distance running. Each girl scores points based on how well they do
in each competition.

"And you scored the most points?" I asked.

She smiled proudly. "For the first time in the history of our village, I won
EVERY completion. And the year I was born an unprecedented eight girls chosen
to compete. And so I won the right to go out into the world when I turned
eighteen to find and bring back a suitable mate."

"And that's me?" I asked. The "Why me?' was implied.

"Oh yeah!" Faith replied enthusiastically. "The first time I saw you in that
coffee shop looking so forlorn - so hapless and sweet - I knew that I found a
man who needed me - the man who I was destined to take care of for the rest of
my life. I know that in your culture women are supposed to find men like Chip
attractive (as if!), but in my culture the men who need to be taken care of
the most get the hottest girls."

"So the alpha males have to settle for unattractive women?"

"Not exactly; you have to remember that it's all relative. There are no alpha
males in our village, and ALL of the women are extremely attractive." She
stood up and did a little shimmy to show off her naked body and to make her
big boobs jiggle. "But I'm the most attractive," she giggled. She jumped back
into bed and snuggled next to me.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"When you graduate we go back to my village, get married and I spend the rest
of my life making you deliriously happy with my awesome strength and my oh-so
sexy body."

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"Sure you do," she said. "You can turn down this offer and spend the rest of
your life hating yourself for turning down a lifetime of earth-shattering,
mind-blowing orgasms with the sexiest woman and the strongest human being
you'll ever meet."

"That was a stupid question, huh?"

"A little bit," she giggled.

"So... do you think I'll fit in in your village?"

"Honey, I'd be very surprised if you're not elected mayor some day."

This next question might have seemed out of left field, but it was something
I'd been wondering since earlier that night when she mounted me and dangled
her tits in my face. "Faith, is it possible that your beasts are getting
bigger?"

"Absolutely! They probably are," she conFIRMed. She elaborated. "The women of
our village believe that the secret of our incredible strength and powers of
seduction are closely tied to serving our men and whatever makes them happy.
You like my big tits don't you?"

"That would be safe to say," I replied in the understatement of the century.

"See, my psyche senses that and wills my breast to grow accordingly. Other
then my breasts, what excites you about me the most?"

"Your awesome, incredible, amazing strength," I replied.

"Hmmmmmm," she said, "I'm already strong enough to lift a car over my head.
I'm not sure how much stronger I can get. But I suppose it's possible.... I'll
try, but really, I don't even have to try."

We talked long into the night. Then we made love again. Twice. Just before
drifting off to sleep, Faith told me, "Honey, I lied when I said you had a
choice. If you were ever stupid enough to try to leave me, I would physically
drag you off anyway, and there's not one darn thing you could do about it."

Damn! I love this woman.

ONE YEAR LATER

I can hardly believe how great my life has become. Of course, Faith and I are
still together and more in love than ever. And we fuck at least twice a day.
She gets turned on by just my touch, and all I have to do is look at her to be
ready to go. I'm sure that has something to do with the fact that her tits
have grown bigger and bigger. She's currently a GG cup, and she says they're
growing.

And she was wrong about her capacity to get stronger. She's now A LOT stronger
than she was a year ago.

My grades have improved so much that last semester I made the dean's list.
I've also lost weight, and I must be better looking because sometimes when I
walk around campus I notice other women checking me out even when I'm not with
Faith. I think that they might be responding to my greater self confidence.
How could I NOT have greater self confidence when I have a woman like Faith
taking care of me? It's flattering, but as far as I'm concerned, Faith is the
only woman in the world.

Money is no longer an issue either. Faith got a job as a trainer at the second
most popular gym in town. Within two weeks of her working there, business
quadrupled and it became the most popular gym by a wide margin. It seems that
I'm not the only one who loves to watch Faith in her tight workout clothes
pressing six hundred pound barbells over her head. Of course, she can lift way
more than that, but she reserves her really impressive feats of strength for
me and only me.

A month after working at the gym, she went to the owner and told him that if
he didn't give her a raise, she would go to work for the gym that used to be
the most popular. A month after that, the owner made her a fifteen percent
partner for as long as she continued to work there.

With all the money Faith was making, we moved across the street into Chip's
old house.

As might be expected, many men hit on Faith at the gym. She tells them
politely but firmly that they are wasting their time because I'm her one and
only love. Some of the alpha male gym rats insist that they won't take no for
an answer. If they get too obnoxious, Faith beats the crap out of them. If
necessary, she beats the crap out of them and twenty of their friends. If she
had to she could beat up them and a hundred of their friends with her
superhuman strength and mastery of sixteen different martial arts.

As I said, she's become a lot stronger in the last year. How strong? Recently,
she took me to a railroad yard that was closed for the night. She told me that
she wanted to show me something. When we got there, she walked over to a 50
foot boxcar that was loaded with steel girders. "Watch this," she said.

As I watched with rapt attention, she proceeded to lift the boxcar - load and
all - over her head. "H-H-H-How much does that weigh?" I asked.

"Not much," she replied, "Only about two hundred and forty-three tons." My
cock filled with blood so fast that I nearly fainted. Then she started blowing
kissed to me with her right hand and continued to hold the loaded boxcar over
her head with one hand. THEN she began to do one-handed reps with the massive
weight.

"Come here," she said.

"Come there?" I asked, "Under the two hundred and forty-three ton weight?"

"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" she asked with a saucy smile.

"Well, sure I trust you." I said.

"Then come here," she repeated. I sort of crept over to the edge of where the
boxcar was over my head.

"Are... are you sure that this is okay? I'm not impervious to injury like you
are," I reminded her.

"Honey, do you think I would risk it if I wasn't one hundred percent sure? You
know that I would never do anything to risk harming one single hair on your
head." I knew that was true, and I had faith that if Faith said she was sure
that she was sure. I walked over to her.

"Now what?" I asked.

"I just thought that you might want to kiss your super strong and super sexy
girlfriend while she performed the most incredible feat of strength in human
history," she said. She pulled me to her with her free arm and kissed me. Our
tongues intertwined and she kind of swirled hers around in my mouth. It was
the most incredible kiss of my life from a woman who had given me thousands of
incredible kisses.

After kissing me several more times she said, "Stand back now, darling."

"Why?" I asked. I was really enjoying the kissing.

"Because I want to put this thing down now so that I can remove my shirt and
bra and give you a midair titty fuck with my massive GG tits now. I could
easily titty fuck you while lifting one hundred and forty-three tons over my
head. I could hold this weight with one hand all day if it pleased you.
However, if I hold it while I titty fuck you in midair, you might bump your
head, sweetheart."

"You always think about what's best for me, don't you?"

"Yes. Always," she replied. I stepped back. She put down the boxcar and
proceeded to give me a midair titty fuck with her gigantic GG tits. She begged
me to cum on her gargantuan tits. Her exact words were, "Please, cover my
gigantic GG tits with your manly love-milk, darling." I didn't have nearly
enough cum in me to completely cover her gigantic GG tits, of course, but I
gave it my best try.

Afterwards she said, "Now, I want to taste your cum," and she lifted me up to
her mouth. She gave me an amazing midair blowjob climaxed by a
star-going-supernova orgasm.

Just as we were finishing up, an armed security guard came up and told us to
get out. "I know that you're just doing your job," Faith said, "So we'll leave
peacefully. But don't you dare speak to my man with that tone of voice." I
could see that her protective instinct was about to get the best of her.

"It's okay, baby," I said, "Let's just go."

"Yeah," the guard said, "Don't make me call the police." As he said this, he
made a motion like he was going to draw his gun.

"Please, don't do that, Mr." I said, "You'll only make her mad."

"Whatever," he said.

On our way home I asked Faith what she would have done if the guard had
actually drawn his gun. "Oh honey, that wouldn't have bothered me in the
least. We wouldn't have had anything to worry about as long as you got behind
me."

"You mean?"

"Yes, honey, I'm bulletproof now." I let that news sink in. I didn't ask Faith
how she knew this. I knew that she never lied or even exaggerated. This was
just one more level of awesomeness when it came to my lover, my angel, my
goddess.

In less than a semester, I would graduate. Then we would move to Faith's
village and we would be married. And then we would start having babies. I
wanted to have five girls who would grow up to be as beautiful and as kind and
as smart and strong as their mother. I was sure that someday I would be the
mayor of her village. That's what Faith wanted, and she always got what she
wanted.

I just thanked the stars that she wanted me....

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