My millennium dream  (part 1)
By: FelixTonto77,  FelixTonto77@aol.com
Ethan discovers a young goddess' sexy muscular body  (part 1)

Prologue:

I woke up that morning, to face the new year. 2001 had just begun, and my
new life right along with it. I opened my eyes just enough to catch a 
glimpse of her neck. My cheek was resting on the lower-front part of her 
left shoulder as she lay face up. My lips rubbed against her perfectly 
round and firm breast. Her smell drove me crazy. I had visions of the 
night we'd had. It had been the most passionate night of my life. It 
would take days before my body could fully recuperate its strength. I 
was just waking up, but even then, I could feel my penis becoming erect 
once again. The feel of her strong, full, firm left leg pressed against 
my penis was unbelievable. I tightened my own legs around her left leg. 
I enjoyed the feeling immensely. 

I thanked God the night before; I thanked Him that morning; and I thanked 
Him from that day forward. This incredibly beautiful girl and I had 
finally become one. After years of waiting, of desiring, we could 
finally be intimate with each other. On that first morning of the year 
2001 (the 'real new millennium' according to some), I knew that my life 
had totally changed. 

My name is Ethan. I was 26 years old back then. Physically, I was about 
5' 9" tall (as I am), and weighed around 155 pounds (which I don't, 
anymore . . . he, he, he!). I had been working out some, but followed no 
specific regimen. I was a skinny kid growing up, and never showed any 
signs of being able to put on a lot of weight. By this time, my work 
outs had had an effect, though. I had a well-toned body -- but still very 
much slender-looking. I had short blondish-brown hair, brown eyes, and a 
'shadow' mustache and beard. I had graduated from college 4 years earlier 
with a degree in history. At the moment, I worked as a legal assistant 
for a very well-to-do attorney in my town. You could confuse me for any 
regular 'Joe'.

That, I was not, though. Laying there in bed, with the most beautiful 
young woman in the world was a testament to that. She had recently turned 
18, but stood at a statuesque 5' 11" tall and weighed 177 pounds. Very 
little of her weight was fat. I could attest to that. I knew full well 
what her body was all about. I had begun the discoveries of her body's 
secrets years ago. Those early discoveries were to be the precursors of 
what was to happen later -- of that which would lead to this most 
exhilarating situation I was in this New Year's morning. There she was, 
her body below me, as we lay on her bed. Her body very firm and full from 
head to toe. She was so strong. Inside that smooth soft skin, she was 
solid muscle. Nonetheless, her body was not exaggeratedly defined or cut. 
She was not a professional bodybuilder. The rock solid muscles all 
throughout her body were covered by a light coat of fat just under the 
skin. It was the remnant of baby fat that stayed with some girls into 
their late teens, only making them look that much sexier. I agreed; and 
thinking back, I still do. It made her look so exquisite. Her 
participation in sports since the age of 6 and her moderate weight 
lifting, had produced a remarkable strength in her arms, shoulders, and 
legs. All the while, her waist remained relatively slender. Her abs were 
amazingly solid.

As I woke up that morning, I stretched my head up to see her entire body. 
There was no doubt in my mind she was the most beautiful girl ever. 
Despite her athleticism, and her 177 pound-body of muscle, that light 
coat of baby fat caused her body to keep her feminine look. I was neither 
into muscularly 'ripped' and well-defined women or into 'toothpick' 
looking girls. This girl next to me fit neither of those molds. She was 
like a perfect combination of both. Her legs and arms were thick with 
muscle, but lacked those exaggerated 'rips and cuts'. Instead, they 
maintained an incredible feminine shape. She had all of the right curves 
in just the right places. Her shoulders, arms, waist, and hips drove me 
nuts. Her thighs and calves were perfect. Even her feet were the 
prettiest. Her long slender fingers were my life. To put it simply, I 
was so in love with this young goddess!

After saying all of this, I haven't yet told you about her best asset: 
her face. Her facial skin was soft and smooth all around, just like the 
rest of her body. Her lips were full and poutty. Her nose was the cutest. 
A look into her eyes would make anyone melt. Those blazing blue eyes drove 
into me all kinds of feelings that I never felt before. Her eyelashes were 
slightly (and teasingly) curled. Her eyebrows were perfect. Her blondish-
brown hair matched mine in color, but not in texture. Hers was the 
smoothest hair, with light curls at the bottom end. It reached her mid-
upper back. Many times, she liked to wear it in a pony-tail. I loved it 
any which way. I loved her!   

What happened that last night of the year 2000, was 8 years in the making. 
Our history began when she was only 10 years old. I was 18 and headed for 
college. But, despite everything that happened during those 8 years, we 
waited. Only now, that she was officially 'legal' at the age of 18, had 
we made love. I swore on that first day of the year 2001 that I would 
never ever let her go again.


Chapter 1

I met her during the summer of 1993. My family and I traveled out west on 
vacation. I hadn't been to sunny southern California in years. I 
remembered the fun days at the beach my cousins and I spent during our 
childhood days. I missed them. I missed the fun. But those old days 
lasted only so long. My dad was promoted at work and out east we went. 
I hadn't liked the idea of moving, but so it went.

Anyway, I returned that summer. I returned as an official high school 
graduate. I returned ready to brag to my old friends and cousins about 
my academic achievements. In a couple of months, I would be a freshman 
at one of the country's most prestigious Universities. Needless to say, 
I was riding on a total high. I was going to have the most exciting time 
in Cali. The beach would be only the beginning. I was going to all of the 
theme parks around. I was going to the renown over-18 night clubs. I was 
going to my favorite baseball team's home games. Best of all, I was going 
to hang out at the movie stars' favorite hang outs and meet the rich and 
famous.

Those were my plans at the start of my trip. But they changed. On the 
second day after our arrival, I met the girl that would change my world. 
I was hanging out at my cousin Jim's house. We were about ready to hop 
in his car and head out to the local mall to check out the girls. His 
little sister came in the front door with her little friend. Nine year-
old Janey was my youngest cousin. I hadn't seen her since she was about 
2 years old. She had a cute round face with big brown puppy dog eyes. She 
walked over to me and we hugged. She asked her friend to come closer to 
us. We were formally introduced. I thought it very cute how young girls 
try to act older and formal sometimes. Her little friend was named Alyssa 
and she was 10 years old. I admit that from that very moment, I found 
something about her very special. She had a very pretty face. Her eyes 
were big and blue. She had a very cute smile. Upon shaking her hand, I 
also felt her soft tender skin. I thought about various things for a 
moment. I was in a daydream, I guess. I don't know . . .

After just standing there for a while, Jane and Aly walked over to the 
living room couch. I heard Aly mention something about being uncomfortable 
in her jogging-type pants. The next thing I knew, she was taking them off. 
She was wearing what appeared to be soccer shorts underneath. But, still 
. . . I was totally captivated by the sight. Her legs looked nothing like 
what I would expect to see on a ten year old. They were muscular. Her 
calves looked very tight and round. Her legs had curves just like an 
older girl. She walked over to a counter to place her pants on it. As 
she leaned over a table and stretched to reach the counter, she stood on 
her toes. Her calf muscles doubled their size. My gaze did not sway a bit. 
I couldn't resist. She was only ten and only about 5' 1" tall. But, I 
could swear at that moment that her calves were bigger than mine. Her 
entire legs were probably stronger than mine. Jim awakened me from my 
daydream with a pat on the shoulder, reminding me that we were leaving. 
We walked out, but I my mind remained with Aly the entire day.

The following day, I visited Jim again, hoping to catch another glimpse 
of Janey's friend. Effectively, Aly was there. But, she was in Janey's 
room, door closed, and apparently practicing some wrestling moves. 
According to Jim, the two girls were thinking about joining the girls' 
wrestling team at their elementary school. It was a very safe program, 
Jim assured me. It was nothing like high school wrestling. The school 
only provided the activity as an after school 'practice' sport. There 
was no official league or any real competitions. Jim claimed that the 
two girls had been practicing for several months, and had gotten very 
strong for their ages - Aly, especially. She was an all-star soccer 
player in her 9 to 11 (years old) little league division. She was 
already strong and well developed in the legs. Now, her upper body was 
getting strong too, forming a total package athlete.

The day went by too fast, I thought. The girls didn't come out, and I 
had to go home. Jim walked me to the door and I walked out. At about 
the time I reached my car, I heard noises from behind. I looked back, 
but saw no one. I heard the noises again. I looked up at one of the 
second story window's in the house. Aly and Janey were softly calling 
me. I walked over slowly. They asked me to come up. I could see the make-
shift ladder outside. Two tall trash cans were perfectly placed right 
next to the lowest section of the side fence. A few feet away, the fence 
lined up very close to a lowered portion of the house's roof. That 
section of roof was attached to the house's outer wall just underneath 
Janey's room. I figured the girls must have used this route before as a 
means of unnoticed escape or entrance.

The girls begged me to come up. I couldn't say no to those pretty faces. 
I made it up to their window and they let me in. They were both barefoot. 
They wore little tight shorts and loose T-shirts. Both had their hair 
(Jane's was brown; Aly's was blonde) in a pony tail. They wanted me to 
help them out with their wrestling moves. I didn't mind some exercise. 
I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt too. I was dressed for the occasion. 
Before we started though, I made sure they understood that I was much 
taller and heavier than either one of them. I did not want them to get 
hurt. To the contrary, they assured me that matching up against someone 
bigger would only help them be better prepared to face tough opponents. 
I agreed to play with them.

Aly and I began. Janey stepped out. She had to use the rest room, I 
suppose. My concentration didn't last for more than the duration of one 
move. Aly asked me to come up behind her and grab her tightly around the 
shoulders-neck area. I did. I could feel her shoulder muscles. This ten 
year old was in better shape than many late-teenagers that I knew. I 
grabbed her tight. I was sure she couldn't be able to escape. I was about 
to gloat verbally. But, before I could say anything, Aly began to lean 
forward. I kept my tight hug around her. My chest and stomach pressed 
against her small but strong back. I leaned forward right along with her. 
I felt my feet leave the ground. I couldn't believe it. She was holding 
me up on her back. My penis couldn't believe it either. It grew stiff. 
It pressed against the highest part of her buttocks region. I knew that 
she could feel it, and that embarrassed me. But, I couldn't say a thing. 
I was in an incredulous state. I opened my legs and placed my thighs 
around her small firm butt. I bent my knees slightly and kept the lower 
part of my legs tightly against her own legs. That helped me maintain a 
good balance. After all, I outweighed Aly by plenty. A weight shift and 
we would've both been on the ground.

Aly didn't stay still for more than 5 seconds. She began to walk slowly 
across the room. I couldn't believe how easily she carried me on her 
back. I just laid my head on the back of hers. I could smell the 
strawberry shampoo in her hair. I was intoxicated with her. I looked 
down, over her shoulder, and saw my legs and feet dangling about a foot 
above the floor. I looked at her strong legs taking balanced steps. I 
compared our legs. My feet were significantly bigger than hers. But, 
the size of our legs was another story. Her legs, from the knees down 
(which was all I could see), were thicker than mine. They were far more 
muscular. And now I knew, they were stronger too. As we reached the 
opposite end of the room, my penis's knob was fully 'unwrapped' inside 
of my underwear. I felt the pain as it rubbed against my underwear, 
while we moved. I wondered what she thought about the 'stick' pressing 
against her, just above her butt.

As we approached the bed, Aly turned around swiftly and let herself 
fall back. I crashed, back first, onto the mattress. I kept my tight 
hug on Aly. She giggled as she dropped right on top of me. Her head fell 
against my shoulder. Her legs fell on top of mine. For a moment, I 
wanted to keep her there. This was only a game, after all. We were just 
having innocent fun. Aly looked up at me asked if I had enjoyed the ride. 
All I could do was nod. She smiled. I smiled back. All the while, my 
erect penis kept growing. It was now firmly pressing against one of her 
butt cheeks. That only made it worse. I didn't want the incredible 
feeling to end, ever. I lay my head back on the bed, not letting up on 
my grip a bit.

My cousin Janey walked in the room as we lay on the bed. We looked into 
her cute poutty face with a little bit of embarrassment. I wasn't sure 
what I would say to her. I didn't have an explanation. But, to my 
surprise, she wasn't asking either. All she was worried about was that 
we had started the 'wrestling' without her. Aly and I just smiled. 
Fortunately, Aly knew exactly what to do. She jumped up from the bed 
and ran toward Jane. She crashes right into her, causing both of them 
to drop to the floor. They laughed as they rolled around. I just sat on 
the bed and watched. I was still in amazement about my experience with 
Aly. She was so cute and so young. But, at the same time, she was so 
strong. I mean, I was 18 years old. I was practically an adult. A 10 
year-old little girl had easily picked me up off the ground on her back 
and carried me across the bedroom. I would never forget that night. It 
was the cause of several 'wet dreams' for me during that week.

Contrary to my wishes and desires, I didn't have another similar 
experience with Aly that summer. I didn't see her again until my last 
day in Cali. I dropped by Jim's to say good-bye and there she was. She 
and Janey sat on the front lawn looking at each other. Both girls looked 
sad. After saying good-bye to Jim, I went over to the girls to see what 
was the matter. Each of them took one of my hands. They asked me to sit 
with them. I did. I could see the tears in Aly's beautiful eyes. "Please 
don't go," she said, "I want you to be my boyfriend." I was shocked at 
her statement. However, I have to admit, it was extremely flattering 
also. Even if she was only 10, it wasn't everyday that someone said 
something like that to me. Janey confessed that Aly had told her that 
she was going to marry me one day. I think that at about that moment, 
my face became as red as a tomato. The girls' upset faces changed. They 
stared at me with faces of wonderment. They had caused me to blush. I 
don't know that before that instance, they knew that they possessed the 
power to do such a thing to a guy. But, they sure did. I knew it; and 
now, they knew it too.

I asked Janey if she could leave me and Aly alone for a little bit. She 
acceded. I took Aly's small soft hand in mine. I brought it up to my 
face and lightly kissed it. She looked at me with such a soft and 
delicate smile. "Do you love me?" she asked, "I know your 'pi-pi' 
loves me. I could feel it poking my back the other day, when I was 
carrying you." I had no idea how to respond to that. I found it 
incredibly amusing though. I started laughing. I was glad I did. Just 
by looking at me, Aly started laughing too. I was very pleased to her 
lose her sad face. I told her that I did love her, with all of my heart. 
I assured her that I would come back soon, just to see her. I promised 
her I would. I promised myself the same thing too.

To be continued . . . Part 2 coming soon . . .