The Neighbor's Daughter - Part 6
By Stewart
The End of the Summer

I know its been a while since I set pen to paper so to speak about my
relationship with my next door neighbor's beautiful muscular daughter
Meredith. You can check the archives from November for the history of my
relationship To sum things up, I'm 40 years old, divorced, have two teenage
kids and live next door (when she's not at college) to a gorgeous blonde
with some of the sexiest muscles I've ever seen on a women. The previous 5
installments of this saga described our relationship through the end of
July. This one will take things through October.

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After the hot tub incident, I knew that I had to lay low for the rest of
the summer for fear that my neighbors Sam and Margie would figure out that
I was having a relationship with their daughter. So I deliberately avoided
opportunities that would force Meredith and I to be together in public. I
didn't go to the gym for a week, refused a couple of invites to BBQs with
Sam and Margie and generally acted the recluse. Despite this, I couldn't
keep my mind off of Meredith. I thought about her arms, her legs and sexy
stomach constantly. Meredith, on the other hand, seemed to be busily going
about her life. A couple of times I noticed her with friends in the hot tub
next door and I knew she was at the gym everyday, working out and showing
off that amazing body.

Then one Thursday in early August I got a call at work. Meredith was
calling to tell me that it was arm day and that she knew I knew what that
meant. She said she wanted to work out with me and that she missed having
sex with me. She said we had to get together that night because we had only
2 weeks left before she went back to Boston for her senior year. I agreed
to meet her, but I first had to get my kids out of the way. I made up an
excuse about work and had my parents pick the kids up and keep them for the
night. Then I told Meredith that I cleared the decks for the evening.

I met Meredith at the gym where she worked at 7:30 and the two of us worked
arms until the veins in her biceps looked like they were ready to explode.
What a peak she has. Then at about 9 we got to my house. I couldn't wait to
get into the sack but Meredith, as usual, had other ideas. First she
stripped off her workout clothes and then she undressed me. Right in the
kitchen, just 30 feet from her parent's house. I insisted that we leave the
one part of the house where her parents could see us and so she led me
downstairs to the gym I had built. I said, "no way Meredith. You can't
possibly want to work those arms any more. I've never seen them this
pumped. Come on. Lets go to bed." She just said, "I've still got some more
work to do on them tonight and you're going to help me. I want to keep
doing sets until I can't do even one more rep." And she proceeded to just
about repeat the workout she did at the gym. By the end of another 30
minutes I felt like it was my spotting that was doing all of the work. But
her arms were special. They looked so good that I told her she couldn't
make them any better.

Finally she said she was ready for me. The two of us proceeded to
wrestle/fuck (that's what I was calling the activity we were engaged in) on
the floor of my basement until we were both covered in sweat and sex
juices. Then we went upstairs and took a shower before we went back at it
again. When we finally finished, Meredith told me that she missed me and
that she wasn't sure she would be able to deal without seeing me while she
was at college. I told her I was flattered, but that I was sure she would
find a stud to take my place who was closer to her own age. She just
laughed and said she could go to any gym and find a guy who wanted to take
her to bed but that she doubted she'd find someone who would treat her the
way I did. Then she asked me to arrange to visit her in Boston during the
fall.

"Stew, I can't think of not working out and wrestle/fucking (she liked my
term) you for three whole months. You've got to come visit." I said I
would. Then just like that she kissed me and got dressed to go home. On her
way out she asked me if I would accept her if she was fat. I just laughed
and said that was the one thing I couldn't imagine her being. She said
"well not fat exactly, but not lean and ripped like I am now." I told her
that she couldn't help but look good to my eyes. She just smiled and said
"we'll see." Then she proceeded to get dressed, gave me a kiss and went
home.

I didn't get to see Meredith for the rest of the week and before I knew it
she was getting ready to go back to school. Since I had made plans to take
my kids to the mountains for the end of August, I never really got a chance
to say goodbye. Instead, Meredith left a message for me the day before she
left for school and said she would give me all of her contact info when she
got to school.

About a week after Meredith went away to school, i had dinner with Sam and
Margie and I asked about Meredith. I hadn't heard from her so I wanted to
make sure everything was OK, but I didn't want to arouse any suspicions.
They told me she had found an off campus place to live and they were
worried because she didn't have a roommate for the first time. They thought
that she would do better with some other girls around - "preferably" in
Sam's words, "not some muscly girls, but you know, regular college girls."
I always found it funny how Sam was proud of his daughter's achievements on
the one hand, but not happy with the way she looked on the other hand. He
so wanted his little girl to be normal - whatever that means.

The next day, Meredith finally called me at work. She said she missed me
and that she wanted me to make plans to come to Boston for a weekend. She
told me she got a place by herself to ensure my secrecy. I laughed and said
that I was flattered, but I was sure she was enjoying the same privacy with
me not in the picture. In any case, I figured I could say I going up to New
York for work like I usually do, but instead sneak to Boston. A weekend
would be tough, however, unless I could coordinate with my ex-wife's
schedule to get the kids.

Meredith and I continued to have a phone call every few days - she told me
she was making great strides in her workouts and that if I didn't get to
visit soon I wouldn't recognize her. In fact, she called me one night at
about midnight to tell me she had just gotten back from the gym and her
exploded her arms. She then described her workout and her body and within a
few minutes I was jerking myself off listening to and thinking about her.

Finally, in early-October I was able to plan a visit. I made plans to spend
Columbus Day weekend with Meredith while my wife was going to have the
kids. Meredith and I spoke nearly every day now and she said I needed to be
prepared for what I was going to see. By this time, I was getting a bit
afraid of what she was constantly speaking about. How much could she have
changed over the course of 7 weeks. I had spent that long with her during
the summer and watched her workout with a vengeance, and to tell the truth
didn't see all that much change in her body over that time.

I dropped my kids at the airport and sent them to their mother's house on
Friday night and then turned around and got on a plane myself on Saturday
morning. Meredith gave me directions to her apartment and I got to her
place around noon. She greeted me wearing a pair of kind of ratty sweat
clothes, but with a huge hug and deep passionate kiss. I was surprised she
was wearing such uncomplimentary clothes and told her so. She then said,
"wanna go to the gym or do you just wanna fuck first." I said "whatever you
want to do." The two of us went to the gym.

I don't want to give the wrong impression here. Meredith looked great, even
in the old gym clothes. Her face was full and her hair was cut in a nice
style, although it wasn't as blonde as it was during the summer. On the way
to the gym, Meredith said "wait till you see what I can do." Well, she
quickly showed me. After a warm up set or two on the bench press, Meredith
put close to 200 pounds on the bar and powered up a set like it was
nothing. I said, "wow, that's the most I've seen you do." She said, "just
wait and watch." After I did my set, she put 215 on the bar and said I had
better spot her. Then she proceeded to blow me away by doing a full deep
set of 10 reps, with no cheating. I couldn't believe her power. After a
quick rest she said "Stew, I've been waiting to do this for a week until
you got here. Spot me!" Then she upped the weight to what she called
"double doughnuts - 22"5. Damn if she couldn't get 6 or 7 reps on her own.
She got up all excited.

"Its not just my bench. Its everything. Tomorrow I'll show you what I can
do for arms - if you think you can take it!" Well the rest of our lifting
session was a blur. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and get into
her bed. When we finally finished working out and left the gym I was
psyched. But Meredith insisted we stop for lunch. Then I watched her down a
huge taco salad, exactly the opposite of anything I had ever seen her eat
before. She practically devoured the damned thing. Finally we finished and
made it back to her apartment. Meredith said, "well, Stew, lets see if you
are an honest man. What do you think?" Then she pulled off her sweats -
pants first and then shirt.

"Holy shit! What the hell happened to you during the past 7 weeks." I
asked. She said, she decided she wanted to break out of the rut she was in
and actually make some serious muscle gains. So she changed her workouts to
stop all cardio, upped her caloric intake by 200% and switched to mass
gaining exercises. "I've put on 25 pounds in 7 weeks. Not all of its
muscle, of course, but I'm at 162 now and growing everyday." Gone were the
cuts, and the beautiful peaks to her biceps. Gone was her awesome 6 pack.
The little ridges on her upper chest didn't exist anymore. Instead,
standing before me was a sheer power house. Meredith just seemed explosive.
While I loved her look in the summer, lean, hard, lithe and athletic, the
new massive Meredith was incredible. Her chest was full and powerful, her
legs looked immense - I could see why she was wearing the ratty sweats,
nothing else would fit. Her arms, the arms that I worshipped, looked
enormous. She saw me looking at them and said, "16 inches".

"Well, are you going to just drool on yourself or are you going to give me
the fuck I've been waiting for." Uh, I choose the latter. Wow!! It was
totally amazing. Her strength level was so great that I couldn't move her
around in bed at all. In the past, she was strong but the 50 pounds I had
on her at least let me have a chance with her. But not anymore. Meredith
just took over. She humped me, she twisted me around, she howled at me, she
plain and simply overpowered me. For the next hour the two of us just
banged the hell out of each other. Meredith was in her crazy sex fiend
mode, but with all the extra weight she had taken it to a new extreme. I
couldn't keep up. When I finally came for the second time, I was exhausted
and needed to stop. But Meredith wouldn't hear of it. "7 weeks I've waited
and that's all you've got. Am I too much woman for you now. Damn you, Stew
come on." She said all of this while straddling me to the bed with her now
huge upper body raised above me.

Finally she calmed down. The two of us retired to the shower and then spent
the next couple of hours together in her bed, snuggling and nuzzling.
Meredith apologized for what she had said to me earlier and the softer side
of her personality came back. But I was worried. I didn't think anyone
could gain so much muscle and weight in such a short period of time. I
figured she was taking some sort of steroids and I wasn't sure I liked the
results.

That night we had a long talk. Meredith reiterated what she told me many
times during our fling that summer. She wanted huge muscles. She wanted
tremendous strength. She wanted to be incredible physically. After a bunch
of years of lifting with all she had and of making nice, continuous gains
she felt she reached a wall. She said "Stew, you know I couldn't train any
harder. I work out harder than anyone in the gym and I wasn't gaining
anymore. My best lifts were up just a few pounds since the beginning of the
year. I needed to change my approach." Saying that seemed to lighten her
mood. She said that her plan was to continue gaining weight as she was
until Christmas. Then she planned to spend January through June slowly
losing the excess weight. Her plan was to get her body fat level back to
where it was during the past summer. Hopefully, she said, her weight at
that body fat level would be closer to 147 pounds. That way she would have
put on 10 or 12 pounds of muscle in the course of the year.

I told her that that seemed like a lot of weight to add. She said it was,
but it would be a one time thing. In her opinion, she had starved her body
for so long and over trained. Her body was defeating itself as she lifted
but never gained weight. She said for the past 3 years she had gained about
2-3 pounds a year and she wanted more. Her trainer had told her this
program would work. It had done so for others. She went on to say that she
was taking creatine and pre-steroids and protein and other supplements, but
would quit much of them next month. Finally, she asked what I thought.

I told her she looked great to me during the summer. But if she wanted to
get bigger that I would think that was cool too. (in fact, I was secretly
hoping she would be bigger next summer when she was dieted down). But I
also told her I was worried. She seemed to be together but I was worried
about her health too. She said she had a physician who was monitoring her
and that the trainer said everything was OK. Then she said she was done
with the topic and wanted to fuck again. Who was I to argue?


to be continued