Jennifer By The Collector The strong girl next door or Goin’ steady Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com “Danny likes Jenny’s muscles…Danny likes Jenny’s muscles” my friends taunted me in unison. I was 12 years old and was already being seen as an outcast amongst my friends. I made the mistake of telling one of my friends about Jennifer, and it was all over…for him, not for me. * * * Jennifer lived in the house in back of mine. By chance we had gone to different schools and saw each other only in passing. We had gone to grade school together and I remember having a huge crush on her a couple years ago, but she was interested in someone else, and I didn’t go after her…so nothing came of it. Each time I saw her, she looked a little older, a whole lot prettier, and wished we had at least a couple girls in my school that looked like her. She always dressed nice. Her favorite outfit, to me anyway, was when she wore a plaid skirt, a white blouse with white knee socks and penny loafers. Not very exciting, but I liked it. She had changed considerably since we were in school together. She was a couple inches shorter than I was, maybe 5’0” and slender. Not skinny, but slender…just waiting for the rest of her to fill out. And she was starting…faster than the other girls were anyway. You could tell by her sweater. And they were real. It wasn’t tissue in there…unless tissue bounces. Her hair was blonde, straight and she wore it down the middle of her back. Her face looked sad sometimes, until she smiled. Then her eyes lighted up and she drew attention to herself easily. And I was just starting to notice girl’s legs…and hers were the best I’d seen so far. I didn’t’ think any girl could have legs as pretty as Jennifer’s…and I hoped none of them did. I was out in my backyard, having just finished cutting the grass when I saw Jennifer’s older brother, Brad, run out of their house. Two seconds later, Jennifer followed, chasing him, wearing only cutoffs and a T-shirt. I watched, for no other reason then to see what would happen if she caught him. I thought he’d done something stupid and had pissed her off and was taunting her. But he wasn’t laughing. And the look in his eyes wasn’t what I would have expected either. “Jennifer…I’m sorry…really…” He skirted around a tree, buying a few precious seconds. “Brad…I’m gonna break your arm when I catch you…” I smiled to myself, hoping he wouldn’t hurt her. She looked madder than I’d ever seen her and I wondered what he’d done. “Please Jennifer…I won’t say anything…promise…” He dodged behind another tree, this time tripping over an exposed root and fell. Jennifer caught up with him and stood over him, her hands on her hips, her legs spread. “Get up Brad…so I can knock your block off.” Brad started to rise. I watched as he rose up and stood almost a foot taller than she did. But he looked scared. “Jennifer…I didn’t mean to…” “I warned you Brad!” Jennifer took both arms and pushed him. He must have tripped since it looked like he left his feet, then went back about 10 feet. Jennifer went after him and jumped on him. He tried to wrestle away from her, but no matter what he did, it looked like Jennifer was always in control. He pushed at her with his hands, and she just grabbed them and pinned them to the ground. Then she rolled him over, pinned one arm behind him and wrapped the other one around his neck. His legs were flailing everywhere, but she just took her pretty legs and wrapped them around his until he couldn’t move. “I told you to stay away from my diary Brad. If you weren’t my brother, I’d break your arm. You give ?” she asked. “Oww…Jennifer…I said I was sorry…” She pushed up harder on his arm, and wrapped her legs tighter. I couldn’t believe it. She was almost a foot shorter, maybe 50 pounds lighter…and younger…and apparently stronger. I wouldn’t have messed with Brad on my best day, and Jennifer had wrestled him down easily and now was threatening him! “Now do you give?” “Yes…stop…you’re hurting me…” “No…I want you to cry…” She pushed even harder on his arm, pulled her other arm tighter around his neck, and her legs got even tighter. I even saw muscles in her legs…and they looked prettier! Then I heard a slight whimpering from Brad. “Jen…I’m sorry…please stop…I won’t do it again…” I saw streaks running down his face. She was really hurting him! And he couldn't stop her. “Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson this time.” She let go and stood up, then reached her hand down to help him up. “Why do you always do this to me?” Brad asked wiping his eyes. “Well, you read my diary…you started it.” “I know…but you hurt me…it’s not fair.” “What’s not fair?” “You’re a girl…my sister…and you’re younger…but you’re a lot stronger than me…” “Then don’t read my diary…and I won’t hurt you anymore.” Jennifer turned and went back to her house. Brad stayed and started brushing himself off. I approached him. “Hey Brad…your sister beat you up?” I asked laughing, a stupid thing to say to someone nearly a foot taller than me. “If you don’t shut up…I’ll beat you up.” “Sorry…I was only kiddin’ Brad…how come you let Jennifer do that to you?” “I didn’t’ let her…she just did it.” “C’mon…she’s just a girl.” “Ya ever wrestled her?” “Nope…never wrestled a girl.” “Well, don’t ever try…at least not Jennifer…I don’t know how she does it…but I can’t ever beat her…not even close…I didn’t know a girl could be so strong…and my little sister.” “Wow…you mean you weren’t just playin’?” “Nope…and if you tell anyone…I’ll get you…” “Wow…I never met a girl that strong before. It was…fun…watching her. I won’t say anything…promise. If I had a sister, I’d want her to be as strong as Jennifer.” “Yea…even though she beats up on me…I kinda like how she’s so strong and all. And sometimes…she even lets me see her muscles.” “Wow…she’s got muscles too?” “Oh man…you should see ‘em…she’s got…” Just then Jennifer walked up behind us. “She’s got what? What’re you guys talking about?” she asked. “Nothin…Jen…just talkin’…” Brad said. “C’mon Brad…you were talking about me. Were you making fun of me?” She looked hurt. “No…honest Jen…we weren’t…we were just talking about…” “About…how strong…you were…and your…muscles…” I interjected. “Then you were making fun of me…everybody else at school does. They think I’m a freak ‘cause I’m strong.” The three of us stood there. I looked up at Brad…then myself…then Jennifer. She was the smallest…and so pretty…and yet I’d just seen how easily she’d hurt Brad…and I suddenly felt both afraid of her…and felt a deep attraction towards her. “Wow…no way! I think its cool!” I said too anxiously. “Really? You think so?” “Yea…I think…you’re…pretty…too” I said, slightly embarrassed. “Wow…thanks Danny…no one’s ever said that to me.” She blushed and I knew it was true. “Jennifer…maybe…would you…like to go to a movie on Saturday?” I asked involuntarily. She looked up at Brad, suddenly feeling like a little girl. He smiled at her, as though giving approval. “I think it’ll be OK with Mom…but you better ask her.” He said. “Yeah…I’d like to Danny.” My heart melted when the words left her lips and my insides got all mushy, and butterflies were everywhere…and I felt sweaty…I was a mess! “Uh…OK…I’ll call you tomorrow…I gotta go…” I started backing up, then turned and ran towards my house. “Bye Danny!” she called. I turned and waved back at her, then ran into the house. I thought of nothing else but Jennifer the rest of the day and every day up until Saturday. I called her the next day and we talked for over an hour…well, she talked, I listened. The sound of her voice had a soothing effect on me. * * * My brother dropped us off at the mall Saturday afternoon. As we walked towards the theater ticket office, Jennifer had another idea. “C’mon...I can get in free.” She said. “We can go in the exit door. It’s held shut by a big magnet, but it’s not very strong.” We walked outside to the exit door and I, trying to impress her, tried to pull the door open. I couldn’t budge it...but I should have known. “Here, I can open it” she said. “Jennifer pulled on the door and she was right. The magnet wasn’t very strong, at least no match for her. She pulled on it easily and it opened. We walked through the theater and exited the other side and headed for the video games. Amid the noise and the lights, I saw how pretty she really looked. She wore a pink sweater, white shorts and a pair of sandals. And to this day, I still think she has the prettiest legs in the world. And probably the strongest too. She was even wearing make up…I couldn’t believe how pretty she looked…how feminine. I caught guys looking at her several times and just smiled to myself. She was the prettiest girl there…I’d bet the prettiest any of these guys had ever seen…and she was with me! As she was playing a video game, I put my arm on her shoulder. She smiled when I did, seeming to enjoy the attention. I slid my hand down the back of her arm. While she was playing, and moving her hands, the muscles in the back of her arm would jump in and out. She felt so soft…but her arm felt…hard…as hard as anything I’d ever felt. “Wow” I whispered to myself. “What Danny?” she asked. I was surprised she’d heard. “It’s your…muscles Jennifer…they’re really…they feel really strong…” She looked me in the eyes, smiling innocently, unaware of the impact she was having on me. “They are strong Danny…you think it’s OK for a girl to have muscles?” “Wow, YES! I think it’s cool you’re so strong Jennifer…and you’re really pretty.” She blushed, took my hand and said; “It’s almost time for the movie.” We found seats at the rear of the half-empty theatre. As the previews wore on, we slouched in our seats and placed our legs up on the seat in front of us. We were silent the first 20 minutes or so, then I built up enough courage to place my arm around her. She responded with a smile, then much to my joy, she moved her legs from the chair in front and placed them across mine. I was ecstatic…Jennifer’s legs…long, slender, beautiful…and probably the strongest legs of any girl anywhere…and she put them on mine! I wanted to just put my hand on them, but I didn’t dare. I wouldn’t have known what to do next…or how to explain myself. She reached over and grabbed my hand. I squeezed it…she squeezed back. “Ow…” “I’m sorry Danny…I didn’t mean to hurt you…” she whispered. “It’s OK…you’re just a lot stronger…than I thought…” I had a familiar thought…the one that kept me awake. Maybe it’s because it was dark in the theatre…or because she was so close…but I wanted to ask her. “Jennifer…could I…?” “What Danny?” “Could I”, I swallowed heavily, “Could I…see your muscles?” “Are you sure you want to? They’re really big…especially for a girl.” “Yeah…I really want to.” She beamed a broad smile, as though I’d just told her I loved her or something. She laid her upper arm on the armrest between us and held her arm out straight. She made a small fist with her feminine hand. She curled her arm slowly, and a big ball started rising off her arm, straight up! I t was like she was getting stronger and stronger when she curled her arm. It kept getting bigger…and bigger…I’d never seen a girl’s muscle before…but hers was bigger than any I’d ever seen on any guy! “You can touch it if you want…it’s really strong,” she said, her eyes looking at me through the break in her arm. I put my hand on it, and it got even bigger…and it felt harder than anything I’d ever touched…I couldn’t put my hand around softball…but Jennifer’s muscle was even bigger than that. As I looked into her eyes at the beautiful face that captured me, held her muscle in my hands, I thought about her strength…and her strong beautiful legs resting across me. She reached over to kiss me with her lips next to her clenched fist…my lips touched hers…my first kiss…and everything inside me short circuited. I felt my first power surge…a surge I couldn’t contain…my head became light…and every thought I ever had about Jennifer came together at once…my eyes closed with my lips still on hers…my hands on her arm…and I shifted in my chair only slightly…and I felt an unexpected, but welcome, surprise that made me glad I was wearing shorts. “Are you OK Danny?” she asked lowering her arm. “Wow…Jennifer…your muscles are so neat…” “I think it’s cool you like them…no guys ever said that before.” “Jennifer…do you wanna…?” She looked at me, anticipating something. “What Danny?” “Do you wanna…go steady?” “You mean it? Really?” “Sure…if you want…” “Yes…I do…c’mon…I have to go tell my friends…” she said, getting up in the middle of the movie. “OK…but I have to go to the bathroom first,” I said. * * * Now, 11 years later, Jennifer and I are still dating. I’m in my second year of law school and she is a nurse and part time model. She is more beautiful than the first day I met her. I still haven’t seen a woman whose legs can approach hers. Her muscles are still wonderment to me. They’ve gotten bigger in spite of her slim build, seemingly at her command. And her strength…I can’t begin to describe what it feels like to hold her in my arms, and look into her eyes, knowing all the while she is stronger than anyone could ever imagine a beautiful woman being.