my neighbor?s daughter  part two
by scherezade the amazon
the girls show a bit of what they can do, and start down the road to strength

     
     ?Vanessa?s view of things?
     
     Imagine going through life having to pretend you are something you aren?t. Society expects women, 
even in this day and age, to fit a certain image, to be somewhat demure, to prefer pink, to desire to be soft 
and somewhat submissive. All I want is to be physically strong. I want muscles and strength. The problem is 
I am also partially ashamed of it even though I shouldn?t be. Society has made me that way.
      Also, just because I want that does not mean I am not attracted to men. I am just hopeful that I will 
find a guy who wants me to fulfill what I want in myself. I know they exist. I have heard about them on the 
female muscle websites, but until tonight, I had never met one. Now I know they exist. 
     The problem with the one I found is he is twenty-five to thirty years older than I am, and he is the 
father of my best friend. He is also happily married, not that I would want him anyway at his age. All I am 
saying is that for the first time I saw a male who clearly was attracted to my strength and to what I want to 
become and who made me feel special instead of weird.
     Don?t get me wrong; he isn?t being creepy. It was just clear to me that when I flexed, he liked it, and 
it kind of made me feel good, especially because I feel totally safe around him and I have a lot of respect for 
him. 
     Our family is basically stying with them because our parents are out of town, and we are almost 
family with the Richardsons, and do a lot of things together. 
     Tonight, after dinner, the parents went upstairs. I think they watched some old movie on Netflix. The 
kids went downstairs and played cards, foosball, watched YouTube videos, etc., and then Oscar and Chuck 
started arguing over who could bench the most with Mr. Richardson?s weights. Oscar ended up winning the 
friendly bet, and then I said I wanted a turn and that?s when all hell broke loose. 
     Really all I wanted was to try the bench and see what it felt like, because I want to be as strong as I 
can be, but Chuck got it into his head that I wanted to embarrass him by lifting as much as he can lift or 
more. You see, last week we settled an argument over who would get the last piece of cheesecake by arm-
wrestling. It was his idea, because he thought he would win easily. He is six feet tall, the captain of the 
football team, and around 200 pounds, but he doesn?t do any real training outside of practice, and he has no 
idea how much strength it takes to do gymnastics. 
     I did not expect to be able to put up much of a fight, but I guess gymnastics has made me stronger 
than I knew. I shocked him and me by putting him down in two seconds. He accused me of cheating; of 
starting before he said, ?go.? So we agreed on best two out of three after that. I let him have a little bit of a 
head start and then put him down quickly with my right hand, total of about eight seconds. Then we went 
lefty. I let him think he was going to win, pretending that I couldn?t control his power. He began pushing my 
arm down and it was close to the table-top. I was groaning that he was too strong left handed, and then I 
wiped that smug look off his face when I powerfully reversed him and put him down, holding him there for 
a few seconds just for good measure. It was a really cool feeling to beat him in arm wrestling and to know I 
was strong.
     He was pissed and made me vow not to say anything to anyone, because it would destroy his image. I 
wouldn?t have done that anyway. The way things are, I don?t know too many boys who want to date 
someone who can out lift them and beat them up. So I was like, ?You actually think I would tell people 
about this!?? Like what was he thinking? Anyway, when he yelled at me and wouldn?t let me try lifting at 
the Richardson?s I was really upset. 
     Mr. Richardson was incredibly nice to me afterwards. He calmed me down and offered to let me use 
their weight equipment all summer and even coach me. Then he challenged me to arm-wrestle. He said he 
wanted to get an idea of how strong I was so he would be able to coach me, but I could tell he was turned on 
a little by the fact that I am so strong and want to be stronger.
     That was weird but cool sort of. He is incredibly strong. I know from having seen him at the pool and 
wrestling with Oscar on the lawn, so it surprised me that it took him a while to beat me. Especially since I 
didn?t really put in 100% effort. He started by letting me push his arm down a little and then he pushed back 
to get it up to half way. Then, he pushed my arm partway down, and I decided to put some effort in and got 
it back to even, which I think surprised him. I saw him looking at my arms, which were getting impressively 
swelled up. Even I was impressed. Then he got this look in his eye, and started slowly pushing my arm 
down. That was when I decided not to push any harder. I figured it was time to end this match, and it is kind 
of cool knowing that I gave him a scare and could have given him more of one. 
     I can?t wait to start lifting tomorrow, because I just know my muscles will respond to weight lifting, 
and I am looking forward to getting bigger and stronger. 
     
     Mr. Richardson?s View of things, the next morning
     
     I arose early and donned my summer outfit of baggy shorts and a golf shirt. My wife, Sarah, got a 
quick breakfast of Avacado toast and coffee, and I poured myself a cup and took the paper out to the deck 
overlooking our yard and the pool. I had just started reading when Vanessa appeared on the pool deck in her 
tiny spandex shorts and a sports bra. The clothes that young girls wear these days are very revealing, much 
more so than when I was young, but she could definitely pull it off. She carried a yoga mat, and I figured she 
was going to do some meditation or yoga, but instead she did some stretching and a few core exercises. 
     The first thing was a virtual split, in which she faced away from me with her legs splayed out to the 
sides, and then started squeezing alternately her two butt cheeks; she was stretching her hamstrings but 
working her glutes. The left would rise and then fall when the right butt check rose. It was mesmerizing. If I 
did not know better, I would have thought she was teasing me. 
     After that, she did some yoga exercises, ending with a downward dog from which she then began a 
set of push-ups. I watched surreptitiously, hiding behind the newspaper. I usually think of fifty push-ups 
without stopping as a milestone. That?s a good number for a young person to do, but she blew past that and 
did not stop until she reached seventy-five, after which she stretched her arms, twisted her torso, and did a 
double rear bicep pose as a stretch, showing off her well-toned muscles. She then repeated the same seventy-
five push-ups, finishing with ten clapping push-ups. 
     ?God this girl is strong.? I thought to myself. 
     After the push-ups, she did a handstand for about a minute and then performed ten handstand push-
ups.  She followed that with body weight squats and single leg squats, some squat-thrusts, finishing with 
about twenty straight minutes of sit-ups and crunches, ending with planks. Her abs were glistening with 
sweat and showing some real definition.
     ?Hey,? I called out, ?You may want to save some energy for later.? 
     ?Oh, this is just my morning routine. I?ll be fine, later, no matter how much you push me. I do this 
almost every day, even competition days for gymnastics.? With that, she rolled up her mat and came up the 
stars to our deck to go back into the house. She paused as she passed me and asked about the news. 
     ?The news? What news??
     ?Well you?ve been reading that newspaper pretty attentively for a while now.? Then I thought I saw 
her smirk as she walked away and went inside. Her athletic body moved like that of a cougar, with purpose 
and no wasted motion. She was only fourteen, but she exuded physical confidence and a new awareness of 
her own sexuality. Or was it just me?
     Odd, she had been over here so many times over the years I could not count them, and I had never 
looked at her this way. She had not changed that much since three days ago when she and Britney were 
playing in the pool. But I certainly saw her completely differently than before.
     This change in the way I saw her was entirely due to my awareness of her desire to be strong and her 
pride in her own physical prowess; that made me look at her in a whole new light, that and maybe the 
possibility that she was aware of the effect it all had on me. I would have to be careful not to let these 
feelings show. My admiration was for her athleticism, but there was an undeniable sexual side to it. I would 
have to prevent that side from predominating to keep my own self-respect and stay out of jail.
     
     ?Vanessa?s view of things?
     
     I am a bad person. I know it now. I got up early, before Britney was ready to get out of bed, and I 
went to the pool to do my morning exercises. Mr. Richardson was on the deck overlooking the lawn and the 
pool, reading his paper and drinking coffee, but I knew he was watching me. 
     He is my best friend?s father, my father?s best friend, and a man I respect and love, and yet now that I 
know he is fascinated by female strength, I used the sexual side of that to gain his attention, and I enjoyed it. 
For some reason, to be able to get the attention of a man just by being myself is empowering and makes me 
feel different than I have felt before, as the country song says, ?I feel like a woman.?
     The first thing I did was something I had seen on some Tik Toks. I got on my yoga matt, did a split 
and did a twerking exercise with my butt. I think that got his attention. The rest of the time, I just did my 
normal routine, but as I stretched, I flexed a few times in case he was watching. 
     The worst thing I did was tease him on the way back into the house. I said, ?How?s the news?? 
because I knew he had been hiding behind the paper while he watched me. 
     I don?t know why I did that. Now he knows I know. Maybe he thinks I want something sexual from 
him. Oh God. That would be the worst.  And it?s my fault, sort of, because I knew I had this sexual power, 
and I used it and then made him aware of it. ? But it?s nice having that kind of power and I have never felt 
it before, so I?m going to cut myself some slack. I just can?t get carried away. He has nicely offered to let me 
use their weight room, and I don?t want to blow it. ? Hmm, if I can get Britney to do this with me, then all 
the weirdness I helped create might just go away, and if it doesn?t then it?s on Mr. Richardson.
     
     
     Mr. Richardson?s View of things, later that day
     
     Around 10:30 I went to the basement and began straightening up the area that serves as my gym. I 
have two benches, one with an adjustable rack and adjustable angles and the other simply flat, a large 
selection of plates and dumbbells, a squat rack with an adjustable pull down pulley attachment, and a 
preacher curl bench. That has served me well.
     A few minutes later, Vanessa appeared with Britney. I was surprised, but pleased to see Britney there. 
My daughter has lifted here before and is quite strong herself, so she will be a perfect training partner for 
Vanessa. Plus, it takes away that weird sexual tension that was in the air. 
     I introduced the equipment, the safety precautions, and the ground rules for use of the weight room. 
Then I demonstrated a few of the principles I thought they ought to follow. 
     ?OK, so let?s get started. It?s always a good idea to start with the large muscle groups and work our 
way down to the small ones.?
     With every exercise, both my prot?g?s excelled. I knew Vanessa would be stronger, but Britney held 
her own. They would make good training partners, and I noticed they both produced a substantial pump. I 
was proud of my daughter and pleased with Vanessa. 
     I had started them on relatively easy weights that I knew they could handle easily, and Vanessa was 
chomping at the bit to try something more substantial. 
     ?None of these weights are very hard, Mr. Richardson. I want to have more of a challenge so I can 
start making real progress soon.?
     ?Hold your horses,? I told her. ?Familiarizing yourself with the process of the weights is a good place 
to start, in a week or two you can increase the weights.? She sulked for a minute and continued itching for 
more.
      By the time we got to the bench press, she was really chomping at the bit. I started the two of them at 
95 pounds and increased it to 105 and then 115 for a pyramid. They were then supposed to descend doing 
eight reps of each weight. I thought that would be a good starting point. Vanessa was sulking a bit, and they 
were handling it easily, so easily that when they got to 115, Vanessa kept going after eight reps to prove her 
point. I thought she might tire at twelve or sixteen, but she powered through thirty repetitions and obviously 
could have done more. 
     Then, when Britney was finished with her set, Vanessa took away the two five pounders to bring it 
down to 105, but instead of lying on the bench she added two 25 pound plates to each end of the bar. I 
noticed that including the bar, this totaled the same weight her brother had failed at on the fourth repetition 
the night before. 
     ?Vanessa, I don?t think this is such a good idea??
     ?Mr. Richardson,? She interrupted me, ?No disrespect intended, but please don?t lecture me now. I 
have to do this. Would you spot me?
     Then she slid under the bar and began to do repetitions on the bench with 205 pounds. At first I was 
scared that she would hurt herself; then I became aware that she was on a mission. She completed the first 
two easily, and then actually increased her pace, not slowing down until she had completed twelve good 
reps, after which she racked the bar. She had completed one more than the total for Oscar and Chuck the 
night before. After which, I had one more surprise in store. Britney lay on the bench and pressed out eight 
good reps, faltering a bit at the end but completing them all.
     ?OK! You made your point. It looks like I am going to have to revise my weight chart for the two of 
you. Tomorrow, we do legs.? 
     ?Dad, what do you say we up the weights for the rest of the day and just figure out what our max is.?
     ?That sounds like a plan,? I said.
     We continued and they really impressed me with their strength. Their gymnastics experience gave 
them a lot of endurance, so multiple sets, power sets, and advanced techniques were not a problem. We 
finished with biceps and triceps. Fortunately, the exercises of push-ups, kips, and bar routines, which they 
normally did in gymnastics, gave them a solid foundation. By the time they were finished they had created 
quite a pump. Britney was looking in the mirror flexing for herself, as if she forget I was there.
     ?Van,? she said. ?Take a look at my bicep muscle. I can?t believe it?s this big,? And then Vanessa 
joined her at the mirror. Their arms were no threat to Katie Lee, but they were impressive none-the-less. At 
least fourteen inches. They saw me noticing and quickly stopped. 
     ?Dad, lets not tell the boys about this,? pleaded Britney.
     ?No definitely not!? said Vanessa. 
     ?Tell them what,? I said, joking. Then I winked conspiratorially and said, ?SHHH!? 
     Vanessa grinned with a twinkle in her eye. ?I want to wait until we are so strong they have no answer 
for us.? 
     I just smiled and said, ?That shouldn?t take too long.?
     
     (To Be Continued.)