Fiona slowly pulled herself up and checked the time. It was ten o’ clock,
“Oh God I feel awful” she thought to herself “What on earth happened” Fiona did not normally drink much and so hadn’t had a hangover in years. Also because of her size it took a hell of a lot of alcohol to get her drunk in the first place, but today she had a hangover. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower hoping this might help to clear her head. It did, but she wasn’t very happy about it. As she was standing in the shower, the water running over her head and dripping off her big firm breasts, she began to remember what had happened. John coming into the flat and what had happened next. As the memories came flooding back she groaned out loud. She had never done anything like it before and couldn’t believe she could possibly be so stupid. John was probably at this very moment sitting in a police station filling out a report about kidnapping, sexual attacks and grievous bodily harm. She wouldn’t blame him if he sued her for every penny she had.
“Shit” she said out loud “Shit, shit, shit” Fiona looked down at her body, She had always loved her muscles. She looked at her right arm and flexed the bicep; the muscle pushed the skin out until it was nearly translucent, a vein stood out and criss crossed from one side to the other and down to her forearm. She looked down at her chest, the pectoral muscles swelled when she flexed them and her beautiful ‘D’ cup breasts stood to attention, making it difficult for her to see her feet. These muscles that had always looked after her had now gotten her into deep trouble.
She stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels to dry herself off with. Her body was so large that one towel was never enough. When dry she put her dressing gown back on and sat down heavily on the bed. Fiona had always been strong. Ever since childhood she had had the responsibility of being much stronger than anyone around her. She had learned early to be very careful of how she used her strength. When she first started junior school she was stronger than any other pupil even though she was only five years old and the oldest boy was eleven. When she started senior school at twelve she was stronger than anyone in the school including the teachers. All her life she had avoided fights, even walking away from other kids who were trying to pick a fight with her. She new that if she got even slightly annoyed with them they could end up in hospital. Once a boy about three years older than her jumped onto her back from behind. It was totally out of the blue and she reacted from instinct. She put her hand over her shoulder, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and with one hand threw him twenty feet onto the hard ground. He ended up in hospital and she would have been expelled, had it not been for other kids who spoke up for her. The first time she went out with a boy, he was much older than her and more experienced. They were round the back of the cycle shed and went to kiss. For a few seconds it was great, and then she heard him scream out in pain and started thrashing about in her arms. She was holding him so tight he was unable to breath. After that she always let the boy hold her. The only time she had broken that rule was about four years ago when she went out with the local bodybuilding champion. This guy was really big, his body boosted by steroids and he had a fifty odd inch chest. Fiona thought she would be safe enough with him. He had taken her to his apartment and even though she didn’t really like him they got down to business. He was lying on top of her and started getting rough. Had she been a normal woman he would have hurt her a lot. Fiona had taken as much as she could and put her arms around his back. With him lying on top of her she started to apply pressure. It only took a fraction of a second before he screamed out for her to stop. She gave him one extra little squeeze and threw him off her. She found out later he had broken three ribs.
Now she was sitting on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands.
“What have I done” A tear welled up and flowed down her cheek.
Crash
Fiona jumped. The noise had come from downstairs. Who on earth could be in the kitchen? She ran out onto the landing and sneaked quietly down the stairs. As she neared the bottom she could hear a man’s voice humming tunelessly. She walked in and found John preparing some breakfast.
“Good Morning. How are you feeling?” John asked brightly
This time it was Fiona’s turn to do a gold fish impersonation.
“I’m fine,” she said eventually.
“Would you like some breakfast?” John asked, “I’ve cooked some sausages and bacon,”
“Yes please,” she said weakly
John served Fiona some sausages, bacon and toast and poured coffee for them both.
For a few moments Fiona sat quietly trying to gather her thoughts, at last very quietly she simply asked.
“Why did you stay?”
“You locked me in, remember” John said with a smile.
Fiona thought about it then replied “But where did the sausages and bacon come from, I didn’t have any in the fridge.”
“I guess you got me there. I nipped out to the shop at the corner.” John then held up a key, “I found your spare key hanging in the hall.”
“But why did you come back?”
“I thought you might be hungry”
Fiona just looked at him not sure what to say next.
“But after what I did last night you could have gone to the police if you had wanted”
“That would have been an interesting conversation.”
“Hello Officer I would like to make a complaint”
“Yes sir and what is the nature of your complaint”
“I was kidnapped last night”
“That’s a very serious charge sir, can you tell me what happened?”
“A woman locked me in her apartment and attacked me”
“A woman you say, did she use a weapon”
“No”
“I see, and what exactly did she do then.”
“Well I walked into her apartment”
“She didn’t force you in”
“No, I walked in and she locked the door.”
“I see, I suppose that was the kidnapping bit, what happened next sir?”
“She backed me into a corner and forced me to kiss her,”
“I suppose you are calling that a sexual attack sir, Is she very ugly?”
“Err… No she is very beautiful.”
“It must have been horrible for you sir, and what happened next?”
“She picked me up and carried me up stairs to her bedroom”
“Picked you up and carried you up stairs, you say.”
“Yes”
Fiona interrupted him “I get the point.” She was feeling even worse about it. “I am so sorry about what happened, I can’t begin to tell you”
“Forget it said John, You were very drunk, people do silly things when they are drunk.”
“I can’t believe you are being so nice about it”
“Hey I’m a nice guy!”
They talked for another half hour or so then John stood up.
“I have to go now” he said “I’ve arranged to meet some people this morning.”
Fiona walked him to the door
“Thanks again for being so nice about last night, I really can’t believe how stupid I was”
“Forget about it” John stepped out onto the fourth floor landing, paused for a second as if he wanted to say something then changed his mind and just said goodbye.
Fiona reluctantly closed the door behind him.
As John descended the stairs he was kicking himself.
“Why did I not just ask her? I haven’t had a problem asking a girl out since I was a kid.”
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs he realised the reason was that he didn’t think she would be interested.
“Why would a beautiful muscular girl like Fiona want to go out with someone like me? There must be loads of bodybuilders she would prefer.”
He put his hand on his arm and flexed the muscle. By comparison it was pathetic and he knew it. Shaking his head sadly he pushed open the door and walked out onto the street. And yet for some reason he knew that she must have liked him to some degree otherwise why would she have done what she did last night.
At that same moment Fiona was also kicking herself.
“Such a lovely bloke and I had to ruin everything. There is no way he would ever want anything to do with me after the way I treated him.”
After several short relationships with bodybuilders she had decided they were more trouble than they were worth. She found them terribly vain. They couldn’t handle Fiona being stronger than them and when they realised how much stronger she was they all got very defensive and intimidated. Normal guys were usually intimidated immediately which meant that Fiona hadn’t had sex for nearly six months. The way he behaved this morning though, John didn’t seem intimidated at all, and when she thought back to what happened the night before she vaguely remembered him massaging and caressing her legs. “Now why did he do that?” She sadly walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
At exactly the same time as John put his hands into his pocket for his keys Fiona lifted them off the kitchen counter. They both turned and ran at the same time, John just reached the outside door before it closed, at the same time as Fiona opened the apartment door. Fiona ran down the fourth flight of stairs at the same time as John ran up the first, John ran up the second flight of stairs at the same time as Fiona ran down the third. The inevitable happened on the second floor landing. John ran full tilt into a freight train and bounced off stunned. If Fiona hadn’t caught him he would have fallen down the stairs headfirst. When John came too he was lying cradled in Fiona’s muscular arms. She carried him back up to her apartment and gently laid him on the couch.
“I forgot my keys”
“I know, I was bringing them down to you” Fiona paused “Are you OK?”
“Yeah I think so, It’s not everyday you get run over by an express train and survive.”
Fiona smiled down at him “I’m sorry again”
“Don’t be silly, it was my fault as much as yours”
John smiled back and went to sit up. As he did so Fiona moved toward him. For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes, then both moving as one they kissed each other passionately. John put his arms round Fiona and embraced her tightly, he was surprised to find his fingers only just touched each other, so big was her back and chest. He moved his hands up and down her back and then squeezed. John always loved to squeeze girlfriends against him; it was just something he liked to do. Normally he got carried away and ended up being scolded for hurting. Not this time, Fiona was on top of him on the sofa however she was being careful not to crush him. As they kissed she noticed him squeezing her.
“That’s nice,” she thought. John was squeezing with all his might and he got the feeling she didn’t even feel it.
They lay on the couch for a while making love, then still kissing, Fiona gently put her left hand behind Johns back and her right hand under his bum and lifted him as an adult would a child; she carried him up the stairs to her bedroom again.
“Ever heard of De Ja Vue?” John asked as he broke off the kiss.
“I’ll De ja vue you” Fiona laughed
She set him carefully on the bed and they kissed again, then she slowly unbuttoned John’s shirt. John threw it to one side and loosened the rope around Fiona’s gown. When he pushed it off her shoulders he gasped in disbelief at the display of muscle and female beauty in front of him. Fiona watched his reaction closely; it was usually at this point that guys would cool and start making excuses. John however wasn’t cooling; he was trying to take everything in and was getting hotter and hotter. Fiona’s long hair was still slightly damp and was hanging straight down her back. It partly covered her neck muscles, which stood high and proud. They flowed down to the broadest shoulders he had ever seen. Each one capped with thick bands of muscle, which accounted for the comfort he felt when being carried on one the night before. There was no possibility of bone digging to him. Her chest was armoured with pectoral muscles that flexed and rippled every time she moved making her beautiful and very large breasts jiggle up and down in highly arousing way, they were the most beautiful full and soft yet firm breasts mounted high and proud. Her six-pack abdominal muscles stood out clear and could have been chiselled from stone. Then there were the arms. These were the arms that had crushed him, cut off the circulation from half his body, bulged so hard into his leg he now had a bruise, and had picked him up as though he were a rag doll. They were magnificent, beautiful, powerhouses, John couldn’t think of an adjective worthy of them. As Fiona moved, her biceps flexed growing before his very eyes. Her legs seemed as tree trunks with every muscle in bold contrast, her thighs he guessed they were as big as his waist. Fiona couldn’t tell at first what John was thinking, then he moved forward and put his hands on her arms, first one hand on each arm then both together on one. He squeezed and rubbed totally in awe.
“Do you like them?” She asked although by now she knew the answer.
“They’re wonderful”
Fiona flexed the arm under John’s hands, her biceps exploded until he couldn’t encircle it with his fingers. He caressed and stroked the mountainous peaks completely awe struck. She put her free hand behind John’s head and pulled his face into her breasts, she flexed her pectoral muscles alternately creating waves of hard muscle and soft breast contrasting and flowing in a way that totally blew Johns mind. Next she leaned down and kissed him sensuously on the mouth. John could feel the mighty power of this female muscle goddess, controlling him, but he was more than happy about it. She pushed him back down onto the bed and they made love. John now new he had found the one thing which had always been missing.
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I wrote this a long time ago and I'm afraid I don't have any plans to do any more at the moment. Cheers All