The Muscular Mrs. Jones: The College Years

[nyfiken]

cant wait to read the next chapter.
I love the way you write.

[009eli]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

I had thought I could be done with the chapter but its taking longer then I thought and I feel like maybe dropping a few shorter chapters might make it easier to read. So in short these are the first 6 or so pages of the latest installment. More forth coming.

As always... love feedback comments. Let me know what you think of the direction the story is going.

Mrs. Jones: The College Years Chapter 3
Part 1

Jinni told me to meet her in the parking lot at 7:30. I sat there waiting on the curb close to the visitor’s parking area.

My heart was fluttering. I was a mess of mixed emotions. I was apprehensive about what the night may bring – I don’t think I had ever really fathomed about what could transpire from Mrs. J crossing into my well-maintained college life. I had only previously met her at her hotel and then later at the show, in her worlds and as a friend to her son. I was beginning to realize she was now crossing over into my world. An idea that was giving me serious pause.

But at the same time – it meant I would get to see her again. And the apprehension I felt was mixed with equal parts excitement. So much so my excessive heartbeat was causing me to sweat through the navy wool suit jacket I was currently wearing.

After returning to campus from the time at the fit expo, I tried my best to adjust back to my life as a college student. But I still couldn’t help but feel I had been exposed to another world that felt more advanced and grown-up than hanging out with my video game playing roommate or Lizzie, who seemed to want to either fuck or hang out with friends.

The people I was around were men… and women. Real adults. And even though they may not be as well known in some circles, they were in fact highly accomplished athletes. Paloma Silvia was the golden girl of female bodybuilding, and there I was inches from her. Even the bros from Pro-Ex were actually adults with a thriving business, who asked me to keep in touch with them and email them about possibly being a brand rep on campus. Whether not they actually meant it or were only being helpful to me because of my relationship with Mrs. J felt a bit irrelevant. They were actual adults out in the world, doing real things.

And that’s what Mrs. J made me feel. She made me think not only was I supposed to be there, but I was equal to anyone who was…

And it was sitting there that I welcomed that feeling this evening, but still with apprehension. I felt any dumb thing out of my mouth could tarnish or taint this relationship. Maybe this was a mistake. Perhaps I should have just texted her to cancel. Appeased myself with merely glancing at her online when she posted a photo on her IG –

But any chance I had to get out of the evening was soon interrupted as my phone buzzed with a text.

JINNI: Pulling up now.

And I could see the LED headlights of Mrs. Jones luxury SUV cut through the night as she pulled into a spot. The engine of the white Porsche shuttering down and then just as quickly I heard the door pop open and then slam shut. Followed by the click of heels across the parking lot….

At first, I couldn’t see her due to the darkness of the evening.

“Lawrence…” I heard her calming voice call out and it soothed me, and it felt like warm honey pouring over me. Sticky, sweet but comforting.

The night was quiet, and the campus had cleared out a bit, and you could only really hear the faint distinct sound of the cicadas that were rural to our area mixed with the click of Mrs. J’s heels as she drew nearer.

“I’m right here…” I said rising from my seat and dusting off a bit of the crud that had gotten on the back of my suit pants as I stood up.

Mrs. J emerged from the darkness. I was once again taken with fear, apprehension, adrenaline… all those powerful emotions but also an odd feeling of pride that this extraordinary woman had chosen to spend time. Time with me. Here! She could have been online with her tens of thousands of fans. And I felt an immense warmness to her, mixed with an odd feeling. A feeling of wanting to protect her….

Mrs. Jones emerged from the darkness and I was once agai given my first glance at her. It seemed as if each time I had seen her, it was like seeing her for the first time – and here it was. That first time all over again, replete with those ripples of excitement…

I had been exposed to soccer mom Mrs. Jones. Beach bunny Mrs. Jones. Casual brunch Mrs. Jones and muscle expo bodybuilder making a statement Mrs. Jones but it was at this moment that I realized I had never been exposed to high-end elegance Mrs. Jones… And that’s what she was undoubtedly embodying this night.

There was something about a woman, who knows when she has ‘It’ – that certain charisma and sex appeal that makes them seem as if they glow and stand out in a crowd – but doesn’t need to force it on you which is as intoxicating as anything. And here Mrs. Jones was with ‘IT’!

She had followed my pleading instructions and dressed in cocktail attire – not come in a posing suit, as she initially threatened me in the car (although, I may have in a fantasy, loved to see what that would have done to the uptight faculty of the history department.).

She had wrapped a light pashmina type scarf around her neck and shoulders. The fabric was flowy and maybe made of silk and sported a floral print. Which I again thought was funny as floral seemed to be the go-to print of choice of women of a certain age and I once again harkened back to the fact that despite Mrs. Jones’ space age physique she was still that soccer mom in an SUV.

The light nature of the scarf covered, or I should say, fit on top of her upper body. Offering slight hints of her thick corded neck and traps as it hugged her tanned muscled skin. The sides of the scarf embraced tight covering her bulged, capped shoulders and tied in front at her pectorals. I should say fit instead of covered because the look was one which on most women would cover, but due to Mrs. Jones overly built muscular neck and shoulders, the scarf had no choice but to wrap itself around, acquiescing to her hard musculature underneath.

Mrs. Jones was sporting a very nice, and most likely very expensive, grey wool dress. The grey, heather color communicated business and class and had a bit of a look of what a high-end business woman would wear to work – and then be able to transition to a post-work cocktail reception without losing stride.

The dress fabric fit and I noticed perhaps had been selected, in light of Mrs. Jones unique build to be sleeveless as it exposed the broad expanse of her back, which I could see bulging, even from the front as she walked towards me.

Despite the professional attire and cut, the dress still seemed to be cut rather high on her powerful legs, mid-thigh… and I couldn’t help but think that the elegance of the dress was meant for something like a young 20-year-old intern at a publishing company flashing her long legs for all the male execs to see. Only this wasn’t a young intern, this was a 43 yr old mom!!

And for a split second, I felt slightly embarrassed for the audacious showiness of Mrs. J’s prominent thighs which seemed to roll, bunch and flex above her small knee joints with each step across the parking lot. I also felt a creeping bit of dread too at the obvious fact that every woman at the event tonight would unfairly compare themselves to Mrs. Jones powerful, shapely legs and no doubt come up short in their own estimations.

“There you are…” Jinni said, and I heard her high heels clack across the pavement and watched her powerful calves flex up and down as she came over to me.

“Stand…” She commanded putting her hands on her hips. And I stood up.

“You look so handsome!” She said giving me a pinch on my cheeks.

In heels, we were close to the same height, and in the flickering light of the parking lot, I took a moment to stare into her eyes.

“Let me see…” She said spinning me around to take in the full look of my suit jacket and trousers.

“My. God… I’m a sucker for a man in a suit. Little hint…” She said and leaned in, her hair brushing across my ear, and the soft hoop of her gold earing swinging inches from my collar. “Every woman is. Although, I’m not sure who tied this tie.” She said taking a step back, and with lightning quickness, she untied my tie and adjusted it through my shirt collar.

“I had to tie Bill’s ties all the time. I used to tie them at night. And then leave them for him in the morning. Sometimes I’m surprised I didn’t need to help him put on his sneakers.”

As Mrs. Jones talked, she quickly flipped, readjusted and then re-tied the tie. As she did so, my close and raised vantage point gave me an intimate view of the small flickers and lightning bolts of sinews, veins, and striations which played under the exposed pec muscle of her low cut dress.

“There you go.” She said pulling the tie tight up against my collar.

“Now… I believe you’ve got an event to escort me to…” She said holding out her arm for me to take her hand in mine.

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Inside the history department building, it was a bit cooler then it was outside. There was a good crowd in there and a group of student milling around making small talk with the handful of professors who easily mingled with the students and their parents.

As we headed inside, I walked slightly ahead of Jinni, guiding her inside the sizeable old archway of the buildings entrance hall. As I did so I got an up-close glimpse at the back of her neck, thick with muscle, and I watched as the light scarf danced in the cool breeze, it’s soft fabric playing against the rock-hard muscle underneath. I couldn’t help imagine what that felt like. To be Mrs. Jones. The soft silk scarf seemed to hardly phase her at all as it continued to flap against the overlapping muscles of her thick back. And I thought about how a mighty bull pays no notice to a small fly flapping near it. I wondered too, what it felt like to be her. How did that muscle feel to wear under her skin? Did it feel like an extension of her body? Or did it feel like wearing thick plates of armor?

We found our way inside and posted up in the main lobby area. I generally am a wallflower and like to drift to the corners of parties and stay out of sight and on my own until I leave,  having talked to almost nobody. But as we made our way I noticed as I began to drift to the wall, Jinni stayed in the center of the room. I couldn’t help chalk it up to her natural ease and comfort. It seemed as if she was the center of attention in any place she was in… so why not own it.

Still here, on this night I was amazed that Mrs. Jones’ muscular physiques seemed to have hardly registered, and I began to think that this was either because the assembled were too polite to gawk… but what I genuinely believe was that seeing an outlier like Mrs. Jones in this buttoned-down affair was such a shock few had honestly gotten a sense to properly process it… yet.

“I… hate… parties…’ Jenni said to me, leaning in her way that implied she was taking me into her full confidence. She also finished her sentence by biting down hard on her lower lip. I got the sense she was trying to signal vulnerability in this new situation, but also at the same time the gesture couldn’t help but come across to me as being highly carnal and charged and an I felt a flash of desire run through my stomach.

Mrs. Jones had subtly dropped her scarf, now exposing her pumpkin-sized delts which danced with shadows in the warm lighting of the room. And I could begin to hear from behind her the low ripples of voices of coming from the place….

The soft chattering and whispering. Men and women at the gathering beginning to slowly take in the women in their midst. Looking behind Mrs. Jones and past her massive traps I could see a student behind her, a female close to my age take in Mrs. Jones’ massive back which had now been exposed to her by the dipping scarf and mouth to her companion in wide-eyed amazement.

And across the room, the same scenario was playing out. The gapes, the awe… the, of course, different reactions. The men who tried not to stare. The women who stared with envy and then looked at their male companions to see if they were watching.

Of course through all of this, either by plan or ignorance, Mrs. Jones completely ignored it. Seeming as unflappable as ever.

“Come Lawrence… why don’t you show me around …” Jinni said wrapping her bicep around my arm and taking my hand in hers.

I was about to lead her out to the courtyard which had a lovely 16th Century fountain that had been donated to the school years ago when we heard a rusty old male voice from behind us –

“Lawrence… I thought that was you…

[009eli]

Hi - Here's the next installment. If you could please disregard the last paragraph or so so of the previous installment I posted I'd much appreciate it. I had another idea which I added.

Again, comments, critiques, encouragement are all welcome.


THE MUSCULAR MRS. JONES - THE COLLEGE YEARS CHAPTER 3

Part 2


A girl with a serving tray of glasses filled with champagne came over to us –

“Madame –“ I could see her eyes drift briefly to Mrs. Jones musculature and linger for a second before quickly snapping back to her own reality “Uhm… Champagne?” She asked holding out the tray of course only to Mrs Jones who was clearly past drinking age. I only got a brief smile.

“Of course… Aren’t you so sweet…” Jinni said taking one of the glasses as the girl headed off to pass out the rest of the drinks. But not before doing a quick double take over her shoulder in Mrs. J’s direction.

“Here you go…” Jinni said looking both ways before passing me the glass. “Down it.” She said again in a conspiratorial tone.

“But I’m… I’m not 21…” I said protesting.

“Jeez Lawrence… Don’t be such a stick in the mud.” She said giving me a playful wink with one of her dazzling blue eyes. “Besides, I’m in contest prep mode.”  She said and smoothed out the waist of her dress and I could clearly see the defined lumps of her sculpted 8 pack under the fabric. “Don’t you know never to argue with a female bodybuilder while she’s in prep mode. Now if that had been a tray of chocolate cup cakes… Let’s just said there may have been problems.” She laughed again and quickly motioned for me to finish the glass of champagne. Which I did and then quickly passed the empty glass back to Mrs J hopefully before anyone had noticed.

The quick downing of the alcohol had my head swimming. “Are you trying to liquor me up?” I asked her.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” She said back with a smirk. “Listen… I need to ask you a question. I have a contest next weekend. The nationals and –“

But before Mrs. Jones could answer I heard a voice coming from behind us…

“Lawrence… I thought that was you… “

And spun to see Professor Jefferies making a B line towards us across the room. I was glad I had finished the drink when I had, if Jefferie’s had caught me with it, it’s no doubt that it would have increased his dislike of me which he often seemed to have little problem hiding.

“Good evening Professor Jefferies – “ I said trying my best to get my bearings after gulping the champagne. That and I was still adjusting from the nearness of being in such close proximity to Jinni, whose muscular body and shoulders I could feel emanating heat just inches away from me.

Soon Professor Jones was right in front of me in his tweed jacket and wool sweater combo.

It had taken a minute but I could see that Jefferies had finally gotten a chance to take in Jinni and his face registered a flash of surprise. It didn’t hurt matters that Mrs. Jones had let her silk scarf drape lightly off her shoulders, allowing him a full view of her tanned muscled neck, capped shoulders, pecs and the top portion of thick biceps which peaked out just above the light colored fabric.

“And who is this divine creature..” Jefferies asked matting down what remained of his balding hair and held his hand out to greet Jinni.

“This is my – “ I froze. We hadn’t exactly worked out this dynamic and my eyes flitted to Mrs j’s who looked at me in recognition of the jam we were in. Whereas my eyes registered panic, Mrs J’s only danced with schoolgirl glee at the prank she was putting over.

“My step mother…” I heard myself say.

While Jinni blurted out… “In law…”

Wait? That didn’t make sense and I could see Jefferies picking it over in his mind.

“My step mother…” I quickly recovered. “She—“

“I was married to his father. Briefly.” Jinni said extending her hand. Her small wrist was replete with a small gold tennis bracelet, which only seemed to highly the golden tan of her skin and the blue veins which snaked up the back of her thickly muscled forearms.

“Right. They were married.” I said jumping in again.

“And then we got divorced.” Mrs. J threw in, keeping the game alive.

“And then my dad remarried… My old mother.” I looked at Jefferies to see if he was buying it, and although he looked a bit puzzled I don’t really even think he caught on.

“Jennifer… Jennifer Halifax” She said finishing up the introduction and extending her hand out.

“Oh mademoiselle enchante…” Jefferies said pawing over Mrs. J’s hand… and if I’m not mistaken I think I even saw him try and press into one of her veins as if to test the tertiary strength of the artery… Before bringing Jinni’s hand up to his mouth to give it a kiss, which I even had to admit seemed to go an uncomfortably long amount of time before Jinni quickly pulled her hand back.

It was at this moment that Mrs. Jones, either by chance or design, slowly undraped the scarf from her shoulders.

“Lawrence, it’s getting hot in here, would you mind holding this my dear.”

And fully exposed her upper body. I had to briefly control the urge to let off a slight whimper as Mrs J stood there, with her shoulders arms and broad back now fully exposed. I was once again taken aback, it seemed like in just the few short days it had been since I saw her at the convention Mrs J had taken her conditioning to another level. Now exposed, I couldn’t help but marvel at the large peeks of her biceps which, contracted and flexed as she folded up the delicate scarf and passed it over to me.

“There we go…  that’s much better.” She said as she adjusted the dress slightly which had dipped while removing the scarf. The action caused a brief ripple of striations to dance across her rounded delts.

I quickly gathered myself… but Jefferies didn’t seem to be dealing with it quite as well. During the unveiling of Mrs J’s upper body I could see his mouth go slack and now he was leaning in slightly rocking back and forth in his thick black loafers and I couldn’t tell if he was shocked, scared… or maybe a combination of the both.

“Professor Jefferies… You okay…” Mrs Jones asked in her most caring Southern Bell voice.

“Oh… Yes… Yes my dear it’s just… As may I say…. You seem to be in quite spectacular shape I—“ Jefferies hand seemed to float out away from his body. It hovered inches from the back of Jinni’s thick triceps which were pushing out from her arms. His hand stood there trembling as Mrs J pumped her arm out straight, flexing the horshoe of her tricep out as the hairlines of the deep striations danced under her tan skin.

Jefferies hand continued to hover there and then… briefly touched the thick tricep and then quickly shot back as if it had burned him. Mrs J did her best to stifle a laugh at how fast she had turned this ‘brilliant man of letters’ into a cowering pool. I was in fact dying and loving every moment of it and I can’t help but think Jinni realized that and was thus prolonging the agony.

“I try to keep active.” Jinni said, drawing back her flexed arm and returning briefly to her relaxed state.

“Uhm… Don’t let her lie to you Professor Jefferies… She’s a professional bodybuilder. Actually she’s number… What are you 37? 42?” I said jokingly padding the number out to try and get in a dig at her expense.

“I’m actually… top ten…” Jinni said in playful mock amusement. “Actually top five.” She finally added and I thought I could see a vein in Jefferies neck go into over drive at the news that he was standing so close to such an elite competitor.

“Oh that’s… Oh is that great… The physical pursuits have a great tradition in the art world… One only need to look at the classic statues of the Roman era which depicted the honed bodies of Olympian athletes.”

“Oh really, Professor Jefferies? I thought you said all athletes were dumb jocks?” I asked him again parroting a statement he had made to class one day about members of the school’s football team. 

“Oh what… no? Me? In fact I too was an athlete. I did archery my junior year at Yale.” He said puffing up his chest.

“My dear in fact if you would like I’d love to show you some very rare Berlusconi carvings that the department has just acquired. I think you will find a kindred spirit in their depiction of the animal lure of the human body…” He said rolling the last part of the sentence with great theatricality.

“Oh Berlusconi. How can I resist!” Jinni said, doing that thing that only she seemingly could do, of communicating one thing to Jefferies, while seemingly signaling another to me.

“Shall we Madame…” Jefferies said holding out his arm.

“You sure you’re going to be alright here… all alone?” Jinni said turning to me.

“I’ll be fine…” I said, now more sure then ever that I could plagiarize the first twenty pages of the Declaration of Independence as my final report and Jefferies would still give me a passing grade.

“You sure… I don’t want to leave my little schmmoopie out here…” Mrs Jones said pinching my cheek again in a way that I realized was completely in mockery and meant to communicate a secret to just me. That we were both players. On the same team playing at this charade.

“You know my little schmoopie here is very shy. I used to have to wash him and bath him and… “ I could see just at the reference of the intimacy of feigned relationship that Jefferies looked as if he was about to burst a blood vessel.

“Ah-hum…” Jefferies said clearing his throat. “We should look at the Berlusconi’s before the evening gets away from us.”

“Of course.” Said Jinni and then gave me a sly wink, before taking Jefferies arm. I stood there watching them briefly as Mrs. Jones muscular back and lower body sauntered away from me before disappearing across the crowded lobby floor.

[biggerisbetter]

Oh, it looks that Mrs. Jones is kind of flirtatious that evening... We do not know her naughty side yet. It is a very promising opening

[QBikk]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

[009eli]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

Wow! I haven't even posted that story on this page. Props to you for checking it out. I just re-read some of it last night and do think I should get back to it but not really sure if it will be something i can get to immedeatly but thanks for checking it out.

[QBikk]

Hey... Sorry for the delay. I've been away a while and was really surprised to see people were interested in this story. I had no idea! It's really cool to see people appreciate it so much. Thanks to all who posted! I feel bad because I promised this a few weeks ago, but its still not done yet so I figured I'd share at least the first part which I have finished.

You have no idea!! And you can also finish Henry and the Hardbody if you will 😁

Wow! I haven't even posted that story on this page. Props to you for checking it out. I just re-read some of it last night and do think I should get back to it but not really sure if it will be something i can get to immedeatly but thanks for checking it out.

I follow you there 
Can't wait to read what's coming next

[Bugenhagen]

The writing... the premise... AH! I just love it. Great work

[nyfiken]

Amazing story.
cant wait to read the next part

[009eli]

Excited to post this last part of Chapter 3 for everyone. Big shot out to Taoschild who got me off my butt and helped me work through a bit of writers block and also offered up his editing skills for this entry thanks again.

Karma and feedback much appreciated. Love feedback on where and how everything feels this is going. Thanks again for taking a look.

CHAPTER 3 part 2

I watched Mrs. Jones' impossibly muscular upper body saunter its way across the room. Her thick shoulders, arms and exposed back, open for all to see quickly disappeared into the hallway and I was left alone.

I made my way across the party. A hint of Jinni’s aroma still lingered on my arm where she had playfully touched me earlier during our charade and playing stepmother and son. I smelled my shirt and could always pick up the light scent of her perfume, flowery with a bit of spice to it. And that hint of coconut. Like the beach. Even when I think of her now, that’s how I remember her…

But I was soon interrupted by the sound of someone behind me --

“I’m sorry but who the f- is she?’ It was a girl’s voice, and I spun around to see--

Tara Owens. Tara was a classmate of mine, but she was also the captain of the school’s girl’s volleyball team. Tall and supermodel lean, Tara looked as if you combined every hot blonde tennis player into a single girl. She was nationally ranked, and it was big news when she had picked our little school over a bigger college on the West Coast.

I stammered slightly to get my answer out “My step mother…. In law..” I managed to get out, thinking we should go with the roles we had decided to play spontaneously. And then dumbly adding the “In law…” part. I quickly recovered.

“My stepmother… My ex-stepmom…” I said starring dumbly into Tara’s lipid pools of electric blue eyes. While I had, of course, clocked Tara in my history class but one never in a million years dream of even uttering a word to her and now here she was talking to me and surrounded by her posse of equally beautiful blonde volleyball playing babettes. My date with muscular Mrs. Jones was paying unexpected dividends.

“Damn… Your stepmom is jacked…” Tara said, accentuating the end of her sentence of a little bit of a valley girl twinge, that I might generally find annoying but on her seemed to suit her. The profound respect she was showing for Jinni’s hard-fought muscular body, athlete to athlete was turning me on a bit.

“Did you see her back!” One of Tara’s friends exclaimed.

“And her legs were like BLAM! BLAM!” Said another in apparent awe of Mrs. Jones sweeping lower body musculature.

“Yes. She works out –“ I said rather dumbly, again, saying Jinni worked out was a bit like saying Lebron James played a little bit of basketball.

The girls soon laughed.

“She’s a bodybuilder. “ I quickly added. “Top five in the world.”

Tara extended me her hand and I shook it in awe. “Tara Owens… Me and my friends do a study a group if you want to drop by. We try and turn Professor Jefferies stuff into something at least partially interesting.”

Tara laughed slightly as she said this and I saw that her abs, tanned and exposed, in her belly cut shirt tensed somewhat. She was a highly erotic turn on, but still nothing compared to the solid cue balls of abs I had seen on display by Mrs. J at last weeks expo.  Even un-flexed, Jini’s abs looked as if they might, at any moment, burst through their skin.

“You should stop by…” Tara added with a twinkle.

I couldn’t believe it. Tara was a walking dream billboard all through campus. At almost six feet and ravishing she turned heads everywhere she went. She was every guy’s go to crush. And now here she was… inviting me to study with her and the entire volleyball team. I had, of course, experienced the halo effect that Mrs. Jones’ body had caused, but now, here she was creating ripples when she wasn’t even in the room!

“What’re Y'all talking about?” I heard Jinni’s silk smooth drawl come up behind me and briefly tickled the hairs on the back of my neck.

“Jinni, I’ll go to the bar and get us some waters…” I heard Professor Jeffery’s say clearing across the room. Before Jinni give him a kindly, albeit slightly dismissive fluttery wave with one of her hands. Her long, well-manicured nails catching a bit of the soft lighting of the room.

“We were just talking about how cool you look…” gushed Tara breathlessly.

“Aww… thanks well aren’t you so sweet.” Said Mrs. Jones taking in the compliment in stride.

“Could you… you know….” Added Tara, bringing her arms up into an exaggerated flex, which I noticed caused her own well-toned biceps to pop notably.

Jinni laughed, I’m sure flattered by the attention that the cute girls were lavishing on her.

“Uhm… erh… let me see…” She said. Standing back a bit. “I’m not exactly dressed for it… but – “ Mrs. J said in regards to her evening dress, whose back looked as if it was struggling mightily to keep her bulging lats under wraps without tearing.

“Here goes…” Said Jinni. Once again unfurling the scarf and passing it off to me.

Jinni took a step back, placed her left hand on her hip, and balled her right hand into a fist. And then with the great theatricality of a natural performer cocked her hip slowly to the side bending down and finished by bringing her fist into a hard flex. A tight baseball-sized ball of muscle bunched and then popped up along her arm, stretching her skin tight and allowing a large blue vein that snaked along the top to pop prominently to life. The hard flex also caused the veins on Mrs. J’s forearms to push out and press out forming silhouetted blue subway map sized veins to crisscross across her arms.

“Got- damn…” I head one of Tara’s friends in tone.

Mrs. J then hinged at the hip. Lowering her elbow slightly like a tea kettle. I could see now, the reason for this was to allow her bat wing sized lats to pop out and accentuate her small waist. She then pumped her bicep one more time and brought it up in line with her shoulder one final time.

The effect of the last pump I could see now was to fill the bicep with blood and bring it to it’s full, flushed shape, which was now noticeably more extensive and more than defined than just moments ago.

“Got… damn….” Tara’s friend said once more. And I could see that the three college-age girls were all slack-jawed with the large muscle displayed inches from their face

Not only that. Mrs. J’s display had brought the night to a stop, and I could see pretty much every head in the nearby vicinity crane to see the impromptu flexing show that was being performed by a person whom everyone in the room believed to be my stepmother.

“Ah-mazing…” Tara finally said. A goofy grin crossing her face.

For the piece-de-resistance. Mrs. J, slowly and again, with great theatricality, brought her hands down to her waist. Balled her fists and, just like I had seen her do in her rear flex during the photo shoot at the fitness show, mashed her fists hard against her waist causing the fabric of her dress. I noticed, with the force generated by her small fists, the fabric bunch of up and she smashed her hands hard against her hips, contracting her already tiny waist into a now, near minuscule shape. Then… slowly… clenching her fists harder… sending out snaking veins over her already pumped forearms and shoulders and then…. With a quick upward motion popping up on her toes and cocking her elbows out to the side in a full-on lat spread.

The pose was an impossibly forceful and powerful and I noticed the contracted muscles of her arms and the upward swing of her flaring back caused her rippled pecs, which were having problems being contained in her low cut dress, to stretch wide over her clavicles and splinter in flexed muscle meat. The top muscle of her chest even pumping up high and obscuring the bottom part of her chin.

Mrs. J stood there for only a few moments holding the pose, which was no doubt impossibly powerful in front of the gawking girls. Before quickly dropping her arms at her side.

“Can’t do that one too much… Or I’ll be back at Nordstrom returning the dress….” Jinni added offhandedly. She shook her arms out to relax them, and I noticed the ropy muscles bunch and flex.

The girls all broke out into spontaneous applause.

# # #

Later. Jinni, Tara and her friends spoke about training for a little bit, with Mrs. J even acknowledging Tara’ remarkable build for a college-age girl.

“I didn’t start training until after I had a kid. If I had started at your age…” Mrs. J said, and I could see Tara glow with some pride.

We left them with Jinni promising she would send then some training tips and that they would keep in touch via email.

A little bit later we found our way out to the courtyard area. Professor Jefferies had not so subtly slipped his number to Jinni and sauntered off with a hop in his step to mingle with more parents.

“Did he try to do anything to you?” I asked.

“Why? If he did. What are you going to do? Fight your history professor?” Mrs. J asked, raising an arched eyebrow in a taunting manner.

“Yeah – I maybe…” My fists began to tighten.

“Don’t worry. The only thing he tried to do was to give me a history lesson on ancient European sculpture.”

I briefly unballed my fist.

“But I’m so glad I have you here as my protector…” She leaned forward and draped her muscular arms on my shoulders and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

The night outside was warm, but a little bit of fall had just started to creep into the air, and we both sat there for a moment, quiet. The area had a large fountain in the middle, and we both observed silently, happy for a reprieve of peace from the festivities.

“My protector.” Mrs. Jones said. Her arm felt terrific. It felt so different than anyone else's arm. Substantial and I could even feel the thick vein of her bicep pressed lightly into the back of my neck. That was the thing about Mrs. J, she was substantial. She took up space. Physically. Mentally. Nothing on her body was there by mistake. No square inch of her frame existed by default, it had all been earned. Chiseled away by grueling hours in the gym. This gave her a fantastic presence and substance in the world. You felt as if, when everything was flying and spinning, she was the one beacon – that north star you could set your compass by.

“Don’t you think you should go back and visit your adoring public.” I said in a joking manner.

“Oh my… “ Mrs. J laughed a throaty laugh and tossed her head back.

“I think you certainly left a positive impression on Professor Jefferies.”

“Oh… He’s so cute…” She said in a way that was both off hand and dismissive. The way you may describe a friend’s pet whose constantly yapping for attention. But still, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

We rose to get up and head back inside satisfied with our moment of peace out away from the party, but before I headed back Jinni grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around.

“Before we go back in  – I just need to know… Are you proud of me…” She asked me. Standing there, she took both of my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. I’m sure to anyone observing at the party, the image looked somewhat ludicrous. Me, a bony long college student, ahead or so higher than Mrs. J, in silhouette, her body thickly muscled, bulging arms, bulging back, lats and a lower body that was so curved with muscle it should have come with its own traffic hazard sign. Standing there, facing each other in the moonlight as the music of the party was drifting out into the courtyard.

“Of course I’m proud of you,” I said.

“Good,” she said and quickly broke off the embrace

“Lawrence… You’re so cool…” She said and gave me another playful tussle of my hair and trotted off back into the crowd.

# # #

We had spent about another hour or so in the party with Mrs. J, of course, being the talk of the night and getting Professor Jefferies' phone number.

"Call me Mon Cherie--" He said planting a kiss on her hand.

Heading back to Mrs. J's car we walked side to side along the small walkway that lead to the parking lot.

“Lawrence I need to know if our great friendship is going to continue are you an introvert or an extrovert… meaning do you like to be around people or are you more comfortable with your own space… "

“I guess… I do like to be around people, but also like my own space.”I said taking this in and being a bit surprised by the level of depth of Mrs. Joneses' question.

“So, an introvert. Good. Good. I’m one too –“ She said and smiled.

“I don’t think so. You always seem to shine when you're around people.” I added, looking over to her.

“It’s all an act.” She said, in a kind of mock diva voice. And then gently rolled her head back on my shoulder. “I’m shy but…” She put her hand to lips as if she was telling a secret, but exaggerated the action to imply a certain detachment “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Now come on.”  She began to trot along a bit of the grass alongside the path back to the parking lot. “You always need to walk a lady back to her car to make sure she gets back alright.”

She said and bound forward a bit making me run to catch up with her. As we walked back, Mrs. Jones walked in the grass. She took her heels off and walked barefoot, kicking up a bit of the evening dew that had fallen. She walked kick up her legs as if exaggerating the walking action, and I could see her small, feminine feet, complete with a beautiful shade of pink nail polish kick up the dew that had collected on the grass. She felt entirely natural as if she was some sort of nature sprite, more connected to movements of the planet and life and nature and it was in moments like this I couldn’t help notice how small she would seem – far and away from the crowds and despite her massive frame she had a way of making you feel like you needed to protect her.

As we traipsed along and took my hand in hers. Holding it only by the fingertips, somehow it made feel even more intimate then if she had held the entire thing.

“Okay…. So give it to me. How did I do?”

“I think you did awesomely.”

“Hmmm., “ she said pursing her lips tightly as if really taking this in. “I do think you’ll maybe get some good grades from Michael…” She said referring to Professor Jefferies, as I guess they were on a first name basis now. 
 
“Oh yeah…”

We finally arrived at her car and Mrs J dug into her purse and clicked the car doors open.

“We can talk more about it at the show…”

“What show?" I asked. “The Nationals?”

“Yeah… duh…” She said clicking her tongue and shrugging her shoulders as if it was the most natural thing. The playful movement made her numerous traps bulge up high giving the motion even more of a pronounced effect and made Mrs. J’s neck and shoulder region look Frankenstein thick. And I couldn’t even help but notice the movement causes a ripple of a thick vein to cascade down the profile of her rounded out shoulder and off the thick tip of her bicep. The vein stood out even more so in the street light of the darkened parking lot.

"You brought it up but you didn't say anything else..."

"My bad... Contest prep brain..." She said in a dismissive manner. "I have the nationals in a few weeks. My biggest show of the year, I have a friend coming out to help me, but I'll need my manager there. You know help me handle stuff. Bill and Sebastian used to do that for me -- but you know... Bill's kind of out of the picture and Seb's away at school so... "

"What kind of stuff?" I said kind of dumbly.

“Lawrence… You’re my manager…” She said and leaned in pushing one of her fingernails in my chest in playful mock annoyance.

“Fine… Fine… I guess I’m on my own.” Mrs. J said throwing up her arms in a shrug and heading around to the driver’s side of her car. And I noticed, again bathed in the mixture of the moonlight and the streetlight ahead, the exaggerated gesture caused the muscles of her back to bunch and her lats to flex out to an excessive degree that I was glad the dress seemed to have a stretching fabric which moved to accommodate Mrs. J built body.

"Besides... it's just going to be a bunch of muscled oily women posing and prancing in small bathing suits. I guess we are kind of foolish... Kind of gross and freaky..."

It was the first time I had heard Jinni talk about herself that way and I couldn't tell if she was genuinely down on herself or just being a bit self-deprecating.

"I- I think it's cool..." I said managing to stammer out a response and try to keep my poker face as possible.

"Cool... I think it's kinda cool too..." Mrs J said smiling back.

[FemaleMusclesFan]

Such an amazing story...
I deeply love it...
A work of art such as Mrs Jones' physique!

[pepperdog]

Great story, here's more karma

[taoschild]

Wonderful story. I look forward to where its going between the two of them.

[biggerisbetter]

009eli, I wonder whether I more love you for the story or I hate you for publishing subsequent chapter so rarely... When I decide I will let you know
I hope the whole volleyball team will start lifting heavily from now on

[QBikk]

Hi! What a great plot setting chapter. I wonder now that all the school will know about Jinni how it will go for him and his girlfriend...