"You look great!"
That Friday evening Randall showed up at Kathy's apartment promptly at six sharp for their date. His eyes almost popped out when she opened the door and let him in. She was dressed in a tiny little black number. The front was cut very low, displaying the ample cleavage between her breasts and setting off her silver necklace. The short skirt displayed off her long shapely legs, made even shapelier by her high-heeled shoes.
As he drove, he had to force himself to concentrate on his driving. His eyes kept trying to wander over to the vision in the passenger seat. That was definitely a distraction. The skirt riding up those gorgeous thighs, the creamy breasts rising and falling with her slow even breathing.
He took her across the city to a new restaurant that he hadn't eaten at before. It was a fancier, and more expensive, place than where he normally took his dates, even for a first date. But then, this definitely was not a normal first date. No, this most certainly was not a normal first date.
For starters, his date was no ordinary girl. No, she most certainly was not a normal girl. He wasn't an ordinary man, but she was completely off the scale. She might not be the fabulous SuperFemme, but he wasn't about to complain.
Kathy couldn't fault Randall for his selection of a site. She'd never had anybody take her on a date to a place like this before --- Nick's idea of a fancy meal was to include the french fries. The food was exquisite. So was the company, as the two of them sat in a cozy booth in the back, quiet enough for them to talk in private.
After the delightful meal --- with the delightful company --- she and Randall started walking back to his car in the parking lot two blocks away. They were still a block away when they both heard the woman's scream coming from the alley up ahead. Randall immediately started running in that direction. After a brief pause Kathy took off after him. Even in her high-heeled shoes, she quickly overtook and passed him.
Turning the corner into the alley, she saw six young men surrounding an older couple. The man, apparently hurt, was down on the ground. The woman was kneeling over him, crying. The six men were waving an assortment of baseball bats, tire irons, and knives.
Without slowing down, she charged the nearest man. He turned towards her and spread his arms, apparently trying to get her in a bear hug, instead of using his knife. Her fist caught him in the middle of his chest, sending him flying over twenty feet, between two men on the far side of the ring.
She didn't see him land. She was already going after the next man. As he swung his baseball bat at her head, she raised her left arm. The bat shattered as it struck her forearm. Half a second later, her right arm hit him in the ribs with considerably more force. He flew off, hitting the brick wall, sliding down to fall in an unmoving pile.
The third man brandished his knife. She easily caught his wrist, and squeezed. The knife fell out of his hand as the bones in his wrist were pulverized in her grip. A flick of her wrist sent him flying into the brick wall.
The next two men were standing side by side, with a tire iron and a baseball bat. She charged straight at them. Her arms deflected the swinging weapons and then she was upon them, grabbing their heads and bringing them together with sickening THUD. The two limp bodies dropped to the ground.
The last man had backed away from the action, a look of amazement on his face. As she walked towards him, he dropped his knife and pulled a gun out of his pocket. "Die, bitch!" he snarled. Aiming the gun directly at her, he pulled the trigger.
Kathy froze. She saw the bullet come out of the flame and smoke at the end of the barrel as if it was in slow motion. She saw it coming right at her, but she couldn't move a muscle to get out of the way. All she could do was watch it in rapt fascination as it came right at her. The bullet hit her right breast, just about an inch above the deeply dished front of her dress, sending a sharp tingling sensation over the front of her body. The bullet flattened as it decelerated, dimpling her soft flesh until it reached the underlying muscles of her chest. As the steel-jacketed lead slug ran out of energy it stopped, before her firm flesh popped it out to the side. It hit against the brick wall to her right and clattered to the ground.
Randall turned the corner just in time to see Kathy knock two men's heads together. Even from where he was, he could hear the sound. As she let the two bodies drop to the ground, she started walking away from him. In the dim light, he could barely make out another man deeper in the alley. Then he saw the flash and heard the roar of a gun. The roar was followed by a soft clattering sound coming from somewhere near the right wall, but he couldn't understand what had caused it.
Then he saw her leave her feet as she leaped straight at the man. The two bodies hit and fell to the ground. One body got up to its feet. The feet were at the end of two long shapely legs emerging from beneath a very short black skirt.
His experienced detective's eyes quickly took in the scene. A woman kneeling on the ground, crying over a man. Five, no six bodies scattered around the alley, none of them moving. He went to the woman's side, and looked at the body on the ground. He checked for a pulse, it was strong and steady. He found a bump on the back of the head, but there was no blood. "He'll be okay," he told the woman, "though he's going to have a headache when he wakes up."
He quickly examined the other six bodies. They were all still alive, though some of the legs and arms were bent at unnatural angles. He looked up from the last one to see Kathy standing next to him.
"D-d-id I k-k-kill any of them? I really didn't have the time to be very careful." Her body was shaking as the adrenaline wore off.
"No, I think they'll all live. Though some of them might be in the hospital for a while. I've got to call this in. Will you stand guard, in case any of them wake up?"
She only nodded in reply.
He went back to the woman. He took out his badge and showed it to her. "Ma'am, I'm going to call for an ambulance. I'm also going to have to ask you to make a statement when the police get here. Do you understand?"
He only got a nod in reply from her as well.
Leaving Kathy on guard, he went to his car and used his radio to report the incident and told the dispatcher where to send a police car, along with some ambulances. Then he went back to the alley to wait.
Kathy was very nervous as she waited and watched the six muggers to see whether they revived. She couldn't believe that she had actually attacked six armed men by herself. Even more unbelievable was that she had actually defeated them, and quite easily. One of them had actually shot her, and the bullet had just bounced off of her soft breast.
She also realized that she could easily have killed some or even all of those men.
She was glad he came back before any of the six men revived. She felt a lot more comfortable with him around, especially when he took her hand in his.
"Kathy, I heard a gunshot. Did he hit you? Are you hurt?"
His words reminded her of the bullet. She looked down at herself, and saw a gray mark on her right breast. "Yes, he hit me." She gingerly touched herself. There was no pain. As she rubbed at it, the gray smudge came off on her fingers. There wasn't a mark on her smooth skin. "Damn, I'm bulletproof!" She felt extreme satisfaction in knowing that even her softest flesh was more than a match for a bullet.
The first ambulance took the couple away to the nearest hospital. A policeman would meet them there to take the woman's statement.
Three ambulances took away the six wounded and unconscious muggers away. Randall made his report to the police officers who had responded, telling them that he and Kathy had interrupt a mugging in process. He was deliberately vague about exactly how they had interrupted it. The officers were a little incredulous that a detective and his girlfriend had somehow subdued six armed muggers. Randall almost had to pull rank on them to get them to not question Kathy too closely.
"Well, we missed the start of the movie," he said as they walked back to his car.
"I don't think I want to sit through a movie now. Please, can you take me home?"
"Sure thing, Kathy."
He drove the next two blocks in silence, before he spoke up again. "You know, I'm going to have to go to work in the morning to do some paperwork on this one."
"I'm sorry, Randall."
"Don't be, Kathy. It was worth it, for a delightful evening. And I don't think that couple would mind, either. Though I'm going to have to scramble to keep your name out of it."
"I was really afraid that I might have killed somebody. I've never been in a real fight before. Certainly not after I got my new muscles."
Still, his earlier words did help to make her feel a little better. She had saved that couple from a mugging, even though she had been too late to keep the man from getting hurt.
She also started feeling something else. She had noticed that anytime she used her new muscles, she had gotten a little aroused. She had never used her new muscles this much before, and as a result she was more aroused than she had been in quite a while. The sharp tingling feeling she still remembered from the bullet hitting her breast only added to her arousal.
She had never taken a man to her bed on a first date. Somehow, she knew that this would be the first time, if he was willing.
As Randall walked her from the parking lot back up to her apartment, she stopped and turned around, leaning back against the wrought iron fence. Her arms hung between the inch-thick metal as she turned her head and smiled at him, her hair only slightly mussed up after the run-in with those six muggers. "I think I'm ready for a little nightcap," she told him with a smile. "Do you think you're man enough for it?"
As she stepped away from the fence, her arms hooked around the bars. He didn't even see her biceps expand as the bars bent with a high-pitched squealing sound. For a brief moment, he thought that he could see the bars glowing from the heat as she bent them. "Oops, I guess I have to learn to be more careful." The smile on her face led him to believe that she had been most careful to do it intentionally, deliberately showing off some of her incredible strength for him. He felt his pants getting tight.
Turning around to face the fence, she put her hands on the bars and pushed them back almost straight. She ran her hands lightly over the bars to smooth them out a little more. His pants got even tighter. "There, that won't look too obvious now. Shall we go on inside?" She took his hand. Knowing that there was no possible way he could resist her --- not somebody who could so casually bend inch-thick iron bars --- even if he wanted to, he let her lead him inside and up the stairs to her apartment.
She let him in for the promised nightcap. But she didn't offer to fix him a drink. Instead, she bent down and put an arm behind his legs. Before he could react, she had straightened up, cradling him in her arms.
As she carried him in her arms to her bedroom, he thought about the total role reversal he now found himself in. He'd always had to be so careful to be very gentle with a woman. He knew that he wouldn't have to be careful with this one --- that he could be as rough and as physical as he wanted to be. In fact, the situation was totally the reverse. Unarmed, she had easily defeated six armed muggers earlier tonight. A bullet had bounced off of her seemingly soft breast, without even leaving a mark on her smooth skin. He expressed his concern as she laid him down on the bed. "I hope you're going to be gentle with me, Kathy."
Kathy sat down on the bed next to him. "Just how gentle do you want me to be, Randall? I've never had to be gentle with a man before." Her last boyfriend, Nick, had liked it rough and physical --- he had been able to withstand anything she could dish out. But if she did anything like that now, she knew that she would crush the man in her arms, leaving nothing but a bloody stain.
Thinking back to that time in the park, she put the little finger of her left hand in the middle of his broad muscular chest and forced him down onto his back. She was careful not press down too hard, just enough to keep him pinned down to the bed. He put his hands on her arm. But no matter how hard he pushed or pulled, her arm didn't budge a single inch, keeping him pinned down to the bed.
She instinctively knew that if she wanted to, she could completely crush his ribcage with just that little finger. "Hmm, I guess I am going to have to be very gentle with you." She used her right hand to loosen and remove his tie.
She had to release him in order to remove his suit and shirt. She gasped when she saw what she had revealed. She had known that he had great muscles, she had felt them at the park that day. But his chest looked absolutely fabulous, like a bodybuilder's. She had always been impressed with Nick's muscles when he struck one of his bodybuilding poses, but Randall's physique put Nick's to shame. Not even that weightlifter at the pool could come close. She put her hand on his chest and traced his muscles with her fingers.
He put his hands on her arm and tried to stop her. She gasped as muscles exploded onto his chest and his arms when he put all of his strength into the effort. She was amazed at the size of his muscles now; he made Arnold look like the proverbial ninety-eight-pound weakling.
She kept him pinned down as she felt his amazing muscles as he continued to push and pull at her arm. Then she unbuckled his belt and started pulling his pants down. He was no longer struggling by the time she removed the last of his clothes.
She remembered to be very careful to be very gentle with him at all times that night.
"How did the paperwork go today?" Kathy asked him. Randall was driving her home on Saturday night after their second date.
"Surprisingly well. Those thugs confessed to the mugging attempt. They also confessed to a couple of other muggings. I didn't need to say anything about you."
"How about the victim?"
"Oh, he's okay. No concussion or anything like that, just a bump on the head. He was at the hospital for the night, but he went home this morning."
"How about the thugs? Did any of them say anything about me?"
"Those macho gang members? They'd never admit that a chick beat them all up."
"A chick, huh?" She placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed. Not very hard, just enough to let him know that she was not just any ordinary chick.
"Or a SuperChick, for that matter."
"SuperChick? I'm not sure if I like that one much better."
"I'll work on it."
"Are they all okay?" she asked.
"Who, the muggers? Two of them are still in the hospital. The rest are in jail. But they're all alive."
"That's a relief. I really didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to try to prevent the mugging." She laid her hand briefly and lightly on his thigh. "Besides, it wouldn't look good if they found out that you were dating a murderess."
"It wouldn't have been murder. You were trying to prevent a crime. And one of them did shoot you. Justifiable homicide in self defense, manslaughter at the worst. You would have been out on parole in five years." His chuckle told her that he wasn't serious. "Of course, you could just bend the bars and walk out. Though that would probably ruin your chances for parole."
"Have you ever killed anybody? I mean, with your muscles, not with your gun."
There was a long silence. She looked over at his face. She could see that he was trying to hold something back as he debated with himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," she hastily said.
"No, it's not that. It's just that I'm not used to talking about it." He took a deep breath. "But really, you're the ideal person to talk with about that."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm so much stronger and tougher than everybody around me, present company excepted," he smiled at her, "that most people wouldn't believe me even if I told them. I told you that I went into police work as a way to use my strength for good. I've always tried to use my strength to capture criminals rather than to kill them."
"But that's good. You should be proud of that."
"It's stupid! I take risks no one else would. Even when I'd be justified in shooting to kill somebody, I try to capture him. That's gotten me shot on occasion."
She was surprised. "You've been shot? Where?" She couldn't remember seeing or feeling any scars on his body, and she thought that she had been pretty thorough in her examination of his body after their previous date. There had been a mole on his thigh, but no scars.
"All over. I'm tougher than a normal person is, but I'm still not bulletproof. I heal fast, but it still hurts like hell. And one of these days, somebody's going to plug me in the head or in the heart."
They drove on in silence for a while after that. He finally broke the silence. "What about you? What did it feel like when you were shot? It didn't even leave a mark on your skin."
She thought back to that time. "I was scared completely shitless. I could actually see the bullet coming at me, but I couldn't move. I watched it all the way, until it bounced off."
"What did it feel like? Did it hurt?"
"It didn't hurt at all." She paused. "I... I don't know if I should tell you this."
"What?"
"It's kind of embarrassing."
"Now you're done it. You're really gonna have to tell me now."
"Well, it actually felt kinda good when it hit me right in the teat. It kinda tingled, and then it spread all over my front. It got me kinda aroused, just like it happens when I use my new muscles a lot."
"You too? It's annoying sometimes, getting aroused whenever I use a lot of my strength."
"Yeah, I was really aroused that night, after the fight and especially after getting shot."
"I think SuperFemme has that same problem. There was that one story, about that time she smothered a hand grenade between her breasts, and then..."
"A grenade? Between her teats? I couldn't do that."
"You took a bullet there."
"A bullet and a grenade aren't the same thing. How do I know I'll even survive a grenade?"
"You survived that bullet quite nicely."
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?"
"In my work, I've run across some pretty kinky ways of getting aroused. But nothing like this. Bouncing a three-fifty-seven magnum off of your chest. Wow! That should have knocked you flat on your butt, at least. But getting aroused? Wow! Unbelievable!"
"Randall, I'm sorry about raping you last night. I probably wasn't in full control of myself."
"I wouldn't exactly call that rape, Kathy. I wasn't exactly resisting. Not that it would have made any difference to a bulletproof girl like you. But I am glad you stopped when I asked you to."
For the first time in his life, Randall had been forced to ask a girl to stop. Not just ask, he'd actually had to beg. He'd never encountered a girl before who could keep up with him, even though he'd always dated athletic girls. But none of them had been able to fully satisfy him.
He'd dated a bodybuilder for a while in college. She'd told him that she liked it rough and physical. Yet she had left him, saying that he was too rough, too demanding. The last he'd seen of her, she had shacked up with a pair of college football players. The two football players had been beginning to look a little frayed around the edges.
He had been holding himself back, trying to be gentle with her. And she had said that he was too rough on her. A bodybuilder good enough to make it to the state finals both years that he'd known her. A girl physical enough to be outlasting two football players in bed. And she couldn't keep up with him.
He'd had no such problems last night. Kathy had satisfied him like no girl ever had done. And then some. He'd been able to use all of his strength, and she'd wanted more.
"Well, anytime you want me to rape you, all you have to do is to shoot me in the teat." Kathy's words interrupted his reminiscences.
"I could never shoot you," he said as he drove into the parking lot at her apartment.
What happened that night was definitely not rape. Though he again had to ask her to stop, when he was fully sated and drained.
Randall had suggested a little working picnic for the next Saturday. "I want to see just what you can do with those amazing muscles of yours, Kathy."
Putting a little extra something into the picnic basket, he put his sweats on over his running shorts. Then he drove to Kathy's apartment to pick her up. God, she looks good even in sweats, he thought as he met that morning.
"Where are we going?" she asked as she got into his car.
"Wait 'til you see it. It's a surprise." He drove on out of the city into the hills to a state park overlooking the ocean. Turning off the highway onto a dirt road, he went a little further into the forest. There was a meadow with a stream running through it. There was a little picnic area with a couple of tables with parasols. As he had expected, the place was completely deserted this early in the season. Parking the car, they got out.
Walking to the picnic area, he peeled off his sweats. Picking up his sweats, he started to turn around. As he saw her, his jaw dropped. The sweats also dropped, falling out of his hands to flutter to the ground at his feet.
She was standing by the railing at the edge of the picnic area and was looking out towards the ocean, visible over the hills. Her arms were resting lightly on the top of the railing.
He knew that if she wanted to, she could easily mangle the metal railing without exerting herself. He still remembered what she had done to that fence at her apartment building after their first date, without any signs of effort.
"Isn't that a beautiful view?" she asked.
He barely heard her question. He was too intent on looking at a very beautiful view, though probably not the same view as the one that she had just commented on. She had peeled off her own sweats. She was wearing a pair of shorts, red on one side and white on the other side. Both sides were covered with gold stars. Her back was completely bare, except for the two red straps of her top. All in all, a lot of her flawless golden skin was exposed to his view.
Her long golden hair cascaded down her back to her waist, just about reaching to the top of her shorts. The shorts that contained the tightest Buns of Steel that he had ever seen --- or felt.
She turned her head to look back at him over her left shoulder. "Earth to Randall. Earth to Randall. Come in, Randall. I said, isn't that a beautiful view out there?"
Her words finally penetrated through to his brain. Making an effort he finally managed to get his mouth to work properly. "Yes, it really is quite a beautiful view."
She turned around to face him, her smile widening as she saw what he was looking at. He thought that the view improved considerably. She had on a matching star-spangled red and white bikini top to go with her shorts. The top covered very little of her breasts.
"Thank you. But I meant the view out there," she said with a smile.
"Um, yeah. Really beautiful." But his eyes never left the much closer, and much more beautiful, sight standing in front of him.
"Well, now that we're here, what do we do first?"
"Um, don't tempt me."
Her wicked smile told him that she had understood what he meant. "You're the one who wanted to come here to work out. So what do you want to start with?"
"Um yeah, so I did. Let's loosen up first. How about a little run?"
"Sure thing."
"Okay, stay with me," he smiled at her. He remembered their first date and the way she had run past him as if he was standing still, as she ran ahead to the alley. In heels, no less. He had no doubts that she could keep up with him. He turned and started running across the meadow. She quickly caught up to him, and ran by his side, matching him step for step. He gradually picked up the pace, until they were doing better than twenty miles per hour. As they circled the meadow, he picked up the pace even more, to better than thirty miles per hour.
Kathy had no trouble jogging with him as he picked up the pace. When he ran on a little further without picking up the pace any, she turned her head to look at him. She saw that he was going all out, even though she was still at an easy jog. "C'mon, Randall. Let's open it up a little." When he turned his head to look at her, she smiled at him and picked up the pace.
Randall saw her smiling at him as she pulled ahead. Putting his head down, he sprinted, covering the next hundred yards in less than five seconds. When he looked up, she was already nearly a quarter of a mile ahead of him, looking back over her shoulder at him.
Amazingly, she still looked as if she was merely jogging. Knowing that his best sprinting couldn't keep up with her jogging, he stopped running and just watched her. He saw her wave at him. Then she turned her head forward and started running.
Her long legs were mere blurs as she circled the meadow. He estimated her speed at better than two hundred miles per hour. At that speed, it didn't take her long to go all the way around the meadow. When she came back to him, she stopped.
Or rather, her legs stopped. Her body was still going forward at nearly two hundred miles per hour. She pitched forward, sprawling and falling face-first onto the grass.
He cracked up, unable to suppress his laughter. "Ha ha, just like in a cartoon, ha ha!"
She turned her head, looking up at him. He tried to stop laughing, but the embarrassed look on her face was almost as funny as her fall had been.
Then her arm flashed out. He landed on his butt as she swept his feet out from under him. "Let's hear you laugh about that, funny man."
"Okay, I think you're loose now," he told her when they both had gotten back up to their feet and brushed themselves off.
"Ya think so?" She wasn't even breathing hard as he led her to the stream.
Kathy saw him squat down by a boulder more than two feet across. She saw his incredible muscles pop out as he stood up and pressed the boulder over his head. He really is a hunk, she thought to herself as he lowered the boulder back to the ground.
"I think that's a little over a ton," he said as he turned to her and brushed off his hands. "Now you try it."
She walked over to the boulder and looked down at it. Before her recent changes, she wouldn't have believed that anybody could have lifted it. But she had just seen Randall lift it, and she knew that she was considerably stronger than he was. She squatted down and put her arms around it. Straightening her legs, she was surprised at how easy it was to lift it. She was able to press it over her head quite easily.
As she started lowering it back down to the ground, she started to lose her control over the boulder. The easiest thing to do would have been to simply jump out of the way and let the boulder fall. The thought never entered her mind. Instead, she fought against it, trying to regain her balance. She managed to regain control of it before it could hit the ground, bent over at the waist, holding the boulder straight out in front of her. She then pressed it over her head one more time, before lowering it back down to the ground.
Randall thought that he had just seen a physical impossibility. "How... how did you do that?" he asked her.
"Oh, c'mon, you know I'm stronger than you are. That little rock wasn't that heavy."
"No, not that. When you held that out in front of you, there's no way you could have kept your balance. You should have fallen flat on your face."
"You're right. I didn't think about that." She reached out to the boulder again and tried to lift it while holding it at arm's length. Lacking the balance, she could only roll it.
He remembered something from a tabloid article. "SuperFemme says she generates her flying power by flexing her muscles." By this time both of them were firmly convinced that somehow Kathy's new abilities were somehow related to SuperFemme, though they had absolutely no idea how Kathy had gotten them. He went on to tell her what he remembered.
After a little experimentation, they discovered that if she kept her legs flexed, she could indeed lift and hold the boulder with one hand, with her arm outstretched.
"Okay, brace yourself," he told her after she had set the boulder down again. Then he launched himself at her, hitting her with all of his strength, much harder than he had ever hit anybody on the gridiron when he had been a two-way player in junior college. He bounced off of her, landing on his ass.
Getting back up to his feet, he saw that she was giggling. "That tickled," she told him.
"Brace yourself again. I'm gonna try something different." Walking up to her, he put his arms around her waist. Then he tried to lift her up. She stayed put, as if she was rooted to the ground.
They tried to see whether she could fly, as he told her everything he could remember about what SuperFemme had said. Though Kathy could jump quite high, she always came back down. Even when she jumped up and then flexed in mid-air, she couldn't seem to fly. It was apparent that she just didn't have the same flight powers as did SuperFemme.
"Last week, you said that the bullet should have knocked me on my butt. Do you think this was how I managed to stay on my feet?" she asked.
"Probably. You could probably stop a moving car just by standing in front of it," he said.
"Yeah, but it would have been so fun to be able to fly."
After a little more experimenting, he suggested a break for lunch. She ran ahead, easily beating him back to the picnic area. She was sitting on the table, waiting for him. "So, what's for lunch?"
He unpacked the picnic basket, laying out the bread, cold cuts, cheese, and other items. He set out two glasses. Then he reached into the basket for the final item. "I know your birthday was two days ago, but I thought we might celebrate it today anyway." He showed her the champagne bottle.
She clapped her hands together in delight. "Oh, Randall, that's so sweet. You didn't have to do that." Then she smiled mischievously at him. "Or, are you trying to get me drunk so you can take unfair advantage of me?"
"No, but if you're drunk, maybe you won't take unfair advantage of me," he laughed.
"We'll just have to see about that." She joined his laughter.
It wasn't a sure thing, it only worked about two-thirds of the time, but there was a stunt he'd used to impress girls now and then with his strength. He knew that this was one girl that wouldn't be impressed with mere strength, even with his own superhuman strength, but he had gotten too accustomed to trying it.
Holding the champagne bottle in his left hand, he grasped the cork with his right hand, trying to pull out the cork. The cork didn't budge. He strained at a little harder. The cork still didn't budge. Unfortunately, it was beginning to look like this was going to be that one time in three when the cork wasn't going to come out.
Kathy saw him struggling to pull the cork out of the champagne bottle. "Need some help with that?" She smiled at him.
"Damn, I can usually do this." With an embarrassed smile, he handed the bottle across the table to her.
She stopped her hand from grasping the cork as a really wild idea struck her. "Do you mind if I try something a little different?"
"If I said 'No', would that make any difference?"
"No," she smiled at him. Raising the bottle to her mouth with her right hand as she tilted her face forward, she bit down lightly on the cork. Pulling her head back, she pulled the cork out of the bottle. She let the cork drop into her left hand, setting it on the table.
As she pulled out the cork with her teeth, Randall saw some of the champagne spurt out of the bottle, a glob of it landing on her left breast. Grabbing a paper napkin from the table, he started to reach forward to wipe it off.
She held out her right hand. "No, wait. I want you to clean it off the right way." She put the bottle down on the table. Then she reached across the table towards him. He felt himself being lifted into the air as she held him over the table. He knew that she was using her newfound stay-put power to keep him balanced. She guided his face towards her breast. "Now, use your tongue." She moved him closer. He stuck out his tongue and began licking up the champagne. He chased one drop as it started rolling down into the deep canyon between her breasts. After he had licked off all of the champagne, he grabbed her side and pulled himself closer, burying his face between her breasts, his tongue flicking from one side to the other.
He felt himself being pulled away from her as she set him back down. "Oh, no, not yet, Randall. That's dessert, I believe."
"That was the best champagne I've ever tasted."
"Thank you," she smiled coyly at him.
He poured the champagne into the glasses. Offering her one, he raised his in a toast to her. Then they settled down to eating lunch. And drinking the champagne, in the usual manner, not the way he had first sampled it that day.
After lunch, they lay down on the grass to enjoy the sun. But he was in the mood to enjoy something else. As usual, using his muscles like he had that morning had gotten him aroused, his shorts definitely felt a little tight. Apparently, it had had a similar effect on her, for she rolled over and took his hand in hers.
Then she sprang up to her feet, and walked down to the stream. He sat up to watch as she picked up the boulder she had been practicing with earlier. She again held it out with one hand, with her arm outstretched. Then she casually flipped it over her head and tried to catch it with her other hand. She didn't quite find the balance point, as she bobbled it for a few seconds before it fell to the ground.
It took Kathy several attempts before she could catch the boulder with one hand, using her newfound stay-put power, as Randall called it, to balance herself and the boulder. But once she got the hang of it, she discovered that she could easily toss the one-ton boulder over her head from hand to hand. She briefly thought about juggling several boulders, but she had never been able to juggle very well.
Instead, she decided to try lifting something heavier. Looking around, she saw a boulder about six feet across. Walking up to it, she tried to lift it up. Spreading her arms, she was able to get enough of a grip on it to lift it up off of the ground.
Randall saw an amazing sight. She was effortlessly tossing around a boulder that he'd had to strain with, even with his superhuman strength, as if it was no more than a beach ball. Her slender body was barely flexed as she looked more like she belonged on a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue rather than she did on a weightlifting magazine.
Then he saw her trying to lift up a boulder that was about six feet across. His shorts got even tighter as the boulder, which he estimated at about ten tons, came up off of the ground.
As she set it down, Kathy knew that she had the strength to lift the boulder with one hand. But try as she might, she couldn't get enough of a grip on it with one hand. But then, as she kept knocking some chips off of it with her fingers trying to fashion a grip, she got an idea. Hope it works, because if it doesn't, it's gonna really hurt. Straightening and stiffening the fingers of her right hand, she quickly jabbed her fingernails into the boulder. She wiggled her fingers as she shattered the rock while sinking them into it to their roots. She turned to look at Randall as she put her other hand behind her back. His mouth was hanging open. "Look Randall," she called out. "One handed." And with that, she casually lifted the boulder upward and over her head.
Randall almost burst his shorts when she lifted that boulder over her head with one hand. He could see the maze of muscles on her arm and chest, muscles even bigger than his own, that he was so justifiably proud of. God, she's beautiful!
Setting the boulder back down, she walked over to him. She reached down and took his hand, yanking him up to his feet. Reaching out, she tapped him on the side. "Tag! You're It!" Before he could react, she had sprung back twenty feet. "C'mon, catch me if you can. I've got a special prize waiting for the first man to catch me."
He ran after her. She danced away. He kept chasing her. She literally ran circles around him. She even jumped over his head a couple of times.
He feinted in one direction, and then charged straight at her. She jumped up to go over his head. But this time, he was ready for her. He jumped straight up, and just caught her ankle. They fell to the grass in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Mmm, you caught me." She pinned him to the ground with the little finger of one hand while taking his shorts off with the other.
She suppressed a giggle. She had sometimes fantasized about somehow being strong enough to overpower a big strong man like Nick. But the reality far exceeded even her wildest fantasies. Here on the ground before her was this big muscular man, a superman in his own right. Yet he was helpless before her, as she overpowered him with just her little finger. And she wasn't even exerting herself that much. "Now for your special prize."
It was definitely a very, very, special prize that she gave him.
Jim Patterson was late. He was supposed to meet his old high school sweetheart back at his house for a little swim in the backyard pool, but he had an errand to take care of that morning. He and Kathy Norris had dated on and off throughout high school, until by their senior year they had become a couple. It had seemed like a good match, their parents were old friends, and they only lived a block apart. He had played football, though he was strictly second-string, certainly not good to earn his way to college that way. He had never been able to convince her to try out for the cheerleading squad. They had broken up when she went to the West Coast for college, pursuing a journalism degree, while he went to a nearby school for his engineering degree. But they had remained good friends, and saw a lot of each other during the summers. A couple of times two summers ago, they'd almost gotten into bed with each other. Then she had gotten hitched up with some football player at her school.
When he got home, he found nobody at home. He walked through the house and stuck his head out the back door. "Kathy! Are you back there?"
"Over here, in the pool."
He started walking in the direction of the answering call.
As he saw the shallow end of the pool, or rather, who was in it, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared. Kathy was wading in the knee-deep water, wearing a tiny star-spangled red and white bikini.
"Hi Jim. You're mother let me in, and let me wait for you here."
He barely heard her words as he was staring too hard at her. He'd always thought that she was an attractive girl, but she had never looked like this before. Her hair looked a little lighter, almost golden. Her breasts looked larger and fuller, while her waist looked a little narrower. And her skin that tiny bikini didn't cover very much of was tanned to a golden shade. He felt as if he had somehow just stumbled onto a Sports Illustrated swimsuit photo shoot instead of merely walking into his own backyard.
"Let... let me go change, and I'll be right back," he stammered out. He almost tripped over his feet as he turned and ran back to the house to change into his swim trunks.
When he got back to the pool, she was still in the water, lazily swimming from one end to the other, completely underwater, only coming up for air at each end as she turned around. He would have been surprised to know that she was actually swimming far faster than the fastest Olympic freestyler possibly could have done.
He dove into the water. He came up sputtering; the water was cold. Then he felt something touch his legs. He barely had time to draw in a deep breath before he was pulled under.
He surfaced to see Kathy treading water about eight feet from him, giggling. He slapped the water with his palm, splashing her. She splashed him back, still giggling. It seemed as if it was only yesterday, and not last year, that they had last been in this pool together, doing exactly the same thing.
He paddled closer to her. Reaching forward, he got his hands on her shoulders and forced her down below the surface. Before her head went under, he had a brief feeling that first he had somehow raised himself up out of the water, all the way beyond to his waist.
As Kathy saw his body rise up out of the water, she realized that she was using her stay-put power, so that he was supporting himself on her. She quickly relaxed her muscles, allowing him to force her body under the water.
She quickly went down to the bottom of the pool. Turning around, she saw his legs above her. She reached up and grabbed an ankle. Flexing her legs to keep herself in place, she pulled him down again. Letting go, she kicked her legs to propel her to the surface. She was waiting for him when he came back up.
After a little more splashing and dunking, they pulled themselves out of the pool. She took one of the lounge chairs and sat down, reclining fully in order to catch some rays. He set his chair down next to her. Sitting down, they began to talk about the past year.
As the sun climbed higher into the sky, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth make her drowsy. She barely heard his question about Nick. She murmured that she had broken up with him. She mumbled something unintelligible about her current boyfriend. She started thinking about Randall as she fell into a daydream.
Jim looked at the girl reclining next to him. He still couldn't get over how much better she looked. Almost of its own volition, his hand reached out and began stroking her stomach. He couldn't believe how tight her stomach was. He traced the six-pack of her abs with his fingers. It was as if she was fully flexed; yet she seemed to be dozing lightly. Again, almost of its own volition, his other hand went to her chest, feeling the silky-smooth skin along the lower edge of her bikini.
He gasped as he saw the six-pack of her abs suddenly expand out of her stomach.
Kathy came out of her daydream about Randall to feel something lightly brushing her stomach and lower chest. Thinking that it might be a fly or something, she flexed her stomach muscles. Hearing a gasp of surprise, she snapped her eyes open to see a familiar young man leaning over her, his hands on her stomach and lower chest.
Still thinking about Randall, she reached up and pulled Jim's face down to hers for a deep kiss. Almost before she knew it, she was letting him lead her by the hand into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
She remembered the times two summers ago when they had been in similar situations, when they had been in this same room and he had tried to get her out of her swimsuit. He had tried on and off throughout high school to get her undressed. She had always resisted his efforts, and he had been enough of a gentleman to take 'No' for an answer.
This time, she didn't resist as he reached behind her and untied her bikini. As she lay down on the bed, she pulled him down on top of her. Wrapping her arms lightly around him, she found his lips with hers.
As she was savoring the kiss, remembering back to their high school days, she suddenly felt his body stiffen. Then she felt him trying to push himself away from her.
Surprised, she opened her arms. She saw him gasping for breath as he pushed off from her and rolled over onto his back. As she propped herself up on an elbow, she realized that she had been holding him too hard, though she hadn't been holding him as hard as she usually held Randall. She could see the bruises starting to form on his hard muscular chest where she had been pressing him too hard against her soft breasts. "I'm sorry, Jim. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"What, what did you do to me?"
"I got a little carried away." Yeah, very little. I always hug Randall harder than that.
"A little carried away? A little? I thought you were going to kill me."
"I'm sorry. I guess I've changed some since high school." Yeah. I'm now a couple of thousand times stronger than I used to be. I almost broke your ribs with my new bulletproof teats. Just a couple of minor changes.
"Kathy, would you be offended if I begged off for today? I have a headache tonight." He smiled sheepishly up at her.
She laughed at his joke. "Take it easy on yourself." She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, being careful not to let her breasts touch him. "Can I still come over tomorrow for another swim?"
"Sure thing."
Even though she did go over for a swim the next day, she was very careful not to get physical with him. In any way. She continued to see him on and off during the summer. But she never got dared to go as far as another kiss with him.
The incident with Jim really drove home just how superhuman Randall was. What would have been just a light hug to Randall had driven all of the air out of Jim's lungs and left him bruised. Though fortunately, she hadn't broken any of his ribs.
It also drove home just how superhuman she had become. It had been a very light hug, she hadn't been doing that much more than just putting her arms around Jim.
Kathy loved being here on her uncle's ranch. Every summer, she came out here for at least a week in order to get away from the city, and to spend time with the horses. She'd always loved horses. Uncle Bob was her mother's older brother. He and Aunt Carol had two children. Sue was now married and lived out of the state. Stan was three years younger than Kathy was, and looked as if he would one day take over the ranch from his parents.
Kathy knew that Stan had had a crush on her ever since he had discovered girls. And in return, she did like him, for a younger man, that is. Being cousins, they both knew that nothing could ever come of it, and they were good friends.
When she got to the ranch this summer, she learned over dinner from her aunt and uncle that Stan was out at a neighboring ranch and wouldn't be back until the next morning.
In the morning, she went out to the corral to feed the horses and to talk to them. When she couldn't find a pitchfork, she thought about just tossing the hay bales over the fence. As she walked towards the stacked bales, she saw a metal bar partially buried in the loose hay. Digging it out, she found a pitchfork. But one of the tines was bent out of shape. Putting her hands on either side of the bend, she was able to straighten it out somewhat. Satisfied with her handiwork, she began pitching bales over the fence as the horses started to gather.
When Stan came home, he learned from his mother that his cousin Kathy had arrived the previous afternoon. He immediately set out to find his favorite cousin. Knowing how she loved the horses, he headed for the corral. When he rounded the barn, he saw her.
She was standing there, holding a pitchfork in her right hand. She was wearing a white tank-top that had had the bottom cut off to reveal her midriff, and a pair of very short blue denim cut-offs. She'd never shown him this much skin before, except when they went swimming down at the lake, she'd usually worn tee-shirts and jeans while working here, as he was now wearing. Cousin or not, he felt his jeans getting tight.
It was apparent that she had been feeding the horses, he could see the fresh hay bales inside the corral. Even as he watched, she pitched another bale over the fence. For a moment, he thought that he saw some tremendous biceps on her slender arms as she did so. Must be a trick of the light, he thought to himself.
Then she put the pitchfork down and turned to him, smiling. "Hi, Stan, it's good to see you again."
"It's good to see you again, too, Kathy," he replied. Boy, is it ever! She looks so much better than she ever did before. Too bad she's my cousin.
"How much work do we have to do this morning?"
"It looks like you've just about finished it already."
"Good. Then you can tell me about everything that's happened since last year. Start with that little black guy over there." She pointed to a yearling colt as she sat down on a bale of hay. "He wasn't here last year, was he?"
He sat down next to her. "No, he wasn't." They spent the rest of the morning catching each other up on what they had been up to the past year. Sitting next to the beautiful girl, it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself.
Kathy saw the bulge in his jeans before he sat down. Of course, that wasn't news, what with the crush that he'd had on her all these years. And she was flattered, even if he was her cousin. But, as they began talking, she knew that there could never be anything between them.
Especially not after what she had discovered about herself with Jim. She realized that she was going to have to be very careful with her cousin. To reduce the temptation, she did not show him as much skin during the remainder of her stay at the ranch, except for the one time they went swimming down at the pool. They spent much of the time talking, as two old friends.
Of course, there were certain things that she didn't tell her young cousin about at all.