Jennifer By DanBoyII@aol.com This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who dislikes scenes and descriptions of explicate sexual content. If you have trouble picturing Jennifer, you may consider that she has a body similar to that of the beautiful and very muscular Tina Lockwood. I had just returned from a long weekend. This was only my first semester at college and after nearly two months I was still feeling my way around. I considered myself lucky to have found a room-mate that I actually liked and we had found an apartment located a short bus ride from the campus. Ted Wilker was a short, thin, red headed freckle faced brain. We had met the first week of orientation and had decided to room together. We had gotten along just fine in the short time that we had been roomies and I found that Ted was going to be a great help to me. Now Ted's a pretty nerdy looking guy. That's not too bad because he truly is a nerd. He's totally uncoordinated at about 5'5" and maybe 130 pounds and his teeth and weak jaw line combine to give him a noticeable overbite. Girls look right through him. He has had very few dates in his life and is most definitely a virgin. In one of our early conversations I asked him if it bothered him if a girl he dated was taller than him. He responded with a wry smile that any girl any size would be fine with him and since he had so little experience the few dates he had were all with girls that were tall or fat because those were the only kind even remotely available to him. I told him that I would try to help him improve his record and asked what kind of girl he would like, as far as looks go, if he could have any girl he wanted. He wouldn't tell me right away, brushing off the question by saying that it didn't matter. Later, after getting a promise from me that I wouldn't laugh and would keep his desires to myself, he told me. He said that he had always fantasized being with a tall beautiful, athletic woman. In short he liked hard-bodies. Women with muscle. He laughed at himself saying that most women were likely stronger than he was anyway but since it was his fantasy he certainly preferred the solid female body builder look to all others. He was thrilled when I told him that I liked the strong girl look too. And it's true. I have always liked the strong, athletic type and find that I'm really turned on by some of the female bodybuilder pictures found in magazines. At 5'10" and 165, I don't think I qualify as a nerd for several reasons. I'm not a book brain or computer whiz and with light brown hair and deep blue eyes, I'm not all that bad looking. I also played a little baseball and did some wrestling in high school. I wasn't particularly good in either sport but was considering trying out for the University wrestling team as a walk on. That opportunity if I wanted to try it would be in about two weeks. I barely got the key in the door before Ted opened it. "Boy have I been waiting for you", he bubbled. "You will die when I tell you what you missed. It was incredible - you won't believe me - well you'll have too - but you won't believe me right away." "What's the matter with you? What the hell are you talking about?" "Let me help you with your bags. Your gonna love this. I'll get us a couple of beers. This is gonna blow your mind." Ted just wouldn't stop babbling. Finally we were seated at the kitchen table with a couple of beers. I told Ted to calm down and start from the top. First he reminded me about the power lifting contest that was advertised around the campus to take place on the past Saturday. Neither of us had thought much about it. It was just a campus show which was run by the Varsity Club and would undoubtedly be filled with a dozen or so of the behemoths from the football team. Ted said that he went by total accident because he happened to be at the campus library in the morning and happened to stroll by the gym and went in only because he didn't have anything else to do. I was beginning to lose interest but I knew that something was up because he was so excited. He continued to build the suspense by choosing his words carefully till I was ready to strangle him. He said we had been right about the entrants in the contest with one small exception. One of the competitors was a woman! Now he really had my attention. "Who?" I demanded. With a sly smile he said, "That girl that sits next to you in English Lit." Bombs went off in my head. Jennifer Black was a striking woman. We had only had a few weeks of classes but I looked forward to the late afternoon English Lit class because I knew I would be seeing Jennifer. But I had never even spoken one word to her. At least not yet. I wanted to so badly but she never came in until just before class started and was gone as soon as it ended. I went after her a few times with the idea of asking her to stop and have coffee at the Student Union but she was always surrounded by at least half a dozen of the school jocks. I thought she was absolutely beautiful. She had very dark hair, almost black but with a hint of red in it, that tumbled to her shoulders with ringlets here and there that gave the impression of understated elegance. Her face was oval with high cheekbones and such an expressive mouth. The tiniest of dimples on each side served to accentuate full lips that surrounded perfectly white teeth that would make a great Pepsodent ad. And her figure was nothing short of incredible. She has what I think is the perfect type of figure. Not anything like a models figure. Jennifer stands about 5'6" and is very solidly built with a total package that is so very nicely proportioned. She has broad shoulders and a bust that most women would die for; not unusually large by any means, but full and high and a perfect size for the rest of her body. Her body line could stop traffic with the wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and then flowing on to broad feminine hips. The legs were like those of a sturdy dancer with pronounced thighs and calves that rippled when she walked. And the calves were all the more accentuated by the slim ankles and what appeared to be small dainty feet. "Jennifer Black", I asked with my voice cracking slightly? "That's what I'm telling you Tommy, and I haven't even gotten to the best part yet. She won!" I sat staring. Ted went on to explain what had happened. There were ten guys in the competition beside her. All but two were football players and all were over 200 lbs but one small guy who was only 180. Jennifer weighed in at 172. The problem was that they only had three trophies, first place trophies for each of the three lifts. All non winners would get just a certificate showing their name and the place that they finished for the bench press, squat, and dead lift. It didn't seem fair because of the big differences in the weights. Several of the football lineman were over 250. After some discussion and because Jennifer said that she didn't mind, they decided to leave things as planned. And then Jennifer won everything. "What? That's unbelievable," I mumbled in total disbelief. "I told you you wouldn't believe it." "I have the numbers, just a minute." Ted ran to his bedroom and returned with a crumpled wad of paper. He spread the paper on the table as he talked. The first competition was the "dead lift". They had started with 250 pounds and most of the competitors passed at that and the next several weights. Everyone was surprised that Jennifer also skipped the lower weights. Her first attempt was at 375 which she lifted easily. One of the big guys was already out so it was now a sure thing that she wouldn't be last. It didn't take long. At 450 half were gone and at 525, there were only three. Jennifer was incredible. Ted talked on and on about how her body looked so pumped and just how hard and full her upper body was when she began a lift. He kept slipping into a trance as he described Jennifer's powerful body. "Will you get on with it? How did she win?" "She actually lifted 585. Can you believe that? That's like lifting four people my size! Two guys injured themselves trying along the way and one guy, at least 260 some pounds lifted 585 too. He wasn't even close at 610 and Jennifer just missed it. She was so close. It didn't matter though, they gave it to her because she was the lighter competitor. She did - wait, look, 525 in the squat. That's squatting with four of me on her shoulders. I think she won the squat because she has such great balance. There was some argument because many of the guys lost lifts because they didn't do a full squat. In the bench press, here, see, she did 375. She said that she had never done that much before. She was really happy. There were only three guys that still competed in the bench press. The others dropped out along the way due to muscle strains or pulls or something. The last two guys in the bench press dropped out because of what they said were shoulder spasms. I think by that time they were just too embarrassed to continue. Jennifer was just so cool!!" Ted was off in dreamland again. CHAPTER 2 I couldn't get Jennifer out of my mind. How could I have been so unlucky to have missed the lifting competition? She was so beautiful. I knew she was smart from just the few classes we had already had. And I knew she had a really imposing body. True - I hadn't seen all that much of her body, but I had seen enough to know that I was looking at one of the most desirable woman I had ever seen. I certainly hadn't known that she was as strong as she is. How could anyone imagine that? When I was really into it, I could bench press 150 pounds - maybe. I had often done 130 and a few times 150 for 2 reps with a little help on the last one. Here was a beautiful woman who could bench way more than twice the weight that I could on my best days. And there I was, sitting right next to her in English Lit and so far I hadn't even managed a weak hello. I just had to talk to this girl. If she snubbed me, at least I would have the satisfaction of knowing that I had tried. Ted and I decided to go Dan's, the local college hangout and have a few beers. And of course talk about and imagine about, who else, Jennifer. We did and we did. The place was very crowded. The din was too loud to talk much. We wandered out front as was the custom and lounged about with fifty or so others on the wide sidewalk in front of the bar. Louder than the din, all attention was suddenly drawn to the voices of the three men who had just come out of the bar. I recognized one of guys as the big, heavily muscled bouncer employed by Dan's. Suddenly, one of the other guys punched the bouncer in the face and the battle was on. The other guy double-fisted the surprised bouncer in the back of the neck and he went down. Then the two began to stomp and kick the guy unmercifully. A red flash appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the one guy and pulled him away from the hapless bouncer. The two bozos stopped and stared. So did I. So did everyone. There, in a stunning body, in a stunningly tight fitting red dress, stood Jennifer. Standing tall. She was wearing matching red pumps with spike heels that raised her modest 5'6" height to a much more imposing 5' 10". " Stand back Sweetie, I'll be happy to give you a fuck you'll never forget as soon as I finish with this guy", said the guy Jennifer had pulled back by his collar. "Just a moment, " Jennifer said with the unmistakable sound of steel in her voice. She turned and with all eyes on her walked directly toward me. She stopped just two feet away and stepped out of those beautiful heels. Stooping, she picked them up and handed them to me with: "Hold these for me, honey." I was numb but somehow managed to take the shoes. Jennifer turned back to the bozo. He stood with hands on hips as she approached. Suddenly her leg shot out and delivered a powerful kick to the guys crotch that happen so fast that I had to wonder if I had just dreamed it or what? The confirmation that it really happened was that the guy actually seemed to be lifted off the sidewalk by the force of the blow. Jennifer maintained her balance and without bringing her leg down, just bending it at the knee to reload, she shot another blow to the guy - full in the face, with such force that this big 200 pound guy was sent crashing to the concrete. It seemed as though he had reached for his crotch when he had first been hit, but now he lay motionless, knocked senseless in just a matter of a few seconds. The other guy, even a little bigger than his buddy, just stood and looked. Like the rest of us, he was having trouble believing what he had just seen. Jennifer stepped to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder. The guy began to slump suddenly and then began to shake as someone might who was receiving a high powered electrical shock. Most of the crowd probably didn't realize what was happening. Jennifer had applied a powerful grip to a pressure point in the neck/shoulder region that was turning this guy into silly putty. He began to shake more violently and slump to the sidewalk at the same time. He seemed to be trying to say something but nothing could be heard. She released him as he curled shaking at her feet. Sirens, heard for the first time were close by. Jennifer talked with one of the officers as they were loading each of the bozos into the back of a Police car. I walked over toward her and when she saw me she took the shoes, set them down and stepped into first one, then the other. "Thanks, honey," she said as she turned her attention back to the officer. CHAPTER 3 Ted and I sat at our kitchen table drinking beer and talking and drinking more beer and talking. Neither of us could think about anything other than the fight we had witnessed and the incredible performance of Jennifer. We were in almost violent agreement that she was the most beautiful, gorgeous, strong, powerful, muscular female hero (heroine) that we had ever seen or for that matter could have imagined in our wildest fantasies. We went over the whole scene again and again, taking turns describing bits and pieces of what we had seen. "Did you see her legs? I mean did you see her legs?" Ted couldn't get over the muscles of Jennifer's legs and kept repeating himself as he reveled in the visual pictures that kept popping into his head. The same thing was happening to me. I just had to approach her. Somehow I had to talk, really talk to her. Touch her. I just wanted to touch her. The feeling was almost painful. I was in my seat for English Literature early , as usual. Jennifer's seat remained empty as the room filled with students. And as usual, Jennifer entered just as the class was about to start. She actually nodded ever so slightly in my direction as she sat down. Was there a little smile or did I just imagine that? It was hard to keep my eyes away from her and pay any attention to the professor's drone about some piece of literature whose identity I missed while my attention was jumping about examining the attributes of Jennifer's wonderful body. She was wearing tight stone washed jeans, very white LA Gear sneakers with no socks and an oversized gray sweatshirt, unusual because it had no printing. He powerful muscular legs were not hidden by the jeans at all. If anything, the jeans added just the right measure of mystery to those shapely legs. The jeans stopped several inches above her ankles but hugged tightly over their entire length. Oh, how I wanted to touch them, if only for a moment. The sweatshirt on the other hand, left a great deal to the imagination even though it did not completely hide the shape of Jennifer's very healthy chest. Suddenly I was aware that the buzzer had sounded and class had ended. I jumped from my seat intending to do my best to start a conversation with Jennifer, but I nudged my pile of books just enough to send them crashing to the floor. All I had time to do was look down at them. When I looked up again she was half way to the door. I scooped up the books and raced after her as best I could dodging between and around people. When I caught sight of her again she was surrounded by at least a dozen guys, each trying to outdo the others in capturing her attention as she made her way down the hall. I walked away slowly and dejectedly in the other direction. At the next class Jennifer actually arrived about two minutes before the start time. She sat and began to arrange her books and I did it! I reached over and touched her forearm. "Hi, I, I, I'm T-T-Tom," I stammered in the weakest, crackley sounding voice that I had probably ever made in my life. "I know," she said with a little chuckle. "And I'm Jennifer." Oh, God - what to say next? I had gone over this moment so often in my mind and now here it was and I just starred with my mouth half open. "I h-held your shoes for you the other night w-when you..." "I know you did." "Could I t-talk t-to you after class? M-Maybe buy you a cup of coffee?" There it was. I had finally gotten it out. Now she would reject me as I knew she would and I could go kill myself. Or maybe just call Ted and we would both go get drunk. Frowning, she said, "I can't today, too busy. How about Friday after class?" She was actually saying yes, that she would not just talk but she would go after class and have coffee with me. I couldn't believe it and just stood there looking at her. She touched my forearm and gave it a little friendly squeeze and said, "See you Friday." And then the buzzer sounded. I could still feel the spot on my arm where she had touched me. Ted called me "lucky" and a lot of less complimentary things, but I think he was pleased that I actually had a date with the woman we both thought was a goddess. I started planning what I should wear and were we should go for coffee. There was a little place almost across the street from the English Building. It was sure to be more expensive than the Student Union but it would be much more private. I'd wear my new gray slacks and my new black $90.00 loafers. With a black turtleneck and my black and gray hounds-tooth sport coat, I would be a fashion plate, the envy of even the big time campus jocks. I couldn't wait for Friday. CHAPTER 4 On Friday I arrived early for class same as always. I knew I looked good but I did feel a little out of place with everyone else in the standard uniform of the day of jeans, sweatshirts, sneakers, etc. As I sat fidgeting and waiting for Jennifer to arrive it suddenly dawned on me that maybe I was over dressed and what if she showed up dressed as she had been for the last class? What a bonehead I was! And then there she was. My heart started thumping so hard I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. Dark skirt, light blouse with the arms of a pull over sweater tied loosely around her shoulders, she was a vision. Her dark curls tumbled in shiny waves with a disorderly neatness that women primp so hard and often to achieve. The skirt stopped several inches above the knee exposing the most incredible legs I had ever seen. The legs were bare and sported a gorgeous bronzed glow. The shoes were black flat slippers that made me wonder how these legs could look any better if she had been wearing spike heels. My sense told me that heels would make these wondrous calves explode to even higher levels of powerful beauty. And yet how could they look any better? Jennifer looked at me and smiled as she sat down. "My, do you ever look handsome this afternoon. Someone might think that you had a big date or something." Oh God, had she forgotten? I'm sure whatever my face looked like before, it now turned to ashes. She reached over and put her hand on my arm. "Oh, Tommy - just teasing. I didn't forget." I started breathing again. We went to the Tearoom across the street just as I had planned. The crowd of jocks were waiting for her after class as always but this time Jennifer put her books in her book bag along with her purse and put the strap over her left shoulder. She took my arm with her free hand and off we went. She talked to the guys as we made our way down the hall telling them that we had an appointment and were already late. It worked pretty well. There were a few comments like, " who the hell is that guy?", but we just ignored them and were soon alone and on our way. We sat at a nice table right at the big front window where we could look out and see the traffic on the busy street along with the many students hurrying in all directions. When we sat down, I took the seat facing the window next to Jennifer rather than the face her as the place settings had indicated. For me it was a bold move. I just wanted to be as close to her as possible. We drank coffee and talked and I was in heaven. I became more at ease and more or less stopped stuttering. Jennifer was so nice. She had me telling stories about my growing up that I hadn't thought of in years. She seemed to be truly interested in me and what I had to say. I naturally wanted to hear all about her and yet it was such fun to tell her some of my stories. But I kept after her too. She had been lifting weights since the age of about 12. She had started gymnastics at the age of 6 and then had gotten into karate and then judo a year or two later. All this physical activity had led to a fairly high degree of muscular development even before she started lifting weights. And then when she did really start working out, the muscles hardened all the more and got bigger just like "weeds in a rock garden in August", as Jennifer put it. Her right arm was close to me and with her elbow on the table, I could see the size and definition even though the sweater hanging over her shoulders did get in the way to some degree. I did get up the nerve to ask her to flex her arm for me and she not only gave me an indulgent smile but invited me to feel her arm. I did and it seemed so big, and so hard. Well developed triceps are what really add size to the upper arm much more than the biceps do. Relatively speaking, the biceps are not the big muscles of the arm. Jennifer extended her arm in front of me bent only slightly and with her hand open as though she were holding a softball. I put my hand on her arm and traced the shape of the biceps and squeezed a bit at the flowing, bulging, power mounds. My hand didn't make it even halfway around causing me to quickly add my other hand to help in the exploration of this magnificent arm. Jennifer just smiled and told me to go ahead and feel and squeeze as much as I wanted. It was like a dream come true. It had started raining shortly after we entered the restaurant and soon there was thunder and then lightning and then heavy rain with lots of wind. It was dark now and I realized that the last bus had gone over an hour ago. From the restaurant, it was probably close to 2 and a half miles to the apartment. I didn't care. I was going to stay with Jennifer as long as I could. We sat and watched the rain and the people out in it. We continued to drink coffee and talk and I continued my exploration of Jennifer's arm, which she obligingly flexed every now and then. The rain didn't stop. But the coffee did. The restaurant was closing and we had to leave. Jennifer then said that she had a car across the street in the lot. The lot was close but the car was in the next to last row, almost as far from us as it could be and still be in the lot. She offered me a ride and I remembered that I had an umbrella in my book bag. Great! As soon as we got out of the restaurant and I put up the umbrella the wind blew it inside out and tore it from my hands. We just stood and laughed and got soaked. Jennifer asked for my book bag saying that with one in either hand she would have better balance. She said to follow her and left on a dead run for her car. The car, a vintage VW beetle must have been at least 100 yards away. I ran after her but fell far behind quickly. She reached the car and was in it before I had covered half the distance. What a woman! CHAPTER 5 We were both completely soaked. Jennifer suggested that we go to her apartment which was much closer than mine. We did and when we finally got inside we realized that we could hardly have been more drenched if we had fallen into the river. She started taking off clothes as she made her way to the bathroom, returning quickly dressed now in a bulky white terry cloth robe. She directed me to do the same, telling me that there was another robe in the bathroom for me and that I should go ahead and hop in the shower while she made some drinks. I did as I was told and came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later dressed only in a bulky robe that matched Jennifer's. Only mine was pink. She handed me a glass of very dark red wine and headed for the shower herself. When she returned she said she had wrung out my clothes and hung them up to dry but that it looked hopeless. We both thought of our shoes at the same time and turned to look near the door where they lay. There they were in large puddles, covered with grass and mud looking like they had just been worn during a twenty mile hike in the rain. We laughed at the whole situation and settled down to drink our wine. It was then that Jennifer noticed that I was having a bit of a problem keeping the robe closed and suggested I might feel more comfortable wearing something underneath. She was wearing a black bra and matching panties underneath her robe. She led me to her bedroom which also led to the bath and offered me a pair of her shiny silk blue panties. Over my protests, she pushed me into the bath assuring me that they would fit just fine. They did. In fact they were actually a little big as they sat loosely on hips not nearly as ample as Jennifer's. Another problem happened as well. I became aroused. Very aroused. I had gotten an erection in the restaurant too, but nothing like this. Surely it was the panties and the thought that they were Jennifer's panties that was exciting me to the brink of an orgasm. I tried to think of something else and tried walking in circles when I heard Jennifer asking if anything was wrong. I didn't answer right away and then she opened the door. "Oh my God! Oh Tommy, you are such a sight." And then she began to giggle. I must have turned all colors of the rainbow, standing there in front of her with nothing on but her blue panties with a bulge in the front seemingly large enough to hold one of my shoes. "That's quite a compliment, honey," she said. "Come here." She led me to the cushioned small bench at the foot of her bed. She turned and sat down and taking my hand guided me onto her lap. Only seconds after my feet left the floor and my full weight was being supported on Jenny's lap, I let go with an uncontrolled orgasm. She held me tightly and I buried my face on her shoulder. Then without a word, she pulled the panties down and taking firm hold of me, helped me complete the ejaculation. Then she scooped me up like in a cradle and stood up holding me effortlessly in her arms. It was a heavenly feeling but at first I was so embarrassed at what had happened that I couldn't look at her. But she spoke softly and sweetly to me and kept saying that everything was okay and ended by saying that she knew how much I liked her and that she thought that I was really wonderful. All the time she was carrying me as she walked slowly about. Finally I raised my head and there was her face beaming at me. I kissed her hard and long on the mouth. She put me down at the bathroom door said that I better go get cleaned up again and that she would hand me another pair of panties. I cleaned up and her hand came through the door with another pair of panties, blue again. I managed to get them on and back into the robe without getting overly excited this time. We sat on the bed, stretched out and leaning against the pillows, side by side, just touching each other. We watched TV and drank our wine. The wind and rain continued along with lightning and many loud thunder bumpers. At one point Jennifer suddenly decreed that I should stay the night. Her logic was that there was really no way for me to get home unless she took me and practically speaking I didn't have any clothes to wear anyway. Sounded wonderful to me. She went on to tell me that she would even let me sleep with her in her bed but that there would be no sex on this night. If and when she might change her mind in the future, she would let me know. What a woman! We did sleep together and we did do it more or less without sex. We kissed a lot and she hugged me and flexed for me before we drifted off. I spent most of the night with my legs wrapped around one of her massive thighs and had only one accident requiring another change of panties. When I awoke in the morning she was gone. There was coffee made and as I poured a cup I suddenly realized that Ted would be worried that I had not come home last night. Jennifer came in just as Ted answered the first ring. I tried to explain that everything was fine over his screams of how worried he had been. Then, just as I began to get through to him with apology on top of apology Jennifer lifted me in her arms again and began nuzzling my neck. I began to laugh and told her to put me down and Ted didn't understand. I told Ted I would buy him lunch and explain and Jennifer acted like she didn't understand and said she was thrilled that I was taking her to lunch. Then she did put me down. The conversation with Ted became more understandable on both ends. He calmed down and then became ecstatically excited when I told him that I was still with Jennifer. I told him that I couldn't explain over the phone but promised to tell him later. Ted then reminded me that today was Homecoming and a big football game, at least for our small university, was to be played this afternoon. I finally agreed to meet him there. CHAPTER 6 Jennifer had created a great breakfast and the coffee smelled delicious. She also pointed proudly at a pair of rather worn Nike sneakers sitting on one of the chairs with a pair of white sweat sox stuffed inside. She explained that she had nothing to fit my size 10 feet so she had borrowed the Nike's from a girl who lived in the apartment downstairs. Later she told me that although the girl was only 13, she was nearly 6 feet tall. Jennifer also gave me a pair of her black sweat pants and a matching sweat shirt with a big U.A. on the front in the school colors, black and gold. Everything fit comfortably. The sweat suit was even a little large. So there I was, outfitted completely in Jennifer's clothes except for sox and shoes that had come from a large young girl I had never met. Jennifer was dressed in tight jeans like I had seen before with a sweat shirt just like the one she had loaned to me. She filled hers out much better than I did mine. She said we would go to the game together. At the game we sat with a large clump of students and Jennifer sat close next to me. We touched and hugged and did the little things that people do when they are going together. Ted sat on my other side and kept nudging me with open envy. At half-time, Jennifer went off with several girls to get some food and drinks. I stayed and talked with Ted. Wide eyed and mouth open, he asked, "Do you ever think you'll make it into her pants?" Sitting there feeling the silk of Jennifer's panties on my loins underneath her sweatsuit, I nodded thoughtfully and said, "She's an incredible woman. I can't believe she actually likes me." Ted didn't seem to notice that I hadn't answered his question.