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Climbers Part 10: When the Time is Right
It was a mild weekend in December, unseasonably warm. Dena and Bobbi Jo were at a remote climbing spot almost a two hour drive away. It was a technically challenging climb and Bobbi Jo wanted the practice, so she was up first placing their pitons, with Dena climbing behind.
Bobbi Jo was working hard, big strong muscles bulging as she searched the cliff for the next handhold. Dena privately admired Bobbi Jo's full, muscular butt and long muscular legs. No woman should have curves that perfect. Dena tried not to stare too much, which was easy since the climb was challenging even for her. She had to pay close attention to their ascent. Even so, she was confused by the intensity of her physical attraction to Bobbi Jo. No doubt Bobbi Jo was breath-takingly beautiful, but Dena didn't know her own sexuality. Could she be bisexual? She thought about Cheryl's offer and Tanya's legendarily voracious sexual appetite more than she cared to admit, imagining the big girls' muscular athletic beautifu
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Climbers Part 7: I'm Not Soft
Dena stared unhappily at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She knew she was not pretty, but tonight was the Homecoming dance and she felt particularly ugly. She was supposed to go to Bobbi Jo's house to prepare with some other girls from the basketball team, but she felt shy and terrified. They were all so pretty, especially Bobbi Jo, who was radiantly beautiful.
When Sheldon had asked her to the dance, she froze, taken completely by surprise. Dena watched his face fall in crushing disappointment when he misinterpreted her silence as rejection. He started to backpedal and stammer out an apology, but Dena recovered from her shock and saved him from embarrassing himself too badly. She'd said yes on impulse, partly because she didn't enjoy watching his disappointment and embarrassment, and partly because she wanted to. If she was being brutally honest with herself (which she usually was), she'd also said yes because she was flattered both by his proposition and by his disappointed reac
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Climbers Part 6: Hot Girls Running Around in Short
Climbers Part 6: Hot Girls Running Around in Short Shorts
It was the night before the Homecoming dance. Sheldon pushed his chair back from the role-playing game with a yawn. "Sorry to cut and run, gentlemen," he said. "I want to get some sleep tonight." The clock showed midnight but the Friday night gaming sessions often ran until dawn.
"We already started late because you wanted to go to the stupid Homecoming basketball game," Pete complained. He was a small, slim nerd with an encyclopedic knowledge of fantasy and gaming lore. "Since when do we go to sports games, anyway?"
"Since Sheldon got a date with his amazon crush," DeShawn teased. He was big and jolly, the alpha nerd of their small group. It was his house they played at. "Besides, tell me you didn't like watching a bunch of hot girls running around in short shorts! Especially Bobbi Jo, I could watch her all night!"
"I like Tanya, she's so beautiful," Ning said quietly. He was the fourth member of their gaming group, smal
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Climbers Part 5: It's a Good Pain
"This is going to hurt," Dena warned.
Sheldon looked apprehensive. "Ok," he said.
Dena had taken Sheldon on his first climb on the climbing wall. He was very chubby, looking short and chunky in the harness, but he was determined. He made it half way up the beginner ascent before his muscles gave out. He'd tried three times, and now he stood on trembling legs, sucking down water and shaking his knotted muscles.
"You used muscles you never thought of. Tomorrow you'll feel a little sore. On Thursday your body will feel like it's on fire."
"Gee, thanks."
Dena grinned. "It'll get better though. You'll see. It's a good pain."
Sheldon made a face. "'Good pain,'" he repeated, curling his fingers into air quotes. "You jocks are all the same. I changed my mind, you really are a bully!"
"Jerk!" Dena said, playfully punching Sheldon on the shoulder. He winced. With her huge muscles and big steely fist even a gentle tap was enough to numb his sore arm. "Think you're up for anchoring me?"
Sheldon lo
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Climbers Part 4: You Were Watching Me?
"Hey, Dena, wait up!"
Dena slowed her long-legged walk and let Sheldon catch up. She was silent as he walked beside her.
Sheldon swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He was intensely aware of her proximity. It was exciting and intimidating and a little terrifying for him.
"The other day, that came out wrong. Thank you, really, for helping me. I just meant that I'm short and fat and nerdy, and insecure dickheads like Leon and Greg have bullied me all my life. I didn't mean you're a bully, you're not!"
"I know that, Sheldon," Dena said quietly.
"You do?" Sheldon asked, startled.
"Sure. I realized later. Of course you didn't mean to call me a bully. That wouldn't make sense." Dena looked away, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I over-reacted."
"Wow, um, yeah, ok. So you're not mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you."
They walked together in silence for a while. After a few minutes, Sheldon said enthusiastically, "That was unbelievable! You fought two big dudes with weapons, didn't get hit once, and won with
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Climbers Part 3: A Bigger Bully
"Not so tough now that you don't have your ugly-ass freak-show girlfriend to protect you!"
Dena overheard a familiar voice. It was Leon, the bully she'd defeated a few days ago. She stopped and cocked her head to listen, curious.
"You guys are jerks and losers! AAAGH! Oww!"
That voice definitely belonged to Sheldon, the little nerd they had been bullying.
"Did you hear that, Greg? Jerks AND losers! Then how come we're on the football team, and you're just a weak pathetic fat loser can't get a date, huh?"
"You're third string! Connor would never let you losers bring down the team!"
Connor was the captain of the football team, and unlike Leon and Greg, he was a straight A student and a genuinely nice guy who would never tolerate bullying if he knew about it. He was also supermodel supergirl Bobbi Jo's lucky boyfriend.
"We'll show you third string!" Leon snarled, throwing a punch.
Sheldon yelped in pain but held his own. "You show me third string every time you play!"
Dena smiled to herse
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Climbers Part 2: If You're Human
"On belay?"
"Belay on."
"Climb on."
Dena launched herself up the climbing wall with a confidence and animal grace that was at once beautiful and terrifyingly competent. Her long limbs easily crossed gaps that challenged shorter climbers. She hurtled up to the first outcropping. Without slowing down she grabbed a tiny hold on the underside, swung into the air held up only by her fingertips, her huge bicep bulging and rock hard as she held herself suspended with one flexed arm. She did a quick one-armed pull-up with her fingertips and reached her other impossibly long arm over the lip. She blindly grabbed a hold and used her swinging momentum to hurl herself over the lip and into a crouch on the steep top-side. Without hesitation she continued straight up the most challenging ascent on the wall. She was going so fast her climbing partner was having trouble taking in the rope's slack fast enough to keep up.
She repeated her breath-taking performance on the next overhang and ag
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Climbers Part 1: A Real Amazon
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Climbers Part 1: A Real Amazon
Sheldon hit the ground hard, painfully jolting his forearm. He blinked up at his attacker, trying to focus while reaching for his glasses.
"Looking for these, fatty four eyes?" Leon taunted, holding up the glasses. He was no slim figure himself, but he topped Sheldon's stout 5'6" by a solid 6". He tossed the expensive glasses on the ground and stomped on them. "Oops," he said with a sneer. Greg, his companion in bullying, roared with laughter. Greg was shorter and slimmer than Leon, the beta of their bullying pack.
"Please leave me alone," Sheldon implored. His instincts were all wrong for this situation; he didn't realize his pleading fed their sadistic pleasure and over-inf
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Sheldon knelt between Dena's legs and looked in wonder down at her trimmed black bush and wet pink labia and clit. "What?" Dena asked nervously.

"This is my first time seeing a vagina in real life. Is there any part of you that isn't sexy?" Sheldon asked in hushed awe. Dena quickly sat up, grabbed the back of his head, and mashed his face into her pussy.

If playing with her nipples and fingering her had set off a bomb in Dena's pleasure center, Sheldon's mouth on her clit was a nuclear detonation. Dena's whole body tensed in orgasmic pleasure as he enthusiastically licked her. After only two minutes she was gushing copiously from her wet pussy, and some five minutes later thunderous orgasms crashed through her body. She arched her back and grabbed his head.

"Oh god don't stop oh god oh god," she moaned, grunting and crying out in pleasure. She crushed his face brutally hard into her clit and pussy, humping him up off the bed with powerful bucking thrusts. After a series of orgasms, Sheldon ran his tongue around her engorged pink labia and back to her clit, setting her off again. She slammed him into her pussy harder and harder, mashing him in deeper, clamping her steely huge-muscled thighs and big bone-crushingly powerful hand around his little skull and threatening to crack him open like an egg. "Yes yes YES!" she screamed. "Yeees!" she squeaked quietly at the peak of her most powerful orgasm yet, her magnificent body fully flexed and trembling with unrestrained orgasmic power.

Dena finally flopped down hard on her bed, panting and grunting. "Oh wow," she repeated.

"Unngh," Sheldon groaned from between her thighs.

"Oh my god, Sheldon! Are you okay?" Dena asked in a sudden rush of concern and worry. She was so strong and so out of control, what if she had accidentally hurt him?

"Unh huh huh," Sheldon grunted. He stretched out his hand with his thumb held up. He peeled his face off her marble-hard, pale white thighs, now slick with her juices, and rolled to the side. "Peachy," he said, smiling weakly up at her. "I would do that for hours," he whispered happily. "Did you like it?"

Dena laughed. "'Like it?' That's an understatement!" She smiled down at his wet dripping face. "Could you even breathe down there? I don't think you'd survive for hours."

"Probably not," Sheldon agreed happily. "But what a way to go!"

Dena noticed Sheldon's erection was back with a vengeance and hard as a rock. "Wow," she said, wrapping her big fist around his cock. "Ready to go again?" She turned over and pulled a condom from a drawer in her nightstand. She giggled at Sheldon's shocked expression. "I bought this for you," she said. She wanted him to understand how special he was to her.

Sheldon gulped. "I've never..."

"I know. Neither have I." She nodded when Sheldon's eyes widened in surprise. "You really were my first kiss, Sheldon," she whispered. "I'm a virgin, but I'm ready to go all the way with you tonight. I want to. But if you're not ready yet that's okay."

Sheldon looked into her warm brown eyes. They were shining with barely contained emotion. His own feelings were an incomprehensible maelstrom, but he knew one thing. He definitely wanted her. "I'm ready," he said in a terrified croak.

Dena ripped the condom wrapper open and skillfully unrolled the rubber onto his hard cock. "Girls do have slumber parties, you know. I've practiced on a banana," she explained. She squeezed his cock and felt it throb in response. "This is much better than a banana!"

She lay back and opened her long legs again. She helped Sheldon get into position and coaxed him into her wet and ready pussy. "Slow," she whispered, adjusting to the sensation as he penetrated her. "Ow ow... no, it's ok; keep going, just go slow."

Sheldon had never felt anything like this. Her tight, slick pussy felt amazing, crushing around his cock. "Wow," he breathed, not believing he was finally having sex, and with a magnificent Amazon goddess beyond his wildest dreams! He pushed in ever so slowly, not wanting to hurt her, wanting this to last forever.

Finally he was all the way in. He pulled out a little. "Yesss," Dena hissed. Her long, powerful legs wrapped around his hips like a steel vice. She pulled him back in urgently. He thrust back in -- back and forth, in and out -- delirious with pleasure. That pleasure soon mixed with pain as Dena's powerful thighs crushed into his hips with bone-crunching strength. Her long steely fingers bit hard into his back, her nails raking across his flesh in a fiery trail.

"Ow," he gasped in a haze of pain and orgasmic pleasure as Dena pummeled his helpless body like a toy boat caught in an ocean storm. Her huge, crushing, powerful body used his small body like a sex toy, grinding him for her own screaming, thunderous, torturous orgasms. Bliss and pain rammed together in Sheldon's sex-addled brain and he lost himself in thrusting, timing himself to Dena's crushing orgasmic spasms, sublimating his pleasure and pain to hers until he wasn't sure where his needs ended and hers began.

Dena roughly grabbed Sheldon's hair and slammed his face into her chest as she ground out a long, grunting, squealing orgasm. She crushed him to her rock-hard flexed pectorals and used her other hand to grab his ass in a flesh-bruising crushing grip and slam him deeper into her. She felt his body begin to spasm.

"Yes yes yes!" she cried as he burst forth and spewed into the condom. He was shaking and shuddering and crying with the intensity of his orgasm. Dena felt a final crescendo thunder through her body and crushed him in her steely embrace.

Dena loosened her grip a long few moments after their orgasms had passed, and they both lay gasping. Sheldon rolled off of Dena's giant body. She gasped and went wide-eyed when she saw the bloody trails her nails had scratched across his back. "Does that hurt?"

"A little," Sheldon admitted. In truth his body was on fire and his ribs and hips felt like he'd been through a hydraulic press... if the press could give universe-exploding sex.

"I'm sorry," Dena whispered.

Sheldon grinned. "Don't be, I'm not. I want to do that again!"

Dena smiled. "Okay," she agreed readily.

Sheldon carefully pulled off the condom and tied it to prevent leaking. He snuggled into her strong bare shoulder and idly stroked the fingers of one hand across Dena's rock-hard belly. She wrapped her steel-hard arm around him.

"You planned this?" he asked.

Dena "hmmm'd" into his hair. "Not exactly. This was way better than anything I planned." She kissed his hair.

After a moment he spoke again. "Can I tell you something a little weird?"

"Sure, Sheldon," Dena murmured happily. "Anything."

"I... I liked when you were crushing my head. Maybe you could do it again sometime?" His hand trailed down over Dena's slim hip to her thigh.

Dena smiled. "For sure. It's called scissoring." She laughed at Sheldon's surprise. "What? I'm on varsity sports teams with a bunch of big Amazons, don't you think we talk? You're not the first guy who wants to be squeezed in a girl's legs, you know. Just the first guy who wants to be squeezed in mine."

"I bet you could squeeze harder than anyone. You're the strongest person I've ever met," Sheldon said worshipfully, squeezing her hard muscular thigh. He suddenly grew self-conscious and took his hand away, worried that she wouldn't like him obsessing over her muscles. "I like that about you. Sorry if that's weird."

"It's a little weird, but I don't mind. I... I'm kind of growing to like it. I like being strong and muscular. I work hard and I'm proud of that." She took his hand and put it back on her hard thigh, flexing it for him. The muscle bulged under his hand and she used his fingers to stroke her pale skin. "And I'm glad you like it, too. Really. It's just..." She hesitated.

"What?" Sheldon asked apprehensively, twisting around to look up at her.

Dena looked away shyly, her pale cheeks reddening. "I know I'm strong. But... I like it when you say I'm beautiful," she admitted in a whisper. "I know that's shallow. But, when you say it... I never thought I was pretty, but with you... I think you mean it."

Sheldon reached up to cup her trembling cheek and looked deep in her vulnerable, hopeful eyes. "You're more than pretty," he said. "You're beautiful!" He pulled her lips to his and kissed her passionately. He moved his hand down to her chiseled chest, groping her marble-hard slab of pectoral muscle. He ran his fingers sensually down the cleft of muscle cleavage between her pecs, then up again to stroke her large pink areola and hard pink nipple. He kissed her cheek, then slowly kissed down her long muscular neck, down her thick hard pecs, finally latching on to her hard nipple, kissing and suckling gently.

"Ohhh, you're going to get me all worked-up again," Dena hissed.

"That's the idea," Sheldon agreed. He continued kissing and sucking her big sensitive nipple and moved his hand down to her crotch. She involuntarily bucked up and mashed her soft bush into his hand. He groped farther down and slipped his finger into her slick, hot pussy, working it into her while his thumb stroked her hard sensitive clit.

Dena bucked and moaned beneath him as he kissed, licked, sucked, fondled, and fingered her to another orgasm. He pushed three fingers inside her, barely able to fit them in her tight, muscular pussy. She gripped him and clamped down on his fingers with terrifying ferocious power. Dena crushed his face to her chest with one unstoppably-powerful steel-muscled arm and threw her other arm around him in a dangerous embrace, raking her nails across his back, shredding his flesh and moaning and grunting and squeaking out her next series of orgasms.

In post-orgasmic glow she gazed down at her little lover, lying face-down across her. He looked like he'd had the shit beat out of him; bruised and red and raw, and covered in sweat from both of them, and with Dena's powerful scent. "I'm sorry," she murmured again as he winced. Blood oozed from the scratches on his shredded back.

"Battle wounds," he said with a grin. "I'm so lucky to be with you, Dena. I'd do anything for you. Want me to go down on you again?"

Dena laughed, touched at his devotion and eagerness to please her. "Thank you, but I think we could use a little break! Let's get cleaned up. And maybe a shower; we smell like a brothel!"

Sheldon took a deep breath and his cock stirred again, struggling back to life. "Yeah," he agreed happily.

In the shower, Dena gently washed his back and applied some ointment to his scratches afterward.

"Oh," she said in surprise as she saw his response. She took his hardening cock in her big hand and stroked it. "Again?" she asked playfully.

"It's a little sensitive," Sheldon hissed, closing his eyes and groaning.

"I'll be truly gentle this time," Dena promised as she wrapped her soft lips around his cock. She gave him a slow, sensual blowjob that weakened Sheldon's entire body. He collapsed into Dena's arms as she sucked his painfully sensitive cock to an almost unbelievably unbearable orgasm.

Sheldon looked up at Dena's broad smile. She winked at him, licked the last drops off his cock, and ran her tongue sensually over her lips before swallowing.

"Wow," Sheldon breathed. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I watch a lot of porn." Dena stuck her tongue out at him and made a mock angry face. "I'm sorry; I don't think I can move, but you look like you could go all night!"

Dena laughed. "I'm very happy," she reassured him. She felt energized, sexy, and incredibly powerful. She felt a darkly dominating pleasure that she hadn't known she possessed, fiercely proud that she had drained Sheldon to the verge of collapse. "We should get back to the movie," she whispered. "Daddy will be suspicious if we don't finish at least one of them!"

"Okay. I don't remember what it was about," Sheldon admitted sleepily.

"I don't either," Dena replied with a naughty giggle.

They dressed and returned to the living room couch. Sheldon fell asleep with his head in her lap during the movie, happier and more content than he could ever remember. Dena slowly stroked his hair and gazed down at him fondly. They would have to do this again. Many, many times!

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Sheldon turned around to face Dena and was surprised by her big hand on his chest. With a hard shove that felt like a cannonball hitting his chest she sent him sprawling back on to her bed. He looked up and up and up at her gigantic body towering over him. She smiled down at him and he hesitantly smiled back, not sure what she was about to do.

Dena grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside and baring her hard muscle-bulging torso. Her pale skin gleamed in bright contrast to her coal-black hair. She hesitated a moment, then stripped off her jeans and socks, too. She looked down at Sheldon's awe-struck expression, bit her lip uncertainly, then made her decision. She removed her soaked panties, pulling them down her incredibly long, exceedingly muscular legs and kicking them to the corner where they landed with a wet splat.

Sheldon had seen her stomach and bare arms and shoulders in her basketball jersey -- and her legs, of course. But this was his first time seeing any girl completely naked in real life, much less an Amazonian muscle-goddess like Dena. She bulged everywhere. He stared up in wide-eyed wonder.

Dena suddenly felt very vulnerable. Standing nude in front of Sheldon was different than being casually naked around her teammates. She self-consciously placed an arm in front of her chest, wishing for the millionth time she had bigger breasts, and crossed her long legs. She looked down at the floor, again shy. Acutely aware of what she thought of as all her flaws, all her doubts came rushing back now that she was naked. Her face was too long, she wasn't pretty, she was too pale, too muscular, too flat-chested; she was all hard, sharp angles, not curvy and soft "like a girl should be." How could he think she was beautiful? Would he still, now that he saw her naked?

"Dena," Sheldon whispered. She looked down at him nervously. He swallowed hard, looking lost and confused and every bit as nervous and scared as Dena was. "I don't know what to do next," he admitted.

Dena stared at Sheldon, surprised and relieved. He stared back at her. And with that one shared moment of absurdity, her fears and insecurities evaporated. She started to giggle. Then he laughed, and soon both of them were shaking with laughter. Dena sat down heavily next to him on the bed as she giggled. Even sitting she towered over him.

"What do you want to do?" she asked as their laughter died down.

"I want to kiss you again," Sheldon said.

Dena leaned down and gently kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, licked his dry lips to moisten them, then leaned into her to kiss her again. "What else?" she asked in a low, husky voice.

"Can I feel your breasts again?" he asked hesitantly.

In response, Dena wrapped her long fingers around his smaller hand and brought it to her chest. After a moment of hesitation Sheldon stroked her warm, pale skin. He slowly explored her hard pectoral muscle before bringing his fingers to stroke gently at her big nipple. He looked up at her to check if what he was doing was okay with her. It was.

Dena took his other hand and put it on the inside of her muscular thigh. She started stroking herself with his hand, moving it closer to her wet, aroused pussy. He trailed his fingers through the finely-trimmed black fur of her bush.

Sheldon was surprised to feel how wet she was. His heart raced with arousal and nervousness; thrilled at the incredible reality that Dena was letting him explore her gorgeous, naked, Amazonian body; terrified he would do something wrong.

"Right there," Dena whispered, guiding his fingers to her slick labia. She pushed his middle finger into her tight wet pussy. He surprised her by flicking her clit with his thumb. "Yesss," she hissed. She pumped his finger in and out of her until he found her rhythm and started thrusting his finger on his own. She closed her eyes and pulled his face into her hard, unyielding, thickly-muscled chest. Her skin was hot against his cheek.

Growing bolder, Sheldon kissed her right breast while he fingered her and fondled her left breast and big, hard nipple. Her bulging pec muscles were solid and imposing under her hot, soft, milky white skin; her areolae like puffy pink targets on that strong, thickly-muscled chest. He gently took her big nipple into his mouth and licked the hard, fleshy nub. Dena ground her wet pussy into his hand with urgent, almost frantic, arousal.

Dena tangled her long fingers in Sheldon's hair and crushed his face to her hard muscular tit. "Harder," she gasped as she painfully ground his head. Her other hand crushed his wrist in her frighteningly strong grip until he felt pins and needles and thought his wrist bones were bending and grinding. He whimpered in pain.

"Sorry!" Dena squeaked softly, easing off on her bone-crunching grip.

"It's okay," Sheldon murmured into her nipple, continuing his kissing and licking. He pushed a second finger into her tight, wet pussy and fingered her as fast and hard as he could. She was so wet and slick, his fingers made squelching sounds as he fingered her. The strong scent of her arousal filled his nostrils with a heady promise of sexual delight. He could hardly believe this was real; that he was fondling and fingering this gigantic, powerful, muscular Amazon, turning her on so forcefully. Him! Nerdy, chubby little Sheldon giving a goddess like Dena such pleasure! It filled him with a warm rush of pride to accompany his arousal.

For her part, Dena couldn't believe her seduction of Sheldon was working out so well. This was better than she'd dared fantasize. She was having trouble thinking straight with the pleasure surging through her giant, powerful, extremely aroused body. She panted and groaned as she felt her climax building.

Sheldon sensed her approaching orgasm. He thrust his fingers into her pussy with a fast frantic rhythm, and suckled hard on one of her big sensitive nipples while he pinched her other one.

Dena panted and groaned as she felt her climax building. She tried not to hurt Sheldon, but it was hard to think of his comfort in the heat of her passion; all she wanted to do was crush the sexy little nerd against her big powerful body and wrap him in her strong unstoppable muscles. She cradled his head in her muscular arm and urgently crushed him hard against her chest as she reached a gasping, shuddering, moaning crescendo.

"Ohhhh," Dena moaned as she tensed up in orgasm. Her bicep smashed his face hard into her big smothering chest and her thighs involuntarily slammed together, crushing Sheldon's hand and wrist in thick, hard, grinding muscle while her throbbing, gushing wet pussy clamped tight around his fingers.

"Wow," she whispered, relaxing and easing off her powerful, crushing grip on Sheldon. She giggled. "Oh wow," she repeated. She opened her eyes and looked down at Sheldon. She smiled at his awed, worshipful expression, feeling powerful and sexy.

"That's twice now," Dena said huskily, "you've gotten me all worked up! What can I do for you?" she asked in a low whisper dripping with promise. "Tell me and I'll do anything you want," she offered, with an emphasis on "anything."

Despite the fact that this whole evening was her plan, she almost couldn't believe her own boldness. She'd fantasized about an evening like this, but she'd never actually talked like this before. It was out of character for the normally reserved superjock; she felt like some sort of sex kitten, but she liked it. She felt powerful and beautiful, like she could do anything with Sheldon and it would be sexy and fun and wonderful... and he would love it.

Sheldon immediately blushed and stared at his feet. He was shy and embarrassed at the first request that had popped into his head.

"Tell me," Dena ordered playfully. Sheldon squirmed. Now Dena was dying of curiosity. "Anything! Whatever it is I won't get mad. I promise," she said.

"Umm... there is something I'd like to do, but I don't know if you're going to like it."

"Tell me," Dena ordered again, apprehensive.

"I... I think it would be cool if... if you would pick me up," Sheldon admitted reluctantly.

"'Pick you up?' What do you mean?"

Sheldon took a deep breath, steeling his courage and readying himself for humiliating rejection. "Umm... Lift me up. Like you did with Leon and Greg."

"Oh." Dena considered a moment. "That's it? Why wouldn't I like that?"

"I dunno. It's a bit... weird, and I know you don't like showing off like that."

"I like it for you," Dena said quietly. She bounced off the bed and loomed over Sheldon; a naked, gigantic, and intimidating Amazonian muscle goddess.

He looked up and gulped, excited and nervous. He had been so prepared for her to be angry -- or, worse, disgusted -- that he could hardly believe that she had instead agreed so readily and was really going to do this for him. She seemed playful, almost eager.

Dena grinned evilly down at Sheldon. She reached down with her muscular, powerful right arm and grabbed his belt. He was lighter than Greg the bully and she was much stronger than she was a few months ago, so she easily hauled him off the bed with one arm and held him dangling in front of her. "Like this..." she asked playfully, then lifted him higher until his head almost hit the ceiling. "Or like this?" She grinned up at him as she held him out with one bulging muscular arm, her other hand resting on her cocked hip, her feet planted firmly in a wide stance.

"This is so sexy," Sheldon whispered in awe, his hard-on surging and making him light-headed. He reached out with trembling hands and felt Dena's steely hard-muscled forearm, felt up her arm to her thick round bicep, which felt as hard as a boulder. He traced the big vein snaking over her bulging bicep. For some strange reason this moment of being lifted in the air, held aloft by the naked Amazon and dangling at the end of her trembling, powerful, muscular arm, felt more intimate and more deeply personal than fingering her. Dena seemed to feel it too; her cocky grin faded as she looked up at him with an expression somewhere between proud and nervous. She looked shy and hopeful... and devastatingly gorgeous. "You are so sexy," Sheldon breathed.

Dena smiled and raised a dark eyebrow. "I'm naked, and you're not," she observed. With a flick of her powerful wrist, she lightly tossed him onto the bed, careful to make sure he landed safely. He bounced on her mattress.

"Clothes. Off. Now," she growled. She smiled playfully, almost embarrassed, unsure of herself despite her boldly assertive order.

Sheldon blushed but didn't argue. He wriggled out of his shirt and pants and socks. He hesitated before pulling off his boxers. "Everything," Dena ordered. She frowned, worried; maybe she'd gone too far or done something off. Sex and boys sometimes seemed like a terrifying minefield to the eighteen year-old virgin. "What's wrong?"

Sheldon pulled his boxers off and stood naked in front of her. He looked at them together in her wall mirror. The comparison was laughable. As usual, he dealt with his fear and insecurity by charging ahead. He took a deep breath, put his hands on his hips, and said with smiling bravado, "I just don't know if you can handle all this!"

Dena smiled and felt a thrill at his cocky attitude. "I don't know either," she said playfully, "but I'm willing to find out!" She reached under his arms, clamped her huge hands and steely strong fingers around his chest and back, and lifted him into the air as easily as a child. They were eye-to-eye, and his feet dangled more than a foot off the floor. She brought him to her mouth and kissed him passionately. He responded and his hard-on throbbed against her rock-hard stomach, leaking pre-cum.

Dena was nervous being this aggressively sexual and dominant, but she was immensely powerful, and he seemed to honestly like her strength. "Sheldon," she said hesitantly. "I want to try something."

Sheldon's nostrils flared with lust. "Yes, anything!" he breathed.

"Keep your body as straight as you can," Dena warned. She kept hold of his right side in her left hand, then shifted her right hand grip to his left thigh. She turned his body horizontal, hoisted him into the air, and pressed him overhead, almost to the ceiling.

"Dena!? What are you..." Sheldon began to exclaim in surprise, but then he just groaned as Dena lowered his cock into her hot, wet mouth. "Ohhhh..."

Though she'd never given a blowjob before, her teammates talked in the locker room. She clamped her lips around his cock and pressed him up and down overhead. With her head tilted up, it was relatively easy to deep-throat him. She found it more fun than she expected, focusing on the challenge of taking him entirely inside her mouth and down her throat without gagging. She swallowed a lot, working up her saliva, tasting his salty pre-cum.

Sheldon was in heaven. He stared lustily at Dena's huge muscles flexing as she worked him up and down, in and out, as tirelessly as a machine. Her lips and tongue and throat worked his sensitive shaft, close and tight, warm and wet. She lowered him all the way in, resting his balls on her lips, then slid her tongue out to wash over his balls.

"Oh my god," Sheldon breathed, nearly hyperventilating in surprised lusty pleasure. "Dena, stop... Dena stop, I'm gonna cum I can't stop oh I'm sorry..." Sheldon spasmed as he released deep into Dena's throat.

His climax caught Dena by surprise, but she gamely swallowed and continued sucking his sensitive shaft. When he finished unloading spurts of cum into her mouth she pulled him out with a playful sucking slurp. She held him pressed overhead, looked him straight in the eye, licked her lips, and swallowed the last of his cum. She nuzzled his leaking cock head affectionately, licking the last drips out.

"Oh my god, Dena. Oh, wow. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Sheldon kept repeating in a daze.

"Don't be. I wanted to do that. I have for a long time," Dena said happily. "I'm glad you liked it."

Sheldon laughed, comfortable in her hands; he knew she would never drop him. "Yeah, 'liked it;' that's an understatement!"

Dena laughed and lowered him into a colossal crushing hug. Sheldon looked deep into her warm brown eyes and kissed her slowly, sensually. Dena's own lust surged in response. "Now, lie down and let me do you," Sheldon playfully ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Dena replied with a giggle. She obediently lowered Sheldon to the floor and lay back on her bed, opening her long muscular legs invitingly.

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Dena and Sheldon sat on Dena's couch watching a movie. The stars had aligned: it was a Saturday night, Dena had an early game that Sheldon had come to watch and cheer her on as they won, her father had to work late, and her sister Gina was going to a sleepover. Dena invited Sheldon over for a double feature of romantic comedy and science fiction.

Sheldon was applying early to MIT and other top academic universities. He was in high demand due to his perfect grades and fierce team leadership and individual performance in the national Math Olympiad. He was being considered for the international team.

Dena was in the middle of an unexpected growth spurt. Normally girls stopped growing by fifteen, maybe sixteen; it was late in life and very unusual for an eighteen year old girl to have her last growth spurt. Dena wasn't happy about it; although she liked being big and strong, she didn't like feeling like even more of a freak than she already did. She had gained an inch in height, growing to six feet nine inches tall. It was getting even harder to walk through doors, especially ones with shorter frames.

Where most girls her age were maturing and filling out into womanly curves, Dena was filling out her long ropy muscles with huge muscle mass, her muscular limbs bulging on her slim athletic frame. She'd gained over ten pounds, mostly muscle, putting her slightly over two hundred seventy-five pounds, and she was always hungry. She naturally had extremely, almost punishingly, low bodyfat, and now she was more muscular than ever. The extra muscle mass really popped under her pale blue-veined skin, making her look even more intimidating and dominating on the court.

It was college recruiting season. The school was dominating the state high school ladder, and the entire team was being actively recruited by top athletic colleges; none more so than Dena. Despite whispers that her body couldn't possibly be natural, she'd passed all her drug tests. Freakishly big and strong, she was called, but not to her face. Recruiters openly discussed her chances of going on to the WNBA some day. It was a lot for the naturally reserved superjock, but she was competitive, driven, and determined.

Dena was also outgrowing her clothes again, which took her by surprise. At this rate she'd need a whole new wardrobe. She knew her father couldn't afford to buy her all new outfits, especially with Gina hitting a growth spurt of her own, so she'd taken to shopping for fabric at thrift stores and altering her own clothes. Bobbi Jo was helping out too; she was a good seamstress and had a keen eye for fashion. Bobbi Jo wasn't spending much time with her boyfriend Connor these days; they hadn't quite broken up, but rather entered a strange and strained part of their relationship that Dena didn't understand. Dena was grateful for the help but sad for her best friend's rocky romance.

Dena lay her head down in Sheldon's lap and wriggled into a comfortable position as the movie played. Sheldon was surprised at the affectionate move; Dena was normally shy, if not stand-offish, and they hadn't gone farther than the occasional kiss. He hesitantly moved his hand down and stroked her soft silky black hair. "That's nice," she murmured. He looked at her bare muscular neck, a jagged network of thick blue veins under her pale skin. Her huge body seemed to throb with barely contained, raw muscular power.

He started to get a hard-on. Oh god please no, he thought, embarrassed, but Dena didn't seem to mind. She reached for his hand and swallowed it in her enormous palm. Her grip was like a hot steel clamp around his tiny fist. She's holding my whole hand like I'm a tiny doll, he thought, pulse racing.

Dena's own heart pounded in her ears. She reminded herself of Bobbi Jo's words, and trusted that the beautiful blonde knew a lot more about boys than she did. She was afraid of Sheldon's reaction, but more afraid of not trying anything. She brought his hand down to her chest. She was wearing a plain gray sweatshirt, baggy at the waist and tight across her broad chest and shoulders. She pressed his little hand into her thick muscular chest.

Sheldon instantly tensed and his hand grew rigid in hers. Dena felt a wave of disappointment and rejection threatening to crush her and struggled to breathe. Please no, she thought, please don't let me be wrong, followed quickly by a strong regret she didn't have nice soft breasts.

"Can... can I feel you?" Sheldon asked quietly, hopefully.

For a long moment Dena lay silent and confused as her disappointment turned to hope. "Yes," she finally whispered.

Sheldon awkwardly groped her steel-hard pectoral muscle. As he realized Dena wasn't stopping him, but instead wriggling her giant body to give him better access, he grew bolder. Her chest felt as big and hard as a slab of marble under her sweatshirt. He moved his fingers down and found her big hard nipple, like a thimble poking out of the vast slab of hard chest muscle. He hesitated a moment before squeezing the hard nub.

Dena gasped and writhed urgently. "Yesss..." she hissed.

Encouraged, Sheldon tweaked her nipple, twisting and squeezing it harder and harder. Even with all his strength he couldn't hurt her sensitive nipple, and the harder he twisted the more Dena's immense body responded, arching her back and shoving her chest against his hand. She rubbed her soft black hair against his crotch, encouraging his throbbing erection.

Sheldon couldn't believe he was groping this magnificent, beautiful goddess. He was determined to make her as happy as he could. He was in heaven on the couch working her up to a hot and heavy moaning and would happily play with her nipple for hours if that's what she demanded of him.

Dena reached down and pulled up her sweatshirt, revealing her bare bra-less pale torso. She looked like a muscle anatomy chart, blue veins on pale skin over huge, bulging muscles that rippled in powerful waves. Her deeply defined abs led like a cobblestone road up to her full, thick, heavy pecs, which had a deep line of muscle cleavage between them. Obliques flared in thick ridges around her back and sides. Sheldon paused, gazing down in awe and lust.

"What?" Dena asked, suddenly shy and self-conscious. Had lifting her shirt been a mistake?

"You're..." Sheldon was about to say amazing but changed his mind. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in awe.

It was exactly what Dena needed to hear. She gripped the back of his head, pulled him down, and lunged up to crush her lips against his, kissing him urgently and passionately. Sheldon kissed back with equal ferocity, roaming his hand across her thick muscular chest and squeezing the marble-like slabs as hard as he could. He pulled hard on her big thick nipple and Dena gasped in pleasure. "Harder," she insisted as they gasped for breath between kisses. "Harder. Harder!" He pulled and twisted with all his might but he was no match for her strength or incredible toughness, and Dena's body warmed and shuddered with delicious pleasure. Her other hand plunged down into her pants. "Harder!" she shouted in ecstasy. "Harrrrderrrr ohh god ohhh!" She crushed his lips painfully hard, shoved her tongue deep down his throat, and threatened to crush his skull like an eggshell in her vice-like grip as an orgasm thundered through her body. She squirted hard as she furiously fingered herself, soaking right through her panties and jeans.

"Ow," Sheldon gasped through his haze of pain. His boner throbbed harder than ever.

"Sorry. Sorry," Dena repeated in a happy whisper over and over, hardly knowing what she was saying or doing. "Oh god thank you. Oh god," she was laughing now.

"Did you... come?" Sheldon asked hesitantly, fascinated.

Dena laughed and gasped and nodded vigorously. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes," she giggled. She looked down at the soaking crotch of her jeans. "Oops," she said happily. She looked him deep in his eyes, her own warm brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come to my room," she invited, panting with lust.

Sheldon gulped in excitement and nervousness. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Standing was awkward with his impediment, but he followed the giant amazon upstairs, watching her hips sway on her long powerfully muscled legs as she walked, her broad athletic shoulders tapering to a slim hard waist. She turned at her doorway and smiled down at him, inviting him inside. At six feet nine inches she towered over him by fifteen inches and outweighed him by a solid one hundred twenty-five pounds of rock-hard muscle. Sheldon took a deep breath and entered her room. She followed him inside and closed the door.
It was a mild weekend in December, unseasonably warm. Dena and Bobbi Jo were at a remote climbing spot almost a two hour drive away. It was a technically challenging climb and Bobbi Jo wanted the practice, so she was up first placing their pitons, with Dena climbing behind.

Bobbi Jo was working hard, big strong muscles bulging as she searched the cliff for the next handhold. Dena privately admired Bobbi Jo's full, muscular butt and long muscular legs. No woman should have curves that perfect. Dena tried not to stare too much, which was easy since the climb was challenging even for her. She had to pay close attention to their ascent. Even so, she was confused by the intensity of her physical attraction to Bobbi Jo. No doubt Bobbi Jo was breath-takingly beautiful, but Dena didn't know her own sexuality. Could she be bisexual? She thought about Cheryl's offer and Tanya's legendarily voracious sexual appetite more than she cared to admit, imagining the big girls' muscular athletic beautiful bodies writhing naked together, and imagining them in her own even bigger and more muscular arms.

Today, however, Dena wasn't focused on her own feelings, nor on her possible attraction to her teammates and opponents. She could sense something was off with Bobbi Jo. Something was bothering her friend.

Bobbi Jo reached too far and her foot slipped. She grabbed hard on her handholds and held her body up, big biceps and deltoids flaring, arms trembling with the effort as she felt for a toehold.

The big blonde had been climbing fast and without her usual careful, measured approach. Dena was alarmed at Bobbi Jo's recklessness. "Be careful," she called up.

"Why? You'll catch me. You can lift a two hundred pound man in one arm, I think you can handle me. You're fucking supergirl," Bobbi Jo spat bitterly.

Dena didn't reply. She was hurt by Bobbi Jo's unexpected viciousness. She was also startled and hurt that word had spread about what she'd done to Leon and Greg. She hadn't thought Sheldon would blab about she'd done, but she hadn't told him to keep it secret. Still, she was upset and disappointed.

They finished the rest of the brutal ascent with minimal chatter and rested at the top, breathing hard from the difficult climb. A cold wind started to blow. Bobbi Jo defiantly refused to cross her arms, letting the wind chill her skin into goosebumps.

"What's wrong?" Dena finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

Bobbi Jo turned away. "Sheldon didn't tell anyone. I knew that would bother you, which is why I said it. I'm sorry."

Dena closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. The thought that Sheldon was spreading that story around the school had bothered her more than she'd admitted to herself during the rest of the climb up. She wasn't sure why, but she would have felt betrayed by him bringing all that unwanted attention to her. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Bobbi Jo chewed her full lip and explained, "Leon and Greg are having some sort of fight, I've heard. Anyway, Greg is really pissed off, so he's been going around talking about how you made Leon piss his pants." She turned back to Dena with a small guilty smile. "Sheldon wouldn't do anything to embarrass you. He's loyal to a fault. He always has been. You know that, right? He loves you, Dena. It's obvious. Jesus, he fucking worships you." She said the last part with a bitter laugh.

Dena was surpised that Bobbi Jo and Sheldon knew each other, and marveled that Sheldon had the respect of someone like Bobbi Jo. He was full of surprises. But she could think about that later. Right now, she watched her beautiful friend suffer and her heart broke for her. It wasn't like Bobbi Jo to curse. She didn't consider it proper or ladylike, and didn't think it set a good example. She took her job as an athlete and role model very seriously. "What's wrong, Bobbi Jo?" she asked again.

Bobbi Jo looked away. "Connor's been cheating on me," she whispered. Then she looked back at Dena to see her reaction.

"What?" Dena was startled. This was the last thing she expected to hear. How could Connor dare to cheat on Bobbi Jo? And why? Dena had never met a more beautiful, warm, yet intimidating woman than Bobbi Jo. She couldn't imagine Connor, or anyone else, wanting to cheat on her. "Who is she?"

"It's not a she." Bobbi Jo laughed bitterly again and wiped her wet eyes. "I don't know if that makes it better or worse. Funny thing, he's one of Sheldon's friends. Pete, that mouthy little nerd. He's been sucking Connor off after practice." She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm such an idiot. Everyone will know my boyfriend is gay. I'll be a laughingstock!"

Dena was quiet a moment. "Are you more upset he cheated on you or that he humiliated you?" she asked.

That brought Bobbi Jo up short. She gave a small, surprised laugh and wiped her eyes. "You're pretty sharp," she said, eyeing Dena with new respect. "I think... Both. I love him. But I also love the idea of him. I loved being crowned at Homecoming with him. I thought I was going to be prom queen." She barked out a laugh at herself. "Oh god, I'm so shallow!"

"You're not," Dena said. She wasn't usually one to discuss her feelings, and nobody ever accused her of being chatty. But her friend was hurting, so she took her cue from Sheldon's straightforward and brave honesty and blurted out, "You're kind and brilliant and the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You're my best friend, Bobbi Jo. I've never had a best friend before, but it's funny, I feel like I've known you for years. Like you just fit, you know? I love you."

Dena's pale cheeks immediately turned bright in embarrassment. She couldn't believe she'd just said that out loud.

Bobbi Jo stared at Dena in surprise. A smile slowly spread across her tear-streaked face. "Thank you," she said. "I needed to hear that. I love you too, Dena." She looked out over the beautiful forest below, the wind whipping her thick mane of long blonde hair. She looked like a Valkyrie on the cliff top.

After a few minutes of companionable silence she finally turned back to Dena. "Let's talk about something else. How's it going with your boyfriend?"

"I don't know if Sheldon is my boyfriend," Dena said, surprised but willing to change the subject.

"What do you mean?"

"He never said I'm his girlfriend. He hasn't asked me."

"But you hang out, right?"

Dena nodded. Sheldon was friendly at school, and had asked her to the movies a few times, and dinner once. She had said yes when she could, which wasn't often. They went climbing on occasion, and Sheldon was getting much better. He could scale the beginner ascent and was more confident bouldering. He was eating better and climbing on his own, and his body was slowly changing from sedentary chub to a more muscular stockiness.

They were both busy, Dena especially so with multiple varsity teams, college applications, college recruiters, and a full course load of honors and advanced placement classes. They had very separate lives and she wondered what their status was, wondered if they were even a couple. She didn't have experience in these things and was grateful to talk to Bobbi Jo about it.

Dena told most of this to Bobbi Jo. "I don't know what we are," she finished.

"Did you two do it?" Bobbi Jo asked bluntly.

"We..." Dena blushed. "We haven't, you know."

"What? Not ever?"

Dena shook her head. "He's never tried to... um... you know."

Bobbi Jo shook her head and laughed in disbelief. "Oral? Second base?" Dena shook her head again. "Anything?" Dena shrugged. Bobbi Jo made a disbelieving face. "What do you do together, then?" Without waiting for Dena to answer, she continued quietly, "Do you want to do more with him?"

Dena's blush deepened. "Yes," she admitted.

"Have you asked him to?"

Dena stared at the ground and fidgeted uncomfortably. "No," she mumbled.

"Why the heck not?"

"I'm afraid he won't want to. He hasn't tried anything yet. Maybe..." Dena hesitated before voicing her worst fear. "I'm afraid it's because I'm not pretty," she whispered.

"That's ridiculous," Bobbi Jo said immediately, then regretted it when she saw the misery on Dena's face. Her tone softened. "Dena, one, you are beautiful, you're going to figure that out some day, and two, seriously, that little nerd worships you."

"Then why won't he touch me?" Dena pleaded.

Bobbi Jo gazed fondly at her huge friend. "Here, hold up your hand." Dena did, looking puzzled. Bobbi Jo held her fingers up. She had big, strong, long-fingered hands, but they looked like a child's hands next to Dena's. "Look how much bigger than me you are. And you may have noticed that I'm not a small lady! I'm even bigger than Sheldon in comparison. So you're like twice his size, easy. And look at you, you're unbelievably strong, you look like you could rip a man's arms off if he tried anything!"

"I wouldn't!" Dena protested indignantly.

Bobbi Jo grinned wickedly. "I know. But you could!"

Dena considered this in her thoughtful, methodical way. "He's afraid of me?" she finally asked in a hushed, miserable voice. "I would never hurt him!"

"I know. I'm sorry, I said it badly," Bobbi Jo said apologetically. "I'm sure he's not afraid of you, exactly, more like respectful. I've known Sheldon almost our whole lives. He's always been a nerd, you know, and he's never had a girlfriend before. I know he wants you to be his girlfriend. It's obivious. So maybe he's nervous. Maybe he thinks when the time is right you'll tell him. So tell him already."

"You really think so?"

Bobbi Jo squeezed Dena's huge steel-hard hands. "Yeah, dummy, I do." She looked up and up at Dena's troubled face. The huge amazon bit her lip in nervous thought.

"You really are beautiful, you know," Bobbi Jo whispered. She reached up and hugged Dena as hard as she could. She wasn't used to feeling so small with another woman, but it felt right with Dena somehow. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on Dena's powerful, muscular chest. "I'm glad you're my friend. You're a good person, Dena."

Dena's eyes widened in surprised as she looked down at Bobbi Jo. She wrapped her powerful arms around the beautiful, curvy blonde amazon. "Thank you," she whispered, taking comfort from Bobbi Jo's embrace. Even in the midst of her own pain, Bobbi Jo was kind and generous. Melancholy tears welled up in Dena's eyes. She was proud and happy to have Bobbi Jo as a friend, but her heart broke for what her friend was going through. "I'll always be your friend, Bobbi Jo," she whispered fiercely, clutching her close.

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"Wow," Dena breathed, looking at Sheldon in his suit. He'd cut his hair and combed it straight. His suit was a stylish dark grey over a white dress shirt and wide red striped tie.

Sheldon grinned self-consciously. He'd never expected to have this effect on an amazonian goddess like Dena. "Wow yourself," he said. "You're so beautiful!"

Dena blushed at the compliment. She wished she had more in the way of breasts, but she was competitive by nature and proud of her strong muscular body. Tonight she did feel pretty in her black strapless shape-hugging dress and Bobbi Jo's expert makeup. "Thank you," she said, smiling shyly. "You don't mind the heels?" She gestured at her feet and the three inch heels that boosted her already extreme height, so that she towered almost a full foot and a half over him. Her big muscular calves bulged and flexed as she turned her ankle to show off the heels. Thick veins snaked over her thin pale skin and powerful hard muscles.

Sheldon shook his head. "They're great. They look really good on you."

Dena and Sheldon rode to the dance in the back of Connor's Range Rover. Bobbi Jo rode shotgun and playfully slapped away her boyfriend's occasional attempts to fondle her big muscular thighs or huge boobs. The Homecoming football game last night had gone very well and Connor was in a good mood, happy that Bobbi Jo had come to watch their victory at the end of the game after her basketball win. He was sorry he missed watching her play, but such was the life of a varsity power couple: Connor was the quarterback of the football team and Bobbi Jo was the captain of the basketball team, and both roles were very demanding on their time.

At the dance Dena watched as Sheldon kept up a friendly chatter with everybody. The little nerd was gregarious and easily slipped between conversations in academics and pop culture and even sports, though for the latter she noticed he mostly kept the other parties talking. Dena was more reserved, naturally shy and slightly introverted, more comfortable powering her way through an opponent or up a cliff than in a prolonged conversation. She happily stayed on Sheldon's arm and let him do most of the talking, even feeling a bit like eye candy as she noticed people shooting them (well, the admiration was mostly for Dena, really) admiring glances. It was a new feeling for her, and not entirely unpleasant.

They moved to the dance floor with the group of jocks. Dena had no formal dance training, but she was naturally athletic and highly coordinated, with a keen eye for physical movement. She quickly caught on to the graceful rhythms from Bobbi Jo and Tanya. She was supremely confident and powerfully physical in her tall muscular body, and she moved to the beat with the other girls in flowing, sexy gyrations.

Sheldon felt like he was in a land of giants, thrilled and excited but also nervous and scared of looking dumb. Sheldon dealt with fear by plunging in head-first, so he danced with more enthusiasm than skill. Bobbi Jo, Tanya, and Dena all took turns with him, delighted by his willingness to get out there and dance. Dena felt a flare of jealousy when Tanya looked at her and deliberately shoved Sheldon's face deep into her huge breasts, but her jealousy faded into amusement at Tanya's friendly, playful wink and Sheldon's embarrassed flailing.

Eventually Sheldon had to take a break, breathless and dehydrated. Dena moved to sit with him and Ning until Bobbi Jo stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Need to go to the bathroom?" Bobbi Jo asked.

In the bathroom Dena consented to Bobbi Jo freshening her makeup. She had worked up a good sweat on the dance floor. "How's it going?" Bobbi Jo asked.

"Good, I think? I'm not sure. This is my first date," Dena replied.

Bobbi Jo grinned. "I'd say it's going well then. You two look great."

Dena blushed. "Thank you. You and Connor are a beautiful couple. I think you'll be Homecoming king and queen."

"I know, right?!"

"Hey, is Tanya..." Dena struggled to find words. Finally she said, "Cheryl from the game asked me out last night."

"I bet she did!" Bobbi Jo said with a grin. "Yeah, she and Tanya have history, but Tanya is totally omnivorous if you know what I mean." When Dena looked confused, Bobbi Jo laughed and said, "Tanya is a huge bisexual slut!" Dena laughed uncomfortably. "That's how she describes herself, by the way," Bobbi Jo continued. "Why, are you interested in Cheryl?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I like Sheldon, I want to see what happens. I've never... you know." Bobbi Jo nodded sympathetically. "Do you think Tanya would dance with Sheldon's friend Ning? I told Sheldon I would ask."

"I don't know," Bobbi Jo said frankly. "But Ning should ask her. Tanya likes to be wanted, and she likes flattery."

Dena laughed. "Thanks!"

Dena headed back into the dance room and sat next to Sheldon, who was deep in a nerd argument with Ning. She hesitantly took Sheldon's hand. He squeezed her big, strong hand and smiled happily at her. She smiled back and turned to Ning. "Ask Tanya to dance," she said.

Ning gulped and looked at his shoes, fidgeting nervously. "Hey," Sheldon said to him. "Ask her!" Ning nodded quickly.

The music stopped and the lights came on. One of the students who did morning announcements took the stage to announce the results for Homecoming royalty. Bobbi Jo and Connor were crowned to much applause and nobody's surprise. They looked very tall and athletic next to the average stature of the announcer. The couple were confident and happy and radiantly beautiful on stage, where they naturally belonged.

Dena watched Bobbi Jo get crowned Homecoming queen and felt proud for her beautiful new friend. After the crowning Dena's body thrummed with nervous tension. She didn't like sitting and was starting to feel claustrophobic in the hot, noisy, crowded gymnasium. "Hey, I'm gonna go outside for a bit," she told Sheldon.

He looked sad but quickly covered it with a smile. "Oh, okay," he said.

"You can come with me," she said quietly.

"Okay!" he readily agreed. "We'll be back, Ning!"

The little Asian nerd bobbed his head quickly, already lost in his cell phone. "Okay, bye," he said.

Once outside, Dena eyed the gymnasium critically. The school was a solid New England compound of brick and stone buildings. There, she decided, spotting a route. She strode forward while Sheldon puffed next to her, struggling to keep up with her long-legged stride. "Come up to the roof with me?" she requested.

Sheldon eyed the building skeptically. He was still sore from the other day, and had just added the unfamiliar physical exertion of dancing on top of that. "Okay," he agreed reluctantly, scared to try but unwilling to let Dena down.

"Free climbing can be dangerous, especially at night, but I think there's enough light here," Dena lectured, more comfortable in her element. "Since I'm the stronger climber, I'll go first to map our ascent, and you follow where I go. Your reach is shorter than mine so I'll look for finger and toe holds for you."

Sheldon looked up and up at Dena's towering height and her extraordinarily long and muscular arms and legs. "Okay," he said with a grin, swallowing his fear. "I trust you."

Dena felt a warm rush of affection towards the little nerd but didn't know how to express it, so she clamped down her feelings and approached the building wall. She kicked off her heels, preparing to ascend barefoot. She eyed the wall professionally, then started up. She picked her way up slowly, careful to keep her reach down to levels Sheldon could manage. He grunted and strained as he pulled his fat little body up after her but didn't complain. They got above the extended height of the first floor and then the second. One more floor to go, Sheldon puffing hard now, his sore muscles trembling.

Dena stopped near the top. "There's no hold you can reach," she announced. Sheldon groaned, anticipating a long hard climb down. "I have an idea. Climb up next to me."

Sheldon awkwardly maneuvered his pudgy body over to Dena's muscular amazonian frame. She leaped past him, reached up high and gripped the roof ledge, much higher than Sheldon could reach. She reached her long right arm down until both her arms were completely stretched. She held out her hand. "I can pull you up," she said. "I won't drop you."

Sheldon's heart raced with excitement added to his fear as he looked at her muscle-bulging forearm, extra pale in the wan school lighting. She really is supergirl, he thought, trusting her completely. He reached up and gripped her big strong hand, then let go and wrapped his other hand around hers, clinging tight to her powerful fingers. She wrapped his hands in a tight, unbreakable grip and flexed her muscular, powerful arm, hauling his weight up as if he were a knapsack instead of a chubby nerd. She flexed her left arm and smoothly did a one-armed pull-up with both their weight. She was trembling with effort now, but lifted Sheldon with her right arm until he could grab the roof ledge.

Sheldon and Dena hauled themselves onto the roof, Sheldon gasping and laughing, Dena breathing hard and grinning, shaking out her long ropy muscles. She enjoyed the exertion and the challenge.

"Oh my god, that was incredible," Sheldon gasped. "You're so strong! You're amazing!"

Dena was pleased, though she felt a little guilty for showing off like that. She was glad Sheldon appreciated it and didn't think she was some sort of freak.

A haze of marijuana smoke drifted past them. The bullies Leon and Greg were smoking up on the roof. "Oh look it's the freaks and the geeks," Leon called out with a sneer. "Come on Greg, let's get out of here before they narc on us."

"You should run away, cowards!" Sheldon yelled after them, incensed.

Leon turned back. "Who you calling coward? You're lucky you have that big ugly dyke protecting you. She probably mistook your tiny penis for a pussy, you pussy."

"At least I'm not a remedial, third-string, loser wannabe with no future!" Sheldon yelled.

This hit home and Leon bristled. "Why you little punk," he growled menacingly, taking a step toward them.

Dena automatically stepped forward. "Um Leon, let's go," Greg said nervously, eyeing Dena's intimidating height and huge bulging muscles. She looks hot in that slinky dress, he thought to himself, but he would never admit it. He also remembered their last encounter, and felt more fear than Leon.

Leon was still angry but remembered how easily she made him piss his pants. He was a bully but not completely stupid. "Whatever. Freaks," he said, shaking his head in disgust. He and Greg disappeared down through the roof access.

Dena and Sheldon found a spot to sit that looked out over the sparkling lights of the city. Dena sat quietly with Sheldon, lost in her own thoughts, replaying the encounter in her head. "Don't listen to those losers," Sheldon said in disgust, interrupting her self-reflection.

"You shouldn't provoke them," Dena said softly.

"I know. But I couldn't just let them insult you like that!"

Dena smiled tightly. "I've been called worse," she said in barely a whisper. "I don't care what they say," she continued, lying a little. "They're right, though. I really am a freak. I know that."

Sheldon reached over and took her huge, powerful hand in his small soft pudgy fingers. "No you're not, Dena. You're beautiful," he said fervently. He squeezed her fist as tight as he could. It felt like squeezing a boulder.

"You really think so?" Dena asked in a small, quiet, insecure voice.

"Of course I do," he said. "I can't believe you agreed to come to the dance with me. I got a date with you! I'm so lucky! I never in a thousand years thought you'd say yes."

Dena was silent for a moment, thinking that over. "Then why did you ask?"

"You know those movies where the guy wants to ask the girl on a date and never does, just keeps pining for her until it's creepy? I didn't want to be that guy."

Dena smiled. "You're not. You really wanted to ask me out that much? And you thought I'd say no? I don't know if I would have done that. I think that's pretty brave."

"Thanks. So, why did you say yes?"

She shrugged. "You asked." She knew that was inadequate, but it was hard for her to admit the real reason. So she took her cue from Sheldon's brave, straightforward approach and said it anyway. "And... I like you."

Holy cow, Sheldon thought, unable to believe this was happening. Just do it! he told himself, his heart hammering with nerves and fear. "Dena," Sheldon squeezed her hand and hesitated, then plunged ahead, "can I kiss you?"

Dena looked down at Sheldon's big eyes behind his thick glasses and saw hopeful, scared expression. Her own dark eyes glistened in the dim city light. "Yes," she whispered.

She lowered her mouth to his and he turned his face up to greet her. Slowly and awkwardly their lips pressed together, neither quite certain what they were doing. Gradually they did what came naturally. They closed their eyes and let their lips find a rhythm. The extended kiss grew deeper and hungrier as their dry mouths grew wetter.

Sheldon reached around Dena's broad, hard shoulders and clutched her hard, flexing deltoid muscles as she clutched him back. He hesitantly thrust his tongue against her lips. Surprised, Dena parted her lips to accept his tongue, wrestling back with her own. Thus emboldened, Sheldon thrust with more enthusiasm, kissing Dena with gusto, clutching her immensely powerful body as hard as he could, as pleasure and warmth and hormones surged through him.

Dena tightened her embrace, pulling Sheldon's small soft pudgy body into her hard-muscled chest. The chill of the night air through her strapless dress tented her big nipples into hard thimbles that dug painfully deep into his chest. Her biceps crushed into him like steel bands, coiling tighter and tighter until he struggled to breathe, but he was unwilling to break off his first kiss for such a petty reason as having the breath crushed out of him.

Finally Dena opened her eyes and released Sheldon, who drew in a deep shuddering breath and winced at the bruising pain her crushing embrace had dug into his sore muscles.

"I'm sorry!" Dena said quickly in alarm, afraid that she'd unintentionally damaged him.

"Don't be!" Sheldon reassured her quickly. "That was my first kiss!"

"Mine too," Dena admitted.

"It was better than I ever dreamed," Sheldon said, gazing deep into Dena's eyes.

Dena smiled shyly. "Yeah. For me too."

After sitting silently for a while, basking in each other's company, warm and happy despite the chill fall air, Sheldon said, "I'd like the last slow dance with you. I've never done that."

"Okay. Me neither. I'd like it, too."

Dena and Sheldon got up and went to the edge they'd climbed over. They looked down the building. "Up seemed easier," Sheldon said doubtfully.

"I can carry you on my back," Dena offered hesitantly. "If you don't mind. You don't have to."

"I'd love to!" When Dena cocked her head at him with a curious look, he said, "You know I like how strong you are, right?" Sheldon immediately looked chagrined. "I hope that didn't come off as creepy or anything," he mumbled.

"No, I already knew that," Dena reassured him. "I've been showing off a little for you, actually." Sheldon's eyes widened in surprise. Dena's lips quirked in a small smile. "I know you like it, but it's still hard for me to believe. I don't think... Guys don't usually like women who are stronger than them."

"Dena, you're stronger than everybody!" Sheldon blurted. "And I love that about you!"

"Oh," Dena said softly, taken aback by his enthusiasm. She was a little uncomfortable and even embarrassed. The emotional damage from years of feeling like a freak needed more than one evening to reverse. She needed time to sort out her feelings.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Sheldon said, picking up on her inner turmoil. He looked down in embarrassed shame.

He looked up when Dena wrapped her big hand around his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. Gentle for her was still strong enough to painfully crush his shoulder.

"It's okay." Dena wanted to say she was glad he'd told her, but she couldn't form the right words to express her feelings. Instead, she said, "Climb on, then."

Sheldon clambered on to Dena's muscular back. He wrapped his chubby arms around her strong neck. It felt like hugging a tree trunk. He wrapped his legs around her trim hard waist. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Dena's eyes widened. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you want me to get off? Err... I mean get down?"

"No. I'm flattered, I think," Dena said, surprisingly pleased at the effect she had on Sheldon.

She climbed down with no difficulty, her hard bulging muscles working smoothly as she descended. She felt Sheldon digging into her back the whole way down. He was excited by her strength. She didn't know how she felt about that.

He hopped down off her back once they were on the ground. Dena found her heels and slipped them back on, towering over Sheldon even more than normal with the added boost. They headed inside for the last few minutes of the Homecoming dance.

"We were looking for you!" Bobbi Jo said, running over to embrace Dena in a powerful hug between their two muscular amazonian bodies. Her huge soft breasts crushed into Dena's rock-solid chest.

"I wanted some air," Dena said apologetically. "Congratulations, you and Connor look amazing and totally deserve to be King and Queen."

Bobbi Jo giggled. "Thank you!" She leaned in and whispered in Dena's ear, "He kissed you didn't he?"

Dena nodded. Bobbi Jo squeezed her again and gathered the team and their boyfriends, girlfriends, or dance partners together for the final dance.

Ning had obviously worked up the courage to ask Tanya to dance. Tanya pulled Ning into her powerful embrace for the last dance. Heels boosted her already towering height, so she was just shy of a foot and a half taller than the tiny slim nerd. With her height and powerful, muscular athlete's body she looked like a dark amazonian goddess devouring her tiny prey as she pulled his small head into her huge breasts. His thick glasses disappeared into her warm, soft brown cleavage.

Dena watched Sheldon watching the other pair and wished she had breasts like Tanya so she could do that; she wondered if Sheldon liked when Tanya did that to him earlier. She sighed and embraced him in her long muscular arms; in her heels she was herself almost a full foot and a half taller than Sheldon's five and a half foot height. She didn't know if he wanted to be pulled to her chest or not, so she was surprised when he pulled her close. "Do you mind if I rest my cheek on your chest?" he asked shyly. Dena crushed his face to her big hard muscle-bulging chest and hugged him so tight she lifted him off the ground. She was so strong she hardly noticed his weight as he dangled in her arms, and he didn't complain as his cheek rested half on her strapless dress and half directly against her thick, dense, hard pectoral muscle. He felt and heard her heart thrumming powerfully in her deeply muscled chest.

She let him back down to the floor and swayed with him through the last dance of the night, a saccharine-sweet slow pop number just old enough to be a "classic" to the young students.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked when the song was almost over.

"Yes," she whispered.

And they did.


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A little teaser for a story I'm working on based on the character Kira by ayanamifan:

There, in the cabin, prey. Kira padded silently to the door and opened it slowly, carefully. The man stood at a kitchen counter, short and thin, puny, weak, helpless, unaware of her powerful, dangerous, predatory presence behind him. She crept forward, slowly, slowly, a little farther...

A board creaked under Kira's weight and Tim caught her reflection in the glass pane. "No!" Tim shouted, scooping up a spatula and racing towards Kira. "No! No! No!" He beat her about the shoulders with the spatula. Kira squealed and fled towards the bathroom as Tim gave chase, the hunter now the hunted. Tim glared at Kira's mud-streaked, leaf-covered, sweaty, naked form and pointed sternly at the bath. "You are NOT coming to dinner naked and dirty!" he growled.

Kira pouted and climbed in the tub. Tim turned on the hot water tap. The scalding heat was a warm caress on Kira's indestructible skin. "How about just naked?" she asked suggestively.

"No!" Tim said again. "You will put on pants!"

"Yes, sir!" Kira sniggered. "So formal! Can I at least wear shorts?"

Tim relented. "Okay, shorts are fine." He turned back to the kitchen but stopped, suspicious. He looked back at Kira's innocent, wide-eyed expression. "And a shirt!" he added. Kira lost her self-control and giggled madly. "Good grief," Tim muttered, heading back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner.


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