5 comments/ 19899 views/ 28 favorites My Life with a Muscular Cheerleader By: SubmissiveRomantic Edited by Michael-Leonard A college senior comes home on spring break and finds the girl of his dreams. "Hey Bill, You got any plans for spring break this year? Joey and me are going to Panama City in Florida this year; why don't you come along? "No thanks Dave, that's just not my thing. I've already got my ticket for the flight home. You guys go ahead, tear the place up and don't forget to take lots of pictures." "OK, Bill, but you don't know what you're missing; all the girls will be beautiful, drunk and horny." 'Yeah, but none of them would be looking in my direction,' I thought. Two weeks later we packed our bags and went off in separate directions, they went south and I headed west. My flight to Chicago took a little over two hours and was uneventful. From the airport I caught a bus that would take me the rest of the way home, about an hour southwest of Chicago to the small town of New Lenox. 'It was good to be home,' I thought as I walked down Main Street, past my old high school and down the tree-lined block to my parents' home. It was a little after 3 PM; my parents were still at work and wouldn't be home for at least another three hours. My sister, the captain of the cheerleaders, could be anywhere, but most likely she was at the local teen hang-out with the rest of her squad, the teen-aged boys from the sport teams all vying for their attention. I walked up the driveway, punched the code into the keypad and the garage door opened. We always used the garage to enter the house. It acted like a mud room, a place to leave your coat and shoes before entering the house. 'It will be good to just hang out in my room and relax after the long trip home.' As I opened the door from the garage to the basement stairway that lead up to the kitchen I heard the familiar sounds of weights being used downstairs in the basement. 'Arlene must be home after all,' I thought. 'I wonder when she started using my weights?' Wanting to surprise her, I tiptoed down the stairs, and peered around the corner. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched with a sense of awe as the bar full of weights was raised and lowered slowly but steadily. I did a quick calculation in my head; two twenty-fives, two tens, and two fives on each side, plus the bar, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds in all. 'When did my sister get so strong?' Even when I was working out regularly, my best was only one-hundred-and-five pounds. Just then she finished her set, re-racked the bar and, after a few moments, she sat up. Our eyes met, and a smile came to her face. 'That's not my sister,' I thought. "Who are you?" "Bill, don't you remember me? I'm Patti, from next door, Arlene's best friend." She stood, wiped her face with a small towel and slowly walked towards me. "You're... Patti? The last time I saw you, you were a tall skinny kid, always giggling about something." "Well as you can see I've filled out quite a bit since the last time you saw me." 'I'll say,' I thought, as she spun slowly around to give me a good look. She looked to be about six feet tall, and although it was hard to tell with her wearing sweats, she appeared to be broad shouldered, but with narrow hips and waist. I couldn't tell how much she had developed up top, but if my memory served me well, she was always fairly flat-chested. "If I may ask, what are you doing here by yourself, using my weights? And, by the way, where is Arlene?" "Arlene is probably down by Poppy's hanging out with the rest of the cheerleaders. I hope you don't mind my using your weights; Arlene gave me the combination to the garage door a couple of years ago so I could come down here to workout. I'm a cheerleader as well. I do most of the throws and act as the base for our human pyramids, so I have to maintain my strength. That's one of the reasons why I work out all the time." "Don't you miss hanging out with the others?" "No, not really, I'm not very popular with the boys in school and I really could care less about gossiping about who's dating who; or what this girl or that guy is wearing. I'm not into that kind of stuff. So tell me, what are you doing home so soon? Arlene told me you weren't coming home for another couple of days." We were still standing in the middle of the basement and by now my neck was getting stiff. You see, I'm only five-foot-four so I had to look way up in order to talk to her. I think she sensed this because she took hold of my arm and guided me to the other side of the basement which was set up like a small family room; a sofa sat across from an old entertainment center that held a stereo and a TV. She eased onto the sofa and pulled me down next to her. Patti really seemed interested in what I had to say. "I finished my exams earlier than I originally told them; so I thought I'd surprise everyone by coming home a few days early. My roommates are heading to Florida for spring break, so here I am." "Why didn't you go with them? I hear that Florida during spring break is really a happening place; that the guys and girls are all hot and that the beer is cold and plentiful." "Yeah, well that's not really what I'm into. I'm not really a party animal if you know what I mean. I'm not very popular with the girls in my school. I'm really kind of shy around girls." I didn't know why I said the things I was saying to this girl, she was practically a stranger to me, but she seemed to be truly interested in me and I felt sort of a kinship with her. The more I talked to her, the more I realized how attractive she was. Besides being tall and obviously very strong, she had a very pretty face. She had a dazzling smile and a creamy complexion that was dotted with just barely-visible freckles. But it was her eyes that really captivated me. They were a wonderful shade of green and almost catlike in appearance. The more I looked into those eyes, the more I felt myself being attracted to her. I couldn't tell what color hair she had because Patti had a baseball cap on, which she wore backwards. Patti glanced up at the clock on the wall and exclaimed, "Crap, I have to get home, I still have a lot of homework to do for tomorrow. Bill it's been really nice chatting with you I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you before you have to go back to school. Is it alright if I come back tomorrow to work out again? If you don't mind, I'll leave the weights the way they are so I can start where I left off? You can change them if you want, I can reset them tomorrow." "No problem, I'll take care of them later. See you tomorrow." I watched as she ran across the basement and grabbing the banister galloped up the staircase two steps at a time. When I was alone, I walked over to the bench, verifying the amount of weight on the bar. 'It's been quite a while since I've used the weights I wonder if I've gotten any stronger now that I'm older.' I positioned myself under the bar, took a few deep breaths, and tried to push the bar off of the rack. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't budge it. I lay there, still holding on to the bar, and suddenly came to the realization that Patti was a hell of a lot stronger than me. A second thought came to me as I realized that I was getting an erection. 'Knowing she's so much stronger than me is really turning me on.' Chapter 2 I awoke not really knowing where I was and then I remembered. After Patti had left I had gone upstairs, taken a shower and climbed the stairs to my room. Feeling a little tired, I shut my door and lay on my bed thinking of Patti. I must have fallen asleep, because now as I looked at the clock on my nightstand I could see that it was almost seven o'clock. 'Everyone should be home by now; they must be having dinner. I think I'll surprise them.' I got off the bed, slowly opened my door and crept silently down the stairs, carefully avoiding the one that squeaked. At the bottom of the stairs I turned and looked through the living room into the dining room. There was my family, gathered around the table quietly eating dinner. The quiet was about to end. My mother was the first to notice me walking towards the table. "Bill... when did you get home? What a surprise!" She got out of her chair and moved quickly towards me, embracing me in a motherly hug. "Son, it's good to have you home. How was your trip?" "Hi Dad, it's good to be home. The trip was good; no delays." "Hi Sis; you miss me?" "Of course, it's good to have you home. When did you get home?" She said with a somewhat pensive look on her face. "Not too long ago. I got home, took a shower and went up to my room and fell asleep." I sensed that now was not the time to reveal that I had met Patti. I could tell that my sister had never mentioned to our parents the fact that Patti had the code to the garage door and was using the weights when no one was home. "Sit down, you must be starved," my Mom said. Not waiting for a reply, as she got a plate from the cabinet and dished out a large serving of spaghetti and meatballs from the pot on the stove. On the way back to the dining room she grabbed a fork and placed the meal in front of me. As if by magic a glass of milk appeared in front of me as well. "We weren't expecting you until Friday." "I know, Mom. I figured that since I hadn't been home in more than two years I would surprise you so I never told you my final plans for the break." We settled into a casual conversation. For me it felt really good to be home. After diner, I helped Mom clear the table and then sat in the living room with the entire family watching several shows and the evening news. "Well, if you don't mind I'm going to get ready for bed, I'm still on East Coast time." After a quick trip to the bathroom, I kissed my mother goodnight and went up to my room. About five minutes later I heard the squeak of the stair and, knowing someone was about to knock on my door, climbed into bed and under the covers. "Bill, can I come in?" my sister said after knocking. "Sure Sis, Come on in." Arlene entered the room, pulled my desk chair close to the bed and sat down. For a long minute we just looked at one another and then she broke the silence. "You saw her didn't you? You know that Patti has the combination and comes here to work out even when I'm not here. Thanks for not saying anything in front of Mom and Dad. I never told them I gave her the combination and I'm not sure how they would react." "Slow down, Sis; relax. I'm not going to say anything; I'll leave that up to you. They should know about it but I'm sure they won't mind, they've known her for almost ten years, she's practically part of the family anyway." The tone of the conversation became more relaxed as Arlene asked, "So, what do you think of her, isn't she something?" "You can say that again. She's pretty, she's easy to talk to, and she's got to be the strongest girl I've ever met." Arlene smiled. "Thank goodness you like her. She's been asking about you ever since the last time you were home. She was so disappointed that that you haven't been coming home during the summer." I thought about it for a second then replied, "I guess I haven't seen her since my first year at school. I came home for the winter break, but since then, I've been staying at school, taking classes during the inter-sessions. I'm trying to complete my degree in three years. The scholarship I received doesn't cover all of my tuition, so if I can cut out a year I can minimize the amount of my student loan." "Well, when I go to college, I'm going to enjoy myself and savor the experience." I just nodded my head, knowing that she was the outgoing member of the family. I knew she would love college life; I just hoped that she got an education as well. "Arlene, I've been trying to think back about when I was still in high school, I just don't remember that much about Patti. I know she was here all the time; that you guys were always hanging around together. But all I remember of her is that she was tall, skinny and extremely shy. I don't think I ever really had a conversation with her before today." "Of course you don't, silly. Back then we were barely teenagers, our four-year age difference really mattered. You were a senior, a big shot; Patti and I were just freshmen. I bet you never saw us sitting on the steps while you worked out. I didn't really want to but Patti always insisted. We would watch you lifting weights, with your shirt off, in your cute little gym shorts, until you were finished and would walk over to the stereo to shut it off. That's when we would go back up to my room. I think that was when Patti's obsession with weightlifting started. After you would go in for a shower, we would sneak back down stairs and Patti would try to imitate you. At first she could barely do one rep; but soon she was doing sets of twelve reps and would add additional weight as well. Just before you went off to college, she and I went out for the cheerleading squad. I made it, but Patti got cut. I think that really hurt her; she became more serious and asked me if she could use the weights after school. I gave her the combination to open the garage. While I was at practice or cheering at a game, she would be lifting. Soon you could see the results of her hard work. Her arms, shoulders and legs were thicker; she lost that gawkiness, and seemed to be more self-confident. That next summer we worked out together. I was amazed at her strength; she was lifting over one hundred twenty five pounds -- more than I weighed." I lay there in bed fascinated by my sister's tale. I could feel myself getting aroused by the mental images of Patti she was painting for me. I had to bend my legs in order to prevent my sister from seeing my erection. She continued. "That's when I got the idea that maybe Patti could make the squad if we could work out some routines using her strength to its full potential. We started with her lifting me on to her shoulders. I would stand with her holding my ankles, leading a cheer, and finish with my hands in the air. Next we worked out a routine where she would toss me into the air and then catch me. Soon I had a couple of the other girls come over and we worked on a human totem pole. Patti would stand, lift me until I was standing on her shoulders, and hold my ankles. Then the girls would put a foot on her thighs and, holding onto her elbows, would stand and lean out to the side. We would hold that pose throughout the cheer. She made the squad that year, and I was named captain." "Does Patti have a boyfriend?" I asked with more than a little interest. "No, she's been asked out a few times, but she's always said the guys turned out to be jerks. For the last year or so I know for a fact no one has asked her out. A rumor went around the school at one point, insinuating that she was a lesbian because she wouldn't put out. I asked her about it one day. Apparently one of the jocks from the football team tried to get fresh and wouldn't take no for an answer. The next day he came to school with his arm in a sling. He insisted the pulled ligaments were from a fall; Patti told me she bent his arm behind his back and held him up against a wall, threatening to break it off if he ever grabbed her again." "I'll have to keep that in mind. She's coming here again tomorrow. Are you planning on coming home early?" "No I'll give you guys some time to get to know each other a little better. You be good to her; she's my best friend and she's already been through enough in her life." "What do you mean by that?" "Never mind; if she wants to tell you she will." Arlene got up, put the chair back under my desk and said good night. When I was all alone I pondered all that she had said. It sounded like Patti had a crush on me at one time. Maybe that was why she had seemed so interested in what I had to say. I could hardly wait until tomorrow. Chapter 3 I spent much of the following day sending out my resume, which was very short on experience, to all of the larger local CPA firms in the area. I hoped that my enthusiasm would make up for my lack of experience. I kept checking the clock, trying to will it to read three o'clock. At about 3:05 I heard the garage door go up. Not wishing to seem overly eager, I walked down the stairs, through the living room, dining room and kitchen and opened the basement door. Patti was at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in her sweats, looking up at me. "Hi. Are you going to work out with me or just watch?" I hadn't given it any thought. If I worked out with her, she'd know how much stronger she was than me and would probably consider me a wimp. I decided that honesty would be better than trying to lie my way through it. "No, I'd just hold you back. To be honest I haven't had much time to work out in the last couple of years. I run in the morning before classes, but I haven't touched any weights since I've been at school. I'll just keep you company, if you don't mind." "No, I'd really like it if you would. It will make the time pass more easily." I went to grab a chair and when I returned with it, I stopped in my tracks. Patti had removed her sweat shirt and was beginning her warm-up exercises. "I hope you don't mind, it seemed a little hot in here." 'You can say that again.' Patti was dressed in a form-fitting tank top that accented her small, yet perfectly round breasts, while putting her broad shoulders and thick upper arms on display. I watched as she cranked out twenty-five pushups, fifty sit-ups, twenty squats -- and another twenty pushups, rolling up into a side extension on each one. "That gets the blood circulating," she quipped. 'Absolutely,' I thought. 'It sure got my blood circulating'. I hoped that my growing erection wasn't too noticeable. We talked as she started doing single-arm curls, her bicep rolling up into a large ball with each one. Then she switched arms and repeated the exercise. I watched, amazed that she was using fifty pounds, knowing that I couldn't do that with two arms. When she was done with that exercise, Patti reclined on the bench and continued with the hand weights, extending her arms out to side then raising them until the weights clanged together overhead. She then slowly let her arms drop down until her arms parallel with the floor. "Bill, could you spot for me? These last few are going to be tough." I stood behind her head, ready to give her a hand if she faltered; all the time staring down at her chest; her white tank top stretched tightly across her chest, accenting her breasts and her extended nipples. When I finally moved my gaze from her chest to her face I realized that she was looking up at me, a broad smile on face. I must have turned scarlet when I realized that not only had she caught me staring at her chest, but that she was well aware of the effect she was having on my now fully-erect cock. "Bill, take the weights, please." "Patti, I'm sorry, I guess my mind wandered off there for a second." "No problem, I understand. Next is the bench press; can you help me add another ten pounds on each side?" "Patti, that's going to be over two hundred pounds, the best I'll be able to do is help you re-rack the bar if you get in trouble." "I know; I'll be careful. I want to go for a new personal best and I need a spotter to do it." We added the weight and I stood behind the bench as she reversed herself and slid below the bar. After several long slow deep breaths, Patti reached up, grabbed the bar and giving me a smile and a wink, lifted the bar off the rack. She allowed the bar to slowly fall until it was just off her chest and then slowly but steadily pushed it upward until her arms were nearly straight then lowered the bar and repeated the exercise four more times. As she reached the top of the move she hissed, "OK, help me." My Life with a Muscular Cheerleader Quickly, I grabbed the bar and guided it back to the rack. Patti got to her feet, her face lit up with her radiant smile as she gushed, "A new personal best, 205! For reps. Yes!" Before I could respond, she reached out and lifted me off my feet and placed me into a bone crushing bear hug. Patti held me tightly to her chest, our faces just inches apart and before either of us realized it we were kissing one another. Putting me down as she turned a bright shade of pink and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I guess I just got a little carried away." "I'm not," I replied, "I been trying since yesterday to figure out a way I could kiss you without getting my face slapped." "All you had to do was ask, Bill. I've had a crush on you since before you left for college. I didn't think you would ever want to be with a girl like me." Feeling braver than I ever felt before while talking to a girl I asked, "Would you like to go out tonight, maybe catch a movie or something?" "Sure, I'll have to ask my parents when they get home; it is a school night, but I'm sure they'll say okay since I'm going to be out with you. I'd better get home and finish my homework before they get home. What time?" "I'll pick you up at 7:00." She leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, turned, picked up her sweatshirt and headed the upstairs. I was a flooded with emotions: lonely as I stood there by myself; elated because I had a date tonight with a beautiful, sexy vivacious girl; nervous because I wanted this to work more than anything I ever wanted before; and horny as hell, the vision of her magnificent body permanently burned into my mind. I showered, shaved, and dressed so I was all ready before my parents got home. Over dinner, I made arrangements with my Dad to borrow his car, telling him that I had a date tonight but not letting on with whom. Glancing over at my sister, I could tell from her smile that she already knew who I was going out with and that she approved. At seven o'clock I backed the car out of the driveway, drove one house over and pulled into the driveway. I was just getting out of the car when, the front door opened and out of the house stepped a red haired beauty. I offered Patti my arm and led her to the passenger door, which I held open as she guided herself onto my front seat. It was hard for me to keep my eyes on the road as we headed to the theater. Patti was just gorgeous; her long wavy red hair framed her face perfectly and highlighted her green eyes and creamy complexion. In a small town like ours, we didn't have much of a selection of movies to see. In fact, the only movie playing was "Star Trek, The Movie". Being a Trekkie, I was more than pleased to see this first movie based upon the characters from the original TV show. I hoped that Patti would enjoy it as well. During the beginning of the movie, I felt Patti's hand tighten around my wrist as she reacted to the somewhat benign scene showing the bridge of the Enterprise and the crew. As the movie progressed she seemed to loosen her grip on my arm and snuggled up closer to me. I placed my arm over her shoulders and pulled her even closer to me and held her tightly. Towards the end of the movie she whispered in my ear, "Do you find her attractive? Do you think she's pretty?" I didn't have to ask who she was referring to; the only woman on the screen was the bald-headed female crewmember whose body was taken-over by the alien. I wasn't sure how to answer her question; worried that if I told her the truth I'd make her mad at me, but not wanting to lie to her. I finally whispered, "Yes, I think she's very pretty, but not as pretty as you." That earned me a smile, a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my thigh. When the movie was over, as we were leaving I made a note of the actress's name; Persis Khambatta and it was no lie, she was extremely beautiful. We started to drive home and, as we approached Poppy's Ice Cream Shop, Patti asked if we could stop for an ice cream soda. Not wishing for our date to ever end, I said sure, as long as she wouldn't get into trouble for staying out late on a school night. "My parents said that I had to be home by 10:30; that gives us plenty of time." We slid into a booth, ordered two chocolate ice cream sodas and talked about the movie and anything else that came to mind. Talking to her was as natural as breathing; before I knew it, it was time to go. I pulled into her driveway, and just before I started to reach for my door handle, Patti gave me long passionate kiss. I felt her tongue invade my mouth and I responded in kind. Then, just as quickly as it started, the kiss ended and she whispered, "Thank you for the best night ever! I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night." 'Wow' was all that came to mind as I backed the car out of her driveway and pulled into mine. I had to adjust my erection before I entered the house, not knowing who I would encounter. Luckily my parents were already in bed. I quickly retreated to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. I just got up to my room and hung up my clothes when I heard the stair squeak. I jumped into bed naked and pulled up the covers just as my sister opened the door. "Hey, don't you know how to knock?" "You don't have anything I haven't seen before," she blurted out, then realizing what she had implied, smiled and quickly changed the subject. "So how did your date go with Patti?" "How do you know I had a date with Patti?" "First of all, we're best friends; we tell each other each other everything. Secondly, who else have you seen in the last three years? And finally, I watched as you pulled out of our driveway and into hers." The smile became a grin. "Well, I think it went very well; I took her to see Star Trek." "You didn't; oh, this just gets better and better." Arlene's grin now grew more thoughtful. "Did she like it?" "She said she did." "Is she coming over tomorrow to lift?" "Yes, that's what she said. Why all the questions?" "No reason; I just wanted to know, that's all." With that she turned and left the room closing the door behind her. Chapter 4 I couldn't wait for my parents to leave for work the next morning. Arlene was already in school and I had some special plans for the morning. I had told Patti that I hadn't done any lifting since I left for school. Now I was curious as to just how badly my strength had deteriorated. I planned on working-out in the morning; hopefully I wasn't too out of shape. My worst fears were realized after I removed one-hundred pounds from the bar and I tried to bench press one-hundred-five. I lowered the bar to my chest and tried to extend my arms, and was barely able to get the bar back to the rack before my arms began to shake. Removing another twenty pounds I was able to do one set of ten before I reached my limit. "Who am I kidding," I said out loud, "it took me three years of regular lifting to get up to one-hundred -and-five pounds and another three years to drop back to eighty-five. I'll never be able to keep up with Patti. She's going to think I'm just a nerdy wimp." Dejected, I turned away from the weights and climbed the stairs heading for my room. I changed into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and sat in my room sulking. After lunch, I went back downstairs and turned on the stereo and planned out what I was going to say to Patti when she arrived. At three o'clock I heard the garage door open and shut as Patti walked down the cellar stairs. I was surprised to see her dressed in a pair of jeans, a man-tailored shirt and a pair of sandals. Her long red hair was styled just as I remembered from the previous evening. "Hi Patti, Aren't you going to lift today?" "Hi Bill. No, I want to talk if you don't mind. I was up all last night thinking about you and me and I want to discuss a couple of things with you." "That's good, because I have a few things that I have to tell you as well." Patti walked over to the stereo and shut it off and then sat next to me on the sofa. We sat for what seemed a long time neither of us speaking; then both of us tried to speak at the same time. After a short laugh, I went first. "Patti, in just the couple of days that I've been home and we've been seeing one another, I've discovered that I'm really beginning to fall for you. You're funny, easy to talk to, fun to be with and, dare I say, sexy beyond words. I think I'm falling in love for the first time in my life. "Bill..." "No; let me finish first. I know I have no right to expect that a girl as beautiful as you could ever fall for a guy like me. I've watched you work out and have been overwhelmed by your strength as well as your beauty. How can I hope to compete with you; I would just embarrass myself if I tried. I'm just a nerdy wimp, who can barely lift eighty-five pounds. "Bill, that's enough," she shouted. "If I wanted to go out with some super-star jock, don't you think I would have? No, I've been down that road before and I discovered that was not what I wanted. I need someone who will love me for who I am; with all my faults and needs. I want someone who is kind, gentle and sensitive. I also need someone who will allow me to be in control and not feel threatened by my dominant personality." I sat there stunned, totally surprised as to the direction our conversation was taking. "Bill, when I first moved here and met you and Arlene, I was a physical and emotion wreck. I was thirteen years old. I had been sick for almost two years and had been thrown out of school for fighting. Your sister came over to our house and befriended me; showed me kindness and understanding that I hadn't experienced in a long time. We soon became inseparable and shared everything. She told me all about you; how smart you were; how loving and helpful and protective you were. When I was here I carefully observed you as the two of you interacted. I would go home afterward and lay in bed wishing that I had a brother just like you." "Soon my body started to change and with that change my emotions changed as well. I grew in height, started to develop up top, and changed almost overnight from a little girl to an immature, emotionally awkward, young woman. I developed a crush on you and tried my hardest for you to notice me. But you never did. To you I was just your little sister's best friend." "Patti, I'm so sorry; I never knew." "That's okay Bill, I understand now. Your sister is almost four years younger than you and you just assumed that I was the same age; that I was just a kid. I'm almost two years older than Arlene. She was one of the youngest in our class and I was older when I started school and lost a year when I moved here after missing a year of school, so I was the oldest." I looked into her eyes and saw the pain that she had contended with and that she had overcome. Now the two-year difference in our ages meant nothing. "Bill, there's one more thing I have to tell you and show you before our relationship goes any further. When I was eleven years old I started getting sick. At first my parents thought it was just one of the childhood diseases. I started getting fevers and body aches like the flu. They took me several times to the doctor. He prescribed some antibiotics and told us that all I needed was bed rest and that it would pass. I didn't get any better and soon the fevers became more severe. Worst of all my hair started falling out. They took me to a hospital in Chicago where they ran me through a series of tests. Their diagnosis was I had Alopecia, an auto-immune disorder which causes the body to attack the hair follicles and destroy them. In most cases the symptoms are sporadic and eventually disappear. I wasn't that lucky. I suffered a rare form of the disease called Alopecia Universalis. My immune system attacked the follicles on my entire body and destroyed them completely and permanently. I was out of school for almost a year, and when I tried to come back I experienced the ugly side of human behavior. The kids in my school made fun of me, pulled off my wig, teased me and called me names. I lashed out the only way I knew, and began getting into fights nearly every day. My parents decided that rather than try to fight, it would be best if we all just moved to a place where I could start over." "I learned how to conceal my condition, and had a chance to get people to know me before they found out about it. When they did, it didn't seem to matter anymore." We were still sitting next to each other on the sofa. Patti moved closer to me and took my hands into hers. "Look closely at my eyes. Do you see anything unusual?" I looked into those bright green eyes and was about to say no, when suddenly she closed her eyes and I saw what she wanted me to see. Patti had no eye lashes or brows. Through the clever use of makeup she had transformed the area around her eyes into what the casual observer expected to see, and therefore didn't notice that it was all an illusion. She released my hands and reached up to her head. "I wish that this was just as easy to conceal." She slipped her fingers up under her hairline and lifted her long wavy red hair completely off her head and placed it on the cushion behind her. I was startled to see that she was completely bald. Her head was smooth and shiny just like the woman from the Star Trek movie. Surprisingly, however, her baldness did nothing to diminish her beauty. In fact -- just like the woman in the movie -- it seemed to give her an exotic beauty that was totally captivating. I was speechless; she took that as disapproval and I saw the hurt in her eyes as she started to move away from me. Before she was out of reach, I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a long emotion filled embrace. I could feel the little tremors as she began to cry tears of relief and joy as she realized that her baldness meant nothing to me. We kissed for while, I felt her strong arms encompass my body; I never felt so loved. When she finally ended our embrace, she smiled, wiped away a tear or two that clung to her cheeks. "Thank you, Bill; you have no idea what your acceptance means to me." We sat for a few more minutes in silence and then she said, "You know it does have some advantages; I never have to shave my legs, or my arm pits. I never have a bad hair day and, because I have several wigs, I can change my look in a few minutes rather than waiting for my hair to grow out like normal girls." Patti got quiet again, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something. Then, she stood, took my hands in hers, and leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I have one more thing I have to show you; come on, lets go up to your room." Patti took me by the hand and, without waiting for my reply, practically dragged me up the cellar steps. I half expected her to throw me over her shoulder as we headed through the kitchen, dining room and living room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Once there she closed the door behind us, and stood next to the bed. "We don't have a lot of time; your parents will be home in a couple of hours and so will mine." "What about my sister?" "I told her to call me at home at five; if she didn't get an answer she should hang around and plan on getting home about six. Don't be surprised; just like Arlene told you, we tell each other everything." She pulled down the bedspread and pulled down the covers; turned and stood facing me as she began to unbutton her shirt. I was standing at the foot of the bed, still fully clothed, too nervous to move. "Unless of course you don't want to," she said as she finished unbuttoning her sleeves and slipping the shirt off her shoulders. There, right in front of me, was the first set of tits that I had ever seen other than in a magazine. She looked so beautiful, her skin was creamy white, her breasts sat high on her chest, they were round half- globes, a little more than a handful, topped with dark pink nipples which extended out about a half an inch. All I could think about was feeling, sucking and nibbling on her tits as I lifted my shirt over my head and began to undue my belt. "That's better," she said with a laugh. "But... leave your shorts on; I'll take those off when I'm ready." She peeled off her jeans and stood before me in just a pair of cotton panties. For a long moment neither of us moved. She took my hand in hers and guided them up onto her tits. "Patti, I've never..." "I know. Don't worry, I'll teach you. And what I don't know we'll discover together." I was shaking as I gently fondled her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples and then felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled it towards her chest. "Suck on my tits, I love that. That's it, now the other one. Bite gently on the nipple." I followed her instructions and soon was rewarded for my efforts with the sound of soft moans as she ran her hands over my shoulders and back. My cock was straining to escape the confines of my shorts and I began rubbing my crotch up against her thigh. "I think I'd better do something for that little guy in your shorts before he explodes," she whispered as she forced me back a step and sunk down to her knees in front of me. She grasped the bulge in my shorts and squeezed. Looking up at me she said, "I take that back; he's not so little." She placed her hands on either side of my waist and grasping the waistband of my shorts pulled them down past my knees. My cock sprang up and was pointing directly at her face. Then she did something that I will never forget for as long as I live. Patti opened her mouth, and with her eyes looking directly into mine, she leaned forward and engulfed my cock. The feeling was indescribable. I watched her move up and down taking most of my six-plus inches into her mouth and then pulling back, her eyes still holding mine, until only the tip remained inside. I felt her tongue twirl around the head, sending jolts of pleasure up into my brain. Closing my eyes I let the feeling wash over me, experiencing pleasure I had never felt before. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm rocketing to the point of eruption. "Patti, stop, let me out I'm going to cum, stop." She didn't stop, instead I felt two powerful hands grab my ass and pull me deeper into her mouth. My hands grabbed the back of her head as I exploded deep within her. I could feel the back of her throat constrict as if she were trying to swallow my cock. Spurt after spurt came forth. My whole body shook and I felt as if I was being turned inside out. When I finally opened my eyes, she was still looking up at me, and her hand was wrapped around my still- throbbing cock as her tongue captured the last of my cum. Patti sat back and smiled up at me. "How was your first blow job? Did you enjoy it?" "Do you even have to ask; I've never felt anything close to that before." I said helping her to her feet. I pulled her head down and kissed her hard, my tongue swirled around inside her mouth, capturing the remnants of my first cum with a woman. "Now, it's my turn," I said. "I get to unwrap my surprise." "I was hoping you'd say that," Patti exclaimed. "But, just for now, you can look but don't touch." Pouting and feigning hurt, I sank to my knees in front of her and pulled down her panties allowing her to step out of them before looking up at her. Her pussy was completely hairless, as was the rest of her body. It was puffy and pink on the sides. Near the top at the center was a button of flesh, peeking out from under a hood of skin. "Here's your next anatomy lesson." Patti's deft fingers traced the features of her private place while she described what she was touching -- and I was seeing for the first time. "These are my outer lips; they are puffy now because I'm sexually aroused. They like to be massaged and licked." Holding herself open, revealing the moist darker pink middle she continued: "These are my inner lips; they too, like to be licked. This is the entrance to my pussy; you can stick all sorts of things into it, but I prefer cocks, tongues and fingers. And finally, up here under this hood of skin, is my clit; it's extremely sensitive, you can give me a great deal of pleasure or you can cause me to suffer pain, so you must be gentle most of the time when you lick or suck on it, or massage it with your fingers." My Life with a Muscular Cheerleader When she was finished she stepped around me and climbed up onto the center of the bed. She lay on her back with her legs bent at the knee and spread wide. I didn't need a written invitation. I circled around to the foot of the bed and slowly crawled between her legs until I was on my knees with my face just above her pussy. With my lesson still fresh in my mind, I began to slowly run my tongue up the length of one side and then the other carefully avoiding contact with her clit. I could feel the heat emanating from her and smell the heady aroma of her passion. I could see moisture dripping out from between her lips. I parted her lips and ran my tongue up her center. Her juices tasted tangy, perhaps a little acidic, but none-the-less pleasing in my mind. The more I licked the wetter she got and the louder her moans became. Getting more sure-of-myself, I pressed my open mouth over her and pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. I felt her legs move and her feet come to rest on my ass as her back arched up off the bed. "Oh God, that's so good, I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop." It was like music to my ears, I couldn't believe how much pleasure I was feeling by giving her pleasure. I don't know where the thought came from, but I knew that it was time to change. I pulled my tongue out of her and moved my mouth upwards until I was covering her clit. Applying gentle suction and circling it with my tongue, I sent her over the edge. Simultaneously, her feet dropped to the mattress, her hands grabbed at the back of my head, and her ass flew up off the bed. I hung on, maintaining contact as her body began to convulse and she cried out, "Billlll-eeee" And then she fell back on to the bed, totally exhausted. After several minutes she lifted her head and pulled me up onto her chest. Patti wrapped her big strong arms around me and held me tightly against her. I could still feel her heart pounding in her chest. "Bill, I have never cum so hard and for so long with anyone before. Let me rest for a few minutes before we continue." I was more than happy to oblige; I've never felt so good, so safe, so loved as I did at that moment. We must have fallen asleep because, when my eyes opened and glanced at the clock on my nightstand it was almost five o'clock. I looked back at my beautiful lover and watched her as she slept. Now that I was awake, I could feel the movement of her breathing, I could see her chest rise and fall, and her exquisite breasts were just within the reach of my tongue. I began to gently stroke her nipple, feeling it begin to expand. With each beat of my heart I could feel my erection throbbing back to life. I must have been in the perfect position, because I could feel the head of my cock slowly enter between her hot moist lips. "Hmmm, you've already started without me." I could feel her hips beginning to move as she maneuvered herself into a better position. Suddenly it felt like I was being Hoovered right into her. I could feel suction all along my erection. The expression on my face must have registered my surprise. "Special exercises I read about in a book on sex. I guess they work." Soon I was fully engulfed within her. The feeling was incredible. Nature and instinct took over and I began to slowly but steadily move in and out of her. I looked down into her eyes as I supported the upper half of my body on my arms. Patti had a serene look on her face as her eyes closed. I could hear tiny moans of passion escaping her lips as I began to increase the tempo of my thrusts. "Oh Bill, I'm cumming again. Don't stop, don't stop." I felt her shudder below me and than her body tensed and her legs wrapped themselves over mine. I buried my cock to the hilt and felt her pussy rhythmically throbbing as if it was trying to milk me. It was an amazing feeling. Patti reached up, pulling me down into a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Now it's your turn." Before I knew what was happening I felt her arms wrap around me, holding me tightly as she turned over taking me with her. Now she was on top, my cock still buried deep inside her. Slowly at first she began to move her hips up and down, her pussy lips clinging to my rock hard cock. She moved up and down my entire length. Occasionally she would change her movements, grinding down on me in a circular motion. There was no doubt as to who was in charge. Patti controlled the tempo; I was the one who was getting fucked and we both knew it. I reached up and began to twist and pull on her nipples. I was rewarded for my efforts with a loud moan as she quickened her movements. "Bite them; suck hard on them. I love that." I was happy to oblige her wishes. She could have asked me to do anything and I would have jumped at the chance. I was quickly approaching the point of no return, when my mid-western up bringing took over, "Patti, are you protected?" "Yes. Don't you worry; just enjoy." Taking my hands in hers she pinned them to the mattress and road me hard. "Oh, Patti, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Just as I started to pump my load into her I felt her whole body shudder as she pressed herself down hard over me. We held that position for several minutes, enjoying the sensations of our bodies becoming as one. She released my arms and gently began kissing me. "I love you, Bill; I have always loved you. Thank you for the happiest day of my life." "I love you, too. I never knew anything could feel this good. I don't want it to ever end." I glanced over at the clock, which read a quarter to six. "We'd better get dressed; my parents will be home soon." We dressed quickly, straightened out the bed and opened the windows to freshen up the room; then went back down to the basement. Patti was just making the final adjustments to her makeup and wig when we heard the garage door open. Less than a minute later, Arlene peered around the staircase wall. "Hi, guys; did you have a good time today? Patti, I just saw your Mom pull in the driveway." Without waiting for an answer she turned and climbed the stairs. Patti and I looked at each other. I guess the panic I was feeling was etched on my face. "Don't worry," she said, "Arlene would never say anything to your parents. I told you we tell each other everything so I know she approves of us getting together, and besides I have way too much dirt on her for her to ever think about ratting you out." "What kind of dirt?" I naively asked. Patti bent over gave me a kiss, turned and headed for the staircase. "How do you think I learned about sex. Arlene and I did a lot of experimenting when we were growing up." She laughed as she climbed the stairs. "See you tomorrow after school. We can work out again; make sure you get plenty of rest." Chapter 5 Dinner that night was very strange. The four of us sat at the table having normal conversations, but all the while Arlene and I were sharing our secrets with knowing looks, smiles and facial and hand gestures. After dinner, I went up to my room as Arlene announced that she was going to call Patti on the phone in her room. My parents thought nothing was out of the ordinary, we had done this many nights before I left for school. About an hour later I heard the stair squeak and knew instantly that Arlene was coming to my room. "Hi stud; I hear you two had a really good time today. I'm a little jealous." "Normally I would never even acknowledge it, but knowing that she's probably already told you everything that we did, all I'll say is that I've never met anyone like her and that I'm totally in love with her." "I'm glad, because she feels the same way. She also told me that she more or less told you about us as well. We did a lot of experimenting when we were growing up. Most of it was done during our sleep-overs; sometimes while you were babysitting for us. We used to talk a lot about you, Patti wishing that she could get up the nerve to have you join us. In those days we had never seen a naked boy before. I offered to ask you several times but she always said no." This was more than I wanted to hear. I could feel my erection starting to grow. "Arlene, that's a little too much information for me. After all, I am your brother. I assume, based upon your attitude about sex, that you are no longer a virgin. Please be careful; I don't want you to get pregnant." "No, I'm not a virgin anymore; and yes, I'm very careful. In fact, Mom allowed me to go on the pill last year. I guess she knew that being a cheerleader and having the house to myself after school that it was futile to try to prevent me from being sexually active. Speaking of that, I know you guys only have tomorrow to be alone, so I won't come home until six." "Thanks, Sis. Patti is coming over to work-out after school and hopefully we'll get some other exercise in as well." "You animal, you! A girl lets you get into her pants once and you think you can get it anytime you want!" she said laughing as she got up off my desk chair. "You just better be careful." "Patti told me she was protected from getting pregnant, so what should I be careful about?" "I wasn't talking about her getting pregnant. I'm just trying to warn you that she can get carried away sometimes and forget just how strong she is. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." On that note, she left my room, pulling the door shut behind her. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I kept thinking about what my sister said and fantasizing about Patti. __________________ The next day was spent completing a bunch of errands for my parents. I made sure I was finished well before Patti got home from school. By three o'clock I was dressed in my old workout clothes and was adjusting the amount of weight on the bar when I heard the garage door open and close. Patti, dressed in her workout sweats, came bounding down the stairs. I was disappointed that she was wearing her sweats and baseball cap, but after giving me a toe-curling kiss, Patti peeled off her sweats revealing her sports bra and gym shorts. It was going to be very difficult to keep my mind on what we were doing. "Well, come on; let's do some stretches to limber up before we start with the weights. You've got a lot of work to do if you want to get that body of yours back in tip-top shape." Patti put me through a series of exercises that seemed to me like a full fledged work out, but to her was just a warm up. When we were done she put me on the bench and watched me as I struggled through my first set at eighty pounds. She had me rest for a few minutes and then, after adjusting my grip on the bar, guided me through my second set. "That's it, Bill. Push it out; you can do it, one more. Good." On my third set, I completed ten reps, and then needed her help to re-rack the bar. "Good job, Bill" she said sounding absolutely sincere in her complement of my effort. I on the other hand was extremely disappointed in my effort. I had lost some strength during my time away at school and felt that I must be a wimp in her eyes. "Hey don't look disappointed. You did pretty good for your first time. Remember it's going to take time to get back into shape. You don't think I started out lifted the amount of weight that I do; it took me a long time and a lot of hard work to get this strong. You work on your one arm curls while I adjust the weights on the bench." I watched as she slipped two additional twenty-five pound plates on each side and tightened the clamp. She eased herself down onto the bench, grabbed the bar, pushed it up off the rack, and held it for a moment before slowing lowering it to her chest. The muscles in her arms, shoulders and chest seemed to pop as she pushed the bar up and down smoothly for twelve reps before re-racking it. I was standing on the side doing twenty pound curls, alternating between arms. By the end of my first set I could feel the blood expanding my bicep and, at the same time, felt my erection expanding as well. As I watched her do her second and third sets, my erection was hard as a rock and tenting out my shorts. Embarrassed, I turned away trying to hide my arousal from her gaze. "Bill, don't be embarrassed; I like the fact that you are turned on by my strength. I built my body partly because I wanted to impress you. Let's do a few more exercises and then we can have some fun." Patti showed me several other exercises I could do to build up my arms and shoulders. I would do them while she did her one arm curls. Her biceps bulged as she lifted the fifty-pound weights first with her right arm, and then with her left. We worked out for about an hour, and then Patti said, "Great. That's great for your first workout. I have one more exercise in mind. I want you to take off your shirt and shorts and lay down on the bench." While I was removing my clothes, Patti removed all but ten pounds from the bar. Then I lay down in bench-press position. "I want you to close your eyes and start slowly doing your first set." I did as she asked; the weight was very light so the exercise was easy. After the tenth rep, I sensed that she was standing over me. I was about to open my eyes when she said, "Keep your eyes closed and keep doing what you're doing." I obeyed without question and suddenly felt her hand take hold of my erect cock guiding it to the entrance to her already moist pussy. Slowly, I felt myself being engulfed again by her moist heat until she had all of me inside her. She paused until I had the weight down to my chest then, as I pushed up on the bar she lifted up the length of my cock. Up and down she traveled on my cock in time with the movement of the weight. "It feels good doesn't it? I'll do this as long as you continue lifting. When you stop, I'll stop." I lost count as to the number of reps; the only thing on my mind was the pure bliss I was feeling. After a time the bar started to get heavier. I was beginning to labor, and at the same time was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I could hear Patti's breathing becoming more erratic. My arms were beginning to tremble as I strained to bring the weight up one more time. At the apex of the move I felt Patti lean forward guiding the bar back onto the rack. At the same time, she clamped down onto my over stimulated cock sending us both over the edge, our bodies convulsing in our mutual orgasm. "Oh Bill, that was wonderful. I must have cum a half dozen times before that last one. Let's get dressed and go back to my house to shower. It's Friday night; my parents always meet and have dinner and go to a movie on Friday night. We'll have the house all to ourselves. I want to show you my room and try a few other things before you have to go back to school." We both dressed as quickly as possible. I left a note for my parents tell them that I was going to be having dinner with Patti and that I would be home late. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and we headed to her house. First we showered, each washing the other. I marveled as Patti tensed each muscle group as I ran my soapy hands over her marvelous body. She took extra time to carefully and thoroughly wash and massage my ever-hard erection. Upstairs in her room, we made love several times experimenting with various positions, mutual masturbation and oral sex. I loved them all, but my favorite was with her on top riding me, dominating me, my hands and mouth all over her beautiful perfectly-round breasts. It was after ten when I finally staggered back to my house. My parents were already in bed, reading. I wished them a good night, and after a quick shower I climbed the stairs, more than ready for a good night's sleep. I turned on the light and was startled by my sister, sitting patiently at my desk. "It's about time, I couldn't wait another minute; how was your "date" tonight?" "Sis, for Pete's sake stop it. I'm not going to tell you about tonight. If you want to find out you're going to have to talk to Patti. All I will say is, if I die in my sleep tonight I will go to heaven a very contented man." "Oh, we already talked. You've made her a very happy camper. I only hope that I find the man of my dreams like she did." I asked her to shut the light and close the door behind her. As I lay in bed, thinking about Patti, I came to the conclusion that I could very easily spend the rest of my life with her by my side. Chapter 6 Patti and I spent all day together on Saturday. I had dinner at her house with her parents and told them all about my last three years at school. I'm sure they could tell that the two of us were very much in love. Patti joined my family for Sunday dinner and after dinner Patti and I went for a walk. We found an empty bench in the park and enjoyed the late afternoon sun. "Bill, I know you have to go back to school but I'm not sure I can take being apart for the next couple of months. These last several days have been the happiest days of my life." "I don't want this to end either, but it will only be until graduation in May. After that I plan to come back here. Hopefully I can land a position with one of the local accounting firms in the area, and then we can make plans for the future. What are your plans after high school? Are you going on to college?" "Bill, I'm not going to college. I want to go to beauty school and be a cosmetologist. I'd like to get a job, work for a couple of years, and then maybe open my own shop. I want to be my own boss." "What kind of shop?" "I'm not sure yet; maybe a nail salon, a beauty salon, or maybe even a barber shop. I'll decide once I get through the schooling." "What made you decide on beauty school?" "I've never been a really good student; my grades were average at best. Since I lost my hair, I've been more conscious of how other people style theirs. A year ago I started looking into going into the business. I think I can do pretty well for myself." "I'm sure you'll be great at anything you choose." We kissed and held each other until just before dark. Then it was time for us to get back home. I picked up my bag, said goodbye to my parents and, Patti drove me to the airport. We had a tearful goodbye as she dropped me off in front of the terminal. I got out of the car, opened the back door and pulled my bag out of the back seat. As I turned to put my bag on the curb, I was pulled up off of my feet into a bone-crushing embrace. "You behave yourself; no wild parties. I'll be here, waiting for you when you get back." With that she kissed me long and hard, virtually taking my breath away. I could feel the blood pulsing into my growing erection and feel her heart pounding in rhythm with mine. "That's a little something for your flight back. Miss me!" With a tear running down her cheek, Patti turned and ran around to the drivers' side, blew me a kiss, and drove off. Traveling late at night, I was able to get some sleep, making it back in time to wake up my roommates in time to catch up on our experiences over the past week before morning classes. "So how was it Dave? Did you and Joey have a good time in Florida?" "Bill, it was fantastic. We'd get up, walk down to the beach, catch some rays, watch the chicks catching some rays, drink some beer, get together with a group of guys, crash some party, get drunk, sleep where-ever, and then start all over again. The girls were beautiful and ready to party." "Sounds like you had a great time. Did you guys meet anybody special?" "Nah, but we had a great time. How was your break; do anything exciting back home?" "Gentlemen, I met the girl of my dreams; the one I plan to be with for the rest of my life." "Whoa, dude; slow down. Who is she; how'd you meet her; what's she look like?" "She's my kid sister's best friend. I've actually known her for a long time. She's tall, beautiful, playful and sexy as hell."