My Life With a Muscular Cheerleader
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, First, Oral Sex,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A college senior comes home on spring break and finds the girl of his dreams.
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.'