By JimP based on the real-life memories of Jerry.

Let me tell you about a woman that I went to college with. I was 16 years old when I first met Joan and she was the same age. It was the first day of college and I was a bit apprehensive. This was completely different to school and I didn’t know anyone or knew my way around. After the introductory sessions and meeting with my tutor, I managed to find my way to the lecture theatre for my first lecture. Finding somewhere to sit at the rear of the room, I waited while the other students continued to come in.

Suddenly I heard this thud, thud, thud and felt the vibrations coming up through the soles of my feet from the floorboards. Looking up, I saw this really big young woman coming towards me and take the seat on the end, next to me. She had a dark complexion, her skin a warm walnut brown and I guessed from her appearance that she was Indian. There had been a few Asian kids at my school, even out here where it was largely rural but the girls had been petite slender dainty and feminine. This young woman however was big and hefty. I remembered seeing her at the meeting with my tutor and failed to recall her name. As I didn’t know anyone, I thought I’d make the effort to be polite and introduce myself. “Hi, I’m Jerry. We’re in the same tutor group” I said hoping to jog her memory as I turned in my seat to address her. Unfriendly dark sultry eyes fixed me as she replied. “Joan” she was all she said in soft but deep voice thick with an Indian accent. She gave me a tough look that made me feel uneasy then look away towards the front of the theatre.

Her curtness unnerved me. Although she had made herself look tough when she had spoken to me, she actually didn’t seem that bad looking for someone so well-built. She had dark sultry looks with long black hair that fell way past her broad shoulders down to a voluminous bust. Her face was long but narrow with a square jaw, a long prominent nose, a medium sized mouth with full lips and dark smouldering eyes that burned into my soul whenever she looked at me, surrounded by thick long natural lashes. I think it was those eyes that made me try again. Maybe she was just shy like me at being in these unfamiliar surroundings?

“That’s er not a very Indian sounding name” I remarked tentatively. “No, it isn’t” was her abrupt reply. She clearly wasn’t talkative and to be honest I was would have lost complete interest in her at that point. I was only trying to be friendly, if she can’t be bothered to be nice then sod her. I continued to sit there as the final few stragglers made their way to their seats and settled down while the lecturer introduced himself and outlined what he hoped to teach us over the coming semester.

My eyes kept looking to the young woman next to me, drawn by the closeness of her thick sleeved arm to mine which seemed scrawny in comparison. That’s when I noticed that she seemed to be wearing a very large man’s long sleeve shirt. Rather than being baggy on her, it was incredibly well filled out. Somehow it didn’t seem like she was overweight but somehow sturdy. This impression was reinforced by a thick strong looking neck and deep sloping traps.

Below a very thick waist she wore a very tight brown skirt that came down just pass her knees. On her feet she wore what looked like canvas flats. Although my initial reaction was that she was very big and heavy, as I sat next to her I realised that she was no taller than most Indian girls, probably only 5 foot 4 and I found out later that she weighed 230-240 pounds.

That’s when I caught sight of her calves and when my eyes almost popped out of my head. I had expected the short but hefty girl to have big smooth calves like you see on some overweight women, big and shapeless unappealing stumps like tree trunks. Well Joan’s calves weren’t big, they were huge. They were the largest calves that I have ever set eyes on, then or now.

Over the last couple of years, I had discovered that I had quite a thing for girls with muscular legs especially their calves. It had all started one evening while queuing up at the cinema. There was this pretty little blonde in the queue up ahead. She seemed a bit younger than me but I just couldn’t stop staring at her legs for she had the most shiniest and well-developed calves that I had ever seen up until that point. I had never realised before then how beautiful and sexy a girl’s calves looked if they were muscular, well-defined and shining with healthy muscle tone. The young blonde was wearing a very short skirt that also showed off incredibly thick strong shapely legs. In fact they looked potently powerful with the muscles beneath her lovely smooth skin bulging with every move she made.

“That’s Jackie Priest” a friend of my mate who was with us said. “Goes to my school; She’s a gymnast” he added. The way the muscle moved under her skin was hypnotic. “Saw her beat up her brother once. He’s our age, she’s a couple of years younger” he said in hushed tones. “Heard that she scissored one of the teachers too; destroyed him with those muscular legs of hers”. I couldn’t believe that such a cute looking girl could be so tough but those shapely legs of hers did look powerfully strong. That image was so potent that gave me some extremely wet dreams for many weeks afterwards.

From that moment on, I was hooked and found myself looking at the backs of women’s legs as they walked by in the hope of catching sight of some shapely feminine muscle. Although I saw a fair number of nice looking calves, I never saw one who matched up to and turned me on as much as that pretty blonde’s until now. For Joan’s calves were truly enormous. The thing that struck me like a thunderbolt was how hard and powerful they looked and certainly not the calves of an overweight woman. Her feet looked wide and very strong to begin with. Each of her thick ankles angled up steeply on either side to an absolutely huge mass of solid calve muscle.

The view of the outside of her lower leg was incredibly shapely with the thickest semi-peardrop shape that I’d ever seen. They were incredibly feminine and very alluring but the view from the rear was one of sheer power that got my dick very stiff indeed, for they looked absolutely humongous. Each was a thick wide dense mass of muscle. A double diamond edged thick slab adorned each leg, amazingly thick edged and sharp. They were the most cut calves that I have ever seen on anybody. Her dark skin and the muscle tone just made them shine alluringly.

I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that those diamonds must have flared out a good 2.5 inches presenting a thick wide shelf of unbelievable muscle. And to think that she was only 16! I couldn’t concentrate at all on the lecture; her awesome calves were too much of a distraction. I just couldn’t stop myself from looking. She caught me staring a few times but didn’t say anything but fixed me with those smouldering dark eyes and gave me a tough smile. It wasn’t a warm smile but a sort of confident smirk that she knew the effect that those calves were having on me. The stiff bulge in the front of my trousers would have made that obvious.

I then checked out her skirt-covered thighs. As she sat next to me, the height and width of her thighs made them seem huge beneath her skirt. They seemed very firm and I was convinced that they probably were as hugely muscled as her calves. I became even more certain at the end of the lecture when following her from to the canteen. I swear that I could see a lot of muscle movement going on inside that skirt when she walked. So much so, that I had to make a visit to the boy’s room to relieve myself.

The next morning I got to my tutor group room and found myself there alone with Joan but I was quite shy of approaching her. Eventually I managed to pluck up some courage and managed some small talk. She still didn’t keen to talk but at least I found out her full name which was quite difficult to pronounce and decided to keep calling her Joan which she preferred anyway. During that meeting I kept staring at that the very large shirt which covered her bulky upper body. It was undoubtedly solidly filled and it boggled my mind that her upper body could be as powerfully muscled as her legs. All the signs were that it was. Her shoulders were very broad and thick, and although she had a thick blockish waist, her torso noticeably tapered up to her shoulders like a short squat inverted triangle. There was also a lot of movement under that shirt that definitely gave the impression of strength rather than fat. How could an Indian girl be so strongly built? Those I knew at school were never into physical exercise let alone building up muscle and I got the impression that such things would be strongly frowned upon by their strict families. Indian girls were expected to be feminine and demure.

I’m not one of those guys who can chat up a girl without getting to know her first so it was during that first year that we did a lot of small talk but not much else. In truth, I was in awe of her and that tough attitude and powerful appearance was more than a bit scary. Not that I didn’t try and subtly find out more about her. “Are you into sports?” I asked one day. “No” was her curt reply. She really wasn’t that talkative but I think she knew that I enjoyed looking at her mighty calves. Actually I also liked to watch her strong powerful looking figure.

Each day she would always sit next to me during lectures listening to and watching the lecturer while lifting her heels slowly up and down behind the row of seats in front of us. This caused those big split calves to pump up into huge solid looking balls of powerful muscle. Big and shining with her light brown skin highlighting the toned muscle. She would make it seem like she was doing this absent-mindedly but every once in a while she would look over at me, catching me staring, with a tough “Do you want to make something of it” smile on her face. There was little doubt that she knew full well the effect that her big muscular calves were having on me. Just sitting next to her watching those insanely powerful calves continually flex from large fleshy balls into a huge solid mass of muscle, almost constantly through each and every lecture, not only made it very difficult for me to concentrate but gave me a seemingly permanent erection.

Within just a few minutes of sitting next to her, an inevitable stiffness would creep along my dick and my balls would tighten. It was a hard rigidity that I could not control, no matter how much I tried. Sitting next to Joan would get me an absolutely huge boner, absolutely guaranteed and being a young man that was something that I always looked forward to. It was like a drug that I was addicted to and I just couldn’t get enough of it. But there was a downside. Three hours of visual stimulation in a row would leave me with a huge aching boner pressing painfully inside my pants and the front of my trousers with the pressure within my balls ready to shoot at any moment. I desperately resisted the urge to rub and the end of each session would see me rushing to the toilets praying for an empty cubicle. There I found relief, releasing the pent-up emotion of watching those calves that just drove my dick solid. There was little doubt that she knew the effect that her insanely huge calves had on me, and loved teasing me with it.

Let me tell something, for real, and this is really embarrassing so keep it to yourself. During term time, I never went home with a dry pair of pants. Night times too, for those huge calves would invade my dreams causing me to wank myself stupid until I fell asleep exhausted.

You’re probably thinking why I didn’t try to chat her up. I wished I could have but I’m not that kind of guy. I’m more of the shy studious type rather than the brash loud-mouthed self-confident type who gets all the girls. Besides Joan’s tough stares and bulk were quite chilling. She also wasn’t very talkative, which on the occasions that I plucked up the courage to speak with her was very discouraging. Yet she would still tease me with those calves which must count for something. Every day during term, I would get my own private sexy show as Joan displayed those calves off to me. In case you haven’t got it by now Joan’s calves were really spectacular thick, steel-hard and powerfully built. Sometimes she would prop her feet up against the back of the bench in front, giving a hard glare if the person in that seat looked around to object. Then pressing her toes against the back of the bench, she would raise her ankles so that her mighty calves would explode into fearsome bulging slabs of pure musculature. Each sported two thick powerful diamonds that were was deep and jagged hard, butting up against each other with a sexy deep cleft. On occasions like those, I never lasted until the end of the lecture and had to rush out before I embarrassed myself.

It wasn’t just me who noticed. On many occasions I’ve followed her as she climbed the stairs. She moved with a deliberate slow pace, refusing to be rushed. Lifting her heels so that she went on her toes as she climbed each step, those mighty calves would explode with sheer power. Guys and girls alike would make remarks about those awesome muscular calves. The girls were bitchy calling her a freak but never within earshot. Some of the guys agreed with them but I think they felt that this young Asian woman was somehow a threat to their masculinity. But there was more than just me on the stairs behind her with a big whopper in his trousers. She certainly must have known the effect that she was having on them and loved it.

As time went on I noticed that she was often alone with no female friends. I also noticed that other guys, especially the macho ones, stayed clear of her, like somehow they knew better then to mess with her. Although she was bulky and tough enough, I never saw her throw her weight around. So what happened one day took me completely by surprise. There was this Asian lad, Gurjit Singh, a tall rangy youth who did nothing but sneer and make nasty comments about the white kids and how stupid the English were. He was always putting Britain down and calling us things like the ‘great white oppressors’ and acting like we all owed him some big apology for things done in the long forgotten past.

Not that Joan escaped his ire. I saw him on several occasions making what were obviously snide remarks to his mates as she walked past. One break time in the common room he had a real go at her, getting really worked up and angry. She just stood there calmly ignoring him until he suddenly seized her around the throat with his large hands, looming over her as he spat out his words with a crazed sneer upon his face.

Suddenly Joan’s hands went to her neck and just ripped off his big hands and pulled his arms wide apart. The tall guy was pulled chest to chest, arm to arm with the smaller Asian girl. Bending her forearms vertical, she forced him to do likewise as she clasped his hands. Even though she wore a man’s shirt, the sleeves became very tight as large solid looking shapes swelled beneath. Gurjit was clearly shocked that he was unable to move her arms. Joan didn’t say a word, just gave him a tough look. She then angled her forearms away from vertical moving them forwards towards the floor by perhaps 30 degrees. The tall guy seemed to fold at his knees, his face twisted and contorted as he did this weird twisting corkscrew dance as he got lower towards the ground.