My first muscle girl

Chapter 1

My name is Kennedy, and I want to tell the story of how I`ve met this girl.
My family was very normal, there was me at 11 years old, my brother, Zack with 15 years old,
my mom, Susan, and my dad, Paul.

So, it all begins when we moved for a new house. The neighborhood was very quiet, and
nobody showed up to help us because was very early in the morning and everyone was leaving
to their jobs or was in home still sleeping.
It was still in the middle of my summer vacation. I was out there helping carrying some boxes
from outside of the truck when I saw my dad talking to a young girl. Yes, I was curious about
what they were talking, so I still carrying a box went by then and my dad called me “Ken! Come
over here to meet our neighbor Claire. She is a very kind young lady who offered some help.”

I still didn`t said nothing, but my dad continued “Claire, this is my son Kennedy. I hope that you
two help each other. But don`t work too much on these boxes.”

He leaves me and her alone and goes inside the house. I didn`t had the time to talk to her, I was
very shy with girls by the way, but when my dad went out she was already looking at me smiling
and reaching out for me saying
“Nice to meet you, Ken!”

I looked at her better and realized that she had a pretty face, her hair was dark, it was tied in a
ponytail and she had a very nice smile. She was wearing a shirt, looking like a boy, and a little
baggy shorts.

I squeezed her hand and she seemed to be quite energetic as she squeezed it with a certain
strength that I didn`t know girls had. After all, I always thought they were more fragile.

Soon after we went inside, I was still carrying a box and she kept talking about the
neighborhood and her parents. When we entered, we came face to face with my brother Zack.
Claire stopped talking for a minute and he greeted her and went out to get more things from the
truck.

She asked me "Is it your brother?" I said, "Yes, he's 15 years old."

She just said "Cool" and continued to follow me into the kitchen.

I left the box on the counter and asked, "How old are you?" she tell "I'm eleven!And you?" "I'm
eleven too." I noticed she was only a little shorter than I was in height, and since I was in need
of a pair of scissors that was on the top of the cabinet, I asked her to pick it up for me. When
she turned her back and stood on tiptoe to reach the closet door, I could see her calves and I
was frightened. I thought girls did not have big calves like that, and they looked, well, muscular
for a girl. I was mesmerized by the outline of that girl's calves, they seemed to have a deep cut
in the middle of them, and a great mass of muscle in a diamond shaped out of those legs that I
could not think of anything else. It was the first time I saw something of that size in one person
and when she finished picking up the scissors I ordered and handed it to me, I had my mouth
open and my eyes lost.

She said "Are you okay? You look strange." I said, "No, it's okay, I was just thinking about
something else." And I asked, "You said your parents work with what?" She "They are lawyers,
the two work a lot and I stay at home during the holidays with the babysitter only, but I like it, so
I have time to do whatever I want at home.I actually should practice my gym more, I do not feel
like doing all those repetitions. " I asked "Gymnastics? Are you a gymnast?"

She opened a smile that I was now finding more beaultiful and said, "I've been doing it since I
was 6!" I could only say "Wow!" But she already tried to ask me, "And you? Are you doing
something?" I involuntarily lowered my head and said "No." I did not want to sound like I was
embarrassed, but she already replied by saying, "It's okay, it's nothing special, and your brother,
does he do something?" I said "He does swimming." And she raised an eyebrow as if she'd
thought of something weird. I did not care about it and I kept on with my chores.

We went outside to get more boxes. There was a stack of kitchen boxes and another of heavier
boxes that were out for the backyard. I headed toward the lighter stack, but Claire did not seem
to care about the heavier boxes and was already getting one that would go to the backyard. I
tried to alert her, but when I went to speak, she had already raised a box that I believed I should
weigh heavily and was already coming to me. I stood again with that stare and my chin was a
little down. She needed to say "Let's go?" So that I would wake up from my thoughts and pick
up a simpler box, which I would know I could carry without problems. As she grabbed a box that
was supposed to go to the backyard, I guided Claire there. But on the way, which seemed to me
too short, I looked at that girl's forearm and it seemed to be thicker than mine, there were
divisions in that forearm that I did not know at the time, and I stayed all the way wanting to look
better at them.

Anyway, we arrived at the backyard and Claire put the box on the floor saying. "That box it's a
little heavy!" But she said with a smile on her face that was enchanting me more and more. I
was still holding my box, much lighter probably. I said, "It would be better if we put this box on
top of that table so no one gets hurt by passing by." The table was just next to where Claire had
stopped, I even decided I could pick up that box and put it on the table by myself. So as not to
bother Claire, I dropped my box and went to pick up the box Claire brought. She was still
watching me with a discreet smile on her face. When I got the box and tried to lift it, I was
scared by her weight and I doubted how could this box be weighing all this and Claire bring it
without any problem?
I had to put all my strength to lift this box and started toward the table, but my legs did not seem
to obey me with so much weight that I carried and began to fall to the side. Claire saw it and
then reacted by going in my direction trying to help me carry the box. When she grabbed the
box, all of the weight seemed to disappear from my hands and I did not understand much of
what was happening, I must have pushed Claire to the table, which led to her shirt tucking
between the table and the box, causing a Tear on her shirt.

This tear was at the height of her belly, it had a missing piece, the size of three fingers maybe.
She looked at it and made a face of disappointment and said "Oh! What a pity, I like this shirt!".
As she stared at the hole in her shirt, I could see that her belly was different, I could see two
bulges formed under that tear. I did not understand what those bulges were in Claire's belly, I
had never seen it in a girl's belly. But in a way I was very curious. How she have these bulges?

I said "I'm sorry, Claire!" She looked at me and with a shy smile said "Okay, it was an old shirt,
I`ll put another one later" and then, she was pulling the shirt off!

I did not have time to absorb everything, would she go without a shirt in front of me? Was I
going to see all of her now? And those bulges on her belly? How?

She took off her shirt! I did not believe! She was wearing only a top. What the top covered was
not yet breasts so to speak, it had not yet grown and that was not what I fixed my eyes on.

Claire had several bulges, I counted them, there were six well-shaped bulges in her belly. She
was breathing and they shifted and writhed in a way that hypnotized me and left me static
without saying a word about that all that was happening. I looked at those little bulges moving
with her breath, the spaces between them sinking and then growing again.
I was finding it all very beautiful, that movement was pleasing me but I was not thinking straight
what to say. Until Claire broke the silence.

"Ken, is it okay if I stay like this? I wear this top sometimes even when I'm not training." I tried to
put the pieces together and asked, "You mean you train with only this top?" She gave me a
more pleasant response still smiling "Yes, and a shorts, I get very sweaty so I wear less clothes
to train." I could only say one word "Cool!" how could I`ve said that? What was I thinking?
And she watched me with her dark eyes, looking like she was reading my mind, made a puzzled
face, asked me "You did not say if it's okay if I stay like this. I'll put the shirt back" I tried to
speak quickly "No, it's okay, you can stay like this, I don`t see any problem" and I stopped my
sentence looking at those well-designed little bulges in it. I was beginning to feel attracted to
Claire.

I was only eleven. Still didn`t know the attraction for the opposite sex. And Claire was beyond
that, she had those muscles in her body! I then discovered that I was attracted to muscles in a
girl.
Claire looking at me, smiled again and realized where I was looking, it was her belly, her little
bulges, her muscles so defined for a girl with only eleven years old. She looked at her own belly
and then looked back at me saying, "It's something we gymnastics have. Me and the girls all
have an sixpack, let's say, we are cut!" And laughed a little with shame. When she laughed, her
muscles seemed to turn even more bigger, they seemed to stiffen, her belly was marked
perfectly by the six bulges that seemed to be hard, but that was only for a few seconds as she
laughed.

I didn`t wanted to look embarrassed, so I laughed with her. And she covered her belly with her
arms, looking ashamed. With her arms in the middle of the way, I realized how they looked
divided, this girl's arms were a bit thick for the girls I've ever met. She had broader shoulders
than other girls, and they looked very firm, down her arms was a vein jumping in the middle of
each of them. It was unlike anything I had ever seen in a girl, or even a boy. It was great, I
wanted to touch them, will it be if I could ever touch them?

Claire with her covered belly asked shyly to me "Do you like it?" I innocently asked "What?"
She, with an expression of doubt said "My muscles?" I pretended that I did not understand the
reason of the question "I do not know, why?" Her smile coming back "I think you like it!" I turned
to the table without wanting to look at her any more. "Me? No! Why would I like it?" She then
approached me and said "Because if you say you like it, I'll give you a surprise!" It made me
look at her again.

Claire was very close to me, not leaning against me, but I could feel her breathing and she
smiled at me. It was such a beautiful smile and that look of her was already earning me. I must
have made a look of surprise, I wanted very much to say that I liked what I was seeing, that I
was feeling it for the first time and that it was a very good feeling. I should be opening my mouth
to say yes, when Zack walks through the backyard and Claire acts surprised and quickly picks
up her shirt and goes out saying "Bye Ken!" Without looking at me anymore.

I became static and my brother went as if nothing had happened, clearing the pile of things in
the backyard. He kept making noise and I wondered what just happened. There was a cold
feeling in my stomach, it looked like I was going to vomit, but no. It was something different from
everything I've ever felt before, it was like a vacuum in my stomach.

The rest of the day seemed hard to finish, because the only thing I thought about was Claire.
Will she still show up?

After dinner, we rested a little in the living room, it was night, around 9:00 pm. The doorbell rings
and I run to the door thinking it might be someone I wanted to see so much. I open the door and
see two adults, a couple, the woman was bringing a pie and the man greeted me saying they
were our neighbors and asked if he could talk to my parents. My father came up behind me,
introducing himself, "Hi, I'm Paul, nice to meet you!" The man introduced himself and his wife,
"Hi, I'm Kennedy and this is my wife Mary, you must have met our daughter Claire earlier today,
she told us she met you this morning."
My eyes widened and I began to look for Claire among the neighbors. My dad, nicely as always,
said "Oh you're Claire's parents, she's a good girl! She wanted to help as soon as she saw us
arriving. Did she came?" My father asked the question that I was already desperate to ask. Mr.
Kennedy unfortunately brought me a disappointment. "Claire wanted to stay home, she's busy
playing!" But Mary, Claire's mother, soon completed "She's training for the gymnastic." And all
my thoughts about Claire came back to light, why didn`t she come?

The neighbors came in without Claire. The door closed and I went upstairs to my room. I didn`t
want to talk to anyone any more. Just wanted to think about her until fall asleep.

Lying on my bed, listening to music on the headset, I hear a knock on my bedroom door. It's my
mom coming in. "Ken? Take off those headphones! Didn`t you heard me call you?" I`ve said
"Sorry mom, what happened?" My mother turned to the hall and spoke to someone, "Come in,
my dear, he's here."

My heart throbbed, who appears in the doorway is her, Claire, in a white and pink dress with an
allstar sneaker. My smile is involuntary, she, as always faster than me, say "Hi Ken!" I do not
believe, she looks beautiful, time seems to stop. My mom asks "Do you want something to eat
Claire?" She says "No, thank you madam." My mom walks out of the room saying "Ken, do not
wait too long to go downstairs! And treat our guest well." Leaving Claire and I alone and the
door open she goes downstairs to talk to Claire's parents.

It was all I wanted tonight, seeing Claire again, and how beautiful she was in that dress, her
shoulders were wide and her arms had curves which at the time I did not understand that were
all muscle, but I already found them attractive. She had a thin waist. Her dress covered her
body almost entirely, showing only her shoulders, arms and ankles. However her body was still
so beautiful.

Claire looked into the space in my bedroom and began to speak "I liked your room!" I`ve said
"Thank you!" She says, "Did you meet my parents? Did you know that my father's name is
Kennedy too?" I was happy about it saying "Yes, it's cool." She pleasantly smiled at me, saying
"My dad is a lot fun! He plays with me a lot when he's at home! I hope it's okay to you for me to
come here in your room. Someday I'll take you to meet mine too. If you want, of course!" I
already wanted to go to her room now if I could! But I said a timid "Yes, sure."

She shifted the smile from her face to a puzzled expression and said, "You're very quiet, and
when you speak, you say few words, don`t you like to talk to me? you don`t like me, do you?" I
was scared of her question, I wanted to answer it right away "No, that's not it, I just ... I'm tired of
the trip and we moved today ... And ... I ..." I stood there thinking about what to say, but Claire
didn`t waited for me to end my sentence "It`s okay Ken! You know, the boys at school treat
me ... Different ... I do not like them very much because they call me weird names, always
talking bad about me. " I didn`t understood why they treated such an interesting girl like that,
and I asked, "Why?" She made a timid expression and said, "Well, because of my muscles, I'm
different from all the girls in school, they're thinner, or fat, but none of their bodies look like mine.
But I don`t care. My father has already explained to me that I am like this because of my training
and that everyone who speaks badly about me is because want to be the way I am! "

I swallowed dry and asked "Your workout?" Claire replied happily "Yeah, I do gymnastics,
remember? Our workout makes our body stronger, look!" Claire came up to me, showing off her
right arm and flexed it. My eyes must have jumped out of orbit. It was beautiful, Claire's arm was
shorter than mine. But she had power! I started by noting that on her shoulder it had grown
taller, like a ball growing under it and a cut in the middle. Her arm had now changed in size, she
stared, smiling at her own arm that seemed to have a ball the size of a lemon. That ball on her
arm felt like it wanted to get out of there, pulling all over Claire skin. There was a vein around
Claire's arm and over that ball. Now I knew what really was a bicep then! And it was a girl's
biceps! It even seemed like it had a small hole in the middle of it. Not to mention her forearm
that was certainly thicker than mine!

My face must have told her that I was impressed, because I did not say anything else, I just
stared at her arm that I knew it was strong and now I saw how muscular it was. Claire kept her
biceps flexed to me and looking into my eyes said "You like it, don`t you? It's with a lot of
exercise that I also have those!" And Claire seemed to press her belly, bending her body a little
as she exposed her biceps with her right arm, took my hand with her other arm and carried it to
her belly, she pulled my hand very fast and my fingers were not prepared and hit on her belly, it
was hard and my hand hurt but I totally ignored it because I was amazed by the firmness.

"Are you feeling my hard abs?" Claire said smiling at me as she guided my hand through her
bulges that I could feel under her dress. She says "This is how a belly gets after training every
day! I play with my gym buddies to know who does more crunches I never won but once I was
second! But then, once we tried to see who could take more punches in the belly and I ... "
Claire was interrupted by the arrival of my mother at the door of the room saying" Claire? Your
parents are already leaving and are calling for you. " Claire instinctively took my hand from her
six pack and ran to the door and said, "See you tomorrow, Ken! See ya, Miss Susan!"

Claire left again leaving me with the same empty feeling in my stomach and my thoughts flying.
What just happened to me? I was really liking a girl! That's all I have left for tonight, trying to
sleep with my thoughts alone.

Did she said that tomorrow we would see each other? Yes, we'll see each other tomorrow! What
am I going to tell her tomorrow?

Chapter 2

I fell asleep thinking about Claire. But I didn`t dreamed. When I opened my eyes was already
morning. My first thought of the day was about her. Wow, I was thinking a lot about her! I should
go downstairs to breakfast and stop thinking about Claire everytime. Or try it!

Still laying on my bed I realized: My shorts were cold! My shorts got wet? Did I pee in my
shorts? I turned to check what just happened and it was there. My shorts all wet! I stared at it
without believing that I did it at this age! It's been such a long time that I do not even remember
when I last wetted my bed! What would Claire think of me? Why am I thinking about Claire now?
This does not smell like p...

At that moment, my mother opened the door and came and said, "Wake up, sweetheart, come
and have some coffee ... What happened to your shorts?" I did not know where to put my head.
I still tried to quickly cover it with the pillow but even so she noticed, "Mom, please knock the
door, I don`t believe it! She replied "Kennedy, go change and go downstairs to have your
breakfast!"

At that moment Zack, my brother also appeared at the door asking, "What is all this shouting?"
Zack was also very close to me. He respected everyone at home, liked to swim, but now that he
had moved, he lost contact with his friends and the places they used to go. And Zack had plenty
of friends, including girls. I think the girls found him attractive and he had lots of girlfriends. He
already told me that at my age he had kissed some girls in his class and even some older than
him. Well, Zack was always tall, I guess that was not a problem.

Zack then called me "Ken! Let's go out? I'm really bored in this house!" My mother turned to
Zack and said, "You're still going to get used to the place, sweetheart. You're still young. You're
going to meet new people and make new friends. The Turners invited us to dinner tonight at
their house and they'll call other neighbors!"

I just wanted them to close the bedroom door, "Hello? Can you please excuse me?" They
looked at each other and then looked at me still sitting on the bed with a pillow covering what
the hell I did in my shorts! Zack called my mother down and closed the door. I hope this is
enough shame for a day!

I changed to go to breakfast. Zack waited for me to finish so we could ride on ours bikes and
travel through the neighborhood and in my case maybe see a girl next door.

When I got on my bike I looked for some sign of Claire in her house. I did not see anyone. As I
followed Zack down the street, we passed some markets but we didn`t buy anything because
Zack didn`t had any money. We saw the school where I will study at the end of the summer
vacation, and in the neighborhood there was even a large park with several trees and some
toys. We got home at lunchtime.

On the way, when we were passing Claire's house, was still empty.

I tried to not be sad because of this. After I had lunch, I stayed in Zack's room, which had a
window with a view to the backyard of Claire's house. They had a pool, several objects on the
floor that I didn`t know what it was at that distance, and also something that seemed to be a bar
to exercise. Claire exercises there?

The night was already coming and I no longer had hopes of seeing Claire. I did not want to go to
those people dinner, the Turners. I didn`t even knew who they were. I preferred to stay at home.
Then my parents left first while Zack changed his clothes. He sees me with a disappointed face
and said "Why don`t you go with us?" I said "I don`t feel like it. There will be only adults at this
dinner." Zack spoke casually, "But that girl ... Claire? Is that her name?" I tried not to sound
surprised, maybe it did not help when I said "Will Claire be there?" Zack left the room saying
"Her name is Claire Turner. Where do you think she's going to be at the Turner's dinner?" And
left me alone in the room.

I do not think it took 1 minute since I jumped out of the chair, kicked the corner of the door as I
passed by, hurting myself, ran to my bedroom, changed and came to the door of my house with
my shirt on backwards.

Walking, in fact already almost running, to the house of my now favorite neighbors, the Turners!
I took off my shirt because I had to put it right. I saw that Zack was already in the neighbors door
and was getting in, then my vision closes when I put on my shirt, I trip on a sprinkler and my
face goes straight on the lawn.

The only good part of that situation was the soft lawn. I already wanted to destroy all the
sprinklers in that place when I hear a voice, "Ken?" I did not say anything, there was a lot of
shame in me. The voice continued, "Let me help you get up." I do not believe it, is she ? It's her
voice! She took my arm and I finally lifted my eyes.

Claire was beautiful! Her hair was beautiful, when combed that way. Her expression of concern,
would it be for me? She was crouching, her knees bent to help me. Today she wore another
dress, it was flowery. I could see her calves from the front, they looked very strong from where I
was. From her knees to her feet there were thick and divided pieces of skin until it reached her
thinner ankles. Her arm! I could see Claire's arm resting on her knee and this was pushing her
muscles up. This seemed to have doubled the size of her arm in that position. There was an
outline on her shoulder and down to her biceps no longer looked like a ball the size of a lemon,
but rather a big apple! Again, I was speechless by that girl's muscles.

She helped me up and I cleaned my clothes a bit, luck that it was black and hid the dirt. Claire
still did not let go of my hand and she was staring at me with her black eyes that seemed to
shine and smiling, "You ... took too long! Come on!"

We went into her house and it had some people in the living room. It was a big house and all the
adults were talking and making noise. My father and Mr. Turner were laughing loudly and they
were looking like old friends. My family got on very well with the Turners.

At dinner, Claire sat at my opposite side of the table, but facing me. That was enough! I did not
feel hungry. Only a vacuum existed in my stomach and sometimes it seemed to hurt even more
as I looked at Claire on the other side of the table. Other neighbors were also there. Zack sat
next to me. Claire seemed to have pink cheeks at times. I thought it was pretty how she
behaved on the table.

At the end of the dinner, everyone returned to the living room, but Claire soon called me to
accompany her. Was she going to take me to her bedroom? No. She took me to the backyard.

There was a small table, the huge pool, the objects I did not identified before, were weights and
mats rolled up, that exercise bar was there, and it was very high looking up close.

Claire said as soon as we arrived "This is my favorite place in the house! ... No! It's the second
favorite, after my bedroom! This is where I train. We have some weights there, that bar is higher
for my father, but look!" Claire stoped under the bar that seemed to be more than twice her
height, she must be joking, she will not reach it without climbing into something! Claire jumped
up and her small hands reached the bar. They did not hold it, she comes back to the floor
smiling She touched the bar that should be like 2 meters high! She had no limits to impress me!

But Claire took off her little shoe and said, "Look at this!" And jumped higher, grabbing the bar
with force and immediately raising her body only with the strength of her arms with ease!She
leaned her chin against the bar and lowered her body very slowly. Keeping still at the bar, Claire
lifted her body a little and with that she lifted her legs horizontally. As her dress was shorter and
only reached the height of her knee, she crossed her legs and I could see the skin of her calf
shine in the light. Claire's calf had a huge cut through its length! It was beautiful to see. She
stood at the bar, her arms struggling to keep the same position, and her straight, crossed legs
stayed there for a long time as she said, "This I can usually do with a lot more weight when I'm
training hard to compete!"

Claire let go of the bar and came down making a loud noise. It seems she weighs more than
she looks. And she said "Your turn!" I could not seem weak around Claire right now, but that
height was too much for me! While I was under the bar looking at the top and thinking that this
was my end, and Claire would not like me anymore. I just listen to her say "Wait." And two arms
grab my legs at the height of my thighs and lift me up without any problem. Claire lifted me! A
girl lifted me up so easily? I tried to pretend I did not care and I raised my arms to reach the bar,
but I did not catch up. Claire did not wait for me to say anything, she simply wrapped one of her
arms around my ankle and said "Hold it!" So she lifted me higher still holding me with one arm
by my ankle! I unbalanced, and Claire quickly with her other arm took hold of my leg to help me
balance.

For the first time, I was feeling the strength of this girl. Claire had muscles, had her beauty, had
her smile. And only now I knew how strong she really was!

I reached the bar and got to do two pull-ups. I thought it was very good for me.
I went down and Claire cheered when I hit the floor!

She said with a smile on her face "How cool! You did it! I was afraid you couldn`t do it!"

I said smiling too "But I only done it thanks to those two!" And I pointed to her arms. What did I
just done!? How dare I say that ?! I gave myself up, damn it! Damn it! What will she think of
me ?!

Claire looked at one of her arms and it had a vein a little darker than her skin crossing in the
middle of her biceps. She flexed it in the moonlight and I might never forget the shape her arm
got from there. Her biceps seemed to draw a mountain. I could see the silhouette of her
shoulder growing, expanding to stay just a little lower than her biceps. Claire had not yet put all
her strength into her arm. And for a few seconds, she closed her fingers and the mountain that
her biceps formed gained a slightly higher contour and formed a small ball at the top.

She stepped out of the pose saying, "I don't know, I wanted to help you up because I was afraid
you might get hurt! You must have hurt yourself badly earlier when you got here!"

Yes, my foot hurt when I tripped. Because of all the blows it took to get here. But Claire made
me forget it.

She took advantage of it and said, "Speaking of arm ... Do you wanna play arm wrestling
there?" And pointed to the small table by the pool.

My first thought was: Does not she realize that she's too strong for me? I will not last a second
playing with her! Play? Only she will play! I'll be massacred!

But if today I end my day losing to Claire in the arm wrestling, at least it was to her, I will happily
lose. Perhaps. So I had to do what a man does, and not run away from the fight! And I went to
fulfill my sentence! "Sure, why not?".

I must pretend very well, because I even tricked myself for a moment!

Claire jumped up and said, "Allright! I love play it!"

Oh boy, she's going to slay me! She will not wish to see me anymore!

We sat at the table and it was as I thought, or rather. Not exactly.

We put our hands and cling to each other. I with my right arm and Claire with her Mount
Everest! So to speak!

Deep down I wanted Claire to win. Losing to her would confirm even more to me that she was
too strong for a girl. But I did not want to make it easy for her. I would go with everything I had!
We started after Claire's count "3, 2, 1 ... Go!" And I put all my strength in the blink of an eye, as
fast as I could. Claire had a concentrated expression the moment we started, and our hands
stood on top, trembling. Claire started to do what I already imagined. Her arm grew a cut in the
middle and her biceps were bigger. My hand started to fall and I started to lose. But now I did
not want to lose anymore! I thought I might have a chance! Damn it! Claire will think I'm weak
for her!

Something changed. I struggled and Claire's hand came up with mine to the top. Do I have
chances? Can I win? My hand began to push Claire's hand to the table. Will I win? Claire had a
relaxed expression on her face and suddenly changed to an expression of doubt as I managed
to touch her hand on the table. I won!

Claire said, "Oh, you're very strong! I like it Ken!"

Did she say she liked me? Or that she liked my strength? Either way, I'm on it!

While we were in the arm wrestling my brother approached the table, he saw the whole fight
and came saying "Cool!" Claire turned her gaze to the table. "Claire is not so easy to beat, look
at her arm! Congratulations Ken! Your opponent was tough!"

As Zack spoke, Claire seemed to have a slightly flushed face.

Claire then said "Do you want to play?"

Zack sympathetically said, "Of course! With who I go first?"

Claire pointed to me "He won, you go with Ken first! Then I go with whoever wins!"

Zack accepted and sat in the chair where Claire was.

"Ok bro. Give me your best!"

Zack did not come with all his weapons to me, he could end up in 1 second. But he was
cautious and let the arm wrestling take a little longer. My arm went down, I knew I would lose to
him. Claire quickly said, "Now it's my turn!" And sat down in the chair I was in.

Claire had a serious look on her face, looked uncomfortable, intimidated. When they put their
hands together, Claire's forearm was thick and there were muscles moving in it with great vigor
as she seemed to position her hand together with Zack's. On her biceps it was possible to see
that it already had a considerable size of that mountain forming, I was seeing the back of her
arm. Claire's shoulder formed a mark that seemed to sink deeper and deeper as she stood
seemingly still staring at Zack's hand.
Zack had the longest arm, the biceps in him was considerable, after all he has been swimming
for quite some time. Then he joked pulling the sleeve of his shirt and doing some strength to
show his biceps too and said laughing "It's not just you who has a cool bicep, Claire! Give me
your best."

Claire flushed again, and her expression was still fixed on Zack's hand. Claire's biceps was
prettier, there were marks on it that were not on Zack's biceps.

I started the count "3, 2, 1 ... Go!"

Both arms began to shake. The small desk hissed. Zack released a "Woah!" A little low and
Claire kept her expression focused. Her arm got thicker now that the arm wrestling has begun.
Claire's forearm had ribs and protuberances running through her, and on her biceps it was
possible to see a small formation of a peak above it.

I had the impression that Zack might even lose. But if I won Claire, how could this be
happening?

The table on which they keeped on their arms seemed to be also in the fight, as it made more
noises during the period of the arm wrestling.

Zack, with a more relaxed expression, opened a smile on the corner of his lip and his arm
began to gain from Claire's muscular arm. He seemed to work harder on her than on me, but as
he lowered her arm to the table, there was more shaking than in the previous two fights.

Zack won the arm wrestling, he finished with a smile on his face and said "Wow! Very good
Claire! Awesome!"

Our parents called us to leave soon, but Zack shook hands with Claire, saying "It was a
pleasure!" And Claire with a slightly contented expression said "Okay." And Zack left us, so I
had to say goodbye to Claire.

She looked at me and then looked down to her feet "See you tomorrow, Ken!" And lifted her
gaze to me again timidly. I also squeezed her hand and said "It was a pleasure."

What? Why did I said that? Just because Zack does it I can not be imitating him at all! Dumb!

Claire flashed a smile right back at me and said, "Good night!" And in a timid gesture she waved
her hand at me and then put her two arms behind her back. As I left her house. I still looked
back and she was looking at me. So beautiful that night, as if waiting for me to say or do
something. Her broad shoulders and that hairstyle falling on her back. Her waist was thinner in
that dress and I tried to memorize that image to go to sleep thinking about her.

A few days of our vacation passed and I did not see Claire as often as I had expected. I was
less hungry, didn`t know why. But thinking on Claire taked a lot of my time.

Many times I was busy with visits from my uncles at home and could not go out at night. At
other times Claire seemed not to be at home.

But when we occasionally met, she treated me very friendly. Claire was very nice to me but
there always seemed to be something occupying her. She always found me in the garden
outside her house and soon said she needed to come in.

Her parents and mine continued to do very well.

The end of summer vacation was already near. When one day, everyone sitting at the table for
lunch, my mother says, "Zack, the Turners are without a babysitter, I told them I was going to
talk to you about it." Zack calmly replied, "Yes, I can do this, I'm in need of more money, after
all, it's for a little while, is not it?" I stared at my mother, who said, "Yes, and that girl, Claire,
she's very kind. I even offered her to stay with us ..." My heart throbbed "... But the Turners said
she needs to practice on home, or something of that sort ... "

From there I paid no attention to anything else. Would my brother spend the day with Claire? He
is so lucky!

Chapter 3

It was morning and I was sleeping when Zack went out to ours neighbor's house in his new
babysitting assignment.

When I woke up, I was still trying to absorb the information that Zack would spend the whole
day with Claire. Why did I care so much? I didn't wanted to mind, but the idea of how it could be
spending the day with her did not got out of my head.

My mother said that Zack did not invite me to go because I was asleep at the moment he left for
the Turner's house. I did not want to give in to my thoughts, I hid all my absurd desire to wish to
spend the day with that girl, and I told my mother, "Okay, I'd rather stay at home." And that's
how I acted for the rest of my vacation.

Zack went to Claire's house practically every day. Apparently they were doing very well because
Zack did not complain about anything and until a few days got to go to Claire's house earlier. My
envy already gave way to a certain irritation at being abandoned to no longer see Claire. Even
Zack seemed more indifferent to me, we talked less to each other. And so it was until the end of
my vacation.

My first day at the new school arrived. It was relatively close to my house, I could walk alone,
but my father wanted to accompany me. He said he needed to walk more in the morning. And
so we left the house, me, my backpack and my father. Not necessarily in that order.
Passing past the Turner's house I stared at the residence. This may have given me an anxiety
state to find Claire because my dad said, "I think you're going to study in the same class as
Claire. Kennedy told me she's in the same school as you." My dad seems to enjoy good news.
And great news! I would study at the same school as Claire, and we would see each other every
day, maybe I even ask her to ...

"And look who's coming over there." My father interrupted my thoughts by talking about the girl
in the colored blouse, jeans and red sneakers coming from her house toward us. "Hi, Mr. Paul!
Hi Ken!" It was Claire coming to us with that nice smile on her face and walking a little rushed to
get to us. My father said, "Good morning, Claire, how are you?" She replied "I'm fine, Thank
you!" Claire's mood seemed to overflow from her. How could she be so excited on the first day
of school?

My dad saw me shut up and tried to approach me "Ken? Did not you see Claire here?" I smiled
weakly and said, "Hi Claire, how's it going?" She answered me with a bit of her smile on her
face "I'm fine ..."

When I saw her, I suddenly felt angry at Claire, how could she abandon me? She disappeared!
And she was probably very close to Zack! Damn, I was angry and did not know what it really
was. I did not want to talk to her now!

We kept walking on the way to school and my dad noticing the silence said "Claire, can you
introduce Kennedy to the school? It would be cool! He would be happy." He spoke as if I was
not even there. Of course I would be happy, but not now! Now I'm angry with her!

Claire smiled at my father. "All right!" And looked at me. At the same moment we exchanged
glances and I felt as if she knew everything I was thinking. The nuisance was rising again in my
stomach. My hands were cold now.

When we got to school, my dad hugged me and Claire, and said goodbye wishing good luck. I
was walking on Claire's side, my face was warm, I was afraid to look to my side, and see Claire
looking at me.

I could notice that the pants she wore were a little tight on her thighs. It was beautiful to see, I
realized I liked thick legs. Or did I just like Claire's thick legs?

Claire walked beside me quietly to the entrance of the school. Until we get to the main hallway
and she says, "Okay, you want to know what classroom you're at?" Claire took my hand! I could
be annoyed at Claire for something I did not know, but with her taking my hand I was about to
forgive her for whatever I was feeling. As she took hold of my hand I could see her thick forearm
and a part of that vein in her biceps beneath her blouse. The warm touch of her hand. I believe I
had just forgave her.
How did Claire know where my classroom would be? Did she know everything? We went in and
she sat in the corner of the room, next to a window. And she told me to sit in the chair behind
her. The place where I would spend happily the whole school year.

Claire turned to me and said, "If you don't want to, I don't need to introduce the school to you."
But spend the day with her? Who would be crazy to not accept? I said, nodding, "Yes! I want
to!" And she looked into my eyes, those dark eyes of hers, her straight hair falling on her
shoulders and a little on her forehead and said with a confused expression "You're my friend,
aren't you?" I said "Yeah, I think ..." and Claire anticipated saying "Great! Because next week
it's my birthday, I'm going to be 12. And I want to see you and Zack there!" My "OK" must have
sounded with a tone of surprise.

Claire was about to turn 12! So she was older than me in about 6 months! I would not be able to
impress Claire being younger than her. She'll like someone older! I think that just being friends
with her is what I have left.

The rest of the day at school was very good because I was always with Claire. Behind her, I
noticed her dark, smooth, long hair. Her back a little broad for a girl. Geez, I'd like to see what
Claire's back was like without that blouse covering everything.

And that became my routine in the early days of school. Sitting behind Claire became the best
part of my day.

Zack continued to offer his babysitter services to the Turners a few times after school. Claire
never told me anything about my brother, nor did he tell me anything about Claire.

The week passed, and the night of Claire's birthday arrived. When Zack and I rang the doorbell
of her house, the one who received us was the birthday girl herself. She had a hairstyle that
looked like an older woman, her face had makeup and she wore a white dress that showed only
her shoulders and arms, which to my impression were more divided and larger than before.

She was happy with her party, Claire was very beautiful. As she held the door I could see that
her arm already had a bicep marked with a simple movement. "Oh, great! You arrived!"

My brother spoke to Claire first, hugging her, he said, "Happy birthday, Claire!" And what a long
hug was that?

Claire stepped out of Zack's embrace smiling and looked at me. Well, now it was my turn to hug
her!

She was wearing heeled shoes, so her eyes were at my height. As she embraces me, the
feeling of an empty stomach seems to have descended. Claire's body was very stiff, and she
hugged me tightly. Maybe too much tight, because when I said "Happy birthday" my voice came
out weak.
Claire introduced us to some people at the party. Among the guests there were few young
people. Maybe they were Claire's only friends, I believe it's everyone she met in the gymnastics.
Although she's cool, Claire did not seem to have many friends.

The party continued, Claire paid more attention to the other guests and spent much of the party
dancing on the stage they set up in the backyard. I sat on a chair and watched it all. Claire's
friends danced with her too. Zack sat with me and some of the girls at the party even looked at
him.

After cutting the cake, many guests began to leave and the party started to become empty. But
all I wanted was to see more of Claire, and not leave now.

Finally she came toward me. I was standing at the buffet table, and there came Claire, and she
was bringing someone by the hand. It was a girl. Claire came at me with a smile. She
approached and said to her friend "Britt, this is Ken!". Claire was introducing me to her friend,
Brittany. She was also a gymnast, blonde, the same size as Claire, and was looking at me with
big surprised eyes.

Then Brittany smiled and said something quickly into Claire's ear.

Claire laughed and said "Ken! Britanny is my best friend, she wanted to meet you ..." And
Brittany interrupted Claire "So you're Ken? Wow, you're not ..." Claire interrupted her "Brittany!
What have I told you?" And Brittany calmed down and said, "Sorry, but I'm just tired of you
talking so much about..." Claire took her friend away from me while she spoke, and seemed to
scold her.

After a while, Claire came back to me alone and said "Britt is crazy! But we're very close friends.
You're not leaving the party now, are you?"

I said "No. I'm not" and she said to me very happily "Great! You have to stay until everyone
leaves, I still want to talk to you!"

Of course I would not leave that party! Now that Claire finally paid me attention!

After some more time, there were fewer people at the party. Zack left the party too and said
goodbye to me but I did not see where Claire was when he left.

There were only a few people at the party, the backyard was empty, and there were only a few
adults who were friends of Claire's parents inside the house. I was there, waiting for someone.
One hand behind me holds my arm, I look and it's her. Beautiful, her hair loose now, barefoot,
now lower than me, saying "Ken! Come!" And pulled me away from everyone.

We stayed in the kitchen where no one was. She jumped to sit on the table. "Sit here with me."
I went up on the table and stood by her side. My arm touched hers and I could feel it warm. She
supports her arms on the table, then her arms muscles emerged, marking her skin. That arm
was so beautiful.

Claire then asked, "Did you like my birthday party?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, I saw you called some of your gymnastics friends."

Smiling, she said "Yeah, did you see the girls? They're awesome! But Britt is the best! She was
my first friend." Then she looked at me with a face of fear and asked "You didn't hear her say
anything, did you?"

I did not understand what Britt wanted to say to me at the time and I replied, "No. I did not hear
anything from Brittany, what was it?"

Claire took her gaze from me and said, "Nothing! Girls thing! She's crazy, don't mind her!"

Then Claire frowned but continued, "I wanted you to stay longer so I could talk to you. Did you
like my dress?"

"Yes, I like it." I think I really wanted to say was: Yes, you look beautiful today! And I like you!

But something was going on in my mind that I quite didn't understand why would I say this to a
girl? She would think that I'm weirdo!

Claire turned to me with those dark eyes that seemed to read me through and stretched her arm
in front of my face.

She said, "Did you see that my arms grew?" And began to flex her biceps in front of me. That
has changed a little for a few days! I remember before that her biceps was the size of a lemon,
but now there seemed to be more muscles cutting into Claire's skin.

As she flexed her biceps, she continued, "...I've been training a lot! Every day, I think since the
day you moved in. Tomorrow I'm going back to gymnastics." I don't think I paid much attention
to what she said, only what she did, by the way, what her arm did! She stood with the biceps
flexed but her muscles felt alive beneath her skin as they moved by themselves. Her shoulder
was a mass of muscle and I even noticed that it sometimes seemed to be cut into several
ribbons when Claire put more force into her arm. I thought it was amazing to see that in a girl! It
was a arm more cut than any boy's arm I've ever seen!

My eyes were lost in the arm which Claire showed me casually but my face showed that I was
lost in thought.
Claire kept saying, "I'm getting better at the exercises, do you know those push-ups at the bar I
did that day with you? Today I can do 25 reps without stopping!" I had no idea what this meant,
to measure Claire's strength at the time.

She took her arm out and started looking at the kitchen floor. I was silent all this time and I had
to say something! "You look beautiful today." What?? What did you just said? Are you crazy?

Claire still staring at the kitchen floor said "Thank you ..." I could see that there was a smile on
her face even with her head down.

And after a few seconds of silence, Claire asked, "Ken, have you ... already dated someone?"

Why did she want to know about my life? What did she expect me to answer? I never even
kissed a girl! Until then I had never considered doing that! I did not even know how to want it!
Am I a loser now? Yeah, I'm a loser, she must have kissed several guys already!

I thought a lot about my answer "Well, I ... no."

Claire continued without looking at me. "And ... Ken, do you like me?"

That was the question that destroyed me. Yes, it is a very simple question. But the confusion in
my stupid child's head did not know what I was feeling for Claire. It was a very new feeling in my
life! I was ashamed to tell anyone I liked a girl! What was I going to say to the girl herself? With
which courage?

"...I do not know."

Yes, I was very silly. Claire said "OK" and left the table where she was sitting.

On the floor, without looking at me she said "Bye, Ken!" As she ran barefoot out of the kitchen.

Yes, I irritated her.

At that moment I did not know the consequences of my answer to Claire. I now only saw her in
the classroom. I did not see her on the way to school anymore because she was in the gym.
And I was not seeing her leaving the school too. She treated me normally in the following days,
but without asking any more questions of that type.

Time has passed, and I began to see other students make fun of Claire's muscle. I do not know
if that made me angry at others. Claire seemed to want to show off, because sometimes she
would go to school showing her arms and several people laugh while she passes, but I was
serious and did not talk to Claire so much.

Despite this, we have not lost our friendship.

Throughout the year I made new friends at school but there was a longing, an empty space in
me, wanting even more of Claire.

I turned 12, but I did not want a party. Only my mother made a cake to celebrate. The school
year was over, I was on vacation again, and my brother was still in his temporary babysitting
service. I figured he was not going to spend a lot of time being Claire's babysitter.

During the holidays I spent several days with my new friend I met at school, William.

He was a little taller than me. He was a very calm guy and we always understood each other
and liked the same things. Since my brother seemed to distance himself from me, more William
gradually took Zack's place.

By now I had overcome Claire. Or at least I did not feel that nagging in my stomach when I was
near her. William came to think that she and I had been lovers, and he told me that she was
seeing someone. This surprised me, yes, because I still saw Claire a few times, but she never
told me about dating anyone. Claire was still my friend! I would have noticed something,
wouldn't I?

The holidays are over and this school year should be the same as the previous one. Well, that's
what I found when I went back to school and the first few days happened in full normality. I did
not sit so close to Claire anymore, now Will was my best friend in school. Claire had, say, grown
up in some parts, not only in her muscles, she seemed to keep the size of her arms, but her
breas...

"Dude, wake up! What do you think?" Will interrupted me as I thought and looked at Claire. It
was already the third day of school and Will was telling me about some other girl.

"What?" I asked Will, while I tunned back to Earth and he answers me "Megan! She's no
longer ... so thin this year! She's got some mass, do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think so ..."

The third day of school ended, it was time to walk home. Coincidentally, Claire was also walking
home and joined me. Until then, I was glad to at least have her company to go home.

There were a few other students behind us on the way and I could hear conversations and
laughter coming from them. I had a feeling they were for me. Then a boy shouted, "Hey, who's
the man of the two?"

I looked back and saw the idiot who said it, it was Charlie, a boy who was a grade above our
own, and annoy Claire a lot. Then I taked some action, I started walking towards him asking
"What ?! You want to know who is man ?! Want me to show you what is a man ?!" Charlie was
taller than me. Well, I'm considered a bit tall for a 12-year-old, but Charlie was still older, and
that did not intimidate me.

In seconds what was a quiet walk to my house would become the first fight I would take part.
Charlie was not intimidated, and all his colleagues, boys and girls, who were around him began
to scream and provoke Charlie to respond.

Charlie's gaze seemed to be hatred and he drops his backpack on the floor saying "I'll show you
what's a man!"

I must have heard a cry from Claire saying "Ken! No! Stop!" But was muffled by the screams
and taunts of the others who watched that scene.

It would be now, I'm not going to let him joke with Claire like that anymore. It is not right! I'll
finish him off!

I clenched my fist and started fighting. I punched Charlie in the face first, but he quickly
retaliated and I swerved. It did not take long and he managed to push me and knock me down
on the floor, where he climbed up on me and started punching me. I just heard screams
everywhere and no one would save me from that. Charlie hit several punches on me, on my
stomach, one full on my face and I started to run out of strength.

Until he stopped, maybe he saw that it was enough. He stood up from me and said, "Try to keep
quiet for the next time, sucker!" And Claire came to me still on the floor. Her face was red, her
eyes were red. She did not tell me anything, but her expression changed from anguish to anger
in a fraction of a second.

Claire got up and went to Charlie who was on his back taking his backpack off the ground.

I could see the whole scene perfectly with my good eye and recorded in my memory forever.
Claire said "Hey, idiot!" And Charlie turned to look at Claire. Well, he did not expect anything for
that but Claire had her right fist closed and a vein in her forearm jumped. Her head might reach
the height of the boy's neck. There was a crash, a loud crash, it was Claire's punch straight into
Charlie's face, knocking the boy down at the feet of some of his friends.

Everyone who was making noise now had shut up. Claire knocked Charlie down with a punch!
One punch! Until a girl shouted "My God she killed him!" No. Claire could not kill him with one
punch, but it would be well deserved. Charlie began to move on the floor, disoriented and from
there everyone began to scream again, this time was cheering for Claire. Many laughed at
Charlie now, and a few boys shouted Claire's name.

That was ... unexpected.

Claire woke up from her trance of rage over Charlie and began to look at everyone around her.
The shouting did not make her forget me. As soon as she saw me still lying on the ground with
one eye swollen and closed, she ran back and said, "Let's go home!" And helped me up on the
way to my house.

As we were approaching my house, she told me, "We're not going to your house yet. Your
parents will not like to see your eye like this. Let's go to my house first, there's no one there yet,
and Zack will not come until later. There we'll take care of your eye!"

I agreed. After all, she was right. I never got into a fight!

Claire opened the door to her house for me. There was no one but us in the house. I was alone,
with Claire, and a black eye for her to take care of.

We went to the kitchen, there she asked me to sit while picked up the ice.

She handed me an ice pack, "Here, put it in your eye." And she made a disgusted face "...
That's ugly! Does it hurt?"

"No, not much." It hurt so much I wanted to tear my head off, but I could not seem weak in front
of her.

"Ken, why did you go fight with that boy ?!"

"He said bad things about you! He said bad things about us! I could not take it anymore!"

Claire took her gaze from me and walked away saying, "But you can't go out like that beating
people for saying these things ... about me."

"My problem is this! When they laugh at you I get angry!"

Claire's face flushed and she did not look at me.

"You know, Claire, I don't like when they speak bad things about you! When they laugh at you!"

Claire lifted her flushed cheek to me asking "Why?"

I paused to think better of what I was about to say. But Claire continued, "Why do you bother,
Ken?"

"Because you're my friend."

Claire looked annoyed "Friend? Is it always this? You don't notice, do you? You don't like me!"

I had noticed. For some time now I understood what I felt for her. I admired Claire, she was
beautiful, strong, intelligent, sweet.

"I like you, Claire!"

Claire's expression was serene now, "You, what ?!"

"I love you! I love you! I love your way of dressing, your way of walking, your way of talking, your
way of messing with your hair! ..."

Claire gave a small smile on her face as I spoke.

"... I love to hear your voice! I like to see you any time! ..." I stopped, looked at Claire's body.
She was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a long-sleeved blouse that still showed some curves of
the muscles in her arms. Her dark hair was loose and was just below her broad shoulders.
Claire had straight black hair that I thought lately was very pretty in a girl. Especially when she
arranged them and so I could see her arms in action, with her biceps growing and casually
shifting.

"... I like your body, Claire. I like your muscles!"

Okay, I think I put out what I felt.

Claire stood and approached me very slowly. She put her hands on my legs and leaned her
body slowly closer to me. Her face closer to my face. It would be now, my first kiss. It would be
with this wonderful girl.

She pressed her mouth to mine. She seemed to already have experience of it! The soft feel of
her lips, kissing me. I did not feel any more pain. Claire seemed to be commanding our kiss.
She moved her lips, unlike me. Like, someone who knew what was doing!

The kiss did not take as long as I wanted. Claire stopped kissing me and walked away from me.
Her reaction was not what I expected. She looked angry again. It even looked like she was
going to cry.

"Why did you come to tell me just now? Why did it take so long?"

I went to try to answer her "I ..." but she would not let me finish.

"You did not understand before, Ken!"

"I understand, Claire, I understand that I like you!" There was a hope within me, that now we
might, finally, be together. Claire just kissed me! But she seemed to want to cry.

"I can not, Ken."

I remembered what Will had told me, Claire had someone else. My courage to tell Claire
everything was real now. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Claire said "No! ..." and looking away from me "... It's complicated!"

My doubts only grew. "What?"

She answered, "There's ... someone else."

"So that's your boyfriend?"

"No, he's not my boyfriend!"

What is going on? Why can not she?

Claire headed for the kitchen door saying "I think you'd better get out."

I tried to be firm when I said "No! I'm not leaving until you explain everything!"

Claire came back to me with a serious expression and took my hand starting to pull me saying
"You will leave now!" And I could not compete with her strength. In a second she lifted me from
the chair, pulling me by the arm and leading me to the door of her house. I tried to force myself
against her with my legs, or take the only hand from her that held my arm, but it was useless. It
seems like I was bigger than Claire meant nothing to her to carry me so easily.

She took me out of her house without saying a word, and closed the door.

On the way home I still tried to absorb everything that happened. I did not care for my mother
getting scared with my black eye and asking me all those questions. I felt empty. Nothing
seemed to matter.

The next day I went to school and my mother accompanied me to complain to the principal
about the fight I got into. Charlie did not show up at school that day. Maybe too embarrassed to
have fallen with a punch from a girl, and what a girl! Claire was already beginning to be famous
at school, even among the older students heard the rumor of the girl who knocked over the
eldest boy with a punch. She seemed to receive all this attention naturally. But I felt ashamed to
look at her, or at anyone in the school. Only William listened to me.

Days later I was talking to Will in the classroom:

"Hey, don't you think that your bruised eye is attracting girl's attention?" Will was referring to my
eye that was still a little swollen and ugly.

"I don't think so. No one has come to see me yet."

"Neither did she?" Will was referring to Claire.

"Until now, she spo ..." I was interrupted by a paper ball that hit my head. I opened the paper
and had a message:

"My birthday party is tomorrow. Can you come?"

I looked for the chair that Claire sat and she was there, beautiful, looking at me with a shy smile
on her face and then lowered her head looking at her notebook.

That brightened up my day. It animated my life! She wanted to see me!

Claire invited me for her birthday, smiling at me. This has to be a good sign!

Chapter 4

This was the day! I did not sleep well at night from such anxiety. My body did not want to rest.
My body wanted only to be as close as possible at Claire's birthday party!

It was Saturday, there was no school for us today. My eye was just a little swollen from the fight
a few days ago, but nothing to bother. The night of the party still seemed far away. I got up early
because I could not sleep and went to breakfast.

Talking to everyone over breakfast, I discovered that Zack was not going to Claire's party. He
said he had the flu and would rather not leave the house. I would not miss this party today!

The day passed slowly as I watched the preparations for the party in the house next door. A lot
of things was coming and a lot of people was getting in and out of the Turner's house, but the
birthday girl was not seen, at least not by me, anywhere. I think Claire could be in the gym all
day.

The birthday party would start at 8 pm. 10 minutes earlier I was already ringing the Turners bell.
I was the first guest to arrive at the party. Yes, why would I wait more?

The door opened. It was Mr. Kennedy, Claire's father, who opened the door. Where was Claire?

"Claire is upstairs still packing up for the party You can sit there in the living room, or if you
prefer ... "

"Ken !!" I did not hear what Mr. Kennedy was saying after this, I just looked at the girl coming
down the stairs and screaming my name.

But it was not Claire who came down. It was Brittany instead.
"Oh my God! I loved your eye! Come!" And ignoring Mr. Kennedy, Brittany pulled me into the
living room where there was no one yet and sat beside me on the couch looking at me with an
air of anxiety. Why was Brittany so anxious to see me?

"So ..." she began, "Claire is up there getting ready for y ... The party. I already finished dressing
up because I came with her from the gymnastics. She spent all day exercising, you know? But,
today she made some extra effort! Maybe it's because is her birthday! I don't know, but she has
a different body lately, don't you think?"

I understood what Brittany was trying to pull out from me. But I would not tell another girl that I
liked Claire's body! That was confidential! And who guarantees that Claire has not already told
Brittany about everything I've already revealed? Yeah, Brittany must know a lot.

"Really? I didn't notice." Yes, I noticed, Claire was a bit leaner lately but the outlines of her
muscles were more accentuated. Claire's arms had lately been cut off, and the vein passing
through her biceps was more evident. Claire's shoulders showed more cuts with the slightest
movement she did and her calves were very large lately.

Brittany did not give up pulling something from me. And goes deeper. "Ken, do you think my
biceps are big?" She stretched her arm, clenched her fist and began flexing her biceps to show
me her skin stretching over her muscle and forming a mound in her arm.

Without letting me answer, she asked another question, "Is it bigger than Claire's biceps?"

Brittany's biceps did not have the same definition as Claire's. But in size, the two were very
similar. Brittany's biceps had a shape of what appeared to be a rock on the top of her arm. A big
stone, which would do some damage if it was used the way Claire used on Charlie's face, the
school bully.

I had not noticed before that Brittany also had a muscular body of a gymnast. In fact she was a
little fuller than Claire. Today she was wearing a black, strapless dress, a little tight on her body
and somewhat short. Sitting on my side I could see her white legs, her thighs very thick, she
had blonde hair all over her body, including there. It seemed to have a muscle in the form of a
drop in her thigh going straight to her knee. And Brittany's knee seemed very strong from where
I saw!

Brittany was still staring at her own flexed biceps, and she was playing with it, tugging at her
arm, growing or stretching, then growing again. Without seeming to care about me there looking
at that scene.

"Why are you showing me this?" It was my answer to the question she had asked.

"I don't know, didn't you say you like muscles in a girl?"
"I never said that to you."

"But did you tell Claire?"

"What did she tell you?" I asked starting to bother with Brittany. Maybe Claire told her
everything.

"She told me enough, and I know you like it! Hi, Claire!!" Brittany finished her sentence by
looking over my shoulder with a surprised face and smiling at her friend.

Claire came into the room where we were. I turned, and my heart hit one strong beat that hurt.
At last, I was seeing the most important person there for me. Brittany got up and went to her
friend, like she hasn't done anything. Claire looked at her with an expression of doubt and then
looked at me and said, "Hey, Ken, you already came! So that's why Britt screamed, while I got
ready."

Brittany said something in Claire's ear, she laughed a little. Then Britt came out of the living
room saying, "They're calling me in the backyard! Claire! Bring Ken! Let's start this party!"

Claire laughing at her friend, replied "In a minute, Britt ..." and looked at me saying "I'm sorry!"
Without making any sound.

Claire was wearing a pink dress with straps. This time her dress came just above her knees and
I could see part of her thighs. She had well-divided thighs close to where they met her knees,
like those drop-shaped muscles on Brittany's thighs, only more evident in Claire. Claire's skin
was not as white as Brittany's, she was more tanned.

Claire's new dress showed more of her body. As if she wanted to bewitch me today by showing
me more of her beautiful muscular body. Today I could see more of Claire's legs than her arms
and shoulders. Even her cleavage was bigger and she wore a bra now!

She was wearing high heels, wow! How big her calves were looking from the front!

As Brittany went into the yard, Claire came to where I was sitting. Her shoes made a loud noise
with every step he took towards me. She wore a very delicate star-shaped earring in her ear as
she came up to me, and her smooth black hair was shining in the light of the room. Claire was
the only thing I wish I ever had in my life!

I got up from the couch to greet her.

"Hi." She smiled openly at me.

"Hi, happy Birthday!" I replied smiling back at her.

"I'm glad you came." Her eyes told me she was really enjoying seeing me.

"Your gift! I forgot your gift at my house!"

"It's all right, you can give me later, the important thing is that you're here today! I had doubts if
you would come."

How does she think I might not come? "Why? Is this because of the fight?"

"It's just that you haven't talked to me in school since that day! And I was afraid that you would
be angry with me after I took you out of my house like that. "

"I didn't speak with you because I was embarrassed, you defended me that day. And I told you
all that after, so I thought you were angry with me, actually I still think about that moment in the
kitchen."

"Seriously? In a good way, right?"

"Claire, you destroyed an older boy with a punch, for me. You always impress me, and
everything I said to you that day is true."

She started to flush. "I remember what you've told me, Ken, I've been thinking about that
moment in all these days. In our kiss ..."

Claire paused to think for a moment and continued, "I like you more like this, telling me what
you're thinking! I want to talk to you a lot tonight!"

She took my hand and gently began to pull me "Come! Are you hungry?"

Wow! My belly must have been full of butterflies! I did not feel any hunger, and maybe I could
even vomit what I did not eat!

Claire led me into the yard where the party was all arranged. The guests began to arrive and the
sound of the music and people talking increased a lot.

Brittany and Claire were having fun together dancing with their gymnastics buddies. I was not
much of a dancer and Claire understood that.

It was a wonderful evening, because Claire kept paying attention to me. She spent little time
with other guests and always came to me. She even introduced me to all her friends!

In a moment of the party, Brittany approached me saying "Hey big boy, why aren't you going to
dance? Claire must be wanting to see you. She must be crazy about you! I don't remember
seeing her so happy like this before!

I tried not to take too seriously what Brittany had to say. But that information was in my head. Is
Claire so happy today? And this is because of me?

Brittany, seeing no response from me, said, "Well, good luck to you both! Enjoy! I was already
tired of hearing Claire speaking everytime about you!"

"What? Since when she speak of me to you?"

"You're cute but not very smart, are you? She only talks about you all the time! Well, I can
understand her, but by God, she would not just shut up!?"

Claire liked to talk about me? She was just talking about me? This is unbelievable!

Brittany watching me quietly, she looked at me from head to foot and asked "Do you know who
is this person that she was going out with?"

I said scared "No! You know ?!"

"Oh, great! ..." With an expression of disdain, she continued, "You don't know either, but of
course you don't know! You don't notice a fly in your nose!"

Brittany was impatient, even rude.

"What do you know about this other person?" I asked trying not to be offended.

"Nothing! That's what bothering me! Claire tells me everything ... "she looks at me, and when I
look at her, she look away " ... Everything! But this I only discovered when I heard her in a call in
the locker room. She was talking some things a little ... "

Brittany stopped and glanced over at me. I was anxious for her to finish the sentence and asked
"A little what ?!"

"Never mind! I thought it was you on the phone talking to her!"

I did not even have Claire's number. We never talked on the phone!

"Listen, Ken! Do not tell Claire I told you this! She's going to be mad at me and I'm going to be
mad at you, and you do not want to see me angry at you!"

The blonde's eyes seemed menacing. I nodded as I thought about what Claire could talk on the
phone to this other person? What would this conversation be?
The party was almost over. Claire made her wish, broke the birthday cake, the guests were
starting to leave. But I would stay there until the end.

"Stay until everyone leaves, okay?" Claire asked as gently as possible from her.

And all the guests left. When Brittany was leaving, she came to talk to me, "Hey Big Boy, do not
forget, I'm your friend, too!" She was trying to remind me, friendly, of her threat. "Alright, bye
Britt!"

The party was over, and some people from Claire's family set up the house.

I began to help in what I could and as I carried some dishes into the kitchen, I hear Claire from
the top of the stairs calling me "Ken? Can you come up here?"

I left the dishes in the kitchen and hurried back up the stairs. I do not think anyone saw me go
up. Claire was there waiting for me at the top, she still wore the high-heeled shoes that made
her be at my height and her legs glittered with sweat.

"I'll show you my bedroom!"

Finally! Claire led me to her bedroom door. Her door had a colorful name and a picture of a
gymnast next to her name.

She opened the door for me, inviting me to enter with a smile on her face. I felt like I was really
getting into Claire's life now. Her room was the same size as mine, painted yellow and there
were stars in the ceiling. The first thing I saw was her bed, very colorful, warm, it was the bed
she slept every night, it was her bed! On the side was a desk with a computer she probably
used to study as well. Her entire room was very decorated with gymnastics things, which Claire
seemed to take very seriously because I saw medals, trophies and photos of her competing.

Finished to dazzle me with her room I turned to her, that was behind me in silence. Claire
closed the door to her room and I notice that there is a bar above the door for exercise. This bar
she can reach without much difficulty.

I noticed that Claire was breathing a little louder. Louder than usual. Nervous, maybe?
"I like your bedroom!" I Told her.

Claire now opened her beautiful smile and said, "I've wanted to bring you here since I came into
your bedroom on that day we met."

Really! Claire saw my bedroom the first day I met her, but it took me over a year to meet her
bedroom!

"Yeah, it's been a long time since we met. Isn't, Claire?"

"Yes, remember?"

"Of course I remember! How could I forget that day?"

Claire looked away from me and said, "We were 11 years old, remember? There was so much
going on and I could not imagine turning thirteen showing my bedroom to you!"

"Yes, I liked that you went to my bedroom that day, I still remember it as if it were yesterday."

"Do you remember what I was like before?" Claire said, looking back at me and coming closer.

"Yes, and now you look even more beautiful." I said, starting to feel my stomach twist.

"Ken, do you remember what I told you that day?"

"Not everything, exactly. What?"

"Well, I saw how you looked at me when I took off a shirt that I tore. You looked at me differently
from the other boys, I thought you might be different. I thought you were... "Claire took what felt
like an eternity to complete her Thought "I think you're handsome."

My heart was pounding now, was Claire declaring herself to me?

She continued because I didn't wanted to interrupt her "When I asked you if you liked my
muscles, you weren't disgusted, you didn't want to kick me out, you didn't speak ill of me, I
noticed that you had something different. And when I showed you my muscles, I said I'd give
you a surprise, remember? "

Now everything was clear, I remember perfectly. If I told her I liked her muscles, she'd give me a
surprise.

"Yes, Claire, I remember."

There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and she said "So ..." and flexed her biceps close
to me. Her arm was short, but very thick. Now in Claire's arm there were more veins jumping
around the contours of her biceps and especially in her forearm. She was exercising a lot this
year, as Brittany said. And after a year, that arm seems to have grown, in the amount of veins
and muscles leaping from her skin! In a way I even feared the strength that her arm seemed to
possess, it seemed menacing, but it was in that sweet and gentle girl with me. "... What do you
think of my muscles, Ken?"

Now I answered what I felt, "I think they're beautiful! Your body is beautiful, Claire, and I like
your muscles!"
Claire was happy with what she heard and said, "Since the day I met you, Ken, I felt more like
training. There was so much desire in me, as I never had, to try my best in my training. I think it
was because of you that I trained so much...And it was because of that training that today I am
like this ... "

Claire stopped talking and looked at herself. Maybe it was hard for her to open up to me too.
She was breathing heavily, and I think she even trembled. I could see some veins jumping in
her forearm, her fist was closed.

"... Today I am ... More ... Strong ... For you."

The words coming out of Claire's mouth were so powerful in me that I began to feel weak legs.

"... I have no more ... Another person" Claire said this, looking back at me with slightly red eyes.
"I like you, Ken ..." My heart exploded inside me

"... And I thought a lot about my surprise to you during these last days... "

I kept silent. My mouth was dry and my heart was jumping out of my chest.

"... Ken, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

This was the best day of my life!

My answer was bring my lips to Claire's lips. We kissed for a second. We stopped, she opened
her reddish eyes and also opened her smile, letting out the sound of her joy. With that I had said
yes to her, and she showing her joy, kissed me again, this time a longer kiss. Claire's lips were
so soft that I could spend all my time kissing them. As she kissed me, she wrapped her arms
around my shoulders and began to hug. Our first hug, and as a couple!

The feel of Claire's body next to mine was wonderful. Her body was warm, it was hard and I
could touch her back pressing her body against mine. As she was of my height wearing high
heels, my hands came very close to her butt. Area that until then I had never touched on a girl.

Now we were a couple ...!

What does a couple do ...?

Claire came out of our kiss and she seemed to be crying.

"I am so happy!"

"I'm very happy too, Claire!"

The smile would not leave her face anytime soon. We hugged and kissed each other again as
she said, "I was afraid you'd say no."

"Claire, I never liked a girl. I didn't know what it was until I met you."

"I also liked you as soon as we met. By the way, do you want to know what I really had to
surprise you the day we met?"

I had several new sensations in my body until there. I could not control my body and what
appeared to be butterflies in my stomach a few minutes ago were gone and now I felt something
just below my stomach.

"Of course I want to know!" I said as Claire stepped out of the embrace and looked at me
anxiously.

"I ... I would let you touch my muscles, wherever you wanted ..." My dreams were coming true!
My face of surprise and delight left Claire timid at the conclusion of her statement saying "... And
you could choose which part was your favorite."

She took my hand and guided it saying "My abs..." this time I touched her abs feeling every bit
of her six pack. They were stiff under her dress. I could feel the hard pack but the dress made
them slippery on my fingers.

Under my underwear started to tighten and it already bothered me. But at the same time it was
all such a good feeling that I did not want to Claire bother with anything, so I continued.

I did not have time to take advantage of her abs because Claire's hand did not release mine,
and guided me to another part of her body "... My biceps ..." She extended her arm and flexed
her biceps so I felt it . Claire's biceps was beautiful, huge on her arm. A mass of muscle that
tightened under her skin, and veins jumped from it. I touched and squeezed her whole biceps.
My hand could not cover it all and at its top was a small, even harder ball that I loved to touch
with my fingers and squeeze it. I tried to feel with my fingers the vein that went through her
biceps almost wanting to jump from her arm.

She released my hand and I was drawn to touch her forearm, thick and with a few veins leaping.
Claire said, "This is my forearm, my teacher said it gives me a firm grip on the bar, I've been so
keen to train lately that they're stronger nowadays. "I released her arm as she stretched it out
and began to close and open her fist very hard as she said," The girls taught me that
movement, look! The veins begin to grow! " The veins in Claire's forearm began to swell and
more and more veins appeared. "... you can touch it if you want." And I was touching her arm
with both hands slowly feeling every vein of her arm as she let it straight for me.

Claire took my hand again and with her arm still stretched out in my direction, turned sideways
and said "This is my triceps ..." and took my fingers to touch that wonderful muscle that formed
a cut in her arm. It was jumping so high on her arm that my fingers would stop as passed by.
"Wow! It's hard! I'm squeezing it with my fingertips and it looks like a rock!" Claire laughed
contentedly saying "Yeah, I love my triceps! No girl has one like mine in the gymnastics!"

Claire's triceps drew a parting with her shoulder muscle, which formed a large mass divided by
lines that moved beneath her skin the moment Claire made the slightest movement with her
arm. They were so well drawn on her shoulder that I had to touch with my both hands and feel
the stiffness and softness of her skin. "Do you like shoulders, Ken?"

My underwear getting tighter.

"I like yours."

Claire with a smile of satisfaction turned around again facing me flipping her shoulders and
letting me play with them. She looked at her shoulders as I admired them. Then she looked at
me and said, "Let me show you more!" And took my two hands and brought them down.

"Start here, look at my calves!" I knelt down and began to feel her hard calf muscles looking
from the front. Claire had a thick mass of muscle in her calf which made her ankle look thinner. I
touched her knee and went down, coming in the middle of her shin I did not resist and ran my
hands around her calves. I filled my hands with that muscle that was stiff because Claire was in
high heels.

Claire turned her back on me and I could see better. Even her calf showed veins and the
muscle above her ankle was so strong and thick that my hand stopped there and could only
cover half. I felt each calf muscle with each one of my hands. That hardness under Claire's soft
skin. Without saying anything, even with the high heel, she struggled to stand up more on tiptoe,
and her calf muscle moved higher and harder on my hand. I only thought about how incredible
that was in a girl!

"Come up more ..." Claire said as I pulled my hands up to her thighs. Am I allowed to do this? If
I'm Claire's boyfriend now, I think she'll let me touch her ... over her dress, won't she?

Not knowing if I was doing something right, Claire turned to face me. Now I was with my face
very close to her knees and the top of those thighs that hid under that dress. I touched her
knees that were very strong and I was afraid to raise my hands more. Claire's breathing was
high and her legs seemed to shake a little. Was I doing something wrong? Didn't she like it?

"Come ..." she pulled me up and kissed me warmly. She grabbed me hard. Claire was really
strong! And she pressed me against her body as she kissed me.

"It's going to be really cool to date you, Ken ..." She said with a smile on the corner of her lips
"... I'll finally be able to do everything I wanted with you." I did not know all of Claire's intentions
until that moment. But she definitely sounded like she had a million things in her head to do with
me!
We did not see the time pass, it was late and I had to leave. Claire's parents did not seem to
notice that we spent maybe half an hour in her room when we were walking down the stairs.

Claire leads me to the door of her house holding hands with me and happiness stamped on her
face.

"Thanks for everything, Ken!"

"Thank you, Claire. Tomorrow I'll bring your gift."

"You already gave me one today." Claire said, in a wide smile.

I, very happy, said "Tomorrow is Sunday, I can spend all day with you. If you want."

Claire said "Okay! See you tomorrow! My boyfriend!"

We kissed and I came back to my house.

Tomorrow is gonna be awesome!

Chapter 5

I hate changes!

Unfortunately my father has to work in another company, in another town. It was inevitable that
we would move to the town he worked for now.

With the change I would lose my contacts, my friends. The girl I was falling in love, Claire.

Claire was thin but athletic, I kind of prefer ... the athletic girls. God, I would miss that body! By
then, Claire was being the best girl I had ever been. We were pretty close to having a
relationship.

I still remembered the smell of the plum scent she wore. I already missed those blond hairs. I
also do have a preference for blondes.

While walking through our new home, I was dropping some things in the yard and back to the
moving truck to pick up more boxes. Moving from town! Always a lot of work to do!

On the way back to the truck, I see my brother and a new friend. Being a child is so much easier
to make friends!

"Hi, how are you?" I told the girl. She just looked at me saying "Hi." And bowed her head.
Maybe I intimidated her.

I headed for the truck and I took more things for the kitchen, my bedroom and living room. It was
a lot of work, but we had a much bigger house now. Not counting the huge backyard. I went to
leave more boxes in the backyard because they were huddled in front of the house yet. When I
got to the back door, my brother's new friend ran past me.

Nothing special happened that day. After dinner, the neighbors of the house next to ours came
to meet us. It was the Turners. We all stayed in the living room except for Ken, my brother,
probably went to sleep in his room.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. She was the girl earlier today!

"Hi, come in, what's your name again?" I tried to be receptive with her even with a little doubt if I
could be scaring her.

"It's Claire." She said smiling shyly at me. And then she looked away.

Wait, her name? What a coincidence!

"Pleased to meet you, Claire! I'm Zack!"

How the universe plays tricks. If she were a few years older ...

"My parents are here?" She asked in a beautiful voice! A little hoarse and ... What am I
thinking?

Her parents were supposed to be the Turners, so I guided her into our living room.

Before long, Claire asked for Ken and my mother took her to his room.

The night passed quickly. I woke up early in the morning of the next day and had breakfast with
my parents while Ken was still asleep. I returned to my room because I had the whole day to fill
with a big nothing. In the hallway I hear my mother yelling at Ken "... downstairs to have your
breakfast!" My mother was telling him.

"What is all this shouting?" I asked as I reached the door of my brother's room.

Ken was sitting on the bed, covering himself with a pillow. Is the pre-teenage years finally
coming to him.

I called Ken out because I was bored. We cycled through the whole neighborhood but at the
end of the day there was nothing much to do. It was annoying me to be out of money now, I had
to figure out a way to get money even on vacation.
At night, there was a dinner at the Turner's house. They invited us. My brother was in my room
while I was getting ready, he wasn't planning to go to the dinner and was looking disappointed.
"Why don't you go with us?" And he said "I don`t feel like it. There will be only adults at this
dinner." Well, it was not really a party, "But that girl ... Claire? Is that her name?" I asked
casually. Ken woke up "Will Claire be there?"

"Her name is Claire Turner. Where do you think she's going to be at Turner's dinner?" I said as I
left my room, leaving Ken to decide.

Arriving at the Turners' house, Claire herself met me at the door. In a flowered dress, Claire had
a very athletic body for such a young girl. Her arms showed that she did some physical activity
that demanded much of her strength, gymnastics? Athletics? She had broad shoulders, her well
developed deltoids. A face of an angel and the body that I hate to say, but I felt attraction. How
could I imagine that there would be such a young girl with characteristics that I like in a woman,
right here, living next to me?

She told me "Hi Zack! You can come in!" I just thanked her and went into her house. She leave
the house closing the door and I went for the Turners.

Everyone at dinner was very kind, I talked a lot to Mr. Turner. At the dinner table, I sat next to
Ken. Claire was sitting on the opposite side of the table and at times she was looking at me and
her face was flushed. She seemed to be a very shy girl to me. And with her reddish face and
dark hair, I found her even more beautiful. In a few years she would be a temptation to some
lucky guy, I thought.

After dinner, we talked a lot in the living room. When I went to look for the bathroom, I saw that
the backyard door was open, and the two of them, Ken and Claire, were fighting a arm-
wrestling. That's great! I thought, see how Claire's biceps reacts, how it can grow when she put
some effort. That girl had an great arm for someone so young.

I approached them as they fought for strength. When I arrived, Claire had lost to Ken. So I said
"Cool! Claire is not easy to beat, look at her arm! Congratulations Ken! Your opponent was
tough!"

Claire turned to me, her face flushed and timidly said "Do you want to play?"

I did not want her to feel uncomfortable with my presence. I replied trying to be friendly "Of
course! With who I go first?"

Claire pointed to Ken "He won, you go with Ken first! Then I go with whoever wins!"

Claire got up and sat down in her chair.

"Okay bro. Give me your best!"

Ken is a good brother, he's just too shy yet, which makes him a very quiet person. We were
closer a few years before and we played a lot, including arm-wrestling. Ken had never won, and
today was no different. He's not that weak, but he would know if I let him win.

When I lowered Ken's arm to the table, Claire said, "Now it's my turn!"

We prepared at the table, as her arm is shorter I had difficulty in positioning my arm
comfortably. Claire had that very serious expression on her face, I'm going to have trouble with
her. I tried to play with Claire, I released her hand and pulled the sleeve of my shirt showing my
biceps and saying "It's not just you who has a bicep, Claire! Give me your best."

I think I made things worse because now Claire was blushing again and did not take her eyes
from our glued hands again.

When the arm-wrestling began, that girl's biceps exploded in size, it was lovely to see that. I
knew I would face that strength so I played it seriously. Even so I was struck by Claire's
strength, the table did not seem to hold the weight of our hands struggling to knock over each
other. I said in a low tone "Woah!" Of the impressive strength this girl had.

With some difficulty, I won, that was incredible! "Awesome Claire!" I said after we finished our
fight.

It was time to leave, our parents were already leaving, I said goodbye to Claire "It was a
pleasure!" Squeezing her hand.

She finally replied by showing me a small smile on her face, saying "Okay"

I left home and it was a few days before I received a proposal.

My mother approached me at lunch "Zack, the Turners are without a babysitter, I told them I
was going to talk to you about it." Well, time to make some money. "Yes, I can do this, I'm in
need of more money, after all, it's for a little while, is not it?"

My mother replied, "Yes, and that girl, Claire, she's very kind. I even offered her to stay with us,
but the Turners said she needs to practice on home, or something of that sort. "

I still did not know what Claire was doing "What does she do?"

"I think she does gymnastics"

"It's all clear now. Dad, did you see that girl's arm?" I asked turning to my father.
"Yeah, I've noticed, maybe it's bigger than Ken's." He always liked to play with everyone.

"Leave him, Dad, Ken is not so weak." I tried to defend Ken without letting him answer, but he
stared at his plate seeming to be lost in thought.

The next day I went to the Turner's house early. Ken was still asleep when I left, so I did not call
him to join me. Arriving there I was received by Mrs. Turner, Mary is her name, she showed me
the house, indicated where I could prepare some food, handed me the keys and explained what
Claire could eat. She told me that sometimes Claire could spend a lot of time training and asked
me to check once in a while.

Mrs. Turner left, it was just me and Claire in the house. But Claire was still in her bedroom. I
waited an hour to get up to check if everything was okay with her because it was past waking.

I knocked on the door from her room and asked, "Claire? This is Zack, your neighbor, have you
gotten up yet?"

She came to open the door. Claire was comfortable in her house. She wore only a black shorts
and top, was barefoot and very sweaty. The sweat was down her neck and glowed on her skin
in a very sexy way. Her abs was carved! Claire had 6 plates there! I've never seen a girl have
an abs like that! At most a very skinny girl here or there, but that in Claire's abs were really well-
worked muscles! And not just someone very thin.

Claire breathed deeply and the sweat on her abs made everything shine and visible. The
divisions in her belly moved in a way that mesmerized me as she took a deep breath.

"Hi, sorry I was here, training," Claire said, wiping her sweat from the forehead with her hands.

"Okay ..." trying to sound casual and not care about that girl's body, control yourself Zack! "... If
you need anything I'll be down there"

I closed the door from her bedroom and that image stayed in my mind.

I was watching tv to try to forget it, but how to forget? She was just upstairs!

And it was no use, Claire came down the stairs, and went into the kitchen. She was filling her
water bottle but I heard a loud noise of something falling and breaking. I ran to the kitchen and
saw Claire crouched on the wet floor, gathering the shards of glass from a jar she dropped.

"All right, Claire, I'll clean it up, you can come out carefully because you're barefoot." But at the
time I said it, Claire had already a cut on her foot and was complaining about it. I ran and took
her in my arms. Her body was small, warm, but heavy. When I looked at her, I did not realize
that she weighed this much. I carried her to the kitchen table. Claire had an expression of
crying, but she didn't.
"Let me see the cut." She stretched her leg up to show me her cut foot, leaving her foot very
close to my face and high above her head. She's pretty flexible too!

I tried to focus on the cut and not on her thick, bent leg for me. Claire had muscles in her leg just
like girls who work out a lot and are a lot older than she is. How could I be finding this sexy?

The cut was starting to come out blood "We have to wash it!"

I grabbed Claire again in my arms, this time she faced me and hugged me, running her legs and
arms around me and leaning her head against my shoulder. I hugged her to give her more
firmness and my arms were able embrace more than her complete body, so small and now
fragile. I took her to a shower and started washing her foot.

At one point we exchanged glances and I stared at that angel's face as she told me with the
look that was in pain and she needed me.

I closed the shower and now she was naturally coming to hug me so I could take her wherever I
pleased. I took her to the sofa in the living room. So I said, "It's okay, it was just a small cut.
You'll look good in a few hours. It will not disrupt your training." I know this was a concern for
her.

Claire began to cry, hiding her face. It broke my heart. "Is it hurting, Claire?"

"No, it's because I'm not going to train, and I need to train! I've spent a lot of time doing nothing!
And the holidays are ending, and I'm too stupid to cut my own foot with this nonsense!"

A relapse of girls. This usually treats with chocolate. Where do I find chocolate here?

"It's all right, Claire, you did not hurt yourself so bad, look, the cut was not so deep! We've
cleaned everything, now I'll just put the curative and I promise you it will be fine in a minute"

"But I need to train! And my foot hurts!"

"You do not have to train now, look at your body! Who has a body like yours, definitely don't
have to worry about training right now." I said too much.

Claire looked only at her own foot. Her cheeks began to turn pink. Yeah, I said too much. Damn
you, Zack, you could not control yourself in front of this girl? Now I left her ashamed!

"I'm sorry, I did not want to embarrass you, Claire. Look, I promise you that you'll be fine to train
normally until tomorrow. Soon your foot will not even be hurting so much. And this won't bother
you while you do crunches or train your arms. " Again I must have said too much, I should have
stopped talking earlier. I lowered my head and started a bandage on her foot.
Claire stopped crying, now looking thoughtfully at her foot as I put the bandage on. "Thank you"
she said.

"See? You're okay! And I bet I'll find some chocolate in this house if you don't tell your parents."

I managed to gain a small smile from Claire's face. "There's a pot of chocolate cookies over
there ..." she said.

Cookies will do "... That will do!" And while I was eating a cookie, I took another from the pot
and handed it to Claire "Go ahead!"

She looked at the cookie saying "I can't!"

"Oh Come on, Claire! It's just between us!"

She smiled as she took the biscuit from my hand and began to eat it very slowly. I sat beside
her on the sofa, attacking the cookie jar.

Claire turned to my side and said, "Sorry to have caused that."

"Hey Claire, you don't have to apologize! I'm here for you! And who's going to need to apologize
is me, I'll have to explain to your parents how you've cut yo ..."

"You don't need to, I promise I will not tell them. They will not even know! I'll hide the curative.
You're cool, Zack. You're coming here tomorrow, aren't you?"

She did not give me much time to think about hiding the cut, "I think so, if your parents like me."

"I like it! I'll talk to them! I prefer you than Bertha!"

"Is Bertha your babysitter?"

"Yes, but she's not funny!"

"Okay, Claire, thank you!"

Now I had broken the ice with Claire. She was more open to talking to me now and we spent the
day very well, no more troubles.

When I got home at the end of the day, I was even excited to see Claire the next day. Ken told
me he was not interested in accompanying me. Well, I went back to the Turners' house the next
morning.
Mrs. Turner again received me at her house and left me with the keys. She said that Claire was
in the yard, so I went to say good morning to her.

Arriving in the yard, I saw Claire doing ab crunches very concentrated. I waited for her to finish
the series, and how long it took, I can't tell how many she did but I certainly would not have
done half of that. "Good morning, Claire!"

Standing up, she looked at me. "Good morning, I'll be there in a minute!"

I thought she was going to spend more time exercising. When I was on the couch watching TV,
Claire comes running up and jumps on my side on the couch, "Someone's got a good foot
today!" I've said.

She was very sweaty, "I don't feel anything on my foot!" And she stretched out her leg,
loosening it on my lap.

I had several sensations that I tried to control at that moment, because the leg that was on my
lap was from a gymnast. Her calf was being pressed and formed a mass of muscle that doubled
in size and seemed to make her ankle thinner. Her thigh had a very high quadriceps for her age!
I could see that teardrop muscle near her knee forming, that's hard to get!

It started to give me a hard on. I needed to control my instincts. I grabbed her ankle and lifted
her foot to take off the contact from her leg with me, and pretend to look at the cut. That did not
help. When I touched her ankle, Claire stretched the tip of her foot, leaving it horizontally, and I
could feel her hard calf muscle move, flexing the muscles of her thigh as well. I doubted if she
wanted to tease me about it. I had to bend over to see the sole of her foot, she continued as if
on her tiptoe and I said, "So I can not see the cut right, raise your foot further."

"Look what I can do, doctor!" Claire was in black shorts and top. Her clothing itself was very
provocative, but what she did sitting next to me, turning right at me, on the couch was cruel.
Claire lifted her leg I was holding by the ankle, fully upright! Continuing with the tip of her foot
now pointing to the ceiling, she placed a hand on her calf to hold her leg in that position. Her
hand did not cover all the calf muscle, as it was still possible to see the cut of that mass of
muscle between her fingers.

The sight of the muscles behind her thigh was wonderful, that girl really put a lot of effort into
working her muscles. I had difficulty to control myself.

"Impressive!" I said trying to sound inattentive that provocative sight.

"You're my doctor, Zack! I'm fine, I don't feel anything!"

"It was nothing, the cut was small. This isn't something that needs a doctor."
She lowered her leg and, thank God, stopped teasing me.

"Zack, did you ever do gymnastics?"

"No, I used to swim when I lived in another town."

"That's why you're so tall, I've heard that swimmers are tall!"

"Yeah, kind of ..."

"And Zack, what do you think of gymnastics?"

"I think it's a fantastic sport! You do unbelievable things!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, a lot!"

"You said yesterday that you find my body ... beautiful"

My heart was beating faster.

"well Claire, I think you're beautiful"

"Because?"

This was getting tricky to avoid "I just think you're a beautiful girl. But let's do something else?
Watch a movie?" And tried to get up from the couch, however, Claire took my hand saying "No,
wait, I want to talk to you!" And pulled me back to the couch.

"I wanted to understand, why the boys don't seem to like me? Am I ugly?"

"No Claire, you're a beautiful girl! The boys at your age still don't understand these things. You
shouldn't worry about that."

She insisted, "Is it my body? They always call me by some names, they say I'm like a man!"

"No! It's not your body, listen to what I'm telling you, boys at your age don't understand anything
yet! Your body is wonderful!"

She smiled shyly.

"I think ... A lot of people think ... A lot of women think you're cute ..."
Now I was ashamed. So that was why she always had her face flushed when she sees me.

Claire continued, "You're older, so what do you understand and the younger boys don't?"

This would not end up very well.

"They do not understand that you're beautiful, Claire! ..." and I tried to deflect the subject "...
Look, I'm going to look for a movie to watch, okay?"

Claire nodded and I finally managed to escape the conversation.

Almost every day I was attending the Turners' house even on Saturdays. And each day, Claire
kept more curious about her body and about other boys, as well as kept busy exercising
enough! We were closer each day, our friendship grew. Sometimes, I confess, it was hard to
keep myself in control, close to her when she shows those six packs, or when she was shining
with sweat, and her muscular legs and arms seemed to be even more cut! She was an
incredible girl in the way of thinking and acting for her age. She was more and more comfortable
with me and talking to me, too.

With a few days left to the end of her vacation, Claire arrived in the kitchen, where I was
preparing a sandwich. "Zack, is it true that boy's thing grow when they like a girl?"

Problems.

"What!?"

"They're like, really big?"

"No! ..." This 'no' was to make her stop talking "... I mean, where did you hear that?"

"My friend told me, she said it made a boy look like that. She's a little older than me."

I did not know what to say. Would I lie?

Claire continued as I was silently and thoughtfully, "Tell me please, Zack! You're the only boy I
can ask that!"

"I think it might be time for me to finish your curiosity, you're about to turn 12 and don't seems to
stop asking me questions. Sit down."

Claire sat in a chair in the kitchen and looked at me very anxiously. What was I going to say to
this girl? I sat down in another chair on the side and faced her. I tried to linger over it while I
thought about what to say but nothing useful came out.
"When we boys, feel something for a girl, our heart beats faster, we start doing things for her
that no one else would do. What your friend said is not what you should think of a boy."

"But then it's true, about that thing?"

"Not necessarily, Claire."

"And what do boys like about a girl, Zack?"

"Every boy can like something different in a girl. Maybe someone likes you like that, the way you
already are."

"Me? Like this?" Claire opened her smile and I said, "Yes, you!"

Claire jumped up from the chair and stood in front of me as I sat. She was barefoot, wearing a
short jeans, this time very tight between her thighs that seemed to make them thicker and with
her muscles showing beneath her skin with any simple movement she did on her legs and a
sleeveless blouse that covered her Abs. Claire made a double bicep pose and said, "Like this?
With muscles?"

It was getting harder to hold myself under my pants with that vision. Claire had her smooth,
loose black hair falling a little on her shoulders and down her back. The biceps she held for me
were gorgeous on that short, very thick arm, she could form two stones in her arms by flexing
those biceps. How that whole power was in that young body?

But she could not contain herself and flexed her arms more, putting more strength on her biceps
until her forearms trembled, and this made a peak pop-up on her biceps. I've never seen that
muscle so big on a girl in my life. Boys at my age could have a biceps like that, if they trained
hard. But Claire was only close to turning 12 and was a girl! I was already out of my control and
if I got up to leave it would be worse, a bulge could already be seen forming in my pants.

"Zack, do you like my body?" Claire noticed, she looked down at my pants, staring at it as she
continued with her biceps flexed.

I knew that was wrong, she was much younger. But my desire for Claire's muscular body made
me hesitate to say something to get it over with and run away. She did not wait long to speak

"I want to see." And she stepped out of her pose to rest her two hands on my thighs while I was
sitting. "Is it big, Zack?" Without waiting for me to respond, Claire quickly put one hand on my
chest. "Your heart is beating hard!".

I knew I should resist and even started to say "Claire ... Is better we..."

"Let me see please!" And with that she lifted her blouse and flexed her sixpack to me "Is that
what you like?"

I should not have looked. All the six slabs on her abs were hard in my direction. It was
perfection. My pants moved, I tried to cover the bulge with my hands. But Claire managed to
see it move before that.

"Wow, I did that? He's big down there, isn't it?"

I no longer knew what to say. I got up with one hand covering my erection and went towards the
door but Claire asked "Does that mean you like me?" And I stopped in my way.

"Yes, but I can't because you're too young for me." I had to surrender, it was obvious, even to
her.

"I let you touch my abs, if you want. It's okay for me." And Claire raised her blouse again
showing her abs that without being flexed already would envy any boy, including me, because it
was already possible to see all the six pack there. And I did not need much encouragement to
even touch it. I was curious to feel a girl's muscular body. I always liked the most athletic ones.

"It's ok, here ..." she said and came approaching me looking at her abs and flexing it. Damn it!
She was making it harder and more cut just for me! "... touch it."

With only one hand I touched her abs. The moment I touched my hand on her skin, Claire was
frightened and pulled away slightly. "It's cold!" My hands freezing with nervousness to touch the
abs of a girl so strong. I tried to touch her again, now she accepted my hand caressing her
abdomen as she flexed it to me. I could feel every curve and the tips of my fingers wanted to
enjoy every cut on her abs. I spent a few minutes lost in feeling those muscles so young in my
hands.

"You're amazing, Claire!"

I was in lust. I had to tell her.

"Claire, you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone what you've saw here today,
nothing, otherwise we will be in a very, very, very big trouble. And we will not be able to see
each other ... "

"Okay." Claire said seriously looking at me. She was smart, she knew what she had done. She
knew this would bring me problems, maybe I did not know the size of the problems! But she
knew the importance of keeping our secret.

From that day on, my relationship with Claire was totally different. We hid our secret all the time,
and I had many more reasons to offer my services to the Turners and even go to their house
earlier some days.
Claire seemed to enjoy herself and liked to learn new ways to play. She exercised every day
and said she wanted to be strong for one person. I assumed the person was me.

Some time after school started, it was Claire's 12th birthday. Ken went with me and the party
was pretty normal. Some girls stared at me, but I only had eyes for Claire. I decided to leave the
party, but Ken stayed. Claire agreed to meet me at the exit and hide from everyone in the party
in a place where there would be no one.

When we met I kissed her. I was lost, falling in love with that girl. I ran my hand all over her body
and she touched me like a woman.

I could not resist and I said "Claire, I'm really liking you"

She stopped and stared at the ground, quietly.

"You don't like what I said?"

"It's okay, I like it. But we can talk later. I have to leave, the guests, my friends, my parents ...
Ken is still at the party, isn't he?"

"Yes, that's okay, you can go. See you later." I felt for the first time a disappointment with her.
Claire returned to the party and in the days that followed I tried to follow my routine of going to
school and not thinking so much about these things.

After a few days, Claire and I were alone in her house again, the moment she saw me, she
came all the way in my direction and jumped onto my lap, closing her legs around my waist and
her arms over my shoulders. Giving me a kiss! I thought she had thought of what I said and
decided that she liked me.

Claire was a lover sometimes affectionate, sometimes brute, sometimes fragile, sometimes
strong. The months passed and I taught her many things and also learned some things from
her. Even sometimes we talked on the phone, and were not simple conversation.

I did not have any other girl that impressed me so much. Claire was getting more and more
experienced and doing things that maybe would be impossible for mostly girls. I was a lucky
guy.

But not with all the luck. Near to complete 1 year together, Claire was different with me. And it
was one day, near her 13 birthday, that I arrived at her house and she was crying. I felt that it
was our time to finish what we did not even know what it was.

I hate changes. It was sad, I cried myself. We promised not to tell anyone, everything we went
through was wonderful. But now I should move on, so as she.
Now Claire was going to make other lucky guy very happy.

Chapter 6

It was a fine Sunday morning. Yesterday's party gave me the joy for my whole life. The girl I met
a year ago and fell in love, was now my girlfriend. Usually I do not like Sundays, but this Sunday
was especially beautiful!

Even the fact that I woke up again with wet shorts, which oddly did not look like pee, took away
my happiness.

I went down to breakfast as fast as I could. I wanted to go to Claire's. I needed to see my

girlfriend soon.

"Calm down! What's the rush?" Said my mother watching me eat my pancakes faster than my
mouth could chew. And yet I did not feel hungry.

"Hey Ken, how was the party yesterday?" Claire was okay? " Zack asked me with a reddish
nose of the flu.

"Yes. She was very beautiful yesterday."

"OK nice." Zack did not seem very enthusiastic

"I need to give her the gift I forgot to deliver yesterday!" I said getting up from the chair and
picking up the gift wrap. I hurried out of the house while my mother grumbled something as
soon as I closed the door. I ran to the next house with the small gift package in my hand.

I rang the bell and Mr. Kennedy came and opened the door for me.

"Good morning, Ken, so early here, did you come to see Claire?"

"Yes, I came to deliver the gift to her."

"She's in the kitchen, come in!"

My eyes filled with anxiety to see my girlfriend when he let me in her house. I already knew the
way to the kitchen, it was just there, I was only a few meters from seeing that beauty again. And
this time she was mine.

"... very lean, look your muscles are all appearing!" I heard Claire's mother, Mrs. Mary, saying
something like that.
"I like that, Mom, and I'm not thin, I'm even stronger!" "Oh, hi, Ken!" Claire watched me enter the
kitchen, opening that lovely smile on her face.

She had her hair tied in a ponytail. She was barefoot, in pink shorts and a blue blouse with no
sleeves. Casually, in her house, as it should be. I saw Claire now in her day to day. I would now
be part of her day to day! That was fantastic!

Claire's muscles, as always, jumped at my eyes. I had never seen another girl who had a body
with muscles as defined as her body. It was too much to see her sitting on the kitchen table
eating an apple while talking to her mother. Her legs, those ankles that seemed thin to hold all
that big, thick calf that showed even from her front view. Her thighs exhibited those magnificent
muscles I did not imagine a person could possess. When you are 12, almost 13, and you are
inexperienced with regard to muscles in a body, you are impressed if there is a simple muscle
exhibiting, dividing, the body of a girl. Lucky for me, Claire had several cuts splitting her whole
body!

The outfit she wore allowed me to see part of her shoulders in that rounded shape, which I
already thought I saw muscles like that in a few boys, but seeing Claire's muscles were all
unmatched. Everything about her was beautiful. Muscles on Claire's body were like painting of
perfection. I really enjoyed seeing that my girlfriend had muscles! Even bigger muscles than
older boys!

Her forearm gripping the apple caught my attention through a large vein leaping. She seemed to
hold that apple too tightly. Why would she hold so tightly, an apple?

"Hi Claire!" I have learned to respond more appropriately. "Hi, Mrs. Mary!" And also the mother
of my girlfriend! In other times, I hardly talked. "How are you?" And that was all my breakthrough
in communication in the last few days.

Claire just looked at me smiling as she chewed a piece of the apple. Mrs. Mary replied, "I'm fine,
Ken! Thanks for asking! How are you? What about your family?"

"We're fine, Zack is just having the flu, but he's going to get better."

"I really like Zack.I found it a shame he could not work with us anymore. I was here talking to
this young lady about not being eaten almost anything ..." Claire listening to her mother, she
looked at me making a Face of disdain for what she heard and raised her hand holding the
already bitten apple beginning to flex her biceps to show her mother that she had large muscles
in her arm, and great health for those who apparently was not eating almost anything. And she
flexed her biceps more and more, looking mostly at me, displaying a muscle ball on her arm, a
smile on the corner of her lip and a raised eyebrow as if asking me if I liked what I saw.

As she flexed her biceps showing off to her mother, and especially to me, Claire squeezed that
apple in the palm of her hand. I could see that in just a few seconds when she flexed her biceps,
putting strength in her hand holding that apple, Claire simply squeezed that fruit as if it were
nothing too much! Sure the apple was already bitten. But it broke in Claire's hand in a matter of
2 to 3 seconds!

"I'm eating very well mom. See? I'm still strong! Now let me finish this thing, I need to talk to
Ken."Claire got down from the table and began to pick up and eat the pieces of apple that fell on
that surface hastily as she tried Clean up some of the mess she caused with that quick show of
strength and ... health!

"Alright! Come on!" She said, looking at me and taking my arm "We'll be in my room, mom!"

"Open doors, dear!" Her mother screamed as we climbed into her room. Claire's family did not
see any problem on a total stranger like me, climbing up to her daughter's room to be alone.
They only asked that, at least, the door to her room be open. They were very nice people, and
they did not implicate too much about their daughter's attitudes. After all, they knew Claire was
a good girl. Was not?

I did not know if Claire had time to tell anyone else we were dating. After all it was so fast last
night she brought me to her room for the first time and ...

"I'm so happy, Ken!" Claire would tell me smiling as she looked at me holding my hand in the
door of her room. That look, those dark hair, those muscles on her shoulders. Was her hand
cold, or was my hand cold? It was all so wonderful, we would have a lifetime ahead of us.

I would have a lifetime to enjoy Claire's company!

"I'm happy too, Claire," I said, smiling in the midst of my joy of seeing that beautiful girl in front of
me now as my girlfriend.

"My stomach is so strange lately, I do not feel hungry! And when I see you, it looks like it gets
worse and sometimes it hurts!" Claire said this as she held my icy hand, she was pulling at her
abdomen wanting me to feel something, I guess. And I touched her abdomen over her blouse.
Even with the tissue covering her muscles I could feel how hard her belly was. She kept my
hand on her stomach, as if hoping that I would heal the strange pain she felt in her stomach. In
fact, I had felt this same pain for some time, and it was always when I saw or thought about
Claire.

"Your hand is cold! And what's in your other hand there?" She can seems beautiful by saying
anything!

"The gift I forgot to bring to you yesterday. Here!" I handed the small package to her, I was
ashamed to offer such a small and simple gift. But it was bought with my allowance money.
Well, that was the best I could get at that moment.
"Oh, I can not believe you even brought me a present!" Claire picked up the package with great
enthusiasm and began tearing it up quickly. In it, she found wrapped in a small piece of plastic a
silver necklace. A necklace with two small delicate and simple stars.

"Oh my God, this is so beautiful, I loved it! Thank you, Ken!" And she hugged me. A hug from
any other girl would be very delicate and soft. But Claire hugging with enough emotion is quite
different. She gave me a strong hug wrapping her arms around my neck, looking very clumsy
with her strength, she choked me while making me very happy to have enjoyed my gift.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you ..." she said while still hugging me "... I will use
whenever we're together!"

I was getting happier!

"Come, let's go inside!" Said opening the door of her room to me.

Claire sat down on her bed as she stared at the necklace smiling and started to put on her neck.
"Let me help you ..." I said, and She turned her back to me and pulled her ponytail away so I
could stick it on her. "...Alright!" I said and pulled away. Claire turned to me, but did not take her
eyes off that necklace with a smile on her face.

After a few seconds she looked at me

"I like your smile." Now I could say that without any shame, couples talk like this?

She returned the compliment saying "I like your hair!"

I kept praising her, "I like your hair, too."

Claire "And I like your face, I've always found you handsome!"

"I love your voice." And it's true, her voice was so beautiful!

"And you like my arms?" Claire said, now approaching me with that look of who was reading me
completely. Why did she do it? Why did my hands always sweat and tremble when I saw her
like that? Is this loving someone? Shake? Feeling stomach aches?

"I ..." Should I measure my words? "... I think I'm crazy about your muscles."

Very subtle Ken!

Claire changed her expression! Did I surprise her?

"Really?! ..." she said still surprised "... and which part do you like most about ... my muscles?"
Courage, Ken! "I think ... All your body is wonderful ... But the part that impressed me the most
was the first one you showed me. I had never seen abs like yours. From that day on I always
thought of you and what you did to me. "

"So, it's my abs? I have well developed deltoids too, you know? I love how they divide ..."

Claire spoke of what I knew only as the well developed muscles of her shoulders.

"... I love to see in the mirror when I turn my back, look!"

She had her back to me raising her arm and flexing her biceps I saw all those muscle
formations on her arm joining with her shoulder that was practically bigger than her biceps in
that position. I could only think that I had a girlfriend who owned all this. All those muscles I've
never seen in any kid my age or even a few older ones. My girlfriend was the strongest girl in
school!

"What do you think?" Claire asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"I think you are pretty!"

She opened her smile at my compliment and said, "That's what I like about you, Ken. You
always know how to say the right words to cheer me up. And you like the way I am."

Of course I like the way she is! Look at that bicep, and that shoulder, or what she called a
deltoid! And my girlfriend exhibits just for me!

"I've liked you for some time, Claire, even before you grew up, before you got stronger."

"And I could already beat you at that time!"

I felt a certain fear of hearing this from her, because it seemed that Claire was demonstrating
her superiority to me at that moment, "You beat ... Me?"

"Yeah, I was stronger than you before, remember that armwrestling I lost to Zack? Well, I didn't
want to throw all my strength at you, but you seemed pretty easy to knock over."

My reaction was just to issue an "Oh ..."

"I'm sorry, Ken, I don't want to bother you but I let you win, I didn't use all my strength there."

I still had my jaw dropped and my gaze was lost, thinking that I would not reach that girl's
strength. The strength of my own girlfriend.
"Well, against your brother I couldn't win the armwrestling that day. I really tried, but I didn't ..."

It would be a bit comforting to hear if she did not go on, "... But after that, I trained a lot, and
tried to do weight training during gymnastics. We played that again other day here, and I won!"

"No way!" No way I said!

"Really, ask Zack!" Ask Zack, she said !?

"You are awesome!" She is amazing!!

"You know, let me see something." Said Claire kneeling on the floor near her bed and calling
me "Come here on the other side." Did she want to test her strength in a new armwrestling with
me? I'll be massacred by this girl! She would not being mean to me, would she?

I used all my masculinity to avoid confrontation. "You said yourself that you were stronger than
me!"

"I know! But I want you to use both hands!" Claire said this as if it were easy for me. Being
humiliated by a girl in the strength contest using my two hands.

"I won't tell anyone, Ken! And maybe you'll win! I don't know!"

I thought well during my five seconds of honor that I still had.

I will lose.

I knelt down and our hands joined.

"Use both hands, Ken." She knew I would not be a match with only one hand. Her biceps
already showed that vein coming up the middle of her arm and her muscle involuntarily
contracted being larger than my own when I flexed.

I placed my other hand over our hands. Claire closed her expression and said "You can start!"

I think I spent some more time wondering if there were any counts, but Claire just wanted me to
force myself into her arms so she would try to match whatever I did.

And we started! Or rather, I started to put some energy there!

Immediately, Claire's biceps strengthened and grew right under my eyes!

Claire was really growing her muscles throughout this year because I've never seen her arms
that big.
Her strength seemed too much to me. The moment I forced both of my arms to try to knock over
the only arm Claire was using, I managed to move, perhaps, for less than an inch, and
immediately felt an inexplicable force managing to bring both my arms into defeat. Claire did not
seem to be joking to use all her strength and I did not want to lose either.

I tried to get all my strength, even what I did not know to have. Claire was using only one arm to
show her strength. My arms were already halfway to being knocked over the table. This is
happening all so fast! I thought: How can I lose so easily?

At the same time my body already seemed to surrender the strength of that single arm of Claire
I also thought: Do I really have a strong girlfriend like this?

Claire's arm was already coming down, taking both my arms together, at a constant speed now.
Now would be the moment when I should face what I already imagined. Claire is a lot stronger
than me.

The few inches that separated my hands from being pushed to Claire's bed were a little harder.
I still did not want to lose, and futilely I gave up all my effort to try not to be overthrown. This only
delayed the inevitable. Claire, with a fixed stare in our hands, continued to put her relentless
strength, seeming to seek even more power, clenched her teeth and her biceps seemed to
change in size. She really wanted to knock me down and I could not do anything else.

My two hands touched the surface. I was defeated. I did not know if I felt bad about losing
Claire. Or if I felt good, for losing to my girlfriend!

"You were very difficult!" Claire stated as she smiled at me.

"Yeah, but you beat me while I used my both arms! I lost to my girlfriend's strength! And you
didn't even try too hard! "

"I love hearing you calling me your girlfriend." Claire still smiled at me graciously speaking that. I
melted and fell silent with my thought interrupted by that smile of admiration for me.

Was she admiring me, even after I had been humiliated by her strength?

"It's almost like a dream to be together with you, and now I can call you my boyfriend!"

I guess I should be saying something like that to her. Because she always been a distant dream
to me. I never imagined that one day my first girlfriend would be a girl like her. Which is stronger
than me and can easily beat me in a fight. How lucky I am to be on her side!

"I like being your boyfriend." I spoke a little shyly after Claire's statement
"And I like being your girlfriend!" She spoke as she climbed onto the bed and came over to give
me a kiss.

We were a happy couple.

It was a wonderful Sunday. When I left Claire's house it was night.

At the door, saying goodbye, Claire finally grabbed me hard by giving me a kiss and squeezing
me with her arms while I was still trying to process what she was doing. I wrapped my hands
around her firm back as Claire practically lifted me from the floor as she kissed me and hugged
me.

After the kiss, I was a little out of breath.

"I loved spending the day with you today!" Claire said with radiant joy. Did she said "Love"?

"I really enjoyed being with you, Claire!"

"Will we go to school together tomorrow?" I could see in her eyes the hope that I would answer
yes to this question.

"Of course!" I said with my smile open.

"I'm not going to the gym early tomorrow because I want to be with you! I can't wait to hang out
with my boyfriend at school!"

We smiled at each other and I left, but still eager to spend the rest of the night with her.

I had to try to sleep just thinking about her.

The next day was school day. My first day at school dating Claire.

I left my house earlier than I used to, even my mother found strange all my haste. I walked,
almost ran, to the house next door to ring the bell. But before I got to the door, it opened. Was
Claire, so beautiful. I'm a lucky boy!

The weather was strangely cold, so she wore a sweater that hid her skin and muscles. But I
could still see the strong appearance her body had with broad shoulders and thin waist, arms
and legs rigid. Claire was a top-level athlete. And I was dating her!

We headed toward the school with conversations and smiles that would not stop until we
entered the class. Maybe everyone realized we were dating. Was it written on our foreheads
that we were together?
Maybe no one noticed and just believed it was friendship.

I sat on my chair next to Will while my girlfriend was supposed to sit away from me because of
the selective process of chairs in the classroom.

Then I had my confirmation that for the others, I was not yet dating Claire:

"Man, Megan is wearing a bra now! Look!" It was Will trying to introduce me to the breasts of
another girl sitting across the room as I felt myself cheating on my girl just to hear him saying
that. Will still has not realized that I have a girlfriend. If he does not know, then no one has too!

"What?" I asked, still pretending I did not understand the subject.

"Megan, look at that!"

"I won't look!" I preferred to look at Claire. When our eyes met, she waved at me and I returned
the gesture.

"What was that?" Asked Will, now watchful.

"I'm just ..." I lowered my hand quickly "... Forget it, Will! You'll never get a girl if you don't go talk
to her!" A subtle change of subject for Will not ask me what was happening between me and
Claire.

"You who's not going!" Spoke an offended and deceived Will.

The day at school was normal. Except for my insecurity in showing that I was dating. Claire
looked natural, unlike me, and spoke to me affectionately when we were together.

In the last class of the day the looks of the people at me were already different. I could see the
class girls smiling at me. Girls I had not talked to before now gave me looks and smiles that
seemed to say they knew something!

"Are you dating?" Megan asked me. She had never addressed me to ask any questions! She
approached my desk, in front of me, maybe she'd never stepped on that floor before. Now she
was coming to me with a question like that?

Will looked at me in surprise for the approach of his seventh-grade muse!

"What? Who?" What a casual way to talk, Ken! And how did she know that?

"I've heard rumors that you and Claire are dating, is that true?"

"Well, I ..." I guess now I can not deny anything else. "...Yes we are."
"Nice!" Megan smiled at me and stepped out of my way and returned to her seat while Will
stared at me, not believing in what just happened.

"What was she talking about?" Asked a Will near kneeling at my feet.

"Me and Claire, we're dating." All right, I managed to speak naturally now!

"Wow, man, you could've told me before, all those looks, and you're always together! I realized
something different today! And why did Megan want to know?"

He had to talk about Megan again.

"I don't know, Will, ask her next time!"

Will kept silent, looking at Megan. Thinking of whatever his mind can think of. Then he turned to
me and asked,

"You like some muscles, don't you?"

"Hey, cut it out man! It's nice! Claire is nice!"

And yes, I love some muscles!

Day after day I got used to having a girlfriend. And I was getting distant from other people at
school, including Will, and kept spending more time with Claire.

A few weeks passed. And my time was all for Claire. I kept talking to Will. But he must have
missed our friendship.

Almost a month of dating. I'm in the dining room sitting next to Claire and Will sits next to me.

"Halloween party, my house, Friday! You must go!" Said an excited Will.

"Cool! I'll be able to wear my costume!" Claire said excitedly.

I did not know yet what I could use. But I agreed to go to my first party with Claire.

"We'll be there, Will!"

It was hell to find a costume that pleased me! Claire already seemed to have a costume in mind
but she would not tell me what it was. No matter how much I insisted.

Coming the day of the party, my costume was a pirate. A boot, torn pants, a cool hat and an eye
patch. I went to Claire's house to get her and go to the party at Will's house. I rang the doorbell.

Claire opened the door, she was ready. Dressed in. Pirate too ?!

Pirate? For a girl? Claire was really different from the other girls. Her pirate outfit disappointed
me. It covered most of her body, not leaving even a part of her arms or legs for me to see. She
did not have a cool hat, but there was a small parrot on her shoulder. I should lie:

"Pirate! Cool!" I said trying to sound impressed.

"Let's go pirates!" Claire burst into laughter.

"We're a couple of pirates." I said discouraged for fear of embarrassment at the party.

We took a long walk holding hands to Will's house. From far away we could hear the loud music
of the party.

Will met us at the door of his house, I could not hear much of what he said. But he pointed to
the kitchen where there was food, to the room where people were dancing and to the stairs, I do
not know why.

Claire wanted to dance as soon as she entered. I was dragged by her to dance too, But dancing
is not my thing.

It was a fun party. We were able to tighten the bonds of friendship between me, Claire and Will
tonight. Maybe now we would be the three friends.

Claire danced a lot during the party. By the time we left, she still seemed willing to dance more.

We said goodbye to Will, and returned home. Holding hands. Claire's hand was wet, and icy as
well. It was cold that night, but Claire had sweaty hands? Maybe from all the dancing!

She did not talked much on the way back. We arrived at the door of her house and she turned
to me:

"I want you to come with me, Ken."

Innocently I said "Okay!"

Claire opened the door of her house rather slowly. Her father was sitting on the couch watching
TV with his back to us. Claire turned to me and made a gesture for me to be silent.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home now!" Claire shouted.

Her father turned to her, and seeing only one pirate said:

"Hi honey! How was the party?"

"It was okay, Dad."

Claire then held my hand and led me running up the stairs to her room. I understood that she
did not want her parents to see me go up to her room. But why all this? What did she want with
me?

I went into Claire's room and she locked the door behind me. This was getting weird for me. But
at the same time I liked and felt a mixture of fear, anxiety, adrenaline and joy.

She then asked me:

"Stay there! Looking at the window! And don't turn back! I have to do something." I obeyed
promptly.

I stared at the window of her room. Then at the ceiling of her room.

"Don't peek!" She said as she watched my head move.

I could hear sounds from the door of her closet, clothes being changed. Was she taking off her
clothes for me? I thought I'd say something. But what would I say? Was she taking off her
clothes without me seeing her? I had to see this! But she asked me not to!

It seemed like forever. I could not turn to look until she left. I heard Claire's bare feet touching
the floor.

"You can look."

I do not believe I'll see Claire entirely, say, free! In my head there was a confusion of thoughts,
passed on several memories of movies I've seen with women showing their breasts while I tried
not to focus on them. My body was turning to see Claire's body, or whatever she had to show
me. My mind told me not to ruin the moment. But how I c ...

"Unbelievable!" I do not know if I said this or if I just thought to say.

Claire was still dressed. But now she wore another costume.

She wore a blue, tight, collant, a short skirt of that characteristic red, and bare feet.

She was wearing a Supergirl costume.

The collant covered her entire upper body, arms, breasts, belly. In the middle was that huge
supergirl "S". But the skirt she wore was only half her thighs!

I've seen many girls wearing supergirl costumes, even today I've seen a few. But Claire wearing
this costume was totally different from the other girls. Because Claire had muscle showing all
over her body. Even under the blue collant I could see the cuts on her arms. I could see part of
her six pack under that tissue!

Her legs showed pairs of thighs barely covered by that red skirt, as I had never seen Claire's
thighs before! Her legs were much smaller than mine but they surely were a lot stronger!

I could see more clearly now some muscles in her thighs moving as Claire tried to position
herself as a super heroine. Her beautiful, bare feet lined the floor and I could see some cuts
from her calf even looking straight from her front.

Claire still had her hair tied, and as she let go of them to start falling on her shoulders and back,
I feeled more in love with that girl. Like I'd never felt for anyone. And I had strange feelings for
all that, again. I felt very cold in my stomach. But I also had other sensations all over my body.

Maybe it was a man thing. I was falling more in love with that girl. If it is possible. Things in me,
in my whole body, came because of that sight. And I could not control myself. I did not want to
control myself, I was enjoying it!

"I'm Supergirl!" She spoke as she had her hands on her waist in her super hero pose.

"Fantastic!" That's what I got to talk while my head was trying to absorb what was happening.

"So, you like Supergirl?" she asked me.

"I like you!" Good one! I'll have to write that down!

Claire's face was flushed and smiling.

"Look!" And then turned her back on me

Claire stared at the door to her bedroom, and right up there was a bar to do pull ups.

She jumped, reaching for the bar, and started doing pull ups easily.

"Let's pump my muscles a little!"

Claire said as her back showed muscles dividing her whole body even under the collant!

"What will you do?" I asked as I looked down at the thick, muscular legs of my girlfriend climbing
and descending into the air.

"I'm getting stronger for you. Don't you like my muscles like that?"

As she went up and down doing pull ups.

"I think you're already a lot stronger than any girl at school"

Claire stopped at the top of the bar with her arms flexed. I could see her arms grow and tighten
the sleeve of the collant there. She went down to the floor and turned to me. She did not say
anything, just approached me. Her height was just up my chin. I was growing fast in height and
Claire was growing in strength.

She lifted one of her arms and flexed her biceps for me. With her other hand she took my hand
and brought it to touch her biceps with a serious and determined expression.

Claire's biceps rose underneath the fabric, making me see the curves in her arm perfectly. That
little ball formed underneath that blue cloth and when she brought my hand to touch it I could
feel how hard that muscle was.

"I want to be stronger than any boy at school too." Claire said seriously looking at her biceps.

And immediately she put more strength in her arm, closing his fist more, I could feel the peak of
her biceps pull even more the fabric. And on the palm of my hand, which was on top of that, I
felt as if I were touching a stone.

I put my hand all over her arm, taking advantage that I could do it now, because Claire wanted
me to!

"This is just one Supergirl's arm! You can feel both arms!"

She flexed her other arm for me. Of course I took my other hand to touch each of her biceps
and feel that softness, and as I tightened I felt the hardness under that fabric. Raising my hands
to her broad, stiff shoulders, so beautiful in that Supergirl outfit. Claire looked with satisfaction at
my face, while I was impressed by that sight, and pushed her hair from her shoulders so that I
could feel them.

"Your hands are freezing." Claire said while I was hypnotized and very tense.

I felt chills in my body as I watched her show off to me like that. I could never imagine that I
would be in this situation with the girl who I was been ashamed to approach for a long time.
Now I could touch her muscles while something different rose in me, and I knew I could not
control my body either.
My arms wrapped around Claire's waist, and I pulled her hard and firm body closer to me. I
wanted to take my face toward hers, I wanted to give her a kiss.

Our mouths touched. I did not control myself and at the same time did not believe in what was
happening. I did not feel my legs but I kept on my feet as my arms tightened Claire's body
closer to mine while she still had her biceps flexed for me.

It was amazing!

I had never felt that before!

Claire stopped flexing her arms and lowered her hands to my waist, hugging me now too.

She squeezed me hard. And our lips were parted. I began to be lifted off the ground. Claire was
lifting me off the floor with her embrace.

"You're lightweight for Supergirl ..." she said while lifting up a bigger kid than she is, easily "... I
want to see if I can do something."

Claire set me down very slowly and gave me a kiss. Then jumped again at the pull up bar, and
with her back to me said:

"Get on my back. I want to lift the weight of us both." She spoke seriously and decisively.

I was approaching those broad and strong back, while I wondered if she really could lift us that
way. I could barely make 5 reps with my weight!

I laid my hand on her shoulder:

"Okay, Claire, I'm going up."

I jumped to grab her, and managed to climb onto her back. Claire was awesome. She seemed
steady holding the bar as my weight pulled me to the ground so violently for me that I tried to
hold on to Claire. With that I put a lot of weight on her as I just heard her breathing strong and
concentrated.

"Are you ready?" Claire wanted to make sure if I was alright in the middle of her voice that
seemed to be struggling with effort. Of course she was struggling! She was holding like twice
the weight she was accustomed to!

"Can you really do it?" I did not hear an answer.

Our bodies began to be lifted up to the height of the bar. Claire was raising us both!
She grunted as she brought us up. She raised us! Claire had a lot more strength in her arms
than I had imagined!

We went down and she immediately brought us up again! It was already two reps!

I wrapped my legs around her waist to support me better as she lowered our bodies again.

For a third time she grunted and lifted us into the bar again until her chin almost touched the
equipment. I felt the warmth of Claire's body rise as she made that effort to get us up there. I
could feel my body also heating up at that moment. Claire was not looking like a little girl, my
sweet girlfriend. She was looking like a woman, who knew what she wanted, knew what she
should do, and knew how to conquer. Claire knew the strength she has to get us up and then
she grunted louder and tried to get us up a fourth time.

Now she lifted us up more slowly. It seems that we have reached a limit for all that strength . I
thought it was great to have such a strong, muscular girl carrying me on her back. Halfway up
we were stopping and Claire arms were huge with her biceps bouncing under the blue fabric
and her triceps marking Supergirl's outfit. They were shaking from the effort she was trying to
pull through but could no longer pull us up beyond that point. Claire moaned still and her entire
body was now shaking.

She brought us down to the floor. I was still fully on her body and my legs around her waist
tightened on Claire's body with all the strength I had to hold myself.

With her feet on the ground, Claire did not seem to care about my weight on her body yet. She
was breathing hard and her body was warm.

"That was incredible, Claire!" I was getting more and more in love with her.

I tried to get down from her back, but she grabbed my legs and brought them back to support on
her waist.

"I won't let you leave me yet."

She lifted both her arms and made a double bicep while I was still hanging on her back! Just to
show me how strong she was. Claire knew more and more about what I liked.

"Do you see them? Do you like them?" I could not see her face as I heard these questions. But
she was talking about her biceps.

"I love them!"

I think I saw Claire's cheeks smile and turn pink.

"I love hearing that."

She carried me and threw me on her bed. I fell sitting on the mattress and Claire quickly turned
to me and kissed me. I felt my heart beat hard. No one ever made me feel like this. Is this ...

"I love you, Claire!"

Now my heart was almost jumping out of my chest. Claire's eyes sparkled and she had a
beautiful smile on her face. Her hands cupped my cheeks.

She gave me a different kiss, I could not rate many kisses because I had not kissed many
people up there. But in that kiss I felt, what maybe people should call, passion.

"I love you, Ken! I've always loved you!"

I do not understand how certain things work between men and women. My life before meeting
Claire seemed to turn into a big blank page. Everything before having that moment with her
seemed to lose its importance. After that night, would I become a man?

Yeah, I think so!

I left her house watching the night with the most beautiful starry sky of my life.

My life next to Claire would be different. And I loved that idea!

Now we'll be together, forever!

I think so…