My Life with a Muscular Cheerleader

Quickly, I grabbed the bar and guided it back to the rack.

Patti got to her feet, her face lit up with her radiant smile as she gushed,

"A new personal best, 205! For reps. Yes!"

Before I could respond, she reached out and lifted me off my feet and placed me into a bone crushing bear hug. Patti held me tightly to her chest, our faces just inches apart and before either of us realized it we were kissing one another. Putting me down as she turned a bright shade of pink and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I guess I just got a little carried away."

"I'm not," I replied, "I been trying since yesterday to figure out a way I could kiss you without getting my face slapped."

"All you had to do was ask, Bill. I've had a crush on you since before you left for college. I didn't think you would ever want to be with a girl like me."

Feeling braver than I ever felt before while talking to a girl I asked, "Would you like to go out tonight, maybe catch a movie or something?"

"Sure, I'll have to ask my parents when they get home; it is a school night, but I'm sure they'll say okay since I'm going to be out with you. I'd better get home and finish my homework before they get home. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at 7:00."

She leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, turned, picked up her sweatshirt and headed the upstairs.

I was a flooded with emotions: lonely as I stood there by myself; elated because I had a date tonight with a beautiful, sexy vivacious girl; nervous because I wanted this to work more than anything I ever wanted before; and horny as hell, the vision of her magnificent body permanently burned into my mind.

I showered, shaved, and dressed so I was all ready before my parents got home. Over dinner, I made arrangements with my Dad to borrow his car, telling him that I had a date tonight but not letting on with whom. Glancing over at my sister, I could tell from her smile that she already knew who I was going out with and that she approved.

At seven o'clock I backed the car out of the driveway, drove one house over and pulled into the driveway. I was just getting out of the car when, the front door opened and out of the house stepped a red haired beauty. I offered Patti my arm and led her to the passenger door, which I held open as she guided herself onto my front seat.

It was hard for me to keep my eyes on the road as we headed to the theater. Patti was just gorgeous; her long wavy red hair framed her face perfectly and highlighted her green eyes and creamy complexion. In a small town like ours, we didn't have much of a selection of movies to see. In fact, the only movie playing was "Star Trek, The Movie". Being a Trekkie, I was more than pleased to see this first movie based upon the characters from the original TV show. I hoped that Patti would enjoy it as well.

During the beginning of the movie, I felt Patti's hand tighten around my wrist as she reacted to the somewhat benign scene showing the bridge of the Enterprise and the crew. As the movie progressed she seemed to loosen her grip on my arm and snuggled up closer to me. I placed my arm over her shoulders and pulled her even closer to me and held her tightly. Towards the end of the movie she whispered in my ear,

"Do you find her attractive? Do you think she's pretty?"

I didn't have to ask who she was referring to; the only woman on the screen was the bald-headed female crewmember whose body was taken-over by the alien. I wasn't sure how to answer her question; worried that if I told her the truth I'd make her mad at me, but not wanting to lie to her.

I finally whispered, "Yes, I think she's very pretty, but not as pretty as you." That earned me a smile, a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my thigh.

When the movie was over, as we were leaving I made a note of the actress's name; Persis Khambatta and it was no lie, she was extremely beautiful.

We started to drive home and, as we approached Poppy's Ice Cream Shop, Patti asked if we could stop for an ice cream soda. Not wishing for our date to ever end, I said sure, as long as she wouldn't get into trouble for staying out late on a school night.

"My parents said that I had to be home by 10:30; that gives us plenty of time."

We slid into a booth, ordered two chocolate ice cream sodas and talked about the movie and anything else that came to mind. Talking to her was as natural as breathing; before I knew it, it was time to go.

I pulled into her driveway, and just before I started to reach for my door handle, Patti gave me long passionate kiss. I felt her tongue invade my mouth and I responded in kind.

Then, just as quickly as it started, the kiss ended and she whispered, "Thank you for the best night ever! I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night."

'Wow' was all that came to mind as I backed the car out of her driveway and pulled into mine. I had to adjust my erection before I entered the house, not knowing who I would encounter. Luckily my parents were already in bed. I quickly retreated to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed.

I just got up to my room and hung up my clothes when I heard the stair squeak. I jumped into bed naked and pulled up the covers just as my sister opened the door.

"Hey, don't you know how to knock?"

"You don't have anything I haven't seen before," she blurted out, then realizing what she had implied, smiled and quickly changed the subject.

"So how did your date go with Patti?"

"How do you know I had a date with Patti?"

"First of all, we're best friends; we tell each other each other everything. Secondly, who else have you seen in the last three years? And finally, I watched as you pulled out of our driveway and into hers." The smile became a grin.

"Well, I think it went very well; I took her to see Star Trek."

"You didn't; oh, this just gets better and better." Arlene's grin now grew more thoughtful. "Did she like it?"

"She said she did."

"Is she coming over tomorrow to lift?"

"Yes, that's what she said. Why all the questions?"

"No reason; I just wanted to know, that's all."

With that she turned and left the room closing the door behind her.

Chapter 4

I couldn't wait for my parents to leave for work the next morning. Arlene was already in school and I had some special plans for the morning. I had told Patti that I hadn't done any lifting since I left for school. Now I was curious as to just how badly my strength had deteriorated. I planned on working-out in the morning; hopefully I wasn't too out of shape.

My worst fears were realized after I removed one-hundred pounds from the bar and I tried to bench press one-hundred-five. I lowered the bar to my chest and tried to extend my arms, and was barely able to get the bar back to the rack before my arms began to shake. Removing another twenty pounds I was able to do one set of ten before I reached my limit.

"Who am I kidding," I said out loud, "it took me three years of regular lifting to get up to one-hundred -and-five pounds and another three years to drop back to eighty-five. I'll never be able to keep up with Patti. She's going to think I'm just a nerdy wimp."

Dejected, I turned away from the weights and climbed the stairs heading for my room. I changed into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and sat in my room sulking. After lunch, I went back downstairs and turned on the stereo and planned out what I was going to say to Patti when she arrived. At three o'clock I heard the garage door open and shut as Patti walked down the cellar stairs. I was surprised to see her dressed in a pair of jeans, a man-tailored shirt and a pair of sandals. Her long red hair was styled just as I remembered from the previous evening.

"Hi Patti, Aren't you going to lift today?"

"Hi Bill. No, I want to talk if you don't mind. I was up all last night thinking about you and me and I want to discuss a couple of things with you."

"That's good, because I have a few things that I have to tell you as well."

Patti walked over to the stereo and shut it off and then sat next to me on the sofa. We sat for what seemed a long time neither of us speaking; then both of us tried to speak at the same time. After a short laugh, I went first.

"Patti, in just the couple of days that I've been home and we've been seeing one another, I've discovered that I'm really beginning to fall for you. You're funny, easy to talk to, fun to be with and, dare I say, sexy beyond words. I think I'm falling in love for the first time in my life.

"Bill..."

"No; let me finish first. I know I have no right to expect that a girl as beautiful as you could ever fall for a guy like me. I've watched you work out and have been overwhelmed by your strength as well as your beauty. How can I hope to compete with you; I would just embarrass myself if I tried. I'm just a nerdy wimp, who can barely lift eighty-five pounds.

"Bill, that's enough," she shouted. "If I wanted to go out with some super-star jock, don't you think I would have? No, I've been down that road before and I discovered that was not what I wanted. I need someone who will love me for who I am; with all my faults and needs. I want someone who is kind, gentle and sensitive. I also need someone who will allow me to be in control and not feel threatened by my dominant personality."

I sat there stunned, totally surprised as to the direction our conversation was taking.

"Bill, when I first moved here and met you and Arlene, I was a physical and emotion wreck. I was thirteen years old. I had been sick for almost two years and had been thrown out of school for fighting. Your sister came over to our house and befriended me; showed me kindness and understanding that I hadn't experienced in a long time. We soon became inseparable and shared everything. She told me all about you; how smart you were; how loving and helpful and protective you were. When I was here I carefully observed you as the two of you interacted. I would go home afterward and lay in bed wishing that I had a brother just like you."

"Soon my body started to change and with that change my emotions changed as well. I grew in height, started to develop up top, and changed almost overnight from a little girl to an immature, emotionally awkward, young woman. I developed a crush on you and tried my hardest for you to notice me. But you never did. To you I was just your little sister's best friend."

"Patti, I'm so sorry; I never knew."

"That's okay Bill, I understand now. Your sister is almost four years younger than you and you just assumed that I was the same age; that I was just a kid. I'm almost two years older than Arlene. She was one of the youngest in our class and I was older when I started school and lost a year when I moved here after missing a year of school, so I was the oldest."

I looked into her eyes and saw the pain that she had contended with and that she had overcome. Now the two-year difference in our ages meant nothing.

"Bill, there's one more thing I have to tell you and show you before our relationship goes any further. When I was eleven years old I started getting sick. At first my parents thought it was just one of the childhood diseases. I started getting fevers and body aches like the flu. They took me several times to the doctor. He prescribed some antibiotics and told us that all I needed was bed rest and that it would pass. I didn't get any better and soon the fevers became more severe. Worst of all my hair started falling out. They took me to a hospital in Chicago where they ran me through a series of tests. Their diagnosis was I had Alopecia, an auto-immune disorder which causes the body to attack the hair follicles and destroy them. In most cases the symptoms are sporadic and eventually disappear. I wasn't that lucky. I suffered a rare form of the disease called Alopecia Universalis. My immune system attacked the follicles on my entire body and destroyed them completely and permanently. I was out of school for almost a year, and when I tried to come back I experienced the ugly side of human behavior. The kids in my school made fun of me, pulled off my wig, teased me and called me names. I lashed out the only way I knew, and began getting into fights nearly every day. My parents decided that rather than try to fight, it would be best if we all just moved to a place where I could start over."

"I learned how to conceal my condition, and had a chance to get people to know me before they found out about it. When they did, it didn't seem to matter anymore."

We were still sitting next to each other on the sofa. Patti moved closer to me and took my hands into hers.

"Look closely at my eyes. Do you see anything unusual?"

I looked into those bright green eyes and was about to say no, when suddenly she closed her eyes and I saw what she wanted me to see. Patti had no eye lashes or brows. Through the clever use of makeup she had transformed the area around her eyes into what the casual observer expected to see, and therefore didn't notice that it was all an illusion.

She released my hands and reached up to her head.

"I wish that this was just as easy to conceal."

She slipped her fingers up under her hairline and lifted her long wavy red hair completely off her head and placed it on the cushion behind her. I was startled to see that she was completely bald. Her head was smooth and shiny just like the woman from the Star Trek movie. Surprisingly, however, her baldness did nothing to diminish her beauty. In fact -- just like the woman in the movie -- it seemed to give her an exotic beauty that was totally captivating.

I was speechless; she took that as disapproval and I saw the hurt in her eyes as she started to move away from me. Before she was out of reach, I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a long emotion filled embrace. I could feel the little tremors as she began to cry tears of relief and joy as she realized that her baldness meant nothing to me. We kissed for while, I felt her strong arms encompass my body; I never felt so loved.

When she finally ended our embrace, she smiled, wiped away a tear or two that clung to her cheeks. "Thank you, Bill; you have no idea what your acceptance means to me."

We sat for a few more minutes in silence and then she said, "You know it does have some advantages; I never have to shave my legs, or my arm pits. I never have a bad hair day and, because I have several wigs, I can change my look in a few minutes rather than waiting for my hair to grow out like normal girls."

Patti got quiet again, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something. Then, she stood, took my hands in hers, and leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I have one more thing I have to show you; come on, lets go up to your room."

Patti took me by the hand and, without waiting for my reply, practically dragged me up the cellar steps. I half expected her to throw me over her shoulder as we headed through the kitchen, dining room and living room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Once there she closed the door behind us, and stood next to the bed.

"We don't have a lot of time; your parents will be home in a couple of hours and so will mine."

"What about my sister?"

"I told her to call me at home at five; if she didn't get an answer she should hang around and plan on getting home about six. Don't be surprised; just like Arlene told you, we tell each other everything."

She pulled down the bedspread and pulled down the covers; turned and stood facing me as she began to unbutton her shirt. I was standing at the foot of the bed, still fully clothed, too nervous to move.

"Unless of course you don't want to," she said as she finished unbuttoning her sleeves and slipping the shirt off her shoulders.

There, right in front of me, was the first set of tits that I had ever seen other than in a magazine. She looked so beautiful, her skin was creamy white, her breasts sat high on her chest, they were round half- globes, a little more than a handful, topped with dark pink nipples which extended out about a half an inch. All I could think about was feeling, sucking and nibbling on her tits as I lifted my shirt over my head and began to undue my belt.

"That's better," she said with a laugh. "But... leave your shorts on; I'll take those off when I'm ready."

She peeled off her jeans and stood before me in just a pair of cotton panties. For a long moment neither of us moved. She took my hand in hers and guided them up onto her tits.

"Patti, I've never..."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll teach you. And what I don't know we'll discover together."

I was shaking as I gently fondled her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples and then felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled it towards her chest.

"Suck on my tits, I love that. That's it, now the other one. Bite gently on the nipple."

I followed her instructions and soon was rewarded for my efforts with the sound of soft moans as she ran her hands over my shoulders and back. My cock was straining to escape the confines of my shorts and I began rubbing my crotch up against her thigh.

"I think I'd better do something for that little guy in your shorts before he explodes," she whispered as she forced me back a step and sunk down to her knees in front of me. She grasped the bulge in my shorts and squeezed. Looking up at me she said, "I take that back; he's not so little."

She placed her hands on either side of my waist and grasping the waistband of my shorts pulled them down past my knees. My cock sprang up and was pointing directly at her face. Then she did something that I will never forget for as long as I live. Patti opened her mouth, and with her eyes looking directly into mine, she leaned forward and engulfed my cock. The feeling was indescribable. I watched her move up and down taking most of my six-plus inches into her mouth and then pulling back, her eyes still holding mine, until only the tip remained inside. I felt her tongue twirl around the head, sending jolts of pleasure up into my brain. Closing my eyes I let the feeling wash over me, experiencing pleasure I had never felt before. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm rocketing to the point of eruption.

"Patti, stop, let me out I'm going to cum, stop."

She didn't stop, instead I felt two powerful hands grab my ass and pull me deeper into her mouth. My hands grabbed the back of her head as I exploded deep within her. I could feel the back of her throat constrict as if she were trying to swallow my cock. Spurt after spurt came forth. My whole body shook and I felt as if I was being turned inside out.

When I finally opened my eyes, she was still looking up at me, and her hand was wrapped around my still- throbbing cock as her tongue captured the last of my cum. Patti sat back and smiled up at me.

"How was your first blow job? Did you enjoy it?"

"Do you even have to ask; I've never felt anything close to that before." I said helping her to her feet. I pulled her head down and kissed her hard, my tongue swirled around inside her mouth, capturing the remnants of my first cum with a woman.

"Now, it's my turn," I said. "I get to unwrap my surprise."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Patti exclaimed. "But, just for now, you can look but don't touch."

Pouting and feigning hurt, I sank to my knees in front of her and pulled down her panties allowing her to step out of them before looking up at her. Her pussy was completely hairless, as was the rest of her body. It was puffy and pink on the sides. Near the top at the center was a button of flesh, peeking out from under a hood of skin.

"Here's your next anatomy lesson." Patti's deft fingers traced the features of her private place while she described what she was touching -- and I was seeing for the first time.

"These are my outer lips; they are puffy now because I'm sexually aroused. They like to be massaged and licked." Holding herself open, revealing the moist darker pink middle she continued: "These are my inner lips; they too, like to be licked. This is the entrance to my pussy; you can stick all sorts of things into it, but I prefer cocks, tongues and fingers. And finally, up here under this hood of skin, is my clit; it's extremely sensitive, you can give me a great deal of pleasure or you can cause me to suffer pain, so you must be gentle most of the time when you lick or suck on it, or massage it with your fingers."