Climbers Part 9: I Trust You

by seldom

"unusually tall"      "muscular"      "tremendous strength"      "mildly suggestive sexual content"      "english"      "displays of strength"      "female lifting males"      "no violence"      "teenager"      "with friends/enemies"      "romance"      "school"      "happy ending"      "third person perspective"     

"Wow," Dena breathed, looking at Sheldon in his suit. He'd cut his hair and combed it straight. His suit was a stylish dark grey over a white dress shirt and wide red striped tie.

Sheldon grinned self-consciously. He'd never expected to have this effect on an amazonian goddess like Dena. "Wow yourself," he said. "You're so beautiful!"

Dena blushed at the compliment. She wished she had more in the way of breasts, but she was competitive by nature and proud of her strong muscular body. Tonight she did feel pretty in her black strapless shape-hugging dress and Bobbi Jo's expert makeup. "Thank you," she said, smiling shyly. "You don't mind the heels?" She gestured at her feet and the three inch heels that boosted her already extreme height, so that she towered almost a full foot and a half over him. Her big muscular calves bulged and flexed as she turned her ankle to show off the heels. Thick veins snaked over her thin pale skin and powerful hard muscles.

Sheldon shook his head. "They're great. They look really good on you."

Dena and Sheldon rode to the dance in the back of Connor's Range Rover. Bobbi Jo rode shotgun and playfully slapped away her boyfriend's occasional attempts to fondle her big muscular thighs or huge boobs. The Homecoming football game last night had gone very well and Connor was in a good mood, happy that Bobbi Jo had come to watch their victory at the end of the game after her basketball win. He was sorry he missed watching her play, but such was the life of a varsity power couple: Connor was the quarterback of the football team and Bobbi Jo was the captain of the basketball team, and both roles were very demanding on their time.

At the dance Dena watched as Sheldon kept up a friendly chatter with everybody. The little nerd was gregarious and easily slipped between conversations in academics and pop culture and even sports, though for the latter she noticed he mostly kept the other parties talking. Dena was more reserved, naturally shy and slightly introverted, more comfortable powering her way through an opponent or up a cliff than in a prolonged conversation. She happily stayed on Sheldon's arm and let him do most of the talking, even feeling a bit like eye candy as she noticed people shooting them (well, the admiration was mostly for Dena, really) admiring glances. It was a new feeling for her, and not entirely unpleasant.

They moved to the dance floor with the group of jocks. Dena had no formal dance training, but she was naturally athletic and highly coordinated, with a keen eye for physical movement. She quickly caught on to the graceful rhythms from Bobbi Jo and Tanya. She was supremely confident and powerfully physical in her tall muscular body, and she moved to the beat with the other girls in flowing, sexy gyrations.

Sheldon felt like he was in a land of giants, thrilled and excited but also nervous and scared of looking dumb. Sheldon dealt with fear by plunging in head-first, so he danced with more enthusiasm than skill. Bobbi Jo, Tanya, and Dena all took turns with him, delighted by his willingness to get out there and dance. Dena felt a flare of jealousy when Tanya looked at her and deliberately shoved Sheldon's face deep into her huge breasts, but her jealousy faded into amusement at Tanya's friendly, playful wink and Sheldon's embarrassed flailing.

Eventually Sheldon had to take a break, breathless and dehydrated. Dena moved to sit with him and Ning until Bobbi Jo stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Need to go to the bathroom?" Bobbi Jo asked.

In the bathroom Dena consented to Bobbi Jo freshening her makeup. She had worked up a good sweat on the dance floor. "How's it going?" Bobbi Jo asked.

"Good, I think? I'm not sure. This is my first date," Dena replied.

Bobbi Jo grinned. "I'd say it's going well then. You two look great."

Dena blushed. "Thank you. You and Connor are a beautiful couple. I think you'll be Homecoming king and queen."

"I know, right?!"

"Hey, is Tanya..." Dena struggled to find words. Finally she said, "Cheryl from the game asked me out last night."

"I bet she did!" Bobbi Jo said with a grin. "Yeah, she and Tanya have history, but Tanya is totally omnivorous if you know what I mean." When Dena looked confused, Bobbi Jo laughed and said, "Tanya is a huge bisexual slut!" Dena laughed uncomfortably. "That's how she describes herself, by the way," Bobbi Jo continued. "Why, are you interested in Cheryl?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I like Sheldon, I want to see what happens. I've never... you know." Bobbi Jo nodded sympathetically. "Do you think Tanya would dance with Sheldon's friend Ning? I told Sheldon I would ask."

"I don't know," Bobbi Jo said frankly. "But Ning should ask her. Tanya likes to be wanted, and she likes flattery."

Dena laughed. "Thanks!"

Dena headed back into the dance room and sat next to Sheldon, who was deep in a nerd argument with Ning. She hesitantly took Sheldon's hand. He squeezed her big, strong hand and smiled happily at her. She smiled back and turned to Ning. "Ask Tanya to dance," she said.

Ning gulped and looked at his shoes, fidgeting nervously. "Hey," Sheldon said to him. "Ask her!" Ning nodded quickly.

The music stopped and the lights came on. One of the students who did morning announcements took the stage to announce the results for Homecoming royalty. Bobbi Jo and Connor were crowned to much applause and nobody's surprise. They looked very tall and athletic next to the average stature of the announcer. The couple were confident and happy and radiantly beautiful on stage, where they naturally belonged.

Dena watched Bobbi Jo get crowned Homecoming queen and felt proud for her beautiful new friend. After the crowning Dena's body thrummed with nervous tension. She didn't like sitting and was starting to feel claustrophobic in the hot, noisy, crowded gymnasium. "Hey, I'm gonna go outside for a bit," she told Sheldon.

He looked sad but quickly covered it with a smile. "Oh, okay," he said.

"You can come with me," she said quietly.

"Okay!" he readily agreed. "We'll be back, Ning!"

The little Asian nerd bobbed his head quickly, already lost in his cell phone. "Okay, bye," he said.

Once outside, Dena eyed the gymnasium critically. The school was a solid New England compound of brick and stone buildings. There, she decided, spotting a route. She strode forward while Sheldon puffed next to her, struggling to keep up with her long-legged stride. "Come up to the roof with me?" she requested.

Sheldon eyed the building skeptically. He was still sore from the other day, and had just added the unfamiliar physical exertion of dancing on top of that. "Okay," he agreed reluctantly, scared to try but unwilling to let Dena down.

"Free climbing can be dangerous, especially at night, but I think there's enough light here," Dena lectured, more comfortable in her element. "Since I'm the stronger climber, I'll go first to map our ascent, and you follow where I go. Your reach is shorter than mine so I'll look for finger and toe holds for you."

Sheldon looked up and up at Dena's towering height and her extraordinarily long and muscular arms and legs. "Okay," he said with a grin, swallowing his fear. "I trust you."

Dena felt a warm rush of affection towards the little nerd but didn't know how to express it, so she clamped down her feelings and approached the building wall. She kicked off her heels, preparing to ascend barefoot. She eyed the wall professionally, then started up. She picked her way up slowly, careful to keep her reach down to levels Sheldon could manage. He grunted and strained as he pulled his fat little body up after her but didn't complain. They got above the extended height of the first floor and then the second. One more floor to go, Sheldon puffing hard now, his sore muscles trembling.

Dena stopped near the top. "There's no hold you can reach," she announced. Sheldon groaned, anticipating a long hard climb down. "I have an idea. Climb up next to me."

Sheldon awkwardly maneuvered his pudgy body over to Dena's muscular amazonian frame. She leaped past him, reached up high and gripped the roof ledge, much higher than Sheldon could reach. She reached her long right arm down until both her arms were completely stretched. She held out her hand. "I can pull you up," she said. "I won't drop you."

Sheldon's heart raced with excitement added to his fear as he looked at her muscle-bulging forearm, extra pale in the wan school lighting. She really is supergirl, he thought, trusting her completely. He reached up and gripped her big strong hand, then let go and wrapped his other hand around hers, clinging tight to her powerful fingers. She wrapped his hands in a tight, unbreakable grip and flexed her muscular, powerful arm, hauling his weight up as if he were a knapsack instead of a chubby nerd. She flexed her left arm and smoothly did a one-armed pull-up with both their weight. She was trembling with effort now, but lifted Sheldon with her right arm until he could grab the roof ledge.

Sheldon and Dena hauled themselves onto the roof, Sheldon gasping and laughing, Dena breathing hard and grinning, shaking out her long ropy muscles. She enjoyed the exertion and the challenge.

"Oh my god, that was incredible," Sheldon gasped. "You're so strong! You're amazing!"

Dena was pleased, though she felt a little guilty for showing off like that. She was glad Sheldon appreciated it and didn't think she was some sort of freak.

A haze of marijuana smoke drifted past them. The bullies Leon and Greg were smoking up on the roof. "Oh look it's the freaks and the geeks," Leon called out with a sneer. "Come on Greg, let's get out of here before they narc on us."

"You should run away, cowards!" Sheldon yelled after them, incensed.

Leon turned back. "Who you calling coward? You're lucky you have that big ugly dyke protecting you. She probably mistook your tiny penis for a pussy, you pussy."

"At least I'm not a remedial, third-string, loser wannabe with no future!" Sheldon yelled.

This hit home and Leon bristled. "Why you little punk," he growled menacingly, taking a step toward them.

Dena automatically stepped forward. "Um Leon, let's go," Greg said nervously, eyeing Dena's intimidating height and huge bulging muscles. She looks hot in that slinky dress, he thought to himself, but he would never admit it. He also remembered their last encounter, and felt more fear than Leon.

Leon was still angry but remembered how easily she made him piss his pants. He was a bully but not completely stupid. "Whatever. Freaks," he said, shaking his head in disgust. He and Greg disappeared down through the roof access.

Dena and Sheldon found a spot to sit that looked out over the sparkling lights of the city. Dena sat quietly with Sheldon, lost in her own thoughts, replaying the encounter in her head. "Don't listen to those losers," Sheldon said in disgust, interrupting her self-reflection.

"You shouldn't provoke them," Dena said softly.

"I know. But I couldn't just let them insult you like that!"

Dena smiled tightly. "I've been called worse," she said in barely a whisper. "I don't care what they say," she continued, lying a little. "They're right, though. I really am a freak. I know that."

Sheldon reached over and took her huge, powerful hand in his small soft pudgy fingers. "No you're not, Dena. You're beautiful," he said fervently. He squeezed her fist as tight as he could. It felt like squeezing a boulder.

"You really think so?" Dena asked in a small, quiet, insecure voice.

"Of course I do," he said. "I can't believe you agreed to come to the dance with me. I got a date with you! I'm so lucky! I never in a thousand years thought you'd say yes."

Dena was silent for a moment, thinking that over. "Then why did you ask?"

"You know those movies where the guy wants to ask the girl on a date and never does, just keeps pining for her until it's creepy? I didn't want to be that guy."

Dena smiled. "You're not. You really wanted to ask me out that much? And you thought I'd say no? I don't know if I would have done that. I think that's pretty brave."

"Thanks. So, why did you say yes?"

She shrugged. "You asked." She knew that was inadequate, but it was hard for her to admit the real reason. So she took her cue from Sheldon's brave, straightforward approach and said it anyway. "And... I like you."

Holy cow, Sheldon thought, unable to believe this was happening. Just do it! he told himself, his heart hammering with nerves and fear. "Dena," Sheldon squeezed her hand and hesitated, then plunged ahead, "can I kiss you?"

Dena looked down at Sheldon's big eyes behind his thick glasses and saw hopeful, scared expression. Her own dark eyes glistened in the dim city light. "Yes," she whispered.

She lowered her mouth to his and he turned his face up to greet her. Slowly and awkwardly their lips pressed together, neither quite certain what they were doing. Gradually they did what came naturally. They closed their eyes and let their lips find a rhythm. The extended kiss grew deeper and hungrier as their dry mouths grew wetter.

Sheldon reached around Dena's broad, hard shoulders and clutched her hard, flexing deltoid muscles as she clutched him back. He hesitantly thrust his tongue against her lips. Surprised, Dena parted her lips to accept his tongue, wrestling back with her own. Thus emboldened, Sheldon thrust with more enthusiasm, kissing Dena with gusto, clutching her immensely powerful body as hard as he could, as pleasure and warmth and hormones surged through him.

Dena tightened her embrace, pulling Sheldon's small soft pudgy body into her hard-muscled chest. The chill of the night air through her strapless dress tented her big nipples into hard thimbles that dug painfully deep into his chest. Her biceps crushed into him like steel bands, coiling tighter and tighter until he struggled to breathe, but he was unwilling to break off his first kiss for such a petty reason as having the breath crushed out of him.

Finally Dena opened her eyes and released Sheldon, who drew in a deep shuddering breath and winced at the bruising pain her crushing embrace had dug into his sore muscles.

"I'm sorry!" Dena said quickly in alarm, afraid that she'd unintentionally damaged him.

"Don't be!" Sheldon reassured her quickly. "That was my first kiss!"

"Mine too," Dena admitted.

"It was better than I ever dreamed," Sheldon said, gazing deep into Dena's eyes.

Dena smiled shyly. "Yeah. For me too."

After sitting silently for a while, basking in each other's company, warm and happy despite the chill fall air, Sheldon said, "I'd like the last slow dance with you. I've never done that."

"Okay. Me neither. I'd like it, too."

Dena and Sheldon got up and went to the edge they'd climbed over. They looked down the building. "Up seemed easier," Sheldon said doubtfully.

"I can carry you on my back," Dena offered hesitantly. "If you don't mind. You don't have to."

"I'd love to!" When Dena cocked her head at him with a curious look, he said, "You know I like how strong you are, right?" Sheldon immediately looked chagrined. "I hope that didn't come off as creepy or anything," he mumbled.

"No, I already knew that," Dena reassured him. "I've been showing off a little for you, actually." Sheldon's eyes widened in surprise. Dena's lips quirked in a small smile. "I know you like it, but it's still hard for me to believe. I don't think... Guys don't usually like women who are stronger than them."

"Dena, you're stronger than everybody!" Sheldon blurted. "And I love that about you!"

"Oh," Dena said softly, taken aback by his enthusiasm. She was a little uncomfortable and even embarrassed. The emotional damage from years of feeling like a freak needed more than one evening to reverse. She needed time to sort out her feelings.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Sheldon said, picking up on her inner turmoil. He looked down in embarrassed shame.

He looked up when Dena wrapped her big hand around his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. Gentle for her was still strong enough to painfully crush his shoulder.

"It's okay." Dena wanted to say she was glad he'd told her, but she couldn't form the right words to express her feelings. Instead, she said, "Climb on, then."

Sheldon clambered on to Dena's muscular back. He wrapped his chubby arms around her strong neck. It felt like hugging a tree trunk. He wrapped his legs around her trim hard waist. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Dena's eyes widened. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you want me to get off? Err... I mean get down?"

"No. I'm flattered, I think," Dena said, surprisingly pleased at the effect she had on Sheldon.

She climbed down with no difficulty, her hard bulging muscles working smoothly as she descended. She felt Sheldon digging into her back the whole way down. He was excited by her strength. She didn't know how she felt about that.

He hopped down off her back once they were on the ground. Dena found her heels and slipped them back on, towering over Sheldon even more than normal with the added boost. They headed inside for the last few minutes of the Homecoming dance.

"We were looking for you!" Bobbi Jo said, running over to embrace Dena in a powerful hug between their two muscular amazonian bodies. Her huge soft breasts crushed into Dena's rock-solid chest.

"I wanted some air," Dena said apologetically. "Congratulations, you and Connor look amazing and totally deserve to be King and Queen."

Bobbi Jo giggled. "Thank you!" She leaned in and whispered in Dena's ear, "He kissed you didn't he?"

Dena nodded. Bobbi Jo squeezed her again and gathered the team and their boyfriends, girlfriends, or dance partners together for the final dance.

Ning had obviously worked up the courage to ask Tanya to dance. Tanya pulled Ning into her powerful embrace for the last dance. Heels boosted her already towering height, so she was just shy of a foot and a half taller than the tiny slim nerd. With her height and powerful, muscular athlete's body she looked like a dark amazonian goddess devouring her tiny prey as she pulled his small head into her huge breasts. His thick glasses disappeared into her warm, soft brown cleavage.

Dena watched Sheldon watching the other pair and wished she had breasts like Tanya so she could do that; she wondered if Sheldon liked when Tanya did that to him earlier. She sighed and embraced him in her long muscular arms; in her heels she was herself almost a full foot and a half taller than Sheldon's five and a half foot height. She didn't know if he wanted to be pulled to her chest or not, so she was surprised when he pulled her close. "Do you mind if I rest my cheek on your chest?" he asked shyly. Dena crushed his face to her big hard muscle-bulging chest and hugged him so tight she lifted him off the ground. She was so strong she hardly noticed his weight as he dangled in her arms, and he didn't complain as his cheek rested half on her strapless dress and half directly against her thick, dense, hard pectoral muscle. He felt and heard her heart thrumming powerfully in her deeply muscled chest.

She let him back down to the floor and swayed with him through the last dance of the night, a saccharine-sweet slow pop number just old enough to be a "classic" to the young students.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked when the song was almost over.

"Yes," she whispered.

And they did.


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