It was early evening and the sun was low in the sky. As I climbed the steps that led from the platform to the station building, I couldn’t help looking at Jackie’s calves as they bunched and flexed in front of me. It just wasn’t right, a young girl having muscles like that. The sheer size and power of my younger sister’s calves was a constant reminder of how she had completely humiliated me in front of the whole school [BOBP#1]. Yet at the same time there was something animalistic and sensual about them that caused disturbing thoughts. I tried to look away but nearly stumbled on the steep concrete steps. “Careful, Bobby. You don’t want to fall and break your neck” she said sweetly. “I’m fine” I muttered and continued the climb to the top. We were on our way back from school. I had been to a music evening in the sixth form college where we listened to pieces of rock music then discussed them while Jackie had been at gymnastics club.

“Bobby, isn’t that Kevin Sharpe?” she whispered as we reached the station entrance. I looked at the grubby tramp sitting on the path against the wall then had to make a double take as I slowly realised that it wasn’t a tramp at all. It was Kevin and I hardly recognised him. He definitely looked the worst for wear. With several days’ growth on his unshaven face, dirty jeans and shabby lumberjack’s shirt, I had barely recognised him. His dull eyes certainly showed no signs that he recognised me even though we had shared the same desk in tutor group for the last 6 or 7 years at The Manor. However, I didn’t like the way he leered at Jackie’s body. At 6 feet tall, the former junior bodybuilding champion still retained a muscular well-built figure although he had retired from competition. That was around the same time as his impromptu rematch with Ling, the little oriental girl who had previously humiliated him publicly in a kickboxing contest although she was 5 years younger [BOBP#2]. After another deeply embarrassing defeat at her feet in front of the school, he gave up the sport and concentrated on basketball and athletics at which he excelled. He had left the sixth form college a few months ago and I hadn’t seen him since. I walked past with Jackie not saying a word.

Kevin watched Jackie’s shapely legs as she walked past but he couldn’t be arsed to get up and chase away Bobby. It wasn’t fair. At The Manor, he was a sporting superstar that all the girls loved and all the boys admired. But he had soon discovered that none of his athletic successes had meant jack shit when it came to getting a job. And the discrimination! 95% of all new jobs went to migrants (true). He almost punched the woman interviewer who told him to his face not to bother applying because he was English (also true). So it was he found himself ‘tired and emotional’ outside the station once more. Maybe he’ll do Jackie after all, but when he pulled himself to his feet, she was too far down the road.

Now that he was up, he might as well find a girl to pull. Not that it wouldn’t be easy. With his good looks and super stud physique, all the girls were crazy for him. Well, they used to be. They didn’t seem to be too keen on him recently for some reason.

Suddenly up ahead he spots a group of three teenaged girls walking away down the street. Each is dressed in a blue blouse and skirt with white knee length socks. A bright yellow neck scarf and badges sewn down the sleeves was a giveaway, Girl Guides. The one in the middle was anything but small, a statuesque brunette with her hair worn in pigtails on other either side of her head. From this distance he reckoned that she must have been at least 6 foot tall with a perfect hourglass figure. Her back sloped dramatically inwards on either side from broad shoulders to a narrow waist where she wore a black leather belt. It then sloped back out to her hips and full but great looking backside. The blue skirt is way too short for her tall build and looks like a tiny micro skirt from the old “Star Trek”. That made her long bare legs the longest he’d ever seen. Unlike most tall girls, she was not rake thin. Her body was in perfect proportion to her height with her legs actually quite thick but because of their length they looked sensational.

Kevin began to follow. They weren’t walking very fast as they were too busy chatting and pausing to look in the occasional shop window. The girl on the left of the tall one with the stunning legs and figure, was a short dumpy fat girl and on the right a skinny blonde. But it was the tall well proportioned one in the itsy bitsy skirt who had all of his attention. As she turned to chat with Fatty, he saw her face. A narrow oval shape, it was uncluttered, tanned and pretty. She had “come to bed” eyes, sultry and dark brown surrounded by thick lashes. A slender nose with sleek nostrils led to a medium sized mouth with plump red lips. It was a face that he recognised. It was Mary Slater who had caught every boy’s attention when she first arrived at The Manor. Towering above her peers; she had a full well-proportioned body and looked more like an 18 year old with a young girl’s face. It was only the thought of her age at the time that had put Kevin off trying to pull her.

Just watching her in that very short dress had him growing a boner. How old would she be now? His brain was too fuzzed to work it out. Must be at least 18 that meant she was legal, not that it made a difference, the way he felt right now. As the trio turned into the small local park, he caught sight of the slopes of a very full bust stretching the front of Mary’s blouse making her bright yellow neck scarf and toggle lay at an angle. Wow! She’s sprouted a great stack and if they looked big on her tall large frame then they must be huge. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on those whoppers.

He caught up with them. “Mary. Hi babe! Where you’re going, love?” he asked in his pulling voice. “To Guides, not that it’s any of your business” she replied testily. Instead of being all gooey-eyed over him as he expected, she acted like she wasn’t interested in this sexy hunk of manhood. “Come on, darling. Guides are for little girls. Let’s go and make out somewhere” he said. “Actually you can be a Guide up to the age of 18 and then you can be a senior up to 25” she replied. Kevin felt something was not quite right then realised with a shock that he was looking up at her. He was 6 foot yet she was looking down at him; she must be a good 6 or 7 inches taller than he was. “Guides is more interesting than smelly boys” the fat one said causing the others to giggle. “Shut your face, fatty or I’ll shut it for you” Kevin snarled. “Yeah? I’d like to see you try” to his surprise Fatty became confrontational instead of being scared. “It’s alright Marcie, we’re going” Mary actually put her arm across the top of Fatty’s chest as if to restrain her. Kevin blocked her way as she tried to move off. She was tall! He had to reach up to put his arms across the front of her shoulders. “Look darling. Stop playing games. I fancy you, you fancy me, so lets do it” he said but instead of blushing and looking flattered, she looked irritated.

“Look mister, do you see this?” she asked heatedly pointing to one of many merit badges on her sleeve. Kevin looked where she was pointing but couldn’t make it out. It seemed like a crude impression of a fist. “That’s self defence grade 4 so watch it mate” she told him. Bullshit! Girl Guides only learn cookery and sewing and looking after little kittens not physical stuff like that. “You’re so Eighteenth century” the skinny blonde said. She had a thin face with glasses that made her look gawkish. “Shut it, gawky. I wasn’t speaking to you” Kevin snapped. “Don’t you speak to Mel like that” Mary snapped. “Let’s go or we’ll be late” she added and walked around him.

Kevin was stunned. His machismo had never failed as badly as that before. Girls usually were all doe-eyed and blushing and desperate to go out with him. When he used to take his shirt off during matches, girls used to drool over his magnificent torso. Kevin ran up behind the tall well-built girl and wrapped his arms around her middle then pulled her close. Her shapely backside felt electric against his erection. “You’re coming with me”. Without warning Mary slammed her head back. BAM! The top of her head butted his face. “Ouch!” he cried at the pain of his flattened nose and bruised mouth. Kevin felt her backside thrust into his groin as the Girl Guide lent down and grabbed his foot. “Woah!” he cried as his leg was pulled forwards and swung into the air making him fall backwards. THUD he found himself flat on his back with his leg held between her sexy long legs. The fresh-faced brunette turned around and raised her foot. Her skirt was so short that from his position on the ground, Kevin had full view of her white knickers tightly moulded to her crotch. “No!” he screamed as the shoe stomped down towards his groin. It stopped less than an inch from his balls. “Never mess with a Girl Guide” Mary told him as the other girls laughed at him. “Ooh Mary you made him scream like a little girl” Gawky sneered. “You should have mashed his balls all over the grass” Fatty added nastily.

Kevin felt a flush of anger at being brushed off so painfully. The fact that Mary wore a Girl Guides uniform and he was being laughed at by her friends made it worse. As he sat up, his anger drained at the close up view of her legs. They were quite thick but very long which kept them in proportion with her height. Incredibly long sexy legs leading all the way up to white knickers under that tiny skirt. Oh yes, he was going to have her whether she liked it or not.

Rising, he made a grab for her waist. A large knee shot up like a rocket, pounding him hard in the chest. WHUMP! “Orrrgh!” it felt like he’d been hit in the chest with a mallet. The shock to the system was enough to paralyse him, head bowed as he stooped before the tall uniformed girl. “Hai!” THUD! Kevin’s head snapped back with his mouth wide in a silent cry as something, the edge of her hand he realised, chopped against the back of his neck. Sent sprawling back to the grass, more girlish laughter rang in his ears at his humiliation.

A black shoe appeared before his eyes. Above this, a brilliant white sock was moulded to the contours of a very long shapely calve. His gaze travelled up along an incredibly long thick thigh and the sexy view up her tiny blue skirt. The girl with the perfect hourglass figure stood over him with one hand raised open palmed and the other by her side in a fist. That wasn’t right. A Girl Guide shouldn’t be in a fight stance looking so powerful and self-assured. The sight made his dick lurch with desire. “Obviously you didn’t learn your lesson when Ling beat the stuffing out of you” Mary told him looking down at him with dark sultry eyes that ignited his passion.

“Don’t mess with me, Mary. You may know a few defence tricks but I was a champion kick boxer” he told her getting to his feet but feeling unnerved as the leggy Guide maintained her fight stance. “Until you were thrashed by a little girl” she laughed. Kevin saw red and rushed her. BLAM! A long leg swung up in a blur kicking his nads painfully against his body. “Oooooo!” he wailed. WHUMP! Instantly her knee blasted up and hammered his stomach with a solid thump. “Mmmmmph!” he gasped as his well-developed abs absorbed the brunt of the blow. Even so he was left gasping and shocked at the power of the blow.

“Well I am impressed. Most boys just crumple in a wheezing mess when I do that to them” she said as he struggled to gain control of his breathing. Taking that as a complement, Kevin removed his shirt to reveal his sculpted torso and ran his hands over his six-pack. “That’s because I’m a real man, darling” he told her. “Let’s see you drool babe. How’d you like to come to my place and rub some baby oil all over these beauts?” he asked. “Come on feel them. You know you want to” he told her reaching out for her hand. Surprisingly Mary brushed his hand away angrily. “Look come on” he said reaching out again. This time she took his hand then suddenly lent away from him. A foot blasted out of nowhere. “Hai!” WHAMP! “Orrrrrrrrr!” he wailed in agony, folding in two as the air was cruelly stomped out of him, his proud six-pack flattened beneath her large foot.

“Ooh jelly belly” Fatty laughed as he doubled over gasping for breath. “Go on Mary, finish muscle boy off” her loud voice grates on Kevin’s nerves as his head spins and threatens to go black. “Smash his face in. Rip off his balls” she says enthusiastically. “That’s enough Marcie” Mary’s voice is sweetness warmed with a slightly huskiness. “Orrr oorr” Kevin pants as his lungs start working properly and heart rate slowed. Panting more slowly with his hands on his knees, Kevin looks up at Mary. She was semi-crouched which caused her short skirt to stretch tight across the top of her thick thighs exposing her knickers. Her hands were raised open palmed in a fight stance as she fixed him with a steely stare. The sight made Kevin force down a gulp. She looked so confident and strong; it really looked like she knew what she was doing. The Girl Guide uniform added a militaristic touch that somehow turned him on. “Once again, you’ve bitten off more than you can handle. Give it up now before you really get hurt” she told him sternly. Kevin couldn’t stop staring at her exposed crotch and her magnificent long legs. God she is really hot and has such hot legs. He really wanted her.