Jessica 1

Jessica was a family friend, sort of someone that I grew up with and considered almost like a cousin. Growing up, she was always a bit of a tom boy, and I hadn’t really noticed her as anything other than a playmate even well into puberty. But I can remember the first time things became different.

We were at a pool party playing volleyball. The game was pretty competitive, that is until Jessica showed up. As she climbed the steps to the pool, my eyes practically bugged out of my head when I caught a glimpse of her. She wore a black two-piece swimsuit that showed off a perfectly flat midriff with just a hint of ab separation starting to show as she walked.

Her arms, my god, had they always been that thick? And her chest - those had to be at least double-D sized, how had I not noticed that before? The bottoms gave way to thick thighs and thick calves. Clearly, she was a natural mesomorph, and that was not something I had noticed before now.

When she jumped in the pool, it made a huge splash. She clearly had a lot more mass than her 5’3” height would suggest for a typical female. She came up out of the water and slicked back her blonde hair, smiling and ready for the competition.

It was her turn to serve, and she had her game face on, a slight snarl as she tossed the ball up into the air. Her arm swung and connected with the volleyball with a massive thud, the sound of solid mass connecting with the rubber ball. I was a little dumbfounded at the force of the blow, and the ball came singing over the net. It hit the water hard enough to be deflected right out of the pool.

Jessica snickered. She walked to the side of the pool, put her hands on the deck, and jumped up. Between her strong thighs and thick upper body, she practically vaulted out of the pool. One foot came up and onto the deck, and she used that one leg to push herself right up onto the deck in an impressive feat of athleticism. I stared agog as the wet black fabric clung to her full glutes. I could see the muscle definition in her thick thighs as she trotted off the deck. Her big boobs bounced, but not wildly - they seemed firm, wobbling just slightly, holding tight to her chest.

She came back into the pool and jumped in, again making a huge splash with all that mass. When she came up, she haughtily announced the score, then snarled into a serving pose. Her arm came around and smashed the ball again. This time the ball came straight across the net with such speed that it hit my cousin Tami right in the face before she could get her hands up. The ball went sailing out of the pool again, even farther away this time. Tami went down, knocked out cold by the blow. That ended the game as we pulled Tami from the water.

Jessica came over, and despite Tami’s predicament, I couldn’t help but stare at her bulging presence, the black fabric clinging to her muscular curves. Jessica apologized, saying sometimes she didn’t know her own strength.