Am I Crazy Or Was I Just Picked Up By The Bookworm? (Short Story) (Patreon)

Am I Crazy Or Was I Just Picked Up By The Bookworm?

Written By SteeleBlazer

Hi, I'm Joe. I used to be a jock in high school. Played football and was even crowned homecoming king, and if you would have told me I was about to be picked up by some nerdy little bookworm from my old high school days, I would have called you crazy. Only not only did it happen, but you might think I’m crazy for telling you that is literally what happened. As in she actually picked me up. I mean physically picked me up, and I’m not a small guy, I’m quite big.

I also was the proverbial big man on campus back in high school, and while I’m still rather big as in physically, now I'm just a regular guy trying to navigate the adult world. And it was in navigating the world that I ran into Emma, and I mean that literally too by the way. I haven’t seen her since those high school days, and she just really bowled me over with how much she changed... And I mean that literally too...

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll start over from the beginning.

The other day, I was walking down the street when I saw someone who looked vaguely familiar. As I got closer, I realized it was Emma, she was a nerd in high school. You all know the type, quiet and bookish. She might have been a nerd, but she was a cute little nerd and seeing her again after almost half a decade was surprising. Not half as surprising as her new look. She was no longer little, and she wasn’t just bookish, but she was buff.

You might be asking how I could tell she was still bookish, it's because she was holding a book in her hands and was reading it as she walked. And those brawny, burly arms of hers were on full display and were freaking huge and I could tell she was jacked as hell even from as far away as I was. Her biceps were bulging out of her tank topand I couldn't help but stare.

I was so distracted that I didn't even see where I was going, and she was too consumed by her book as well, and so I ran straight into her. And let me tell you, she didn't budge an inch. In fact, she knocked me over! I couldn’t believe it, I set my school’s all-time sack record and yet this cute bookish little nerd from high school knocked me over. Only again she wasn’t little no more, and she wasn’t just bookish, but buff. I wasn’t just floored, but I was smitten immediately with her. While I was impressed, I won’t lie I was also a little intimidated.

“I’m so sorry!” She said to me clearly shocked and mortified over what she’d done. She kept saying she was sorry over and over again.

I tried to tell her I was fine, and she even offered to help me up. I tried to tell her I was okay and didn’t need help. But before I knew it, I felt two soft and small, but surprisingly strong hands grab me and hoist me up right back onto my feet.

I’m a big man and yet she lifted me like I was just a backpack full of books, kind of like the one of hers that fell and spilled out on the ground. I was about to scoop down and pick it up for her, but that’s when she recognized me.

"Hey, wait a minute, you're Joe Sacamento, the sack king!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched girly squeal and then gave me a great big hug. And I mean a really, really big hug. It's been a long time since I had any woman fawn over me, and having Emma giving me this kind of attention really made me feel like I was floating in the air. Or perhaps that's because she had lifted me off my feet with that great big hug of hers.

“Oh my god! How are you? It’s been such a long time... You look good. How are you? Did I already ask that? Never mind... You won’t believe this, but I used to have such a huge crush on you in high school!” She said to me barely pausing between sentences to breathe or take a breath.

Which I guess was fitting as I wasn’t breathing much myself at the moment, for that big hug of hers was making it very difficult for me to breathe. I might have been her crush, but now she was the one crushing me with that huge hug of hers. I won’t lie, I dealt with football players who were gentler than her. I couldn't believe how strong she was.

“I’m good...” Was all that I could manage to tell her. And I could feel the blood flushing on my face, either from lack of oxygen or from her crushing hug. Or perhaps maybe from a bit of both.

“Sorry.” She said to me as she noticed she was still hugging me and lifting me off the ground.

It’s alright I told her, once I caught my breath. And looking down at her I couldn’t help but be impressed at how strong she was.

“You’re really strong.” Was all I could manage to say and this time it was her turn to blush.

She said, “Thanks... I’ve taken up weightlifting.”

And then she gave me a flex and boy oh boy did that bicep of hers explode right up and out of her arm, and seeing that impressive flex, I tell you my heart nearly exploded as well. She was so cute, and yet so buff, and that was the biggest bicep I’ve ever seen in my life, and I used to be a jock.

My eyes must have bugged out nearly as big as that bicep of hers bulged out. For she just smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw. I told her it was amazing, and she gave me another one of her big hugs.

And I was speechless. Mainly because once again she crushed me so hard, she squeezed the air right out of my lungs, but also because I couldn’t believe my luck that such a pretty girl like Emma was interested in me.

Life hasn’t been the same since I was the big man in high school, in fact I’d say Emma was now a way bigger deal than I ever was… Her muscles certainly were way bigger at least and I could tell far more powerful, as she lifted me off my feet and gave me that crushing squeezing hug of hers.

If you had told me in high school that Emma had a crush on me, I would have told you, "Of course she did." However, if you had told me that after high school Emma would take up weightlifting and have bigger muscles than not just my own, but bigger than Mr. Olympia himself, and that she would be giving me such a huge, hefty squeeze that she was literally crushing her crush, I would have told you that you were crazy.

But, it's all true and if you think this is a lot to take in, believe me this all left me floored.

I mean that literally. As after that hug and having her crushing on me in her own unique way, I fell back to the ground once again.

“Oops! I’m so sorry, are you okay... Here let me help you up!” She said to me again in her rapid-fire girlish glee.

And yet again, before I could tell her I was fine, those soft, strong hands of hers lifted me up and back onto my feet once more like I was just a backpack full of books. Which speaking of backpack full of books, I noticed hers was still on the ground, mainly because I just got an up-close look at it again. So, I bent down to scoop up all those loose books of hers, putting them all back inside her backpack, and being the chivalrous man I am, I lifted the backpack to hand it to her.

Man oh man!

That backpack of hers sure was heavy. I was having trouble holding it and lifting it up. I’m not joking, it was heavy!

“Jeez, what do you have in here?” I asked her.

“Just books... mostly...” She said to me and when I raised an eyebrow and said, “mostly?” back to her. She just blushed again and said, “Well... A few dumbbells too. I like to work out my arms while I work out my brain.”

“Well, then you must be not just one of the strongest, but smartest person in the whole world.” I told her as I once again tried to lift up and hand her that backpack of hers.

“Awww... Thanks.” She said to me, and she stopped just short of giving me another of her hugs. This time she just gave me a peck on my cheek.

I was so hunched over from trying to lift that backpack of hers, she was able to give me that little kiss on the cheek by just standing on the tips of her toes. I was so shocked by all this that I once again blushed, and I accidentally dropped her backpack on the ground.

I went to go pick it up, but she held out her hand stopping me, and I mean that literally too. I’m Joe Sacamento the sack king, and I held all the sack records at my high school. No offensive lineman could hold me back from sacking the quarterback, and yet this cute nerdy bookworm was doing just that. I was shocked at how easily she held me back, and then she just calmly knelt down and picked up that heavy as hell backpack of hers as if it weighed nothing and slung it over her shoulders.

This woman was built like a brickhouse. I couldn’t believe it. I’m a big guy. A big strong guy, and that backpack was really freaking heavy, and yet she now had it casually slung around her shoulder as if it weighed no more than an ordinary backpack.

And it kind of reminded me of being back in high school and seeing her walk around with that backpack full of books she always had. Only back then she was a waifish bookworm, and she had struggled whenever she carried her backpack. And now with those muscles of hers, she’s this buff bookworm, and she’s so much bigger than me, the big man of high school. It was so very humbling.

And I felt it was time for me to kind of slink away, as I knew I was just a dim shadow of the man who I was in high school. I mean, what have I amounted to... What have I have built for myself all these years later, except copious amounts of debt. Clearly, she’s made something of herself. And I’m not just talking about all those impressive muscles she’s built up, but she just had this look, and I knew she’d built herself up to being someone truly impressive.

So impressive she wouldn’t be impressed with a loser like me. I haven’t been a winner since high school, and now with her having already crushed her crush in that hug, I figured it was time for me to be going, before she could further crush my ego, and I could crush her dreams and memory of me.

“Well, I should be going.” I said to her.

And as I turned to leave, I felt that soft, strong hand of hers give my arm a tug and she spun me right back around.

“Why don’t we grab some coffee?” She asked me.

And I couldn’t refuse. I mean that literally. She was holding onto me with one of those soft, strong hands of hers, and I knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So, we went to a coffee shop, which in this neighborhood there's one practically every single block. So, it didn’t take long to walk to, although I kind of wished it did.

Because, as we walked to the coffee shop, I couldn't help but notice Emma's incredible calves. They bulged with every step she took, and even in sneakers, they were the sexiest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. Her muscles were so defined and prominent, it was like they were demanding attention. I found myself captivated by the sight, mesmerized by the sheer power and strength that radiated from her legs.

Emma noticed me staring, but she didn’t say anything, she just smiled. And I even think she flared out her shoulders a bit wider and put a little extra pep in her step. Even with that heavy backpack which while maybe not weighing a literal ton, was still heavy as hell, and yet she wasn’t bothered by it at all. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Which again, I mean that literally, and subsequently as a result I wound up walking straight into the door of the coffee shop.

“Ouch!” I said.

“Are you alright... here let me get the door for you. Why don’t you go in and get us both a table and I’ll order us some coffee. How do you want your coffee? Cream? Sugar? Decaf?” Emma said to me in her mile a minute girlish glee as she held the door open for me.

“Just black is fine.” I mumbled out feeling rather sheepish about walking into the door, but also for having her holding it open for me. It just felt a bit weird for a woman to be holding the door open for me is all, I was raised that men should be the ones opening the door. But then again, I also thought muscles were for men, and yet Emma proved both of those beliefs of mine to be wrong. And honestly I didn’t mind being wrong.

While I didn’t open the door for her, I made sure to pick out a nice table for the two of us. One where we wouldn’t be so crowded and could comfortably sit and talk to each other. Lucky for us it wasn’t very busy and Emma was walking up to me with our coffees practically almost as soon as I selected our table.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked her as I took my coffee from her hand.

“It’s my treat.” She said to me waving me off. Which was kind of a good thing, as I really didn’t have two nickels to rub together, let alone the money for a three dollar cup of joe.

She was jostling and juggling her own coffee, that book in her hands, and her backpack, and I decided while I didn’t get the door for her, I could still help her with her backpack.

“Here let me help you with that.” I said as I grabbed the backpack from her and instantly regretted it… I should have taken her coffee instead!

It almost fell to the ground again, but I was able to stop it, although I nearly threw out my back in doing so.

Lucky for me I set my coffee down; otherwise it would have spilled all over me. The only thing that spilled were a few of her books. I gently set the backpack down onto the floor and apologized to her.

“That’s okay,” she told me, “Lots of people find my backpack heavy, but I find it practical. I got everything I need in it.”

“It weighs as much as an entire gym I said to her, and maybe a library as well, judging from all the books you’ve got in there.” I said to her.

“I try to read as much as I can each and every day, and so I just fill up my backpack with as many books as it can hold.”

“I should probably read more.” I said admittedly, “And I probably should work out more too.”

She just giggled and smiled and I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at me or with me. Once again I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. She’d changed so much since high school and all for the better. While I’ve mostly stayed the same and the few changes in my life haven’t been as kind to me as the changes in hers.

As we sat at the table in the coffee shop, Emma began to talk a mile a minute in her usual girlish glee. I was entranced by her energy, barely able to keep up with the words spilling out of her mouth. She talked with such fervor and excitement that her chest would ripple and bulge, her arms gesturing wildly and the muscles on her arms bulging and rippling as her veins throbbed and pulsed.

She talked about all the big things she’d been up too since school ended, and really everything she’d done and every accomplishment she had just seemed to go on and on and on, which was fine with me, as that kept her talking and her body moving, and those muscles of hers shaking and rippling and bulging.

Surprisingly you’d think that the biggest thing in her life would be those muscles of hers and her taking up weightlifting. But, it was just another of the many, many events of her life. She wanted to take up weightlifting, so she did, she wanted to be become a pro bodybuilder, so she became one. She listed off each triumph and achievement like it was no big deal.

I thought I was a big deal when I got my football scholarship to that college. And it was a really big deal to me when I tore my ACL, as I just never recovered from it... Still haven’t really and I don’t just mean physically.

When she asked me what I was up to I answered truthfully and succinctly with, “Not that much.” And then she continued with listing and telling me all about achievements and accomplishments. And I just couldn’t help but smile and be impressed.

I also couldn't help but stare at her beefy and bulky and yet still so toned arms of hers, amazed at how strong and powerful they looked. Her super tight tank top struggled to contain her muscular body, and every movement she made seemed to make her muscles swell and bulge out even more. As she talked, I couldn't help but be entranced by those muscles of hers, they were just so big and so beautiful.

“Do you like my muscles?” Emma asked coyly as she noticed my staring.

I stuttered, “Yeah, they're impressive. They're so much bigger than-”

But before I could finish, she cut me off. “Yours!” Emma exclaimed with a smirk.

I blushed, feeling self-conscious about my now less-than-toned physique. I’m still a big man, just not as big and strong as I used to be. And so, I felt the need to remind both her and me about the man I used to be.

“Yeah, I used to play...” I trailed off, feeling embarrassed about my past glories.

“Football, I know. You're Joe Sacamento the sack king... and the homecoming king,” Emma finished my sentence for me, a twinkle in her eye.

“That was high school... that was a long time ago, I’m no longer the big man on campus” I said sheepishly.

“Yeah, but you're still a big man.” She said to me.

“Not as big as you.” I said right back at her and this time it was her turn to blush.

“Yeah, I used to be a bookworm. Now, I’m gym rat and a bookworm” She said.

“Yeah, you're a buff worm now!” I said to her and to my surprise Emma actually laughed at my corny little joke.

She then flexed those big biceps of hers and said, “I may be a book worm, but these bad girls of mine, are no worms, they’re pythons.”

And this time I laughed at her joke. It might have been corny, and also it was a bit silly too, but I liked her sense of humor. Besides, it can’t hurt laughing at her joke, because if I angered her, I wouldn’t want her to use those arms of hers to put me in a headlock and pop off my head. Which no doubt she was probably more than capable of doing.

I chuckled, “Those are indeed pythons, and I wouldn’t want them to squeeze me.”

“Don’t worry they only squeeze those who give me reason to... Now don’t be shy, why don’t you give my pythons a nice hard squeeze” Emma said flexing her bicep for me.

I reached out to feel her muscles and she encouraged me to squeeze it, by nodding her head for me to go on. To my surprise, I couldn't even dent her bicep.

“You're so hard,” I remarked, feeling a little envious of her toned physique.

Emma's foot brushed against groin beneath the table.

“So are you.” She said to me.

Once again, I could only blush. I don’t know what it was, but I felt giddy, and sheepish. I felt like Emma was so far out of my league and I know I used to be her crush, but now I was the one totally crushing on her. I wanted to be with her so badly, and yet I was afraid at any second the bubble would burst, and she’d realize what I loser I am and would just laugh at me and leave me with only my memories and faded glories.

While I was concerned about all that, I also was never, ever more turned on and as I said before I was a big man. And you better believe me in some ways I still am. And yeah, I won’t lie Emma was really turning me on. I only hoped maybe I could return the favor. But, it seemed fate wasn’t going to be in my favor.

“Oh, I'm going to be late,” Emma shouted out as she suddenly checked the time on her phone. “I gotta go!”

“Wait, how about your number?” I asked, feeling a little desperate.

“Tell ya what big man. If you can beat me in arm-wrestling, then I'll give you my number,” Emma challenged me.

I was nervous, but the prize was worth it.

We locked hands and began the match. I knew I didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell against her. But, that didn’t stop me from trying. I knew how easily she lifted that backpack of hers, and I also remembered and knew how she crushed me in those big hugs of hers, so you better damn well believe, I knew I had no chance. But, I also knew I never wanted anything so badly in my entire life, than that number of hers. And I wanted it so badly I was going to move heaven and earth to get it.

Only I think moving heaven and earth would have been easier than moving that strong muscular arm of hers. Because try as I might and you better believe I tried with all my might... I just couldn’t move that arm of hers.

I gave it all I had, grunting with effort, my face contorted with determination. But Emma just smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Aww, it's so cute how you struggle," she said teasingly. "You must really want my number."

I gritted my teeth and grunted out, “I do!” and I pushed harder, trying to force her arm down, but she remained steady. Then, she made a suggestion that made me feel embarrassed.

"Okay, well then you better use both your arms," she said with a smirk. "Let's see what you've got, big man."

I swallowed my pride and used both arms, pouring every ounce of strength and energy I had into the contest. My muscles, what little ones had, at least little compared to Emma’s, trembled and strained, the sweat was pouring down my face, as I struggled to overpower her. You’d think I’d been the nerd and she was the jock, but no... Here I was the big man on campus, losing to a nerdy bookworm.

I would have thought that using both of my arms I would be able to have easily beaten her. But, thinking sadly was never my strong suit, and it turns out that now being strong wasn’t even my strong suit. As even with using both my arms, she was just too strong. Her muscles rippled and bulged and that bicep of hers swelled up large as a granite boulder.

And that chest of hers. The way her muscular pecs pressed up those perky muscular breasts of hers was just a sight to behold. I could see how those pecs of hers would ripple, and the way her breasts would bounce and bob as that tight tank top of hers struggled to contain all her delicious feminine charms.

And you better believe I couldn’t contain that muscular feminine might of hers. I put up a good fight, but with one hefty push she slammed both my arms down on top of the table. Crushing my hand on the table and crushing my chances of getting her number. Not only had she once again crushed her crushed, but she just sacked the sack king himself.

She was a real queen, a muscle queen. And muscles or not, I was embarrassed  for having lost to this nerdy little bookworm... Okay... So maybe the nerdy little bookworm has massive mighty female muscles and pythons for arms and my own arms are way more worm like than hers.

Still, she had beaten me, and she had beaten me fair and square. At least I had made it a challenge for her, I thought, trying to console myself. But it was clear that she was just too strong for me.

“You’re even stronger than you look.” I said to her.

“So are you.” She said back to me.

And I blushed again feeling awfully sheepish and silly, as I didn’t know if she meant that as a compliment or an insult.

As she was leaving, I asked if I could still get her number. But she reminded me that I lost. I felt a little sad. I turned around to leave, but once again I felt those soft strong hands of hers and she spun me around and dipped me down and gave me a big, long kiss.

“Why don't you give me your number instead, and maybe I'll call you sometime,” Emma said with a grin as she lifted me back upright.

That kiss left me breathless, and it wasn’t just from how hard she was squeezing me. And I tell you I’ve never fallen head over heels for a woman like how I did for Emma.

And I mean that both figuratively and literally as once again I couldn’t help but tumble and fall onto the floor.

And Emma just laughed and giggled lightly as she once again picked me up and set me onto my feet. She said goodbye to me and as I watched her leave, I could only hope that she would call me and call me soon.

As I was walking out of that coffee shop a strange thought hit me, almost as strange as having Emma the musclebound brickhouse buff bookworm that she is, hitting on me today... Was I the one who had just been “picked up”.

So strange that in all my life, all the girls I picked up, I never had one pick me up. And yet Emma had just done so both literally and figuratively.

Once again if you would have told me back in high school this all would have happened, that me the big macho jock would both be outmuscled and picked up by that cute little nerdy bookworm, I’d have told you, you were crazy... But, believe me you’re not crazy and you better believe I’m crazy about her.