A TRUE ARMWRESTLING STORY
by KS




Me and some friends of mine went to a birthday party yesterday. On our
arrival, there was already a noisy and funny crowd there, most of them sitting
at a large table, having drinks and enjoying the music.

I took a look around a saw her; Claudia (20), dancing on her own and obviously
having a great time. She looked like an angel: Long blond hair, bright blue
eyes and a great, sexy female body. I (22) knew her from the times we went to
school as kids. Now I just couldn't help starring at her. She was in great
shape, and man, she looked sexy as hell in her tight clothes. I remembered
that back in school she has been very good at track and field, specially
running short and long distances, and she had always been in favour of
competing.

The last time I had seen her, about a year ago, she had just started to do
weights as well, and she had been very keen on showing the muscle she gained
from it to everybody.

I could see the passion and excitement in her eyes as she felt my rather big
biceps (after she had forced me to flex it). I had done sets of 80 press-ups
or so in the Army, but I could do more. She was impressed, as she told me.
"But I'm a strong girl, you know." - "If you say so." . She looked at me; "I
can be a match for you!" she suddenly said with a sweet smile. I had to laugh,
and I smiled back. "You're a little girl, Claudia.", I replied arrogantly. She
didn't reply anything, just sat down at a table and put her ellbow on it.
"Come on!" she said. I was stunned again. Now, she was almost my size, but
after all she was a girl, weighing not much more than about 100 to 110 lbs.. I
was about 160 lbs. I said "Come on, girl!", but all the people had already
begun to assemble and to shout.

I hesitated and smiled, even though I didn't feel like it, until I sat down at
the opposite side of the table. My friends stood behind me, making fun of the
girl, making fun of me. They told me to end it quickly, and that was what I
wanted to do.

But as I locked arms with Claudia, she seemed very self-confident. Her hand
was rather small, and I just couldn't imagine it would cost me any strain to
end this. I looked into her eyes and was surprised: She smiled sweetly, still
looking like a blond angel, but there was a look of strange passion in her
bright blue eyes. She was burning with ambition and excitement! And as someone
screamed "Go!", and I started to press at once, there was something else; a
look of pure strength, just too much to suit that girl, too much to believe. I
had to put my eyes down, but at that point it struck me anyway: Her small hand
suddenly held mine in an iron grip. I couldn't help to inhale deeply because
of the pain I felt, and I was almost unable to exhale again. Our lower arms
didn't move at all, even though I was going by 100 percent. I starred at her
tight female muscles that moved like animals under the sleeve of her thin
blouse.

It seemed unreal to me. By that time she had managed to bow my wrist back down
a bit, but my lower arm was still in an almost upright position. The crowd had
calmed down. Just like me, they couldn't believe what was going on. I looked
up into Claudia's eyes again. Now she was completely calm and relaxed, all
self-confident. I gave all I could and slowly gained a slight advantage, since
I got my wrist and lower arm upright again, and I forced her a tiny little bit
to her side.

But still she was holding me, even though her armwrestling technique wasn't
very good. Anyway, there was something about her grip and the way she
armwrestled that felt like cold steel, and it chilled the hell out of me. I
just couldn't help her pure, overwhelming female strength. I felt pretty
exhausted after the strain of gaining advantage.

She seemed to recognize that and smiled again, and embarrassment ran me over
like a wave of hot water; was it possible she just played with me? We had been
armwrestling for a minute and a half already without much movement. The crowd
began to yell again. They finally realized she could do it, and they wanted to
see her win. Something in her eyes told me to get ready for the final round
now, and please not to take it personal. I felt like a bull in a Spanish
bullfight; ready to be killed by a superior bullfighter, surrounded by people
who want to see the bull die.

Her fresh strength hit me like an avalanche now, she pinned my muscular lower
arm slowly, but inevitably down to the table. Her face got close to mine, and
I felt her warm sweet breath on my face, while I could hardly breathe any more
because of the strain. I knew I couldn't win this any more, but I clenched my
teeth and fought until the end - and I'm certainly not a whimp. It was only
that her breathing got a bit heavier, and there was a tiny little bit of sweat
at the back of her hand now; my sweat ran down my back. She would never stop
until the end. I was shattered.

My arm was shaking as the back of my hand touched the table. I had lost at
last. The crowd clapped hands for her, but they also tapped my shoulder; no
one shouted any more, since all the guys felt they wouldn't have done any
better. She was just too tough!

She smiled at me, an honest smile, completely happy and relaxed, and shook my
hand. "You're pretty strong", she said with a tone of respect in her voice.
"That was great, Frank. But let's go dance now!"

She still held my hand and lead me to the dancefloor. My knees were still 
shaking, both from the strain and from the great view on her dancing like 
a goddess.