School Girls



There were two women at school who had big forearms, but I never really
saw their upper arms unil late spring. Debbie was 5'11" tall and a good
180 pounds and Karen was 5'9" and all of 165 pounds. Debbie and I were
working on a project one day when I noticed her arm, both fore and upper,
were larger than mine. I flexed mine beside hers and the peaked of mine
was over hers....that is, until she flexed. Her arm was several sizes
larger than mine and felt like a rock. Karen and I were talking at lunch
one day when a friend of hers challenged her to arm wrestle. I give them
a start, and I am surprised at the big, thick, peaked biceps muscle that
jumps up on Karen's arm. She smiles the entire match, even though the guy
is moaning, and slowly pulls his arm down. Just a few seconds before his
hand hits the table, I hear a voice say "I want the winner!" I turn
around to see who it was...and see Debbie smiling back....and she is
sleeveless. 'Cool', I think. Karen, not one to back down from a challenge
sets her arm back up on the table and Debbie quickly joins her. "Not too
many women wnat to take me on," says Karen. "I have never lost to one."
"Neither have I," answers Debbie. "I guess one of our records is about to
be blemished." I am in hog heaven as two big-muscled women square off,
biceps bulging and forearms rippling with muscle. Debbie's arm is longer
and her hand larger, but Karen's upper and forearm muscles are more cut
and just as large as Debbie's. They quickly get a grip and I give them a
start. Muscles ripple on Debbie's forearm, but just plain bulge on
Karen's, and, of course, biceps swell impressively, Debbie's big and
round, Karen's cut and well-peaked. They lock eyes and strain, waiting
for the other's strength to fade or to show pain in the eyes. But their
arms just shake, neither being the stronger. Debbie, being light skinned,
is fast turning red all over. Karen, having her usual nice tan, is just
getting a little darker. Several other students and one instructor have
stopped to watch, and a buzz is developing about who will win this match
between titans. The opinions are split about even. Neither are moaning at
all, but their breathing is getting heavy, deep, and often. Karen tries
to turn her wrist to change her angle of attack, but Debbie's wrist is
too strong. Debbie counters by slamming her weight repeatedly into the
back of her hand, but Karen's arm is too strong to be hammered down.
Strength being even and technique not working, the women settle down for
an endurance match. After 75 seconds have passed, Debbie has just gotten
a deeper color of red and Karen is biting the hell out of her lower lip.
Soft moaning now acompanys each breath from both women. My arms are
hurting just watching them. Both are athletes, having played softball for
years, so their endurance is great, but the limits are being reached.
Karen suddenly breaks eye contact and moans, bowing her head. A four
letter word is groaned out, and I notice that their hands are shaking
worse than before. Now a steady barrage of cuss words flow from Karen,
along with a lot of moaning. I now see that she is also slowly losing
ground. Karen is tiring! Debbie's face has not changed, except that maybe
her face is even darker red, which has now spread to her bulging upper
arms. Karen has turned her arm so Debbie is pulling on her biceps, which
are slowing being stretched. Karen stares at her upper arm, not wanting
to believe she is losing. But she is, and now Debbie slams her weight
behind her hand, which had no effect before, but now knocks Karen's arm
down futher. At the halfway down point, Karen moves her elbow toward
Debbie's arm, and brings their arms almost to the starting point.
Debbie's friends moan, wondering if Debbie has shot all of her guns.
Karen's friends cheer, thinking Karen is making a comeback. But, no,
Karen's muscles are too far gone, and her arm is pulled back down. She
tries the move again, but the strength is just not there. Finally, after
almost three minutes of strain, Debbie pins Karen's arm. Both put their
heads down and breath, totality exhausted. Then they hug and flex their
left arms, the right arms being too sore.