The Tournament- By OldDave at OldDave000@aol.com A teen armwrestling story where a boy gets more than he bargained for. This story, for it is a work of fiction, takes place in a small California town in the mid 1950s. Pam and Willie were playing Ping-Pong in the rumpus room of Pam's home. They were just completing their sophomore year in HS and he was just 15 while Pam would be 16 next month. They had been friends and neighbors since Kindergarten and for most of that time Pam had been the larger of the two. Not only was gender growth differences involved here but Willie had been very sick as a young boy and then got asthma at about 11 years old. These sicknesses had made him one of the skinner kids in town; hardly weighing more in pounds than he was inches tall. When they started the eighth grade Pam and been four inches taller and 15 pounds heavier than Willie's 5' and 85lbs. It wasn't until just the past year that he had caught up with Pam and he was now 5'8" and 130lbs. to her just over 5'7" and 120lbs. Both were still thin kids but now Willie was finally a little bigger than Pam. Pam slammed a serve passed Willie for a winner and said "that's five out of five. Think you've had enough Willie?" This was not an unusual occurrence for Pam was a much better athlete and usually won their contests which was why Willie challenged her so seldom. Ever since they were small Pam had beaten him at Ping-Pong, foot racing, swimming and lately, tennis. The only things he won at were the non-athletic contests like checkers and chess, both of which he excelled in. "Yeah, I've had enough, lets do something I have a chance of winning" replied Willie, "how about a game of checkers?" "Nah, I don't want to just sit around, let's go up to the track and have a race" suggested Pam, who usually won by at least 3 yards in the 100-yard dash. It wasn't that Willie was slow, he was a fairly good runner but he was no match for his long-legged friend. "You always win there too, lets do something I have a chance at, like armwrestling" suggested Willie, who, now that he was bigger, and a boy, was sure that this was something he could win at. "You think you're stronger than me?" asked Pam. "Yeah, look my arm is bigger than yours" said Willie, flexing his arm and producing a small bulge on his upper arm. Pam took one look and, with a knowing smile on her face, said "OK, lets try something new." She had armwrestled her older brother once and, while she had lost, had surprised him in how hard he had to work to win. She had never really thought about it but now that she did she was sure that her arms, when flexed were as big if not bigger than Willie's. She might have been thin but she was not skinny, with fairly broad shoulders and her skin pulled tight over lean muscles. She had no fat on her athletic body, while Willie was truly skinny, looking more bony and no where's near as fit as Pam appeared. Pam was sure that her wry, hard muscles were stronger than his more doughy looking little things and that she would have no trouble in once again defeating him. It was spring and she was wearing tan pedal pushers and a light blue sleeveless blouse, while Willie had on his usual jeans and a tee shirt. Pam got a blanket out and spread it on the floor for them to lie on and asked "best two out of three OK Willie?" as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. "Fine" answered Willie, the site of Pam's muscles as she pulled her hair back causing him to wonder if he wasn't about to get beat again. Suddenly her arms didn't look smaller than his at all. If anything they appeared larger. As they were getting set Pam's 12-year-old sister Beth and her friend Sandy walked in. Both girls were dressed like Pam in pedal pushers and sleeveless tops, Beth all in white and Sandy in a red blouse and blue pants. Beth was a carbon copy of here older sister, tall, thin and athletic and, at 5'4" and 95lbs., bigger than her sister had been at her age. Like Pam she had shoulder length light brown hair. Sandy was shorter and stockier at 5'1" and 110lbs. with muscles showing on her arms and legs and budding young breasts about the size of the slower developing Pam. She was also the neighborhood tomboy who loved to compete in boy's games, including tackle football and wrestling. In fact she had defeated an older, bigger boy, pinning him to the ground until he agreed that she could play football with them. "What are you guys doing?" asked the sixth grader of her older sister. "We're going to armwrestle," said her sister. "Neat" replied Beth, "can we watch?" "Heck with just watching" Sandy interjected, "can we get into this game too?" "Sure" replied Pam, "we can have a tournament." At this reply Beth looked dubious for she knew that both Sandy and Pam were stronger than she was and assumed that Willie, being the biggest and a boy, was the strongest of all. After seeing Pam's arm in a semi-flexed position Willie was no longer that sure of himself but he was sure that he would have no trouble with Beth and should even be able to beat Sandy who was eight inches shorter and 20lbs, lighter than he. "OK, if that's what you want," Willie responded, showing little enthusiasm for this turn of events. He was in a no-win situation with the addition of the younger girls. If he won he was just doing the minimum expected of an older boy and maybe taking advantage of littler girls. If he lost, or even had a hard time he would be greatly embarrassed. "OK, lets get started" instructed Pam. "Willie, you take on Beth and I'll take Sandy. The winners will then contest for the championship." Beth, who was sure she would lose to whoever she had as an opponent, was glad it was going to be Willie, who she had always liked and who was always nice to her. "OK, lets get it over with" she replied. "Just give it your best" said her sister, with a smile of encouragement on her face. Pam knew her little sister, while not as strong as she, was stronger than either Beth or her opponent thought. Willie lay down and clasped hands with Beth, having the clear psychological advantage as well as an apparent physical one. The older boy and the younger, smaller girl locked hands and Willie was a little surprised at the tightness of the little girl's grip. Like her older sister, Beth had long slim hands and, with the boy's short fingers, her hand was as big as his. Beth, with her lack of confidence, noticed none of this and, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, said to Willie "lets get this over." "I'm sorry Beth, this wasn't my idea," said Willie softly. Pam called out 1-2-3-go and Willie started to easily press Beth's arm down with little resistance from the reluctant young girl. While Beth was sure she would lose, her competitive nature finally took hold and she put all her strength into stopping the downward progress of her arm. Her small arm tensed and began to show a hard little muscle as she brought Willie's arm to a stop and even pushed the bigger boy's arm back a little. But it was too late. Her arm was already 2/3s of the way down and Willie's strength, and the increased leverage this angle gave him, allowed Willie to continue to push Beth's arm closer to the floor. Willie was using almost all of his strength to slowly, actually much too slowly given his seemingly large advantage, force Beth's arm down to the floor. With a final push, Beth resisting all the way, Willie put her arm to the ground. But it had taken him over three-quarters of a minute to achieve this win over the smaller, younger girl. Willie was taken aback by the strength Beth had shown. It had been much harder to win than he thought it would, but he put this off to the fact that he had not really been trying at first and that, after all he did win. This gave him confidence that he would do so again as he and Beth locked up for a second for their best 2 out of 3 tests. Beth, on the other hand, was exhilarated for she knew that she had not really been trying when Willie first brought her arm down. She also realized that it was more the leverage that Willie had from her arm being at an awkward angle, than superior strength that allowed him to win. So Beth locked up with much more confidence and a determination to try as hard as she could. Plus she had the other two girls cheering her on and giving her encouragement. Pam once again said "one-two-three-go" and the two opponents started to push, one pretty sure he would win again and the other curious to see if what she could do and excited that she might be able to beat this larger, older boy. The excitement got her adrenaline going and she started to move Willie's longer arm down. Willie could not believe this and threw his whole strength into stopping her. He held her steady for about 10 seconds and then Beth, following Sandy's direction to get her shoulder into it, started to push him down again. At about the half minute mark Willie's arm was half way to the floor and Beth looked up at him and saw that Willie had his head down and was struggling hard to keep her from going forward. "I think I can do this" she said to the cheering girls. This comment broke Willie's concentration and he looked up to see the small young girl looking at him with an assurance he no longer felt. As they stared at each other Beth, feeling a lessening of exertion in Willie's hand, gave a push downward with all her might and slammed his hand to the ground. Willie was shocked and bewildered by this weird turn of events. What had been a spur of the moment challenge to his friend had somehow turned into a serious test of strength with a little girl 2 ½ years younger and 35lbs lighter. And he had just lost to her. Sure they were even but she had beaten him when the both were trying hard and he was not sure he could keep it from happening again. Pam and Sandy congratulated Beth but Pam, feeling sorry for her friend, cut it off and said "OK, now you're even, lets do the last one." Beth could hardly contain herself. She had known Willie for as long as she could remember and the fact that she might be stronger that this older, larger boy was more than she could have imagined. To think that she didn't even want to do this and now, regardless of who won the next one, she had this win to cherish. Willie also would have to remember this moment. He might try to tell himself that it was a fluke but deep down he knew he had given it his all and lost to this little kid. Now she was laying there grinning from ear to ear, her bright blue eyes sparkling, elbow planted in the blanket and arm up, ready to give him another test. With renewed determination he griped her hand, ready to spring with all his strength the moment Pam gave the word. And that is just what he did. In the split second that Pam finished go, Willie put all his arm and shoulder strength into a quick, hard push and slammed Beth's arm to the floor. "Hey, I wasn't ready" said the upset young girl. "You should have been, Willie didn't start until I said go" explained her big sister. "Granted he went right as I said it but there's more to this game than strength" continued Pam. "Strategy counts too." "But I would have won if we had both started at the same time" complained Beth with more conviction now than she had had at the start of the last test. "Maybe, maybe not" responded Pam, "we'll never know. Just be ready next time." "I want a rematch" declared Beth. "Not now" countered Pam, casting a glance at the silent Willie, "it's Sandy and my turn." "OK, but later, right Willie" Rachael challenged the subdued victor, who just grunted non- committally as Pam and Sandy lay down on the blanket facing each other and locked hands. They made a strange site. Whereas Beth's arms were almost as long as Willie's so that their arms were almost at the same angle, Pam, whose long thin arms were much longer than Sandy's shorter, but thicker ones, had to bend her arm almost a third of the way down to lock up with Sandy's upright arm. So, while Pam had the leverage advantage of a longer arm this advantage was negated by the angle of her arm. Pam couldn't bring here shoulder and back muscles into play like she could if their arms were even, she would have to rely on her arm strength. So the match would be strength against strength and on the surface the edge in that department seemed to go to Sandy whose seemly larger biceps and forearms showed clear definition unusual in a 12 year old girl. Willie asked if they were ready and both shook their heads yes so he said "one-two-three-go" and both girls tightened their grips and began pushing. Pam wasn't surprised at Sandy's strength, she knew the smaller girl was strong. But she also knew her own strength and she was confident as she started to exert her full power and slowly began to force Sandy's arm down. This surprised Sandy who had fully expected to beat her taller but thinner opponent. With an extra burst of effort Sandy brought their arms back to even and they held that position for almost 15 seconds until Pam began to gain the advantage and again move Sandy's hand downward. Inch by inch Sandy's hand moved toward to floor but she wasn't going easily. Her face turned red with effort and the muscles stood out on her arms as Pam's superior strength slowly overcame her resistance. Pam's arms were also showing her muscles, long, thin ones in both here upper and forearms. They looked like bands of wire stretched hard and tight. Now that they were flexed they were clearly as large, if not larger than Sandy's. Beth was cheering for Sandy while a subdued Willie was noticing this display of strength and the muscles bigger and harder than his, standing out on both girls. Now knowing that he had gotten in over his head he wished that he had just let it go at losing at Ping-Pong instead of getting into this test of strength with these girls with muscles. Finally, after almost two minutes of struggling, Pam brought Sandy's hand down onto the blanket. "Boy that was tough" said Pam as she wiped some sweat from her forehead, "you're sure strong Sandy. Want to rest a couple of minutes." "Nah, I'm not tired" replied the perky tomboy, flexing her sore hand. "Come on, I'll get you this time." They locked hands again and the observers saw a repeat of the first match. Sandy gave it all she had, even getting Pam's arm started down at one point, but Pam was just enough stronger to finally force her opponents arm down to the floor. But she was not that much stronger and the match again went close to two minutes, with both girls' red faced and sweating, arm muscles taut and neck tendons standing out, before Pam was able to pin Sandy's arm to the ground. Sandy never gave up, fighting to the end. As Sandy's arm touched the blanket both girls collapsed and roller over on their backs gasping for air. Beth was thrilled by her friend's match with her big sister whose strength she new from a few (very few as they were really good friends for siblings) painful encounters. Willie, who had left the room at the end of the match, returned with glasses of cold water for the two combatants. The girls, now sitting up and congratulating each other, drank gratefully, thanking Willie for his thoughtfulness. This was not a struggle between enemies but a game between friends, and Pam was glad to see that Willie was still his nice, gentle self and not apparently resentful of what she knew were at least two and maybe three girls stronger than himself. She had no idea of the secret thrill Willie was experiencing in watching these strong girls compete with muscles showing. He was about to get more of a thrill and find out just how strong Pam was, for it was now time for the second round. "OK, now for the next round" said Pam. "I'm 2-0, Willie's 2-1 while Sandy's 0-2 and Beth's 1-2. So Beth goes against Sandy and Willie's wrestling me." "Armwrestling" corrected Willie, wanting to make sure he limited his exposure. "For now" responded Pam with a sly smile on her face. "Afraid to take me on Willie?" she challenged. "N-no" he stammered, "just making sure of what we're doing." "Want to wrestle later?" Pam asked sweetly. "Hey, that would really be fun, lets have a wrestling tournament next, I know I'll beat all you guys" chimed in Sandy, ever confident of her abilities. "I'm not so sure of that Sandy" Pam responded, "I just proved who was stronger." "Yeah, but I've wrestled boys and beat them, I'll bet you haven't done that" countered Sandy. "No, not yet" answered Pam with an emphasis on yet, giving Willie a look that made him shiver in a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. "Now lets you and Beth armwrestle." Beth and Sandy stretched out on the blanket, Sandy with her bigger, if shorter, arms, and a distinct biceps showing on here young arm, and even her calf muscles pushing against her tight pedal pushers, while Beth, whose arms and legs were longer than Sandy's but smaller, had little muscle showing on her tight, lean arms. As the young girls clasped hands Sandy gave Beth's a squeeze to show her what was coming. But Beth, who in her own mind knew she had beaten Willie, was not intimidated, even though she knew she was probably not as strong as Sandy. And this proved to be the case. Try as she might after Pam had started them, Beth could not stop Sandy from putting her arm down twice in a row. It wasn't a snap however, as it took Sandy, who was more tired from her match with Pam than she would admit, better than a minute each time to force a struggling Beth's arm down. And the small muscles standing out on the arms of both girls, Beth looking like a smaller copy of her sister, gave proof that Beth made Sandy work hard for her victory. Still Sandy had won decisively and Willie watching this could see the handwriting on the wall. Maybe he didn't have great coordination and wasn't very strong but he was smart and could easily add 2+2 and get 4. In this case he had had a hard time beating Beth and had lost one time whereas Sandy, who had lost to Pam, had beaten Beth twice, in neither of which did Beth make any headway against her stronger foe. That indicated that Sandy was stronger than he was and, since Pam had beaten Sandy two zip it was clear to him he had no real chance of beating Pam. Well, he had started this so he had to continue to the finish and it wouldn't be the first time he had lost to his friend. So, when Pam lay down on the blanket, elbow on the ground and hand up, saying "our turn Willie" he lay down and gripped her hand. Pam's hand, with her long fingers engulfed Willie's smaller, thicker hand and her forearms were just a little longer so they were locked up with forearms perpendicular and right next to each other. Seeing their arms together Willie realized that Pam's arm were at least the same size as his and maybe a little bigger, not smaller as he had thought. With her tight, athletic muscles, it was obvious that hers were stronger than his more doughy ones. He now knew just how much he had blown it with his stupid challenge. But he also felt a tingling in his loins as he felt the strength of her grip and he started to get hard pressing into the blanket. Sandy said "one, two three go" and Willie started to push as hard as he could. Feeling his full strength, which was no where near equal to Sandy's, Pam decided to try something. As Willie pushed as hard as he could, head down and straining as hard as he could, Pam winked at her young audience and Willie felt Pam's arm start to move downward. Willie was surprised and excited. Maybe he was wrong and Beth's win had been a fluke because ever so slowly, exerting all of his limited strength, he was moving Pam's arm downward. As they reached the three-quarter mark, with Pam's hand about 3 inches from the floor, Willie heard her say "well, that's far enough." Willie looked up, surprised to find Pam relaxed and smiling. "You mean you're giving up?" he asked hopefully. "Of course not silly" Pam replied, "I'm just saying that's as far as you're going" and she started to push his arm upward. She gained an inch or so before Willie, realizing what she had done and, with a mighty effort, anger adding to his strength, stopped her upward progress at about halfway. Willie held her there, as Pam, using her full strength began to realize that she had given Willie too much leverage which, added to his anger at her insult, was making it very difficult for her to recover lost ground. Her two hard matches with Sandy had taken more out of her than she realized, and, while Willie was not that strong or in great shape due to his asthma, he did work in a store and mowed lawns, so he had some strength. Maybe not as much as athletic girls like Pam and Sandy (and maybe Beth) but enough to give Pam a real battle when he had the leverage. Still Pam was stronger, with larger, harder muscles as was now clearly shown from the sight of both arms straining as hard as possible. They both had thin arms but Pam's was larger, particularly when flexed, and her muscle more defined. Calling on the last of her reserves, Pam slowly moved Willie's arm back to even. At this point they both relaxed some, with Pam's larger hand holding Willie's tightly. Over a minute and a half had passed since they had started and both were sweating and panting from their efforts. Pam in particular was spent, having had two very tough struggles with Sandy and then this dumb move of hers had resulted in expending her last reserves. "You're stronger than I thought Willie" she said to her friend, "want to call this one a draw?" "No way" replied Willie, equally exhausted but thinking he might get a win here, "lets finish." "Sure you want to push this Willie?" asked Pam with a menacing tone in her voice. "You're just going to piss me off." The tone of her voice brought Willie up short. In addition, he was noticing that the armwrestling and moving around in his prone position had aroused him and he didn't want to make a mess and embarrass himself with an orgasm. "Just kidding Pam" he quickly responded, "I'll take a draw. Besides I have to go to the bathroom." With that he got awkwardly to his feet in a way so the girls would not see the bulge in his pants. "Take you time Willie, I'll get us some Cokes," said Pam. So Willie went to relieve himself in private and Pam went to get them some cokes. While they were gone the two younger girls discussed the tournament and decided that Beth should get another chance with Willie because of his quick start on their last match. "I've got an idea," said Sandy, "just wait till Pam finishes with Willie." "OK" replied Beth, "I'm sure I could have won if he hadn't jumped before I was ready." "Me too" agreed Sandy. Pam came back in drinking her coke and both girls told her that Beth should have another chance to beat Willie. "Just wait till I'm done and we'll see" cautioned Pam. She was finishing her coke when Willie returned looking and feeling a little washed out. "You OK Willie" Pam asked? "Yeah, I guess that last match tired me out. You're a lot stronger than I though" replied a dispirited Willie. "Well you are too" replied Pam, "but you shouldn't be too surprised, I usually win our contests. Besides I haven't won-yet." "OK, let's get started again" replied a resigned Willie, pretty sure he wasn't going to win but willing to follow through since he had started all of this. Pam was fully refreshed from her rest and the sugar and caffeine in the coke, while the lassitude Willie had after his orgasm were barely offset by the lift in the coke. The two friends lay down on the blanket, both fairly certain of what was to come. After all, Pam had let Willie get here arm almost all the way down and not only couldn't he finish her, as he had Beth, but she had, albeit with great effort, brought his hand back to starting the position before she ran out of steam. The best Willie could hope for was another draw but when Pam tightened her grip around his hand that faint hope left quickly. "One-two-three-go" said Sandy and the two opponents started pushing, Willie with all of his strength, Pam with just enough, about half, to hold him steady. Once she was sure of their relative strengths, Pam exerted a little increased pressure and Willie's quivering arm started its slow progression down to the floor. Pam was only using about 60% of her strength and her young audience noticed that her muscles were not standing out like they had when she used her full strength to beat Sandy and bring Willie back to even. The young girls looked at each other with a knowing look on their faces. They were both sure that Sandy could easily beat Willie and that Beth had a good chance if she could get a rematch. Willie noticed nothing but his slow progress to defeat. At about 30 seconds Willie's arm was halfway to the floor, moving in a slow but steady pace, seemly unaffected by the pressure applied by the straining of every muscle in his body. Fifteen seconds later, having never increased her pressure over 60%; Pam gently pushed Willie's hand the final inch to the floor. "Good match Willie" complimented Pam, hoping that her friend would not feel too bad, for he really was a good guy and she like him and did not to hurt his feelings anymore than she could help. "Want to rest before we go for the last one?" she asked. "Nah, you'd just win again so I'll forfeit" responded Willie, still feeling the lassitude from the orgasm. The first match with Pam had turned him on; not only the physical closeness but also the being overpowered by a stronger girl. Now he just felt tired. He was glad he had started this, and even secretly glad Pam had dominated him, but now he was just feeling washed out. "Are you sure Willie" Pam asked, surprised at his giving up so soon and not realizing the real reason for his decision. "We're just having fun, right?" "Yeah, and it was fun, even though you always win" responded Willie, "but I know when I'm beat and now my arm's tired. "Want to go left- handed," asked Pam, who knew Willie was left-handed and had been a good sport about not pointing that out. Willie brightened a little at this idea and said "OK, one more time, and this with my strongest arm." So they lay down for one more test, this time left-handed. When they locked hands Willie noticed that Pam's grip was still felt strong. Sandy started them and Willie brought his full strength to bear and Pam's arm started moving down. He was stronger left-handed and Pam was giving up a little strength by not using her dominant arm. But it was not enough. Using her full strength Pam stopped Willie's progress and began the process of getting back to the start position. It took her only about 5 seconds to do that and then she started pushing Willie's stronger left arm down. She got him about one quarter of the way down but could get no further. Willie had gritted his teeth and found that if he just locked his arm he could hold her. He couldn't push her back but could halt her progress. And it was easier, it didn't take as much effort and Pam was expending hers. At this rate she would get tired first and he had a chance to win. Pam realized this too and quit pushing, keeping just enough pressure on to hold Willie where he was. After about a minute of this stalemate the two friends looked at each other, laughed and released their hands, ending in another draw. They lay there grinning at each other and Willie silently thanked his friend for this opportunity. However the tournament wasn't over yet. Sandy said " OK Pam you're the winner but I came in second." "What do you mean" responded Pam, "Willie and I were gong for the championship. Even though he lost to me that means he finished second." "That's not fair" complained Sandy, "I beat Beth two straight while he lost once to her. That means that either he and I should armwrestle or I come in second." "She's got a point Willie," said a reluctant Pam, "what do you say." There was no way that Willie, in his present condition, wanted to armwrestle this strong little tomboy. He had seen her take Pam full out and beat Beth much easier than he could hope to do. He might get a sexual charge from losing to her at another time but not now. So he said, "OK, OK if it's so important to her she can be second and I'll take third." "Afraid to wrestle me Willie" asked Sandy? "No, I'm not afraid of you, just tired after those three times with Pam and I don't care if you want to have second place" said Willie, who was always a good sport, even in losing. "How about me Willie," asked a frustrated Beth, "you know that last one with me wasn't really fair." "Come on, give me another chance, please" the young girl who had known Willie all her life and knew he was a soft touch, pleaded. She took his hand and pulled him toward the blanket. Willie knew that he had taken advantage of this young girl he had always liked and even whose side he took when he thought her older sister was being unfair. Besides he hadn't done that badly against Pam who was much stronger than her little sister. If worst came to worst he had discovered that he could lock his arm and get at least a draw. "OK, one more time" said an agreeable Willie. "Thanks Willie, I knew you'd be a nice guy about it" said Beth as she flopped down on the blanket and put her arm up, ready to go. Willie grinned at this cute and feisty little girl and lay down and took her right hand, as that was what they had used before. Even though his arm was still tired Willie decided to try to win and push with Beth who was well rested since her losses to Sandy. Pam started them and Willie, who had a lot more respect for Beth's strength than he did last time, began pushing with full strength right at the start. So did Beth and for several seconds their arms remained static, with the little muscles standing out on Beth's arms making her look like the smaller version of her sister that she was. And with the same wry, understated strength. Willie, who was more tired than he had thought felt his arm begin to quiver and start to move down. Beth was winning but Willie would not give up and continued to push rather than just lock his arm. So his arm continued its downward path. It was not until his arm was two thirds of the way to the floor that Willie tried to lock it up as he had done with Pam. But it was too late, he had given Beth too much leverage. This leverage, added to her strength that was at least equal to his when both were fresh and clearly superior in his tired condition, allowed Beth to continue to press Willie's arm down till it hit the floor. Beth had won the rematch in less than a minute and that gave her 2 wins and one loss against Willie and third place. And Willie, with only one win and two losses against Beth and one loss and two gift draws against Pam, was clearly in last place. He had started out thinking that this would be a way to finally beat his friend at something athletic and had ended up not only losing to her but also to her younger sister, a girl 2 ½ years younger, 4" shorter and 30lbs lighter. And he been intimidated by another smaller, younger girl who he knew was going to wrestle and beat him some day. He was confused. He was embarrassed by losing, particularly to a younger, smaller girl when guys should be stronger. At the same time he had a sexual thrill from the losing to the girls and this embarrassed him further. So he tried to put a good face on it and smiling congratulated a beaming Beth, got up and said "well that wasn't the best idea I ever had." "Don't feel bad Willie, you know I'm stronger and you were tired when you wrestled Beth" said Pam, trying to soften the blow to his ego and having no idea of his secret joy. "Yeah, but she won one when we were fresh too" replied Willie the realist, "she's just like you, a lot stronger than she looks." I've got to go so I'll see you later" he said , heading for the door. "Remember it's my turn next" called Sandy to the retreating Willie who just waved and left. Afterword: This is a work of fiction, it didn't happen but, unlike many stories we all enjoy here, it could have. Young, athletic girls can clearly be stronger than non-athletic, nerdy type guys, and girls like Pam and Sandy abound in all of our memories of childhood and youth. While the characters are fiction the lead girl, Pam is drawn on a friend from childhood who was a dynamite Ping-Pong player whom I could never beat. We never arm-wrestled however, even though I often fantasized about testing her, I never got up never enough to ask. I have no doubt she would have won just like I described here. In fact this story is an offshoot of a dream I had about her the other night. It wasn't this story, which got a life of its own once I stated writing it, but it did provide the inspiration She didn't have any younger sister; Beth is a complete figment of my imagination while Sandy is a composition of several girls I knew and named for a girl that has appeared in another story in these pages. Willie is also a composition of myself and some other guys. I enjoy the type of story that reflects the probable rather than the improbable and hope that you readers have also. Send any comments, criticisms or questions to: OldDave000@aol.com.