Taller and Stronger
By Brent	
Amy's boyfriend knows she's taller than he is; now he's going to learn something else


Amy and Stan were high school seniors and had been dating for several weeks.
Amy was a tall girl, about 5 feet 10 inches and weighed 140 pounds. She had
long dirty blond hair and blue eyes. She was gorgeous and very athletic with
long strong arms, a flat stomach, full breasts, and shapely legs. She was on
the gymnastics and volleyball teams and worked out regularly (aerobics and
weights). Stan was shorter, about 5 feet 7 inches and 153 pounds. He was less
athletic than Amy but he was in decent shape. He was also a fairly
good-looking guy. Today the two of them were sharing a soda at the local
hamburger place as they often did. When they had finished Amy said, "Stan, I
need to talk to you about something."

Stan replied, "OK what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I really like you. It's hard for tall girls to find dates
sometimes. I really appreciate how you are not bothered by the fact that I am
taller than you. I know people laugh and the guys tease you about it
sometimes." Amy explained.

"Amy, your height doesn't bother me and I don't care what other people think."
Stan said reassuringly.

"I know, but there is something else about me that you may not like and I want
you find out about it now so that it doesn't come out a bad time and embarrass
you in front of someone."

"Honey, you're the best looking girl in school. What don't I know about you
that could be so embarrassing?" Asked Stan.

Amy hesitated and then answered, "Well, not only am I taller than you but I'm
also stronger than you are."

Stan laughed and said, "Amy, is that what you are worried about? Come on, I
now you're tall and in great shape but I don't think you're stronger than me.
I've got a good 10 pounds on you and besides guys are naturally stronger than
girls. So you don't need to worry about embarrassing me with your strength."

Amy looked worry, "I am worried. My last boyfriend wasn't bothered by my
height either but he learned that I was stronger than him by accident. We were
with a group of friends doing volunteer work at the library and there was this
footlocker full of books and he tried to carry it upstairs but he couldn't so
I carried it for him. One of his friends made a comment and he was so
humiliated that he did not talk to me for the rest of the day. The very next
day he broke up with me and called me a freak. I don't want to ever go through
that again so you have to believe when I tell you that I am stronger than you.
I want you to accept it and decide now if you want to keep seeing me so we can
both avoid being humiliated."

Stan listened attentively and waited a few seconds before he responded. He
looked at Amy. She was wearing long sleeves so he could not see her arms but
he took in her broad round shoulders, her trim athletic figure, and her
shapely legs that he could see under the table. Finally, he said, "I'm really
sorry your old boyfriend hurt you but I do not think you need to worry. I just
do not believe you could be that strong. You can't be stronger than I am."

Amy sighed and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. I'll have to prove
it to you."

"How?" Asked her boyfriend.

Amy explained, "It has to be definitive, there can't be any question about it
so I think the best way that I can force you to admit the truth is for us to
go to my house...and wrestle."

"You have to be kidding." Said Stan with a laugh.

"I'm not kidding. There's nobody at my house now so we won't be disturbed. If
I beat you and make you submit I can make you admit it out loud. If we do it
any other way you will be able to make excuses. So we have to wrestle." Amy
was dead serious.

The thought of grappling with his tall athletic girlfriend was starting to
appeal to Stan. He was still surprised by the whole conversation but realized
that this was important to Amy and decided he had better go along with it. "OK
Amy, if I have to beat you at wrestling to reassure you that you that I won't
dump you I'll do it."

"OK, lets go." Amy said. They drove to Amy's house and went inside. Amy led
Stan to the garage. Amy's family had a large two-car garage that they had
converted to an exercise room for her. In the center was a large square mat
that Amy used to practice gymnastics and do aerobics. Around the edges was her
other exercise equipment; weights, parallel bars, a treadmill, etc. She said
to Stan, "I'm going to go change, I suggest you stretch out." Then she went
back into the house change clothes. Stan was already wearing shorts and a tank
top so all he had to do was remove his shoes and socks. He began stretching
and warming up. As he did he thought about how hard it was to believe this was
even happening. He kept thinking to himself, I am going to have a wrestling
match with my girlfriend. This is so weird. He decided he would try his best
not to hurt her feelings but she had to be taught a lesson so that she would
stop worrying about this whole strength thing. When Amy returned, much to
Stan's delight, she was wearing a bright blue bikini top and matching bicycle
shorts. She was in bare feet and her dirty blond hair was down cascaded over
her shoulders. As Amy stretched out she looked fantastic. As she moved, all of
her muscles were flexing, tightening, and relaxing with the movements of her
body. Stan stared at her back muscles, her thighs, her calves, her abs, and
her biceps as they flexed in front of him. He realized that she was in even
better condition then he had thought but still he was not worried bout the
match.

When she was ready she said to Stan, "This is submission wrestling, no points,
no count outs, no hitting or hair-pulling or biting." Stan giggled as she
spoke. Amy continued, "We'll make it best 2 out of 3 falls so you can't say it
was some kind of fluke. I wish you wouldn't make me do this but when ever
you're ready move to your side of the mat." Amy moved to one side of the mat
and waited for Stan to get to his position.

Stan moved to the opposite side of the map and said, "I'm ready."

Amy said, "Wrestle." She moved to the center of the ring went into a crouch
and began circling. Stan followed suit. The 5'10" blond moved around the mat
smoothly and gracefully. They watched each other closely as they slowly closed
the distance that separated them. After several seconds they locked up in the
center of the map. It was basically a standard collar and elbow lock-up. Stan
wanted to twist Amy's body down to the mat and pin her quickly. He steadily
increased the effort he put into the struggle. Soon he was giving it all he
had but he could not budge the muscular girl. They both pushed with all their
might sweat began to glisten on their bodies as their muscles strained against
each other. After nearly a minute of struggle Stan realized he was being
slowly pushed backwards across the mat. Suddenly, Amy slipped her right leg
behind Stan's left and shoved as hard as she could throwing Stan over her leg
to the mat. Stan sat up and looked at her with a surprised look on his face.
Amy stayed in her crouch and said "Get up!" Stan jumped up and they began
circling again.

They grasped at each other's arms and Stan slipped behind his opponent. He
wrapped his arms under Amy's arms and around her waist putting her in a belly
to back bear hug. As he squeezed her he felt her rock-hard abdominal muscles
tighten. Stan squeezed as hard as he could and leaned backwards, lifting Amy
off the mat and holding her up for several seconds. He could not hold her up
for long due to the stress on his back so he set her back down on her feet.
Stan tried to pull her down to the ground but the tough blond planted her feet
and wouldn't budge. Amy grasped Stan's wrists and began prying his arms away
from her body. Stan was amazed at the vice like grip on his wrists and the
brute strength that pulled his ands apart and pushed his arms out away from
the girl's curvaceous body. Soon Amy had her arms almost fully outstretched
from her body with Stan's wrists still locked in her iron grip. Quick as
lightning she let go of the boy's wrists and grabbed his right arm with both
hands. She bent forward at the waist pulled as hard as she could and pushed up
with her legs, throwing Stan over her shoulder to the mat on his back. She
maintained her grip on his arm and went to one knee next to Stan. She pulled
his arm over her leg and locked the elbow against the knee. Then she pushed
down on his wrist and shoulder putting tremendous pressure on his elbow. Stan
groaned in pain. Then the tall wild cat asked, "Do you give?"

"No." was Stan's reply.

"Okay." Said Amy. She stood up and stepped over her opponent dragging his
right arm with her and rolling Stan over onto his stomach. The blond muscle
girl sat on the small of his back and pulled both of his arms back in a double
hammerlock. She pulled up and out causing Stan to cry out in agony. Then Amy
demanded, "Give up!"

"No." was the anguished retort from the helpless boy lying beneath her.

Next, the nubile young girl released the hammerlock and put her victim in a
two-armed chokehold. Then she leaned back pulling most of Stan's upper body
off of the mat. Stan's lower back was engulfed in a sharp stinging pain. "Do
you give?" asked Amy.

Stan could barely talk in his position but managed to squeak out a small "No."
in between grunts of pain.

Amy continued the hold for a few seconds then released it. Stan lay limp on
the mat. Amy stood up and grasped both of Stan's hands. Next, she placed one
bare foot between her boyfriend's shoulder blades and stood up as straight as
she could without releasing his arms. She had him in a brutal surfboard hold.
She put as much pressure into the hold as she could for about 15 seconds. Amy
then slightly released the pressure and said to her opponent, "Have you had
enough yet?"

Stan was in a lot of pain and realized there was no way he could win this fall
so he finally relented and whispered, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Amy demanded.

"Yes, I give up!" Yelled Stan.

Amy released her grip on his arms and stood there with her foot still on his
back. "There's water in the fridge in the corner, I'll be back in 10 minutes
for the next fall." She then walked back into the house. Stan laid there with
his face buried in the wrestling mat for a good 2 minutes. Then he slowly
pushed himself up to all fours. He stayed in this position with his head
hanging down for another minute. Finally, he stood up and walked to the small
refrigerator in the corner and drank a bottle of water. He thought about what
had just happened to him and a deep anger grew inside of him. He moved to the
mat and began stretching out. His face was red, his shirt was soaked with
sweat, and his back, neck, and shoulders were extremely sore. Amy came back
into the garage. She stepped onto the edge of the mat. She stood there for a
few seconds looking at Stan with her arms folded across her chest. Finally,
she said, "We can end this now if you just admit that I'm stronger." Rage grew
in Stan's stomach "No way, let's go." He said going into a crouch and moving
into the center of the mat. Amy said, "OK, you asked for it. Wrestle!" She
moved to the center of the mat and began circling. Stan lunged for her legs
but Amy sidestepped and he stumbled past her. Her nearly stumbled off of the
mat. When he turned around he saw Amy standing in the center of the mat with
her hands on her hips. He moved slowly towards her at first then charged. As
he approached her Amy bent over at the waist and bent her knees. When Stan
made contact with Amy her shoulder was driven into his stomach causing him to
bend over her back. Amy grabbed him behind the legs and stood up, lifting him
off the ground and sending him over her shoulder on to his head. She turned
around and waited for Stan to recover and get to his feet. When he was up he
began moving towards Amy once again. Amy raised her palms up in front of her,
inviting Stan to engage in a test of strength. Stan accepted the challenge and
grasped her hands locking his fingers in hers. Both combatants put all of
their strength into the contest. The appeared even for several seconds. Then
Stan growled and began hitting Amy with several bursts of power. Amy's hands
were bent backwards and her knees began to bend slightly. Stan forced her down
a couple of inches but the she stopped his momentum. Slowly, the tide turned
as Amy straitened up and bent Stan's hands backwards. Stan began to go down.
Stan sank to the mat, first to one knee and then to both knees. He was
helpless and the pain in his wrists was unbearable. "Aaagh!" screamed Stan.
Amy released her hold and he fell to his elbows hold his wrists with his
hands. "Had enough?" Asked Amy breathing heavily. Stan dove into her legs
dragging her down to the mat. He climbed on top of her and tried to pin her
shoulders down to the canvas. However, Amy got control of his arms and rolled
him over. Stan used her momentum to continue rolling. They rolled over each
other several times before stopping with Amy on top. The blond bombshell
muscled Stan's arms down to the mat and wrapped her feet over his thighs to
control his legs; perfect schoolgirl pin. Stan struggled with all of his
might. He jerked back and forth and bucked as hard as he could but he could
not displace the shapely Amazon. Finally, Stan was exhausted and just lay
there limp and beaten. Amy looked into his face and said, "Say it!" Stan knew
he was no match for his girlfriend and after some hesitation he murmured,
"You're stronger than me." "Now say Uncle!" Demanded Amy. Stan looked at her a
little surprised but complied, "Uncle." Amy got up and stood next to Stan with
her hands on her hips breathing heavily and looking down into his face. "You
have a decision to make. Do you still want to see me or not? If you stay with
me I won't hide my strength but I won't show it off either." Stan thought for
a few seconds. He sat up and said, "I still want to be your boyfriend." Amy
smiled and said, "I'm glad." She kneeled down beside him and kissed him on the
cheek. "Am I a total wimp?" Stan asked. "No, don't feel bad. I'm stronger than
any guy in our school." After a while Stan asked, "Can I feel your muscle?"

Amy smiled and said, "Sure honey." As she raised her right arm and flexed her
rock-hard muscle for her boyfriend.

The End