WAKE UP LITTLE SUSIE - PART 7
By Joe
Fourth of July with Susie


I'm sorry that I haven't posted a new installment of my stories with Susie,
but I've had to move back to Washington DC and away from Susie because of the
start of my last year of law school. The last couple of days of my summer in
Atlanta with Susie just passed and already I'm longing for a chance to get
back to visit with her. I really can't wait until she gets to come to DC for a
visit because my law school buddies won't believe what I did this summer.

Anyway, in this series I've been trying to describe my experiences sort of
chronologically and that brings me to the Fourth of July. Since the Fourth
fell during the middle of the week neither Susie nor I could get out of work
for a vacation and so we were stuck in town for the holiday. But Susie's
parents were away and so we had their house alone for the day, except for my
buddy Jim, Susie's brother. Jim and I played a round of golf in the morning of
the Fourth. I must say that I hit the ball farther than usual which I quickly
attributed to my major muscle and strengths gains from 6 weeks of working out
with Susie. Jim had gotten used to me being with Susie, but he was a bit
pissed that he and I hadn't been spending much time together. So the golf was
a way to appease him.

After golf, I went back with Jim to his parents house and Susie was waiting
for me with her workout clothes on. She asked Jim if he wanted to lift with
us, but he said no. He had been staying away from the home gym when we were
around since he felt like the 3rd wheel. Susie went at the weights hard, with
a relatively minimal amount of clowning around. Since it was Thursday we
worked thighs and calves which were always less sexual since Susie's legs were
her weakest body part and she didn't show them off or talk about them as much
as she did the rest of her body.

After working out, we showered together, made love in her little single bed
and got ready to go to a barbeque that some high school friends of Susie were
throwing. We could apparently see the fireworks from these friends' house.
When we got to the BBQ it was already in full swing. Lots of folks were there
dressed in their summer finest - shorts, bikini tops, halters, guys without
shirts. It seemed like it was going to be a fun party. Plus I was looking
forward to two things. One, I wanted to get a chance to meet Susie's friends,
most of whom I had never met before and two, I wanted to see what Susie's
friends thought of her body and how they acted around her.

Before I get to that, let me tell you another reason why I just totally dig
everything about Susie. She first dressed herself in a nice casual pair of
shorts with a loose top that while not hiding her arms, didn't do anything to
highlight them either. When she said she was ready to leave, I guess I kind of
frowned at her clothing choice. She asked me what the problem was and I told
her that she always seemed to cover herself up when she was going out in
public except when she went out of her way to dress as sexily as she could. I
said, "is there no happy medium with you?" She said, "you're right" and left
and got changed. When she came back down she had changed into a sleeveless
halter top and a much shorter pair of shorts. On her this outfit looked
amazing, but it wasn't as if the clothing was outrageous. It looked like what
any 20 year old girl would wear to a 4th of July party. I told her I approved.

Then before we left Susie said, "what the hell - give me a minute" and went
downstairs. After a minute or two I followed her down, just in time to catch
her doing a set of 35 pound dumbbell curls for each arm. She said, "if I'm
gonna show 'em, I may have well show 'em off!!" Meanwhile, I was in just some
shorts and a golf shirt.

Back to the party and Susie quickly decided that she was going to have a
couple of drinks. I really think she was nervous seeing all of her old high
school friends and wondering what they were going to say when they saw her
muscles. Even though she has lifted for a bunch of years, most of these folks
hadn't ever seen her with the kind of size she has now. So it was time for a
little liquid courage. Susie quickly slammed down her drinks. Then she
introduced me around, and I got a chance to watch and listen to what everyone
said and could see what they thought about Susie's body. Most people,
especially the girls, thought she looked great and many of them were saying
that they were happy that Susie was happy with me.

A couple of guys that I talked with said that they wished they were in my
shoes. They had thought Susie was sexy in high school when she first started
working out and that they approved of her look now. But a couple of guys were
clearly put off, while one guy in particular was making obnoxious comments to
anyone who would listen. It turns out that this guy, Jason, who was about
Susie's size, 5 foot 9, maybe 165 or so had been shown up by Susie years
before during high school at something. Susie wouldn't tell me what it was.
She said that ever since Jason was always trying to one up her, whether it was
in class or otherwise. In fact, when we first got there and Susie saw him, she
said, "avoid that asshole over there" and pointed to him.

By around 10:00, people were getting pretty drunk. By the way he was acting,
Jason looked like he was too. I had heard Jason say some pretty mean things,
several of them right to Susie's face, involving steroids, etc. The guy was
just rude and Susie was doing a good job of ignoring him. One of Susie's girl
friends explained to me that Jason and Susie used to go out with each other
back in sophomore year of high school when Susie first started lifting weights
and that ever since they broke up he has talked badly about her. This girl
friend said that she thought Jason still wanted to go out with Susie, but he
knew that Susie would never put up with the kind of crap that he used to give
her years ago. So instead, Jason would take every opportunity to ridicule
Susie to who ever would listen.

After the fireworks had ended, I made my way over to the keg and Jason
accosted me. He jumped right in my face and started saying all kinds of shit
about Susie. How he had been her first lover, how he watched her do all kinds
of steroids, how she was a whore who once had sex with the high school
football team etc. Finally, I had had enough and I told him he had better get
away from me or I would kick his ass to shut him up. At that point he started
screaming out that I must be doing the steroids with Susie, how I had roid
rage and and, what made me the maddest, how I was just Susie's "show
boyfriend". He said that Susie used me as a cover up in public to conceal her
lesbianism. By this time a crowd had gathered, Susie among them. Jason said,
"go ahead Susie. Deny it. Deny everything I've said. Fucking whore!".

That was a mistake. Apparently some of what he said was actually true - the
football team thing (she told me that story later) and the fact that he was
her first lover. Well, Susie was so upset by all this that she just about
started to cry. I said, "Susie, do you want me to crush this little bug".
Unfortunately, when I said this I had my back to Jason. He then smacked a beer
bottle over my head, knocking me to the ground. In a flash, Susie was on him.
She threw 3 punches in rapid succession knocking Jason down. As he was on his
knees, Jason swung a punch upwards into Susie's gut that knocked her
backwards. Jason was up quickly as others were stepping in to break up the
fight. Susie yelled for everyone to get off of her. She stepped back, undid a
ribbon thing that she had used to tie up her hair and then leapt into Jason.
In a blur she had knocked him to the ground and was on top of him, pounding
punches at him. She was simultaneously crying and screaming. Finally, I got up
and pulled Susie off of him. She was going wild. Her clothes were messed up,
her hair was wild, her fingers were bloody. And you should have seen Jason. He
looked like he been attacked by wild dogs. He was bleeding from the mouth, he
was covered in dirt and his shirt was torn. Susie, walked over to him and spit
on him. She said that she expected to never see him again in the room with
her.

I'll give Jason some credit here. Instead of crawling back into the pit he
came from, he got back up, bleeding from the mouth and nose, and went at
Susie. In fact, he moved right past me before I could react. Jason swung a
huge roundhouse at Susie, but Susie ducked it. Then she stepped in and pounded
3 or 4 more quick, short shots off of Jason's face and stomach. Jason went
down again. Susie, dove down on top of him and wound up to deliver the
finishing punch to Jason's head. But instead she stopped, stepped off of him
and flexed her arms over her head. Susie said, "Jason, you little shit.
Remember when we first lifted together? Remember when I first benched more
than you? What did you do? You quit. You couldn't handle me any more. You
walked away from me and ever since that day, you've talked trash about me.
Well, I didn't quit. I've been building myself up for the past 4 years. I've
got enough power that I could kill you now, you little shit. This girl needs a
real man and I'm afraid you're not up to the job. Now, take your puny little
ass away from here and let the rest of us have some fun." Then Susie, brought
her bicep, which seemed to be extra peaked at this time, right in front of his
face.

Susie and I stayed at the party for another half hour. Susie accepted some
congratulations from some of her friends, but I'm afraid her little
demonstration helped convince others that she was doing steroids. One guy that
I bumped into when I was taking a leak behind a tree said that Susie seemed
like a wild animal. He said it in a way that made me think he was cool with
it, but I could tell he was aupset. In fact, I was a bit scared too. I had
seen Susie get pretty wild after working out and during sex, but this was the
first time that she seemed totally out of control.

Well, Susie and I left the party. I was actually hoping that Susie would just
quietly go to sleep since I was a bit afraid of what she would be like. We
went back to her parents house and I went up to the bathroom to wash up. Susie
said she'd meet me in bed in a minute or two, but when she didn't come up for
20 minutes or so I went looking for her. When I found her, I couldn't believe
what I was watching. Susie was laying on the bench with 225 pounds on the rack
wearing her ripped clothes from the party. When she saw me she just said,
"Spot! Now!" I went over and watched with amazement as she completed a 12 rep
set, with some much intensity that I thought she could just bend the bar. Then
she got up put 10 pounds more on each side and went to it. Finally, when she
finished the set, I said "Susie, its 1:30 in the morning, you're drunk. You
just kicked the shit out of some guy at a party and now you're lifting 245.
Knock it off. Come to bed."

Susie, said she needed one more set. We added 5 pounds to each side and she
muscled up 255 for a couple of reps. Then she got off the bench, walked over
to me, pushed me so hard I almost fell over, and said "I'm going to want to
fuck the shit out of you now. Is that OK? Or are you going to try to stop me?"
With that she dove on me and started to rip my clothes off of me. I tried to
stop her, but she wouldn't be denied. I thought that I had seen everything she
could do, but when she reached down and lifted me up off the ground and
carried me over to the stairs, I was dumbfounded. Well, we went at it so
loudly that we woke up Jim. We basically spent the next 2 hours having wild,
animal-like sex. I became convinced that Susie was not really a human being.
I'm certain that no other woman in the world could have done what she did that
night. From the fight, to the bench presses, to the fucking. I'm amazed that a
woman like Susie exists. I'm totally the luckiest guy in the world that I'm
the one she shares her life with.

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