George and the Girl Gang
by DJ
After his fight with Sue, George begins to believe the rumors of the Girl Gang


My name is George.  I'm 16 years old and I never thought I'd be seeing a 
shrink, especially a lady shrink.  But last year a few things happened and I don't 
know if I'll ever be able to act around girls the way I used to.  I'm not 
that big.  I might even be a bit of a wimp but in our neighborhood guys like to 
think of themselves as tough and I just can't think of myself that way any 
more.  I've got a sister named Kay.  I used to pick on her a bit.  Now it's like 
she picks on me.  My life has changed.

For the last few years there's been talk in the neighborhood about a girl 
gang. a bunch of girls that beat up guys.  It was almost like an urban legend.  I 
never used to believe it..  Most of the guys just laughed at the idea, but 
now I think at least a few of them know more than they let on.  Supposedly, the 
leader is a girl named Joan and the second in command is Gail, who lives 
across the street from me.  Joan is a year older than me, only a little bigger, but 
something of a tomboy.  Gail is my age, but taller and quite a bit heavier 
with large breasts.  Rumor had it that both of them had beaten up guys, but most 
of the guys said it wasn't true.  It occurred to me even then that anyone 
beaten up by them would deny the whole gang thing.  A friend of mine, Dave, was 
supposed to have got beaten up by Gail, although none of the guys saw it and 
Dave denied it.  According to some of the girls Gail beat him up outside his own 
house and Dave was yelling for help.  Gail ran away when Dave's mother heard 
his shouts and came to the door.  A smaller kid told us he saw Joan beating up 
a guy in the ravine and a bunch of her friends were watching.  The kid stayed 
hidden in the bushes figuring if the girls knew he was there one of them 
would have beaten him up too.

Back then I wasn't sure what to believe but I wouldn't have messed with 
either of them.  With my sister and her friends I was pretty confident and 
swaggered and bragged with them mainly because they were younger and smaller.  One of 
them though, Sue, was pretty outspoken and arrogant.  Most of the guys said 
Sue was snotty and stuck up.  This was kind of true but I sort of liked her.  
She had red hair, freckles, and nice breasts.  She was about my size and if I 
would pick on Kay when she was around she'd stand up for her like she was her 
protector or something.  Not that they were part of the girl gang or anything 
but the way Sue acted I sometimes wondered if maybe they could take me if they 
ganged up on me.

Anyway, now I know they could've because of what happened last year.  One day 
I was in
the yard working on my bike.  My folks were out somewhere and Kay and Sue 
came into the yard and they were kind of bothering me, getting in the way, asking 
stupid questions, just generally annoying me.  At some point I started 
yelling at Kay, telling her to get out, go somewhere else.  She started yelling back 
and of course Sue took her part.  Suddenly Sue is in my face saying, "You 
shouldn't talk to Kay like that, it would serve you right if she whacked you!"

"As if she could," I laughed.

"She probably could," said Sue.  "I bet I could."

What could I say to that?  I had to say something so I said.  "I doubt it."

By this time we were standing close together.  Sue had her hands on her hips, 
her nice breasts jutting towards me.  I just couldn't resist it.  I pushed 
her and of course I made sure my hand hit squarely on her breast.

No sooner did my hand touch her than she slapped me harder than I would have 
thought possible.  My face was burning and my ears were ringing.  Before I got 
over my surprise she had slapped me three more times.  In desperation I swung 
at her but missed.  She retaliated by hitting me with her closed fist.  It 
really hurt, my head was spinning.  I decided she hit too hard so I tried to 
wrestle with her but she just brushed my arms off and punched me two or three 
more times.  I fell to my knees and she grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head 
back, and drew back her fist to hit me again.  She was smiling down at me.  Kay 
was smiling too.  A bullying brother had been put in his place.

Before she could hit me again though, I said, "No, no, please, no more."

Sue smiled at me again, gave me a push so I fell on my side.  Then she and 
Kay walked away.

Naturally I told no one about this, but Kay and Sue did.  One or two of the 
guys asked me about it.  I denied it.  Most of them seemed to accept this, 
partly because I suspect a few of them had had their own experiences.

Not too long afterwards, hanging around one of the parks Sue was there with a 
couple of other girls.  I was surprised to see one of them was Joan.  To my 
horror, Terry, this guy I was with, a bit of a troublemaker, called them over 
and asked Sue if it was true she and I had had a fight.  Sue said, "Why don't 
you ask George?"  I shuffled a bit and denied it.  Joan spoke up and said, "You 
know it's true.  Your own sister was there.  why don't you fight her right 
now?"

Sue was smirking at me because she was confident she could take me again.  I 
knew she could too so I used the excuse about not fighting girls.  Joan, Sue 
and the other girl left with a mocking, "Hah!"

And I had no answer.

Now you understand why I have trouble dealing with girls!