Connie
By mike1969
A surprise visit from a Canadian hardbody.


The following story is a fantasy. While it is based upon real people, it is a work of fiction 
and none of these events actually happened.. The names have been changed, of course.


I was startled by a knock at my door. I wasn't expecting anyone today. Silently vowing to 
give someone the bitching of their life if it was another kid selling magazines or pushy 
religious assholes, I paused my movie went to look out the peephole.
What greeted my eye was not some stuffy religious family in their Sunday best, but the 
back of a very blonde head. Inwardly I sighed. Another teenager trying to sell me 
magazine subscriptions that I don't want or need. But then the head turned around to 
reveal some stormy blue eyes set in a face that... wait a minute... I know her!
I fumbled with the chain and lock and opened the door. A bright smile met my 
dumbfounded look as I gasped "Connie?" With a cry of "Mike!" still ringing in my ears, 
I was almost bowled over by an energetic hug. Let me tell you, getting almost tackled by 
a 5'4" girl is rather disconcerting, but then the girl in question has done gymnastics for 10 
years of her life and still works out fanatically, tackled is defiantly the term for it.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. Connie was a friend I met online. She was a 17 year 
old girl from Canada, while I am a 37 year old from Northern California. I tried to push 
her back a little so that I could look in her face, but she just hugged me harder. "It's 
Summer vacation and I'm traveling by bus to LA to visit my cousins. We are going to 
visit Disneyland while I'm there" she bubbled into my shoulder, "I just made sure that I 
had an overnight layover here because I knew that you lived here."
I was flabbergasted and unable to respond as she finally released me and flounced into 
the room. As I turned to watch, I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a nice 
tank top and some white shorts. Redding may not be SoCal, but our summers are nice and 
hot. She plopped herself on my small couch and grinned up at me. "It's so nice to finally 
meet you in person!" she exclaimed. Realizing that I was being a very bad host, I asked if 
I could get her something to drink. "Water is fine" was her response.
I went to the refrigerator and poured some water into a couple of glasses. I carried them 
into the living room and handed one too her. Rather than sitting on the couch next to her, 
I grabbed a straight-backed chair from the dinning area and sat in it facing her. I still 
couldn't get over my shock of seeing her in my living room. I wanted to pinch myself to 
wake myself up.
She gulped the water down in one smooth drink, and then got up to put the cup on the 
counter. As she walked by my chair, she suddenly jumped onto my lap. "Wha..." I 
managed to get out as I felt her legs wrap around my waist.
I looked up into her smiling face. "But you can't..." I started to say as her legs suddenly 
squeezed tight. Crushingly tight. She giggled at me and said "Darling, I'm all muscle. I 
know exactly what I can do. Especially with my thighs."
I was suddenly unable to draw a breath. Every time I breathed out, her legs squeezed 
even tighter. I pushed and tugged futilely at her legs, trying to break her hold.
I was starting to panic. I could feel the room starting to spin as the lack of oxygen was 
getting to me.
Suddenly, I was falling forward. She had released me an gotten up off my lap. I lay on 
the floor in front of the chair, gasping for breath and trying to regain control of myself.
I heard her place the glass she still had in her hand on the counter and then she sat down 
in the chair that I was just in.
She leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes. "Don't  look so surprised, you 
know you've been fantasizing about this ever since I told you that I had been a gymnast." 
she giggle at me.
Before I could reply to that, she had grabbed my head and twisted me around so that I 
was facing away from her with my back resting against the seat of the chair. Her thighs 
landed on either shoulder. I frantically tried to move, to get away, but my body wasn't up 
to any movement yet, so I could only sit there helplessly as her thighs slowly closed in on 
my head.
Her hands clasped over my forehead and kept my head locked in place as she slowly 
tightened her leg grip on my head. She giggled again as she felt my feeble struggles to get 
lose. "Don't worry baby, you aren't going anywhere until Connie is through with you."
I tried to beg with her. To plead to be released, but she was already squeezing too hard. I 
couldn't get my jaw to work.
She kept increasing the pressure until my head started spinning again, but this time she 
didn't let go. She squeezed me right out. Darkness engulfed me and all sensation faded.
I awoke with a  splitting headache. As I struggled to sit up, I noticed a note that had fallen 
off my chest to the floor.
"I'll be stopping by on my way back home. See you in a month! Connie P.S. I can't wait 
until I turn 18, I'm sure you'll enjoy it much more then ;-)"