Janet




I met a girl when I was nineteen and she was eighteen. It was when I was at
college. We met in church, actually. I was in a particular pew, the church was
very crowded, and she had to pass me to get a seat. Afterwards we saw each
other at the bus-stop and were catching the same bus, so started talking. She
was blond, very pretty, with a good figure, large breasts, rather broad
shoulders and very good legs. She was about five feet seven inches tall and
might have weighed about nine to nine and a half stone. Let's call her Janet.

We sat next to each other on the bus. She headed straight for the back seat. I
later noticed (it was some months before I could afford a car) that she always
did this, and realised why when, on one occasion, she and I ended up on an
ordinary seat together; she had to turn to face me, otherwise with the width
of my shoulders and hers, I would have been half into the aisle.

As we got to know each other better, I found out that she had grown up on a
farm which her parents still owned, though she was living with her sister and
family and working locally. She hadn't got any amazing academic qualifications
at school, although I thought she was very intelligent, but she was an
outstanding athlete. In fact, she was county women's champion runner at one of
the sprinting and one of the long distances.

Once we went away to a town, where I used to live when I was a boy, for a
weekend. Although it was in the age of sexual liberation, we were both quite
proper, and I booked a hotel with separate rooms. We went for a walk in the
fields which I knew as a boy, and I made some comment there about women and
men in sports, and that she probably "ran like a girl". This was a mistake.
She immediately suggested that we have a race to a gate which was about two
hundred yards distant. She let me say "Go!" and after that I just saw her back
moving away from me, her long, muscled legs a blur below her mini-skirt, and
she got to the finish a good four seconds ahead of me.

Later, in the early evening, we were in her room, preparing to go out. She was
in bra and pants; I was mostly dressed, I think. Janet was quietly needling me
about my performance at running, and getting me quite cross. So I said, "Well,
you wouldn't beat me at other things." She replied, "Like what, for instance?"
I said, "Well, wrestling", thinking that she would immediately concede that I,
being a man, and out-weighing her by a couple of stone, would obviously win.
But instead, she said "Come on, then."

I had just made mistake number two. I was thinking in terms of man versus
woman, or boy versus girl if you want. What I should have been thinking, was
that here was I, a male who as a boy had been relatively studious and
physically inactive, taking on a female who had grown up on a farm,
participating in all the work, a county champion athlete, and â^À" something I
couldn't have known â^À" who used to wrestle with her brothers.

I moved towards her and put my arms around her in a bear-hug, thinking that I
could squeeze her as much or as little as I wanted, that she would cry, "Oh,
stop, you're so strong" (or something like that) and that at any rate, I would
have her very sexy body close to mine. She kept her arms by her sides as I
gripped her, and she had an expression which didn't betray the slightest fear.
As I went to hug her, she pushed outwards with her arms and completely broke
my grip. I couldn't keep my hands together, and all the strength in my upper
arms and shoulders was nothing compared to the force she was exerting. Then
she put her bear-hug on me. She did it expertly, holding me around the top of
my abdomen and my lower ribs, then lifted me right off the ground.

Holding me with my feet about six inches off the ground, Janet then pulled
back with those broad shoulders and strong arms. The breath was crushed out of
me. My vision went red, and I saw stars. There was a pounding in my ears. I
reached for her hands and forearms behind me, but I couldn't move them. Then I
tried to dig my thumbs into her biceps, but they were like iron. I knew that I
was losing consciousness, but I couldn't do anything about it. She held me
like that for about thirty seconds, then, quite gently, lowered me to my feet
and suddenly let me go.

My knees straightaway buckled under me, and I crashed to the floor on my back.
Of course, she had cut off all the blood to my legs with her hug. She was
expecting that to happen - quite a frightening thought, in retrospect - and
followed me down, laying on top of me. Seizing my wrists in her hands, she
stretched my arms and pinned them above, or behind, my head. I felt her legs
doing something with mine; then I experienced the most terrible pain in my
hips and knees. I hadn't a clue what was happening. She was putting a hold on
me which I had never encountered before. She had put both her legs outside
mine, then pushed her ankles and calves under my legs, finally locking her
feet and ankles over my lower legs from the inside. Once she had me like that,
she could stretch out her legs, and that action twisted my legs unbearably.
She told me later that it was called a grapevine. She put real force into it
and I had to submit because of the pain. And also because I didn't know what
she was doing to me and I was getting quite frightened.

Then Janet let go of my arms and released my legs. For what I did next, I
suppose I have no excuse. But I couldn't think straight because I was still
starved of oxygen from the bear-hug, and I was shocked from the grapevine.
But, having submitted, and while she wasn't expecting anything, I jumped her
and tried to pin her. It was a really unfair thing to do. But even that, I
couldn't get right. Instead of pinning her torso down, I pinned down only her
right leg with my stomach, leaving the other one and her body free. She was
furious. "You cheat!" she screamed at me. Her left leg was over my back in a
flash. Her ankles locked. I was in the scissor hold of a champion woman
runner, and she was very, very angry. As she straightened her legs, I put my
hands on her thighs in a futile attempt to push them away. My heart sank as I
felt her leg muscles. They were huge and as hard as steel. The pressure was
literally unbearable. I thought that her legs were go ing to meet inside my
body. I looked at her face. I could see that it was the pretty face of the
girl I loved, and I could see her splendid breasts under her bra. But the
pretty face was contorted in anger, and that sweet head was in control of legs
whose strength I could not hope to match. I couldn't breath or speak, and I
actually thought that she might kill me. My face was probably purple from the
pressure, because my head felt like it was going to burst. I put my hands
together as if I were begging and held them out to her, then banged with them
on the floor. The pressure stopped. She unlocked her ankles and contemptuously
pushed my body away with her left foot. I couldn't move. She stood up, and I
just lay there, gasping for breath and looking up at the beautiful but oh so
strong girl. She moved towards me, and I must have looked suddenly terrified,
because she said "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." Then, "Why did you
cheat? I hate cheats." I tried to explain that I really hadn't known what I
was doing, that I had been in a state of shock after the first holds. I said
that I was sorry and that I would never do it normally and that I would never
do it again. "Ok", she said, and knelt down beside me. "You silly boy. I could
have killed you. Didn't you realize how strong I am?" I said that at least I
knew now.