When Katie met Ted
By Jdean7200@yahoo.com
Big, buff Ted is challenged to a friendly fight by a small girl. It doesn't go well for him - or does it?

Hi! My name is Katie and I want to tell you about how I met Ted. It's a fun
story! So, a little about me: I'm 20, a sophomore in college and I have an
older sister named Linda.

In fact, the story starts with Linda. She was always really beautiful and had
a lot of boyfriends. Me, well, I was...not like that. I was kinda shy, kinda
awkward, never had a boyfriend, never even KISSED a boy. I was sporty as a kid
but once I got to high school I gave all that up and just read a lot. I always
had my head buried in a book. I know, kinda pathetic.

So, Linda took it upon herself to help me. She's two years older and about to
graduate college so she has a lot more experience than me. She wants to help
me find a boyfriend but she also knows how nervous I get around guys. She
recently started taking self-defense classes so at the beginning of the summer
she started teaching me everything she knew. She figured if I felt safer and
more confident in myself, I'd be more confident with boys.

Since we were both home for the summer, we had been practicing in our parents'
garage. They were both cool with it - they thought it was a great idea for
their daughters to learn self-defense.

But then Linda surprised me.

"It's time for you to practice on a boy," she said after one particularly
grueling session. We were both sweating in our workout clothes, drinking from
water bottles.

"What?" I asked. I was shocked. I have to practice? ON A BOY? No way! I don't
want to get hurt. And what boy would want to do that?

"I know just the guy," she said with a smirk.

The following weekend, we were walking down the sidewalk in the downtown area
of our little town, looking around.

"There," Linda finally said, pointing at a guy who was facing away from us.
"Ted."

I turned and looked. I gasped. "Ted Kelly?" I asked. I recognized him from the
back.

"Yep," she said with a smile. "Ted Kelly."

We had grown up with Ted. He was in her class in high school. He must've been
back for the summer, too.

More importantly to the story, Ted was something like 6'2" and, like, super
buff. He had always been in good shape but he had gotten really built the past
few years in college.

He had a small gym bag slung over one shoulder and was waiting for the light
at the street corner to change. He was wearing a white t-shirt that fitted to
his broad shoulders and back that tapered down like a V. His black workout
shorts weren't very long so I could see that his thighs were practically as
big as my waist. Heck, I could tell that even his butt was big and muscular.

I was shocked. She wanted me to fight HIM? Of all the boys in this town? Ted
always had a reputation for being a nice guy but he could probably also snap
me in half if he wanted.

"But he's so buff!" I said in protest.

"Yeah, but he has no endurance. I see him at the gym. Dude does like no
cardio."

"But he's ripped!" I had seen him at the beach a few times. I knew he was in
shape.

"But that's just because he's a health nut about his diet. Never touches
sugar."

"How do you even know that?"

"Because I know things!" We were annoying each other. It happens pretty
frequently.

"I don't know..." I said, trying to think of more points to support my
argument.

"Come on," she said, tugging my elbow. "Let's go."

Ugh! She was so sure of herself - it was so annoying! But before I knew it we
were standing right behind him. Looking up at him from behind, he seemed even
bigger now! I hesitated. She shoved me in the back.

"Um, Ted?" I squeaked out.

Ted turned around. "Oh, hi, Katie. Hi, Linda."

Ugh, he was so cute. With his wavy blond hair and perfect smile and cute
little dimples. And of course I could tell he was more interested in my tall,
stunning sister.

"Um, hi," I said, feeling totally lame. "I was wondering...um, so Linda has
been teaching me self-defense? And I was wondering? If you'd maybe be
interested in helping me practice? Like, if we had a little fight, or
something?"

Ugh, everything I said came out like a question. I sounded so stupid!

"Oh, um," he said, looking between the two of us, confused. "Look, I think
that's great. More girls should probably learn that stuff. But I don't think
us fighting is a good idea."

I completely agreed, actually, but then my sister just HAD to jump in.

"Aw, come on, Ted," she said, playfully slapping his arm. "It'll just be a
friendly little match. Nothing serious. I just want her to get used to
practicing some moves on someone other than myself."

He looked around. Linda knew he was too nice to say no, especially since he
probably had a crush on her like all the boys did. "Well, I was going to go to
the gym, but I guess I can do this first."

"Great!" Linda said.

My stomach dropped. I can't believe he said yes! I was already so nervous!

"So, where do we do this?" he asked.

"I know just the place in the park," Linda said.

"The park?" Ted asked, surprised.

"Yeah, but don't worry. It's like this secluded little corner with a bunch of
trees that no one ever goes to. No one will see us."

"Uh, ok," he said.

And off we went. Just like that! How did she make everything look so easy?

And before I knew it, the three of us were in exactly what she described - a
secluded corner of the park with a patch of grass surrounded by a bunch of
trees. It was a beautiful, sunny day but the trees gave us some shade. We
could hear traffic and other voices but couldn't see them, which meant they
couldn't see us either, which was a relief.

But that was about the only relief. I was so nervous - my stomach had about a
billion butterflies and my mouth was parched. He was so big! And so cute! I'd
rather kiss him than fight him and yet somehow it was the fighting that was
actually happening! Like, how is this my life right now?

"I'll watch your bag for you," Linda said.

"Oh, thanks," Ted said, handing his gym bag over to her.

And then Ted and I faced each other. He looked even more formidable from the
front. His powerful chest stretched out his shirt and his 6-pack was so strong
you could see it through his shirt. My eyes scanned down his body and yep, his
thighs still looked massive. And I couldn't help but notice the bulge at the
front of his shorts.

Focus, Katie, I told myself. You have to fight this guy!

***

Hi. I'm Ted. I guess you're probably wondering what I was thinking agreeing to
this fight thing these girls were talking about. That's a good question!
Because gosh, I don't really know. I just knew Linda looked really good that
day and was smiling at me which made me feel all warm or whatever. I had known
her for years but never really had the gumption to talk to her much.

And Katie...well, I had never really noticed her before. I just knew her as
Linda's kinda weird little sister. But she was standing there, looking up at
me with, like, those pleading eyes or whatever. And to be honest, I was kinda
taken off guard by how much she had grown in the last few years. Like, not
taller, but...like, in other ways. Her long brown hair was usually in a
ponytail but she had it down and she was wearing a pink t-shirt and black
leggings and ...well, I had never really noticed her, um, breasts before. But
there they were. She was looking better than I remembered.

And so then I'm facing Katie in the middle of the park with Linda watching and
we're supposed to fight and I realized I've never been in a fight in my life.
I've always been pretty big and strong so no one ever bothers me.

Katie had put her hair in a ponytail and looked more serious now.

"So, uh, what am I supposed to do?" I asked Linda.

"Just try to pin her," she said.

Pin her. Okay, I can do that. Just pin her shoulders to the ground. That can't
be too hard, right?

So we started. I put my hands up in front of me like I'd seen guys do in
fights or wrestling or whatever and Katie and I circled each other. She looked
super nervous and I felt really uncomfortable. I just told myself to make it
quick.

So, not knowing what to do, I ran up to her, picked her up by the waist and
threw her down to the ground. Harder than I meant to, actually. She looked up
at me looking really afraid and I felt kinda bad but then she just hopped
right back up again. So I guess she wasn't too hurt?

We circled again and again, I charged in, picked her up and threw her down.
Only this time I actually remembered I was supposed to pin her so I got down
on my hands and knees and tried to hold her shoulders down. But she started
squirming and twisting and I couldn't do it! I tried grabbing her shoulders or
her wrists but she always kept slipping out of my grasp until she finally
pushed away and got back on her feet.

OK, so that didn't go so well. I got back up, breathing a little more deeply,
and decided to change my tactics. I went in and grabbed her but this time I
pulled her in to my chest, like a bear hug, I guess? Thinking I could just
pull her down to the ground, lay her down and pin her.

But she did something I hadn't expected - she let her body go completely limp.
Like, no fighting back, no pushing, her whole body just went soft. It was like
hugging cooked spaghetti. She slid down my body which, I have to admit, felt
pretty good but I didn't know where to grab her because I didn't want to grab
her breasts so I just kind of pawed at her everywhere else but it didn't
matter. She slipped right out of my hold and got away.

OK, this was actually starting to get embarrassing. I towered over this girl.
I could probably bench her body weight with one hand. And now after 3 tries I
still hadn't pinned her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Linda smirking and
felt my face getting red.

So I just kept trying the only things I knew to do. I kept grabbing her and
throwing her down and getting down on the ground to pin her but she'd always
squirm out of my reach. Or I'd pull her in, prepared to hold tight to her limp
body and yet every time I moved my hand to get a better grip she'd slip more
and more away from me.

The sad thing is, we did this for what seemed like at least 10 minutes and I
was getting exhausted. I was sweating, I was panting and to be honest I was
frustrated. The fight shouldn't have even lasted 10 seconds. And Katie looked
fine! She looked fresh as a daisy, barely a drop of sweat on her.

I was getting annoyed with myself, so I decided to try something different
that I'd seen in fights.

I grabbed her - she tried to push me away or hold my arms away but I easily
overpowered her - and wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her in for a
headlock. Her face was tucked into my waist just above my hip. I didn't
squeeze too hard but I definitely kept her in place. She was struggling and
pushing and slapping my back and leg and, well, my butt, actually, but
couldn't get away.

I just needed to figure out a way to get from this hold to getting her down
and pinning her. Think, darn it, think! I said to myself in my head. I also
needed to buy myself a minute because I was so exhausted.

And that was my downfall. I stood there, holding her in place, my legs wide
open to keep balance, thinking I had all the time in the world to figure out
my next move.

That's when Katie decided to fight back.

***

OK, so yes, Ted had thrown me around quite a bit. Yes, I had completely
forgotten all my training and yes, I was hoping Linda would jump in and break
up the fight.

But she didn't. Annoying! But she wanted me to learn so it was up to me to
figure this out.

Getting thrown on the ground hurt the first few times but then I got used to
it and knew how to roll with the landing to ease the blow. And at least he
hadn't been able to pin me.

And I have to admit, whenever he pulled me for a bearhug, it felt really good.
With my body pressed up against his body, I could feel all his hard muscles
and I slid down I could even feel that ever-present bulge between his legs.
Remember, I had never even kissed a boy so this? This was a whole new world to
me.

But when Ted had me in that headlock, I saw an opportunity. I was also having
trouble breathing, but anyway. With my face smooshed against his thick, solid
waist, I was looking right down at the bulge in the front of his shorts. I
knew pushing and slapping him wasn't doing anything.

Heck, I even took advantage of the situation and planted one hand on one of
his asscheeks to push him forward while trying to pull my head out of his arm.
His ass was taut and muscle-y and felt great. My move still didn't work.

But I also knew his legs were spread and I finally remembered one particular
move Linda had told me about. One particular weakness in a male opponent.

So I braced my legs as best I could, made a fist with my hand that was behind
him and pistoned it up from in between his legs, right into his balls. I could
feel the impact as I slammed them, smooshing them into his own body.

Ted howled out in pain, his one free hand flying to his crotch. I pulled my
head out of his grip and stood up, gasping in a big breath of air.

And look, I know there are some dudes who are like, 'you should never hit a
guy in the balls' or they think it's unfair or a cheap way to win a fight. But
you know what? Men's bodies give them a big advantage over us women, so why
can't we also use their bodies to our own advantage?

Ted was now doubled over, both hands covering his crotch, his knees clamped
together, barely holding himself up. I felt kinda bad since he was such a nice
guy but hey, this was a fight. And I noticed he was sweaty, he was tired and
he was now distracted.

And now, all of a sudden, all of my training with Linda came flooding back
into my brain.

I grabbed Ted by the shoulders while sweeping my foot against the back of his
ankles, toppling him backwards. He landed with a big thud. 'See?' I thought.
'Not so fun getting thrown down.'

But I didn't waste time thinking about it. With his legs a little in the air
from the impact, I quickly grabbed one of his ankles, lifted his leg up and
started kicking him as hard as I could in that hamstring.

But he quickly pulled his leg free and rolled away, getting up on all fours. I
followed closely behind and kept kicking him in his hamstrings and quads.

He grunted with each kick and tried to grab me but I danced out of the way. As
he slowly pulled himself upright, I quickly swept his legs again, knocking him
flat on his back.

I kept repeating this and surprisingly, big ol' Ted couldn't figure out how to
defend himself. I just focused on his legs. I never got close enough to his
upper body for him to grab me. And he was so worn down that he couldn't get
away from me.

Plus I was practically tattooing his thighs and ankles with bruises from my
kicks and leg sweeps. And the big guy was panting and clearly slowing down.
Like, slowing way down.

In fact, as he was on all fours, I wrapped my arm around his head and put him
in his own headlock!

Since he was already breathing so heavily, restricting his airflow added to my
advantage. And there was no way he could punch me in the balls!

So what did Ted do? He picked up me in his arms, like a groom carrying his
bride across the threshold. But the funny thing is, once he stood up holding
me, he didn't know what to do with me!

He couldn't just drop me because with my hold on him I'd wrench his neck as I
fell. So he just stood there, his big thighs quivering with effort to hold me
up, his arms getting tired since I had so much pressure around his neck.

I could hear Linda giggling as I'm sure it looked silly with Ted holding me
like that.

Finally, his legs gave out and he sank to his knees. He dropped me - or I
hopped out of his arms, I'm not sure - but I also lost my hold on his neck. He
dropped to all fours as he gasped in air.

It felt great! I was in control and I was starting to win!

Of course, thinking about how great I felt distracted me. As Ted was getting
up, he was able to finally hook his arms around me and pull me in close. He
went for another headlock.

Ted's arms were still very much okay, and this headlock hurt just as much as
the last one. And apparently Ted did learn one thing which was to keep his
legs closed. There was no way I could get my little hand between his
tree-trunk thighs.

I had to get creative. I couldn't just push or punch him. He was still solid
muscle.

Again, I was staring right down at his shorts.

Of course!

I grabbed the bottom of his shorts and yanked them down to his feet!

"Oh, wait..." he muttered, as if we were going to pause the fight. I was able
to easily pull myself away as he got distracted. He was clearly flustered as
he bent over to grab his shorts.

And oh my. Oh my indeed. Big Ted was right in front me, wearing just a tight
t-shirt and a pair of very small, white briefs. Doubled over, his legs seemed
even more muscular than I realized and his ass...his ass was just magnificent.

But I couldn't get distracted this time!

As he went to pull his shorts back up, I planted both my hands on his
asscheeks (I couldn't resist!) and pushed him forward.

He fell almost flat on his face, bracing himself with his hands. All I had to
do was reach down and rip his shorts off his ankles and toss them to Linda.
Easy peasy.

"Wait..." he protested as he pulled himself up to his hands and knees again.

I wasn't going to let him finish that sentence. I walked over to his head and
clamped my thighs around his neck. I know he was stronger than me but I also
did gymnastics and ballet for a really long time so I was pretty confident
that my thighs were strong enough for this move.

And having this stud's thick neck between my legs felt...well, I definitely
didn't know I'd feel this way during a fight!

***

You might be thinking I was pissed Katie punched me in my nuts. And I'll tell
you, I wasn't happy about it. It hurt like hell.

But hey, it's a fight, she's practicing self-defense and we hadn't laid out
any rules at the beginning. I didn't even think of doing that so that's on me.

But seeing me like that - bent over, clutching my nuts, clearly winded -
seemed to set off a light bulb in her head. I could see her attitude change
from fear and insecurity to, like, confidence.

The next 10 minutes of those leg sweeps really sucked. So did all the kicks to
my legs. I just couldn't grab her no matter how hard I tried. Which wasn't
very hard, I guess, since I was so exhausted. I didn't think her kicking me
would do much damage and, at first, they didn't. But after a while they
started to sting more and more and I noticed my ankles and thighs were getting
really sore and kinda shaky. I was definitely getting discouraged.

And I knew the headlock hadn't worked before, but I knew better this time than
to leave myself an easy target.

I definitely did not expect her to pull my shorts off.

And I definitely did not expect her to put me in a head scissors. It really
hurt! I was already so out of breath and this just made it worse! Her thighs
were surprisingly strong.

It's one thing to kick a guy a few times but this? This was a whole 'nother
level. I didn't know she had this in her.

And I didn't know what to do. I just tried to rock her off balance, push her,
pull her thighs open, grab her arms...nothing worked. I just did not have my
usual strength anymore.

Without any more options, I grabbed both her legs. Then with a big grunt, I
pulled her toward me as I stood up so she was now draped down my back with her
legs still around my neck.

I don't know why I thought she'd let go but, as I'm sure you guessed, she
didn't. Her legs seemed so slim and yet they were gripping me really hard and
I could not pull them apart!

I even started to kinda run around, although I don't know what I that would
accomplish. Maybe if I swung my body around I'd throw her off? Or she'd get
dizzy and let go?

But I could hear Linda giggling again and realized I must've looked
ridiculous. There I was, a big, strapping, well-built dude, with no pants on,
with a girl's thighs wrapped around my face, trying to run around but clearly
too out of shape to do more than trot.

I felt like an idiot. And I realize now all I was doing was making myself even
more tired.

But then it got worse.

I guess since she had nothing better to do with her hands, Katie grabbed the
back of my briefs and yanked them up, giving me a huge wedgie. And I'm pretty
sure I howled in shock and pain because my nuts were still pretty sore and
this just made it worse. But I kept running around as she then proceeded to
slap my bare ass.

My gosh was it humiliating.

And then finally, I'd had enough. My body just gave out. I couldn't keep this
up anymore. I felt myself sinking to my knees and then pitching forward. Katie
loosened her thighs at the last second so I basically fell face first into the
ground.

And I just laid there, on my stomach, trying to get my breath. I figured that
was the end of the fight. She hadn't pinned me but I was down and clearly not
getting up anytime soon.

But Katie wasn't done.

She spun around so she was laying on my back, her head between my shoulders.
She scooted down my body, her legs sliding in between mine.

Since my arms were laying uselessly by my sides, she grabbed both my wrists. I
wasn't sure what she was doing until I felt it. She started to push my legs
apart with her legs. She was grapevining me from behind!

I swear to you, I really tried to press my legs back together. I really, truly
did. But I had no energy left. My muscles were just not cooperating. I
couldn't even bother to try and shake her grip on my wrists loose.

I was just so totally done that I could feel her spreading my legs wide and
there was nothing I could do! She had my body totally under her control.

I could hear her and Linda giggling. I sure wasn't, especially since in just a
few moments Katie was spreading my legs much wider apart than they can
normally go.

I felt like I was getting split in half at the groin!

And...well...something even worse was happening.

I don't know if it was the feeling of her legs in those leggings against my
bare legs, or feeling her breasts pressing against my back, or that her body
was pressing down on my crotch, smooshing it against the ground, or what. But
I...I, um...

I started to get hard.

And not just a little. By the time Katie had forced my legs to their limit, I
had a full-on rock-hard erection.

It was so embarrassing! I had no idea what was going on with me. First I can't
even defend myself against this little girl and now I'm laying here, getting
spread open, with a boner! And I was just in my underwear! I would have to get
up at some point and there'd be no way to really hide it. I was mortified.

Luckily they couldn't see it and I was very aware of the pain emanating from
between my legs, from both this grapevine and the nutshot earlier. I just laid
there, trying to rock her off but barely able to twitch a muscle, moaning in
pain.

Finally I guess Katie decided she'd had enough of that because she relaxed and
climbed up to sit on my back. I pressed my legs back together but still
couldn't sit up or even roll over. And I was still hard.

And again, just when I thought we were done, I feel her fingers intertwine
beneath my chin and she hauls my head up into a camel clutch.

And the pain! My gosh, the pain! Again, I'm a big dude, she's a small girl,
but she was pulling for all she could and I had nothing left in me. It felt
like my spine was getting crunched.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I started to see stars and that's when I knew I
had to give up. I just had to somehow make this end. She...she won, I guess.

I couldn't talk with her pulling up on my jaw and I could barely move my arms,
so I just decided to go limp.

Although, yep, not all of me was limp. Goshdangit.

***

I couldn't believe it! I really couldn't believe it!

I felt his body go slack in my arms so I dropped him and he landed face first
on the ground with another thud. I couldn't believe it. It was like I had
sapped all the male strength right out of his big, muscular body.

That was it! He was done! I won!

"I did it!" I said to Linda. I was still straddling his back.

And ever since I clamped his head in between my thighs, I had started to get
really turned on.

Even when he picked me and started running around, I still had him between my
thighs. It felt amazing. And I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. If Ted had
an ounce of fighting instinct in him, he would've realized he could've just
fallen backward and crush me like a bug. But apparently that thought never
occurred to him. Poor guy.

I felt so confident at that point I decided to have some fun and give him a
wedgie and slap his hard ass. And it was fun!

And now that I had him beneath me, with his thick slabs of back muscles
between my thighs, I was starting to get wet.

Which was maybe kind of weird but I couldn't just focus on that - I had won!

"I did it!" I said again. "He's bigger and stronger and a boy and I beat him!"

Linda was clapping and cheering as I bounced on Ted's back with glee.
"Congratulations!" she said. "I knew you could do it."

"All right, big guy," I said as I patted his shoulders. "Let's get you turned
over for the official pin."

"No..." I heard him barely mutter beneath his breath.

"Come on," I said, pulling on one shoulder to twist his upper body over. "It
won't be that bad. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Finally, with my pulling his shoulder and scooting my knees on the ground to
the side over and over to nudge his whole body, I turned him over onto his
back, sitting on his chest.

I was flexing both my arms in a victory pose when I heard Linda gasp. I turned
to her and she was staring behind me.

I twisted around to look behind me. And there, stretched out toward his hip,
barely encased in his briefs, was Ted's dick. And it was hard! It was really
hard and really big! At least, I think it was big.

I was shocked but quite delighted. Linda and I looked at each other. She had
an expression like she was clearly impressed with Ted's equipment. That made
me realize my initial reaction was right - Linda had definitely seen more
boners than me. If she thought this was a big one, well then it was a big one.

I looked back at Ted who was bright red.

"Wow, Teddy!" I said. "I guess you liked me beating up you up?"

"Look, I'm sorry about that," he said. "I swear I'm not a creep. I don't know
why that...that happened..."

He was so clearly embarrassed that I felt a little bad for him.

"Linda," I said to her. "Can you give us some privacy?" I realized that
sounded kinda silly since we were still technically in a park but oh well. I
had a plan.

"Why sure," she said. "Congrats, little sis." And she left with a proud smile
on her face.

"Now, Teddy," I said, cradling his face in my hands. "I'm honored. Really. In
fact..."

I don't know what it was. The adrenaline from winning, the wetness between my
legs, but I was feeling good and I was going to go with it. So I bent down and
kissed Ted Kelly.

It was my first real kiss with a boy and it was great. His lips were so soft.
And he started kissing back! And then our kissing got more intense and I
slipped my tongue in his mouth.

And we just made out like that for a bit, until I slid off of him to one side,
between his arm and ribs. I was feeling really good. I wanted more.

I kept on kissing him from the side, but now I yanked his shirt up to his
chin. I let my hand roam over the chiseled landscape of his chest and abs.

He must've liked it because he didn't try and stop me. But then I realized he
couldn't even get up if he tried so I basically had free access to his big,
beautifully muscled body.

That was the realization that made me slip my hand down further and wrap my
fingers around his cock.

Oh my gosh! It was so thick and hard and kinda warm and it was, like,
throbbing! Like, pulsating! It felt so weird but so great. I had done this! I
had changed his body like this! I had made a boy get an erection!

He groaned a little when I grabbed it and started kissing me harder. His body
started squirming a bit, his hips arching toward my hand as I grasped him. It
was like I had just turned on the whole male engine.

I let myself explore his dick, squeezing it, stroking it, until he pulled his
face away from mine.

"We shouldn't do this here," he whispered.

"Are you going to stop me?" I asked with a smirk, my hand now gently pumping
his big dick.

"Katie," he said as he finally raised a hand to try to pull my hand off of
him, although he didn't have the strength to follow through. "Really..."

"Then try and stop me," I said again, teasing him as I started to scoot down
next to his body until I climbed between his legs and nudged his big, dirty
thighs apart with my knees.

"Katie," he said again, a little more forcefully as he raised his head to see
where I was going and the look on my face.

"It's easy, Teddy," I said as I ran my hand up and down his dick. My other
hand just kept massaging his abs and thigh. "If you really want me to stop,
then make me stop."

He scoffed in frustration as his head landed back on the ground again. He
tried to lift himself up but his arms would just not cooperate.

Meanwhile, I was pulling the waistband of his briefs down, slowly, slowly...

"Katie!" he said again, lifting his head to look at me.

And with that, I pulled his briefs down enough that his dick sprang free,
stretching toward his belly button. Since it wasn't trapped anymore it seemed
to be getting even bigger!

I quickly stood up and yanked his briefs off his legs and tossed them aside.

"Katie, wait..." he protested.

Then I took off his shoes and socks and put them in his bag.

I couldn't believe it. In one afternoon I had gone from this scared girl too
shy to even talk to a boy to forcing my tongue in his mouth and ripping off
his clothes!

I settled myself back down between his thighs again. He must trim because or
something because he wasn't very hairy down there. Now I could also see his
balls - I don't know if they were normally so big or if they were swollen from
me hitting them but yeah, they were big and drooping almost to the ground.

I picked them up, cupping them with one hand, which made Ted flinch.

I reminded myself to be gentle as I rolled and caresses his nuts. They seemed
so big and heavy and felt strange but also it felt so powerful to hold a guy
by the balls! Especially holding a big, muscular guy like Ted by the balls!

"Katie..." he said again, only this almost as if lost in reverie.

I also reached over and grabbed his dick again, pointing it straight up as I
started to pump it. Some of that sticky pre-come stuff started dribbling out
so I used that to smear over his dick, making it easier to slide my hand up
and down.

I couldn't believe how my day turned out! Who knew I'd have Ted Kelly's big,
throbbing dick in one hand and his balls in the other? This was awesome!

He was breathing faster so I started pumping faster. I didn't really know what
I was doing but it seemed right.

"Katie," he whispered again, clearly lost in his own world.

I kept up my handiwork, as it were. His chest was heaving with each breath,
all his muscles started flexing and squirming, his balls pulled in so close to
his body I couldn't even really hold them anymore. And oh my good lord I was
getting so wet.

And before I knew it, Ted started a long, low, guttural moan and I felt it! I
felt the first spurt pump through his cock and then it shot out! And then
another, that shot out even farther, landing on Ted's chest! And then more!

It was so crazy, pumping Ted's big dick like that while it shot out all this
cum! He was still moaning, his head rocking back and forth, his fingers and
toes wiggling.

And I just kept pumping. It was slowing down but I kept going. I wanted to
squeeze every last drop out of him. I think they call this milking? I guess I
was milking him. I was curious how much a guy has in him and, well, I don't
know how much every guy has in him but Ted had a lot. I could see it all over
his chest, stomach and my hand.

His whole body relaxed with one big sigh.

I let go of him, jumped up and walked over to his head. I wiped my hand on his
bunched-up shirt and then pulled the shirt off of his arms. I dropped it on
his chest.

"Here, use that," I said with a giggle. Ted just kind of moaned in annoyance
but he obeyed! He wiped everything up.

"Well I can't put this back on again," he said, tossing it to the side.

I dropped his briefs on his belly. But before he pulled them on he looked up
at me and his next question just melted my insides.

"Can I have my shorts back, please?"

Oh my gosh! Do you know what that question meant? It meant he knew I was in
control! He could stand up (eventually, hee!) and get them himself but he knew
that it was up to me! That I had won and now I got to make the decisions!

And I looked down at him, looked down at his powerful, thickly muscled body,
the muscular male body I just had so completely dominated, and felt jubilant.

I picked up his shorts, looked at him, and then stuffed them into his gym bag.
He dropped his head with a sigh. I bounced over and crouched down next to him.

"Tell you what, Teddy," I said as I caressed his face. "You can get these
shorts back when you meet me back at your house. Because you're going to take
me on a date!"

And with that, I gave him a peck on the cheek, hopped up and started walking
toward his house. I felt like the most badass girl on the planet.

I turned back to see Ted still laying there. And, even better, I could see
that, once again, he had a hardon!

And let me just tell you, I was VERY tempted to go back and help him with it.

But I realized there will be plenty of time for that. I'll just let my sweet,
sexy Ted figure that out for himself.

I turned around and left him there, confident he was going to meet me back at
his house.

And that is how I met Ted.

EPILOGUE

OK, you're dying to know, aren't you?

Well, I was sitting on his doorstep to his house, pretty sure no one else was
home after peeking in the windows.

And there, finally, was Ted, hustling down the sidewalk, just wearing those
tiny little briefs.

He was covered in dirt and his legs were pretty bruised. He was sheepishly
covering his crotch with his hands, his cheeks red as apples. And the poor guy
was just trying to move as quickly as possible but also trying to keep his
balls from hitting his thighs but also his bruised thighs and ankles still
could barely hold him up.

Every once a while a car would honk or a girl would lower the window as she
drove by and shout "Ow ow!"

I thought he'd be furious and never want to see me again. But as he approached
he started to slow down and his head kind of dropped toward his chest. Was
he...embarrassed? I mean, I HAD just kicked his ass, stripped him and milked
him. That's gotta be hard on the male ego.

I stood up as he slowly made his way to me and I was like 'Hi' and he was like
'Hi' and he was blushing. But then he kinda peeked up at me and a little smile
crept up the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry about your balls," I said.

"Oh, that's okay," he muttered. Phew! Not even pissed about that, apparently.
"Uh, can we go inside now?" he asked.

"Oh, right!" I said, realizing he was indeed practically naked. I had already
fished the keys out of his gym bag so I let us inside.

I took his hand, led him upstairs to where I knew the shower must be, found
it, turned it on and stripped off my clothes. He took off his briefs and we
both climbed into the warm water of the shower.

We were just enjoying the moment and each other's bodies but I did ask him
about Boner: The Sequel. He said he thought of every random thing he could
until it went down before he left the park.

So I guess it wasn't too surprising that soaping up his big muscles quickly
worked Ted up into another erection, and while I definitely let myself wash it
with my hands longer than necessary, I knew to restrain myself. We had a date,
after all!

Once we toweled off, we went to his bedroom. I made him stuff his swollen
genitals into another pair of tiny briefs and then rummaged through his
drawers.

It seemed like the only clothes that fit him well were his gym clothes and
that was not appropriate for our date! My only options for him were a lame
t-shirt and baggy cargo shorts. (Why do grown ass men still dress like
13-year-old boys? Ugh!)

I told myself there was time later to help him get a new wardrobe. It was time
for our date!

***

So yeah, I wasn't mad at her. A little at myself, sure, for losing. And yes,
for losing to a girl. I don't know if that makes me a neanderthal but no guy
wants to lose to a girl.

And she wasn't even mad or creeped out by my...uh, my boner. I mean, I was
lying there with her thighs on either side of my face, looking up at her
breasts and she was so happy and confident. And then yes, she...um...well
we...um...I mean, I think she told you what she did to me.

At first I was like, 'no, this is not a good idea' but she was right - I
couldn't even stop her if I tried. And I did kinda try but I was also still so
tired and dazed that I couldn't do much. I was just glad she wasn't running
away from me to tell everyone about the creep who got a boner wrestling with
her. And then it felt so good that kinda had no choice but just to go with it.

But I don't know. She was cute and smart and clearly knew how to handle not
only herself but a big guy like me. I guess I wasn't used to that. Most girls
just kind of went along with whatever I wanted. That seems cool but it just
gets boring. Katie was different. She took control. I guess I liked that.
Pretty sure my dick did.

So I was actually pretty happy she wanted to go on a date. We went to get ice
cream. Normally I don't touch the stuff but Katie wanted some and that just
made me want to join her. And then we saw a movie. And honestly? We had a
really nice time. Talking to her was really easy. She was really funny and
pretty and we got along really well.

But also? I was hard the entire time. And it wasn't just because of how I felt
or how cute I thought she was.

I was hard because Katie made sure I was hard at all times. As we talked and
joked at the ice cream shop? Her foot was planted in my crotch and she rubbed
it back and forth along my erection. You'd think someone would notice but
everyone had their face buried in their phone.

And get this. At the movies? You know what she did? We sat down, she plopped
the bucket of popcorn in my lap as a cover up, and then stuffed her hand down
my shorts. She had her fingers wrapped around my boner for the entire movie.
Two hours of her barely but surely pressing her fingers into my dick, or
barely - just barely! - jerking it with the smallest of movements. Two hours!

It was torture. But, like, really nice torture. That probably doesn't make
sense but anyway. I knew better than to try and stop her. My big muscles were
nothing against her skillful hands and quick wits.

But the worst part - well, not worst, but you know what I mean - was when I
was driving. Going to the ice cream shop she just clamped her hand over my
crotch. Distracting, but I could deal. She just kept chatting as if her hand
wasn't feeling up my dick, but whatever. That's what's kind of fun about her.

Then driving to the movies, she pulled the zipper down and stuck her hand into
my shorts, rubbing my dick and balls over my underwear. Even more distracting
but we made it!

Then, driving back home, she just flat-out pulled my dick out of my shorts and
was stroking it. Again: torture.

She was just acting as if my dick was there for her, like a toy that she
wanted to play with. Her toy. She didn't even check with me to see if it was
okay. I mean, it was, but she didn't even check.

I took a big breath when we were at a red light. "So," I said, looking at her.
"Are you going to let me cum?"

And the air changed in the car as she looked at me. We both knew what that
question meant. It meant I was admitting she was in charge. It meant I was
admitting she decided what she did with my body. It meant, basically, that she
owned my dick.

"Yes, my big, sweet Teddy," she said as she kept pumping me. "You've been such
a good sport today. We are not going to let all this-" with that, she slid her
fingertips up and down my dick "-go to waste."

I was relieved and also really excited. If you had told me this morning that
by the end of the day I'd be feeling really giddy about sleeping with Katie
Brown after she kicked my ass...well, I'd think you were crazy.

***

Yes, I couldn't keep my hands off of him. What can I say? I never had a
boyfriend so I was making up for lost time.

Once we got back to his house after the movie, we went upstairs to his room
and undressed. I probably don't have to tell you that Teddy was the perfect
gentleman. He made sure I felt good and was enjoying myself. And yes, he made
sure I came, and boy did I!

I didn't know it could feel like that! He felt so big in me and my whole body
just felt electric and...well, let's just leave it there. You don't have to
know every little detail, do you?

As we were laying together afterward, him big spooning me, his big arms
pressing me to his powerful chest, I had a thought. I was about to reach over
and grab my phone to text Linda about everything that happened. We did share
everything with each other - we were THOSE kinds of sisters.

But then I stopped myself and wondered: Was this Linda's plan all along? Not
merely for me to practice self-defense, and not just practice with Ted Kelly,
but as a way to set us up?

But I couldn't think about it too long as Ted's voice broke the silence.

"So..." he whispered in my ear. "When do we get to fight again?"

That question! Oh, that question made me so happy! He wanted to fight again
and I did, too! I wanted to practice even more moves on him which would, of
course, lead to more than just fighting.

And with that question, I felt his dick against my ass, getting longer and
thicker as it snaked toward my thigh. I reached back and grabbed it.

Gosh, my big, sweet, sexy Ted was like a veritable testosterone machine! And I
was more than happy to accommodate him. He was my stud and I was going to milk
him as often as possible.

He had no complaints.

END