Sandy
By Freddy      BSM16@hotmail.com
A beach date turns into a fistfight

I opened my eyes and found myself gazing upward as the first thing 
I was able to focus on were the trees high above where I was 
laying. My jaw and mid-section were hurting very badly and my now 
former girlfriend, Sandy, was gone from my life forever.  I 
pondered the situation and attempted some deep soul searching 
trying to figure why I was lying on the ground feeling like the 
biggest jerk in existence.  I then thought back to the beginning.

Throughout my youth since the day I entered Kindergarten, I was the 
neighborhood punching bag.  All the bullies in the neighborhood 
used to pick on me and I was beaten up too often to remember the 
exact number.  On a few occasions, I actually tried to fight back, 
but I was always on the losing end, looking up at my adversary with 
a bloody nose or black eye.  I was one of the least athletic guys 
in my neighborhood.  I rarely played ball with my friends.  I 
bowled regularly and sometimes played basketball in the gym.  That 
was the extent of my physical activity.  I never had a girlfriend 
until I entered my freshman year in college as my lack of self 
esteem prevented me from having the self confidence to mingle and 
open up to a girl.    

My first and last girlfriend, Sandy, was seemingly compatible as 
the only physical activity we shared was a weekly bowling date and 
she was never pushy for more than that.  She was 23 years old, 
pretty, intelligent, and had a nice figure.  We had been seeing 
each other about four months as we generally went to movies or 
shows which ended in a nice dinner and long conversations at her 
apartment. I thought we had a good relationship in the making until 
our last date.  We split up because I could not deal with my huge 
inferiority complex which led to my acting offensively to Sandy.  
It was late June and Sandy constantly was bugging me to take her to 
the beach.  As I was always aware of my poor physique, I always 
avoided showing my body in public and the beach is the last place I 
ever wanted to go.  Sandy had never seen me without a shirt on.  
Finally, after constant nudging, I reluctantly agreed to take her 
to the beach.  On the fateful day, I dressed myself in a very loose 
fitting tee shirt which I wore over a tight fitting tank top, which 
would at least cover my sagging chest, and very long shorts which I 
wore over my bathing suit.  I arrived at Sandy's apartment where 
she met me at the door dressed in a very sexy red and white 
sundress.  I never noticed Sandy's figure before this day as she 
also always wore long sleeved shirts and pants.  I was shocked to 
see how built she was.  Her shoulders were nicely rounded and her 
arms, although not large, showed nicely developed biceps and 
forearms.  She wore high heeled sandals which made her calf muscles 
bulge as well.  At 5'3"and 130 pounds, she now stood eye to eye 
with me with the help of her heels.  As I was 5'6" and only 135 
pounds, I immediately felt physically inferior to her and I wanted 
to call this beach date off.  The moment I removed my shirt, I 
would be embarrassed to no end as it would be absolutely 
devastating to me to be seen with a girl whose muscles dwarfed 
mine.  Sandy went back to get her things while I waited at the door 
to ponder the upcoming "crisis".

Somehow, I couldn't think of a good excuse to call the date off, so 
I quietly left with Sandy and hoped for the best.  During the drive 
to the beach, Sandy asked me playfully "are you ever going to 
remove that ugly bag which you are using for a shirt, or what?  I 
smiled and unthinkingly answered "why, are you dying to see this 
macho body in action?  Relax, you'll get your chance sweetie?"  I 
thought to myself that this was the stupidest thing to say to her.  
She had left me with an opening to prepare her for the sight she 
would soon see, but my ego got in the way.

We arrived at the beach, and walked to an unoccupied spot in the 
sand and laid down our large blanket.  Sandy removed her sundress 
and revealed herself wearing a very sexy black bikini.  In addition 
to her muscular arms and legs, she also possessed a washboard 
stomach.  I couldn't help but notice as she was pulling her hair 
back in a ponytail that her biceps bulged to two powerful peaks.  I 
was quietly flabbergasted.  The moment of truth arrived.  Sandy 
asked me to remove my shirt and shorts so that we could go into the 
water together.  I took a breath and removed them.  To my 
amazement, she didn't say anything as we walked hand in  hand to 
the water together.  I couldn't help noticing the disparity in size 
between her arms and mine as we walked close together.  I looked 
straight ahead, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone who 
happened to see what was obvious, a beautifully built female 
walking with a skinny, weak looking male.  My embarrassing day was 
just beginning.  We played around in the water as we splashed and 
dunked each other.  I was enjoying myself and almost forgot what I 
was so anxious about.  I was then reminded why I feared going on 
this outing, as I playfully grabbed Sandy's legs and back just 
below her shoulders lifted and carried her around in the shallow 
water.  I began to walk back to our blanket on the sand still 
carrying Sandy.  All was okay with this maneuver until Sandy's body 
emerged from the water which was, in effect, assisting my lift,  I 
no longer had the strength to continue to carry her and I collapsed 
to the watery sand as Sandy hit the ground fairly hard.  Sandy was 
slightly shaken from the fall.  I was beside myself, humiliated 
that I could not carry Sandy out of the water as any able bodied 
man should be able to do with his female companion.  She didn't say 
anything as we both walked back to the blanket, no longer arm in 
arm.  I was still too ashamed to apologize and I remained silent 
for what seemed an eternity.  

Sandy finally spoke first "Look Freddy, I'm not angry that you 
dropped me, accidents do happen.  I honestly do not think any less 
of you because you didn't have the strength do carry me."  I didn't 
respond right away as my embarrassment put a lump in my throat and 
I was trying to regain my composure.  I became angry at her comment 
and finally shot back defensively "What do you mean?  Are you some 
kind of moron to consider that I can't carry you?  I stubbed my toe 
and lost my balance, that's all that happened.  You're not too 
heavy for me you jerk.  Sandy looked at me like I was totally nuts 
as a shocked expression was all over her face.  She said nothing 
else and we stopped speaking to each other for quite a while.  
Finally, she said "take me home.  I don't think we should see each 
other any longer."  I replied "fine, I absolutely agree with you 
for a change."  Sandy retorted "what is that supposed to mean?"  I 
said nothing except "grab your things and let's get out of here."

During the ride home, Sandy said "what's the matter with you? 
You've over-reacted to the whole episode.  I'm sorry if you feel 
insulted about what I said.  I never intended to do that."  I 
didn't know what had gotten into me since the incident at the 
beach, but everything coming out of my mouth was totally 
belligerent towards Sandy.  My short reply to her last remark was 
"shut up."  She gasped but said nothing.  My thoughts and feelings 
were racing like crazy and I couldn't come up with anything 
coherent to say.  We arrived at Sandy's apartment.  Before walking 
away from me for the last time, she turned to me and said "look 
Freddy, do you want to talk this over.  I don't think what happened 
is that important.  Come on let's take a walk to the park across 
the street and talk this over."  I said "okay, if you insist."

Sandy and I sat down on a bench.  She was still dressed in her 
bathing suit and I was still dressed in my tank top and bathing 
suit as well.  She started off by saying "Freddy, I know a few 
girls who are stronger than their boyfriends.  There's no shame in 
that."  Now I was getting angrier "what do you mean?  You think 
you're stronger than me"  Just because I accidentally dropped you, 
that makes you think that your stronger than me?"  Sandy answered 
"Freddy, I don't want to talk about that as it's not the important 
thing.  But yes, I am stronger than you.  Just stop for a second 
and compare the relative muscular development of our bodies.  I 
happen to lift weights and have developed my arms to the point 
where my biceps are 13".  You obviously do not work out and yours 
are noticeable smaller and softer than mine are".  The size 
advantage I have on you, translates into superior strength.  I'm 
quite proud of my physique as I worked very hard to achieve it.  
But I assure you, my being stronger than you has never been an 
issue with me because if it was, I never would have gone out with 
you in first place.  I knew this fact when I first started dating 
you.  The very first bowling date we had, I couldn't help but 
notice that you had to keep switching hands to carry your bowling 
ball bag.  Then I also noticed that it was only a 12 pound ball 
when you took it out and placed it on the track.  Most guys use 16 
pound balls.  I like you very much and it has nothing to do with 
your physique in any way."  

My response was another stupid remark "bullshit, you're not 
stronger than me.  You want me to prove my point.  I'll kick your 
ass right here."  Sandy was shocked "Freddy, if you say one more 
word..."  I angrily interrupted, "what are you going to do fight 
me?  Don't let me stop you, go ahead get up. Let's fight, come on." 
I now stood up in a challenging posture.  Sandy, now resigned to 
the fact that I was a lost cause, said "never mind, you're not 
worth the trouble.  I'm going home, don't ever call me again."  She 
got up from the bench and began to walk away.   Then I did the most 
horrible thing I ever did in my life which I will always regret.  
As she was walking away from me, my anger was so overwhelming that 
I jumped her from behind.  I dragged her to the ground and as I was 
about to get on top of her and beat her, she grabbed my hands and 
began to scream for help.  As there was nobody nearby to come to 
her aid, she was very scared and began to cry "please Freddy, stop.  
Don't hurt me", but at the same time she did not let go of my 
hands.  I tried hard to break her hold of me so that I could punish 
her, but could not.  Finally, I guess she realized that no help was 
forthcoming and I was completely out of my mind and out of control, 
she then turned her attention to defending herself.  

She put pressure on my hands and turned my wrists back and she 
pushed me off of her with apparent ease.  She got up and now was 
facing me with her fists up.  She was not cowering any longer.  I 
got up to fight her as I raised my fists also.  I attacked her with 
my right hand but she blocked it.  I continued to go after her 
swinging wildly in windmill fashion.  I connected to her face but 
she did not flinch.  I lacked the strength to hurt her, thankfully.  
Now her expression changed to anger for the first time.  She now 
slowly walked towards me with fire in her eyes.  I couldn't help 
but notice how her arm muscles bulged as she was surely going to 
thrash me.  Just as I was coming to my senses and began to back 
away from a sure beating which I so deserved, she started to throw 
punches toward my face.  Based on my long experience of getting 
beaten up, I realized that I could not defend myself against Sandy 
as she was indeed far stronger than me.  I stopped throwing punches 
at her and tried to cover up, but Sandy kept hitting me at will.  I 
was now the one who was cowering, but Sandy did not stop her 
onslaught.  She hit me very hard in the stomach and I bent over in 
pain, then, the last thing I saw was her right fist come up from 
the ground and slam me in the jaw.  She had knocked me down and out 
and she left me alone on the ground to wallow in my misery.