Me & Davi 




The usual disclaimer: All things in the following story are adult by 
nature, and if you're not an adult bla bla. Also everything in the story 
has truly happened (to the letter) and therefore I changed the names of 
the personae. 




I met Davi a few years ago at a college friend's house; she seemed nice 
enough. Let me first tell something about myself. I'm 1.88 tall, and 
weigh 92 kg. This may seem like a lot, but I am stronger than anyone 
else my age. I don't workout, but I consider myself as fairly athletic. 
Davi was at the time 1.77 and weighed 79 kg. She was not fat as-a-cow, 
but it actually was quite close. She told me she was not interested in 
weight, or figure, and just wanted to feel good. And she did. Somehow we 
got involved in an armwrestling fight (and I won - easily) and I was 
surprised how strong she was. I told her so and she was also surprised 
to hear it; she had never thought of herselves as strong. 

Well a year or so went by before I saw her again. She hadn't changed a 
bit. Later that evening she told me she had a part-time job as 
dishwasher in a large catering company, and how that work had made her a 
lot stronger. I sceptically asked her how, and she let me feel her 
biceps. Under all that fat was a serious muscle now. In armwrestling she 
now almost beat me left-handed (I let her win) and I even felt some 
resistance right-handed. I was amazed and told her so. Then she blushed 
(*Gosh*) and we had a fa-bu-lous rest of the weekend (I shall not 
elaborate...) 

Then maybe a year later (she had been abroad) she was over at my house 
for the weekend and saw my dumbbells lying in the house. As I told 
earlier, I don't work out, but used to want to (I don't really have time 
for it). Anyway, I showed her how to train properly, setting the weights 
carefully so she wouldn't hurt herselves, and she worked out that 
evening. She liked it a lot, the way the weights felt in her hands and 
all. She told me so, and I said well every time you come here you can 
work out, if you like. We had a wonderful time that weekend, and she 
promised to come back soon again. 

She came over every weekend for 12 weeks in a row. I had twelve amazing 
weekends, seeing this woman grow from a "strong girl" to "someone really 
strong". We wrestled and armwrestled all the time when she was over and 
not working out, and even though I had taken up training too, I noticed 
week by week that she was getting stronger, relative to me. Hard facts 
justified this sensation; for biceps curls she went from 8 kg to 18 kg, 
and for overhead presses she went from 6 kg to 17 kg. I at the time of 
her starting was doing 18 kg for both; I have had only little progress. 

Well it's now the first weekend where she should mathematically be 
stronger than me, and I kind of dread the results. I'll keep you posted 
though!