Tosha by Tom Adams

Tosha's innocent flirting ends in a showdown with a tall, racist opponent.   

Tosha is a cheerleader at a small college in the Midwest. She's Afro-American with medium brown skin, one of the few non-whites on campus. She's short, barely five feet tall. But she's strong as an ox. She keeps in shape by jogging and lifting weights, mainly lifting weights. It's turned her body into a work of art. The muscles ripple in her perfectly shaped legs, shoulders, arms and rounded butt. Her flat stomach is hard as a tree trunk.

Some men are turned off by the muscles. But most find them attractive. That and her very large breasts. Add the cute face, full lips, dark eyes, quick smile and you've got about the sexiest five feet on campus. A lot of men would give up their summer vacation to spend a night in bed with her. And she knows it. She loves to flirt. And that's where the trouble starts.

Ted is the starting quarterback on the football team. He's six feet-four, blond hair, blue eyes. A hunk. He's also a very good quarterback. In fact, he's great. As a senior this year, he is constantly being recruited by some major pro teams.

Ted's steady girlfriend is Molly. She's attractive and tall, an even six feet. Molly is athletic. The star of the women's basketball and track teams and a fairly good amateur boxer. Her younger brothers are amateur boxers in college and Molly likes to climb in the ring and mix it up with them. She's not bad. Not bad at all.

Molly does have one fault. She's a racist. She despises blacks. So when Tosha starts innocently flirting with Ted, just one of at least three dozen other hunks she flirts with, Molly starts to lose it. Big time. She puts up with it for about a week then confronts Tosha.

"Stay away from Ted, Tosha. He's mine."

 "Oh Molly, relax. You know I like to flirt. Of course Ted belongs to you. No question about that."

Tosha gives Molly a friendly smile and starts to walk away.

"Look you god damned nigger. If you get close to Ted again, I'll whip your little black, muscle bound ass."

Tosha is stunned. She almost can't believe what she just heard. She turns around slowly and looks up at Molly.

There is a long pause as she stares into Molly's eyes.

"What did you say?"

Molly moves closer so they're just inches apart, forcing Tosha to tilt her head back to look into the eyes of a woman a foot taller. Molly's eyes glare with hate and she speaks very slowly.

"I said you're nothing but a god damned nigger. And if you get close to Ted again, I'll whip your little black, muscle bound ass. Do you have a hearing problem?"

Tosha can almost feel the hate radiating off Molly. At the same time she can feel a hate and fury start somewhere deep in her gut and spread through her body. And just because I'm black. Why? 

"Don't you ever call me a "nigger" again, Molly. Not ever! And if you think you can whip my ass,  just try it."

"Ok, Tosha. Meet me in the gym at 3:00pm this Saturday. And let's fight in the nude. I want to see every muscle in that little black, muscle bound body off yours suffer. And let's start by gripping hands and forcing the opponent to their knees. Let's see how strong you really are." 

3:00pm, Saturday. Both women take off their clothes and stand nude in the middle of the gym floor. There is a stark contrast. Molly, a six foot tall, white woman. And Tosha, a five foot tall Afro-American.

Both women leap at each other and clasp hands, their fingers locked together, each trying to bend the others wrists back. Molly's height advantage almost shoves Tosha over backward. The large brown muscles in her back, shoulders and arms strain as she pushes against the woman towering over her. The muscles in her gut bulge as she arches her upper body forward.

The women stay locked in this position for long moments. Neither is able to bend the other's wrists. Molly moves a little closer to Tosha to gain the maximum advantage of her height. Tosha's arms move back slightly, but her grip is firm. Her wrists stay locked in place, straining against Molly's. Their bodies are glistening with sweat. They are both breathing deeply in this contest of sheer muscle and will power.

Tosha closes her eyes. Her back, shoulders and arms bulge as she exerts the maximum strength she can call from her muscles and every bit of will power from deep in her gut. She slowly bends Molly's wrists back until the other woman gives up and yanks her hands away. 

Molly is more of a boxer that a wrestler and sends a hard, straight left to Tosha's mouth. Her lower lip burst and blood trickles down her chin and drops on her breasts. Tosha tries to return the punch, but Molly has such a height and reach advantage, the punch falls short of the target. Molly smiles and sends a crashing overhand right to Tosha's forehead. 

Tosha is stunned, drops back and realizes she's got to get in close. As long as Molly can keep her at arms length she'll continue to use her face as a punching bag. And Tosha is more of a wrestler than a boxer. If she can get the taller woman in an unbreakable grip, she will squeeze her until she gives up.

"I told you I'd whip your little, black ass."

"We'll see," says Tosha, Molly's words driving her to a cold fury.

Tosha sees another punch coming and plunges in under it, grabbing Molly in a bear hug. The tall girl grimaces in pain as a pair of muscular, brown arms tighten around her ribs. Molly pushes Tosha's head back and punches her in the face bringing a trickle of blood from her nose. 

Tosha presses her head up against Molly's chest to keep it from being shoved back and punched again. The brown muscles in Tosha's back knot up as they help her powerful shoulders and arms squeeze Molly's ribs and pull at her spine. The tall girl is gasping for breath as she happens to glance at Tosha's large, brown breasts expanding as they push against her opponent's chest.

Molly sinks her fingernails deeply into Tosha's breasts, ripping and tearing at the skin. Tosha releases Molly and jumps back, looking at her breasts. The cuts are fairly deep and blood is flowing down across her stomach. She looks at the blood and then back at Molly with pure hate in her eyes.

Molly taunts her.

"Oh, what's the matter with the little, black girl's tits? They look like a very angry cat got hold of them."

Before Tosha can react, Molly is on her again with long range punches to the face. A right to the jaw, a left to the nose and another devastating overhand right to the forehead. Tosha is dazed but she's alert enough to stick to her game plan. The ducks under the next punch, falls to the floor and dives for Molly's ankles. She yanks her feet out from under her and Molly lands on her butt.

Tosha sits just in front of Molly and wraps her powerful thighs around her ribs in a scissors hold. Then she leans back and starts to squeeze. Molly leans forward as far as she can. Tosha's face is out of reach, but her large breasts are not. Tosha knows what Molly is about to try and she's ready. As Molly reaches for Tosha's breasts, she quickly grabs both her wrists and holds them to the floor.

With Molly's fists pinned to the floor, Tosha sits up and glares at her, their faces just inches apart. Tosha can feel the blood running from her nose, mouth and breasts, down across her ribs and stomach muscles and on down to the floor. She wants to make sure Molly sees the hate in her eyes.

And it's Tosha's turn.

"What's the matter, big woman? Can't you whip this little, brown skinned girl? I'm at least a foot shorter than you. This should have been easy."

Tosha leans back and tightens the bulging muscles in her thighs. Molly tries to moan, but Tosha is squeezing her so hard she can't find the breath to do it. Tosha looks at Molly's face. It's contorted in pain. She tries to get to her feet. If she can just stand up, maybe she can do something. Anything to stop the incredible pressure on her sides, the pressure that won't let her breathe, the pressure that's about to break her ribs.

Tosha has Molly's hands pinned to the floor. Molly uses them to brace herself and get to her knees. She gets her feet underneath her and stands up. Tosha is suspended in mid air. She's not sure what's going on. She just holds  Molly's wrists and tightens the grip around her ribs.

Molly is on her feet, but she's blacking out. She absolutely can't breathe, the pressure on her ribs is so great. Spots are dancing in her eyes, but she sees the gym wall a few feet away. Molly uses her last bit of muscle and will power to lunge forward and slam Tosha's head into it.

Tosha completely blacks out for a few seconds. Her grip is gone. Molly is free. When Tosha is able to look around she sees Molly laying beside her, in about the same condition, glassy eyed, having trouble focusing, having trouble thinking. But deep in their guts, both women still have the same determination to win this fight, to humiliate their opponent.

Both women rise to their knees and Tosha again locks her arms around Molly in a bear hug. Molly pushes Tosha's head back and slams blows to her face. But the blows are weaker. The fight has taken its toll on her strength. She again plunges her hands into Tosha's large, brown breasts and rakes them with her fingernails. The cuts are not as deep, but this attack on what every woman feels is deeply rooted to her womanhood, sends more cold fury through Tosha's body.

Every muscle in Tosha bulges as she squeezes on Molly's ribs and pulls at her spine. Molly grits her teeth in determination. She is not going to let this "nigger" defeat her. She tries to claw. Tries to punch. But her muscles are giving out. Her body will not obey her mind.

More blood comes from Tosha's face and breasts. But she squeezes Molly until she can't breathe and keeps on squeezing and pulling. Molly's eyes stare blankly and slowly close as she loses consciousness. Tosha holds her grip a few seconds longer until she's sure Molly is finished. Then she lets go. In spite of the hate, in spite of the fury, Tosha does not want to kill.

Tosha finds a gym towel and wipes the blood off her as best she can. Her anger is beginning to cool now. The hate and fury are fading. She puts on her clothes and walks over to Molly. The taller woman is just regaining consciousness. She looks up at Tosha. Tosha looks down at Molly and her face is blank. No expression. Molly looks away in  humiliation.

"You know, Molly, this didn't have to happen. I'm going to pretend it never did. There will be no more flirting with Ted. And please, Molly, please, don't you ever call me a "nigger" again. Not ever!"  

Tosha wipes some more blood off her face with the towel, throws it as far as she can in a last burst of anger and walks out of the gym.

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