King Size
By Connor McCloud, khengiskhan@hotmail.com



The truck pulled up to my house, and I walked to the front door to wave,
letting them know they had the right house. I had removed the queen sized bed
from my room in anticipation of the king, you know, a king size bed. The room
was empty now, well besides the furniture and a couch in the corner. My wife
had left for work, and I had decided to take the day off to do a few things
around the house and wait for the delivery.

The doorbell rang and I walked to the door and waved in the delivery guy. A
young guy strolled in, smiled, and asked me where the bed was going. I showed
him the master bedroom and he simply nodded and walked out. I followed him out
and watch him walk back to the truck and call for someone. A dark haired woman
walked from the drivers side of the truck and jumped into the back. I was a
little surprised to see a girl working on the truck, I guess just assuming
that was more of a guy's job. It was a warm day, but both delivery people wore
a green uniform, and seemed comfortable. The bed came out of the back, and the
guy struggled a little with the mattress, then put it down on the side of the
truck. The woman carried out part of the frame and walked to the house, giving
me a big smile.

As she approached it was obvious she was very strong, she filled out her green
shirt nicely. I smiled back and walked her up to the master bedroom. She began
to quickly assemble the frame, and we had some quick small talk. Nice
Day.....Beautiful...Hot enough for ya?....God yes....

Moments later the frame was assembled and the bed was in place. I was
fascinated by this woman, who looked to be about 28 or so, and how she moved
the heavy bed without much effort. She caught me looking at her, but just
smiled and continued her job. She approached me and handed me the paperwork,
which I signed, and she quickly turned and said thanks and she strolled out. I
thought about her for a little while after she left, I had never met a woman
so strong before. I had a hard time with the queen mattress, never mind the
king.

I came back from a run a few hours later and sprinted inside to answe the
phone. The furniture company called to say that my wife had ordered a chair
which they had forgot to deliver. I hate when she sneaks in furniture like
that!!! They said they had it and they would be delivering that piece within
the hour.

I heard the truck outside a little later, and looked outside to see the same
delivery woman carrying a leather chair to my door. I hurried down and opened
the door for her, and twisting and turning the chair she walked in. I couldn't
help but stare as she walked in. Her uniform was gone, and she was wearing a
tight yellow tank top and black shorts, with sneakers but no socks. She smiled
again as she walked by me, and then turned to me.

"Where do you want it?" she asked nicely.

"Ummm, I dunno, I didn't even know we ordered it," I stammered.

She smiled, "I'll stand here and hold for you all night, but that's extra,"
she smiled.

"sorry," I blushed," just put down, I'll move it later."

She smiled and put it down, looking around the house.

"Beautiful house, the chair will look nice here," she smiled.

"Thanks, my wife picks this all out, I'm color blind," I replied.

"Lots of guys are," she said, "let me get your paperwork."

She walked past me and to the truck, and I just stared as she did. My height,
5'8" or so, very athletic, lean, hard muscles beautifully tanned. She had the
look of a triathlete, a hard body all the way, but with more muscle than a
true runner. Much more than me, I thought to myself, she makes me look
scrawny. She moved fluidly, gracefully, but at the same time, the muscles in
her calves bulged out and she walked. She was amazing.

She walked back in, and handed me the paperwork.

"Just sign there," she said politely, pointing to the paper.

"Umm, sure, hey you want a drink, some water or something?" I asked, almost
nevously, although I wasn't sure why I was nervous.

"Thanks, that would be great," she replied.

I grabbed her a bottle of water and walked back to see her stretching in my
foyer.

"thanks," she smiled as I handed it to her.

She opened it, took a gulp, and then turned to walk out.

"so," I stuttered,"how long have you delivered furniture."

She turned, and smiled and took a step back towards me.

"About 3 years off and on, usually when I need money, my dad owns the company,
he lets me work when I want to," she said, giving me a strange look.

"Oh yeah?" I said ackwardly," and you prefer delivery over other things?" I
sound like an idiot I thought to myself.

"Definitely," she replied, "it can be a good work out and I hate just sitting
around. You seem a little surprised to see me today, are you? I mean, see a
woman carrying furniture."

I looked up, down, and all around, then looked at her," I guess I was a little
surprised, but you look great, I mean you look so strong."

Oh god, I was making a fool of myself.

"Aww, thanks," she said gratefully," I'm Jess by the way," She said walking
over and shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you Jess, I'm Dave," I replied," I hope I'm not holding you up."

"Not really, nice to have a water, just going to bring the truck back, call it
a day," she replied, sipping her water,"so, you were surprised to see a girl
working deliveries?"

I had to answer this the right way. I was really attracted to her, completely
fascinated by her athletic body and muscular physicque. I didn't know what I
wanted, I just didn't want her to leave, not yet.

"Umm, well I suppose you could say that," I said,"I've never seen a woman show
up before, it's just a little unusual."

That sounded good.

"I guess you're right," Jess smiled, "there's not many, but most woman are
very weak, you need some strength to do this."

"Yeah you do, you must work out all the time," I said.

"I do, not as much I as used to," Jess replied,"I was an athlete in college,
track mostly, did all kinds of sports in high school, soccer, track, I just
love sports."

"Well, you sure impressed me. I mean you look strong as hell, but I didn't
think you could carry that king size like you did. I'm not sure I could do
that," I said.

"No?" Jess said, "you never know. Most guys are surprised by my strength, most
act very strange around a strong woman. When guys see how strong I am they act
bizarre. some get angry, some intimidated, some want to prove they're
stronger. Guys hate the thought that a woman is stronger than they are."

I didn't say anything at first I just looked at her. How did I feel? Millions
of thoughts flooded my head. Okay...keep your cool.

Jess, still standing sipping her water, leaned against the wall, and smiled at
me.

"So, do you ask all your delivery people to stay and chat with you Dave?" she
asked with a sly smile," you seem a little curious about me."

Oh god...Need to think fast here.

"Ummm, I, ummm, am a little curious I suppose," I said, talking like a moron.

"It's okay Dave," she smiled, "I get it a lot, although most guys are to
nervous to even say anything, they just look. I give you credit for at least
trying to talk."

I just smiled and looked all over.

"Come on Dave, now is your chance. I can chat with you, but I'm not going to
just stand here and have you not talk," Jess said, in a more aggressive tone,
"it's one of a few things. You want to see how strong I am, or you feel weak
now, and you want to see if you're as strong as me. sound about right?"

"Umm, yeah, that sounds about right," I replied.

Jess just laughed, and walked over to me, and took my hand. She walked me up
the stairs, to my bedroom, and over to my mattress.

"Pick it up," she ordered,"let's see you do it."

Could I lift it? I just didn't know.

I walked over and grabbed the mattress, and with all my might, pulled it off
the bed. I tried to pick it up and move it, but I really couldn't, I sorta
dragged it. Jess smiled as I struggled, not saying anything. I moved it a few
feet, began to get tired, and realized I really couldn't lift it. Jess moved
and grabbed the mattress, lifting it off the floor, then higher, sorta
balancing it on her shoulder. She walked around the room, then dropped it back
on the bed, and put it in place.

She sat on the bed, and smiled and motioned for me to sit next to her. I felt
like a little kid being called by his mom. I sat down next to her like a good
boy, unable to look her way.

"So, is that what you wanted Dave? You wanted me to show you I was stronger
and make you feel weak?" Jess said.

"I don't know what to say." I said," I couldn't lift it like you did."

"That's because I'm stronger than you Dave," she said smiling," can you deal
with that?"

I was speechless. She made me feel like a little kid being scolded. I felt
dizzy with thoughts. I knew she was right, but it didn't compute. Danger Will
Robinson....Danger!!

"That not proof enough for you? Come here," she said, moving to the floor. She
moved on her stomach, and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her
without saying anything, and moved into a position like she did. She put her
arm up to arm wrestle me.

"Okay Dave, let's see if you can beat me, put your hand up," Jess said.

I moved my right hand and ours hand met and clasped together. Her grip was
hard and immediate. Her tanned face just inches from mine, looked prettier as
I examined it. She had italian features, but her best was a wide, pretty
smile, with perfect teeth. Our hands moved together, and I was so nervous. My
wife would have a fit if she knew I was doing this, but I couldn't help it. I
had to see how strong she was.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Ready," I replied.

I felt her strength immediately. If I didn't see her I would have swore I was
arm wrestling a 250 pound guy. Her hand clenched, and her fingers felt like
they would just snap mine. I held my own for a few moments, then slowly she
began to push my arm down. I simply couldn't stop her from forcing me down.
Just moments later, I was pinned, and she held my hand there until I looked at
her.

"That proof enough?" Jess said smiling.

"Yeah, that is," I replied, unable to look her in the eyes.

She squeezed my hand,"don't be upset Dave, this is exactly what you wanted, no
need to feel embarrassed. I'm stronger than you, it's okay."

Being there with her I started to get excited. Jess continued to hold my hand,
and was smiling as I ackwardly looked around. I was getting hard, being with
her like this had unlocked feelings I never knew I had. I was completely
aroused being with Jess. I like being the weaker sex, I was aroused by the
thoughts that Jess was stronger than me.

She let go of my hand, and got up. I moved with her, until we were standing
face to face.

She smiled and looked me up and down.

"So is that it Dave?" she asked," is this what you wanted?"

"I don't know what I want," I said, and that was true.

"You want me to take you? Is that it Dave? You want me to take you against
your will?" she asked stepping closer.

"What? No,no, no, that's not it at all, I ummm," I babbled.

"Be honesty Dave," she commanded.

HELP!!!!!

"No, I can't do that Jess, I'm married, my wife might come home, we can't," I
said nervously.

"Dave, you're still not getting it. It's not about what you want, because you
can't really say what you want. How can you possibly say, Jess I want you to
take me against my will, I want you to domiante me," Jess said slowly, and her
words make me shiver.

Jess moved into me, and I took a step back, until I fell back on the bed.

"You should leave Jess, this has gone to far now," I said, with some anger in
my voice. She was taking this to far, and I was getting uncomfortable.

"I'll decide when it's gone to far Dave. You're not in charge here, I am," she
said coldly.

I stood up and faced her, but when I did she pushed me back onto the bed, with
serious force. I got up again, but she knocked me back down. I stood up a
third time, and tried to push into her, but she pushed me even harder, and I
was knocked backwards, partially off my feet.

"Let's have some fun on this king size Dave, we'll break it in," she said, and
her voice and attitude was completely different. She moved into me on the bed,
pushing me backwards. I tried to scramble off the bed, but she grabbed my arm
and pulled me back, then slammed me on my back. She climbed onto the bed
completely, and moved to me.

"Get away from me Jess! Seriously what the fuck are you doing?" I said
angrily.

"I'm having fun. You wanted me to stay, you know you did, and you want me to
dominate you, I know you do. Resist, I want you to Dave, let's see if you can
get me off you," she replied.

I tried to get up, but Jess was on me. It was immediately apparent who was
stronger. Her strong body began to control me from the start. Her arms and
legs snaked around me and controlled from the start. We rolled around the bed,
her always in control, until she pinned me on my back. Jess wrapped her legs
around mine, and completely trapped my legs with hers. I squirmed under her,
and tried desperately to push her off, but she quickly secured my arms, and
pinned my arms to the bed. I pushed and strained, but it was useless, Jess had
me trapped, pinned to the bed. Jess began to use her legs to spread mine, and
it began to hurt as she spread my legs, but I couldn't stop her, she was to
strong. I tried to push her, roll her, do anything, but I was pinned, and now
to tired to move her.

"Ever get pinned like this before Dave?" she asked.

"Please get off me Jess, this has gone to far," I replied, anger in my voice.

Jess spread my legs wider. I grunted in pain, and squirmed a little under her.

"Answer the question Dave, and I'll let you go. Tell me, you ever get pinned
like this?" Jess said again.

"Yeah, I did, but I was really young, I don't remember much about it," I said,
trying to remember.

"Tell me what happened," Jess commanded.

Then it came back to me. I was 11, we were playing outside, and we were
throwing worms at this little girl. She was a little younger than me, maybe 9
or 10. I looked up at Jess, and it started to come back to me. The little girl
got mad, and came after me, chased me. I ran from her, more just seeing if she
could catch me, and she did to my dismay. She was faster than me, and she
taunted me as she chased me, calling me slow. The girl tackled me, and we
started wrestling, almost fighting, and she was really strong, to strong,
weird strong. The little girl pinned me.

"Maybe this will help you to remember," Jess said, moving up higher, and using
her knees to pin my arms, sitting on my chest now.

The little girl pinned me down and wouldn't let me up. She taunted me, calling
me weak. Her dark hair was long, and had some dirt in it from the worms we
threw at her. Her eyes were dark, and they took mine and held them as she
pinned me. She told me she would hold me there until I apologized. I tried
hard, but I couldn't move her, and then I started crying. She laughed at me,
and just held me there for a long time, just looking at me. I said I was sorry
100 times. She made me say all kinds of things, like uncle, and made me say
she was stronger. Then she let me up and challlenged me to a fight, but I
chickened out and ran home.

"You rememeber now don't you Dave. I was 9, you were 11 I think. I was an ugly
kid, and you were so mean to me, that is until I beat you up. You remember me
beating you up?" Jess asked.

"Yes," I said, a tear in my eye,"now I do. Oh my god, it's you."

Jess laughed, "Yes, it's me. Even then I was stronger than you. My family
moved a few towns over shortly after that, and I don't think I saw you again,
until now. I knew it was you, Dave Kelly, I remember, because you changed my
life. You made me feel strong and powerful, and I knew than I would be a
strong person someday. I also knew then I liked being in control, like I am
now, so many years later. Ironic isn't it?"

I didn't know what to say. Here I was, almost 20 years later, pinned by her
again. I had forgot that, or made my self surpress it. I hated that day, and
those same feelings now exploded through me. I started crying a little, well,
more like a whimper. Jess smiled at me, and held me down tightly, just looking
at me.

"I forgive you Dave, you were young and being stupid.

You threw worms at me at least a dozen times, then one day, I said fuck it.
Like most people, you were strong with friends, but I could see weakness in
you, even then.

You had no idea that the little girl you were being mean to could beat you up.
I'll never forgot the look on your face, you were crying and sobbing, begging
me to let you go. I had you completely, like I do now. To this day you're
still not smart enough to know that a woman can beat you up. Maybe this will
teach you a lesson," Jess said sitting on my chest.

"You know, the last time I pinned you, I made you say uncle didn't I? In fact
I made you say all kinds of things, and you cried and cried. When I let you
up, I challenged you to a fight, and you ran home. Smart move, I would have
beat you up, and you deserved it," Jess said calmly.

I looked up at Jess, triumphantly sitting on me. She had me, I was completely
hers, pinned and defeated. I knew she was stronger and tougher than me, and
she always had been. The muscles in her arms bulged as she pinned me,
especially in her triceps.

"Please get off me Jess," I said quietly.

"Sure Dave, but a few things before I do. I'm not angry about what happened
when we were kids, in fact I'm thrilled now it did. We meet today completely
by chance, but I think it's destiny. You obviously forgot your lesson, so I'm
glad I could remind you of what happened. I'm going to give you a choice Dave,
and you can choose one. When I let you go, I'll give you the option to fight
me again, one on one, fair and square. Or if you choose, I'll keep you pinned
here until your wife gets home, and we can tell her the story," Jess said, a
smile forming across her face.

"Please stop Jess, just let me go," I whimpered.

"I'll let you go, but then we fight and finish what you ran from years ago, I
want to finish it. Or you can be the coward I know you are, and I'll hold you
here. Your choice, but choose quickly," she said, using her hands to squeeze
my wrists.

I didn't know what to do. The lesser of two evils was to fight Jess, my wife
would not like this position one bit. The problem was I was afraid of her,
truly terrified. She was clearly stronger than me, and a much better athlete.
I knew she would beat me, but I might have to take the chance.

To be continued..........