Alice: A Blind Date 
By danboyii@aol.com (DanBoyII)  
  
  
Alice was the cousin of a friend of a friend.  Just out of the Army at  
22, I thought I was a  real hot shot and only agreed to the date as a  
favor to this friend of mine.  We were supposed to go  for a drive on a  
Saturday afternoon.  It became a problem when it started to rain like  
hell in the  morning with all indications that it was going to rain all  
day.  I called the girl to cancel our  date but somehow she talked me  
into coming over to her family's apartment anyway.  
  
Alice turned out to be a plain looking girl of 20 who was short at about  
5'2" and maybe 125  pounds.  At 6', I towered over her and out weighed  
her by about 50 pounds.  She had dirty straw  colored hair, cut short  
and full of little curls that tumbled every which way.   Her face was  
round  with a million freckles bunched in the center mainly over the  
bridge of her nose.  Her front teeth  were separated by a prominent  
space.  She was wearing a cotton print dress and flat slippers.  Her   
legs were bare, thick and muscular.  Her legs didn't seem to go with the  
rest of her body because  she had such a narrow waist and boobs that  
barely showed their presence under the loose fitting  dress.  
  
Her mother and sister were out so she was home alone.  
  
We sat in the living room and talked.  The apartment was clean and neat  
but showed the signs  of age and modest means.  Alice was quite nervous  
and I immediately got the impression that she  didn't have many dates  
and that few if any boys had ever visited her home.  She brought out  
some  very good coffee and as we talked, at least some of the early  
fidgeting disappeared.  On leaving  high school, Alice had taken a job  
in a large laundry company.  She said that the work was very  strenuous  
but that you got used to it after a while.  She spoke softly and only  
maintained eye  contact momentarily.  
  
I couldn't keep my eyes away from her legs.  They looked so powerful on  
what otherwise  seemed to be such a small girl.  I said something about  
her legs and she turned beet red.  She  stammered that the laundry work  
had made her very strong and pushed her sleeve up to show me that  her  
arms were surprisingly well muscled too.  I didn't let on but I knew  
immediately that her arms  were larger than mine.  
  
I complimented her and really meant it.  I like a fit woman and I told  
her so which seemed  to put her a bit more a ease.  I also told her that  
it might be fun to play wrestle or arm wrestle a  little so that I could  
get an idea how strong she really was.  Secretly, I thought it would be  
fun  to play around with this "plain Jane" named Alice and at the same  
time show her just how strong and  quick an in-shape recently discharged  
vet might be.  Alice reluctantly agreed to try some arm  wrestling.  
  
We went into the kitchen and sat across from each other at the sturdy  
looking maple table.   We locked hands and began to apply pressure  
slowly.  The harder I pressed, the harder she pressed  until I was  
pressing with all my might and our arms still didn't move.  I had had my  
head down and  raised it to look directly into her eyes.  At that moment  
she smiled and pressed my arm hard to the  table.  
  
I was both surprised and embarrassed.  And speechless!  Alice made  
nothing of it.  She even  apologized for slamming my hand down so hard.  
  
  
Chapter 2  
  
  
Macho guys usually find ways to talk their way out of embarrassing  
situations.  Old football  injuries have a way of reoccurring when the  
situation is a physical one, as in this case.  I thought  of bringing up  
an old non-existent shoulder injury, but then I also wanted to try her  
again.  She  had already proved that she was very strong and there was  
no doubt that her upper arm was larger  than mine, yet I had this  
completely unfounded feeling that given another chance I could surely  
take  her.  
  
Alice had just smiled and gotten up and had busied herself making more  
coffee.  
  
I decided to meet the problem head on.  "Wait a sec.  You don't get away  
that easy.  I  demand a rematch."  
  
"Are you mad?" Alice was suddenly looking at me with great concern.   
"You said that you  really liked girls with muscles and wanted to see  
how strong I really am. I'm sorry.  Please don't  be mad."  
  
"I'm not mad, but I will be if you don't give me another chance.  And  
make sure you try just  as hard as you can, OK?"  
  
She said that she would and took her place facing me once again.  I  
figured that this time I  would go for a quick kill and get her before  
she was ready.  We positioned our arms and I took the  opportunity to  
feel her forearm and then her upper arm, making it look as though I was  
just assuring  that we were both in proper position.  This time, I said  
that we would start when I said "ready,  set, go".  She nodded and said  
that would be fine.  
  
I gave the signal.  'READY......SET.....GO", and I went for the kill  
just a tad ahead of  "GO".  Her arm moved only about ten degrees before  
she caught me, reversed the direction and slammed  my arm down in no  
more than two seconds.  We wrestled two more times.  I quit the "ready,  
set, go"  strategy and went back to starting with gradual pressure.   
Then we wrestled three more times with  the other arm.  Alice won every  
time in convincing fashion.  There was little I could do but admit  to  
myself and also to this little strong girl that she was not just  
stronger than me, she was much,  much stronger than me.  
  
"You are really something", I marveled.  "Do you know how much you can  
lift?  Do you have  any idea how strong you are?  Would you please make  
a muscle and let me feel your bicep?  You must  have known that you were  
strong enough to beat me, didn't you?"  I babbled on firing question  
after  question at her without giving her an opportunity to answer.  I  
got up and taking her hand guided  her to stand and flex one arm.  She  
obliged and I started feeling the huge ball of muscle without  waiting  
for permission.  
  
She stood holding her sleeve up with one hand, patiently allowing me to  
explore her flexed  arm to my hearts content.  It was hard.  And big.   
Much harder and bigger than my arms, there was no  doubt.  I estimated  
that her arm at the bicep must be over 15 inches since I wasn't quite  
able to  encircle it with both my hands.  I was becoming very excited  
when she said that the coffee was  ready.  She moved to the stove as I  
stood watching.  Good thing we weren't arm wrestling now.  I was  weak  
as a kitten.  
  
  
Chapter 3  
  
  
I accepted another cup of coffee from Alice and walked back into the  
living room where I  took a seat in the wooden rocker by one of the  
front windows.  It was an upstairs flat and the  window gave me a clear  
view of the street below.  The rain continued to pour down hard.  I had   
always liked to sit and watch the rain and the wet people dodging their  
way through it.  Of course I  liked it best when I was watching from a  
nice dry comfortable vantage point.  Like right now.  Alice  came in  
with her coffee and placed a straight wooden chair opposite me and took  
a seat.  
  
We talked.  Her nervousness had returned.  I said something about the  
rain and I think she  thought I was about to leave.  She stammered that  
if I wanted to arm wrestle some more she was  willing and if I wanted to  
win that that would be OK too.  When I said that maybe I did want to   
wrestle some more and scolded her for thinking that she should let me  
win, she began to relax once  more.  As we talked, it became more and  
more clear that I was dealing with a "plain Jane" who  thought she was  
more homely than she actually was.  Also, she was physically strong as  
an ox and  emotionally soft as warm butter.  
  
I learned that her full name was Alice Anne Abbots.  In school, she had  
been known by friend  and foe alike as "Triple A".  She said that she  
had always been pretty strong and that she was  teased from an early age  
about her "monster legs".  In junior high, she had wanted to be a   
cheerleader but when others found out they just laughed.  They called  
her "thunder thighs, tree  trunks, and girder gams".  The last was a  
name supplied by one of the male teachers whose invitation  for a ride  
in the country she had refused.   In answer to my question about sports  
she explained  that she had played some soccer as a freshman and had  
been good because she seemed to be stronger  and faster than everybody.   
But she only played 5 or 6 games and quit because her after school jobs   
were more important.  She didn't actually graduate from high school but  
left midway into the junior  year because a full time job was necessary  
to help keep the family afloat.  
  
I was beginning to have a true empathy for this girl.  She spoke softly  
with such feeling  that it was obvious that she was laying her emotions  
wide open for me to see and feel.  It occurred  to me that any man in my  
position might use and abuse her because she allowed her feelings to be  
so  nakedly and vividly viewed.  This girl had already had plenty of  
hurts in her young life.  And she  knew little but hard work.  I didn't  
ask, but the more we talked, the more certain I was that this  girl had  
had few experiences with the opposite sex and was starved for some real  
male affection.   The big tough guy that I thought I was, wasn't sure  
how to handle this situation.  
  
On the question of how much she could lift or some measure of how strong  
she really was, she  gave me a strange answer.  She wasn't a gym person  
and didn't lift weights.  She told me that she  was the only person at  
her company who could lift a full laundry cart.  Now this is really  
tough.  I  mean it's tough to identify with what the hell lifting a full  
laundry cart amounts to when you've  never even seen one.  She tried to  
explain but came up short.  Finally she said that she could  easily lift  
me.  Or even two people my size at the same time.  
  
As soon as she said it, the nervousness surfaced again.  Surely she was  
afraid that she  would do or say something that would chase me away.  
  
Trying to both put her at ease and have some real fun, I said, "OK,  
Triple A, let's wrestle!"  
  
She nearly dropped her coffee cup.  I had been thinking like the macho  
guy that I was.  In  school I had played several sports.  I had been on  
the wrestling team.  I wasn't great, but I had  won about two thirds of  
my matches and I did know how to wrestle.  I was resigned to the fact  
that  Alice was much stronger than me but that didn't mean that she  
would automatically beat me in a  wrestling match.  
  
She said OK, that we could wrestle if that is what I wanted to do.  We  
moved the furniture a  little and just as she finished moving a large  
chair I grabbed her from behind around the waist and  pulled her down.   
Not really.  Alice sort of folded up and let me do it.  She was like  
wrestling a  piece of spring steel.  But at first she did let me pull  
her down and get on top, straddling her  chest and pin her arms up above  
her head.  
  
I realized what she was doing and told her to stop letting me win and  
try to get up.  She  wiggled about and raised one arm and then the  
other.  I couldn't stop her.  She was just too strong.   Quickly she was  
free and on her way to pinning me.  I squirmed and twisted but she kept  
getting the  better advantage.  And then she wrapped one arm around my  
neck and the other around one thigh and  locked her hands together.  I  
was trapped in a cradle hold.  She squeezed my body so that I was   
folded neatly with my knees up by my ears.  My arms were more or less  
free but there was nothing I  could do with them.  She had me and we  
both knew it.  The more I tried, the weaker I got.  Truly, I  was  
helpless as soon as she got the hold on me.  
  
She maintained the hold and raised herself to one knee.  Then with a  
demonstration on  tremendous strength, she stood up lifting me in her  
arms while maintaining the cradle hold.  She  carried me to the chair  
where she had been sitting and sat down.  
  
In a small voice she said, "I can hold you like this all day."  
  
I squirmed and twisted in some little feeble attempts to get free and  
then I stopped  struggling.  Actually, it was a thrill for me to be held  
this way by this little Amazon.  Finally, I  asked that she please let  
me go.  Immediately, she released me.  I was now free but still sitting  
on  her lap.  She looked at me with questions in her eyes.  She wasn't  
sure if I was going to be mad or  not.  
  
I think I understood what was going through her mind so I put my arms  
around her shoulders  and gave her the most passionate kiss I could  
force myself to create.  On one hand , I was thrilled  by her strength  
and I was thrilled to be overwhelmed by this strong woman, but it wasn't  
a feeling  of passion on my part.  At least not yet.  
  
I left that evening without meeting her sister or mother.  She  
practically forced me to take  her high school class ring and put it on  
the chain around my neck.  I protested at first and then I  realized  
that giving me the ring was her way of trying to assure that I would  
return.  
  
  
Chapter 4  
  
  
I couldn't stop thinking about Alice.  She was a most unusual woman with  
such a series of  contradictions.  Emotionally, she was one of the most  
vulnerable people I had ever met and yet  physically she was just  
unbelievably strong.  There was no doubt in my mind that she was strong   
enough to destroy me with her bare hands.  I kept thinking about the arm  
wrestling but even more  than that, was the memory of her overpowering  
me and clamping on that cradle hold.  And then lifting  me and holding  
me on her lap.  She had been in total control.  She had said it herself.   
She said  that she could hold me that way all day.  And there was no  
doubt that she could.  She had held me so  squeezed together that I  
could hardly breath let alone mount any effort to break the hold.  And I   
loved it.  It was such an erotic thing to be held this way by this  
powerful little girl.  I just had  to have the experience again.  
  
I called her on Monday evening.  She answered the phone and seemed  
excited to talk to me.   But when I asked if I could come over, she said  
"no".  We talked some more and I asked if she would  go to the gym with  
me on Tuesday evening she said that she would.  
  
When I pulled up in front of her house on Tuesday, she was waiting on  
the porch.  She was  wearing a gray sweatshirt and sweat pants.  When  
she got in the car, her eyes were sparkling and she  touched my arm in  
an affectionate but tentative gesture.  Nervous again.  I took hold of  
her upper  arm and felt the thick hard muscle under the bulky shirt.   
She allowed me to pull her close.  I  leaned over and kissed her on the  
cheek.  She reddened and looked at me as though I were some kind  of  
saint.  
  
Just as we pulled into the parking lot for the Gold's gym she asked, "  
Do you know what  women wear for underclothes when they work out?"  
  
I told her what I knew which wasn't much.  She seemed most concerned  
because she was wearing  an ordinary bra rather than a sports bra or  
leotard or other form of female workout gear.  I said  that it wasn't a  
problem without knowing if it was or not.  Inside, I got her to look at  
the cloths  available for sale and over her protests bought her a two  
piece work out set in dark blue lycra.  I  sent her to change telling  
her to just put the new cloths on under the sweats.  I wasn't sure that  
I  wanted to share her build with anyone.  At least not yet.  
  
When she came out we did some stretching and I took stock of the gym.   
Not too crowded yet,  still a bit early.  We went to the free weights  
first.  I took the ten pound weights and showed her  how to do standing  
curls.  She did exactly as I told her,  good form moving slowly and  
keeping the  stress on the arms only.  We each did a set of 10 at 10,  
15, 20, and 25.  I tried 27 and did 6 reps.   Alice did 10 at 27 and  
asked if I wanted her to go higher.  I told her that that is why we were   
there, to find out what she could actually do.  She proceeded to do 10  
reps at 30, 35, 40, 45, 50  and an incredibly perfect 10 reps at 60  
pounds.  From 35 on there were people watching.  
  
At the bench press I loaded the bar with a 45 on each end for a total of  
130 and did 6 reps.   Alice did 10 without problem.  She said she could  
do a lot more.  I put another 45 on each end and  then asked one of the  
big guys to spot for her.  I knew that I couldn't handle the weight  
myself and  I wasn't sure that Alice was experienced enough yet.  I  
shouldn't have worried.  Alice did 10 reps  at 220 with ease.  I was  
going to add just 20 pounds more but Tom, the guy that was doing the   
spotting encouraged me to go big because Alice had handled 220 so  
easily.  She did 8 reps at 310.  I  sent her to get a drink and when she  
came back she did 2 reps at 360.  Alice was pressing nearly  three times  
her own weight.  Tom said there were few in the gym, man or woman who  
keep up with  Alice.  Later she did 900 pounds on the leg press machine  
and looked like she could have done more.  
  
On the way home we stopped for coffee.  She thanked me for the fifth  
time for the workout  clothes and said that she would pay me back.  I  
said that it was a gift and we argued.  I won when I  said that she had  
to accept it as a gift or I wouldn't take her back to the gym.  We  
laughed and  hugged on the way back to the car.  We were really  
beginning to enjoy each others company.  
  
We made a date for Friday evening.  
  
  
Chapter 5  
  
  
When Friday came I knew I would have problems.  I knew I would be  
expected to go bar hopping  with the guys.  That's what we did every  
Friday.  And some of the girls from the office did too.  We  generally  
had a wild time that lasted well into Saturday so that we often ended up  
at an all night  spot for breakfast around 4 or 5 o'clock in the  
morning.  I knew that when I told the guys that I  wasn't going that  
they would know that something was up.  Like I say, I knew it would be a  
problem,  but I also knew that I was going to see Alice, no matter what.  
  
The guys thought I had a hot date with some model, a girl that I had  
danced with at one of  the local spots several weeks ago.  The truth is  
that all we had was a dance.  We hardly spoke but  the guys thought  
differently and at the time I made no effort to correct them.  On top of  
that, my  reputation as a lady killer is pretty good.  If they knew that  
I was passing up a Friday night out  to date a short girl with a nose  
loaded with freckles and a space between front teeth big enough to  suck  
up a chicklet sideways, they would think that I had lost my mind.  I  
told them that I had  another date and would say no more.  Let 'um  
fantasize, I thought.  
  
I arrived at Alice's place at the appointed hour.  As I was about to  
knock, she opened the  door.  She had that look.  The look of adoration  
usually reserved for someone like the inventor of  penicillin or Mother  
Teresa, or maybe John Kennedy in his day.  She was dressed in a black  
mini  skirt with a cream colored peasant's blouse.  She wore sheer black  
panty hose and on her feet were  light blue fuzzy bedroom slippers.  For  
her body, the cloths were well chosen.  The mini skirt and  the dark  
hose were perfect to show off her incredible legs and the loose blouse  
did the trick of  showing off her arms while leaving much of the rest of  
her upper body to the imagination.  
  
I handed her a little pot of African Violets that I had picked up on the  
way over along with  a bottle of a reasonably good Merlot that I had  
owned for some time.  Alice was delighted.  She was  like the loyal  
little puppy that waits to pour out total love when it's master finally  
arrives.  I  felt a little twinge of guilt.  Had I even for a moment  
considered not keeping our date this night?   If I had, it was truly  
only momentary.  But as I looked at Alice's face, I realized what a   
responsibility I really had.  I would have to be very careful with this  
relationship because she was  offering herself to me openly and  
unconditionally.  It is so easy to hurt someone so totally and   
completely committed.  
  
Her hands were full so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.   
She led me into the  living room where she had a beautiful tray of  
cheese and crackers laid out along with two glasses  and a basket bottle  
of Chianti.  She put the two presents down and turned to embrace me for  
a  serious kiss full on the lips.  Holding her and being held by her was  
all that I had expected that  it would be.  Feeling her powerful  
shoulders and upper arms was such an erotic turn on.  Hard,  rippling,  
even brawny were all accurate adjectives.  Feeling the strength of this  
woman in the tight  embrace reminded me quickly that I am no match for  
this small Amazon.  
  
She poured the wine and we sat and clicked glasses and relaxed.  We sat  
next to each other  on the aged sofa.  Her mother and sister were out  
again and not due back until late.  
  
The wine was good and the cheese was very good.  Alice said that a good  
movie was going to  be on soon if I was interested.  Or if I just wanted  
to talk, that was fine too.  I said that I had  thought we might go to a  
show or whatever she wanted.  We were feeling each other out and neither  
of  us seemed willing to say something definite for fear it wasn't what  
the other wanted to do.  I bit  the bullet.  
  
I said that I still didn't know what her upper body looked like and that  
maybe I would like  to arm wrestle some more.  And there was no "maybe"  
attached to my desire to feel her muscles.  
  
She said, "You can feel my muscles any time you want to."  
  
I became a little giddy and began to get sexually excited at the same  
time.  Time to act  macho - take control - show her who is in charge -  
do something impressive.  "You stupid jerk", I  thought, "feel her  
muscle, she just told you that you could!"  
  
"L-L-Let me f-f-feel", I said, in my most macho falsetto.  
  
Alice immediately flexed her left arm, closest to me.  I felt.  I also  
felt feint.  At that  moment I realized that I didn't care what Alice  
looked like.  I wanted her.  I wanted her bad.   I was afraid to stand  
because I was afraid that she would see my erection.  I decided that the  
best  thing to do would be to put my arm around her and just hug her  
clothes and run my hands over those  spectacular muscles.  That is what  
I did when we heard someone on the stairs and then with this  little  
warning, a women burst through the door.  
  
"Hi Trip",  she said, as though she were playing a role in a stage play.  
  
"Hi", said Alice along with a blank stare.  Softly Alice said, "This is  
my sister, Nancy.   Nancy, this is Tom Wills."  
  
Nancy was a strawberry blond, about 5'8" with a face and figure that  
would stop traffic at  Time Square.  
  
  
Chapter 6  
  
  
"Wow Trip,  where did you find this handsome hunk?"  Nancy was anything  
but bashful.  Her  very feminine, large busted, full figure had been  
poured into a form fitting silky green dress.  The  dress stopped well  
above the knees to provide a stunning view of her beautiful legs.  She  
wore  matching green, high heeled sandals that raised her eyes to my own  
height which I learned by having  jumped up when she entered.  My  
erection was still there but was quickly hidden because Alice got  up  
too and stood in front of me.  
  
Nancy rattled on telling us where and what she and her date Ralph had  
just eaten.  She had  stopped in to get the concert tickets that she had  
left laying on her dresser.  She said that if she  didn't like the  
concert, that possibly they would come back and drink some wine and  
watch the movie  on TV with us.  She pecked us each on the cheek as she  
whizzed  by.  She also gave my forearm an  affectionate squeeze and then  
she was gone.  
  
"Wow, you have some sister," I said.  
  
"Don't I though," Alice responded without expression.  "Do you think she  
is pretty?"  
  
"She sure is.  She's a knockout", I responded a little too quickly.  
  
Alice sat motionless for a moment and then without a word, stood and  
walked out of the room  into the kitchen.  Now, I'm not the smartest guy  
in the world, or the most sensitive, but I don't  need a piano to fall  
on me to call attention to some situations.  Alice was gone for only a  
second  or two before I realized what I had done.  I had reacted like  
just about any red blooded American  male on seeing Alice's sister  
Nancy, for the first time.  And Alice recognized the symptoms right   
away.  Alice didn't have much experience with boys or men, but what  
little she may have had included  suffering through those times when she  
did bring some male home only to have his attention leap to  her  
beautiful sister while leaving her alone and ignored.  And it sure  
looked as though I was about  to do the same thing.  I decided that I'd  
better try to do something to fix things and I better do  it quick.  
  
I headed for the kitchen.  Alice had left a trail.  She had walked right  
out of her  slippers, one at a time, leaving one by the sofa and the  
other several feet from the door leading to  the kitchen.  When I  
entered the kitchen Alice was standing at the sink with her back to me.   
I  moved toward her slowly trying to decide what to do.  I was anything  
but confident.  I wanted to  tell Alice that she really did appeal to me  
and that I was beginning to care for her.  This was only  my third date  
with her, the second at her apartment and the only other being when I  
took her to the  gym.  But I was really drawn to this little strong girl  
and the fact that her sister was a beauty  wasn't going to change that.   
How to proceed?  
  
It was now my turn to be nervous.  If Alice were angry enough to turn on  
me, there was no  doubt in my mind that she was fully capable of beating  
me up and tossing me out of the place if she  wanted.  I put my hands on  
her shoulders and attempted to turn her toward me.  She shook me off and   
moved away.  She was sobbing and she shoulders began to shake.  I tried  
again.  
  
"Please, ........Alice or.... Trip, ......can I call you Trip?  I put my  
arms around her  waist from behind and this time she didn't fight me  
off.  "Please believe me,  I'm here to see you.   And that's not going  
to change in the near future unless you don't want me.  I'm here because  
you're  you.  I'm here because you're five foot two and I'm here because  
you're strong as a bear.  I'm also  here because you're a sweet girl and  
I want to know you better.  OK?"  
  
Alice turned to me and looked up with those trusting, adoring large  
brown eyes that looked  big as saucers.  They were glistening with tears  
unshed making the little gold flecks at the edges  contrast all the more  
with the dark chocolate color.   "Oh Tom, do you mean it.  I...I...".   
Her  voice trailed off as she buried her face in my chest.  I tightened  
my grip around her waist.  I  decided to lift her in my arms and kiss  
her.  But she seemed so heavy.  I did lift her but I had to  bend  
backward some to do it and became unsteady so that I was unable to kiss  
her.  Her head wasn't  high enough and when I leaned forward I had to  
put her back down.  "I think I'm too heavy for you,"   she said.  "You  
better let me take care of the lifting and carrying and the other muscle  
stuff.  You  can take care of the words for both of us.  You're very  
good with those.  And I just like to look at  you."  
  
It's embarrassing to be a six foot macho guy and have trouble lifting a  
little 125 pound  girl.  But she was right.  I should leave the muscle  
stuff to her.  She asked if I wanted to arm  wrestle some more and I  
said that I would rather wrestle again because I still thought I might  
be  able to beat her if I got the right hold on her.  Then I got another  
idea.  I reminded her that she  had said that I could feel her muscles  
any time I wanted to.  When she agreed that that was true, I  asked her  
to carry me piggy back while I would feel her biceps.  She readily  
agreed and turned and  bent over, inviting me to climb on her back.  I  
did and she straightened up holding a leg by each  arm.  I was obviously  
not much of a load for her.  She carried me back into the living room  
without  noticeable effort while I put my hands on her upper arms and  
felt guns hard as stone.  She stood at  the sofa and waited for  
direction from me.  When I said OK, she put me down and I pulled her  
down on  the sofa and we embraced and kissed long and hard.  Her embrace  
was powerful to say the least.  I  knew that I was under her control.    
I was so excited I thought I was going to explode.  Finally, I  got up  
and went to the bathroom to clean up and calm down.  This girl was  
driving me crazy.  
  
  
Chapter 7  
  
  
We did do some wrestling that evening but before we started I asked  
Alice or "Trip" if she  would change from the blouse and skirt into the  
outfit that I had purchased for her at the gym.  She  ran to do it as  
soon as I asked.  I couldn't get used to her agreeable approach to  
anything I asked.   As I sat and waited I considered asking her for  
something really ridiculous just to see if she would  do it.  I  
discarded that idea quickly.  It seemed to be true enough that she was  
acting as though  she were my slave but it had also been demonstrated  
that she was probably strong enough to kill me  with her bare hands if  
she had a mind to.  I made a mental note - "don't do something stupid".   
And  then, there she was!  
  
Believe it or don't, the first things I noticed about this incredible  
girl were her knees.   Trust me on this.  When a female has very strong  
looking muscular legs and the view of them is from  the front, the knees  
take on a special importance.  They radiate power.  Round and full and  
thick  and solid, they radiate up, to broad massive thighs with slabs of  
muscle layered in the front,  supported by the thick cords of hamstrings  
in the rear.  Downward, they connect to the shin that  swells toward the  
rear to expose the incredible meat of flared calves that narrow to slim  
feminine  ankles and small feet. But the knees remain a central point  
exuding the elements of power much like  the wheels of a tank.  
  
Her wide hips and broad shoulders looked even wider and broader because  
of the very narrow  waist in between.  Seeing that waist for the first  
time was another shock.  It was so small and  looked so very hard.  And  
this girl didn't even workout!  Alice's breasts weren't very large but   
they were somewhat larger than I had thought, having only seen them  
before hidden behind baggy  cloths.  The arms and shoulders were large  
and thick with very noticeable definition.  No real  surprise here.  I  
had felt the solids of those muscles only minutes ago.  
  
We moved the furniture a little as we had done before and I removed my  
shoes and downed a  glass of wine.  We circled and locked arms.  Alice  
defended herself but did not try to mount any  sort of attack.  I tried  
to turn her to get an advantage from behind but I simply couldn't do it.    
She just fought me off with her superior strength.  Arm twisting was out  
of the question.  It was  like trying to wrestle a marble statue that  
had the ability to change it's pose but only when it  wanted to.   
Pressure by me accomplished nothing.  I complained that she was not  
trying.  She  responded by twisting my arm into a hammer lock, reaching  
down with a free hand to capture a thigh  and lift me momentarily and  
then dump me without ceremony  on the floor.  She then pinned me easily.    
She held me spread eagle and spread my legs by capturing them in a  
grapevine hold.  I wasn't in any  pain but I couldn't move either.  I  
was hopelessly outclassed.  She hadn't shown that she knew much  about  
wrestling but it didn't matter.  She was so damn strong, she could have  
been blind and had one  arm tied behind her back and she would still  
have beaten me easily.  
  
We tried again, starting with her flat on her back with her arms spread  
and me on top  holding her wrists.  As soon as we started, she raised  
first one arm and then the other, pulled me  off balance, rolled me over  
and pinned me just like she had before.  Being beaten by this little   
girl was bad enough.  But she did it so easily.  Against her, I was like  
a child.  A baby.  Hard to  take?  Humiliating?  Yes, but I had an  
erection as big and hard as a 4 D cell flashlight and had  given up on  
any attempt to hide it.  After Alice pinned me for the fifth time, she  
pulled me into  the cradle hold as she had done the first time we  
wrestled.  She squeezed me double and again with  the same remarkable  
show of strength, she stood up and lifted me in her arms.  Her power was   
absolutely irresistible.  I was powerless from the very beginning and  
now whatever strength I may  have had was quickly sapped by the cradle  
hold.  
  
Alice carried me to the straight chair by the window and sat down,  
holding me tightly on her  lap.  "Want to try again?"  
  
"I give, I give", I managed with a soft voice.  
  
She was worried that I would be angry that she had beaten me.  She  
relaxed the hold but I  continued to sit on her lap.  As we talked I ran  
my fingers up and down her arm, exploring the  muscles from her shoulder  
all the way down to her wrist and hand.  We talked and hugged and hugged   
and talked.  What an evening.  
  
  
Chapter 8  
  
  
I started taking Alice to the gym with me on Tuesdays and quickly added  
Thursdays.  I would  pick her up at her place on Tuesday and then on  
Thursday, I would stop and find her waiting at the  front door of the  
laundry company.  The reason for the difference was because she was  
always  scheduled to work several hours overtime on Thursdays.  At the  
gym, I told Alice to wear the baggy  sweats over the gym set because I  
just wasn't ready to share her body with anyone.  I'll admit that  as  
much as possible I was trying to prevent any competition from other  
muscle lovers.  It wasn't  possible to hide her phenomenal strength for  
long though.  
  
When working on the machines, I kept the weights for Alice very close to  
the weights that I  was using for myself.  For example, for pull downs  
(behind the neck) I top out at 110 pounds, so I  let Alice do only 130  
for her last set even though I am sure she could handle all the weight   
available on the machine (220).  At first, only a few people noticed  
what she was doing on the  machines but there was no way to hide Alice  
when it came to the free weights.  She quickly became  center stage  
there and that is how her fame spread throughout the gym.  I had her top  
out on  dumbbell curls at 75 pounds although I knew she could do more  
and she was soon benching 380 for 2  reps.  People were astounded by  
these performances accomplished by such a small ( 5'2" 125 pound)  girl.   
Other work in the gym came to a near standstill and I began to draw some  
attention too  because Alice was obviously my girl.  
  
One evening I was sitting at the bar having a protein shake while I  
waited for Alice to  shower and change, two of the gym regulars came up  
and started a conversation.  They were both  muscular, bodybuilder  
types.  One was about 5'10" and the other probably 2 inches shorter but  
both  had very muscular upper bodies and probably weighed in the 175-190  
range.  I had never seen either  one of them bench as much as Alice and  
neither had ever spoken to me before.  
  
"Your girl is pretty strong," the shorter guy said.  "How come she hangs  
out with a wimp  like you?"  Both musclemen showed off toothy smirks  
with knowing side glances to each other.  They  settled in on stools on  
either side of me.  
  
OH boy, what to do now?  How to win friends and influence people.  These  
two bozo's are  obviously cruising to embarrass me and either one of  
them can surely beat the crap out of me if this  turns physical.  
  
After studying for a long moment, I said, "I don't know, it must be my  
winning personality."   The taller guy made a sound that reminded me of  
the goofy half laughs of the obnoxious comic  characters,  Bevis and  
Butthead.  
  
On retiring the laugh, the tall guy said, "Maybe she's so strong cuz  
she's an ape.  She's  ugly enough, eggh, eggh, eggh."  
  
These two were making it really tough.  I'm not a fighter by nature but  
I have been in a  few.  I also doubted that I could take either one of  
these guys separately unless I landed a really  lucky first punch.   
Together it would be impossible.  
  
At that moment Alice came walking into the bar area.  When she saw me  
with the two guys she  stopped as though not wanting to intrude unless  
invited.  She was wearing one of her unbecoming,  almost formless, print  
dresses with a shapeless tan sweater loosely draped about her shoulders.   
No  stockings and a pair of worn sling back flat shoes that didn't match  
anything finished off the  picture.  Even in my precarious situation  
with these two bozo's I was reminded that I just had to do  something  
about Alice's wardrobe.  
  
"Look guys, I don't want any trouble.....", I started.  
  
"Trouble's my middle name, wimp.....", the shorter guy interrupted.  
  
Just then Alice stepped forward.  "Hi, my name is Trip," she said  
brightly, sticking out her  hand to the short guy who stopped his  
thought in mid sentence.  
  
He paused only momentarily and took her proffered hand.  Immediately  
there was the sound  like someone cracking their knuckles and it was  
like everything suddenly became slow motion.  Short  guy seemed to  
explode off the stool just before I realized what had happened.  His  
mouth opened and  "awaw" came out a split second before Alice captured  
his nose between the fore and middle finger of  her left hand.  Somehow  
she did that while he was in mid air between leaving the stool and  
crashing  to the floor on his knees.  The sound was so short that no one  
else in the gym except for the girl  behind the counter seemed to  
notice.  Short guy's free arm flailed without touching anything while   
his partner sat motionless.  This whole thing happened in less than two  
seconds.  
  
"This is the thing," said Alice in her quiet voice with an almost  
affectionate manner not  unlike a teacher explaining something to slow  
or unruly student.  "I've probably broken some of the  bones in your  
hand.  Your nose hasn't been broken yet, but it will be unless you  
sit/kneel perfectly  still.  Now this is my boyfriend, Tommy (Alice had  
never called me Tommy before), and I want to make  sure that you both  
understand.....," she paused and looked at the taller bozo who was still  
sitting  on his stool next to me". ...that it would be very upsetting to  
me if you were to mistreat him or,  heaven forbid, insult him in any  
way.  I'm sure that neither of you would ever do that, but I  thought I  
should let you how important it is to me.  With that, short guy's free  
arm moved to try to  aid his mangled hand and Alice broke his nose.  
  
"Now I warned you not to move," she frowned, as she let go both hand and  
nose just as blood  began to pour.  
  
She reached and took my hand and as I stepped off the stool beside her  
she turned to the  taller bozo still on the stool, "See you guys later,"  
she said with a little wink.  We walked slowly  out of the gym.  
  
As we walked toward the car I asked, "How did you know that I was having  
a problem?"  
  
"It was written all over your face," she said.  "I couldn't stand it if  
they hurt you or  even made you feel bad.  I wanted to make sure that  
they know that I'll hurt them if I have too."  
  
"I think you made your point," I choked out as I marveled at this little  
wonder woman that  belonged to me.  
  
I hugged and she hugged.  What a girl.  
  
  
Chapter 9  
  
  
Driving to work the next morning, I tried to take stock of the  
situation.  Trip and I hadn't  talked much at all during the drive home.   
We did kiss and hug with great affection when we said  good night and  
firmed the date to meet at her place the following evening.  And then I  
went home and  slept very poorly.  
  
As I drove along, I still couldn't get the pictures of little Alice  
confronting those muscle  heads out of my mind.  I realized that now  in  
addition to a very unusual girlfriend I also have a  very capable and  
loyal bodyguard housed in the same body.  I kept seeing Alice as she  
snapped the  guys nose.  And the calm, nearly placid manner she  
maintained without anything close to stuttering  or any other outward  
indication of nervousness.  And what strength.  Even for me, who knows  
first  hand the power of this girl, it was a surprise to see how easily  
she first controlled and then  punished the guy.  Would she ever become  
upset with me to a point where she might decide to punish  me for  
something I might do?  Am I afraid of Alice?  Am I falling in love?  For  
someone who is used  to having everything under control, I obviously had  
too many unanswered questions.  The only thing  that I seemed to be sure  
of was the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about this woman during  
every  moment we were apart while I counted down the hours and minutes  
till we would be together again.  I  wondered if Alice was doing the  
same thing.  
  
That evening I arrived at her place at the appointed hour and as usual  
the door opened  before I could ring the bell.  But It wasn't Alice!   
Instead, there before me stood Nancy!  
  
"Hi Tom, come on in."  Nancy was a vision in a soft yellow silk dress  
with dark hose and  matching yellow high spike stiletto pumps that made  
her nearly as tall as me.  Before I knew what  was happening, she pulled  
me into her arms and gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.  She  
then  led me into the living room where a man in stocking feet was  
slouched in the soft chair watching TV.  
  
"This is my man, Ron," said Nancy.  "We decided to stay in tonight and  
watch TV with you and  Trip.  That is, if it's OK with you?"  
  
"No problem," I ventured, and stepped forward and extended my hand  
toward Ron.  Ron looked  at it for a long moment and then took it  
without enthusiasm.  He didn't stand up either.  Great, I  thought.  I  
can see Ron and I are really going to hit it off.  
  
"Trip is in the kitchen making something special just for you, I think",  
said Nancy,  anticipating my unspoken question.  
  
I moved toward the kitchen but paused in the doorway.  There was Trip,  
in one of those  shapeless flowered print dresses that I was learning to  
hate.  No stockings and those worn blue  slippers filled out the  
picture.  When she saw me, she dropped what she was doing and ran to  
meet  me.  Even though I'm much taller than Alice and I just  
instinctively bend down for that reason, she  takes total control with  
those power packed arms so that I feel completely helpless and at her   
mercy.  The feeling was heightened this time by the memory of how she  
had destroyed the guy in the  gym just last night.  
  
I helped her carry the trays into the living room and arrange them on  
the coffee table.   There was an assortment of cheeses, a veggie tray,  
and a variety of cute little finger sandwiches.   She handed me a bottle  
of better than ordinary Bordeaux along with the cork screw.  As I  
started to  pour the wine Nancy told me that Ron was not a wine drinker.  
  
Ron heard her and reinforced his position.  "I don't drink that frog  
shit.  Far as I'm  concerned, that's only for those Frenchie guys with  
the pointed shoes."  I could see that this was  going to be a great  
evening.  
  
Before I could decide how to react to Ron's thoughtlessness, he said,  
"What's this crap?"   He was examining one of the little finger  
sandwiches that just happened to be tuna salad.  
  
"Shut up and don't eat it then," was Nancy's response, as she handed him  
a beer.  
  
Nancy and I made small talk for the few minutes before the movie  
started.  Alice busied  herself making sure everybody was served.  I  
think Ron gobbled up nearly half the little sandwiches.  
  
I was at one end of the sofa and when the movie started I gently pulled  
Alice onto my lap.   Nancy had kicked off her shoes and sat at the  
opposite end of the sofa.  Ron maintained he seat in  the soft chair.   
My plan was to hold Alice so that I could move my hands over her body in  
very  natural ways that would allow me to feel those rock solid thighs  
and then caress and gently squeeze  those arms that could overpower me  
in seconds.  
  
Midway into the movie, it became all too obvious that the it was a dud.   
Nancy took stock of  the situation, noting that Trip and I were not  
paying rapt attention to the thing.  She picked up  the remote and  
turned off the TV.  And then all hell broke loose.  
  
Ron went ballistic.  He berated Nancy for turning off the TV, but that  
was only the  beginning.  He didn't like the food; it was the wrong kind  
of beer; the TV picture was poor and he  didn't like the "fact" that  
wine had been served for "Trip's date, or whatever he is"; and his likes   
had been ignored.  Nancy stood up and went for him.  She didn't say much  
before handing Ron a loud  slap in the mouth.  Ron was out of his chair  
quickly and started grappling with Nancy.  Now Ron must  have been six  
feet tall and probably around 190 pounds.   Nancy, at 5'7" and about 150  
pounds is not  a small woman,  but certainly smaller than Ron.  He was  
bigger than any of us but that didn't really  bother me.  I figured that  
if it became necessary, Trip could handle this jerk with ease.  
  
Nancy actually seemed to be winning the struggle as she seemed to be  
pressing Ron's arms  back and toward his sides but then Ron managed to  
get free and punched her in the stomach, sending  her tumbling back onto  
the sofa.  Trip was on him in an instant.  She whirled him about and  
slammed  him to the floor on his stomach with his right arm twisted high  
up toward the back of his neck in a  very peculiar position.  
  
Nancy was up quickly, begging Trip not to hurt the guy.  Trip released  
him and stood back.   Before Ron could regain his feet, Nancy, in a high  
pitched trembling voice was ordering him out of  the house.  He left  
without a word.  
  
Trip made coffee and the three of us sat around and talked.  Nancy  
explained that Trip had  come to her rescue in the past too.  There was  
more than one occasion when Trip, the little  powerhouse, had jumped in  
to defend her older sister.  Nancy also said that she was fairly tough  
too  because she also shared some of those genes that helped make Trip  
such a strong woman, but that she  wasn't in Trip's league because she  
was never as strong.   And now in the last few years, it just  seemed  
that Trip had become stronger and stronger.  We three were getting along  
very well talking  about Trips physical abilities, sometimes as though  
she weren't there.  And then Nancy challenged me  to an arm wrestling  
match.  She said that she knew she was really pretty strong and admitted  
that  she wanted to show off.  And then she proceeded to beat me.  Trip  
wasn't surprised, but I was.   Nancy didn't look strong like Trip did.   
She did look like an athletic girl, slightly on the plump  side.  We  
wrestled four or five times and Nancy won them all.  They were close  
though, and one time  the struggle must have lasted for two minutes  
before my arm went down.  
  
As the evening wore on, Trip became more and more quiet.