PAMELA
By DanboyII

I was 14 or 15 and was offered a ride home from school on a Friday afternoon
with a carload of seniors.  There were already seven people in the car so
there really wasn’t any room, or so I thought.  Finally I did get in and
ended up sitting on Pamela’s lap.  I hadn’t had much of a  growth spurt yet
so I only weighed around 135 and was about 5’7" tall.  Pamela was a senior.
She was a very pretty dark haired girl who was a star on the girls basketball
team although she wasn’t unusually tall.  She was about 5’6" with very large
muscular legs and broad shoulders.  She had big boobs and had the reputation
of being a very tough chick.  She must have weighed at least 180 pounds and I
had always thought she looked just great.  I sat stiffly at first, but she
pulled me close and said that I shouldn’t worry because she didn’t bite.  I
couldn’t believe that I was being hugged against Pamela’s big beautiful
breasts.  

It was not a long ride home, just about two miles.  Before we stopped at a
spot where most of us got out someone suggested that we meet back in an hour
and all go to the nearby amusement park where a whole carload could get in
for just $5.00.  They included me in their discussions and very definitely
expected me to join them.  It was like a dream to be invited to hang out with
all these seniors.  I went home, changed, got some money from my mom and was
back at the corner in plenty of time.  When we loaded up the car again, I was
in seventh heaven once more when they said we should take the same spots we
were in before.  Now I was going to be treated to a twenty mile ride snuggled
on Pamela’s lap.  I was squeezed against those breasts again and also had the
opportunity to feel one of her arms during the trip.  It was much harder than
I had expected anywhere I touched it and now that she had changed into a
sleeveless tank top, I could see as well as feel muscles that were much
larger that I imagined they would be.

When we got to the park we hung together in a pack for a while.  At one point
we gathered around a grip tester in the arcade and each of us had to take our
turn.  There was an arrow that moved up a scale that topped out at 100.
There were also messages that lit up when you reached your own maximum and
started to drift down.  If you didn’t get up very high, you would get an
insulting message branding you as a weakling and if you did well you got
complimented.  One of the girls got a "sissy" rating, I got a "warm body"
rating and one of the guys got a "muscleman" rating.  That’s all I remember
except that Pamela’s  arrow went off the scale and her message said,
"overload, One person at a time please".  No one seemed surprised that Pamela
was so very strong.

With four guys and four girls we began to drift apart some as pairs or
couples.  I was giddy with excitement and pinching myself because I was
obviously Pamela’s "date".  We walked around hand in hand, and I did my best
to make it look natural so that all would see that Paula was my girl.  People
looked.  People looked a lot a Pamela’s incredible body.  I’m not sure they
even knew that I was there.   

PART 2

We tried a game of basketball shooting.  I was terrible but Pam never missed
and won a giant bear.  At first I felt embarrassed that she was so much
better than me and then that feeling changed to one of pride and admiration.
That feeling went away some too after I had lugged the stupid giant pink bear
for a hundred yards or so.  

We wandered back to where the car was parked and found most of the gang
sitting around a nearby picnic table.  Someone had brought beer and
sandwiches so we all gathered around for a small feast.  One of the guys
started wrestling one of the girls around.  He got her down and straddled her
and began squeezing her boobs.  The girl began twisting and screaming for him
to stop and get off of her but he wouldn’t quit.  Suddenly, Pam went over to
them and grabbed the back of the guys shirt just behind the neck.  She
twisted it tight and dragged him away from the girl.  Pam let him go but he
was really pissed.  He came after Pam and said that Pam was just looking to
get felt up herself and was probably disappointed because she’d found out
that I wasn’t man enough to do it.  Then he reached out and squeezed one of
Pam’s big boobs!

Big mistake!  Pam grabbed his wrist and wrenched him around into a painful
arm lock.  Then from behind, she put her other arm between his legs and
lifted him bodily face down, one arm at his crotch and the other holding
tight to the hammer lock.  I thought she was going to use his own weight to
rip his arm from it’s socket.  She dumped him flat on his face and I think,
dislocated his shoulder.  Too make it even worse, she didn’t let go of his
wrist but bent his hand back in a horribly painful looking position.  He
began crying and begging her to let go.  Without a word, Pam dropped his hand
and turned to me.  She took me by the wrist and we  walked away from the
group and into the crowd in the general direction of the rides.

She led me to the Ferris wheel where she purchased tickets and we got in
line.  Still no talking.  The wheel started and stopped a number of times as
people were being unloaded and new riders took their place.  Finally, we were
near the top of the wheel, just sitting there but not talking.  

She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me gently toward her.  In a
soft low voice she said, "you can feel my boobs if you want to."