Peggy By DanboyII The morning was bright and sunny and hot. Just as it often is in July on S. Padre Island. Todd had just arrived at his mothers summer place the night before and was looking forward to some lazy weeks of loafing, drinking, and girl chasing. Without breakfast he wandered out the back door of the neat and rather large beach house and entered the garage which was detached some 100 feet from the house. His mother’s car was gone and the garage was empty. The jeep was still parked in the driveway. Todd picked up the basketball and opened the garage the overhead door and stepped out into the driveway. Just like old times. He flipped the ball into the basket with a little bank shot. Todd was wearing Nikes with no sox and a shortie tee with brown shorts. He stood a lean 5’10" at about 160 pounds. Not much of a tan but that would come quickly. At 21 he would be entering his senior year at Harvard in the fall and this was the first time in 3 years that he had been able to make it back to the island. Shoot some baskets and have some fun, he thought. Down to the beach club later. Just like old times. Suddenly he realized that he wasn’t alone. There was a woman sitting just to the side of the jeep on the grass, no more than 50 feet away. Shorts, white tee and LA Gear sneaks and she filled everything quite well. A big girl, but a great figure. "Hi Todd," she said with a big smile. Wow, she knows my name, he thought. "Hi", he answered, bouncing the ball and casually walking toward her. "Remember me?" , she asked continuing to bathe Todd with that wondrous smile. She did look familiar but Todd would certainly have remembered someone with this body and this face. She was at least gorgeous if not spectacularly so. "I’m sorry.", said Todd slowly as the woman began to stand up. "It’s Peggy, Todd. Don’t you remember me?" Her eyes twinkled as she kept standing up and up some more. Todd’s mouth fell open. Sure he remembered Peggy. She was a gangly, freckle faced kid about 5’5" or so that used to come from two houses away to play one on one with him almost every day. Last time he saw her she had been about 13 years old with pipe cleaner arms and legs and knees that looked melons. Peggy wasn’t 5’5" any more and the melons were on her chest now and the knees were part of an incredible set of legs. She was also about three inches taller than Todd. And probably 30 or 40 pounds heavier. And the added size looked like it was almost all muscle. "Your Peggy?" Todd managed to choke out. "And I’m almost 17 now. I’ve been hoping you’d be back every year, and now you’re finally here." Peggy explained that she had really shot up in height at about the age of 14. She had started lifting weights at the urging of the high school coach. She went to a very small school in west Texas that had only one coach. A guy who had to coach everything. She said that he had been impressed by her basketball skills and wanted her to put on some muscle so she could play center on the varsity as a freshman. "The weights really worked. I got a lot stronger very quickly. Then the muscles began to show and I began to get very strong. But you get most of the credit for the basketball skills. I was so frustrated because you won all the time, but I sure did learn a lot while I was losing. Ready for some one on one now? "Sure, why not?" I tossed her the ball and we began the familiar contest. Rules were simple. First one to reach 10 baskets is the winner. After a score or after getting a defensive rebound, the defender must take the ball out beyond a mark on the driveway some 25 feet away from the basket. The defender then goes on the offense. You are on your honor as far as fouls go and when one is called, usually by the person fouled, there is usually no argument. A foul means that you lose possession of the ball. There is no shooting of foul shots. Peggy started to dribble, turning her back to me and backing her way toward the basket. Her rather large butt was toward me and I began a hand check of her hip just like the pros do. Her dribble was quick and hard. She suddenly stopped, faked to one side and then did a beautiful fade away jumper that Michael Jordan would have been proud of. Swish!! Nothing but the bottom of the net. I tried a little hook shot and Peggy blocked it. This time she went right around me after a beautiful fake and made an easy lay up. Peggy won the first game quickly, 10 to 6. Then she destroyed me in the second game 10 to 2. She out dribbled me. She out faked, out shot, out rebounded, and worst of all, out muscled me every step of the way. She was now a much better basketball player than I had ever been. And she now had size and power that I couldn’t come close to matching. I found myself complimenting her on play after play. Peggy would just smile and nod. In the third game, I began to play more physically and probably fouled her on nearly every play. But it didn’t matter. Without complaint, Peggy just kept right on scoring, stealing the ball from me, or allowing me a single poor, off balance shot. I pushed and shoved, and on several occasions hung on her arm or part of her body as she drove for lay ups. It made no difference. Once as she made the lay up with me hanging over her back, she caught me as I was falling and set me on my feet. She beat me again 10 to 2. "I give up," I panted as she dunked the last basket! I was never able to dunk the ball and now Peggy did it and made it look easy. "You are really tough," I said as I put my arms around her waist and just relaxed against her with my head on her chest. "You taught me most of the moves." "I didn’t teach you to slam dunk. I can’t do that myself." "But you taught me almost everything else. I’m just a lot bigger and stronger now." "I’ll say you are," I agreed as we started walking toward the back of the house. We both knew that we were headed to the back steps for a can of Pepsi. Neither of us said a word. We just knew that the games were finished for the time being and we were going for a drink. We knew it because that’s what we always did. The three year break in our summer ritual hadn’t dimmed our habit. We walked arm in arm as we had always done but now with a role reversal caused by Peggy’s size. It was now natural for me to put my head on her shoulder with my arm around her waist while her arm now fell naturally across my shoulders. As we walked, I remembered that in years past it was sometimes my habit to put a little head lock on Peggy and hold her head down while I used the fist of my other hand to rub the top of her head. She hated it. Just as I was becoming thankful that Peggy hadn’t remembered that part of our relationship, she pulled me into a headlock and rubbed the top of my head. "Remember this, Todd?" "Ow, yes. Let go!" Another measure of our role reversal. Peggy stopped rubbing my head but she didn’t let me go. I tried to break free without success. Peggy’s arm was big and hard. Her hold was far more powerful than I could handle. I knew it quickly and so did she. She sort of waltzed me over to the steps and then released me in a way that said she was the one deciding to relax her control of me. We sat on the steps with our Pepsi’s and talked. When I told her that I was a guy who liked the look of a tall, strong, athletic woman and that I couldn’t believe how much she had changed, she just laughed. Then she told me that her high school coach had been a national college wrestling champ in the 157 pound class. Because of his interest in the sport, he started teaching wrestling at the high school in preparation for starting to field a team. As part of Peggy’s conditioning program, the coach had included her in his wrestling classes along with two other girls. The other girls were small so it was difficult to match Peggy with a competitive opponent. She said that she wrestled a lot with the coach and was very frustrated because he flipped her around and pinned her so easily. That was at first. She said that now she was very competitive with the coach and proudly stated that she was able to pin him about half the time. She also confessed that she outweighed the coach by about 30 pounds and could bench press 300 pounds. I choked when she told me about the bench press. She said it in such a matter- of-fact manner and went on to say that in comparison the coach could only bench about 250. "Want a demonstration?", she asked mischievously. Chapter 2 Todd was unsure what she meant. Was she suggesting that we wrestle so she could show how good she was or was she going to demonstrate how strong she was? "How much do you weigh, Todd?" "About 160." Peggy laid down on the ground. "Let me show you what I can do," she said. "I’m really very strong." Todd didn’t need her to tell him that. She had just out muscled him on the basketball court and there was no question that her body looked very powerful. Everything about her was big. And the muscles showed, not like a bodybuilder exactly but more like a strong athletic person. Todd looked at Peggy’s arms as she raised them up and was reminded of arms on the Chicago Bull’s Dennis Rodman. To be sure, Rodman had ruined his looks with all the tattoos, but it left Todd wondering how Peggy would look standing next to the strong looking NBA guy. "Come and pin me down," she invited. Todd straddled Peggy and pinned her arms above her head. Peggy’s elbows were slightly bent. Peggy smiled up at Todd and urged him to get settled in whatever position best suited him. Todd had her wrists in his hands but his fingers fell far short of encircling them. He moved his position on her body until he was sitting just below her chest with her boobs squeezed a bit between his thighs. "Ready?" "Ready," Todd responded. Peggy began to move her arms toward a spread eagle position and then began to raise them. Todd knew he couldn’t stop her as she twisted her wrists free and wrapped those massive arms around his waist. As she did that she rolled over on top of Todd, controlling him easily. Somehow, Todd got his arms around her neck and tried to pull her head to his chest. Instead, Peggy raised her head and body, lifting Todd’s upper body off the ground as he continued to maintain the hold around her neck. And then she kept going. Bringing her legs into a squatting position, she put her arms around Todd’s waist and stood up. Todd’s feet now dangled four or five inches off the ground. "I’m going to let you go now but keep hanging onto my neck. I’m going to show you something that I do with one of the girls at school," Peggy directed. With that, she released her arms from around Todd’s waist and struck a double biceps pose. Todd continued to hold tightly around her neck. "I’m a tree," proclaimed Peggy with a little low double chuckle that Todd suddenly remembered as one of her mannerisms. "I’ll try not to move much at all, and I won’t help you. You must now try to climb up and sit on one of my shoulders." Todd was now beginning to really enjoy this little game. He was hugging Peggy tightly and because his arms were tiring and also because it seemed so natural he wrapped his legs around her waist. He was now becoming very excited sexually. With his arms around her shoulders he was pressing himself tight to Peggy’s big boobs. He was learning that her breasts were certainly the softest part of Peggy’s body, but even they weren’t all that soft. Maybe soft like an over stuffed cushion is soft. Without a word, Todd began to try to climb Peggy’s body as she had directed. Peggy did a good job of standing still and maintaining the double biceps pose, but she also helped some by shifting her legs and bending a knee just a little bit in anticipation of Todd’s need for a stepping position. Todd shifted about with increased skill and using Peggy’s thigh as a step managed to turn about and with one hand on her left shoulder and the other on her right flexed bicep, he pressed himself up and onto her right shoulder in a sitting position. "I did it! I didn’t think I could do it. This is great and you are fantastic!" Todd began babbling away with an excitement that was new even to him. "That you did," said Peggy. "You did just great!" With that, Peggy began to walk about with Todd balance quite comfortably on her shoulder. After about ten minutes of this portion of her strength display, she lifted Todd off her shoulder and placed him on his feet. Todd turned and smiled up at her as he caressed the biceps of those powerful arms. They stood and talked for a while in a loose embrace and then decided to go to the Party Bar that evening together. Peggy announced that she had just gotten her drivers license and asked if Todd would let her drive his Jeep to the bar. He smiled and said, "sure." FEEDBACK IS IMPORTANT - PLEASE LET ME HAVE YOURS