My Greatest Rival  And Lover 
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Hi, my name's Jake Roller. Or as I am known in the MMA world, Jake "The Steam"
Roller. Until recently, I used to fight in the heavyweight division and my
record so far is of 23 victories and 11 defeats. So far so good. Right now I
stand 6' 3" tall and weigh 340 lbs.

But this story isn't about me. It's the story of how I met Amelia Wright and
she became my greatest rival in all matters concerning physical strength and
body skills and also my greatest lover. It all starts back when I was 17 years
old. I was going through high school and the gym around the block had just
caught my interest. I quickly became a regular member. Attending and training
every day. After a few months, I had gone from chubby to built. I loved
lifting. And the feeling of being strong. But I was about to discover an even
better sensation.

It had been four months since I started hitting the weights. I still remember
the first day she appeared by the gym. She came in wearing tight yoga pants
that closed tightly around her well shaped legs and a sweatshirt on top,
covering her torso. She was a gorgeous young woman, with long brown hair
locked into a ponytail. I noticed her immediately, but I was sitting on the
flat bench with one set of reps missing. I could talk to her after I was done.

I was doing four sets of twelve reps lifting 120 lbs. total. After I finally
put the bar back in its holders, I began stretching while still sitting on the
bench. And then I noticed her approaching. As she approached she removed her
sweat shirt and revealed her amazing physique. She was wearing a tight tank
top that exhibited her finely shaped muscles all over her body. Her abs almost
stood out from underneath her top. Her arms had not a single drop of fat on
them. Every single muscle lined out as if it had been traced with a sharpie.

"Are you still benching?" she asked while she stretched in front of me.

"No. Just finished." I replied with a smile. "You want me to spot you?"

"That's ok. If you want to continue your work-out, feel free to move on." she
replied as I moved away from the bench and she sat down.

"I'll stay and spot you. Should I take some weight off?"

"Nah, leave it. I'm a tough girl." she replied as she winked at me.

I was actually surprised at her guts just as much as I was surprised with her
muscles. It was a lot of weight. Clearly she wasn't new to lifting, but still
she came out a lot ballsier than I expected. I was actually intrigued at how
how she would handle the weight. And once again she fulfilled my expectations.
She completed the first set of repetitions without any sign of trouble or
effort. I still fulfilled my role as spotter and helped her place the bar in
its holders. Not that she needed the help anyway.

"Wow. You hardly needed my help there." I told her in all honesty and already
feeling a little aroused.

"I told you. I'm a tough girl. But I also get where you're coming from. I'm a
girl. I'm new at the gym. I want to lift as much as you do. So you are
concerned I'm pushing myself too hard. Nothing I haven't heard before. But
'for now I'm good. So let's keep going."

After saying that, she got back into position and began her second set. Her
arms had no trouble at all lifting the bar again and again. Her arms were
bulging with muscle. Getting buffer and harder with every rep. Her biceps,
triceps and shoulders that were clearly standing out before were now bulging,
pumped and about to burst. That was one of the things I loved so much about
pumping my own muscles. But with Amelia, it reached a whole new level. I was
getting aroused just watching her pump.

She was amazing. Once again, she finished her set barely breaking a sweat. Her
muscles, her even pace, her breathing, her gorgeous face as she frowned when
she lifted. Everything about her was a major turn on. Once she was done, she
sat on the bench and picked up our conversation.

"So, other than "tough girl", how should I call you?" I asked extending my
hand to her hoping she'd shake it. I was ready to give her my manliest
handshake ever. I figured hers wouldn't be very feminine.

"Amelia." she said as she shook my hand with a very firm grip. As I also
fought to keep a firm grip myself, we both smiled at each other as we noticed
that both of us were competing on our handshake.

"Jake. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Now I'm going to do my third set. We'll pick this up later, k?"

And just like that she was underway on her third set of reps. Once again, she
lifted that heavy bar with little signs of effort. Only during the last
repetitions she began putting on that rabid expression mixture of effort,
adrenaline and a little pain. And it was an expression that looked amazing on
her. One I certainly wanted to see more often. But after those last
repetitions, she was done, sitting on the bench and we were chatting again.

"Clearly you ARE a tough girl. How long have you been lifting?" I asked trying
to contain my excitement.

"So far, two years. Since I was fifteen."

"So you're seventeen? That's even more impressive. I'm also seventeen." I
added. At that moment I was looking to talk as much as possible, just as if it
were a date. That was because at least subconsciously I was wishing it were.

"Actually sixteen. Until next month at least." she replied. Then she said "Ok.
One more." And she got under the bench for another set.

On the last set, she continued to show some signs of effort. Still she was
impressive. Even I had to make an effort to complete my sets. This girl was
lifting the same as me and making similar effort.

"And you're done." I said as I helped her place the bar in its holders.

"Yes. Thanks. So what's the rest of your routine?" she asked me as she opened
her arms wide to stretch her chest.

"Well, I was going to do some more pecs, then some triceps and round it up
with some shoulder stuff." I said. "But if you need a spotter for any part of
your routine, I'm available." I offered, hoping I could continue admiring her
workout from a first row seat.

"Actually that's my routine too. Pecs, tris, and shoulders. So you go ahead
with yours. I'll follow. And we can spot each other." she replied. I could
barely contain my smile as she said this.

For the rest of our routines, we worked out side by side. With the same
weights her and me. I was an amazing experience. Working out next to a woman
who was clearly my equal in physical strength. It was exhilarating. It was
actually more like a date than a workout. A great date! And also a great
workout.

Not to mention that we got to chat in between sets of reps. She was new in
town because her step-father had just been transferred to work nearby. Her
birth parents were both olympic gold medallists in weightlifting. So clearly
her strength ran in her veins. I don't really know why, but that actually
became even more of a turn-on for me.

I also learned that she has always been proud of how strong she was and it had
shown since she was little. I learned that she had never lost an armwrestling
match against a boy or girl since kindergarten. Also that she was a national
wrestling champion with her high-school team. Her favorite wrestler was Beth
Phoenix. And other interesting information. She also learned stuff from me. My
life had been quite the opposite in fact. I had barely developed an interest
in bulking up a few months before. And a powerful interest in strong women
when I met Amelia. And we were really hitting it off.

After we were done in the gym we agreed to meet again after a quick shower and
go on a by-the-book date. Which we did. We went to a simple coffee shop around
the block. There we continued to exchange life stories and experiences. A high
point of the evening came when we started picking on each other regarding who
was actually stronger. I had my serious concerns she was really stronger than
me, but I couldn't let them show.

"Of course I'm stronger than you! I've been lifting for way longer than you
and both my parents were weightlifting champions!" she argued.

"And those are very good arguments for you to be incredibly strong. Which you
are." I replied.

"Thanks. You too."

"But I do believe my arms and legs look bigger. I must outweigh you by 40
pounds. And usually bigger muscles mean more strength." I replied as I flexed
my bicep in front of her.

"Your muscles may be bigger and you may outweigh me not by that much." she
replied as she slowly flexed her big and perfectly round bicep. "But bigger
isn't always stronger. We were both lifting the same in the gym. How do you
reply to that?"

"Well, I'm going to take a guess and say that I noticed you had a harder time
than me in the pecs and shoulder sets." I said as I doubted my own words.

"That may be true. Shoulders have been usually my weak spot. But you were
having a lot of trouble with the triceps. And I clearly kicked your ass in our
tricep routine." she replied laughing.

"Well, if you want we can agree to attend the gym at the same time everyday
and find out who outlifts the other." I said.

"Ooh. A challenge? I'm in!" she replied as she extended her hand towards me.

"Looking forward to it." I said as I shook her hand once again. And once
again, both of us began putting our strength into the handshake.

"You know what? This reminds me of one of my favorite movies." she said as we
both giggled at our second hand shaking contest.

"Which movie's that?"

"Predator. You up for some armwrestling?" she teased as she placed her
shoulder on the table challenging me to lock hands with her.

"Sure. But let's set something clear first." I said. "I recall that you've
never lost an armwrestling match so I'm not going to go easy on you."

"That's fine. I didn't want you to, either."

"And also, considering that men are at a logical and sociological disadvantage
when armwrestling women ... "

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Come on! Men are supposed to be stronger than women. When a woman challenges
a man to armwrestling, she has everything to gain and nothing to lose. But a
man is the opposite case." I explained. "So if I accept this challenge, you
owe me."

"Haha. Ok. Fine. I owe you." she said smiling. "Now lock up with me, come on!"

So I locked up with her. I could hardly contain my excitement. Both excitement
and nervousness. I was about to armwrestle a woman that turned me on as none
other before and who seemed to be just as strong as me. I had to win. One way
another.

After she gave the GO, I pushed her arm down with all my strength. But it
wasn't enough. She was very strong. Just as I expected. Her arm stopped very
close to the table. I couldn't push her down as fast as I wanted. We were both
using all our strength. I could tell because both our arms were shaking from
the effort and we were both putting on our "effort faces". I kept pushing as
hard as I could, but she was still able to hold my arm in the same position.
We kept struggling for seconds that seemed like minutes. Our arms shaking,
biceps bulging, faces turning red. What a rush it was. And we remained
struggling in that position until Amelia began tilting her body sideways and
began gaining an upper hand on me. Suddenly, I couldn't hold her back and she
overpowered me, forcing my hand to touch the table.

"Haha! Yes!" she cheered as she lifted both her arms in victory and flexed her
right bicep.

I was overwhelmed by two sensations then. Shame and excitement. And somehow,
the excitement became too much when she kissed her bicep. I climaxed. I came
right at that moment. I was aroused throughout most of the conversation and
the entire match. And that was the culmination of it all.

"Don't be sad, stud." she cooed as she caressed my sore bicep playfully.
"You're very strong. You almost had me at first, but clearly I'm a better
armwrestler than you."

"Yeah, I noticed that. I didn't know we were allowed to use all of our body
weight on the match." I said as I tried to pick up what dignity I had left.

"Hmm. Of course you can. It's not just arm strength." she added. "Still if it
were only arm strength, I think I would've beaten you as well."

"Well, we'll see about that." I replied with a light smirk. "Because you owe
me now. And I plan on collecting." I teased.

"Ok, let's hear your terms. But remember. If I don't like them, I can kick
your ass." She replied as she leaned backwards and crossed her arms in front
of her chest.

"You have to teach me how to armwrestle. And practice with me. Until I can
beat you." I said as I leaned across the table in a decisive tone.

"Sure. That 's fine. I'll be teaching you armwrestling forever then. Hehe."
she said as she giggled. "And I gotta say that you surprised me. When you
leaned over the table, I thought you were going to make some stupid demands
from me."

I knew what she was talking about. She was expecting me to ask her for a kiss,
or even take her to bed. With what I know now, she would likely have agreed to
both. But back then, she was the most amazing woman in the history of the
world, so I wasn't going to risk it. I had another plan in motion.

"Not at all. I don't make stupid demands. I just act stupid." I said smirking.
As soon as I was done with that sentence, I stretched my hand, grabbed her
chin, pulled her towards me and landed a nice, long, deep kiss on her.

She played along at first. She kissed me back. Back then, before that I had
only kissed a few girls, but none that blew my mind like her. And this amazing
girl, soon pushed me back and stopped kissing me. She then grabbed me by my
chin, leaned closer and said "I told you not to mess with a woman that can
kick your ass. You have to let the woman lead the way.". She then planted
another kiss on me. This one deeper. More passionate.

We were still at the table but as we wanted to feel and caress each other, we
had to stand up. Which we did immediately. We couldn't keep our hands off each
other. Her hands scouting every inch of my body. Feeling carefully my every
muscle. It felt incredible. But what was more incredible, was feeling her
muscles. So hard, with such soft skin. So beautifully shaped. We were in a
public space so I held myself back from feeling her ass and chest, but I so
wanted to.

We made out for a while and called it a night. After that night, we would meet
constantly at the gym. We always lifted the same weights. And normally I think
I had it easier, except when it came to legs. She bested me at every turn. At
some moments, I even thought that she didn't increase her weights just so I
could keep up. At a certain level we both did, since we both discussed it in
advance before increasing our weight load. She was my first girlfriend ever
and so far the best I ever had. We shared our biggest passions. Pumping
weights and then pumping each other.

I will never forget our foreplay sessions. We would wrestle, armwrestle,
struggle to dominate each other. It was the greatest rush before the greatest
sex. I'll never forget our first time. It was also the first time we wrestled
each other. We had been dating for a month and had gone to this motel. Got a
room for us. raised the bed against the wall to make room. We stripped down to
our underwear. She was wearing sports bra and tights and I was wearing a tight
boxer short. We posed in front of each other. We flexed and showed off our
muscles. Our muscles were getting bigger and stronger every day. Ame's biceps
were bulging and standing out even more than before. Her back was considerably
broader and her legs were thicker and stronger. Her legs were the part of her
body I respected the most, the only muscles I knew 100% certainly were much
more powerful than mine.

"You think you can take me?" Ame teased me. "I was a national wrestling
champion last year and I wasn't this strong."

"I will certainly do my best." I replied. "I will use all the power in these
arms and these legs to contain you and hold you down till you have no chance
but to submit to me."

"Ooh! You're a man. You're big and strong. Well, I'm a big and strong woman
and you don't scare me. So let's compare our power. Enough talk. Bring it on!"

After the trashtalk, we got into our wrestling stances and it was on!

We locked arms and shoulders and began struggling. I was trying hard to push
her back but I couldn't move her. She stood her ground. I wasn't sure if she
was also trying to push or just hold her own to test me. It was both
exhilarating and frustrating not being able to move her. I considered this as
another way of testing strength and truth be told, her being my equal was a
huge turn-on, but her being my superior was a huge turn-on but also a big
issue for me. I was forgetting that technique was more defining that strength
when it came to wrestling. And this was something that Amelia would keep
reminding me at every turn.

With a swift shift of her body weight, she tossed me aside and to the floor.
She then jumped on top of my back, grabbed my arms and pulled them backwards.
I felt the painful stretch, followed by Amelia's laughter. "Haha. Hurts,
doesn't it?" she said. And as she kept stretching my arms, my torso was lifted
off the floor. In another quick maneuver, she wrapped her legs around my waist
and began squeezing. "This is going to hurt more." she teased as she squeezed
me between her powerful legs.

"Now that I've got you in this hold, there's no escape." she said. "And I will
begin squeezing you harder and harder until you submit."

I was at a crossroads back then. I had to break loose somehow, but I couldn't.
My arms, my strongest limbs and main weapons, were immobilized in an
uncomfortable position by arms just as strong, possibly stronger. My legs were
trapped against the floor. My abs were being squeezed by super strong legs,
interlocked at the feet. Even if there was no escape of that hold, I had to
endure as much as possible. Be a man. And stand up to this woman. But as the
pressure of her thighs against my abs and rib cage became stronger and
stronger, I had to yield before she got carried away and broke me for real. Up
until that moment I had no real idea of her leg power. This was my first taste
of it.

"Stop! I give!" I yelled.

"You give? You just give?!" she came back. "I wanna hear you say SUBMIT! Say
you submit!"

"Alright, I submit! I submit!"

And just like that, it was over. She released me from her hold. I rubbed my
aching arms and aching waist as she enjoyed her victory and posed before me.
Raising her arms, flexing her biceps, showing off her thighs. I clapped
eventually, recognising her superiority on this. She had truly beaten me in
only move. She was a strong and skillful wrestler. I was just strong.

"So which of my mighty muscles defeated you?" she asked. "Was it the strength
of my arms pulling yours?" she added as she flexed again. "Or was it my
powerful scissors that overwhelmed you?" she said as she put her right leg
forward, exposing her thigh muscles.

"Honestly, my arms and chest could've withstood your hold a bit longer. It was
most definitely your scissor." I said smiling.

"I thought so. Then kiss my powerful thighs." she said raising her eyebrows.

I kissed her thighs. And I enjoyed it. I then started moving up Amelia's body.
I kissed her hips, her waist, her abs. She then placed her hands on the sides
of my head as I continued kissing her. As I was moving up her six pack, she
suddenly pulled me back on my feet. Back on my feet and face to face. She
kissed me and then pushed me away.

"Round 2." she said as she got back into her wrestling stance. "Come get me!".

And so we began our second round. I went for another armlock with her, but she
got behind me. Caught me in a full nelson. Once again I was at the mercy of
her superior skills. I struggled but I couldn't break myself loose. She held
me really tight. So tight she even arched her back and lifted me off the floor
a couple of times to tease me. I was starting to get frustrated. I finally had
an idea of how to get out of the hold. I thrusted my entire body and weight
forward as if I wanted to roll on the floor. I succeeded in lifting Amelia's
feet off the floor, but she was quick to react and rolled with me as well. So
now we were both on the floor, but she still had me in the full nelson.

"Nice move! But that's not gonna be enough." she whispered into my ear. "Come
on! I thought you had more in you!"

I kept trying to close my arms together and break her hold, but it was
impossible. Her strength and positioning were more than enough to keep my arms
from coming together. And to top that off, she once again, wrapped her legs
around my waist and trapped me in another one of her deadly and literally
breath-taking scissors. Once again, I was feeling her powerful squeeze.

"You never learn, do you?" she said laughing. "Now I got you again. So what
will you do? Will you just submit again?"

I wasn't going to let happen again. I needed to redeem myself. So I pulled
myself together and I got on "four legs", with Amelia still holding me tight.
She was now on top of me in a "piggy-back riding" position. And still
squeezing hard and swinging from side to side, trying to destabilize me. But
still, I was able remain in that position until I was able to fully stand up.
And I did, with Amelia still clinging to me with a nelson and scissors hold.

"Now it's your turn to submit!" I told her. "Either you submit or I jump and
fall backwards. If I land on top of you, you'll be seriously harmed."

"Really? We've gone that far? If I don't submit, you'll go out for blood?" she
replied in a slightly offended tone.

"Hey, I said I wasn't going to hold back." I started saying, but then I
realized that her hold on me suddenly felt a little loose. Like she stopped
pressing in on me. So I continued to distract her by talking. "And I will keep
my promise. I'm going all out on you. And you should go all out on me."

As I said that, I was able to reach her ankles with my hands. I grabbed them
and applied pressure with my fingers right on her ankle joints and she
released her scissors. Immediately after, I swung her to the floor once again
and this time I was able to break free. We both took distance and stood up
again ready to continue the bout.

"You know what?" she interrupted as she assumed a more relaxed stance. "You're
right. We should recognize when we are defeated. You had me there. So I'll
concede the second round to you."

"You concede the round? I wanna hear you submit." I replied.

"Sorry but no way." she replied. "Either I let you have this round and you
enjoy it, or we keep going. What do you say?"

"I'll ask you to come and kiss my mighty arms that were able to break your
inescapable hold." I said in my manliest voice as I flexed my biceps.

I wasn't sure if she'd agree but she approached and kissed my biceps. Then
slowly moved towards my shoulders. Then my neck as she caressed playfully my
chest. Once again we were face to face kissing passionately. It felt so great.
To connect with a woman on so many levels. Something completely new to me.
Finally she pulled her mouth away from mine and gave me a wicked look.

"Round three?" I asked shyly.

"The last one." she replied. "And I promise to try to finish you quickly. I
want to end this quickly, so I can move on to the after-fight celebrations."

I tried to grab her, but she was quicker. She tackled me at the waist level.
But it was no ordinary tackle. In the same movement, she lifted me off my feet
and slammed me against the floor. She then jumped on top of me and held me by
my arms and legs. She was trying to trap me under a schoolgirl pin, but I kept
on struggling and twisting from side to side. After some very rough struggles,
I was able to push her aside. I tried to get on top of her, but once again,
she tackled me, lifted me and flipped me over. It was amazing just how easy
she did that. I outweighed her by a lot, but she just flipped me over like I
was half my weight.

"Wow, you are a fighter." she said as she got on top of me again.

Once again, after putting all my power into my struggle, I pushed Amelia aside
and succeeded in getting on top of her. But it was short lived, because after
she struggled for a while, she pushed me aside with a powerful hip thrust. At
that moment, when she had me on my back, she got on top of me again, twisted
my arms behind my back, as if she was cuffing me and wrapped her legs around
mine. And no matter how much or in what ways I struggled and twisted and
shaked, I could not get out of that hold. She had beaten me.

"Ok. I submit." I said as I accepted defeat.

"Good. That means I win." she cooed seductively.

She stood up and extended her hand for me to stand up as well. In front of me,
she flexed her muscles again. She stretched and posed and after she was done,
she removed her bra and tossed it right at my face. Her breasts looked
amazing. The best I had ever seen. Round and perky on top of a solid muscle
base. I grabbed the edge of my underpants to take them off, but she grabbed my
hands and stopped me. She placed my hands on top of her breasts so I could
feel them. As I was feeling her breasts, she started making them bounce by
bouncing her pec muscles. We both laughed.

"I think my muscles are sore after such a hard fought battle." she said. "I
could use some relaxing."

I immediately placed the bed in its rightful place at the center of the room.
Once the bed was in place, I turned towards Amelia and she winked at me. She
wrapped her arms around me and threw herself on the bed, taking me down with
her. On the bed, I was on top of her and we were kissing passionately.

"Come on. I won. So you give me my prize now." she said as she pulled my head
towards her breasts.

I started kissing her breasts. Then my kisses turned to small bites. My hands
were all over her body. And hers were all over mine. From the sides of her
steel hard abs to her thick, muscular legs. Feeling her body was something
incredible. Her finely shaped muscles covered by such soft skin drove me nuts.
As I rubbed myself against her, I would taunt her with my fully stiff cock
against her pussy. She moaned as she felt my cock rubbing against her and she
grabbed and rubbed her own breasts to turn her on even more.

Then she stretched her arms towards my boxer shorts and started pulling them
down. I stepped back and away from her. As I stepped away, I pulled off her
panties. She kept glaring at me with lust as I finished removing my underpants
and were both completely naked. Amelia was waiting for me on the bed and I was
there, standing up, with my cock harder than ever, pointing at her. So I just
flexed my muscles before getting into action and said "Are you ready for
this?". To which, she just sat on the bed, with her muscular legs wide open
and replied "I'm yours if you dare to come and claim me.".

I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her till she was on her back once
more. Then, I rammed my cock into her. I knew she was on the pill, so I wasn't
scared of anything. I held her arms down with mine and started battering her
pussy with my ready-to-burst cock. As I grabbed her arms as if I was in
control, she still managed to flex her biceps, which turned me on even more.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" she kept repeating.

"I'm gonna fuck you till I'm out of breath!" I replied.

"Like this! Yes! Ravage me! I love it!" she yelled as I kept pushing my cock
harder and deeper into her.

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