My Friend Jennifer
By M.C.
How my strong, tough and wonderful girlfriend changed my perspective on life


Hello out there. My name is Joan and I'd like to tell you about the day my
best friend Jennifer changed everything about how I thought about life.
Jennifer (or Jenny as I call her now) moved into the house across the street
from me about a year ago. Although as we were the same age and in many of the
same classes in school, we weren't really what you'd call friends as I had my
own clique that I hung around with and Jenny, being new in the neighborhood as
well as school, wasn't a part of. I wasn't snobby to her (or at least I didn't
think I was), but as a cheerleader, I also didn't go out of my way to include
her in my circle of friends; and then one day all that changed.

I was sitting on a bench just outside our school and crying when Jennifer just
happened to walk by. She saw me sitting there crying and sat down next to me.
"What's the matter Joan?" she asked.

"It's Greg, my boyfriend, or my ex- boyfriend I should say. He dumped me for
Karen because he said she was prettier than I was (both Karen and I are on the
cheerleading squad and Greg is the star quarterback of our high school's
football team). And when I got angry and yelled at him, he slapped me hard
across the face several times and told me to shut the fuck up. That bastard!"

Jennifer thought for a few moments before asking, "and where is Greg now
Joan?"

"He's in the weight room, working out with some of his teammates. Why do you
ask?"

"I think it's time I had a little 'talk' with this ex-boyfriend of yours Joan.
Nobody should be allowed to slap a girl around, even if they are the star of
the football team. Come, let's go and pay him a visit." I followed Jennifer to
the weight room and entered behind her, still perplexed about what she wanted
to do, and why; after all, like I said before we weren't really good friends
at the time.

When we entered the weight room we saw Greg and two of his teammates, Rick and
Rodger, working out together. All three of them were large, strong, tough
guys. Each one stood at least six feet tall and must have weighed between 220
and 240 pounds - to Jennifer's five foot-six inch 130 pound frame. So what the
hell was she planning to do? "You stay here Joan," she comely said to me and
pointed to one of the corners. "I'll handle this." And then my strange
neighbor bravely approached them. "Rick and Rodger," she said in a firm tone
of voice, "my issue here is only with Greg for slapping my friend Joan around.
So I'd stay out of this if I were you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Jennifer actually challenging three
of the strongest and toughest boys in our school to a fight? One single girl
was facing off against three guys who must have outweighed her by at least
five hundred pounds? But as strange as it seemed, Jennifer wasn't showing even
the slightest trace of fear as she confronted them. She was either very brave
or totally insane - or maybe both. But either way, from my vantage point the
outcome didn't look too good for her.

"What happened between Joan and me is none of your god damn business miss
whoever you are!" Greg barked with his usual arrogance as he starred down at
her. "What the hell business is it of yours anyway?"

"Joan is my neighbor and friend (actually, as I said before, I had never
considered Jennifer to be a friend of mine, just a girl who lived across the
street from me). And you slapped her around. So for that, you need to be
punished."

"And who's going to punish me?" Greg said and smirked at his friends, "You?
What are you going to do Bitch? Spank me?"

"Why what an excellent idea Greg. Thank you for suggesting it. Just give me a
moment to get ready." Jennifer put down her purse, opened it and took out a
pick ribbon. She fluffed up her long, beautiful brown hair before tying it
back into a ponytail. Then she took off her shoes, winked at me and put her
hands on her hips. "O.K. big boy," she said as she looked up at Greg, "it's
time to teach you some manners."

Wham! In the blink of an eye, Jennifer whorled around and landed a hard,
roundhouse kick to the side of Greg's face, stunning him and driving him
backwards. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! She then hit him with three strong punches to
his belly which forced him to keel over before - CRACK! - landing another hard
kick underneath his chin which sent him crashing to the floor. Stunned by what
they had just seen Jennifer do, Rick and Rodger began to move towards to her,
but she stopped them in their tracks with a cold stare. "I told you guys to
keep out of this!" Jennifer sternly said to them. "This is between Greg and
me; and I will not warn you again!"

Greg was on his feet now so Jennifer turned her attention back to him. WHAM!
POW! SMACK! CRACK! And with three more hard punches to his face and another
kick to his jaw she put our star quarterback back on the floor again. "Let's
get her Rick!" Rodger yelled. "I'm sure the three of us can take her. I mean
after all, she's just a girl." And so ignoring Jennifer's warnings, the two
large boys converged on her. Big mistake.

"I warned you boys twice to stay out of this didn't I?" Jennifer said as she
slammed her right fist deep into the pit of Rick's gut. "But you wouldn't
listen to me," she nailed Rodger with a lightning fast kick to his head. "So
now I'm going to teach you both a lesson too." And as I watched in awe, my
neighbor from across the street - a girl my size! - became a blur of punches
and kicks as she literally began to batter three of the toughest guys on our
high school football team all around the weight room.

But what was just as amazing was that as she moved from pounding one guy to
the next, Jennifer started a casual conversation with me as the fight was
going on! "You see Joan," POW! (she punched Greg hard in the face), "these
guys aren't so tough," WHACK! (then she gave Rick a solid kick to his head),
"at least not for a girl who has studied martial arts," THUMP! (Rodger got
smashed in the nose), for over fourteen years," CRACK! (Greg got yet another
hard kick to his already bruised face), "and holds black belts in both
Taekwondo and Kung-fu." SMACK! WHACK! PUNCH! CRACK!

And as I watched this amazing girl smash these three large, strong, tough
football players all over the place, (with her long, pretty ponytail swishing
around as she did so) I began to feel something strange happening inside of
me; something that I had never felt before. Something, well erotic. All my
life I've been attracted to strong, macho athletic guys like Greg and his
friends; I guess that's why I became a cheerleader in the first place. And yet
here - right before my eyes - all three of them were getting their ass kicked
(quite literally) by an 18 year-old high school girl no larger than I am; and
carrying on a conversation with me while doing so! Overwhelmed by what I was
witnessing Jennifer doing I suddenly found myself blurting out "Oh Jenny,
you're wonderful!"

By now Jennifer had already put Rick and Rodger down for the count (they were
both lying on their backs side-by-side and, judging by the looks of them, not
getting up anytime soon), and had Greg backed up against the wall. With her
left hand she had a firm grip on his sweatshirt and her right arm was cocked
back as she prepared to smash the now hapless football star in the face for
the umpteenth time. When she heard me say how wonderful she was Jennifer
paused, turned around and flashed me a pretty smile. "Thanks Joan, that really
means a lot to me," then she returned to bashing Greg. After a few more
punches Jennifer released her grip of his sweatshirt and he slumped to the
floor; battered like his two friends by a single girl!

Jennifer turned around and smiled at me again (I have to admit I had
butterflies in my tummy when she did this), bent down and grabbed one of
Greg's ankles in each hand and, seemingly without exerting herself to much,
dragged the six foot-four inch 230 pound football star over to where Rick and
Rodger were lying and placed him next to them. Then she put her right foot on
Greg's massive chest, flexed her muscles and winked at me. "Take some pictures
with your cell-phone Joan so we can look at them later," (It's amazing that I
hadn't thought of doing that earlier while the fight was going on - they would
have been truly awesome).

I must have taken at least twenty pictures of Jennifer in various posses with
the three badly beaten macho jocks like flexing her muscles while standing on
them, sitting on their faces and fluffing her long, pretty hair (as well as a
few others which I won't describe but you can use your imagination). After we
finished our 'photo session' my mighty new friend grabbed Greg firmly by his
hair and literally dragged him over the one of the weight room benches. She
then sat down and yanked Greg across her knees. "O.K. Greggie (nobody in
school ever dared to call him that), it's time for mommy to give you your
spanking you naughty boy." Jennifer then pulled down the training pants he was
wearing as well as his boxer shorts and, with her strong right hand, began to
whack his bare bottom with hard spanks while lecturing him about how she
expected him to behave from now on.

"You've been a naughty boy Greggie," SPANK! "And not just today," SPANK!, "but
for a long time," SPANK! "Well, those days are over," SPANK! "Because if I
ever hear of you abusing a girl again like you did to Joan today," SPANK!
"then the next beating and spanking that I give you," SPANK! "will be in front
of the entire school." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Understand?"

As I watched the incredible scene that was unfolding right before my eyes in
the weight room, I didn't just get aroused, I actually had an orgasm -
probably the best I ever had! For here was this amazing girl who lives right
across the street from me, having just beaten up three of the strongest,
toughest guys on the football team all by herself and was now spanking Greg
(who is arguably the strongest guy of all) to tears. I mean he was actually
starting to cry! Again I just had to say out loud, "Oh Jenny, you're awesome -
totally awesome!" And like before, she flashed me a pretty smile and said,
"Thanks again Joan. Perhaps we should explore this a little bit deeper - after
I've finished punishing this naughty ex-boyfriend of yours that is." Again I
started to get aroused.

When Jennifer finally decided that Greg had had enough she stopped spanking
him and let him cry for a minute or two. Then she ordered him to stand up.
After he had done so Jennifer grabbed him firmly by his sweatshirt, dragged
him over to where I was standing and forced him to get down on his knees. "Now
I want you to apologize to Joan for slapping her around and beg for her
forgiveness." When Greg hesitated Jennifer said, "Well, I guess this means you
want another spanking, doesn't it? How about I spank you in front of the whole
school?" With tears streaming down his face, the once mighty football star -
now reduced to nothing more than a pathetic crybaby - swallowed what was left
of his shattered pride and did what Jennifer ordered (I have to admit that,
despite his dumping and slapping me, I actually began to feel sorry for Greg
as I watched his total humiliation at the hands of this masterful girl, a girl
who was now forcing him to grovel at my feet; so I forgave him).

Jennifer then dragged the humiliated Greg over to Rick and Rodger (who were
still lying on their backs) and forced him to lie down next to them. As she
stood over the three battered jocks, Jennifer smiled, fluffed up her long,
pretty brown hair again and put her hands on her hips - like a conquering
Amazon warrior which, in a sense, I suppose she was. "Well, I hope you boys
learned your lesson here today. Treat girls with respect from now on. Because
if I ever hear of any of you mistreating a girl again, then the beating I just
gave you will seem like a game of patty cake compared to the next one you'll
get from me. And it will be in public too. Understand?"

Satisfied that her message was understood (indeed, how could it not be?)
Jennifer walked over to where I was standing, gently took me by the hand and,
in a soft, sweet voice, said, "Come Joan, let's walk home together. I believe
my work here is finished. And I think that it's time that you and I got to
know one another better (wink)." And so, hand-in-hand, my amazing new friend
and I left the weight room and began to walk home.

One Hour Later

Jenny and I were sitting on her bed and giggling like little girls. Her
parents were in Europe on vacation and, as she's an only child, we had the
house all to ourselves. All around the room there were trophies that she had
won in various martial arts competitions - many of them coming against men!
Jenny was sharing one of her favorite hobbies with me, reading from her vast
collection of Wonder Woman comic books. "Ever since I was a little girl I've
had a thing for Wonder Woman," she told me. "Sometimes I fantasize that I
really am Wonder Woman."

"Well you certainly were this afternoon in the weight room Jenny. I mean those
were three of the strongest, toughest guys on the football team. And you not
only mopped the floor with them, but you were casually carrying on a
conversation with me as you did so. So if you weren't Wonder Woman, you
certainly were Wonder Girl."

Jenny smiled, reached over and playfully pinched my cheek; then she got
serious. "I have a confession to make Joan." She paused before continuing.
"Although I have gone out with guys before, I am bisexual; and I think I
actually prefer female companionship. When guys find out just how good I am at
martial arts they just don't seem to be able to handle it. I guess their egos
get in the way. Before we moved here I was dating a nice guy named Joey. I
really liked him a lot. Then one day I saw that he was being pushed around by
Bill, the biggest and strongest boy in our school; a real bully if ever there
was one. So I intervened and told Bill to back off or else. And when he
laughed at me I beat him up. Joey watched the whole thing and our relationship
was never the same after that. I mean I protected him, right? But Joey's
fragile male ego wouldn't allow him to deal with having his girlfriend defend
him by beating up the toughest boy in school." Jenny sighed. "Shortly
afterwards we broke up. That's why when you said I was wonderful when I was
punching out Greg in the weight room earlier today I said 'Thanks', because it
really did mean a lot to me."

Without fully realizing it I leaned over and rested my head on Jenny's
shoulder and she put her arm around me. We sat there on her bed in silence for
several minutes before Jenny asked, "Joan, will you be my girlfriend? I'll
always protect you and promise never be abusive towards you like Greg was."

"Yes," I said. "Yes Jenny, I'll be your friend. I'll be the best friend you've
ever had."

Epilogue: Two Years Later

Jenny and I are sophomores at the university now. We're living together in an
apartment just off campus and I couldn't be happier. I've long since given up
cheerleading. Jenny is working her way through school by (what else?) teaching
women's self-defense classes as well as an advanced class for brown and black
belts only. I also began taking lessons from her and boy is she good. How she
can shatter bricks and boards with her hands and feet never ceases to amaze
me. From time to time I think back to that memorable afternoon when this
strong, tough and wonderful girlfriend of mine easily beat up the three
toughest boys in our high school because one of them slapped me. Jenny, what a
great friend to have!