The Mighty Minerva
by M.C.
Minerva: The Roman Goddess of Wisdom and Warriors


Chapter One: The Driving Contest

It was nearly nine o'clock and the Wendesday evening long-ball hitting contest
held at the local driving range during the summer was just about over. Despite
having one of the best drives in my life - a 285 yard shot nearly dead center
- I still trailed Bill Simmons by some twenty feet. Though it looked like I
had a lock on second place, which would have been my best finish ever, I was
disappointed because what I really wanted to do was beat Bill at least once
during the summer and this appeared to be my best chance. I consider myself to
be a very good athlete. I'm the left fielder on my high school baseball team
(I batted .310 and drove in a team-high 35 runs last season), a better than
average tennis player as well as a pretty good golfer and bowler. But I've
never been able to beat Bill - the heavyweight wrestler in my high school as
well as it's best all-round athlete - in anything.

In addition to him being a great athlete though, Bill is also a pompous and
conceited snob and only in his circle of jocks does he have any friends. But
unfortunately, the truth is that despite his personality I'm jealous of him.
Not only because of his fantastic athletic skills, but also because he always
seems to date the prettiest girls in school. I'm envious of Bill and because
of that it would have been nice to beat him tonight.

"Is there anyone else who would like to compete in the driving contest this
evening?" the organizer of the event asked the large crowd that had gathered
to watch (since it was an open event, anyone who wanted to participate was
allowed to enter).

"I would," a loud female voice from directly behind me called out."I would
like to participate sir."

"Very well then young lady," the announcer replied."Grab yourself a driver,
step up to the tee and give it your best shot."

"Please excuse me handsome," the rather large and very attractive, long-haired
brunette said as she gently nudged her way past me. After she did so, she
turned around, smiled and said,"wish me luck Randy." It was then that I
recognised who she was. She was from the new family that had just moved into
the house across the street. But I hadn't even spoken to her yet; how the hell
she know my name?

I watched as the athletic looking girl took a golf ball from the bucket and
placed it onto the tee. According to the rules of the contest, she would have
three opportunities to drive and only the furthest one counted. She took
several practice swings (rather graceful and powerful swings I couldn't help
but notice), then addressed the ball. Although she looked like she could
really hit, I felt my 285 yards were easily out of her reach - she was, after
all, a girl - and Bill's drive of over 300 yards was certainly safe. Still, it
would be interesting to see what my new neighbor could do.

She drew back her golf club, paused for a moment, and then - WHACK! - sent the
ball straight down the fairway; for 275 yards! After watching it roll to a
stop, she sighed, shrugged her large shoulders and casually said,"well, I
guess that'll do for starters." She placed her second ball on the tee and
removed her sweatsuit. A murmur was heard throughout the crowd as they gazed
upon her surprisingly well developed biceps and powerful thighs; this girl
obviously spent a lot of time in the weightroom. Although she stood only about
five and a half feet tall (five feet seven I found out later), she suddenly
appeared to be much larger. After taking a few more practice swings, the
muscular girl knocked out another drive which - amazingly - went even farther
than the first!

My heart sank as I watched her ball clear the 280 yard marker and roll past
mine - stopping about ten feet shy of Bill's. "Gee, I'm sorry about that
Randy," she said with a frown,"but it's survival of the fittest you know. Now
let's see if I can top your friend's drive." When she placed her third and
final ball on the tee and took her stance, the entire driving range suddenly
became very quiet. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched. Bill
Simmons had won all five of the contests he had entered during the summer and
his ball lay a few feet beyond the 300 yard sign. There aren't too many
non-professional golfers who can drive a ball that far, let alone a teen- age
girl. As she prepared to hit her last shot, the extremely well built girl
calmly tossed her long, pretty brown ponytail back behind her, looked over at
me and winked...and then - WHAM!

All the spectators stared in stunned silence as we watched her drive sail
directly over the 290 yard sign, bounce a few times and then begin to roll,
coming to rest a good ten feet beyond Bill's ball. "YES!" she yelled and
pumped her right fist in the air. The crowd began to cheer; most of whom, like
me, found Bill to be an obnoxious, conceited boor. (I couldn't help but be
amused by the disgusted look Bill had on his face. I guess that since I
couldn't beat this super-jock myself, I could at least get a vicarious
satisfaction in watching somebody else beat him. Who would have expected it to
be a pretty girl though).

After the cheering died down, the announcer's voice called out over the loud
speaker,"would the top three drivers of this evening's event please come
forward and accept your trophys." Coming in third, I received mine first,
followed by Bill and then..."and your name young lady is?" the official asked.

"Minerva, Minerva Walker; I'm new here." After she accepted her first place
trophy, my new neighbor turned to me and held out her hand. "Congratulations
Randy," she said as she shook mine (I was amazed at the strength of her grip).
Then she kissed me on the cheek and I felt a shiver go down my spine. But when
Minerva tried to shake Bill's hand...

"No way babe!" he growled at her."You just got in a lucky shot, that's all."

She looked up at him and, after an awkward moment of silence, said,"is that
what you think Bill?" Another tense moment passed before the attractive
brunette added,"you wouldn't want to test that theory of yours out over 18
holes on the golf course would you? Say like tomorrow afternoon. I just happen
to have a three o'clock tee off time...and I'll even give you the first place
thophy I just won if you manage to beat me. But if I win, you have to
apologise to me for what you just said. Deal?"

"It's a deal," he said gruffly,"three o'clock it is."

"See you then big boy (Bill stood six feet-three inches tall and weighed
around 230 well proportioned pounds, so when the smaller girl called him big,
she wasn't teasing). And Randy will play with us, he'll be the witness."

"That's fine by me," Bill said as he stormed off.

Minerva watched him go for a moment, then turned to me and smiled. I felt her
strong right hand grab my left. "Come handsome new neighbor of mine, let's
walk home together. I think it's time you and I got better acquainted."

Chapter Two: The Walk Home

Although we lived less than a mile from the driving range, neither one of us
seemed to be in any hurry to get home. Hand-in-hand we walked slowly, talking
as we went. "I can't believe you beat Bill in the driving contest Minerva; he
almost never loses...at anything!"

"Is that so," she replied and added with a grin,"then wait until tomorrow
afternoon and you can watch him lose again...when I kick his pompous ass on
the golf course."

"But Bill is an eight handicap golfer Minerva, what's your handicap?"

She squeezed my hand a little bit tighter and grinned,"four, and that's when I
use the men's tees."

"Four? You can drive a golf ball over 300 yards and have a four handicap?"

"Yes, but that's only because I don't have more time to devote to golf; I have
other interests too you know."

"What else can you do?"

My question was met with a cryptic smile and a tighter squeeze on my hand (boy
is this girl strong). "I suppose that as our relationship matures you'll find
out Randy," was all she said.

"Why are you coming on so strong to me Minerva?" I asked (both literally as
well as figuratively).

The pretty brunette paused for a few moments before answering. "As you know
I'm new here. When my father got promoted to be an executive in his firm, my
parents decided to move across the city in order to be closer to the
headquarters of his company. Since we moved in, I've seen you several times
and, to be quite honest, I happen to find you very attractive. I'm not shy
about things like this Randy. When I see something I want, I go after it...and
I almost always get what I'm after (wink). And there's another reason. When
the new school year begins next Monday I won't know anybody at all. High
schools can be a very lonely place if you don't have any friends. Therefore,
I'd like to have least one friend when I start, and I'd like that friend to be
you."

"How did you know my name Minerva? And who told you about the driving contest
tonight?"

"Your mother came over to our house yesterday afternoon to welcome us into the
neighborhood; I guess you weren't home at the time. When my parents introduced
me to her, she said that she also had a 17 year-old named Randy. In fact, your
mom even suggested that I come over for dinner so we could meet...but I much
prefer to do these kind of things *my way*. I was putting away my golf clubs
at the time and your mother mentioned that you also like to play golf and
usually participate in the long-ball hitting contest on Wendesday evenings
during the summer. So I thought that would be a good place to 'break the
ice'."

"But you shouldn't have piss off Bill that way."

"I didn't piss him off Randy, I just beat him in the driving contest. If he's
pissed off about that then that's his problem, isn't it?"

"I suppose you're right about that. But you also challenged him to golf match
tomorrow."

"That's because he was being a macho ass hole and a sore loser. He refused to
shake my hand when we got our thophies and said that I beat him with a lucky
shot. Hell Randy, I wasn't even warmed up. (I felt another shiver go down my
spine when she said this. A 315 yard drive and she wasn't even warmed up! Who
the hell is this? Wonder Woman?) Challenging him to a match was the only way I
could think of to respond to his chauvanistic insult; I have my pride too you
know. And, to be honest, I rather like taking guys like him down a notch. But
as I said before Randy, the only reason I entered the contest this evening was
to meet you."

"So what are you going to do tomorrow?"

I watched as what could only be described as an evil smile began to spread
across her beautiful face. "You'll see honey. I put in for a three o'clock
tee-off time in the first place because I thought you and I would play a
friendly round of golf. We still will, but with an added *attraction*. From
the cheers of the spectators when I beat him, I gather that Bill isn't exactly
the most beloved of people, is he?"

"That's actually something of an understatement Minerva. Most people think
Bill's an arrogant, conceited jock and can't stand him. But unfortunately, he
also happens to be the best athlete in our entire school. In fact I've rarely
seen him beaten in anything...until tonight that is."

I felt Minerva's vice-like grip on my hand get even tighter and heard her
giggle."Well then, you'd better get used to it honeybunch, because your *King*
will not be sitting on his throne for too much longer...the *Queen* has
arrived (wink)."

We reached our street and I walked Minerva to her door. Before we parted, my
new friend put her amazingly strong arms around my waist and drew me towards
her. "Thanks for walking me home tonight Randy," she said as she squeezed me
tightly into her rock-solid body."I have the feeling that this is going to be
the start of a beautiful relationship." We held each other for another minute
before she broke off the embrace. "I have some things to do before our golf
date tomorrow, so I'll just see you at the course O.K.?"

"Yes Minerva, that'll be fine." I watched as she entered her home, then slowly
walked across the street to mine.

Chapter Three: The Golf Match

When I arrived at the parking lot of the golf course, I saw Bill at the
driving range hitting balls with Roger Stevens, a teammate of his on the
wrestling team; but there was no sign of Minerva. Was it all a hoax? I mean I
really don't know her at all, do I? Maybe this was just her idea of a joke.
But since it was only 2:45, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. I
took my golf clubs out of the trunk and started walking over to the starters
table. Just then a vintage, blue Ford Mustang pulled up next to me (I had seen
that car parked in the garage of Minerva's home) and a familiar face smiled at
me from the open window.

"Be with you in a jiffy Randy, just as soon as I change my clothes." As
Minerva open the car door and got out, I noticed something rather unusual
about her...she was dressed in a karate gi, and the color of her belt was
black! "What'cha staring at Randy?" she asked with a knowing grin.

"You...you're a black belt?"

"Why yes I am Randy, a second degree black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do to be precise.
I was at my dojo until just a few minutes ago." She began to remove the gi,
revealing - once again - her extremely well sculpted, athletic body.

"So you practiced martial arts all day and now you're going to play eighteen
holes of golf?"

"Actually I was teaching martial arts. I'm one of the senior instructors at
the dojo and teach several classes there a week."

"But you're only seventeen years old Minerva. How can you be a senior
instructor?"

Dressed short pants and a Yankee jersey now, the powerfully built girl reached
over and playfully pinched my cheek. "Oh Randy," she giggled,"you have a lot
to learn about me, and I'm going to enjoy teaching you. Now, how about we play
a little golf? I see that Bill brought a friend along and they're already
waiting for us at the starter's table." We picked up our golf bags and walked
over to them.

WHACK! It didn't take Minerva long to prove that her victory in last night's
driving contest was no fluke as she sent her first drive from the men's tee a
good 280 yards straight down the middle of the fairway - and a good ten feet
further then either Bill or Roger could manage. Sadly, I came in fourth with
about a 250 yard effort. "That's not bad for your first drive of the day
Randy," Minerva said as we walked to where our balls were.

Against my better judgement, Minerva wanted to play with me as a twosome
against Bill and Roger; this in addition to her private bet with Bill. As both
of them were better golfers than me, I didn't think this was such a good idea.
"Oh come on Randy," she said," it'll be fun; and it'll add some excitement to
the game." So reluctantly I agreed.

Amazingly, after we finished the front nine we were even with them, but not
thanks to me. Minerva held a two shot lead over Bill in their head-to-head
encounter with Roger a stroke behind Bill. And guess who was bringing up the
rear, three shots behind Roger? "Please don't be discouraged by your game
Randy," my partner said as we waited for the foresome in front of us to finish
putting on the par three tenth hole.

"Why shouldn't I be discouraged Minerva? You're carrying me here. If it wasn't
for me you'd be kicking their asses but good."

I felt her strong right hand grab me firmly by the shoulder. "Randy," she
whispered," it's not about winning; believe me, it isn't. I really don't give
a damn about that. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself, that's all I want you
to do. And if you do that, I can pretty much guarentee that your game will
improve. And please don't worry about Bill and Roger either; I'll handle them
(wink)."

"Very well Minerva, I'll try."

"Good!" She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Now let's go and kick
some ass!"

Whatever it was she did to me, it seemed to work. Because for the next nine
holes I played some of the best golf of my life; maybe *the* best. I actually
beat Bill in two holes, tied him in four others and managed to tie Roger with
a great 25 foot putt on the 18th green. Minerva put her game into high gear
also and finished one under par, a full seven shots ahead of Bill (meaning as
a team Minerva and I won by seven); a royal ass whipping in my book.

"Congratulations Randy," Minerva said as she put her powerful arms around me.
I was then on the receiving end of what was undoubtably the strongest hug of
my life (it was more like a python squeeze actually). "See what happens when
you relax and enjoy yourself. Did you have fun?"

"Yes I did Minerva. In fact I think this was the most enjoyable round of golf
I've ever played in my life!"

Not surprisingly, Bill didn't feel the same way. He refused to shake Minerva's
hand after the match, nor did he apologise to her as they had agreed he'd do
if he lost (Roger, on the other hand, did shake her hand, and mine too - I
guess male egos come in all shapes and sizes). Perhaps Minerva should have
just let it go at this point as it was obvious that Bill knew she'd beaten
soundly. But for whatever reason, she wanted her apology and was determined to
get it.

"I'll tell you what Bill," she said as we were all walking out to the parking
lot,"why don't you pick a sport - any sport at all - and I'll beat you at it."

"Any sport?"

"Yes Bill, any sport." She pause and thought for a few seconds, then added,
"in fact I'll make it even easier for you. You can pick any *two* sports, and
I'll beat you at both. And after I do I want my apology."

"Did you say any two sports?"

"That's right Bill, you heard me correctly; any TWO sports."

Bill looked over at Roger and smiled. "Very well then, how about bowling?"

"Bowling it is. When and where shall we meet?"

"We'll meet in the bowling alley at the West Town Mall. Say around six this
evening?"

"Six it is then. Randy and I will be there...won't we Randy?"

I nodded. As Minerva and I watched them drive off, I turned to her and said,"
that may not have been a very smart move on your part."

"Why not?"

"Because Bill is one of the best bowlers in our winter bowling league. His
average is somewhere around 190."

Once again I saw that cryptic smile spread across Minerva's beautiful
face."190? Well then I guess I'd better start shaking in my little booties,
right Randy?"

"I'm just saying that Bill's a teriffic athlete Minerva, and you're
challenging him at his strengths."

"His strengths? You mean like golf? (smirk)"

"Well...yes, I guess golf was one of his strengths."

"And how many strokes did I beat him by?"

"Seven."

Minerva thought for a minute in silence, then said,"let's sit down on that
bench over there Randy, you and I need to have a talk." After we sat down, she
looked at me and asked, "you admire Bill, don't you Randy?"

"Well...yes, I guess I do."

"Is it because you think he's such a great athlete?"

"I suppose that's the reason."

"Tell me this Randy, is Bill a warm, friendly, compassionate person?"

"No, I wouldn't call him that; in fact I doubt very many people would."

"Is he a pompous, arrogant, conceited, macho, S.O.B. who thinks the sun rises
and sets with him?"

"I guess you could say that."

"And is that why everyone at the driving range cheered when I beat him last
night? Is it because they wanted to see someone take him down?"

"I guess that's probably the reason they all cheered when you beat him."

Minerva smiled at me and gently took my hand. "Randy, I have nothing against
Bill personally. But he's the kind of macho, conceited chauvanistic ass-hole
that I've always despised. They think they're the kings of the world, but in
reality they're just a bunch of arrogant bullies. Bill owes me an apology, and
I'm going to get it. And even if I have to beat him in every sport he knows,
I'm going to get it. Call it female pride if you like, but he will apologise
to me. I just hope that whatever I do to him doesn't adversely affect the
relationship between you and me."

"What do you mean by that Minerva?"

"Simply this. If I take this hero of yours down, destroy him in front of your
eyes as I may have to do, I don't want you to feel...well, intimidated by me."

"Intimidated?"

"Yes, intimidated. You said that he's the best athlete in your entire school
right? And you admire him for that. If I destroy him, would you and I still be
friends? Or would you be so intimidated by the fact that me, a girl, destroyed
your idol that you wouldn't want to be with me anymore?"

I thought about her question for quite some time as it went right to the heart
of what male egos are all about. I may not like Bill, but he's the kind of
strong, tough, macho guy that I've always looked up to. If this beautiful girl
that I've known for less than a day can *destroy* him, how would I feel about
her? Could I be with a girl who is a much better athlete than the great Bill
Simmons (not to mention yours truely)? Would I find being with such a
supergirl intimidating?

The more I thought about it though, the more I felt the reverse was actually
true. Watching her beat Bill in last night's driving contest and kicking his
butt on the golf course today (not to mention the fact that she's a second
degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and can probably shatter bricks with her
hands and feet) gave me a sensation I've never felt before. It was...well, an
*erotic* sensation. I found Minerva extremely sexy *because* she's such a
strong girl and a great athlete.

It took me awhile to get up the courage to say what I wanted to, but finally
it came out. "Minerva, even though I've only known you for a day, I think
you're an incredible girl; totally awesome! So whatever you feel you have to
do to Bill, it won't have any effect on our relationship."

For the second time that afternoon I felt her muscular arms wrap around my
waist and squeeze me into her rock-solid body - only this time it was
accompanied by a kiss; a strong kiss in the mouth. When she released me from
her grip, I literally had to gasp for air. "Sorry about that honey," she
giggled," I guess I'll have to be a bit more gentle with you; tee, hee, hee."
(Gentle? I'm six feet tall and weigh 200 pounds to her five-foot seven and
150. Where does this girl get her strength?) "Weight lifting," the strong
brunette said as if she read my mind. "It comes from weight lifting." To
emphasize her point, Minerva flexed her biceps for me. "Sixteen inches," she
said proudly,"and my thighs measure twenty-four. You definiately don't want to
get caught in between them Randy...or perhaps, maybe you do (smirk)."

Sixteen inch biceps? Twenty-four inch thighs? A second degree black belt in
Tae Kwon Do? Plays a sub-par round of golf and can drive a ball over 300
yards? What else can Minerva do? That, I had a feeling, I would find out at
the bowling alley.

Chapter Four: The Bowling Match

Minerva and I arrived at the bowling alley together around a quarter to six,
she insisted on driving me in her Mustang. Not surprisingly, she had her own
bright pink, custom bowling ball, specially fitted to her fingers. We got our
lane, sat down and began putting on our bowling shoes. "So you bowl here
regularly Randy?"

"Yes, I participate in the winter league. Last season my team finished in
second place; we lost to Bill and Roger's team in the final."

"And what's your bowling average?"

"Around 170, give or take."

"That's not too bad. Is there an opening on your team for the next season?
Perhaps I'll join."

"I think there might be. I can find out for you."

"Please do Randy, I'd like that."

"What's your average Minerva?"

"Well, with all my attention devoted to martial arts lately, I really haven't
bowled regularly in quite some time. But when I did, it was around 200."

"200!"

"Yes. But as I said I really haven't bowled in awhile, so I may not be in top
form tonight." Our conversation was cut short by the arrival of Bill and
Roger. Minerva greeted them both with a smile."Are you boys ready to play our
match now, or would you like to take a practice round first?"

"Let's just get this over with," Bill growled.

"Very well then, have it your way. We'll do this the same as with the golf,
Randy and I against the two of you; in addition to my private match with Bill
of course (Minerva winked at me again)." Although I had some reservations
about this, I recalled what happened earlier today on the golf course and
decided to keep them to myself. While Bill and Roger were putting on their
bowling shoes, Minerva took me aside. "I want you to do exactly what you did
for the last nine holes of our golf match Randy."

"Which is?"

"Just relax and enjoy yourself, we're here to have fun."

"But what about them," I said, pointing over to our two opponents.

"You just play your game and enjoy yourself Randy and let me worry about
them." And so I did.

For the first five frames we were more or less even as teams. Minerva and Bill
seemed to be matching each other ball for ball and I was somehow managing to
keep pace with Roger, usually a better bowler than me. By the sixth frame
however, Minerva began to pull away from Bill. She continued to increase her
lead over him until, by the tenth frame, she was ahead by a comfortable
fifteen pins. With victory within her grasp, my super partner finished with a
flurish: three straight strikes in the final frame to demolish Bill 220 to
190! And I also threw a strike on my last ball to edge past Roger 180 - 177.

"Way to go partner!" Minerva yelled as she gave me another one of her python
hugs (to tell you the truth, I was beginning to find being mashed up against
her powerful body - especially her ample breasts - a very erotic experience).
"You did great Randy!"

"Me? What about you? You creamed Bill."

"Well, that wasn't exactly a surprise honey." Then, turning to Bill and Roger,
Minerva asked,"would you boys like to play another game?" Not surprisingly
they declined. "In that case, I believe you have something to say to me Bill,
don't you?"

"If I recall correctly, you said *two* sports, didn't you?"

"Right you are Bill, I did say that. So, which sport would you like to
challenge me at now?"

Humiliated in both golf and bowling by this incredibly athletic girl (not to
mention losing to her in the driving contest too), the large boy thought for a
moment."Any sport?" he asked.

"That's what I said Bill, any sport."

A very sinister look came over the face of the six foot - three inch, 230
pound, muscular athlete. He smiled over at Roger and said,"in that case, I
choose submission wrestling - no holds barred."

To my surprise, the beautiful five foot-seven inch, 150 pound girl smiled
right back at him and replied without the slightest hesitation,"I accept your
challenge Bill; wrestling it is. When and where do you want the match to take
place?"

"How about tomorrow afternoon around two o'clock in the high school gym."

"That sounds great! Randy and I will be there." Minerva grabbed me by the hand
and started to lead me over to a couple of chairs so we could change back to
our street shoes. "See you boys tomorrow," she called out over her shoulder as
we parted.

"I don't know about this one Minerva," I said as we sat down.

"What's the problem Randy? I think it'll be fun."

"Fun? Bill's the heavyweight wrestler on our high school team! You've
humiliated him three times within the last twenty-four hours and I'm sure he
wants revenge for that in a bad way."

The powerful brunette reached over and playfully tweeked my nose. "Yes, I know
sweetie pie. And that's why it's going to be fun."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he'll be fighting for all he's worth, giving it everything he's got.
And like I told you last night, I really do enjoy knocking guys who think
they're so high and mighty like Bill off their perch; I always have. I guess
it must be the sadist in me (giggles)." Our shoes changed, my new superfriend
smiled at me and said,"what say we go over to the food court and have some
dinner Randy; I'll treat."

We bought a large pizza and two cokes, sat down at a secluded table and began
to eat. "By-the-way Minerva, how did you get a name like that? It's a bit
unusual isn't it?"

"Minerva was the Roman Goddess of wisdom Randy, sort of like Athena was for
the Greeks. She was also the Goddess of warriors. I guess my parents thought
that by naming me Minerva I'd become strong and wise."

"Well you certainly are strong."

"I also have a 4.0 grade point average in high school so far (I felt her foot
kick me lightly underneath the table when she said this)."

I thought for awhile before asking my next question. "Minerva, you are an
incredibly fantastic girl. Strong, smart, beautiful, and a terrific athlete. I
really don't understand why you're so attracted to me. I mean you haven't even
met any of the other guys at school yet except for Bill and Roger. What
gives?"

The long-haired brunette finished the slice of pizza she was eating and washed
it down with a few sips of coke. She appeared to be contemplating how to
respond to my question at the same time. Finally she began,"I've already told
you one reason last night while we were walking home from the driving range, I
think you're a real hunk. In addition to that, you're a very good athlete and,
as I'm sure you've noticed by now, so am I. We seem to have a lot in common
there. Furthermore, unlike Bill or most of the other guys I've met throughout
my life, you aren't intimidated by a girl who is a better athlete than you
are, right?" I nodded. (As I mentioned before, I was amazed at what I'd seen
this girl do so far - she was literally taking Bill Simmons to the cleaners).
And as I also mentioned last night, I'd like to begin in my new high school
with a good friend, and I'd like that friend to be you." She wiped some of the
pizza topping off her lips with a napkin and reached her right hand across the
table."So, are you my friend Randy?"

"Yes," I said as I shook her hand. After we shook, Minerva reached up, grabbed
me firmly by my shirt and yanked me towards her (she literally pulled me out
of my chair). "A handshake is what guys do Randy, let's kiss," and kiss we
did.

Chapter Five: The Wrestling Match

Since we lived only a few blocks away from the high school, Minerva and I
decided to walk there. Hand-in-hand, I showed her some of the things in the
neighborhood on the way and, since we left early enough, took her on a tour of
the school. "You're a really nice guy Randy," she said and squeezed my hand
tightly,"I see I made a good choice as to who to have as my first friend
here." Then she looked at me and asked,"you seem to have something on your
mind, want to tell me about it?"

"You're about to fight one of the biggest and strongest guys in our school in
a 'no holds barred' wrestling match without a referee Minerva. He's not only
the heavyweight wrestler of our school, but last year he reached the finals in
the city wrestling championships. This year he's expected to take the crown.
On top of that, because you've already beaten him soundly three times he'll
probably be out for blood today...*your* blood; but you don't seem to be the
least bit concerned about it."

My strong, new girlfriend looked up at me and grinned."I've been dealing with
'tough guys' like your friend Bill for most of my life Randy and, like I told
you before, I really do enjoy taking them down. Kicking Bill's ass in golf and
bowling yesterday gave me a real *high*, if you know what I mean. And when I
beat him into submission today in wrestling - as I'm sure I will - it will be
an even a greater high. Don't ask me why I feel this way when I take some
tough, macho, self-important jock down; all I know is that I always have, and
probably always will. I guess it's just in my nature. (She paused for a moment
and began to laugh) Or perhaps I really am the Goddess Minerva after all." As
we approached the door to the gym she added softly,"don't worry honeybunch,
everything will turn out O.K....trust me." Then she pushed door open and we
went inside.

Upon entering we were greeted by a very unexpected sight - there must have
been at least two hundred people inside, all waiting to see who this strange
new girl was. Somehow they had gotten wind of the upcoming match between
Minerva and Bill and wanted to watch it. But how in the hell did so many
people find out about this in the first place? I didn't tell anybody, and I'm
sure Minerva didn't either - having moved into the neighborhood only a week
ago she hardly knew anyone except for me, Bill and Roger. The only possible
answer was that it had to be Bill.

"Gee Randy, we should have sold tickets for my wrestling match with Bill
today, we could have made a small fortune; tee, hee, hee."

"Bill probably told some of his friends about it and from there word must have
spread around."

"I'm sure that's exactly what happened. But as they say, 'the more the
merrier'." Minerva nodded over at her opponent who was already warming up on
the mats. "I'll be with you in a few minutes Bill, just as soon as I've warmed
up a bit too." She removed the sweatsuit she was wearing over her gym shorts
and tee shirt and handed it to me, then began stretching her awesome legs.
After a couple of minutes, she did a few exercises with her powerful arms to
limber them up too and finished by flexing her sixteen inch biceps for the
crowd (many of whom began to cheer when she did). Then Minerva stepped onto
the wrestling mats and walked directly up to Bill. "No holds barred, right?"
the intrepid girl asked as she stared at the large, strong boy standing in
front of her.

"That's right, no holds barred. We wrestle until one of us gives up."

"O.K. then, I just wanted to get that straight before we start. There's just
one more thing I have to do and then we can begin." Minerva took a out head
band from of one of her pockets and tied her long, beautiful brown hair back
into a ponytail. Then she winked at me, turned to face Bill and said in a
loud, firm voice,"all right tough guy, I'm ready to rumble. Let's get it on!"

Bill and Minerva circled around each other for a few moments with their arms
spread wide apart, each waiting for an opportunity to strike. Suddenly, Bill
charged forward. The beautiful brunette met him in the middle of the mats and
wrapped her muscular arms around him while he did the same. They engaged in an
early test of strength with each trying to out bear-hug the other. It seemed
strange to watch this powerful, six foot-three inch, 230 pound heavyweight
wrestler struggling against a five foot-seven inch, 150 pound girl; but that's
what Bill appeared to be doing, struggling. From my vantage point right next
to the mats, their test of strength appeared to be a stalemate; neither Bill
nor Minerva seemed able to physically overpower the other.

After about a minute of intense struggling they broke apart. I think the fact
that Bill was unable to crush his smaller female opponent right away was a
psychological (if not physical) defeat for him while Minerva, by holding her
own against the large boy who outweighed her by eighty pounds, emerged the
victor in this test of strength. Judging by the cheers from the students who
had come to watch, most seemed to agree with my assessment (just like when
Minerva beat Bill in the driving contest and the all the spectators cheered,
there seemed to be little doubt as to whose side the majority of them were
on).

Realizing that he couldn't overpower Minerva by brute force alone, Bill was
forced to try out-wrestlinging her. He charged forward again, only this time
reached down for her legs hoping to knock the smaller girl off her feet. But
he greatly underestimated Minerva's speed and fighting skills. As he came at
her, the pretty martial arts expert grabbed his right wrist with both of her
hands and quickly spun around, taking his right arm with her. In a move that I
really couldn't comprehend - and I was standing right in front of them when
she did it - Minerva somehow wound up behind Bill and had his right arm pinned
high up against his back. Bill appeared to be wincing in pain while my
girlfriend calmly looked at me and winked.

I suppose Minerva could have forced Bill to submit and ended the match right
then and there had she have wanted to (either that or she could have broken
his arm), but that would have been too easy; and not nearly as much fun. So
the muscular girl put her right foot up against his buttocks instead and, with
a hard push from her powerful leg, sent the 230 pound wrestler sprawling
across the mats. She then put her hands on her hips and said loudly enough for
everyone to hear,"first fall to the pretty brunette; tee, hee, hee."

Minerva's teasing had the desired effect, Bill was infuriated. He rose to his
feet and charged her again. This time the elusive girl dove headlong into his
legs as he approached her, knocking him down. Then, quick as a wink, she
leaped on his back and grabbed him around the neck. The entire crowd was
standing and shouting now as the two athletes rolled all over the mats and
battled for position. Incredibly, I could clearly hear Minerva giggling! She
was actually enjoying this!

The two muscular, well-conditioned warriors wrestled intensely on the floor
for several minutes. Although they appeared to be evenly matched at first, as
the struggle wore on it became apparent that Bill was tiring while Minerva
seemed to be as fresh as when the match began. Getting desperate now, Bill
used every wrestling trick he knew to try and defeat her. But Minerva -
equally strong, more skilled and in much better shape than he was - proved to
be more than a match for him and countered his every move. With her opponent
clearly running out of steam, the powerful girl turned what had been a closely
fought match into something of a rout.

Nearly exhausted, Bill tried to rest a bit by lying on his stomach. Minerva
jumped on top of him and began to bounce up and down on his back, laughing as
she did. "Ride'en cowgirl!" she squealed. I watched the incredible scene being
played out right before my eyes with a mixture of awe and disbelief. There was
the mighty Bill Simmons who, until the day before yesterday I thought was
pretty much invincible, lying nearly beaten on his stomach while a beautiful
girl playfully bounced up and down on his back with her long ponytail swishing
from side to side. "See Randy," she smiled over at me,"Bill's not so tough;
tee, hee, hee."

The more I watched this amazing sight, the more aroused I became. Finally, I
exploded (fortunately I managed to hide it by placing Minerva's sweatsuit
over...well you know where). After about a minute, Minerva got up, grabbed
Bill firmly by his ankles and rolled him over. "Rest time is over sweetie pie,
it's time to fight some more." She jumped on top of him and their now
one-sided battle continued.

It was obvious that Bill couldn't go on for too much longer and Minerva wanted
to finish him off in grand style; so she went for the 'coup de grace' - the
decisive blow. The powerful girl managed to work her muscular right leg
underneath Bill's waist and locked it tightly with her left which was she put
behind his back - the classic sissor - then she began to squeeze her awesome
thighs.

With what remained of his strength, Bill tried to pry Minerva's legs apart.
But five minutes of intensive wrestling had drained him of nearly all his
energy and his female opponent was simply too strong for him now. "Oh come on
Billy, surely you can do better that this; a big, strong boy like you,"
Minerva said to edge Bill on. But the truth was he couldn't, and both he and
Minerva knew it. To add insult to injury, the mighty girl then rolled over on
her back and lifted the 250 pound boy above her in her massive thighs. "Are
you comfy up there Billy?" she teased. Minerva reached up and playfully
tweeked the helpless boy on the nose, prompting the crowd to break out in
laughter. She then increased the pressure of her sissors. "Had enough yet big
boy?"

Decisively beaten in golf, bowling and now publically humiliated in wrestling
by this incredible girl, Bill Simmons - the strong, tough, macho super athlete
- finally broke down; he couldn't take any more. "Yes," he said, fighting to
hold back his tears. "Yes, I've had enough. You win Minerva; I submit."

"And do you apologise for what you said to me the other night at the driving
range?"

"Yes. I...I apologise for that."

"Did I beat you fair and square Billy?"

"Yes, you beat me fair and square. Please let me down Minerva, you're hurting
me."

Minerva eased up on the pressure of her thighs, but still held Bill above her
for a little while longer, relishing in the complete domination she had over
the large, tough boy (afterwards she told me she had an orgasm at this point).
After about a minute, she gently lowered the helpless boy to the floor and
released him. The once proud Bill now lay on his back - beaten, exhausted,
humiliated and sobbing. Minerva stood up and put her right foot on his chest
in the classic victory pose and flexed her awesome biceps again for the
cheering crowd. Then she smiled down at the beaten boy beneath her. "It's O.K.
Bill", his beautiful conquerer said softly,"it's over between us now."

Minerva held out her hand and Bill humbly took it. She yanked him to his feet
and gave him a tender hug. "That was fun," she giggled while gently patting
him on the back,"we'll have to do that again soon; tee, hee. She led Bill over
to where I was standing and motioned for me to follow her. As she led us both
into the men's locker room, the triumphant girl waved and blew kisses to the
adoring crowd, many of whom were still cheering.

"O.K. now boys," she began when the three of us were alone,"this is how it's
going to be. Randy, you're going to be my boyfriend. You're a cute guy, very
nice and a good athlete; in other words, just my type. Bill, the competition
between you and me is over. I think I've proven beyond a shadow of a doubt
today which one of us is the better athlete. If you can think of any other
sport that you'd like to challenge me at then be my guest. But I advise you
not to choose boxing or martial arts as you might get hurt - accidently of
course (wink). From now on, any competition we have between us will be a
'friendly' competition; understood?"

"Yes," he said meekly.

"Good." Minerva looked over at me and asked,"how's Bill at tennis?"

"He's excellent Minerva; and Joan - his current girlfriend - is the number one
player on the women's team."

"Great. We'll have to play a few sets against them in doubles then."

Minerva clasped Bill and me by our hands and smiled up at us."As you boys know
I'm new in the neighborhood and you're the only friends I have here so far."
She looked at Bill and asked in a serious tone, "we are friends now, right
Bill?" When the dethroned 'King of the Hill' looked down at the floor
dejectedly and didn't respond to her question, Minerva sighed. She then
grabbed him firmly by his sweatshirt and yanked him down so that they stood
face-to-face. "What's the problem Bill?" she demanded,"out with it!"

"You know very well what the problem is Minerva. You beat me up in front of
hundreds of students - and not just beat me, but humiliated me. Everyone will
know about it when school starts next week. So how am I supposed to feel?"

"Well you shouldn't have told anyone else about our wrestling match today
honeybunch. Then only you, Roger, Randy and I would have known about it. But
you were probably so sure that you could beat the 'little girl' that you
wanted all your friends to see. You brought this on yourself big boy. And all
of this started just because you refused to shake my hand after I beat you in
the driving contest the other night. It's your macho ego that got you into
this Bill, so don't go around blaming me!"

Minerva paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in. Then she continued
in a more sympathetic tone of voice. "Bill, I don't believe in holding
grudges. You and I had an issue to settle and we settled it. As far as I'm
concerned that's all behind us now; it's ancient history. So I'm going to ask
you again, are we friends now?"

Slowly, the proud, chastized athlete nodded his head. Minerva pulled him even
closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. "There, this consumates our friendship
Bill. You're free to go now. But I will be calling you about our tennis match
in a day or so...and I expect you and your girlfriend to give Randy and I a
good fight."

Minerva and I watched as Bill slowly limped out of the locker room. After he
left, my new supergirlfriend turned to me and smiled,"he'll be all right in a
few days Randy; I have a lot of experience in this sort of thing. I told you
everything would turn out O.K., didn't I?"

"Yes you did Minerva, but how could you be so sure it would work out like you
planned?"

She took my hand and began to laugh. "Like I told you before honeybunch,
Minerva is the Goddess of wisdom as well as warriors. Your warrior friend
doesn't realize it, but I am his Goddess now...as well as yours. Oh, and
by-the-way, did I mention that my parents went away for a few days? Let's you
and I go back to my new home where you can *worship* your Goddess in a manner
worthy of her...and where you won't have hide when you come your pants
(smirk)"

"You...you mean you knew about that?"

"I'm the Goddess of wisdom Randy, remember? I know *everything*."

Chapter Six: Epilogue

A few days later Minerva and I had our tennis match against Bill and Joan, and
we crushed them 6-2, 6-2 (and guess who was the star of our side? Hint: it
wasn't me). Ironically, Joan wasn't pissed off at all - neither by the
drubbing we gave them on the tennis court nor the public humiliation Minerva
gave Bill in their wrestling match. To the contrary, because she really liked
Bill despite of his personality, and also felt he needed to be taught a lesson
in humility, Joan actually thanked Minerva for the beating she gave him and
the two of them soon became the best of friends (Joan also began studying Tae
Kwon Do with Minerva).

Bill and I became better friends then we had been, largely due to the
relationship of our girlfriends. Though he was still a great athlete, Bill was
no longer 'The King of the Hill' as he once liked to call himself, having been
subplanted by the 'Queen of the Hill'. Minerva joined my team in the winter
bowling league and led us to the league title. In the final, we beat Bill and
Roger's team decisively behind Minerva's perfect 300 game! (and just in case
anyone's interested, I bowled a 210 in the final - my best game ever. If
you're not impressed, Minerva was and treated me to a wonderful steak dinner
afterwards).

Although Minerva could have replaced Joan as the number one player on the
woman's tennis team (actually, she could have replaced the number one player
on the *men's* tennis team had she wanted), she decided not to - it meant much
more to her to have a good friend than an athletic rival. But because there
was an opening on the men's wrestling team, she did become the middleweight
wrestler and finished the season undefeated; leading our high school to it's
first city title. Minerva would have been named 'wrestler of the year' had she
not insisted that that honor go to Bill instead. He also finished the year
without as losss (unless you count the private matches that Minerva and Bill
had every Saturday afternoon in my backyard which only Joan and I witnessed.
Although he tried his hardest, my super girlfriend beat beat him every time.
But it was undoubtably because of Minerva that Bill was able to earn a
university scholarship in wrestling).

As her popularity grew - Minerva won the election for Homecoming Queen by a
landslide - her eyes never wandered. "How many times do I have to tell you
this Randy, you're my guy!" she scolded me after I said that she could date
someone else if she wanted to for about the tenth time. Minerva then became
exasperated and added,"and if you ever mention it again, I'm going to take to
across my knee and spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a
week!" Although I was pretty sure she was bluffing, I decided to play it safe
anyway and never brought the subject up again.

After we graduated from high school, Minerva took her amazing athletic
abilities to the university level where she lettered in five sports.
Afterwards she channeled her competitive drive and urge to ground arrogant men
into dust into the business world where she became a highly successful - and
very wealthy - corporate lawyer. I, on the other hand, became the baseball
coach at my former high school.

"I don't give a damn what you do Randy," Minerva told me when I seemed
reluctant to accept the position after it was offered to me."But you always
said you wanted to be a baseball coach, didn't you? You're know the game well,
a very good teacher and extremely patient with kids. You'll make an excellent
coach and I think you should accept the offer without delay."

"But the pay isn't exactly great Minerva."

"To hell with the pay, I make ten times more than we need anyway. Look Randy,
all I've ever wanted is for you to be happy. Remember that golf game we played
against Bill and Roger many years ago? You still say that it was the most
enjoyable round you ever played, right? (It was) Life is about being satisfied
with what you're doing. I want our three children to grow up in a home with
love and warmth, and I believe that that can only be possible if both parents
are happy. And another thing, if you become the baseball coach, you can spend
more time with your high school chums Bill and Roger." (Bill was the head
coach of the football team now and Roger his assistant. Bill's wife Joan is a
lawyer in Minerva's firm).

So I took the job and - not surprisingly - Minerva was right (if I may be
allowed to brag about myself a bit), I am a damn good coach; as the three city
baseball titles in my first six years attest to. A job I love, a superwoman
for a wife and three healthy children; life is beautiful.

It was late at night and our kids were sound asleep. I was lying in bed in my
favorite position, helplessly trapped in Minerva's muscular arms. I thought
back to that night so many years ago at the driving range and how it had
completely changed my life."Minerva," I said softly,"I was just
thinking...maybe you really are the Goddess of wisdom after all." Her responce
was to squeeze me even tighter into her still amazingly strong body."Well it's
about time you figured that out honeybunch," she giggled.

Author's note: I want to wish everyone who managed to get this far a very
wonderful year. May 2007 be happy, healthy and successful for all of you.

Sincerely, M.C.