Stacey and Me: There is some sex and mild violence in this story. If that offends you, please go no further. This story has some basis in fact although the names, places, and dates have been changed to protect the embarrassed. You can contact me with your comments at valerafon@aol.com Backyard Olympics Greg and the way things are Hi!.. My name is Greg Cameron and I'm a Junior at Steinem High here in Boulder. Boulder has to be just about the greatest place in the world for a seventeen year old to live. Especially, a boy who loves the mountains and who loves to run in the mountains. All sorts of athletes train around here, both male and female. Some even come from different countries. We have marathoners and distance runners like myself, tri-athletes, and many people into the sport of bicycling. Even local people who just want to run and have the thrill of competing and finishing in a ten K. I guess it's a combination of the altitude and the scenery that makes this place so popular. So I'm seldom alone in the mountains. That is physically alone, but when I run my mind just seems to turn off, and I'm oblivious to everything except the scenery and the rhythm of my strides. If you live around here you almost have to run. Being successful in cross country has made me fairly popular. Even though I don't look like the typical jock. I'm 5'7'' and weigh about 125 pounds. My muscles are thin but wiry. Heck! running eats flesh it doesn't build massive football types. Have you ever seen a distance runner who didn't look like he needed forty more pounds on his body? But my physical attributes haven't hurt me with members of the opposite sex. I take after my dad in the looks department as he's so fond of telling me. He says he had to beat the girls off with a stick when he was my age. I try to picture that.... but I really can't. I think my popularity is do to mainly two things. My long blond hair and the fact that I won the state in cross country, this year, and placed in the nationals. Women for some reason really like blondes. But come to think of it I didn't start dating seniors till after the nationals. Dating an older women is like the highest status you can have in high school. Even big Jim Larsen, the captain of the football team, gave me the thumbs up sign when he seen me with Carol Johnson. Carol just seems to know so much about everything. I feel like I should be taking notes when I'm with her. When she looks at me. I feel like she can see right into my head and knows exactly what I'm thinking. God!!...I hope she doesn't know everything I'm thinking. I feel just the opposite around girls. I have absolutely no idea what's going on in their pretty little noggins. I asked my dad once about this, and he said understanding comes a lot easier as you get older. I'm not so sure because as my dad was saying this, mom was smiling and shaking her head no. I hope it gets easier because that seems like an unfair advantage for women. Greg on Stacey So my life was just about as good as it could get for a high school kid, and then, Stacey Bercam became such a big part of it. Oh, I had known Stacey for a long time. She was the younger sister of my best friend Bobby Bercam. She has just turned fourteen and is still in Junior high. Stacey isn't ugly or anything like that. Actually she's OK, well, maybe better than just OK. She's actually quite good looking in an immature sort of way. Boy! is she big for her age. She's maybe an inch or two taller than me, and really built, with actual muscles and everything. I think she got them in Judo class. She's been taking classes since she was seven. Bobby says she's a green belt, whatever, that means. She never wears a green belt. Stacey has also been into something called Shoto-Kan Karate. I don't know much about that either. Except, I saw this movie once where I think it was Jeff Wincott who knocked these three guys out, and they fell at his feet in slow motion. It really was a cool scene..... Sometimes I wonder how a guy breaks up with a girl who knows karate?..... But I think that's where she's getting her muscles from. They really don't look bad on her though, there not mammoth or anything like that. Stacey has naturally blond hair just like me. It sort of reminds me of the color of wheat. She almost always wears it in a ponytail that reaches down past her shoulders. It makes her look so young. You can really see her Nordic heritage in her face. She has high cheek bones and large firm lips. I guess there's really nothing small about Stacey. Sometimes I wonder how tall she's going to be when she stops growing. She reminds me of one of those Valkyries in the operas by that German guy. Finally, I have to mention the feature that really is the most striking thing about her. It's those large green eyes. There such a deep vivid green. My eyes go right to hers. I just can't help it. It gives her the look of a jungle cat, a predatory look. After gazing into those eyes I really feel like I know how a rabbit must feel, as it looks into a cougars eyes, just before it's no more. The thing that bugs me about her though, is that she has asked me to go out on dates. I don't want to hurt her feelings or anything like that, but a guy in my position can't be seen with a girl in Junior high. There are some unwritten rules high school kids have, and if you break them you can find yourself in instant Geek status, even if you don't wear glasses or a pencil pouch. Three of the biggest are: 1. You can't carry an umbrella to class, 2. You can't wear galoshes to school, and 3. You can't date someone a lot younger than yourself, especially if she's in Junior high. If you pressed me on which rule is the worst to break?.... I probably would go with the galoshes. The amazing thing about these rules were when I got to college, everybody carried an umbrella, everybody wore boots, and nobody cared who you dated. I often wondered about this difference but never could figure out why it existed. But lets get back to Stacey, not only did she ask me out, but she came to all my meets, and she started to hang around Bobby and I when we played basketball at his house. I decided to have a talk with her but it didn't quite go the way I thought it would. I guess my life has never been the same since. Stacey and the Challenge I wanted to talk to Stacey when we were alone. I was going to use the big brother approach. I had known her for seven years and I felt a little like her brother. Our two families did a lot of things together and she was quite close to my mom. The other day when I went over to look for Bobby, I found Stacey instead. She was setting on the steps of her front porch. I looked around and didn't see anyone, so I thought this was as good a time as any to break the bad news. "Hi twig," she said. Knowing that would get an immediate reaction from me. "Stop calling me that. I'm not that skinny and I don't like that name." "Well,... that's my little pet name for you and I guess your stuck with it. Besides I only call you that when were alone." I shook my head and tried to stay focused. She had a knack of making me feel like the younger person in the friendship, and I really didn't like being called twig. "How would you like it if I called you something unflattering like "muscle miss" or something even worse." I countered needing to regain the initiative. "Oh,... your giving me a pet name, I like that." This wasn't going well I thought taking a deep breath. She continued her attack after a short pause. "So you like my muscles," she said, smiling and giving me a muscle pose with her right biceps. Go ahead and feel it, my muscles are getting bigger and harder everyday." I just stared for awhile. It was huge. Her biceps really dwarfed mine. I was glad I had a long sleeve shirt on. But my hand went to that big biceps anyway, I couldn't help myself. I had to feel if it was as hard as it looked. "Go ahead and push on it. You won't hurt it" I couldn't believe how hard it was. I pushed down on it with my thumb. It didn't have any give to it. It was like a rock." "Does karate do that?" I asked. "No silly, I've been working out with Bobby's weights. I can lift a lot more than he can already and I've only been lifting for six months." "Why don't we compare your muscles with mine," she said, with an evil little grin on her face. "Uh,... I have to talk to you about something," expertly changing the subject. "I know, you have finally admitted to yourself that you can't live without me and want to take me out on a date," she said, not letting me get a word in edge wise. . "Not exactly, I want for us....to be friends.... or maybe like a brother and sister. Your just to young for me to date." "That's nonsense. I'm only three years younger than you and besides girls mature faster than boys." "Your not even in high school yet and I'll be a college man soon." Trying to hit her with as much logic as I could muster. She countered by saying, "My dad's almost ten years older than my mom and their perfectly happy. Besides, when your thirty I'll be twenty seven and that's absolutely perfect." What did the appearance of our ages later have to do with a date now, I thought. But of course this was female logic. The conversation was going like I expected and that was not very well at all. Of course, it rarely ever did with Stacey. Before I could answer her she started to talk again. "I know it's that senior, Carol Johnson, isn't it. I saw you swooning over her the other day. I almost got nauseous....yuck!" "She's so mature Stacey your to young to understand." She just stared at me for a second. I hoped she was to young to know what I was thinking. I hoped girls got that ability after the age of fourteen. She kept staring at me with an angry expression on her face, and then, all of a sudden it changed. She smiled that wicked little smile again. "How would you like for me to never ask you out, and will just be friends? Or we can be just like that stuff you said about being a brother and a sister." "I would like that a lot Stacey," I said, hopefully. "Well,... I'll agree to that... if... you win a little contest. But if I win, you have to take me out on a date." "What kind of contest? Not that karate stuff." "No, that wouldn't be fair and we won't do any running either. Your to good at that and I'm to good at karate. I thought, we could have a little Olympics in my backyard. Will keep score and the one with the most points, at the end of the day, ...wins. The first event will be basketball just to show you I'm fair," she said. Then with a big grin, she continued, "Of course, if you don't think you can beat a little girl at some athletic contests, I'll just keep asking you out till you give in." A chance to get Stacey off my case was just too tempting. I was on the track team and three years older than her. This should be a snap. "Ok, but what exactly are you talking about." "Basketball, swimming, and some tests of strength. I'll make up a list and give it to you in plenty of time. I figure about ten to twelve events. My parents and Bobby will be in Denver a week from Sunday, and we could have that whole afternoon to ourselves." Why did I have the feeling she had this all planned. "I don't think will need the whole afternoon Stacey, this should be over pretty quickly. Then maybe you can find a guy your own age." Fixing me with that stare of hers she laughingly replied, "I already found the guy I want, and I think your right, this shouldn't take very long at all. The Cameron- Bercam Olympics I didn't see Stacey for a week and I really didn't know what all the events were except basketball and swimming. I didn't see how I could lose those. Basketball after all was my game. I played that with Bobby, for the last five years, twice a week at the Bercam house. Stacey never asked to play she just watched from time to time. I hadn't gone swimming with Stacey for two years but she couldn't swim anywhere near as well as I could. The feats of strength line did have me a little concerned. I remembered her huge muscles, but after all, she was only a girl, and a younger girl at that. So I went about my business pretty much forgetting about the bet. That is till Stacey came over and asked my mom if she could speak to me. I was more than a little surprised when Stacey knocked on my door and walked right in. She was carrying a pad. I was laying on the bed fully clothed, fortunately, and was a little angry at her nerve to come barging into my room. "Here is the list of events, Twig, I made you a copy. There will be twelve events. Three points will be awarded for winning, two points for ties, and one point for losing. The one with the most points is the winner. There is one thing," she paused, "I do want to finish all the events even if somebody wins relatively early. This is an Olympics and we should finish. It's traditional." " This room is off limits to women and Don't call me Twig!" I shouted, grabbing the pad from her hand as I started to scan the page. Boxing!....Wrestling!...Arm Wrestling!" "Your not chickening out, are you?" She said, defiantly. "I can't box you Stacey. You might get hurt." "I have really big gloves and will have special rules. I won't get hurt. Besides, I'm bigger than you are. But don't worry... I won't hurt you. I don't want my boyfriend to have a butchered face when he takes me out on our first date." She kept talking but I didn't here much more except about bringing my swimming trunks. I was thinking that she actually expected to win and it was a foregone conclusion. I know about psyching the other guy out and all, but her confidence really started to get to me. The next thing I knew she was gone, and I was staring up at the ceiling wondering how I got into this mess. I also thought about that big muscular body of hers. As I walked the short distance to her house I could hear the basketball bouncing before I saw Stacey. She was practicing some jump shots in the yard. What a site!! She was wearing a tee. It was cut off about two inches above her waist. Her hair was fixed in a pony tail and she was wearing a sweat band around her forehead. She had on sport shorts that revealed much of her upper thighs, and what thighs they were, Long, firm, and muscular. They didn't look like the thighs of a fourteen year old girl. A fitness instructor would have been proud of those thighs. To finish the look she had on a new pair of Reeboks with ankle length white socks. She looked to me exactly like one of those girls, on cable, who have those morning exercise shows. I felt my heart start to beat a little faster and Greg Jr. was starting to stir. Stacey stopped shooting, looked at me, and said, "well are you just going to stare or do you want to warm up before I smear you?" I grabbed the ball and did one of my patented drives to the basket. It went in, of course. "Nice move Twig. First one to eleven wins. Is that all right with you?" "You bet and stop calling me twig." I threw the ball to her and said, "Your out..... I'm ready." She immediately gave me a double fake, dribbled a few steps to the right, and threw up a fade away jump shot. It hit nothing but net. "That's one!" she sang out. "I learned that one from watching you play with Bobby." "Still your ball....do you want to play or talk?" I said, a little irritated. This time she didn't fake. Stacey just dribbled to the right corner and hooked the ball over my outstretched hands. It rattled around and went in. "That's two!" She said, in that nauseating sing song voice of hers. I threw the ball back to her a little harder than was necessary. She just held the ball while she stared into my face. I guess she was enjoying the reactions of worry and bewilderment she saw there. Thank God! her next jumper didn't go in. I got the ball and went to the top of the key. It was time for one of my moves to the basket. I faked and did a cross over dribble and went around her. I'm sure it looked good but there was one problem. I didn't have the ball anymore. She stole the ball and laid it in. "That's three! You forget I've seen that move hundreds of times, Twig." I didn't answer. I just threw her the ball. I was afraid my voice would show to much emotion and I didn't want her to know she was getting to me. Her next jumper went in too. Didn't she ever miss? I was down four zip and had touched the ball only once. I dug down deep for some mental reserves, and knew I was in for one hell of a battle. I formulated a new strategy on the spot. I was going to press her and be as physical as I could. It worked, somewhat, it got me back into the game. But every time I got close she would muscle me, and take the ball down low for a lay up. I couldn't believe how strong she was. I was the one getting bumped out of the way. I could appreciate how good she was, but it was her lackadaisical style that got to me. She seemed to be handling me with very little effort and that pissed me off and frustrated me. Finally, she took me low one last time. I just couldn't stop her as she laid the ball in. "That's 11-7....and game!" She sang out. Surprisingly, she didn't rub it in. Stacey just reached out to shake my hand. I took it and stammered, "Good game." I was too stunned to say anything else. Stacey had just rocked my world. I was feeling embarrassed in a way I had never felt before. This high school jock had been convincingly beaten by a much younger girl. "I'll wear some jeans and a sweat the next time we play. By the way your shorts are bulging out, you must have been to distracted to really give me a game." I looked down and saw the tell tale bulge. "Where did you learn to play like that?" I asked her, as she led me by the hand into the house. "I watched you and Bobby, and then I practiced your moves on my own, but I have always been naturally athletic. Sports seem to come easy to me. I can't explain it. You change in Bobby's room and I'll meet you out in the pool in ten minutes." I watched her disappear into her room and really admired that action sway she had. I shook my head and tried to focus. This was not going to be as easy as I first thought, and sneaking peaks at her butt and legs wasn't going to get the job done. Remember Carol, I thought to myself. But could Carol move like that and I knew she couldn't make a jump shot. I was first to the pool. I had learned girls always take longer than boys to dress. Even if they have less to put on, and Stacey sure had put on less. She came out in a bright yellow bikini. I think you call it a French cut, which means, it really showed a lot of everything. Man!... She looked great for a fourteen year old. "I see you like my bikini. It's part of my strategy to distract you," she giggled. "You look great Stac but I can't see you in the water. So it's not going to help..... How many lengths of the pool do you want to swim?" "Oh, you decide. Your the one behind." She started walking over to an easel that had a large piece of paper on it. I followed her and suggested four lengths. "If that's what you want," she said, as she marked something on the paper. I caught up to her and saw the paper had all the events listed and a column for the point tally. Stacey was busy marking in the first event. I grimaced as I watched her. "Let's make it six lengths," I said, as I stared at the paper. My big advantage was stamina, I thought. After all, I was a distance runner and maybe I could tire her out for the next events. If that's what you want," she said, in that maddening monotone voice. She really knew how to irritate me. "Then it's settled." I said, as I watched her put on a bathing cap and move over to the edge of the pool. I smiled and thought here's where I get even and put her in her place. We both crouched down to get a better push into the water. I heard her say go and I took off. It was a few seconds before I realized I didn't hear her near me. I looked around and I didn't see her anywhere in the water. I stopped and turned around. She was still by the edge of the pool. "Go on Twig, I'm giving you a head start," as she motioned with her hands to start swimming again. I took off for the other end. I'll yell at her later, I thought, after I even the score. I got about half way to the other side when I heard her splash in the water. As I kicked turned, and got into rhythm again, I could her in the water. I took a peak and she was coming up quickly. Man!.... she looked fast. I decided to go all out and hold nothing back. Her family pool wasn't anywhere near as long as a regulation pool and I was in excellent shape. I made my third turn and I still had a lead. But every time we passed I could see that she had made up more ground. For the first time in this event I wasn't sure I was going to win. I knew I would have been behind if she hadn't given me that head start. I could here the noise from her wake getting closer and closer. I gave it my all. Maybe for the first time in a sport other than cross country. I was about three quarters of the way to the fifth turn and my arms were getting heavy. Swimming is more than just endurance I found out. At that point she was right on me, and then she just blew right by me like I was swimming in slow motion. At that moment I knew She was going to win, and there was nothing I could do about it. I continued on and I knew I hadn't slowed down. Stacey had another gear or worse yet she was playing with me. That thought hit me hard. As I swam up next to her she was sitting on the edge of the pool relaxing. I touched the side and looked up into her smiling face. I had resolved I was going to face my demons and be a man. "That's two for me twig." She laughed, playfully pushing my head under water. "Where did you learn to swim like that?" I sputtered, spitting water out of my mouth. "Silly, I'm the one with the pool, your not. You run everyday, I swim." She was making excuses for me and not trying to rub it in. She really likes me, I thought. I offered her my hand again, and said, "Well Wonder Woman.... it's not over yet." "Ohhh!...Your giving me another nickname. I like it. Is that what your going to call me from now on?" As she got up and headed for that damn easel. "I plan on winning and not calling you at all." I said, with no conviction. She turned around and looked at me, and shook her head, before she went to work on the easel again. I stayed by the pool resting. I knew what the score was. "Next event is arm wrestling. Do you need a break?" She yelled over at me. "Give me five minutes," I said. Why was I the one that seemed the more tired, I wondered. I moved over to the picnic table where the big match was to take place. Stacey was already there and seemed to be waiting very patiently for me. I immediately locked arms with her. She gave my hand a little squeeze, and said, "You say go this time Twig." I thought this to be an advantage because I would know exactly when to start. I said go immediately trying to catch her by surprise. It didn't work. Our hands stayed locked at ninety degrees, and I tried to add more power. I looked at her and she was still smiling and showing no apparent effort. I on the other hand was showing plenty. Our hands still stayed at ninety degrees. Finally, I added all my last reserves. I strained bending my head down looking at her right arm. I noticed how muscular it was but her muscles weren't straining like mine. I pulled my eyes away from her arm to look at her face and my reserves were about gone and I hadn't made any progress. I knew I was in trouble. Stacey on the other hand looked fresh and appeared to be in complete control. "I'm going to put your arm down now, Twig." She said, in a very matter of fact voice. I felt her increase the power and my arm started to move down. She didn't do it quickly rather just a slow and steady push till she gently touched it to the table. There is an indescribable feeling to be overpowered in this way by a girl. Yes, there is embarrassment and humiliation, and I could see how some would let those be the overriding emotions. But there is also a sweetness to it. If you give in to the feeling there is almost a joy and happiness for the amazon who has just defeated you. I didn't describe it well, but I have felt it many times in the ensuing years with Stacey. "I'm one up but this is best two out of three. Do you want to rest?" "Just a second," I said, as I grabbed her hand again and got into position. I looked into her eyes, I took a deep breath, and shook my head and gave her an embarrassed little smile. I continued to stare at her lovely face and shake my head. In that moment.... I knew I was going to lose the event, and probably the bet. I couldn't voice my feelings but I told her it didn't matter the only way I could. "That's one of the things I like about you, Twig. Most boys would have been screaming and yelling by now and probably would have stormed out of here. You meet your challenges and are going to make one hell of a man.... with my help. Your more of a man now than any of them could ever hope to be." It was a complement she gave but it embarrassed me just the same. She could read my mind I thought, and she seemed far older and wiser than me. Stacey seemed so naturally in control. I knew she would always lead and I would follow. Her age just didn't seem to matter anymore. We started again. This time as I gave it my all she started to yell encouragement to me. It sounded like she was rooting for me. I actually found a little more, but it didn't matter her arm wasn't going anywhere. After a minute or so I was all in, but she wasn't pushing with enough force to bring my arm down. Instead, she was reading the notebook she brought with her. I tried to find a little more but it looked like she wasn't even aware of me. Finally, she looked at me and said, "Oh, I forgot about you," and pressed my arm down gently to the table." "What do you think I should wear on our date, Twig?" She said holding my arm down. "I haven't given up yet. There's still a few more events to go." "That's another thing I like about you. You never give up. But I'm afraid you don't have a chance and you never did." "You knew you were going to beat me," I said, in astonishment. "Of course, a girl doesn't take any chances with her best little guy. Then she gave me a mischievous little grin and said leg wrestling is next. We found a flat area on the grass and laid down next to each other and locked arms. My head was pointing one way her head was pointing in the opposite direction. We raised our legs and prepared to lock them around the others calf. Her calves and thighs were much bigger than mine. When did she get so big, I thought. We started and it lasted all of two seconds, before I found myself doing a somersault, as her leg pushed mine over. I wasn't competitive at all in this event. Although, as I thought about it, I wasn't sure I was competitive in any of the events. The next round lasted about as long as the first one did. I didn't have a chance against those gorgeous shapely legs. I just layed there and moaned with my hands massaging my face. I caught a glimpse of Stacey as she walked giggling to the Easel to update it. The next thing I knew she was offering me a hand and saying, "Wrestlings next." We wrestled on the grass under a large shade tree. I wasn't having much luck in this manly sport either. She had managed to trip me and sit her weight on my stomach. She bounced up and down on me a couple of times, and that took the wind out of me. I tried to buck her off but she was to heavy and she rode me effortlessly. She looked at me and I guess she was thinking what she could do to me next. It didn't take her long to make up her mind. She grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head transferring both of my wrists to her single left hand. She then snaked one of her legs under my body and had my waist entrapped. Stacey then locked her ankles together and I was completely helpless. Of course, I tried to get out the entire time but there was no hope. She wasn't trying to pin me. She just held me there and looked at my pathetic struggles with amusement. It didn't seem to me she was doing anything, but watching, and still I couldn't get free. I felt so helpless, so ashamed, so thrilled all at the same time. I couldn't help it but I got a raging hard on. Stacey bent done a little and started to rub her hand on my chest. Oh God!!....What a wonderful sensation. I tried to get out even more but my struggles only amused her. Her attention went to my pride and joy, a clump of hair that was coming in quite nicely on my chest. She kneaded the hairs with her fingers and I could see the pleasure on her face and I needed release. " I like this hair Twig. It makes your chest look so cute. I think I'm going to be playing with this a lot in the future. Would you like that?" Not waiting for a reply she bent down and kissed my cheek. "Let me up Stacey, this is embarrassing." Just then I heard some laughter and to my horror three of Stacey's girl friends walked into the yard. "It looks to me like your winning the bet Stacey." The brunet said, and I recognized her as Lisa Todd. Her and Stacey were inseparable. All the girls came over and knelt down next to us to get a better look at the site of a younger girl easily dominating an older high school boy. "Twig, this is Lisa she's fourteen and this is Danielle and Patty their both thirteen. Were sort of an unofficial club. We hang out everywhere together." Seeing the girls smiling down at me, the humiliation was just to much, I closed my eyes and was silent. "Are you hurting him Stace?" The voice, I think, belonged to Danielle asked. "Nah, he's just resting. Here, I'll get him to pay his respects. Say high to the girls Greg," Stacey said, as she powered down with her thighs. My eyes opened instantly to the pain in my middle. I couldn't breath too well and I couldn't fight the pain. I replied, "High girls," in a wheezing sort of voice. "Wow!...You really have him under control Stace, Lisa said, as she stared intently into my pain wracked face. "Be sure to use this hold when you make your move girls," Stacey said, as she eased up on the pressure. "Where ready Stace," Lisa replied. "Danielle and Patty are going to go after the Costanzo brothers, and if its all right with you, I sort of fancy your brother Bobby." "That's great! We can double date and play basketball with Greg and Bobby." I listened in horror. These girls were going to go after older guys and some of my best friends at that. "Your going to ask all these guys out?" I said. "They're all in high school." Lisa, hovered over my face and answered my question. "Were going to handle that problem just like Stacey is settling things with you. We're all almost as strong as Stacey, and expect to win our new boy friends just as easily. By the way, we all have been into judo and karate almost as long as Stacy, we're in the same dojo, but I really don't think will need to go to that extreme." All the girls laughed. Stacey looked at Lisa and motioned the girls to leave. "Well, will leave you two love birds alone." Lisa said, as the girls got up and left the yard. Lisa looking back gave me a parting shot. "Don't be to rough on her Greg," as they disappeared and their laughter filled my ears. "I can't believe you told them about our bet Stacey." "Oh, they won't tell anyone else about this. I'd kill them if they did. Besides, you and the other boys are all going to be joining our little club so you won't be lonely for long. By the way all the officers will be female. One last thing, Twig, you won't be telling my brother or the other boys about their little surprise, will you?" With that the pressure on my stomach became unbearable again. Stacey continued to talk. "If you tell, I'll come to that high school of yours and take you over my knee and give you a spanking in front of everybody and you now I can do it too. Do we understand each other?" The pain kept increasing. I knew it would end only if I agreed. "Yes, Yes....please," I begged. "That's a good boy," she said, in a high lilting voice. I was dazed and she got on top of me and pinned my shoulders. She counted very very slowly to three. The next fall was an exercise in manhandling or should I say teenhandling. I was subjected to a number of holds that I remembered from the cable wrestling shows. I was put into more scissor holds, full and half nelsons, and a number of holds I had no idea what they were. Stacey twisted my body into all sorts of inescapable and embarrassing configurations. I found my head by my knees, my face buried in the ground, or my head bent back and my legs completely secured by her limbs. She didn't cause me a lot of pain. I just think she wanted to show me how completely helpless I was. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of this she put one shapely thigh over my shoulders and counted to three again. She kept her pose for a moment while she looked down at me. "Kiss your conqueror," she said, as she moved her thigh closer to my head. I looked at that big beautiful muscular thigh and wanted to cover it in kisses. I couldn't. It was just to embarrassing. She didn't wait long. Stacey grabbed my head with one of her hands and brought it to her thigh and said in a very stern voice, "Kiss it." I kissed it. My resistance melted away and I continued to kiss it and lick it for some time. I heard her purr, "Good boy...good boy." She let me rest for awhile before we continued with the program. The next event was what she called the piggyback derby. The horsey had to run around the pool twice, as fast as he or she could, while carrying the other person piggyback. The winner was the one who did it in the least amount of time. I was the horsey first. I couldn't believe how heavy Stacey was. She had to out weigh me by at least thirty pounds. I could carry her but I couldn't get up much speed. She really was enjoying herself. She kept saying, "geedy up! ha..ha," while smacking me on the butt. We went around the pool in little more than a walk. I was lucky I didn't drop her. It took me a minute and twenty seconds to complete the course. When it was Stacey's turn she handled my weight effortlessly. "You really are quite light , Twig. I could keep my little jockey up there all day with no problem," she said, as she took off. She actually could run with me on her back. I couldn't believe it. She was going much faster than I had managed. When she came to the end of the second circuit she didn't stop. She kept right on going. Stacey completed three circuits to my two in fifty seconds flat. She didn't put me down either. She went over to the easel and added the scores with me looking over her shoulder. "It doesn't look to good for you does it, Twig?" She didn't wait for me to answer the obvious. "The next event before we go to the weight room is boxing," she said. I never boxed before and the over sized gloves felt funny and looked almost comical on my hands. I didn't bother to think at the time how she had gotten two pairs of gloves. The rules were simple. If you got knocked down you lost the round. If nobody went down, in the two minute round, then it was a tie. A tie didn't look to bad to me at this point, and I really didn't mind if I clipped her on the chin. It might help my damaged ego a lot, I thought. "We circled for awhile neither of us making the first move. I grew a little impatient and threw caution to the winds. I really did want to smack her a good one. I took a wild swing and she ducked it easily and gave me a terrific shot to my stomach. I went right to my knees. One punch and I had lost the first round. I didn't have any breath but she stood me up and started giving me pointers on how to hold my gloves. I just stood there like a statue trying to get air into my lungs. It was pretty galling having a fourteen year old girl give you instructions on the manly art of self defense. But no worse than what already had happened to me that afternoon. The instruction went on for about five minutes but I was more interested in bopping her on the chin. I finally got her to stop, and continue the match, but I did notice I was following her instructions. We circled again and in spite of her words I led with my right. Her head bobbed out of the way and she hit me with a hook to the side of my head. The next punch landed squarely on my jaw. Everything went into slow motion. I remember seeing sky as my head went up but my body hesitated a moment and I fell forward right into Stacey's arms. The fight was over three punches and two knockdowns later. I wasn't out just real groggy. I felt myself being carried cradled in her arms. She took me over to chair and sat down with me on her lap. She bit through the tape and took off her gloves than she removed mine. She nestled my face by her breast and started to rock me gently. I felt numb and just gave in to the sensation. She gazed into my face and softly spoke to me. "Did the big bad girl hurt her little Twigums. Don't worry we won't ever have to box again. From now on I'll protect you from any big bad girls who try to steal you away from me." For some reason I felt very safe and didn't want to leave her lap and I really didn't want to finish the Olympics. At this point I would be very happy to take her out on a date or what ever else she wanted. I just didn't want to have to face this Amazon in any more events. She rocked me for awhile and then decided it was time to continue. She stood up, still cradling me, and started walking into the house. "The rest of the events are in the little gym we have. I'm taking you there. But before we start again I think it's time Twigums got a little pleasure." I closed my eyes and wondered what she meant by pleasure. She took me to the weight room, which was located in the basement, and put me down on the mat. Stacey got up and said, "Don't move." She then proceeded to take off her bikini top and drop it on my face. I could see her breasts, the material didn't block my view, they were small but ample and incredibly firm. I wanted to touch and kiss them but I didn't dare move. She then took off her bottom and deposited that on my face as well. She wiggled her butt for me and asked, "Like what you see, Twigums." "Yesss, I replied." Not trying to hide my arousal. Greg Jr. had also taken notice and he was as hard as I ever remembered him. She reached for my arms and took them over my head. Holding one with each of her hands. As she moved them out of the way she laid down on top of me. Her body pressing close to mine. Stacey then trapped my lips and kissed me very hard. She stopped momentarily and smiled at me our excited breath mingling just above our lips. Her mouth then crushed into mine again and I felt her tongue darting and then probing and exploring my mouth with firm but talented abandon. My body yearned for her, I desired her, and I gave in totally to her. "Does Greg Cameron still want to date Carol, and not Stacey?" She laughingly teased me. "Please call me Twigums," I said. I couldn't have said anything that pleased her more. She kissed me again. Another very long and passionate kiss. I had never been this aroused in my life. I had never been in a situation like this with a girl of Stacey's caliber before. I wanted to grab her, to hold her, to hug and kiss her, but I didn't even have control of my own body. Stacey knew my frustration and said between loving little kisses. "We can't go all the way just yet but I can help you with your predicament." She then repositioned herself on my stomach and proceeded to take off my swimming trunks. "Wow!...Your not so small down there," she giggled and then proceeded to give me the lollipop treatment. I came in a matter of a few seconds. It was a thunderous crashing orgasm something the likes of which I never experienced before. The after shocks quaking my body for a minute or two. I had known pleasure but nothing to match what I had just experienced. Stacey had some how got into my mind and now she seemed to control my body as well. I belonged to her. This young, beautiful, and muscular girl had changed my life in one afternoon. "Were not done yet," she said. "I took care of you now you have to help me." She stood towering naked above me and smiling with a mischievous grin. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity.... then she very slowly sat on my face. "Get that tongue busy." She commanded, as she pushed my face even further into her already wet bush. I probed with my tongue her pussy opening up to me as I found her sweet spot. She moaned now rocking herself back and forth on my face. We were enjoying each other but as I was to learn it would always be the way she wanted and commanded it to be. Her motions got more violent and exaggerated as she neared her moment of ecstasy. My tongue seeming a part of her now, as it silently obeyed the urgings of it's new master. I helped her and lifted her to new levels of feeling and pleasure as she rode roughshod over my face. All I wanted to do in that moment was to please her, and bring her to as much fulfillment as I could. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure of my wonderful muscle miss. She yelled a primal cry like some banshee out of hell, as she spasmed and quaked and her juices filled my now very wet world. I swallowed her love potion as my face was throttled from side to side. I continued to administer to her needs as the tidal wave slowed but continued to wash over me. If my orgasm was an eight this surely had to be a ten. As I beamed knowing I had serviced my teen miss well. She must have agreed as she spoke to me in a loving little voice, " Ohh!... that was wonderful. You definitely are a keeper. I'm not going to throw you back little one. I think were going to have to do this at least once a week, if not more." She arched her back leisurely as she ran her hands threw her golden hair. It made her proud firm breasts stand out as I looked on lovingly at this magnificent amazon hovering above me. She looked down at me, with contentment, and said, "I want you think of a nickname for me little one. I gave you one. Now you have to return the favor. I want you to have it by our first date. Do you think you can do that for Stacey?" "Yes," I promised. She laid down beside me and held me close to her breasts as we rested contentedly for almost an hour. Time passed but I knew she would make me finish the rest of the events even though the outcome had never been in doubt. I knew now that she was a throw back, a warrior goddess, who had to show her dominance and control over everything that dared enter her domain. I thought of her girl friends and shuddered. Maybe she wasn't a throw back at all, but a new breed of woman that was just now emerging on the scene. I chuckled to myself at the thought, and if that was indeed the case, then men better beware for the world definitely would change. Stacey and a new Beginning I walked up to the Bercam house and knocked on the door. Bobby answered it and welcomed me into the living room. "Hi Greg! Stacey's upstairs getting ready. She told me to tell you she will be down in five minutes." He looked at me and shook his head. "Don't worry Greg I'm not going to tease you. Stacey's my sister and were close. But you never told me you liked her?" "Um, it just happened. I looked at her one day and she just looked completely different to me." "She is growing up real fast. But I'll never go out with a younger girl. That Lisa Todd has been bugging me for a date. She's driving me crazy. I'm going to have to settle this with her real soon. But I intend on letting her down real easy. I mean how can you blame her. She says she has an idea on how we can settle things so I'm going to her house on Saturday." I patted him on the back and said, "After you and her have settled things. Come on over to my house and we'll talk." Just then Stacey made her entrance. She looked like a vision in blue jeans, A duchess in denim, a countess in corduroy. Her firm young muscles molding her pants to her body. Her arms were bare showing off her two powerful biceps. Her golden hair fixed in her usual pony tail. I got weak just looking at her. Her brother was smirking as we left. I knew he couldn't help himself when he gave us one parting shot. "You two love birds have a good time you hear and don't do anything I wouldn't do." I didn't respond he was my best friend, and besides, just then I thought of Lisa Todd. Stacey wanted to walk to the show. I guess she wanted to show off her new trophy. She grabbed my hand and wrapper her long slender fingers in mine. Her fingers were slender but incredibly strong. Even holding hands was an act of control for her. We walked making small talk just as all teens do on a date. Just then I spied Joe and Harry Costanzo walking in our direction. I knew they saw us because they changed sides of the street to walk directly past me and Stacey. I couldn't help myself, I tried to bolt, but Stacey's firm grip made that an impossibility. I didn't want to struggle and let Joe and Harry figure out what was happening so I just settled down and walked. "I'll handle this if they give you any trouble," Stacey said. "There my friends Stace. I guess I can take a little lip." "Is that why you tried to run?" They drew closer and I could hear there laughter. "Hey Greg how much you getting for baby-sitting," Joe the older one yelled. That set Stacey off, I knew it did, because my hand was being mashed in her firm grip. I tried to answer Joe but I couldn't talk through the pain. I had to try very hard not to let the brothers Grimm see any pain on my face or the weird situation I was in. "You two are going to see the advantages of younger girls after Danielle and Patty get a hold of you." Stacey mockingly replied. "Those two bitches, no way," Joe taunted, "we like our women mature and you can tell them for me to leave us the fuck alone." Stacey squared to meet them. Her anger building into a rage. The pain in my hand went up another notch and I was close to tears. I wanted to sink to my feet. "No one calls my friends bitches. I should take you two apart right now," Stacey angrily replied. "Easy... karate girl. We were just having a little fun with our buddy Greg there, right Greg." Harry the smart one replied. Stacey looked at me. All I could do was nod. My world was pain. Stacey looked at my expression and then looked at our hands and eased off on the pressure. Stacey replied for me. "You guys should be happy two beautiful young teens really like you. The reason they do I don't understand myself. But I don't think you two wimps will have very much to say in the matter." She dragged me along as she strode away from the two very quite brothers. "Is your hand OK Twigums?" Stacey asked with apology in her voice. "Yea, just a little sore. Do you think we can switch hands for awhile." "No, I like to walk closest to the street so I can protect my little guy." "Do you lead when you dance too?" I said with just a touch of sarcasm. "I love to dance. I can dance all night. Sometimes I just like to sweep my partner off his feet." I had to ask, I thought, as I felt a sharp twinge of pain in my hand. I guess Stacey detected my sarcasm. I was learning she had an effective obedience tool at her disposal. We walked a little bit before Stacey asked me the question I knew she would. "Have you thought of a nickname for you big strong girl friend?" "Yes, how about (The M&M girl)." "The M&M Girl?" "It can stand for a girl who has muscles and more or muscle miss." "Stacey "M&M" Bercam. I'll think on it," she said. "We'll you didn't give me any choice so that's what I'm going to start calling you." Pain shot through my hand again. "That's not how it works," she said. "But you can call me that till I decide if I like it." We walked for awhile hand and injured hand, and then she asked me why I ran out before we could tally up the score in the Olympics. "I know I got smeared, M&M. I didn't think the final score mattered." "Well it does. How can I gauge how your coming along." "You mean were going to do that again," I said in panic. "Sure every so often but I'll change the events each time. There was twelve events this time and the final score was 36-12. Actually, I thought you did quite well for the first time." I just stared at her. Maybe next time I can even manage to win an event, I thought. As we neared the show. My thoughts went to Bobby and I wondered how soon we would be double dating. I really didn't think he had a chance against Lisa. She looked like Stacey's twin except for the hair. Of course, I soon found out what happened but that's another story.