Stacey and Me There is some sex and mild violence in this story. If that offends you, please go no further. If you haven't read the first story ( Backyard Olympics ), I suggest you do that first. This one might make a little more sense....Maybe. valerafon@aol.com The Swedish Bikini Team Greg Updates Hi! it's me Greg again. I thought, I would fill you in on what's been happening to Stacey and myself since I last wrote. Several months have passed and I'm now a senior at Steinem. I'm not quite sure how one date has led to so many with Stacey and why we're inseparable..... But we are. Bobby and I still play basketball twice a week but now it's against Stacey and Lisa. We never win. I mean we're competitive. We just can't get over the hump. Bobby and I have thought up all these great strategies and we get so tantalizingly close. It's going to happen. We will win but I just can't give you a date. Mr. Bercam used to watch us from time to time. He really gave it to us for not being able to beat the girls. I think Bobby was really embarrassed. But one day I asked him to play for me and see if he could do any better. After the second basket I thought we were going to have to call 911. He really wasn't in the best of shape. The girls really skunked them. Stacey is just so competitive and she didn't take it easy on her dad. After, we didn't see Mr. Bercam much and he stopped teasing Bobby. Bobby and Lisa have been an item since that Saturday when they settled things. I guess you can imagine what happened. Lisa and Bobby had a little wrestling match to decide their future relationship. Bobby told me Lisa threw him all over the place. He walked with a limp for about a week. I have to admit Bobby and Lisa seem very happy. I think Bobby has adjusted to things even better than I have. A new girl has joined our little group. Su Lyn is a member of the same dojo that all the girls belong to. Stacey says she's extremely good and she's not sure who's better. That is quite an admission from Stacey. Su Lyn's parents just moved here from Hong Kong. They both are math teachers. Su Lyn says she hopes to major in math herself. I know her parents have a tradition in math, but I still wonder how a thirteen year old girl knows what she wants to do for the rest of her life. I have seen some calculus equations and they look like a foreign language to me. Then I wonder about the Chinese language and think about how you teach math in it. I try to visualize Su Lyn teaching Chinese Algebra. That would have to be the hardest subject in the whole world. When Bobby and I met Su Lyn for the first time. All the girls were there even Patty and Danielle. Stacey was holding my hand and Lisa was holding Bobby's. Everything was going fine till the girls started to go into what I call girlspeak. You need at least three or four girls to attain critical mass. At this point their talk becomes completely unintelligible for a boy. It's like a foreign language or you have a computer and all of a sudden you receive something in mime. You couldn't say I wasn't listening. I was really trying but all I could make out were a few words....nailpolish and razorblade....and the rest was completely unintelligible. I know some Amazons or Valkyries might be reading this and I don't want them to think this is just some typical guy stuff. I really believe men aren't at fault here. You know there are some physical functions like breathing and your heartbeat that are completely involuntary. I believe it's the same with girlspeak. We just can't follow when they go into it. Maybe we're missing a gene or it's a survival trait. I know when you get older there is something called womenspeak, and they can go into it when their talking to men. This is really dangerous because if you lose large blocks of information , when your talking to your wife or girl friend, you can really be in trouble. I talked to my dad about this and he has noticed it too. The only advice he could give me is not to listen to football or baseball when your wife's around. This seems to trigger the problem. I know I really try hard to listen with Stacey. It just wouldn't be wise to make an Amazon mad. As the conversation continued I looked over at Bobby and I immediately knew he was in trouble. His eyes were beginning to flutter and I could see his body twitching. Maybe he understood more than me and got an overdose. I'm not really sure what happened but I knew I had to help out my best friend. I got Stacey's attention and she immediately came out of girlspeak. She asked "what's up?" and I asked her if Bobby and I could go over and sit on the grass. She said, "sure but don't to go to far. We won't be too long." Now I knew those last words had different definitions for boys and girls. So I grabbed Bobby's arm and helped him over to the grass. Bobby came out of it pretty fast and he thanked me and I knew he would do the same for me. Stacey on Star Trek The other day Stacey and I had a very intense conversation and I have been doing a lot of thinking about what we both said. I'll try to write it down as best I can. We were both just sitting around killing some time in Stacey's back yard. I had been trying to ask her a question for some time. I finally got up the nerve. "Stacey why do you like me so much?" She immediately stopped fiddling with her shoes and turned her attention toward me. She didn't answer me immediately. She just looked at me appraising me for awhile. "I've always liked you Twig and I always will." "You mean even when you were younger," I asked. I've known you for seven years. Most of the time I thought of you like a brother. Our families have always done things together. You've always been around. She looked down at her shoes. I thought she was through but then she continued. "I see how you go to the cancer home and volunteer your time. I see how Bobby would do anything for you. I have experienced your sense of humor on more than one occasion. I see how you handle adversity. But most of all I love when you run. You fought your way through the pain and are almost the absolute best. I like it when you run and your blond hair flies all over the place. I just knew you were the right person for me. You fit me like a lock and a key." I thought for a second and then answered her. "I think your special too Stacey. You're good at absolutely everything and your extremely beautiful to boot. When you get older you can have any guy you want. Sometimes, I wonder why you want me?" "Don't underestimate yourself Twig. I don't." We booth were quite for awhile but I needed to say more. " I feel their's something special between us. I like who you are even if I get embarrassed sometimes. I know you can make me do anything you want. But I hope you won't. I know there is a key with me but I'm not sure if there is a lock yet. We are just so young. So much of our lives need to be lived before we can think about the future." I was surprised Stacey's was smiling. "I'm not going to make you do anything, Twig. But I feel we are going to get married..... someday. I can't explain it but I know it's going to happen. I know you get embarrassed sometimes but I have to be who I am. Stacey has to be Stacey and Twig has to be Twig. I like being good at sports. I like being in charge. I like being strong and powerful. If I changed I wouldn't be happy and we would never make it. I can't worry about what other people think it's more important to be true to yourself. To be truly happy you have to do that. Stacey sort of ran out of breath and we both paused again to think. "If the most important thing is to be true to ourselves why do we always want to be part of groups and gatherings and clubs?" I asked. "The U.S. Marine Corps wants to take you and scrunch you like putty, into a ball, and then remake you into another person." Stacey didn't answer right away. I thought I had her stumped. She was looking at her shoe again. Then she finally said, "Do you remember the Star Trek movie where they said (The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the one) and then later they said (The needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many.)" "I said I did." "Well Twig, that's what life is all about. It's about balance. The people who can balance the two the best in their lives are the ones who are the most happy and who get the most out of life. I didn't answer her and we went on to other things. I just wondered how Stacey acquired a forty year old mind in a fourteen year old body. She was my guru. She was just so awesome and I wondered how I was going to keep her. Just then I thought about Star Trek. I was surprised to think that it was so deep. Our New Neighbors The Haskell house had been up for sale for about three months. I was hoping that some family would buy the house, and they would have kids my own age. We needed some new blood in the neighborhood. I heard some rumors that the house had been sold to a family from Sweden and that they did indeed have some teenage children. Bobby who was usually the source of the rumors believed he saw the family when they were looking at the house and they appeared to be huge, I mean really tall. They had a daughter, he seen from a distance, and she was very tall herself and very blond. The house had a sold sign right after that and I wondered if Bobby's rumor was true. It would be a first time he was ever right. Stacey and the girls took a week off from school to attend a big karate competition in Seattle. The first few days I really missed her. It was the first time I was on my own for some time. As fate would have it that's when the Brombergs decided to move in. Bobby and I were playing basketball. The vacant house was directly across from the Bercam house. A van pulled into the yard and the Brombergs started to get out. Mr. and Mrs. Bromberg were very tall. They both had to be well over six feet, and even from a short distance they looked imposing. Then it started. Girls began to get out of the back seat. They were all very tall but not quite as tall as either of their parents. First one, then two, then three, and then a fourth. All were very blond and extremely well built. They were giggling and talking in pretty good English. Everybody was looking at the house. I noticed a couple of the girls looking in our direction. They said something to each other and I heard them laugh. I realized Bobby and I had been standing in the driveway and were staring with our mouths open. I guess this is another one of those involuntary reactions. Seeing a truly stunning girl had this effect on boys, and there were four visions from the opposite sex standing across the street. Five if you count the mother and she was a site herself. Bobby said, "lets go across the street an introduce ourselves." I had to agree. It was the neighborly thing to do. As we crossed the street the new family just kept getting bigger and bigger. They were easily much taller than my 5'7'' and Bobby's 5'9''. We passed the girls who all stopped to take a look at us now. Bobby walked up to the father and shook his hand. We both welcomed them into the neighborhood. He introduced himself as John Bromberg and his wife's name was Helga. He called the girls over and introduced them. The girls were all at least five inches taller than me and I felt like a little kid surrounded by this family. I wondered if Bobby felt the same. The oldest was Eva. She was in her second year of college and was transferring to the University of Colorado. Gundella or Gundy, as we would learn to call her, was a freshman and also going to U.C.. Both girls looked alike and both had very blue eyes. They were breathtaking and their bodies had more curves than a mountain highway. I could see a hint of muscularity on them that clothes couldn't hide, just like Stacey. I wondered, if all the girls were into bodybuilding and if it was some new fad or something. The third oldest was named Brome (pronounced like comb). She was just like her sisters. Except she had green eyes and that same predatory stare like Stacey. I gulped when I shook her hand. I knew, I was in trouble. She was a senior just like me and was starting at Steinem on Monday. The baby daughter was Inga. But baby just didn't seem to fit her. She was slightly taller than her sisters and I thought she would be as big as her mom when she was finished growing. She was a Junior and would be starting on Monday as well. All the girls had the same Scandinavian features. I thought to myself that God must have run out of carbon paper after he made this family. The girls looked a little like Stacey with not quite as high a cheekbone. Their features weren't as full as Stacey's but rather were more sharply defined. Brome, for instance, reminded me of a bird of prey while Stacey was more the jungle cat. The girls were all wearing baggy clothes suitable for a long drive. But their clothes really couldn't hide the incredible bodies I knew had to be underneath. Just then their moving van pulled up and they excused themselves to open the house. As we were leaving Brome called out my name and asked if I would like to show her around Steinem on Monday. I said, "I would be happy to." What a lovely accent, I thought, as Bobby and I walked across the street. I think we thought about Lisa and Stacey at the same time because we both looked at each other and said, "Oh..Ohhh! Bobby was a pretty cool customer, I had to admit, but I was panicked. Of course, Bobby wasn't the one that was going to show Brome around. He could afford to be cool. I never had Stacey mad at me and I didn't want to start now. I had to get out of this some how but I didn't want to make an enemy or have Brome mad at me. I didn't think making Stacey mad was good for my health. I envisioned some mashed fingers at least. Why did Bobby have to be right about this rumor for the first time in his life? On Sunday nobody was home at my house, so I called Bobby to see if he wanted to play some B ball. His parents were in Denver for the day. We had the house to ourselves. God! it was hot for September. It was going to ninety in the afternoon. We booth took a peak at the Bromberg home and it was quite. We started to play and lost ourselves in the fun of the game. Bobby and I were about even. That's why we never lost interest in basketball. He had just as much chance to win as I did. Today, I couldn't miss. As the last jumper went in I had won 11-6. I heard clapping and turned around to see Inga and Brome in the yard. I really couldn't understand how they made it across the street without me or Bobby seeing them. They were just too big a target. But there they were. They both had on halter tops and shorts. When I saw them all the breath went out of my body. I guess it was another one of those involuntary reactions. They walked over and Inga motioned for the ball. I threw it to her and she made about a fifteen footer. I clapped but I was used to seeing girls make shots. Actually, I wasn't use to seeing them miss. I was afraid they were going to ask if we wanted to play but I was hot and tired and I really didn't want to play anymore. At least I think that was the reason. The girls I found out had another idea. "Is it always this hot in Boulder," Brome asked. "No, this is real unusual," I told her. "I wish our pool wasn't drained," she said. "In Sweden swimming is like our national pastime. Do you think we could go swimming in your pool?" she asked Bobby. Bobby said something unintelligible, but was shaking his head yes at the same time so I think she understood. "Can we ask our other two sisters as well," Brome inquired. Bobby again shook his head yes, but he didn't try to speak this time. "We can have a pool party," Inga chimed in. We'll bring the refreshments and be back in twenty minutes. The girls smiled and started to walk across the street. Brome stopped and turned to look at me. "Your going to swim too, aren't you?" It was then my turn to say something completely unrecognizable. But I recovered quickly and said, "Yes." "Good... I did want to spend some time with you," Brome said. She then turned around and headed for her house. As I was running back to my house I did think about Stacey, but she still was four days away. What was wrong with going to a pool party anyway? It would have been rude not to accept as I made it back to my house in record time. I showered quickly and changed. I was ready in ten minutes. I wanted to beat the girls back. I didn't want to have poor Bobby meet them all by himself. After all, what are best friends for. As I got back Bobby looked panic stricken. "Should we meet them in the yard, or wait in the house or go to the pool?" He asked me frantically. "Lets wait by the pool they can see it from here and the gates open," I said. "No, no, no... you wait in the house and I'll wait by the pool. That way we have it covered," I corrected myself. The plan was in place. We each went to our perspective stations to wait. It was the longest ten minutes of my life. I was right the girls came right back to the pool area and Bobby came running out of the house. I'm sure we looked quite the sophisticated Americans to our new foreign guests. Inga and Eva were carrying a cooler and Bobby and I took it and put it by the picnic table. The girls were already by the pool and taking off their robes as Bobby and I turned around. They all were wearing matching silver bikinis. Our mouths opened again as I heard Bobby say, "I think I've died and gone to heaven." It wasn't original but it seemed to fit. There was so much bare female flesh my head started to swim. I know Bobby was a boob man and he had to be quite happy. All the girls were well endowed in that area. They all had to be "D" cups. I guess you could call me a leg man. At least that's where my eyes went first. All the girls were so tall it looked like their legs went on forever. They were so marvelously proportioned. No skinny sticks here and I was right about the muscles. These girls had to work out regularly. Their muscles looked just so right for those tall bodies. I had never seen any American girl who could compare. Except maybe for Stacey, of course. "Bobby do you remember that commercial about the Swedish Bikini team?" I asked him still staring at the girls. "I sure do," he said. "Well, I think their by your pool." Bobby laughed and replied, "If there really is a team they'd disband if they saw these girls." "Your right." I said, still admiring the view. By this time two girls were in the in the water. "Are you guys going to join us or just stare all day?" Gundy said, just before she dove into the water. Bobby looked at me and said, "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." As we got up speed and both jumped into the water. The Pool Party Everyone was having a great time. The girls were so friendly and it didn't seem like we just met. Eva was out of the pool and lying on a lounge chair getting some sun. It was hard not to stare. She had such an incredible body, but the other three were right there in the pool with us, just Bobby and I..."Wow!" I was sitting by the side of the pool. When Brome came swimming over. She stayed in the water but had her hands on the side of the pool for support. "I think we are going to like this new city," Brome said, smiling up at me. "On Monday do you think you can pick Inga and me up about seven thirty. I know you drive. That way you can show us the ropes." "I uh guess so." I stammered. "Greg, do you have a girl friend?" I searched for the right words. "I've been dating this girl for a few months," I managed to say. "Is it serious?" "She thinks it is. I'm not sure yet." I wasn't completely honest, what a wretch, I thought to myself. "Well I think I like you and I hear your a big track man." "Where did she hear that and was she asking others about me? "Greg, I think we're going to be real good friends." As she said this, she winked at me. The only thing running through my mind just then were the words to this Bruce Springstein song. "I'm going down, down, down, down." She got out of the pool and grabbed my hand. I got a view of her luscious thighs. She started walking and I followed silently. I still heard Bruce singing "down, down, down, down." We stopped by the diving board. The board just projected a little above the water. Inga had come over by the board too. She had Bobby's hand. "Do you guys like to dive." Brome asked. "Sure!" We both said simultaneously. "Good! she sang out. So do we." At the same time she bent her knees and moved her arms a little away from her body. "Jump on!" I wasn't a novice at what she meant. After all, I was dating Stacey but it still surprised me. I didn't have a chance to think of a reply. I felt two hands grasp me at the waist and lift me on to Brome's back. She immediately tightened her grip around my legs. I looked around and saw Inga smiling at me. "There's your little jockey, Brome. Now, I'll get mine." This was all happening so fast I really didn't know what to say. "Relax," Brome said. This will be fun and I don't think you can carry me." "Sure I can," I countered, as she started for the board. "Uh..huh," I think you better let Brome do the driving my little American friend." Just then I heard Eva yell over, "Inga, Brome be sure not to hurt them. We've just moved into this neighborhood." Brome took a running start and did a swan dive into the water with me holding on for deer life. Bruce was still singing, down...down...down...down. We hit the water and stayed submerged. Brome was swimming with powerful strokes underneath the water and I was dragged along with her. I felt like I was in one of those Flipper movies being dragged by the dolphin. I hadn't taken much of a breath and was beginning to panic a little. I hoped we would come up soon but I wasn't in control. We reached the shallow end in record time and Brome's legs were touching the bottom. We were in about waist deep water. She didn't let me go. We turned around just in time to see Inga doing a dive off the board with Bobby on her back. "You can put me down now," I said, a little forcefully. "I don't think so. Your a lightweight and I can hold you all day. Don't you want to see if we can do a somersault off the board?" I grabbed her real tight. It was a fear response to that last question of hers. "Not really!" I implored. "Don't worry my little American my legs are real strong. I can do it easily. Don't you think my legs are strong?" "They look very strong," I stammered. "There stronger than you can imagine. Maybe later, I'll give you a little taste of their strength. Would you like that?" "I don't think so," I said, but I was thinking about the possibility anyway. "Well, I think I could make you love it and even dream about it," she said laughingly. The somersault wasn't perfect but the degree of difficulty was high. My heart was racing. I had never been so scared in my life. Maybe it was because I had absolutely no control. For the next fifteen minutes the girls did a variety of dives. They were remarkably agile even with over a hundred pounds on their backs. Gundy sitting by the side of the pool and watching turned to Eva and said, "We've got to find a couple of college guys quick. I think, I'm jealous." "Don't worry we will but we'll have some fun with Bobby and Greg before the day is over." I heard that remark and it really sounded ominous to me. I was thinking about it as Brome carried me out of the water over to the side of the pool. I must have been on her back for at least twenty minutes but she didn't seem to mind my weight at all. "Let's change your position," she said, and I found myself being moved so that my legs straddled her waist. She dropped me a little so that my eyes were equal with hers. "Having fun?" She asked, putting one hand behind my head to press my face to hers. She kissed me with a long hard passionate kiss. To many sensations my head was spinning. I didn't think I could make a rational decision any time soon, but all the decisions were being made for me. She then lifted me onto her shoulders. She didn't even bother to put me down and do it the easy way. I was now perched on her shoulders with my head about nine feet off the ground. "Hey that looks like fun!" I heard Inga exclaim. I turned around and saw that Bobby was about to end up in the same position as me. Inga strolled over to us and I took a look at Bobby. He seemed to be enjoying himself. He had a real capacity to make the best of any situation. I really couldn't enjoy myself because Stacey's face kept creeping into my mind. "Hey! I have an idea," Brome exclaimed." I took a deep breath. I knew, I wouldn't like it. "Let's play basketball! Two on two. Or rather boy on girl's shoulders. "That sounds like fun." Inga giggled, as her and Bobby went to retrieve the basketball by the bushes. "We can't do that. People will see," I said, nervously. "Do you think anybody will be looking at you guys while were wearing our bikinis," Brome said, in a matter of fact tone. Brome then busied herself putting on her sandals. "Bring them back in ten minutes," Eva told the girls. "Will set the food out." Bobby and I found ourselves in the front yard as Brome and Inga argued over the rules. I was too busy looking to see if any of our neighbors were in view. Amazingly, the neighborhood was very quite on this warm day. The rules were simple the girls would dribble and the boys would shoot. The game was to five. Inga and Bobby were laughing and joking. Bobby didn't seem embarrassed at all. He just had a capacity to make the best out of any situation. "Loosen up Greg, have fun. I bet you never played basketball like this before?" Brome seemed to be reading my mind, what a surprise. "No, I never did," I had to admit. I was thankful Stacey and Lisa hadn't thought of it yet. We started and I was immediately amazed at how easily the girls moved around with our weight. The game was being played much faster then I thought possible. The girls obviously were athletes. Everybody seemed to be having a lot of fun but I still kept thinking about Stacey. The score was four to four when I noticed two little girls watching us. They must have been eight or nine. Brome noticed as well and called time and walked over to the girls. Brome gave them a little muscle pose. "Are they your boyfriends?" The smallest girl asked. "Yes, and if you exercise and work real hard you can do this to your boyfriends too." "I would like that. I know this boy who I would just love to beat up." "Do you see that house across the street?" Brome pointed to her house. "You and your girlfriend come over there sometime and I'll show you how to exercise." "That's great!" They both said, as they walked happily up the street. I thought, great!... another pair of Amazons in training. Bobby made a lucky shot and we lost. As we went into the backyard Brome addressed me. "I don't like to lose. It just doesn't happen to me. I think your going to have to pay a penalty later." "Bobby made a lucky shot," I said. "It wasn't my fault." "Are you saying it was my fault?" "No, No! It was just luck." I said, not liking at all how this conversation was going. "Well, If it wasn't my fault, as you said, then it has to be your fault, and I will have to punish you. I didn't ask how. I just hoped I could make her forget. Gundy and Eva had all the food laid out. When they saw us coming they came over and took us from their younger sisters. They said something about sharing. Bobby and I hadn't had our feet on the ground for almost forty minutes. We got cradled in the two older sisters arms and were taken to the picnic table. We ate sitting on the older sisters laps. Eva even fed Bobby and he loved it. Three of the four girls seemed to prefer Bobby. I, on the other hand, was a spoilsport. "I think it's time we go inside to finish our little party," Eva declared. Bobby and I looked at each other. Bobby seemed to like the idea. "Bobby's parents are supposed to be home at 5:00." I said, looking for a way out and telling a little lie. The girls looked at each other. It didn't seem to faze Eva in the least. "Brome, you and Inga clean up and you can have the boys back in an hour. The parties moving over to our house." With that she got up and effortlessly slung Bobby over her shoulder and started walking toward the gate. "I have to be going." I remarked, and tried to get off Gundy's lap. "You got to be kidding. The parties just getting started." She said, as she clamped her arms around my arms in a tight vice. She squeezed till all the air was out of my lungs with her confining grip. I couldn't draw in any air . My arms were being punished as well as my chest and blackness was swiftly enveloping my mind. Just before I passed out she let up so my tortured lungs could take in air. I didn't offer any more resistance as I too was slung over a female shoulder and carted off. We made our way across the street and I could hear the grass cutter running next door. I craned my head and could see that Mr. Preston had stopped the mower to gaze at the unusual site. He had his hand on his head and was scratching it. Just as I was about to do something odd. I was going to wave at him. I spied the forms of two people standing and staring at the precession as well. Oh no! It was the Costanzo brothers. I'm a dead man, I thought. Stacey's gonna kill me. "Aren't your parents home?" I asked Gundy, as we entered the house. "Nope, we can party long and hard," she laughed. Where was everyone? Was there some sort of parents convention today? At least if you needed a cop you could always find one at the local donut shop. I parted company with Bobby as we reached the top of the stairs. Brome went right and Gundy went left. As I looked back Bobby was waving to me with a big smile on his face. How could he forget about Lisa? I couldn't forget about Stacey. It wasn't as if I could control what was happening to me. Maybe this wasn't my fault. It would have been a dream come true six months ago. But when your girlfriends Wonder Woman, Xena, and Diana the Valkyrie all rolled into one.... enjoyment could be a very fleeting thing. I was dumped onto the bed. Gundy stood over me with her hands on her hips. She had a funny look on her face. "I have a girl friend and she isn't going to like this." I said, looking into Gundy's blue eyes. "She can have you after today. Although, you are sort of cute. If I were you, I don't think I would tell her about today." Gundy went to the door and closed it. She then started taking off her bikini top and bottom. "Take off your trunks," she commanded." "I don't think so." I didn't get a chance to say anything else. She dove on top of me. She got my wrists firmly entrapped in her hands and pinned them over my head. Her big boobs were smothering my face. As we struggled I could hear Gundy giggling. She was enjoying herself. She transferred both my wrists to a single hand and positioned her legs around my waist. "Let's try this." She started tickling me. I was very, very, very ticklish. She had me begging her to stop in a matter of seconds. I couldn't offer any resistance my hands were held and my lower body was immobilized. She had me helpless. Her free hand could roam over my upper body at will and find all my sensitive areas. All I could do was beg as I laughed hysterically. Gundy was enjoying my torment and I knew I would have to endure this for some time. "Please...Gundy, stop! Ha, ha, ha...Please..ha,ha, ha...Stop..Pleeasse!..stop. I begged and I pleaded and I begged again. My torment must have lasted for ten minutes. I promised her anything and everything. Finally, she stopped and looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to take your trunks off and I suggest you don't try anything or I'll tickle you till you pass out." She reached down and slowly inched my trunks off with her free hand. I didn't try to resist. "Hey your hung for a small guy." Her hand went to my penis and started to work it over. It responded immediately to her touch. This was a lot more pleasant then the tickling. Gundy continued to massage my now erect penis as she kissed me and put more pressure on my pinioned wrists. My mind started to go into that delirium state, I had experienced before, that only a strong girl could induce in a boy. The only way I can describe it is it's like a short circuit. My mind is given too many opposing sensations and thoughts all at once. It's a feeling of losing complete control of your will. You fight it but it's like trying to hold back an orgasm. It's just to pleasurable to give in and surrender control. I remember a philosopher saying that everything contains its opposite. I think it was Patrick Swasey in the movie where he was an angel...not the movie Ghost. He helps these kids to understand that success and failure are part of the same continuum like sound and light are a part of the same spectrum. Once you understand this they become easier to control. It's like that with my short circuit. You see this beautiful girl but she's so strong. She is soft in places but has such hard muscle. Your the boy and she's the girl but your not in charge. Your supposed to be stronger but your not. Sometimes she gives a mixture of pain and pleasure like I'm feeling right now between Gundy's thighs. I feel their power, yet I think how beautiful they look. There are just to many opposites in your mind all at once. It's just better to give in then to try to fight the different poles. Maybe, I understand but I sure can't control it. It's just sweeter to surrender. I lost control. First physically and then mentally. Gundy played my body like a violin. God! I hoped she knew how to play the clarinet. We were making great music together but she was playing her song. She was the Maestro and I was the orchestra. I didn't mind. Her overture was soft and sensual and seeped into every pore of my being. It lasted a long time and I could hear the violin chorus playing softly in the background and building slowly for the main body of her composition. I got direction to gradually increase the tempo, then all at once, I heard the woodwinds. They now momentarily dominated her work. Above it all the English horn playing it's song like no other. The flutes, piccolo's and bassoons giving sway to that one dynamic instrument. I felt the movement building to an immediate conclusion. My heart was pounding in my body adding a new instrument to the mix. But then the conductor abruptly changed her beat and indicated to me I should follow. I was brought back from the brink and the melody became more lyrical in her own arabesque style. From a great distance I could hear the altos blending into the violin chorus. It was a heavenly sound and heaven must have been near. Time had no meaning. My mind only concentrated on the music our bodies were playing. The melody was soft and almost haunting and I knew I would replay it's refrain over and over in my mind. Then all at once the brass heralded the closing movement. Again the beat quickened and I could hear my heart keeping time with the drums. They beat faster and faster and then with a frantic pace dominated the final moments. My body and mind exploded as the music peaked.... I opened my eyes and saw that my Maestro had been fulfilled at the very same moment. She had completed her work...perfectly. Gundy and I laid on the bed our arms entwined. I was no longer a virgin. I thought that it would be Stacey and I that would share this moment. I had betrayed her. How could I explain today to her? I knew, I would tell her everything. It was not possible for me to lie to her. I might lose her I thought as a tear came down my cheek. In that moment, I knew, I loved her. There was a lock and a key after all. The music that played in my mind was no longer sweet. Brome's New Boy Friend I woke up with somebody tapping my shoulder. It was Brome. I looked over and Gundy was rubbing her eyes. I guess we fell asleep. I had no idea what time it was. "I'm taking him, Gundy. Mom and dad will be home in a couple of hours and I need to talk with him for awhile." Brome grabbed my wrist, as she was talking, and half dragged me out of bed. She immediately started for the door. I realized I was naked and tried to cover myself with my free hand. "Bye Greg, We'll have to do this again the next time I'm home," Gundy said to my retreating figure. "He's mine. Your going to have to clear it with me first." Brome said to her sister as she led me out of the room. We marched into Brome's room and I was told to sit on the side of the bed. She sat next to me and held my wrist firmly in her hand. "You stink!" She said looking at me with those green eyes. "Brome, I think I should go home." The next thing I knew she was heading for her bathroom with me in tow. I was pushed into the shower stall as she took off her bikini. "I have a girl friend and she's not going to understand." She turned on the water and began to lather up her hands. "The waaaters cold!" "I like it cold. Now quiet while I wash Gundy off of you." She started to lather me up. I had to close my eyes as she soaped my face and upper body. I couldn't help it Greg Jr. was getting stiff as her hands rubbed over my body. Then she started on my bat and balls. I started to squirm with pleasure. "Don't you dare loose control or your punishment will be a lot worse." I tried to think of sports but her exploring hands commanded attention. Finally, she pushed me under the cold water. It shocked my body and kept me from having an orgasm. Punishment I thought as my mind could focus on other things. "Now wash me," she commanded. I soaped her fabulous body. Periodically putting my body under the cold water to dampen my ardor. It worked I was able to complete the job without losing control. She watched my manipulations with an amused look on her face. She was enjoying my struggle to obey her warning. She was a good five inches taller than me but she seemed even taller somehow in that cramped shower stall. Every so often, I would sneak a peak up at her and she always was staring down at me with that amused smile on her face. It made me feel even smaller and I tried not to look into those green eyes. I couldn't help but admire her body. Her breasts were huge but firm. The biggest I've seen on a girl her age. The muscles in her arms shown out in relief even though they were not straining or flexed. Her body tapered into an incredibly small waist with a strong muscular stomach. I tried not to look much at her inviting bush or those chiseled muscular thighs. A leg man could die just dreaming about those legs and I was definitely a leg man. She was such a mixture of femininity and strength. Opposites I thought and my head began to swim. I admired her as the water glistening on her young body made her skin even look fresher and more appealing to me. Women if they were forced to do something against their will could keep their mind separate and still hate their attacker. Men if they were forced physically by a woman, invariably their mind would follow. I thought this an unfair evolutionary trait. I had to overcome man's nature somehow and resist this beautiful young woman...and keep Stacey. There must be some piece to the puzzle I didn't understand. After we dried ourselves off, I found myself sitting next to her on the bed. She had been very quite through the shower and that made me even more nervous. "I have to talk to you about my girl friend Stacey," I said. "Later, it's time for your punishment and I'm your only girl friend that matters." In a quick cat like motion she grabbed my wrist. It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. I tried to pull her hand away from my wrist using both of mine. Her grip was too strong. Brome let me struggle till I gave up. I think she enjoyed my inept efforts. "Resistence is futile." She said, in an amused tone. Where did I hear those words before? Then I remembered. The Borg said that to their victims before they were assimilated. Civilizations would always struggle against the Borg but they would always lose in the end. Somehow, I had to struggle against Brome... and win but she was so strong, so overwhelming, and so irresisteable. With one quick motion she drew me across her lap and locked my legs between hers. She let go of my arm but her thighs held me firmly. "Time for your spanking. Remember I don't like losing at anything. This will also let you know that I'm the boss in our relationship and what I say goes." Whap! Whap! The blows started to reign down. Whap! Whap!... Man! she was strong and it really stung. Whap! Whap! But I wasn't going to give in so easy this time. Whap! Whap! Maybe, I thought the pain would wash my sins against Stacey away. Whap! Whap! I lost count at the number of blows. Whap! Whap! She was waiting to hear my cries and know that I broke. Whap! Whap! I remained silent and my world was pain. WHAP! WHAP! I must have really pissed her off. WHAP! WHAP! The blows were coming down harder now to my very red bottom. WHAP! WHAP! I almost let out a sob but I caught it just in time. WHAP! WHAP! I focused on Stacey's face in my mind and removed myself from Brome's fury. WHAP! WHAP! She couldn't hurt me now no matter how long I suffered.. I don't know how long she spanked me. I guess she got tired and stopped but I felt I had won. She pushed me shakily to my feet. I could hardly stand and the pain was returning to my mind. A burning searing pain it took my breath away and I could hardly hear Brome talking to me. "Still defiance in you eyes. I like that. It's going to be fun breaking you. But I will win in the end. I always win. I guess I'm going to have to deal with this Stacey person." "She's no ordinary girl. She's as strong as you...stronger and she knows karate." I said with pain racked pride. Brome looked at me and smiled. "I like challenges. There's four of us and we are all karate experts too. I beat up bigger and older boys for fun. I don't think I'll have trouble with a little girl." Was every female a karate expert? Maybe when I was running in the mountains the world had somehow changed. I looked at her magnificent body and knew I wasn't her physical equal. I was totally outclassed. For the first time in my life I wished I was bigger and stronger. I felt so helpless. I would have to trust in Stacey's abilities. All I could do for the moment was be true to her. I looked into Brome's eyes. Somewhere in the last few minutes I had lost my lust for this beautiful girl. Her eyes didn't look as green to me anymore. "You are my boy friend. What I say goes. You will be here at 7:30 tomorrow to drive me and Inga to school. At that time I'll let you know what further requirements I have for you. If you disobey me I will embarrass you at school. Do you think you would like getting embarrassed in front of your friends?" She stopped and let that last statement sink in." It's getting late and I want you to make me happy. Lay on the bed." I listened to her stoically as she sat on my face and pressured my head with her massive thighs. This wasn't the moment to fight her but I knew I wasn't being untrue as she ordered me to get my tongue busy. It was purely mechanical as I serviced her needs. Brome I thought was totally different than Stacey. She had a mean and cruel side to her nature. Stacey was warm and loving but I wouldn't want to be Brome when they met. Amazons were fierce and unforgiving fighters. The next few days were hell. I was no better than a slave. I had no time to study or run. I was too busy running errands for Brome or keeping her happy in her bedroom, which was a chamber of horrors to me. Her parents were usually home but it didn't stop her from making me wear her panties or putting make-up on my face. Sometimes she would lay on the bed watching TV and I would be made to suffer between her thighs. She kept me this way sometimes for hours. I struggled at first but she must have been twice as strong as me. I found it better not to struggle. I think she really enjoyed my futile efforts and she didn't enjoy my passive response. This may have been a very minor victory for me but any victory heartened my resolve. I wanted to tell my parents. But this just didn't seem like a viable option for a boy. I had to defy her with Stacey at my side and Stacey would be home tomorrow. I decided to call Stacey in Seattle. I just didn't know what to say to Stacey and how much to tell her over the phone. I decided to play it by ear. "Hi Stace! It's me twig." "Twig, I really missed you. Have you missed me?" "Yes, you can't imagine how much." "We won the overall championship. I won combat and Su Lyn won weapons. We beat an all boys team in the finals. They were really embarrassed but they shouldn't be. They were very good and I would have been happy for them if they had won. I think they were surprised how good we were but they were quite nice in the end." "I'm happy Stace but I knew you'd win. I wish I could have gone. It would have solved all my problems." "What's the matter Twig?" "A new family has moved into the neighborhood. They have four girls. One of them is my age and her name is Brome. She's huge and much stronger than me. For some reason she likes me." I paused to gather my thoughts. But like always Stacey was way ahead of me. "Has she made you do things you don't want to?" "She says I'm her boyfriend and she's threatened me by saying she'll embarrass me at school. She could do it too. Your going to hear things when you come back but I didn't have any choice." "The Bitch!.... Is that all Twig?" ....."No, But I want to tell you the rest when were together and I can look you in the eyes. Their is four of them and they now Karate too. They all must be six feet tall and their all god-awful strong. Stace, I think we should face them together but I'm scared. I'm not sure they will listen. They probably will get violent." "I want to hear the rest Twig but maybe it's best I wait till after this is settled. I might kill someone. Don't forget I have the girls if I need help. I don't want you involved. I gulped, Stacey was mad. "I want to help. It's important to me." "I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" I looked down at the floor and said, "I guess not." I told her I would pick her up at the airport and that I was going to skip school tomorrow. We planned to confront Brome as soon as possible. After my talk with Stacey, I felt better about a lot of things. The Confrontation I was up early the next morning. I didn't sleep well. There was just too much on my mind. Stacey's plane was due in at 10:00 AM. I planned to leave early to avoid Brome. I actually felt better than I had in days. Things were looking up, I thought. I left the house and walked to my car in the drive. I was humming a little tune. Before I could open the door, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "I thought you'd try something like this. Don't you think I knew Stacey was due home today." I turned around and saw Brome and Inga smiling at me. I looked around trying to find an opening to run. If I got a slight lead, I knew they couldn't catch me. As they walked closer, I took off at the best angle away from them that was left to me. For a second I thought I was going to make it. Brome was just to quick. She tackled me on the lawn. After you fight and lose to someone a few times you become psychology defeated as well. You just don't fight as hard because you think you can't win and it becomes self fulfilling. I tried to overcome this mind set and actually fought quite brilliantly. It took her all of about twenty seconds to subdue me. That was a big improvement. Unfortunately, for me the result was still the same. I found myself flat on my back looking up into her smiling face. "This is the last time you defy me. Today you get tamed and you can forget about Stacey." The next thing I knew I was sitting on Brome's lap in my car. She had taken her nylons off and tied my hands behind my back. Inga had given Brome her nylons as well and I found a couple stuffed in my mouth to keep me quite. Inga had found some duck tape in my trunk and my mouth was taped shut. My legs were tied with the last nylon. We drove around waiting for Brome's parents to leave for work. During this time Brome explained our new relationship to me. It didn't sound too bad. That is if you were a German Shepherd. Punishment and strict obedience were mentioned a lot. I felt I would be wearing a leash soon if I couldn't get away somehow. Brome kept talking but I hardly heard her. I was wondering how I got myself in this mess. I was so happy just a few days ago. It was my damn blond hair, I thought. Women just couldn't resist blondes. I resolved to wear it short or dye my hair if I got out of this somehow. Brome dumped me on the couch in the den and I was told to expect another spanking. She promised it would be worse than the first one but she was going to take care of Stacey first. I didn't think it was possible to get spanked any worse than the first one. Then I thought of belts and hairbrushes and stuff like that. At that moment, I lost all hope. All four sisters were there and waiting for Stacey to show. I guess they wanted to meet her on their turf. A couple hours passed and I was getting more and more nervous. I hoped Stacey wouldn't come here by herself. I hoped Stacey wouldn't come here at all. I couldn't bare it if she got hurt. I'll take my lumps and get out of this somehow, I thought. Just then the door bell rang. I immediately heard loud voices. One I recognized as Stacey's. She came for me. All of a sudden a tremendous commotion broke out. I could hear things being broken and women yelling and screaming. I could hear something shatter against a wall. I pictured a lamp just missing one of the combatants. Then loud thuds and thwacks could be heard. That was fist on flesh and hard kicks. I tried to picture in my mind if this was a fight like you see in the karate movies or if it was more like a hair pulling wrestling contest. Just then I heard a loud thud. I think that was a head going through a wall. Then I realized this was like neither of those conceptions. It was more like a gang fight where everything goes. The women would use everything at their disposal, objects, fists, legs, and their teeth and talons. From the uproar I wondered if men fought this mercilessly. I didn't think so. Then I heard this blood curdling scream. It reached down to the core of my being. Kim Bassinger would have been proud of that scream. I tried to picture what happened to that unlucky girl but my mind wouldn't go there. The battle raged on unabated for several minutes. I knew their would be no winner in this fight. From the number of objects crashing and breaking the living room would have to look like a tornado hit it. I heard a series of loud smacks somebody was really getting slapped or more probably a series of kicks to the face. Then that noise stopped and I knew who ever was on the receiving end of that fury was out of action for good. I heard this tremendous thump. That had to be a body slam. Then I heard a succession of thumps. Somebody was getting slammed over and over. That was it for that person, I thought. The commotion slowly started to die down to a roar. There was less combatants left and individual fights could almost be made out. It sounded like there was still two fights going on. But the noise kept decreasing steadily and then it stopped and it was very quite. I took a deep breath and wondered who would walk through the door. A few minutes passed and the waiting was unbearable. Too many pictures where running through my mind. Then the door opened..... It was Stacey!...Thank God....It was Stacey! I felt like crying I was so relieved. As she walked closer I could see her face. Her lip was cut and there were scratch marks on her cheek. Below her left eye was a large bruise. I knew she'd have a black eye tomorrow. She untied me and then we hugged and kissed. She winced and there was pain in her left shoulder. She grabbed my hand and said, "lets go twig. I want to hear the whole story." I gulped. "Did anybody get injured?" "Su lyn, Lisa and I are fine. But you should see the other guys." She had a real strong hold of my hand and it hurt a little but I didn't mind. I felt safe for the first time in days. The living room was trashed. I noticed there was not one but two holes in the plaster. Just the right size if they were made by heads. Lisa was sitting on a chair. Remarkably it was the only object in the room that remained undamaged. She had a hanky and was trying to stop a nose bleed. I wondered if it was broken. All her clothes were ripped and shredded. They looked like they had been through a leaf shredder. Su Lyn was going around to the fallen sisters checking them where they lay in various positions on the floor. Su Lyn looked fine no marks and her clothes were neat. She must be something, I thought. I was glad she was on our side. Then I saw Brome. She was draped over the top of a love seat, her ass sticking up in the air. I couldn't see how badly she was hurt but she was definitely out for the count. "Are they all right?" Stacey inquired. "Yea, their tuff bitches," Su Lyn replied. "They will be coming around soon. But I don't think they'll be bothering us for awhile. They will have a lot of explaining to do to their parents." "I'd like to hear that story," Stacey replied. Lisa looked at me and asked, " Was Bobby involved in this?" "You better ask Bobby." "Boys!" she said, with an exasperated look on her face. Stacey gave my hand a pretty good squeeze. I felt pain. "Let's go. Twig, has some explaining to do." We all marched out the door and Lisa closed it. It fell off it's hinges and rested on the wall. As Stacey and I walked to her house I remembered Brome saying she doesn't like to lose and I shuddered. I tried to think what I was going to say to Stacey. I remembered an old Taxi episode where Latka was unfaithful to his wife in a snow storm. As soon as his wife saw him she knew he had been unfaithful. Women had this uncanny knack. I would tell her everything and leave nothing out. The truth can be painful but it seemed to cauterize wounds and not create more. It took me a half hour to tell my story. Stacey never once took her eyes from mine. I left nothing out. I told her I could have initially avoided the pool party. Some of the blame was definately mine. I told her about Gundy. I was feeling great emotion and a tear came down my cheek. She caught it with one of her fingers. She just stared at it. I then had to tell her those two words that men have been telling women since the dawn of time. "I'm Sorry" Why women still believed us I wasn't sure. But I had to say it, it was an imperative. I know sometimes Lisa would give Bobby a strange look and he would automatically say that he was sorry. He didn't even know why he said it or for what reason. Oh, women sometimes say their sorry to men. Their are all shades of possibilities in the human spectrum. It's just that the ratio of apologies from men to women and from women to men is about a kazilion to one. Sometimes we think that the woman is wrong and after about a minute of discussion, we apologize. I'm not sure how or why that happens but it usually does. I asked my dad about this once and he just smiled at me and said there are some big unanswerable questions in life. Like what happened before the big bang and why Bill Clinton was elected president. Oh, we can think about these questions but there just isn't any answer for them. Dad then told me what he does and it sounded like good advice. He gives mom candy or flowers every two weeks and once a week he apologizes. More if he was especially dumb. This seems to keep her happy. I thought about all of this, as I apologized, but it seemed to me there was some good reasons. I made a mistake. That mistake hurt Stacey and yes, I loved her. I definitely didn't want to lose her. I was honestly sorry. I hoped she would believe me. to be continued......