Julie moves on part 3. Down at the Beach by Musclehead "Timmy, go into the bathroom while we get dressed. We don't want you to see us in our suits yet." "I've seen both of you totally naked, I've seen your pussies up close. What difference does ... ... ." "Timmy, Julie can probably come pretty close to doing to your body what she did to that guy's a little while ago, even if you are a lot stronger than he was. It simply wouldn't matter to Julie. Now, it would be best if you do as you're told. You might as well take your clothes and get dressed. And maybe run your dick under some cold water so you can get it into your pants." Monica made a motion with her hand. "Now run along, and don't come out until we tell you. And obviously, don't peek." "But ... ." "Go." A little while later they were on their way to the beach, a cooler full of water and fruit dutifully carried by Timmy. Both women were wearing these long white robes that were so popular as beach cover-ups. They were pleasantly surprised when they got down to the beach and joined Timmy's group, all recent graduates. They were obviously a bunch of jocks, both the boys and the girls. Monica turned to Julie. "No wonder Timmy here appreciated our muscles." "Just what I was thinking." Everyone, girls included, were very fit, with some obvious muscle, not at Monica and Julie's level, but it was obvious that most of the girls did more than just aerobics, and that they had loads of potential. It turns out that among the girls, there were some cheerleaders and some track athletes and field hockey players, along with a few volleyball players. So when the women took off their robes, they did it in front of a very appreciative audience. All the girls immediately surrounded Julie and Monica, wanting to know what sports they played, what their workout routines were like, etc. All the boys stood there with boners and tongues hanging out. Yes Julie and Monica were very muscular, but they were so much more. They didn't look like bodybuilders or even fitness models. They looked like what they were, awesome athletes, trained to perfection, oozing not only strength but irresistable sexuality. They were, simply put, the ultimate in strong, proud womanhood. And all these female high school athletes instantly knew that they wanted to be just like the older women. They would have been shocked to find out that Julie was a mere two years older. They didn't ask dumb questions like whether Julie and Monica were stronger than most men. It was obvious. In fact, most of the recent graduates, while not yet stronger than their jock boyfriends, were all stronger than average guys from their school. But after seeing how these two women could be so incredibly hot and still be stronger than even well trained men, well, they all saw surpassing their male jock counterparts as something they themselves could attain, the evidence was right there in front of them. Julie and Monica decided to just hang for a while and catch some rays. Julie had gotten a little bit of sleep the night before, but she didn't think that Monica had, pretty sure that the older woman had been engaged in sexual activity all night long. In spite of her own otherworldly energy levels, she was in awe of Monica's, and was soon about to be even more stunned. Julie dozed off in the lounge chair that one of the guys, obviously enamored of her, had offered to her. She woke to one of the girls pulling on her arm. "Come on, Julie. It's the boys against the girls. Football." "I've never played before." "Really? I would have that that a girl like you would play just about everything." "Well, I've seen it played, but I never liked football players when I was in high school. Most of them were jerks, so I just stayed away from that sport." "Really? I guess we're pretty lucky. Most of our guys are totally cool. We're all color blind, we have no problem with gays, even the football players, and the guys don't seem to mind our muscles. There's probably one or two guys with issues, but most are pretty cool. Anyway, wanna join us?" "Well, I do seem to be able to pick up any sport very quickly. A few years ago this guy at the gym, a real asshole, challenged me to a boxing match. He was a "golden gloves" something or other and I had never boxed. By the time we were done, he wound up in the hospital and I had had a wonderful time using his broken nose for my own sexual gratification." "Oh, that's so cool. I'd love to be able to do that." "You look pretty strong already. Keep training and you won't ever have to take any crap when it comes to sex, and if you want to do it your way, you'll be able to make it happen your way. Anyway, back to the football, ... .." "I'm sure you'll do fine. It's just for fun anyway. By the way, since we're all jocks and in great shape, not like you and your friend, but still pretty good, anyway, we play tackle. In the sand it's no big deal." "By the way, where's my friend, Monica?" "Oh, she took off running with one of the guys. Before they disappeared down the beach, she had dropped him like he was standing still, even with her short legs. She's amazing." "That she is. You don't know the half of it." "I'll bet he wants to fuck her." "I'm sure he does, most guys do. But nobody fucks Monica unless she lets them. She does things her way, just like me." As it turned out, there were an even amount of guys and girls without Julie, so she just sat and watched, absorbing like a sponge the way the game was played. The girls were very competitive but the guys were starting to pull away. The score was five touchdowns to two when one of the girls twisted her ankle, and Julie went in to substitute. They put her on the line and told her to try to get to the quarterback. The poor guy who was trying to block her wound up flat on his back as she ran him over. The guy with the ball tried to elude her and almost slipped by, but she reached out to the side and brought him to the ground with one arm. The guys decided to put a bigger guy on her, but to no avail. After she pushed him aside, she hit the runner so hard that he fumbled the ball and one of the other girls scooped it up, ran downfield and made the score five to three in touchdowns. The game had very suddenly changed, the fired up high school girls elevating their game in the presence of such an amazing athlete, who had picked up how to play just by watching. When they got the ball back after forcing the guys to punt, on the first play Julie ran for a touchdown, none of the guys being able to bring her down. She was just too strong for even any two of them. Five-four. The girls won the game in pretty much of a rout, Ten touchdowns to five, the guys having never scored again. Most of the guys, all except one in fact, took it in stride. They were all so amazed by Julie power and natural athletic ability, but the truly hard to believe part of the afternoon hadn't happened yet. Monica had returned from her run, as fresh as when she left, although drenched in sweat, the glistening moisture only serving to highlight her beautiful musculature. The guy she was running with arrived back about five or so minutes later. While she looked like she could go out for another run and wasn't even breathing hard, he looked pretty well drained, struggling to catch his breath. Even Julie, who knew her friend so well, was taken aback by Monica's seemingly inexhaustible energy. After all, Julie had slept a little the night before and napped on the beach, but Monica had been up all night, engaged in almost non-stop, enthusiastic sex, and had gone for a fast run while Julie napped. A little background on Monica: There are people out there, guys, who don't work out, but who work for a living, carpenters, plumbers, etc. They will brag, over a beer, that they can bench their bodyweight, as a barometer of how strong they are, from the work they do. The fact is they can't. Most of them would be lucky to force up half to two thirds of their weight, although they're probably stronger than guys who work at desk jobs. Years ago, a well-known bodybuilder, Charles Glass, who before he did bodybuilding, was a gymnast while in college. Supposedly, he had never touched a weight in his life, and the first time he tried, he benched twice his bodyweight. He wasn't the only one capable of this. Evidently there were a lot of gymnasts who could do it. It's a sport that requires enormous strength, strength that's built just from doing the sport. When a weight training regimen is added, the already formidable strength levels skyrocket. Monica had been one of those gymnasts who did that amazing thing, doubling her bodyweight in benching the very first day that she ever stepped foot in a weight room. It was a feat of strength arguably more impressive than Charles Glass's. Because she was female? No, actually it was because, whereas he was a twenty something college graduate when he did it, she was thirteen and hadn't yet hit puberty. Monica had started gymnastics, as so many girls do, very young, four to be exact. She had already exhibited signs of being unusually strong before she started, and she was agile and quick. When she was ten, she beat her older brother in an impromptu wrestling match. He was fourteen at the time, and outweighed her by quite a bit. He was not a wimpy kid, participating in a lot of sports himself but she pretty much had her way with him, a lot quicker and surprisingly stronger too. Monica's father knew right away that she was special, and he cultivated her talents carefully, while imbuing her with an important lesson, if you're strong, both physically and mentally, no one can take advantage of you. She learned her lessons well. But another factor had an equal impact on her. Although all through high school, she was the best all-around athlete, bar none, it was the guys who got all the attention. Ever since then, she was on a mission to show anyone who held fast to the belief that women couldn't compete with men, that that was all it was, a belief, not a reality. And, while she wasn't mean-spirited, in the midst of competition, she loved to taunt. Quite frankly, the only time Monica wasn't in competition was when she was sleeping, or working, her job revealing the other side of her personality, working with poor children to try to help them have a better life. And, as so often goes with the territory, when someone is as fit, as strong and physically perfect as Monica, the libido is also more elevated than the average person, and when she needed to teach some neanderthal a lesson, she used her sexuality to prove her superiority, the guy usually winding up being forced to service her in a most oral way. So it goes without saying that Monica was an outlier. But she was so much more than that. In his book by the same name (Outliers) the author talks about the ten thousand hour rule, that you don't really start becoming an "expert" until you've had ten thousand hours of practice. Considering that she had been doing gymnastics since she was four, and had never stopped practicing even after she stopped competing, coupled with fighting of various sorts since she was ten, she probably had double that amount of hours in each endeavor. Yes, it could be said that Monica was an outlier's outlier in both sports, indeed, in every physical activity, including sex. Throw in all the weight training since she was thirteen, she was nothing short of amazing. She hit puberty not too long after that first experience with the bench press, and her strength levels got frightening quickly. While Julie was also uniquely gifted and had come so far so quickly, and it was generally assumed that, pound for pound, they were equals, it probably wasn't true. Whereas Julie destroyed everyone she came in contact with in wrestling, or fighting, she was proportionally closer in size to her opponents. The fact was that Monica had the same devastating effect on opponents who were much, much bigger than she was. If you took her strength and skills and made her the same size and weight as Julie, she would probably prevail in a head to head encounter. It would be close, much closer than with any other opponent, but all that experience, coupled with fifteen years of hitting the weights compared to four, well, it just made sense. Not that Julie would have a problem with that. After all, Monica had been her mentor. If it wasn't for her guidance, Julie probably wouldn't have come so far so quickly, in spite of her God given talent. Plus, as her father had recognized, Monica had the heart of a warrior, a killer instinct, (competitive-wise, not literally) and a chip on her shoulders, going back to when she neared the end of her school years, due to the lack of attention she got for her physical talents compared to the male jocks. So, this afternoon at the beach, Monica was about to show everyone yet another over-the-top talent. Yes, Julie had seen her play beach ball (volleyball) before. Indeed, it was another sport that Monica had taught Julie, and Julie herself was a great player, mastering the sport as quickly as she had other ones. But to see any five foot person hit the ball on a man's eight foot net was amazing, and while in the twenty-first century, it should be understood that women were catching up to men, it was still even more startling to see a five foot woman blast the ball the way Monica did. But Monica didn't just hit the ball, she hit the ball extremely well. And today she was going to put on a clinic that amazed even Julie. Anyone who has played volleyball knows that having good jumping ability is important, even more-so for beach players and critical for players under six feet tall. Julie was a great jumper, a good four feet out of the sand. Anything over two and a half feet is a good jump, three feet is excellent and four feet is a fantastic jump. Once again, Julie's god given physical talents and her powerful legs put her in that fantastic range. Anyone who has seen gymnastics has to marvel at out high some of those little females fly into the air during tumbling routines. Monica's constant gymnastics from an early age certainly helped her defy gravity, but in addition, when her father started her fighting training, he set up a punching speed-bag at eight feet of height and she had to train herself to kick the bag. As with most fighters, she kicked upwards at the bag for a very long time, but because of her single minded dedication to being the best at everything she did, Monica would practice for hours. Eventually her legs, already strong from gymnastics, got so strong, her jump was more like a rocket going off. So her Dad had to move the bag outdoors because she needed more head clearance. She was starting to be able to kick straight out which meant that, yes, Monica was one of the few people in the world who could jump five feet straight up. It really had to be seen to be believed, a five foot tall woman powering herself out of the sand so that she was another complete body height off the ground. Add a short, muscular arm to the picture and she hit the ball from about three feet above the top of the net. None of these high school boys, even the guy who was six-three, was even going to get near blocking one of her awesome spikes, no one was going to dig any of them either. Timmy, and the tall guy, who, coincidentally was the one who wasn't all that happy with Julie's football dominance, wanted to play mixed doubles, but the girls were having none of it. "Monica and I are partners, we'll play against you two." "You're kidding, right? We'll eat your lunch." The tall guy was pretty cocky. He needed to be taught a lesson. Timmy knew better. On the first play of the game, the tall guy, Nick, had a really nice hit, which Monica read perfectly and after putting up a nice, soft pass to Julie, who put up an outside set, and Monica had a beautiful hit down the line. It was a pretty great jump by most standards, in the three and a half foot range foot range, and everyone watching expressed their amazement with appreciative cheers. Monica turned back to Julie with a shit eating grin on her face. "They didn't block. I guess they're underestimating us. Big mistake." Monica intentionally served the next serve into the net. Side out. After seeing how well little Monica had hit, they served to Julie. Another big mistake. The set was right in the middle of the net and she absolutely crushed the ball, much harder than Monica had done. Surely the guys would go back to serving Monica after that, assuming, correctly, that they'd never dig a hit like Julie had just shown them. Monica didn't actually didn't have to wait for a serve to show off again. After Julie served a floater to Nick, he spiked the ball in Monica's direction in order to avoid letting Julie get another chance to hit. Stupidly he didn't try to block. The set was perfect, and Monica really unleashed this time, her jump as spectacular as anyone there had ever seen, Julie included. Monica came down over top of the ball, striking it at about face level, still about two feet above the net, and burying it in the sand only about a foot from the net. "You'd better try to block next time, big boy, and trying is all you'll be able to do." Thus began the taunts. Monica looked over at Timmy, who was as in awe of this little powerhouse's ability to jump and hit as he was of her sexual prowess the night before. "How'd you like that, Timmy?" She didn't need an answer. He was clearly aroused, his shorts tenting out in front of him and betraying his excitement for all to see. As Monica trotted back to Julie, who was pretty aroused too, that pouty, lower lip sort of hanging, her mouth open a little. "That was amazing Monica. I know you can do just about anything, but I've never seen anyone jump like that. Your jump was as high as you are tall." "Babe, I think I'm getting into a zone here. I can't hit as hard as you, but who can? I'm almost there, but I know I can jump higher, so seeing a little shrimp like me hitting the ball from that high above the net is more spectacular, don't you think? Will you defer and let me put on a show here?" "Sure. What do you want me to do?" So, when the girls were receiving serve, Julie went up to the net and let Monica take the whole court, assuring that she'd be the one hitting. And if the guys spiked at Julie, instead of passing, she would turn her pass into a set, and Monica would hit on the second touch instead of the usual third. In addition to being able to jump higher than almost anyone in the world, Monica had the unique ability to jump up and towards one side or the other as she was rocketing up. She let out a little high pitched grunt with each marvelous hit, and the taunts continued. On the next play, as she exploded out of the sand, Nick prepared to block, positioning himself to the right of her in order to block her crosscourt shot, and Timmy moved to the left to the part of the court where Mark was hopefully forcing her to hit, to his left. But as she propelled herself upwards, she was also drifting to the right. "NOBODY there," she yelled emphasizing the word as she slammed the ball down completely to the right of Nick's block, far away from Timmy's defensive position. A few minutes later, as Monica bounded upwards, drifting to the right, he was able to anticipate her jump, but no matter. Monica twisted in mid-air, putting the ball down to the left of his block, with equal authority. "NOBODY there either." And so it went. "TRY to stop me." "MISSED again." "PATHETIC." "RIGHT over top of you." "Are you even JUMPING?" By the time three games were over, Nick was hardly even getting off the ground with his weaker and weaker attempts at jumping to block. But Monica was getting more energy and her taunts more and more abusive. On the last play of the game she simply let out a loud karate style cry as she buried the ball in the sand at Timmy's feet right over Nick's block, the tips of his fingers hitting her lower abs as he reached, that's how high she was above him. The match was a total rout and Nick was completely humiliated by the mighty mite. And he was pissed. The only one of the group of high school graduates who wasn't so accepting of female superiority, the taunting had the intended effect of making him loose his temper. He came over and got right in Monica's face, leaning forward, hoping to intimidate her. Monica just stood there with her muscular arms hanging down at her sides as he put his hands up in a fighting stance, actually the correct way, as if he had had some experience. This guy might have been a lot bigger than her, but he had just graduated from high school and her skill at fighting would be way beyond his. She knew that she was stronger than him in spite of his size, and with her speed and so many years of fighting experience, could easily destroy him. "Come on, big boy, it was all in good fun. Can't you take a little ribbing? "You were intentionally trying to humiliate me." "Of course, that's what competition is all about. Timmy got humiliated too. He never even put a hand on any of my hits, probably the first time that's happened to him. But he doesn't seem to mind. In fact he's turned on by how much better I am than either of you guys." "Well he's a freak and so are you." Just as it appeared that there was going to be a brawl, Julie noticed Rick sitting off to the side, having arrived in time to see Monica's last few awesome hits. A light-bulb went off in Julie's head. She quickly stepped in between Monica and Nick. "Now, now, Nick. You wouldn't want to get into a fight with Monica." She took him by the hand and started to pull him away from her. "You saw how great a volleyball player she is." She started to lead him down the beach until they were out of earshot. "What if she was a really good fighter, too? She didn't seem all that intimidated by you in spite of how much bigger you are." "She was trying to mock me." "Yeah, she's a little over the top sometimes, but she doesn't mean anything by it. But if she beat you in a fight, you'd really, really feel humiliated." "She'd never beat me. My Dad has been teaching me extreme fighting skills for five years." "Okay, so if you beat up a five foot tall woman on a public beach. You'll probably get arrested. Are you calmed down now?" "I guess so." "Are you really good, you know, fighting?" "Yeah." "Ewww. That turns me on. I'd like to see you fight. Tell you what. There's this place over on 7th street that has MMA fighting every weekend night. Anyone can enter, and the competition is pretty good. The winner gets prize money. And if you'd win, you'll get me as a prize as well. How'd you like that." "You're really hot. I'll bet you're great in bed." "Oh, I am. I'm incredible. And you, I've heard that tall lean guys are all cock. Is it true?" "I'll rock your world." "And yours will be rocked tonight as well. I guarantee it. Bring your friends to watch you fight." They went back to where all the other people were. Nick rejoined the guys, who were all hanging around staring at the diminutive super athlete, while all the girls were crowding around her, wanting to know more about her training routine, etc. Julie went over to greet Rick. "Hi, babe. You look great. Your little friend there is as amazing looking as you. What a volleyball player. I've never seen anyone jump like her." "She is incredible." "I'm glad you stopped that guy from going after her. He's so much bigger, he might have really hurt her." "Not a chance. You think I'm a good fighter, you should see her." "She could beat you?" "No, but if she were the same size as me, she'd probably kick me ass." "What did you tell that guy to calm him down?" "Oh, I said he'd get arrested if he beat her up here on the beach. And I told him he should come to your club tonight and show me his fighting skills. I said if he won the little contest, he'd not only get the prize money, he'd get to fuck me." "I thought I was going to have you again tonight." "Don't worry, you will. He's not going to win. He's going to fight Monica." "Oh, you are so bad. Does she know that you've set this up? And does he know?" "Not yet. Either one of them. But I'm sure she'll love the idea. By the way, you'll probably need to clear out the club again tonight because she'll probably put him in the hospital. Make sure he signs the waiver."