Jordon
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Andrew was pleasantly surprised when he unexpectedly heard from his high school crush.  He had no idea just how pleasant or surprising things would soon become....


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As Andrew put down his telephone, he could hardly believe he'd just spoken

to Jordan Bennett. Jordan was a girl that Andrew went to high school

with. She was the "IT" girl at Central High - the head cheerleader, the

prom queen and the female lead in every school play. She was the girl that

the other girls wanted to be and the boys wanted to be with. Not only was

she gorgeous, but she was also a straight "A" student.

After high school Jordan just sort of dropped off of everybody's radar.

"Whatever happened to Jordan Bennett?" was a major topic of conversation at

their five year high school reunion. Now that the ten year reunion was

approaching, maybe Andrew would be able to answer that question.

What was even stranger than getting a call from Jordan was the reason that

she called. She told Andrew that she knew someone who was thinking about

getting into wrestling and she wanted to know if Andrew would test that

person and maybe give them some wrestling tips. It's true that Andrew was

a state champion wrestler for two years in a row in high school. He even

attended college on a partial wrestling scholarship, but he hadn't wrestled

in years.

Like all the other young men in high school, Andrew had a crush on Jordan.

In fact, with Andrew, it was more than just a crush. But he never acted on

it. He and Jordan didn't exactly run around in the same circles. Jordan

was the Queen Bee of Central High and Andrew was pretty much of a lowly

worker.

The only reason they really even knew each other was because their names

were close together alphabetically, (Andrew's last name was Benson).

Because of this, they usually sat next to each other in whatever classes

they shared.

Even though they didn't socialize outside of school, they got along very

well. In fact, although Andrew didn't know it at the time, the attraction

between them was mutual. Andrew was totally oblivious to the fact that

Jordan flirted with him shamelessly. He just wasn't savvy enough about the

mysterious ways of females to realize it. It wasn't until at least two

years after graduation after Andrew gained a little more experience that it

dawned on him that Jordan would have gone out with him if only he'd asked

her.

It wasn't as if Andrew was some kind of pariah in high school. He was well

liked by most of his classmates and respected for his athleticism. He was

also considered good looking. But he was quiet and rarely attended

parties. He mostly hung out with a small group of close friends, none of

whom were part of the "in crowd".

Meanwhile Jordan always seemed to be dating the captains of the football or

basketball teams. Wrestling didn't garner nearly as much attention. Plus,

back then, things that don't seem very important now - such as which clique

one belonged to - seemed all important. And so for Andrew, Jordan was the

big unrequited love of his youth.

Besides, Andrew dated a captain of a basketball team as well. For two

years off and on he dated Ethyl Schlockmeyer, the captain of the girls'

basketball team. But that didn't dampen his love for Jordan.

Ethyl was taller than Andrew by a couple of inches. She had a pretty face

and a fit, muscular body. In fact, Ethyl was too muscular for most of the

boys' tastes. But Andrew liked muscular girls. Unfortunately, Ethyl's

body was perhaps a little too masculine looking. She was noticeably

lacking in feminine curves.

When Jordan called to ask for Andrew's help, he was so enchanted by the

sound of her voice that he said he'd be glad to help without really

thinking it through. When Jordan asked him if he knew a private gym where

they could get together, he said, "Why don't you come over to my place."

He explained that he had a gym with a large tumbling mat in his basement.

Jordan seemed delighted by that suggestion and so a few directions later,

they made a date to meet at his house that upcoming Saturday. It wasn't

until after they were off the phone that Andrew began to wonder who Jordon

could know who was thinking about becoming a wrestler. Was it her

boyfriend?

Also, what kind of wrestling were they talking about? Was her friend

interested in real wrestling or that fake wrestling they showed on cable

television? And how old was this person? Was he their age? Most people

don't just decide to take up wrestling in their late twenties.

Despite his many questions Andrew was very excited by the prospect of

seeing Jordan again. He wondered if she would still look as beautiful as

she did in high school. Back then she was 5'7" tall, with a slim but

athletic build. She had a remarkably trim waist, a great ass, long, sexy

legs and amazing, large, round breasts.

She also had silky, long blonde hair and a wholesome, beautiful face with

flawless skin. It really would not surprise Andrew to find out that today

she was a fashion model, married to a movie star or the trophy wife of some

billionaire.

Andrew was so excited just thinking about it that he hardly slept Friday

night. She was supposed to be at his place around ten the next morning.

He was up by 6AM, dressed in his athletic shorts and tank top by 7AM and

looking out the window every five minutes from 8:30AM on. In between

looking out the window, he changed the tank top he was wearing seven

times. He couldn't decide with color showed off his muscles the best.

Andrew worked out hard to stay fit, and he wanted Jordan to notice.

"Schmuck! She's probably married, fat and has five kids by now," he told

himself. Still, that didn't stop his heart from skipping a beat when his

doorbell rang at 9:51. He didn't sprint to the door because he didn't want

to seem too anxious. He settled for walking as fast as he possibly could.

When he opened the door and looked at the beautiful smiling face greeting

him, he could not believe how beautiful Jordan was. Her face was even more

gorgeous than he remembered. Her lips were fuller, her eyes sparkled more,

her golden hair shone even brighter in the sunlight, her skin was more

glowing and soft looking and her smile was more dazzling. When she spoke,

her voice was even more warm and inviting.

"Andrew! Is it really you?" she asked. She reached out and touched his

bare arm with her lovely hand. Her fingers were long and elegant. Her

touch was warm, and it sent a wave of heat throughout his body. "It's so

good to see you. You don't know how many times I've thought about you

since high school." She even knew exactly the right words to say to him.

"I... Wow! Jordan, you look... Wow!" One look at her face, one touch of

her hand and suddenly Andrew felt like the shy high school boy again.

"I... It's good to see you too."

"Andrew?" she giggled.

"Yes, Jordan."

"Are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me stand here on your

front stoop all morning?"

Andrew stepped aside. "Of course, Jordan, please come in," he invited.

"You've got a lovely home, Andrew; you must be doing pretty well."

"Yes, well, I do alright," he confirmed. He was being modest. Andrew was

now an attorney who specialized in financial and estate planning.

"It's obvious that you've stayed in shape." Andrew couldn't tell if this

was flirting because it WAS obvious that he'd stayed in shape. He was

trying very hard to read her tone. He didn't want to read too much into

anything she said, but he also didn't want to miss anything.

"You're wife must be very proud of you," Jordan smiled. Was she fishing

for information?

"Oh, I'm not married," he responded.

"Have a girlfriend?" Jordan asked. He was pretty sure she was fishing.

"No," he replied.

Jordan's eyes flashed. "Good!" she said.

"Okay, THAT was definitely flirting," Andrew thought, "I think."

They sat in the living room catching up for several minutes. Andrew told

Jordan a little about his college years and a little about what he'd been

doing since then. Jordan was not nearly as forthcoming about herself. She

did volunteer that she was neither married nor currently in a

relationship. When Andrew asked her what she'd devoted her time to since

high school she replied enigmatically, "That will become obvious in a few

minutes."

Even though she was being rather evasive, Andrew found every utterance that

came out of Jordan's mouth enchanting. The only thing about their visit

that was less than ideal was Jordan's outfit. She was wearing a loose and

baggy sweat suit that did a great job of concealing her body. He could

barely make out her huge breasts underneath that getup. She also looked

like she might have put on some weight. Still, Andrew suspected that she

still had a smokin' hot body.

Finally, although he didn't really want to get to it, Andrew asked, "So who

is this guy you want me to wrestling?

Jordan responded, "Guy?"

"Well, yeah, you said that you had a friend who wanted to find out about

wrestling and would I be willing to help out. So where is he?"

Jordan began to laugh. Her laughter was like beautiful music. "No, silly,

you misunderstood. I didn't say I had a friend. I said that I knew

someone who was thinking about getting into wrestling."

"I don't get it," said Andrew, "You have an enemy that wants to get into

wrestling?"

"No, silly, it's me. I want to get into wrestling. Mostly I want to get

into wrestling you."

"Okay, that was definitely flirting," Andrew thought, "But it was weird

flirting - weird, but kind of sexy." Andrew gave Jordan a look that

clearly conveyed the "weird" but not the "sexy". "You want to wrestle me?"

he asked skeptically.

"Could we just go downstairs to your gym?" asked Jordan, "I'll explain down

there." Silently, Andrew showed Jordan the way to his basement. He didn't

know quite what to think of her odd request.

When they got to the basement, Andrew turned to Jordan and said, "What's

going on, Jordan? What's this all about?"

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"Come on, Jordan! I don't hear from you in almost ten years. Suddenly you

call me out of nowhere asking me for a favor. Then you come to my house

and tell me that you want to wrestle with me? You have to admit, that's a

little odd. Is this some kind of joke? Are you the hostess of some kind

of hidden camera prank show or something?"

"No, Andrew, I promise. I really want your help. There are some things

that I have to find out about myself, and you're the person I've turned to

for help. If you don't want to help me, I'll leave." She seemed genuinely

hurt by his attitude. How could he explain to her that he'd been thinking

about her - dreaming about her - since they graduated high school? He

wanted to take her seriously, but what she was asking of him seemed so

absurd.

"No... don't go," he said, "But help me to understand what it is you want

from me."

The dazzling smile returned. "I think it will help a great deal if I show

you something," she said. "This will also answer your earlier question

about how I've been doing since high school." Without another word, Jordan

whipped off the baggy sweatshirt that she was wearing. Andrew gazed in

stunned silence at what she revealed. She quickly removed her sweat pants

as well.

Underneath, Jordan was wearing a white string bikini. Andrew saw that he

was correct about her gaining weight. She looked like she gained at least

fifty pounds of solid, thick muscles which covered her from neck to feet.

At the same time, her body was supremely, exquisitely feminine.

"Jordan... you... my God, you look amazing," Andrew said. "I... can't

believe it."

Jordan began to do some sexy flexing for him. "Believe it, Andrew. I've

worked hard to achieve this body."

"You must live at the gym," he said.

"In college I studied kinesiology, physiology and biochemistry. I've

developed many of my own training methods as well as certain vitamin

supplements that have helped me achieve this body. Plus, I started out

with some excellent genes."

"Vitamin supplements? You mean like steroids?"

"Hell no! That stuff is poison. I mean certain complex vitamins that

helped boost my natural genetics and made the most of the tremendous amount

of hard work I put into maximizing my body's full potential. I think it

paid off, don't you?"

Yes, I do," replied Andrew.

"My measurements are 46DD-21-35. I'm 5'7", and I weigh 165 pounds of

solidly packed muscle." She flexed her arms and her biceps grew into

astounding peaks of power. They were so round and incredibly solid

looking. "My biceps are 18.5"," She placed her right leg slightly in front

of her left leg and flexed it. My calves are also 18.5 inches and my quads

are 30"."

"Can I...?" Andrew began to ask something, but seemed too timid to complete

his request.

"Andrew, would you like to touch my muscles?" Jordan asked.

"Yes, please," Andrew replied.

"Be my guest," she said. Andrew walked up to the female powerhouse before

him and reached out with a slightly trembling hand and gently caressed

Jordan's right bicep. He'd never touched a muscle that felt so solid

before. It felt like a smooth diamond covered in silk.

"Go ahead and squeeze it," the muscle packed beauty invited. Andrew

squeezed the sexy feminine muscle. It didn't yield at all. "Really

squeeze it," Jordan taunted him, "Use both hands. I promise that you can't

put the slightest dent in it."

Andrew did as he was told. He squeezed Jordan's massive bicep with both

hands. She was right. Despite his considerable masculine strength, he was

not able to cause so much as the tiniest dimple. Andrew could feel his

cock begin to stir.

Jordan stuck her left leg straight out and flexed it as well. "Go ahead

and feel those thunder thighs," she invited. Andrew massaged her smooth,

diamond hard legs. He couldn't believe how turned on he was getting. "So

tell me, Andrew, wouldn't you like to roll around on the mat with me?"

"Yes, Jordan, of course I would. You're the most desirable woman I've ever

seen.

"Good!" Jordan explained. "I've worked hard to transform my body. I

believe that I've achieved its maximum potential. Now I need to find out

if all my hard work has practical applications. I'll be very grateful if

you help me find out."

"Okay," said Andrew, "You've got an impressive physique. There is

absolutely no denying that. But as you said, you're 5'7" and weight 165

pounds. I'm 5'10" and weigh 205 pounds. Also, in case you haven't

noticed, I've got a pretty impressive physique myself. With my height and

weight advantage, it would not be fair for us to wrestle."

"Uh huh," Jordan said, "Do me a favor, Andrew, and flex you biceps."

Andrew complied and his biceps rose to an impressive 15". Andrew was proud

of his biceps. Jordan stood beside him and flexed her biceps again. "Look

at that mirror," she instructed. There was a 6' by 6' mirror on the wal.

As Andrew looked at their reflections, he had to admit that Jordan's 18.5"

biceps dwarfed his 15 inchers. "Yeah," said Jordan, "I think you're

right. Asking you to wrestle me isn't fair. But don't worry, Sweetie,

I'll take it easy on you."

"Okay," said Andrew smiling. He was about to show Jordan that wrestling

wasn't about muscles so much as it was about speed, skill and leverage. He

was going to take her to school. Or so he thought.

So Andrew started out slowly and showed Jordan some of the basics. He

began by showing her some simple takedowns. For example, he showed her how

to quickly maneuver yourself behind your opponent. Then he wrapped his

arms around her waist. He was shocked at how solid and dense every muscle

on her sexy body felt. Still she was still relatively light so he lifted

her off her feet and brought her down to the mat. He did this at half

speed, and Jordan offer no resistance.

After showing her a few times, he said, "Okay, now you try it." He was

impressed that Jordan was able to lift his full weight off the ground.

"Wow! You really are very strong," he commented.

Jordan giggled. "What did you think? These muscles aren't just for show,

you know."

Then he showed her how to take an opponent down by while facing them,

quickly dropping to one knee and pulling out their legs from under them.

"This takedown method is more efficient," he explained, "Because it doesn't

require you to lift their entire weight off the ground."

Then Jordan tried it. She dropped to one knee, grabbed Andrew's legs and

still lifted him entirely off the mat before bringing him down. "No," said

Andrew, "The idea with this takedown is that you conserve your energy by

NOT having to support your opponent's full weight."

"Sweetie," Jordan said, "Lifting your 205 pound self does not put the

slightest strain on my energy reserves." Andrew was not satisfied with

this answer and made her try it over a few more times. However, every

time, she ended up lifting him completely off the ground. It was as if he

was so light - or she was so strong - that she couldn't NOT lift him off

the ground.

After showing Jordan a few more basic moves and explaining some of the

principles of leverage to her, Andrew suggested that they try a little

practice session at full speed. Once he gave the signal to begin, he

quickly brought her down to the mat and began trying to get her into

various holds.

Andrew was surprised at how slow Jordan seemed to move. He was able to

apply one hold after another on her. However, no matter what hold he put

on Jordan, she was able to easily power out of it. She never broke any of

his holds using speed or finesse; she simply broke hold after hold through

sheer brute strength.

Andrew was an experienced wrestler who knew several ways to counter an

opponent with superior strength. Not only was he forced to admit that

Jordan had superior strength, but he quickly concluded that she was the

strongest competitor that he had ever faced. Her overpowering strength got

her out of several holds that Andrew would have thought impossible to

escape.

The most disconcerting thing was the supreme ease with which Jordan escaped

every hold. "This is easy," she would say, or "Are you really trying?" As

their match progressed she began to taunt him even more. "I thought you

were supposed to be good at this," and "I seem to be doing okay even though

you have the height and weight advantage, Cupcake."

Andrew became frustrated. Any wrestler with his experience learns a few

dirty tricks along the way. These are submission holds that are designed

to cause your opponent pain regardless of their size or strength

advantage. These were moves that Andrew would never think of using in a

legitimate match. He began to wonder if these moves would have any effect

on Jordan.

He got her in an arm lock that was designed to bend her arm in an unnatural

way that could potentially bring about great pain. Of course, he had no

intention of actually hurting her. He just wanted to show her that she

could not always rely on superior strength. Much to his shock, when he

locked on to her arm, he found that he could not bend it. He was

essentially using the strength of his entire body to try to bend her one

arm and failing miserably.

Meanwhile, he was wearing himself out while Jordan was hardly trying.

Finally, a frustrated Andrew called a halt to their "match".

They both stood up. "Is there something wrong, Sweetie?" Jordan asked.

"Yes," said Andrew, "You said that you wanted to me to teach you to

wrestle, but you've obviously done this before." He was trying to save

face.

"That's not true, Andrew. I swear that this is my first time."

"Then how can you explain your ability to break every one of my holds?"

he asked.

"I would think that would be obvious. It's because I'm stronger than you.

I'm A LOT stronger than you," Jordan replied.

"But I've beaten stronger opponents before," he protested.

"Sweetie, you may have beaten opponents who were stronger than YOU before,

but I promise that you've never faced an opponent as strong as ME." To

emphasize her point, Jordan once again flexed her 18.5" biceps.

"Is that so?" Andrew asked.

"Yes, it is." She didn't say this in a boastful way. She was stating a

plain and obvious fact. Andrew knew that she was right, but he was a proud

gladiator so it distressed him to admit it.

"Did you ask for my help just so you could humiliate me?" he asked.

"No, Sweetie, no! Please, don't think that. I wanted to confirm the fact

that my vastly superior strength would make it virtually impossible for

even an experienced wrestler to beat me. You've been a great help to me

today, and I'm sincerely grateful." Then Jordan gave Andrew an enticing

grin and said, "Besides, I've been told that you enjoyed wrestling with

stronger women."

"How could you know-" Andrew caught himself in mid sentence and dummied

up. His face turned hot crimson with embarrassment.

"For one thing, I could feel your... excitement pressing against me while

we were rolling around on the mat," Jordan explained with good humor.

"Okay, so maybe I would have a hard time pinning you," Andrew admitted,

"But I sure took you down easily enough. You might have broken my holds,

but I was able to put you in one after another. Eventually I would have

found one that you couldn't break out of."

Once again, Jordan responded with a girlish giggle. "I have a confession

to make," she began, "I let you take me down, and I let you put me in all

of those holds because I wanted to see just how easily I could break each

of them. I knew I would be able to break them; I just didn't know it would

be so easy."

"Is that so?" Andrew asked angrily.

"Yes, Sweetie, but please, don't be angry with me. It's just that I knew

that if I tried even a little bit to resist that you would never be able to

take me down."

"Would you like to make a little bet on that?" Andrew asked impulsively.

"Sure, Sweetie, whatever you want," replied Jordan.

"I say that I can take you down within thirty seconds," said Andrew.

"Please, Sweetie, give yourself a chance at least. Let's make it thirty

minutes," Jordan suggested. She was trying to be nice, but Andrew

misinterpreted. He thought she was belittling him.

Without even settling what it was they were betting on, Andrew said,

"You're on!" and immediately began his attack. To make a point that

superior size and weight did make a difference, he tried a takedown that

completely lacked style or finesse. He simply lunged at Jordan and drove

his shoulder into her midsection in an attempt to tackle her.

It was as if he tried to tackle a woman-sized boulder. Jordan didn't budge

an inch. Instead, she reached down and grabbed Andrew around the waist

with her two powerful arms and flipped him up over her shoulder. She then

gently dropped him back on his feet. After all, the bet wasn't to see if

she could take him down which she demonstrated that she easily could.

"You'll have to do better than that, Tiger," Jordan said. She was having a

great time.

Andrew then maneuvered behind the pretty powerhouse and wrapped his arms

around her waist. Her waist was very slender so he got a very firm hold

with his right hand tightly gripped around his left wrist. He then shifted

his entire bodyweight to the left hoping to throw Jordan off balance.

Again, he discovered that he could not budge the mighty muscle-girl.

"Oh, I see. That was supposed to throw me off balance and take me down

wasn't it? I'm afraid it's going to take a lot more force than you can

muster to do that." But Andrew still had hold of the pretty powerhouse

around the waist and he reasoned that no matter how strong she was, she

still only weighed 165 pounds.

When Jordan realized that Andrew was lifting her up, she used her powerful

leg muscles to propel herself into the air. At the same time she was

rising she threw her upper body back in such a way that her momentum easily

broke Andrew's grip around her. She ended up doing a standing backwards

flip over his head and sticking a perfect landing behind him.

Jordan then grabbed Andrew by the back of his neck and thigh and lifted him

completely over her head. While she had him there, she did five quick reps

with his entire body as if his 205 pounds were nothing. She then set him

gently back on his feet and said, "Seriously, Sweetie, there's no way

you're going to take me down. I'm just too strong for you. It wouldn't

matter if there were three of you."

Andrew was still not ready to surrender. He tried several more takedowns.

None of them worked. Meanwhile, Jordan continued with a steady stream of

comments regard her physical superiority. It was a strange thing that her

comments, while taunting, were not mean spirited. She definitely was

getting off on proving her vastly superior strength, but she was being

playful and even flirtatious about it.

It was as if she knew that despite his frustration, there was a part of

Andrew that longed to be physically dominated by a woman that was much,

much stronger than he was. She somehow knew about his secret yearning that

he'd had since he was a kid. So, while he was mildly annoyed with her

confidence that bordered on arrogance, he was much more turned on by her

swagger. He loved the fact that she could walk the walk as well as talk

the talk.

That doesn't mean that he did not still intend to take her down, however.

As a last resort, he locked her in an arm bar with both of his arms around

her left forearm. He hoped that this was her weaker arm even though he

hadn't observed ANY weak points on her amazing body. The goal was to put

pressure on her forearm and elbow joint in such a way that she would not

have any recourse other than to drop to one knee.

The only problem was, when Andrew tried to apply that pressure - despite

using the weight and strength of his entire body - Jordan's left forearm,

didn't move! It was as if he was trying to apply an arm bar to a

reinforced steel bar. "This isn't possible," he said. With the kind of

grip he had on her arm, he would have been able to bring the legendary

Andre the Giant down to one knee.

"Stick with me, Sweetie," Jordan laughed, "You'll soon get used to seeing

me perform the impossible. This is just the tip of the iceberg." Jordan

locked eyes with Andrew and smiled confidently at him. With him still

gripping her forearm with both of his arms she held her arm straight out.

"Go ahead," she said, "Lift up your legs and wrap them around my bicep and

watch me support your entire body with my extended arm. You know you want

to."

"That's impossible," Andrew protested.

"Just do it," she said. She sounded so sure of herself that even though it

went against his better judgment, Andrew slowly lifted up his legs and

wrapped them around her upper arm just as he was instructed. To his

amazement, Jordan was supporting his entire weight with her fully extended

arm. She wasn't even straining to do so. "If I was standing on a high

enough platform," she informed him, "You could do chin-ups holding on to my

extended arm."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Andrew, it doesn't pay to doubt me; you'll lose every time."

"My God, Jordan, you're... you're amazing. How can anyone so beautiful and

feminine also be so muscular and strong?"

"Great genetics," Jordon replied, "Does that excite you, Andrew? Does it

excite you knowing that a woman as beautiful and sexy as I am is also much,

much stronger than you are?"

"Yes," Andrew replied almost as if he was in a trance.

"Then this ought to drive you wild." She slowly began to flex her arm

while supporting Andrew's entire weight. She flexed slowly not because

flexing her arm while supporting his body was difficult. Doing one-handed

205 curls was apparently like child's play to Jordan. She flexed her arm

slowly to demonstrate how much control she had and because she knew that it

would be more seductive to do it that way.

Andrew was forced to bend at the waist and travel up and down with Jordan's

arm as she flexed it. Every time she tightened her bicep Andrew could feel

it grow bigger against both his legs and his crotch. Feeling the source of

Jordan's power tighten against him that way made Andrew's cock almost a

hard as Jordan's muscles.

Jordan flexed her arm up and down with Andrew along for the ride fifty

times. He was shamelessly moaning in pleasure and whispering, "Jordan,

you're so beautiful, and sexy and strong, Jordan, please don't stop."

Andrew was on the verge of cumming when Jordan abruptly shook him off her

arm. He fell to the padded floor below. Andrew looked up with an

expression that was equal parts surprise and disappointment. "You're

thirty minutes are up," Jordan explained. "You lost the bet."

"Oh. We never settled on the stakes. What do I lose?"

"Your heart. To me."

Jordan grabbed him by his arms and yanked him to his feet. "But for now,

let's wrestle some more. I want to see if I can remember the holds you

showed me earlier."

It turns out that Jordan remembered every single hold that Andrew tried on

her, and one by one, she locked every one of them in except the submission

hold her tried on her. She didn't want to permanently cripple him.

By now it didn't surprise Andrew to discover that once Jordan locked a hold

on him he was completely helpless. He could no sooner break one of her

holds than he could break heavy chains fashioned around his hands and

feet. Wrestling with Jordan reminded him of when he as six and his older

brother who was twelve used to pick on him and pin him to the floor and

make him feel helpless.

The difference was, Andrew eventually grew to a point where he could beat

his older brother. He knew that even if he devoted himself full time to

working out and developing his wrestling skills for the next ten years that

he would NEVER be able to defeat Jordan. He knew this because she

whispered it into his ear while she was pinning him for the eleventh time.

The other difference was he hated feeling helpless with his brother, but

part of him loved, enjoyed, even cherished the feeling of helplessness he

got wrestling Jordan. As his feelings of helplessness against Jordan grew,

so did his rock hard cock.

Jordan seemed to be able to sense when Andrew was getting close to shooting

his load because time and again, she would back off at the last possible

second before he exploded. "Not yet," she would say in a throaty whisper.

By now Andrew accepted that Jordan was much, much stronger than he was, and

he was not surprised at her wrestling skills. She had always been a quick

study. But he was astounded by her speed. No sooner would she lock him in

a hold rendering him helpless and defeated, than she would suddenly shift

her sexy body leaving him tangled and powerless in some whole new way. And

when she ran out of the holds that he showed her, she began making up whole

new holds that she invented on the spot.

Jordan made it one thousand percent clear that in less than two hours she

went from being a wrestling novice to becoming a world class competitor.

The whole while she was establishing her complete physical dominance over

Andrew she would whisper things like, "How does it feel being beaten so

easily by a pretty girl?", "Can you feel my powerful body dominating you?"

or his favorite, "You know that you don't stand a chance against me,

right? You know I could utterly defeat you with one hand."

Andrew also noticed that despite the ease with which Jordan conquered him

time and again and the way she teased him while doing it that, she was

being extremely careful not the hurt him. It gave him the strange

sensation of feeling pleasantly humiliated and yet cherished and protected

at the same time.

Eventually, Jordan simply began the toss him around. She cradled him in

her strong arms. stood up and then began pressing him as if his body was a

barbell over her head. She said, "By now you understand that you could

never beat me in any physical competition right?"

"Sure," he replied.

"No, I mean it. You could never beat me. At anything. I'm stronger,

faster, and more agile." As she said this she tossed him into the air so

that his body came within an inch of the ceiling, and then caught him in

her strong, feminine arms. Oddly, Andrew wasn't frightened by this display

of power and control. He trusted her to protect him.

"You left out smarter," Andrew pointed out.

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings," Jordan laughed.

"I'm not so sure you could beat me at ping pong," he declared, "I'm very

good."

"I'm better," she responded.

"You should see me at the batting cages." He quipped.

"I'm better."

"How about tetherball?"

"I'm better."

"Croquet?"

"Better."

"Chess?"

"I'd crush you within six moves."

Finally, Andrew conceded, "I believe you, Jordan. You're so beautiful and

so strong."

"You think that I'm strong? I haven't showed you anything yet." She

tossed him up over her broad shoulders and looked over to the other side of

Andrew's gym where the workout equipment was. She began walking towards it

and off the tumbling mat.

"Wait! Where are you taking me?" Andrew asked.

"Trust me, Sweetie," she said. She walked under the pull up bar that

Andrew had installed from his ceiling seven feet off the ground. Jordan

jumped into the air still supporting Andrew on her shoulders and caught the

bar with one hand. She began doing one handed pull-ups with Andrew still

on her shoulders. Her pull-ups were smooth and controlled.

"H-how many of these c-can you do?" Andrew asked nervously.

"I don't know," said Jordan, "Five hundred... a thousand...." Without

warning she pulled herself up and switched hands in mid pull-up and never

missed a beat. After doing a hundred pull-ups with each hand ("No need to

show off," Jordan explained) she dropped down and gently set Andrew on the

ground.

"There's one more thing I want to show you," Jordan said.

"Only one?" Andrew asked flirtatiously.

"For now," Jordan said with a voice dripping with innuendo. She placed her

hand on his shoulder and gently began to apply pressure.

"What are you doing?" Andrew asked.

"Relax," Jordan advised, "You won't get hurt as long as you don't resist."

Slowly, using one hand, Jordan began pushing Andrew towards the floor.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" Andrew asked.

"I'm pushing you down to your knees," Jordan replied.

"But... why?" Andrew asked.

"Don't be afraid, Sweetie," she reassured him, "I would never cause you any

serious pain. I just want to prove a point." Jordan tried to hold out.

"Sweetie, let me make it clear: resistance is futile."

Andrew felt his knees buckling against his will. He found himself getting

closer and closer to the floor. She wasn't actually hurting him, but her

power was impossible for Andrew to defy. When he was on his knees and

looking up at her Jordan asked, "How does it feel to be on your knees

before me?"

"Right," he replied.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way," Jordan said and she put both hands

under his arms and pulled him back to his feet. "A woman like me wants to

be worshipped by her man." She paused and giggled. "Besides, that move

might come in handy if we ever get into a disagreement about which movie to

download from Netflix."

"Am I really your man?" Andrew asked.

"You are if you want to be," Jordan replied. Then she made a sudden lunge

towards him. She intended to seal the deal by ripping his clothes off and

fuckimg him right there on the padded floor. Unfortunately, Andrew was not

used to such aggressive behavior and he reacted as if he was being

attacked. Acting entirely on instinct he threw a punch that hit Jordan

hard in the stomach.

"Oh my God, Jordan, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean it. It's just...

you sprang at me so suddenly and -"

Jordan laughed. "Don't worry about it, Cupcake. I understand. Besides,

it would take a lot more than that to hurt me."

"I wish I could say the same for my hand," Andrew said as he shook it.

"That was almost my hardest punch. Did it seriously not hurt?"

"Sweetie, I didn't even feel it - at least not in my abs."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"I mean that I did feel something. I felt turned on knowing that your

punch was like nothing to me. Could you... would you hit me again?

Please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Please, Sweetie? And don't pretend that knowing that I'm powerful enough

to shrug off your punches doesn't turn you on. I can see the huge boner in

you shorts."

Andrew laughed. "I've had that since I opened the front door."

"Sweet talker! Now, please, hit me again. Don't make me beg." So Andrew

hit her abs again. "Harder!" she demanded. Andrew hit her harder. Jordan

grabbed her bikini top and pulled it off. "Hit me harder! Hit me harder

in the tits!"

Andrew just stood there staring at Jordan's spectacular, amazing, big,

round, firm tits with his mouth hanging open. "They're spectacular...

amazing... big... round... firm," he muttered.

"Punch them!" Jordan shouted, "Punch my big tits!" Andrew assumed a

boxer's stance and began punching Jordan's gorgeous tits the way a boxer

works a punching bag. He punched each one several times with various

one-two combinations. The entire time Jordan was shouting with orgasmic

glee, "Again! Again! Harder! Harder! Make me feel it!"

Finally, Andrew stopped punching Jordan's seemingly impervious tits. "Why

did you stop?" she asked. Her breasts were heaving due to her very heavy

breathing. Andrew found it curious and arousing that Jordan's breathing

remained perfectly calm throughout their wrestling but that now she was

breathing heavy with lust from being punched in the tits over and over.

"I have to stop," he said, "I feel like every bone in my hands will break

if I don't."

Jordan took Andrew's hands in hers and tenderly kissed each one. "Poor

precious Cupcake," she cooed, "I got so turned on I didn't think of how

painful it must have been for you to use your bare hands against my hard

body." She glanced around the room and spied some sports equipment over in

a corner. She walked over and picked up a wooden baseball bat. "Here! Hit

me with this."

"Are you crazy?" Andrew asked.

"Sweetie, remember what I said earlier about never underestimating me? I

promise that it will be okay." She handed him the bat.

"Well... okay, if you insist." The truth was, Andrew was anxious to see

how much she could take. First he hit her in the abs with about one-fifth

of his power. "That didn't hurt did it?" he asked timidly.

"Of course not! It tickled a little," Jordan replied. "Do it again and

put some power into it this time." So this time Andrew swung the bat with

about half his power. "Come on, Cupcake, really let me have it this

time." Andrew swung as hard as he could. The bat hit Jordan's abs with a

dull thud while Jordan laughed it off.

"My tits! Hit my big tits this time, and really give it all you've got!"

Andrew did exactly as he was instructed. He threw his whole body into this

swing and shattered the bat across Jordan's spectacular tits. "Quick, go

get that other bat in the corner and bring it to me," Jordan said. Andrew

ran over as fast as he could to comply. He'd never been so turned on in

his entire life.

When Andrew got back to Jordan with the other bat, she snatched it out of

his hand with a speed that defied reason. She took the fat end of the bat

and placed it between her huge tits and said, "I'll bet you wish your cock

was where this bat is right now." She slowly moved the bat up and down

seductively between her tits. Andrew's head got so dizzy with lust that he

nearly fainted.

With a sudden snap of her wrist, Jordan broke off the thick half of the bat

which is still gripped between her two thick breasts. "Did that display of

power impress you?" she asked.

Andrew's cock was so engorged that his gym shorts could barely contain it.

"Impressed is too mild a word," Andrew replied.

Jordan grabbed the 205 pound grappler and tucked him under her arm and

carried him over to where his free weights were stored. There were a

variety of empty bars hanging on a rack waiting to be loaded with plates.

Jordan set Andrew down and handed him the heaviest of the bars. "I want

you to use this bar to hit me some more," she said.

"W-w-where?" Andrew asked.

"Start with my abs," she said. She added, "It makes me feel so strong and

sexy knowing that you can't hurt me no matter what you hit me with."

Andrew was just as turned on if not more so. This time, he didn't hold

back and hit her as hard as he could with his first swing. "Come on,

Cupcake, make it hurt! Make me feel it! Is your super strong girlfriend

too much woman for you?"

Andrew's heart leaped nearly out of his chest when he heard Jordan call

herself his girlfriend. "You're too much woman for any man," he replied

with a grin.

Jordan picked up a large one hundred pound iron plate and held it with both

hands. She archer her back to accentuate her huge tits even more and said,

"Okay, Sweetie, now hit my tits with that thick bar and try to make me feel

it. I'll bet you can't."

Andrew swung that bar for all he was worth, and even though he was like an

infant compared to Jordan, Andrew was far from being a wimp by normal human

standards. As he continued to hit Jordan's luscious, meaty tits, he began

to notice a strange creaking sound. He looked down at the iron plate that

Jordan was holding in her hands. He noticed that in her excitement she had

inadvertently started crushing the plate. There were indentations in the

iron where her fingers dug into the metal.

As he watched awestruck she actually began to crush the iron plate in on

itself. Within ten seconds the plate went from being round to being almost

an eight shape. When Jordan casually tossed the one hundred pound plate

aside, Andrew noticed that her bikini bottom was soaked through and

dripping wet with Jordan's passion juices.

"Give me that bar," Jordan said as she aggressively snatched it out of

Andrew's hands. She locked eyes with him and flashed him a smile that was

both supremely confident and seductive. There was no doubt that Jordan

wanted to impress Andrew with her superhuman strength. "How's this for

power?" she asked.

She held the bar in both hands and laid it across the top of her huge,

gravity defying breasts. With her eyes still locked on his and still

smiling she began to push down on both sides of the bar with both hands.

Incredibly, the bar began bend across Jordan's astounding breasts. She

continued to bend that bar until it was an upside down U shape.

She then reached out with the bar capturing Andrew in the curve of the U

and pulled him to her. She kissed him so passionately that he had to

summon all of his willpower and muscle control not to cum right then. When

Jordan released the hermetic lock she had on his lips he asked, "Are you as

turned on as I am?"

"Sweetie, haven't you figured out that I'm more of everything than you

are?" She then tied the ends of the bar around him pinning his arms to his

side and lifted him and the bar off the ground with one hand. With her

free hand, she ripped off his shorts in one smooth motion and finally

released his big, steel rod of a cock.

She stared for several seconds and said, "You have no idea how long I've

dreamed of seeing your huge cock?"

"Does it live up to your expectations?" he asked.

"Surpasses them," she said. Despite her power and her confidence, her hand

trembled slightly as she reached for his cock and tenderly, reverently

began to massage it. "Your cock is sooo beautiful," she said. Her voice

choked slightly, and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. "So

beautiful...."

The magnitude of this moment began to occur to Andrew. Jordan had been the

number one object of his fantasies since high school. He'd dreamed of

making love to her at least a thousand times. Now here she was looking

more beautiful than he remembered with the muscles and strength of a

goddess holding him aloft with one hand while she lovingly stroked his cock

with the other. "I want you to cum for me," she said. "I want your cum

sooo much."

That was it. Jordan had reached the limit of his endurance. He spewed

more cum at that moment than any five precious orgasms in his life. When

his eruption subsided, he was so exhausted, overwhelmed and humbled that

his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up naked in bed, Jordan was also completely naked and beside

him. He opened his eyes and saw Jordan's beautiful face looking down at

him. "Please tell me I've died and gone to heaven."

"I've got even better news," she said, "You're still alive, but I intend to

make you life like heaven."

"How did I get into bed?" Andrew asked. Jordan looked at him like he had

just asked the stupidest question in the world. It took him a few seconds

to realize that he had, and the two lovers had a big laugh together.

"Laughing in bed together.... That's a good sign, right?" asked Andrew.

"The best," agreed Jordan. She snuggled into Andrew's body and sighed

contentedly. Andrew became completely lost in the bliss of this moment.

Despite Jordan's incredible power, she was still an emotionally vulnerable

woman, and he understood that he was the reason that she was so satisfied.

After a few seconds Jordan asked, "Aren't you glad I called the other

day?" The absurdity of this understatement gave them another good laugh

together.

After lying a little while longer in each other's arms they began to talk.

Before long the talk turned to Andrew asking, "How did you know that I've

always dreamed of wrestling a woman who was stronger than me?"

"Do you remember the day before high school graduation when almost our

whole class had an all-day party at the lake?" Jordan asked. She revealed

to Andrew that while he was playing volleyball with a group of friends that

she had a talk with Ethyl Schlockmeyer. "I wanted to find out why you went

out with her, and never even asked me out."

"I would have asked you out if I thought I had a chance with you,"

explained Andrew. "I was so clueless about women that I didn't realize

that you were flirting with me back then."

"You were clueless, Sweetie, because I practically threw myself at you.

Anyway, Ethyl told me how you liked to wrestle with her and pretend that

she was stronger than you even though she wasn't. She told me that you

would even try to get her to trash talk about how much stronger she was."

"Ehtyl dumped me later that night," Andrew said.

"Yes, she told me she was going to; she thought that your interest in

strong girls was weird. Anyway, I figured that I would never be strong

enough to be what you wanted so I tried to forget about you."

"Tried?"

"Yes. It was by second year in college when I started thinking about you

again. I was tired of boys who were only interested in my tits and ass. I

mean, I guess you can't blame them because... well, look at me."

"So you know how hot you are?"

"Cupcake, there are times when I look at myself naked in a full length

mirror and even I get a woody," she said. Andrew found her self-assurance

and honesty very refreshing. "I started thinking about how sweet and shy

and beautiful you were in high school, and I decided to do something about

it."

"And that's when you became so incredibly buff and strong?" Andrew asked.

"Well... there's a little more to it than that, but basically, yes."

"But how did you become SO powerful?" he asked. "I know you said that you

worked hard and that you developed your own training methods and your own

complex vitamins. Could anyone become as strong as you using those

methods? Could I become that strong?"

"You wish!" giggled Jordan. "You might recall that I also mentioned

something about having really good genes. Believe me, I've studied this

very thoroughly. I've shown my training methods to others and even shared

the vitamins that I've developed. The results have been pretty amazing.

For example, I'm sure that I could boost your strength and stamina by

another fifty percent using my methods. But you would NEVER become

anywhere close to half as strong as I am."

"Why?" asked Andrew.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure. There's something about my genetic

make-up that makes my body respond and subsequently perform at a superhuman

level. I'm unique." Then she added seductively, "And I'm all yours.

Don't you feel lucky?"

"'Lucky' doesn't begin to describe how I feel?" Andrew replied. "I feel as

if of all the men on Earth, I am 'the Chosen One'."

"You're absolutely MY Chosen One," Jordan confirmed. She pulled Andrew

into her hard, sexy, muscular feminine body and kissed him passionately and

deeply. He could feel her tongue probing far into his mouth. She reached

under the sheets and began massaging his rock-hard cock. "I can't believe

how into your cock I am," she whispered.

She spent the next couple of hours showing him by letting him rub his male

love muscle all over her luscious body. She then wrapped him in his bath

robe and put on one of his business shirts and carried him to the kitchen

where she fed him. "You've got to keep up your strength if you're going to

hang with me."

After they ate, she told him to shower and get dressed because they were

going to her place. "Why? What's at your place?"

"You're going to have to learn to do what I tell you without question," she

said. This was not a threat in any way. She explained, "You have to trust

that my only thought is to please you. I promise that if you simply follow

my instructions, you will be happy you did."

To prove her point, while he was showering, she got into the shower with

him and used her delectable body as his silky smooth washcloth. When they

got to her house - it was actually more of a mansion - she carried him

inside and took him to a large room just off the main living room. It was

a state of the art gym that would rival any upscale gym in the world. "I

thought that you'd like me to put on a little demonstration of my strength."

"I would," he agreed, but why couldn't we do that at my house?"

"Because, Silly, you don't have nearly heavy enough weights in your gym."

Jordan excused herself. "I'll be right back." When she returned five

minutes later, she was dressed in a lacy baby doll, red and black teddy.

"Jordan, you look... you're... I'm so... you look amazing!"

"Tell me something I don't know, Sweetie. And now I'm going to show you

just how strong and powerful a sexy, muscle girl can be. Be prepared to be

amazed. I'm going to make all your fantasies come true and then some."

She let that sink in before asking, "How much can you dead lift, Cupcake?"

"My personal best is 300 pounds," Andrew replied. Jordan quickly loaded up

a barbell with three hundred pounds.

"Show me," She said.

Andrew was worn out from all of the day's activity, but he was not about to

disappoint the love of his life. He went over to the three hundred pound

barbell, squatted behind it, gripped it tightly, took two deep breathes and

started to straighten. He was overjoyed when the bar left the ground.

With a surge of energy, Andrew stood up, locked his knees, pulled back his

shoulders and silently counted to himself, "One-Mississippi,

two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi," before lowering the bar back down in a

more or less controlled manner.

Jordan clapped her hands, "Sweetie, that was really impressive!" She

sounded sincere, but Andrew couldn't completely shake the notion that she

was teasing him.

"Yeah, right," was his response.

"I mean it, Andrew, I'm really impressed."

"I bet you can lift twice this much," he said.

Jordan flexed her huge biceps. "But you don't have 18.5 inch guns like

mine. Besides, you're just a man," she teased. They both laughed.

"Now I want to see you break your old record," Jordan said.

"Aw, Baby, I don't think I've got it in me right now. Maybe tomorrow."

Jordan ignored this and added another twenty-five pounds to the bar.

"Please, Sweetie, do it for me. I guarantee that watching you will make me

very, very randy."

"Okay," said Andrew, "How can I refuse when you use the word 'randy'?"

Summoning up his inner reserve, he went over to the bar and repeated his

last performance. When he lowered the barbell he said, "Whew! I didn't

think I could lift that much."

"I say you can lift another twenty-five," said Jordan as she began to add

the weight to the bar.

"Seriously, Baby, no way," Andrew tried to convince her.

"Trust me," was all Jordan said in reply. Sure enough, when Andrew

attempted 350 pounds he WAS able to lift it. "See, I was right!" Jordan

squealed with glee.

"I think I'm sensing a pattern," said Andrew. "Are you ever wrong?"

"Nope! The sooner you figure that out, the better off we'll both be."

Some men might have been put off by Jordan's superior attitude. Andrew

found it absolutely intoxicating as well as extremely cute. "Because now I

want you to believe me when I tell you that you can lift another

twenty-five pounds."

"Baby, please no," Andrew pleaded, but Jordan was already adding the extra

weight. Now Andrew was very nervous. He was sure there was no way he

could dead lift 375 pounds. He felt like his arms were going to fall off

at 350. The last thing he wanted was to let Jordan down, but everyone - at

least almost everyone - had their limitations.

After adding the weight, Jordan walked up behind Andrew and began massaging

his broad shoulders and said, "Come on, Sweet Baby, I KNOW you can do it.

Trust me. I believe in you one thousand and fifty percent."

Andrew walked over the barbell like he was walking to his doom. The thing

that terrified him most was that Jordon would lose respect for him. He

needn't have worried. Jordan would love him no matter what. But their

relationship was less than twenty-four hours old, and Andrew wasn't sure of

this yet.

Just before bending over to grip the bar, Andrew said, "You're sure I can

do this?"

"Ab-so-freakin'-lutely," she replied. Andrew squatted down and grabbed the

bar. Jordan whispered in his ear. "You got this, Sweetie. Believe in

yourself and believe in our love. Let our love empower you."

Andrew began to lift. The bar didn't move. Oh God! The bar didn't move!

"Believe in our love," Jordan repeated, "And know that anything I have is

yours. Borrow a fraction of my power, Lover. Let my love make you

strong." By some miracle, the bar left the floor by about three inches.

"Do it, Lover, and I swear that I'll fuck the living daylights out of you!"

Boom! The weight went up! Andrew stood up, locked his knees, threw back

his shoulders and counted all the way to five-Mississippi before setting

that bar back down. Just as she promised, Jordan threw Andrew over her

powerful shoulder, carried him upstairs to her king-sized bed and fucked

him until passed out from exhaustion. But he was smiling from ear to ear.

After Andrew woke up, they kissed and caressed some more. Suddenly it

occurred to Andrew. "Hey! Wait a minute! You were supposed to give me a

demonstration of YOUR strength."

"I did, Silly."

"What do you mean?" asked Andrew.

"Could have dead lifted 375 pounds yesterday before you had me in your

life?"

Andrew thought about it for a second or two. "No," he concluded.

Jordan jumped out of bed. "But you're right," she agreed, "I did promise

you a demonstration of my awesome strength so let's go. I'm sure that you

don't mind if I lift naked." Andrew didn't even bother to respond to such

an obvious statement. When they got to the gym, Jordan noticed that Andrew

was wearing boxers. "Why did you put those on?" she asked.

"I'm playing hard to get," he joked. The 375 pound barbell that Andrew

lifted was still sitting on the floor. Jordan casually lifted it with one

hand and placed in on the bench press rack. "How much weight are you going

to add?" Andrew asked.

"Didn't you say something earlier about me doubling what you lifted?"

"Yeah, but that was when I was only lifting 300 pounds."

"You're such an adorable cupcake." Jordan went ahead a doubled the 375

pounds to 750.

When she finished Andrew asked, "Can you really dead lift that much?"

"Yes, Sweetie, but why bother with dead lifting it when curling it is so

much more fun?"

"Are you kidding me?" Andrew asked, but while his words were still hanging

in the air, Jordan began. Her curls were smooth and fast and controlled.

What's more, they appeared to be quite easy for Jordan. Andrew noticed

that while her 750 pound curls caused her biceps to inflate, they did not

grow to their full 18.5 inch flexed size. "Good God! How strong are you,

Baby?"

"Strong enough to do this," she said as she dropped one hand and continued

curling 750 pounds with one hand. Andrew could feel his head getting dizzy

again so he sat down. Watching his gorgeous, naked new lover perform such

an incredible feat of strength was almost too much for him.

"Don't sit down," Jordan said. "I want you to do something for me." She

got Andrew to come over and push down on the bar with both hands just to

give the bar some added resistance. Not only did this not slow her down,

but she did so many reps with him holding on that his arms got tired before

hers.

"If you can curl that much with one hand, how much can you press over your

head?"

"First of all, I can curl more than this with one hand," she said. "As for

how much I can press over my head, I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked.

Jordan set the barbell back on the rack and tossed Andrew over her shoulder

again and said, "Come with me," as if he had a choice. She carried him out

the front door and into her front yard.

"Jordan, what are you doing? You're naked!"

"It's dark outside," she said, "And besides, if one of my neighbors wants

to call the police, let them!" She walked over to her Lincoln sedan and

said, "This is why I'm not sure how much I can press over my head."

Andrew watched awestruck as Jordan bent down and began lifting her car off

the ground. She didn't top under she had it over her head with her arms

fully extended. "Once I realized I could do this," she said, "I kind of

stopped keeping track of how much I could press."

Every time Andrew though that Jordan could not be any more amazing, she

proved him wrong.

"If I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes I wouldn't belief it," Andrew said.

"Then you're REALLY not going to believe this," Jordan said. She dropped

one hand and began pumping her car up and down over her head. With. One.

Hand. She even switched hands just to prove that she could!

For the third time since getting together with Jordan - and in his life -

Andrew passed out due to an overpowering ejaculation.

EPILOG

The next morning as they talked over breakfast, Andrew asked Jordan, "While

didn't you just call me and ask me out? Why all this malarkey about

wanting to become a wrestler?"

"I'm serious about that. I want to become a professional wrestler." Jordan

said.

"But you know that crap is fake, right?" Like a lot of amateur wrestlers,

Andrew had disdain for professional wrestling.

"It won't be when I get in," she said.

"But what if they don't let you in?" he asked.

"Do you really think they can keep me out if I want in?" she asked

pointedly. "Besides, my plan is to win next year's World's Strongest Man

competition. That should create enough buzz to at least get my foot in the

door."

"Yeah, that should do it," Andrew agreed.

"Hey! Do you want to be my ringside manager?"

"I'll consider it." He didn't sound very enthused.

"But wouldn't you like to be ringside when your hot, muscular girlfriend

tosses around guys twice your size? Because you know I could easily crush

guys twice as big as you, right? Wouldn't that turn you on watching me

beat up four, five, ten, twenty guys who were all bigger than you?"

"And after the match I'll go up to you still looking fresh as a daisy in my

sexy diva outfit. I'll give you a long passionate kiss in front of

millions of spectators. Everyone will know that I'm the strongest girl in

the world and that I'm allll yours. Every man watching will wish that they

were you. Now... tell me that you wouldn't love that."

"I'll seriously consider it," he said much more enthusiastically.

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