Tina Triumphant
by Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
When Tina decided to become a gymnast she instantly became the world's greatest athlete.


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Tina Truex didn't take the normal route to winning Olympics gold. She wasn't
like most gymnasts who began training when they were barely out of diapers.
Tina didn't even decide to become a gymnast until she was fifteen, and even
then it was almost an afterthought.

Tina's goal was to attend an Ivy League university which was something her
lower middle class income family could not afford. She knew she would need to
earn a scholarship, and she also knew that playing a sport might help her with
this.

She chose gymnastics because at 5'2" she figured she was too short for
basketball. Up until the moment she first started training, she'd never given
sports of any kind much thought. She was strictly a "book chick".

The irony in all this was that she was the only one in her family of two
parents and four siblings who wasn't obsessed with sports. As fate would have
it she was the only one of them who possessed more than moderate athletic
ability.

Tina's natural athletic ability turned out to be considerably more than
moderate. In fact, in three short years, she completely transformed the sport
of women's gymnastics. As one famous sports commentator put it, she didn't so
much defeat her opponents as she did conquer the very sport itself. From the
moment she came onto the scene, she completely dominated. It was almost unfair
to call the other participants competitors since even the best of them never
came close to actually competing with her.

Tina never scored less than a perfect ten from any judge in any gymnastics
event she ever entered. She was so phenomenal that there was serious talk of
creating a new score of eleven in cases where a gymnast's routine was "beyond
perfection".

For Tina it was all too easy. Like everything she did she studied the
technique and mechanics of gymnastics before she got into it. She was
extremely methodical in her approach and she was dedicated to precision and
innovation. But the athleticism came naturally to her. She didn't have to work
hard at that part at all.

She was equally impressive in all four of the event of international women's
gymnastics competition. On the uneven parallel bars she performed twists and
flips with such precision and speed that at times during her routine she was
little more than a blur. There were times when she actually seemed to occupy
both uneven parallel bars at the same time!

The highlight of her balance beam routine was her extended one finger balance
of her entire body followed by a perfect triple twist, double back flip which
ended with her balancing on the index finger of her other hand. Since she was
one hundred percent ambidextrous she could perform this maneuver starting and
ending with either hand.

When she performed her vault, she almost seemed to defy gravity as she hurled
herself high enough into the air to perform a quintuple flip with a double
twist on the way back down. In some cases she began a series of forward
somersaults only to somehow reverse direction in midair and switch to a
backward somersault before always sticking a perfect landing. This maneuver
was so difficult that one prominent physicist declared it physically
impossible despite the fact the Tina routinely performed it in front of huge,
live audiences.

Someone even figured out that on her run up to her vault, Tina was moving so
fast that if she could maintain that speed for one hundred meters that she
would set a new record for the men's one hundred meter dash. What they didn't
know is that not only could Tina maintain that speed for at least two hundred
meters but that she could run four hundred meters and only lose a tiny
fraction of that swift pace.

Tina's floor exercise has been described as "the greatest feat of sheer
athleticism in the history of mankind combined with the most graceful
movements ever witnessed". One of the world's greatest living poets found it
impossible to describe Tina's floor exercise with mere words and finally
concluded "One has to witness it to believe that something so beautiful can
truly exist." Most people who watch it live find that it's so breathtaking
that they can't watch it without bursting into tears of joy.

Tina generated a huge amount of excitement for women's gymnastics. For the
first time men were watching the sport in large numbers that had traditionally
been more popular with women. That was in no small part due to the fact that
by the time Tina was eighteen, she was an extremely beautiful young woman.

She had light brown hair that was past her shoulders to about the middle of
her shoulder blades. Her face was naturally beautiful with a girl next door
wholesomeness. However, what really attracted a lot of attention was her
devastating figure. Many female gymnasts are known for their lean, toned arms
and legs and tight, round bottoms. Tina had these physical attributes and
more. Unlike many lady gymnasts who are flat chested, Tina had large, round,
firm double-D breasts and accentuated curves that gave a softer, more feminine
look than any woman gymnast that anyone could remember.

With her large, round, firm breasts, Tina once again defied the odds. Large
breasts are generally considered detrimental to a female gymnast's
performance. It has something to do with altering their center of gravity. But
Tina's huge breasts didn't seem to hinder her abilities in the least, and they
did wonders for her mainstream appeal. As a result she was popular with males
from age twelve to one hundred and twelve because there was always the hope
that they would pop out of the low cut leotards she wore.

Of course, there have been other popular women gymnasts in the past such as
Olga Korbut, Nadia Comaneci and Mary Lou Retton to name a few, but none of
them came close to Tina Truex's popularity. She didn't only become the most
popular gymnast in history, but she quickly became the most famous athlete of
either gender in the world. Her name became known in every country on the
planet from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe.

Despite her busy training and competition schedule Tina graduated with honors
from high school a year early at age seventeen. By that time she'd received
offers of full academic scholarships to Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Dartmouth
and Brown. She hadn't applied to Cornell, Columbia or UPenn. It turned out
that the original reason she'd gotten into gymnastics was superfluous.

Nevertheless, she decided to put off college for a year to devote her
full-time to gymnastics. She wanted to compete in world competitions including
the 2016 Summer Olympics in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. She felt that world travel
would broaden her horizons.

In addition, her status as a world-class athlete also gave her the opportunity
to earn money by picking up endorsement deals. Soon she was making huge sums
of money just for wearing a certain brand of athletic shoes of for being seen
in public with jackets with particular logos on them. When they put her face
on a Wheaties Cereal box sales shot an unprecedented five hundred percent.

After that, the endorsement feeding frenzy began in earnest. When she was
featured on the cover of the annual swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated
wearing a skimpy bikini the issue became their biggest seller of all time.
Sports Illustrated had to issue a second and even third and fourth printing to
meet the demand. After that she was offered ten million dollars to pose
topless in Playboy. She declined.

Tina became so popular, that a toy company developed a line of authorized Tina
Truex action figures that became the most popular toy of the year. Even though
she'd never acted before, she was offered leading parts in Hollywood movies
(which she also turned down). Despite her short 5'2" stature, the world's
leading fashion designers all wanted her to model their latest designs.

By the time of the 2016 Summer Olympic Games, Tina was a multi-millionaire.
Since her approach to managing her finances was similar to her approach to
everything else she did - with precision, intelligence and discipline - there
was very little doubt that she was financially secure for the rest of her
life.

The only thing missing from Tina's life was a significant other. Before
getting into gymnastics, she kept a low profile and mostly hid her attractive
figure under baggy clothes. This was impossible when she began competing and
wearing the typical gymnast's leotard. When you combine that with the fact
that she went from a B-cup to a DD-cup between the ages of fifteen to eighteen
.... Let's just say that her popularity grew with her bust line.

Of course, being beautiful and world famous brought her a lot of attention
from men. She was hit on and pursued by fellow athletes as well as the young
elite of the entertainment industry. Actors, musicians, rappers and those
"famous for being famous" (i.e. reality TV stars) competed for her attention.

Unfortunately for them, she found all of them vapid, conceited, uninspiring
and boring. They generally had very little interest in topics other than
themselves and therefore had nothing interesting to say. She also found that
many of them were too fragile of ego to be seen with her since, no matter how
famous they were, she inevitably received most of the attention.

Either that, or men were mostly interested in her BECAUSE she garnered so much
attention. In other words, some men wanted to go out with her just so they'd
be noticed by the media.

And, of course, in the world of women's athletic, Tina was also hit on by more
than a few women. While she did briefly consider women as an alternative (and
maybe even experimented some), she ultimately decided that she was exclusively
interested in men.

Tina went on a lot of first dates but very few second dates and so far no
third dates.

She decided that at the 2016 Summer Olympics, she was going to avoid any
significant male contact, perform in her events, visits as many cultural sites
in Rio as she could squeeze in, collect her gold medals and then retire from
competition.

After all, gymnastics had served its purpose. In the fall she would begin
college. Since finances were no longer a consideration for her, she would be
free to pursue whatever academic interests she wanted without having to worry
about eventually earning a living. She figured that she would have a better
chance of meeting the kind of boy she was looking for in collage than in the
world of athletics.

When it came to her ideal man, a song from the musical "The Music Man" played
over and over in her head. Part of the lyrics went: "All I want is a plain
man. All I want is a modest man, a quiet man, a gentle man, a straightforward
and honest man . . . . And I would like him to be more interested in me than
he is in himself and more interested in us than in me. And if occasionally
he'd ponder what makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great, him I could love 'til
I die."

Tina knew that she was unlikely to meet a man like that among the athletes
living in the Olympic village. The men she met there were mostly egotistical
jerks that were way too in love with themselves to be truly interested in her.
Of course, there were plenty of men who wanted to have sex with her, so she
still got hit on a lot. As a result, she did her best to concentrate on
training and to keep to herself.

Tina mostly trained alone. She hadn't developed a lot of camaraderie with her
teammates. They were generally either in awe of her or jealous of all the
media attention she received. Tina couldn't really blame them for either
reaction. The truth was, she was so much better than they were that there was
not a lot of common ground.

It wasn't that Tina was conceited or standoffish. She simply didn't know how
to bridge the wide gap between her phenomenal abilities and theirs. She
couldn't give them pointers on how to perform stunts that they simply did not
have the ability to master. For all her amazing talents, Tina was still
socially rather awkward. She didn't know how to act as if she wasn't smarter,
stronger and vastly more talented than her gymnastics "peers".

As a result, Tina spent most of her time feeling isolated. This was not a new
experience for her. "How ironic," she thought, "I'm world famous and the envy
of little girls around the world. All over America, kids play with my action
figure. They pretend to be me, and yet I don't have one really close friend."

And then Tina met John. To tell the truth, she noticed him before she ever met
him. John was a weightlifter for the United States. The first thing that Tina
noticed about him was that he was quite handsome.

John wasn't handsome in an obvious, look-at-me, pretty-boy kind of way. It was
deeper than that. He was good looking in a quiet way. He was 6'2", weighed 230
pounds and was in top physical condition, but so were most of the athletes
living in the Olympic village.

He wore his brown hair short, and he had a pleasant, everyman kind of face.
The thing that made him stand out for Tina initially was his brown eyes. Tina
saw something in John eyes. Was it intelligence? Integrity? Modesty? Maybe it
was all of these things.

One thing was for sure, John wasn't like most of the other male athletes. He
was quiet. He didn't brag about himself or endlessly show off. Like Tina, it
seemed like John was in Brazil to get a job done, but that goal wasn't his
entire identity.

Tina also noticed that while most of the athletes trained hard, John seemed to
train a little harder. It seemed like every time she went to the training gym
provided for the U.S. athletes, John was there. She also noticed that he
mostly seemed to train by himself. That was another thing they had in common.

The fact that he often took off his shirt when he trained and that he had big,
bulging muscles didn't hurt any either. Tina liked the way John looked with no
shirt on. She liked the way his big, bulging muscles looked when they dripped
with sweat.

Even though she had decided that she was not going to become entangled with
boys, she began to reconsider. John had captured her attention.

Finally, two things happened that convinced her to take a chance. The first
thing was that she discovered that sometimes when she would look in his
direction to steal a glance at him, John would be doing the same thing to her.

It was difficult for Tina to understand why this discovery gave her such a
thrill. For the last year and a half she'd had so many men and boys watching
her morning, noon and night. It got so that she could feel their lustful eyes
on her all the time.

But it was much different with John. He was shy about it. He seemed
embarrassed when he got caught looking at her. His face flushed with redness,
and he quickly turned away. Tina found that particular move especially
adorable. When other men stared at her, it was with lust and desire. When she
caught John looking her way, it wasn't the same somehow. He looked at her with
longing, yes, but also with humility. He didn't look as if he thought he
deserved to know her, but rather as if knowing her would be a privilege.

This attitude appealed to Tina. She was not an unreasonably conceited person,
but she possessed sufficient self-awareness to understand that she was an
extraordinary young woman.

The thing that REALLY put John over as far as Tina was concerned however was
when she noticed him one day sitting on a bus half-full of U.S. athletes
touring some of the historic sites of Rio. Instead of cutting up with his
friends between stops, John was reading a book!

Upon closer examination, the book John was reading was The Grapes of Wrath by
John Steinbeck. "Oh my God," thought Tina, "That's literature!" She finally
decided it was time to go over and talk to the tall, handsome, shy boy with
the big muscles.

The next time the bus stopped at a red light, Tina made her way over to where
John was sitting. The seat behind him was unoccupied so Tina sat down in it.
"That's a great book you're reading," Tina complimented.

John looked up. When he saw that it was Tina talking to him, a hundred
emotions flashed across his face instantly. Among them were fear, joy,
shyness, bliss, nervousness, shock, satisfaction and whatever it's called when
something you wished for but didn't dare to hope for was actually coming true.

"I know," said John, "I've read it before."

"Why are you reading it again?" asked Tina.

"Well...I read for my tenth grade literature class, and I liked it, but I
wasn't sure I got everything I could out of it," he replied. Tina liked this
answer. She appreciated that John was the kind of person who would read a book
twice in order to experience it to its fullest. She also appreciated his
dreamy brown eyes.

"I always thought The Grapes of Wrath had a very enigmatic ending," opined
Tina.

"Yeah, I don't really think I got it back in tenth grade. That's one of the
reasons I wanted to read it again. The book ending I loved back in tenth grade
was the ending to Animal Farm by George Orwell. I have to admit that I still
love that closing line."

"Oh yes! That was a good one," Tina agreed. She couldn't believe that she was
sitting on a tourist bus in Rio, Brazil discussing literature with a handsome
weightlifter named John. She decided that it was time that she knew something
more about John the weightlifter.

"So, John, where are you from?" she asked.

"Me? I'm from Lawrence, Kansas," he replied. Tina smiled at this. It pleased
her to know that John was from the part of the United States known as "the
Heartland". It pleased John to be able to see Tina's world famous smile from
so close up.

"Kansas, huh?" Tina said.

"Yes," said John, "Now, I suppose you're going to make a joke about Dorothy
and Toto," he said with an easy grin.

"No, of course not," Tina lied. Whatever joke she was about to make flew out
of her head anyway. All she could think about at the moment was what a nice
smile John had.

And so it began. For the next two weeks, Tina and John were practically
inseparable friends. They trained together as much as they could although
weight lifting and gymnastics training regimens are quite different. But they
did take a five mile run together every morning.

John was amazed to discover that Tina didn't only keep up with him on their
morning runs, but he got the distinct impression that she held back for him.
He noticed that when they were finished, he was sweating and breathing hard,
and she looked as fresh as when she started.

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" Tina replied.

"How can you run five miles like that and still look as fresh as a daisy?" he
asked.

"Oh, that," she said, "I don't know. This physical stuff just comes easy to
me. I just don't tire out very easily."

"What are you, from the planet Krypton or something?" John joked.

"I prefer to think of myself as a mutant," Tina quipped back.

"Whatever it is, it's amazing," John observed, "You look like you could go
another twenty miles at the pace we were going."

"Yeah, maybe," Tin replied simply. The truth was, she'd never tried to run
twenty miles before. However, she had no reason to believe that she couldn't.
Nor did she have any reason to believe that she couldn't do so at the same
pace. John was right about her holding back. Tina was pretty sure she could
run twenty miles - even forty - at that pace.

Another time, Tina came to visit John in the gym when he was sweating out
fifty one handed push-ups with each arm. Doing those one handed push-ups took
every bit of strength and endurance that John had. Tina playfully got on the
mat and started pumping out one handed push-ups of her own. She quickly did
one hundred with each arm.

"Geez, Tina, that's amazing!" John said, "How many more of those can you do?"

"I don't know; probably not that many more," she replied even thought she was
certain she could have done a thousand or more with no problem.

"You did twice as many as I did, and in less than half the time!" John pointed
out.

"Yeah, but I'm a lot lighter than you are," Tina said. John let it go.

Another time he walked in on Tina doing one handed pull-ups. "How many of
those have you done?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied, "Forty or fifty I guess." The real number was
three hundred and seventy-two. That was after effortlessly doing five hundred
with her other arm.

"How did you get up to that high bar?" John asked. The bar she was using was
fifteen feet off the ground which is pretty damn high for a girl who was only
5'2".

"I jumped," replied Tina, "My leg muscles are strong." She didn't tell him
that she could have easily OVER that bar is she wanted to.

"I'll say," John agreed. He was used to Tina performing amazing stunts, but
nothing prepared him for what happened next.

As Tina kept doing one handed pull-ups, she held out her free hand and said,
"Jump up and grab my hand."

"No, I'll pull you down; you might get hurt," he protested.

"No I won't," she insisted. John still didn't want to jump up and grab her
hand. Finally Tina said, "Don't you trust me?"

"Well... yeah...," John said. Tina once again extended her hand in his
direction. She looked at him directly in the eyes. She was so beautiful that
he lost the will to refuse her. When he jumped up, she grabbed his wrist and
continued doing one handed pull-ups with his added 230 pounds like it was
nothing. She didn't even lose a beat!

As John felt his body being lifted up and down by this incredibly strong and
beautiful young woman, a strange feeling came over him. He began to feel
aroused in a way that he'd never felt before - in a way he never even dreamed
possible. It was like an overwhelming wave a pleasure swept through his body.

It was so overwhelming, in fact, that he didn't know how to handle it. "Let me
down," he said breathlessly. When he looked up at Tina's face, he could see
that she was feeling it too. There was this animal attraction - this
overpowering passion - that passed between them. For a moment, they locked
eyes. Without words, they communicated something deep and primal - something
that neither one of them had the ability to speak out loud.

Tina dropped John to the ground and then dropped to the ground beside him
herself. They avoided eye contact. "I better go shower now. I'll see you
later, okay."

"Yeah, okay," John replied. He immediately took a shower as well - a cold,
cold shower.

When they weren't training, John and Tina spent time together seeing the sites
of Rio. This wasn't always easy since Tina attracted a great deal of attention
everywhere she went. John was shy, so all this attention made him
uncomfortable. It wasn't long before pictures of the two of them together
began appearing in newspapers and magazines around the world.

The cover of People Magazine ran a picture of them on the cover along with the
question "Who is the new man in Tina's life?"

Despite John's discomfort, the thought of spending less time with Tina was
never a serious option for him. Quite the contrary, he had to keep pinching
himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He really was spending all this time
with Tina Truex. Even more unbelievable to him was that she seemed just and
eager and happy to be spending so much time with him!

As much as he was in awe of her beauty and amazing athleticism, he was
enchanted by her cheerful, engaging personality, her boundless energy, her
intelligence and inquisitive nature and her playful disposition. She seemed to
be able to make any situation fun.

As for Tina, she loved John's integrity, his willingness to try anything, his
kind, gentle nature, his warmth and his complete lack of guile. She trusted
him and knew that he was spending time with her because he liked her and for
no other reason.

Tina also admired John's work ethic. She recognized that as easy as gymnastics
came to her, John had to work hard for every bit of his success as a
weightlifter. It even made her feel a little sad that she should be so much
more successful and talented than he was. She believed in her heart that he
deserved success more than her. She also knew in her heart that while she
would go home with several gold medals, he would be lucky to win bronze.

Another thing that Tina really adored about John but also found frustrating
was his shyness. Other than the time she lifted him by the wrist as she did
one handed pull-ups, John hadn't so much as tried to hold her hand. She liked
that he was shy. She liked that he didn't seem to know just how handsome and
endearing he was. However, it drove her crazy that he didn't try to advance
their relationship in a more physical direction. She was sure that he was
physically attracted to her, and the feeling was more than mutual.

So the obvious question was, why didn't Tina make the first move? The answer
to that was complicated. She understood that while John truly liked her and
was physically attracted to her, he was also intimidated by her. Looking at
things from his perspective, it was hard not to be. She was a world class
athlete. In fact, at this particular point in history, she was THE world class
athlete - the kind of athlete that only comes along once a century or so.

Knowing that he was intimidated, Tina understood that she would have to wait
for him to make his move in his own good time. It wasn't that she was the
shrinking violet type that thought that it was unladylike to be physically
aggressive with a man. She also knew that John would respond positively if she
did become physically aggressive.

What she feared was that if she made the first move that the balance of power
in their relationship would always be in her favor. That's not what she
wanted. She didn't want it to be in his favor either. She wanted there to be
an actually BALANCE. She didn't want to be in charge, nor did she wish to be
subservient. She wanted a relationship of equals like they had as friends.

She understood why John might not be ready to take things to the next level.
She was willing to wait for him to become comfortable. However, that didn't
mean that the waiting was easy; she REALLY wanted to jump his bones! She
wanted feel his muscular, naked body pressed against hers.

It was the day of the gymnastics finals, and the media frenzy surrounding it
was terrific. It seemed as if the entire population of the world was waiting
to see what Tina would unleash. She did not disappoint. In each event she
added at least one never-before-seen element that left the entire world
stunned and breathless.

For example, on the balance beam, the crowd had grown accustomed to seeing her
balance her entire body on one index finger. However they were stunned when
using the strength in just her index finger she sprang up several inches
before landing back on her feet only to immediately go into a double back flip
dismount.

Similarly, during her floor exercise at one point, after building momentum
with some forward handsprings she jumped off of one leg so high that if she'd
been competing in the high jump she would have set a new men's world record.
In fact, she jumped so high that she came close to the qualifying height for
the men's pole vault competition! And she did a triple forward flip with a
double twist on the way back down.

On the uneven parallel bars, she moved so quickly between the bars that the
judges were forced to watch part of the routine on slow motion instant replay
just so they could catch every twist and turn. To no one's surprise each
maneuver was flawless.

As usual she scored a perfect ten from each judge in each event thus setting a
new Olympic scoring record. Furthermore, it was a record that could never be
beat unless the method of scoring this competition was radically changed.

While the world watched, Tina's main concern was John's reaction to all her
performances. Thankfully, none of them interfered with his own competition.
The look of awe on John's face after each of her routines, the feel of his
strong arms picking her up and hugging her each time was worth more to Tina
than all the Olympic gold medals in the world. The thrill of physical contact
with John made her tingle all over.

In the end, Tina won the gold in each of the four individual events which of
course meant that she captured first place in the individual all-around
competition as well. With her as their anchor, the U.S. team also won gold in
the team event.

Later that night when they were alone, John said, "Tina, you were just so
amazing today. I can't believe how talented you are!" Tina smiled at him. "Six
gold medals! And I guess this is just the start for you. You'll surely compete
in the 2020 games."

"I don't think so," said Tina.

"Why not?" asked John, "You'll only be twenty-two years old, and you're so far
ahead of the competition now. I don't see anyone catching up with you in the
next four years."

"No, John, after this, I'm though with gymnastics."

"But why?" asked John.

"Believe it or not, part of it is because of you," she replied.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I've seen how hard you've had to work to get here. I made me realize that
most of the girls I'm competing against must have worked just as hard. On the
other hand, I've hardly worked at all. I mean seriously, John, do you have any
idea how easy this stuff is for me? It's not fair for me to keep dominating
this sport when I haven't really earned it."

"Is it really that easy for you?" John asked.

"Yes, John." Tina took a big breath. "I'm going to tell you something that
nobody else in the world knows besides me. I'm going to tell you this because
I trust you, John, and because you're my best friend."

John felt a tug at his heart when he heard Tina say that he was her best
friend. "I'm glad you trust me, Tina. That means more to me than anything.
What is it you want to tell me?"

"I've been holding back," she said quietly.

John looked at her like he surely hadn't heard correctly. "Come again," he
said.

"I've been holding back," she repeated.

"How can that be?" he asked, "You're the greatest gymnast - probably the
greatest athlete - that's ever lived. You're so good that it's almost
impossible to comprehend."

"Exactly," responded Tina, "And everything I've shown the public has been easy
for me. If I showed the world what I was truly capable of, no one WOULD
believe it."

"I...don't know what to say, Tina," said John. "I mean...it's not that I don't
believe you...exactly...I just...maybe it would help if you explained just
what you meant." At the time, they were talking in a commons area of the
Olympic Village. They were alone, but apparently they weren't secluded enough.

Tina slipped her hand in his and said, "Come with me." John felt a wave of
heat pass through his body when Tina's and his hand touched. She led him
outside to an open area. It was dark outside, and she looked around to make
sure no one was watching. Then she said, "This is what I mean."

With no running or building of momentum of any kind, from a standing start,
Tina jumped twenty-seven feet straight up into the air. When she reached her
apex she tucked her legs in and turned four summersaults on the way back down
landing less than three centimeters away from the exact spot that she launched
herself from.

"I...I can't believe what I just saw," John said.

"See," Tina said. Then she said, "Watch this!" She grabbed him with both of
her hands on his waist and tossed him about seven feet in the air. Before he
could land, she did a one handed handstand below him and caught him with her
feet beneath his rear end. While balanced on one hand holding him aloft
sitting on her feet, she began to do one handed push-ups supporting their
combined weight!

She gently lowered him back onto the solid ground. John looked at her and
asked, "How long have you been able to do stuff like that?"

"I'm not sure really. I was never really into sports before I decided to
become a gymnast so I never tried to do stuff like that. All I know is that
when I DID start trying I could do things that nobody else in the entire world
seemed to be able to do. It was easy."

"But that's crazy," John insisted, "A person just doesn't decide one day to
become a world-class athlete and then become one immediately."

"And yet, that's basically what I did," Tina said. "I'm pretty sure I could
have become a world-class athlete in any sport I chose. It just happened to be
gymnastics. I guess that's why I don't really value my athletic abilities that
much. It's all just too easy for me. Mastering the multiplication table in
third grade was hard. Quantum physics are kind of hard. Sitting through a
marathon viewing of all the "Twilight" movies would be hard. Athletics are
easy."

One look at John's ashen face told Tina that he was stunned. She tried to
clarify. "Don't get me wrong; I'm grateful for all that gymnastics has given
me. I've had a chance to travel the world. I've earned more money than I'll
probably ever need. I have my own action figure line. And, John, it's likely
that you and I would have never met if it wasn't for gymnastics. So... yes,
I'm very grateful, but, let's face it, I don't have anything else to prove. I
think it's better to quit while I'm still on top. Right now the world thinks
I'm fabulous. How long before they start resenting me or thinking I'm a
freak?"

John still looked stunned. He looked at his watch. "It's getting late. As you
know, the weightlifting finals are day after tomorrow, so I better get my
sleep."

"Okay, will I see you tomorrow?" she asked.

"I..." he looked at the ground. "I better spend tomorrow training and
concentrating on the finals. I...I'll call you tomorrow night, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," said Tina. She went to bed with a heavy heart. She was afraid
that she'd revealed too much.

It took all the will Tina had not to go see John the next day. Her head told
her to give him a little space and time to process things. Her heart said
otherwise. She decided in this case to follow her head.

Around nine PM the next night, John called her. "Are you ready for the finals
tomorrow?" she asked.

"I guess," he said.

"You don't sound too ready," Tina said, concerned.

"To tell the truth, I'm having a hard time concentrating on weightlifting. I
keep thinking about how stupid I acted last night. I wish I could explain my
behavior... I just...geez, Tina, you're just so amazing."

Tina said, "Listen to me, John, I get it. I do. And I know that you're right;
I am amazing." If anyone else in the world was saying this, it would have
sounded vain and awful. The way Tina said it, it sounded like a simple
statement of fact.

They both understood that in this context "amazing" wasn't an altogether
positive thing. What most people don't think about is that being confronted
with the amazing can be a scary and traumatic thing. It's overwhelming and
intimidating. Being amazing can involve its own unique set of negatives.
Seeing Sasquatch or having a UFO land in your back yard would be amazing, but
it's not an experience that everyone wants to have.

Then Tina said, "But I want you to know that I think that you're pretty
amazing too, John. I believe that you're amazing enough to handle someone like
me."

"You really think so?" he asked.

"I sure hope so, John. I hope so more than I've ever hoped for anything. I...
John, I need you to be that strong. But I don't want you to think about that
right now."

"But that's just it; I can hardly think of anything else," he said.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say, that, John. You have no
idea how much I wanted to come and see you today."

"I wanted to see you too," he said.

"But I think that it's probably better that we didn't," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes, because I only want you to concentrate on one thing until the finals are
over. I want you to think about all the hard work you went through to get
there. I want you to think about all the sacrifices you've made. I want you to
lay your head on your pillow tonight knowing that you deserve to be here and
knowing that tomorrow you're going to lift more weight that you've ever lifted
in your life."

"I...I think I can do that," he said, "But I have to know first, are we okay?"

"John, we're more than okay. I promise you - John, I PROMISE you - that we're
more than okay. After the medal ceremony tomorrow, which I know you're going
to be part of, we'll talk. We'll talk, and we'll figure this thing out. I know
that we can work this out together. I simply won't have it any other way."

"Will you be there to cheer me on tomorrow?" he asked.

"John, there is no place on Earth I would rather be. If both of my legs were
broken, I would crawl to the arena where the finals are being held."

"You wouldn't have to do that," he joked, "You're the world's greatest
gymnast; you could walk over on your hands." It made Tina smile to hear John
joking again. "Do you really think I can beat those Russians?" he asked.

"The Russians" he referred to were Igor Berestov and Dmitry Shainova, the one
and two ranked heavyweight weightlifters in the world.

"I don't know, John, but I do know that if you do the best you can, then I'll
be proud of you," Tina replied.

"Tina, I promise that you'll be proud of me because I'm going to do the
absolute best I can," John said. Tina could hear the confidence in his voice.

"Awesome," Tina responded, "Now get to bed and get plenty of sleep, and I'll
meet you tomorrow for breakfast."

"Nine PM?" said John.

"I'll see you then." That night John had the most restful night of sleep in
his life. He felt confident about the next day and all the days to follow.

The next morning they had breakfast together. John was shocked when he saw
Tina. Of course, Tina always looked beautiful, but most of the time they were
hanging out together, she didn't bother to wear makeup or to fix her hair in
any particular way. Most of the time she pulled her long brown hair into a
simple ponytail.

This morning she was fully made-up and her hair was lightly curled and loose
around her gorgeous face. She looked the way she did when her beautiful face
and body on the cover sold more copies of Sports Illustrated than any other
issue in history.

She was also wearing a form fitting outfit consisting of a short miniskirt
that showed off her legs and ass to perfection and a tight half tank top that
showed off both her flat, toned abs as well as her amble cleavage. John's eyes
nearly popped out of his head when he saw her.

"My God, Tina, you look amazing!" he said. This time, the word "amazing" held
only a positive meaning.

"I know, right," she said, "I wanted to look my best to inspire you today."

John was inspired. He was inspired and more than a little aroused. He could
feel his cock start to harden in his pants. He looked at this beautiful young
woman who looked so feminine and yet so strong and powerful. He had never
wanted anyone like he wanted Tina right now. Not even close.

She put her hand on his arm and said, "Let's get some breakfast." The feel of
her touching his arm made him feel weak at the knees. At the same time, it
made him feel strong and powerful.

During breakfast, they talked about a lot of things. They joked and they
laughed the way they always did. What they did NOT talk about was what was
going to happen after the games were over. They both knew that they would have
to talk about this eventually, but neither of them wanted to talk about it
now.

They talked for hours. Finally, it was getting close to the time when John had
to head over to the venue where the weightlifting finals were being held. Tina
reached across the table and took John's hand in hers. "Are you ready?" she
asked.

It was as if her touch sent a surge of energy through his body. He could swear
he felt himself getting stronger as his muscles tensed. "Knowing that you're
in the crowd watching and on my side, I feel stronger than I've ever felt in
my life," he said. "Let's go!"

John lifted in the heavyweight class. He weighed just under the 105kg that was
the cut-off for this division. Even though both of the Russians were several
inches taller than him, Igor and Dmitry each weighed the same give or take a
gram or two. They also had bigger muscles than John.

When all was said and done, John DID lift more than he'd ever lifted in his
life. On his snatch, he lifted 191kg (421 lbs) when his previous personal best
was 188kg (414lbs). On his clean and jerk, he managed to lift an impressive
218kg (480.6 lbs). His personal best in this event prior to this was 208kg
(458.5 lbs). In other words, in the clean and jerk, he lifted over twenty
pounds more than he'd ever lifted before.

When it came time for his final clean and jerk attempt, he looked out and saw
Tina watching from the audience. He could see the anxiety mixed with hope in
her eyes. It touched his heart to know that Tina - an athlete that never got
nervous prior to her own events - was so obviously nervous for him.

There comes a point in a clean and jerk lift, just before the final push up,
when the lifter knows whether he's mastered the weight or whether he's going
to lose it. When John reached that point, he felt as if he'd lost control
when, desperately, he looked into the crowd at Tina. For a split second, their
eyes locked and something passed between them. It was as if Tina was
transferring a tiny fraction of her own explosive power to John.

He saw her lips move. She mouthed the words "I love you." This gave him the
power to raise the incredible weight over his head and to hold it there long
enough for it to count.

In the end, John's combined score of 409kg (901.6 lbs) was enough to earn him
a bronze medal. As predicted, Dmitry and Igor took gold and silver
respectively. They both set new world records for their weight class in doing
so. Dmitry set a new clean and jerk record with 248kg (546.7 lbs) while Igor
beat the old snatch record when he lifted 205kg (451.9 lbs). Dmitry's combined
score was 415kg (914.8 lbs); Igor's was 412kg (908.3 lbs).

During the medal ceremony, Tina was so proud of John that she cried when the
medal was placed around his neck. The irony of this was that she'd never felt
half this emotion with any of her own athletic achievements, vast though they
were.

Later that evening, the two were walking hand in hand through the Olympic
village. "I'm so proud of you, John," Tina said.

"Honestly, I don't think I could have done it if not for you," John said.

"Don't sell yourself short," Tina said, "You got here all on your own before
you even met me."

"Yes, but I'll never be the athlete you are," he pointed out. Tina made a
derisive "phfft" noise. "Let me put it this way," said John, "You'd do better
in my sport than I would in yours."

"You think so?" asked Tina. John nodded his head. Tina got a devilish grin on
her face, grabbed John by the arm and said, "Let's find out!" Once again John
marveled at the strength packed into the petite 5'2", 118 pound gymnast. In
her enthusiasm she almost pulled him completely off his feet with what
appeared to be a light tug of her arm.

It just so happened that they were walking past the gymnast's training
facility, and Tina pulled him inside. "Take off your sweat suit," she
instructed. She knew that John was still wearing his tights under his sweat
suit. In a pinch, he could use those for tumbling around the mats.

"I'll be right back," she said as she headed into the locker room. A few
minutes later she emerged wearing short spandex shorts and very tight sports
bra that showed off even more cleavage than the outfit she showed up to
breakfast in. "I had these workout clothes in the locker room,' she explained.

It was true that she had these clothes in the locker room, but they didn't
just happen to be there like she made it seem. The truth was, she planted
these clothes in the locker room hoping to lure John in so that she could
fully show off her devastating figure for him. The Olympic games were almost
over with only a few more events to complete before the closing ceremonies the
day after tomorrow. Tina figured that this training area would be deserted at
this time of night, and she was right. She and John were the only ones around.

She thought that this would be a great opportunity to persuade John to push
their relationship to the next level.

"Now, let's see what you can do," she said to John.

"What do you mean? What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Let's start with something simple; show me a cartwheel," she said.

"Aw, come on," protested John, "I'd feel silly." He shouldn't have even tried
to resist because within a minute, Tina talked him into it the same way pretty
girls always talk men into doing things that don't necessarily want to do.

John showed Tina his best cartwheel. It wasn't that bad...considering that
John was a big, tall, lumbering weightlifter who hadn't even tried to do a
cartwheel in years. Tina gave him a few pointers about keeping his arms and
legs straighter and about trying to move more fluidly.

Then she positioned herself in front of him and instructed him to try again
right in front of where she was standing. When he did, she grabbed his hips
with her hands while his legs were in the air and helped him hold his body
straight. The feel of Tina touching his hips once again caused John to feel
aroused. He was also turned on by the way the beautiful, delicate-looking
young woman had the strength the support most of his bodyweight as she helped
him glide more gracefully across the floor.

He was sure that she had the strength to easily support his entire bodyweight
with her hands, and this only caused him to become more aroused. In addition
to cartwheels, Tina showed John some simple forward and backward somersaults
and even got him to try walking and making graceful turns on the balance beam.

It's safe to say that John would never join the men's gymnast's team, but he
did show slightly better that average grace for a man his size. "We should go
dancing sometime," Tina remarked.

"I'd like that," said John. Tina's heart gave a little flutter at this because
this is the closest John had ever been to suggesting that they go out on a
date.

After a half-hour or so, John suggested that they go to the weightlifters
training area to see how Tina would perform at his sport. John was more than
slightly interested in seeing just how strong Tina was.

Like the gymnast's training area, the weightlifting training facility was
equally deserted. John thought he'd start Tina out easy. He set up a barbell
with one hundred and twenty pounds. "This is slightly more than your body
weight," he explained. As he expected, Tina lifted it without apparent strain.

He then tried a few more incremental increases which Tina handled easily. He
followed this by loading the barbell to two hundred and forty pounds. He
explained, "This is more than twice your bodyweight. Today I cleaned and
jerked two hundred and eight percent of my own bodyweight. If you can lift
this over your head, this puts you into an elite class of world-class
weightlifters.

John was only mildly surprised when Tina lifted the weight over her head. He
was amazed at how easily she did so, however. She used no discernible
technique. She didn't need to. She simply powered the weight up as if it was
no big deal.

"My God, Tina, you lifted that like it was nothing," he observed.

"Do you want to know the truth?" she asked.

"Sure; why not."

"It looked easy because it WAS easy," she said. "I guess I'm pretty strong,
huh?"

"Do you know how much can you lift?" John asked.

"I have no idea," Tina replied. She decided that it was time for her to lay
her cards on the table. "I don't know because I've never tried to see what my
limit was before, but I do know that it's a lot more than this."

"What do you suggest?" asked John.

"Double it," she said.

"Double it?" John asked incredulously.

"That's what I said," Tina said playfully.

As John set about the task of doubling the weight on the barbell, his hands
trembled slightly. While he could not quite believe that a young woman Tina's
size could really lift that much weight, even the remote possibility of it
thrilled him for reasons he couldn't bring himself to talk about.

After loading the barbell with just a tiny fraction less than the weight he'd
lifted that day, John said, "Okay, there it is; that's four hundred and eighty
pounds."

Before attempting to lift it, Tina walked over to John.... Actually, it's more
accurate to say that she slinked over to him in a slow, seductive way that
she'd never shown him before. Tina decided that she was tired of waiting for
John. She decided that it was time for her to use all of her assets to give
him a little jump start. She wanted was to seduce this handsome young stud
from Lawrence, Kansas.

"What do I get if I lift this much weight over my head?" she asked in a
breathy voice.

"Uh, what do you want?" he asked.

"Mmmmm, how about a kiss?" she asked as she reached up and put her arms around
his neck and pressed her hard, sexy body into his.

"Y-you mean if you lift that weight over your head I have to kiss you?" he
asked.

"No, John, you GET to give me a kiss. Here. Right now. As a reward for kissing
me, I'll go over and show you just how easy it is for me to lift that much
weight. You'd like that wouldn't you, John? You'd like to watch a sexy, little
girl like me lift such a heavy weight over her head, wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes," John replied. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was
so loud that he wondered why Tina didn't seem to hear it as well. At the same
time, he could feel his dick begin to get hard. He didn't fully understand
everything that he was feeling, but he knew that the idea that a girl that
looked as sexy and feminine as Tina was also as strong or stronger than him
turned him on more than anything had ever turned him on before.

Tina pulled John's face down to hers. He didn't resist. She leaned in three
quarters of the way to his mouth, but then stopped. "Kiss me, John, kiss me
now." He willingly closed the short distance between them and their lips
pressed together. Her lips were so warm and soft and inviting. Her mouth
tasted sweet. John pressed his lips harder as he felt Tina's tongue enter his
mouth.

This was the moment they'd both been longing or ever since they'd met. It was
one of those rare and grand moments when a hotly anticipated event far exceeds
already high expectations. It was a long, deep, probing kiss.

As John felt Tina's large breasts being pressed against him and her tongue
exploring the inside of his mouth, his knees grew weak and buckled.
Fortunately, Tina was there to hold on to him and keep him from falling.

When their kiss ended, Tina said, "Would you like to see me lift that weight
now?"

"Yes, Tina, God yes!" John responded.

Tina smiled at him and walked slowly over to the massive weight. Again, with
almost no effort, she lifted the four hundred and eighty completely over her
head. When she lowered the weight back to the ground, she did not simply drop
it the way weightlifters release weights this heavy. Instead she carefully
placed it back on the ground in a controlled, steady way. John knew by the way
she lowered the weight that Tina was stronger than he was - probably much
stronger than him.

"My God! Tina, do you know what you've just done? That was four times your own
body weight. That was almost as much as I lifted yesterday!"

"That was four hundred and six percent of my bodyweight to be precise, and it
was easy," she responded. She was beginning to really get excited by the
prospect of her own power. But first she had to make sure that John was
excited as well.

"It doesn't bother you that I can lift almost as much as you does it, John? If
it does, we can stop now." Tina said this even though she didn't want to stop.

"I guess maybe it should bug me, but to tell the truth, it really turns me
on!" he replied. "I...I'd like to see you lift even more if possible."

"Oh! I'm sure it's possible," Tina said with enthusiasm.

"H-how much more?" John asked.

"I don't know...would it be showing off to ask you to double it again?" she
asked. She wasn't sure if she could really lift that much weight, but she felt
like a surfer catching a wave that she wanted to ride all the way.

"Y-yes," John replied. He looked like he wanted to say more, but was hesitant
to.

Sensing what he was thinking, Tina walked over and gave John another long,
sensuous kiss. This time she was even bolder and pressed her body into his
hard, stiff cock. "I think you'd like to see me show off for you, John. Am I
right?"

"Y-y-yes, Tina, I w-w-would." His voice trembled with excitement.

"Ask me to please show off for you, John," she said.

"Please, Tina, would you please show off for me?"

"Would you like to see me lift nine hundred and sixty pounds?" she asked.

"Yes, Tina," John said almost as if he was in a trance.

"Do you really think that a hot. Sexy girl like me can lift that big old
barbell?" she asked in a little girl voice.

"I...I don't know," said John, "But I hope so. I hope so, Tina."

"Would that turn you on, John. Would it turn you on to see a petite, sexy girl
like me lift that much weight? Would it John?"

"Yes, Tina, it would; it really a lot would," John replied.

"Good, John, I want you to be turned on by me. I want you to want my body. She
did a graceful pirouette that would put a prima ballerina to shame. Do you
think my body is sexy, John?"

"I think you have the sexiest body of any woman who ever lived," John said.

"And the strongest body, John. Don't forget the strongest." She certainly
proved that pound for pound she did have the strongest body on Earth. However,
Tina hadn't proved yet that she could lift the nine hundred and sixty pounds.

Despite John's by now badly shaking hands, he set up the bar with nine hundred
and sixty pounds in record time. Before going over to the huge barbell, Tina
went to John again and said, "Before I lift that weight, would you please,
kiss me again, John. Please."

John was happy to comply. This time he leaned over and lifted Tina into his
strong arms and pulled her up to him. He held her tight to his body. Again he
could feel her big, firm breasts pressing into his barrel chest. Even though
she was stronger, Tina still loved the feel of John's powerful, muscular arms
around her.

Each time their lips met, it was better - easier, more comfortable, hotter,
more loving - than the time before. When John set her back on the ground his
cock was rock hard. As Tina began walking towards the weight, she grew more
and more confident that she could master it. She glided towards it making sure
to put as much sass into her sashay as possible.

As John watcher her round, tight ass sway back and forth, he made a mental
note to make a point out of admiring this particular part of Tina's anatomy
more often in the future.

Once again, Tina grabbed hold of the bar, she lifted it with very little
effort and powered it over her head. There was so much weight at each end of
the bar that it sagged significantly and bowed in the middle.

Tina's eyes locked on John's. His eyes were wide with awe. Her eyes were
hungry with lust. "How's this, John? Do you like this?" Tina had never felt
more powerful or desirable in her life. She didn't know that she could lift
this much, but she wasn't very surprised by it either. Tina felt so desirable
and sexy that she believed that she could make any man on Earth crawl to her
and kiss her feet if she wanted.

She didn't want John on his knees however; she wanted him beside her in bed.
She could tell from the impressive bulge in his crotch that he wanted her as
much as she wanted him.

Before she let him know it though, she decided to tease him a little more.
"John, has any man ever lifted this much weight over his head?" she asked, "Or
am I officially the strongest person in the world?"

John spoke, but as he did, he stared at Tina as if he was mesmerized by her.
"There have been some anecdotal stories of men lifting that much or almost
that much in training sessions, but there's nothing official."

"Is that so?" Tina asked with all the sauce she could muster. "Well, are there
any stories of anyone who could do this?" Tina dropped one arm and continued
holding up the massive weight. Then she began to pump the weight with one arm
up and down.

"N-no," replied John. His dick pressed so hard against his tights that he was
afraid it would poke a hole through them. He knew that his massive, steel-hard
erection was obvious. He didn't care.

"Or are there any stories about someone who could do this with so much
weight?" Tina threw the barbell about six feet into the air with one hand and
caught it with the other. She did everything short of twirling it like the
world's most heavy baton.

John's head became light. The room began to spin. Before he knew it,
everything went black.

The next thing he knew, Tina was kissing his face all over and saying, "John,
wake up, darling, are you okay?" He looked up at her. He realized that she was
on the floor and that his head was in her lap.

"What happened?" he asked groggily.

"You fainted," Tina explained.

"Oh yeah," he said, "I had a sensation like all the blood was rushing out of
my head."

Tina put her hand gently on his still engorged penis. "I think I know where
all that blood went to," she said.

John blushed, but he made no move to remove Tina's hand from his cock. Tina
raised John's hand with her other hand and once again kissed John deeply.

Suddenly a voice with a heavy Russian accent said, "Isn't this a touching
scene, Igor? It's Mr. Bronze Medal with his American gymnast sweetheart?"

"Yes, Dmitry, most touching." It was Dmitry and Igor the gold and silver
medalists of the heavyweight weightlifting division.

Tina helped John to his feet. "We were just leaving," John said to the two
massively muscled Russians.

"Nyet; not so fast," said Dmitry as he stepped in front of them. "What is a
sexy gold medalist beauty like you doing with a weakling bronze medalist such
as this?"

"Well, if it's any of your business, which it most certainly is NOT, I'm about
to take him somewhere private where I can ravish his sexy body," Tina said to
the overbearing Russian.

"But wait, sexy American gymnast girl," Igor said, "Wouldn't you rather be
with two strong Russians than week American girly-man?" As he said this, Igor
put his hand on Tina's shoulder.

Tina looked at him with a deadpan expression and said, "Please, take your paw
off of my shoulder."

"What is this 'paw' you speak of?" asked Igor, "You mean like monkey, yes?"

"I'd say more like a gorilla," replied Tina.

"Yes, exactly! Like a gorilla Igor is big and strong," Igor responded proudly.

"I'll say it just one more time; get your hand off of me."

"But can't we discuss it, baby?"

Tina was not in the mood to talk. Instead, she grabbed Igor's arm and twisted
it in such a way that drove him immediately to his knees.

"Hey, sexy American gymnast baby, let go of Igor's arm. You are hurting me!"

Dmitry took a step towards Tina. "Stop using whatever kung fu-judo trick you
are using on my friend, sexy, American gymnast whore!"

That's when John decided to become involved. "Hey, don't call my girlfriend
that!" he shouted.

Tina let go of Igor's arm before breaking it as said, "Please, John, let me
handle this." She said it in a way that sounded like she was asking a favor
rather than bossing him around.

John looked at her and thought of what Tina might do to the rude Russians with
her terrible strength. A smile crept across his face. "Sure, Tina, go ahead."

Before taking any action against the Russians, Tina looked at John and said,
"Did you mean it when you called me your girlfriend?"

"Yes...that is if you want to be," John replied.

"I'd like that very much," Tina responded. You could practically see the
little cartoon hearts floating over their heads.

This lovely interlude was interrupted by Igor shouting, "What did you do to
Igor's arm, crazy American gymnast bitch!" He was rubbing it trying to make
the pain go away.

"Oh yes, I've still got a chore to perform," said Tina. Looking at john she
said, "This should only take a minute or two." She walked over to Dmitry and
asked, "What did you call me a minute ago?"

"Do you mean when I called you a 'sexy gold medalist beauty'," he asked.

"No, the other one," said Tina.

"Oh! You mean when I called you a 'sexy, American gymnast whore'," said
Dmitry.

"Yes," said Tina, "That wasn't very nice."

"Not nice? What did you do to Igor's arm, crazy American gymnast bitch?!" Igor
repeated.

"Yes, crazy American gymnast bitch, what did you do to Igor's arm?" asked
Dmitry. Tina quickly reached out and grabbed Dmitry's arm the same way she
grabbed Igor's arm and gave it the same twist. Dmitry quickly found himself on
his knees with his arm in excruciating pain.

"You mean this?" she asked.

"Ow! What kind of strange leverage trick is this?" he asked.

"It's no trick," Tina answered calmly, "It's just a sexy American gymnast girl
overpowering the strongest man in Russia."

"You overpower me? Impossible!" shouted Dmitry. Tina tightened her grip
slightly. "Ow! Ow!, Please, powerful, sexy American girl, please let go of my
arm."

Meanwhile, Igor had another idea. He went over and took one of the empty
barbell bars off the rack and ran up behind Tina. "Tina, look out!" John
shouted.

Tina let go of Dmitry's arm and turned very quickly. She caught the bar that
Igor was wielding in midair and quickly snatched it out of his iron grip. Then
while Igor watched, she took the bar in her two hands and easily bent it in
half as if it was made of tin foil. Igor's eyes grew wide with fear. "The
crazy American gymnast bitch is strong!" he shouted.

Dropping the bar to the floor Tina said, "That's right. I'm strong. I'm very,
very strong."

Dmitry ran up and grabbed Tina from behind. He picked her up in a bear hug. He
was 6'5" and 230 pounds of solid muscle. Tina by comparison looked like a
little doll in his arms. Nevertheless, she threw out her arms and effortlessly
broke his hold on her. In keeping with her gymnastic skills, she twisted in
midair and was facing him by the time she hit the ground.

She hit the giant Russian in the stomach causing him to double over. She
followed this with a light tap to the chin which lifted him off his feet
backwards. He landed flat on his back approximately three feet away with a
broken jaw.

Igor then ran at Tina full speed colliding with her shoulder first. He might
as well have collided with a concrete column for all the good it did him. He
bounced off to the side of the beautiful and powerful young woman and landed
on the floor with a severely sprained shoulder.

Tina looked at the two huge world class weightlifters on the floor. "Now are
you ready to say you're sorry?" she asked.

"Yes, Igor is sorry," replied Igor. Dmitry nodded his agreement; his jaw was
too swollen for him to speak.

Tina looked at John, "Do you think they really mean it?" she asked.

John said with a playful grin, "I'm not sure. Maybe you better make sure."

"That's a good idea." As a demonstration of her raw power, Tina went over to
where the iron weights were stored and picked up one of the hundred pound
disks. She turned towards Igor and Dmitry and gave them as scowl as she
casually bent the heavy disk into a V. Then, Tina took a step towards Igor.

Igor lifted himself to his knees and put his hands together like he was
praying. "Please, sexy strong American power girl, don't beat Igor anymore.
Igor is sorry. Really he is. Please, to show Igor mercy."

Dmitry similarly got up on his knees and begged Tina not to hurt him anymore.
The only difference was, Dmitry had to do his begging with his eyes and hand
gestures. Both men were crying when Tina finally said, "Okay, but you two
better get out of here before I change my mind!"

They both struggled to get to their feet and staggered towards the door.

John took Tina into his massive arms and said, "My God, Tina! The way you
handled those two! You were so sexy and incredible! Are you sure you're not
from the planet Krypton?"

Tina smiled at him and said, "I told you, I'm a mutant!" Then she kissed him
more deeply and more passionately than any of her previous deep and passionate
kisses.

Once again their kiss was interrupted by a heavy accented Russian voice. "Hey,
crazy American whore bitch! Fuck to you!" shouted Igor just before the two
Russians ran out the door.

Tina started to go after them, but John said, "Aw, let them go, Tina, we've
got better things to do."

Tina smiled up at him, "I guess you're right, handsome."

Just then the door opened and Igor stuck his head back in. He yelled, "And
fuck to you too, wimpy American bronze medal vagina man!"

Tina looked at John and said, "Oh no he didn't! No one talks trash about my
man!" She took off towards the door so fast that she was almost a blur. Igor's
eyes grew wide with fear again and the slammed the door behind him.

By the time John reached the door. Igor and Dmitry had taken shelter in a
mid-sized, four door car that was parked on the street outside the training
facility. Tina was outside the car rocking it back and forth. At one point,
she leaned over by the driver's side where Igor was sitting and reached her
hand underneath the car. She began to lift, and miraculously the two wheels on
that side of the car came up off the ground.

"Oh my God," whispered John, "She's going to turn that car over with them
inside!" "Tina, no! You'll kill them!" he shouted. Tina set the car down and
pondered the situation. She grabbed the handle of the driver's side door and
pulled hard. She tore the car door clean off its hinges and discarded it. She
reached in and grabbed Igor by the collar and pulled him out. Holding the big
Russian in the air, she turned and reached into the car with her free hand and
pulled Dmitry out by his collar as well.

Holding both Russian weightlifters aloft, she scolded them. "You two need to
have better manners! Don't you know that the Olympics are supposed to be about
good sportsmanship and international goodwill?"

Again, both Russians were crying. Out of necessity, Igor was the spokesman.
"Yes, yes, sexy strong American girl gymnast is right! Olympics should be all
about goodwill towards fellow athletes. Igor and Dmitry are sorry we forgot.
Right, Dmitry?" Dmitry nodded his head vigorously in the affirmative.

Tina dropped the two athletes unceremoniously on the ground and said, "Okay
then, but see that you don't ever forget again."

John walked over and asked, "Whose car is this?"

Igor replied, "Don't know. Car was unlocked and Dmitry and I needed a place to
hide from your strong American gymnast girlfriend." Then he added, "You are a
lucky man to have such a strong and sexy American gymnast girlfriend. Gymnasts
are very bendy!"

John put his arm around Tina and said, "Thanks. I know it."

Tina looked at John with eyes filled with love and said, "I think I'm pretty
lucky too." Then as an afterthought she said, "We better leave a note on the
car offering to pay for the damage."

Rather than sleeping in their Olympic village accommodations that night, Tina
decided that they should spend the night in a five star luxury hotel suite. Of
course, hotel rooms are very hard to come by in a city hosting the Olympics
while the games are still in session. However, Tina had discovered since
becoming a millionaire that there were very few problems of this nature that
couldn't be solved with money.

On the elevator ride up to the twenty-third floor where their suite was
located, John asked Tina, "So...how much did this room cost?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," replied Tina, "However,
I will admit that it was enough that I expect you to put out!" They both
laughed, and then suddenly they were all over each other. They kissed. They
caressed. They kissed some more.

Tina climbed up John's sturdy body and whispered in his ear, "How does it feel
to have such a hot and powerful babe who wants to fuck you this bad?"

"It feels great," John conceded. "Tina, you're soooo hot and soooo strong. For
a second there I thought for sure you were going to turn over that car that
the Russians were hiding in."

"I almost did,' said Tina, "I'm sure I could have."

"Do... do you think you could lift a car over your head?" John asked.

"Would that turn you on, baby?"

"Yes, Tina, that would make me very, very hot for you."

Tina licked his ear. "I thought you were already very, very hot for me," she
giggled.

John kissed her. "I am, baby, I am. But, baby, I have to know...can you lift a
car over your head?"

"I'm not sure; I've never tried. Then again, I've never tried to lift over
nine hundred pounds over my head with one hand before tonight, and I did that
with ease. I'll make you a deal," she said.

"What?" said John.

"If you let me have my way with you tonight, tomorrow we'll go shopping. I'll
buy the sexiest, skimpiest, most Brazilian bikini I can find. After I put it
on, we'll go and find a car the size of the one I almost turned over tonight,
and I'll see if I can lift it over my head. But I'll give you a hint. I'm
pretty sure I can."

That's when the elevator doors opened. There was a crowd of six or seven
waiting to get on. Tina was still clinging to John with her arms around his
neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were holding on to and
massaging her fabulous ass.

When the elevator stopped, Tina said, "This must be our floor." She dropped
off John and threw him over her shoulder. She turned around and walked past
the startled people waiting to get on. She carried John over her shoulder
towards their room.

The site of 5'2", 118 pound young woman carrying a 6'2", 230 pound man down
the hall was odd to say the least. John looked back at the people who were
staring at them. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess this means she
likes me."

Just before they went into their suite, one of the people watching said, "Hey!
That's Tina Truex!" A couple of camera phones clicked.

"Those pictures will be all over the internet tomorrow," Tina predicted.

"Good!" John proclaimed, "I want every guy in the world to be jealous because
I get to be the guy who spends the night with Tina Truex!"

When they got in the bedroom of their suite, Tina threw John down on the bed.
"Prepare yourself, stud. Take off all your clothes."

When he was stark naked, she began to do a seductive dance for him in which
she slowly peeled off the few clothes she had on. As she danced, she watched
John's cock rise and grow hard. When she was finished she stood before him -
both of them completely naked.

"Do you like my body, John?" John looked her up and down. He started with her
wholesome, beautiful face - her bright, clear eyes, her perfect little nose,
and her lush, sensuous lips. His eyes followed the line of her long, slender
neck to her broad, feminine shoulders.

"Will you flex your strong arms for me?" John asked.

"Of course, my love," she replied. When she did, her biceps formed into
powerful, perfectly peaked muscles roughly the size of tennis balls. Tina did
not have the huge, bulging muscles of a female bodybuilder. Her muscles more
closely resembled the toned, sleeker muscles of a top fitness model. Her
muscles looked functional. As she flexed and relaxed her arms for John, he
could see the almost liquid fluidity of her powerful muscles surging under her
velvet smooth skin.

John next focused on Tina's unbelievable double-D (very nearly triple-D)
breasts. They were soft looking and yet firm enough to have almost no sag
whatsoever. Her pink nipples were aroused and begging to be licked and nibbled
on. Her breasts were slightly out of proportion to her smallish frame, but out
of proportion in a most pleasing way.

John then followed the perfect line that formed just under Tina's magnificent
breasts down to her flat stomach. Her abs were toned and firm but not so much
so that they didn't look soft and kissable. Her waist was almost unbelievably
tiny, especially when compared to her huge breasts and wide, womanly hips.

Tina turned slightly so that John could get a good look at her naked ass. It
was round and firm. "Something else for me to nibble on later," John thought.

Her bush was tastefully trimmed - no doubt to accommodate her gymnastic
tights. Her legs were long for her body, and they were muscular, shapely and
powerful looking.

Finally, John focused on Tina's sexy little feet with her ten cute little corn
niblet toes. John marveled at the fact that Tina's feet were sexier than most
women's entire bodies.

When John once again looked up at Tina's face, their eyes looked and Tina
smiled seductively. "Get ready for me John. I'm coming to bed now. And
remember, John, I'm the world's greatest gymnast. I have it on good authority
that that means I'm very, very bendy!"

Tina spent most of the rest of the night proving to John just how bendy she
was. They had sex in multiple positions. They even invented a few new
positions that would have been impossible for anyone other than Tina.

Tina also demonstrated her superior strength over and over again throughout
the night by lifting, pinning and tossing around John's body to their mutual
delight. "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful and soooo strong he whispered over and
over again."

"You're so beautiful and soooo sweet," she whispered back

John, in turn, made good on his desire to kiss, lick and nibble on Tina's
tits, ass, toes, earlobes, fingertips and other parts of Tina's body. He
covered her lips, the tip of her adorable nose, her eyes, her neck and her
shoulders with kisses. He discovered quite by accident one especially
erotically sensitive spot behind her left kneecap.

John and Tina were both top athletes in peak physical condition so they could
each go again and again. However, it was eventually John who passed out from
utter exhaustion around five AM. He fell into a deep sleep.

When John awoke, hours later Tina was under the covers. She was kissing and
licking his balls. When he began to stir, she gave him the most mind-numbing
blow job ever.

When she was finished with that she called room service and had an assortment
of fresh fruit sent to the room. "We have to feed you to make sure you remain
strong and healthy," she explained.

After feeding fruit to each other and letting the juices drip over various
parts of their bodies, they spent the next hour or so licking those juices up.

Eventually, they found themselves resting in bed with Tina snuggling into John
with her head on his big shoulder and his muscular arm wrapped around her. She
was tracing the pattern of his big chest muscles with her finger.

"Would it be shallow of me to admit that I LOVE your big muscles?" she asked.

"No, but it might be a little ironic considering how weak I am compared to
you?"

"Don't be silly, John, you're very strong...for a man," she teased. "You can't
help it if you happen to belong to the weaker sex."

They were both silent for a few seconds. "It doesn't bother you that I'm so
much stronger than you, does it?" Tina asked.

"Uh, in case you haven't noticed, your awesome strength gets me hot," John
answered.

Tina giggled, "I know that, silly." Once again she reached down and touched
his penis and felt it get instantly hard in her hands. "But it doesn't also
bother you does it?"

"Well...I have to admit that it's a little intimidating being in love with a
woman who could easily kick my ass," he admitted.

"But why would I ever kick your ass?" Tina asked.

"I don't know, eventually I'll do something to piss you off," he said.

"Maybe," she conceded, "But have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Sure," he said, "A couple."

"Did they ever do anything to make you mad?"

"Absolutely," he replied.

"And weren't you a lot stronger than them?"

"Yes."

"When they made you mad, did you beat them up?"

"No! Of course not!" John said.

"Why not?"

"Because...it wouldn't be fair. I was so much stronger than they were that it
wouldn't have been a fair fight."

Tina reached her head up and kissed John sweetly on the cheek. "The same goes
for me. I'm so much stronger than you that it wouldn't be a fair fight. So, I
promise that I will never kick your ass." Then she added playfully, "Even
though I easily could..."

"Okay, okay."

"With one finger probably," she teased.

"Okay!"

"Come on, let's get up and take a shower," said Tina, "We've got some bikini
shopping to do."

John's feet were on the floor heading for the shower so fast that Tina's last
words were still echoing around the room!

Tina smiled at his reaction. She smiled even more at her little secret. Even
though she was being honest when she said she'd never lifted a car over her
head before, she knew by the ease with which she almost turned over that car
last night that she would be able to.

She couldn't wait to see John's reaction when she lifted a car over her head
wearing the skimpiest bikini they could find along with six inch red high
heels. She was determined to find a bikini with a top that could barely
contain her huge breast and thong bottoms.

She was even more excited when she thought about how John would react when she
began to blow hisses to him with one hand while she did smooth, effortless
reps with the car over her head with her other hand.

Tina looked forward to pleasing her man - all night long and for years to
come.

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