The Girl of My Dreams
By Wanderer
The girl of my dreams isn't what she seems.


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 18 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so.

Copyright 2009 by Wanderer

I meet this neat looking girl. We start dating. Gets very serious. She says,
"We need to talk about something." I say, "Anything you want, honey - you know
you can tell me anything."

She says, "You've proposed. I hesitated."

I said, "Yeah, I know."

She says, "Reason I hesitated is that I love you."

I say, "What a foolish reason - if you love me you should say yes."

She says, "No, I can't say yes just like that - we need to get clear on
something first."

I say, "Anything honey, there's no obstacle you could possibly bring up that
would keep me from marrying you - except maybe you tell me you want your
mother to live with us," I say, tongue in cheek.

She says, "No, it's not that, it's something else."

I say, "Tell me sweetheart, as long as you don't say you're really a man, or
you're in love with a woman, we can work our way through it."

"Well, honey," she said, a worried look on her face, "it isn't quite that, but
you might think it's as bad when I tell you what it is."

Now I was beginning to get a worried look on my face. "For cryin' out loud,
Julie, tell me what it is!"

"I need to be in charge," she said.

"In charge of what?" I said, exasperated.

"I need to make the decisions in our relationship, although I'll give you a
say," she said. "But I need to be the dominant member if we're to be a
couple."

"I never heard of such a thing," I exclaimed. "That's nuts! Men always decide
things, not women. We're more experienced, we know more, we make better
decisions."

"Honey," Julie said, "women are getting better educated, more work experience,
more decision making roles now, they're executives, judges, police, in the
armed forces, pilots - you name it, we're doing it, there's no reason why I
can't make the decisions for us, it's just my nature."

"No, there's just one little reason," I said.

"What's that, honey?" Julie asked.

"Dominance is determined by who's the strongest, and men are stronger," I
said, triumphantly.

"That's not always true anymore," Julie said. "I bet I'm stronger than you
are."

I looked at her incredulously. "Are you crazy?" I asked. "What are you, five
and one-half feet tall and you weigh what? One twenty when wet? I'm a six
footer and I'm two hundred pounds. I'd make mince meat out of you!"

"Honey," Julie said, "I'm compact, except for my shoulders which are broad, so
I look smaller than I really am. I'm five feet eight inches and I weigh one
seventy-five. See, I fooled you, I'm not as petite as I look."

Well, I was dubious about her weighing one seventy-five, but I guess it was
possible, I know when we danced I could feel her very solid back, and I think
she had muscle there, and when she wore her four inch heels she could pretty
much look me right in the eye, but stronger than me? - no way!

"Look, honey," I said, " I know I'm a little old for you, I'm thirty-three,
and you're only twenty, but we get along real good, not like a lot of other
couples, and getting along is what's important. So please don't screw it up by
trying to be something you're not. I'm a lot older and much more experienced
in life so I'm wiser, so I should make the decisions and you go along with
what I decide, like a good little girl."

"I know you're more experienced," Julie said, "and that's one reason why I
like you. You're so sophisticated, you know the right restaurants, you can
order the wine, the food, you're so much fun to be with, but I just can't
subordinate my power. I'll always know I'm the stronger, and I just can't be a
meek little housewife for the next fifty years, taking your orders when I know
I can put you across my knee and spank you."

I giggled at that prospect. "Honey, you save the spanking for our kids, and
you just better hope I don't decide to give you a good spanking once or
twice," I laughed.

For some reason Julie was now getting red in the face. "Look, Jack," she said.
"You know I've been into sports all my life. Gymnastics when I was four, to
pee-wee soccer, to baseball, to basketball, to volleyball. Why in my last two
years in high school I was even on the wrestling team!"

"I know, honey," I said, "but that was all girlie-girle stuff. If you'd been
on the boys wrestling team you would have had your ass whipped!"

"Well, guess what, big guy," Julie huffed, " us little girlie-girlies trained
with the big strong men in our high school, we had the same coach, and he
always said to me that he wanted me on the boys' team because I would have won
all the medals for our high school!"

"Sweetheart, he was just being a nice man," I scoffed. "If that were so why
didn't you go on the boys' team?"

"Because I know it was going to hurt too many egos when I pinned them," Julie
said. "Look at yourself. You say you love me yet you can't accept that I could
be stronger than you are and capable of making all the decisions."

"Well," I sighed, "I guess there's going to be only one way to get you to give
up this silly idea. I'm going to have to prove to you that you're not as
strong as you think you are."

Julie had an answer. "But when I beat you you're going to have some excuse,
like I played dirty or you fell on your arm, or something, or else you'll just
walk away and break up with me."

That wasn't very likely. First of all, I wasn't likely to lose, and second of
all Julie had to be the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my life! She had
the freshness of youth, the body of a Greek goddess. I had to admit that maybe
all the sports she had played had a beneficial effect on her physical
development, and she was smart, and funny, and sweet, and I wasn't about to
throw all that away over some silly argument about who was stronger.

"OK, babe, we'll do it your way, just don't sulk and cry when I whip your
ass!" I said. "Where do you want to do it - right here in the center of my
living room?"

"Sure," she said. "This is as good a place as any."

"I'll go change into my swimsuit," I said, "and you can take off your blouse
and skirt and wrestle in your bra and panties."

"OK," she agreed. "Just as long as YOU don't sulk and cry when I whip YOUR
ass!"

"Fat chance," I mumbled, under my breath.

Now I was thinking to myself this may not be such a waste of time after all. I
would get to see Julie's body up close and personal. Oh, we had had sex all
right, but it was always in a darkened room, and now I would get a good look
at all that pulchritude. Who knows, maybe she had a tattoo or something.

I went into my bedroom and changed into my swimsuit, and I stood in front of
my mirror and flexed my biceps. Not bad, I thought, maybe getting a little
heavy around the middle, but hell, I was thirty-three years old, I was
entitled to a little pudge here and there. I felt pretty satisfied with
myself. Maybe my biceps weren't so big, they used to be bigger when I was in
college, but I'll bet they still had to measure around fourteen inches, and
plenty big enough to handle my cute little girl friend, as she was about to
find out.

I went back out to the living room, grinning to myself. Julie had just taken
her blouse and skirt off and piled them on the sofa, and she was standing
there in the middle of the room clad only in her bra and panties. What a
stunning body! Silently I blessed whatever gods had led her to be interested
in sports. She had long legs, and now in the light I could see they were well
muscled. Maybe a little too well muscled I thought, a little apprehensively.
Her calves were big and round, and I always liked that on a girl. That was one
of the things that had attracted me to her. Gorgeous sexy hips and one helluva
chest (that also had attracted me to her). Big round balloons, but solid, they
were so much fun to play with, and she enjoyed it. I sure wanted to get this
over with, I was getting horny.

But all good things in due time. Business first. "OK, you little witch,
prepare to meet thy doom," I kidded her. "Your lord and master is prepared to
dispense justice to thy bottom, harlot!"

"Oh, grand Sir Knight, thee frightens me all to hell," she giggled back. "Thy
fearsome loins better get girded, because I cometh after thy tiny little
weenie!"

"My tiny little weenie will spliteth you in twain soon enough, lass" I
laughed, looking forward to some pretty hot sex after our little bout here.
Throwing her body around should get me pretty hot and bothered, I knew, and
she knew it, too.

"OK, here's the muscles that are going to put you away, baby," I said,doing a
double bicep flex in front of her.

"And here are the muscles that are going to keep you from doing it, Julie
said, doing a double bicep flex in front of me.

Well, I don't know why I never noticed. Maybe it was because I was
concentrating too hard on her magnificent chest, maybe it was because she was
so gorgeous I was just looking past everything else. But she had biceps - huge
biceps!

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, shocked. "Where...where the hell did you get those?"

"Well, when I went into wrestling coach required us all - boys, and girls too
- to do weight training. I was preconditioned by gymnastics and basketball and
all that stuff to easily adapt. I outlifted the boys! I had two years of
weight training and I've kept it up for the two years since I graduated, I
love it!"

"But...but...they're so big!" I was getting a quaver in my voice.

"You're not getting a little scared, are you honey? I probably don't stand a
chance against your big, manly muscles," Julie said, sarcasm dripping in her
voice. Mine have come down to only about twenty inches now, they used to be
about twenty-two inches when I was wrestling with the boys in high school. I'm
sure yours are much bigger, dear," Julie said, a smirk on her face. But don't
worry, sweetheart, just in case my wrestling experience might give me a little
edge over you, I don't intend to hurt you - much," she giggled.

But I was getting seriously worried. I looked her over with a critical eye.
She'd always had broad shoulders, I knew that, but now I could see that they
were heavily muscled, the deltoids had very defined striations, and her
rounded arms were alarmingly full. Her biceps weren't just big when she
flexed, they had an awesome peak, and as she flexed back and forth her biceps
just seemed to grow bigger with each flex. Blood vessels were criss-crossing
all over the place, and I didn't have a single blood vessel showing on my
biceps. My biceps seemed puny by comparison, and I knew it, and I felt it. I
had to get out of this somehow. Not that I felt I couldn't win, but she had
trained in wrestling, whereas I hadn't, and by some fluke she might actually
beat me.

"Honey," I said, "you're in better shape than I thought. We better not do
this, I'm going to have to get a little rougher with you than I thought I
would in order to win, and you might get hurt, and I love you, I don't want to
take a chance on hurting you."

"Oh, don't worry, darling," Julie said. "Coach taught us all how to fall. He
said the most important thing was for none of us to get hurt. Maybe we would
win and maybe we wouldn't, but he didn't want any of us breaking any bones."

"Nice guy," I mumbled, not sure of what to do next.

"Here, hon," Julie said, "put your hands up here on my shoulders, that way you
can try to move me or feel it if I'm going to move my body, and I'll do the
same. Ready? Let's start."

"I'm not a wrestler but I figured I could overpower Julie with my weight
advantage alone. Evidently she was going to give me the opportunity to make
the first move because she just stood there, so I pushed down on her shoulder,
figuring to push her to the floor and then I could just flop on her and hold
her down and win the fall. Unfortunately for me, she resisted the force I put
on her shoulders easily. Suddenly she reached up with her own hands, knocked
my hands aside, and moved in close to my body and got me in a bear hug. With
the greatest of ease she lifted me up off the floor. I was astounded. She was
holding my two hundred pounds as if it was nothing. Me! My small girl friend!
She's holding me up off the floor! I tried pushing on her shoulders but that
didn't get me anywhere, and meanwhile Julie was beginning to tighten her hands
around my mid-section. I was thinking how long can she hold me up like this, I
can last forever, and then I realized the constriction of her arms around my
mid-section was causing me a lot of pain, and it was getting worse by the
second. Damn, I thought, this ain't no fun. How the hell do I get out of this?

All right, I figured I could play superior. Pull in some air and try a nice,
calm, even voice. "OK, honey, I don't want you all tired out, I'm looking
forward to a nice evening of sex. Why don't I just give you this first fall? I
know that will make you feel good to win a fall against me."

"Darn," she said, "this is going to be easier than I thought. I figured you
could at least put up a little bit of a fight against me. Just a simple old
bear hug and you're giving up already? Wait until I start to get rough!"

Now I started to get even more worried. I didn't want to lose. After all, I
didn't want to play second fiddle to a mere girl. Could she possibly be
stronger than me? I mean, I was no athlete, never claimed to be, but I was
taller and heavier and I was sure I could win. In any relationship I wanted to
be the boss. She could kiss my ass, not the other way around.

"I'll give you the first fall," I said, "because I'm a nice guy, and I don't
want to embarrass you, especially if you wrestled on your high school team.
Actually, I'm pretty amazed you can hold my two hundred pounds up like that.
You're stronger than I thought."

"You don't know the half of it," she giggled. Now what did that mean?

"OK, no more fooling around," I said, "let's get serious." I made a dive for
Julie's legs and I finished upside down. Somehow she had wrapped her hands
around my middle, pulled my legs up and she was holding me upside down with me
staring at the floor about a foot below me. Damn! This was really upsetting!
How do I get out of this to win the fall? If I concede it will be two to
nothing, and this is supposed to be the best two out of three. I know. I just
won't give up. She'll get tired of holding me and have to drop me. What's
that? She's shifted her hand position and now instead of an upside down bear
hug she's got a hand on each side of my waist, holding me upside down. Oh, oh,
I'm rising - she's raising me up, up, up. Damn! Now I'm upside down, on her
right shoulder, looking at the ceiling. I can't believe it! She's walking
around the room, now doing a little dance step, a skip, a hop, she's humming a
little tune, now more walking and dancing and humming.

Then Julie said, "OK, mister, do you give up, or do I have to hurt you? Wanna
admit I'm stronger and I get to make the rules, or are you just going to be a
stubborn old man that I'm going to have to discipline every day?"

"Well," I said, from my position staring up at the ceiling, "that's a cute
wrestling trick, but I could ride up here all day, and pretty soon you're
going to get tired of my two hundred pounds on your one shoulder, and you're
going to have to put me down, and you'll be so tired I'll put you in a head
lock and we'll be tied one to one."

"OK, Mr. Wise Guy how about this?" I heard from Julie. Then I felt my body
rising. No! My timid little girl friend was pressing me over her head! This I
wasn't expecting! I couldn't believe she could press two hundred pounds over
her head - and she's making it look easy! Now I was scared! Really scared! She
weighed one hundred seventy-five and I knew I could never do that to her! I
had trouble pressing one hundred twenty-five lying on my back on a weight
bench! I was coming to realize I was not the stronger, my twenty year old girl
friend was stronger than I was, she deserved to make the rules, to be in
charge, and that if I wanter her that's the way it was going to have to be.

I guess when this realization dawned on me, that I would spend the rest of my
life as number two, I shed some tears because I found myself in Julie's strong
arms, being hugged into my twenty year old girl friends more-than-ample chest.
I felt defeated, really defeated. My ego was crushed. Defeated easily by a
girl smaller than I was and thirteen years younger. Practically still a
teenager. I lay my head on her broad shoulder, and as a sign of my submission
I began to kiss her muscular neck, my tears running down into her cleavage.

"Don't cry, baby, that's the way it has to be." She carried me over to the
sofa, cradling me in her arms, sat down with me on he lap, and began gently
rocking me and kissing away my tears and comforting me.

"I think I was crying at the prospect of losing this wrestling match and the
realization that you were stronger than me and that you could make good on
your threat of spanking me. I haven't been spanked since I was ten years old.
Please don't spank me," I begged.

Julie said, "You do what I tell you and you'll never have to worry about me
spanking you. On the other hand, mister," she laughed, "you step out of line
and disobey me and I'll put you over one knee and our son or daughter over the
other knee and I'll get you both good at the same time," she giggled.

Well, a few years later, after the birth of our son, that's what she did. From
then on we had a very obedient son - and a very obedient husband.