Wonder-Neighbor!

by Webo

Age, size and strength don't always correlate!

Nineteen-year old Eric Templeton carried the 5-gallon bucket of soapy water through his back yard to the driveway. He went back to the house and pulled the hose out to its full 75-foot length and turned the water on full. Pointing the nozzle at his little Miata, he sprayed it thoroughly from top to bottom. It was a hot day, near 90, but in his swim trunks and with the cool spray, he felt comfortable. He dipped the sponge into the suds and gently flooded the top and windows of the red roadster with the soapy mixture. He reached for the hose and sprayed the car carefully, rinsing the dirty liquid off and appreciating the clean, sparkling vinyl and glass beneath.

"Watcha doin?" came the girl's voice across the hedges separating his parents' yard from their neighbors'. It was Myra, his neighbors' 14-year-old daughter. She was short and stocky, almost a chunky kid with a gorgeous face, Eric had always thought; but just about 3 years too young to interest him.

"What's it look like? Washin' my car." Eric replied. "Why? Wanna help?"

Myra crawled through a separation in the hedges and walked over to him. "Sure. How about if I spray while you wash?"

It was what Eric had expected. Myra had never volunteered to do any really heavy work. When leaf raking time came, it took money to encourage her to help with that chore, and anything much heavier than that, shoveling snow, for instance; just try to find her! Still, that would save him a considerable amount of time. "OK," Eric replied, "that'll make it go quicker. But you'll have to be sure to rinse really good, cause if the soapy water dries, it will streak the wax."

"I'll be careful," Myra assured him. She brought the hose over and stood just past where Eric had begun to wash the front end of his car. As he did the hood and front fenders, she rinsed immediately behind him, occasionally spraying him a little. He didn't mind. It was so hot, if felt good.

As he bent to clean near the bottom of the driver's door, Eric couldn't help but glance at Myra's legs. It seemed to him that they were a little more shapely than he remembered from last summer. She was wearing an unusually short pair of shorts for her, and a little bare midriff top. He thought to himself, "Let's see, she must be about 14 now…" Suddenly, he was soaked! "Hey!" Eric cried. "That's cold!"

Myra was grinning. "Sorry…" she smiled at him. "I just wanted to be sure the soap didn't dry." She was giggling.

"Yeah, right!" Eric grinned back at her. "One more of those, and I'll wash your hair in this wet grass!" He rinsed the sponge off from the nozzle, and dunked it into the suds again, continuing his washing of the driver's side. As he worked his way around to the rear deck, again he got drenched, this time with a face-full of the coarse spray. "OK, you asked for it. Your head's goin' in this bucket!" He dropped the sponge in the grass and dived for Myra, but she let him have it full force in the chest and all down his front with the ice cold water from the hose, laughing gleefully all the while.. At 5-9, Eric was a full head taller than Myra, and although he was somewhat slightly built at 143 pounds, he was wiry and strong. What Eric didn't realize was that Myra's newly shapely legs were indicative of her winter's regimen of a better diet, more exercise, and four or five days a week at the gym. Although only 5-1 and five years younger than Eric, she weighed 130 pounds, and most of it was pretty solid. Eric discovered this fact when he caught up with Myra and grabbed her around the neck in a sort of gentle head lock (for he really didn't want to hurt the youngster). As he attempted to pull her neck down and flip her over his hip, Myra leaned back and braced herself against his weight, at the same time hugging Eric around the waist. Eric pulled down on her neck, but instead of her being flipped over his hip, Eric found himself up on his toes nearly off the ground as Myra squeezed him tightly. As a matter of fact, although he didn't try, Eric felt sure he could have picked up both his legs and she would have held him off the ground completely! He let go of her neck, but Myra held him around the waist, locking one wrist into her other hand, and leaned back even further, and this time she did lift him about a foot off the ground, giggling like the schoolgirl she was. Eric was panicky and thrilled at the same time. Finally, after what seem like a half-hour to Eric, (although it was really only about 10 seconds,) she released her grip and he dropped back onto the grass. Grinning at her, Eric insisted, "You're really in trouble now, munchkin!" He got behind her, squeezed her around her waist and lifted her off the ground. Tossing her to one side in an attempt to throw her on the ground however, was unsuccessful. Myra maintained her footing and again soaked him with the hose, this time full in the face, laughing louder than ever. Obviously, she was having a good time.

"C'mon Eric. This is a perfect day for drenching!" She attacked him again with the hose, and he ducked behind his car. She followed him but ran out of hose as part of it got wedged under a tire.

"Aha!" Eric exclaimed when he saw what had happened. "Now, squirt, I got you!" Slowly he approached her, grinning menacingly as she backed away, having dropped the hose. As he followed her across the driveway, she stepped off the edge into the grass, about 3 inches lower than Eric. "Yes!" he thought, and charged at her, meaning to grab her over her back and flip her upside-down. He leaned over and shouted, "Your head's goin' under!" He squeezed her tightly around the waist and pulled, but as he did, Myra backed up a step, and as Eric stepped off the edge of the driveway, he dropped right on to her shoulder.

Unfortunately, from Eric's point of view, Myra did not collapse under his weight, which was, after all only about fifteen pounds more than hers! Myra had been doing squats most of the winter with 120 pounds on the bar, which itself weighed 14 pounds. And Eric was a lot softer than the bar on her shoulder. She stood firm, and Eric was suspended, much to his amazement, about a foot off the ground! Slowly Myra straightened up to her full 5-1 and the fourteen-year-old girl carried the college freshman about eight steps into the yard before setting him back on his feet. As she set Eric on the ground though, he wasn't about to abandon his original plan. "OK, you little dickens, this is it!" Eric repeated. This time, on the same level, he had more of an advantage, and pulled her all the way off the ground upside down.

"Eric!" Myra screamed, "if you get my head soapy, I'll kill you! Somehow, I'll get even!"

Eric just laughed. "Yeah, sure, punk! You got lucky. I'll admit, you're stronger than I expected, but I'll never let you get that advantage on me again!" He carried Myra over to where the bucket sat on the edge of the driveway, and slowly let her head into the suds, just till her hair picked up some bubbles.

"Eric!!" Myra was laughing now, "I'm not kidding! You're a dead man!"

Eric gently lifted her until her head was out of the water and set her feet back on the grass, but as he did so, once again, Myra used leverage to her advantage. As her feet hit the ground, she pushed up with her head between Eric's legs and her arms around his thighs, as hard as she could, and once again Eric felt his feet lifted, this time upside-down! Now it was Eric's turn to yell. "Myra, what are you doing?!! Come on, now, we're even!"

"Even, heck!" Myra retorted. "I told you not to dunk my head in that dirty water! Now, you're gonna pay!" Holding Eric firmly by his thighs as he hung down her back Myra carried the helpless young man across his yard and through the hedge to her own, with his head still dangling down around her hips, and his arms holding on to her waist for dear life. Suddenly she let go of his legs and he slid ungracefully to the ground in her yard. Instantly, she was on his back. Grabbing him around the waist and straddling him, she pulled slowly until he was again suspended off the ground, this time horizontally, as he tried with all his might not to be lifted. It was too hard for her to hold him this way however, and again, she let him drop to the ground. He struggled to catch his breath and get to his knees, then to his feet. Just as he did, Myra again got him from behind, this time squeezing as hard as she could, until he could no longer catch his breath, and again she lifted him off the ground in an amazing bear hug.

With the little breath he had left, Eric could do nothing but laugh. Here the little neighbor next door had been available to fulfill his "carried-by-a-girl" fantasies for years, and he was just now finding out! "OK, Myra, you win," Eric gasped with his last remaining air. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I won't tease you any more like that." But inside, Eric couldn't wait to take advantage of Myra's strength, and her apparent willingness to show it!

"Just a minute, Eric," Myra replied, letting up only a little on her squeeze, so Eric wouldn't pass out. "I intend to guarantee you will listen the next time I plead with you for something. After all, the choice isn't yours any more!" Myra went on to explain how she had been working out since the previous autumn, and that she really believed she could take Eric in any sort of physical challenge. All the while, she held Eric in the uncomfortable position of powerlessness with his feet off the ground, at the same time, jiggling him in her arms, demonstrating that she could indeed keep him under her control for a significant period of time. "Now, I'm going to put you down, and we're going to wrestle." Eric couldn't believe his ears! Myra continued, "We're going to wrestle until you see that I can beat you no matter how long or how hard you try."

True to her word, Myra released the hug and Eric again found his footing, although a bit unsteadily. He gasped and sucked air as hard as he could to regain his breath. As he turned to face Myra, she was just standing quietly, grinning, but making no move to attack. In a minute or so he regained his wind, and looked at his neighbor again, this time in a new light. "I'll tell you what," Eric began. "I'll go one fall with you. If I can't take you the first time, I'll never bother you again, I promise," he lied. "But if I win, what are you gonna do to pay me back?"

"Well, in that unlikely event," Myra grinned, "I'll wash your car once a week, by myself, all summer!"

"Sounds good to me. But there's one more thing," Eric plotted, "You carried me over here, if I win, you have to carry me back to where you found me!" Eric's pulse raced just thinking about that. He had pretty much put himself in a no-lose situation!

"I just might have to carry you back in either case!" Myra was grinning again. "When I'm finished with you, you may not be conscious!"

Now, Eric was really getting excited. "OK. Deal." He tried to sound calm and confident. "Whenever you're ready!"

"I'm ready now. I'll even let you make the first move," Myra replied.

Eric looked determinedly at his little "prey." She was smiling, but also looked as determined as he. Again he admired to himself how much more attractive she looked since the previous year. Only six months of maturing and working out had done wonders. She still looked fourteen, but it was a lovely fourteen--nicely shaped legs, a pretty flare from waist to hips, and beginning to develop a little more up top. Eric circled warily to his left, again thinking he really couldn't lose, and in fact he might deliberately try to prolong the "battle" a little, to give her confidence to keep trying all summer. As he feinted reaching for her neck with his left hand, Myra backed away a step, then with a lightning-quick move, ducked beneath his waist, and came up with her right arm between his legs and her left arm gripping his right wrist like the proverbial vise! She jerked him off his feet and across her shoulders and easily spun him 3-4-5 times, finally ducking and rolling him onto his back. Once again, her lack of height had worked to her advantage, and, coupled with her unexpected strength, Eric found himself rolling across her back yard too dizzy to stand upright.

Nonetheless he tried to stand, and found it very difficult. It was all he could do to keep his balance, stepping dizzily to his right, feeling for all the world that the ground beneath him was tipping that way! Myra, seeing her advantage, again stepped to his right, and as he leaned on her, she again pulled him over her back. This time, with his right side across her shoulders, his right forearm locked in her right hand, and his right leg firmly held by her left arm, he found himself facing the same direction as she, but five feet off the ground, and horizontal! "No!" Eric cried, "Please don't spin me any more, I'm too dizzy! I might throw up!" But Myra was merciless. Again, she spun, faster this time, gaining confidence in her strength, and realizing Eric just wasn't that heavy! She had balanced him perfectly across her shoulders, and as she stopped this time, she just held him there as she stood still. Quickly she shifted her arms, her right behind his neck, her left hand on the inside of his upper thigh. Suddenly she scrunched down, pushed up and attempted to press Eric straight up over her head. Unfortunately for Eric, she didn't quite have the strength to hold him and her left arm gave way, sending Eric sliding to the ground, again quite dizzy, on his feet, and then quickly on his butt!

"Geez!" Eric began, "What the heck are you tryin' to do, break my neck? I thought this was in fun!"

"Oh, Eric; I'm really sorry," Myra knelt beside him, holding his face in her hands. "Does anything hurt?"

Eric glared at her, but with a twinkle in his eyes. "Yeah. My pride hurts a lot!"

Myra laughed. "Are you sure I didn't really hurt you? I should never have tried to press you all the way up like that. I can press 135 pounds at the gym, but that's with a bar and it's easier to hold. I guess I got a little too confident."

"A hundred and thirty-five pounds?" Eric repeated in amazement. "That's got to be more than you weigh! I 'm not sure I could press that much over my head, and I know I couldn't press my own weight. You've really turned into a jock!"

Myra looked at Eric quizzically. "That better be a compliment!"

Eric suddenly realized she wasn't aware of how attractive he found strong, fit women. "Oh, absolutely!" he insisted. "I love the way you look, and really…you're as cute as I've ever seen a girl..I only wish you were about three years older! Not only that, but I think it's neat you can carry me like you did!" There. He had said it. Now, the big question: how would Myra react? He didn’t have to wait long.

"Eric. Do you mean that? I'll be fifteen in November. That's only four years difference--"

Eric had to chuckle. "Myra," he interrupted, "I'll be twenty in July. We're too far apart, at least now. Give it a few more years. I think the difference between 20 and 15 is a lot more than the difference between, say, 24 and 19, don't you?"

Myra looked resigned, if disappointed. "Maybe. I'm gonna keep tryin' though," she warned as she stood next to Eric and offered her hands, crossed at the wrists. He reached up and she pulled him to his feet. "And I'm gonna start with this--" She turned around, uncrossing her arms as she did so, effectively pulling Eric's arms over her shoulders, and easily lifting him piggyback. "Hang on to my neck, Eric," Myra told him as she let go of his arms.

Eric did and Myra reached her arms down and pulled his thighs up to her waist, as she started to carry him back towards his yard. "You're showing off," Eric teased her. "But you really have gotten strong, and, I have to say, a little sexy."

Myra looked back at her surprisingly comfortable burden. "You really aren't all that heavy, Eric. It's not a big deal." She stepped over a short part of the hedge, still carrying Eric, and as she leaned forward, he held on tighter, to keep from sliding over her head. She squeezed his legs harder. "Don't worry, 'little guy,' I won't let you fall," she teased him, now. "Myra's got you!"

Eric laughed again, softly. He was enjoying the feel of this solid, amazingly sturdy 14-year-old, who apparently found it fun to carry him around. As they reached the bucket and hose, Myra let go of his legs, and he slid down her back to the ground, again aware of her firmness and womanly feel beneath him. This was going to be a terrific summer!!!

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