Struggle

By Alamsci

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Another attempt at a fictional story

She knew he was looking at her, but she really didn’t know if it was 

out of disgust or admiration. Most of the boys in her class were 

either intimidated by her, stayed clear, or simply didn’t like her. 

She hadn’t done anything to deserve this type of treatment except try 

to live life the way she saw fit. Being a high school senior she 

definitely felt insecure with herself, but she hid behind her 

appearance and was always able to act accordingly without revealing 

her insecurity to those who knew her and to people in general.

At times people’s stares and comments did get to her and she has 

retaliated violently on more than one occasion. It’s really out of 

confusion and nothing else. Her mind was always filled with 

questions. Why don’t they give me a chance? Why do they judge me by 

my appearance? Why this superficiality? Are my muscles the only thing 

they notice? Why can’t some of these boys accept that girls can be 

strong too? These were just a few questions that constantly troubled 

her.

Here and there she did get looks of admiration, mostly from older 

men, but she considered them perverts, not because these men gawked 

at her, but she always analyzed these looks as looks of surprise and 

wishful thinking. All she wanted was to be treated like everyone else 

and nothing else.

Here she was beginning her senior without any real pleasure, but 

simply contradictory feelings. At this point, she was in American 

History class, sitting in the front row. To her surprise they had a 

new teacher. She really didn’t like new teacher because it always 

took them awhile to accept her presence. It usually took some time 

before they started looking at her as they did other students. 

Sometimes it never happened.

Her fellow students definitely viewed her in a different light. They 

did not see the insecure little girl that simply wanted to be treated 

like everyone else, but a bully. To them she was a heartless bully. 

She had no way of expressing her frustration except through violent 

means. She had nowhere to hide so she attacked.

Now, this new teacher puzzled her a bit. He gazed at her a great 

deal, but did not seem to gawk. Maybe he didn’t want to be noticed. 

After all, he was a teacher and really couldn’t get caught checking 

out a student. What she didn’t know was that he was a female muscle 

admirer, who accepted people for who they were. He obviously 

preferred women with muscles, the reason his previous marriage 

failed, but he was also a believer in people and tried not to make 

rash judgments. His previous wife felt his simplicity and humility to 

be idiotic and inambitious and used his honesty for their divorce. He 

had been quite honest with her in regards to his passion, not in a 

challenging way, but out of his love for her. She understood that, 

but used it against him and left him for a rich superficial man.

Davi really wanted to approach Mr. Tomler, but her confusion angered 

her and it turned to rage. She wanted to mess this guy up. She was 

not sure why, after all, she was simply unsure of herself and was 

unable to decipher her feelings.

As the school year moved on Davi began to stress; school, sports, and 

college applications were really getting to her. After all, she was 

looking for a swimming scholarship and her competitive nature did not 

allow her to slack off on her studies either.

Davi was not your average high school senior as many of us have 

gathered so far. She was a straight A student and a top athlete. In 

her earlier years she tried to play most sports, but by her senior 

year she knew she had to concentrate on one or two. She ended up 

choosing swimming, but her lifting and participation in various 

sports allowed her to look thicker than most high school athletes. 

She was 5’9”and weighed around 155 pounds. She had shoulder length 

wavy brown hair and a nicely tanned body. Her facial features 

expressed hardness and plainness. Her neck was considerably thick and 

her shoulders well rounded. Shoulders, which were more defined than 

your average swimmer. Her chest showed obvious definition and was 

polished off by a nice pair of breasts. Her thighs and calves were 

breathtaking. Chiseled thighs tapered down into diamond like calves. 

Last but not least there were her arms, strong looking biceps, which 

were considerably defined and expressed hard work and deter

mination.

On this day she entered American history class in a really bad mood. 

She was pretty worn out. Today Mr. Tomler was to return their 

mid-term exams. She didn’t have any apprehensions about her result 

since Mr. Tomler constantly gave her good grades, most probably 

because she deserved them, but she didn’t really give this subject 

much thought. After Mr. Tomler handed back the papers he began going 

over the answers with the class, but when he looked towards Davi he 

saw an angry young woman that was staring right through him.

It’s safe to say that he felt a scared. He was a skinny young man, 

who would hardly stand a chance against this Amazon. He didn’t think 

she was going to beat him, but her mere expression intimidated him 

and made him feel guilty. He w as used to her amiable yet aloof gaze, 

which comforted him, but this contrast was definitely a reason for 

fear.

After the bell sounded Davi stayed behind to have a talk with her 

teacher. As she approached his desk he felt small and tried to sink 

into his seat as much as possible. He quickly changed his mind and 

tried to conceal his fear by standing up, but he realized this had 

failed since they were of the same height, but that’s the only 

comparison that could be made.

“Mr. Tomler I really studied hard for this mid-term and I don’t think 

I deserve a C-. My essay answers cover your main points clearly.” She 

said sternly.

“Davi, to be honest with you, you really didn’t perform as I expected 

this time. Your previous exams and papers are much more thorough.” He 

bravely stated.

“Mr. Tomler I’ve been really stressed out these last few weeks. I’ve 

really got a lot on my mind, with school, swimming and…”

“I really can’t help you there everyone is in the same boat and I 

can’t give you special treatment young lady.” He interrupted.

Davi felt like giving him a real hiding, but knew she could do 

nothing about this situation. So she abruptly stood up and left 

without saying a word. She had a big swim meet coming up and did not 

need to worry about something she could make up.

The next day Mr. Tomler announced that their following test would 

fall on a Friday. To Davi this was not an ordinary Friday, but the 

day her swim meet would be, the meet that was to have many scouts 

present. She approached Mr. Tomler and told him her situation, but to 

her surprise he told her that it was too bad. She told him she would 

take it earlier, but he wouldn’t budge. This was the last straw; she 

really couldn’t take it anymore, but instead of confronting him on 

the spot she thought she’d deal with him later. After all, he did pop 

up at the gym and swam from time to time. She also always passed him 

by on her way him. She in her car and he on his little bicycle, but 

the opportunity presented itself earlier than she thought.

During a break between periods one of the boys challenged Davi to an 

arm wrestling match. This was frequent in past years, but this year 

Davi really was to busy to break fragile male egos, but at this point 

she was frustrated and needed an outlet. As the two clasped hands Mr. 

Tomler walked down the hall and could not take his eyes off Davi’s 

arm. She was flexing and unflexing to show the young boy that he 

should back out before he gets hurt. This was a new student who had 

come at mid year and did not know who he was messing with. Mr. 

Tomler, instead of stopping these two, simply gawked. He could not 

get enough of that thick forearm, with sexily visible veins, that 

strong looking wrist, solid bicep and big hand.

“1,2,3 go!”  Said another student.

Within a few seconds the boy’s hand was on the table, followed by a 

yelp. Davi got up and began walking towards her next class when she 

noticed Mr. Tomler standing in astonishment. She looked down and saw 

that he was hard, that pervert she thought. I’ll show him.

She walked up to him and said, “So I see you really enjoyed my little 

performance.”

“Well…” he stammered.

“No need to talk I know you enjoyed it.” She said, while flicking his 

member. Luckily everyone had gone to class at this point, so there 

was no witnesses, at least for Mr. Tomler, who just started running.

“I know where to find you little man, we’re not done yet.” She bellowed.

That day Davi did not see Mr. Tomler hanging around the gym or at the pool.

So the next day between periods again, she sat down at the table 

where she had defeated the boy yesterday and began challenging 

students to arm-wrestle. To these calls Mr. Tomler walked out of his 

office, to watch again. Davi instantly spotted him and yelled, “Hey, 

Mr. Tomler why don’t you give it a shot!” Mr. Tomler tried to ignore 

her, but everyone had heard it and before he knew it the students 

were pushing him towards Davi. He sat in front of Davi with a 

petrified expression.

“This is going to be fun, isn’t it Mr. Tomler? Let’s go”

Davi put her hand up. She was wearing a sleeveless top, as usual, and 

began flexing.

“Come on Mr. Tomler, take that jacket off and show us your guns.”

“I don’t think that’s really necessary!”

“All right twig, let’s get busy.”

Their arms locked, but instead of pushing Mr. Tomler’s arm down 

instantly Davi began to squeeze his hand.

Mr. Tomler began to shake and sweat, which was accompanied by 

laughter from all the spectators.

Then bam! His hand hit the table. Davi let go of his arm and sat 

there staring at him. She knew he wanted to crawl into a little 

corner and cry, but not today. She grabbed him by the shoulder and 

said, “Why don’t we go to the nurses office and get that hand checked 

out, shall we!”

After school that day, Davi went to Mr. Tomler’s office and told him 

she would give him a ride home since his hand was wrapped up so he 

really couldn’t ride his bike home.

Mr. Tomler bashfully agreed. During the car ride the two did not 

exchange any words. Mr. Tomler kept his head down, probably out of 

fear and embarrassment. When they got to his house Davi said, “Mr. 

Tomler there is something we need to talk about, do you mind if I 

come up?”

“Suure..” Mr. Tomler timidly rejoined.

When they got up to his apartment Davi made her self-comfortable and 

told Mr.Tomler to take a seat.

“I’ve noticed you checking me out from the beginning of the year, but 

only understood why, yesterday. “You like my muscle don’t you?” She 

sternly said.

“Yes.. look I’m really sorry…”

“You know I thought you were just a pervert checking out younger 

girls, but I didn’t think it was because of these babies.” She then 

proceeded to flex her right arm right in front of his face.

“ I just didn’t know what to do. I mean you are a student of mine so 

I couldn’t do anything, but try to be subtle, which is kind of hard.”

“What about hanging out at the gym and the pool?”

“Honestly, I’ve been trying to get into shape so one day maybe I’ll 

be able to meet a strong woman like yourself.”

“You know, you seem like an honest guy so I’m gonna believe you, but 

why didn’t you give me permission to go to my swim meet?”

“I really thought you noticed my stares, which you did, so I tried to 

make up for it so I wouldn’t get in trouble.”

“Well, no one is gonna say anything, the boys enjoyed the show today 

and if you don’t open your mouth no one will, is that  understood.” 

She said while squeezing is feeble bicep. The she said, “How about 

now? Can I go?”

“Ofcourse you can and I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

“That’s more like it!”

Davi slowly stood up and started flexing her biceps in front of Mr. 

Tomler. First a double bicep pose followed by a side chest pose. Mr. 

Tomler’s member was swelling. He was about to make himself a bit more 

comfortable when Davi said, “If you touch it I’ll break your other 

hand.” She then flexed her bicep right under his nose. He tried to 

touch, but she slapped his hand away. She kept pumping her arm and 

his groaning increased. Then she slowly stroked his member a few 

times and he forcefully ejaculated in his pants.     

Davi looked at his pathetic limp body and smiled. “Well, I’ll see you 

tomorrow Mr. Tomler.”

This experience may have brushed against some of her confusion. This 

little man appreciated her appearance and almost worshipped it, but a 

new question arose from this situation, a question that contradicted 

some of her previous thoughts, is he only aware of my appearance? 

Does he see anything beyond my muscles?

At the beginning of the story we said Mr. Tomler looked beyond 

appearances, but he may have been taken aback by the situation. Maybe 

he’ll get a chance to show her that he cares, highly unlikely really, 

but it is a thought.