As you know, my girlfriend had been lifting and was getting very close to being able to beat me at arm wrestling. She kicked my ass wrestling sometimes; we were very closely matched in strength. However, living the dream died recently when she dumped me. This story is a kind of ‘I wish’ account of what happens next. Having spoken to her, I know that we will never get back together again. But here are 2 accounts of a happy ending…
It has been 6 weeks since we split up. We speak most nights on the phone; the spark is still there. I decided to invite her over. Meeting up will be so weird, but maybe it will make her see what she is missing.
Having made the flat all tidy, lit he candles, turned on the soft music, I waited for her taxi to arrive. I was a bag of nerves. This was worse than a first date.
She came up the stairs. She looked so pretty. A new hair cut, but just as gorgeous as she always had been. She took off her coat and I longed to see her arms again. Sadly, she had a cardigan on. We hugged, just as I remembered. After dinner, we sat and talked. It was good. She obviously still felt a lot of me; I knew I still loved her.
She decided to make us a coffee. As she did, she slipped off the cardigan. Her arms had changed. They looked very firm.
“Wow, have you been working out?” I asked
Kelly smiled. She flexed. Yes she had been working out. Her arms were defiantly more defined than before. I walked over and ran my hand down her arm. The moment was a little awkward, so I walked away and sat back down.
Kelly came in with the coffee but didn’t sit on the sofa; instead she sat by the coffee table. She put her arm up on the table.
“Well, not scared are you?” she asked
I knew we were close in strength before, and now she looked stronger. I didn’t fancy my chances. I joined her at the table. We clasped hands and she gave me her trademark strong grip. We began, and she was not budging. This was often the case in our matches. Slowly but surely, I would wear her down and win, but not tonight. She was laughing, I was straining.
“Lost it Jamie” she joked
I heaved, but she wasn’t moving at all. She turned her wrist and began to push my arm back fairly quickly. I was red faced, giving my all, Kelly was giggling as she slammed my hand down.
“Rematch?” she laughed
I rubbed my arm.
“What have you been doing?” I asked
She looked at me for ages, “If, and only if we get back together, I am going to be the one in control. Anymore upsetting me, any more arguments, and I will have no choice but to use my muscles on you” she laughed.
She was right. If she wanted to, she could beat me up. Did I want this hanging over me? Of course I did. I jumped onto her and we began to kiss…
After me and Kelly had split up, we began to talk less and less. When it became obvious we were not going to get back together, I couldn’t face her. I needed to forget her to move on. 2 years had now passed. Kelly would have just completed her college course. I was still single. I had been out with a few women, but none made me feel like Kelly used to.
It was a Friday afternoon. I was in town clothes shopping. I was holding a shirt up to myself, wondering whether to buy it or not when a voice came from behind;
“Not your colour”
I spun round; it was Kelly, a plum looking Kelly.
“How are you?” I asked
She and I went for coffee and filled each other in about the past 2 years. Neither of us had met anybody of significance. I knew we would never get back together, but I missed her so much. Nothing to lose I thought so I came out and asked….
“Don’t suppose you fancy coming back to mine”
She agreed. Oh well, maybe we could have sex for old times sake, even if we would never be lovers in the true sense.
Back at mine, I quickly stripped off and hopped into bed. Kelly went into the bathroom to change. She had always been shy of me seeing her naked. I smiled as I recalled the good times.
I was in the bed when the bathroom door opened,
“Hope you’re ready for this” came the voice
I expected the slightly overweight girl of old. Lovely arms and legs, but little weight on the stomach, I was in shock. Instead of my old Kelly, in walked a hard body, a female bodybuilder.
“Stop” I shouted
“You don’t like my muscles anymore?” she asked, “are they too big for you?”
“No, no, I do, I just want to see you in all your glory” I replied
Kelly smiled and flexed. Her arms were about 15 inches. She was ripped; she looked like the pro’s from the magazines.
She flexed her biceps, her abs, her huge quads. I slid out of bed and put my hands on her bulging diamond calves. I moved up to her thighs. She gave a tense as I reached them. I moved up and cupped her massive biceps. We kissed.
Kelly then threw me to the bed.
“Remember when we used to play fight?” she asked, “still think you can take me?”
I knew that I hadn’t got a hope in hell.
She lunged on top of me, pinned my arms to my side. I couldn’t budge
“Come on, you are the guy” she joked before letting me go.
She then lay on her back
“Give you a chance,” she said
I sat on her rock hard abs and pinned down her arms. I knew she was letting me. I played along,
“Ha Ha, got you now Kelly. I am still the strong one”
Kelly laughed as she easily lifted her arms up pushing mine back. She then wrapped the huge quads around my stomach and lifted me into the air. I couldn’t breathe. I went limp. Kelly began to leg press me in her grip. She finally let me go and I rolled on top the floor in a heap. She cradle lifted me up back onto the bed.
“So, you don’t mind me raping you?” she laughed
“And if I object, there isn’t much I can do to stop you?” I smiled
“Good” she added as she pinned me down again and rode me just like she used to.