Girls of Summer
By Madcat
A double date turns into a desperate battle of the sexes.


It sounded innocent enough, but Jim had a bad feeling just the same. What
could be wrong with an afternoon at a pond with his best buddy and a couple of
pretty girls, he asked himself. Brittany Thompson was the answer.

He hated that chick. Everybody in town knew Brittany. She was the kind of girl
that liked to break down barriers. As a kid, she played in the boy's baseball
league and won MVP one year. That included striking out Jim no less than five
times. He remembered the humiliation as if was yesterday.

High school brought the little tomboy new challenges. She made the boy's
soccer team as freshmen. But her crowning achievement came on the wrestling
mats. Brittany went out for the team her senior year and crushed the
opposition in her weight class. The girl simply overpowered most of the male
grapplers. Her skills developed as the year progressed. She ended up losing in
the quarterfinals in the state championships as a rookie.

Like most boys of his generation, Jim accepted female athletes. His own,
longtime, girl friend, luscious Brooke, was an accomplished sportswoman in her
own right. She played basketball, ran track and flirted with cheerleading. But
Brooke knew her limits. She didn't try to out do the boys.

Jim couldn't understand why his best friend, Brad, dated the fem jock in the
first place. Brittany definitely hung out in the wrong crowd in high school.
Now, 2 years later, those lines had become dangerously blurred. Jim liked the
old ways. He had been at the top of the food chain back in high school and saw
no reason to change things.

Yet, he accepted the invitation just the same. An unsupervised afternoon at
Brittany's house with his girlfriend seemed too good for any normal,
heterosexual male to pass up. He picked up Brooke just before noon. She wore
cut offs and a tee shirt. An incredible string red bikini could be seen above
the shorts and thru her white top. Most of his earlier concerns vanished in a
cloud of young lust.

"Are we really going to Brittany's house? Brittany-boy Thompson's house?"
Brooke asked as she stepped into the Jim's Mustang. This outing bothered the
girl as much as it did the boy.

Jim leaned over and kissed the wonderful blonde. "Yes we are. And I want you
to be nice. For whatever reason, Brad seems to like the little boy, I mean
girl. Plus, I don't plan on spending much time with those two."

Brooke liked his answer. They made pleasant small talk thru the drive thru and
all the way to Brittany's humble home. It was a small ranch house just outside
of town. Needless to say, neither of them had been there before. Brittany
greeted them at the door wearing a brown one piece swimsuit. Both Brooke and
Jim stifled a laugh.

The little fem jock just did not look like the thin, cool crowd that these two
love birds liked to hang with. In fact, Brittany looked thick, not fat, nor
overly muscular. She stood about 5-5 and weighed perhaps 150 lbs. Her arms
were big and her legs even larger. On the topside, the girl had a huge rack.
It seemed even larger than Brooke's ample bosom or the way Jim remembered her
from high school. Brittany also had a cute, round face and long sandy brown
hair. Jim at least started to understand his friend's physical attraction to
this woman. Then she opened her mouth.

"Come on in, boys and girls." Brittany said in a voice an octave too loud.
"You two are the last folks I expected to show up at my house. I thought you
still hated me for striking you out in baseball. Heehee."

Once a nerd, always a nerd, Jim thought to himself. "Well now that you bring
that up ... " He replied graciously. "Where can I get changed?"

"Just use my room." Brittany said, taking his arm and leading him away from a
frowning Brooke. They entered the tomboy's room together. It looked more like
a shrine to the girl's sporting accomplishments than a place to sleep.
Brittany just stopped and stared at the taller boy. She had a hungry,
mischievous looked in her brown eyes.

"Well?" Jim said impatiently.

"Oh, you want me to leave? OK." Brittany laughed at her own joke. "Just stay
out of my panty drawer, you got that."

"Whatever." He replied as she exited

Yee gads, I don't think I can take this for a whole afternoon, Jim thought as
he changed into his skimpy little speedos. Both he and Brad were champion
swimmers and felt at home in attire that would make most men blush. He took a
minute to admire Brittany's collection of trophies, pictures and ribbons that
adorned each wall. That's when he saw them sitting at the foot of her bed. Big
dumbbells, really big dumbbells.

Just out of curiosity, Jim walked over and picked up a little one. He was
never much of a weightlifter, even in football. Forty pounds didn't sound like
much, but then the boy tried to curl it. His lean little muscles shook with
exertion as he struggled to get one rep. Finally, he bent his back to get it
the rest of the way. The he heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, what's taking so long in there?" came a female voice.

Jim almost jumped with fright, like a kid getting caught with his hand in the
cookie jar. Then he realized that it was only Brooke. She barged in as her
boyfriend put the dumbbell down. Wrapping her long arms around his neck, she
pushed her pelvis against his.

"What are you doing? Working out?" The tall blonde said with an even more
mischievous smile.

The young man could not help but admire her elegant yet voluptuous body. She
stood almost his height, maybe 5-10, and weighed 135 lbs. Unlike many girls
who worshiped the tan, toned look, Brooke had creamy white skin and slender
shoulders. Her perfectly formed breasts ranked as the best that Jim had ever
seen. And Brooke's long legs seemed to go on forever. She wore a slinky little
red bikini that accentuated her glorious curves.

If Brooke had a down side, then it was her voracious sex drive. The girl
wanted it more and more all the time. Simply put, Jim could not keep up with
this vixen. It made him feel inadequate when, after a couple hours of intense
action, she still wanted more. At this point Brooke often asked him perform
orally, which he naturally refused. Even Jim had some pride. But it made him
feel all the more sexually inferior.

He recognized the hungry look in her beautiful blue eyes. "No, Brooke, not
now. We have to go make an appearance by the pool."

But she wasn't taking no for an answer. "Come just a quickie. Let's do it on
Brittany Boy's bed. You'll be done in a minute or two."

"Let's go." Jim said a little hurt from Brooke's thinly veiled jab. He
unwrapped her slender arms from his neck and started to lead her out of the
bedroom.

"Wait. We had better put this back." She said, picking up the dumbbell he had
left in the middle of the floor. The dream blonde carried it easily, too
easily, and even seemed to do a practice curl before setting the 40 pounder
down at the foot of the bed. Jim felt his jaw drop. Lucky for him, Brooke
misinterpreted it as a reaction to her new string bikini. By the time the
couple got out to the pond, Jim had forgotten all about the bizarre incident.

Brittany cracked some more bad jokes in her annoying loud voice but big Jim
ignored her. He jumped into the sparkling water and polished off a dozen laps
across the pond. It was a hot summer day and the cool water felt awesome. It
also reduced his Brooke inspired bulge. He got out of the water refreshed and
pumped.

Jim lay between Brad and Brooke on a towel. His girlfriend had already shed
her top and asked her buff boyfriend to perform the sunscreen ritual. He
jumped into the anointed task with both hands. Brooke's soft, pliant skin felt
wonderful as the young man rubbed the lotion deep into every nook and cranny
of her steamy backside.

Despite performing one of his favorite jobs, Jim found himself getting more
and more irritated. Perhaps it was Brittany's annoying voice that never quit.
But more likely it was Brad. He seemed to hang on the little tomboy's every
word and laughed at all of her corny jokes. His best friend now seemed so
un-cool. Jim found himself regretting coming home for college.

Disappearing back into the house with the lovely Brooke became his number one
goal. But then the young man blurted out an innocent little question that
changed his life forever.

"So, you doing any sports in college?" Jim asked the little athlete while
caressing his leggy girlfriend's inner thigh.

"I made the soccer team but had to quit. Pre-med is killing me. But I'm still
working out a couple of hours a day. Can you tell?" Brittany stood up and made
a bicep.

Everybody turned to look as her muscle swelled to baseball size. Then Brooke
unwittingly threw down the gauntlet to her macho boyfriend.

"Jeez, look at that, she looks stronger than you do, Jim."

"No way." He shot back immediately. Raised on a steady diet of male supremacy,
young Jim could not fathom being weaker than a girl.

This caught Brittany's interest. "Do you want to bet? Let's arm wrestle then."

"Don't be ridiculous girl, I'm 50 pounds heavier than you." He claimed. It was
more like 30.

"Well then. Why are you afraid of me then? I'll bet you $50 that I can take
you." The stout, young lass replied. She loved competing with the boys. The
fact that she usually won made it all the more fun.

"$50 eh?" Jim's greed got the better of him.

"If you are man enough to beat me."

"Let's go. I'll show who's the stronger sex, girl." The taller boy announced.
He walked over to a nearby picnic table and propped his arm up. Jim half
expected his female foe to wimp out of an actual confrontation with an
obviously superior male.

But Brittany surpassed his expectations yet again. She eagerly took her spot
opposite the handsome boy and clasped his hand. The firmness in her grip
alarmed him. His uneasiness grew as he watched the little fem jock's bicep
swell. It looked even bigger next to his lean yet delicate arm. Jim knew that
only his advantage was his total trust in male superiority.

That mythic belief started to die as soon as little Brittany yelled go.
Slowly, his hand started to fall under a relentless female advance. Jim held
nothing back. He committed himself totally to this ultimate test of strength.
Yet, it seemed to make no difference in the out come. His hand continued a
slow but steady retreat.

With a couple of inches to go, Jim came to a shocking conclusion. While he was
giving it 110%, the girl maybe hit 75%. Her biceps bulged with exertion but
she clearly had a lot more to give. Brittany wasn't just beating him. She was
toying with him.

Brooke's eyes widened with shock as she slowly realized Jim wasn't fooling
around. Of course to the somewhat dim witted blonde, the contest looked very
close. She shouted encouragement to her gorgeous boyfriend.

The cheerleading didn't help poor Jim. It just reminded him that this debacle
had witnesses. And one of those was his sexy girlfriend. His final thought as
Brittany forced his hand down centered how this shameful defeat would affect
their long running relationship. No girl wanted to see her boyfriend defeated
by another woman. Sadly, Brittany was just getting started.

"I win, big boy. That's $50, please." She said still holding his hand down.

"OK, you won, let go of my hand." He replied, fighting back an even nastier
comment.

"First, you have to admit that men are the weaker sex."

That crossed the line for Jim. He would not allow this tomboy to humiliate him
anymore in front of Brooke. "Screw you. Just cause you won a little arm
wrestling match doesn't mean squat. Now let go of my hand."

"Or what?" she teased, reminding him of his powerless.

"Or I won't be responsible for my actions."

"Uh-oh, now I'm scared." Brittany joked. Her big smile betrayed her lack of
fear.

Brooke decided to jump in at this moment to defuse the situation. She didn't
want to see Jim going to jail for beating the snot out of this annoying little
girl. "Why don't you two have a real wrestling match? Double or nothing."

Brittany released his hand and stuck out her large breasts in triumph. "Sounds
good to me."

"No way, I'm out of here." Jim said, tearing his eyes away from his foe's rock
hard nipples. The nasty little girl's chest seemed poised to burst out of her
over stressed swimsuit. He got up from the table, turned around and ran smack
dab into Beautiful Brooke.

"You can't leave now." She said softly. "The little bitch will tell everyone
that you were afraid of her. You, no we, will be a big joke. You have to beat
her. You have to put her in her place."

"But-But." Big Jim stammered. He knew the dumb blonde was right. She took
control of her reluctant boyfriend and pushed him over to a clear area beside
the picnic table.

"Jim's ready to go." Brooke announced. She wanted to jump in and whip
Brittany's big butt herself, but the girl understood that this was Jim's
fight.

Brad watched the whole thing with a wry smile. He enjoyed seeing his
girlfriend teach his old buddy a little humility. In Brad's mind, the two had
grown apart over the years as Jim's ego reached massive proportions. This
little adventure was good for Jim. Brad never saw his own rapidly approaching
confrontation with the stronger sex.

"This should be fun!" Brittany said in her most annoying voice. She circled
the wary male.

Jim cursed softly as he searched for an opening. He was no wrestler and the
young man had seen with his own eyes what the girl could do on the mats. She
had humiliated many of the best wrestlers in the state. Now poor Jim was next
on the list.

Brittany quickly realized that she would have to make the first move. It
wasn't her preferred style. Most boys came straight at her. After all, she was
just a girl. Once the young men had fully committed themselves, Brittany would
unleash her full power and naked aggression. But this time the girl struck
first.

Had big Jim been a skilled wrestler, he may have been able to turn the tables
on his female foe. Her attack lacked speed and authority. But she came in
under his outstretched arms, grabbed his right leg, and took him down hard.

The hapless male had the good sense to fall on his face. It prevented an even
more humiliating 10 second defeat. But Jim quickly found that he couldn't
budge the smaller female laying across his back. For the first time that day,
he began to feel underdressed in his skimpy speedos. His swim suit had ridden
up and left large portions of his pale white cheeks embarrassingly exposed.

Despite her prodigious strength, there was no denying little Brittany's
feminine qualities. The girl's large but firm bosom pressed forcefully against
his back. The struggling male could even distinguish her bullet hard nipples
poking his compliant flesh. Even more disturbing to the young man, her touch
evoked a charged response from his bare skin.

The girl felt it too as she ran her left hand down his flank, over his exposed
posterior and between his legs. Nominally, the move was intended to flip him
over for a pin. But the girl's fingers dallied as they touched his exalted
manhood. It stiffened rapidly in response to her attention. Brittany began to
feel really hot and it wasn't just the sun.

Brooke buried her face in her hands as she realized the enormity of her
mistake. Her boyfriend was being massacred and worse right in front of her
very eyes. He flailed around helplessly underneath the stronger female.
Brittany had been correct. Men were the weaker sex. The tall blonde had just
refused to face the facts. Brooke's disappointment slowly turned to anger as
she watched a rival female sexually dominate her man.

Big Jim slowly felt himself getting flipped over. Confused signals and
emotions churned through his brain. His macho ego refused to give up while his
pleasure centers wanted to submit to the girl's rising affections. The result
was chaotic and ineffectual male resistance to what looked more and more like
a rape scene.

Finally Brittany had the beautiful boy on his back. She took her victorious
position atop his naked torso. The girl easily pinned his arms beside his head
and requested his unconditional surrender.

The weaker boy was not yet ready to accept defeat. He arched his back and
desperately tried to throw off the little hellion. His delicate little arm
muscles strained but failed to move the girl's meaty limbs. She seemed to
actually enjoy his pelvic thrusts as both wrestlers became more aware of their
advanced sexual arousal.

Lucky for Jim, help was on the way. Brooke could take no more. The brief
glimpse of her boyfriend's aroused manhood pressed underneath another girl's
rear forced the tall blonde into action. She leapt forward and pushed Brittany
off her Jim. If the little tomboy wanted a fight, then Brooke decided to give
her one.

The pond war escalated dangerously at that point. Brad, who had been watching
the events with increasing alarm, jumped in the fray. He had no intension of
allowing Brooke and her boyfriend to double team his gal.

Jim needed no further inducement to turn the tables on the hated female foe.
She had humiliated him for the last time. The boy rolled on top of the stunned
female and, using his greater mass, pinned her thick arms to the ground.

Brad grabbed Brooke from behind and lifted the buxom blonde high into the air.
The two were evenly matched in size. She stood a tad taller. He weighed a bit
more. Nonetheless, Brad held the bikini babe in what seemed like an
unbreakable reverse bear hug. For a brief moment in time, the men had
reestablished their control over the uppity women.

That illusion came crashing down almost immediately. Brooke kicked hard at her
attacker. Brad, despite his impressive display of strength, barely contained
the nubile blonde. The girl's heel caught his knee cap and his left leg gave
out. Poor, unfortunate Brad tumbled over backwards. A very angry girl in a red
bikini landed hard on his stomach.

Things started to deteriorate for big Jim as well. For a second, Brittany just
stared at him. Then she spoke, "Nice move, Jimmy. But let me show you one
better."

The taller male pressed down with his arms to neutralize the girl's superior
upper body strength. His eyes widened as tanned thighs wrapped around his
midsection. Jim quickly learned that while Brittany's arms were powerful, his
foe's legs were simply incredible. They tightened like a boa constrictor
around his slender torso and firmly forced him over backwards. He resisted
valiantly but quickly lost his hold on the hated female.

It only got worse from there. Brittany forced him all the way over on to the
ground. Jim's body jack knifed painfully at his knees. But his worst
humiliation was yet to come. The girl's fingers somehow found his throbbing
member, which still protruded from his speedos.

"This is fun. Are you enjoying it too?" She asked while blatantly fondling the
young man.

The unfortunate boy bellowed in pain and rage at this latest indignation. He
managed to straighten out his legs. That relived the enormous pain. Big Jim
rolled off Brittany and for a split second it looked like he might escape. At
he got to his knees, the male considered running. He no longer cared about
leaving Brooke in the hands of this female psychopath.

But Brittany quickly ended his thoughts of fleeing. The girl's right hand
painfully tugged on his hair and her knee pressed down on his back. Jim froze
in panic. This allowed the little tomboy to take total control. She pulled
down his skimpy little speedos. A tear welled up in his eye as the girl's
fingers tightened around his nuts.

The sight that greeted big Jim as he looked up shocked the young man. Just to
his left lay his best buddy. Brad's nose was buried deep in Brooke's fine
posterior as she sat on his face. Even worse, the blonde bombshell had one
hand in Brad's speedos. She looked ready to pull it out by the roots.

Brooke may have been on his side in this fight, but her sexual domination of a
weaker male horrified Jim. His girlfriend seemed so nice and sweet, both
emotionally and physically incapable of such a heinous act. Yet there it was,
right in front of his face. Jim's carefully crafted world had just been turned
upside down.

"Let Jim go." Brooke demanded. She tugged Brad's stiff thing and he howled
into her red bikini.

"I don't think so, blondie. I propose a temporary trade. I take your boyfriend
and you can have mine for the rest of the afternoon." The little tomboy
replied. Then turning to big Jim she whispered, "Stand up."

He complied instantly. After all, the girl had him quite literally by the
balls. As he stood, the male allowed his swimsuit to fall to the ground. Some
how, Jim understood that he would not be needing it where he was going. The
young man gave his girlfriend one last desperate look. The blonde's red top
had become dislodge during the battle and her perfect breasts shown brightly
in the sunlight. She wore them like two war medals.

"We will see you in about an hour." Brittany shot back. The little vixen
walked her aroused captive proudly into her house, never releasing her
controlling hold.

Brooke shook her head in disgust at the pathetic sight. How could Jim allow
this to happen, she wondered. It boggled her mind that her boyfriend would
submit to such treatment.

To the blonde, the boy trade stunk. She had no interest in wimpy little Brad.
But events passed the girl by before she could act. So Brooke decided on a
little nude sunbathing while she waited for big Jim. The girl had a few things
to say to her boyfriend. In the meantime, Brooke retreated to her towel and
bade Brad to join her.

"Would you be so kind as to apply some lotion?" The tall blonde asked as she
removed her itsy, bitsy red bikini.

"Sure," Brad agreed. This wasn't his first time on the loosing end of a mixed
wrestling match. Brittany had bested him on a number of occasions. But he had
been mildly surprised that this naked flower of femininity managed to do the
same.

The boy put the white fluid on his hands and traveled the length of the girl's
luscious body. He guiltily felt his speedos bulging. It felt wrong to be so
attracted to a female other than Brittany but the male was powerless to stop
it. His hands finally found her ripe breasts and hard nipples.

Her breath began to deepen, as Brooke told herself no. But her lusty, young
body had a mind all its own. The day's unusual events had provoked her
somehow. She took one of Brad's hands and placed it between her legs. Almost
instantaneously, the girl began to shudder with intense pleasure. It had never
been like this with Jim.

Squealing with delight, Brooke grabbed Brad's head and forced him into oral
servitude. This male had vast experience in this endeavor and quickly took the
young lady to places to which she had only dreamed. The hour raced by and the
tall blonde eventually changed her mind about the boy trade.

Brooke and Jim drove home in stony silence. Neither wanted to talk about their
first experience with female domination. The girl took the wheel of the
Mustang since poor Jim seemed too shaken up to drive. When the couple got to
the girl's house, she insisted they talk.

The two young lovers retreated to the basement. It was a cool and private
place that they often spent time. Big Jim turned to his lovely girlfriend and
started a teary eyed apology. But she had other things on her mind.

Brooke grabbed Jim's arm and twisted it behind his back. Wordlessly, she
forced him over to the sofa. The batted male had little resistance left in
him. What he did offer, the tall blonde swept away. Before long she had him
bent over the back of the couch. He felt a firm yank at his shorts and they,
along with his briefs, fell to the ground. The young man trembled in fear as
his butt stood ready to accept her chastisement.

And good old Brooke loved it as she took her wrath out on her boyfriend. It
wasn't just this afternoon. Years of cheating, boozing and disrespect came
back to haunt big Jim. His girlfriend hadn't forgotten these festering wounds.
Only his red backside and whimpering seemed to heal the pain.

"Our relationship is going to change." The ex-cheerleader said ominously.