The Girl Next Door
By Sonofjack; sonofjackwell@gmail.com
How could he stay true to the girl next door after meeting the Amazon of his dreams?


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'I'm going to miss you so much, Baby,' I said as I gazed into the beautiful
brown eyes of my best friend and lover, Alexandra Ramsey.

'I'll miss you too, Pookie, but it's only going to be for two weeks. It'll
be over before you know it.' As usual, she was being the stronger, more
practical one. It's no wonder that I look up to her the way I do.

'I know, Baby, but we've never been apart this long in our whole lives,' I
pointed out.

'Speak for yourself,' she giggled, 'I survived a whole year without you!'

Technically, that was true since she was a year older than me. As for me, I
couldn't remember a time when I didn't know Alex, the girl next door. She
was a part of all my important childhood memories #" all my birthday parties,
my first day of school, my first kiss, my high school prom and all my other
highs and lows between. Being a year older, she was always the alpha member of
our relationship.

When we were little kids, Alex was a tomboy and bigger than me, so she imposed
her dominance over me in a physical way. That is to say, she used to beat me
up on a pretty regular basis. As we got older and I got to be bigger than her,
she used more subtle methods to get her way with me.

Alex was always a very pretty girl with a sweet, attractive face and long,
beautiful, flowing black hair. As she grew older, she only became more
stunning with her huge boobs, tiny waist, round, firm ass and long shapely
legs. I felt so lucky to live next door to the prettiest girl in town. Since
we were already inseparable best friends, it was only natural that we would
become sweethearts.

The thing that was about to separate us now was a two week fitness and
training camp that I was required to attend as part of my football scholarship
to State University. I was considered one of the greatest high school
quarterback prospects in the country, and naturally I was recruited by every
major college football program from coast to coast. In the end, I chose State
because that's where Alex wanted to go.

The thing is, in addition to being my best friend and girlfriend, Alex was
also my trainer. When I began to develop as an athlete in sixth grade, my dad
and I converted our garage into a weight room and training gym. Every night
after supper I would go to the garage and work out.

The thing that would motivate me to push myself to my fullest potential was
that Alex would come over every evening to train me. Believe me, she provided
incentives that no ordinary trainer could. It started out with her giving me a
kiss every time I would reach some goal she set for me. If I did fifty
chin-ups, she would give me a kiss. If bench pressed a certain amount, she
gave me another kiss. As we got older and move involved, her incentives became
. . . well, more motivating.

See, that's what no one really understands. I owe everything to Alex. I know
I wouldn't be half the athlete I am today if it wasn't for her. It wasn't
just the training either. She just has a way of making me feel invincible. All
through middle and high school, no matter what sport I was participating in, I
felt I just couldn't lose with Alex cheering me on. After she graduated high
school, she even agreed to put off going to college for a year so that she
could continue to train me and be in my corner during my senior year.

Now it was all paying off. I won a full scholarship to the college that Alex
wanted me to go to. The only catch was that all incoming scholarship athletes
had to attend a special two-week training camp just before the start of the
fall semester. This was the morning of my departure.

'You may have survived a whole year without me,' I said, 'But I'm not sure
I can survive a day without you.' My eyes were beginning to well up.

'Oh, Pookie, you'll be fine. I promise,' she said. 'Where's that great
big strong athlete I trained?'

'I'm right here,' I said.

'You know I'll miss you too, right Pookie? I'll miss having those big
strong muscles wrapped around me and making me feel safe.'

Another thing I loved about Alex was how she made me feel like such a stud.
She loved to go on and on about my big muscles. She loved to run her hands all
over my hard, buff body and tell me how much I turned her on. Of course, at
6'5' and 265 pounds of hard muscles, I was an impressive physical specimen.
Contrasted with her 5'6' inches of soft feminine curves, we did make for an
attractive couple. Plus, she was so cute and feminine that she made me feel
that much more masculine.

I have a few friends who give me a hard time about being wrapped around
Alex's little finger, but what the hell. I figure that giving her whatever
she wants is a small price to pay for the way she makes me feel. Besides, they
don't know how sweet Alex is to me. They don't know how she held me through
the night and let me cry my eyes out on her shoulder the terrible night that
my father died.

I also know for a fact that those guys who make fun of me would trade places
with me in a heartbeat if they ever once had the opportunity to see Alex
naked. They had no idea how great it felt to make sweet love with her. Only I
knew what that was like. Let me just tell you this, despite my being in tip
top physical shape #" Alex saw to that #" she was capable of fucking me until
I passed out from exhaustion!

'Besides, I'm the one who should be worried,' she said.

'What do you have to worry about?' I asked.

'Aren't there also going to be female athletes at this camp?' she asked.

I rolled my eyes. 'Yes, Baby, but you know that you have nothing to worry
about.'

'And why is that?' she asked confidently.

'Because I belong to you,' I gladly admitted.

'That's right, you do,' she said, 'And you better not forget it.'

'What if I do?' I asked playfully.

'Then I'll just have to beat you up the way I did when we were little
kids,' she joked back.

This was a frequent joke between the two of us. She kidded about the way she
was able to whip me when we were little. In response, I flexed my impressive
biceps and asked, 'So you still think you can take me down?'

'Easily,' she giggled.

'Okay then, Baby, I promise not to even look at any other girls while I'm
there.' How was I to know what was awaited me at training camp? How did I
know I would meet a woman like Diana?

Alex, smiled and tilted her head in that way she had that turned my heart into
jello and said, 'I trust you, Pookie.' Then she gave me a kiss so passionate
that my toes stayed curled for the entire two hours it took me to drive to
camp.

All the way there I thought about was how much I loved Alex and how great it
would be when we were living together in college. The plan was for Alex to
find us an apartment to live in at State U while I attended training camp.
Thinking about it made me the happiest guy in the world.

When I arrived at camp, the first item on the agenda was a meeting of all the
freshmen athletes in the camp's big dining hall. That's where I first met
Diana Armstrong. Of course, I'd already heard of her. About a week before
camp there was a big article in our state's largest newspaper about how two
of the top high school athletes in the country were set to attend State U. I
was one of those two top athletes; the other was Diana. She was considered by
far the most promising women's basketball prospect in the nation.

As I was meeting some of my fellow athletes #" the other football players I
would be playing with #" I heard a sultry voice behind me say, 'You must be
Jimmy Pierson.' I turned around and stood face to chest with Diana for the
first time. When I told Alex that I wouldn't look at any other women at camp,
I meant it. Unfortunately, it was impossible for me to ignore a pair of
breasts #" each one bigger than my head #" staring me right in the face.

At 6'5', I'm a pretty big guy, but next to Diana I felt like a runt. As I
lifted my eyes from her massive breasts, and looked up, I was stupefied by the
goddess that stood before me. I must have looked stupefied too #" emphasis on
the stupid #" because Diana looked down at me clearly amused by my reaction.

'Wow, Jimmy, do you always stand there dumbfounded with your mouth hanging
open whenever a gorgeous Amazon says ##Hi' to you?' she asked.

'Huh?' I said.

'My, you are a silver-tongued devil aren't you?' she teased. 'I just came
over her to introduce myself since apparently you and I are the two biggest
stars at this camp. I have to say though that so far you don't quite live up
to my expectations.'

To describe Diana as beautiful would be a ridiculous understatement. This
woman #" this goddess #" went way beyond normal standards of mortal beauty. I
mean, look, I truly love Alex, but I had a horrible feeling as soon as I saw
Diana that I would dump her in a heartbeat at the mere snap of Diana's
fingers. Hell, I'm pretty sure I would sell my mother to the Hell's Angels
if Diana asked me to #" only I got the feeling that Diana didn't ask anybody
to do anything. She told them what to do.

There was something about her that went beyond mere human attractiveness. She
simply radiated the desire to be with her. There was this almost instinctual,
primitive, biological drive to want to have sex with her. It was almost as if
she was the next stage of human evolution and the advancement of the entire
human race depended on her ability to find sexual partners. If that was so,
I'm sure she had no trouble finding as many as she wanted.

What made her even more impossibly desirable was that she clearly understood
the effect she was having on every single man who saw her. She understood that
the entire male population instantly wanted to have sex with her. It was
equally clear by the way she carried herself that the decision as to who would
be chosen for this honor was entirely up to her and no one else.

I'm going to attempt to give the basics of her physical appearance, but keep
in mind that no mere words can adequately describe her. Take the basics of the
information I'm going to give, imagine them combined in the most
spectacularly gorgeous girl you could ever imagine and then double it. No ...
multiply it to the tenth power.

First, as you already know, Diana is tall. She's so tall that like I said, my
head only comes up to her gigantic, firm, round, luscious breasts. To put it
into perspective, Alex's boobs are big; Diana's boobs are enormous. Yet
except for her oversized tits, her tall body was perfectly proportioned.

Second, Diana is buff #" broad shoulders, large, clearly defined muscles in
her arms and legs and flat, toned abs. Her muscles are bigger and more defined
than the average fitness model's, but she doesn't have those fake looking,
steroid-induced body builder muscles either. Her muscles are obviously all
natural and utilitarian in nature. As such, you get the impression that even
though they were not as bulging as a body builder's, they were even more
powerful.

She has long, dirty blonde hair with natural light curls. Her eyes are cool
blue and piercing, her lashes are long and lush, her lips are full and
pouting, her nose is cute and perfect. She's the kind of girl who always
looks made up even though she never wears one drop of make-up. She doesn't
need to because her skin is flawless and glowing and all of her features are
naturally perfect to begin with.

I knew from the feeling I was getting just standing in her presence that I was
in danger. I didn't want to jeopardize the relationship I had with Alex, and
I felt strongly that the best way to keep from doing that was to end this
conversation as quickly as possible.

I mumbled, 'It's nice to meet you,' and then, 'I think the coach wants to
talk to me,' and I got the hell out of there. Luckily, just then the meeting
started.

After the meeting, we divided into our individual sports and spent the rest of
the day in intense training. We weren't given any free time until around
seven in the evening after a healthy dinner. At first I tried hanging out in
the guy's dorm with the other male athletes as a way to avoid thinking about
Diana. However, the main topic of conversation among the guys was how hot
Diana was and how they all wanted to fuck her.

Several guys saw her talking to me, and asked me what we talked about. They
all told me what A lucky guy I was. Little did they know how worried it made
me feel.

The only other topic of conversation seemed to be about various performance
enhancing drugs and how to disguise the fact that they were in your system
during random drug tests. Since I am one hundred percent opposed to such
substance abuse, I decided to go for a walk around the camp instead.

I found myself wandering towards the weight room and gym that was kept open
twenty-four hours a day for athletes who wanted to get in a little extra
training. I decided that it might be a good idea to lift weights after supper.
This was similar to my home routine and would remind of Alex.

I figured that after a hard day of training like this, I would have the weight
room to myself. I was wrong however. When I went inside, I saw that the only
other person in the room was Diana. She was wearing a white sports bra that
looked like it was stretched to its absolute limit, black and pink bike
shorts, white ankle socks and sky blue keds.

'I figured you'd show up,' she said when she saw me.

'How did you figure that?' I asked intrigued.

'I figured that as the second best athlete at this camp, you'd be the only
other person to seek out extra training during free time,' she said.

'Second best?' I asked. I wasn't used to being thought of as the second
best at anything. 'What makes you so sure I'm not THE best athlete?' I
asked.

'This does,' she said as she went into a double arm flex. Her biceps
exploded on her arm and grew to an impressive size. 'Let's see what you
got,' she said.

'Muscle size isn't everything,' I said.

'That's what I thought; my muscles are bigger than yours,' she said
confidently.

'Maybe,' I said even though I was sure she was right.

Changing the subject she said, 'I was hoping that you'd show up.'

I knew that this conversation was dangerous to my relationship with Alex, but
somehow I couldn't help myself. 'Why?' I asked.

'Because I think you're cute,' she said.

'I have a girlfriend back home,' I blurted out hoping to somehow get out of
this situation with my relationship with Alex intact.

She stepped up close to me #" again with her huge breasts right in my face #"
and said, 'It's funny, that's never been a problem for me before.'

'W-what's that?' I asked.

'The man I like having a girlfriend,' she said. 'I've never had ANY
trouble taking ANY man I wanted away from ANY other woman. Am I going to have
any trouble now?' she asked.

I stood there unable to answer. I didn't want to say 'No', but at the same
time I found myself unable to say 'Yes'.

'How about this,' she suggested, 'Help me work out while you think about
it.'

'How can I help you work out?' I asked.

'Here, let me show you what you can do,' she said, 'Follow me.'

Almost against my will I found myself following like a puppy dog a few steps
behind. We walked over to the chin-up bars. Since this was a facility equipped
to handle college athletes #" including tall basketball players #" the highest
chin-up bar looked like it was about eleven feet off the ground.

Diana easily made the jump up to the bar and began doing smooth, flawless
chin-up. 'Count for me,' she said, and I began counting. She did a quick one
hundred as if it took no effort at all. In fact, when she reached one hundred
she said, 'This is too easy.'

She then dropped her left arm and kept right on doing one-handed chin-ups just
as effortlessly as she'd done the two-handed variety. Incredibly she held out
her left arm towards me and said, 'Jump on.'

'What?' I asked.

'Jump up and grab onto my free arm,' she said.

'But I'll pull you down,' I said.

First she laughed. Then she looked at me sternly and demanded, 'Do as you're
told!'

So I jumped up and grabbed on to her free arm. Without missing a beat she
continued doing smooth one handed chin-ups while supporting my additional
weight with her free arm. Even more amazing, her left arm #" the one that was
holding me aloft #" was not hanging limp at her side. She held it to her side
with her elbow bent at a perfect ninety degree angle to her body as she pulled
herself up and down.

I'd never seen such an incredible display of fitness before, and I admit that
it turned me on more than just a little. After completing a hundred one handed
chin-ups while supporting my additional weight, Diana dropped us to the floor
and asked, 'Can your girlfriend back home do that?'

'Until a few minutes ago, I wouldn't have believed that ANYONE could do
that,' I admitted.

Diana smiled at me with absolute confidence and said, 'Jimmy, you wouldn't
believe half of the things I'm capable of.'

'I-I believe it,' I said.

'So what about you? What did you come to the gym to do?' she asked.

'I thought I'd do some bench presses,' I said.

'Come on, I'll spot you.' She said.

We walked over to the bench press apparatus and I loaded two hundred pounds
onto the bar.

'Is that all you can bench press?' Diana asked.

'I'm not going for a personal record,' I explained as I positioned myself
on the bench. 'My plan is to grind out a set of ten at this weight.'

'Oh,' she said.

'You sound surprised.'

'I am a little. Most guys try to show off in front of me and lift as much as
they can.'

'After what I just saw you do, I figured that it was pretty pointless to try
to show off in front of you,' I explained.

'You're probably right about that,' she said. I reached up to the bar and
got a good grip on it with both hands. I hoisted it off the uprights and
pumped out ten, smooth reps before placing the barbell back on the rack.
Despite what I said before, I hoped that Diana was a little impressed.

'Not bad,' Diana said, 'For a guy.' As she said this, she casually lifted
the two hundred pound weight off the rack with just her left hand. She stood
there holding the weight over me like it was nothing.

'My god, Diana, you're incredible,' I said in awe.

She placed the weight back down and stuck a sexy pose. 'That's right, Jimmy,
I AM incredible. I'm the most incredible woman you're ever going to meet,
and I can be all yours. All you have to do is say ##yes'.'

I sat up and said, 'Believe me, Diana, I want to. I really do, but it's not
that easy. If I do say ##yes' I'll be breaking a promise to the girl who's
been my best friend all my life.' Then I told her all about Alex. I told her
how we've lived next door to each other our whole lives. I explained how
she's the only girl I've ever loved. I even told her how Alex has been my
trainer and inspiration all these years.

After listening to all I had to say, Diana said, 'Yes, Jimmy, that's all
very sweet, but I'm offering myself to you. Do you have any idea what a
strong and sexy body like mine can do to you and for you? EVERY man I've ever
been with #" every one #" has become my willing slave after just one time with
me. NO ONE has ever turned me down. I'm offering you the chance of a
lifetime, and you sit here and tell me some sob story about your next door
sweetheart. What's it going to be Jimmy? Are you ready to graduate into
manhood, or are you going to remain a boy with your childhood girlfriend
forever?

When I didn't answer right away, Diana got up and started to walk away.
'Wait!' I called out.

'What?' she snapped.

'Don't go,' I begged, 'Please, don't go.'

She lifted her chin and looked at me with a look of supreme confidence. She
knew that she had me. 'Look, Jimmy, it's sweet of you to not want to hurt
your old girlfriend's feelings, but you understand that you belong to me now,
right?'

Incredibly I heard myself say, 'Yes.'

'Good! I'll prove to you that I a better girlfriend anyway. You say that she
was able to inspire you to stay in top condition?'

'Yes.'

'How?'

'Well, when I did something extra impressive, she'd . . . . '

'What?' she asked.

'She'd give me a blowjob,' I replied.

'What's your personal bench press record?' she asked.

'Three hundred pounds,' I answered.

Diana loaded the bar with three hundred and twenty-five pounds and told me to
lie down on the bench. Then she picked the bar up with one hand again and held
it over me. 'Grab the bar,' she commanded. I reached up and got a grip on
the bar with both hands.

Diana let go of the bar and said, 'Now show me what you can do.' I lowered
the bar to my chest in a smooth controlled way. With the heavy weight sitting
on my chest, crushing me, I was sure that I couldn't lift it back up. But
then Diana squatted down next to me and whispered in my ear, 'You can do it,
Baby. I know you can. Just pretend that you're as strong as I am and lift,
Baby. Lift.'

Slowly, I could feel the bar rising. It was as if just being in the presence
of this mighty Amazon was enough to give me the strength #" almost as if I was
borrowing a tiny fraction of her power. One thing was for certain, she surely
had power to spare.

When I lifted the bar all the way up and back onto the rack, Diana grabbed me
and lifted me high into the air. She stood up, and holding me with one hand,
pulled my shorts and underwear off and began sucking my dick while holding me
suspended in midair.

I held on to the top of her head with my legs over her shoulders on each side
of her neck. Incredibly, my ass rested on her enormous, firm breasts, while
she used her arms to pull me in and out of her mouth. It was the most
amazingly erotic experience I'd ever had.

She didn't stop sucking and pumping when I came in her mouth. She swallowed
every drop and kept right on going. I thought she was crazy at first, but I
wasn't about to protest anything that felt this good. As she worked my cock
with her mouth and tongue, I could feel myself getting hard again. Before I
knew it, I was ready to cum again. Just like before, she kept right on going
after I spurted into her mouth a second time and miraculously made to orgasm a
third time! After this time he lowered my nearly limp body gently to the
floor.

Then it was her turn. She laid down on some wrestling mats and instructed me
to lick an suck her pussy. She didn't allow me to stop until she had five
orgasms.

That was the beginning of my relationship with Diana. Every night after supper
we would meet in the gym and start out exercising together. We'd always end
up making love in some amazing, creative way. Next to the midair blowjob, my
other favorite method for making love with Diana was the midair titty fuck.
That's where she'd hold me in her arms and squeeze my dick between her
enormous breasts. She had the ability to massage my dick between her tits
simply by flexing and relaxing her incredible chest muscles.

Honestly, ANY method she used to have her way with me was incredible, and I
loved exploring the peaks and valleys of her amazing, muscular body. What I
felt for Diana was beyond mere desire. It was more like an addiction.

In addition, to the unbelievable love making, Diana was also helping me to
become even stronger and fitter. I didn't even think that was possible, but
with her there to inspire and motivate me, I was able to lift more, jump
higher, run faster and improve my all-around athletic abilities every night.

Of course, Diana always made a point of letting me know that anything I could
do athletically, she could easily do much better. If I lifted a weight, she
did twenty curls with it. If I did a hundred one handed push-up, she did two
hundred with me sitting on her back. She loved showing off for me, and I loved
letting her.

To be honest, the fact that she was so physically superior to me #" or to any
man #" was a great turn-on to me. I loved knowing that the woman that I was
having sex with every night was SO strong and SO much more powerful than me. I
only wondered what her physical limitations were because they seemed to border
on the superhuman.

The only downside to all of this was that I still hadn't broken the news to
Alex. Part of the philosophy of this training camp was that we should be cut
off from the outside world. Therefore, all cell phones were confiscated when
we arrived. The only contact we had was via emails sent from computers set up
for the athletes to use during our limited free time. Of course, most of my
free time was spent with Diana.

Unbeknownst to Diana, however, I was getting up early every morning and
emailing Alex. I gave her daily reports about what I doing at camp and how
well I was getting along. Of course, I left out the part about fucking Diana.
I also wrote Alex every day that I loved her and missed her which was the
truth. The only lie I told to Alex was a lie of omission.

A few day before the end of camp, Diana started talking about would happen
when we started the fall semester. 'Where will you be living?' she asked me.

'Uh . . . I don't know yet,' I said.

'What do you mean you don't know? College starts in just a little over a
week.'

'Well, see . . . .' I didn't know how to tell her.

'What?' she said sharply. I could tell she wasn't fooling around.

I started in carefully, 'The original plan was for Alex to find an apartment
for us while I was at camp . . . . '

'And what's the plan now?' she asked pointedly.

'I'm not sure,' I answered timidly.

'You haven't told her about me yet, have you?' she asked.

'No,' I admitted.

'Why not?' she asked.

I started to cry #" half out of sadness, and half out of fear of what Diana
would do to me. 'I just couldn't,' I said. 'I couldn't stand to break her
heart.'

'But it's over between the two of you, right?'

'Y-yes,' I said, but I must not have sounded very convincing.

Diana looked at me like she was ready to rip my head off #" something I had no
doubt she could do with ridiculous ease. 'I'm going to ask you just one more
time, and if your answer isn't more convincing this time, I'm never going to
let you kiss my big muscles or suck my giant tits again. Do you understand?
You'll never see my incomparable naked body or feel the excitement of being
lifted high into the air while I lick your balls ever again. Now, it's over
between you and Alex, right?'

The thought of never being with Diana again #" of never being allowed the
privilege of worshipping her beauty and her power ever again was too terrible
to contemplate. As much as I loved Alex, I knew that I couldn't live without
Diana. I threw myself at her feet and wept. 'No, please, don't leave me,' I
begged. 'I'll do anything you say; I'll be your slave, only please, don't
deny me your strength and your power.'

'So you'll email Alex, and tell her that it's over?'

'Yes, yes, I'll do anything you say.'

'Good; stand up now.' I did as I was told. 'Before you go email your
EX-girlfriend, there's something I want you to do for me.'

'Anything, my love, just name it.'

'I want you to hit me,' she said.

'What?' I asked confused.

'I want you to hit me as hard as you can in the stomach,' she demanded.

'No, Diana, I won't do it!' I protested.

Diana quickly reached out and grabbed me by the collar. She lifted me off the
ground and pulled me close to her face. 'Listen, little man, you'd better do
what I tell you to do before I lose my temper.'

As I dangled there several inches off the ground, I cried, 'But, Honey, I
don't want to hit you.'

Diana continued to hold me effortlessly. I knew from experience that she could
just as easily hold many times my puny weight all day long if she wanted to.
'Let me put it this way: either you hit me in the stomach as hard as you can,
or I'll hit you about half as hard as I can.'

Still dangling, I wondered how hard that was. She must have sensed what I was
thinking because she said, 'Remember the other day when we worked out on the
big punching bag?'

'Yes,' I replied.

'Remember that last punch I threw #" the one that broke the chain and sent
the bag flying ten feet away?'

'Y-y-yes.'

'THAT was me punching at about half power,' she said. 'Now, are you going
to do as you're told?'

'Yes,' I replied scared half to death.

She put me back down and said, 'Okay, hit me with everything you've got.'
Before I did, she warned me, 'If I think you're holding back even a tiny
bit, I'm going to punch you so hard that won't wake up for a week.'

I pulled my fist back and punched her with everything I had. If she felt it at
all she did a remarkable job of hiding it. 'Now I want you to hit me just as
hard in the tits,' she demanded.

'Do I have to?' I asked.

'Yes, from now on you have to do whatever I tell you to do,' she replied. So
I did as I was told. I hit her tits with all of my power, and she took the
blow like it was nothing.

'How's your fist?' she asked.

'Sore as hell,' I replied.

'Good,' she replied, 'I wanted to prove to you just how much more powerful
I am than you. From now on, I own you, and you do exactly what I tell you to
do. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Diana,' I replied with my head bowed in subservience.

'Now that we understand each other, here's what I want you to do: go email
your former girlfriend and tell her that she's been replaced by a superior
woman. Then go get some ice for your hand and go to bed.'

'But aren't we going to make love tonight?' I asked.

'Do I have to repeat myself?' she asked.

'No, Diana,' I replied and went off to do as I was told.

Sending Alex that 'Dear Jane' email was the hardest thing I've ever done,
but in a way it was liberating too. Now I was free to worship at Diana's feet
without a cloud of guilt hanging over my head. I thought about writing in my
email to Alex that I hoped we could still be friends, but I didn't because I
knew that Diana would ever allow that to happen.

The next day, Diana informed me that I would be moving in with her when we got
to college. Needless to say, I happily went along. The day after that, camp
ended.

As Diana and I stood in the camp parking lot saying our goodbyes, she hugged
me into her massive breasts and said, 'I'll see you next week on campus,
Pooh Bear.'

'I can't wait, my love,' I replied.

'I suppose you'll see Alex while you're at home,' she said.

'Well, she does live in the house next door,' I said.

'But she understands that it's over between you two, right?' Diana asked.

'I emailed her like you told me to. She never emailed me back, so I guess she
understands the way it is now,' I explained.

'Good, because I'm not letting anyone take my little Pooh Bear away from
me,' she said emphatically.

'You don't have anything to worry about,' I assured her.

'I know I don't,' she said, 'Because I own you. Besides, you know what
will happen if you do anything to displease me, right?'

'Y-you'll put me in the hospital?' I said timidly.

'That's right, Pooh Bear, and it's hard to throw a football with two broken
arms,' she said. Then she lifted me into the air and kissed me passionately.
The mixture of fear and arousal was intoxicating. As I got in my car and
started the drive home, I thought about what a difference two weeks had made.

When I got home, I was happy to see that Alex was nowhere in sight. I knew
that I would have to confront her eventually, and I wasn't looking forward to
it.

How could I explain what had happened? How could I make her understand that I
still loved her as a friend and that I was still grateful for everything
she'd done for me? How do you describe to someone what it feels like to make
love to a goddess? It wasn't Alex's fault that she couldn't compete with
Diana. No normal mortal woman could.

For the rest of the day, I stayed inside and kept a low profile. After supper
that night, though, I found myself heading to the garage. I guess old habits
die hard. I guess I also knew that Alex would see my car in the driveway and
show up at the garage after supper too.

As I began to fiddle with my weights, I heard a familiar voice say, 'Hi,
Pookie.' I turned around and there she was. She was even more beautiful than
I remembered. She was so cute and adorable that I wanted to go throw my arms
around her and kiss her sweet lips. Then I remembered Diana #" and frankly her
threat to put me in the hospital #" and I held myself in check.

'Hi, Alex,' I said.

'I found the cutest two bedroom apartment,' she said. 'My dad insisted that
I get a two bedroom apartment, but I figured we can turn the spare bedroom
into a study room or something.'

'What are you talking about?' I asked.

'Our college apartment, silly,' she replied.

'But . . . but didn't you get me email?' I asked.

'You'll have to be more specific, Pookie, you sent me a lot of emails.'

'The one where I told you I was breaking up with you,' I said, 'The one
where I told you I'd met someone else.'

'Oh, THAT email,' She said, 'Yes, I have to admit that at first I was very
shocked. But then I thought about it, and I decided that you were just
confused. I knew that when you got home you'd come to your senses. After all,
you're my boyfriend, and you have been for years. One little summer camp
fling isn't going to change that. But I don't want you to think you're
completely off the hook. I AM going to have to punish you.'

I couldn't believe it. Alex had always been so practical in the past. Now it
seemed like she was in complete denial. 'Alex, you don't understand. I'm
Diana's boyfriend now.'

'That's silly, Pookie. Just two weeks ago, before you left for camp, you
stood right there in that driveway and said you belonged to me.'

'Now I belong to someone else,' I said.

'But I'm not ready to give you up,' she insisted.

'I'm sorry, Alex, but it's not up to you?' I said.

'Then who is it up to?' she asked. This was a tricky question to answer. The
truth was it was up to Diana. Even if I did want to go back with Alex #" and a
part of me did #" that simply was not an option. I knew that Diana meant it
when she said she would break both of my arms and put me in the hospital. I
had no idea what she would do to a defenseless little girl like Alex.

How could I make Alex understand? How could I make her appreciate what Diana
was capable of? How could I get her to see that she had to walk away for her
own good?

'I'm sorry, Alex, but it's over between the two of us,' I said.

She walked over to within a few inches of me and said, 'You're wrong,
Pookie, it's not over until I say it's over. Do you remember what I said I
would do to you if you even looked at another woman?'

'Huh?' I had no idea what she was talking about.

'I said I would beat you up the way I did when we were little kids,' she
reminded me.

'But, Alex, that's was a joke,' I said.

'Was it?' she asked.

'Come on, Alex, be serious. You know you can't beat me up anymore. It's not
like when we were kids and you were bigger than me.'

'Pookie, no one knows how strong you are and what you're capable of better
than me. I'm the one who's been training you all these years. Now I can see
that you're slightly bulkier now than when you left for camp. Perhaps you're
even a little bit stronger. However, believe me when I tell you that I'm
still much, much stronger than you are.'

I could tell from her tone that she was completely serious. This was
disconcerting because I also knew that Alex never lied to me. The only
explanation I could come up with was that she must have gone completely off
the deep end.

'Alex, I know that this is a lot to take in,' I began.

'Pookie, don't try to handle me. I've always been stronger than you. I just
stopped beating you up when I realized that I could get you to do anything I
wanted you to do simply by tilting my head and sweetly smiling at you,' she
explained.

I figured that this had gone on long enough. Finally I said, 'Okay, Alex, if
you're stronger than me, prove it.'

'No problem,' she said. She casually walked over to my weights rack where I
had some barbells already loaded with weight. She reached down and picked up
the two hundred pound barbell with both hands.

'Wow! That's impressive that a girl your size can lift that much weight,' I
said sincerely, 'But you know that I can lift more than that.'

'I didn't pick it up just to show you I could lift it,' she said. Then she
began to put pressure on the bar with both hands. Slowly the bar started to
bend with the weights on both ends moving upward! As she applied more
pressure, the bar started to bend faster until the rising weights clank
together.

Then she walked over to me and nonchalantly handed me the bent barbell with
one hand. It took both of my hands to handle that much weight.

To say the least I was stunned. It made sense that Diana was stronger than me.
She was bigger than me and had bigger muscles. But how could Alex be stronger
than me too? She was soft and feminine and petite.

'Alex, that's unbelievable,' I sputtered.

'Isn't it though?' she said, 'Now about your cheating on me; that is
unacceptable.'

'I-I'm sorry,' I said.

'I'm sure you are, but you will still have to be punished. Otherwise how can
I be sure it will never happen again?'

'Now wait a minute, Alex, you may be stronger than I thought, but if you
think I'm going to let you beat me up, you're crazy!'

'I never said you had to ##let' me beat you up. Fight back if you want to.
It won't do you any good. But I AM going to beat you up and show you once and
for all who the boss of this relationship is.'

She began to walk towards me. 'Stay back, Alex, I mean it. I don't want to
hit you, but I will.' She kept coming towards me as I backed away. Eventually
she backed me up against a wall. With nowhere else to retreat, I threw a hard
right cross. It wasn't my hardest punch, but I hoped it would be enough to
make her think twice.

She easily dodged my punch and hit me hard in the stomach. I doubled over and
almost threw up from the force of that blow. 'This will go easier if you take
your beating like a man,' she insisted, 'After all, you know you've got it
coming.'

'Like hell I will,' I said, as I let fly a flurry of punches with my left
and right fists. Once again she easily bobbed and weaved through my torrent of
blows and punched me hard in the mouth splitting my lip open.

After that she let fly a one-two combination giving me a black eye and a
swollen jaw in the process. 'Ready to give up?' she asked.

I answered her by throwing a right, a left and another right. Again, all I
connected with was the air as she easily ducked and dodged my fists. The
uppercut she threw at my jaw on the other hand connected with enough force to
lift me off my feet and three feet back on my ass.

'Pookie, please, give up now,' she implored, 'I don't want to do any more
damage to your beautiful face.'

My jaw felt like it might be broken from her last blow, but I managed to
garble out, 'How can you beat me up with such ease?'

'My poor, Pookie, you just don't get it do you? I've always been able to
beat you up. I just haven't had any reason to for several years.'

'I don't believe it,' I said as I struggled to get back on my feet. Alex
came over and placed one strong hand on my head and easily held me down.

'Pookie, if I prove to you that you have no chance of beating me in a fight,
will you give up?' she asked.

I nodded since I wasn't sure I had the ability to speak through my swollen
jaw any longer.

Alex bent over, grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off the garage floor.
'Go ahead, and take a free shot,' she said.

I looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.

'I know that you think that the reason I'm beating you is because so far you
haven't landed a blow. I'm willing to give you one free shot to prove to you
that your weak punches would have little or no effect on me.'

That was all I needed to hear. I was tired of getting beaten up by girls.
Without hesitation or remorse, I let a punch fly with all the power I could
muster behind it. I hit Alex with my fist right across her jaw. Her face moved
maybe a quarter of an inch, and she showed not the slighted grimace of pain.
In fact, the self-assured smile never even left her face.

'Holy shit!' I thought to myself, 'Not even Diana let me hit her in the
face.'

Then to prove her point even further, Alex went over to the cinderblock wall
of the garage and punched a hole through it. 'That's what I could do if I
decided to really hit you,' she said. 'I'd rather not punish you anymore,
because I despite everything, I still love you, Pookie. I just hope that
you're ready to concede defeat.'

I nodded 'Yes.'

'In that case,' she said. 'Go to bed and get some rest, and we'll talk in
the morning.'

The next morning I woke up with Alex standing over my bed. 'Your mom let me
in,' she explained.

I reached up and rubbed my sore jaw. I could only see out of one eye since the
other was swollen shut. I could still taste the blood from my split lip.

'Oh, Pookie, you're face is such a mess. I'm sorry that I had to do that to
you,' she said. I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. As funny
as it may seem, I felt sorry for her. I reached up and gently wiped away one
of her tears with my index finger.

'You do still love me don't you, Pookie?'

I tried to talk, but found that my swollen jaw wouldn't allow it. I nodded in
the affirmative.

'I'm glad,' she said, 'But there are going to have to be some changes
made. Let's face it, Pookie; I've always unofficially been the boss of this
relationship.' Once again I nodded my agreement.

'From now on,' she continued, 'It's going to be official. You're going to
have to follow my orders and ask for permission to do things that are not part
of our established routine. We're going to go to college and live together as
planned. I'm going to give you a list of chores to do, and I'm going to have
to know where you are at all times. When you're supposed to be in class or at
football practice, that better be where you are. I'll be checking up on you,
and if you're not where you're supposed to be, I'm going to have to punish
you. In fact, if you do anything I don't approve of, I'm going to have to
punish you. You will in effect be my property, and I will be your unquestioned
master. You will follow all my orders immediately and without question. In
return, I will allow you to remain my sweet Pookie. Is that understood?'

I looked at her and tried to tell her with my eyes that things weren't that
simple. Diana would never let Alex just take me from her like this. And even
though Alex was strong enough to kick my ass, I doubted if she had the power
to take on an Amazon like Diana. Alex must have seen the turmoil on my face
because she said to me, 'And don't worry about that girl Diana. She and I
will just have to settle things woman-to-woman next week when we get to
college.'

As I laid there in bed with my face sore and swollen from the beating given to
me by my master, I wondered what would happen when my other master found out.

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