At the beach

It was a hot July day about 30 years ago when I just turned 18 years of age, as Billy, Sid and I went to the local beach to go swimming and enjoy the sun.  We had just graduated from 10th grade. We brought blankets and packed away lunches and various items like a frisbee, a football and a volleyball. Coincidentally, three girls from our class were nearby and we asked them if we could join them, and they agreed. We brought our stuff over to where they set up and we sat around talking for a while. We boys were all about the same size and weight as each other, about 5'5" to 5'7'' and 130 to 140lbs. None of us showed much in physical maturity as we all had slender, boyish figures without much, if any muscularity. In other words, we were typical mid-teenage boys as our bodies did not begin to "fill-out" yet.

 

The girls, Susan, Janie and Linda, on the other hand had begun to mature as their figures showed significant breast development and "curves" appeared in the right places as their hips and behinds were wider than their waistlines which were narrow. They also were relatively the same as us in height and weight. This was before the time of body building, health spas, weight lifting, steroids and the like, so not a one of us looked like an Olympic athlete. There was no shame if boys had no muscles to speak of, thankfully. We soon started a friendly touch football game, boys against the girls. Billy was the quarterback as Sid and I went out for passes. We were guarded by Linda and Susan, respectively. I caught a deep pass as Susan could not quite keep up with my speed on the play. She playfully pushed me after I scored and told me that that was the last pass I would catch the rest of the game.  I laughed and she smiled. Now the girls were on offense. Janie played quarterback and I guarded Susan as Billy guarded Linda. Susan did a stop and go pattern and I had fallen for the stop move, Janie threw a beautiful pass as Susan caught the ball, but had to stop for it allowing me to catch up to her. She gave me a fake and I lunged for her but missed as she scored the tying touchdown. I smiled admirably as she reciprocated.

 

The game continued and the score was tied at 3 touchdowns for each team. The girls were surprisingly good athletes. It was now our ball. Billy threw me a short pass on the sideline that was not thrown that well.  Susan, who was still guarding me, and I arrived at the ball at the same time and both of us got our hands on it. We both yanked at it trying to tear it away from each other. Susan won the tug of war, as she pulled the ball from me and began to run with the interception and I fell to the ground in a futile attempt to tag her. Susan outran Billy to the end zone to win the game for the girls. We went back to our beach blankets to grab a soda from the cooler. We had a good-natured heated discussion of the game as we demanded a rematch. The girls said they would but did not feel like "beating" us again as our egos couldn't handle a second loss in one day.

 

Then Susan said, and I'll never forget this, "Hey Jerry, how did it feel for a big man like you to let a little girl pull the ball right out of your arms and cost your team the game". My response was the typical boy versus girl, "I didn't pull as hard as I could because I didn't want to hurt you". The two boys in unison said "Yea".  The girls said we were full of it. I said "tell you what Susan, let's wrestle and see how tough you are". I really didn't expect her to jump up and say "let's do it big man!"

 

We both stood up facing each other. I was dressed in my blue bathing suit and Susan was wearing a one-piece black bathing suit. The others gathered around and started rooting. I now had to defend my (and the other boys) honor. Susan was the largest of the girls as we were virtually the same size weighing about 130 lbs. but I still had an inch on her as I was 5'6" to her 5'5. We grabbed each other's hands and both of us began to exert pressure. She and I strained to get an advantage for a few seconds and, surprisingly, my wrists were being turned 
backwards. I was able to push her off to try another tactic. The guys were riding me and telling me to stop fooling around.  The girls were egging Susan on to flatten me. I tried to tackle her low and as I grabbed her she got me in a headlock. She started to squeeze very hard as my face apparently was turning red. The girls were laughing as Susan was walking with me in a circle. I could not break her grip no matter how hard I strained to separate her arms from my head. I felt that I was getting tired and was losing strength. I think Susan felt my decreasing resistance and finally forced me down in the sand on my back.

 

She finally released my head and grabbed by hands as she straddled me. She pinned my arms down and asked me if I give up. I wasn't smiling anymore as I was being embarrassed and tried to gather one last effort to push her off me and reverse the situation. I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could, but amazingly Susan must have sensed my desperation and increased her force on my arms and I failed to budge her. She asked me again if I give up.  My buddies were pleading with me to do something as the girls continued to cheer Susan on. I realized that Susan was stronger than me and I was too exhausted to mount another counter measure. I was pinned fair and square and I submitted to Susan.  She smiled down on me and told me that anytime I wanted a rematch she would gladly give it to me.

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Then, while still sitting on me, she flexed her biceps, and although her arms were not thin, they did not show any noticeable bulges at all.