In the not so distant future

[Tikka1910]

In the not so distant future

The college bell rang and finally signaled the end of class and the morning.
We were all excited because this afternoon was to take place the final of the school rugby tournament on the one hand and the cross fit race on the other.

Indeed, we were all waiting for these tests which marked the end of the school year, with great impatience. Because besides the fact that they heralded the summer holidays, they were above all an opportunity for all the boys in the college to be able to admire the girls in action.

Our school's rugby tournament was all-girls. While participation in cross was allowed for boys. But apart from a few guys who wanted to make fun of the girls, all of the participants were female.

Nothing abnormal. If there was a time when men had physical ascendancy over women, that was long gone.

Sport had become a favorite activity for girls while boys balked at the slightest physical exercise. In a pinch, physical education and sports classes were an opportunity to watch these big, growing girl bodies brutally fight for victory. Scenes that did not leave these young men indifferent, shocked by the brute force and violence that the girls gave off, through their multiple competitions. The girls themselves prided themselves on their strength, their exploits, their impressive physique.

But the year-end competitions were different in that they were the culmination of a year of hard work for these teenagers. A whole year to perfect, at the college gym, the most feminine body possible. That is to say the most muscular and powerful possible. And it was obviously an opportunity to show off in front of the boys in the class. To give them an overview of all the progress made since the beginning of the year.

In the same way for the boys, it was with excitement that we waited for the match and the race to be able to admire, the valiant muscles, the will to win, the hardness, the determination of their pretty classmates. Such a boy was ecstatic in front of Deborah's bulging quadriceps in the middle of a race. Other on the imposing biceps of Laeticia which replaced this pretty blond hair. Others by the broad shoulders of little Anaïs, the big perfect abs of the pretty Maddy or the height of the big Manon, who were almost 2 meters high.

Other boys dream, of a rendez vous, of a dinner with one of them. One wanted the strongest, the other the tallest. Everyone was saying, squealing, that they only wanted one winner. We dreamed of kisses, tight in the powerful arms of our champion. The discussion wandered off to less romantic topics. Mike, a little classy guy, swore he walked into the girls' locker room a few months ago. According to him the smell was stronger there than at the zoo and that had greatly excited him. He had also been able to admire Andrea's big muscular buttocks. Or so he claimed. John told her he had already seen Andrea naked and even that she would have an extremely hairy pubis and an imposing clitoris. ''Much hairier than in today's porn. ''We obviously didn't believe it. He was fantasizing. All these stories had warmed us quite a bit.

But the competition was about to begin. First the rugby match. We press against the barrier at the bottom of the small stands, to encourage our heroines. The girls come out of the locker room, or we should rather say the women, as long as their musculature was developed this year. We were in a trance to adore our warriors because our class was in the final. Our girls were the strongest.

[Tikka1910]

The 30 girls arrived on the field. 15 against 15. The fight promised to be violent. To our greatest delight. We wanted blood and sweat. And let our daughters come and carry us as their rightfully earned trophy. Otherwise, if they lost it is without shame, it must be said, that we would seek comfort from the opposing team. The other team also had beautiful female specimens. Athletic, beautiful and determined to beat the tournament. And to gain popularity with the boys.

But how could our team lose?
We had Manon. The tallest girl in the class at 2 meters tall and well built with gnarly muscles, with brown hair. We had Maddy, the most sculpted of the team. She was 185 cm tall and with a beautiful face, brown hair and deep green eyes. We had laetitia, the typical blonde with big biceps and big breasts, 190 cm tall.

But especially as captain, we had Deborah who I was secretly in love with. Deborah who had the most dominant character. She couldn't stand losing and never lost.

 Almost as tall as Manon, Deborah was 195 cm tall and very very muscular. Not like Maddy and her perfect definition. Deborah was the type who wanted to grow as much as possible. Her build impressed everyone and first of all me who didn't dare approach her despite the fact that she was in my class.

Raven black hair cut across her broad shoulders in bobs was totally sexy. His deep black eyes bewitched all men. And her slovenly, sporty adolescent smell made the less shy boys stick to her like flies, attracted by the smell of a real woman.

His protective muscle mass needed by today's young men, in search of security, made us all crack. Her authoritarian and proactive character foreshadowed an enterprising woman capable of taking on the role of head of the family. A head of family may not be especially faithful but a real head of family all the same and that's what all the boys were looking for at the end of their studies. To be supported financially, physically. Support a woman, prepare good meals for her. Clean, tidy the house. Know how to repair, knit.
 The aspiration of today's men, the social ideal of today's man could only be realized with a woman who was also the archetype of the modern woman. And Deborah perfectly embodied this modern woman. That, all the boys in the class felt almost instinctively.

Besides, Deborah knew it and was also an inveterate flirt. And a number of boys had gone out with her. They had had the pleasure of groping his biceps bigger than melons and it made me jealous.

It even seems that for her 18th birthday this year, Deborah had deflowered two cute guys from another class. These two morons had obviously boasted about it everywhere. And given Deborah's heightened libido, I know all the details were true.

I have to say, we all turned 18 this year and the hormones were bubbling inside of us all.
The girls were ahead on this side and for a few months multiplied the sexual relations with the boys but not necessarily from our college.

For my part, I wanted Deborah to take my virginity. What could be better than this day to reward her after her efforts in the field.

Besides, it is she who arrives on the lawn and who orders her teammates to position themselves. His strong and powerful voice carries far and leaves no other option than obedience. She's the boss.
I gazed at her from the edge of the field against the barrier. Her white shorts are clearly struggling to contain two huge unwaxed thighs. Her white and blue striped singlet also struggles to contain large breasts and a powerfully built upper body.

For a moment our eyes met. And she gave me an evocative wink that left me speechless. Then the whistle sounded and the game started.

[JerusalemTulip]

Would love to see this story continue.

Sure, the idea of men as homemakers is not perfectly consistent with biological efficiency, but there is a seductive lure to it.  Many of us might want and choose to be happy nourishing life anonymously, haloed by our calm duties, so long as we had a strong partner to shoulder the other responsibilities.

[Tikka1910]

Thank you very much for the support. I will try to follow this story.

[Jaguar]

An excellent start.  I look forward to reading more!