Author: [Newshound] Football Princess

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Hey folks, this isn't written by me, but this story was on the now defunct site, written by a user named 'Newshound'.

I'll try to dig out the other parts if there's interest.

Football Princess
by Newshound


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I met Tanya during my sophomore year in high school. I was the trainer for the girls softball team taking care of the equipment and helping wherever I was needed. Tanya was a pretty, 17 year old junior with shoulder length, platinum blonde hair and alabaster skin. She had a big chested, athletic build, with nice, thick thighs, but not too muscular. In fact she was a dead ringer for professional golfer Morgan Pressel when she was 17. I was a bit shy, but had a good sense of humor, so I got along fairly well with the girls. Tanya and I got on especially well because I always took her good natured teasing with a smile. Being a year younger than her and being the team trainer, she took pleasure in teasingly ordering me around and being bossy. We both knew it was in jest and laughed about it.

During softball practices, I was frequently able to witness Tanya's athleticism. She was an exceptional player who could field her position and throw just like a guy. But what really impressed me was her hitting, or rather, how far she could hit a ball. She was the only player who could hit the ball over the outfield fence. This was even more impressive because, the boys baseball team used the same field, and they rarely hit the ball over the fence. She hit so many balls over the fence, that whenever she came up to bat, the girl's coach took to making me go out behind the fence, to keep any of the balls reach the street behind the park. Even then, she still managed to hit a few over my head.

I was amazed at how she did this. She was rather normal looking, standing about 5'7". I stood two inches taller than her, yet she clearly had to be pretty strong to be able to hit a ball that far. I got an opportunity to see just how strong one day after practice. I was lugging two equipment bags back to the gym when she accosted me in a hallway. "Where are you going with my bats?" she joked sternly. I turned to face her. She was wearing gym shorts and a school T shirt. "You're not the boss of me", I retorted with a smile. With that she reached out with both hands and began tickling me on the ribs. I backed up into a wall in a vain attempt to escape her. Before I could do anything more, she picked me up under my arms. Lifting me and the equipment bags off the ground before placing my shirt collar over a hat rack, leaving my feet dangling off the ground. She then proceeded to tickle me mercilessly while I struggled to fend her off. After
about minute of torturing me, she took pity and stopped.

"Let me down!" I gasped, still trying to stifle my laughing. She stood there smiling with her hands on her hips, savoring my helplessness. "You gonna do what I say?" she asked. "YES!" I laughed. With that, she reached out and lifted me off the hat rack and set me back on the ground. "See ya" she grinned, while tugging my baseball cap over my eyes. I was relieved that she failed to notice how excited I was with her unexpected display of strength. With seemingly no effort, she had picked me up off the ground, along with two heavy equipment bags. How a pretty girl could be so strong blew my mind.

I remembered placing my hands on her biceps as she lifted me off the hat rack. She felt solid, yet at the same time, her skin felt femininely soft. She felt amazing. I resolved to devise a way to experience her strength again. The next day at practice, I sat on the bench next to her glove. When she came to retrieve it, I snatched it away, holding it out at arm's length. "Brat!" she grinned while grabbing my other arm. She pulled me towards her and grabbed the front of my shirt. With her other hand, she reached down to my belt, and before I knew it, she had jerked me into the air, holding me over her head. She looked up at me with a big grin on her face while the other girls laughed. It was incredible! She was holding me above her head as if I were a baby! She shook me a couple of times as we both laughed. She lowered me to the ground then took me into a headlock. By this time, I had dropped her glove and was trying to escape her grasp. With both
hands on her forearm, I tried with all my might to pry her arm open, but it didn't budge. I became even more excited when I noticed that she didn't even appear to be straining herself. In fact, it seemed that she was barely trying at all, standing firm with her other hand on her hip and giggling. Finally the coach called the team onto the field, and she released her grip. "I'll see you later" she winked before reaching down for her glove. I could barely contain myself during practice as I relived the memory of this Amazon holding me over her head while smiling up at me.

As the year went by, Tanya and I developed a close friendship. We enjoyed each other's company. She laughed at my nerdy humor, and I loved teasing her, secretly hoping to goad her into displaying her strength. She was a lively spirit and it didn't take much for a bout of play wrestling to break out. At first I thought I might be able to hold my own against her, but after a few bouts, it became clear to me that I had no hope of matching her strength. Whenever I managed to get her into any type of hold, I could feel how solid she felt. It was as if she was made of pure muscle. Getting her into a hold was also relatively useless because she was so strong, I couldn't budge her. I would be straining to bring her to the ground, yet she would simply stand there smiling at me, not moving an inch. She easily broke out of any type of hold I attempted on her by simply reaching down and peeling my arms away. Her upper body strength was astonishing for a girl.
She was able to press me over her head repeatedly, seemingly without effort. I think she enjoyed seeing how turned on it made me.

It was a crisp fall day when a sudden revelation came over me. I was also the trainer for the varsity football team. Our team was wfully inept, usually winning only two or three games a year. We were a laughing stock. Other teams used us as a filler on their schedule. To make matters worse, we had lost our best running back when he broke his leg in a motorcycle accident. I was standing close to Coach Gibbs listening to him wishing we had someone to replace him, when a light bulb came on above my head.

What if Tanya tried out for the football team?

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It seemed preposterous for Tanya to tryout for the team. For one thing, the rules didn't allow girls to play football. But what if no one knew? With her hair bunched up under a helmet, and with all the padding, it would be difficult for anyone to tell she was a girl. Would Tanya even want to try? The next day at school, I decided that I would casually broach the subject to Tanya. During lunch, I started to talk about the football team's ws and how bad things looked for the coming season. I mentioned the running back's injury and how Coach Gibbs was having a hard time replacing him. She nibbled her food while listening to me rattle on, when I brought it up. "I'll bet you could be our running back" I chuckled, trying to sound half joking in case she laughed at me.

"Get out!" she laughed. "Seriously! You're pretty strong. I'll bet you're stronger than some of the football players". She looked at me for a second, a small smile forming on her lips. "I've always wanted to play football" she said. "Really?" I asked innocently. "What about cheerleading? I thought you had a shot at making the squad this year". "I know" she sighed "But I'd much rather play sports. I love competition". "I don't know." I said skeptically,"Boys can be pretty physical". "I've always been able to handle boys" she replied. "I handle you pretty easily" she smiled. I smiled back, "What if I could get you a tryout? Would you be willing?" "Sure!" she answered eagerly. I was momentarily shocked. I never really expected her to say yes. "Maybe you and I should practice first"? She began giggling loudly causing me to blush. We had play wrestled enough to know that I was no match for
her.

The plot was hatched. I was friends with most of the football players, so I began working to convince them to let Tanya try out for the team. Most of them were resigned to another losing season, so they either didn't care or were willing to try anything. The only problem would be sneaking her onto the practice field without the Coach finding out about her real identity. Being the team trainer, I was easily able to get a uniform, pads and helmet for her. I arranged for Tanya to meet me in the laundry room where we could fit her with the uniform. When she stripped down to her bikini briefs, I got a good look at how impressive her thighs were. So impressive that I had to help her with the padded pants on. I raised her socks all the way up to hide the fact that she shaved her legs. The shoulder pads and jersey went on easily, then she rolled her hair into a tight bun to fit under the helmet. "You're all set" I said, tapping her on the shoulder pads.
With all the padding and equipment, you couldn't tell she was a girl. "Remember, I've told the Coach your name is Chris. You have to remember not to talk and don't take your helmet off, so the Coach dsn't find out". She nodded nervously, then leaned forward planting a soft kiss right on my lips.

We waited for the rest of the team to go out onto the field and joined them. After calisthenics, the team began to work through some plays. I sidled up alongside the Coach. "Coach, that's Chris Collins" pointing at Tanya. "He's the guy I told you about who wants to try out for running back". "Yah? We'll put him in and see what he's got" he replied gruffly. "Ok fella! Get in there and show us your stuff", he yelled across the field. Tanya quickly slotted in behind the quarterback. "Ok! Running back up the middle!" shouted Coach then blowing the whistle. Tanya exploded from her stance, taking the hand off and heading up the middle through a hole. Standing in her way was the middle linebacker, Tommy Hodges, our best player. No one could have predicted what happened next. As Tommy moved forward to tackle her, Tanya held out her arm and straight armed Tommy aside with such force that he left the ground and flew backwards several
feet before landing on his back. Two more tacklers grabbed her from behind and attempted to pull her down, but Tanya wasn't slowing down and they were just holding on for the ride. She continued dragging the players for 20 yards before the Coach blew his whistle to end the play. The playing field was momentarily silent while everyone took in what they had just seen.

As if he couldn't believe what he had just seen, Coach called out the same play, "Running back up the middle!" Tanya took the ball, but this time, the offensive linemen failed to open a gap for her as she hit the tangle of players at full speed. It looked as if she had been stopped, but she continued churning her legs pushing the larger players forward. Eventually a small gap opened for her, however, by now, several defenders had converged on her. She continued to plow ahead seemingly impervious to the players trying to bring her down. One tackler after another was brushed aside or simply ignored as she continued to move relentlessly up field. Finally, the coach whistled the play dead. Three more plays were run and Tanya proceeded to dominate the playing field. A trail of downed players were left in her wake as she inexorably forged ahead.

She seemed to have the strength of a locomotive. "Damn", I heard the Coach whisper. "Damn", I thought to myself. I knew she was strong, but I thought she might struggle a bit since she wasn't familiar with the game. I was expecting her to just keep her head above water, but I hadn't expected her to be overpowering. "Hot dog! I think we found ourselves a running back!" Coach yelled while slapping me on the back. I was stunned. I was beginning to think that it might take more than 11 players to stop her.

As she returned to the bench, I ran over to meet her with a water bottle. "That was amazing! How did you do that?" I gushed while handing her a bottle. "It was pretty easy. I don't think they were really trying" she replied, seemingly almost embarrassed by her performance. "I've been the trainer for two years. I've never seen anyone make it look that easy!" I was gushing like a schoolgirl. In five successive plays, no one had been able to stop her. Only the coach's whistle had stopped this beautiful juggernaut. On top of all that, she wasn't even breathing hard! It was almost as if she was holding back.

Just then, Coach Gibbs approached. "Son, that was fantastic! Where did you learn to play like that? I think we can really use you". Tanya was looking down at the ground, afraid to make eye contact. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you boy". Hesitantly, Tanya looked up. "Uhmm, Coach?" I interjected. "There's something we need to tell you".

Tanya stood up. "My name isn't Chris" she said resolutely. The Coach's eyes widened. Tanya unbuckled and removed her helmet and as she did, her lovely golden hair tumbled down. "My name is Tanya". I swallowed hard fully expecting one of Coach's angry tirades. But Coach just stood there with blank look on his face. By now, the other players had seen what was happening and had crept closer. After a moment, he pushed his cap back on his head and replied, "Well, you're the best damn player I've seen in years. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you go. We'll find a way to keep this our little secret". The two of us looked at each other in stunned disbelief. The team began whooping and punching their fists into the air. Tanya grabbed me in a bear hug, lifting me off the ground while twirling around. The coach laughed and said, "I'll keep you on the bench until you get up to speed on the play book. Tanya dropped me and rushed
over to hug the coach so hard, she almost knocked him over.

It took her a week or so to learn the basic plays. She continued to impress me during practice. Her combination of strength and speed as well as her relatively short stature combined to make her the prototypical running back, Although, she didn't have the training and skill to dodge and weave her way through defenders, her sheer strength was enough to bull her way through and break tackles. While she had decent foot speed, it was her strength that amazed us. Her legs were so powerful that she would literally drag defenders downfield until there were enough of us to finally bring her down. Her upper body strength was just as impressive. A lone tackler hardly stood a chance against her as she could either strong arm him out of her way, or lower her shoulder into him, sending him flying backwards. Coach Gibbs had to tell her not to hit so hard. Several of us sported various scrapes and bruises from the pounding she dished out.

The season began with a loss to McClendon High. Tanya sat on the bench for the whole game with her helmet on. I could tell she was anxious to play, but the coach felt she still wasn't familiar with the playbook. My thought was, to heck with the play book. Just give her the ball. After losing the second game of the year, Coach Gibbs, a bit desperate perhaps, decided to let her start against Clement High. As the day of the game approached, we became giddy with anticipation at the prospect of unleashing our secret weapon. Clement High had a relatively small student body, so their football team was never a powerhouse. We thought it would be a good test of Tanya's ability to take a hit under real game conditions, and she didn't disappoint. On the first play from scrimmage, she took the handoff and plowed up the middle for a twenty yard gain before five defenders were finally able to bring her down. Even when the Clement High players began to double and
triple team her, it hardly seemed to matter to her as she continued to pile up the yards. By the fourth quarter we had built a 35-17 lead.

Tanya had scored all five of our touchdowns and rushed for a school record 187 yards, before Coach pulled her from the game in the fourth quarter. She came off the field with a hurt expression on her face, so I ran over to meet her at the sideline. "Are you ok?", I asked as I helped her to the bench. "Yah." She replied dejectedly as I handed her a water bottle. "But why did Coach pull me out of the game? Did I mess up?" Looking up at the scoreboard, I chuckled and said "He probably thought that you've done enough damage for one day". With that, she let out a small giggle. Not only had she made it look easy, she seemed to have had fun while doing it.

We had won our first game in over a year and the players were ecstatic in the locker room. They had no doubts as to whom they owed the victory, unanimously deciding to present Tanya with the game ball. She quickly reverted to her feminine self by bursting into tears at their gesture. It was almost too hard to believe, that this 5'7" blonde, pretty enough to be a cheerleader, became an unstoppable steamroller out on the field.

The following week against Crawford High was more of the same only more, with Tanya rushing for over 200 yards and another 4 touchdowns while leading us to a 38-14 victory. With nine touchdowns in only her first two games, Tanya seemed to gain confidence each time she carried the ball. Coach Gibbs also began relying on her more and more, calling for a running play almost every time we had the ball. Not that Tanya seemed to mind. She was having fun and carrying the entire team along with her.

The victory over Crawford put our record at 2 wins and 2 losses, but with Tanya carrying the ball, the team was feeling as if we had a chance to win every week. Players were showing up early for practice and working harder than I'd ever seen them work before. There was a real team spirit developing. In the weight room, a friendly competition developed between the linemen and Tanya to see who could bench press the most reps with the loser buying ice cream. Tanya would wait to see which lineman completed the most reps, then proceed to top his effort. She never once had to buy ice cream.

The team continued to roll with easy victories over Roughton Academy and Stillwater, with Tanya continuing to shoulder most of the offensive load. Teams were beginning to hear about our star running back that was setting district records at an alarming rate. Even with defenses keyed on trying to stop her, it seemed to make little difference as she continued to pile up impressive statistics. Knowing there was a pretty girl underneath the uniform was an extreme turn on for me. I could barely contain myself watching her toss opponents aside. Against the smaller teams, she almost seemed to have an unfair advantage, as if watching an 8th grader playing against a team of 1st graders.

With Tanya providing the muscle, we had won all seven games since she had become a starter. In those seven games, she had amassed a startling 27 touchdowns and 1169 yards rushing. Going into the final game of the year, we needed to win against arch-rivals Altamont to win the division title and make it to the championship game. Altamont was a large school and in the past, their team was accustomed to trouncing us with regularity.

On Friday, I asked Tanya if she was ready for the game. She acted completely unconcerned. I wished I could feel the same way...

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Altamont was one of the top rated schools in the state and were heavily favored to win the game. Our reputation as perennial losers didn't help matters. Before the game, I could see that some of their players towered over Tanya. I was a bit intimidated and I wasn't even playing! You would have thought it was just another game from watching Tanya warm up with her team mates. I was amazed how a girl supposedly out of her element, always seemed to exude a cool confidence, almost arrogance.

Things didn't start out well for us. Altamont's high powered offense ate up a lot of the clock with a long scoring drive. More importantly, the longer they controlled the ball, the longer they kept Tanya sitting uselessly on the sideline. Eventually, we got the ball back and Tanya went right to work, reeling off runs of 17, 33, and 22 yards before finishing the drive off with an 8 yard drive up the middle to tie the score at 7. I breathed sigh of relief until I realized the drive had taken less than 2 minutes off the clock, and now, Altamont's offense would once again control the ball. Tanya was almost too efficient.

Once again their offense produced a long, time eating drive for another score. Their much larger offensive line had our defense at a disadvantage, giving their quarterback all the time he needed to complete short passes. With their size advantage, they seemed to be able to move the ball at will. I had butterflies in my stomach the size of moths, yet when I looked over at Tanya, she was sitting alone on the bench, seemingly blithely unconcerned.

Tanya may be the best player we have, but she knew next to nothing about the intricacies of the game. I decided I had better discuss strategy with her. I grabbed a water bottle and ran over to her side. "Listen, you need to slow it down" I began. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "You scored too fast last time. You need to give our defense a break. The longer they stay on the field, the more exhausted they become." She cast a worried glance out onto the field, "What do you want me to do"? "Just run for first downs. Ten yards at a time. That will eat up more time and give the defense time to rest". She seemed a bit perplexed, but nodded her understanding.

I gave her a shot of water as she strode out onto the field. On the first play of the drive, she took the ball up the middle with players struggling to contain her. After gaining about 10 yards, she seemed unsure what to do. By now 5 or 6 defenders were surrounding her, trying to pull down with no success. Finally, she must have realized how comical it all must have looked, and dropped down on one knee to end the play. I was in awe. She had linebackers hanging on every limb, and yet she stood there as though she were waiting on a bus.

The strategy was a success as Tanya slowly moved the ball up the field before taking it in for another score to tie the game at 14 all. As she jogged off the field I met her with a water bottle. She was laughing about the first play. "I made 10 yards, then I forgot what I was supposed to do! I just stood there for a minute before I remembered I was supposed to let them tackle me!" I grinned "You make it look too easy"! "Yah" She replied, "I just want to keep running".

Thanks to Tanya giving our defense a rest, they managed to keep them from scoring and we went into halftime with the score tied 14-14. For the first time since Tanya became a starter, I thought we might lose.

At the beginning of the second half, Tommy Hodges, our best linebacker was put out of the game after injuring his knee. Coach Gibbs knew this left a big hole in our defense that would be difficult to replace. And if we couldn't stop their offense, Tanya couldn't get the ball. Standing behind the Coach, I offhandedly asked, "What about Tanya?" He turned and looked at me as if a light had turned on inside his head. He immediately ran over to where she sat on the bench with me following in his wake.

Putting his hand on her shoulder pads he asked, "Do you think you can play defense?" She looked completely surprised, "I don't know!" she said. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do"! "Just stop'em!" he exclaimed. "Don't let anyone get past you". She looked completely stunned, "I'll try." was all she could say. "Take Tommy's place at middle linebacker. Get in there!" As she stood up, I gave her a squirt of water. "You sure about this?" I asked. "Whatever Coach wants, Coach gets" she said serenely as she buckled her chin strap.

I wished I could be as confident. Now she would be playing full time with no rest, and I was concerned it would wear her down. The Altamont coaching staff, thinking they had us on the ropes, decided to capitalize on the substitution by running plays towards Tanya's position. On their first play, their quarterback dropped back while their tight end sprinted across the middle towards Tanya. The pass was right on target reaching the receiver just a few feet in front of Tanya. Catching the ball in full stride, he then lowered his helmet and continued running straight at Tanya. His helmet struck her right in the chest. As the sound of the impact reverberated throughout the stadium, I winced, expecting the worst. Amazingly, Tanya stood upright. Despite hitting her at full speed, it looked as if he had just run straight into a brick wall. Wrapping her arms around him, she lifted him off his feet before slamming him down onto the turf.

My mouth was agape while watching this. She had just taken a huge hit, yet she had barely been budged. It reminded me of a bird flying into a window. As the receiver lay groaning at her feet, the referee stopped the game so that their trainer could check for injuries. I took the opportunity to sprint out onto the field with water bottles. As I reached her, she had a look of concern on her face for the downed player. "Is he ok? I didn't mean to hurt him!" "I think he'll be ok" I tried to reassure her. "Are you ok? He hit you pretty hard". "I'm just doing what the Coach told me to do" she replied. "You sure stopped him alright". As I stood next to her, I couldn't help but be amazed at how strong this pretty girl must be. If she could do that to a football player, she could probably kill me. "Look. Just be careful. They're going to try to keep running at you to see if you're the weak link". With that, she seemed to bristle, "I don't want to be the weak link!"

By that time, the injured Altamont player was helped to his feet and was being helped off the field. I gave Tanya another squirt of water, but she was concentrating a fixed look on the opposing team, almost glaring at them. "Uh oh" I thought to myself. On the following play, they decided to try running the ball up the middle, right towards Tanya. It was almost a carbon copy of the previous play. While their large offensive linemen easily created an opening, their running back lowered his head and ran straight towards Tanya. Again, as if running into an immobile object, he was brought to a sudden stop by a blonde haired wall of solid muscle. This time, instead of slamming him to the ground, Tanya merely wrapped her arms around him and fell forward on top of him.

By now, it was beginning to sink in that maybe they should be avoiding Tanya. This time, the quarterback dropped back to pass. Without missing a beat, Tanya sprinted forward. Two large, hulking linemen converged on her at the line of scrimmage. In the blink of an eye, her forearms slammed into their chests, sending them sprawling onto their rear ends. Now her path to the quarterback was clear. She continued on into the backfield just as the quarterback was about to throw. A fraction of a second later, she was upon him, striking with such ferocity, that they landed five yards from where she had hit him.

Again, I stood on the sidelines with my mouth agape. The two linemen must have weighed well over two hundred pounds each, yet she had flung them aside as if they had been rag dolls. Their quarterback lay prone on the turf and again, the referee stopped the game. In three plays, she had knocked two of their players out of the game. "My God" I thought to myself, "She's even better on defense." I took advantage of the time out to rush onto the field with water bottles. When I got to Tanya, she still had that look of determination on her face. "How're you doing?" I asked. "Fine!" she chirped. "Well, just try not to kill anyone". With that, we both laughed. I don't think anyone on the other team was laughing.

As their quarterback was carried off the field, the substitute quarterback nervously took the field. He seemed nervous as if he hadn't had much playing time. The whole Altamont team seemed to be a bit shook up and flustered by what was happening. When the quarterback saw Tanya line up opposite to him, he seemed to become even more agitated. He took the ball and backpedaled to pass. Again, Tanya proved unstoppable, exploding through the linemen like a hot knife through butter. As the quarterback saw her dashing straight towards him, he panicked and began to run backwards in an effort to evade her, but it was no use. In a blink of an eye, she was upon him. In his panic, he failed to tuck the ball in as she hit him. The ball went tumbling down the field where one of our players recovered it on their 45 yard line. In three quick plays, she single handedly had stopped their offense in its tracks, sending a clear message to the other team.

Tanya remained out on the turf as the offensive side took the field. She didn't waste any time driving her message home. Taking the first hand off from the quarterback she drove straight ahead. No fancy footwork, no fakes to the side. She plowed straight forward, almost challenging anyone to stop her. Despite their best efforts, she broke free and took it in for a 21-14 lead. Tanya's play had clearly left the opposition dispirited and the momentum had finally swung our way. Not only did she score two more touchdowns, but with Tanya playing defense, the previously vaunted Altamont offense had been shut down, limited to just one first down.

It was a stunning upset. What should have been a tough game had turned into a cakewalk, all because of one sweet girl who looked more like a cheerleader than a football player...a cheerleader who happened to be as strong as a tank. Against one of the top ranked teams in the state, Tanya netted her third 5 touchdown game of the season, along with 3 sacks in her first game on defense. No one would have predicted such a dominating victory.

We were on our way to the State Championship game.

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On Tuesdays, the team usually reviewed the game video from the previous week. I always sat in the back row because I enjoyed hearing the coach's comments to the team. I was daydreaming about Tanya's performance when she walked into the room. She was wearing a tight sweater and a miniskirt that revealed her powerful thighs. My eyes must have been the size of saucers because she giggled as she came over to sit next to me. Johnny Anderson was facing backwards in his seat and playfully held his arm out to block her path. In the blink of an eye, Tanya grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him over the seat back. She then reached over with her other hand, grabbing Tommy's ankle, quickly flipping him upside down. Suddenly, Tanya was dangling a 165 pound boy upside down by his ankle. She held him aloft with one hand with her other hand placed on her hip, as if she were inspecting a fish she had just caught. Johnny was screaming bloody murder, while the surrounding players howled with laughter. Tanya had a fun loving personality and the guys loved having her around because she took their teasing good naturedly. "You gonna behave?" she chided him playfully. "YES!" he laughed out. "I don't believe you" she replied, gently lowering him until his head touched the ground before raising him up again. She was clearly enjoying herself. We were almost in tears when Coach Gibbs walked into the room. Tanya gently lowered Johnny to the ground and everyone made a bee line for their seats.

Tanya came over and sat next to me as the lights were dimmed and the screen lit up. I had developed an immediate hard on while watching her dangle Johnny in one hand with ease. I wouldn't be able to do that with both arms, yet she made it look so easy. Then, they began showing last week's game film with Tanya in action, and I proceeded to get even more turned on. In slow motion, Tanya's strength became even more evident. You could see defenders moving in to tackle her, go limp at the moment of impact, then either fall away or being shoved aside with a stiff arm. In other plays, would be tacklers tried to grab a hold onto her legs, if only for a moment, before the unyielding forward motion of her thighs made it impossible to hang on. In play after play, you could see a trail of fallen players being left in her wake. A big laugh rose up as we watched Tanya shove one of our own players, Billy Talbott, sending him flying through the air and out of camera range. You didn't want to be in her way when she had the ball. On one memorable play, she had a defender on her back, and another player with his arms wrapped around her waist, as she continued forward, carrying and dragging them into the end zone. I was completely mesmerized.

A huge cheer rose up when they showed the hit Tanya took from the Altamont receiver on her first defensive play. In slow motion, you could really see how solid she was. She had been caught off guard and was standing upright as the receiver ran into her at full speed. The images that followed were incredible. At the moment of impact, his head snapped backwards as his body crumpled against hers, while Tanya stood her arrow straight. It looked like one of those car crash tests where they show a vehicle crumple into a solid wall in slow motion. You could see his legs buckle as he went limp, before Tanya wrapped him up and threw him to the ground.

That had everyone in the room cheering. I couldn't help myself anymore. My left hand fell to rest on her powerful thigh. Her hand came down on top of mine and for an instant, I expected her to remove my hand, but she didn't. She left her hand atop mine with her warm thigh below. I heard her let out a little sigh, as I began to stroke her flesh. With my other hand, I reached over and slid it under her sweater. She had nice, firm, round breasts. She let out another sigh, this time a bit louder. I looked around nervously, but everyone was intently watching the video. I slid my left hand deeper between her thighs and she pressed them together. I was amazed how soft yet firm she felt. She slumped in her chair and let her head fall back. It was hard to believe that the same person who was pulverizing entire teams on the screen, could be so submissive at the same time. It was as if she were putty in my hands.

Just then, the video ended and the lights came on. We both straightened up in our chairs, but thankfully, no one was the wiser. She looked at me and gave me a soft smile, and I melted.

Coach Gibbs stood up and announced that Tanya would take Tommy's place at middle linebacker. At 6'4" tall and 224 pounds, Tommy had been our best player before Tanya joined the team. He was also a proud player and the fact that he was losing his spot to a pretty girl who had almost joined the cheerleading squad, may have irked him, but everyone in the room knew that Tanya made our defensive team stronger. Tommy would move over and play right linebacker. We needed all the help we could get against our opponent in the State Championship. Carmel High had won the championship five out of the past six years and their players were routinely signed to play for major college teams. Not only were they undefeated, but they also had a nasty reputation for running up the score against weaker teams.

We left for the state capital the night before the game. Tanya and I had the back row of the bus to ourselves. We talked about the game and how she felt. Most of the others guys were nursing minor injuries, but Tanya somehow never seemed to get hurt. Not only was she as strong as a tank, she seemed to be as impervious as one too. Most of the other players had fallen asleep, so I reached around and wrapped my arm around her. She lowered her head onto my shoulder and sighed "I'm glad you got me on the team". Somewhere along the way, we shared our first kiss.

As game time approached, both teams were on the field getting warmed up. I noticed a group of Carmel players surrounding Tanya as she did her stretching exercises. Obviously, they had heard about our star player and seemed to be intent on rattling her cage or intimidating her. I couldn't hear what they were saying to her, but by their body language, I could tell it probably wasn't pleasant. Tanya ignored them and continued to stretch. I thought about going over to ask if she was ok, but their sheer size and demeanor had me intimidated. I could only hope Tanya was alright. Eventually, they moved off and left her alone. When she returned to the sideline I ran up alongside her. "What was that all about"? She said nothing. She was clearly upset by whatever they had said. I could only hope they hadn't put her off her game.

Carmel chose to receive the kickoff so Tanya would start on defense. Carmel's offensive line was the largest we had faced all year. They averaged 260 pounds, so Tanya wasn't going to be able to have her way with them, or so I thought. On the first play from scrimmage, Tanya lined up immediately across from the quarterback and fixed him with a steady gaze. As soon as the ball was snapped, she ripped into the first lineman she saw, standing him up with a forearm jab. Her forward momentum was such that he toppled backwards forcing her to leap over him just as their quarterback handed off to the fullback. For a second, it appeared that he would get by her, but she reached out with her left arm as he came by. His stomach slammed into her forearm as if he had run into a solid post, lifting his feet off the ground. She then swung her arm forward, slamming him onto his back for a three yard loss.

My jaw dropped open at what I had just witnessed. She had flattened a 260 pound tackle, then stopped their running back with a one armed tackle. Just how strong was she?

They tried to run the next play away from her, but she moved laterally, shoving tacklers aside as she went before bringing down the ball carrier well short of a first down. They called a pass play, but Tanya's instincts were improving. She lined up right on the line of scrimmage alongside our linemen. As the ball was snapped, two of their humongous linemen tried to double team her. Their running back joined in making it a triple team, but it seemed to make no difference. One by one, they were tossed aside like dish towels and with two more steps she reached the quarterback, slamming him to the ground for a 10 yard loss. Just like that, the best offensive team in the state was forced to punt.

It was probably lucky for them that Tanya didn't return punts. She didn't have enough football skills to field punts, but what she lacked in dexterity, she more than made up for in muscle. She made this painfully evident on our first offensive play. Taking the hand off, she plowed straight forward, Even though our linemen hadn't created an opening in their defense, it didn't matter to her. She made an opening herself, plowing into the tangle of players and muscling ahead. Defenders continued to pile up in front of her yet, they couldn't seem to stop her forward momentum. Eventually she shrugged off her last tackler and broke into open field, sprinting into the end zone for an 80 yard touchdown, on the very first play. I was shocked. This was a team that hadn't lost a game all year, and she was making them look inept.

Tanya stayed put as our offense and defense swapped out. As I ran out to her with a water bottle, I could tell she was still upset. "Hey, take it easy. Remember, the defense needs to rest". "I'll handle the defense" she said flatly. She had the sound of a determination in her voice. "Well, try to pace yourself. You still have 55 minutes of football" I said. She finally looked at me and said, "I'm just getting started". With that, she gave me a wink and a slight smiled curled up at the corners of her mouth.

What followed could only be described as a clinic on how to play football. Tanya continued to run with her methodical, straight ahead running attack with seeming impunity. Even though everyone knew she would be carrying the ball, no one seemed to be able to find a way to stop her. She was even more devastating on defense. Tanya almost singlehandedly had shut down their offense. Nothing they tried seemed to work. Triple teaming her and even quadruple teaming her had no effect. No matter which direction they tried to run the ball, Tanya was there to make a tackle or a sack. By the end of the first half we were beating the best team in the state by a 35-0 lead. Tanya had racked up mind boggling numbers. 5 touchdowns and 337 yards rushing. On defense she had 18 tackles, 4 sacks and 2 recovered fumbles, and there were still two quarters to play! Three of the players who had tried to intimidate her were knocked out of the game by her forceful tackles. Whatever
they had said to her, I bet they were regretting it now

During halftime, Tanya asked me to re-tape her fingers. As I was removing the old tape, I couldn't help but notice how feminine and soft her hands were, yet how much damage they were doing out on the field. It was as if she became another person out on the field. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, smiling and chatting. "How are you feeling"? I asked. "I'm fine" she smiled "It's the other team you should worry about".

And she was right. The she started the second half right where she had left off. Scoring a touchdown the first time she carried the ball with an 84 yard run. She seemed to be getting stronger as the game went along. The Carmel players were becoming more and more dejected as their offense couldn't seem to get on track in the face of Tanya's withering defensive pressure. The more disillusioned they became, the harder Tanya seemed to play. She seemed to be scoring at will and there wasn't anything they could do to stop her. By late in the fourth quarter, we were leading 70-0, with Tanya having scored all ten of our touchdowns. Carmel was getting a taste of their own medicine.

With two minutes to go, Tanya sacked their quarterback on fourth down. Tanya stayed on the put as the offensive team took the field. Tanya crouched in her stance behind the quarterback, everyone in the stadium knew who was going to get the ball. As the quarterback took the ball, Tanya darted towards the right sideline before turning back to face him. The defense was momentarily confused, expecting Tanya to plow up the middle. It was a pass play. Before they could react, he made a lateral pass to Tanya along the sideline. A defensive end was upon her immediately and I thought she would be brought down. Instead, she made a quick sidestep while stiff arming him with such force, that he flew into the opposing players standing along the sidelines, sending four or five of them sprawling into a heap. She sidestepped a second defender before charging down the field. Several defenders made lunging tackles, but she easily fended them off and had broken into open
field. She ran down the sideline with players trailing behind her. It appeared she was heading for an easy score when I saw her turn to look behind her.

She was slowing down! Thinking she might be confused, I began yelling "Keep going!" Then it dawned on me. She was giving them another chance to bring her down. The first player to reach her was casually brushed aside with a forearm. Another defender dove at her and she instinctively lowered her head. They met helmet to helmet, and he crumpled to the ground from the impact. Only this time, the impact had knocked her helmet off, and her flowing locks were exposed for all to see. The entire stadium was momentarily stunned by the realization, that a girl had been dominating the game. Tanya looked around in horror, before covering her face with her hands and running off the field.

I chased her down the tunnel and into the locker room. "Tanya wait"! I found her crying on a bench with her face in her hands. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry"! she kept repeating. I tried to reassure her, but she was inconsolable. "I've let everyone down" she cried. They're going to disqualify me and take the championship away". Her eyes were welled up with tears. I was struck by how someone so physically overpowering could still be so vulnerable.

Just then a huge cheer erupted from the stands. I began to head for the door to find out what happened, when the team began pouring in, shouting and cheering. "We won!" they cried. "They ruled Tanya could play!" It seems the original rule was in place to prevent girls from getting hurt, and after meeting with the league commissioner, the referee ruled that Tanya's play had made the rule obsolete. Tanya's final game statistics were proof of that. Ten touchdowns, 717 yards rushing, 9 sacks, 37 tackles and 3 fumble recoveries.

The players were jubilantly throwing each other into the showers, as I went about collecting their gear for the trip home. Suddenly I felt two arms reach around me from behind as I was lifted into the air. I looked behind me to see it was Tanya with a huge smile on her face. She carried me towards the showers, with me struggling against her grip, playfully protesting. She laughed and pushed me into the shower room, instantly drenching me. Just as she released me, she was pushed from behind by her team mates and she felt forward on top of me. "I owe it all to you. You're my hero" she whispered. As the hot water continued to rain down, our lips met for a long and passionate kiss...

[Greatguy87]

its too bad that site is down. All my work was there. sigh. great story though.