jdm022 - Short Stories

[jdm022]

Hi guys,

Like many of you, I've had a ton of encounters and infatuations with athletic and muscular girls in my lifetime.

I thought it would be fun to share these stories with you and also give you an accuracy rating telling you what percentage is true based off of my best memories.

I hope you enjoy them and maybe it promotes you to share a story here as well.

Please try to give your experience a "Truth Rating from 1 - 100%"

Thanks.
 

[jdm022]

Experience 1 - Accuracy Rating = 100%

In sixth grade, our teacher decided to set up brackets and have an arm-wrestling tournament.  I was kind of athletic, I was on the school soccer and also track team.  I was in the “In” crowd.  I knew I wasn’t the strongest kid, but figured I would make it 2 or 3 rounds in.  Anyway, first round, I get pitted against this girl named Kim.  Easy win I was thinking…sweet.  My friend’s kind of laughed and thought it was bull that I got a girl in the first round…note, she was the only girl in the tournament.

Our match comes up and I sit across the table from Kim.  She was about the same height as me with blond hair and blue eyes.  She was wearing an IZOD Polo shirt and as we lock grips her arm obviously is fully exposed and there’s an actual bulge in her arm.  The match starts and she pinned my arm in about two seconds.  It wasn’t just a win…it was complete domination.  My buddies all start laughing and in my immediate embarrassment, I claimed that I wasn’t ready, that she started too soon….that  kind of shit.  So, I win the argument and get a quick rematch.  We lock grips again.  Her arm bulged again, not like there was a huge bicep there, but it was definitely a muscular arm for a 6th grader…guy or girl. 

As the match starts, she quickly thrusts my arm down in one or two seconds, easily dominating me for a second straight time.  Even though I was embarrassed and my friends were laughing, I sensed an immediate attraction to Kim that I had never had before.  I secretly rooted for her to keep winning.  Unfortunately, she faced my buddy Gary next.  She actually gave him a run for his money, but he eventually wore her down and won that match and later won the entire tournament.  Gary was her second round match up, so Kim only beat one guy….me.  I know she would have beaten other friends of mine, but it never happened, so I was the one guy who lost to a girl.  I was kind of infatuated with Kim from then on…and at that age, I didn’t even know why yet.

[jdm022]

Experience 2  -  Accuracy Rating = 98%

In high school I was on the track team and cross-country team.  So, I was really skinny, but at 15 and only a sophomore, I was on varsity, so considered an Athlete by my friends and the school, had the Varsity letterman jacket and all that.  Like I said, I was thin, probably still only 5’4” and 125 pounds back then.  Anyway, my friend down the street had HBO and invited me and another neighbor to come over and watch a movie.  I hadn’t been over to his house in a while, he was one of those kids that was always at everyone else’s house.  We get there and in his kitchen is his 12-year-old little sister.  She had shot up like a weed, the last time I saw her, she was probably 4 or 5 inches shorter….now we looked eye to eye.  On top of that, she looked really athletic now and had these strong looking legs.  There were soccer team pictures of her on the fridge so I was cool to her…unlike her brother who wasn’t, and I asked her about scoring goals, the team, etc.

Her older brother told her to go to her room because the movie was supposed to start and it was PG-13 so she wasn’t “Allowed” to watch it.  She said “OK” but then invited me down to her room to see her LEGO’s.  I was a LEGO geek, and I was surprised that a girl would have LEGO’s, so I said sure.  I told my buddies I’d be back in a minute after I checked out her LEGO set.  Sure enough, she had this little street set up with the gas station, police station, etc.  So we’re both laying on our stomach kind of playing with the set and she randomly looks across and asks, “Do you want to arm wrestle?”  I thought it was a pretty odd and random question but said, “Ok”.  We were already in the right position so we stuck out our arms and locked grips.  She was wearing a little bit of a baggy t-shirt, so I couldn’t see her arm and had no idea what to expect.

I was 15 and about to arm-wrestle my buddies 12-year-old kid sister.  She said go and we both pushed hard.  To my surprise, I couldn’t budge her damn arm.  I pushed and pushed and pushed with no luck.  I was kind of shocked, but after probably close to a minute, she just kind of gave up and let me push her arm to the carpet floor.  “Holy shit!” I said, “You’re pretty strong for a girl.” I complimented her.  So very proudly I recall, she kind of sits up, pulls the shirt sleeve back and flexed her right arm.  It was not just firm muscle; it actually had a little bit of a peak to it.  I was in disbelief and reached out to feel how hard it was.  As I did, she kept flexing and unflexing it proudly showing it off.  I’m sure her brother would never compliment her about anything, but I told her it was awesome.  Something clicked in me and I said we should arm-wrestle left-handed.  Being right-handed, I already knew my left arm was much weaker than my right…but usually other people are too. 

We got in the same positions on the floor and locked grips.  As we said “Go!”  I immediately felt the power of her push.  She seemed just as strong with her left hand as her right.  There was no stale-mate this time and she began to force my arm down.  She got me to about 3 or 4 inches off the carpet and I was able to hold my ground.  This lasted for 10 to 15 seconds before she slowly forced my arm down to the carpet.  She was so stoked a huge grin came across her face.  Instinctively, I complimented her and made her flex her left bicep for me.  It was just as big as the right and I got to feel it too as she showed it off.  I remember making her give me a couple of rematches.  She won both.  I was immediately infatuated with her and made her flex a couple more times for me before I left to go join the guys for the movie.  I would go over to their house more often for obvious reasons and always liked hanging around her.  Fast-forward to just a few years ago, I ran into her while visiting my old home town.  She is married now, a bit over-weight with kids but admitted having a crush on me back in the day.

[jdm022]

Experience 3 - Accuracy Rating 95%

(This story isn’t super short, but I tried to cram some of the elements together to make it shorter….thus the 95% accuracy rating, instead of 100%)

To this day, when talking to life-long friends about past chicks we all dated and what happened to this one or that one; when they mention Kelly, they never say “What ever happened to that Kelly chick?” or “What ever happened to the chick from San Jose?” or “What ever happened to that chick that lived next door to your brother?”….they always ask, “Hey, what ever happened to that Buff Chick you dated?”

My brothers neighbor.  I was 32, she was 29.  Quick background on her, she was a gymnast as a kid and later a sprinter on her high-school track team.  By the way, during this relationship I felt like I was completely out of my league the whole time and lucky as hell….and just wanted to enjoy it in the short time I figured it would last…I was a complete muscle girl addict at this point in life and had all of the Women’s Physique World magazines and often pleasured myself to the likes of girls I knew I would never have.

How did I get to hook up with this muscular girl you may ask…she was recently divorced, hadn’t had sex in 6 months she later told me, was my brother’s next door neighbor….and for some reason, trusted and liked me briefly.  I had always been a skinny guy, about 5’9” 165 pounds, but had been working out 6 days a week for about a year and was up to 178 and in the best shape of my life….I wasn’t super buff, or even strong for a guy working out that much, but I did have visible abs and some muscle….read on….

I can give you all the dating details later, but she was slightly self-conscious about being muscular and mentioned that she thought she might be “too big.”  I completely dissuaded her of that and over our six-month relationship constantly encouraged her to workout and hit PR’s in the gym etc. Kelly was 5’6’ and told me she was 145 pounds.  Shortly after we met when I tried to pick her up in a cradle carry and I damn near dropped her.  Which really meant she was probably 155 pounds…. apparently, all women lie about their weight!

I drove up to visit my brother in San Jose.  He was renting a house and had been there about 6 months.  As I drive up in the driveway, there’s this blond chick with really muscular legs standing on a ladder hanging Christmas lights.  She was at the corner of her roof, which was just a few feet from the far side of my brother’s driveway, where I just parked.  I made some random comment and that I was Mark’s brother.  To my surprise, she climbs down and introduces herself to me.  She was 5’6” tall and was wearing running shorts and a sweatshirt.  Her legs were extremely muscular and she was kind of cute.  We finished our introduction and I went up to my brother’s door and went inside.

Later that night, my brother and a couple of friends were going to go to a bar.  Sure enough, as 5 or 6 of us gathered, his neighbor Kelly walks in.  Now she’s wearing skin tight white jeans, has her hair and make-up done, and is wearing this white, thin long-sleeved blouse.  It covered her up, but was very tight and my muscle radar went off big time as I could see the great shape of her large biceps under the sleeves.  We went to the bar that night, I got shit-tank drunk, started making out with her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much I loved her muscles and that I loved her.  Fucking nuts and normally a sure-fire way to get rejected 99% of the time.  By the way, I was so drunk, I don’t remember that part, my brother and a friend had to tell me the story the next day.  Anyway, probably because she was friends with my brother and knew I was drunk, she was ok with it and invited me to stay at her house that night.  Unfortunately, I passed out….so…no sex, but it was amazing waking up next to her.  I started the morning by offering her a back rub.  I immediately moved to kind of massaging her shoulders and bicep and she then started acting like she was stretching as she began flexing her legs and quad muscles.  I thought things were about to get going when the damn doorbell rang.  We quickly dressed and it was my brother wanting to take us to breakfast.  That ruined my opportunity and Kelly was meeting her mom later for stuff….so nothing happened.   

It was my brother’s friend’s birthday the next weekend and as I was leaving, Kelly asked if I would be coming back up, (6-hour drive) for it.  I said “Yes” of course knowing Kelly would be there.

I came up the next weekend and stayed at Kelly’s and we hooked up.  At lunch on Saturday some woman came up and complimented Kelly on her fit legs and asked for workout advice.  BTW, this happened all the time during the time we dated.  Kelly then made some dumb comment to me about her being too muscular.  I crushed that thought and told her that her legs were perfect and that I loved the fact that she “Had a little muscle.”…which the word “Little” was kind of a joke, while dating Kelly, I took her to a party down where I lived in LA and friends came up and told me that my girlfriend was, “Fucking Jacked!”  They we’re probably also in disbelief that this regular looking guy was dating a really buff girl…they all assumed…and I would have too, that she would be dating some buff work-out guy.  I tried to lift her up in a cradle carry one time early on and barely got her up in front of me before I realized she was too heavy and had to put her back down immediately, before I dropped her.  I casually asked her how much she weighed.  I could tell she didn’t want to answer…like most women, but she did and told me she weighed about 145.  As you all know….all women lie about weight, which meant she was probably 150 or 155.

Over the next four months, I would fly or drive up to San Jose from LA to be with Kelly.  Sometimes we would go next door and hang out a bit with my brother…sometimes we wouldn’t at all.  She was a Junior College teacher and had Friday’s off, so I would fly in Thursday night, spend all weekend with her, and fly back to LA early Monday morning.  I had encouraged her at every point possible, without sounding like a total schmoe to workout and put on a little more muscle.  Mostly I would do that by massaging her all the time, complimenting her and then asking about her hitting Personal Best lifts at the gym that week.  At about that four-month mark, she was lying face down on the bed and I was massaging her back.  She was firm of course, and as I was working on a knot that was bothering her, by her shoulder blade, she kind of moved both shoulders back and up at the same time.  Bumps of bulging muscle literally jumped out everywhere across her back.  I was fucking shocked.  It was awesome, and without telling her why, I kept having her purposely move her shoulders up and back so I could, “Get at the knot.”

Kelly was obviously a mesomorph body type and her working out definitely had her putting on muscle.  As I mentioned before, she was 5’6” and probably 155 pounds of solid muscle.  I was 5’9” and 178 so I was fit and in-shape, but I did not look anywhere as muscular as she did.  At one point that weekend, we were driving around, she looked at me and said, “You’re Perfect.”  I couldn’t believe that this cute, muscular chick was that in to me, but like I said, she was recently divorced and I probably seemed like a great guy compared to her ex.

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Experience 3 (Continued)

Anyway, on the way home to LA that weekend I made a decision that would ultimately end our relationship.  I knew it was going to be 3 weeks until we saw each other again because she had something going on the next weekend and I had something planned in San Diego the week after that.  While I was still encouraging her over the phone all the time to keep up the workouts, keep hitting PR’s in the gym and telling her how gorgeous she and her body were…..I quit working out with weights, started doing cardio twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening and drastically cut my calorie intake.  I lost 10 pounds of muscle in three weeks and weighed 168 when I went back up to visit.

Normally when I arrived, Kelly would meet me in her Honda at the curb outside of Baggage Claim but this time, she was really excited to see me and was waiting at the base of the escalator in Baggage Claim.  She was wearing a black “Summer Dress” that hung from her obviously buff shoulders, covering her small breasts down to about mid-thigh.  I hadn’t seen her in three weeks and she had doubled down on her workouts.  I obviously complimented her on how amazing she looked and she let me know she was now swimming in the mornings and hitting the gym after work.  She was definitely more buff and had probably put on another couple pounds of muscle.  I was legitimately shocked at how amazing she looked and felt like every guy in the airport had to be jealous of me.

While we were eating lunch, the odd thing I noticed, even though her shoulders and biceps looked bigger and more defined than ever, was our wrists and forearms.  For the first time, I noticed that her wrists and especially forearms were larger than mine.  It seems like that would be a weird thing to turn a guy on, but to this day, it still gets me going just thinking about it and writing it here.  As she grabbed her fork, jabbed another piece of food and twisted her hand, moving the food into her mouth, I found myself mesmerized by her thick muscular wrist and forearm!  One of the waitresses, who wasn’t even our server in the restaurant came over just to compliment Kelly on her arms.  Kelly was used to it, took it in stride and thanked her.  Kelly then told me a quick story about someone who had asked her recently if she was doing steroids.  I asked her what she said and Kelly replied…and I remember this word for word to this day…”No, but thanks for asking.”  Meaning, Kelly wasn’t offended by being accused of doing steroids and actually took it as a compliment that someone thought that she was so buff, she had to be doing them.  This should now give you guys all a visual of the muscular girl I was briefly lucky enough to call my girlfriend.

Anyway, we got to her house and had a few glasses of wine and got a little drunk.  As we were walking back to her bedroom, in the middle of her living room, I swooped behind her to pick her up in a cradle carry.  Her legs and torso were thick with muscle and as I tried to lift her, my arms couldn’t come close to lifting her weight.  I simply succeeded in lifting her halfway off the ground and then crashing us both into the floor.  She obviously wasn’t impressed with my lack of strength there and I specifically remember her telling me she was “Too Heavy.”   

We were a little boring in the sack and had pretty normal sex, I was usually on top, or liked to do her doggie style.  Later, we watched a movie and I gave her the standard massage as she fell asleep.  The next morning, we were randomly in her bathroom standing next to each other.  I was brushing my teeth while she was doing something with her hair and she said, “What happened to your arm?  It looks so skinny.”  As I looked at us in the mirror, it was obvious that my now thinner arm was definitely thinner than her buff arm!  Funny that we had met at the airport, ate, came home, had sex twice, watched a movie and she hadn’t noticed or said a thing about my weight loss….but now she noticed and asked.  I remember telling her I had been really sick for a couple of weeks and lost some weight.  She seemed really concerned and asked If I was better and how much weight I had lost.  I then made probably a fatal flaw and said I didn’t know and stepped on the scale she had in the bathroom.  It bounced around and eventually stopped on 168 pounds.  Her jaw dropped to the floor and she asked, “You only weigh 168 pounds?  How much weight did you lose?”  I told her I didn’t know but probably about 8 or 10 pounds.  I distinctly remember the look of shock on her face at that moment.  At that point I realized that I had rudely asked her about her weigh right after we first met, but she had never asked me…she probably assumed I was 185 pounds or so….I was in pretty good shape at the time and might have looked buffer or heavier than I actually was.

I knew she probably weighed close to 160 pounds and I tried to get her to step on the scale but she said she wouldn’t do it.  For some reason I thought I could simply force her on to the scale.  As I grabbed her around her thick arms and torso and tried to duck-walk her onto the scale.  She was freakishly strong and easily broke free of my grip, kind of pushed me away and said “I am NOT getting on there.”  I quickly realized how strong she was and that I was not going to be able to physically force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.  Whatever she weighed…and to this day, I still don’t know, our closeness in weight and strength must have kind of freaked her out, I remember the rest of the weekend which was still fun, she was kind of quiet and a little more reserved than ever.

Monday night after I got home I gave Kelly a call.  It went to her voice mail and she didn’t call me back that night.  That had happened maybe once in the whole time we were dating so I knew she was still a bit freaked out and trying to figure things out.  Knowing she was still going to be my brother’s neighbor, and possibly see me again, she blamed herself and said she still cared for me, but just didn’t feel the spark anymore.  I told her I cared about her too, but respected her decision.

It was amazing to date such a muscular girl, but in the end, my stupid desire to have her be just a touch stronger than me ruined it.  It freaked her out that her arm was bigger than mine and at that moment she kind of checked-out on us.  I did find out from my brother a couple months later that she was dating a new guy she met at work….so maybe she just hated our long distance relationship…but I doubt it.

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I'll chip in.

Accuracy rating 99 (Just because my memory isn't great. Lol)

Back in college I had a short relationship with this girl who was roommates with a friend of mine. One day around New Year we're chilling and watching some boring movie neither of us are into. Out of the blue she asks if I made any resolutions and I tell her I planned to go to the gym like everyone else (I did not hold to this). She told me that was cool and she wanted to also.

That caught my attention because she was not athletic at all. She was short and kind of chubby, but cute. Out of the blue, without any prompt from me or knowing about my "preferences" she says she's always thought about bodybuilding but has never committed to it. My mind was blown. She said we should go work out together and "Both get jacked as shit." We never did. We only dated for 2 or 3 months.

Anyway, now it's been about 10 years and I recently found her on Insta****. She got swept up in the Crossfit movement and has definitely followed through on getting "jacked as shit." I'm pretty strong for a guy that doesn't lift often, but she occasionally shares clips of herself easily handling weight that's way out of my range, even though she's about a foot shorter.

[jdm022]

That's awesome quickfireTPCS!

You should hit her up...ha ha

ya, I did crossfit for a while and switched gyms 3 times.  Seemed like every gym had a couple of shorter, stocky, JACKED chicks that could lift a shit ton of weight.

They were the chicks that were probably a little plump in high-school....but now with muscle, they were considered some of the hottest chicks in the gym.

 

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Lol.  Happily married over here.  Relationship didn't work for plenty of other reasons.  Lol.

That's awesome quickfireTPCS!

You should hit her up...ha ha

ya, I did crossfit for a while and switched gyms 3 times.  Seemed like every gym had a couple of shorter, stocky, JACKED chicks that could lift a shit ton of weight.

They were the chicks that were probably a little plump in high-school....but now with muscle, they were considered some of the hottest chicks in the gym.