Spartan Chronicles

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Strong Teammate
by: Rebecca Lawe

Part 1 – Welcome to the Team

When Jessa asked if she could join the team, I thought she was the hottest woman I had ever seen in my life.  This put me in quite a conundrum as I also didn't think she was a good fit for the team. I was torn between the idea of getting to spend time with her and getting to know her through workouts and practices, versus the team not performing as well as it had when Annie was on the team.  Annie was a force of nature and pushed all of us to be better with her bubbly personality.   She was starting a family and moving into a new house, so she said she was going to take a break from Spartan Races. 

Spartan Races are a combination of running and clearing obstacles.  You can do them individually and as a team.  Annie and Karen, the two female members (well former members for Annie) were two of the best female individuals in the state, and our four person two man and two woman team had been second in the state for two years running.  I am Robert, Bobby to my friends.  I had been a football player at a Division 2 College.  Sometimes I wondered why I had worked so hard and strained so hard for Division 2 ball, but bottom line was I loved the challenge and the work.  I am a true workout warrior.  When I had finished my eligibility I needed a new challenge.  I tried crossfit first and then got into Spartan kind of by accident.  I was a natural for the power aspects of the challenges with my size, but I had to really up my stamina and transform my body from the bulky 300 pound football player to the more lanky 240 pound athlete that could run a half marathon at a good clip now. I was still working at increasing my stamina while keeping the power.   

The two males on the team, me and Jonesy were the weaker links compared to the amazing two women athletes.   But I am proud of how far I had come and that in Spartan circles people knew who I am when I enter a room.  Karen was obsessed with being number 1 and was being, well being a Karen, about the new member of the team.  Karen was a fitness instructor at a crossfit gym and looked the part.  She was tall, broad shoulder and looked like she was ready to play inside linebacker.  She was also way hot with blonde hair and attractive almost model level features.  As a full time fitness instructor she could basically work out all day long and her fitness seemed to have no bounds.  She could probably be a top level runner if she trained for it but had bulked up to 160 pound range to do the lifting and obstacles of Spartan and could still run all day.  She was always the one pushing the team to work harder in workouts as she seemed to never tire. 

Right now she was staring at Jessa.  Jessa was not the normal type of Spartan girl.  She was about 5'4" and lean with a shapely, busty figure.  Her chestnut hair was in a ponytail behind her as she stood there staring back with intensity at Karen.  She certainly looked fit and well toned but to complete the Atlas Carry or the Hercules Hoist?  I wasn't so sure, but wow was she pretty, and hot, and I felt this need to give her a chance. 

Before I could advocate for her, Jessa cut in.  "You run way more than the total time you do obstacles in the race and I can run past the Flash," she said with a confident ease that made her even more attractive.  "And don't worry about me, when we carry the log I won't be the one slowing us down."  Her eyes stared daggers at Karen and I was not fully sure why I found it so hot. 

Eventually, they made a compromise of a sort of tryout.  There was a 10 K trail run that weekend.  No obstacles just a rugged trail.  They would check out her running claims then and move forward from there.  Karen's attitude seemed to think the trail race would be the end of it.  I stared at Jessa and hoped it wasn't.

On the day of the race, I got there and went through my normal routine but was also keeping an eye out for Jessa.  Even among this crowd of elite athletes she stood out when I spotted her.  Still doing my stretching and body prep I moved over to her and asked if she needed anything.

"Thanks Bobby, I got this."  Gawd that smile could melt an iceberg.  Maybe she was the cause of global warming.  "Good luck out there, just follow me and you'll do fine," she said and winked giving me a little pat on the bottom. 

Her smile was amazing and the confidence just wafted off of her strong enough to feel.  I sure was plenty motivated when we all lined up.  Karen was there of course, she was the favorite among the women to win this one.  There were a few runners that might make it close so she was in her gameday don't talk to me mode, so we ignored her.  Jessa and I smiled at each other and rolled our eyes at her behavior.  The fourth member Jonesy was unable to make it at the end so it was just the three team members representing today. 

As they all lined up, Jessa gave me that million watt smile again and winked and made a motion of follow me with her head as her ponytail bobbed.  The gun rang out and we all took off.  Karen, as was her normal plan, took off like a shot and was out with the male leaders at the start.  Jessa ran like an experienced runner and her legs had a gorgeous tone and musculature to them.   Even in the tight sports bra her chest was too large not to show a nice bounce. I ran hard and was feeling really good and motivated and pumped hard and soon went past her up the first hill. 

About three kilometers in we hit an extreme grade.  It was such a pronounced hill it was requiring nearly a bear crawl to get up.  I was out near the front when I saw Jessa's small frame shoot by me like a shot.  Even with the focus of the race it was hard not to watch her muscled legs and butt, specially her butt, work.  It was one of those hugely muscled bottoms that women somehow figured out how to create.  It stood way out and looked like two giant muscles fighting each other as they alternated and powered her up the hill and out of view in a shot.  Holy crap, where did all that muscle size come from!  I actually gasped and scrambled hard but still could not see her when I got over the ridge and ran more level again.  I even looked side to side not believing someone could get out of view so fast. 

I got myself under control and fired up I felt on fire and really ran the crap out of that course.  As I got near the end I was really pumping it.  I even saw Karen up ahead of me as I ran.  This was a surprise as she was normally out of sight even in a race of this length.  I also saw one other woman between me and Karen but it wasn't Jessa.  It was a European woman I knew was named Nikola.  If I was up there with Karen and Nikola, I knew I must be really flying.  I pumped and tried to make the long, muscled legs of Nikola my goal.  I almost got her too, but she finished about two paces ahead of me.  As I came to the finish line I saw the time on the big clock over the finish line and could not believe it.  My final time was 55:14 seconds, good for 8th place among the 72 men in the race.  Nikola had finished at 55:12 just ahead of me, getting 3rd among the 60 women.  Third?  So that meant...

As I cooled down and shook out my body I tried to see the results and where Jessa was.  I saw Karen had finished at 54:38, 2nd among women and my heart leapt.  There at the top of the board was Jessa Porter, 42:55.  It was nearly three minutes ahead of the first man to complete the race!  Holy shit. I kept looking and saw Jessa talking to some people, probably reporters and well wishers.  She saw me and gave the thumbs up.   She looked fresh and ready to go again, well she had already been there over 12 minutes ahead of me. 

Karen seemed almost mad to be beaten that badly as she turned to me.  "I swear she was a fucking blur going past me.  Never seen anything like it."  Gracefully, she congratulated Jessa and said welcome to the team and when we would meet for practice.  Jessa whooped and jumped in to me with a hug.  The force of the lunge and the surprise forced me, me the former offensive lineman, to go back a couple paces like she was a charging end.  But I held on tight enjoying it immensely.  Emboldened, I asked her if she'd like to go for a drink to celebrate and she agreed.   Karen said she had things to do, but we just thought she was pissed and laughed.  It felt nice like we were already sharing things. 

I took her to my normal spot, a dive but a nice one.  As I walked in the bartender, Eddie took one look at Jessa and said, "Wow, how much did you pay for this one, Bobby.  Are you being kidnapped Miss?" 

Jessa laughed and patted me on the shoulder reassuringly.  "If I blink my eyes twice like this it means call the police," she said to Eddie and I actually heard him gasp when she looked at him with that smile of smiles. 

Eddie laughed, "Oh I like her, the first one is on me."  Wow, Eddie never volunteered drinks so easily, Jessa really had an effect on people. 

As we drank a few beers Jessa told me she had been a cheerleader in school and never played sports and always felt she had missed out.  So now she was making up for lost time.  I could not believe it.  A cheerleader just beat every man in that trail race?  And was in front of Karen by over 11 minutes!  Wow.  I told my body to stop it and remain calm but it was sort of hard as I watched her and the casual way she moved still showed such tone and beauty all over.  Well, I was sort of hard.

At the end she put her arm up on the table and joked she would armwrestle me for the check.  I smiled but actually felt worried she was serious.  She kept goading me and wiggling her fingers so I put my arm to hers and though hers looked toned and tight, mine dwarfed it by a wide margin.  We grasped hands and I found the contact electric as she whispered "GO"in a way that made me go from slightly excited to way hard.  I tried to forget that by straining hard and letting me take my mind off it by being physical.  Her arm bunched and slowed me and I had to fight it every inch of thew way down.  Again the difference between her slim, toned arm and the engaged arm was something spectacular.  Her face turned red and her arm shook but she wouldn't give up.  Damn she was a warrior!  I was straining and working way more than I had figured I would need to and in the end I even twisted my wrist in to finally finish her off and to the table.  I tried not to gasp too obviously. 

Jessa laughed and smiled and said she had this.  I objected and said we were just playing but she said no problem she was celebrating anyway.  She stared me in the eye and told me, "but one day I will get you in the rematch."  Her eyes sparkled and just as I thought I had my body under control I was all excited again.  I sat there to hide my erection while she went and paid and bantered with Eddie , who seemed to be enjoying it immensely.  Not that I would blame him. Finally, I calmed down and I was trying to think how to ask her out again when she reminded me she would see me at practice and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  That's right!  I'd get to see her a lot.  Well damn!

I thought about Jessa a lot the next few days.  I wasn't sure if she thought of me as anything but a teammate.  So I decided to be a great teammate.  And charming.  Let's not forget charming.  When I got to the team meeting a few days later I was the last to arrive.  I had to stifle a gasp as I saw Jessa in a red cut off top showing a toned stomach and her prominent chest.  She had her hair back in almost cornrows.  It must have taken a long time to do that but wow.  As I entered I saw Jonesy was congratulating her on the race.  Jonesy was a great athlete.  He was not as big as me, but strong and a good runner.  He was also a dog, with a new girl every time I checked.  I strangely felt like I needed to get in there and protect Jessa.  Anyway, I thought, I don't think he ever got 8th in the 10k so maybe it is a new day for Bobby.  As Jessa saw me she gave me that smile that melted me and made me feel like I could lift the earth off its axis if she asked. 

Karen was all business.   She did say that Jessa could sure run but he look on her face you just knew a "but" was coming.  And if she could keep up or at least complete all the obstacles she could add something to the team.  That was quite an admission from her and we all looked surprised.  So let's see what she can do she said and she went out and showed she had some of the obstacles set up in the crossfit gym.  Jonesy laughed when he saw them,  "What no Hoist over in the corner?" he asked facetiously. 

"We need to see if she can do this.  We can't spend a year or two training her."  I hated it but Karen was right. 

Jessa only smiled.  And soon we saw why.

On the spear throw she never missed.  I actually said it out loud after her like 5th  or 6th attempt, "never freaking missed," as every attempt of her throwing the long spear from the 25 foot mark.  Her throws were straight and true and sunk deep into the wooden target.  I found I couldn't help but watch the way her shoulders bunched and how her legs took root and she slammed out the thing so well.  I was almost envious at her technique and how deeply the spears stuck in leaving no doubt she had hit the target. 

Over the little multi-rig course Karen had set up, Jessa flew threw it like she had been born on one of these things.  Even with her shorter height she had no problems traversing from obstacle to obstacle.  She moved from ring to the rope to the bar with ease and was soon giving us all tips on how to find the path to go through.  Even Karen seemed to take her advice and listen to her suggestions she was so obviously well skilled at this one. 

On the pure strength obstacles she struggled a little more but she had the will of elephant, or something that has a strong will.  She just refused to give up.  On the plate drag Jessa lined up and grabbed the rope and at first everyone thought she wasn't going to get the 105 pound plate to move.  I even saw Karen give a little smile.  I shouted encouragement to her and she flashed a thumbs up.  And then Jessa dug in and her back erupted into a level of muscle that surprised everyone, and she bulled the plate the required distance.  On her second and third attempts we all swore she did it even faster, just showing more her incredible levels of endurance.  As everyone else tired, she seemed to only be growing.  In fact on her last attempt, Jessa took the rope for the men's 150 pound sled instead.  It was no speed record, but she pulled and muscled the thing in and I thought I could see that both Jonesy and Karen were a bit stunned, or maybe excited by that. 

Karen ended the night doing the Atlas carry.  I hated carrying the 100 pound ball around as it really taxed my stamina.  To have it be the last exercise of the night was just torture.  I lined up with Jessa as she took the 75 pound women's ball.  It again looked at first like she was not going to be able to even get it off the ground.  I almost stood back and just cheered for her but Karen yelling got me going to complete my own task and get the ball to the other side.  Then, behind me I heard a huge grunt – a hot female grunt.  I heaved down the path and as I neared the pedestal Jessa passed me by.  I had to let the ball down at the base of the pedestal, and then muscle it up to the top.  When I completed it Jessa was already done and smiling at me. 

Oh shit I thought as I had to concentrate not to get excited all over again.  She was amazing!  We did some more runs, two at a time as there was only one men's and one women's balls to use.  I managed to get there ahead of her on the next one, but by the third her stamina had kicked in and she was well out front.  Everyone was in awe and Karen only could shake her head and say, Damn girl, you not only should be on this team you are going to be its star."  I had to cover my open mouth at that comment.  Who was that and what had she done with Karen?  I guess a body her size muscling that equipment around was awe inspiring even to her. 

As everyone toweled off and took in some water, Jessa smiled and went over and grabbed the men's heavier ball.  She growled like she was angry at the 100 pound cannonball but she got it up, proceeded to the pedestal at a slow but steady pace.  When she got there she had to let the ball down and regrip.  I started to move over to her but she shook her head no and again was one of those immense grunts that echoed in the room.  Intense but somehow so feminine as well.  She edged the ball up her torso, lucky ball I thought to myself.  She went to her toes and thrust it up into place.  As she spun and lifted her hands like a magician going tada we all clapped.  Even Karen, though her expression was still some sort of combination of impressed and pissed. 

"Welcome to the team, I told her gleefully as Jessa hugged me warmly.  As the amazing hug of the fit woman made my body react again, I wondered what I could google to find out how not to get so excited every time she touched me. 

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[Wookey]

Great start. Love to see the next chapter be about their emotional development as a couple K++

[sgsg69]

Wow, what a great intro, there is so much more to learn about Jessa, thanks for sharing......can't wait for the next chapter!! K++ to you

[jhunter]

I wonder how this story will proceed, as often the male teammates will grow intimidated and aggressive towards females when they grow too strong. Not bad sp far though, good flow.