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 woefully 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?