THE MISUNDERSTANDING
by Tim - Written For DTM / Amy's Conquest



(A misunderstanding leads college student Ben to be taken as gay, giving him
up close and personal access to some beautifuly buff young girls from his
schools fashion club, each of them capable of crushing him to pieces if they
found out the truth)

It's uncomfortable to breathe, and damn it hurts to laugh, not that anything's
funny just about now anyway. I'm in a bit of a bind and I think my situation
might get worse before it gets better. It's probably my fault, for delaying I
mean, not for starting it. I let this misunderstanding go just about a week
too long. I was having a little too much fun to put an end to it. But it's
their fault anyway. You see I never told anybody I was gay. I never even
hinted at it. If I made a mistake it was thinking that their little assumption
might be the best thing that had ever happened to me. Instead, I'm in this
pickle. I should probably start from the beginning. It's a pretty good story
really.

**********

It was a Tuesday... no wait a Wednesday and I was sitting in Suzy's office in
the student center while she looked over my application to join the club. I
was sure she'd already perused it. I really wanted to join this club and she
held my fate in her hands, but even with all that pressure, I couldn't keep my
eyes off her calves. She sat across from me with her right leg crossed over
her left, idly flicking her shoe while chewing on the head of the pen that she
rolled between her slender fingers. She must be a runner or something I
thought to myself as I waited for Suzy to speak. Those calves were too thick
and defined to just be natural. She had to do something to form them up and
build them. I saw the lower end of her thighs. Her quads were separated and
supple at the same time. I couldn't see too far up her legs. My imagination
tried to fill in the smoothly muscled secrets that were hiding under her
little black miniskirt. I've always loved a woman who worked hard on her body
and wasn't afraid to show it. Confidence is so sexy, and Suzy had that in
spades. (For good reason I'd find out later.)

She glanced up at me and my breath caught as I raised my eyes to meet hers.
Damn she has nice eyes, deep and dark like dark chocolate candy, and I bet she
tasted just as sweet. She went back to reading and I let my gaze drift back
towards those wonderful legs. Her rapidly flexing and relaxing muscles were
hypnotic. I forced my eyes upward to look at her pretty face. I had an itch to
compliment her legs, but instead I complimented her blouse. I mean that's what
it was all about anyway, wasn't it?

"Oh thanks, Ben. That means a lot coming from you", she said quickly and
flashed me a smile. "Brie designed this. She's really really good. You two
have a similar style, beautifully understated and elegant."

"Thanks", I said with a sideways grin.

"It says here that you were the president of the fashion club at your junior
college, and that you were actually featured in local magazines. So now you
want to join our little design club?", she asked, finally getting down to
business.

"Little? You're being too modest. Come on you've sent girls straight to New
York fashion houses four out of the last five years and to Paris and Milan
before that. You guys are the best young designers around. That's why I've
wanted to come to this university for so long. I was so bummed when I got
waitlisted out of high school, but I bided my time in junior college until I
finally got in here. The first thing I did was put in my application to this
club. I haven't even set up my classes yet!" Suzy looked at me quickly while I
spoke. I could see that flattery was getting me everywhere so I kept it up. I
could feel that I was just minutes away from being accepted into the most
exclusive club on campus.

"When did you realize that you wanted to design and make beautiful outfits?",
she asked while flashing those big brown eyes through her lashes and rolling
that pen around deftly.

"I always liked my Mom's Vogue more than my Dad's SI. I used to sew designs on
my Mom's clothes and add accents to the pillowcases and tablecloths and stuff
all the time. But I didn't really get serious at designing until freshman year
in high school. My next door neighbor was a cheerleader and the uniform had to
be the ugliest thing you'd ever seen. So I sat down one afternoon and drew a
design that was so much better. It only took me a couple of days to make one
for her. She loved it and showed all the other girls. They showed the
cheerleading coach who showed the principle and they let me do the entire
squad..." I stopped and laughed. "Let me do their uniforms I mean for football
and different ones for basketball cheerleading. It didn't stop with uniforms.
I got to be really good friends with the cheerleaders and made other outfits
for them too. Of course they told all of their other friends. Before long lots
of girls came to me to make clothes just for them, to design something that
made them feel cool and beautiful. And more than a few guys", I added with a
whisper and a chuckle. "It was so rewarding for me. Like a drug. I love the
look on people's faces when they try on their new clothes and look amazing. I
just keep trying to get better and better."

"I bet you had some peer pressure from the other guys in school", she said,
testing me.

"Nah, it wasn't too bad believe it or not. I might have been the butt of a
couple of jokes but when you have an army of appreciative young ladies around
you all the guys back off."

"I bet those girls would have wiped the floor with those guys for you. It's so
great that there was at least one guy in school who those girls could trust.
You know, a guy who wasn't just hanging around them trying to get in their
panties", Suzy said and my ears perked up. She sat forward in the seat and her
face took on a serious countenance.

"I mean it's so hard to let your guard down around guys at that age, but I bet
those girls trusted you completely. You're a hell of a designer and you seem
like a great guy too. I'm sure those girls felt completely safe around you
Ben."

Now my ears were burning. Safe? I'd lost my virginity to that girl next door.
And I'd slept with five other cheerleaders before my high school days were
done, not because I was a stud necessarily, but because I spent more time with
hot girls than anybody other than the hot girls themselves. I mean is there a
better way to be around lots and lots of women than to be good at making them
look amazing? Don't think too hard because there isn't. I cleared my throat to
clarify this for Suzy, but she'd moved on. She started monologuing about
open-mindedness and how there should be equal rights for all partners and how
some people thought like cavemen. "You involved with anybody right now?", she
asked suddenly.

"Umm, not right now", I answered truthfully and didn't get another word out
before Suzy said, "I have a bunch of friends who would just love you. You
should meet Rodney! He's the most amazing guy and he'd love you to pieces",
she gushed. I was speechless. I made my grimace look like a smile and kept my
demeanor natural while she went on and on until she stood up from her chair,
straightened the hem of her very short skirt and said the magic words,
"Welcome to the club Ben."

I almost did cartwheels.

"You're number five including me. We design the hottest clothes and don't take
shit off of anybody", she told me in a tone that made my blood turn a couple
of degrees cooler. "We make the best designers because we train our entire
beings. Don't be intimidated or overwhelmed. We'll ease you in. Come on let's
go meet the club."

She led me out of her office and down some stairs to the basement. Her
stiletto heels clicked against the steps as she led me down. The basement was
subdivided into several areas. Half of them were taken up by the design club
and it seemed that the rest of the clubs had no problems with their own
cramped quarters. I didn't think anything about that at the time. I was just
so happy to be a member of the club that I didn't even give a thought to the
fact that the club's president thought I was gay. I didn't give a crap if the
whole club thought I was gay, that is until I met the club. "Girls, this is
our newest member Ben", Suzy announced as she turned the corner.

Three young women stood looking at me, the only man in the room, like a
foreign invader, while I stood looking at them trying my best to keep the lust
off my face. Suzy introduced me to them one at a time. There was a blonde in
the corner of the room wearing a tight pink tube top that was so stuffed with
breast meat that she looked like bratwurst about to explode. Her name was
Mavis, an old family name apparently, and I think I remember her telling me
hello, but not much else.

Then there was a tall girl with a pixie haircut standing near her. She wore
white and blue jogging shorts with a skin tight UnderArmour top. She had the
body of a thoroughbred with sleek muscles tightly coiled over every inch of
her long frame. My body instantly went into lust mode until I remembered that
I was supposed to be gay. I don't remember Brie saying hello. She looked down
her nose at me and crossed her arm across her chest. I quickly looked away
towards the third girl.

Irina was sort of short, with big bright eyes, set on her heart shaped face. I
couldn't see her body much under the loose dark plastic bag like outfit she
had on, but her face was more than enough to pique my interest. She had a
dimple in her chin and a smile so dazzling it might drown out the sun. "It's
very nice to meet you, Ben", she said to me in the cutest Eastern European
accent I'd ever heard.

"Oh where are you from, Irina? I love that accent."

She giggled and looked down before batting her lashes and looking back up to
my face and answering, "I'm originally from Lviv in Ukraine, but I have been
in the States for a long time."

I smiled and stared into those big eyes. "Thankfully not long enough to lose
that accent", I said. She held my hand a second or two longer than she
probably needed to. I tried to make a bit of small talk, but not for long. I
had to meet with my advisor. Suzy was nice enough to show me the way out and
even point me towards the building where my advisor's office was located.

"Wow did you see him?", Irina swooned. "I think he's my next ex-boyfriend",
she exclaimed.

"Oh no, not if I get to him first", Mavis said and spun, allowing her long
loosely curled blonde hair to sweep across her back like a cape.

Irina forced her pretty face into a frown. "I will break you", she warned
Mavis in her best Ivan Drago impression, which was pretty good since the
accent came naturally. Brie laughed.

"I'd crush you with these", Mavis shot back and put her hands under her
bountiful boobs. "I don't care how strong you are", she said with a big smile.

Irina opened her mouth to fire back when Suzy came strutting back in, her
heels clicking sexily against the floor. "I'd save your efforts girls. Ben is
a sexy guy who's in the market for another sexy guy."

"Awww! Are you sure?"

"Yep, we talked about it in my office before I accepted him."

"Why are all the good ones either taken or gay?", Mavis asked and threw up her
hands.

"Fate", Suzy said.

"Bad luck", Mavis said with a huff. "He looked like he'd been good in the sack
and when we were finished and sweaty he could sew me an amazing swimsuit. What
a waste."

"My thoughts exactly", Suzy said with a shrug. "But he seems like a great guy
anyway. And I love his style. Too bad he's gay."

"We'll see", Irina said turned away.

The next day was busy. Between finding classrooms, professors, and settling
into my dorm room I was swamped. I didn't even get a chance to go to the
design club room at the student center, but I did call Suzy and she was really
nice about it. I was grateful because I had to hang my design board on the
wall and then set up an area for fabric cutting and for my sewing machine. I
didn't have a roommate yet, or a television. I hoped I wouldn't get either.
Tv's were distracting and so were roommates. Of course I wasn't that lucky.

The next day I was in the basement getting my first Design Club assignment.
The beautifully tall and exotic Brie, who hardly strung two sentences together
when speaking to me, ordered me to take measurements for the outfits she was
making. Girl after girl came in while I professionally took down their
numbers. Some of them were pretty darn hot, but I was able to keep all that
off my face. Mavis, and her massive gravity defying breasts, was working on
her own projects, but I could tell she was keeping at least one eye on me
while I worked. I guess I was doing such a good job that she also tasked me
with taking measurements for her. A couple more ladies came in to get measured
and then I got my first real challenge... a guy.

Now normally that wouldn't have been a problem at all, but this guy was a male
model for a local department store, handsome in a pale Twilight sort of way,
and also quite gay. I couldn't fake my way through this one. Mavis and Brie
glanced in my direction seeing how I would react. Suzy even came down from her
office after getting a head's up from Mavis about my newest measurement
subject. She didn't come all the way in, but stayed at the doorway seeing if I
might be able to snag a date.

"Fuck", I said under my breath as the model came closer. I'm gonna have to
flirt. How the hell do you flirt with a guy, I asked myself but didn't get an
answer from my id. I figured I'd have to pretend that he was a she. Wouldn't
you know it? It worked. We made eyes and small talk with each other. I tossed
a couple of slightly suggestive questions his way and he tossed a couple back
my way. In a strange way I was actually a little flattered that this guy who
obviously got his share of interest was even giving me the time of day. It
must have been a testament to my flirting skills.

"I might have to come get measured for another suit for another shoot", the
model told me and I made myself blush. "Oh, I'll keep my tape measure handy
just for you", I replied and fought back the bile. He smiled and started
walking towards the elevator. I followed him with my eyes because I knew the
other members would want me to, and then I saw her.

Irina walked into the club area like a cool breeze on a summer's day. It was
as if I'd seen her for the first time and my body could hardly stand it. My
pupils narrowed. Breath caught in my throat making my face flush. I think my
heart skipped a beat or two. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my
life. She was a beauty from her perfectly styled jet black hair down to her
pedicured toes. Irina had built herself a work of muscled art. She wore a
smile on her beautiful face and a flowing floral skirt that was loose at the
bottom and tight around her curvy ass and tiny, tiny waist. She wore a
sleeveless cream colored top that showed off every inch of her sculpted arms.

Arms really seemed like the wrong word, it was too puny for the pipes that
Irina had built with tons of weight and years of hard work. Even relaxed her
muscles bellies were thick and full while her separation was agonizingly
etched from muscle group to muscle group. My gaze slid over to her chest,
peeking out above the low cut of her blouse's neck. Like her arms, her pecs
were relaxed and still the muscle fibers looked like hundreds of straining
cords pulling against her sternum. I got dizzy thinking about what might
happen if she decided to actually flex those big pectorals. I know Mavis had
those awesome tits, but her chest was hardly more impressive than Irina's. She
laughed at tweet from a friend and turned towards the group. Our eyes met and
I thought I was going to melt into a puddle of lusty goo. The Ukrainian muscle
beauty was almost overwhelming. I had to look away. I turned my back and went
to make a show of checking my numbers. Each of the girls saw the look on my
face and even Suzy gave me a wan smile. I quickly picked up the notebook and
pretended to darken a couple of lines while trying to get my hormones to
settle down. I couldn't get the image of Irina out of my mind. I felt like I
was floating and sinking at the same time.

"Look at him!", Mavis exclaimed. "He looks like he's about to faint."

"I am not", I said, although I was lying.

"I think you're smitten", another Suzy announced. I blushed. "Did you get his
number?"

"No", I stated emphatically. "I'm a professional. I never mix business and
what is obviously pleasure." Okay, I'm getting the hang of this. This
pretending thing isn't so bad after all, but I thought too soon. Hiding my
desire for Irina and pretending that it was directed at a man was enough to
wear me down by the end of the day. I did get my first assignment to design
something. It was just a simple matching short outfit for one of the girls I'd
measured earlier in the day, but the first is always sweet. I had to have a
preliminary design done by the next day on top of the school work I had to do.
I'd hoped my room would be empty and quiet, but it wasn't. I could hear M.
Shadows' voice along with the rest of Avenged Sevenfold blaring through the
door even before I opened it. Curt was on the floor, shirtless doing crunch
after crunch, bicycling his legs all while "Natural Born Killer" boomed
through the speakers filling the room with more than enough sound to drown out
Curt's grunts.

"This is the perfect fucking ending to a long day", I said out loud because I
knew Curt couldn't possibly hear me. He did see my mouth move and saw the look
on my face. It was enough to make a smirk appear on the side of his lips while
he flipped over and started doing pushups. I could only stare in hopeless
realization that this wasn't going to stop any time soon. I flopped on my bed
with a sketchpad and pencil that never moved while Curt switched to lunges
before switching to "Broken Frames" by Eyes Set to Kill. Screamo? 'Damn', I
thought and leaned back against the wall. Despite the music I think I fell
asleep in that position because I woke up the next morning stiff and without
having done any work at all.

I made a lame excuse to Brie why I didn't have her design done and tried to
avoid my professors because I hadn't done any work at all. I just hoped I'd be
able to get something done this night. This night it was even worse. My
roommate had pulled out an Xbox that I didn't even know he had and three of
his friends were in there playing while at the same time blasting more music.
I sighed and they turned to face me.

"Sorry bud", Curt began with a chuckle. "You got some more of your faggoty
drawing to do and some fucking clothes to sew?"

"Look man, I take this stuff seriously."

Curt and his buddies chuckled. "I know you do", my roommate began and laughed.
"I just don't want that shit in here. I shouldn't have even worked out last
night. You probably wanked all night while I tried to keep my bod tight." His
buddies made hand gestures at me then looked over at my design board laughing
again.

"You shouldn't flatter yourself Curt!", I yelled loudly enough for the grins
to disappear from a couple of faces. "Besides... I'm not fucking gay!"

Silence.

The Curt threw his head back and laughed so hard I thought he might choke. His
buddies all laughed along with him. "You're either full of shit or in denial
Ben. I think they have counselors for that!"

"Oh really, I bet I've banged more girls than all you twiddle dicks put
together. You're always hanging around each other lying about who you've
fucked. While I hang around the hottest girls in school until I eventually get
down all of their pants! You guys are just a bunch of sorry ass wannabies!"

Curt tossed down the controller and jumped to his feet, squaring on me. I
didn't back down. "You better get out Ben", he hissed.

"Fuck that!", I yelled, making sure to spray all over his face. "You can't
tell me to get out of my own room. You tell your loser ass friends to get
out!"

He pushed me in the chest, knocking me against the wall. "Don't touch me!", I
yelled, but he just pushed me harder. My back hit the wall. The pain flashed
white in my head and lunged at him. The grin never left his face as he punched
me in the gut just hard enough to get me to stoop. He pushed me against the
wall face first this time. He grabbed my bag and pulled back on it. He ripped
it so hard I thought my shoulders would pop out of socket, but the bag tore
before that happened. My books, notes, and designs spilled all over the floor.

Curt seemed satisfied while his buddies laughed and turned away because the
show was over. I'd lost. With palpable self loathing I gathered the things
from the floor and walked out of the room. I ended up in the basement of the
student center because I didn't have anywhere else to go really. I sat there
and first sewed up my bag using Irina's machine since I didn't have a working
area set up yet, then I set about doing all the work I had to do.

I was only a half hour into what would be an all-nighter when I heard the
click, click, click of Suzy's heels. Her confident strut was so distinctive
and so sexy. She'd seen the light and came to find me looking miserable. She
looked anything but. She was radiant and flawless even at this late hour.
"What's going on Ben? You look beat. And why are you down here so late?"

"My roommate is an asshole", I said quickly. "Sorry I didn't mean to cuss, but
he and his friends make it where I can't work in there. This is the second
night in a row he's screwed with me, but tonight was even worse than last
night. He roughed me up, tore by bag open, and basically forced me out of my
own room. He said he doesn't want any gay ass clothes being made near him."

For the first time I saw an expression other than pleasantness cross Suzy's
face. Her skin turned red and her brow gathered. Her fingers gripped the steel
doorframe so tightly that I could see the muscles of her forearms flexing
under the long sleeves of her blouse. "You should have told me yesterday", she
said through clenched teeth. "What's your roommate's name?"

"Curt."

"And you're in room 218 in Forbes Hall right?" I nodded. "Give me your key",
she ordered and I handed my entire ring over. "I should tell you to stay here,
but you better come along. You need to see that nobody... I mean nobody fucks
with one of our members." She stormed off towards the stairs with me
scrambling to gather my things and keep up. Once again I was mesmerized by
Suzy's body. She had on knee high boots with a short crinkled skirt. Her ass
and legs were so perfect it was unreal. I still wondered what she did to form
them so perfectly. I was about to find out.

She walked quickly in those high heeled boots, quicker than I could wearing
sneakers it seemed because I almost had to jog to keep up. We came to my dorm
and then went up the stairs towards my room. Suddenly she stopped me with a
hand to my chest. "Stay here", she ordered me. "I'll be right back." I wished
that she'd have gone to the Resident Director, but no she walked right up to
my room, put the key in the lock and walked in out of my sight.

"Come back for more punishment?", Curt taunted without looking away from the
game. He inhaled the sweet smell of jasmine and turned around with a frown.
His eyes widened when he saw Suzy. "What do you want?", he demanded and knew
that he'd already messed up. The hottest girl he'd yet seen at this school was
standing in his room, looking angry mind you, but still she was in his room
and he didn't even think to attempt to hit on her.

"You assholes need to leave. Now", she said to Curt's buddies then turned to
Curt. "And you are going to apologize to Ben." The four guys looked at each
other then laughed in Suzy's face. "I'm giving you a chance to walk out on
your own, but if you don't, you'll find out why nobody messes with the Design
Club."

"You're as fucked up as Ben is", Curt said with a bit of wonder. "Design
club!?! A group of loopy bitches with one faggot, and you think you're going
to tell me what to do? You're a crazy ass bitch. Unless you plan to fuck the
four of us, you should get the hell out", Curt announced to laughs from the
others.

Suzy looked at the four guys with her hands on her hips for half a minute
before reaching down and removing her knee high boots. The boys frowned and
she grinned. "I'm going to have to teach you guys a lesson, but since this is
your first offense I'll take it easy", she said and placed her boots together
neatly against the door.

"You're going to have to get the hell out of here, and tell that faggot Ben
that he needs to do his needlepoint someplace else. I don't do that shit in
here! We don't do that shit around here do we guys?"

"Hell no!", they agreed and stood up to face Suzy.

"Now go." He reached out quickly and grabbed Suzy roughly by the shoulders to
control her as he reached past to open the door.

"Thank you", she whispered in his ear.

"What the fuck for?"

"For putting your hands on me. Now I can do this." She took a quick breath,
pulled her fist back and sent a punch into Curt's gut so hard he doubled over
and fell back against his bed.

"Hey what the fuck!", the friends yelled and started towards her. A lightning
fast kick sent one guy sprawling to the floor. She spun on the ball of her
left foot before another strike ended with a kick to a boy's chest. He fell
flat on his ass. Her body was like a machine. The muscles of her perfectly
proportioned legs got to show the power that was usually veiled. The last guy
managed to make it to her. He reached out and pushed against her chest, but
she was already against the door. She tucked her elbows in and sent rapid fire
blows to this guy's stomach and chest before his legs collapsed and he fell to
the floor. In the space of seconds she'd put all four young men down and she
wasn't even breathing heavy.

"Now about those apologies."

"Fuck you!", Curt managed to yell even if he was still favoring his stomach.
He made eye contact with the first guy Suzy'd kicked and they attacked her at
the same time from two sides. She could have sent them both flying, but she
got in her fighter's stance and let them come. Curt grabbed her left arm, but
couldn't get his hand around her biceps and triceps. He tried to dig his
fingers into the meat of her upper arm, but there was no give at all. His
friend on her right side grabbed her and yelled, "Get this crazy bitch to the
ground!" Curt joined with his buddy as they leaned and pushed, trying to force
Suzy to the floor.

Her legs started to bend and they heard her inhale sharply as she fought to
stay on her upright. Her abs solidified and her back got petrified like a
fossil while the boys struggled.

"Harder! Push harder!", Curt yelled and they both stood up tall to bear down
with all of their combined might. Suzy's breathing quickened and soft grunts
escaped her lips as both of them slowly made her knees bend. She was going
down, slowly, but going down under the weight of and pressure of two young
men. Then the third guy jumped in. "We've got her now!"

Suzy's legs bent like she was trying to complete and split legged squat with a
mountain on her shoulders. Her face was beyond red and her legs quivered as
she fought the weight. Curt stepped up onto his bed to put all his weight and
leverage straight down onto Suzy's shoulders, only adding to her burden.
"She's not down yet!", Curt screamed through his own strain. Just then the
fourth friend came and jumped up and landed on his buddy's shoulders which
were hunched forward in an effort to get Suzy down. Now this young man's
weight added to the others.

Beneath the mountain of flesh Suzy began to smile. Her breath came in rapid
sips but she smiled despite the pain. These idiots had made enough progress,
and it was time to show them a woman's true power. Suzy put aside the pain and
the weight, and concentrated on the strain, on the effort, on her own muscles.
She'd learned over years of training how to make her body do what others
believed couldn't be done.

Suzy planted her bare feet firmly and forced her lungs to take in a deep
breath while the men above her cursed and fought to get her down. Muscles
feathered up the length of Suzy's legs from her ankles to her hips. Curt's
eyes widened as he looked at the muscles growing beneath Suzy's smooth skin.
Then they all started to rise. A low growl grew in ferocity as Suzy forced
them all up.

"What the fuck?", a guy breathed as Suzy's muscles continued to flex.

"Push harder! Get her down", the boys urged each other, but it only seemed to
fuel Suzy. The boys heard her laugh. It sounded something sinister with the
sound being mostly muffled by their bodies. Beneath them, Suzy was tired of
playing. She set her teeth on edge. Her face trembled under the strain. A
single throbbing vein pulsed across the center of her forehead while a hundred
little ones showed just under the skin on her massively pumped legs. But they
weren't fully flexed, not yet. After a deep whooshing breath and a roar like a
beast, Suzy's muscles exploded. The four boys shot up and two of them lost
their balance and fell to the floor. The other two still had their hands on
Suzy, but not for long. She put both her hands on Curt's chest and gave him a
hard shove. He fell back against his bed. That left one friend. He slid his
hands down from her shoulders down to Suzy's tits in an effort to put distance
between him and her. He pushed as hard as he could, but Suzy's powerful legs
and ultra tight core kept her in place. She slowly glanced down at the boy's
hands and then into his eyes. "I... I'm sorry", he muttered.

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be", she said before socking him in the jaw. He
twisted up like a barber's pole and corkscrewed to the floor while his three
friends looked at Suzy with a mix of wonder, fear, and anger. Curt was the
first to jump up. He took a wild swing at Suzy's head. She ducked it easily
and sent a punch to the exact same part of his stomach as she'd hit before.
Curt nearly wretched. Instead he fell back clutching his guts. Suzy didn't let
up this time. She loomed over him with her hand tightened into a fist sending
blow after blow to Curt's midsection. It was only a matter of time before the
other guys got into the action. They couldn't just sit there while their
friend got beat up by a chick.

Outside the room I stood like a damsel in an old movie literally fretting with
each passing second. I focused on the changing shadows coming from beneath my
dorm room door and then I heard the crashes and the sounds of flesh hitting
flesh. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran from the stairwell towards my room,
dropping my bag in the process. My mind raced wondering what Curt and his
friends were doing to Suzy. I hesitated as I came to the knob, but after a
reassuring breath I turned the knob, but couldn't open the door. I leaned my
shoulder into and huffed and puffed and pushed enough to stick my head in and
see an unconscious guy lying against the door. I kept pushing, only managing
to slide the door open another couple of inches. It was enough for me to be
able to see the entire room. "Oh my", I whispered as I saw Suzy standing in
the center of the room going toe to toe with Curt. He favored some injury to
his ribs, but he still threw several punches in a row. Suzy ducked and dodged
them like Mike Tyson in his prime until she'd had enough. He threw a big
looping punch over her head and she lunged in wrapping her arms around in
Curt's waist. With power I'd never seen from a woman, she lifted Curt off the
ground, spun quickly with the momentum her powerful legs had generated and
slammed him down on his own bed, so hard that the four legs gave way and
collapsed to the floor.

My mouth hung open in awe, but I gathered myself enough to shout, "Look out
behind you!", when the last conscious friend raised a text book over his head
and brought it down. Suzy was quick enough to avoid the worst of the blow, but
it caught her shoulder. I saw her wince, but it was the other guy who got
scared. Suzy's Hershey colored eyes narrowed and she attacked. Her hands,
knees, and feet were a blur as she hit this poor guy a dozen, hell two dozen
times before allowing him to fall to the floor. She went down with him and got
on her back with this guy's head trapped between her thighs. His chin was
scant inches from her moist panties. In an effort to gain strength enough to
escape he inhaled Suzy's scent and she saw his pants begin to tent. She
grinned and prepared to finish this boy off, but he quickly grabbed her thighs
and pulled one way while tugging his head another way. He'd escaped. Suzy
looked surprised, but only for an instant. There was no way for her to know
that this guy had a little wrestling experience. I wanted to go help her. I
leaned against the door and pushed and cursed, but I could barely move the guy
against the door. It didn't matter anyway.

After it looked like Suzy might be getting the worst of their grappling
session, she ended up in the same position as before except this time she
didn't waste time. She clamped her thighs to the side of the boy's neck and
instantly began choking off his blood supply. His face was beet red. One of
his arms was also trapped between her thighs while his other tried in vain to
remove her legs or to at least relieve the pressure. It just kept increasing
until it suddenly stopped. The two of them made eye contact. "I like you", she
told the trapped young man, whose face looked like an over ripe grape about to
explode. His expression said that he heard her well enough. "You're the only
one who gave me any sort of challenge. You ripped my blouse, but it was fun."
He struggled a little to get free, but the fight was nearly out of him. I saw
Suzy's muscles flex to match the boy's exertions keeping him in place. "When
you wake up, come see me later." Those were the last words this guy would hear
for a while. A wave of flexation rippled down Suzy's body from her pecs to her
abs to her thighs to her beautiful calves. She poured all that power into her
choke. His body flopped as she kept up the power until all at once she opened
her legs and the guy's head fell to her crotch. I thought I saw a tingle go
through her.

"Mmmm I do love a good squeeze", she moaned and let her head lay against the
floor for a few ticks before jumping to her feet. She turned towards me,
wearing that short skirt and a now ripped shirt. Only a lacey white bra kept
her from being naked from the waist up. She wasn't shy or modest though and
made no attempt to cover up. "It's safe to come in now", she told me as I
struggled against the door. Finally she rolled her eyes and came over. She put
one hand on the door, set her feet on the floor and in one motion pulled the
door open ignoring the weight against it. I watched the muscles along her arm
flexing, doing what both of my legs couldn't do. She turned away from me and
grabbed her boots in one hand while she pulled the remnants of her blouse off
with her other. She tossed it on the floor as she started towards the door.
She'd had enough fun for a school night.

"I... I should have helped", I muttered.

Suzy smiled sympathetically and put her hand on my shoulder. "Ben you did
exactly what you should have done. Stayed out of my way. These guys weren't
complete pushovers... especially that feisty one who got a whiff of my kitty.
If you'd been in here I'd have spent more time protecting you than taking care
of them. I really like you Ben, but you're sort of a wimp. You couldn't even
get the door open."

I looked down at the still unconscious door weight who was now mashed into a
corner and then back up to Suzy who gave me another smile as she put her boots
on. "Don't worry Ben. We'll fix you up. I'd hoped to start you later, but I
can see we can't wait. Get with Brie in the morning, and she'll start you out
on a program." Suzy walked past me and slapped my birdlike chest twice. "See
you tomorrow Ben", she said from the hall, her heels clicked against the floor
as she sauntered away. "Oh and Curt has something he wants to tell you."

My mouth still hung down as I turned away from the hallway and towards the
bed. Curt was just sitting up and a couple of his friends were starting to
stir. "Dude, I'm sorry", he said upon seeing my face.

"Yeah", I said and looked at how Suzy had completely trashed his side of the
room and left mine untouched. "I bet you're sorry. Now tell your asshole
friends to get the fuck out!" That night I slept like I was a kingpin, like I
was big man on campus. I know it was just fantasy. Suzy had done all the
fighting, but still, I felt powerful... until the next morning when I met Brie
at the track.

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