The New Girl

The New Girl

(Written in March 2025)

Mark dashed through the school hallways... he didn't want to be late for the first class of the semester. He enters the classroom right as Mr. Nichols is about to close the door and sits at an empty desk in the back. Mark needed to do well in the second half of his senior year to get into a Uni taking late applications... mediocre grades were not going to cut it. As he thought about his academic future, Mark saw a tall blonde enter the classroom. She was stunning -- tall, with a young Britney Spears sort of look. Mark had never laid eyes on her before, and was taken aback when she did not sit next to any of the popular kids and walked to his desk instead.

"Hi! I'm Amber!" she said in a friendly manner.

"Hi! I'm Mark, nice to meet you!"

"Would you mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not!" Mark responded, taking his backpack from the other chair on his desk.

"Thank you, Mark! I'm new to the school, and it's great to meet someone nice like you!"

Before Mark could answer, Mr. Nichols demanded that everyone be quiet so he could start the math lesson. Mark was distracted the whole class, stealing quick glances of Amber. Despite her lack of makeup, she was gorgeous. Straight blonde hair cut slightly above her shoulders, blue eyes, perfect smile... She wore a form-fitting, sporty zipper sweatshirt, tight jeans cut above her ankles, and old running shoes. With thick thighs and strong arms, Amber had an athletic build, not particularly curvy. Mark didn't mind in the slightest... He was quite skinny himself, only weighing 125lbs in his 5'7 frame. Still, he spent many evenings fantasizing about rolling in bed with ladies who had meat on their bones...

"And that is all for today!" Mr. Nichols called, cutting through his daydream.

"What's your next class, Mark?" Amber asked, smiling.

"American history... not my favorite," Mark replied with a grin.

"Cool, it's my next class too. We can walk together to class and sit next to each other again!" Amber said enthusiastically.

Mark couldn't believe his luck -- two classes with Amber!

"Sure thing, Amber! Why'd you change schools so late in the year?" Mark asked with genuine curiosity, as he realized just how tall Amber was... she must have been at least 5'10, definitely taller than him. He never had a crush on a girl taller than him before, but he certainly wasn't opposed...

"My parents had to move... my father is in the military, the Marines, and he got stationed nearby."

"That must suck, having to move in your senior year..."

"I'm used to it... had to move schools a lot... but I always like making new friends!" Amber answered with a smile.

"What do you like doing for fun?" Mark asked with genuine curiosity, hoping they'd have some common interests and a reason to hang out more...

"I'm really into sports! I love playing basketball! And I love swimming! I was on the swim team in my last high school... How about you, Mark? Good at any sports?"

Mark was not... he was thin, not built for sports. He wore a baggy hoodie and loose jeans, and his skinny frame wouldn't be obvious to Amber... but there was no point lying, as she would soon realize his lack of athleticism...

"Not really... but if you'd ever want to play some pick-up basketball, I'd be game! And I'd definitely love to watch you swim sometime!" Mark responded excitedly... before realizing he was probably sounding a little too eager, a little too soon...

"Maybe sometime, Mark!" Amber chuckled as they sat in the History classroom.

I totally blew it, Mark thought... She'll think I'm a perv now, wanting to see her in a swimsuit...

"I just realized I forgot my shoulder bag in the other room, Mark! Too distracted chatting with you, I didn't even notice how we got here... Could you help me go back quickly and get my bag?"

Hoping this might redeem him and make him look like a nice guy, Mark quickly replied, standing up, "Don't worry, Amber. I'll run there, get your bag, and be back in a minute. The bell is about to go off!"

"You don't have to, Mark!"

"Don't worry; it's the least I can do for being so distracting!" Mark replied humorously, and off he went, not waiting for an answer...

"Thank you, Mark!"

He ran to Mr. Nichols' classroom and quickly found Amber's navy blue shoulder bag. It was sleek and sporty. As he ran back to History class, some kids noticed Mark had a girl's bag in his hands and smirked... Mark didn't care, he was happy to be useful to his hot new friend.

Mark handed her the bag, but there was no time to chat before the lesson got underway. He was distracted the whole class again, trying to admire Amber furtively. Even her large, well-proportioned hands held his gaze, mindlessly tapping on the desk, her well-trimmed nails lacking polish... Mark also noticed Amber dangling her sneaker off her white-socked foot, and couldn't help but to steal quick glimpses...

When the class finally ended, Amber turned to Mark...

"I don't have classes for a few hours... I'm going to check out the gym."

"I have geography now..." Mark answered and then continued, "I never got to tell things I like to do..."

"Yeah, what do you like to do, Mark my boy?" Amber replied playfully.

"I'm really into gaming..." Mark hoped Amber was into games too...

"What kind of games?"

"I'm into retro games... like 90s games... especially fighting games!"

"Oh really! I like some fighting games too!" Amber said enthusiastically...

"Street Fighter 2 is my favorite!"

"That is an oldie... I never played it, but I like Street Fighter 5 a lot!"

"That's awesome, Amber! I have SF5 too, but haven't played it as much."

"We should play together sometime!" Amber said, smiling.

"That'd be great! Would you like to play today after school?" Mark asked excitedly.

"Sure, why not! I got nothing going on later today..."

"Perfect, we can go to my place after class!"

Mark had to leave for his next class, and they said goodbye for now. He was elated and had trouble focusing for the rest of the school day. He couldn't wait for that final bell...

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Amber and Mark met outside school at 3 pm. It was a perfect January afternoon in South Florida -- sunny, none of the usual humidity, a breezy 70°F.

"My place is just 20 minutes away... would you like to walk back and skip the school bus?" Mark asked.

"Sure... the weather is so perfect! And I'd love to see more of the area!"

They connected instantly, chatting about games, Amber's sports, friends, school, and the classes giving them the most trouble... With her long legs and athletic stride, Amber moved faster without trying, and he would audibly puff, trying to keep up. She glanced back and slowed down.

"No need for me to rush... I'm not in a hurry today!" She quipped, smirking.

At the end of their walk, they entered Mark's empty house.

"My parents won't be back until around 8 pm... we can just play in the living room," Mark said, leading her inside.

Amber settled onto the big couch while Mark grabbed refreshments. He joined her, booted up the PS4, and they started playing.

"I really like playing with the ladies in this game... Chun-Li, Juri, Laura... they are so powerful and strong!" Amber exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yeah... they are cool... I play with Chun-Li sometimes. But I am more of a Ryu guy... Haaadooooken!" Mark replied jokingly.

They went a few rounds. Amber held her own, but Mark -- new to SF5, but much more experienced with Street Fighter overall -- easily won the first couple of games. Hoping she wouldn't lose interest in the game, or in hanging out with him, he started to play slightly below his full ability, letting most matches stay close and allowing Amber to win some. She lit up with every win, dishing out light teasing... "Now you see what these legs can do to you, Evil Ryu!!" Amber exclaimed... In their last versus game, Amber beat Mark with Chun-Li.

"That was a good spinning bird kick!" Amber boasted, laughing.

"Indeed! You are really good at Street Fighter, Amber! I'm having trouble keeping up!" The compliment was honest, but Mark was downplaying his real skill.

"Thanks, Mark! You are great yourself!" Amber replied, smiling, as she playfully bumped knees with Mark.

"Would you like to play against the computer for a bit, taking turns? Defeat the evil Bison?" Mark asked.

"Sure, I haven't finished the game yet... maybe we can do it together!" Amber replied, eyes shining.

They started taking turns in single-player. The room was getting kind of warm (his parents had the AC turned off in January), and Amber took off her sweatshirt, revealing a loose-fitting white t-shirt underneath. Despite also feeling hot, Mark didn't take off his hoodie... he was a bit embarrassed about his diminutive size next to Amber and didn't want her thinking he was a wimp -- at least not until they were closer.

Mark was focused on his match when Amber placed her arm on the couch cushion behind his head. She seemed very relaxed watching him play. Her bicep came into view -- solid, thicker than his, but not ripped. Just strong... He also caught the scent of Amber's sweat. It made him realize that he hadn't noticed any perfume on her, now or earlier in the day. Most girls use too much perfume, and he liked that Amber didn't... at least today. He didn't mind her natural smell at all. It was his first time hanging out with such a hot girl alone, so close... He imagined Amber bringing her arm forward, resting it on his shoulders... his musing distracted him, and he lost the first round.

"Ha... I need to save us this time, Marky-Mark! Good that I am so skilled with Jury!" Amber boasted teasingly.

As she focused on the game, Amber reclined on the couch, kicked off her sneakers, and stretched her legs, placing her socked feet on the coffee table. This really distracted Mark, as he had a secret he never told anyone... he had a huge foot fetish. Mark found girls' feet incredibly sexy, and he imagined kissing or even licking them in a myriad scenarios... Seeing Amber's feet plopped on his living room table, he couldn't help sneaking peeks... "Hope she doesn't notice and thinks I'm a weirdo," he thought. The sight of her feet, stretching and un-stretching, turned him on like crazy... "Wish she would take off those socks..." He daydreamed, as he caught their faint musky scent from across the couch...

"Great to finally see the ending! It was really fun to hang out, Mark!" Amber interrupted enthusiastically.

"I really enjoyed hanging out, Amber! Hope we can do it again soon! It's so cool that you like fighting games!"

"Yeah! I've never been into girly things! Always been a big tomboy... sports and video games. Haha"

"There is something I wanted to tell you... Tomorrow is my 18th birthday... I don't have any plans because it's a school day -- I will be hanging out with some friends this weekend... Would you like to come over tomorrow and play games again? It would be awesome if you could come to my birthday party this weekend too..."

"That'd be awesome, Mark! I'd love to come over tomorrow for more SF action! But I won't be able to join this weekend... I am going to Miami with some girlfriends... It's also my 18th birthday, and I need to celebrate!"

"Wow, what a crazy coincidence... we're almost the exact same age!"

"Yeah, weird how the universe works, haha... well, I have to go now."

Amber said goodbye to Mark with a strong hug... He was over the moon to be friends with such a hottie.

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The next school day was a blur for Mark... He had no classes with Amber, but still spent most of the day thinking about her visit later on... Turning 18 barely crossed his mind! After the last bell, Mark headed home quickly. Amber's classes had ended an hour earlier, so they wouldn't be walking together this time. She texted him that she'd get to his place around 3:30 pm... so when he got home around 3:10, Mark quickly organized his living room and cleaned a bit, making sure everything looked good for his friend. Still in his hoodie and baggy pants, Mark wasn't ready to let Amber see how scrawny he really was.

As 3:40 rolled around, he finally heard the doorbell...

"Hi, Mark! Happy birthday!" Amber cheered, giving him a big hug. "I'm no good at baking, so I brought a delicious mini-chocolate cake from Whole Foods to celebrate your birthday! Hope you like it!" Amber said, showing Mark the little cake she was holding.

"You didn't have to... thanks, Amber! You are so sweet! Do you want to play some games before we eat the cake?"

"Sure!"

And off they went to the living room... Today, Amber wore a loose, long-sleeved sweatshirt, which hid her form ("booo," Mark grumbled internally), but her capri jeans revealed her big calves... even more importantly, Amber was wearing flip-flop sandals. Her feet -- probably size ten, he guessed -- matched her height nicely. Well-proportioned, with cute toes and immaculately trimmed (but unpainted) nails. Mark got hard the instant he saw those bare feet... those thick calves... but his loose pants let him adjust discreetly.

"Do you want to show me any of those old games you like?" Amber asked.

"Sure thing, Amber!" And off they went exploring all of his favorite old Genesis games... Streets of Rage 2, Sonic 2, Street Fighter 2... Today, instead of sitting next to Mark on the big sofa, Amber lounged on a small loveseat, positioned perpendicular to the big couch and the TV. Her calves were propped on one of the armchairs, and she spent most of the time dangling her sandals. Saying this got Mark's attention would be the understatement of the year... Still, he was also having a good time going through his old favorites with Amber, bantering like buddies on his birthday... Mark felt like he was finally living!

As it got closer to 6, Amber asked, "Want to boot up Street Fighter 5 for a bit? I bet I could beat you today!" she teased.

"Sure thing, Boss!" Mark quipped back.

They went a few rounds. Amber was definitely getting better, so Mark didn't feel he needed to let her win... she even won one game, fair and square with Jury! "Ah, take that little Ryu!" she exclaimed humorously.

After a few games, Amber asked with a smirk, "What if we added some stakes to this game??"

"How so?" Mark answered, intrigued...

"How about this... the winner gets to ask the loser to do something..."

"Like a dare? Sounds fair!"

"Yeah, like a dare... so, what would you like, birthday boy? Pick wisely, this could be your big opportunity!" Amber continued in a joking tone.

The mix of Amber's sweetness, his birthday high, and how badly he was drawn to her sparked a bold idea... a boldness he never had in his life before, "Ok, so... if I win, I'd like for you to give me a kiss... in the lips." His voice faltered towards the end, as his confidence started to decrease...

"Wow, Mark... that is very forward of you... didn't realize you liked me like that..." Amber said, smirking.

"Oh so sorry, Amber... Not sure what got into me... You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, bet or no bet."

"Don't worry, Marky-boy... I stand by my terms. It won't be so bad to kiss you, I find you kind of cute, too... And it's your birthday!"

Mark's heart was racing a mile an hour hearing those words...

"Ok, so... if, on the other hand, I win the match, I'd like for you to massage my feet." Amber smiled and looked Mark in the eyes as she said that, then continued, "I hear that foot massages can be quite pain relieving and relaxing, and my tootsies been walking a lot the last couple of days... They'd love to feel the touch of your soft hands..." she added with a grin.

Mark's heart skipped... He blinked.... Did she really just ask him to massage her feet? Did he just die and get to heaven? It's hard to overstate the level of adrenaline flowing through Mark for the first few seconds after Amber's proposal...

"Ok, sure thing, Amber! If I win, we kiss... if you win, I massage your feet. Seems like a totally fair arrangement!" Mark finally managed to respond, trying his best to sound clever.

"Good Marky... you are so cute," Amber said, amusement in her voice.

Mark booted the game... he picked Ryu, and Amber picked Laura, the voluptuous Brazilian capoeira fighter... Mark wasn't sure what he wanted... did he want to kiss Amber ("She's so pretty," he told himself) or did he want to massage her feet, fulfilling a fantasy of many years... In the first round, Mark played his best to win and, despite his distracted state, easily beat Amber... Amber seemed a lot more focused on the second round... still, Mark was ahead until he decided that he wanted a little more time to figure out what to do... he failed to connect a few moves on purpose, and Amber easily capitalized to tie the match.

The third round begins... Mark starts very strong, connects a few punches, and even hits Amber with his super combo... but Amber starts to play really well and rallies until they're both down to about 10% of their energy bars... "It's the moment of truth," he told himself... in her relentless aggression, Amber left an opening for Mark to KO her, but he did not press the button... A second later, Amber's Laura finishes Ryu with a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Take that patriarchy! What a perfect foot to the face!" Amber boasted as she jumped off the sofa and raised her arms to the air in victory...

"Wow, Amber... you've gotten really good at this game... couldn't hold you back!" Mark also responds excitedly. He was a bit sad to not kiss Amber, but, in his heart, he hoped she would let him kiss her later anyway...

Amber sat back and reassumed her lounging position, feet dangling beyond the armchair...

"Would you like to go somewhere more private for the foot massage... my room perhaps?" Mark asked, trying to sound casual...

"I like it here, Mark... didn't you say your parents only arrive around 8? That should be plenty of time! You can kneel in front of my feet during the massage, as I sit on my loveseat throne..." Amber replied in a teasing manner, smiling casually.

"All right... Queen Amber!" Mark exclaimed.

As told, Mark kneeled in front of Amber's feet. His living room had hardwood floors that hurt his knees, but he had no time to worry about that... Amber let her flip-flops fall on the ground, exposing her soles... Mark looked at them, mouth agape, as she smiled in his direction. "Better get started, Marky... so we have time to eat the cake!" she said playfully.

Mark started massaging her right sole, applying as much pressure with his skinny fingers as he could muster, while he mused, "Has she noticed me glancing at her feet? Did she choose this massage to tease me?" If that was Amber's intention, she did not tell him... every so often, she'd tell him to press on other parts of her sole, change foot... As he shifted the way he worked her foot, Mark would every so often bring his massaging fingers by his nose and take a quick, subtle whiff... he hoped Amber, who alternated between closing her eyes and idly scrolling on her phone, would not notice what he was up to... Given that she'd been wearing sandals, her feet's scent was not strong from a distance. Smelling his fingers was bringing him closer to the real thing...

"Just a little more, Marky-boy, you're doing a great job!" Amber encouraged him, leisurely.

Mark did not want this message to stop... he was more aroused than he'd ever been and hadn't even touched himself... he wondered whether he should try kissing Amber's foot... and then maybe lick it... but he decided not to push his luck... This was the most amazing moment of his life, and he didn't want it to end with Amber thinking he was a foot weirdo.

"That was great, Mark... I feel so relaxed! Before we eat cake, would you be a dear and massage my calves for a bit, too? They are super sore from my last few basketball practices..." Amber calmly requested.

Mark wanted to keep touching Amber's feet, but he was extremely excited to massage her calves. He couldn't believe his luck to be touching her legs like that. Her calves were big and very solid, with good muscle definition... surely much stronger than his lanky ones. Mark had to exert himself to massage Amber's calves with the pressure she requested... "Go deeper, Marky... I want to feel it in the muscle..." Amber would encourage him casually. His fingers were hurting a lot now -- he may have been massaging her feet and calves for almost half an hour -- and his knees were screaming... but he would have kept massaging her glorious limbs for five hours if she wanted him to... He even started to daydream whether she might ask him to go further... massage her meaty thighs...

But that was not to be today... "That felt great, Mark! Need to have more bets with you! I need to go soon, so we should eat the cake and I'll sing you happy birthday!"

"Sure thing, Amber!"

They moved to the kitchen, and Amber placed two little candles on the diminutive chocolate cake... She sang him happy birthday, and he made a wish as he blew out the candles (what do you think Mark wished for, dear reader?)... After Amber cut the cake into two small pieces, Mark started to dig in... He ate cake with his hands sometimes and mindlessly grabbed his slice and took a bite... as he licked his fingers, Mark realized he hadn't washed his hands since massaging Amber's feet... he delighted in the faint aftertaste, but also worried -- had she noticed he didn't wash his hands? Still, Amber did not appear at all weirded out and kept smiling at him as she ate her slice.

"I have to go now..." Amber said, appearing slightly sad. "I'll not be able to hang out after school for the next couple days because of a swim meet and a basketball game, but we could hang out on Friday at my house if you'd like..."

"Count me in, I'd love to see your place! And we'll see in school in the meantime!"

"Yeah, we'll see each other in class! Bye, Mark!" Amber said as she got close to Mark and gave him another firm hug... He had hopes that maybe she would kiss him... and she did, but only on the cheek... "Happy birthday!" she whispered, and then she left. Mark couldn't believe someone so bold, so confident, and so attractive wanted to spend time with him. Was it just fun for her? Or was there something more?"

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Wednesday and Thursday couldn't pass fast enough for Mark... he enjoyed the time in class with Amber and chatting with her on the little bits of recess, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about hanging out at her place, just the two of them... Mark was tempted to check out Amber's basketball game and swim meet, but chose not to -- worried she'd think he was overly eager. "Don't be a simp!" he chuckled to himself.

Since his classes ended earlier on Friday, Mark headed home to get ready for his visit to Amber's place. She told him he should show up around 3:30 to give her time to get home. With everything that might happen, Mark wanted to be at his best... He showered, shaved, and applied deodorant -- making sure he looked good, smelled better, and felt ready for Amber... Mark was about to put on a loose hoodie and baggy pants when he saw a text from Amber, "Bring some shorts! Maybe we can play basketball in my backyard after some gaming!"

"Well... I guess one day she'd need to see my pencil legs." He thought as he put on a pair of running shorts. He still threw on the hoodie over a t-shirt -- even though he knew he'd probably be taking it off later, exposing his skinny arms.... When it was time, Mark drove his mom's car to Amber's -- she was off work and let him have the car for the rest of the day -- so he didn't get sweaty from walking to her place -- Southern Florida was on a January mini heatwave, and thermometers crossed 80F.

At 3:30 on the dot, Mark eagerly rang Amber's doorbell.

"Hi, Mark! Welcome to my humble abode! Please come in..." Amber opened the door with a big smile, waving him in.

"Hi, Amber!" was all Mark could say before Amber gave him another of her characteristic strong hugs, which he keenly returned.

"Take off your shoes... we have a no-shoe policy in this house!" she commanded playfully.

"Yes, sir!" Mark chuckled.

Amber was more stunning than ever... she wore a light-gray, fitted t-shirt, displaying her relatively broad frame and baring her solid, meaty biceps and powerful forearms... She also wore short running shorts that showed off nearly all of her powerful thighs. Mark was struck -- they were thick, solid, and easily dwarfed his twigs. When Amber first opened the door, Mark had noticed she also scanned him head-to-toe... she must have noticed his skinny legs bare in his shorts, but didn't seem bothered and gave him a big smile as she welcomed him in... Her reaction helped ease his nerves, "Maybe she doesn't mind that I'm skinny..." he thought. A bit to Mark's disappointment, Amber was still wearing white socks, "but maybe that will change later," he thought.

"The weather was so nice today, I walked all the way home from school... I love the heat!" Amber went on as Mark noticed how spacious and well-furnished her house was. For a military family, they seemed pretty well off -- maybe her mom had a high-paying job?

"Let's go to my room," Amber instructed, "we'll play there. It's on the second floor..."

Mark followed without hesitation... As they climbed the stairs, Mark ogled at Amber's big calves, her muscles bulging with each step. He noticed some leg hair on her calves, just a little dark stubble. He hadn't seen that on Tuesday at his place, so she must not have shaved since... Mark had no problem with that... Amber was the hottest girl he had ever hung out with by a country mile, even with a little leg hair.

"Welcome to my lair!" Amber announced in a humorous tone, spreading her arms to gesture at the room. Mark was impressed by the spaciousness and noticed a soft mat set up on a large open area between her bed and her TV... Amber quickly locked the door behind them, placing the key on her desk.

"My parents are supposed to be out for a while, but it's good to make sure nobody surprises us..." Amber said playfully, smiling at Mark.

"Surprise us doing what?" He wondered with excitement...

"Come over here, Mark!" Amber commanded, motioning Mark to the mat.

"Instead of Street Fighter, I thought we'd play a different game today... would you like to try some submission wrestling? I've never tried it, but I think that it could be a lot of fun!" Amber continued enthusiastically.

The idea shocked him... rolling around on a mat with Amber sounded like something out of his wildest dreams... but he was also afraid wrestling with Amber would expose how weak he was -- probably much weaker than her... "Would Amber ever want to date a wimp?" he considered for a second, then told himself: you only live once...

"Sure, Amber... if that is what you'd like to do!"

"Great, Mark! I was thinking... maybe we could have a wager like we did for Street Fighter the other day..."

"A wager?"

"Yeah... whoever wins two falls gets to do something to the other..."

"Ok..."

"But let's not reveal what we'll do yet... it will be more fun for it to be a surprise... I have a suspicion about your choice..." She smirked, "And I think you'll be pleased with mine."

Mark suspected his chances of winning were very low, but he knew he'd ask again for a kiss if he did... he wondered what Amber had in store for him if he lost...

"Ok, let's do it!" he said quickly, trying to feign confidence.

"Take off your sweatshirt before we start... so you can feel more comfortable while we wrestle!"

"Ok!" He figured there was no point in hiding his scrawny physique anymore, as they were about to tussle on the mats. He took off his sweatshirt, facing away from Amber... when he turned back to her, he could see her sizing him up -- and she seemed to lick her lips, as her gaze lingered...

"We should get on our knees facing each other before we start," Amber explained.

"Ok..." replied Mark, getting into position.

"Rules: you win a fall by pinning me down for 3 seconds or by putting me in a hold that makes me submit. First to two falls wins."

"Understood, Boss!"

"Do I stand a chance?" Mark wondered in the last few seconds before they started...

"Ok, let's start!" Amber said firmly.

Amber wasted no time locking onto his wrists. He tried to break free, but her grip was way too strong. She easily overpowered him, forcing Mark's back to the mat... In a flash, she moved on top of him, straddling his stomach and pinning his arms outstretched... He tried to raise his arms and twist his torso with all his might in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was no use. Amber was way too strong and, with the leverage of her body weight over Mark, he wasn't going anywhere. In seconds, she crushed any hope he had of winning...

Amber could have counted to three and ended the first fall immediately (she could have counted to one thousand...), but she didn't... Instead, Amber stretched over Mark, pinning him with her full body, chest on chest, her legs interlacing his... She whispered in his ear, "What do you think, Marky... can go anywhere?" Mark felt completely manhandled by Amber, an adrenaline rush flooding him as her body pressed into his, her chest, her bare thighs... He couldn't get out a coherent answer and just grunted, still straining to dislodge her with all his might. She giggled at his weak efforts...

After a few more minutes of toying with his smaller body... grinding him into the mat... she returned to the schoolboy pin. "Okay, Marky... counting down... 1, 2, 3... I win!" she called, briefly releasing him to raise her arms in triumph.

"You're so strong, Amber..." Mark blurted, trying to catch his breath.

"I know, Marky!" she said with a grin, grabbing hold of his wrists again.

"How much do you weigh, Marky-boy? You're so scrawny!" Amber asked playfully.

"125lbs," Mark replied meekly.

"Aah! You're so small... no wonder you had no chance against these guns!" Amber struck a proud double biceps pose. Her arms swelled with size -- not overly cut, but still massive next to Mark's... She grabbed his wrists again, smirking, "How much do you think I weigh?"

"Dunno... maybe 160lbs?"

"Nice guess, Mark... maybe I should be flattered you lowballed it. But nope -- 175 pounds. A solid one-seven-five!"

She had fifty pounds on him. The thought made Mark feel even smaller -- and even more turned on beneath her.

"You do look so... solid!" Mark chose his words carefully, trying to flatter her without sounding like a total simp.

"Solid?" Amber laughed. "I think you mean overwhelmingly strong, Marky!" Amber teases. "Ok, enough chit-chat... let's have the second round!"

Amber got off Mark and reassumed the kneeling position... Mark slowly lumbered back to his knees, all of his muscles sore from the first round... He had no illusion that he'd stand a chance against her in this second round... would she finish him off quickly or play with him again for a while??

"Ok, let's go!" Amber announced.

As soon as they started, Amber's strength overwhelmed Mark's thin arms, and she had him on his back again... Instead of going for another schoolgirl pin, Amber slipped into a cross arm-breaker -- stretching his arm tight, her legs wrapped around it, calves pressing into his face and neck. She wasn't using much pressure -- Mark knew she could've easily hurt him if she wanted -- but even restrained, it was uncomfortable... He could feel her small leg hairs rubbing against his freshly shaved face...

"How you doing down there, Marky? Can't escape?" she teased, tightening the hold. "Ready to give?"

He gave it everything he had, but Amber's strength and leverage were just too much. As the pain increased, he knew he had no choice but to tap...

"Tapping already? That's no fun..." Amber pouted, smacking his cheeks with her calves -- light, playful slaps. "Too quick. Let's try something else," she said, releasing the hold and sliding behind him into a choke. She kept it controlled -- not enough to hurt, but tight enough that his arms were useless against her grip.

"Think you can escape this one?" Amber teased. Of course she knew he couldn't escape any of her holds. With no warning, she started to hump him from behind... Her hips grinding into him drove the point home -- he was completely under her control.

After a few humps, Amber stopped and applied more pressure on her chokehold. "Time to give, Marky... or it's nappy time," she teased. He had no choice -- he tapped. Amber let go, and he collapsed onto his back, gasping for air. Amber lay on her side next to Mark and gently placed her arm over Mark's chest.

"How did you like that, Mark?" Amber asked calmly.

"This was the most intense experience in my life... You are a powerhouse, Amber!"

"I know!" she chuckled. "Now that you're breathing again, it's time to collect my reward..." Amber said with a grin. "But tell me... what would you have chosen if you had won?"

"I was planning to ask you for a kiss again..." Mark replied, hopeful.

"Huuum... I like a guy that knows what he wants... but you'll need to be a bit more patient, Marky..." Amber continued... "Well, for my reward, I want you to... kiss my feet!" Amber exclaimed. "Will you do that, Mark?"

As Amber asked the question and, before Mark could answer, she moved back on top of him, straddling his waist, and, in one swift motion, placed her socked feet inches from his face. He was inundated by the pungent smell rising off her warm soles. There was nothing he'd want more in the world than to kiss her glorious feet...

"So, what's it gonna be, Marky?? You honoring the bet?" She asked one more time, wiggling her feet teasingly.

"Yes, Amber... I'll kiss your feet," Mark replied meekly.

"I know you will..." Amber replied with a grin. "How do these socks smell? I walked to school this morning and back in the afternoon, they must be ripe!" She continued to taunt Mark, as he tried not to hyperventilate... "Take them off now!" She commanded. Mark needed no encouragement -- he peeled off her damp socks, revealing her glistening feet. She immediately smothered his face, forehead to chin, with her soles... only his nose peeking out between them.

"Can't see much of your face now, Marky, with my size-10s plopped on you," Amber teased. "How does it feel being smothered by my stinky soles?" Mark mumbled a response, but it was incomprehensible under her feet. She continued, "You don't need to answer Marky... I know you're having the time of your life..." Amber continued seductively, "I suspected you were into my feet almost since our first classes... you were a little too interested in looking down when I was dangling my shoes... Then, when I propped my feet on your table during Street Fighter, you couldn't look away -- you even lost a few games!" She grinned. "On your birthday, I decided to mess with you a bit and wore sandals... let's just say I had a hunch I'd win our little wager..."

Amber's revelation astonished Mark... she knew all along he liked her feet and she... decided to tease him? Rather than be repulsed, this goddess wanted him at her feet?? Was he about to die and go to heaven?

"So, am I right, Marky? Do you have a thing for my pretty little toes?" Amber quipped, as she raised her feet from his face a little, letting Mark breathe more comfortably and reply...

"I do like your feet, Amber... they are so sexy! Like everything about you!" Mark admitted, trying to be sweet.

"My spidey-sense is unbeatable!" Amber joked. "Ok, enough sniffing... time for some licking!" Amber lowered her feet again, and Mark didn't need prompting--he immediately dragged his tongue across her salty soles. Amber smiled, "How do my feet taste, Mark?"

"Perfect, Amber..." Mark whimpered between licks.

"Good, I love feeling your tongue clean me... my soles were soooo sweaty today..." Amber giggled. Mark kept licking her soles, while Amber carried on with her playful teasing. Eventually, Amber said mischievously, "Don't forget to lick between my toes too... feels kinda funky in there," she teased, wiggling them near his eyes. Mark could see the gunk between her toes... still, with no hesitation, he began to lap it up, working his tongue between her toes.

"You're such a good doggy, Marky... my toes are already feeling cleaner!" Amber praised. Mark felt a swell of pride at her words -- even if she was calling him a dog -- and kept worshipping her feet for a few more minutes.

"Ok Marky-Mark... my feet are spotless now! Thank you!" Amber said, giving his cheek a playful smack with her foot. Then she got off him and lay beside him, her arm across his chest, her big eyes locked on his...

"Ewww, you reek of my feet, Mark..." Amber said mockingly. "Would you go wash your face?" Heart racing in anticipation of what may lie next, Mark rushed to her ensuite bathroom ("her parents must really be loaded," he thought again), thoroughly soaping and rinsing his face before gargling with her mouthwash -- doing everything he could to erase the stink....

When Mark left the bathroom, his eyes widened as he saw Amber lying in bed. "Come lie next to me, Marky..." Amber teased, tapping the space next to her lightly. Moments later, they lay facing, looking deeply into each other's eyes... "You're so cute, Mark, with your puppy eyes... I think it is time I give you what you've been hoping for..." Mark's heart skipped a beat, as Amber pushed him to his back, lay on top of him, and kissed Mark deeply on the lips... It was Mark's first kiss, and his euphoria was sky-high. Amber's tongue explored his mouth, and he did his best to keep up. It was a moment he'd never forget....

"Wow, Mark, you are quite the kisser!"

"You are so amazing, Amber..." Mark breathed, nearly tearing up.

They kissed a few more times... it may have been five, ten minutes... Mark wished time stood still and he would have spent the rest of his life kissing Amber, her body pressed against his... Eventually, Amber stopped for a moment.

"Did you enjoy me dominating you, Mark? I had a sneaky suspicion you would... but you've not been speaking very much, and I'd like to hear it from you..."

"It was incredible, Amber... I find you breathtaking, and I knew that you were likely much stronger than me... but I never imagined you completely overpowering me like this... It was exhilarating..." Mark confessed.

"I'm glad you feel like that, Mark." Amber smiled tenderly. "I've always been strong, often stronger than guys I played with... but they would always be defensive when I beat them at anything physical... For a long time, I've had this instinct to use my strength to take what I want... but I never found anyone I thought could handle it... until I found you..." Amber finished murmuring as she kissed him again. In between kisses...

"I enjoy you being dominant, Amber... you're the most extraordinary woman in my universe. I live to serve..." Mark said, trying to sound playful.

"I know," Amber replied with a calm smile.

They kissed and talked about their feelings, holding each other tightly, but not going any further... After a few hours, Amber knew her parents would be back soon, so she told Mark it was time to go. They said goodbye until next week...

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The weekend couldn't pass fast enough for Mark... He celebrated his birthday with his usual group of nerdy friends, who were all eager to hear about the statuesque new girl. He shared a little -- her name, her love of games and sports -- but kept the private stuff to himself. He wasn't sure what their status was and didn't want to make assumptions she wouldn't agree with.

Still, Mark's grin gave him away every time her name came up. She was his goddess, and he was lucky just to be near her. He couldn't help but wonder what her Miami trip was like -- and how amazing it would've been to be there with her.

They saw each other again in class on Monday. They talked like old friends -- whispering little jokes during breaks and stealing glances throughout the lessons. Amber was busy every day after school that week -- her sports schedule never stopped -- so they couldn't hang out.

Mark made it to Amber's swim meet on Tuesday, though. He even brought one of his friends along. Mark cheered his lungs out... When she won the 100-meter freestyle, she looked straight at him, pulled off her goggles, and waved. His heart skipped a beat.

On Thursday, Amber leaned in during math class and whispered, "You should come over Saturday. My parents will be out all day."

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As the clock struck 1:30, Mark started to get ready for his "date" with Amber. He showered, shaved, and made sure his breath was spearmint-fresh. She'd told him to come over by 3, and there was no way Mark would keep her waiting.

Just as he slipped his shirt on, a text popped up:

Amber: Hi Mark! Could you come over by 4 instead? Sorry, there's something I need to do before you get here.

Mark didn't mind. He would've shown up at midnight if she'd asked. He passed the time playing Street Fighter -- half-focused, half-lost in thoughts of what might come.

At 4:00, he knocked on her door.

"Hey big guy! Come on in!" Amber motioned him inside as she opened the door.

Amber had her hair in a ponytail, her face still flushed and damp. She wore loose sweats and a tight t-shirt that showed off her muscular arms.

"I needed to hit the gym before our hang... I feel so much energy! You should have seen my lifts!" She continued in an animated, but affectionate tone. "Hope you don't mind that I'm all sweaty... I didn't have time to shower before you arrived."

Mark didn't mind at all...

"Let's go to my bedroom... we can play again..." Amber commanded teasingly.

The mat was still set at the center of Amber's room... they got in, Amber locked the door, and put the key in her pocket. She walked over to a backpack near the mat, unzipped it, and pulled out a fresh bottle of water. "The gym got me thirsty," she said with a grin.

"Let's wrestle again!" Amber grinned, twirling a lock of hair and raising a brow. "I had so much fun last time. What do you say, Marky?"

"Sure, Amber!" Mark replied with a smile... he couldn't resist her...

"Let's be a bit more comfortable this time... Strip to your undies, Mark!" Upon giving that instruction, Amber took off her own top... as she raised her arms, Mark could see little drops of sweat on her hairy pits... It was glorious to see Amber without a shirt, her broad shoulders and tight stomach...

"C'mon Mark! Don't just gawk... strip too!" Mark obeyed at once, revealing his lean frame. Amber peeled off her pants next -- her legs just as muscular as he remembered... her calves seemed quite a bit hairier... she must not have shaved them since last week... they knelt facing each other at the center of the mat.

"No limit on falls... let's wrestle until we are tired of it!" Amber smiled confidently. Mark only nodded.

Over the next half an hour (was it more?) Amber put Mark to every hold conceivable... he tried to resist as much as he could, but she toyed with him like a rag-doll. Sometimes she locked him in inescapable holds and didn't apply much pressure, keeping him in place, savoring it... Other times, she made him submit repeatedly, effortlessly, to her pressure.

"Hope you don't mind the hairy legs, Marky... I don't like shaving and only do it for special occasions." Amber teased, holding his face between her calves... instead of responding, Mark simply kissed her hairy calves... "Smooth move, boy... It's good to feel your soft lips against my thick hairs..." Then, Amber switched her hold, mounting him and smothering his face with her pit. "Hope you like these too... they are very sweaty after all my benching today..." Mark couldn't answer, but he knew what to do... he stuck out his tongue and tasted her divine flavor... he lived in a sea of Amber...

After more rough-and-tumble, Amber settled into a schoolgirl pin and looked Mark deeply in the eyes.

"Did you like all of that?"

"I loved it, Amber, nothing I like better than to be under you!"

"I'm glad to hear that, Mark... I've always wanted to explore my dominant side, and you are perfect for that..." Amber said with a sincere smile.

"I'm exhausted though... probably will be sore for days. My body wasn't made to handle your strength..." Mark smiled warmly, confident that Amber liked him just the way he was.

"I know..." Amber smiled mysteriously as she sat back and straddled his lap. "There is something I have never told anyone that I'd like to tell you, Mark..."

Mark's curiosity was piqued...

"For a while, I thought I wanted to become a man... I feel dominant, I feel strong, and I associated these feelings with masculinity." Amber revealed in a calm but serious tone.

Mark was stunned by this revelation... Amber was so perfect, strong but feminine... he deeply hoped she would not become a man, but tried to express himself gently, as he placed his hand over her thigh.

"I respect whatever you choose to do, but you're so beautiful and powerful just the way you are..." Mark said, his voice trailing off.

"Thank you, Marky!" she beamed. "I've come to feel the same... I'm a woman and I'm strong! I don't need to be a man." Amber exclaimed, flexing her big biceps, "Look at the two of us... being a man doesn't always help that much in the strength department, haha" she continued playfully.

Mark was relieved to hear this, and reached out to cup Amber's biceps... when she continued...

"But you know... what I'd really want about being a guy is having a dick. A thick one. Just to feel the power of fucking someone with it..." Amber said, her big eyes staring down at Mark. Mark's eyes widened as he waited for her next words...

"It's a fun fantasy... but I don't think I could go through with it... Instead, I decided to get this big guy..." Amber reaches out to the backpack that was lying about close to the mat and takes out a big, hyper-realistic dildo...

"Look at my big cock, Mark! It's eight inches! Super realistic -- newest model I could find. Feels just like skin... touch it..." Amber demanded, bringing the dildo closer to Mark.

Mark was mesmerized by the dildo... It was huge -- way bigger than his own dick -- and felt shockingly real, just as Amber promised. "It's very realistic..." was all he could manage.

"Good you like it!" Amber said as he held the dildo. She got up and started to remove her underwear... Mark was frozen as she revealed her trimmed bush... were they about to have sex? His first time??

Amber grabbed lube and what looked like a strap-on from her backpack. One side had a smaller dildo, just as textured as the other. She coated it quickly, secured the harness around her waist, and slid the smaller end into her pussy, moaning softly. Mark just stared, frozen... until his first coherent thought finally broke through. Amber sat back on his lap, straddling him.

"Why are you putting on this strap-on, Amber??" Mark asked, fear in his voice...

"Why do you think, silly? Because I'm going to fuck you with it!" Amber said firmly, as she rubbed lube on the bigger dildo.

"I don't want you to fuck me with that big dildo, Amber!!" Mark protested, getting very emotional...

"But I do, and I will!" Amber answered, staring into his eyes, as she secured the large dildo to her strap-on.

Adrenaline at a max from fear of the big dildo entering his ass, Mark fought with all his might to dislodge Amber... She tried to keep him down with one hand, as she finished securing the dildo... but he got her a little off-balance and managed to squeeze himself from under her... Mark ran for his life... but the door was locked... He hit the door multiple times, but it wouldn't give... Mark turned to face Amber, back glued to the door...

"Looking for this, Marky-boy?" Amber teased, keys jingling in her hand. She stood calmly, her big dick proudly erect on her strap-on.

Mark knew he had no escape, so he begged, "Please, Amber, please don't do this... I can't take it."

Amber closed the gap to Mark with two confident strides and easily subdued his flailing arms... "You will take it just fine, Marky-boy..." She grabbed hold of Mark and dragged him to bed, her strap-on pressing against his lower back...

Using her body to hold him in place, Amber bent Mark, face down, at the edge of her bed... She lowered his boxer briefs to the ground and touched his soft behind, "I love your cheeks, Marky-boy, will love to press against them..." Amber breathed, aroused.

"Please, Amber, no..." Mark cried -- but it was too late. Her eight-inch cock drove into his untouched hole, her pelvis pounding against his soft behind. Mark screamed in pain, "Stooopp, pleeease, heeeelp!"

Amber didn't stop. "No one can hear you, Mark... and I'm done with all this shouting." She clamped a hand over his mouth.

"You are mine, Mark... I will use you, I'll abuse you, you will take it, you will like it..." Amber whispered commandingly in his ear. As she continued to pound him, Mark felt her synthetic cock... expanding??? "This dildo is a new marvel, Marky... it thickens with every thrust, becomes more erect, just like a real cock..." Amber breathed in his ear, her voice dripping with lust. "It fills you better this way..."

As Amber kept plowing into him, her arousal mounting with every thrust, Mark's hole gradually adjusted to her big cock. The pain didn't vanish, but something else was starting to take over... Her quads pressed rhythmically into his hamstrings, her pelvis pounding against his backside, her chest pressed firmly to his back, arms holding him in place, breath hot in his ear. Amber was immense, overwhelming... and Mark felt himself harden beneath her. Her hand uncovered his mouth, but he didn't scream no more. She explored his body as she drove deeper, pausing when she felt his stiffness.

"Look what's going on down here... someone is enjoying the ride..." Amber teased... Her thrusts and her moans grew faster... until she came, violently, and collapsed over Mark. Both caught their breath, her big cock still filling his hole...

"That was amazing, Mark... just like in my fantasies..." Mark didn't know how to reply, but enjoyed the feel of her weight on him... "But I still have some energy in the tank, and I know of a little guy that needs to be taken care of..." Amber's dick left his hole, she grabbed Mark, and pushed him into the bed, laying him on his back, his head resting on her pillow. Amber spread his legs and held his hands. Her nine-inch cock slid back into him... Mark winced, but didn't resist. Looking deep into his eyes, Amber said...

"You are so cute and soft, Mark, it makes me so wet to think about taking you..." Amber confessed... Then, as she rhythmically thrust into him, Amber kissed Mark... a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue filling his mouth. Mark's feelings were overwhelming, his heart pounding like mad...

"Do you like it, Mark? Do you like being my fuck toy?" Amber asked softly.

"Yes, Amber... you can do whatever you want with me," Mark whispered.

Amber picked up the pace, sweat from her face falling into his, her tight stomach pressing against his member... Both of them grunted, both of them moaned... Mark came first, a massive load erupting into her stomach... then it was Amber's turn to explode, letting out a primal growl...

Amber finally unpinned Mark and lay beside him, her arm over his chest. Looking deeply into his eyes, she asked...

"What's next?"

THE END??