Loving a Strong Woman by DixieBell..,
It’s been a while, and I been out because of health issues.. This is a new kind of story for me, I am dipping my toe into writing a romance story with a slightly different set of characters. I hope you like it; I am not 100% sure where this story is going to go. Feedback is always welcome if it’s constructive, if it is not your cup of tea, I understand. I run several grammar editors to try to catch everything, and my editing skills are still a work in progress.
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Loving a Strong Woman
Chapter 1. Trying to survive a Dominate woman
Alison was six foot six of muscle and athletic softball goddess. She had raven black hair, long legs, pouty lips and emerald, green eyes, and a jealous, possessive attitude to match them. She was a freak of nature, in more ways than one. She was standing in my dorm doorway, staring down at me, with two cups of coffee and her purse over her shoulder.
My dorm mate, raced to cover himself as shot him a glare that sent most people stepping, Stephen was no different. Though being honest, Stephen worshiped Alison as if he had discovered a lost femdom goddess in real life. “Wake your ass up, Jas.” She demanded. I blinked and could hear people from the hall peeking in till they saw Alison and doors could be heard quietly shutting.
I looked over and saw my clock showed 7 am on a fall Saturday morning. “Shesh Alison, can’t I at least sleep in a little?”
“Fuck Stephen did you keep him up all night playing video games?” She stepped in and forced her voice down. Putting a coffee down, on Stephen’s side. Stephen was my gamer nerd dorm mate, he was so feminine I hard time at times believing he was a guy. Alison and he hit it off.
“No, he crashed soon as he got in.” Stephen seized the cup of coffee. He was in a thin, and I mean thin boy with just enough fat to give him tiny puffy boy boobs, and no muscle definition. Since coming to college, his inner femboy had developed especially since he met Alison. She had the demanding presence and the body to back it up. She also was my self-proclaimed girlfriend.
I listened to them, girl talk about me as I pulled the sheet back over my head. “Alison, just five more minutes. I was having a really nice dream of a hot tub and six naked women.”
I heard Stephen “eep.” Poking the bear, was probably not the best idea and no one other than myself could probably get away with it. “I had better been one of those women,” she demanded, then sat her two hundred pound ass on my legs.
She was not fat, Alison had never been fat, maybe bloated once a blue moon, but she was a genetic freak from birth. She was a year older than me, but ever since she moved in next door, we have been inseparable. Before she was twelve, she made my life a living hell, bullying me and treating me like her personal bitch boy. It was that summer we had the worst tornado storm our town had ever experienced. It was around five just before most parents had gotten home. The siren went off when Alison and I were having one of the usual brawls. She was holding me down, making me say uncle as she showed me the proper application of the cross face crippler, we were neighbors after all. She started home, but I grabbed her and drug her into our underground storm shelter. The old shelter was dark, had spiders, and as huge rain drops fell, my ears popped as I lead her down, calling her a chicken if she wussed out. As hell broke loose outside that metal door, I held her and we stayed that way till later that night our parents found us asleep and safe in the storm shelter. Both of our houses were just gone, as a f5 had dropped a new ground disk through our neighborhood, making our block look like a plowed field. A year later, Alison walked up to me thumped my chest and said, “you are my boyfriend”, right in front of my seventh-grade class. It has been seven years since, I am still wondering a couple of what I have yet to figure out.
“Shesh Alison, your boney butt does not go there.” I rolled under her, and her eyes flash a glint of anger.
“Oh, boney is it?” She ground her butt on my hips and crotch as Stephen let a laugh escape.
“You two are cute. I can’t believe you two aren’t married.” The off handed comment stopped everything.
Alison looked down at me, she froze. “He never asked.” She turned to me, “now get up. We have stuff to do today before our parents visit for the game this afternoon.”
“What is there to do? We live in a dorm, you in the girls athletic dorm, me here. Not like I am going to bring them here.” I looked over at Stephen, “no offense.”
“None taken, I am ashamed every time my parents visit and see your side of the room.” He smiled, happy with his shot.
“Nice one,” I lifted and threw a pillow at him. “I can’t help it I have no cleaning genes in me.”
“I could let you borrow some,” He winked at Alison, who giggled.
Alison was beautiful, she was much a part of my life as a girl could be. She was my first kiss, my first well everything. Her only weakness was she was always taller than everyone, even most boys till puberty allowed a few basketball players to pass her. Being a tall girl, made her feel insecure, something I refused to let her be around me. Her mom and dad were both tall and lean, her mom was a cross-country runner, her dad a former d-1 college basketball player. I was short and plain vanilla by comparison.
“Not until I do.” She smiled with a mischievous grin.
Her hand rubbed my chest. “Her chest,” she called it. Everything on me was hers according to her. “I ceased being my separate identity somewhere around our junior year. The giggles of her short boyfriend, or her amazon stature was a constant. But she owned it and flaunted it. Her right hook was as solid as any guy’s as well. She was made this way, period. She took birth control for cramps like every other girl at the school did wore dresses that looked too short, and jeans that looked painted on just like every other normal girl, and we all looked up to her.
“Fine, get off me.” I squirmed as trying to get up. Alison sighed and stood up and sat on the corner of Stephen’s bed.
“He has a nice butt, doesn’t he?” she poked Stephen.
“It is not his butt I look at this early in the morning.” They giggled, Alison gave a playful elbow to him.
“I knew it you only love me for my dick.” Trying to salvage some manhood.
“My dick.” Alison corrected. “And it is definitely a perk.” Stephen agreed.
I shook my head; them talking was making my cock stir. I turned to give them a show, letting hang out in all of its flaccid glory. Alison smiled and put her hand over Stephen’s eyes, pushing him back as she went to her knees.
“Mistress…” Stephen whined and watched as she grabbed my hips and buried my cock in her mouth.
“Mmm about time.” She moaned, pulling me deeper into her mouth. I smiled. We were constantly in trouble once puberty hit us. She spent so much time sneaking to my house or pulling me into closets at school. Just like then she was on her knees sucking me. Her mouth in that perfect cheek caved suck, eyes looking up at me, and thoroughly enjoying it. Grabbing my hips forcing me to fuck her face as I grabbed her raven locks. There was no use fighting it, I really loved her mouth, and how she ravished my cock. Right now, she was sucking out all of her frustrations of me not being ready. I saw Stephen sliding his hand in his shorts and rubbing his cock.