I managed to get a girl who works at a bowling alley to agree to dinner and then successfully convinced her to let me drive her home. She was one of the rare people who could keep up with my pro-wrestling talk, so our conversation flowed easily and I enjoyed her company. Though her type was simply muscular guys, that was fine—anyone who likes muscles probably enjoys sex too. My well-built physique became my winning weapon. Letting her touch my muscles got her excited and put me at ease. But when I tried to touch her breasts, she got angry. That's when I showed off my hard-earned muscular body. I started taking off my clothes to turn her on, and soon she began slipping out of her clothes too. Was my plan working? Was I finally going to have sex? Then I was stunned by her body—perfect breasts, a coke-bottle waist, a lean stomach with no excess fat, and an ass that taunted me. Her incredible figure overshadowed even my muscular build. We crashed into each other like wrestlers, sweating through an intense, passionate sex session.