"A Walk on the Wild Side"

by Stacy Barehugger

Brief Description:

With some hesitation, a strong female intercollegiate wrestler challenges a lesbian champion of competitive nude oilwrestling.

Sharon felt confident that she could win the $3000 prize if she entered a local underground club's lesbian oilwrestling contest, but there was a slight problem - she wasn't entirely sure if she really WAS a lesbian. Still a young adult, Sharon had never actually had a lesbian relationship. On the other hand, she had never had a heterosexual relationship either. She had been too shy and too confused about her sexual orientation to commit herself to any kind of relationship. She seemed fairly content just to absorb herself in a combination of athletics and academia in high school and, more recently, in college. She was a model of fitness - bronzed and muscular yet possessing unmistakably feminine curves and long, flowing blonde hair. She was also an excellent wrestler - winning most of her intercollegiate matches against both men and women. It was only when she started to feel certain inner pangs during her matches with other women - and not men - that she suspected that she might be a lesbian - or at least someone with a few unrealized lesbian inclinations.

Sharon knew she felt on some levels physically attracted to other women, yet she feared what might happen if she entered the contest and her opponent managed to pin her and force sex upon her - and in public no less. On first considering this possibility, Sharon felt that it would not be the way she wanted to "come out of the closet" or lose her "virginity". She feared that she might panic in such a situation. After all, she had watched the championship fight of the last contest. She was amazed at how fast and how sexually aggressive the woman who would become champion was. The champion - calling herself Lacey - had exhausted her opponent and had practically made a sexual plaything out of her - holding her and toying with her as the defeated woman apparently reached the glassy-eyed bliss of involuntary, spastic orgasm. Sharon respected Lacey not as some mere sexual performer but as an adept competitive wrestler. On the other hand, Sharon noted that Lacey's physique - while impressively muscled - seemed nevertheless to lack the size and strength of her own. On both a competitive and sexual level, Sharon felt a certain curiosity about Lacey - and a strong desire to satisfy her curiosity by wrestling the woman.

After much consideration, Sharon finally made up her mind. She decided that she did not fear the smaller woman who was the defending champion. She decided that the audience - consisting mostly of people who paid more than a few pretty pennies to attend the underground club - would likely consist of no one she would know or feel embarrassed to wrestle in front of. She decided that the wrestling match would be an excellent way for her to test herself out - to find out whether indeed she was a lesbian. She also decided that she could really use a shot at the $3000 prize. And so, Sharon's final decision was to enter the contest.

Despite some lingering doubts about her lesbianism, in some deep part of her, Sharon realized that she was, indeed, physically attracted to the defending champion - a raven-black-haired, brown-skinned beauty slightly more tanned than herself. She wondered if this was a rare opportunity for a sexual experiment she might otherwise be too shy to initiate herself. There was also an undeniable sweetness in the suspense of not knowing whether she could actually defeat Lacey - and a curiosity to find out. Sharon suspected that she would blame herself in the future if she missed an opportunity to know what it would be like to wrestle nude and in oil with such a woman as Lacey. Of course, there was a chance she might have to wrestle someone other than Lacey if the judges did not think her application to be worthy of a match with the champion. Still, that could be fun too she thought - although the monetary prize would not be nearly as much as the $3000 first prize.

The votes had come in. Out of all the entries, Sharon was selected as the best woman to be the champion's challenger. The judges at the club loved her picture, her wrestling credentials, and when they interviewed her - they loved her in person as well. Sharon was happy, but nervous about how things were turning out. The match was only a few days away. Sharon kept her mind on preparing for the match and worked out at the gym. The match, after all, was not to be any simple, fake sexual performance. It was to be an actual competitive best two-out-of-three fall match where a fall could be gained from either a submission hold or else a wildly intimate crotch-to-crotch hip-grinding cum-producing pin!

The night of the big event had finally arrived. Lacey was announced as the defending champion, and she stepped proudly onto a large oiled-up mat to the cheers of mostly men and the screams of a few female spectators. Sharon was announced as the challenger and stepped on the mat at the opposite side to where Sharon was - nervously allowing a smile to acknowledge the cheers that had apparently continued for her. The mat sections had been laid about on a sunken floor in a recess custom-made to accommodate anything from a dance floor that the patrons could use to a stage used by rock bands or strippers. Lights and eyes surrounded the two wrestlers from all sides.

Lacey took off her towel to reveal her naked body. Sharon barely heard the hoots and hollers of the crowd as she become mesmerized in the spectacle of her opponent. Lacey's body seemed displaced to Sharon - as if the sun shone on her while in the background, everything was dark as night except for the lights. Lacey picked up a bottle of oil and began applying the liquid to her skin. Sharon observed how Lacey seemed to become more muscular and ripped as more oil was applied and accentuated her physique. Sharon suddenly felt that familiar pang - a feeling in her vagina, as if her pussy desired to swallow Lacey whole. It was enough to jolt Sharon from the distraction. Best not to get too mesmerized, Sharon thought. Time to focus on the task at hand.

Sharon took her towel off and revealed her naked body to the cheering crowd. She expected to feel cool, but the lights felt warm to her skin like sunshine. Sharon allowed herself another look at Lacey's glistening oil-soaked body. Sharon thought of Lacey's brown, sleek body as if it was delicious caramel. Sharon then became more analytical - noting that perhaps Lacey's physique was not so much smaller and weaker than hers as she had first thought. Lacey's legs, for instance, looked to be big and strong enough to compare to Sharon's own - big and strong enough to perhaps crush a woman, or a man, to death. Those legs would have to be avoided, Sharon thought. Then, a shocking thought occurred to Sharon. Lacey just might be the strongest person she has ever had to face in a wrestling match.

After finishing her survey of Lacey's body, Sharon decided to search for the soul behind her opponent's eyes. The eyes seemed to mirror the search - as if it was Sharon's turn to be eyed up and down. They were the eyes of a tigress eyeing her prey - hungry and lusting. The tigress was smacking her lips now, and it had become obvious to both women that they both were taking an interest in each other's bodies. The same display of lust had not been lost on the audience as they hooted and hollered with excitement - encouraging Sharon, now, to oil herself up as well. When Sharon managed to oil herself around her crotch area, she could not help but notice that Lacey was eyeing that area and smacking her lips once again. Sharon wondered just where Lacey thought she was going to put that ambitious-looking tongue of hers. Sharon managed to take her time oiling herself up and give the impression of being cool and collected, but her heart secretly pounded inside of her chest. She wasn't completely sure of what she had got herself into.

Sharon had always felt in control of her wrestling matches, but this time she wasn't sure. How would she react, she wondered, if she felt herself losing control to Lacey? She remembered seeing how Lacey had once won a fall against her challenger. The poor girl was just too stunned and stubborn to tap out of Lacey's sleeper hold. She just clawed at Lacey's oil-slick forearm until she passed out - looking all the while as if she was being stretched out to the point of being ripped apart. Sharon wondered if Lacey would rip her apart - or if just the anticipation of the match would rip her apart first.

The two women were told to meet each other in the middle of the mat on their knees. This way was safer than risking a fall and collision on the slippery mat. The ground grappling would be just that - grappling kept close to the ground. The closer the two women got to each other, the more Sharon's heart pounded. She felt as if she might faint. At last, the bell sounded, and Sharon, still somewhat in a daze, found herself being engulfed in a tight bearhug quickly applied by Lacey. Finally, Sharon felt a certain calm. She allowed herself a moment to savor the velvety smooth, warm flesh-on-flesh feeling of breast being thrust against heaving breast and muscle rippling against muscle. She savored the moment, yet she did not lose her focus in keeping Lacey from moving her - at least for now. She was finally in the thick of a wrestling match - standing her ground, and although the feel of a naked woman against her was a bit different than usual, she began to feel much as she did in intercollegiate competition. In other words, she began to feel that she was in her element.

Lacey grunted and applied pressure to the bearhug, but Sharon, without making a sound, just allowed herself to relax and absorb the force. Sharon reminded herself that this was a submission-style match - not the usual free-style she had fought before. She had never fought a submission match before, but she had watched a few matches of judo and jujitsu with some interest and felt that she could adapt quickly to being involved in a fight like that. She didn't feel that she was quite ready to sex-pin her opponent yet however - so she thought about moving towards a submission move. With her arms free, Sharon wrapped them around Lacey's head and neck in an attempt to choke her out. Lacey, realizing that her bearhug was having little effect, tried to return the attack with her own headlock choke on Sharon. Lacey drove into Sharon and both women crashed to the mat on their sides.

Sharon finally decided it was time to go for a pin - even if it meant initiating a crotch-to-crotch encounter. She managed get her legs between Lacey's and pin the champion - breast-on-stomach, but Lacey defended herself by sliding her legs up and around Sharon's hips and torso and scissoring in the so-called "guard position." Sharon gasped in surprised. Even though she had noted how strong Lacey's legs appeared, she still did not expect so much tremendous force in so little time from a smaller woman. How, Sharon wondered, could she possibly get her pussy close to Lacey's when Lacey was so adept at putting distance between them in the guard position. Still, Sharon toughed out the hold, and for a time the two women seemed like a motionless bronzed fusion of flesh. Lacey's scissors hold proved to be no where near as effective as Sharon's choke - a hold which had been worked in for a longer time and with greater strength than Lacey's. It came as no surprise, therefore, when Lacey finally tapped out. Sharon was happy with winning the first fall, but the match was hardly over.

Round two started like a thunderbolt as Lacey, with fierce aggressiveness, rammed her body into Sharon's with a wet thud and drove her into a grapevine pin. Sharon was in awe - realizing that her opponent had been lighting fast to pin not only her torso but her wrists to the mat as well. Sharon wondered, however, why Lacey hadn't simply gone for the crotch-against-crotch pin, but then thought that perhaps Lacey wanted to weaken her first in the grapevine. Sharon was weakening a bit - not so much from the pressure of the grapevine which didn't seem to hurt too badly - but from trying unsuccessfully to escape the tight pin. Finally Sharon sensed that Lacey was trying to make her way farther up Sharon's body - trying to go for a sex-pin. Sharon panicked a little - but not so much because she felt afraid, as she once expected to be, of the other woman's vagina rubbing up against hers, but simply because she did not want to lose a fall. Sharon wriggled her hands free of Lacey's - a normally difficult task made a little easier because of the slippery nature of the oil. Sharon then used all of her might to catch Lacey in a headlock and keep her from moving further up. Sharon burst out in another quick and energetic move and slipped out of the headlock and swung her body 180 degrees on top of Sharon's so as to catch Sharon in a headscissors. The tight chokehold took Sharon by surprise. She struggled to escape - grappling against Lacey's muscular legs and knees.

Sharon gained some leverage and relieved the pressure - but not enough to escape. In what seemed to be an endless struggle to escape a fleshy trap, Sharon all at once sensed something - something sharp and shocking. She felt it light up her whole nervous system like a Christmas tree - much like a sharp pain might do, yet it wasn't pain . It was something else - some type of pleasure that Sharon had never experienced in her whole life. It was then and there that Sharon realized that her vagina and Lacey's tongue were engaged in a bit of a wrestling match of their own. Sharon realized such a match would be a losing one for her as she felt herself losing energy and focus with the ongoing stimulation. She felt like she might panic except that there was not enough energy in her body to panic. She tried to focus on prying Lacey's legs apart, but she felt herself becoming asphyxiated and pleasured all at the same time. Realizing she had no energy left except for what might be needed to tap out, Sharon did just that.

It was ironic that in her exhausted, seemingly near-dead state, Sharon had never felt so alive. She felt Lacey release her hold and leave, but then through eyes too tired to focus, she saw Lacey's face appear and felt the unmistakable feeling of a passionate kiss from female lips. Then, she saw Lacey being pulled away from her by the referee. Lacey had a cocky smirk on her face. "You can't win, Goldie" she announced with complete confidence to Sharon. Sharon loved her opponent's killer attitude and her primal way of fighting. The more dangerous Sharon felt Lacey might be, the more unmistakably horny she felt toward her. Perhaps, she thought, that might help her win the match.

The last round had started. Sharon found herself on the defensive as Lacey seemed to be everywhere at once - all over her. Lacey seemed to have revenge in her eyes - revenge stemming from her defeat in the last fall. Sharon fought bravely - using her strength and the slippery oil to slip out of everything from scissors and headlocks to full nelsons and even a sleeper hold that almost put Sharon out. She feared that Lacey was just too quick to be defeated. Sharon knew that her strength was waning and she hadn't even been able to put up an offense of any sort. She knew she either had to conserve her energy by putting up less of a defense or go for broke with an offense. Her mind, nearly in a panic, searched for a way. Was she being too afraid of Lacey? - too afraid to get so close to her that it might become sexual?

Perhaps, Sharon thought, she WASN'T really the fighter she once thought herself to be - a woman afraid of no other. Perhaps it was time to accept facts. Perhaps it was time to stop fighting a useless fight - even if it meant being humiliated and raped. If she was a lesbian, Sharon thought, then at least she might somehow enjoy her own defeat.

Something in Sharon deeper than thought cried out in protest. Some ancient, proud force refused to bow down to defeat. It was enough to inspire Sharon to make a purely instinctual move - a move that took Lacey by surprise and in some ways, Sharon even moreso. Like some lesbian rapist, Sharon embraced Lacey, kissed her full on the lips and then muscled her down to the mat. Sharon thought it would be best to weaken Lacey using her superior upper body strength in a bearhug - perhaps even winning the match that way. It was a prolonged bearhug and both women grunted and groaned in effort, with Sharon hugging Lacey while Lacey struggled to break free - her arms trapped to her sides. Sharon found once again that Lacey was tougher than she had first thought - as Lacey seemed to tolerate the hug forever. Sharon felt herself becoming tired, and her opponent, struggling less - becoming tired as well. She felt that if the match was going to end in her favor, now was the time, and there was only one way. Sharon never would have pictured herself in a thousand years to be a lesbian sexual aggressor, but here she was - almost toying with her opponent - hugging her and kissing her and placing her vagina over top that of her opponent. Both women seemed all at once shocked and relieved by the sensation - letting out a mutual sigh. The sex-pin wasn't complete until the aggressor could produce cum on her vagina - either her own or her opponent's - and although Sharon felt that she was in some ways already "wet" - she wanted to go all the way so that there was no confusion as to who the winner would be. She intended to go all the way to her opponent's sexual exhaustion, and something told her that it would not be satisfying unless her own sexual exhaustion was reached as well. It would be a fight to the end - a fight worthy of the Amazons.

The sexual act seemed to be just as competitive as any sort of traditional wrestling, and the two women passionately went at it muscle slip-sliding against rippling muscle. Sharon's muscles in particular came alive as she assumed her dominance. Without being ashamed or unsure, she knew she was a lesbian now. She felt liberated. Her confidence soared. Lacey valiantly struggled to break free, but it was becoming clear that Lacey's own lust and enjoyment of the sexual contact was overriding her will to fight. Both women lost themselves in lust and devoured each other mouth to mouth and crotch to crotch. Sharon rested her body on Lacey's while vigorously hip-grinding her, and Lacey offered less and less resistance. Both women stared glassy-eyed and cheek-to-cheek out to an enraptured, silent audience. Finally, in one defining moment, Sharon hugged Lacey against her - but more as a lover than as a competitor - and both women achieved orgasm at roughly the same time. The two females shuddered and then collapsed against each other - looking for some time like a motionless sculpture of two Amazon warriors fused together - but in love more than in battle. Sharon did not have to get up and let the judges see that cum was produced, because Lacey - now weakly smiling and hugging Sharon - volunteered a tap-out to officially concede her defeat. Sharon intuitively understood the hug to mean that Lacey was expressing a certain kinship, and did not want to be let go of just yet. Sharon happily obliged and stayed with her.

The two women gently embraced and passionately kissed each other. To wild applause, Sharon was announced as the winner and new champion. She would collect the $3000 prize that night, but that wasn't the only prize for her. She would not have traded the adventurous experience that she had allowed herself for the world. Nor would she have traded the chance to attain a new realization and comfort about herself, her sexual orientation, and her passions. Last but not least of what she valued from her experience was her worthy opponent - a woman who had become her friend ... and lover.