[In a continuation of “Swimming Lessons” and “Apartment Wrestling”, Rachel and Janine learn some of the erotic aspects of wrestling.]
Chapter 8 - Movie Night
The week passed quickly, and Saturday night arrived before I knew it. This time, I left the living room furniture in place as we weren’t planning on wrestling - just videos. But I had discovered a new website that I wanted to show Janine. The doorbell rang precisely at 7:00, the anointed time - a good sign.
Janine entered, carrying a bag of snacks under one arm and two videos in the other. I relieved her of the videos and placed them by the VCR in the living room. My tapes hadn’t arrived yet, and maybe it was just as well for tonight, considering what they contained. In the meantime, Janine headed for the kitchen, dropping the snacks on the counter area. She pulled open the refrigerator for inspection. “Ummm… you got the good stuff!!” she said, grabbing a bottle and popping off the top.
“Yeah, you know me, nothing but the best,” I replied. We had agreed to split the cost for the evening, Janine supplying the snacks, and me supplying the beer. I had splurged a bit on the beer, but so what. But then Janine pulled out the snacks and I saw that she had splurged, as well. There were two snack trays, one with shrimp cocktail and the other with a homemade tray of veggies on top of some sort of sauce. “Wow!” was all I could say as I grabbed one of the shrimps and slathered it in cocktail sauce.
We gobbled up some of the goodies as we made small talk. I told her about the website I’d found, so we decided to try that first and order some pizza later.
Janine was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. We hadn’t talked about what to we might wear tonight, and I guess that was appropriate since we weren’t going to be wrestling anyway. I was wearing the usual jean-shorts with a sports bra under a T-shirt. I could tell that Janine had a bra of some sort under her shirt and scolded myself for checking her out. We moved out of the kitchen over to the PC, bringing the snacks with us.
“So, what is this website you’ve been talking about?” asked Janine excitedly.
“It turns out there are other women out there who like to wrestle for fun - just like us! Look here,” I said as I brought up Emma’s site. “This women openly talks about wrestling with other women just for fun. Look at her rules.”
We looked at Emma’s rules and saw the emphasis was on fun, and experience wasn’t really necessary. It sounded just like us. Then Janine noticed something further down the list. “So, she’s interested in these areas - catfight, apartment style wrestling, and oil matches. Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that. How does she set that up?”
“You’ll see,” I replied. “It’s in the ‘matches’ area.” We spent some time looking around, noticing that she had a fine padded mat for wrestling & catfighting, and an inflatable pool for oil matches & water fights. And, it looked like she and her various opponents were having a very good time, smiling at each other almost constantly as they wrestled in various ways.
“That could be fun,” I said tentatively as we scanned some of the topless oil photos.
“Yeah, it could,” she said.
We moved on to a few other sites, but it was enough for us to know that there were other women like us out there - just wrestling for the fun of it. We ordered a pizza and settled in on the couch. Janine had the remote.
“I’ve watched both of these tapes a few times. The first tape has four matches, but two of them are much better than the others. I already set the tape to a good starting point.”
We started to watch the first match, with Janine narrating once in a while. She really liked to hog the remote, backing up and fast-forwarding whenever she wanted, and it was starting to annoy me. But the action was intense enough that I put it aside. The two women were in a ‘schoolgirl pins only’ match wearing bluejeans and T-shirts. “Geez, this looks awfully familiar,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s why I bought it. But notice how hard it is for either one to get a pin. They seem to escape almost effortlessly. They are very talented wrestlers,” Janine explained knowingly.
“I can see…” I replied somewhat mesmerized by the action. Before I knew it, the doorbell rang. As I opened the door, the pizza-boy looked us over intently, seeing the snacks and beer, asking, “Need any company?”
“No thanks, our boyfriends will be back with the rest of the treats in a few minutes,” I replied politely, making sure he wouldn’t return later.
“What a pain!” Janine complained after he’d left. “Can’t guys just leave you alone once in a while?”
“Yeah, I know. C’mon, let’s watch the second match and eat the pizza,” I prodded gently.
The second match was a submissions only match, wearing bikinis. There were many scissors holds to the waist, chest and head. The two women were evenly matched. They grunted and groaned as they wore each other down. The final fall was evenly contested, with the blond woman eking out a win with a schoolgirl pin / smother hold. I’ll admit that it looked kind of exciting. But Janine just kept on messing with the remote, showing the hold repeatedly - fast one time and then slow the next, which I found very, very irritating.
“Give me that thing!” I told her, “before you piss me off good.”
“Take it from me if you can,” she taunted.
The remote went flying as I leaped onto her. We rolled all around trying to get away and grab the remote. But neither of us would release the other long enough to grab it. Then Janine pushed me aside and went for the remote. I recovered quickly and grabbed her by the neckline of her T-shirt. Before I knew it, her shirt came flying off over her head and I was left holding it in my hand.
Janine grabbed the remote, and then turned to face me. She was wearing a purple bikini top - not a bra. “You lose this time,” she said. “I get the remote for now.”
Then I looked at her swimsuit top more clearly. “Hey, isn’t that the same swimsuit you wore for our first match at the Y?” I asked.
“Yup, one and the same. I’ve got the bottoms on under my jeans, too,” she replied with a meaningful smile.
“Just a minute,” I replied, darting into my bedroom. I pulled all the dresser drawers out, frantically searching for my Day-Glow orange bikini. I turned and saw that Janine was watching from the door. I didn’t let that stop me as I slipped off my T-shirt and sports bra, replacing them with the orange bikini top. Janine didn’t bother to turn away as I did so. Janine had already slipped off her jeans, standing there looking very striking in her purple bikini.
Next I slid off my shorts. There were no panties to remove. Janine continued to watch as I slid into my orange bikini bottoms. It hadn’t bothered me that she had watched. In fact, I had actually enjoyed it!
We returned to the living room. Janine slipped in the other tape and we returned to the couch, Janine controlling the remote again.
“After the next match is over, we’ll wrestle for control of the remote. OK?” she asked.
“It’s a deal!” I replied.
“And no complaining about how I use it!”
“OK, OK,” I muttered in reply.
Janine explained that the wrestlers on this tape were novices, wrestling topless. I admit I was pretty interested to see them wrestle that way. She explained that again, two of the matches were better than the others. I moved the coffee table and pizza out of the way as she pressed the play button on the remote. Two moderately built women appeared on the mat, one blond and the other brunette, already having shed their tops. Their breasts shimmied side-to-side as they approached each other to lock up. I was totally transfixed to the screen as they grappled. As they paused before starting the final round, I noticed Janine was equally enthralled by the action, so much so that she hadn’t even been messing with the remote.
“Pause for a second… OK?” I asked.
Janine relented, pausing the action.
“Did you notice a difference this time, other than the obvious?”
“Yeah. They were smiling and laughing - having a good time. Not like the ‘pros’, who were only intent on winning the match.”
“Yeah. I saw it too. Let’s not ever get so good that we forget to have fun,” I told her.
“I doubt that’ll be a problem for you,” teased Janine.
I leaped at her and the battle was on. I wanted to get even for that remark. I grabbed at her arm, trying to wrest the remote from her grip. All I managed to do was to press the play button, resuming the action where it had left off.
We rolled around on the couch, our legs tangled within each other’s. I grabbed the remote from her, and then she grabbed it away from me. The remote finally popped free and slid beneath the cracks of the couch. Janine pushed me to the floor and jumped on top of me. She started moving upwards on my body obviously going for a schoolgirl pin. I quickly bridged, arching my back, tossing her to the side. I rolled with her, landing on top, ensnaring her legs in a grapevine pin. It was very sensuous having Janine captured this way, crotch against crotch, breasts against breasts, legs totally intertwined. I counted her out, “One-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three.” But I didn’t release her right away. I just stared into her eyes, letting her know I had mastered her. Then I let her go and took control of the remote as the video match reached its finale.
We grabbed a couple more beers and I started the next video. This was the last match we planned to watch tonight. The women were absolutely stunning, wearing only thongs. They were about 5'2" or 5'3" in height, thin other than their robust busts and completely tanned all over, at least as far as I could tell. They looked kind of excited to get started, but were fairly tentative in their moves once they did.
This match was much more spirited than the last one, with the action very fast paced. The women clearly had some experience, but nothing like the earlier tape. Again, I noticed that they were very definitely enjoying themselves as the wrestled around - laughing, smiling, giggling even as the made the guttural sounds of exertion. And when that made full frontal contact with their breasts, I imagined doing the same with Janine. Did we dare?? What would she think?? I believed I knew the answer, but tonight might not be the right time. The evening was almost over, and we were both tired from the food and beer. Just one more little tussle would be enough, I figured, as the tape reached its conclusion.
Before I knew it, Janine lay down with her back on my lap and grabbed for the remote. I stuffed it into the couch crack, and then pressed my chest onto hers as she lay on my lap. Our hands met and clasped. We rolled off the couch and onto the floor, vying for position for some time. We were both tired, and it didn’t take long for a finale. Janine sat on me, holding my arms down, but not in a Schoolgirl pin. It was more of a classic pin, and I was too tired to get away. Janine counted me out, “One-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three.”
It was time for Janine to leave, and we made small talk while we cleaned up, still wearing our bikinis. I noticed that Janine had red welts on her knees and elbows. Then I looked at myself and saw the same.
“Ouch! Look at the rug burns on our knees and elbows!” I proclaimed. “We can’t keep wrestling this way or we’ll be a bloody mess.”
“Yeah, so I noticed. We should get a proper wrestling mat like Emma’s,” she replied
“But how should we do it? Wanna go halves or something?” I asked.
“Let’s go shopping during the week. I’m sure we can figure something out,” Janine replied assuredly.
Before Janine left, we set up a ‘shopping date’ for after work Wednesday in hopes of finding a nicely padded wrestling mat.
Chapter 9 – Shopping
On Wednesday, we met for a light dinner at the mall food court, and then turned our attention to finding a wrestling mat. We entered one of the sporting good stores.
“I don’t think it would be a such good idea to ask for a wrestling mat,” Janine advised. “They might wonder what we were going to do with it. And, I’m not sure I want to advertise about our matches.”
“Yeah, I replied. “They probably don’t call them wrestling mats anyway. Let’s just look for exercise mats and figure out what’s best.”
We looked around, comparing prices at several stores before settling on one of them. Actually, it was two of them. We each bought a 6' x 12' exercise mat with excellent padding & resiliency. Plus they had Velcro along the long sides so they could be fastened together to form a 12' x 12' wrestling surface. We brought our respective mats back to each of our apartments, the plan being that the ‘visitor’ would bring her mat to the ‘home’ apartment for each match.
Chapter 10 - Topless Wrestling!
Saturday fight night arrived and I grabbed my mat and threw it in the backseat of the car. It was a tough fit, but made it. I felt a little funny carrying an exercise mat up the stairs to Janine’s apartment, but I doubt the few people I passed in the hall had any idea, anyway. I knocked on the door and Janine let me in immediately. We carried the mat into her living room. All of the furniture had been moved elsewhere, except for the couch, which was against the far wall. Only her mat was lying there, so we fastened mine up against it.
We were both excited to get started. I was already in my jean-shorts, with a bright yellow sports bra beneath my T-shirt. Janine had answered the door wearing only her cut-off shorts and a navy blue sports bra - no T-shirt. Once Janine had closed the door, I whipped off my T-shirt and threw it to the side. We grabbed a few bottles of water and sat down on the couch to discuss the rules for tonight’s match.
Janine started. “You’re the visitor, what do you think? How should we do it tonight?”
“I think the ‘home’ person should decide the rules,” I replied thoughtfully. “That way we can make plans ahead of time on how to set up the apartment, etc.”
“That makes sense, but we should remember Emma’s rules, too. It must be fun, and there must total agreement between both of us on rules, conditions, etc.”
“Yeah, I like that way, too,” I replied, agreeing wholeheartedly, but wondering if there was something underlying all of this.
“In that case, how about two out of three falls, but with a different twist - I saw it on the web somewhere. To triumph overall, you have to win one fall by pin and a second fall by submission. It doesn’t matter which order, though.”
I hadn’t really thought seriously about submission wrestling, but what the heck. Janine was interested and that was enough for me. Maybe it would be interesting to make her submit to me… “OK, I’m in!” I told her.
“Good. The usual rules apply, you know… fun-type wrestling and all, but with one more twist. How about we try it without our sports bras?” she asked tentatively.
‘Yeough!’ I thought. But to be sure, I asked, “You mean topless??”
“Yeah, dunderhead! Emma seemed to be enjoying it in her matches,” she replied candidly.
“I know, I know…” I told her, not wanting to agree too quickly.
“C’mon, you have to admit you enjoyed it two weeks ago when we ‘dueled’ chest-to-chest during the garter fight.”
“Yeah, yeah, it was fun. I agree. We can wrestle topless. It’ll be cool… figuratively and literally, both.”
Janine smiled at that and whipped off her sports bra, hurling it far away. “Aaahhh, the freedom of movement is exhilarating!” she exclaimed, still sitting on the couch.
I did the same, although I feigned some tentativeness at first. “Yeah, you’re right!” I replied excitedly.
Then I turned my eyes on Janine, checking her out. Her nipples were pink and erect. Mine were brownish, but equally erect… and very hard.
Janine was checking me out, too. Our eyes met for an uncomfortable moment, and then she struck a muscle pose, both arms above her head, flexing. “I’m gonna take you to the cleaners, chump!” she challenged.
Her breasts were like two large dollops, suspended in air, challenging me. I replied in kind, proud of my breasts as well. We were preening and posing, then I ragged on her, “C’mon wench. I’ll mop the floor with you.”
We were wearing only jean-shorts now, and I doubt that Janine was wearing any underwear. But then, neither was I. I’d learned that much from the garter match.
We moved to opposite sides of the mat, standing, staring each other down. This was something else we had seen in the videos. A good stare-down / confrontation at the start was essential. We played it to the hilt, circling and taunting before starting.
“C’mon wimp. You fight like a girl!” I told her, egging her on. “C’mere and get what’s coming to ya.”
“Why don’t you come here?” she replied fiercely. “You afraid or somethin?”
“Of you??” I sneered as best I could manage without laughing. “Never!!”
With that, we lurched at each other, or bodies smacking together as we met. I felt our left breasts smash together, and then we were both down on the mat, a little dazed. I don’t think we had intended anything quite like this, but I seemed OK, and Janine looked fine as she got up to her knees and came after me. I got up quickly, too, not wanting to give her an advantage.
“That was some crash. You OK?” she asked.
“Yeah fine. Just surprised. How about you?” I asked
”Yeah, the same,” she replied. “Let’s keep going.”
“OK”
We moved towards each other on our knees and quickly locked up quite naturally. This was our first real match since that night at the Y and I was pleased at how well we moved from hold to hold. Sure, we were still enjoying ourselves, smiling as we grimaced and rolled, our moves and escapes more fluid. We didn’t roll back & forth so much now, and the awkwardness was mostly gone - but not the giggles. Not that we were much better than novices yet, but the difference was noticeable. We could have an actual match now! And I found that very exhilarating!
We didn’t really know much about submission holds, so I think we were both concentrating on pins. However we weren’t having much luck at it. We knew the escapes now and were still fresh enough to use them effectively. Finally, I trapped Janine with her back to the mat for a Schoolgirl pin, thinking I had it made. I sat on her bare breasts with my knees on her shoulders. She looked determined to get free, trying to hook one of my arms with her leg. But she missed, and then I missed at grabbing her leg to secure the hold. Still, it looked good for me and I began to count once I got her shoulders back down on the mat firmly. “One-thousand-one… one-thousand-two…”
And that was all the further I got as Janine bridged and twisted free. We rolled together to the side and Janine tried to stand up. But I still had my legs around her waist, so I locked them together and squeezed. I saw the smile on her face change to a grimace, and forced her back down to the mat, maintaining good pressure with the waist scissors. I was on my side and Janine was on her back. I pulled her body against mine and tangled up her arms against me so she couldn’t use them effectively to escape. Our breasts clashed as we struggled, but Janine was gradually losing ground, seeing the inevitability of it all. I gave her one more hard squeeze, and she submitted quickly, “OK… I give… uugghh!”
I released her waist right away, pulling my legs off her, but I stayed next to her, as our breasts were still dangling against each other, and I kind of liked the sensation. I think she did too, as it was about a half-minute before we got up to sit on the couch.
“I’d say that went a lot better than before… easily the best round of wrestling we’ve had,” I told her.
“Easy for you to say. But I think the next round will prove to be the best yet since I definitely will get the better of you.”
I laughed a little, replying, “In your dreams… in your dreams.”
“Then lets get going, before I fall asleep from boredom!” she laughed.
We started in a standing position this time, but neither of us looked ready to duplicate the smashing start of the last round. We bent down a little as we circled, looking for an opening. Janine moved like lighting, grabbing my leg and lifting, sending me to the mat on my back. I was in trouble right away as she moved in to take advantage. I twisted so my tummy was down, but Janine still had my leg. Before I knew it, she was sitting on my back, straddling me at the waist, and pulling on my leg. It was a leglock, and I didn’t want it to turn into a double-toed one.
I manage to twist my leg free, but that just made Janine switch her focus to my head area. Before I knew it, I was in a full nelson. I panicked, not remembering the recommended escape, trying to roll away. As we rolled, Janine was beneath me for a moment, and clamped her legs around my waist. Now I was really in trouble, my body captured at two different spots, receiving pressure at both. I calmed a little, trying to think it through, but it was too late to escape now. I tried to move my arms up or down (I couldn’t remember which way was correct), but Janine had me locked up too well. And then the pressure really started in earnest. I knew I couldn’t hold out for long and that escape was unrealistic. “OK… I submit!” I barely squeaked out.
Janine let go right away, and I rolled off her onto my side to recuperate. To my surprise, Janine started rubbing my neck, kneading some life back into it.
“Aaaaa… that feels sooo good,” I told her and was rewarded with a few minutes more effort on her part. She was lying behind me, working on my neck with her strong hands. I hadn’t realized how strong her hands could be - I’d have to watch out in a match!
We got up and I sat on the couch to rest some more while Janine got us a couple of sodas. We had decided on no booze tonight, wanting to be in full control of our faculties. I watched her return, noting the shimmy and sway of her breasts as she approached. She knew I was looking, but she didn’t care. After locking up as we had, wrestling in every position imaginable, it hardly mattered whether we were topless or not.
We sipped on our sodas slowly, comparing notes.
“I didn’t expect that we’d be doing submissions right away,” she told me. “I had figured that pins would be easier and that a single submission would decide the match.”
“Yeah, strange isn’t it. Submission holds seem to be easier than pins.”
“I guess we were too well rested at the beginning and escape from the various pins was fairly easy. But I don’t think that’ll be true from this point on. We’re both worn down now and escape will be tougher.”
“Yeah, probably. Say, you know how I tried to get you in a schoolgirl pin in the first round?” I asked.
“Yeah. I remember where that eventually led, too,” she replied.
“Well, I was thinking… We rely on that hold too much. Maybe we should disallow it for round three, you know. It would force us to try other things.”
“Yeah. Good idea. Let’s do! Ready to start round three yet?” she asked.
“OK, standing or on our knees? I replied.
“How about starting on our knees in a bearhug?”
I was taken aback, and hesitated before replying. I had wanted to do a topless bearhug for some time now, but was still surprised when the moment arrived. “Sure, sort of a breast duel type of thing?” I asked.
“Yeah, sort of mine against yours, I guess. It might be fun!”
“Yeah, it might!” was all I could think to say.
We moved to the center area of the mat and kneeled down. As we knee-walked towards each other, we looked each other in the eyes, and then shifted our gazes to breast level. We met as we had in practice, but this time with no tops impeding the contact between our chests. Janine sighed as we made contact, and so did I. Then we looped our arms around each other, fumbling for a grip longer than we really needed to. Finally, Janine said, “One… two… three… go!” and we were off.
Neither of us tried to shake the other and throw them down, It would be a test of strength. I knew in the back of my mind that breasts had little to do with strength, but the way we were locked together, it really seemed that way - sort of like breast versus breast times two. Even though it was our arms that were doing the squeezing and our chests that were resisting that squeezing, it still felt like a contest of strength between my breasts and Janine’s.
As we squirmed and squeezed against each other, it was clear that we both enjoyed being topless and in contact with each other. And, I knew that we would never again wrestle any other way. We had crossed the line, but I was still a little unsure what line it had been, and where we were headed. Instead of worrying about it, I decide to put my concerns aside and concentrated on the moment at hand.
I don’t know how long we struggled that way as time became meaningless. My head was resting on Janine’s left shoulder and hers was resting on mine. I could hear her breathing as we groaned and grimaced, grinding our chests together… squashing and mangling our breasts against the other in this contest of wills. I could even feel the pulsations of our racing hearts as we fought this way. Neither of us could ‘give’, though, as a pin was required this round. And, I now sensed that our strength was nearly sapped, and we were both weak as kittens. Eventually the match would have to resume, but what would be the conclusion?
I think we reached the decision point simultaneously as we tried harder now to roust each other from that all consuming position and gain an advantage. We fell to the side, still wrapped up in each other. But I had gained a slight advantage, and as we fell, rolled on top of Janine, our chests still in contact, but our arms no longer squeezing. I reached for her arms as I grapevined her legs in mine. I began to count her out, but Janine still had some fight left in her. She squirmed and wriggled, fighting the relentless pressure of my hands holding hers down. Occasionally, I raised my chest up off her a little, and then slammed my breasts down hard onto her breasts. I knew there was no actual physical power being asserted, but the psychological effect of smashing her breasts with my own was what I intended. Janine’s face showed it all. Her position was hopeless and she was giving up. I counted her out very slowly as I squashed her breasts beneath mine. “One-thousand-one…… one-thousand-two…… one-thousand-three.” I had won, so I released her arms and legs, but I lay there on top of her a few moments more before getting up, enjoying the skin contact of our chests for a time.
I wasn’t ready to discuss what had just happened, so I went to get a couple of beers, no longer worried about our state of mind. We managed to talk around what had happened, not willing to delve into it further. But, I didn’t want to give any of this up, either. I was very relieved when Janine brought up the subject of next week’s get-together at my house.
“What do you want to try next week? Are we still on?” she asked a little tentatively.
“Yeah, I think we should get together for another match, but I’m not sure of the particulars at this point. Any ideas?” I asked.
“It’s at your house, so it’s your call. You have to figure it out. But I’m getting tired of wrestling in cut-offs - too tight and confining, you know,” she replied.
I was a little worried that she wanted to wrestle in the nude, which I wasn’t quite ready for yet, so I replied, “Maybe we should try thongs or something?”
“Yeah. That’s what I was thinking, too.”
“Hey… let’s go shopping again Wednesday, and we can find something suitable,” I suggested.
I dressed quickly at that point, feeling a little awkward sitting around topless and chatting away. I gathered my part of the mat, and Janine helped me carry it out to the car. We hugged briefly, then Janine went back inside and I drove home. I was happy with what had happened, but confused nevertheless.
After I got home, I jumped in the shower, thinking over the evening’s events. My thoughts lingered on the finale, holding Janine helpless beneath me and pounding against her breasts with mine. I got very wet between the thighs, and not just from the shower, pleasuring myself repeatedly, continuing to think about wrestling topless with Janine…