Sex Fight, by Gark

[In the finale of the Novices series (“Swimming Lessons”, “Apartment Wrestling”, “Topless Battle”, “Slumber Party”, and “Oil Wrestling”), Rachel details her plans for a sex-fight with Janine.]



Chapter 17 - Supper At The Mall


As usual, I met Janine at the mall on Wednesday night for supper and shopping for the coming weekend’s wrestling event, which would be at my apartment this time. I asked Janine that we go to a sit-down restaurant instead of the food court. We sat down in a quiet booth towards the back so we could talk freely, as the topic I had in mind wasn’t meant for others to overhear. I think we’d both become comfortable with the sexual nature of last week’s match, but the upcoming conversation would make certain.


After ordering, I began. “That was a barnburner of a match last week…”


“Yeah. I especially liked the finale. I had you at my mercy, whimpering like a sated wench,” she teased, a large smile on her face.


Janine caught me by surprise with that remark, but I found the confrontational tone very exciting, and confirmed my impression that all was fine. “As I remember, you were pretty well slaked in the shower afterwards. I recall a certain level of screaming and moaning echoing within the shower stall,” I countered.


“Yeah, yeah. But I won the match. You only won the shower contest,” she replied.


“OK. I’ll grant you that. But don’t think you can keep it up. You’ll be the whimpering wench next time.”


“In your dreams…” she said.


She was exactly right. All of this had been in my dreams repeatedly since that night. I wanted her again… badly!! “Well, maybe we should have an all out sex fight this time, and we’ll see who’s the better.”


“You’re on! And I’m really looking forward to it! But after that, I think we should mix things up and have some normal matches, too, or even think up some other scenarios… you know… to keep things lively and all.”


“Yeah. I know what you mean,” I replied. “Variety is the spice of life, after all. In the future, we should set the limits before the match and stick with them. That way we can have normal matches sometimes, topless matches sometimes, and …”


“Naked, erotic, sex fights?” she purred softly, making sure not to be overheard.


“Yeah. Like this Saturday,” I replied huskily.


“OK. So if we’re gonna be naked, what are we shopping for tonight?” she asked.

 

Just then, the waitress brought our food, interrupting the flow of our discussion. Once she was gone, I replied, “Let me think about it while we eat.”


I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do, but needed a few moments to refine my thoughts. We finished up our food and were waiting for the bill, so I explained my idea to Janine. “I think we need some sort of foreplay built into the match. I don’t want it to be over too soon. I want the match to take some time so we can enjoy ourselves to the fullest.”


“So, what do you have in mind?” she asked, suddenly very, very curious.


“I really liked the garter match me had. We got really tangled up in each other good… all kinds of positions, you know.”


“Yeah. I remember. It was a lot of fun!” she replied excitedly.


“For what I have in mind, we’ll need the two garters you have, plus a couple more. All we’ll wear is two garters, one on each leg. No holds to the crotch area are allowed until both of their garters have been totally removed. It’ll be one continuous match, with no resting. You should bring your mat so that we can start the match there, but there’ll be no limits on where we end up fighting – anywhere in the apartment is fair game.”


“You have a devious, but deliciously creative mind,” she sighed. “It sounds perfect!”


And with that, Janine steered us to the Valerie’s Secret store, where I bought two garters, matching those of Janine’s. One of us would be ‘red garters’, and the other ‘black garters’.


Chapter 18 - Sex Fight


Janine arrive 15 minutes early Saturday night. I could see she was totally psyched. And so was I. She helped me finish clearing the breakables out of the way, and then we set up her mat alongside mine in the living room. I had already moved the couch a few feet away from the wall, placing it adjacent to the mat, figuring it would be easier to move from couch to mat and back during the match. Finally, the apartment was ready.


I explained the evening’s planned events. “I thought we could start off with an appropriate video. Then we can have our sex fight. And later, we can cook a pizza or something.”


“So, what’s the video?” she asked.


“I got one from DWW. Maybe it’ll give us a few ideas,” I replied. “Let’s switch to our ‘outfits’ before watching the video.”

“You trying to create a little sexual tension, or something?” she asked alluringly.


“Yep.”

“OK. Just asking,” she giggled, quickly shinnying out of her blouse and dropping her shorts, quickly displaying her naked body.


I responded in kind, and soon we were both standing there buck-naked. We exchanged garters, this time I was red and Janine was black. We looked kind of silly standing there wearing only garters. The air conditioning made our nipples perk up, which was kind of exciting, but cool air was also giving me Goosebumps. I looked into her eyes, and we hugged for a few moments, warming each other up, followed by light kissing.


Then I went into the bedroom and brought out a soft blanket we could snuggle under while watching the video. Janine got under it on the couch while I inserted the tape. Soon, we were huddled together under the blanket, watching the tape. The two women were even in size, maybe 5'4", a good deal shorter than Janine and me. Their breasts were smaller, too, but similar in size and shape. They looked quite athletic, but I doubted that would matter overly much in a sex-fight. The match was conducted in the bedroom, sometimes on the bed, and sometimes off.


As we watched, I was getting moist with anticipation, especially as we playfully groped, caressed and kissed beneath the blanket. Soon, I became aware of Janine’s female scent, and I knew we were ready to battle. But the video wasn’t over yet, and I wanted to see the climactic finale.


The two women had somehow managed to spread their legs apart in a mutual scissors lock with their clits locked together in ‘combat’. It certainly was erotic, clit versus clit, but I didn’t see how one could stimulate the other very effectively that way. To my way of thinking, using hands, fingers and tongue seemed to offer the most promise… and if I could get Janine down, I could finish her off while staying out of reach. I remembered how her heavy moaning had set me off last week as we pleasured each other in the final clinch, and I hoped to avoid that tonight… or did I?


Finally, the video was over, one woman screaming out her orgasm moments before the other. I was hot to go, and so was Janine. Without a word, we threw the blanket off to the side and stepped onto the mat, facing each other, smiling with anticipation.


We locked up in a standing position, hands extended for a test of strength. As our hands clasped, I tried to force Janine down to the mat. I wanted to dominate her, and then pleasure her into submission. But first, there were the two garters to remove.


As we struggled in the test of strength, our bodies clashed together, breasts meeting breasts as we tried to wrestle the other down to the mat. This was a genuine fight, but not like any other we’d had. Then our mouths met, and suddenly our tongues were battling each other, flicking in and out, trying to arouse and distract. Apparently, Janine was pretty distracted as I managed to press my body to hers, and then trip her to the mat. She landed flat on her back and I immediately positioned myself between her legs where I could easily remove her garters. I grabbed both of them at once, and started to pull. But Janine was ready for me, quickly locking a scissors hold around my waist and stopping me from pulling them very far.


She was still on her back, and I was in a kneeling position between her legs, facing her naked pubic thatch. I badly wanted to take advantage of her clit to secure my freedom, but rules were rules, and I’d made them myself. Then there was a great twisting motion from Janine as her legs propelled me sideways to the mat, still captured in a waist scissors. Janine softly clawed at my right breast, stimulating the nipple to full hardness. I didn’t try to stop her, and reached for her breast as well. Soon, we were both cooing with delight, but I was still trapped. Apparently, Janine felt there was an advantage in being on top, and was soon sitting astride my waist, now pawing and clawing at both of my breasts. I did the same and soon we were both pleasurably torturing each other. When Janine leaned down for a kiss, I rolled her off of me and onto our sides, still groping breasts and French kissing.


I knew her left garter was close to her knee. As I continued to distract Janine, I managed to hook onto the garter with my big toe and scoot it down her leg to her ankle. Janine jumped up quickly to stop me, but I tackled her from behind as she was getting up, and we crashed back to the mat. Janine was belly down, and I was lying on top of her, keeping her from getting free while I worked at removing her garter the rest of the way with my feet. It just wasn’t working, so I got up quickly and grabbed the black garter from her ankle, yanking it free.


I stood up for a moment, dangling my prize before her. Janine glared at me from the mat, then launched herself at my waist, propelling me onto the couch. I landed on my back with a thud, and Janine was soon straddling me at the waist, her crotch enticingly close to my own. She hadn’t gotten a hold of my arms yet, so I wrapped them around her and pulled her close. I started nibbling on her breasts, lightly biting around her nipples, tormenting her wickedly. Janine moaned heavily and wrapped her arms around my head so I wouldn’t stop. As the moans continued, I felt that Janine would soon be defenseless. Then suddenly things changed as I started suffocating before the onslaught of her breasts. I struggled to get free, forgetting what I was doing. All I wanted was to get a breath of air. I released my arms from her waist and started pushing her away. Unfortunately, that’s what Janine wanted. As she fell away, Janine grabbed one of my garters, pulling it fully down the length of my leg and off.


Now we were tied, and it was Janine standing on the mat, waving her prize at me. I stood up to face her, but she ran into the kitchen. I chased after her, and soon we were groping, grimacing, fondling and frolicking in front of the refrigerator. She body-pressed me back against a countertop, and as my butt made contact, I quickly hopped up onto the counter in a sitting position. Janine came towards me and I wrapped my legs around her waist so she couldn’t get away, even should she want to.


My clit was a real target, sitting like this. But fortunately, the rules prevented her from taking advantage. We continued to grope breasts as best we could, then Janine wrapped her arms around me and lifted me off the counter. My legs were still wrapped around her waist, and now I wrapped my arms around her neck clinging onto her for dear life. I don’t think Janine had thought it out, as she was weakening fast. She pressed my back against the refrigerator, and then kissed me fiercely as my legs came free and found the floor. We embraced passionately, bouncing around the kitchen from one appliance to another. The lever of the dishwasher poked me in the ass while we struggled, but somehow I didn’t mind.


Then I forced her flat on her back onto the table in the dinette area. I had her down, and her legs weren’t in a good position to wrap around me. As she tried to sit up, I pushed hard against her breasts, knocking her back against the tabletop. The motion also propelled me back enough so that I could stand. I quickly grabbed her other garter and pulled it completely off while Janine was off balance. She shrieked in shock as I dove back onto her, hand extended towards her very wet pussy. Janine tried to stop me, but it was too late. I had one hand holding her down, and the other on her pussy, stroking her clit rapidly. Janine’s breath became rapid and she moaned loudly as I nibbled on her breasts and worked over her most sensitive areas with my index finger.


I didn’t see how she could escape. It must have taken all of her willpower to roll me off of her and onto the floor. I landed hard and got up slowly. Janine didn’t get up from the table very fast either. Finally, we stood there facing each other. Janine seemed ready to go, but I was still a little dicey. I decided to run and fight after I got my head cleared. Janine chased me into the living room. I got behind the couch, as it was no longer against the wall. Janine chased me around the couch once, and then realized the futility. As I waited behind the couch for the chase to resume, Janine suddenly launched herself at me across the couch, quickly climbing over and attacking. My head had cleared pretty well, but not enough to prevent her from grabbing me and flinging me over the back of the couch. I landed with my shoulders on the cushion below and my ass & legs flailing upwards over the back of the couch. Janine was still standing on the floor behind the couch and quickly took advantage. Later, I realized that she could have just taken my garter right then. But instead, Janine stood between my flailing legs and grabbed them at the ankles with her arms, trapping me. I was helpless, upside-down with my legs wide apart, totally exposing my clit and vagina to Janine. What would she do?


When Janine stared directly at my pussy, and then licked her tongue across her lips, I wanted to abandon any rules. But Janine didn’t do anything more, other than to hold me there, making sensual expressions with her lips and tongue. It was sheer torture, and I badly wanted her to take me. As I stared back, Janine released one of my ankles and began to slowly remove the final garter. The stun from falling off the table had cleared, but I was still dazed from the sexual arousal. As her head turned to better work the garter over my ankle, the hypnotic spell was broken. I shook my other leg free and rolled backwards off the front of the couch onto the mat below. Janine shrieked her disapproval and jumped right over the top of the couch to attack.


Neither of us had garters… the sex-fight would now be fully joined. Janine landed on me face-to-face. I was ready for her and wrapped my arms around her as she did. Our legs naturally intertwined, and we were soon rolling around, grinding our thighs against the other’s clit whenever possible. Our tongues fought as we kissed, and our breasts rubbed against each other fiercely. We were both moaning softly, trying to out-pleasure the other. I worked one hand free and began to massage Janine’s clit. Soon she was doing the same to me as we rolled off the mat towards the dinette area. Unfortunately, Janine managed to roll my ass against the cold metal leg of the table we had fought on a few minutes earlier. I was uncomfortable this way, and not about to fight to a conclusion right here. I pushed Janine away hard and she rolled off.


I got up and ran to the bedroom. That would be much better. Janine chased after me and soon we were facing each other from opposite sides of the bed. I spotted a bottle of hand cream nearby and picked it up, taking a couple of squirts on the fingertips of my right hand before tossing it to Janine. She caught it easily and did likewise, taking a few squirts herself. Then we both got onto the bed from opposite sides, kneeling, facing each other.


“Think you can handle a duel?” I asked brusquely.


“Sure. What kind?” she replied defiantly.


“Hand to clit combat, off course,” I responded boldly.


“Fine. I can handle you any day… quite literally in fact.”


“OK tough girl. Come closer, and meet me breast-to-breast. Then we’ll put our left arms around each other in a clinch so neither of us can get away. Then I’ll say ‘1… 2… 3… go’ and we attack the other’s clit with our creamed right hands.”


We moved closer together, and our breasts met. Then our left arms went around the other. The sexual challenge couldn’t get more personal than this. Janine’s chin was on my shoulder, breathing heavily. So I did the same.


“You don’t stand a chance,” she whispered in my ear.


“Neither do you,” I whispered back before saying the magic words, “1… 2… 3… go.”


Our hands immediately went to the other’s clit. The cream was still a little cool or I think I would have exploded immediately. Janine rubbed her fingers across my clit, working the cream around and started stroking, slowly at first. I responded in kind, feeling out the creases and recesses around her clit. We stroked in an even rhythm, somehow staying in complete cadence. Our heads came free from their shoulder rests and soon we were kissing passionately, tongues once again fiercely batting the other as we kissed. We were moaning, groaning, writhing with passion, but unable to escape the others grasp, even if we had so desired. I knew I couldn’t last much longer under Janine’s sexual onslaught. But the question was, how much longer could she last as I stroked away at her wildly gyrating clit??


I tried to put my mind in another place… anywhere but here. But I couldn’t do it. Janine’s female scent permeated the air, keeping me well aware of where I was. Soon we were moaning and groaning, writhing with passion, gripping each other fiercely. Our heads parted, resting again on the other’s shoulder, gathering air for the finale that would soon come. Then inspiration struck. I began to lick Janine’s earlobe, then nibbled lightly. Would she be susceptible in the same way that I was? I breathed slowly as I continued to nibble.


Suddenly, Janine’s moaning accelerated into a roar and she began shaking violently. I clutched against each other, but didn’t stop stroking. A moment later, I convulsed with pleasure, and continued to do so repeatedly for many minutes, as did Janine.


“You win,” she sighed as we continued to cling onto one another.


“Yeah, but if I’m not mistaken, it sounded like you won, too,” I replied softly.


We collapsed onto the bed, cuddling, fondly and kissing for a very long time. Then finally Janine spoke up. “You know… it really takes a woman to do another woman the right way. Men just never get it right… never touch the right spot the right way… never really try very hard. Tonight was much, much better!!”


“For sure… for sure…” I sighed heavily.


Then Janine continued. “I’ve had it with dragging that wrestling mat around though…”


My heart skipped a beat. “Meaning…”


“Maybe we should get an apartment together. I heard there’s a nice third story, corner apartment available in my building in a few weeks… two bedrooms… plenty of space for whatever… What do you think? Want to be roomies?”


“Yep. Most definitely,” I replied softly. Then we continued cuddling, blissfully unaware of aanthing else.


The End (although one never really knows for sure…)