[In a continuation of “Swimming Lessons”, Rachel and Janine learn more about wrestling]
Chapter 6 - Study Time
I was eager to continue my wrestling friendship with Janine, so I invited her to my apartment Saturday night for study and practice. I had discovered some good Internet wrestling sites and told Janine that we could probably learn a lot from them. We’d been so hapless, that anything would be an improvement.
Janine arrived Saturday wearing cut-off jean-shorts and a baggy T-shirt. I wasn’t sure that the T-shirt was such a good idea for wrestling around, but let it pass for the time being. I showed her around my little abode, and then we went into the living room, where I kept the PC. I’d already logged onto a website that featured a variety of wrestling holds, so I began to show Janine some of my favorites.
“There’s the ‘Schoolgirl Pin’ that I used on you!” Janine said eagerly as I showed her the first hold of many.
“It worked good on you, too,” I replied. “Look here, it tells possible escapes, too. However, I don’t think escape is very likely.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true. Once caught, I think you’re pretty much done for,” she replied. “Want to practice that one a little?” she asked.
I quickly agreed. Janine quickly tossed aside her T-shirt, revealing a black sports bra beneath. She had an ample figure and looked quite imposing.
But, then, so did I! My figure wasn’t half bad either! “Wait here a second while I find something similar,” I told her. I raced back to the bedroom and quickly threw on my black jean-shorts & a red sports bra. I was still wearing my ankle high sweat socks. I looked myself over in the mirror, making sure everything looked right. When I turned around, I saw Janine standing in the doorway. I wondered how long she’d been watching. I threw a pair of sweat socks at her and she put them on.
“Looking good!” she said as we walked back into the living room. “You can be the good girl wearing red, and I’ll be the bad girl in black.”
“But I’ve got black shorts…” I replied.
“Then both of us can be bad,” she giggle back.
And with that, we shoved the few pieces of furniture out of the way, then practiced putting each other in schoolgirl pins, trying to escape in various ways. And to our surprise, escape was possible, provided one wasn’t too worn down.
We got up and went back to the computer, checking out other holds, then trying them on each other. And, we practiced escapes, too. That was part of the equation as well.
We went through holds with names like surfboard, test of strength, cradle pin, crossbody pin, grapevine pin, and anaconda. But I think both of us were eager to put our newly acquired knowledge to practice. As the hour was getting late, we agreed to a simple one round practice match. The goal was to use the holds we had learned, not really trying to win at this point.
The living room was pretty much empty, other than the couch and loveseat. We knelt down and began to wrestle. Things were a lot different this time, although our methods were still pretty sloppy at first. After a while, we moved from hold to hold easily, putting on holds and then letting the other escape, just to get the feel of it all.
At one point, we were standing upright, struggling in a test of strength with our hands clasped together. I managed to force Janine backwards onto the couch, landing on her, straddling her at the waist. This was kind of half pin and half lap-dance. ‘Now why did that come to mind?’ I asked myself. And then with more than a bit of surprise, I noticed I was a little moist between the thighs.
While I was distracted by this turn of events, Janine knocked me sideways and we began struggling on the couch. The next thing I knew, we were rolling across the floor and then Janine hauled me up and propelled us into the loveseat, this time with her on top of me. I tried to put my distraction aside, but it was too late. Janine had me secured solidly on the loveseat, and I was too pooped to get away. Janine held my arms back and counted me out, this time stopping at the more reasonable count of three.
I had lost, but it was mainly just a practice round. We sat around and talked a while about what we had learned. “That was kind of fun there at the end when we let loose and ended up wrestling on the couch and loveseat,” Janine stated matter of factly.
“Yeah, it seemed like the intensity crept up a notch when that happened,” I replied. “It added a lot.”
“I believe it’s called apartment house wrestling when that happens.” Janine returned. “I was searching the web, too, you know. Anyway, its still wrestling, but you use the whole apartment instead of a mat or a wrestling ring. Things can get crazy very easily.”
“Yeah, I can believe that!” I said slowly, with some emphasis. But I didn’t want Janine to know what had happened on the couch. I had been turned on, but it was probably just a simple happenstance.
It was time for her to go, and we arranged to meet again in a week - Saturday night once more, but this time at Janine’s apartment. ‘It will be fun,’ we told each other.
Chapter 7 - More Study Time
I arrived at Janine’s apartment at the appointed time, and we quickly settled in by the PC. Her apartment was much like my own. The living room had already been cleared, other than the couch and recliner chair. A large comforter was partially covering the floor, providing a little padding.
We were again both wearing jean-shorts. We stripped off our shirts, revealing the same sports bras beneath. Janine supplied the socks - this time they were over-the-calf style.
Janine took control of the PC this time, steering us onto a few different sites. We found one site devoted to aiding women in finding safe, suitable opponents. We both began the process of signing up, complete with digital photos, trying our best to look like wrestlers without going overboard. Who knew what would come of it?
We also discovered DWW. They had piles of real wrestling videos with photos. As Janine navigated, I noticed the various categories: ‘non-topless female wrestling’, ‘topless female wrestling’, ‘nude female wrestling’, ‘mixed f/m wrestling’, ‘arm wrestling’, etc., etc. There was a lot more to this wrestling stuff than I’d realized! And then I noticed the ‘Erotic Wrestling’ category. ‘Now what was that all about?’ I asked myself, more intrigued by it than I’d have thought.
However, Janine interrupted my thoughts. “Kind of a lot to swallow, isn’t it? I’ve been all over this site, and it’s unbelievable. I’ve even ordered a few of the tapes. We should have them by next week.”
“Yeah, that’d be neat! Maybe I should order some, too.”
Janine showed me which ones she’d ordered so that we wouldn’t end up with the same thing. She had ordered one non-topless tape and one topless one, saying, “It looks like some good matches, especially the topless one because they are novices. I figured it’d be OK, even though they’re topless.”
“Yeah, no problem. It might even be kind of interesting to wrestle that way,” I replied, hiding my budding excitement carefully. “They seem to be smiling a lot.”
“Maybe it would be fun…” was all she said in reply.
From there, we went to another site that had a video advocating ‘garter wrestling’ for beginning wrestlers. Instead of pins, one had only to remove the other’s garter to win the round. At this point, Janine added, “I got us a couple of garters if you feel like trying it later. Maybe it’d be fun.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, replying only, “Yeah… maybe.” It did sound fun, but it wasn’t really wrestling. But what it was I wasn’t really sure. But as I thought more about it, I decided it’d be OK.
Before I knew it, we were off of that site, and back at the wrestling holds site we’d spent so much time at last week. This time we practiced hammerlocks, headlocks, scissors of every variety - head, waist, chest, body-to-body, etc. It was intriguing and exciting, getting all wrapped around each other like a couple of pretzels.
And then we progressed to bear hugs… This hold was something special… It was so primal in nature! And, we had already experienced it once before in our match at the Y. Initially, we tried face-to-face, and I was a little embarrassed when our breasts made contact. But Janine didn’t even flinch, so I didn’t either. We squeezed away at each other, neither having much advantage. I kind of wondered how it would feel if we were topless, but then the thought passed as Janine lifted my feet completely off the floor, gaining total advantage. I had no idea she was that strong, and now I was in her clutches. But she tired quickly, letting me down again.
Then I retaliated, surprising myself by lifting her off her feet, too, and squashing her breasts against my own. The ensuing feeling was not lost on me, as I again noticed some moisture between my thighs, beginning to get a little ‘hot’. I held her like that longer than I thought possible, then Janine surprised me by grabbing my hair and yanking. We released each other immediately, and I was a little pissed.
“What was that for?” I asked hotly.
“Didn’t you know? I wanted loose, but I could hardly talk cuz you had me gripped so hard. Pulling your hair was all I could do to get your attention!”
“Oh… sorry… guess I got lost in the moment. But what made you go for my hair?” I asked sheepishly.
Janine answered quickly. “It’s called catfighting. The rules are a little looser, and the action a bit more intense. But I’m not advocating that we do that, at least not any time soon. I’d rather stick with wrestling until we’re much better at it.”
I wasn’t sure what to think. Catfighting was a new concept - hair-pulling and who knew what else. Maybe it could be interesting. The hair-pulling hadn’t been that bad actually, just a surprise.
We moved on to reverse bearhugs, Janine going first. She came up behind me, locking her hands together just below my breasts, then tightening, applying more pressure. As she lifted me in the air, the pressure of her arms came directly upon my breasts, lifting them upwards as she squeezed. To my surprise, I kind of enjoyed the sensation, feeling my level of wetness increase a notch. But then, I was free and it was my turn. I grabbed Janine the same way, just below the breasts, making sure she would ‘suffer’ the same way I had as I lifted her feet off the floor. This time, I let her down soon enough to prevent any problems.
Janine wheezed slightly, saying, “That’s a submission hold if I ever saw one. We might have to try submission wrestling sometime.”
“Yeah, I could handle that, as long as we don’t get too carried away,” I replied.
“OK, one of these days, but not tonight. I think I’m worn out too much for anything very intense tonight. Why don’t we just try a garter match, and then call it a night?”
“Yeah that sounds about right,” I replied.
Janine ran into her bedroom, returning with a couple of lacy garters, one black and one blue. We removed the socks Janine had supplied. I took the black garter and slipped it onto my leg, hiking it way up high so that my jean shorts covered it.
“Hey, no fair!!” complained Janine, but I saw her do the same thing with the blue garter. “How about two out of three?”
“OK, let’s start! On our knees?” I asked as I crouched down. Janine did likewise, and we were off. I lunged at her leg quickly, not waiting for a signal to start, going for the garter immediately.
Janine countered quickly, halting my progress quickly before I had moved the garter even an inch or two. Before I knew it, we were rolling all around the floor, squealing like a couple of banshees, trying to get a hold of the other’s garter. It was really, really fun!! I thought I was making progress, my head near Janine’s knees, when I discovered the error of my ways. As I pulled her garter to her ankles, I found myself in a head scissors, with my arm movement severely restricted. I couldn’t pull the garter the rest of the way off! Meanwhile, Janine had no problem getting hold of my garter and pulling it all the way off. I wasn’t quick enough to respond with a head scissors of my own. Janine was ahead, one to zero.
I put my garter back on and we quickly lined up for the next fall. “How about we start in a bearhug this time?” asked Janine.
I liked the idea and quickly agreed. We knelt on the floor, touching at the knees. As we reached around each other to set up the bearhug, I placed my left arm over her right as they crossed, and she did likewise with me. That way, neither of us had an outright advantage. This time I waited for both of us to be ready. I looked forward to the hold and didn’t want to spoil it in any way.
We tested our grips a little making sure we were set, and then Janine asked, “Ready?”
“Ready” was all I said.
Then, Janine replied, “Go!!” and we started to squeeze. This wasn’t the optimal way to bearhug someone, with one of their arms under yours, but it was the only fair way to do it simultaneously. I could feel a tightening in my chest as Janine squeezed me. But I squeezed her back in return and I felt the pressure lessen somewhat. We went back and forth like that, first one having the advantage and then the other, and I was getting a bit excited as our breasts plied against each other, pancaking together, as we strained for an advantage. After a few moments, Janine was no longer squeezing back very hard and I knew I had her. I quickly threw her to the floor and she landed on her back with little resistance. I reached for her garter, but it had slipped far inside her jean shorts. I didn’t hesitate at all. I reached up inside the leg of her shorts and grabbed that garter, yanking it down hard. It was over her ankle and off in nothing flat. It was then that I realized that there was nothing else inside her shorts - Janine was not wearing any underpants!! I didn’t know what to think or say, so I pretended not to have noticed. But she probably knew that I knew…
I got up and sat on the couch. Janine lay there for a moment catching her breath. Then she sat down nearby for a chat.
She looked me right in the eye, saying, “That was sure a barnburner, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, very primal and all. Was it OK? Fun? Whatever?” I asked.
“Sure. It was fun, but I wouldn’t want to do it all the time,” she replied. “Of course, if I had won, I might say differently. You’re stronger than I realized.”
We took a few minutes to rest up before starting again, making small talk about other things. I made no mention of her not wearing any panties, instead filing the thought away for another time.
Then Janine said, “OK, I’m ready now. Last time I suggested the starting positions. This time you do it.”
“OK. Let’s do it apartment style, right here on the couch. If we fall off the couch, we have to stop and immediately get back on,” I told her.
“Sounds good,” was her reply.
We lined up on our knees facing each other. “How about we put our left hand on the other’s garter and the right arm around each other’s back, sort of in a clinch?”
“Ummm… could be interesting. OK!” Janine replied eagerly.
Janine pulled her garter back into position on her right leg. Mine was already on my right leg. We set up the clinch, grabbing each other’s garter, then ‘hugging’ each other with our free arms. My chin was resting on her left shoulder, and Janine was positioned similarly on me. Or breasts jostled against each other, this time kind of jousting, or even pummeling, as we got ready to start.
I enjoyed the contact, but was afraid to say anything to Janine about it. Instead, I said, “Go!” and I continued the duel with her breasts. I knew Janine must be enjoying it, too, as she giggled and laughed as we ‘breast battled’, forgetting about grabbing garters for the time being.
We jostled and bounced against each other, sliding, pummeling, whatever. I loved it! And my hotbox was really hot! And I could see Janine loved it, too. I didn’t even stop to think what that might mean. Unfortunately, at the moment, our sports bras restrained some of the contact. Again, I wondered how this would feel if we were both topless. Maybe next time??
Finally, we started wrestling around on the couch. I’d have her pinned, and then go for the garter, only to have her get free. Then she’d have me in the same predicament, and I’d get loose, too. Finally, we ended up with our heads towards the other’s ankles, scrambling to pull off the garter. I got Janine in a head scissors, but she got me as well, as we struggled trying to grab the other’s garter. I could see that Janine’s garter had slipped up high inside her shorts. I caught sight of a few of her ‘pubes’ (natural blond) as I reached inside to grab the garter, pulling it down a few inches. It took maybe a minute more, but I managed to pry my head free, and then yanked the garter off her leg completely. I had won, but it had been a near thing. I collapsed on the floor with a giggle and a sigh.
Janine lay still on the couch, resting for a moment, before speaking. “That was totally intense. I am completely spent.”
“I know. But it was fun, wasn’t it?” I asked just to be sure.
“Yeah, unlike anything else. Totally awesome!” she replied. “But I think next week we should take some time off from wrestling and just have movie night or something.”
“Yeah, all right! Pizza, popcorn and beer while we watch the wrestling videos you ordered. I’ll have to order some videos, too.”
And with that, we parted for the night. Upon returning to my abode, I stumbled into the shower, rinsing the sweat and aches from my body, before retiring for the night. It had been an excellent evening!