[In a continuation of “Swimming Lessons”, “Apartment Wrestling”, and “Topless Battle”, Rachel invites Janine for a sleepover on Saturday night.]
Chapter 11 – More Shopping
On Wednesday, Janine and I again met for a light dinner at the mall food court. I had a few ideas in mind that I wanted to discuss with her.
“Say, I was thinking… maybe we should have a sleepover Saturday night,” I asked.
“You mean like a slumber party?” Janine replied with a gleam in her eyes.
“Yeah. We’d have plenty of time for videos, wrestling, Internet, more wrestling…”
“OK - sounds like you already have a plan. Let’s hear it,” she said.
“Well… on Saturday night, I thought we could watch a few videos or whatever, and have a pillow fight some point along the way. Y’know, every slumber part has to have a pillow fight. But no ordinary pillow fight, this time. We can wear lingerie of some sort.”
“Like teddies, or babydolls, maybe???” she replied excitedly.
“Yeah. Perfect! We can find some tonight!”
“So, what else do you have planned?” Janine inquired.
“We can sleep in sleeping bags in the living room right on our wrestling mats. In the morning, I thought maybe we could try a little catfighting at some point. What do you think?”
“I think I like it… a lot! But, I’m a little concerned about the catfight, although I’m sure we can work it out,” she answered.
“Don’t worry. I’m not into anything rough. Besides, it’ll give us a chance to wear thongs, garter belts, hose or whatever!”
“Whoa!! I’m in!! Great idea!! We’ll shop ‘til we drop tonight to find the right outfits.”
“Yeah, let’s get going!!” I answered enthusiastically.
We bussed our trays, and then headed into the main court of the mall. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves inside the Valerie’s Secret store, browsing through the many thongs, teddies, babydolls, garters and whatnot. We decided that babydolls would be right for the pillow fight - they just had the right look. We settled on a matched set, red for me, and black for Janine! The tops were see-thru lacy things, and the bottoms were bikini style, barely covering the crotch and ass.
But it was hard to decide on the catfight outfits. Janine wanted us to use the changing room together, but I declined, saying, “You wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would you?” So, we consciously kept apart while shopping for thong, garter belt and hose. It took a while, but we finally finished up and exited the store. We sat down outside the shop to discuss our purchases.
“You won’t believe the deal I got on this amazing outfit!” Janine chortled excitedly. “I assume you meant for us not to buy bra’s. Right?”
“Yep! No bras for the catfight. Just garter belt, thong & hose. And you should see what I got - pretty hot matching set!” I countered.
We compared notes a few minutes more, and then parted ways for the night.
Chapter 12 - Pillow Fight!
Janine arrived at 7:00 carrying a piping hot pizza - no goofy delivery boy this time. We chowed down on the pizza and enjoyed a nice blush wine that I had purchased.
After dinner, we surfed the net for a while, looking for pillow fights and that sort of stuff. But there wasn’t much, not even on the message boards. So, we’d just figure it out ourselves. We went down to Janine’s car and got her wrestling mat, sleeping bag, pillow & overnight bag, and then lugged them upstairs to my apartment.
We set her mat up against mine and fastened them together. I had already moved all of the breakables from the area, so just the couch, chair and TV remained. We unfurled both of our sleeping bags on top of the mats, along with our pillows.
“OK,” I told Janine, “time to get on our slumber-wear.”
“All right!” she answered. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
I got up and headed for my bedroom. Janine got up and followed me, which I should have expected by now. I was a little bashful, but put it aside. Janine watched as I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra. I hesitated for a moment, and then she did the same. I followed suit by unfastening my jeans and dropping them & my panties to the floor. I was buck-naked, waiting for her to follow suit. Janine starred a moment, and then dropped her jeans, too - no panties as usual. Naturally, I noticed that she was a natural blond. We stood there silently appraising each other for a few moments, and then, without a word, slipped on our matching babydoll outfits.
The mutual silence was broken as we finished dressing. “These outfits are really sexy!” I told her. “You look great! The black lace contrasts nicely with your blond hair and light features.”
“Yeah. You look pretty hot yourself. Red is becoming on you, especially with your auburn brown hair!” Then she giggled and gave me a shove towards the living room, saying “But you’d look even better lying beneath me, begging to submit.”
“Yeah, so would you,” I told her, shoving back. “Hey, if you’re so confident, how about a little wager?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m listening,” she replied, feigning a threat.
”Nothing elaborate - loser cooks breakfast in the morning, delivering it right here to the sleeping bags -
sort of breakfast-in-bag.” I giggled some, no doubt from the wine, feeling more clever than I was.
“Ha, ha,” mocked Janine. “But you’re on. I’m looking forward to having you serve me.”
“Only in your dreams,” I told her, “only in your dreams. But first, we have a DVD to watch.”
I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, then slipped the DVD into the player & turned on the TV. After the popcorn finished, I returned to find Janine sitting on her sleeping bag holding the remote.
“Hey, look what I have,” she said holding the remote high in the air, almost begging me to attack.
“Save that thought for later. The popcorn’s hot and we haven’t even watched a match yet. Besides, I think you’re gonna want to see this.”
“OK, I saw the ‘Girl on Girl’ title go by at the start,” she said, “and peeked a little while I was waiting. They’re naked!! But, it looks kind of intriguing, in a kinky sort of way.”
“Yeah, maybe. But wrestling in the buff has got to be the purest form of the sport, too,” I countered. “And these women are all novices, just like us!”
“That sounds much more interesting now, but we’ll see. Here,” she said handing me the remote without a fight, “I reset it to the start of the match.”
I was dumbfounded as I sat down next to Janine, placing the large bowl of popcorn between us. We were sitting on the sleeping bags with our legs crossed in front of us, munching on the popcorn and sipping more of the wine as we watched the DVD. The quality was much better than tapes, but it should be, considering how much I’d had to pay.
The action was enthusiastic, the girls being novices, and thus pretty evenly matched. And, they gave it their all, though like us, they weren’t sure what to do to win. It was quite entertaining. Janine and I counted off the various holds they discovered, and I was quite impressed when one of them grapevined the other as I had done to Janine last week.
“Remember that?” I asked her.
“How could I forget? You really nailed me last week with that grapevine pin. But I’ll get even… you’ll see.
Janine threw a piece of popcorn at me, and it went right down my cleavage, falling through easily and landing near my crotch. “Two points,” she beamed. “Right between the goalposts!”
I grabbed it and threw it back, but Janine deflected it before I could score a goal myself. “Goaltending - you cheater!” I shouted as I leaped at her, and the battle was on.
I grabbed the last few kernels from the popcorn bowl and stuffed them down Janine’s cleavage, yelling, “and Rachel scores a handful of points!”
But unseen by me, Janine had grabbed her pillow, and whacked me a good one on the head as I was congratulating myself. I went flying to the mat and Janine pounced on me. The popcorn bowl careened off to the side out of our way as I flailed around with my arms trying to locate my pillow.
In the meantime, Janine was relentlessly womping me in the head, chest and ass with her pillow. Finally I got a hold of my pillow and was able to defend myself. But my head was still reeling from the whirlwind barrage and all I could manage at the moment was defense. I had yet to connect a good one on Janine.
Finally, my head cleared, and I whacked her a good one on her side. She fell slightly, and then righted herself. We were kneeling on the crumpled up sleeping bags on the mats, facing each other. Our pillows were raised at arm’s length above our heads, getting ready to strike. We circled around on our knees, eyeing the other, looking for an opening.
Janine breasts were looking mighty perky, raised high on her chest as she extended her arms upwards. I could just see her bright pink, erect nipples under the black lace fabric. She was wearing a huge grin, too, obviously very much enjoying pummeling me. Then I noticed that my nipples were also erect, and that I was grinning, too.
We hesitated a moment to look each other over. Then, I whacked her on the side of the head, before she realized I was done looking. Her pillow went flying and she was disarmed! It was payback time!! I knocked her down and climbed onto her waist, whacking her a couple of good ones to the chest area. Then Janine grabbed onto my pillow, too, and we wrestled around for control of it.
We rolled around back and forth, giggling all the while, the pillow grabbed by both of us above our heads. Our arms were caught up reaching for the pillow, but our legs and chests also battled. Janine had my one of my legs caught between hers, so I returned the favor, now completely intertwined with her. Our breasts heaved and bounced against each other as we groped above our heads for control of the pillow. We rolled back and forth repeatedly, our hot breath upon the other’s necks as we struggled.
It was great fun - maybe even better than wrestling! Then Janine got control of the pillow, so I leaped up to find the other pillow. Unfortunately, it was on the other side of Janine, and I couldn’t get to it. Janine stood up, swinging the pillow back and forth, forcing me to retreat. Then she rushed me, knocking me backwards onto the couch. Janine quickly straddled me and began pummeling me with the pillow. I quickly grabbed at the pillow, but I didn’t have much luck, as she continued to whack away at me.
I was a little dazed as I continued to grab for the pillow, and in the confusion grabbed Janine’s babydoll instead. Her top ripped open and her breasts came tumbling out, looming large in front of my face.
“So, that’s how you want to play?” snarled Janine. Then she grabbed my top with one hand, ripping it open, too. “Now that’s more like it.”
My breasts were exposed and that was fine. Fortunately for me, Janine had held off with the pillow while yanking at my top. We both had hold of it now, but because Janine was still straddling me, she held the higher ground. As we tussled, sitting there on the couch, Janine’s breasts began to pummel me in the face - sometimes slapping, sometimes sliding, and sometimes pressing against my mouth, nearly smothering me. And, the sensations were not unpleasant!
We tumbled to the side and fell off the couch, rolling around some more. I finally got free and frantically searched for the other pillow. Unfortunately, Janine stood up and blocked the way! Now what??
Our tops draped open, breasts dangling loosely, as Janine moved towards me, a gleam in her eyes. She was really enjoying this and pressed her advantage to the hilt. I looked around for anything I could use, and spotted the open bedroom door. There was another pillow on the bed!
I ran for the door, and Janine raced after me, trying to stop me. She grabbed at me with her free hand, and slowed me down a little until I twisted free of my top. Janine was left standing in the doorway to the bedroom holding my babydoll top. In the meantime, I jumped onto the bed and grabbed my other pillow.
I turned to face Janine as she approached. She tossed the top part of my babydoll to the side and then discarded hers as well. It would be a topless pillow fight from here.
“You were lucky to get away. I had you on the ropes,” she said.
“Maybe… maybe not,” I told her defiantly. “C’mere and let’s see!”
Janine climbed onto the bed. We were both kneeling as we faced off once more. Pillows were held over our heads as we clashed. Our breasts crashed into each other as we fought for position. We were both sweaty from the exertion, as our breasts began to slip and slide across each other. I was getting very wet between the thighs, but not from sweat, as we struggled on.
Finally, we tumbled over, both of us losing our pillows. Janine was quicker and rolled me onto my back, lying on top of me along the full length of our bodies. I was too tired and dazed to go further. Janine sensed my submission and held me down, hand-to-hand, breast-to-breast, and waist-to-waist. And then, she grapevined her legs around mine, spreading them wide apart.
“Seems familiar, doesn’t it? But now you’re on bottom!” she told me softly.
I was about to give Janine my submission, but she raised her chest and then pummeled my breasts with her own. Now I knew what it was like to be on the receiving end! It didn’t hurt or anything, but the psychological impact was devastating. I was thoroughly defeated! After 4 or 5 times, Janine finally stopped and just lay there on top of me.
“I submit,” I whispered to her.
“Yes, I know,” she replied.
For a second there, I thought she was going to kiss me or something, but the moment passed. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if she had, but at least I hadn’t had to decide right then. Somewhat hesitantly, we got up off the bed and went back into the living room.
“Looks like I’m making breakfast tomorrow,” I said.
“Sounds good to me. What’s it gonna be?” she asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. Say, how about watching the tube for a while before knocking off?”
“OK. Give me the remote and I’ll find something,” she demanded.
I could hardly say no after my resounding defeat, so I handed it over. Janine scanned the channels for a while before finding “Sleepless in Tacoma”, a nice romantic comedy. We lay there, each of us halfway inside her sleeping bag, head and bare breasts resting on our pillows, watching the movie with occasional tears in our eyes as the movie worked its way into our hearts. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 13 - Breakfast
I awakened before Janine, and started to prepare breakfast. Eventually, the aroma of bacon and eggs permeated the apartment and Janine stirred from her sleep.
“Hey, hurry up over there… I’m mighty hungry!” she joked.
“Keep your britches on!” I told her. “It’ll be ready when it’s ready!”
I brought her some juice, as she sat up on top off her sleeping bag. We were both still wearing only our bikini bottoms left over from the babydoll outfits. I guess we were comfortable enough now to walk around topless in front of each other. After a few minutes, I brought over the bacon, eggs & toast, and we sat there on top of our sleeping bags chowing down on the food. We concentrated on eating, talking very little.
“Very good!” she said finally. “I’m glad I won ‘cuz I’m not nearly as good a cook as you.”
“If I’d known you were a lousy cook, I’d have thrown the match for sure,” I replied.
“And here I thought you did,” she teased.
“Just wait, you’ll get yours real soon. And, you gotta see my outfit - totally hot!!”
“What’s it like? C’mon, you gotta tell!” she squealed.
“No way… no way… or it wouldn’t be a surprise. You’ll just have to wait! Besides, I haven’t seen your outfit either!”
“Yeah, OK. We can both wait,” she groused.
“OK, how about I clean up the dishes while you shower. Then I can shower while you roll up the sleeping bags, etc.”
“Sounds fine. When do you want to have our catfight match?” she asked.
“How about we go for a walk around the lake first?” I told her.
“OK,” she replied, dropping her bikini bottoms as she walked towards the bathroom to shower. Her bare ass looked very cute wiggling as she walked away from me!
We went for a brisk 3-mile walk around a lake nearby the apartment. It felt good to go outside and get some fresh air. We talked and talked, but not about wrestling. We just talked as friends… about anything that came to mind.
Chapter 14 - Catfight!
When we returned, I don’t think we were quite in the mood for a catfight, but I knew we’d both be disappointed if it didn’t happen. So, I thought I’d set the mood with a video, plopping in a catfight video that I’d gotten. It was kind of a stupid video, and you could tell it was all staged, but it did have the requisite clothes, holds, and attitude.
But Janine hit the pause button before the video could start. “Hey, let’s put on our outfits first!” she said, clearly getting more in the mood.
“OK. But let’s surprise each other. You dress here, and I’ll dress in the bedroom,” I told her.
“Fine, a few minutes more won’t matter,” she said. But I could tell she was peeved, nevertheless.
I went into my bedroom and slipped off my shirt and jeans, and then slipped on my light pink g-string thong, garter belt and hose. My butt hung out totally and I thought it was pretty sexy. I admired myself in the mirror. The light pink color seemed to bring out the natural brown of my hair, as well as the brownish coloration of my bare nipples. I was totally psyched!
“You ready??” I asked before opening the door.
“OK. Anytime,” she replied.
I opened the door and sprang out, yelling “Taa daa!! Knock yourself out!!”
But then I looked at Janine, and my mouth went agape. She was wearing a totally hot outfit herself - some sort of pantyhose/garter combo and white g- string thong.
“Yeah! You look great! I can hardly wait to get started! How about me? What do you think?” she asked tentatively… maybe with a little uncertainty. “Do you like it?”
“Oooo… its super! Totally hot!! And… I can hardly wait to catfight, too! But what do you call it? I’ve never seen anything like it. C’mon, turn around so I can see you better.”
Janine turned slowly so that I could admire her outfit. The white lace was very becoming on her. I’d only seen her rump briefly this morning, and I was delighted to see firmness - no trace of celluloid. A very nice ass indeed!
“It’s called ‘wide lace garterbelt hose.’ I spotted them while you were in the dressing room. Cool, aren’t they?” she told me. “Now its your turn to show off!”
I turned just the same way Janine had done. I knew she was inspecting my body, but I had no qualms. “So, what do you think of my outfit?” I asked.
“Nice ass!” she said without hesitation. And, I like the way you look in lacy pink. I can’t wear pink and look that good. You are one hot looking woman!”
The mutual admiration had been necessary to put each other at ease, and I felt that we’d been honest, too. I was a lot more comfortable now, sitting nearby each other in these outfits, watching the video. However, we soon tired of the video, although the various breast mauling/fighting was kind of interesting.
So, what do you think? What kind of rules should we have?” I asked her.
“Hey, it’s your apartment - you have to make the rules. Just keep in mind what Emma says… we both have to agree and it’s just for fun,” she advised.
“Yeah. OK. I’m kind of OK with hair pulling, breast mauling, or spanking, so long as it isn’t done too hard… pretty much anything goes other than scratching, biting, hitting…”
“Or kicking…”
“Yeah. I think we’ll figure it out as we go… just avoid going overboard or anything,” I told her. “Let’s not dwell on the particulars, only on general stuff.”
“OK”
“How about two rounds in the living room, starting with a breast duel each time. Then, if needed, we’ll have the final round in the bedroom, starting with a mutual breast maul - submission fighting all the way. Do you agree?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sure. But tell me one thing - what’s a breast duel?” she replied.
“Don’t worry. You’ll find out soon enough! Let’s get down on our knees to start.”
“Hey! I’m not worried about a breast duel!” she said defiantly. And then, Janine ratcheted the trash talk to a new level, saying, “Besides, those breasts of yours look kind of wimpy, anyway. Maybe you should have worn a bra for some protection.”
“Not so. The only wimp-like breasts I see around here are yours,” I replied, feigning total resentment.
“Then you’re not afraid of this test between us… this breast-to-breast duel,” she replied fiercely.
“Sure. Fine. I’m ready for you,” I replied quickly, wanting this more than I had yet realized, and starting to take it more seriously. “OK. First lock your hands together behind your back and I’ll do the same. Then we breast duel until one of us is knocked to the mat. Then we catfight from there.”
“Fine. Let’s do it. I’m ready for you,” she said confidently.
“Let’s go then!” I’d show her whose breasts were wimpy - certainly not mine!
We edged forward, breasts jutting outward towards the other until we met breast-to-breast with a slap/thud. Our nylon leggings rubbed against each other as our breasts clashed, hands still locked together behind the back, accentuating the contact.
At first, we just whacked away at each other, breasts against breasts, and I have to admit, I was getting a little sore. Neither of us seemed to have much of an advantage this way, so I asked her, “How about we quit with the whacking and try it a little differently?”
“OK. I’m game,” she replied.
“Let’s try a test of breast strength, so to speak. Just meet in the middle and push away at each other with our chests.”
“Yeah, fine.”
We edged forward until our breasts touched, hands still clasped behind our backs. The pressure was light at first as we stared at each other, eye-to-eye. Then we began to push. It was a clumsy way to duel, as our arms were useless, making it hard to keep one’s balance. Our breasts were hot from the conflict, and a little sweaty, and soon they began to slide freely across each other, as we vied for position. My erect nipples danced across Janine’s equally erect nipples from time to time, and the erotic contact sent a tingle right down my spine.
Then, Janine twisted to the side as I was about to lean into her once more, and I fell forward onto the mat. I started to roll, anticipating her next move. Partially frustrated, Janine slapped my nearly bare ass hard. Then she leaped at me and we made full body contact. I grabbed at her hair in retaliation, yanking reasonably hard. Janine cried out loudly, but I didn’t think I’d pulled all that hard. The next thing I knew, she had my tresses in her clutches and was pulling hard, too.
We rolled around on the mat back and forth, our nylon clad legs intertwined, in a hair-pulling contest. Both of us had increased the pressure as the battle went on, and tears were streaming down our cheeks. The sensation of nylons against nylons was kind of slippery, but sensuous, as we rolled around.
“Give!!” she commanded, “and I’ll let go!”
“No… you give!” I told her, “and I’ll let you go!”
Neither of us would let go, and the pressure was getting intense. But we were too stubborn to let go. I released her legs and tried to stand up. Janine did the same and soon we were standing on the mat, still clinging to each other’s tresses, but not pulling as much. We saw the tears in each other’s eyes and just let go without a word.
We locked up, arms to shoulders, and continued, at least for the moment, in a more traditional manner. Oddly enough, I was very moist between the thighs from the hair-fight. And, my head/hair didn’t seem too bothered by it. I guess it wasn’t so bad… maybe even OK… or interesting…
I managed to trip her up, and Janine landed face first on the couch, legs hanging off with her feet on the floor. Her g-stringed ass was an inviting target. I lay my chest on her back to keep her still, then began spanking her butt, moderately hard at first, and then with increasing pressure.
“Let me go!@#” she screamed. “I’ll get even!!”
“If you want me to stop, you’ll have to give up,” I told her calmly. “Do you give?”
“No way bitch!” she exclaimed, forcing her way upright and turning to face me, both of us kneeling on the carpeted floor - the mat was off to the side.
I was a bit shocked with the change in language, and Janine could see it. I wasn’t sure how mad she was, and then I saw a smile cross her face.
“Sorry… just getting a little overly in the mood…” she said quietly.
“Yeah… it happens… very easily. As long as I know you’re just reacting to the fight and aren’t really mad, we can keep going,” I asked.
“I’m OK to go on,” she said. “But I think we need a codeword to signal when things go too far.”
“How about ‘abort’?” I asked.
“Fine. Otherwise, the language can be as foul as we want.”
“OK, slut!” I replied and leaped at her, forcing her back against the cushions of the couch.
“Easy for you to say, beaver breath!” she spat back at me, throwing me to the floor face down.
Janine quickly straddled my waist, but in the opposite direction from usual. I knew she wasn’t going for a toehold or whatever. Retaliation was all she had in mind. The first thwack landed hard on my unprotected (g-stringed) rump. And then another swat… followed by another. They really stung, and maybe I could have got free sooner, but wanted to prove that I could take it… and not just dish it out. And as the number of swats increased, I found that I could handle the hot, stinging sensation with little difficulty.
I should have paid more attention to escaping, as Janine changed tactics without warning. She grabbed my right ankle and tucked it behind my left knee. Then she sat down hard on me, bare rump to bare rump, pulling hard on my left ankle to secure the hold. There was no time to pay attention to the erotic contact between us as I quickly realized my misfortune. I was caught in a Scorpion Leg Lock! We’d practiced this hold several times, and I had never been able to escape. But this time it was worse… we were in a submission match… and Janine was applying the hold more forcefully than ever before.
‘Yeeouch!’ I said to myself, trying to deny the pain a little longer. I tried to reach around and unbalance her, or to grab an arm, or anything. But it just wasn’t working.
“C’mon bitch! Give in! You know you want to!” she told me.
“Never!” I replied, but without much conviction. She had me and she knew it. A few moments later, I whispered a different answer. “I submit…”
Janine released me immediately, and got up to sit on the couch. I got up and joined her there. “You OK?” she asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. This is really different... pretty rough. But I liked it anyway. It never got really out of hand.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. You should see your ass… bright red and all,” she giggled.
“Hey, you should have seen yours… scarlet!!” I replied testily. “In fact, why don’t you stand up now and let me see if you’re still red.”
She complied without question, standing up for me to see. “How now??” she asked.
“The redness has faded… just light pink right now. No hand prints either,” I told her.
“C’mon, you too,” she told me as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet.
I spun around slowly. “How do I look… any marks?” I asked.
“Yeah. Your ass is still pretty red, although the handprints are faded away,” she advised. “Hey, I need a sip of water or something before we continue.”
We walked into the kitchen. We must’ve looked a silly pair in our garter outfits and g-strings. But who cared? It was just the two of us, anyway, and we were both comfortable with what we were doing.
We chatted in the kitchen for a few moments. But it wasn’t long before we were ready to start round two. We went back to the living room to resume, standing on the mat, facing each other.
“OK. Another breast duel to start, but this time standing… both hands clasped behind the back like before. But this time, the first one to fall, or release their handclasp, must allow the other the top position, like in a normal wrestling match re-start.”
“Right. Let’s go!”
We moved slowly together until our breasts barely touched, nipple-to-nipple, so to speak. So, it would be dueling nipples at first. My nipples were soft before making contact, but immediately became hard and erect after first contact. It was the same for Janine, and we were soon brushing our enlarged nipples back and forth against each other. And then came light pressure, sliding back & forth… up & down… breast against breast and nipple against nipple. Finally, the pressure increased to the point that the action was much more intense, walloping away chest to chest, neither of us willing to back off. My wetness increased further as we continued the struggle.
I was dumbfounded by what we were doing, but uncaring at the seemingly bizarre contest. Finally, I placed my left leg behind Janine’s right ankle and impaled her breasts with mine. She fell to the mat, catching herself with her hands, landing on her hands and knees. After recovering herself, she waited there for me to kneel alongside.
We had done this type of start position during practice, but never topless as we now were. Janine was waiting for me to get set as I kneeled down, my knees alongside hers and my breasts pressing against her back as I reached around her with my right arm. I had already placed my left hand over her left wrist, and she was waiting for me to place my right hand on her bare tummy. Instead, I grabbed a hold of her bare right breast, squeezed hard enough to get a good grip, and then yelled, “Go!!”
I think Janine was surprised by the overt grab. She reared up and tried to stand, but I held her in position. She tried to grab my right arm and roll, but I put a stop to that, too, by squeezing her breast harder. I was in control for the moment, enjoying my control over her immensely.
Finally, I released her breast and rolled Janine over onto her back. As we made full frontal body contact, Janine spat out, “Just wait… I’ll get even… you’ll get yours bitch.”
“Promises, promises,” I replied as I reared up and then whacked her breasts with mine. Then she grabbed my hair so I couldn’t do that again. I retaliated the only way I could and we soon were locked in another hair pulling duel, rolling around on the mat. However, this time our legs were free of each other and we worked our way up to a kneeling position, still pulling hard at each other’s roots. The tears again flowed freely as we fought. But this time, I waded into her, knocking her back down, both of us releasing the other’s hair. Janine landed face down and I climbed onto her back.
“No revenge for you this time, slut!” I told her as I grabbed another handful of hair, yanking her head back. I sat on her soft, silky butt, and then reached back with my free hand and grabbed one of her legs. I pulled it towards me, applying pressure. I had her suffering now, one hand pulling her hair & head back sort of like a Camel Clutch, and the other hand pulling her leg into an unseemly position.
“C’mon… submit and I’ll let you go,” I told her.
Janine surprised me, agreeing readily. “OK. I submit.”
The hold must have really hurt, and I felt a little bad. Janine just lay there, so I began to massage her calf and thigh. The nylons were slippery, which aided somewhat as I slid my hands around on her leg. I was a little uncomfortable as I approached her inner thigh area and bare ass, but I heard no objection, just heavy sighs. After a few moments, we got up and went into the kitchen for some more water.
Janine finally spoke. “That was really intense. I don’t think I’ve ever been in that much pain before, short of an injury or something. But it was OK,” she added quickly.
“Sorry…” I responded.
“No. Don’t be. I’ll have my revenge soon enough. Besides, I could have said ‘abort’, and I didn’t.”
“Yeah… OK,” I said a little uncertainly.
“Hey, the leg massage felt good, although my hair roots are still sore.”
I set my water down and then came up behind Janine, my fingernails massaging her scalp tenderly. She sighed deeply and I continued for a few minutes.
“Your turn now,” she said as I released her.
Janine stepped behind me and dug her fingernails into my scalp lightly, magically massaging all of the pain away within a few minutes. Finally, she was done, and we regarded each other anew. Our g-strings were still fine, but our leggings were badly askew. And our hair looked extremely ratty. We went into the bedroom and began to comb each other’s hair, restoring some semblance of order. It felt good… combing… grooming each other that way.
The bedroom wasn’t very big - only room for the queen sized bed, a low, but wide dresser with mirror, and an old hope chest from my grandmother. There wasn’t much room to fight, other than on the bed. We soon were in better spirits, ready to have at it for the final round.
“Say, now that we’ve gone to all this trouble to get our heads and hair back to normal, why don’t we forego hair-pulling for this last round,” I proposed.
“Good. A little hair-pulling is fine, but I don’t need anymore today,” she replied. “Are we still starting with a breast maul? I’m looking to get even.”
“Sure, but don’t count on it. Your breasts are too weak to take much pressure for long,” I mocked.
“Look who’s talking… wimp tits!”
“Yeah, right. Get up on the bed right now and we’ll see who’s got wimp tits,” I replied hotly.
I crawled onto the queen bed from one side and Janine got up from the other. We waddled our way towards the center of the bed, our hands extended claw-like, ready to encircle and ensnare the other’s orbs. We made contact simultaneously and started to squeeze. Janine’s nipples immediately puckered up beneath my palms. The sensation was a pleasant one. My nipples came erect quickly, too, beneath the onslaught of pressure from Janine.
We looked each other in the eye as we mauled each other’s breasts. Strangely, both of us were smiling, though the pain was intense. I stared at her g-string and leggings, noticing how shapely and enticing her body was. Janine was staring at my legs and crotch, too, smiling. And, for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw her lick her lips, but I wasn’t sure.
My wetness ratcheted up even more, and my female scent was in the air. But I wasn’t going to be embarrassed about it. So what if Janine knew about my erotic feelings. If that scared her away, well… I wasn’t sure about that part.
Then I noticed an additional female scent in the air. Janine was hot, too!! But then she released my breasts and knocked my hands off of her breasts. She reached between my thighs with one arm, hand firmly planted on my bare ass, and then grabbed me with the other arm, partially picking me up and flinging my back down onto the bed.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you,” she cackled with glee as she climbed on top, straddling me at the waist. Janine tucked my arms under her knees and then began to maul my breasts. “Revenge is sweet,” she whispered, squeezing my unprotected breasts roughly.
I was in a tough spot, unable to use my hands for protection. Finally, I wriggled one arm free and attacked one of her breasts. Janine didn’t seem to mind though, saying, “It’s still two against one!” continuing to squeeze with both hands.
I squirmed and wriggled some more, finally getting my other arm free. It was now two against two as we mauled each other’s breasts freely. Our female scents mingled freely in the rarified air above the fight zone of the bed. We were both hot as could be, and not embarrassed by it in the least. As we continued our struggle, subconsciously, I wondered where this might one day lead.
Then Janine shifted position, grabbing at my arms, trying to lock them beneath her once more. But I couldn’t let that happen, so I bridged, and then shoved her to the side. Janine rolled off the bed, but landed upright on her feet. She stepped back a little, surprised, so I jumped off the bed and pushed her against the wall. Our hands clasped together naturally as I pressed her against the wall, breast-to-breast. Janine struggled to get free, but I held her tight, gradually forcing her over near the dresser. Our stockings sang with an erotic twang as our legs struggled below. Janine hooked a leg around one of mine, trying to trip me over, but I held tight. Finally, I shoved Janine to the side and she landed butt first on top of the dresser, legs dangling off the end with me lying tightly against her. I held her down, finally freeing one of my hands to maul her breasts some more. But it didn’t last long as Janine rolled us off the dresser. We cartwheeled across the small floor area and landed back on the bed.
I was on my back, my legs spread wide. Janine stared at my crotch, smiling at my predicament, and then leaped at me. But I caught her in a scissors on the way in, and flung her down on her back. This time I didn’t even bother with a waist scissors. I went immediately to her chest and applied a scissors there, her breasts caught between the tremendous pressure of my thighs. I squeezed harder and harder, Janine’s breasts pancaking beneath the silky, pink nylons covering my inner thigh area. It was just a matter of time now, as I saw the fight gradually go out of her. Janine tried to grab my breasts with her free hand, but then I stopped her and she was all but done for.
Once she was sufficiently weakened, I released the scissors and climbed on top, lying on her from head to toe. I held her arms down, my breasts hovering slightly above her face. “OK. Whose breasts are stronger?” I asked.
Janine said nothing, smiling oddly somehow at my breasts hovering above her. I lowered my breasts onto her face for the hold that I’m sure she was expecting. I applied the breast smother for a few moments, and then rose up again pummeling her face back and forth with my breasts as I did.
“Again. Whose breasts are stronger?” I asked forcefully.
Still, Janine said nothing, so I breast smothered her again, this time longer. As I rose to whack her face once more, Janine’s tongue appeared, making contact with my nipples.
“Your breasts are strongest,” she murmured softly, lapping lightly at my nipples, “and deserve replenishment for their victory.” Janine continued to lick, kiss, suck, swirl her tongue upon my nipples as I lay there above her, breasts dangling over her face, drinking in the pleasure of my victory, our nylon clad legs intertwining repeatedly. Then she nibbled expertly on the tip of each nipple, biting very lightly, arousing me even further. I began to reach for her breasts, but she stopped me, saying, “No, not now. This is your reward. Maybe next time I’ll win and you can reward me.”
“If you’re sure…” I responded in earnest.
“I’m sure,” she replied. “Besides, I have something special planned for next week.”
“Which is…”
“Now be quiet and let me work on you,” she scolded, rolling me over so she was on top, continuing to stimulate my breasts and nipples with her hands, lips & tongue, legs still wrapped together.
Finally, we got up, neither of us certain that we should take this encounter further at present. We dressed quietly, and I helped Janine bring all her stuff to her car. We were silent until we got to the car.
“That was some slumber party, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Yeah. It was. The fights were intense, and we really got to know each other, too, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, more than I had expected… but good,” she replied.
I looked around, and seeing that no one was around, I kissed her fully on the lips. Janine didn’t hold back. In fact, she responded hungrily, pulling me close. We kept at it for a few moments, and then finally stopped when a car pulled into the parking lot nearby.
“Shopping again Wednesday night?” she asked. “We can shop for next week’s match.”
“You’re on!” I said with a very big smile.