More Novices: “The Owl & the Field Mouse”, by Gark
Toni and Terri, two young women of age 22, have been roommates for several years since meeting in college. They have known their current boyfriends, Sam and Max, for about six months. In this first episode of the series, Toni and Terri make some new friends who have an interesting hobby. [Told from Toni’s point of view.]
I first heard it one Saturday night. My roommate, Terri, was gone for the weekend, a rarity for her. So, Sam & I had the place to ourselves, taking advantage by making love in our favorite place - the cushy, comfy, living room couch. Sam was sitting in a corner of the couch, and I was straddling him at the waist, vigorously riding his rigid pole. I liked the way we fit together this way - he was about 7" taller and 75 pounds heavier than me, so the position was a good equalizer. He could grope my breasts as much as he wanted, and I could control the rhythm of our hip movement.
But abruptly, there came a loud thumping noise from the ceiling, obviously originating from the third-floor apartment above. And it didn’t stop, either, coming at irregular intervals. I paused for a moment to listen, but Sam continued to paw at my body, groping hard at my beleaguered breasts, silently urging me to get ‘restarted’ again. But I was the one in control on top, and my curiosity was aroused. I wriggled around a little to keep him happy, but I was still curious about the sporadic thumping noise from above. Finally, I relented and gave Sam the attention he deserved. But the thumping noise continued.
Later, we were relaxing on the couch, cuddling under a heavy comforter, watching a movie on the tube, sporadic thumping noises still coming from above. At least it hadn’t ruined the sex, but I was really wondering now, mystified by the loud, irregular nature of it. Finally, after about an hour and a quarter, it stopped just as suddenly as it started.
Sam & I spent some time speculating on what we’d heard. Could it be dancing, exercise, or even lovemaking? It didn’t seem regular enough to be any of these, but what could it be?
As we began to doze off on the couch, it occurred to me that the sound seemed to have more of a ‘pouncing’ nature to it… almost as if one person was pouncing on another person. But Sam was beginning to snore, so I could hardly ask his opinion. I lost the thought as I conked out, too.
Sam left the next morning, and I was alone with nothing to do but laundry. I trudged down the hall from my corner apartment towards the second floor laundry room midway down the hall. Unfortunately, as was usually the case, the washing machine was out of order. Drudgingly, I dragged my big tub of laundry up the stairs to the third floor laundry room. And, as usual, someone was already using the washer and dryer. But at least there were only a few minutes left, so I decided to wait it out so I could get in next. I plopped down in one of the nearby chairs to wait.
After a few minutes, a tall young woman entered, took a quick look at the washer, and then ‘harrumphed’ that it was still in spin-cycle. She glanced at me, seeming to size me up for a few moments before plopping down in the chair next to me.
“Hello,” she said pleasantly, extending her hand. “My name is Rachel.”
“Nice to meet you,” I replied, shaking her hand. “My name’s Toni. I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Nope, me and Janine have only been here a few days,” she continued. “We moved in about a week and a half ago… into the third floor apartment on the Northeast corner. It’s a nice spot, big bedrooms, and extra windows.”
Rachel lived directly above me! She must have been making the thumping noise last night! Maybe she or Janine, I realized! I quickly stifled a gasp before replying, more evenly than I thought possible, “Yeah, I know. I live in a corner apartment, too.” But that was all I wanted to say for now, not wanting to spoil our introduction. I was sorely tempted, but definitely not prepared to say that I lived in the second floor Northeast apartment… just below her. I badly wanted to know about last night’s thumping sound, but this wasn’t the right time.
Rachel smiled crookedly for a moment, perhaps realizing where I might live. But she didn’t raise the subject either. Just then, a bell ‘dinged’ and Rachel got up to gather her clothes from the dryer. As she stooped down in front of the dryer to pull her clothes out, I got a better look at her. Rachel was very tall, maybe 23 years old, about 5'11" tall with beautiful, auburn brown hair. She was wearing shorts and a tank top. I could see her long legs, narrow hips & waist, and well-proportioned shoulders. And, her boobs were pretty reasonably sized for a tall woman. Her friendly smile enhanced an already pretty face. But it was her muscle tone that really caught my eye - she was a very fit woman… probably fairly strong, too.
Rachel turned around suddenly, and caught me staring. I quickly snapped out of my stupor, and pretended to have been dozing instead. I got up & shook off my supposed tiredness, and then stretched my 5'5" frame as if to stave off a yawn. She watched me closely as I did, but I doubt she was much impressed. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on me, but I wasn’t fit or muscular in the least. And, my 32A boobs weren’t much to admire, although you’d never know it by the way Sam attacked them whenever we were together. I kept my bright red locks short, as that was about the only way to control the incredible curliness of my hair.
The washer spun down as she finished emptying the dryer. Rachel quickly transferred her wet clothes to the dryer, and then began folding her dried clothes, as I loaded my dirty clothes into the washer. I could tell she was scoping me out as she worked, but how could I complain after I’d done the same to her. I think it was a natural girl-thing… figuring out who was fairest, or something like that. There was no doubt in my mind that it was she, although I’d often been told I was pretty.
We finished our chores about the same time and walked out the laundry room door together. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” I told her. And that was the truth, too, as I was still dying to ask her about the thumping. But I knew it was unlikely. People rarely knew their neighbors that well in an apartment building.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Maybe I’ll see you at the pool. Janine & I like to swim.”
“Yeah. Maybe,” I replied as I headed down the stairs to the second floor. After all, I liked to swim, so maybe we would meet again. As I reached my floor, it occurred to me that Rachel had seen me head downstairs and might now realize I lived below her. But so what… it didn’t really matter that much.
Later that night, Terri returned from her weekend away. She staggered in and plopped down on the couch next to me. “Boy am I thumped!” she groaned.
“Poor dear,” I teased. “Did Max wear you out?”
“You know it,” she replied. “I don’t know which is more sore… puss or boobs.”
Terri was only 5'2", but she weighed a bit more than me… a good share of it in her boobs. Her hair was dirty-blond and shoulder length, with light highlighting. Terri was a bit heavier set, with an impressive 36D rack, which I’m sure had kept Max pretty busy these last few days. I envied her large boobs, and she envied my slender hips in return. ‘Well, no one ‘s perfect,’ I told myself, although maybe I’d met someone pretty close to it earlier today. I snapped out of my thoughts, and continued. “Hey, that doesn’t sound so bad,” I told her.
“Yeah. It was great having his parent’s house to ourselves for the weekend… having the freedom to do just about anything…” she droned. “But how about you? What did you and Sam do all by your lonesomes?”
“Oh you know… the usual… I rode him, and then he rode me, and so on, and so on. But there was one odd thing. On Saturday night, there was an incredible thumping noise coming from the apartment above!”
“Yeah! I’ve heard it, too!” she exclaimed. “It was a week ago on Saturday night. You and Sam were out when it started. And Max had already gone home by the time it started. Loud and at irregular intervals!”
“Yep. That was it. I can’t imagine what it was, though” I told her.
“If it was sex, I’d sure like to have seen it,” she replied slyly.
“Yeah, but I doubt it… not regular enough.”
“Uh huh. But what was it? It couldn’t have been dancing, either, for the same reason.”
Then I remembered my idea. “It sounded sort of like one person was pouncing on another person… like
fighting or something.”
“Naw. I doubt that. I think it would have been a lot worse sounding… and yelling, too,” she answered.
“Well, I don’t know, but I met one of the two women living above us today in the laundry room,” I told her smugly. “And she looked fit enough to take on most anyone, female or male.”
“Really. A muscle woman or something?” she asked.
“No, just really tall, lean and fit. And she held herself upright very confidently, like nothing could shake her,” I replied matter-of-factly.
“Hmmm. I’ll have to think this one over. Did you meet her roommate? Male or female?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t meet the roommate, but by the name, definitely a woman… Janine. But it was Rachel that I met.”
“Maybe we’ll see them around some time. Can you point them out?” she asked.
“Sure, Rachel at least. Maybe we can figure this thing out,” I offered.
“Yep. Most definitely,” she answered.
Chapter 1C - More Introductions
Several more weekends passed, and sure enough, there was the loud thumping sound each Saturday night. Our curiosity was definitely getting the better of us as we imagined all sorts of scenarios to explain the sounds emanating from Janine and Rachel’s apartment. But we hadn’t bumped into them again, so who knew for sure?
The most interesting scenario we’d come up with was ‘the owl and field mouse’. Terri had thought it up, and it was completely laughable. But nothing reasonable had presented itself, so we joked about the owl and field mouse from time to time. Terri had imagined one of them as a poor little field mouse making it’s way across a field - the living room - hunting for a morsel of food. Then the other, as the owl, would swoop down upon the mouse. Owl and mouse would then scurry around, finding cover and fighting as necessary.
I had been swimming from time to time, hoping to bump into Rachel. My patience was finally rewarded one Thursday evening as I wandered into the indoor pool area. Rachel was there and waved me over to meet a tall, equally beautiful & fit woman standing nearby. “Hi Toni!” she said excitedly. “This is Janine, my roommate.”
“Nice to meet you Janine. I feel like I know you already,” I told here pleasantly, not realizing my faux pas.
“Oh… Nice to meet you, too,” she replied uncertainly. “You must live below us, as Rachel guessed.”
“Guilty as charged,” I replied, feeling badly that I’d put her on the spot.
“Geez… we’re awfully sorry about the noise…” Janine continued.
“Aw, don’t worry about it,” I told them. “It’s not that often, after all, and it’s given my roommate Terri & me something to wonder about. We can’t figure out what that noise is all about!”
“Maybe we’ll tell you later,” replied Rachel. “Let’s take a dip first. Hey, did you know that Janine is my swimming teacher? She’s just given me another lesson… I’ve gotten pretty good! C’mon!”
And with that, Janine and Rachel jumped in and started stroking for the opposite end of the pool. I dropped my towel wrap and dove in, too. Soon we were all doing laps, side-by-side. Janine swam effortlessly and I’m sure she could have left us behind at any time, but she restrained herself in favor of comradery.
After a few laps, we stopped at the shallow end of the pool to chat. “Geez, Janine, you’re a natural…” I said. “You swim like a fish!”
“Thanks,” she replied, “but I’ve been at it a lot of years. I even swam competitively in high school.”
“Yeah,” Rachel chimed in, “Janine is very competitive… in many things!”
Janine gave Rachel a feigned dirty look, and then splashed some water in her face. “Just watch it, or I’ll show you how competitive I am… right here,” she teased.
Maybe I was right. I decided to test them. “Hey,” I interrupted. “Terri and I have a theory about the thumping noise…” And I proceeded to tell them about the owl and field mouse theory.
“Very interesting,” Janine considered, “never thought of that one, but that’s not it.”
“Hey, if you want to find out,” Rachel chimed in, “c’mon over Saturday night and you can see first hand.”
The invitation caught me off guard, and I stood there dumbfounded in the pool considering.
“Yeah,” added Janine, “You can bring your roommate, too, if you want. What was her name, again?”
“Uh…” I replied, stalling, considering whether this was a good idea. “Terri’s her name.” Finally, I just decided. “And, I’d love to come over. I’ll bring Terri with too, assuming she’s free.”
“Great,” they chimed, literally beaming at one another. “We’d love to get to know some other people around here,” Rachel added.
“How about 7:00?” asked Janine. “We can call out for a pizza, or something.”
“It’s a date!” I replied, suddenly caught up in their enthusiasm.
We got out of the pool. Janine shook off her short, sandy blonde hair before toweling off. I couldn’t help but admire her tall, lithe body as she dried herself. These two women were amazingly striking - tall, thin and physically fit as could be - and both wearing form fitting bikinis!
But that wasn’t true of Terri and me. I was reasonably trim and fit, although not like Janine and Rachel. Terri was ‘big boned’ and rarely exercised, weighing about 130 lb to my 123 lb. I wasn’t sure why I was thinking about Terri just now, comparing myself to her… Maybe it was the influence of these two super babes.
As I recovered from my stupor, I realized that the two women had been checking me out, as well. But I was wearing a more modest two-piece swimsuit, unlike their more racy suits. I didn’t know what to think… maybe just girl stuff.
As we wandered back to the apartment, wearing towels over our swimsuits, we made more small talk. As Janine and Rachel continued up to the third floor, Janine shouted out a last request. “Be sure to wear shorts and t-shirts… nothing too good that you’d care about getting messed up.”
It was too late to question her, as they disappeared around the flight of stairs. All I could do was shout after them, “Okay!!!”
‘What the heck was that about?’ I wondered as I walked down the hall to my apartment… ‘Nothing too good that you’d care about getting messed up…’ Hmmm. Maybe the owl and field mouse thing was kind of close…
Terri and I were usually with our boyfriends on Saturday nights, but after we told them where we were going, they eagerly agreed to our night away, as they were as curious as we were.
“Hey, which one do you think is the owl, and which is the field mouse?” Terri kidded as we strolled down the third floor hallway towards Janine and Rachel’s apartment. We were dressed as Janine had requested, choosing loose fitting jean shorts and simple t-shirts.
“I don’t know,” I replied in jest. “Maybe they figure it out each week.” I’d had no idea at the time how close we’d come to the truth.
We pushed the door chime, and Rachel promptly let us in. I handed her a bottle of wine and Terri held forth a six-pack of light beer, saying, “To go with the pizza!”
Janine soon joined us, so we selected our beverages, discussing our favorite pizza toppings. Janine managed to decipher it all, saying, “You guys can go into the living room and chat while I call it in. There’s a pizza joint we always use. The delivery guy is really cute, and he blushes real easily when we tease him.”
I could understand that. I always liked it when I could get a rise out of a guy. We’d have to check him out when he arrived. But for now, Terri & I plopped down together on the couch along the near wall. Rachel sat on a second couch opposite us and we made small talk while waiting for Janine to join us.
Rachel wore skin tight, bright yellow shorts and a baggy white t-shirt… and I think braless, as her nipples were occasionally outlined on the fabric. Janine came in, and I could see she was wearing pretty much the same thing - tight, cherry-red shorts and a baggy, pale yellow blouse. She was braless, too.
Rachel caught me staring at Janine’s chest, and there was a moment of unease, before Janine offered an explanation. “We like to go braless for Luke… you know, the pizza boy.”
“Yeah, it really whips him up, especially when we chat with him for a while, and then don’t invite him to stay!” chortled Rachel. “But to be fair, he’s more like a pizza man, not a pizza boy, and he’s kind of hot in his own way!”
“Hey… something to look forward to,” laughed Terri, reaching inside of her shirt to remove her brassiere from within. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind ogling a few more breasts.” Still wearing her shirt, Terri dropped her large-cupped bra alongside the couch.
They all looked over at me, and I soon was removing my bra from beneath my shirt, as well. “I might as well join in. Maybe he likes small boobs, too,” I laughed a bit uncomfortably.
Soon, the subject switched to men and boyfriends, and Terri and I went to great lengths telling them about Sam and Max. Surprisingly, Janine and Rachel were both without boyfriends. It made me a little uneasy, and I began to wonder, but they had thought that the pizza guy was hot…
The main door buzzer sounded before I got very far in my considerations. It was the pizza ‘boy’, and Rachel buzzed him in. I could hardly wait to see him! We all lined up at the door, and when he pressed the door chime, Janine flung open the door. We’d all agreed to take a deep breath and look as chesty as possible, while keeping our shirts on. He was frozen in his steps, looking us over very closely as he gazed at chest level from one of us to the next, to the next, no doubt eyeing our protruding nipples.
A big grin appeared on his face, and he finally spoke. “Aaahhhh… Hello ladies… having a big party tonight??? Need an available man or anything???”
“This is Luke, the pizza boy!” chortled Janine.
“Yeah, someday to be the pizza man,” Rachel chimed in, causing Luke to blush deeply, turning beet red. “And this is Toni… and this is Terri,” she continued, motioning to each of us.
“Very pleased to meet you ladies… and to be at your service…”
It was a nice recovery, from blush to suave. Luke was smooth, and yet he was clumsy at the same time. I could see why Janine & Rachel thought he was really hot. Luke stood about 6 feet tall, his shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow. His face was handsome, but especially so when he blushed, or when Rachel showed an interest. I saw Rachel demonstrate complete control over Luke when she made a big deal of taking the pizza from him, saying, “Nice and hot… just the way I like it,” all the while licking her lips wickedly. The poor guy almost melted right there, again turning beet red!
Finally, Janine smiled sweetly, saying, “Sorry, not tonight Luke. Just us girls…”
I think I was looking at a carefully orchestrated scene, as Luke recovered swiftly, replying, “Oh too bad! Maybe next time, though.”
“Yeah, maybe next time,” cooed Rachel in turn.
Luke turned to leave, saying, “Have a good night. And, nice meeting you Toni and Terri! If you change your mind, you know how to reach me.” And with that, he was gone.
“You guys are really cruel… such teases!” I told them.
“Hey, he loves it… you can tell!” replied Rachel.
“Yeah, he’s probably doing it solo in his delivery car right now,” chimed in Janine.
“Yeah, yeah. But sometime you guys are gonna have to pay the piper, you know,” Terri kidded.
“I suppose so,” replied Rachel.
“Yup,” I added. “But let’s get at the pizza.”
We let the subject drop and concentrated on pizza. But there wasn’t really that much of it and we were soon finished.
“Geez, that was good. Maybe we should call Luke for some more,” Terri said hungrily.
“It would probably be best if we didn’t, considering what’s next on the agenda. Besides, we have ice cream and hot fudge for later.”
“You mean… we finally find out about the thumping sound,” I asked with contrived excitement.
“Yep,” they replied in unison. “Just give us a sec…”
Chapter 1E - The Thumping Sound
Terri and I sat there a moment, then Janine and Rachel returned, dragging a couple of exercise mats behind them. “Just give us a moment here, and we’ll explain all,” Janine advised. “Could you guys shove your couch to the side, please, while we fit these two mats together?”
We did as asked, while the two of them attached the mats together at one edge, creating one large exercise mat.
“Don’t tell me it’s for gymnastics,” Terri teased, already guessing the truth.
“Not quite, not quite,” replied Janine.
“Your owl and field mouse idea wasn’t too bad,” added Rachel.
“So, is it wrestling, or some sort of game?” I asked.
“Some of each, really. It’s whatever we agree to at the time, but always just for fun,” Rachel continued.
“But tonight, we thought we’d stick to wrestling,” Janine established.
“Hey, that’ll be fun!” added Terri.
“Yeah, glad you’re interested,” Rachel exclaimed. “We thought Janine and I could go first, then you guys can have a turn… that is if you want to… no pressure though… you don’t have to,” she added.
“I’m up for it,” Terri replied quickly.
Now I was in for it. I hadn’t really thought about this possibility. And I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to wrestle Terri in front of two people I barely knew. But when it came down to it, I’d been frustrated lately with Terri’s slovenly ways, and maybe this would be a good way to get even with her. “Okay! I’m in!” I told them enthusiastically.
And with that, Janine and Rachel shed their shirts, tossing them to the side, Rachel explaining, “We learned a long time ago that topless wrestling was a lot more fun.”
“Yeah, it’s by far the best way!” Janine pronounced very assuredly.
The two of them looked quite comfortable, topless, standing in front of us chattering like a couple of schoolgirls. And I suppose I’d have been comfortable too, sporting bodies like the two of them had. From top to bottom, they were exquisite… like fashion models, only better… more realistic with full, well-built bodies. They each had long, strong looking legs, thin waist, and nicely proportioned, B or C-cup breasts! I could only imagine that their butts were as shapely as the rest of them!
Rachel knocked me from my stupor, suggesting, “Hey, one of you guys can referee. We’ve already agreed to a one-fall match decided by a five-second pin. One of you can do the five-count for us!”
“Okay,” replied Terri, “I’d like to ref! It sounds like fun!”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s fine with me. I’m happy to sit over here and be the cheerleader.” I plopped down on the couch in front of the mat.
Terri was now positioned towards one side of the mat. Janine and Rachel were at the center, eyeing each other, getting ready to start. Janine looked over at Terri, and then said, “You know, there’s only one thing missing… or more correctly, one thing that isn’t missing. I think that if the two wrestlers are gonna be topless, then the referee and cheerleader should be, too.”
“Yeah, right,” agreed Terri, unabashedly peeling off her shirt and tossing it aside, clearly quite proud of her large, well-rounded breasts. Janine and Rachel watched approvingly as she did, smiling as they saw the full size of her rack.
I hadn’t counted on that. Wrestling with Terri had seemed okay, but I’d assumed that we would leave our shirts on the whole time. I’d never considered the prospect of a topless match with her, but still, it might be okay… it was just bare boobs, after all. The ante had been raised, and all I could do was peel off my shirt and toss it over by Terri’s. My boobs weren’t that bad at 32A, and I was actually quite proud of them - they were nicely shaped and hung down just right in a perky sort of way. And my bright pink nipples always got a guy going! But they were definitely the smallest boobs in the room. Nevertheless, Janine and Rachel gazed approvingly towards me, as well. That felt good… better than it should have, I realized.
But soon the match was underway. Janine and Rachel lurched forward and clasped hands with each other, trying to force the other down to the mat. Their breasts had a lively bounce as they jostled around, and their nipples were soon pointy in the cool air of the apartment.
I looked across the mat at Terri’s magnificent rack, bouncing to and fro as she followed the wrestlers around the mat. Somehow Terri’s large boobs were extremely firm, with no sag whatsoever. Like Janine and Rachel, her nipples were sticking out erect. And then I realized that my nipples were erect, too. Oh well, I’d just have to get her down doubly bad to get even.
I didn’t understand much of what was going on as Janine and Rachel plied each other with various holds. I’d never done any wrestling whatsoever… a complete novice! But I was fascinated when they used dirty tactics, such as clawing and squeezing the other’s breasts in a protracted duel. Or, scooting an arm between the other’s thighs during a takedown. And from the spirited, but friendly, verbal exchanges and smiling faces, it was pretty clear that Janine and Rachel were having a very good time! I wondered what Terri and I would do when it was our turn…
I glanced over at Terri, her huge rack bouncing around as she tried futilely to follow the action. She was trying hard to do a good job, not wanting to let our new friends down. I cheered loud and often, especially when there was a reversal of fortune! At one point, Janine had Rachel down and was sitting on her chest and shoulders. Terri began to count to five, but only got to three before Rachel arched her back and flipped Terri aside. I made a mental note of how that had been done… just in case. And, I wondered how it would feel to sit atop Terri’s large rack!
Then Rachel grabbed Janine from behind and began mauling her breasts once again. Janine twisted suddenly and Rachel landed flat on her back. Janine was on her instantly, and their breasts mashed against each other’s breasts as they rolled to and fro. I was fascinated by the way they breast dueled, thrashing and flailing against the other… I’d never seen anything like it!! I saw Terri smiling as she followed the action, watching for any sign of a pin. I could see she was in the mood… and so was I. There’d be no problem getting the two of us to go at it!
Then I began to wonder how good Terri might be. Did she have any experience? How strong was she? Would she fight dirty? Or would I? Or would we both? The possibilities seemed too many as to what would happen. And then, suddenly interrupting my stupor, Janine and Rachel tumbled right across me on the couch before landing on the mat. Then Rachel got Janine down with her back to the mat. Janine was huffing and puffing, straining hard to get free, while Rachel sat astride her chest, purposely using her butt to squash Janine’s breasts flat. After a time, I could see Janine visibly weaken, finally giving up the game. Terri did the five count, and Rachel slid forward across Janine, dragging her crotch across Janine’s face. I wasn’t sure whether the move was planned or not, but Janine didn’t seem to mind. This raised all sorts of possibilities…
The two of them had put up quite a fight, and I began wondering how often they’d wrestled. They seemed quite accomplished, but who was I to know.
Chapter 1F - Our Turn To ‘Thump’
I was jarred from my stupor as Terri plopped down on the couch nearby, poking me in the ribs. “Are you psyched?” she asked excitedly.
“Yup. I’m way-psyched!” I squealed, poking her back.
Janine & Rachel plopped down on the couch, too, and we were crammed together giggling, flailing around, and trying to sit upright. I was wondering if things would deteriorate into a four-way brawl right there, but Terri managed to separate herself and stand up on the mat.
“C’mon Toni… our turn…” she coaxed, motioning for me to join her.
“Yeah, give her heck,” cajoled Rachel.
“Okay, okay. I’m just trying to get untangled from the two of you,” I replied, finally getting to my feet. I stepped onto the mat to give it a try. Across the mat from me, Terri was grinning, looking very self-assured. I began to doubt my chances, but then realized she was probably trying to do a psych job on me, so I grinned right back. She tipped her head towards me, acknowledging my newfound confidence. Now if I could only live up to it.
Janine jumped up, too, saying, “I’ll referee for these two novices!”
“Fine with me, I like to watch,” replied Rachel.
“Okay you two,” began Janine. “There are no rules tonight, other than a variation of the golden rule… And that is ‘Don’t do to the other what you don’t want them to do to you.’ We call it our ‘Silver Rule’. You can wrestle dirty or wrestle clean… it’s up to the two of you. Got it?”
“Sounds simple enough,” chimed Terri.
“Yep, s’okay with me,” I added, trying to sound more comfortable than I was. But what had I agreed to? And how would Terri wrestle - dirty or clean? And if it were to be dirty, just how far would she go? I thought I knew Terri pretty well, but there was a wild side about her, too.
“Oh, and one other thing… Janine and me may act kind of competitive,” added Rachel, “but we always wrestle just for fun!! Definitely nothing serious here!”
“Okay you two. Let’s get started,” Janine told us.
Soon we were circling each other on the mat, looking uncertainly towards the other, not sure what to do next. Terri didn’t seem so confident now, the grin shifting to more of a slight smile. But I wasn’t at all confident either.
“Reminds me of old times,” I heard Rachel tell Janine.
“Yup, sure does,” replied Janine. “C’mon you two. Just start! It’ll all come naturally once you get going.”
I nodded my understanding and advanced quickly towards Terri, who was surprised at the move. Soon, I grabbed her at the wrists and shoved her around the mat momentarily before tripping her. Terri landed hard on the mat, and I landed hard upon her, still gripping her wrists. For the first time, our breasts made contact, my smaller ones sloshing hard against her much larger ones. I was surprised at not being revolted by it… or even bothered by it! In fact, it felt just fine, mashing my breasts against hers!
Suddenly I was in the swing of things, using my breasts to force her breasts down so that her shoulders were held to the mat. Terri flailed around helplessly beneath me, trying to flip me off, but not knowing how to do it. I held her fast and was rewarded with a two-count for my efforts. ‘Maybe this won’t be so hard,’ I wondered, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Terri retaliated quickly, freeing her arms from my wrists, and forcing us over so that she was now on top of me! I struggled hard, but couldn’t budge her. Her wider frame made it hard to roll her off me. And her huge boobs seemed to be holding me fast, and I couldn’t dislodge them from my chest. Amidst struggling to free myself, I could hear Janine counting slowly, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three…”
“Don’t give up yet!” I heard Rachel shout. “You’ve hardly begun! Flip her off!”
Then I remembered how Rachel had arched her back to escape from Janine earlier, so I did the same. To my pleasant surprise, my shoulder came up off the mat and Terri was off to the side lying next to me, kind of dumbfounded, not knowing how it had happened. I reached for her wrists again, but had to settle for her hands. I tried to push her onto her back, but she was no pushover, as I instead had to work hard not to end up on my back again. Her huge rack jostled slowly as we struggled, and my little boobs just boinged back & forth much quicker. Then inspiration struck! I used my legs for leverage, and got Terri rolled onto her back again. My smaller breasts squashed her much larger breasts flat, and I felt kind of powerful for doing it! I looked down into Terri’s eyes as she tried to get free, and was met with fierce resistance! But at least she was still smiling. And, so was I! This was a blast!!
Pretty soon, Terri, arched her back up like I’d done, and we were on our sides again, jostling for position. We really stunk! Neither of us had a clue what to do to beat the other! At least we were even in that respect. When I considered it, we were evenly matched over all. Thank goodness for that!
I tried using my legs for leverage, but Terri countered with the same move, foiling my attempt at dislodging her. Terri lifted her torso briefly, and flung her chest hard against mine, trying to flop me over. Again, she hit her chest against me real hard, and I ended up on my back. One of her legs landed between mine, so I latched onto it with my legs. Terri responded in kind, and I was surprised how naturally our legs entwined, and how good it felt…
The hold worked to my advantage, as it was hard for Terri to maintain any leverage and prevent me from rolling her over. Soon I was on top of Terri, but then I had no leverage to keep her there, either. Shortly, Terri was again on top, and trying the same tactic, raising her torso and slamming her huge breasts against my smaller breasts. It didn’t hurt or anything, although the pressure was intense. But, there was kind of a humiliation aspect to it, as she pummeled me repeatedly. I struggled to get my hands free of hers, finally succeeding. Before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed hold of her two big breasts and began to squeeze. Terri yelped in pain, and then quickly grabbed my breasts in retaliation, squeezing them painfully. I immediately thought of the Silver Rule, and how I had invited this retaliation.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I held fast and managed to roll us onto our sides. Our hands never left the other’s breasts, inflicting as much pain as we could manage, slowly escalating the pressure. Our legs were still entwined, and there seemed to be no escape for either of us. We were caught fast to the other, neither willing to let go.
But in this case, big boobs were a decided disadvantage, being a much larger target. Soon, Terri was trying to separate herself from me, but I clung tight with my legs, preventing her legs from getting loose of me. Terri seemed to panic somewhat, releasing my boobs and grabbing my hands trying to pull them free of her mammoth breasts. I clung tight, but eventually Terri got my hands off her, and we were struggling with our hands again, rolling back and forth with our legs still entwined.
We must have been a sorry sight for Janine & Rachel, who had put on such a display of wrestling prowess… At least that was the way it seemed to me. But now I could hear them muttering stuff in the background like, “looks very familiar,” and “remember when we did that,” etc.
Finally, our legs came free and we flew apart. Slowly, I got to a kneeling position. Terri was even slower getting up, but was soon facing me from a kneeling position, too. This time there was no hesitation, as we threw ourselves at the other. Our chests hit hard, and I nearly got knocked over by her hefty chest. But I held fast, and soon our breasts were dueling as our hands were struggling on their own. Terri tried to use her breasts to her advantage, continually flinging them against me. But my 32A’s held their awn against her 36D’s, smashing back as best I could.
Again I worried what Janine & Rachel must think of us, fighting almost entirely with our boobs! But we didn’t know anything else to do, and boob fighting came quite naturally to the two of us. Then I heard one of them say, “a classic tit fight!” Then the other replied, “Yeah, it’s what novices do best. And despite the size difference, they’re nearly equally matched!”
Somehow, through the haze of battle, I felt better hearing that exchange between our hostesses, although I knew at heart that we stunk as wrestlers. Still, I aimed to get Terri down and win! The next time she flung her breasts at me, I let her succeed, and bowl me over. As we went down, I twisted us around, landing Terri on her back. I remembered how Rachel had sat atop Janine to pin her, so I did the same to Terri. I plopped my butt right down on her huge breasts, and placed my knees on her shoulders. My hands soon found hers and held them in place over her head. I lifted my butt briefly, and then slammed it down hard on her boobs, making her realize the extent of her predicament.
Terri thrashed around whenever the pin count reached three or four, but I always managed to stay put atop her, then slamming my butt down upon her breasts as punishment for trying to get free. She even arched her back, trying to twist free & knock me off, and again I punished her. Terri’s legs flailed around uselessly as I continued to hold her down. I must have sat there atop her for 4 or 5 minutes as she struggled to prevent the five count. But I could tell Terri was tiring and I’d have her soon. I bounced up and down on her breasts a few more times to take the last of the fight out of her. This time Janine succeeded making the final count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and… one-thousand-five! We have our winner… Toni by a five-count pinfall!!”
I jumped up quickly and pranced around the mat with my arms raised in triumph. It was kind of corny, and it must have looked pretty silly, my breasts boinging back and forth as I pranced around the room. Then I saw Terri still lying there, I suddenly felt very guilty. I went to her quickly and helped her up, apologizing profusely for my insane display, “Geez Terri, I’m sorry. I just got caught up in the moment. It was such an intense match… and I was so surprised to win!”
“It’s okay,” she managed, getting to her feet. “I completely understand. I mean, who would have thought that you and I would even have a wrestling match… let alone have such a major struggle. And… you know… it was really, really fun. I hope we can do it again sometime.”
“Yeah sure… for sure,” I replied, not really certain that I meant it. But it had been a lot of fun, even though we were so pathetic. “But we have to learn how to actually wrestle some, or our boobs’ll fall off!” I laughed.
“Yeah. You’re on!” replied Terri, pressing her body against mine for a congratulatory hug.
Janine and Rachel gave us a moment, then interrupted. “You guys really did quite well for your first time out. And, if you’re serious about learning more, we can help you a lot. We’ve got books, web links, videos, etc. And you can spar with us if you like…”
“Hey thanks,” Terri replied. “I think everything except the sparring, at least for a while.”
“Yeah. You guys are too good for us, and you’re a lot taller and all.”
“Okay, okay. That makes sense,” Janine answered.
“All right then. How about some ice cream and hot fudge!!!” Rachel cried out excitedly.
We all jumped up and went into the kitchen, not bothering to put on our shirts. Janine started scooping the ice cream while Rachel heated the hot fudge sauce in the microwave. Soon we were enjoying our sundaes in the living room, comparing notes about the matches we’d just been through, explaining what we were thinking when such and such was happening, etc, etc.
Eventually, the discussion turned to Janine and Rachel’s matches, and we went long into the night hearing about that! The two of them had few inhibitions, if any, Janine saying at one point, “You haven’t really wrestled until you’ve wrestled nude. It’s the most natural way… like the Greeks did it!”
Neither of us had a good reply for that, a subject best left to discuss on our own. Wrestling was great fun! But it was obvious from what Janine & Rachel told us, that eroticism was a major part their wrestling adventures. I guessed, though, that they had left out some of the more erotic details. But I had felt ‘it’ a little while wrestling with Terri, too, although not in the overpowering way that Janine and Rachel described. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I mean, wrestling with Terri wasn’t sex or anything, or at least I didn’t think it was… Then I wondered if I could ever be like Janine and Rachel. The answer wasn’t an easy one.
Much later, Terri & I trudged down the hall, and then down the stairs to our apartment. We talked very little on the way, both of us exhausted, Terri finally saying, “You know, my boobs are sore… just like after a weekend with Max.”
“Oh… sorry about that,” I replied, opening the door to our apartment.
“No, don’t be. It’s okay really - well worth it when compared with the fun we had,” she responded.
“Good. My boobs are sore, too. But I’d agree it was worth it. But we really must try to get better before wrestling again,” I told her.
“Most definitely,” Terri replied as she staggered towards her bedroom. “G’night,” she called, landing hard on the bed.
“G’night,” I replied, watching her land on her queen-sized bed. Hmmm… I wondered, what would it be like to wrestle on a bed, or a couch… I let my thoughts drift as I stumbled into the opposite bedroom and climbed onto my own queen-sized bed. Where would this lead? And what would the guys think when we told them about tonight? And how much would we tell them? And then, before I knew it, it was lala land for me…
The End