More Novices: “The Next Day”, by Gark
In this second episode of the series, Toni and Terri begin to sort out this wrestling thing that they tried for the first time the previous night. [Told from Toni’s point of view.]
Chapter 2A – The Morning After
I slept in ‘til about 10 am Sunday, resting my weary bones. I’d discovered some new muscles wrestling last night, and I was a bit stiff. My breasts felt like they’d been mauled by a dozen guys simultaneously. But really, it had been Terri’s doing during our wrestling match. Although, I’d guess that Terri’s larger boobs were a lot sorer than mine.
Terri got up soon after, no doubt smelling the coffee I’d put on. She grunted “g’morning” and sat down with a cup of coffee across from me at the kitchen table. We never said much until the caffeine took hold, so I dropped a couple of bagels in the toaster, feeling a little guilty for beating her last night. I was reluctant to bring up the subject just yet… maybe later.
I slathered some strawberry cream cheese on Terri’s bagel, & just butter for myself, and set them on the table. Terri had come more alive by now, saying, “Thanks, Antonia. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome,” I returned. Terri only called me Antonia at certain times – like during a serious discussion, or when we made up after fighting. I guess she was feeling vulnerable… but friendly. But I could tell she wasn’t ready to talk about wrestling just yet, so we just made small talk about the day ahead. There was shopping & cleaning to do, and the guys were coming for dinner later.
The abrupt sound of the door chime interrupted our discussion. I went to the door, more than a bit surprised to see Rachel through the peephole. I opened the door, and Rachel stepped inside for a minute.
“Nice to see you guys looking so good this morning,” she said.
We both looked pretty grungy, not yet having had a chance to shower or whatever, so I couldn’t understand what Rachel was talking about. “Easy for you to say,” I rebutted. How could she look so good this early in the morning? She was a super-babe and all, but there should be a law against looking that good so early!
“No, no. I just meant that it’s pretty good for you to even be up and around after what you guys went through last night. I bet you’re pretty achy today,” she replied pleasantly. “Here, I brought you guys a present,” handing me a videotape. “But we do want it back… maybe in a couple of weeks?”
“Sure,” I replied, looking at the title. It read ‘Video Sports #V035.’ Terri held out her hand, so I handed the tape to her.
“1990 Topless Flyweight Tournament-Wrestling… a wrestling tape?” queried Terri after a few moments.
“Yeah, a particularly good one for novices like yourselves,” Rachel replied. “It features four women in a topless round-robin tournament. None of them have much experience at wrestling, so the action is more on a par with yourselves. You can probably learn a lot from it… that is if you want to…”
The implication was clear. Rachel wanted to know if we were going to keep at the wrestling. I hesitated a moment, then Terri chimed in, “I’d like to have a look-see. Maybe I could beat Toni next time if I knew what I was doing.”
Wow! It was out, and I was kind of relieved. “Hey, if I watch it too, maybe I’ll beat you again!” I exclaimed.
Terri rose to face me, mocking a threat. “Yeah, yeah. Miracles do happen,” she said bonking her chest & boobs against mine.
I pushed right back, but Rachel interrupted me before I could reply, saying, “Looks like a rivalry to me! Maybe I’d better get out of here before the fur starts flying!”
Rachel turned to leave, and Terri walked her to the door, thanking her for the tape. I picked it up, very curious about the contents. Terri came over close by, nudged me with her hip, saying in a kidding tone of voice, “It isn’t over between us, you know.”
I replied in kind, nudging her back and giggling, “Anytime, sister. Anytime.”
We almost started fighting right there, but breakfast was still on the table, and we both looked like we’d been dredged from the sewer. Wrestling would have to wait. We sat back down to the table, munching on our now cold bagels, pretending to glare at each other every so often.
Finally, I asked, “So what will we tell the guys tonight? You know… the thumping sound. They’re gonna want to know everything.”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. I think we have to tell them some of it, or they’ll smell a rat. I think they already suspect that Janine and Rachel are wrestling or something, so we’ll have to tell them about that. But I’m not ready yet to tell them that we wrestled, too. Okay?” she asked.
“Sounds about right,” I replied. “We can see how they react to Janine & Rachel’s wrestling, and figure out later whether to tell them about our match.”
“Agreed. That should work fine. Maybe we should put this tape out of sight for the time being,” she said, tucking the tape into a nook within the cupboard. “Hey, you want the shower first? I feel like vegging out for a while longer with my coffee.”
“Sure, I’ve got some shopping to do, and I’d like to get at it,” I replied.
I stepped into the bathroom, and the place was like a pit. We’d have to clean later. But it was Terri’s turn so I’d have to put her at it. I jumped in the shower and made quick work of it. It was easy to dry my short, bright red curly hair. The perm made things easier to shape, and I was grateful for that.
I was ready to go before long, and checked in with Terri, as I gathered my shopping list & purse. She was cruising the Internet on our cable modem, sipping at her cup of coffee. “Hey, the bathroom’s a pit… and it’s your turn to clean it,” I called out as I went out the door.
“Sure, sure. Whatever,” she grunted.
The bathroom had always been a point of contention between us, so I was kinda pissed by her reply. I forced it from my mind, though, determined not to let it spoil my day. I went to the mall and bought a new blouse, some slippers, etc. As I passed by a sporting goods store, I happened to think about Janine & Rachel’s wrestling mats, so I went in to browse. Sure enough, in the weight training & exercise area were the exact same mats! They were 6' x 12' in size… they must be correct!! I filed this little tidbit of information away for later, and headed to the food court for lunch.
After some grocery shopping, I returned to the apartment, hoping to motivate Terri to clean the bathroom before the guys came over later. But she wasn’t there, having left a note: ‘Gone shopping, back by 3:00’.
That left a few hours to myself, so I decided to straighten up the living room a bit. The computer we shared had been left on, so I sat in front of it for a few minutes to relax. I was also curious about what Terri had been up to earlier. I checked the history, and was rewarded with a list of sites she’d been to. Gawd! They were all wrestling sites. I was sucked in instantly, oblivious to all else.
First, there was Video Sports, Ltd. I remembered the number of the tape, and besides, it was highlighted already, as Terri must have been looking, too. I clicked on the link, read the description and looked at the pictures. The women were gorgeous and the description of the matches sounded pretty interesting. My curiosity was piqued! We’d have to find some time together to view it!
I tried some other links, and there were a lot of picture galleries. She’d been to one called DWW, and there were loads of tapes & DVD’s listed, plus lots of pictures. This wrestling thing was a lot bigger than I’d realized!! There were all sorts of styles – on the mat, off the mat, topless and even nude or erotic. I realized now that Janine and Rachel were just the tip of the iceberg. This was a very big deal!!
I’d been mesmerized at DWW for a long time, but finally tore myself away from it. I tried the Catfight Haven next, as it appeared to be about my style – ‘Everyday women in real combat.’ Maybe there would be some novice action there. But I couldn’t get very far without a membership, so for the heck of it, I clicked the ‘Members’ link. Amazingly, the user name and password auto-completed and I was in! Terri must have joined earlier today!
I was mesmerized again, looking all over the place, checking out the photo stories, captivated at the scenarios they depicted. The women did look like real ‘everyday women’, not too different from Terri and myself, although Renee was something special. I liked the place instantly! I viewed some video clips and checked out the videos they offered. Maybe a few of them would be appropriate for us.
Then I heard the door latch open and Terri appeared. It was 3:15 and she’d found me out! Terri just smiled, saying, “Caught you, didn’t I? Whatcha looking at?” she teased, knowing full well.
“So, you’re a member at the Haven,” I said, acting very sure of myself and not letting her put me off guard. “That was sure quick!” Now I’d put her on the defensive.
“Hey, its just for self defense!” she teased. “You might start a fight or something.”
“Yeah. I just might,” I replied, rising to the bait. “Hey, have you cleaned the bathroom yet?” I asked heatedly, but clearly in jest, already knowing the answer.
“See what I mean? There you go, trying to start something already,” she replied tartly, getting into the mood for some fun. “But no, I haven’t cleaned the bathroom yet. So, whatcha gonna do… make me?” she challenged.
“Yes… I think I will,” I replied forcefully. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna beg me to let you clean the bathroom.”
“In your dreams, sister,” she returned hotly. “When I beat you, you’ll beg me for the privilege of cleaning it!”
Terri dropped her purse to the floor and glared at me. I stood to face her, and we circled each other warily. “Silver rule?” she asked.
“Yep, but let’s stay away from breast squeezing this time,” I told her evenly. “I’m way too sore, and the guys will be hard enough to take later.”
“Agreed. Topless, then?” she asked.
“Is there any other way??” I smiled back. Terri’s huge rack was formidable, but my 32A’s had held their own against her 36D’s last night, so I wasn’t too worried. The die was cast. I peeled my shirt off, and tossed my bra towards the couch. Terri did the same, making great show of it. Then she dropped her jeans to the floor, only her panties remaining. I did likewise. It felt a little odd wearing so little clothing, but we’d seen each other like this pretty much everyday, so ‘what was new?’ I rationalized. Besides, this wasn’t much different than last night.
“Hey, I’m beat up enough already. How about we wrestle on the beds?” she asked.
The idea made me nervous, but Terri was right. I didn’t need carpet burns on top of last night’s aches and pains. “Okay… let’s,” I told her. “Five count pins?” I asked.
“Sure. Two out of three falls. The loser cleans the bathroom,” Terri confirmed, as we entered her bedroom.
This would be fine, but we’d soon have to get some mats. “Sure,” I replied. “I think this will be fun! I’ve finally found a way to get you to do your chores!” I teased.
“Funny, I was just thinking that this would be a good way to get you to do my chores,” she laughed.
And with that, we climbed onto Terri’s queen-sized bed and threw ourselves at each other. Our breasts smashed together as we struggled to throw the other down, and I was quickly reminded how good the sensation felt. Terri tried to take advantage of my smaller breasts by whacking at them with her 36D’s. It hadn’t worked last night, but today was different, as we’d agreed not to squeeze breasts. I found myself on the receiving end of a major breast-to-breast pummeling, and Terri soon bowled me over. She landed on top of me hard, still breast-to-breast, a big smile on her face. Terri was holding my arms down and punishing my breasts by continuing to whack at them with hers. I managed to get my legs around her waist, but she still held me down. I squeezed her waist hard, but she just kneeled and leaned over me, ignored the pain and trapping me harder to the bed. But at least she couldn’t whack at my breasts this way. But I was pinned, and Terri began to count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three…”
I bounced my butt up & down upon the mattress and managed to shake Terri’s large bosom around to the side, and soon she toppled to the side, too, and I continued to scissors her waist. I so wanted to grab her breasts, as they were easy targets. But I refrained, and we locked hands together in our struggle. I squeezed at her waist, and I could see Terri wince in pain. But I didn’t believe it was too bad, or she’d have said something.
Still, neither of us knew much about wrestling, although we’d seen some pictures on web pages and maybe had a few more ideas than last night. Suddenly, Terri grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling hard as heck. I squealed out in surprise, although I’d not really been hurt! Terri couldn’t get a good a grip on my short locks, releasing my hair quickly. But she was out of the scissors lock in a flash, and moved in for the kill. Her arms snaked around me, but I saw it coming and managed to do the same to her, at least getting my right arm beneath her left as we gripped each other in a mutual bearhug.
Terri squeezed first, and my breath suddenly left me. “Oooommmmppppffff,” came the uncontrolled reply from my mouth as her breasts slipped above mine, nearing shoulder level. I suddenly realized that she’d probably seen breast smother photos, as had I, and I became very worried.
I squeezed back hard and was rewarded with an ‘Oooommmmppppffff’ from Terri. Our legs entwined, and we rolled back and forth on the bed, grimacing and growling at each other. I just managed to break Terri’s grip before her breasts could reach my face. I climbed atop her for a repeat of the winning hold I’d used on her last night, now knowing that it was called a schoolgirl pin. Terri saw it coming, and hooked her leg under my armpit, dislodging me to the side. As we both rose, I managed to throw myself atop her from the side, breast-to-breast again. I mused how often we found ourselves in this position…
Terri’s legs flailed around, no doubt figuring I’d again go for a schoolgirl pin. But that wasn’t my plan, and I quickly grabbed an available leg with one arm and wrapped the other arm around her neck. I managed to join my hands together in a clasp, and then pushed down hard against Terri’s breasts to seal the hold. It was a cradle pin, and I was amazed how easily I’d done it. I began to count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!”
I released the handclasp quickly, and rolled off of her, lying nearby on the bed.
“Looks like you learned a new hold,” asked Terri. “A cradle pin, wasn’t it?”
“Yep, pretty effective, too. I saw it on the DWW site,” I replied.
“Yeah, I saw it, too, but I wasn’t expecting you to use it already,” she answered. “You must have had more time online than I realized.”
“Well, it was easy to track your movements & see what you’d seen,” I advised, “so it went pretty fast.”
“Okay, I’m ready for the next round,” Terri announced.
“My bed, then?” I asked.
“Yep,” she replied, rising quickly and pulling me along. “I’m gonna have to beat you one of these times, she said with a trace of disappointment in her voice.
“Yeah, one more round and you’ll be cleaning the bathroom,” I said confidently… maybe too confidently.
Soon, we were facing each other on my queen-sized bed. We tried a handclasp for a test of strength, which probably wasn’t too good of an idea for me. Terri was stronger and had much larger breasts. But there was something about the hold that I found very fascinating… facing off and testing the other’s mettle… strength… breasts… and willpower. I now realized that Terri and I would find any excuse to breast battle… it felt too exciting not to.
But this time was different as we battled arm-to-arm, face-to-face and breast-to-breast. As we knelt, battling on the bed, Terri’s right thigh slipped between my legs, and my right thigh slipped between hers. Her thigh began pressing on my crotch and mine was upon hers. I hadn’t expected this… let alone the sensation that went with it. The look on Terri’s face was priceless, as I assume was mine. She smiled at me briefly, and then barreled me over.
Terri landed on top of me, and I was too flustered to resist, but at least her thigh had come away from my crotch. When I finally regained my senses, Terri was atop me, straddling my chest and sitting on my breasts with her panty-covered butt. I tried the leg hook move, but Terri was ready for it. I tried to bridge my way free, but Terri rode me out. And, I was tiring rapidly… too rapidly. I decided to concede the fall, and let her count me out without resisting further.
“One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!” she literally shouted. “I finally won one!!” she grinned, beaming widely.
Terri got off me and lay down next to me. “Thank Gawd I finally won. I was beginning to think you were unbeatable!”
“No way. There were a number of times you almost got me. I’ve been pretty lucky up to this point,” I conceded.
“Well, I dunno. But you were really surprised there for a moment weren’t you? Y’know when…”
“When your thigh pressed against my crotch?” I finished for her.
“Yeah… and yours pressed against mine,” she added.
“Yep… kind of interesting, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“I wasn’t expecting anything like that… it was an accident, you know,” she continued.
“Yeah, I know. It was an accident for me, too. But what’ll we do about it?” I asked.
“I know we’re not dykes or anything, so I’m not worried about that,” she replied evenly. “But that sort of thing is bound to happen during a wrestling match, and I don’t want to quit wrestling just to spite a certain kind of contact. And, I can see it in your eyes, when we’re breast-to-breast, that you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that… but you’re enjoying it, too, and quite a lot I think.”
Terri sheepishly nodded in agreement, continuing, “There’s nothing quite like testing each other breast-to-breast, trying to overpower the other.”
I conceded the point, “I suppose erotic contact is unavoidable in wrestling, especially the way we’re dressed. I’m not against it, although some guidelines might be a good idea,” I replied.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said, perhaps a little reluctantly. “How about this… No groping with hands to the crotch,” she started.
“Or mouths, either,” I replied, very embarrassed. “You know… tongues, or other 69 type of stuff,” I explained.
“Yeah, okay,” replied Terri, again sounding a little reluctant. But that was my personal limit. Terri rebounded quickly, “But anything else goes… feet, legs, thighs, elbows, shoulders…”
“Enough already, I get the idea,” I laughed, punching her lightly on the shoulder. “Let’s get back to finishing the match now… I’m raring to go!”
“Just one more thing,” she said as we got off the bed, hesitating halfway between the two bedrooms. “With these rules, we could wrestle naked and not have to worry…” she tested.
“Yeah, I see…” I considered, realizing the implication. “Okay, but not this time. Maybe sometime after we get better at wrestling,” I replied, smiling slyly to let her know she hadn’t crossed the line.
“Okay, another time then. But what about now? Where will we wrestle for the third round?” she asked.
Wanting to concede some small thing to Terri after our ‘discussion,’ I replied, “Why don’t we start right here in a standing test of strength?”
“Okay, but…” she started.
I cut her short. “You get over there, closer to my bedroom, and I’ll get over here, closer to yours. Then we’ll clinch hand-to-hand… breast-to-breast, and thigh-to-crotch… Then we try to force the other into our own bedroom. After that, we move to the bed & continue to wrestle the third round.”
“And the winner gets to put a starting hold on the other… kind of a reward for winning the test of strength,” Terri supplied, grinning from ear-to-ear.
Terri was getting good at rule making, but so was I! “You bet!” I replied excitedly, “but how about a submission round this time?”
“All right” she whispered coyly, moving in closer. “Whatever you say…”
We got ourselves set, clasping our hands together, and then pressing our breasts against each other. My longer legs gave me a slight advantage, riding much higher on Terri’s crotch, as we moved closer together to insert our right thigh between the other’s legs. It was an erotic clinch to be sure, and I was a bit uneasy at first, but Terri’s warmth felt so good against me, that I soon put aside any reservations.
We maneuvered for a few moments, getting our strategic balance, making sure we had the best possible position on the other before starting. Finally, after much jockeying around, and rubbing against the other’s crotch with our thighs, I said, “Ready… set… go!!!”
We immediately began pushing against the other. Our faces were only inches apart as we strained against the other’s power. Terri’s hot breath rasped against the side of my face, and somehow it felt very good to be in a heated contest with her. I rubbed my thigh hard against her crotch, and was rewarded with a pleasurable groan from Terri, who lost some ground retreating and regrouping. But she responded in kind, pressing hard with her thigh, rubbing up and down, hard against my crotch. A jolt of electricity seemed to course through me, and I lost a few steps before catching myself. Maybe a little unbridled eroticism between roommates/girlfriends was an okay thing, I conceded to myself.
Now my back was near the dividing line into Terri’s bedroom. I decided to make one last stand here, as Terri moved to overwhelm me. I brushed away Terri’s hands, saying, “Let’s switch to a bearhug.”
She nodded her agreement immediately, and we wrapped each other up in a mutual, standing bearhug. I squeezed Terri hard against me, and then lifted my right leg, pressuring and rubbing against her crotch as hard as I could. Terri did the same to me, and it was nearly too much to bear. I’d have sworn that there was 10,000 volts of electricity coursing through and around us. This was far different than with Sam! Not that it was better… just different, but very good. Gawd, what a feeling… and I was reeling!!
Terri and I just clinched like that, unable to make a move against the other, so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that the only movement was our thighs. Terri’s heated moaning was right next to my ear, as was mine to her. We must have been a sight, but I didn’t care. After some moments like this, our faces came off the other’s shoulder and we looked each other in the eye. Terri made eye contact, grinning widely. I wasn’t sure what to do, turning away slightly. That was all it took. Terri suddenly shoved me hard, and I fell backwards through her bedroom door.
I stumbled backwards a few more steps, and then caught my balance, not quite falling. But Terri was on me in a flash, pushing me backwards roughly to the bed. I went flat on my back, and Terri landed on top of me, again breast-to-breast. Her leg slipped between my thighs, and I soon felt the same pressure against my crotch. I couldn’t do a thing stop her, and the pleasurable sensations resumed immediately.
But she had left her legs apart, and my thigh soon found its way to her crotch. Terri grabbed my arms and held them down, saying sweetly, “I think we’ll start the third round in this position…”
I struggled in vain, trying to roll her off me, but Terri was too strong and too heavy. And, I wasn’t sure I wanted to try very hard. Terri seemed to enjoy my attempts to wrest my way free, smiling each time she re-established control. She certainly looked confident lying on top of me. Obviously, I wasn’t worried about a pin, but I was getting more worried about submitting to her, just from the body contact.
Finally, I managed to roll her off me, and our thighs came away from each other. I was flustered and spent, and didn’t move fast enough. Terri just pushed me back down again and laid atop me, breast-to-breast, obviously our favorite hold. Her arms held mine down, over my head against the mattress. Her legs spread wide, and then snaked around mine for a grapevine pin. Again, I wasn’t worried about the pin, but Terri held me tight. She’d certainly learned a lot in a few hours on the Internet. But then, so had I, as I’d easily recognized the hold.
I struggled and strained for a time, but whenever I did, Terri would smash her large rack against my boobs, signaling the futility of my struggles. But I would never submit from this hold, so finally I quit struggling, conserving my energy for later. Terri realized my strategy, and released my legs. Unfortunately, she had something more effective in mind. Before I realized it, Terri’s arms wrapped behind my neck and her huge breasts were pressed hard against my face. I struggled quickly, rolling her to the side. But her arms were still wrapped around my neck… and then her legs wrapped about my waist. Gawd was I trapped… and I couldn’t breath!!
In my weakened, breathless condition, Terri easily overwhelmed me, both squeezing with her legs and smothering with her breasts, eventually rolling back on top of me with ease. Terri realized my predicament, and lifted her mammoth breasts away from my face for a moment. Her huge breasts dangled above my mouth, and her very erect, brown nipples were suspended just above my lips.
“Do you submit?” Terri asked me quite simply.
But before I could say anything, Terri breasted my face once more. This time, one of her nipples came against my mouth, and definitely not by accident. “If you submit, you can signal your intent by licking my nipples,” she stated.
But before I could comply, Terri forced her breasts upon my face once again, smothering me breathless. After a few moments, she raised herself up again, allowing me to catch a breath, and saying, “Just a little incentive for you…”
Aaarrrggghhh! I had little choice in the matter. I began to suck on her nipple, nibbling on it lightly, teasing it with my tongue, and sucking gently, just the way I liked Sam to do it for me. Soon her other breast was on me, and I did the same for that one. And this time, it wasn’t so bad… even enjoyable. I decided right then that this sort of thing while wrestling would be just fine. Terri released my hands and I used them to steer Terri’s enormous breasts to my lips, first one and then the other
Terri cooed softly, enjoying the moment… and her victory, saying, “I accept your submission.”
“Just wait until next time,” I told her, rolling her off me. “It’ll be you sucking on my nipples!”
“You never know,” replied Terri. Anything’s possible. “After all, I was able to beat you! And now, in total rounds, we’re tied up. Maybe another round right now, perhaps?” she asked.
“No way,” I replied. “I’m totally beat, and besides, I’ve got a bathroom to clean before the guys get here.”
“Yeah, all right. But another time,” she replied.
“Count on it,” I told her, rising from the bed, not embarrassed in the least by what had happened.
As long as our hands and mouths stayed away from the other’s privates, I was happy with the rules. Wrestling was a lot of fun, both the contest and the contact! So what if we had a little fun with each other breasts… or pressed our legs against the other’s crotch. It was just in fun… and not sex, by any means. Besides, sex was reserved just for Sam! Then my mind wandered… What would it be like to wrestle this way with Sam?? My mind began to wander as I stumbled into the bathroom to do my penance.
Chapter 2E – Sam & Max… and Luke
It was about 6:00, and the guys hadn’t yet arrived. Terri let me know that the bathroom looked nice, smiling slyly. I whacked her on the rump, and she was just about to respond, when the door chimed. I went right over, and let the guys in before Terri could whack me in return. I planted a big, wet kiss on Sam, just to be sure I still liked it… and thankfully I did. I’m sure he was mystified by the rapt attention, but he responded in kind.
“Happy to see me, babe?” he asked
I felt his rod go rigid as we pressed together. “Yep. And I can tell you’re happy to be here, too.”
I released him, and noticed Terri was doing the same with Max. The guys planted the beer they’d brought in the frig, grabbing some for themselves, and handing a couple to us girls.
“Hey Max, why don’t you order the pizzas,” Terri called, settling in on the living room couch with her beer.
“Okay,” he said fumbling around in the kitchen, pulling a card off the frig. “Should I use this one?” he called back to Terri. But she hadn’t heard him and said nothing in return. Suddenly I realized what Max had picked up! It was the card Luke had given us last night! I watched in dismay as Max dialed the pizza place where Luke worked. Now what?? Maybe it wouldn’t be Luke doing the delivery anyway. But if it was, well… ‘So what?’ I told myself. It wouldn’t be so bad.
Sam waited for Max to join us before pressing for information. “So,” he began. “Was it the owl and field mouse?”
“Not quite, but something like that,” replied Terri. “The two of them are into wrestling,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, and they’re quite good, too,” I added. “We got to watch them have a match… very exciting!”
“Outstanding!!” shouted Sam, obviously quite excited.
“Amazing! I just knew it!!” said Max, equally enthusiastic.
I’d never seen the two of them that horned up, and I could tell that Terri sensed it as well. Our two guys liked to watch women wrestle! I couldn’t believe the subject had never come up before, but it hadn’t. Terri and I proceeded to tell the guys (nearly) everything right from the start. We conveniently left out the part about removing our bras and tops, and didn’t mention meeting Luke. As the narration neared the beginning of the Janine and Rachel’s match, we were interrupted by the door chime.
I went to the door, opening it to find Luke’s smiling face. He did a double take, recognizing me instantly, and then recovered quickly. Sam came up behind me to pay as Luke stepped inside, saying, “Oh hi, Toni. So this is wear you & Terri live.”
Sam glared at him, and Luke took a step back. I took the pizzas quickly, and Sam paid the bill, purposely neglecting to tip him, and then shooing him quickly out the door.
As the others gathered around the pizzas, Sam asked, “So, who was that? And, how did he know both of you guys?”
I was a little rattled at Sam’s hostility, so Terri replied for me, saying, “That was Luke. He delivered pizzas last night, too, at Janine & Rachel’s place. We think he’s Janine or Rachel’s boyfriend, or whatever. He seems to know something’s up about them, but I’m not sure how much he knows… like they enjoy wrestling, for instance… and topless especially!”
Terri had said it very emphatically, and I felt like we were betraying a confidence, even though Janine & Rachel had made no such request. But the guys were suddenly hooting and whooping it up, shouting “Unreal!! Totally unreal!! Can’t you just see it?”
I guess there was no way we could have avoided telling the guys, and I decided not to remind them that they had never even seen Janine & Rachel. But that didn’t seem to matter. Finally the guys calmed down some and we ate the pizza, while narrating the rest of Janine & Rachel’s wrestling match, never revealing our involvement, other than Terri being the referee. No mention was made of our tops coming off, or us wrestling, or whatever.
The guys got really hot under the collar. Without bothering to finish the pizza, Sam got so worked up that he dragged me off to my bedroom. As the door closed, I could see the same thing was happening to Terri. Sam attacked me like never before, aroused to a wild animal-like state. It was exciting for me, too, being around a guy who was that aroused, but I knew the inevitable conclusion, too.
Sam shot his wad way too soon, well before paying any attention to my pleasure spots. To say I was disappointed would be an incredible understatement. But I understood guys, and kept my words to myself until he had calmed down for a few moments.
“Hey Speedy, remember me? I’m still waiting for my turn. I realize that was fun for one us. But now you owe me, big time.” I handed him the bottle of hand cream, saying, “This’ll help get me re-started.”
Sam was sufficiently cowed by the tone of my voice, doing whatever I told him. ‘Hmmm,’ I considered to myself, ‘it feels good having a guy be this submissive… What if I were to…’ and I pondered the possibilities as Sam pleasured my clit with measured, confident strokes. Eventually, he picked up the pace, and I squealed out in delight, experiencing one of my better orgasms!
We lay there in each other’s arms for a time, and I heard Terri’s orgasmic scream through the thin walls separating our rooms. It must have been great for her, too.
Much later, after watching a video, Sam & Max departed. Terri and I were alone again, and bushed, so to speak. “Sam was really excited tonight, maybe more than I’ve ever seen,” I told Terri.
“Yeah, same with Max,” she replied. “I couldn’t slow him down. I had to make him pleasure me after he came way too early.”
“Yeah, same here,” I replied, surprised that the same thing had happened to both of us.
“I guess guys really like females wrestling,” Terri answered. “Hey, that gives me an idea… Do you suppose we could… you know?”
Needless to say, we talked it over, discussing the possibilities for a long time, making plans for another time.
The End