More Novices: “Mixed Novices”, by Gark
Luke is returning to the apartment he shares with longtime friend Leia. He is excited about having just witnessed Rachel & Janine’s naked wrestling match / sex fight on the golf course. Leia is waiting up for him, worried about him after the nasty storm earlier that night. [Told from Leia’s point of view.]
It was nearly 2:00 in the morning and Luke still wasn’t home. I was waiting up for him, but not sure why. I’d had feelings for Luke for years, but never acted on them, opting for the safer ‘friends’ status. Being friends had worked well, probably too well. Sure, we were roommates, but that was where it ended. Luke treated me as a friend, and for all he knew, I had the same feelings for him. But it was all a lie. I wanted more with him, and in fact, I’d wanted more with him for several years.
It was quite natural the way it had happened, after all, we grew up next door to each other. We were only a month apart in age and our parents found it convenient to provide daycare / babysitting for each other. So we were together most every day during childhood, playing, learning to walk & talk together, fighting over toys, passing through toddler-hood, going to kindergarten, grade school, middle school, high school and college together. During the last two years of college, and ever since, we’d been roommates. And, always we were friends. How could it be any other way??
Luke & I had a lot of the same interests and hung out with the same group of friends. We fit naturally together, and had we met later in life, I was certain that it would have been romantically. But we had grown comfortable with each other, traveling too far down the ‘friends’ path. Things had been fine for many of our years together, but in the last half-year or so since college, my feelings for Luke began to change, especially when he went on a date with one female or another. Those feelings of jealousy were new for me.
We were teased incessantly about our names, Luke & Leia. What could be cornier? Obviously both of our parents had been big Star Wars fans, and when my parents named me Leia, a month later Luke’s parents naturally named him Luke. Of course, at the time, no one knew the movie characters were siblings, but that seemed to be our way, too. Luke & I were fans of the movies, too, but we tried to keep a low profile about it.
Our parents didn’t object to Luke and I rooming together, in fact they seemed to encourage the arrangement. Maybe they thought it was harmless, which in fact it had been. Or maybe it was something more devious, hoping we’d get together as a ‘couple.’ But unless something major happened, I didn’t see that in the cards for the two us.
First of all, I was too big and heavy for most guys, maybe even Luke. I was at least an inch taller than Luke’s 5'11", and maybe a few pounds heavier, too, but most of that was in my boobs with the rest in the ass, which was a little overly cushy. I’d caught Luke staring at my chest from time to time, and I knew he tried not to, but what male can resist an occasional glance at a pair of 36C’s? Lately though, I’d taken to wearing a 36D bra.
Anyway, I knew Luke was a breast man, and I couldn’t resist running around our apartment in just bra and panties from time to time, pretending to look for a hairbrush, or whatever. I knew he was watching, but he never reacted in the least. But he didn’t turn away, either.
And so here I was, waiting up late for a man I had feelings for, who had no idea of it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it after the frightful storm and blackout. I was still a bit shaken by it all. And, there’d been no sign of Luke. I’d tried his cell phone, but it must have been turned off… or worse. I worried too much, and maybe one of these days it would get me in trouble.
It had been about a half-hour since the power came back on when I hear the door latch open and Luke entered. He had a big grin on his face, so I knew he was okay. I quickly hid my feelings of concern, not wishing to let him know why I was still up at this hour.
“Hey, did ya get caught in the storm?” I began.
“Naw, not really,” he replied excitedly. “Although I did get kinda wet out on the golf course afterwards.”
“Huh, come again?” I asked.
He hesitated for a moment, and I knew he wasn’t sure whether to tell me, but relented when I frowned my special way. “Okay, okay. But you won’t believe what happened tonight. It was Rachel and Janine… I finally found out what’s going on with the two of them. It was incredible!!”
‘Oh Gawd, not Rachel and Janine again!’ I shrieked internally. I’d had it with hearing about the two of them. Between pizza deliveries and the two of them making out in the back seat of a car, I’d had it up to here. I’d never met either of them, but I already knew I disliked them intensely! Sure, I was jealous, but what could I do but listen to his incessant stories.
I rolled my eyes before saying in a groan, “What was it this time?” Luke looked peeved, so I quickly changed my tune. “Sorry Luke, I really do want to hear about it.”
“Okay, okay. I kinda hesitate to tell, but I can’t keep a lid on this! The two of them had a wrestling match out on the golf course!! Three rounds… in the nude, even!!”
Now that was surprising! I could see why Luke was all worked up. I saw a stain on the crotch of his pants and guessed at what had happened. I feared the worst! “So did you…”
“Naw, I was more of a voyeur,” he replied hesitantly. “They didn’t know I was watching. I felt guilty at first, but I waited around until after they were done and told them I’d watched. Funny thing though, they didn’t seem upset or anything. In fact, I think they kinda liked the fact that I’d watched.”
I asked the $64,000 question. “So, why were they wrestling nude?”
“Um, ahh, er,” he stuttered, before gathering enough courage to continue. “They had sex at the end of each round.”
‘Wwwhhhoooaaa!!! Good heavens!! What all had Luke seen?’ I asked myself. I gathered my wits, “So… it was a sex wrestling between two women?” I asked disbelievingly, but suddenly feeling much better, much less threatened at the prospects of Luke being with Rachel and Janine. “So, they’re lesbians, then?”
“I think so, or at least bisexual,” he replied thoughtfully. “But they did seem pretty into each other afterwards.”
“So, you got a real eyeful and they didn’t seem to mind? You must be on cloud nine!” I asked.
“Yeah, it was intense,” he replied. “The two of them were like a couple of sea otters, sliding all around on the wet grass playing, fighting and making whoop. I’ve never seen anything like it ever before. It was really hot seeing the two of them wrestling around like that naked in the grass. Watching from the sidelines, I could only imagine…”
I was perturbed with him, but didn’t want to show it, so I played along. “Really turned your crank, heh?” Luke blushed deeply. I’d hit pay dirt! “Oh sorry… couldn’t help but notice.” My gaze shifted to his stained crotch area. Luke was clearly embarrassed, his face now turning bright red.
“Hmm. I think I’ve said enough,” he said quietly, turning towards his room.
I felt badly about it, but I knew we’d both be fine by morning. I called to him, “Sorry, Luke. I didn’t mean to pry. Oh I guess I did, but sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m just tired… need some sack time.” He turned and grinned before closing the door to his bedroom.
I trotted off to my own bedroom and shut the door quietly. I lay in bed for a while pondering what I’d just heard… and learned. Luke had watched two women wrestle naked, and he’d been terribly turned on by it! And when he said, ‘I could only imagine,’ just what did he mean? I wasn’t sure at all, but a few possibilities crossed my mind before drifting off to sleep. Maybe some of what I’d heard could be useful.
Chapter 4B - Breakfast / Cleanup
I woke before Luke, and as was our habit on Sunday mornings, being the first one up, I made a pot of coffee and started breakfast. I really didn’t mind. This way I got to pick what to eat, plus I was a better cook, too. The problem was that I wasn’t too neat. But I didn’t care. The last one up had to clean up. So, I scurried around the kitchen, caring little about any messes I made… that was Luke’s job!
There were mixing bowls, greasy frying pans and plates all over the place by the time I got done making homemade pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and pan-fried bacon. I knew he liked this meal, and so did I, so I felt no guilt whatsoever with the major mess I was making. With this arrangement, I didn’t feel subservient making breakfast or whatever. Luke clearly had his duties, too!
Luke staggered out of his bedroom at just the right time and plopped down at the table. He was still wearing an old pair of gym shorts & a sleeveless shirt that he used for pajamas. I wore much the same outfit myself, having learned how comfortable it was from observing him. As usual, I had no bra, and my boobs pushed tightly against the clingy shirt. From time to time, like when it was cold or I was excited, my nipples hardened against the shirt fabric. Luke was a major boob-man, as evidenced by his nickname, and it must have driven him crazy to stare across the table my 36C’s! I knew he liked our Sunday morning breakfasts together, and especially liked looking at my big boobs, but at least he tried not to be obvious about it.
I set a plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon in front of Luke, plus a cup of coffee, and sat down to join him. “Super, Leia… just super!” he said, taking his first bite of pancakes.
“Umm thanks. It’s the least I could do. You still sore at me?” I asked.
“Naw, no way. I wasn’t sore in the first place. You had every right to tease me,” he conceded.
I was relieved and settled into having a nice breakfast. I’d outdone myself once again and attacked my plate of food. I could practically feel the heavy chow go right to my large rear end. I cut my stack of pancakes in two and shoved half of them to the side.
Luke noticed, saying, “Dieting again Leia? You know you look great already.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I answered. “I’m not really dieting… just avoiding the need to diet in the future.”
“Gawd, you women are all the same,” he mumbled. “I’m fed up with all those sickly, skinny women running around! It just isn’t attractive… or healthy, either!”
Luke had expressed his feelings on the subject, but I was glad to hear them again anyway, as it bolstered my self-assurance. I felt better every time I heard him say it… like he might actually believe it! “Okay, but this is still plenty,” I replied, motioning at the nearer half-stack of pancakes.
“Yeah, sorry to preach,” he answered in kind, “but you females can be pretty dense about what men like in a woman.”
We finished the meal in peace, reading the newspaper and so forth. Finally, Luke looked up and saw the mess in the kitchen. “Gawd, Leia!” he exclaimed loudly. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time. I’ve never seen you make a mess that comes close to rivaling this one!!”
“Sorry, but you know the rules. I was the first one up, so I made breakfast… and you have to clean up!” I told him emphatically, preparing for the inevitable verbal barrage.
“Not this time,” he said. “It’s gonna take me twice as long to clean up as you took to make it!”
We always sparred about the cleanup, throwing verbal jabs at the other. We both enjoyed the feisty repartee. But this time, a new thought crossed my mind. Last night he’d talked about watching Rachel and Janine wrestle. My mind went into hyper-drive. Maybe there was an opportunity here. Maybe wrestling could be a means to an end. Hmm…
All the time my mind was whirling, Luke had been bellyaching about cleaning up. I’d tuned him out for the few moments, but now I came back fully to reality, hatching a new plan. “So, you wanna wrestle me about it?” I asked.
Luke was stunned and his jaw dropped. It was a moment before he could reply. “Uh… okay… uh… sure. What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“Nothing too much, just a simple match between friends. After all, we used to wrestle around when we were kids, so this isn’t anything new.” But I could see it in his eyes - this was something new!
“Um yeah, I suppose, but we’re grown now. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Sure, no problem,” I lied. I was dying to roll around with him in close quarters. Who knew what might come of it? “Here’s the deal. If I win, you clean up everything. If you win, I’ll help you clean up… 50/50.”
“Hmmppff. I suppose that’s the best I could hope for. Okay, you’re on!”
“Yes!” I shouted, and I could see his surprise. “Have you forgotten how I always won when we wrestled around as kids?”
“Hey, the way I remember it, I always won!” he shot back.
“Only in your dreams, loser,” I teased.
“Yeah, we’ll see. I’ll make you eat those words,” he taunted in reply.
“C’mon, let’s clear an area in the living room,” I told him, getting up & motioning for him to join me. “We can wrestle in our jammies!”
“Yeah, jammies…” he mumbled incoherently, appearing somewhat stunned, before recovering. Then he grinned, no doubt having lurid thoughts. I had a few of those myself, but I vowed not to act on them without some sign from Luke first.
Chapter 4c - Mixed Novices Wrestling
We shoved a few things out of the way and cleared some space in between the TV and the couch. It would have to do. Luke looked more than a little nervous… perhaps something new had been added to our ‘friendly’ relationship?
“Okay, so what did they do last night? You know… Rachel and Janine? Any moves I should know about? Or are we just gonna have at each other?” I asked, not quite saying anything about R & J’s naked wrestling, but putting him on the spot, nevertheless. All I wanted to do was to get Luke thinking about it.
Luke hesitated for a moment, his mind no doubt whirling with possibilities, before responding. “Uh, I could show you a couple of their moves, if you want.”
“Sure, let’s give it a try,” I told him.
“Well, at one point, Rachel was facedown on the grass and Janine was laying on top of her. For the moment, you can take Rachel’s position & I’ll take Janine’s. Then I’ll show you what happened after that.”
“Okay, should I lie down, then?” I asked slyly. “You gonna jump on top of me?”
“Yeah, we can do the same hold that they did… but not naked, of course,” he stuttered.
I pretended not to notice and lay facedown on the thick carpeting, certain that I’d soon be enjoying some ‘close quarter drills’ with Luke.
Luke slowly lay down on top of me, and I could feel his waist press against my rear end… off to a good start already! But then he wrapped his arm around my neck in a headlock!
“Okay, they were like this for a few moments, and then Rachel rolled them over so that Janine was on her back, with Rachel above, still trapped in the headlock. Why don’t we give it a try?” he asked.
“Okay,” I stammered, not sure I liked this hold very much. Nevertheless, I’d asked for it, so I played along, rolling us over so that Luke now had his back to the floor, and I was laying face up on top of him, still trapped in a headlock. “Now what?” I asked, not sure whether I really wanted to know.
“Next, Janine got Rachel in a waist scissors, too,” he replied. “A headlock and waist scissors combination, I guess you’d say.”
Before I knew it, Luke’s legs had wrapped around my waist and were squeezing firmly. “Hey, not so hard!” I protested.
“Just adding a touch of realism,” he chortled. “I thought you’d want to experience the real thing!”
After a few moments, he released the pressure, but not the hold. I was a bit pissed, but tried not to show it. “Tell me, how did Rachel escape?” I asked.
“Well, she didn’t, actually. Rachel had to submit the second round to Janine from this hold,” he whispered. “What d’ya think? You wanna submit, too?” he teased, squeezing a bit harder with his arm and legs again.
I was really pissed now, but really caught, too, so I toned down my response. “Hey!” I squealed from behind the headlock. “At the moment, this isn’t a match, so I don’t have to submit in a non-match. Now let me go, and I’ll take a turn at being Janine.”
I could tell he didn’t really want to let me go, and if I wasn’t mistaken, something was starting to poke me in the rear end. “Okay,” he said finally, releasing my head and waist. “It’s your turn now.”
I rolled off him, and just lay there, wondering what had hit me. After a moment, I was as good as new and looking for revenge, but keeping my intentions concealed. “Okay, lie down on your tummy so I can give it a try. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it very well,” I said, hoping to lull his suspicions.
“Alright,” he replied easily, not suspecting a thing. “Now, lay down… uummpphh!!”
I was on him like a tiger and wrapped my arm around his head before he knew what hit him! “How’s this?” I teased.
“Uummpphh! Pretty realistic,” he managed. “But you don’t have to do it so hard,” he offered, no doubt realizing it was payback time.
“Oh, am I squeezing too hard?” I taunted. “Maybe we should roll over now and see what that’s like,” I told Luke, not really giving him a choice.
Before he knew what hit him, I was squeezing his waist between my legs, maintaining a firm headlock all the while. It was the same hold as before, but this time, my back was against the carpeting and Luke was trapped above me, facing away. “Aarrgghh!! I think you’ve got it!! Now let me go!!”
“Not so fast, Boober,” I teased, rubbing it in by using his nickname for the first time in a quite a while. “As I recall, you had me like this for a few minutes or so. I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” But I did relax the pressure some, to let him speak easier.
“Hey, you’re pretty good at this. There’s no way I can get loose. I’m really caught here!” he managed, somehow even sounding glad for it.
“Um hmm. I can tighten or loosen the pressure at will,” I offered. “I can see how Janine was able to win with this hold.”
“Yep,” he grimaced as I tightened the grip with my arm and legs momentarily. “But there’s one more thing she did to Rachel…”
The way he said it kind of tantalized, so I asked, “And what might that have been, Boober?” I squeezed him hard again for effect, like I wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“Uugghh!! Not so hard,” he replied, but not very convincingly. I could tell he liked what was happening between us. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell. You know, they were naked and all,” he asked unthinkingly.
“Yeah, yeah, so you’ve told me,” I chided, squeezing again. “What else was there?”
“Janine’s free hand was squeezing one of Rachel’s boobs all the while. She had to submit,” he said quietly, somewhat embarrassed.
Now I’d heard everything! These two women actually tortured each other’s boobs while wrestling! But I suppose that could be erotic, if not done too harshly. I gathered my wits. “Like this, maybe?” I asked, squeezing his flesh around the left nipple. It wasn’t much, but what else could I do?
“Hey, I don’t have boobs,” he squealed. “Now let me go!”
Yeah, he didn’t have boobs, so why had I done that?? Had I just given him license to attack my boobs? I wasn’t sure, so I said nothing more and let him go. Luke rolled off me to the side. We just lay there for a moment, absorbing what we’d just done. I sat up on my haunches and faced him. Luke did the same, facing me.
I went first. “Kinda fun, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You’re a natural, I’d say. You had fun, too, didn’t you?”
“Um hmm,” I replied slyly. “I’m ready for more, if you are,” I asked.
“Um sure, yeah. That’d be fun. Uh, how’d you wanna do this?” he asked uncertainly.
“I dunno. I think I’d rather stick to pinfalls for now… maybe submissions some other time,” I replied.
“How about one round then, decided by a 5 second pin?” he asked.
“Sounds good to me, but friendly style wrestling, okay?” I countered.
“For sure,” he replied. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt me,” he joked.
But I wasn’t sure that it was a joke. I really had enjoyed squeezing the heck out of him!!
We stood up and started circling each other. I grabbed a scrunchy from a nearby end table as I passed by and used it to tie my long, dark brown hair back into a ponytail so it wouldn’t fly in my face as we tussled. Fortunately for me, my hair is very straight, and I could set the ponytail in no time at all.
We went in for a clinch, arms extended to the other’s shoulders. We circled some more as we clinched, unsure of what to do next, neither of us able to make the first move that would signal the beginning of the real battle. As we circled and clinched, shoving each other around the living room, I was reminded just how strong Luke really was. Although no doubt beatable, he certainly was no pushover. I was a little taller than Luke and maybe a bit heavier, too. But he was definitely the stronger, at least from the waist up, with those broad shoulders and strong arms. But I think I was probably the stronger from the waist down, remembering how I’d squeezed him between my legs during the ‘demonstration’ only moments ago. I’d have to try to limit his above the waist advantage, while utilizing my below the waist advantage. I assumed my boobs would play no part in the battle, for better or worse.
Finally, I broke free of his arms and managed to get behind him. I grabbed his left arm and pulled it behind his back for what I knew to be a hammerlock. Although we hadn’t wrestled in years, I knew the names of a few holds from watching TV rasslin with Luke every so often.
I wrapped my right arm around his neck so he couldn’t break free. He clawed at my right arm, trying to break free, but I held fast. “Did they do this move last night?” I taunted.
“Uugghh!! No,” was all he managed, struggling his best to get free as we thrashed around the living room. My boobs were jostling against his back, pressing hard against him from time to time as we fought. I think it made him hot, because he was trying really hard to twist around and face me.
Finally, we tripped over a loose ottoman and tumbled to the floor. I squealed like a little girl as we went down. This was great fun! But Luke quickly moved in and jumped on top of me. His body was laying full length on top of mine. His hands held my wrists down over my head. I was in trouble -- Luke had a strong position from which to pin me.
He smiled, saying, “Somehow I thought you’d be a lot harder to beat. One-thousand-one…”
Now I was really pissed. I thrashed around, bridging and shoving him off me to the side. “For your information, I am a lot harder to beat!” I hissed.
“So am I,” he hissed back, as we struggled on our sides for a dominant maneuver. But instead, we just rolled around back and forth aimlessly, neither gaining much advantage. My chest was pressed against him as we struggled with our arms and hands. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist for a scissors, but he managed to thwart my attempts. Instead, my leg found its way between his legs. I couldn’t help but feel his bulging manhood against my thigh. It was almost like dry humping him as we rolled back and forth furiously, but Luke kept silent about it, not willing to breach our ‘friendship’. I was afraid to ask him whether Rachel and Janine had done this maneuver.
Finally, he pushed me onto my back, forcing my thigh loose from between his legs. I quickly bridged free, tossing him easily to the side. We both rose to our feet, but Luke was a tad quicker, grabbing at me from behind. Soon his arms were locked about my waist in a reverse bearhug. Luke lifted me off the floor easily, compressing my ribcage tightly. I groaned heavily and then flapped my arms & legs around wildly trying to get loose. I didn’t get free, but at least he set me back down so my feet were on the floor.
Luke’s arms slipped upwards on my body, still locked together, until they could go no further. His reverse bearhug was now firmly cinched beneath my boobs! I had no bra to cushion against the lock, so my poor boobs were twisted and tortured while I frantically struggled to free myself from his clutches.
And then, a sudden revelation! For the first time, I realized that I was hot and horny! I was totally confused. What should I do? Maintain the position or break free?
I quit struggling for the moment and decided to stall for time. “So, did Rachel and Janine do this hold?” I asked, huffing and puffing, still trapped from behind.
Luke squeezed hard again, not answering my query. My breasts heaved upwards from the pressure of lifting. It hurt some… but then again, it felt really good, too. Interesting… very interesting indeed.
After a moments torture, Luke set me down to my feet again. I could tell the lifting/squeezing move was taking a toll on him, even more so than it was on me. He sputtered a bit and then answered my question. “Uuhhhh, not really, no reverse bearhugs,” he replied, puffing deeply. “But they did have sort of a face-to-face bearhug, I think.”
He relaxed his grip for a moment to catch his breath. Now was my chance! I pried his hands apart and flung them wide. I spun around in place to face him, figuring to capitalize on what he’d just told me. Before Luke could mount a defense, my arms were beneath his and around his body. I locked my hands together, completing the face-to-face bearhug before he could stop me.
In a friendly match like this, Luke’s arms were useless, caught outside of mine. Maybe he could have pulled my hair or worse, but I knew he wasn’t going to. Instead, Luke was helpless as I squeezed hard, constricting his ribcage, forcing my boobs hard against his chest. He gasped softly as I managed to lift him slightly off the floor.
I set him back down to the floor, and then pulled his face close towards mine. The cleavage of my shirt was close and I saw him take a quick peak. Luke probably saw everything I had, but I didn’t really mind. “So, did Rachel and Janine bearhug like that?” I teased.
He smiled briefly, and then said, “No, it was more like this!” Suddenly he tripped me and we fell to the floor. I managed to keep my arms locked around him as we fell, so he was still trapped in my clutches once we landed. I squeezed hard, punishing him for his transgression. “So, is this more like it, now?” I asked once more.
“Um hmm. It is,” he sputtered. “It was in the first round… I think.”
My cleavage was right below his nose and he was getting a real ‘snootfull’ of my chest. I could tell he was distracted badly, nearly unable to defend himself. To be fair, maybe he was just worn out by the fight, but I really had him at a disadvantage. I squeezed again and he began thrashing around with his legs, trying to twist free. His thigh tried to snake in-between my legs, but I blocked it before he could. Luke just grinned, helpless before me. I squeezed him hard again, just to let him know who was boss. Then I rolled Luke onto his back and held him down with a full body press. My hands held his wrists down on each side and my boobs held his chest to the floor. My pelvis held his pelvis in check, despite the ever-present bulge. My legs went outside and hooked around his legs so he couldn’t twist free.
I began to count him out. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three…” but then he managed to bridge and raise one shoulder. I tried several more times, but with the same result as Luke lifted his shoulder to stop the count. Luke had a big grin on his face, seeming to enjoy his predicament. I’d have to try something else!
“You know, Janine couldn’t finish Rachel with this move, either,” he snickered.
“So, what did she do, then?” I asked.
“No way. I’m not telling. Figure it out yourself!” he teased.
“Maybe I will, then. Maybe I will.” But I really wasn’t that sure how to proceed. But it was no problem keeping him down while I thought it over. Finally, I realized what I had to do to keep his shoulders down. In a quick maneuver, I released his legs from mine and hopped onto his waist, straddling him with my legs. In a second swift move, my knees were resting on his shoulders as I sat upright atop him.
Luke couldn’t move his shoulders. I secured his hands with mine, finding it convenient to tuck them back along his body and under my calves. Occasionally, his legs thrashed about, but he wasn’t nearly limber enough for them to reach my body.
“So, was this the move that Janine used on Rachel?” I asked coyly.
“Um hmm. One and the same,” he replied, looking happier than I’d seen him in a long time.
I counted him out this time with little difficulty, his shoulders held firmly to the floor. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!” I was elated, and more than a little bit aroused by the match, especially the victory! I wanted to rip Luke’s clothes off and have at him, but I held myself in check. Our relationship wasn’t like that I had to remind myself… we were just friends… childhood friends to be exact.
Luke look pretty content trapped beneath me. I’d been distracted in my thoughts, not realizing I still held him down. “You win,” he said, “but I’ll be darned if I’m gonna clean up this mess by myself!”
I knew Luke wouldn’t really renege on the deal. So what was he up to? He was obviously acting, but what the heck for? A light went on inside. He wanted to ‘play’ some more. “Okay, suit yourself,” I said, perched atop him decisively. “But you’re not getting up from there until you agree to abide by your word and clean up this mess by yourself.”
He struggled half heartedly, and I held him down fast. “Like I said, you’re not getting up from there until you agree to keep your word.”
We said little over the ensuing 10 or 15 minutes, other than for me to confirm his helplessness beneath me, and what it would take to be set free. I could tell Luke was getting terribly aroused. And to tell the truth, holding him down, keeping him helpless beneath me… I was searching my mind for the proper word… Dominating him! Yes! I was dominating him!! And it felt so good. In fact, I was getting more and more aroused the longer I held him down this way.
Then my mind wandered back to what Luke must have witnessed between Janine and Rachel. When Janine had held Rachel down this way, they were both naked! I quickly looked down at Luke’s face, suddenly struck by the possibilities… when a female held her opponent down in this way… Unconsciously I suppose, my crotch slowly slipped ever closer to Luke’s face.
Luke’s eyes went wide, suddenly realizing what was about to happen! “Okay, okay. I’ll clean up everything!” he yelped.
I woke up from the stupor that had held me, finally realizing what I’d been about to do. I let Luke up immediately and turned away from him, embarrassed. We stood up together, and I couldn’t look him in the eye. He spun me around, took my hand and shook it. “Congratulations, you won fair and square. Sorry I was such a pill at the end, but I wanted to see how long you could hold me… probably ‘till hell freezes over, I’d say.”
I was quiet, having little to say. But I was still very, very horny! “You fought well… but not well enough,” I teased. I kissed him on the cheek, saying “We’ll have to try this again sometime. It was fun!”
He grinned widely, blushing deeply, finally responding, “Sure, anytime.”
“You’re on, Boober! But now it’s time for you to clean up. I’m gonna go rest for a few minutes.”
But that wasn’t really my plan. I was horny, horny, horny and had to do something about it! I trotted towards my bedroom. Luke called after me, “Hey, I need to lie down a moment, too. I’ll clean up in a little while.”
“Don’t make me come after you,” I teased, closing the bedroom door behind me. I heard his bedroom door shut a moment later. I went straight for the bottle of hand-lotion on the nightstand and opened the drawer below and pulled out ‘Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed.’ The vibrator was pretty much silent, so I knew that Luke wouldn’t hear it. But would he hear me? I needn’t have worried, as there was plenty of noise coming from the other side of the paper-thin wall separating our rooms.
The End