More Novices: “Sunday Afternoon Warriors”, by Gark

In their third episode of the series, Toni and Terri are now fully into this wrestling thing. [Told from Toni’s point of view.]

Chapter 5A – Football Widows

Fall was upon us and Terri and I knew what that meant. Sam and Max would be watching football on Max’s wide screen TV every Sunday afternoon from now until sometime after Christmas. Either we could learn to like football, or, we could find something else to entertain ourselves on Sunday afternoons. We favored the latter and knew exactly what it would be.

Thus, Terri & I found ourselves in the sporting goods store where Janine & Rachel had purchased their wrestling mats. Of course, the mats were labeled ‘exercise mats,’ but we weren’t going to tell anyone what they were for. They were identical to J & R’s, so if we ever wanted to join them all together into one super large mat, there’d be no problem. As it was, two 6' x 12' exercise mats would do very nicely, as they could be fastened together to form a 12' x 12' wrestling surface. We dragged them up to the apartment, making good use of the elevator located in the underground parking area to keep our endeavor under wraps.

The guys had seemed interested in female wrestling, getting quite worked up about it whenever they heard J & R’s ‘thumping’ from above. But it must never have occurred to them that Terri & I might enjoy wrestling, too, so we decided to take matters into our own hands by purchasing some mats for practice and for matches. Maybe we’d put on an exhibition for them one day.

Terri & I had browsed a number of websites and had learned quite a bit about wrestling, but hadn’t really had much of a chance to put it to practice. Much of the stuff on the web was erotic, but that was fine with us, already having wrestled topless a few times. We also had the video lent us by J & R, which we’d decided to save until now. It read ‘Video Sports #V035 - 1990 Topless Flyweight Tournament-Wrestling.’

“Hey Antonia,” Terri called from her bedroom. “Now that the mats are set up, why don’t you throw in the videotape? I’ll be out in a second.”

“Okay, Terri-ble, I’ll get it all set up!” I called back. I always called her ‘Terri-ble’ when I wanted to get under her skin.

I already had my two-piece swimsuit on and it wasn’t long before Terri appeared wearing hers. Of course, she looked much better in her suit, sporting 36D’s to my much smaller 32A’s. But breast size didn’t determine the outcome of our matches… well at least it wasn’t the only factor, as I had won my share of the time. But still, the fact was that we preferred to wrestle topless… and breast size could work to one’s advantage, or disadvantage, depending on the rules.

For the moment, our tops were still on. I wasn’t sure whether they’d stay that way or not, but today’s plan was to concentrate on wrestling. Terri plopped down next to me on the couch, belting me hard on the arm as she did.

“Ouch! What was that for?” I asked innocently, already knowing the reason.

“I’ll make you pay for calling me Terrible. Just wait, you’ll see,” she scoffed.

I hit the play button on the remote and the tape began. For now, the TV was over in one corner of the living room and the couch was in the other corner. The doublewide mat lay in the main living area. With the corner section of the couch removed to the other room, there’d be plenty of room to wrestle.

There was a pre-match interview, which was quite revealing. The 4 women weren’t much different than Terri or myself. They were all novices, young and very attractive. The first match was Teri Rose versus Debbie, a classic blonde versus brunette battle. They were total novices, mostly rolling around and putting on a few holds, and clearly having a good time! I figured Terri and I could easily hold our own against either of them. The ending was unclear, although Debbie appeared to be the better of the two.

Video Sports #V035 - Jolynn versus (redhead) Whitney

Next up was blonde Jolynn versus redhead Whitney. Once the action started and the women removed their tops, Terri gasped loudly, “Gawd, look at those breasts on Whitney! I’d kill to have perky breasts like that! And nipples to die for, too!”

I’d never heard Terri envious of another woman’s breasts before, but she was right. Whitney’s boobs had that classic shape, and ‘perky’ too. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind looking like that either,” I agreed. “I’ve thought about getting a boob job, but I know they’d never turn out like that.”

“Yeah, I doubt that’s even possible,” she concurred. “You know, this tape is from 1990. Whitney’s boobs had to be real!”

I nodded in agreement, both of us captivated by the wrestling matches on the tube. Although still novices, Jolynn & Whitney were much more accomplished wrestlers. When Whitney moved around the mat, our eyes followed her every movement, hoping that she would win. As the matches progressed, Terri and I got down on the mat to try some of the holds. Terri whipped off her top, saying, “Hey, if we’re going to duplicate the holds, we have to duplicate the clothes, too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumped, giving her a hard time while I pulled my top off.

“Okay, now where were we,” continued Terri, trying out another hold.

We took turns putting holds on each other as the tape continued. Once in a while, we’d stop, and watch & root for Whitney and her very perky boobs. But Whitney couldn’t handle the incredible resolve of Jolynn, being bested just barely.

All the while we watched and practiced, our boobs & nipples were getting kind of plucky, themselves. Our nipples were extended and hard as we rolled around playfully during the video. And for us, the main event was yet to come.

Finally, the tape was over and it was our turn to wrestle for real, at least that’s what I wanted.

“Hey, how about another thigh-to-crotch match?” asked Terri.

“No way,” I countered. “Today is supposed to be practice. We gotta get ready for an exhibition match for the guys. I already took off my top, which I hadn’t planned on. Now let’s leave it at that and do some real wrestling.”

“Yeah okay… just thought I’d check,” she replied dejectedly before perking up with an idea. “But how about this? We go two out of three. The first two rounds will be real wrestling. But the third will be more interesting…”

“So all I gotta do is beat you in two rounds and there’ll no third round antics,” I replied with a huff.

“Think you can do it?” she challenged. “On the other hand, maybe it’ll be me winning in two rounds,” she snickered.

Terri was baiting me and I knew it. But still, I couldn’t let her off unchallenged. “I’ll surely beat you in two rounds, but if not, it’ll be the usual conditions. Our bottoms stay on, no hand gropes to the crotch…”

“But anything else goes… feet, legs, thighs, elbows, shoulders,” Terri finished.

As long as our hands and mouths stayed away from the other’s privates, I was happy with the rules. But surely, it wouldn’t come to a third round…

Chapter 5B – Three Rounds?

I clicked the TV off and tossed the remote aside. Then we faced each other from a kneeling position on the mat. I couldn’t help noticing the anticipation written on Terri’s face. She was eager to go, but so was I. We clinched suddenly, trying to throw the other down. Terri’s extra few pounds aided her in throwing me to the mat. I landed on my back and Terri was all over me. We were a tangle of arms and legs flailing around, but Terri had the advantage as she worked her way towards a full body pin. I wriggled all around, twisting this way and that, managing to keep her at bay. Terri’s hands held mine down at each side. Terri’s 36D’s twisted back and forth across my 32C’s, dominating them thoroughly as we struggled. Terri tried to loop her legs around mine for a grapevine pin, but I knew it was coming and managed to entwine my legs together, preventing such a move on Terri’s part.

In the natural course of events, Terri’s body rode up on mine and I was soon faced with a pair of 36D’s pummeling my face. I knew Terri hadn’t been planned it, but there they were, two huge boobs, smashing me in the face. Terri began to count me out, but I was determined to get free.

“One-thousand-one… one-thousand-two…” she began.

But that was all the farther she got. I bridged and muscled my way free, throwing Terri over onto her back. I threw myself at her, but she was ready. It was a power struggle for a while, but I managed to scissor her legs within mine, keeping her flat on her back as I continued to work the hold towards her waist. Terri grunted and winced as I applied pressure to her abdomen.

Terri managed to twist around within the scissors, but couldn’t free herself. She was face down on the mat now and I saw an opportunity to try a new hold. I morphed the hold so I was lying on Terri’s back as she lay facedown on the mat. I grabbed both of her arms at the elbows and yanked back. Next I sat upright on her butt, still maintaining the pressure on her arms. Terri’s back arched sharply and her boobs lifted off the mat.

“Aarrgghh, aarrgghh,” she squealed in pain.

The surfboard hold must really have hurt. I’d never tried it before, so obviously Terri had never felt it before. And I hadn’t really executed the hold that fully! I had been planning on placing my knee into her back and pulling even harder. But it didn’t seem necessary.

“Do you give, Terri?” I asked.

“I g g give,” she managed to squeak out.

I’d beaten Terri in the first round, and it hadn’t been that difficult. Maybe there’d be no need for a third round. But Terri rose to one knee quickly, leaving that conclusion in doubt.

“All right Antonia. I’ll have my revenge on you, or my name isn’t Terri-ble!!” she hissed.

There was a new look of determination in her eyes and strength in her voice. Maybe I had roused her ire, but good.

“Uh, how’s your back?” I stuttered, unsure what to say.

“Oh, not so bad, really, considering you tried to maim me!” she spat.

This was bad… really bad. “I’m sorry,” I began, helping Terri the rest of the way to her feet.

“Haw haw haw,” she horselaughed. “ I really had you going there, didn’t I?”

I turned beet red, embarrassed. “Uh, I, uh,” I stuttered.

“It didn’t hurt that bad. I’m kind of a wimp when it comes to pain. Really, it wasn’t that bad. But I will have my revenge!” she cried, leaping at me.

I was completely unprepared for her attack, and was caught flatfooted. She barreled me over and we landed in the couch for a moment before tumbling onto the mat below. Terri was very motivated, and I had my hands full fending her off as we rolled back and forth on the mat. I remained on the defensive as Terri managed to lock me in a full nelson in a lying position. This was also a new hold for us, and I’d never imagined the intensity and pain the hold could inflict. I grimaced and grunted as Terri applied ever more pressure.

“Wanna give Antonia?” she asked.

“No… no way,” I managed, but in a lying position like this, my escape options were limited. I figured my only chance was to power my way free. I raised my arms above my head, slowly at first, trying to break the hold. I gradually increased the intensity and was rewarded by a slight release of the hold. Given the opening, I pressed on, finally breaking the hold.

But the damage had been done, and I had little strength at the moment to resist Terri’s moves. I soon found myself flat on my back with Terri lying across my body. My right arm was tucked securely between her thighs, immobile. Her boobs were pressed against my chest holding my body flat against the mat. My left arm was secured to the side by both of her hands. Terry held me in a crossbody pin!

I couldn’t break free! I twisted around with my legs, but it was useless. I was too worn down from the full nelson. I assumed Terri would pin me here, but that wasn’t her objective.

“You must realize I could pin you here and now,” she started. “But revenge is what I really want!”

Suddenly there were a pair of 36D’s shoved against my face! I couldn’t breathe! Terri was using a breast smother against me again! With boobs like hers, breast smothering must have come very naturally.

I held out a few moments, twisting my head from side to side, but I couldn’t escape for long. If I escaped from one boob, the other boob would be there to resume the smothering.

Finally, I muffled my submission, “Uummpphh, I… I… submit,” I managed to spill out between boob attacks.

Terri rolled off me and helped me up to the couch.

“That’s some move you got there girl,” I managed to say between gulps of air. “That’s the second time you’ve gotten me that way. Your boobs are like lethal weapons!”

“Um hmm, and all natural, too,” she replied. “I guess this must be my signature hold.”

“Yeah, I agree, definitely something for me to avoid in the future,” I replied, feeling better now.

“Yeah, that’s why I like to wrestle topless… need my best weapons at the ready. How about you? What’s your signature hold?” she asked.

“I dunno. I’m not sure yet. Maybe a schoolgirl pin… maybe something else. I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” I told her.

“No doubt when I’m on the receiving end,” she cackled.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of it. I’ll tell you then! Ha ha!” I giggled, too.

“It seems you owe me something for the third round,” she smiled. “I was a good girl and wrestled the first two rounds, and now…”

“Yeah, okay. I’m not against a little erotic action… I just wanted some real wrestling first,” I told her. And it was the truth. A little fooling around while wrestling was fun, as long as certain lines weren’t crossed. “So, what has your dirty little mind cooked up?” I asked with crooked smile upon my lips.

Chapter 5C – Round 3

“I was thinking of something a bit more freewheeling, you know… kinda pull out all the stops, so to speak,” she began.

“So…” I asked, unsure what she meant.

“Well, my boobs have recovered now from the first time we wrestled. How about it?” she inquired.

“Sure, mine are fine, too. So, you wanna do some boob fighting?” I asked.

“Um hmm. I think I can take you this time,” she replied defiantly.

“What makes you think that? You got some mighty big targets,” I told her.

“Yeah, that’s definitely a problem. But I’m a better wrestler now,” she responded.

“Well so am I…”

“Yeah, well… we’ll just have to see,” she replied, grinning wickedly. “You never know where my thigh might wind up.”

“Um hmm. Yeah. I think I know… but mine my might end up in a similar place, too,” I teased.

We rose to our knees only, as we both knew this round would be spent mostly rolling around on the mat. There was no point in standing up. We were a few feet apart and moving gradually closer as we circled each other in a waddling motion on our knees. Terri’s 36D’s swayed ominously back and forth as she came into range of my hands. But I knew Terri would try to strike first, so I was ready when her hands shot out from her body directly for my boobs. I effortlessly swatted them to the sides and moved in towards her body a step and grabbed two big handfuls of boobs and squeezed hard! Terri gasped loudly, but didn’t cry out whatsoever, steeling her resolve for the time being.

I moved in real close to her body, hoping to keep her hands to the outside and away from my boobs. The tactic worked for a time, but eventually I could feel her hands snake around my tummy area and I knew my boobs would soon come under attack. As a delaying tactic, I barreled Terri over onto her back, maintaining the mauling attack on her boobs as we fell over. After a few more moments, I could feel her hands once again snaking their way towards my boobs, so I squeezed forcefully one more time, and then flung myself away from her.

“You chicken, or something?” Terri taunted. “Are your little boobies afraid to fight?”

“No way… just fighting smart,” I mocked.

Terri looked miffed as we rose to our knees to resume the battle. This time there was no circling or measuring of the other. We just moved in and attacked straight off. Terri latched onto my boobs and I latched onto hers. We looked each other square in the eyes as we squeezed and mauled each other. Her boobs were far easier targets, so I wasn’t sure why she wanted a battle of this sort.

The pressure was intense, and I wanted to cry out in pain. But Terri hadn’t, so I willed myself to remain silent. We twisted around and around, squeezing and mauling each other’s boobs. We toppled over and soon lay on our sides. Unfortunately for me, my waist landed between Terri’s legs, and soon she was squeezing my boobs with her hands and my tummy with her legs. In spite of the dual pressure, I managed to continue mauling her boobs, but I was weakening fast.

But to my surprise, Terri released my boobs, and then swatted my hands away from her boobs. Her thighs quickly found their way to my chest area. Before I knew it, my boobs were being squeezed viciously in a scissors lock. And, I could no longer reach Terri’s boobs! I gasped loudly from the intense pressure. My poor boobies ached horribly!

“Wanna give, Antonia?” asked Terri. “There’s no escape from my breast scissors!”

Aaarrrggghhh. Maybe she was right. But then I remembered something from the tape, and worked one of my arms between her thighs, relieving the pressure on my chest significantly! Terri tried to stop me, grabbing at my arm, but I was managing to keep the pressure off pretty well. Eventually, I got both of my arms inserted between her legs and pried & squirmed my way to freedom. I quickly rolled out of range.

I got up to my knees to face Terri. She was already waiting, a huge grin on her face. “Pretty good hold, Terri-ble,” I said. “I can’t wait to try it on you!”

“Yeah, don’t you wish,” she guffawed.

As we closed on each other and latched onto the other’s boobs once more, I was determined to put the breast scissors on Terri, but after second thought, I realized she’d be expecting that. As I bore down with pressure on her boobs, Terri did likewise to me. We tumbled to the mat quickly and rolled back & forth while squeezing the other’s orbs, although my small 32A’s probably didn’t qualify as orbs. Terri, with her 36D’s, had to be taking the brunt of the punishment.

I noticed Terri working her way up on my body and I feared she was preparing for another breast smother. I thrashed around wildly, finally managing to roll Terri onto her back. I slipped my right thigh between hers and was soon massaging her crotch area with my thigh. Terri’s eyes went wide and she gasped visibly. I continued to squeeze her boobs as she squeezed mine. But I held the advantage!

But then I felt her thigh upon my crotch area… the battle had been joined! We rolled back and forth, first one on top and then the other, thighs to crotch and hands to boobs. It was pain and pleasure, and soon I couldn’t tell them apart as we tumbled back and forth. I was getting super aroused by the action and no longer cared about the stimulus. I was drunk with arousal and lost in the moment!

When Terri let out a loud cry, I was afraid I’d hurt her somehow. But that wasn’t it at all I realized as she began shuddering uncontrollably and gasping little squeals rhythmically. I’d had no idea… wrapped up as I was in my own little world of pleasure. I’d just been startled by the suddenness and intensity of her orgasmic wails.

Terri smiled momentarily, and then forced her thigh upon my crotch one more time and squeezed my boobs. I’d been close, but this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I screamed like a crazed banshee, unconcerned about embarrassing myself in front of her. Gawd!!! Incredible!!! And with a female… and my roommate, no less…

I released Terri’s boobs while she did likewise and then unwrapped our thighs from the other. But I wasn’t through with her yet, remembering what she’d done to me at the end of our last match. I quickly pushed Terri onto her back, straddled her waist and then captured her hands with mine & held them to the mat above her head. My boobies dangled tantalizingly above Terri’s. “Remember what I promised you last time… ‘It’ll be you sucking on my nipples!’ I believe it was…”

I inched forward and plopped one of my 32A boobies onto Terri’s mouth before she could reply - all I heard from her was an ‘oommpphh’ sound. But before long, Terri managed to lick and suckle each of my still enlarged nipples. Payback was sweet, indeed!

Chapter 5D – Aftermath

After longer than was probably necessary, we pried ourselves apart and staggered over to the couch.

“We need to talk,” I told her.

“Yeah, we do,” Terri replied softly. “But first tell me, was it the best you’ve ever had… at least without actually ‘doing it’?”

She was right. Short of intercourse, I’d never been ‘done’ better. “Um hmm,” I replied. “But that’s not the point.”

“Yeah. We kinda crossed the line tonight, didn’t we?” she answered tentatively. “But… we never broke your rules… you know… about hands to the crotch…”

Terri was right. There’d been no hands, mouth or whatever near the other’s crotch. But the intense contact had been enough to ‘unleash the flood,’ so to speak. “Um… I guess you’re right. I just feel kind of naughty, is all.”

“Hey we’re not dykes… if that’s what you’re thinking… at least I know I’m not!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right of course. I’m straight, too. So what was this, then?” I asked.

“Just a little fun between friends, nothing more,” she replied with a straight face.

“More like unbridled eroticism between friends!” I shot back.

I’d caught Terri off guard. “But… we never broke your rules… you know…”

“Oops. I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I thoroughly enjoyed it!”

“Me, too,” she chuckled.

But given what we’d been doing, I wanted to be certain. “So, does that mean we’re gonna keep wrestling?”

“Yep. It’s fine with me, that is if it’s still okay with you,” she replied.

“Yeah, I still wanna wrestle you. But I really like real wrestling. So most of the time it has to be real wrestling. But sometimes… it can be like today. Okay.”

“Yeah, like you said. But ya know something? I was just thinking what a scream it would have been if the guys saw us like this. Haw!” she guffawed.

“Aaarrrggghhh!!! They’d have our hides!” I shrieked.

“More likely they’d have their hands in their pants,” she snickered.

“No way. Don’t even think it!” I told her emphatically. “This type of match is definitely off limits at our exhibition for the guys!”

“Yeah, okay. I agree. This can stay between us,” she agreed. “But how about topless…”

I grinned at Terri without replying and shrugged my shoulders uncertainly. Then I shook off my stupor. “Alright, cleanup time. And I expect you to help!”

Terri gave me no trouble. We folded up the mats and slipped them under our beds, and then tidied up the living room.

“Hey Antonia! How about some shopping?” Terri exclaimed.

I had to admit it sounded good. We straightened up our hair and faces, and then threw on some clothes before heading out the door. There was nothing like some shopping to set my mind straight. But then I heard Terri mumble something about Victoria’s Secret, and I knew this wouldn’t be any ordinary shopping trip. Oh well, might as well enjoy. There were a lot more football Sunday’s left this season!

The End