I've been with my wife Ayn for better than 8 years, having known her since grade school, but we didn't start dating until high school. We continued to see each other through college, but dated other people as well. One of the other girls I dated during the college years was Hellene. My relationship with Hellene was casual but constant, and we enjoyed each other's company, had similar philosophies about life in general, and the sex was incredible. For a while I though Hellene and I would end up married, but we were too much alike and the relationship eventually fell apart. Hellene moved back to her native Georgia and I didn't hear from her for several years.
Ayn and Hellene couldn't be more opposite. Hellene was a tall, thin red-head. Having modeled professionally, she had a presence about her that I always found captivating. Here's a girl six feet tall in her bare feet, never self-concious about her height, who walks into any room like she owns the place. Model-thin at about 125 pounds, but with a 36-C chest, she revels in her stature, choosing to wear 4-inch stiletto heels whenever she goes out. Hailing from Alabama, her southern accent is a killer, and she really turns it on whenever there are guys around. She's a girl who is used to getting what she wants.

Ayn, on the other hand, is just under 5 foot 2 inches with an athletic build she developed swimming competitively and with gymnastics. Broad shoulders and back, tiny waist, and muscular legs that stop traffic! She's a brunette with an olive complexion befitting her greek heritage. People are always asking her how much she works out, if she is a bodybuilder, or if she is a personal trainer. Not as well-endowed as Hellene, Ayn measures out at 38 inches around the chest, but only a B-cup as compared to Hellene's full C.

Not nearly as socially outgoing as Hellene, Ayn has always been very competitive and physically more aggressive. She's probably wrestled with most of her girl friends, but generally in a playful way. She knows I love to see her strip down and wrestle, and she's good at goading her friends into a playful tussle. Pool parties are the best as Ayn is already in a bikini or t-back one piece suit. These impromptu matches almost all end up the same way. After she lets her friend get her on her back and feel in control, Ayn then goes to work. Powering out of almost any hold, Ayn uses her awesomely muscular legs to arch her back and roll onto her side, all the while keeping her arms locked around the other girl's waist. From there she can get to her knees and go on the attack. A headlock is her weapon of choice from this position, not too hard so as to hurt her opponent, but hard enough that the girl feels the strength she's facing. As Ayn applies more and more power to the headlock she turns to face the other girl and the headlock slips into a bearhug around the head and neck, her opponent's head now being pulled firmly against Ayn's upper chest. The muscles of Ayn's back and shoulders bulge with the exertion as she continues to press the other wrestler onto her back, her biceps dancing with the effort, all the while keeping her opponent's head pulled against her chest. Usually this is where the other girl begs for mercy, but on a few occasions her victim was not ready to concede defeat. If Ayn has done her job, the other girl is feeling a little pain and gets more aggressive herself, maybe putting a hand into Ayn's face to try to push her up and away. Futile, as a shake of Ayn's head will cause her opponent's hand to slip away, ineffective. Sometimes the other wrestler will go for Ayn's hair, trying desperately to get some breathing room and release the pressure of those muscular arms wrapped around her head and neck. But Ayn's hair is short, and again, a shake of the head us usually enough to cause the girl's hand to come away empty. Then more pressure by Ayn. Wimpering by the girl she's overpowering with her toned, athletic body. Time to move in for the kill, and Ayn throws her leg over her opponent's body, straddling her and bringing her weight into play, adding to the pressure on the girl underneath her. Her opponent's legs thrash about, trying to get traction and arch her back just like Ayn did earlier. If she does get her back arched and lifts the two of them even slightly off the ground, she quickly learns how foolish this was. Ayn, from the straddling position and still face to face, wraps her strong, gymnastics-trained legs around her victim's waist, hooking one ankle behind the other in a classic body scissors. Here Ayn will release the bearhug and give the other wrestler a brief chance to breath. Then she pins the girl's arms down with her hands and starts the squeeze with those thighs. Ayn's diamond-shaped calves and bodybuilder thighs bulge with the pressure she's applying and her opponent quickly begs for mercy. I love it when Ayn pretends not to hear the pleas for mercy, saying, "What? I can't hear you! Are you quitting?" As she releases her victim she takes the time for a brief victory pose. Sitting astride her beaten opponent she hits a double-biceps pose like a bodybuilder, the pumped up muscles of her back, shoulders and arms coming to life. Maybe a glint of sweat from the match, and a confident smile that says, "Look at the physique that beat you." It's a script I never tire of seeing replayed.

A while back I finally got to see my dream match. Ayn got her hand on Hellene, and it was all Hellene's idea, one she came to regret very quickly! Ayn and I were down in Georgia on vacation, spending some romantic time at the beach. There's a terrific little restaurant on the beach and the upper level is a hotel with rooms available by the week during the season. We've got one of these rooms and are finishing up dinner and drinks before retiring to our room for the night. As I'm paying the check I see a sight that makes me lose my breath for a second. It's Hellene, walking across the dance floor to our table, smiling a wicked little smile, staring right at Ayn. I knew she moved back down to this area, but this town? Ayn is stunned into silence, not at all pleased, but not ready to make a scene just yet. Some casual chit-chat ensues, and I find out Hellene is here all the time during the summer as its one of the few hot spots around. With all the guys here on vacation, she is sure to get all the attention she craves, and if a jealous girlfriend is involved, all the better. Yeah, Hellene is wicked. But with her body and face, I guess maybe she's justified.
Ayn is silent, but that's just fine by Hellene. She's doing all the talking, asking how we've been, how's the family, blah blah blah. She knows that every second she's at our table, Ayn is smoldering. It's obvious by Ayn's posture, sitting up a little straighter, holding her shoulders back a bit to accentuate her chest. I guess she's a little self-conscious about the obvious contrast to Hellene, and I can't say as I blame her. Hellene is stunning, knows it, and shows it. But her next comment floors me! "Ayn, I haven't seen you since college. You look fantastic. Working out?" Ayn is very wary of this girl from my past but she's not about to let Hellene do all the talking. Ayn answers her. "Yeah, a little. Swimming, aerobics, you know. The usual." "How about you, Hellene?" I guess Hellene had showdown on her mind. Her smile broadened and she answered, "Yup. Tennis, weight training, and yoga. I'm a lot stronger than back in college. I've put on some muscle since then." With that she flexes her left biceps, holding it about 6 inches from Ayn's face. "What do you think?"

That was all the prodding Ayn needed. "Well, Hellene, you certainly look better than in the old days. Wanna see who's stronger?" "Sure. We could arm wrestle right here at the table," Hellene answers, eyes locked on Ayn. Suddenly it's as if I'm not even there. They have some business to settle. This is now just girl versus girl. "Nah," answers Ayn. "Lets go somewhere private and really wrestle. Our room is right upstairs." Now Ayn is smiling. Hellene hesitates, seeing that the confrontation has just moved up a notch in intensity. A little public scene in a restaurant is one thing, and sure to get her some attention no matter how it turns out. She's not so sure of herself going against Ayn in a full on wrestling match though. But she's been called out. Backing down now is not an option for some one with her ego, so upstairs we go, just the three of us.

On the stairs Ayn is suddenly the aggressive one asking, "How do you want to do this? Fist fight?" Hellene immediately loses some of her color and she's sweating a bit that I can see, right in the middle of her cleavage. She hesitates, a worried look on her face, and turns to me with a panicked look. This is definitely not what she bargained for. "No, no," I say, looking at Ayn. "No fists. How about just wrestling like you said downstairs. Submission, and the winner has to accept the loser's submission." "Think of it as a fight, but with no striking." That brings some relief to Hellene, but the worried look is not completely gone. The wicked smile is, though! Ayn's face is impassive, no joy or fear, just business, like she's done this plenty of times, which of course she has. As we get to the room and I close our door behind us, Ayn already has stepped out of her sandals and has her shirt off. She's standing in a black bra and short skirt. The skirt falls to the floor and revealing the matching black thong panties I love so much. "Hope you don't mind, Hellene. I'm so much more comfortable without the shirt and skirt. I can move better stripped down like this. Go ahead, get comfortable. It's just the three of us here." Now Ayn smiles a little, encouraged by Hellene's discomfort. Ayn's body is truly awesome. She could be an Olympic athlete with those toned abs, gymnast legs, and muscular arms. This girl was built to wrestle!

Hellene is uncomfortable again, this time because she sees what she's about to be fighting. Sure, Hellene's hot, and she's definitely got more muscle than back in college, but she's nowhere near as athletic as Ayn. But it's too late to back down now. She's here in the room, Ayn is ready for action, and she knows that somehow this was her own doing. Resigned to this contest, Hellene kicks off her heels, dropping down to her natural 6 feet height, but still towering over Ayn's 5 foot, 2 inches. Her dress slips off her shoulders and falls to the floor, revealing no bra and low-rise biking panties, light purple. Wow! She's a bit slim for my tastes, but still quite toned, and there's no disputing that award-winning rack! My eye's bulging out of my head give Hellene a moment's confidence, plus her obvious height advantage encourages her. Standing face to face with Ayn, her nipples are practically staring into Ayn's eyes. Here comes a little of the swagger back. "What's the matter, honey?" Hellene asks Ayn. "You getting shy now?" "C'mon, bare-breasted, like I am." Ayn's bra is off before the words get out of Hellene's mouth.
I ask, "How do you girls want to start...." and before I can finish my question they're on each other. Both went for headlocks, and Hellene's height advantage gave her the leverage and better positioning. Ayn drops her arms from Hellene's neck to her waist, just holding on as Hellene cranks down hard, grunting with the effort. Even when Ayn is having a playful tussle with a friend, the minute they lock up it gets semi-serious. Friends, sure, but each wants to win. Well, these two are no friends! Hellene is squeezing Ayn's head and neck for all she's worth, and the effect is immediate. Ayn's face is beet-red in an instant. I'm sure having Hellene's bare breast crushed up against her face is embarrassing but this is a girl fight, no time for being embarrassed. Ayn is trying to trip the taller girl, moving to tangle her leg with Hellene's, but it's not working. They're still of their feet, Ayn in a painful headlock, and it's turning into a choke. Hellene is shifting her hips back behind Ayn's, using her height advantage to step behind her. Now I can see Ayn's red face and it's showing pain and panic. Hellene is behind her now and trying to choke the life out of her, left arm around Ayn's neck, right arm holding Ayn's right wrist. Even Ayn's strong arms can't break the choke hold Hellene has her in, and she can only buy herself some breathing room. With all her considerable strength Ayn is using her free left arm to pull down on Hellene's left arm that's around her throat, and it's just barely enough to let her catch a breath. Ayn is weakened from lack of air, and drops to her knees. Hellene holds fast, dropping behind her and maintaining the choke, bodies locked together in battle. But on her knees Hellene doesn't have the same leverage as when she's on her feet. Now it's just arm strength, and without even realizing it Ayn has evened things up a bit. As she pulls down on Hellene's arm she gets a little more room and the color starts to return to her face. Both wrestlers are sweating profusely now in the muggy 88 degree night air. Hellene's bare-breasted torso is still pressed up against Ayn's bare back, left arm still locked around Ayn's neck, both fighters on their knees in the middle of the room. Ayn twists her body to the left and with the sweat between them she manages to get herself turned back into the headlock position. Still not good, but better than being choked out by the busty redhead.

Hellene falls backwards from her knees, pulling Ayn down with her in the headlock, and wraps those long, well defined legs around Ayn's waist. Ayn lets out a moan, partly because the headlock hurts and partly because she can feel Hellene's legs encircling her waist. Relying on the leverage of those incredibly long legs, Hellene relaxes the choke hold a bit to focus all her energy on the scissors she's applying, and this gives Ayn even more room. Big mistake. She should have been choking Ayn with both arms to keep from letting her one arm from get worn out. Now Ayn can get her left hand up onto Hellene's face and push her head back. Hellene completely releases the choke and leans all the way back, keeping her legs around Ayn and squeezing as hard as she can. Without the choke Ayn has a chance to reach down towards Hellene's ankles to try and pry those legs apart. As she does this, Hellene seizes the chance to re-apply the choke hold but with her right arm this time, pulling Ayn back down onto her still facing the ceiling. Ayn uses both arms to pull at her opponent's arm around her neck and because Hellene is not using her left arm but rather leaning back on it she prevents it from doing any real damage. From her back lying on Hellene, with Hellene's legs still wrapped powerfully around her waist, Ayn plants her feet firmly on the floor. With her legs spread for a strong base Ayn arches her back as high as she can, lifting both her and Hellene off the floor. Slamming down hard together onto the floor has the desired effect of weakening the scissors hold that was causing almost as much pain as the headlock and choke, but not breaking it. Again she arches and drops, and Hellene's legs fall off her. Now Ayn is free and on the offensive. Hellene turns away and gets onto her hands and knees to stand up but before she can get to her feet Ayn dives onto her back. The force of the muscular little brunette landing on her back flattens the taller girl on the floor, face down. Ayn is sitting on the small of Hellene's back, straddling her and moving in for some payback. Ayn's magnificent muscular body, covered with sweat, presses down onto her opponent's bare back, repeating the bosoms-to-back position they were locked into before only with the big-chested redhead on the receiving end this time. Rather than a choke, Ayn goes for a full nelson, all the while keeping her weight on the other fighter's lower back. She sinks the full nelson in quickly, Hellene isn't ready for that, instead expecting the choke. Rocking forward on he knees, Ayn lets her weight off her opponent's back, shifting forward and applying more pressure to the full nelson and Hellene's neck. The whimpering starts almost immediately as pressure to Hellene's neck and shoulders grows. Grabbing a handful of red hair makes it almost impossible for Hellene to reach back and pull Ayn's hands from the back of her neck. With her victim in a helpless position, Ayn figures it's time to bring her bone-crushing thighs and calves into play, adding to her rival's misery. She rolls to the left side, keeping her sweaty breasts slammed hard against the redhead's back and pulling the redhead over with her. Now it's Ayn's legs encircling Hellene's waist, but I don't think Hellene really notices right away. I can tell the moment Ayn locked those ankles together and slammed her legs straight against Hellene's waist she notices! "Unnngh!" Ayn repeatedly relaxes her legs and then rams them straight, reapplying tremendous pressure and eliciting a new sound of pain each time. The fight has gone out of Hellene quickly, but she hasn't given up yet, and even if she did, there is no way Ayn would simply let her out of these wrestling and fighting holds. Not yet.

I'm worried that Ayn's scissors hold is going to break some of Hellene's ribs, but Ayn certainly took some punishment early in the contest so I'm going to let this continue a while longer. Two bare-breasted women, covered in sweat, locked together in a wresting fight is not something I want to stop! Ayn suddenly released the full nelson, keeping only the body scissors on Hellene. The relief Hellene feels is obvious, but those muscular legs around her waist are about to make her cry. The advantage of being 6 feet tall wrestling a girl almost a foot shorter is that reaching those crushing legs and breaking the hold at the ankles is easier. No way Ayn could have reached down to Hellene's ankles. But as the tall redhead goes for Ayn's lower legs it gives Ayn another opportunity. Ayn sits forward and wraps her right arm around Hellene's neck, securing the choke by grabbing her right wrist with her free left hand. Now she leans back, choking her opponent, twisting her neck slightly, and squeezing her waist at the same time. Hellene's face turns brighter red than her hair color, panic sets in, eye's bulge, and I'm sure she'd be screaming if she could make a sound. Clawing at Ayn's arm with one hand, pounding at Ayn's thighs with the other, she's begging me with her eyes to stop it. As her eyes are starting to shut and she's on the verge of passing out I give Ayn the nod. She lets up on the choke and scissors, but doesn't release Hellene just yet. Gotta hear the magic words first. "Got something to say yet, bitch?" Still gasping for breath, I can see tears in Hellene's eyes, but a little defiance, too. She's mad, and manages a hoarse, "Fuck You." Ayn is surprised by this but not at all disappointed. First the legs tighten up again and Hellene emits a tight-lipped grunt. Then the choke again. Rather than just lie there, Ayn rolls them both over, first to the right, then back to the left, never letting up with either fighting hold. When Hellene goes limp, Ayn lets up on the choke just enough to let some sound out of her opponent's throat. "I give, I give. Please." And then Hellene is crying. "What?" "Did you say something, bitch?" But rather than defiance this time Hellene just cries harder. Ayn takes her arm from the beaten girl's throat, unclasps her legs, and with one foot gives Hellene a shove. Ayn stands up and is in my arms like a shot. We're kissing, I'm grabbing her ass and chest, and she's the queen of the universe! Nothing like winning a wrestling match against someone you despise to give you that sense of elation. As Hellene staggers to her feet looking like hammered shit, Ayn turns to her, both of them still bare-breasted and wearing only panties and sweat, and asks, "How about that fist fight now?"