Furtive Fighter #6 - A Wrestling Companion For Janet
By Gark

Combatants:
Janet: 5'8", 36C-25-37, 140 lb, medium frame, muscular/athletic build, shoulder length wavy, dirty blond hair with light highlighting, and blue eyes.
Gretchen: 6'0", 38D-24-35, 165 lb, thin frame, medium build, medium length brown hair with large full curls, light brown eyes & geeky glasses.

[Told from Janet's point of view]

Prior To The Events of Furtive Fighter #5:
I sat in a quiet, out of the way corner booth at a Pandera Bread coffee shop/bakery in an outlying suburb of Atlanta on a Saturday morning, nervously awaiting Gretchen's arrival. I'd been a few minutes early, 15 minutes actually, not wanting to miss her. I was anxious to see how she really looked, talked and acted. We'd met online at Barb's voice verified female wrestling YooHoo group and had exchanged a number of emails and chats to get to this point, actually meeting to discuss wrestling each other!

I'd gotten my start at wrestling with Ginger & Rob, and had liked it so much that I wanted to find additional women to wrestle, as that's my preference. I liked wrestling Rob, and teasing the hell out of him, but I really preferred wrestling women. At least that was my assumption, as I'd only wrestled Ginger thus far. I wanted a woman I could wrestle with one-on-one, just the two of us on our own and no one else watching. Though, the exhibitionist part of me exalted in the threesome wrestling get-together's with Ginger & Rob.

I had a few pictures of Gretchen, some in street clothes and a few in her wrestling bikini. I'd given her similar pictures of myself, too. And, we'd exchanged vital statistics. Gretchen was bigger than me in both height and weight, 6'0" to my 5'8" and 165 pounds to my 140. And, if this part was to be believed, she was skinnier than me at the waist and hips, but her boobs were bigger! This I had to see for myself!!

I knew she'd had some wrestling experience with her ex-husband and the wives of some of his friends. I just hadn't been comfortable enough yet to ask about whether any of her wrestling experiences had been erotic. I planned to broach the subject this morning, though. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained' was my motto for today.

Gretchen had further to go this Atlanta morning, as the Pandera restaurant was located in Sandy Springs, just off I-285. It was about 8 miles for me to go. But at least there wouldn't be much traffic for her at 11:00 on a weekend. I house-sat a mansion in historic Roswell, just north of Atlanta, (no space alien jokes, please) for a wealthy couple who spent all of their time living in one of their other homes, currently the French Riviera villa. Gretchen lived somewhere around Decatur, to the east of Atlanta, and about 20 miles distant, but most of it would be on the Interstate. Ginger and Rob lived in Marietta, quite a bit closer, as the crow flies, but still a good half-hour drive.

I'd been daydreaming too long, as I figured she might be late. But at 10:55, I spotted a tall, thin woman with medium length brown, curly hair heading my direction, obviously having recognized me from my picture. Instantly recognizing Gretchen, I stood to greet her, and also to get a better look at her.

Gretchen wore nicely cut, form-fitting dark slacks that accentuated her narrow waist and thin hips perfectly. Her blouse was a loose fitting, frilly thing, clearly cloaking a very large pair of breasts. But it was her large, geeky glasses that threw me off. I hadn't seen those in her pictures, and they weren't flattering in the least! On the plus side, I could easily see her pretty, light brown eyes through the geek-glasses. She seemed a little awkward as she approached.

I'd worn hip-hugging designer jeans to emphasize my figure, plus a tight-fitting polo top to accentuate my boobs. But it was very clear which of us had the larger boobs, and I found it very arousing! I'd curled my dishwater blond hair for maximum waviness to look my best. I always used minimal make-up, and today was no different. I was glad to see Gretchen wore little or no make-up, too, as I felt it did more to hide a woman's beauty than enhance it.

I extended my right hand for a handshake and Gretchen took it lightly, smiling widely saying, "Hello Janet. It's nice to finally meet you!"

I smiled back, realizing I could really enjoy wrestling this woman, and replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Gretchen. I'm glad to meet you, too!" Under my breath, I muttered to myself, 'But the geek-glasses have to go.'

The handshake quickly turned into a light hug greeting, and shivers of electricity shot through my body as our breasts made light contact through our light blouses! The hug had been automatic, like we were already old friends.

Once separated, Gretchen noticed my half-spent coffee and said, "Why don't we get you a refill while I get myself one."

I was still a bit taken by the light embrace, but managed to get myself over to the refill station while Gretchen went to the main counter. In a moment, we were both seated opposite each other in the booth. Gretchen removed the geek-glasses, saying as she set them aside, "I had to get these awful things for work, and I'm all out of contacts at the moment, so here I am in my geek glasses. But I'm near sighted, so I can see fine here in the booth... or while wrestling, for that matter."

At the removal of the glasses, Gretchen's appearance improved incredibly! I was impressed. "So, what kind of work are you in that requires 'geek' glasses?" I asked, holding my breath.

"I'm a process development engineer for a local plastics extrusion company. My background is a bachelor of science degree in Chemical Engineering." Motioning towards the geek-glasses, Gretchen continued, "These are my safety glasses. I'm required to wear them at work. Ugly, aren't they?"

"Um, yes. They certainly are," I laughed. "I was hoping you didn't wear them in public."

"No way! Today was unusual because of being out of contacts. But for wrestling, I don't need glasses or contacts because it's all close-up stuff," she explained.

"That's nice," I replied, happier than I showed. I was a little intimidated at her high-level education, especially in Engineering, but she seemed nice enough, and friendly enough. I decided to test her, "So, for a geek, you seem rather well balanced socially."

Gretchen didn't even flinch, replying, "Yeah, I don't exactly fit in at work, but I manage alright. The guys have learned to treat me like one of them and they respect my expertise, so it works out pretty well. And, the salary can't be beat for just four years of college. How about you, Janet? What do you do?"

Now I was on the spot. "I work for a small company that makes granola. You've probably never heard of them... Natural Grains Granola?"

"Oh yes I have," replied Gretchen certainly. "I especially love the Cranberry-Pecan and Cherry-Vanilla varieties and snack on them all the time."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I actually was responsible for formulation and taste-testing on the Cranberry-Pecan."

"Nice, very nice," Gretchen said with an appreciative smile.

"Thanks," I replied, grateful that she appreciated my work. "But they're really high in calories. How do you stay so thin?"

"I run whenever I can, and I'm blessed with a high metabolism, I guess," she offered. "So, it must take some sort of degree to get that kind of work?" Gretchen continued.

"Yes, I've got a bachelor of arts in Food Science and Industry, so the fit is pretty good. I know I could have worked at a number of large food companies, but I didn't think I'd fit in very well in a corporate culture. I'm not that ambitious, either, so this seemed like the right fit for me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Some days I come home completely wiped out and wonder why I'm doing what I do," she sighed.

"I also 'house-sit' a mansion for an older couple who are never home. They live on the French Riviera or wherever nearly 100% of the time, so I live rent-free in this huge mansion, just for keeping an eye on the place. So, that cuts expenses a lot!"

"Yeah, I'd say so! That's a really sweet deal!" Gretchen replied.

We continued to chat for a long time, getting to know each other better and better. We were becoming fast friends, and I figured there was a good chance we'd end up wrestling in the near future. There was a warm feeling inside of me when I was near Gretchen, and I liked it!

Gretchen and I decided to take a break from talking and get a few deli sandwiches and soft drinks from the counter. Once we settled in with our food, I changed the subject to one that would be a little sensitive, but hopefully not a show stopper.

"I know you're divorced and 34 years old. I'm 27, uh and, er, uh, don't have a husband or boyfriend," I told her uncomfortably. "In fact, uh, er, I've had several girlfriends ." There I'd dropped the bomb! What would Gretchen say!?

"I kind of thought that might be the case," she said, nonplussed. "In our online chats, what you left unsaid spoke volumes about you and your orientation. But honestly, I have no prejudices whatsoever, or I probably wouldn't be here meeting you like this. Besides, I'm a little curious," she added intriguingly.

"Well, that's a relief," I sighed. "But curious in what way?" I probed.

"I've never 'been' with a woman," Gretchen replied. "And, I've always considered myself to be a heterosexual. But men can be such pigs, especially my ex-husband. So, while I enjoy having sex with men, I've always been a little 'curious' about having sex with a woman. You know, the fairer sex and all. I've come to believe it. I'm guessing women take care of each other's needs much better than a man would. Is that true?"

Gawd, what a question! And a perceptive one at that! Just what was Gretchen after? Wrestling, or sex, or both?! "Uh, in my experience, it's true. Women are much more keenly aware about taking care of each other's needs," I answered. "As far as I'm concerned, it's a fact!"

"I suspected that might be the case, but it's nice to have you confirm it," she replied.

"Yes, I am, too," I grinned. "Tell me," I asked. "What's become of your ex? Is he still in your life?"

"No, thank God! The idiot tried to blame me for us not being able to have children. When the doctor said 'low sperm motility,' I guess my ex wasn't listening. We split not long after and I assume he's trying in vane to have children with some other woman. I really don't know. But truth be told, I'm kind of relieved - I'm not that sure I want to be a mother."

"Yeah, with kids, if you're not certain, I think it's best not to at all," I said.

"So," she said, deftly changing the subject, "if I understand things correctly, you've wrestled 'erotically' with both Ginger and Rob. How does that work out?" she asked.

"If your meaning is my sexual orientation, I can tell you that I'm actually bisexual, but I definitely prefer women," I told her.

"Interesting, very interesting" Gretchen replied, hesitating in thought to consider something. "You know, I enjoyed wrestling topless with the wives of my ex's friends and erotic wrestling with my ex, but I have no erotic wrestling experience with females... not that I wouldn't try it. Like I said earlier, I consider myself heterosexual, but I'm open to new experiences and ideas..."

"That's a good start," I replied, astonished at her honesty.

"Tell me more about your experiences with 'Ginger and Rob'. Maybe you can fill in in some of the gaps from our chats," Gretchen asked.

"Sure, and then you can tell me more about about your experiences wrestling with your ex-husband and his friend's wives," I replied.

I proceeded to tell Gretchen about how I'd spied on Rob and Ginger that first time they were hide 'n seek wrestling and how 'hot' it had made me. Gretchen questioned me a lot about that and seemed genuinely interested. Then I told her about my first time wrestling at Rob's house, which had been incredible! I went on to describe our further experiences, and Gretchen asked me a lot of questions whenever hide 'n seek wrestling was mentioned. I told her I'd gotten to the point where at straight wrestling, Rob and I were near equals, but Ginger was the best. But when things turned erotic, I had a definite advantage.

Now it was Gretchen's turn to tell. "My experiences with wrestling aren't extensive, or erotic as yours, except when I was wrestling with my husband, although I can't say we actually wrestled much. Mostly it was just rolling around trying to get the other down without knowing much about wrestling holds. That was always fun, but once we'd gotten each other's clothes off, one way or another, it wasn't much about wrestling anymore. He usually just folded once my boobs came out. Although, I did rather like plopping my big boobs in his face and smothering him into submission. But more of a fight would have been much more exciting for me. He'd orgasm and then I'd be left there hot and horny and he'd just lie inert like a spent noodle - talk about frustrating!"

"Yeah, I can only imagine," I commiserated. "So, you like to use breast smothering?" I asked.

"Um hmm, it's my best move... kind of a natural considering the size of my breasts," she added.

"What's your bra size?" I asked straightway.

"Oh, uh, 38D," Gretchen replied. "Sometimes DD for a short time after my cycle. How about you?"

"I'm 36C," I replied, "and I like to breast smother, too. This could get interesting between the two of us. Tell me, when you wrestled your husband's friend's wives, were you topless? Or naked?"

Gretchen blushed a little before replying. "It was always topless, but never naked. I think my husband was too jealous to let the other men see me totally naked. Though... I'd probably have done it if he'd asked."

"So, how did you do against the women? Did you ever use a breast smother on them?" I asked curiously.

"Well, you have to understand that none of us knew much about actual wrestling," replied Gretchen. "So, it was quite natural for breast smothering to become my signature hold, pretty much my only hold, infact. The men always went wild when I'd put one of the wives down with a breast smother. None of the women was bigger than a 'B' cup, so I was unique! Like I said, I really liked plopping my big boobs onto their faces and making them give up! And the guys couldn't get enough of it. And now that we're divorced, I find myself alone and wishing for some wrestling fun! That's how I got to Barb's site on YooHoo."

"For me, I wasn't getting as much wrestling as I wanted with Ginger and Rob. I know they wrestle each other a lot in between our get-together's, so I'm looking to supplement my wrestling time with a new wrestling friend. I just need more wrestling than I'm getting. It's as simple as that," I told her.

"Sounds like we're a good fit," replied Gretchen.

"Yes, it does. I'd like to get together for a match sometime," I told her, not mincing words.

"Yeah, me too," she answered. "It'll be fun! But I'm out of town on business starting tomorrow afternoon and will be gone through next weekend on a production line start-up."

"That's too bad," I replied, disappointed we'd have to wait so long, although I'd get my wrestling 'fix' soon enough. "I'm meeting up with Ginger and Rob next weekend anyway... oil wrestling this time."

"That sounds like fun," Gretchen smiled apologetically. "After this week, I'm back in town for a good, long time. We'll have no problem getting together for a match or two. It's been so long since I've wrestled with someone that I'm really anxious to give it a try with you, Janet," she said, trying to sooth my disappointment over the delay.

"Yeah, and I want to wrestle you, too, especially someone as challenging as yourself, and especially with such a well-proportioned body. I probably have the advantage in skill and experience, but you definitely have the advantage in height and weight," I told her.

"And boobs!" Gretchen chimed in. "Mine are bigger than yours!"

"Hmmpphh!!" I replied. "That just makes them bigger targets."

"You wouldn't?!" Gretchen giggled, horselaughing and snorting in a silly sort of way. [Little did I know how often I would be hearing that giggle-horselaugh-snort.]

"I might," I threatened. "But a breast smother contest might be more fun, at least to start," I offered.

"Yes, it would," Gretchen said excitedly. "I've never had to worry about someone breast-smothering me before, and you've definitely got enough to do it! It sounds kind of exciting, actually!"

"Done!" I replied. "We'll definitely give it a try!"

"Is it okay if we wrestle at my house this first time?" asked Gretchen. "I have a large, clear area and some good quality mats."

"Sure, we can wrestle at my place the next time," I told her, already knowing we'd have many more matches ahead of us.

"Yeah, maybe even try some hide 'n seek stuff," she said.

After The Events of Furtive Fighter #5:
I pulled up in front of Gretchen's house at 5pm. It was a nice suburban-type place, way too big for one person. I assumed it was left over from the divorce, and she hadn't unloaded it yet. I guessed three-bedrooms and baths, family room dining room and living room. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Gretchen opened the door wearing a big smile and welcomed me in.

"Janet, it's so good to see you! Please come in!"

"Thank you Gretchen," I said as I stepped across the threshold. But 'uurrgghh' was all I could manage as Gretchen grabbed me in a big greeting hug. After a moment's recovery, I embraced her in return. Our breasts made contact, though still confined within thin blouses, and a jolt of electricity again shot through my body.

Finally, we let go and Gretchen shut the door behind us, saying, "Come in. I've set up an appetizer tray and some wine so we can chat a while and loosen up before the big match."

I stepped into the living room and settled on the couch in front of the appetizer tray. There were sliced cheeses and meats, crackers and mini-pickles - a simple offering, but nicely arranged. There were two

wine glasses and a nice looking White Zinfandel, though for some reason it was pinkish. I'd pretended to know something about wine that first time I wrestled with Ginger and Rob, but the truth was that I knew next to nothing about wine - the liquor store owner had picked out the wine for me. But this Zinfandel tasted real good, and that's all that really mattered, after all.

Gretchen settled in next to me on the couch about a foot apart. I knew from various readings that this was a comfortable distance for people not yet well acquainted. Once we'd wrestled a few times, the comfort level would be better and the distance would be much closer.

I grabbed some meat, cheese and crackers and set them on my little plate. There were little toothpicks, so I took one. I had no clue about the mini-pickles, though, as they didn't seem to fit in. But they looked like the really good ones from the refrigerated section of the grocery.

As I took a bite, Gretchen said, "Try this next time." She proceeded to take a slice of turkey and laid it out flat on her plate. Then she placed a slice of Swiss cheese on top of it, followed by a pickle along the edge. Then she proceeded to roll up the cheese and turkey slices around the pickle. "It's called a 'pickle in the middle'. They seem to go with anything," she added, after taking a bite from one end and a gulp of Zinfandel. "Sometimes I imagine I'm biting off my ex's penis, one chunk at a time," she giggle-horselaugh-snorted.

I laughed out loud, nearly spewing the food from my mouth at the candid remark. Normally, an odd giggle like Gretchen's might bother me, but I found it rather endearing instead. "They suddenly seem very appetizing," I replied, grabbing up my own fixings to try one myself. "Um, unusually tasty," I giggled after the first bite.

Gretchen plopped me on the shoulder with a light punch of camaraderie. "They sure are," she said. "I could eat these all day, but it wouldn't be good for my girlish figure. But you must try one with ham and American cheese. They're my favorite, but there's a few more calories to them."

"By the way," she continued, "if you're interested, after the match we could have a pizza delivered. I know this really good place nearby."

"Sure, that sounds like fun," I replied. "We'll probably be pretty hungry by then."

"We should probably go easy on the food before wrestling, anyway," she added.

We sat there and joked a lot, getting more comfortable, and a little buzzed, too. I laughed a lot while Gretchen giggle-horselaugh-snorted. We talked about anything on our minds finding much common ground, as well as some interesting differences. I could feel a close bond of friendship forming between us.

I was feeling a pretty good buzz by the time Gretchen reached over the side of the couch and pulled out her wrestling clothes. "Here's what I got for tonight," she said, first holding up a modest swim suit bottom and then a rather large, but skimpy, bikini top.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my wrestling suit. "Here's mine, I replied, holding up only a smallish bikini (not a thong) bottom. "I always wrestle topless!" I announced somewhat loud and slurred.

Gretchen took one look and tossed her bikini top across the room. "I didn't really want to wear that thing, either. I had it just in case you didn't want to go topless this first time. I like topless best, too. It makes for a more interesting contest, all that skin contact, you know."

I liked how she had said 'first time', because I was already convinced that I'd like to wrestle her often. "Good for you!" I said emphatically. "It'll be a lot more fun!"

"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking," she replied. "I mean, how could I use my signature hold on you if I had my top on?" she giggle-horselaugh-snorted.

"Um hmm," I laughed. "Me either."

Gretchen smiled. "This is gonna be interesting. How about we get the show on the road?"

I nodded my approval and we rose somewhat unsteadily to our feet. We brought our wine glasses and bottle. "Let me show you to the wrestling area," Gretchen said. "Walk this way," she snorted, gyrating her hips wildly back and forth in front of me as she led the way. "And don't forget your glass."

I played along and wagged my hips back and forth as we silly-walked over to the basement stairway. Gretchen turned round to check my silly-walk and giggle-horselaugh-snorted loudly. I was twirling my wresting suit bottom on my index finger as we walked. Once she saw me, Gretchen complied and

twirled her bottom as well. Finally, somehow, we made it down the stairs. There was a large open area with many padded exercise mats joined together to form one large mat. The floor was plush carpeted, so if we rolled off the edge of the mat, there'd be no problem. To my surprise, there were four already glowing lava lamps undulating in slow motion, one each of orange, yellow, green and blue. They were located up high on shelving, etc., well out of the wrestling area.

"Kind of a retro look with the lamps," I asked.

"Yeah, but I think they're just perfect for sexy wrestling," she giggle-snorted. "My ex didn't like lava lamps. Now that he's gone, I decided to get a few to try out tonight. This is the first time they've been used. What do you think?" she asked.

"Now that you mention it, they're a lot better than the candles Rob supplied last week," I replied.. The different colors are neat, they glow kind of weird in a good way, and they're not as problematic as candles."

Gretchen had managed to snatch up the wine bottle and her glass, in spite of the silliness, and set them off to the side of the wrestling area. Without a word, Gretchen took up position on the far side of the mat from me and started undressing. She first took off her blouse, so I took off mine. We stared at each other's partial nakedness, admiring the other's form. Then she dropped her slacks to the floor, and I did likewise. Now it was just bras and panties. Gretchen looked mighty good to me. Those smallish hips and big boobs were an unusual, but very interesting combination. My eyes never left Gretchen's body, while hers never left mine.

Then she reached behind and unhooked her bra, unloosing her large bosom for the first time. Those huge boobs tumbled out from their confinement. She had large, reddish nipples... very attractive. Her nipples were already hard. I roused from my stupor and reached behind to quickly unhook my bra. My somewhat lesser, but still large, boobs popped out. Thankfully my pink nipples were hard, too, because at this moment we were apparently having a best boobs contest. I've always been proud of my cute, perky nipples - one of my best features, I felt. Gretchen smiled approvingly, as did I of her.

Finally, Gretchen peeled off her panties, perhaps a little shyly. I saw her total nakedness and it made me very hot! She was 'unshorn' in the pubic area, so I guessed she'd not had much in the way of sexual encounters in a while. Gretchen reached down to step into her pink swimsuit bottoms and pull them up around her waist. 'What a waste,' I whispered under my breath.

Then I followed suit and slipped off my panties. Unlike Gretchen, I was freshly shorn, ready for anything , as one never knew what might happen. I hesitated long enough for Gretchen to get a good look at my full nakedness and then slipped into my purple swimsuit bottoms and pulled them up high on my waist. They were the narrow type made to ride high on the hips, while exposing the maximum amount of skin.

We were finally set. The lava-lighting was dim, but adequate, and set a very sexy mood. "Why don't we try some arm wrestling first?" Gretchen offered. "Just to break the ice, you know."

"Sure," I replied, interested in testing her upper body strength. I assumed she wanted to know the same about me.

We lay down on the mat from opposite sides so we could arm wrestle while lying down, facing each other. I made sure to plop my boobs out forwards on the mat to accentuate their size. Gretchen did the same. They were much larger than I'd realized. As if to answer my unspoken question, Gretchen said, "Just finished my period and my boobs are a bit bigger than usual."

"Great," I grinned, feigning indignance, "just great!"

We first joined right hands between us, elbows resting on the mat. "No fair if elbows come up off the mat," said Gretchen.

"Okay," I replied. "And no rolling around either," I added.

Gretchen nodded her approval. "All right then, on 'go'". She paused a moment, and then slowly said, "Three, two, one go!"

I put up my best, but after a few moments, it proved not enough. With a steady, certain movement, Gretchen put my wrist to the mat. It was clear who was the stronger, at least with right arms.

"Okay," I said, taking a large breath to accentuate my boobs and erect nipples. "You beat me fair and square, but let's try again with left arms."

"Alright, you're on," she said confidently.

I knew that my left arm was as strong as my right, which was unusual. This was a result of working with my personal trainer. We worked both sides of the body equally for balanced strength. And, I was no weakling. Gretchen had only won right armed because she was larger and in pretty good shape. But maybe I could take her left handed.

We extended left arms and soon were ready. "Three, two, one go!" said Gretchen. A startled Gretchen found her left arm on the mat almost instantly. It had been no contest. Her left arm wasn't strong whatsoever.

"Wow," winced Gretchen. "You really got me that time. Are you left handed or something?" she asked.

"No, I work out with a trainer, which keeps my side-to-side strength very balanced," I told her.

"Hey, maybe I should try that, too. I could use some help staying fit," she replied.

"I'll give you her name later," I offered as we stood up to begin. Gretchen's big boobs shuddered back and forth as she rose from the mat. The anticipation was killing me. This was going to be a very good time!!

"Just to be clear" began Gretchen, "we're having a boob smother match... best of three rounds. In other words, wrestling but with the only way of winning is forcing the other to submit to a boob smother."

"Alright! That should be really good!" I grinned widely.

"Great!" she squealed.

Gretchen sure was a giggly, happy person! Not that I didn't like it, rather it was quite endearing to be with such a happy, friendly (and uninhibited?) person!

"There's no other particular rules," Gretchen continued, "other than this will be a friendly match between friends. So, we keep the pain to a minimum and the wrestling fun to a maximum. Okay?"

"Perfect," I said.

We circled tentatively, unsure of how to make first contact. Gretchen laugh-snorted a little at our mutual awkwardness. I laughed, too, and then we began the attack. I reached for her left leg, trying to upend her. Using her height advantage, Gretchen reached over my bent form and locked her arms about my waist. Her big boobs pressed into my back as I tried to stand up, in spite of her arms being about my waist. It didn't work! I squirmed sideways and my hands made contact with the mat. My hands and feet were on the mat, but Gretchen had me by the waist, trying to turn some sort of advantage. But the strain of lifting must have been too much, so Gretchen changed tactics and forced my body fully to the mat face down.

As some of my breath was forced out, I vowed not to try a leg lift on Gretchen again anytime soon. Her height had already given her an advantage, plus her 25 lb on me crushed my boobs and belly hard into the mat as she landed on my back.

"Gotcha now," Gretchen giggle-snorted.

I'd normally have been irritated with her odd 'snort' mannerism, but it was such a part of her that I wasn't bothered at all. Why I was thinking of that instead of trying to get loose, I don't know. But I did know that I liked her!

"I'll have my boobs in your face in no time," she grunted, trying to roll me onto my back.

"Not likely," I grunted in reply.

"Mine are so big, you'll give in no time," she countered, snorting derisively.

Apparently, Gretchen liked to trash talk while she wrestled. "I'll make you lick my nipples after I smother you out," I grunted back, hoping to throw her.

"No way," she began, but I interrupted the rest of her rejoinder by reversing direction and instead of resisting, I went full force with her. I rolled onto my back and Gretchen fell into me, face-to-face, our naked boobs smacking together for the first time ever. 'Electricity' again shook through my body at the first-ever close skin-to-skin contact between us. I attempted to continue the roll and force her onto her back, but I was having a very hard time concentrating. I was already wet between my thighs, and we'd barely begun. In a few moments, Gretchen would surely notice my female scent. What then!!

I finally came to my senses and ensnared one of Gretchen's legs between mine so she'd have a harder time resisting my attempt to force her the rest of the way over and onto her back. Gretchen was definitely stronger & heavier than me, as well as taller & heavier than Rob - maybe stronger than Rob, too.

But her experience was lacking, so I forced my knee up high between her thighs. A dirty, sexy move to be sure, but that was my style, and she'd have to adapt or I'd sweep the mat with her.

"Ooooo, you sneak!" Gretchen shrieked. "That was a very 'friendly' move you made," she giggle-snorted loudly.

I smiled from my position above her. "But it worked," I countered, struggling to secure my position and go for the smother.

With Gretchen's back held firmly against the mat, I lifted my boobs off of hers for a moment, trying to scoot forward and force them onto her face. But I was caught tight! Gretchen had entwined my right leg in hers so I couldn't shift upwards on her body in the least.

"I see you haven't quite figured out that I'm very experienced at boob-smother wrestling," Gretchen snorted.

"And I can see you're not very experienced at sex wrestling," I laughed, squirming my thigh against her snatch.

"Ooooo," she squeak-snorted. "I guess not! But methinks I detect a certain scent in the 'rarefied' air. Could it be that you are even more susceptible to erotic moves?"

Thankfully, it was clear at least a little sexual excitement was acceptable on her part, as she'd taken my obvious arousal in stride. "Maybe, maybe not," I countered. "Only time will tell. But I take it you've encountered similar 'scents' before," I asked, as I tried to slide my leg free of her entwinement.

"Um hmm." she replied, struggling to hold me tight. "It was the norm whenever I wrestled any of the wives. It's pretty hard not to get all worked up with that much hot, sweaty skin rubbing and pressing together," she grunt-snorted.

The snort really was endearing. And, all the chatter, too. The matches with Rob and Ginger had been a lot less chatty. I found the change most interesting!

"But you never had anyone rub your snatch in a match before?" I asked, relenting on the smother for the moment, and shifted to pressing my boobs hard against hers and holding her firmly against the mat.

"Rub my snatch in a match?" she giggle-snorted and smiled. "Only my ex... but never by a woman," she replied, but hesitated for a moment before finishing. "But it works for me," she smile-snorted.

That was a relief to hear... and now I noticed a second female scent in the air. There was no doubt anymore that we'd have lots of fun together! But I was shaken from my reverie when Gretchen suddenly applied full force and rolled me over onto my back. All I could do was continue the roll, and I nearly got her, too. But before I could secure a new position on top, Gretchen countered and rolled back again so that I was the one on my back. In the confusion, our legs had become untangled. I quick tried to ensnare one of Gretchen's legs, but it was too late. Her legs were outside of both of mine and she now sat astride my waist. Her arms held my shoulders down, but at least my arms were free. At the moment, my arms were on her shoulders, too, trying to wrest her off of me.

"It looks bad for you, 'C-Girl'," she smile-snorted from her perch upon my waist.

"Oh, and I suppose you're 'D-girl?'" I struggled and grunted in reply, already liking the nicknames.

"I mean, if we're going to wrestle a lot, we both need monikers," she snorted.

It was a weird combination coming from Gretchen, snorting mixed with an advanced vocabulary. But it defined her personality perfectly. She was smart, but liked to have fun in any number of ways! "Monikers!?@" I laughed. "But okay, I accept, D-Girl"

"A wise choice, C-Girl," she giggle-snorted. "But you had little choice, regardless," Gretchen continued, "as I have you now!"

Before I could think of a smart-ass reply, Gretchen had swept my arms off of her shoulders and was on me with her large D-Girl boobs! I had a faceful of soft, firm boobs to deal with now! I squirmed and twisted my face back and forth trying to find a safe way to grab a gasp of air. I tried to pry her off me, but Gretchen was too strong and well positioned. I considered grabbing at her boobs, but decided against that tactic for tonight. No sense in possibly spoiling a good thing.

Soon Gretchen managed to wrap her arms behind my neck and I knew it would soon be over. I decided to take it like a woman and maybe surprise her at the same time. As her left breast slid across my mouth, I took in her nipple and sucked on it. I would run out of air soon enough, but I figured this was a good enough way to go out.

"Oooooo, you little sneak, C-Girl," Gretchen coo-snorted. "Now give up!"

I waited a few more moments and then tapped out my submission. It hadn't been much of a wrestling match, but I felt like I'd been put through the wringer. Gretchen was really strong and good with her boobs!!

Gretchen sat up right away, electing not to punish me further. She stood up and extended a hand to pull me to my feet as well. Once standing, I pulled her to me and gave her a hug. Her 4 inches of greater height was obvious, but our boobs still managed to cuddle together as I gave her a congratulatory hug.

"Nice match, D-Girl," I said. "But watch out next time. I'll have my revenge!"

"Thanks, but I think not on the revenge," she replied decisively, releasing the hug. "How about a little rest and some more wine?" she offered.

I sat back down on the mat while Gretchen fetched the wine bottle and glasses. She filled them around half full and handed one to me. "I kind of lost track of whose glass is whose," she giggle-snorted.

"At this point, I doubt if it matters," I laughed, taking one of the glasses as Gretchen sat down across from me, crossing her legs as I'd already done. "I'd be happy to host your germs anytime," I snorted, not too unlike Gretchen.

"Well, that was fun," began Gretchen.

"For you, maybe. You weren't the one being smothered out by mammoth boobs," I countered.

"Something tells me you didn't mind that much," she smile-snorted.

"Yeah, you're right. I've been smothered out by Ginger once, but this was my first time having to contend with such big boobs!" I confessed.

"Well, truth to tell, I've never been beaten in a boob-smother match, even in one round. So you needn't feel alone," Gretchen told me evenly. "No brag intended, but it's true. Maybe I should have warned you."

"No, it was better this way. I can see I've got my work cut out for me," I told her. "But I'll have you down and smothered one way or another!" I boasted as I took another big gulp of wine, suddenly very eager to get back at this large woman and have my revenge!

"Ooo, I'm so worried," giggle-snorted Gretchen in mock angst.

"I'll wipe that smile off your face with my boobs!" I threatened with a smile. "Now finish your booze and get up!" I ordered as I gulped down the last of mine.

Gretchen handed me her glass as I got up and I brought the two glasses over to the side where the wine bottle was sitting. I turned and saw Gretchen was standing there ready to go. Her large boobs swayed to and fro as she began circling on the mat across from me.

"How about we begin with a lockup?" I asked.

Not one to shy away, Gretchen replied, "Sure!"

My strategy this time was to use more wrestling moves, as I figured Gretchen was probably fairly one-dimensional in her fighting-style - boob smothering was probably about it, I hoped. I moved in close and put my right hand around the back of her neck and my left hand on her waist. Gretchen quickly followed suit. "Now, 3... 2... 1... Go!" I ordered.

We circled around the mat in that position, each trying to trip the other to gain an advantage. Finally, I smacked my chest into hers and slipped my left foot behind her right. Gretchen went down with a thud, but I managed to pry myself free and remained standing. Gretchen quickly rolled onto her stomach, assuming I'd go directly for the smother. Instead, I knelt over her shoulders & neck and then rolled to the side, pulling on her left arm.

Just like that, I'd managed to put Gretchen in a head scissors. I was really surprised, accomplishing an actual wrestling hold. Maybe Ginger and Rob were right that I'd become more of a wrestler.

"Uuurrrfff!!!" grunt-snorted Gretchen. "Where'd that come from?" she asked.

"I know a few wrestling moves, D-Girl" I replied, a large smile on my face.

"I can see that, C-Girl" she grimaced, squirming back and forth, trying to free herself.

I continued applying the head scissors, tugging on Gretchen's left arm to keep better control of her. She managed to roll onto her back, for some reason thinking it might free her. But my control never wavered, unlike her D-boobs, which quivered and quaked under the pressure.

After a time, I decided I'd weakened her enough with this hold and scrunched up closer to switch positions. Before she could do anything meaningful, I'd slipped my legs over her chest and onto her tummy. I reapplied the scissors to Gretchen's waist and squeezed hard. I didn't intend to hurt her. I wanted to weaken her resolve and then make my move.

"Uugghh! No fair using wrestling moves, C-Girl!" she grunt-laugh-snorted.

"And here I thought we were having a wrestling match, D-girl. There's more to wrestling than boobs," I told her as I squeezed her tummy in the scissors.

Gretchen tried to twist and turn, but her motions were limited, as I still controlled her left arm. Her flailing boobs caught my attention though, and I couldn't help myself. As Gretchen noticeably weakened, while maintaining control of Gretchen's arm with my left hand, I let go with my right and reached over to stroke Gretchen's right breast. I had no intention of inflicting any pain. To the contrary, I tried the opposite tactic. I rubbed and stroked Gretchen's breast softly, deftly tickling her nipple with my forefinger. After a few moments of this, Gretchen calmed noticeably, sighing softly with the contact.

I gave her a few moments of contentment and then made my whirlwind move! In a second I was on top of Gretchen with my C-boobs pressed onto her face. I rolled us onto my back, my legs still wrapped about her body but in more of a frontal assault aimed at keeping her from escaping. My arms were about her neck, keeping Gretchen's face firmly against my boobs.

I lay there on my back with Gretchen on top, completely trapped and under my control. I had her so well that she couldn't even struggle in the slightest. I felt her tongue on my right nipple and knew she was close to submitting.

A few moments later Gretchen tapped out. I'd beaten the large breasted beauty in a smother match!! I quickly released her. Gretchen lay on top of me for a few moments, catching her breath, her face resting comfortably between my C-boobs. Her warm breath washed against my left breast and my nipple hardened even more. As Gretchen finally rose, she gave my nipple a quick little suckle kiss. It felt really good.

"That was really incredible, Janet!" she said, actually using my name. "As much as I like winning with a breast smother, it felt really incredible having you beat me that way, too! And the scissors moves were brilliant... and tickling my nipple before making your finishing move. I never thought losing could be such fun!!" she grin-giggle-snorted emphatically.

I was unable to get in a word as Gretchen chortled on and on about being beaten. It was obvious she wasn't a sore loser!! Finally, I got a moment. "Well thank you Gretchen," I said. "It was my pleasure to beat you, too."

Gretchen horselaughed-snorted at that. "You can get the wine this time," she said, crossing her legs and sitting upright on the mat.

I bent over to get up, unwittingly giving Gretchen my ass as a good target. Ttthhhwwwaaaccckkk!!! I jumped, surprised and startled, my butt smarting from the wicked impact. "Aaaccckkk!!!" I squeeled, spinning on her. "You'll get yours, sister. I'm gonna tan your butt with my hand!" I threatened.

"You're welcome to try. But hey, I don't know what came over me. Your nice round ass was sitting there next to me, just begging for a big spank. I couldn't help it. Your ass called out to me, I swear it," she giggle-snorted, making sure her ass was planted firmly on the mat.

I could see the futility of trying to get my revenge on her now. I'd have my moment later and make her pay, though a different plan was forming in my mind as I turned to fetch the wine.

We sat there again on the mat, crosslegged across from each other. Gretchen was busy chatting up about actual wrestling using holds, not just rolling around until someone managed to breast smother the other. "Can you teach me some wrestling moves?" Gretchen finally asked. "I think it would add a lot to the fun.

"Sure," I replied. "You know, I used to be pretty one-dimensional, too. I concentrated on sex moves to get me by. But I found that the combination of real wrestling with a few sex moves thrown in was a lot more fun. I think you'll find it the same for you.?

"You mean the sex moves?" she kidded.

"Well, I can teach you those, too," I laughed. "But I think they come pretty naturally. I actually meant you could use boob smothering combined with wrestling moves," you turd-ball.

"Yeah, I know... just teasing. But a few sex moves added in there might be good, too. Jeez, I can't believe I just said that," Gretchen exclaimed. "I mean... ya know... I really am heterosexual... but the thought of using sex moves on you doesn't seem odd in the least."

"Yeah, I think women are built that way. I think they have an easier time messing around with someone of their own gender than men do," I told her.

"I've heard that, but I didn't really believe it until now," she said honestly. "I'm having the time of my life!"

"Me too," I replied. "You're a great wrestle-partner!" I'd intentionally said 'partner' rather than 'opponent'.

"Yep, I agree, partner," she replied.

I liked it that she'd used partner, too. It meant more to me than perhaps she realized. But we'd find out more about that, later. Noticing that our wine glasses were nearly empty, I said, "About time for round three."

"Um, hmm. We're tied at one apiece," she said reaching for my wine glass as she stood up to set them off to the side of the mat.

"What do you think?" I asked. "More breast smothering, or are you ready for something different? With more of a wrestling motif?"

"Umm, I, uh," she stammered.

"You said you wanted to learn," I countered. "There's no better way to learn than to experience it," I told her.

"Alright," she giggle-grunted. "I'm game. No time like the present."

"How about having to win by using a pin, then. I think it would be best to avoid submission wrestling for the present," I advised.

"Yeah, okay," she agreed. "That sounds fine."

"How about taking off our swimsuit bottoms? Are you game? Or maybe even a little horny," I asked, already knowing the answer from her prevalent scent.

"Uhh, umm, I'm not so sure," she replied, a conflicted look upon her face.

"Um, sure. That's fine. I certainly don't want to make you uncomfortable," I replied, putting on my best smile, hoping to hide the frown that was threatening.

She hesitated a moment more, thinking hard. "Oh gawd! What the hell!" she said. "I'm horny, you're horny. Let's get naked and wrestle," she giggle-snorted loudly. "Off with your pants quickly, before I loose my nerve," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am, D-Girl!" I cackled excitedly, quickly slipping off my bikini bottoms, revealing my neatly shaved snatch.

Gretchen was even faster, probably afraid of losing her nerve. Her brown, curly-haired snatch greeted my eyes. Soon we were standing across from each other on the mat. We moved together quickly (before Gretchen could get the jitters) and locked up as we had for the start of the second round. We tugged and pushed at each other for a few moments, but soon ended up in a clinch, and a very sexual one at that. Our boobs were pressed hard together and our arms were wrapped about each other in a bare bear hug as we half-heartedly twisted and pulled about, neither willing to release the 'death-grip' we had on each other. It just felt way too good to let go.

Soon, our legs found their way together, entwining naturally so that we could apply pressure to each other's crotch, or even make slight rubbing motions of thigh to crotch. Somehow we remained standing through all of this, getting hotter by the moment. Gretchen's chin rested on my right shoulder, but I wasn't tall enough to reach hers, so I just rested my head against the front of her shoulder as we gripped, groped and squeezed in a hot embrace. There wasn't even a hint of wrestling going on! It was a sexually defining moment for the two of us.

We lifted our heads momentarily and found ourselves eye-to-eye and skin-to-skin. The breathing was heavy on both of our parts, though there was no real physical exertion, only the soft rubbing of our bare bodies together. Sooner or later, one of us would make a move and try to sexually dominate the other.

"Um," I whispered softly to Gretchen. "We seem to have a pretty stimulating grip on each other."

"Yeah, um hmm," she sighed. "We sure do!"

"How would you like the to drop any pretext of wrestling this round and try a sex fight instead?" I asked.

"Sure," she sigh-snorted, clutching at me all the harder. "I'm game. How does it work?"

"Basically, anything goes, at least within the realm of friendly tussling. The only way to win is to make your opponent orgasm before you do. And, if you lose, it's your duty to orgasm the winner in any way they wish."

"Sounds simple enough," she giggle-snorted. "But I suppose the trick is in the doing. So, "she asked, "how experienced are you at this sort of match? Beginner, intermediate or expert?" she snorted in my ear.

"I've never done an outright sex match, though I've done matches with Rob and Ginger where orgasming your opponent is one of several ways of winning. But I've never done won where orgasming is the only way to win."

"Answer the question, " Gretchen snorted, somehow in a sexy tone. "Beginner, intermediate or expert?"

"Okay. More than a beginner, but not really an intermediate," I replied.

"I like my chances better, now," she replied. "Although the thought of going up against an expert sounds like fun, too."

"Um hmm," I answered. "I know what you mean, kind of a hot sounding idea."

"Yeah, it is," Gretchen sighed. "But I suppose we should get on with it."

"Yeah," I whispered back. "How about if I count down from three?""Um-kay," she sighed, groping the right side of my ass with her left hand.

I was pretty certain Gretchen liked my ass. It was one of my better features, though my boobs stood out, too. And I have to admit I liked her D-boobs a lot and her bafflingly thin hips incited my curiosity. But it was time to begin. "Okay, here we go," I began. "Three... two... one... GO!"

Instinctively, we sank to the mat together, landing on our knees, knowing the rest of the match would be conducted there. My right hand slipped free from its grip behind Gretchen's back and went directly to her snatch. Gretchen gasped loudly at the contact, but soon followed suit, and soon it was me that was gasping loudly. For a novice, Gretchen certainly knew her way around clit and vagina. I figured that whatever she did for me was something she liked herself, so I kept that in mind in my 'attack'.

We were simultaneously stimulating each other's snatches, right hand stroking & probing lightly on the other's soft & slippery surfaces with the left hand about the other's waist in a 'death-grip. Our heads rested upon the other's shoulder as we gasped, groped and battled. I noticed Gretchen didn't seem to be snorting any longer. She'd become quite serious about winning the sex battle.

We toppled over onto our sides, still wrapped together, massaging each other's snatch soft & slow, going for the maximum affect! I saw the strain and pleasure on Gretchen's face, trying to hold off her orgasm while trying to impose one upon me. I assumed I looked much the same to her - serious in our intention to orgasm the other.

Staring at Gretchen's face as she attacked my sexuality, plus watching her D-boobs roll and jiggle was getting to me. I felt myself slowly weakening. I had to switch tacks. I rolled Gretchen onto her back, figuring a little direct snatch on snatch action would throw her off. I spread Gretchen's legs wide and mounted her, kneeling on my left leg between her legs, and my right leg over and across her waist so we could make the most intimate of female-to-female contact. I was rewarded by the largest gasp-groan-snort I'd yet heard from Gretchen as our clits made warm, moist intimate contact for the first time. I found myself wishing Gretchen was freshly shorn like myself, but after a few moments of rubbing clits together, such thoughts were long forgotten. My hands reached for her 38D's and plied them firmly as I pummeled her snatch with mine, rubbing back and forth as well as sideways. I knew Gretchen was in 'trouble', but her excitement was contagious! I really didn't know what to do. We were locked in a sympathetic competition. The more one did to the other, the more that they did to themselves, too. It was like a catch-22 situation - there was no obvious way to win without significant risk to one's self!

With great regret, I decided to switch tactics once more. I slipped forward onto Gretchen's body, straddling her waist. I reached behind to grope Gretchen's snatch some more with my fingertips. But I had forgotten about Gretchen and her two free hands! One hand went straight for my left boob while the other rubbed my snatch rhythmically. My free hand went for her right boob and rubbed it firmly, while I concentrated on her clit with my other hand. It was a strange battle and reasonably equal, despite my position on top. I couldn't free myself! It just felt too good! But from the sounds coming from Gretchen's mouth, I don't think she wanted loose, either! I decided that in this type of fight, position didn't really count for much.

After what seemed like forever, I managed to slip forward on Gretchen's body so I could rub my snatch on Gretchen's boobs. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles, and I wanted to feel them on my clit! I managed to make good contact for a few moments, but I guess Gretchen felt neglected and rolled me over. She landed on top of me and our legs entwined immediately. She was rubbing my crotch with her thigh while I was doing the same to her. But in this case, position did make a difference, and Gretchen had the weight and leverage to deliver stronger strokes with her thigh than could I.

"I think you've had it, D-girl," Gretchen sighed. "Just let it happen... You know you want it..."

Hearing her say that nearly finished me. I could barely hold out any longer. I had to endure, but how? Gretchen's D-boobs danced excitedly in front of my face. All I could do was grab onto them and stroke her nipples with my fingertips. But then inspiration struck! I couldn't reach her snatch, other than with my thigh, which had proven less than effective. Or I could work with what was close at hand! I raised my head and began licking, suckling and teasing Gretchen's rock-hard nipples with the tip of my tongue. I had no idea whether her nipples were 'sensitive' or not, so I hoped for the best.

I was quickly rewarded by a cooing sound from Gretchen's lips and her thigh movement slowed noticeably on my snatch. I was back in the match!

After a few moments of 'nippling', I decided it was time to act. I rolled Gretchen off me and soon we were on our sides. Gretchen quickly went for my nipples with her mouth, effectively cutting me off from getting at her nipples. Our forefingers quickly found each others snatch and went to work again. This contest couldn't possibly last much longer. I was ready to explode! Gretchen had to be in the same straits, too! It couldn't be long, now, and Gretchen had the advantage, plying my clit while suckling my very sensitive, easy to stimulate, rock-hard nipples! I had to act!!

And then I remembered how Rob had gotten to me in our last match. If I could do the same to Gretchen, she'd never know what hit her!! I reached for Gretchen's chin and gently forced her lips from my right nipple and tilted her face upwards towards mine. I planted a full kiss on her lips and held firm! Gretchen's eyes went wide for a moment, and then closed with a pleasurable look on her face. It must have been a heck of a surprise for her to be kissed by another woman, but obviously not a bad surprise, as I rolled her onto her back and held her down, breasts-to-breasts and lips-to-lips. I kissed her firmly and then teased and nibbled at her lower lip while my fingertips toyed with her clit. It only took a few moments before Gretchen was wailing and squealing in wild orgasm, all the while somehow still lip-locked with me. The kiss-pin had done its job!!

To her credit, a few short moments later, Gretchen managed to roll me over onto my back and she repeated the maneuver on me, our mouths never parting but for an instant as she teased my lips with hers. Her large breasts kept my breasts firmly in place beneath. Her fingertips expertly plied my clit and probed my vagina lightly. Where had she learned that, never having been with a woman before?? Suddenly I was squealing and squirming, my legs writhing around as if in agony. But there was no escaping the ecstasy of the situation!! I came like a wild animal!! I wanted to roar like a grizzly bear, so I did!! I'd never come like that in my entire life!! And with my background, that was quite a statement to make!!

"Thanks," I managed to squeak some time later. "I've never, ever been done that intensely!! For real..."

"You're welcome," Gretchen sigh-snorted. "I've never been done like that either, not even close!! I guess women really do know what women want!" she giggle-snorted softly, caressing my right breast with her hand.

I returned the favor, caressing her right breast while we kissed softly, lying on our sides on the mat. We snuggled and and kissed for a while, before I remembered something Gretchen should know. "If you ever sex-wrestle with Rob, you'd best not to underestimate him. He knows what a woman wants, too! Very unusual in a male. And Ginger, as well!"

"Umkay," sighed Gretchen. "But do you think that might happen? I'd be happy just wrestling with you, but a group sounds fun, too."

"I want us to wrestle a lot on our own, too. But once in a while with Ginger & Rob might be fun. I'm sure they'd like another 'member', so to speak. But just to be sure, I'll ask next week when we get together."

"Sure, but if you could, I'd feel better getting to know them some before wrestling. Maybe a little socializing first, like snacks or a cookout? And definitely some booze to help lower my inhibitions."

"You got it. I'll ask," I told her, already knowing their answer. But it never hurt to ask first and presume nothing.

"And," Gretchen giggle-snorted, "after seeing how handily you controlled me in round two, I want to learn some real wrestling moves. Do you think you could help?"

"Sure. I can share my secret weapon with you. Ginger and Rob don't even know, but I found a 'how to' wrestling book on-line at one of the wrestling sites. It's called 'Girls Can Wrestle, Too', and it's full of useful stuff. I'd be glad to share it with you."

"Jeez," snorted Gretchen, "that sounds like a Godsend. I'd love to see it! Maybe we could even practice some before our next match?"

"Sure. I could come over on a few weeknights or so and we could go through the book and practice on each other. That's been the hardest part of learning for me, not having someone to practice with."

"You got it," Gretchen grinned. Then she paused pensively before continuing. "Hey Janet," she asked, nuzzling my left nipple briefly with her tongue. "Uh, I liked what we did... I liked it a lot! But what am I now! I mean... I thought I was definitely a heterosexual, but I clearly liked what we did!!"

"Yeah, I gathered that," I giggled softly, kissing her nipples lightly. "But wrestling is different. In a close-up competition like that, anything can happen, and I do mean anything . I figure that as long as a person is comfortable with something, then it's alright. And, I do think you are heterosexual, but like we were talking before, it's natural for women to enjoy each other's 'company' a lot easier than for men. I wouldn't worry about the hetero, bi, or homosexual thing if I were you. If it feels good, just do it!!"

"Yeah, I guess so, Janet" Gretchen replied thoughtfully, not a snort in sight. "I just never thought I'd ever find myself in this situation... or that I'd like it so much! And I'm looking forward so much to a rematch... and even learning some actual wrestling moves."

I noticed Gretchen no longer called me C-girl, I dazed. I guess that name was only for wrestling. It was fun that way and made sense, too. Snapping out of it, I replied, "Sure, you're on!"

"Can we try the hide 'n seek wrestling thing at your place?" she asked.

"For sure, that'd be fun!! How about two weeks from now. We can have some drinks & snacks while we wait for nightfall. Spend the night if you want..." I asked tentatively.

"Hmm, something to think about, I'll let you know. But now that you mention it, I should order the pizza delivery from Johnny's. There's one close by" she said, getting to her feet.

"Hey, that's my favorite place!" I cried, hiding my true intention. As her rear end swung around towards me, I gave her naked ass a major swat!

"Owww," she cried. "But I guess I deserved that," she added good-naturedly. "I have the feeling we haven't seen the end of this spanking thing. Now, you won tonight, so you get to choose the toppings," she said, dialing the number from her speed dial. "What'll it be?"

It was smart of Gretchen to not give me a chance to hem and haw. "Ham and green peppers," I replied quickly.

"Good choice," she said, and then handled the pizza details with Johnny's.

After hanging up, Gretchen flipped off the lava lamps. We moved upstairs to the main floor, grabbing the wine bottle but ignoring our clothing. Gretchen certainly wasn't shy any more!!

Gretchen showed me around the house, grabbing a robe from her bedroom. For future reference, I noted that it was a king bed - just right for battling!

We returned to the 'family' room and I sat down on the couch. Gretchen put on some soft music from her high-tech music system. "I have about five-hundred CD's in my computer. This little 'Squeezebox' thing here is networked to the PC and then connected to my stereo system. I can call up any of my hundreds of CD's easily and almost instantaneously with the remote."

I proceeded to watch her bring up a Joni Mitchell playlist, one of my favorite artists. As 'For Free' began to play, the doorbell rang. Gretchen pulled on the robe, grabbed her purse and answered the door. Still naked beneath the robe, Gretchen paid the driver and returned, dropping the robe after setting the pizza on a nearby coffee table. At least I'd been out of sight of the door, so the driver remained oblivious to our nakedness. Gretchen sat on the floor near the coffee table her legs crossed in front of her, oblivious of the view she was giving me - definitely shy no longer!

I slipped down to the floor and crossed my legs in front of me, too, facing Gretchen and giving her an identical view of myself. As it turned out, I think we barely noticed each other's nakedness. We ate, drank and talked until the wee hours of the morning. It seemed incredible how similar were our tastes in music, television, art and travel. An incredible friendship had begun...

The End