Karen vs Missy: The Friendly Competition by Karo at [email protected]

I always enjoyed physical contact. When I was little I was told I loved
being hugged and carried around rather then sitting in a stroller. All through
when I was growing up, I was basically a Tomboy Playing football with some of
the boys I knew, rough housing in the pool when I swam and wrestling. I loove to
wrestle!

For some reason I loved doing it all the time. Boys girls, didn't matter. I
think I just liked testing myself against other people. it wasn't just a
physical thing for me, more then it was spiritual. Primal in a sense, weather it
was aggressive against someone I didn't like or more friendly with a boy I did.
I just felt the need to be in close body contact. My surrogate dad was a
great teacher at it to, even when he first started with me he would teach me
balance, holds to use and how to escape them when I got caught in them. Fair or
otherwise. Came in handy when I wrestled some of the boys who didn't think I was
as strong as they were. Or the fantastic sounds my scissor holds would have
them make if they let my legs get to them!

I always had strong legs, From doing so much gymnastics growing up all
through even when I got into highschool. I'll love the sport forever just because
of the sheer physical discipline it took to do the tricks you had to
accomplish on all of the apparatus all the time. Thousands of hours of drills,
push-ups, sit-ups, power moves. It just turns a body into a piece of supple iron
eventually. So naturally my legs turned out to be my strongest feature on my body.
But the sport has a toll it takes and eventually I and to quit it before my
joints did, and took up swimming.

Swimming was a great transition for me. I was built for it with all the
strength and flexibility I built up over the years from gymnastics. It was a great
sport for me that I loved to do. All that water, it was almost like flying
when I swam. But it didn't come without other perks tho. I got to meet new and
varied people while there, one of which was Melissa.

Missy was almost exactly my same size and build type. The girl seemed to be
born in the water, and held all the school records and even beat the guys at
sprints. Her legs were strong and her shoulder and back muscles were amazing
for a swimmer. And the girl loved to do some crazy things she was one of those
girls that Mom would have told you about. She was wild and very free spirited.
She loved to try anything new or different.

One day we were over my best friend and next door neibor's house John for a
little get together. John was one of my closest friends growing up. We even
dated a few times when we were younger, but I my Mom told me at the time I was
too young for him, (Me being 16 and he being 18) so we broke it off, but
stayed close friends. After a while of small talk we went to John's backyard and
tot he in ground pool for some swimming.

He was astonished how fast both me and Missy were over him, killing him is
small races we had and how fast we moved during Marco polo. Eventually we got
to wrestling with him a little in the pool and John pointed out to Missy that
I loved to wrestle all the time. Telling Missy that I was the strongest girl
he's ever had the pleasure to getting pinned by. When Missy comment that she
like d to wrestle too. John, in his infinite devious wisdom, started goading
her into wrestling with me on the lawn. Saying we were pretty much the same size
and build, it would be an interesting match. That and he'd like to see me
lose just to knock me down a peg or two to get my juices going towards doing this
as well. Missy on the other hand didn't take much pressuring to do it, being
a wild child with a competitive streak in her.

After some more small talk we eventually built up the courage to do a match
on the back lawn. Setting up some simple rules of no hitting of any kind, or
stuff that would make one of us go to the hospital. We were already wrestling
wet being just out of the pool so holds at first were going be hard. We agreed
to wrestling for pins and submissions, best of five.

Like I said before me and Missy were similar athletic builds, both of us
stood 5' 5" with me being heavier at 155, and Missy at 145. Both of us had the
same strong bodied features you'd see on 18 year old athletes. (think Shawn
Johnson with a little less arm muscle) Missy was a Brunette, where I was a
natural Blonde (cliche I know but that's what we were) Usually I like to wrestle in
something a little more modest like one piece suits, but since it was more of
a tanning day both me and Missy sported Bikini's. Hers being bright red, mine
bright canary yellow.

First fall started slow, with us circling for almost a minute, grinning
with a giggle or two escaping our heads as we tried to get grips with the each
other's tanning oil and water covered bodies. Finally I managed to find a sure
foot hold on the grass and shoot in, looping my arm around missy's head for a
headlock. She Immediately groaned as her smile disappeared. Her hand first
went from around my back to working on the lock as we slowly walked around on the
lawn. After a minute I was able to slowly force her down to the grass, still
holding the headlock. Eventually forcing her to her back with it.

Missy was panting now, and grunting. her legs kicked in the air and slammed
back down on the grass as I tightened the hold on her head. Not sure what to
do but keep working my fingers which I felt were losing their hold.
"You give?" I asked, with a 'not yet' coming from just under my chest.

Moving with some speed I released the headlock and rolled my body to face
hers, laying in sort of a cross position on top of her. Missy bridged a bit as
I rode atop her chest like this for a few minutes, as I tried to pin her left
arm with hands and her right one with my legs. She struggled mightily now
underneath me, bridging her powerful legs and squirming with her upper body. Both
now straining with one another, it felt like I was riding a bronco. But
slowly after a few more minutes of us both grunting. I was finally able to pin her
down for what John made a five count pin.

I rolled off of her and John said we should take a two minute break before
the next fall.
"God Missy you're strong." I said through breaths.
" So are you, where did you learn to wrestle from?"
" Mainly from wrestling with me step-dad, and I always had a love for it, so
I picked up a few things here and there. You're pretty good too, I had a hell
of a time trying to pin you"
" Well we're pretty strong and I have a lot of willpower. And the water and
oil can't be helping much" she responded. "ready to go again?" she added.
" Yep" was all I said as we both climbed to our feet.

Both of us were in competition mode now, which meant from here on out Missy
was going to be harder to keep down. A fact that came true to saying when she
decided to come straight in to me. We clashed and grappled with one another
strong bodies on the grass now. Our bodies moving quickly as we wrestled one
another with our arms and tried to trip one another with our legs below. The
match was definitely getting more spirited as we finally got one another in a
mutual bearhug and started squeezing. Groans and squeals came out of us both in
long jolts as we pressed our upper bodies together. I could hear the swish of
our swimsuit tops as they slowly rubbed and compressed our chests into one
another's. I really thought John was gonna get a show out of this with one or both
of us ending up topless. But to my surprise and his denial they stayed in
place around our mutual c-cups.

For what seemed like forever we squeezed one another our arms now popping
with muscle, while our legs coiled below again trying to trip one or the other
to our backs. Finally Missy lurched forward while lacing her right leg with my
left, sending us both towards the ground with a loud and wet smack. As we
landed the force of her squeezing and the impact of her body into mine sent a
wave of air out of me, stunning me instantly. With the combined force of the
impact, her being on top now and squeezing me unmercifully, I finally wheezed out
my submission.

We laid there for atleast half a minute before Missy had the strength to
slide off of me to the side and roll to her back. Both us were breathing heavily
now and the water on us now drying was starting to get replaced with sweat.
After a few minutes we both stood up on the grass and faced one another,
crouched and ready for round three.

Slowly we came together, this time our hands met one another and we laced
our fingers in mutual understanding. Both of us were strong girls. So now with
us getting a little competitive and a little catty, it was only natural that
we wanted to see who was the stronger of the two of us. slowly we started
pressuring one another's arms as we braced out feet into the grass for support
Small grunts turned into bigger groans as we pressed, our muscles popping
out in exertion. Each of us had a determined look in our eyes as we stared at
one another, with a grimace of concentrated pain showing that we were both
going for broke in this third, pivotal fall. Missy was a very good match for me. I
felt it marquee in my head as we strained together. Slowly our arms were
starting to tire, and we started asking the other if she gave yet? both us getting
a negative reply followed by a short surge of strength.

The battle slowly ground our bodies down. At first we stood defiantly with
one another, both erect in the proper strength test stance. But as time wore
on our arms started to drop, and shake, then our proud, evermore contorting
bodies came closer until we slowly pressed our chests into one another's again.
Legs started to churn in the grass now as we slowly started moving about the
grass squealing in pain and groaning in exertion. Struggling wildly I started
to feel both of us slowly descend to the grass until finally we kneeled with
one another.

Both of us were now perspiring freely making us glisten in the sun again as
we strained. I pushed, Missy pushed back, both of us coming to near
exhaustion as we now had our heads firmly planted on one another shoulders. Breathing
heavy grunts and whispered demands of one another's submissions into each
other's ears. After a nearly ten minute struggle of powerhouses my size was finally
the telling mark. Slowly but surely I started to feel Missy go back and
downwards. Cries of anguish were heard coming from her as I slowly pushed her
backwards until finally her head reared back as she cried her submission. Both us
immediately let go of one another's hands and fell to our backs.

Both of us wanted to wait a little longer after that, we both laid flat
looking up at the sky. While we massaged our arms trying to get the strange
feeling like someone punched them about a hundred times out of them. John went into
the house and came back with water bottles, and I downed my hungrily. I never
knew til then just how good water tasted!

John suggested that we were using our arm muscles a lot but not our legs
so much. Since we were both pretty retired in the upper bodies, a duel of legs
might be in order for the next fall. At first we were going to try leg
wrestling, but missy pointed out that just like the fingerlock contest my size and
added weight might turn her making it a slightly unfair strength test in my
favor. So I suggested a scissor contest.
I explained what was entailed, both of us would lay on our sides to start,
69 position. With each one of us having the others legs wrapped around the
others head. John would be the impartial 'Go' man signaling when we should start
squeezing. The looser would be the girl who couldn't take the pressure
anymore. Missy got excited, as her legs were definitely her strongest asset on her
body, as were mine. And I knew both of us had high pain thresholds, so this
would be a really good challenge for both of us to see who could out last who.

After a few more minutes rest, and another bottle of water. Me and Missy
lined up on one another. Laying on our sides we slowly skittered together until
our torso's were pressed together, while slowly coiling our thighs around each
other's heads. When we were finally got locked in I snaked my arms around her
middle as she did the same. Missy's glute muscles pulsed with power as did her
thighs. This was definitely going to be a tough test for me and my proud legs
to overcome. John asked us both if we were set and after both said yes, he
stalled a few seconds, the said 'GO!'

Immediately I felt and saw Missy's body tighten up ands start squeezing me,
Holy cow was she strong! Not only was she tightening up her legs, I could
feel her whole body go ridged, from her arms to her calves to her stomach as we
both started pressuring one another. I squeezed, she squeezed. both of us
fighting like two pythons struggling for survival. Soon we started groaning as I
felt her hands rove over my body occasionally squeezing some part of it as I did
the same to her
As the fight wore on we started rolling trying to keep a top position (no
one said we had to stay still) So first I was on top, then Missy slowly rolled
over to the top position. Every time one of us was on top we'd give a might
squeeze and say "Give yet?", with a small 'no' barely audible through our
opponents legs. slowly our groans came to loud squeals as our bodies squirmed more
violently with one another in pain and determination. I knew we both had high
endurance topped pain thresholds. I never thought we would struggle in that
hold for as long as we did. Our rolling became faster and more erratic, but
eventually I started taking the top position more then she would. Both of our legs
squeezing unmercifully causing the other to groan and squeal loudly as we did.

At the ten minute mark we started to slow down, both of us finally
starting to tire from the duel. I was amazed neither of us cramped up from this by
now, but we were still there slugging away. Finally I was able to get to the
top position and hold her here. Slowly squeezing back and forth we both made
one final full on squeeze. My head was on fire and I was seeing stars when I
finally herd my opponent scream out her submission. It was an amazing sound. I
almost thought I was in the womb again. Because when I heard it, it was so
muffled, and clear at the same time. Like when you were a kid and went under water
and screamed! I was ecstatic as we slithered our bodies from one another's and
I slid off of her to my back again. My hair was a total mess, matted to and
around my face, but I was happy. Slowly we got up. Gave each other a hug and
said good match.

We sat and talked while John did some serious massage therapy on each of
us. I learned a few things from Missy as we talked, 1) she wanted a rematch from
me. Which I readily accepted from her to do.... Just not today, or the rest
of the week for that matter. And 2) she knew some friends that she clubs with
that she'd like to see me try to take try to take a peg down with what I knew.
I asked what kind of clubs and she just said 'private one's. I'm not sure what
that meant, but I trusted Missy and agreed to go with her one night to see
who she was talking about.

As it got late we all said our good-byes I saw Missy slip John her number
as she left. I smiled and finally walked back home to my room for some much
needed rest and contemplation. I had really enjoyed that with Missy, but I wasn't
really sure in what way. I loved the competition, but it was different then
any other I had done before. No screaming people in bleachers, no coaches to
impress. Just two people trying to see who was the better person in an honest
struggle to win. It was spiritual for me, enlightening, and I've looked at
wrestling as nothing but that. A spiritual experience between two people, with some
grunting and groaning along the way. Doesn't matter what kind of wrestling
you're into I guess, it's all about just idea that we do it, with a win of some
sort being the extra party at the end of it! :)

Thus ends my first story about this lil hobby of mine. Hope you had as much
fun reading as I did making it happen!