The First Time
By Damon

“I’ll beat I could beat you, El.”

The words, unexpected as they were, caused Ellen to look up from her computer screen.

“Excuse me?”

The attractive fitness trainer, a pretty blonde in her mid-30s, was incredulous. She looked up at her thirty-something friend, Cynthia, as the brunette leaned cross-armed over the top of Ellen’s monitor.

“I’m just saying I think I could beat you if we wrestled, that’s all,” she added.

That proclamation was punctuated by a grin that showcased two rows of perfect white teeth below two beautiful brown eyes and a mop of dark-brown, almost black hair that nearly touched Cynthia’s shoulders.

Ellen returned the grin as she leaned back in her chair. A pair of perfectly-shaped thirty-six-inch breasts pressed up inside her white t-shirt ringed with red loops at the edges of the sleeves and neck. A pair of red nylon wind pants ensconced her toned and athletic legs, and ended at the ankle above her low-cut white socks and white running shoes.

“Oh, really now?” said the blonde, folding her arms behind her head, extending her ample chest.

Cynthia stepped out from behind the monitor to the edge of the front counter. The fitness center had closed for the night and the two women were alone. Cynt hia rested one hand on her hip, and stretched her other arm across the counter as she looked back at Ellen. The brunette stood about five-foot-five, the same height as her friend, and had a luscious body that was more than a match for the blonde’s, with full breasts and athletic legs, even if they weren’t readily apparent beneath her blue wind jacket and matching pants.

The two women participated in a number of team sports together throughout the year, in addition to their fitness center duties as personal trainers. Once in a while they tried something new, and both had been captivated after watching a female wrestling match at a local college the week before. It was an amateur match, with the participants adorned in the customary headgear, singlet and wrestling shoes; but the sight of two attractive young female athletes testing themselves physically against one another had proved enticing,

The two contestants went back and forth for two full rounds until one girl wrapped up the other and squeezed her into submission. She then pinned her helpless opponent to the mat by the shoulders as the good-sized crowd roared their approval from the bleachers of the small gymnasium.

Ever since then both Ellen and Cynthia had jokingly suggested wrestling one another, even if neither woman had had any prior experience. Ellen had finally been content to leave it at that, just friendly verbal sparring; but the more she thought about it, the more Cyn thia had wanted to actually give it a go. Today she fully broached the possibility, bringing it up a time or two during the afternoon before she finally issued her semi-challenge moments before.

“How about tomorrow night?” said Cynthia. “I know you’re off, but I’m locking up again and we’d be all alone. Just come by and we’ll face off in the yoga room in back.”

“Tomorrow?” replied Ellen. “We don’t even have headgear or anything yet.”

“I was thinking of something else,” said the brunette. “More along the lines of stuff we already have.”

“Like what?” answered Ellen, now leaning forward with interest.

Cynthia smiled wide.

“Bikinis should suffice,” said the brunette, who very much liked the way she looked in swimwear. She had expertly fashioned and maintained a beach-ready body throughout her fitness career, and now she looked forward to showing it off in personal combat.

“Nice,” smiled Ellen, who also looked terrific in two-piece swimwear and also enjoyed showing off her abundant assets. “But I still don’t have shoes, and I’m not crazy about you stepping on my head, Cyn.”

“We’ll go barefoot,” said Cynthia. “Just like a day at the beach - except I’ll be pinning=2 0you underneath me when all is said and done.”

Ellen laughed out loud, her left eye crinkling slightly as it always did when she was highly amused.

“Oh, really now?” she chuckled. “I’m thinking I’ll be the one squeezing you silly like that poor girl we saw last week.”

Cynthia smiled again, still very much pleased that her challenge had been accepted.

“You’ll get your chance tomorrow, blondie,” said the brunette as she began to walk towards the back of the center to start cleaning up. “Don’t forget your swimsuit.”

Ellen watched her friend until she disappeared, then she stared straight ahead. The blonde kicked off with one foot and spun around slowly in her four-wheeled chair, musing on the entire matter. Anxiety mingled with anticipation welled up within her and she smiled, derisive yet confident.

Tomorrow evening wouldn’t get here fast enough.

The clock finally struck seven on Saturday as Ellen walked through the door, duffle bag slung over her shoulder, just as Cynthia came forward with keys in hand. The brunette smiled.

“I almost didn’t think you were going to show, El,” she said.

“You wished for it, I’m sure,” smiled back the blonde.

Cynthia smirked as she walked past the other woman,=2 0locked the front door, and then walked after her friend who already started towards the back of the center. The brunette walked after Ellen and into the small locker room at the very edge of the building where she entered the first bank of lockers.
Cynthia stopped in front of her personal locker and spun the embedded combination lock left, right and left again until the gray steel door unlocked with a metallic clang. Ellen walked to the row of lockers situated on the other side and did likewise, and soon both thirty-something beauties were stripped to the skin as they prepared to don their wrestling attire.

Ellen emerged first and soon stood on the far side of the alternating gold-and-blue padded bars of the yoga mat that nearly stretched to all four walls of the room. A half-minute later and Cynthia emerged from the locker room, the brunette’s curves ensconced in a dark-blue string bikini that swelled gracefully both in front and back. She took up her place at the near edge of the mat and stared across at Ellen. The blonde was adorned much as her friend was, but in a bright red model, strings situated at each shapely hip as well as in back of her slightly-undersized top with its twin-triangular front. Both women looked as physically perfect as could be.

“So how do you want to do this?” interjected Ellen at last.

“What do you mean?” asked Cynthia.

“I me an, is this just going to be a competitive match where we try to pin each other, or something more?”

Cynthia smiled wickedly as anticipation flooded within her.

“Or is this going to be a knock-down, drag-out, no holds barred fight to the finish?” replied the brunette. “Is that what you’re asking?”

“Pretty much,” said the blonde, “but let’s not forget we both have to come back to work here. So how about no punching, kicking, biting or gouging allowed?”

“Sounds good,” retaliated the brunette, her grin widening again. “No using clothing or anything else as weapons, either, although that still leaves a lot of things I can do to you.”

“You wish,” smiled Ellen in turn, before both her face and tone of voice grew serious. “Ready?”

“You know it,” said Cynthia, whose smile had now also been replaced by determination. “Let’s do this.”

The bantering ended and the stalking began as the two bikinied beauties crouched slightly forward and, with hands upraised, began to move slowly towards the center of the mat and each other.
Seconds later and the fight finally began as the two opponents crossed the small space in front of them and grappled woman-to-woman, locking their fingers together in a test of thirty-something strength. Bare fe et shuffled and slid across the vinyl surface of the mat as the two athletic women strained against one another, the air around them punctuated by grunts and groans as neither could gain the initial advantage.

After a minute or so of stalemate, Cynthia twisted free of Ellen’s fingers and the two opponents squared off again. The brunette then took control of the fight as she reached out with both hands, to seize her friend by the face with one and to plant the other one atop her opponent’s head. She then began twisting Ellen's head and neck back and forth, none too gently, as Ellen groaned in pain. Cynthia smiled as Ellen gripped the brunette’s wrists and tried to get loose, but the dark-haired beauty simply hung on and kept twisting left and right.

Ellen ran her hands up and down Cynthia’s arms, trying to find the best position to break the brunette’s grip even as the terrible strain on her head and neck continued. Pulling herself in close to her tormentor, the blonde then turned slightly sideways and rammed an elbow into Cynthia’s trim but unprotected gut.

“Unnhhh!” mouthed Cynthia, in shock and surprise.

The brunette gasped in pain as her victim tore free of her tormentor and then went on the offensive as the two beauties began to trade blows and holds.

Ellen reached out and pulled Cynthia’s dark hair with both hands, but Cynthia rammed th e heel of one hand up under Ellen’s chin to make her let go. Cynthia then looped her arm around Ellen’s neck from behind and tried to choke her out, only to take another elbow to the stomach. Ellen reached up and over to grab Cynthia by the back of the head with both hands, and then the blonde bent low as she pulled forwards with all her might, sending the brunette flying head over heels before she crashed down onto her back.

Cynthia recovered quickly and managed to kick Ellen’s legs out from under her, only to feel those legs sliding about her waist seconds later and squeezing her senseless as Ellen began to scissor her opponent, the blonde locking the ankles of her bare feet together to increase the pressure. Cynthia lashed out and managed to undo the blonde’s top in one deft motion, freeing up that pair of perfect breasts; but a surprised Ellen did the same and unleashed the brunette’s abundant breasts from captivity with a pinch of her fingers and a flick of her wrist. Cynthia then twisted Ellen’s toes painfully to break the blonde’s scissors, and both battlers soon regained their feet and faced off once more.
They came together in a clench, but neither woman was able to do anything except undo her opponent’s bikini bottom.

They pushed away from each other and stood just a few feet apart, both beauties now completely nude, before Ellen took the initiative. She quickly latched on to Cynth ia's firm breasts, one in each hand, and started squeezing them like ripe melons, much to Cynthia's torment.

She pushed at Ellen’s chin with one hand and locked onto a wrist with the other, trying to get loose; but still she looked down to see Ellen’s fingers sinking into her chest, the blonde’s hands cruelly twisting Cynthia’s firm mounds left and right as the brunette cried out.

“Hurts, huh?” chided Ellen, satisfied with her counterattack against her friend as she squeezed even harder with both hands.

As it was, Cynthia was about to turn the tables on her opponent once again. Clamping down painfully on Ellen's wrists with each hand, Cynthia pried Ellen's fingers loose from her breasts, and then twisted Ellen's arms painfully behind her back as the blonde herself began to cry out. In a flash, Cynthia released Ellen’s wrists and then quickly wrapped her own arms about Ellen's equally-busty upper body, the brunette pinning the blonde’s slender arms to her sides. Her hold established, Cynthia then lifted Ellen off the floor as she began squeezing her adversary lifeless in a powerful bear hug.

“Agghhh!” cried Ellen as she suddenly found herself on the short end of the struggle once more.

Ellen writhed in Cynthia's crushing grasp, Cynthia contracting her arms every so often in a malevolent squeeze as Ellen moaned out loud at the unbelievable pressure,20her bare feet flailing and dangling uselessly above the bi-colored mat.

“Got you now!” crowed Cindy.

The struggle went on for a few more minutes, as Cynthia continued to squeeze Ellen with all her strength. Effort was etched across Cynthia’s pretty face, her teeth clenched in determination, and finally Ellen just hung there limply in mid-air moments before Cynthia dropped her unceremoniously to the floor.

Wasting no time, Cynthia quickly stretched Ellen out on her back and then lay directly on top of her rival. She placed her hands on the back of Ellen's head and then Cynthia stuffed her soft, round breasts into Ellen's pretty face and started to smother her. Ellen's nose and eyes were the only parts of her face visible as Cynthia ground away, even as the blonde squeezed her hands about the sides of Cynthia’s mounds and tried to push them away. Escape proved to be impossible, however, until Ellen finally reached up and jammed her index fingers into both sides of Cynthia’s mouth and pulled hard.

The brunette gave a slight shriek as she felt her mouth being yanked apart, and she reared up slightly as she grabbed Ellen’s wrists, giving the blonde a chance to push her face free of the brunette’s smothering breasts and gasp in some air. Her ordeal wasn’t over, though, for as Ellen tried to wriggle out from underneath her opponent, Cynthia suddenly sat up on the blonde s stomach and then fastened her hands around Ellen’s neck and began squeezing.

Ellen cemented her own hands around Cynthia’s wrists and tried to pull the brunette’s hands off of her throat, but Cynthia continued to straddle her foe and strangle her, thumbs deftly massaging Ellen’s windpipe.

“Sorry, El, but I‘m not losing this bout,” promised the brunette. “Told you there were a lot of other things I could do to you!”

Ellen’s eyes were now shut tight as she gasped and coughed, and she tugged at Cynthia’s wrists in vain. Cynthia’s eyes were also closed, but in resolve, and her effort was further demonstrated by her clenched white teeth as she strangled Ellen into submission, hands tightening about the blonde’s throat.

“Just another minute or two,” said Cynthia quietly, more to herself than to Ellen, as the brunette urged herself on. But the blonde had heard enough.

Ellen released her grip and then brought her clenched fists down hard on the inside of Cynthia’s arms, right in front of the elbow joint. Cynthia cried out and softened her grip slightly, and then cried out twice more as Ellen repeated the move two more times. The blows weakened Cynthia’s grasp, long enough for Ellen to finally wrench those gripping hands free of her agonized neck. Inhaling deeply, she then grabbed Cynthia by the face with both hands and threw her sideways, sending both women tumbling onto their sides.

“You’ll pay for that, Cyn,” growled the blonde menacingly. “That’s a promise!”

Ellen then got on top of Cynthia and straddled her waist before the blonde bent over and wrapped her
strong hands about Cynthia’s slender neck. The blonde’s eyes and teeth blazed with fury and vengeance as she pounded her friend’s pretty head against the padded floor once, twice, three times.

“How do you like that, Cyn?” queried the blonde angrily as she throttled the brunette. “How do you like me chok --- mmpph!”

The thick mat had served to dull the blows somewhat, though, and that also allowed Cynthia an opportunity to counterattack. Reaching up quickly, faster than the blonde could respond, Cynthia had clamped her left hand over Ellen’s mouth and then pinched Ellen’s nostrils closed with the fingers of her right to smother the blonde.

“Fine by ... me,” gasped the brunette through her strangled throat as she twisted back and forth beneath her attacker. “Let’s … do this!”

The battle between barehanded strangulation and barehanded suffocation began, neither woman willing to relinquish her grip on the other even though both beauties now could not breathe. Virtual equals in size and strength, neither of them=2 0could gain the slight advantage needed to overpower her opponent and triumph. Hands gripped and squeezed harder, or pressed and pinched even more, but still their struggle was stalemated.

Their mouths became dry, they saw spots and starbursts, and both battlers became lightheaded as they brutally deprived each other of oxygen. Both women teetered on the edge of senselessness as they held on with all their might; but then Ellen began to pound Cynthia’s head against the foam-covered floor once more in a last-ditch effort.

Dull, muted thumps echoed in the stale air as Ellen continued to slam Cynthia’s skull against the floor even as she continued to squeeze her foe’s neck in both hands. Her actions were seemingly useless, though, as Cynthia was still readily hand-gagging Ellen despite the blonde’s assault, Ellen’s breathing passages completely sealed off by Cynthia’s greedy hands. Both battlers prepared to slip into unconsciousness or worse, their energy spent and their breath all but gone …

… until Cynthia’s tongue lolled out of her dry mouth, and her suffocating hands peeled away from Ellen’s face, allowing the blonde to once again draw breath. Cynthia’s slender arms then dropped uselessly to the sides before Ellen ultimately rendered her enemy unconscious with one last blow to the head to finally gain the victory in the inaugural bout between the two beauties.

Moments later, an exhausted Ellen stared down wistfully at Cynthia’s unconscious body. Sweat cascaded down Ellen’s sleek nude form, hands now on her hips as she inhaled and exhaled deeply, the blonde both worn out and relieved as she continued to straddle the brunette’s waist. She reached a hand up to her sore throat, still burning slightly from where Cynthia’s thumbs had pressed hard into her windpipe. Ellen’s mind was still troubled as well.

I think she really wanted to choke the life out of me, thought Ellen. My best friend, and it seemed like she was hell-bent on squeezing the breath from me with her bare hands! Either that, or suffocating me with them. Granted, I was choking her, too, but that was in retaliation. It was like she didn’t even care who I was.

And now we go back to work like absolutely nothing happened between us? That wasn’t a friendly wrestling match - that was a real, honest-to-gosh fight. And I could have lost more than a fight if I didn’t … if I hadn’t …

The blonde gingerly massaged her throat again as she stared down at her vanquished opponent, the brunette’s large, bare chest rising and falling slightly as she slept. Ellen continued to stare in disbelief at Cynthia for a few more moments, and then she reached over with her left hand to clutch Cynthia’s face under the chin, fingers on one side and thumb on the other as she turned=2 0that face towards her. And the blonde frowned.

“We’ve got a lot to talk about, Cyn.”

END