Friends With (Wrestling) Benefits

Part 1 - Wanna Fight?

By Gark

My cell phone buzzed and I heard 'The Boss' singing "Born in the USA". I felt my temperature shoot up a few degrees as I fumbled to quickly get the phone out of my pocket lest the Boss stop playing. This was a very special ringtone devoted to one person in particular. Finally I got the thing free of my jeans and held it to my ear.

There was a slight pause followed by a husky female voice at the other end of the line. "Wanna fight me?" I heard her say.

It was like music to my ears. "Sure, let's give it a go," I replied eagerly.

"How soon can you get here?" asked the intentionally gravelly female voice. "I'm ready now."

"Ahh, I just finished working out. I could use a shower and a shave."

"Don't bother. Just get your gluts over here," she ordered, "or you're in for it big-time."

"You got it," I said, signing off, though I liked the idea of being 'in for it', especially 'big-time'.

I had to admit that this was the strangest 'relationship' I'd ever experienced in my short life of 26 years. Weird, but great, too. I mean, why would a woman call and want to fight? And, why would I agree and then offer to shower and shave before fighting? It was all strange, but very agreeable to me. But to understand, one would have to begin at the beginning…

Last April, some friends organized a coed slow-pitch softball team and offered me a spot. I knew a few of them, but others were new to me. Krissy was one of the new ones. I noticed her straight off and quickly sorted her into the 'friends' category. She was fairly tall and physical looking, probably close to my own height and weight - not my usual type. Still, she had a pretty face and some nice curves, too. Not my type, or so I thought.

I played right field and Krissy played second base. She was pretty good at it, too. She knew how to play the position and threw the ball like a guy. She was well-coordinated and athletic, and she could hit the ball, too. I found myself admiring her more and more as the summer wore on.

Game night was Thursday. After the game, the team always went for beer and food at our sponsor's place, the Belly-Up Bar & Grill. They gave us a few bucks to wear their shirts & caps and we were expected to patronize them after the games. I'd gotten to know Krissy more and more as the season progressed and we became pretty good friends. Then one night at the bar, everything changed. The TV's in the bar were tuned to pro wrestling which was definitely not the norm - must have been a slow sports day. Anyway, that kind of stuff is pretty infectious and we soon found ourselves cheering for the crazy wrestlers and their molls. After a while a couple of the TV women got into it in the ring and everyone went crazy! It was really wild and I got into it, feeling my beer and screaming for 'Gina' to beat the crap out of some other woman.

Krissy was into it, too, and must have noticed my interest as well, because once the place quieted down she challenged me to arm wrestle. A few of the guys heard her, so there was no way I could back down. She'd really put me on the spot. What if she beat me?

It was a rhetorical question. I had to go through with it. She was already across from me at the table, so we extended our right arms and clenched hands together. Her hand was warm and soft, but her grip was firm. Through the haze I heard someone counting, "Three, two, one… Go!"

The contest was on. Krissy almost had me at the start as I wasn't much practiced in the art. But before she could finish me, I rallied and got back to the neutral position. Gradually I powered her hand down, but she put up a tremendous effort. Krissy had really wanted to win! I thanked my lucky stars and breathed a sigh of relief, at least for a moment.

"Okay, now let's switch hands and try again," she challenged.

I gulped slowly, realizing the event wasn't yet over. I had no choice. "Okay, let's go again," I replied.

This time we reached out with our left arms and clenched our hands together. The familiar countdown rang out and we were again battling it out. I made a better start of it, managing to remain in the neutral position. Krissy was grinning like she knew something I didn't, which turned out to be the case as she slowly powered my left fist to the table. There was nothing I could do! I couldn't stop her! The whole place erupted in a cheer as Krissy defeated me handily.

I turned beat red, terribly embarrassed. Thankfully Krissy was a gracious winner and leaned over the table to give me a big kiss on the cheek. The place erupted again. I was completely confused, though my male ego seemed assuaged for now.

Krissy said, "You're a good sport, Rob. Most guys would really be pissed off."

I wasn't so sure that I wasn't really pissed off, though. But my better sensibilities won out and I put a big smile on my face instead. "I won with my right hand," I said.

"Yes, and I won with my left. I guess that makes us even," she grinned, clearly pleased with herself. "We can sort this out later."

The events on TV then grabbed everyone's attention and thankfully the focus was no longer on Krissy and me. I stared across the table at her and she stared right back at me. I wasn't so sure this was over at all. Maybe she really did mean to 'sort this out later'.

About a half hour later, the group broke up and we all went out the back door to the parking lot. Krissy stayed glued to my side and followed me to my car. The other guys and gals were watching, but Krissy didn't seem to mind.

She asked me simply, "Do you like to wrestle?"

I was taken completely by surprise, stammering, "Uh, I don't know… haven't done it much… seems okay."

"Ever wrestle a woman?" she continued.

"Uh, no. Maybe some pillow fighting when I was in my teens. Definitely fun, though," I stuttered.

"Mixed wrestling is lots of fun," she said, pausing for effect. "So, do you wanna fight me?" she cooed innocently.

It was the first of many times I'd hear her say it, and my reply was always, "Sure, let's give it a go!"

"Why don't you follow me over to my place? We can fight there."

Before I could reply, Krissy turned on her heels and strode to her car, her shapely rump waving suggestively at me. I jumped behind the wheel of my car, fired it up and turned to follow her out of the parking lot. It was only a couple of miles, so I wasn't left in suspense too long wondering what was about to happen, though I could remember the shit-eating grins of the other guys as they saw me following her home.

Krissy pulled into the garage and I left my car in the driveway. We headed for the back door.

"Nervous?" she asked.

"Uh, no. Not really. I wrestle women all the time," I joked.

"That isn't what you said earlier," she laughed, opening the door. "So, are you some sort of ringer, luring me into a false sense of security?" she smirked as she let us in.

"Well, truth be told, I figure you're the one setting me up. You've done this before, right?" I asked.

"Um hmm," she said. "Just a few times…"

"Yeah, sure. I bet you've done this quite a few times. What's your win/loss record?"

"Uh well… remember, it's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game," she replied sheepishly.

"Come on, fess up!" I demanded.

"Okay, I'm pretty much undefeated. Maybe a dozen wins with no losses. But I cheat," she said.

"That's not very reassuring," I told her. "That's hardly winning."

"Well it depends on your point of view," she smiled. I don't think any of my previous 'conquests' minded the cheating in the least.

"How so?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Be patient, you'll find out. Now follow me," she ordered.

And follow her I did, right into the living room where a couple of exercise mats were already laid out as though she'd done this many times before. Krissy sat down on the couch and started taking off her softball shoes. She patted the couch next to her and said in a very friendly tone, "C'mon. Have a seat and take off your shoes."

I did as instructed and soon had my shoes off. We were still wearing our softball shorts and stirrup socks. Our thighs were bare. Then Krissy stood up and peeled off her t-shirt, revealing a large set of boobs barely contained within a very tight, overflowing sports bra.

She smiled and said, "C'mon… peel."

I did as ordered. Soon we were face-to-face kneeling on the mat.

"I never tried this in softball shorts and socks before," she giggled. "This is gonna be fun!"

That was my first real awareness of Krissy's wrestling fetish. I didn't realize at the time how much I had lucked out!!

"Two out of three?" she asked. "Or three out of five? Pins? Submissions?"

I didn't know. Like a dummy, I said, "Two out of three should do… pins, submissions, whatever..." At the time, I didn't know any better. "Now tell me, why did you say none of your other conquests minded losing? Or you cheating?"

Krissy said nothing, instead answering by pulling her sports bra off and over her head. Two of the nicest boobs I'd ever seen were staring right at me! Gawd! They were mesmerizing. My mouth hung agape at the sight of those lovely twin orbs! So this is what she meant by 'cheating' - seemed just fine to me!

After a moment Krissy leaped forward and we were tangled up in each other rolling all around on the mat! Her large boobs were pressed against my chest, but instead of concentrating on defending myself, my mind was focused on the glimpse of her large, deeply aroused, strawberry-red nipples - my favorites!

We must have been an odd sight, topless female and male in baseball shorts and stirrup socks rolling around in a wrestling contest! We rolled back and forth, hands clasped to one another vying for position. Krissy was definitely toying with me, my inexperience showing badly. She giggled with enjoyment which made me realize I was having a really good time myself!

We two rolled and struggled for a while more before Krissy took full control. I was flat on my back and she was on top, straddling me with her legs about my waist, her large boobs heaving to and fro, slowly undulating above my face. Suddenly they pounced! Those huge orbs smacked against my cheeks and her arms wrapped around my head. I couldn't breathe! I didn't know whether to panic or just enjoy my last moments on earth.

Just as suddenly, Krissy released the hold and lifted those huge orbs off of my face. "I forgot to tell you how to signal your submission. Just tap on the mat with your hand three times. Or, tap me similarly on the arm, back or wherever."

I was still reeling from the boob attack, catching my wind and couldn't speak for a few moments. She'd almost put me to sleep! I watched that large pair of boobs dancing back and forth just outside my reach. My arms were held tight to the mat by her hands, so 'outside my reach' meant that I couldn't raise my head far enough to lick or kiss her very aroused nipples, quite the temptation!

Krissy seemed to really enjoy my predicament and so we lay there for a while as she teased me with her boobs. She'd drop them closer to my face and when I'd lift my head she'd pull back so I couldn't quite touch! Krissy was a real tease artist! The quicker I'd raise my head, the quicker she'd pull back.

"You're definitely a boob man," Linda smiled knowingly. "Not sure whether that's good news or bad news for you, ha!"

"I'll take it as good news," I replied happily.

Krissy leaned towards me again, putting those huge boobs closer to my face. On cue, I raised my head trying to reach them. But this time they attacked and Krissy's arms again wrapped around my head. At least my arms were free though. I held out as long as I could before tapping out my submission.

Krissy released me slowly, reluctant to free me. She rolled off to the side so that we could face each other while lying on our sides.

My eyes drifted again to her two magnificent orbs. "Quit looking at my boobs or you won't have a chance in hell of beating me. And I won't wrestle with you again unless you can put up a decent contest!"

That really got my attention. I wanted to do this again and again and again…

"Um, okay," I replied, sheepishly forcing my eyes to her suddenly beautiful face. Deep down I knew that Krissy, while easy on the eyes, had not suddenly gotten breathtakingly beautiful. I had fallen in lust, if not worse! But that was fine with me! Though I'd definitely have to improve at wrestling if I was to be with her more!

"That was some hold you put on me," I told her. "I think women have two large advantages over guys. I could never have done that to you! Plus the sex factor - half naked women can really distract a guy!"

"Get over it," she stated flatly. "You think there aren't distractions for me, too?"

That was news for me. In my experience, women never let it be known that they had those sort of weaknesses. "Help me out here," I asked. "What kind of 'distraction' works on you?"

"You'll have to figure it out yourself - professional hazard," she smirked.

At least she had some sort of weakness I consoled myself.

"Okay, time for round two. If you don't shape up, this could be it for you," she warned, "and definitely no return match invitation."

Krissy had had me the entire first round, like I was no contest for her whatsoever. I was having an awfully good time losing, but I really needed to put on a good contest for her. I was determined to do better this time! We once again got to our knees on the mat.

"Let's spice things up this round," she began. "Maybe it'll give you a fighting chance. We have to get the other's stirrups and socks off before going for a pin or submission. It's called sock wrestling."

"Okay with me," I replied, wondering if things could get any stranger. But she was right; maybe this was the break I needed.

We locked hands together in a clasp and struggled in a test of strength. I managed to divert my eyes from her large chest. Thankfully I proved the stronger, though not that decisively. Krissy was a very strong woman. But she was on her back for the moment and I pressed my advantage as we squeezed and squirmed on the mat. She tried to flip me over, but I managed to hold her tight. I was afraid to let go as she might try to get my socks. But I faced the same dilemma, how to get her socks off without her getting mine!

As we struggled an odd thing happened. I could feel Krissy's big toe searching for the top of my stirrup socks just below the knee. Aughh! "You little turd," I squealed!

I rolled to the side and dislodged her foot from my sock, but now she was on top of me. Krissy pressed her boobs towards my face, so I grabbed at them with my right hand scoring on her left boob. My arm was across her right boob as I forced her large orbs away from my face.

"Nice move, Rob," she grunted. "Very promising…"

We struggled some more and soon fell apart. I was a little quicker and went after Krissy's socks scoring her right sock before she could respond. We became entangled in a 69 position, legs and arms flailing trying offense and defense simultaneously. Krissy laughed lustily as she squirmed around, her waist between my thighs. Thankfully I was able to get her remaining sock off first just before she did the same to me. I squeezed my legs together around Krissy's waist, trapping her there. No socks remained, so pins and submissions were now 'legal'.

"Nice scissors," Krissy grunted. "Ughh… your legs are like pythons!" she sputtered.

I think Krissy liked her predicament. I didn't realize that the hold was called 'scissors', but it made sense. Krissy seemed to paw at my thighs repeatedly as she tried to squirm free, even to the point of groping. This must be her weakness, I realized!

"So, it's legs for you?" I asked.

"Uh… yep. Strong, well-shaped gluts and thighs on a guy are a big turn-on," she moaned lustily as I continued to squeeze. "And you have the best thighs I've ever seen on anyone!" she gasped. It was then that I noticed the first waft of her female scent. Krissy was really turned on! Of course, I'd had a boner as soon as she'd bared her breasts.

"Thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say. "Do you give?"

"Nope, you'll have to do better than that," she challenged. "I have pretty strong abs. I bet I can resist your scissors long enough to escape."

"You're on," I replied, doubling down with my thighs on her waist. Krissy wriggled around, no doubt trying to distract me with her bounding boobs. I grabbed one of her arms to keep her still and tried not to look at those two large dancing orbs with the strawberry colored nipples.

Aughh! My mind had drifted and Krissy nearly got loose. But at least she was now face down with her waist still trapped between my legs. I locked my ankles together and gave a mighty squeeze!

"Aacckk!" she squealed, followed by three loud thumps on the mat with her fist. "I give!"

I was afraid I'd hurt her, but when Krissy rolled over to face me wearing a big grin on her face I knew better. "Nicely done," she congratulated! "Nobody's ever got me like that before. Your thighs are really strong! It was great!"

That put a big smile on my face. She liked it! Strange, but she liked it. And a lot, if one could judge by the pungent female scent in the air.

Krissy got up and got us a couple of beers. I sat up on my haunches while I waited. Krissy sat down next to me and handed one over. I was very dry and slammed the beer down fast. Krissy took a little longer, preferring to stroke my thighs with her hand as we sat there. So I decided to fondle her boobs, especially concentrating on her aroused nipples, rolling them between my fingers with an occasional soft stroke. Her hand drifted up my thigh until she had a good grip on my manhood, rubbing and squeezing though the fabric of my softball shorts. My free hand drifted to her crotch and began massaging her steaming pussy. My hand was outside of her softball shorts, but it hardly mattered as she groaned loudly.

After a time, Krissy managed to pull herself away. "We still have round three. I, for one, must find out how this match ends!" she said in a husky voice.

But I was definitely not in a fighting mood. I was ready for crazy, wild sex!

"Don't get all 'premature' on me. There's plenty of foreplay left," she continued, unzipping her softball shorts partway. "How about shorts wrestling?" she grinned mischievously. "No pins until you get the other one naked. Okay?"

"You bet!" Now that was an offer I couldn't refuse!!

I unzipped my shorts part way the same as Krissy had done and slid towards the middle of the mat. She joined me there. "How about a kiss?" she offered. "We start fighting when our lips part."

"Sounds like fun," I said moving in close. Our lips met for the first time ever. Krissy's left arm found its way around me and I did the same as we embraced tightly. She pressed her large boobs firmly against my chest, rubbing back and forth slowly. We continued the kiss. Then her right hand slipped inside my shorts and undies got a firm grip around my manhood. My hand darted straight for her pussy and stroked her clit slowly, yet firmly. Waves of heat seemed to emanate from her pussy as Krissy got hotter by the second. We continued to kiss.

Now this was my kind of wrestling match! By the sound of her cooing and my groaning, it was hard to tell which of us held an advantage - probably both of us weakened similarly, though maybe I held a slight advantage. Super foreplay!

Finally, we managed to push apart and end the kiss. We were like two punch-drunk prize fighters, staggered to the point of having little fight or alertness left. I started tugging at Krissy's pants, wanting nothing more than to get her naked. After that I wasn't so sure what I would do - one thing at a time was all I could manage.

And Krissy was after my pants. We stumbled on our hands and knees on the mat wrestling the other's shorts and underwear off. Krissy wore a string thong that was hard to pull off. In my sexual stupor, I just ripped it off. Krissy laughed as she ripped my undies to shreds, too.

There we were, stark naked, on hands and knees crawling towards one another to settle this wrestling match. I couldn't have been happier, or more excited. Wild, crazy excitement!

We met at mat center, still on our hands and knees like two feral cats. "Another kiss before the finale," I asked?

There was no reply other than the meeting of lips, and this time tongues, too. We remained on hands and knees, this one kiss lasting many moments. Then we parted and flung ourselves at the other on our knees. Our hands clasped together and our chests pressed together wildly. We fell to the side and rolled back and forth across the mat. Our legs entwined automatically and my thigh rubbed and pressed against her pussy, while her thigh did likewise to my cock. We rolled back and forth frantically trying to gain advantage and go for a pin or submission, or something! Or anything!! Our hands were still clasped together as we struggled.

I was incredibly turned on! The wild, sensual, sexual struggle gave me the biggest high I'd ever had! I wanted it to last forever! A sexual high like I'd never before experienced!

I squeezed and rubbed my thigh against Krissy's pussy for all I was worth! Almost instinctively, somehow knowing what she craved the most, I cranked up the pressure of my thighs, squeezing her trapped leg ever harder while continuing to apply pressure against her pussy.

That was it! "Oooohhhh mmmmyyyy ggggaaaawwwwdddd!!!!" she screamed deafeningly. I continued squeezing and rubbing, milking the most out her orgasm.

It took quite a while for Krissy to calm down. Finally I asked, "Do you give?"

"In my book, orgasms are the same as submissions. So, yes, I give," she told me with a big grin on her face. "And now it's time for you to receive."

Krissy rolled me onto my back and began tickling the tip of my cock with her tongue for a time. Then she ordered, "Up in the chair with you."

I obeyed instinctively. Krissy kneeled in front of me on the floor. She pulled a bottle of body lube out from the edge of the seat cushion and expertly applied it to my cock with her hands for a few moments. Then she squirted some more in her hands and applied the lube to her boobs this time!

"I think you'll like this," she grinned, using her hands to guide and pressure her boobs against my writhing manhood. Up and down, back and forth, her orbs rubbed against my cock expertly and firmly. Then she tickled the tip of my cock with her nipples. Repeat many times!

Krissy re-lubed her boobs, saying huskily, "This one's for you, Rob!"

She attacked ferociously, pressing her boobs, pushing and rubbing hard. I exploded almost instantly. I screamed like a banshee! Krissy milked me expertly, lapping up the semen that hadn't landed on her boobs.

I collapsed in ecstasy, landing atop Krissy on the wrestling mat. After a time we found each other cuddled together nuzzling happily.

"You know," she began. "I've never been beat. Maybe one round, but never two rounds. And in a best of three, too. And I've never had an orgasm like that! That was one for the record books!!"

"Yeah, me too! I've never had a boob-job before. Definitely a new high for me!" I told her.

"I really love your gluts and python thighs," she cooed, snuggled up in my arms.

"I know, and I'm glad for it. I really love your boobs... and your strawberry nipples."

"I know, pretty obvious. Tell me now; did you enjoy fighting me?" she asked with a crooked grin.

"Anytime, anywhere… I'll be there to fight you."

"Good answer," she replied. "Because I have plans for the two of us… lots of plans… But don't mistake this for more than it is," she cautioned.

I nodded, uncertain what she meant.

"I like you a lot, Rob... really a lot. But for now, let's leave this at 'friends'."

"Friends with benefits?" I asked, trying to better understand what she was saying.

"Nope, better than that. We are 'Friends With Wrestling Benefits!" she said.

Krissy smiled and then kissed me deeply, finally climbing on top of me to play some more boob tag with my face.

== End of Part 1 ==