What a headscissors
Barfly
She took me to my back and snared my leg with hers. I heard one of the girls watching say “she hooked his leg, she’s going to pin him”. She dropped her weight on top of me and then expertly locked on a grapevine. I could hear people talking, both men and women, “that’s a pin, his shoulders are down, she pinned him, she pinned him, he can’t wrestle out”, while she grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms out above my head, pinning my wrists down into the grass. I didn’t know what to do. There was a small group of people watching us and I didn’t want to totally embarrass myself if I struggled to escape and couldn’t break her pin. She had control of my legs and arms and she had her dead weight on top of my stomach and chest, and I wasn’t really sure that I could escape. I took the easy way out and gave her the pin. She released me and then helped me up. I heard one of the women who was watching us comment “I told you she would beat him”.
Jane searched me out about 10 minutes later and brought me a beer for “being a good sport”. We talked about the match and she said how much she enjoyed wrestling and we set up a match for the following day.
I got to her apartment at 2:00 the next day. Jane smiled when she opened her apartment door and I could see the mats already out in her living room. Jane was wearing nylon running shorts and a white sports bra. I brought a gym bag with me with workout clothes and planned on wrestling in shorts and a t-shirt.
Jane was good and knew what she was doing on the mats. We wrestled for about 10 minutes with neither one of us getting a submission or a pin, although if somebody had been keeping score, she would have been up on me in points. Jane had wrestled me to my back several times and pinned me more than once for longer than 3 seconds, but we didn’t count the pins because I was able to eventually escape. We were both sweating heavily and Jane asked if I wanted some water. I said yes. Jane was walking to the kitchen when she said that wrestling in shorts and a sports bra wasn’t going to work for her, it was too hot. She said she was going to lose the shorts and sports bra and change into a bikini and suggested I change into a Speedo if I brought one. I told her I did and I went into the bathroom to change while she put the water on the counter. When I came out Jane was walking down the hall wearing a tiny red bikini. I had changed into a dark blue Speedo.
We started wrestling again and it was more intense with each of us trying to get at least one win anyway. We rolled on the mats, exchanging holds on each other, scissors, nelsons, school girl pins, etc. Jane’s nipples were hard and they slipped out several times. At one point she had me in a headlock with her breast pinned against my face and her nipple pressed against my lips. She made no effort to move her breast away and just held me in the headlock while I struggled, even when I opened my mouth and let her nipple slip between my lips. Meanwhile I had a serious bulge in my Speedo and she never said a word, even after sliding her hand over it in various holds.
At 5’10” and 160 pounds, I should have been able to wipe the mat against Jane who stood an even 5 feet tall and weighed around 150 pounds, but it wasn’t to be. Jane was a better wrestler than me and my height and weight advantage didn’t seem to matter. Jane’s top slipped and she was wrestling with her breasts exposed when she slipped behind me and locked on a body scissors. She had strong legs and was locked on tight when she reached over my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my face in something similar to a sleeper hold that she used for added control. I could feel her nipples sliding against my back as I struggled to break her scissors to no avail. She had the scissors on so tight that it was impossible to move my lower body so I concentrated on breaking her arm hold around my head. We were both breathing hard and sweating and she let out a light grunt as I broke the hold around my head only to have Jane promptly lock on a full nelson, sliding her arms up and under mine and interlacing her fingers behind my neck. The girl was good. She held me tight while I struggled in her combination hold. I could hear the occasional car door slam outside and people talking but we had the curtains closed so nobody could see in. I could feel Jane’s warm breath against the back of my neck as she squeezed me and then she rolled to her back, pulling me on top of her. I was able to plant my feet into the mats and put up a bridge from this position, trying to force my weight into her to get her to break the holds when she slid out from under me to her side while holding on to the scissors and full nelson. I began to drop the bridge but not soon enough, because Jane slid the scissors up and then released the full nelson, grabbed the back of my head and then slid her thighs around my neck, locking on a neck scissors. I was on my back looking up at the ceiling at this point putting up a wild struggle while Jane watched. I was twisting and turning my body and kicking my legs when Jane reached out, put her hands around the back of my head, turned me and pulled into a devastating front headscissors. She had it locked on good and it was obvious she had experience applying it, but what really shocked me was her bikini had slipped down in front and my chin was pinned against her exposed mound and she didn’t seem to care. Jane was on her side and her skin was glistening with perspiration while I was on my back and side staring up at her with a huge boner in my Speedo that I really couldn’t hide. The headscissors was on tight but she wasn’t pressuring it for a submission; instead she smiled down at me and maintained eye contact. Her breasts were pale white and her pink nipples were hard. Her jet black mound was cut into a tiny square and my chin was buried in the middle of it. I saw her eyes travel to the front of my Speedo and she didn’t act surprised when she saw my erection standing straight up in it, but it made me wonder where the match was going. She had a first floor apartment and there was a lot of activity outside, which I guess would be normal on a Saturday afternoon. I saw her eyes travel to the front door of her apartment and then she totally surprised me and said that I could kiss her if I wanted. There was only one way I could kiss her from the way she had me headscissored and that was just above her mound, so I slowly started kissing her lower tummy. I kissed her gently, tasting the salt on her skin when she started to lightly run her fingertips up and down my arm. I guess I was doing something right. She kept the headscissors on me, but I worked my chin down slightly and started kissing her little square cut mound as she began to move her fingertips up my arm, across my shoulders and behind my neck, almost tickling me. She was starting to breathe a little heavier now and I thought nothing of the car doors closing outside her apartment. I heard the key enter the door lock just as she moved her hands behind my head and I stopped kissing her and froze. She still had her hands behind my head when the apartment door opened and suddenly stopped, the chain blocking it from opening any further. Suddenly female voices started calling out, “Jane, are you there? We stopped by to do lunch and then go shopping. Jenny, check the back to see if the patio door is locked”. Jane called out, “I will be right there, hold on” and said “shit” under her breath and released the headscissors. She said her Mom and sisters were here and I would have to go. We both got up and made a dash down the hall as the back screen door slid open. Jane grabbed my bag from the bathroom and told me to follow her to the bedroom and slammed the bedroom door as soon as we both were in. I began to pull my clothes out of my gym bag as Jane stripped off her bikini and then pushed me back on the bed. She straddled my Speedo and then pulled it down in front and briefly slid on top of me, with her family right outside the bedroom door and then said, “This is a little something to remember me by, until we wrestle again”.