Teen Challenge
(Apartment Pro Wrestling Fiction, Lisa versus Sara)

By Jayne


Lisa had the whole weekend to herself. The whole property was hers from Friday morning through to Sunday evening, and being an only child, she would be alone to do whatever she pleased. She had just turned eighteen and was of that age where she didn’t want to spend time away with her parents. She wanted to feel adult, independent. And they eventually understood, and knowing Lisa to be an intelligent and responsible girl, decided to let her look after the house while they spent some quality time away in Devon.

It was the height of summer and she was enjoying her holiday period away from school. She had hung out with friends and had done the usual teenage things like going to the pub, meeting up in the shopping malls, and hanging at each other’s houses listening to music and talking about boys. All that had been expended to the point of where it had started to become mundane. Often dull, too. So she had decided to take a short break from doing the same old things.

But Lisa was not the usual kind of teenager. At 18 years of age, there was an explorative side to her; one that liked the aspect of adventure and to try new things. And she saw this weekend as a brilliant opportunity to have fun with her best friend, Sara.

Lisa and Sara were both wrestling fans. They had grown up watching the sport as children, laughing at the wrestlers and their antics. The whole gymnastic drama of good versus evil was being played out in an entertaining form. And it was only when Sara’s father actually took them to a real live wrestling match, did they first see ladies wrestle.

The pair of them was in awe, silently captivated. It was like the most exciting thing they’d seen. And the experience had certainly left an impression on them.

Lisa and Sara had talked about it for days afterwards; Sara even declaring that she wanted to be a wrestler when she grew up, much to the laughter of her friend.

Now it was eight years later and Lisa wondered if Sara was game for some fun. Sara was coming round later but she thought she’d give her a phone call and make some advance plans for the afternoon. Lisa had made a suggestion about having a fun wrestling match in private since her parents was away and would she want to try it. Initially, she hadn’t held much hope since nearly a decade had passed and the interest lost. But she was wrong. Sara was ebullient about it. In fact her enthusiasm hadn’t waned at all.

“We must do it properly,” she gushed. “We must get the attire right.”
Lisa had a nice one-piece swimsuit but didn’t own a pair of wrestling boots, she explained.
“We both own a few pairs of Converse hi-tops, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s what we’ll use. And remember the ladies that wrestled that night? Wearing fishnets? Let’s do that, too.”

Lisa had no issues there. She had a myriad of various tights and stockings in her clothes cupboard. And for a fleeting moment, she mentally visualised herself and how she would look. Her heart raced in excitement. This was going to be sexy and fun, she thought. And they had a whole afternoon to enjoy it, too.

Sara arrived at her home. Her mum had pulled the car into the drive and Lisa met her at the door. Sara was lugging her large shoulder bag and gave Lisa a secret wink. They gave each other a girly hug, and then waved as Sara’s mum backed the car out of the drive.
When she had gone, Sara nearly cracked up in a fit of giggles. “God, if only mum knew what I was getting up to this afternoon with you.”
Lisa smiled. The whole thought of it made amused her. “And in the red corner, weighing in at a hundred and ten pounds, we have Grappling Sara!” she mimicked in an announcer’s voice. “And in the blue corner, weighing in at a hundred and five pounds, we have Luscious Lisa!”

The girls laughed and went into the house.

Lisa’s home was large and set well away from the road. It was quiet in the suburbs, almost village-like. Sara came from the other side of town, were it was more busy and nearer the town centre.

“I have laid out this huge aerobics mat of my mum’s in the living room,” said Lisa. “I have moved some of the furniture aside, too.”
The room was indeed large and was excellent for the job.

“I think you’ll need to draw the curtains just in case,” said Sara. “Just in case some neighbour pops round and sees us tangled up in knots. It might give them a heart attack.”

Lisa smirked. It probably would. The people round here were so square and depressive to talk to. Girl wrestling would probably give the old men a coronary.
“Come on then, let’s change,” said Sara and nudged her friend.

Lisa drew the curtains to. Then she raced upstairs to join her friend.

Sara was empting her bag onto Lisa’s bed when she came in. A sexy one-piece swimsuit in corel blue had just spilled out. It looked very sexy, and not wanting to be outdone by her friend, she raced to her clothes drawer and rifled through what she had.
“Found it!” she said and produced a vivid red swimsuit.

“Oh lord, its Baywatch,” joked Sara as she started to unfasten her jeans. “I’m wrestling Pamela Anderson.”

Lisa laughed and began to strip, undressing in silence. They still gave each other side glances as they were changing. There was still that unspoken rivalry that usually occurred between teenage girls. But Lisa dismissed such feelings and wanted to have fun with Sara. She wanted to laugh and giggle and roll around the mat with her best friend. She wanted to enjoy some taboo pleasure. And she couldn’t have chosen a better girl to do it with.
Sara was a natural brunette but had dyed her hair raven black. She looked a bit gothic and her make-up hinted at that, although her clothing was more toned down towards the mainstream.

Lisa was a redhead, and like her friend, she had long hair past her shoulders in a centre parting. Sara’s hair was fringed.
They were very attractive teens and their bodies were filling out nicely, getting shapely, and their B-Cup breasts were firm and rounded.

Sara was the first girl to be ready. She stood proudly with her hands on her hips and looked magnificent in her swimsuit. Her black fishnets contrasted sexily with the blueness of her costume. She wore black Converse baseball boots on her feet and looked incredible. Her scoop-necked swimwear displayed her cleavage to the full. She looked better than the women that had wrestled that night at the arena.

“Wow, you look good,” said Lisa as she laced up her own black baseball-style boots. “Looks like I may have a challenge on the mat.”
Lisa stood up and secretly took the breath from Sara. Her long red hair hung down towards her breasts and the swimsuit had the same ‘high though’ cut that her friend’s had. The figure-hugging swimwear breathtaking. And the black fishnet stockings and the baseball boots finalised the wrestling ensemble to perfection.
Sara was impressed and as they both stared and posed in the mirror, hands on their sides. They were secretly appraising each other’s bodies and both were starting to feel the rush of excitement building up inside them. Two sexy teenage wrestlers looked back at them. It was unbelievable how different they looked. It was almost a strange feeling of complete empowerment.

Sara imagined them posing on a poster: Sensational Teenage Match: Grappling Sara v Luscious Lisa. God, the show would have been a sell-out!

Their heart rate increasing, Lisa and Sara left the room and giggled as they ran down stairs.
The room was gloomy and dark with the curtains drawn, so Lisa flicked on the spot-lamps near the book shelves and angled them towards the mat.

It looked like a mini arena. Two lights trained onto a central spot – the wrestling mat. Everything outside of that was nothing more than complete darkness. Irrelevant.

“We could have made some money out of this,” said Sara jocularly. “Imagine the lads watching this? They’d have paid good money to see this.”

Lisa cringed at the thought. “Oh my God! Seeing Mark Stevens and Tommy Howard getting boners – yuk!”
Sara laughed. Mark and Tommy were the real life equivalent to Bevis and Butthead, and twice as pervy. They would have shot their load if they’d been sat on the peripheries of the mat; watching two sexy girls grunting and groaning to a pin-fall. The sheer thought of it entertained Sara.

Lisa stepped into the light and flipped her hair over her shoulders, her breasts bobbing as she began to warm up at the edge of the mat.
Sara threw her head back and stretched. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall. She looked formidable in that swimsuit and Lisa started to feel the hots for her friend.
Hell, where were these feelings coming from? Lisa had never seen Sara in such a light before, but now she was feeling sensual and desired to wrestle Sara. What had began as the prospect of a fun tussle felt like there was more bubbling beneath the surface.

Lisa licked her lips and spread her arms in readiness. Sara mirrored the action, a slight smile on her face. Without signal, they crept cautiously towards the other. There was no circling each other or fast moves. They simply advanced and knotted their fingers together, gripping tightly as they each tried to push the other backwards.Lisa felt her biceps grow tense and Sara’s face contorted in effort. They struggled and twisted, hand-to-hand, in a test of strength that as yet gave no advantage. Lisa tried in vain to trip her friend, her right thigh trying to ease round Sara’s, but it was no good. Sara was banging her hip against her own, making hooking a leg hard.
They stood belly to belly with their pretty faces but inches apart. Arms set at a quarter-to-three position, they continued to push and Sara felt the proximity of Lisa’s pert nipples rub against her own. The tickly sensation made Lisa clench her teeth. This wrestling lark was getting intimate, she thought, but wanted to best Sara. So she carried on in her mutual struggle with her friend. They were both of similar strength and Lisa knew that she would have to seek out a way to trip Sara, otherwise this match would go nowhere.

The girls gasped in effort as they changed position, each now facing a different side. Sara’s breasts jiggled against Lisa’s and the hissing sounds of nylon against nylon cut the tension.

Sara hooked her right leg round Lisa’s and skilfully manipulated her weight to one side. Lisa groaned her despair as she overbalanced and fell on the mat. Sara was across her in a cross-pin, their fingers still knotted. Lisa’s knees and toned legs came up as Sara settled her prone body across the red swimsuit. Her breasts flat against Lisa’s she brought her upper weight down, holding the pin solidly.
Lisa was squirming and trying to escape, but Sara had her and smiled her victory even before the three-count began.
1-2-3!

“Ah!”
Sara slowly rolled away and lay on her side as Lisa lay back against the mat, breathing in deeply, her orbs rising and falling beneath the lights.
“Nice fall,” said Lisa as she sat up and faced her friend. “I didn’t expect that.”
Sara was on her side, her shapely hips jutting out. She looked so beautiful in her swimwear, and Lisa brushed her hair from her face and got to her feet.
“I think we need to practice our moves,” said Sara as she got up. “We’re just novice wrestlers but it would be fun to check out some holds.”

Lisa nodded her agreement and Sara asked her to try a headlock. Lisa had a good idea and slowly hooked her arm around Sara’s head. She held Sara in a firm yet not too painful hold, her head low and resting against her toned thighs. Lisa hooked her fingers and held Sara in a consummate headlock.
Sara let out a muffled groan as Lisa tightened her grip. A few pats against Lisa’s back told her to ease off. So she did.
“Okay, release it,” said Sara and Lisa complied. She felt reluctant as she had felt powerful holding Sara like that.
Sara stood up and said, “Let me try a full-nelson on you.”
Lisa stood still and let Sara slip her arms beneath her friend’s armpits and contain her with the hold. Sara gave her some pressure and smiled.
“Try and break out of that,” goaded Sara. “That is solid.”

Lisa struggled and squirmed in the hold, feeling Sara’s impertinent groin against her buttocks. Sara came in closer, her warm breath in Lisa’s ear.
“You’re held fast.”
Lisa grunted and tried to break free but Sara was firm and it would have taken a great deal of effort to escape the hold.
Sara gently released Lisa and stepped back.
“That was really awkward to get out of,” said Lisa. “That would have been really hard to break.”
“So, fancy wrestling another fall?” asked Sara, her hands on her hips in readiness to grapple some more.
Lisa agreed. She had lost to Sara and wanted to pull back that fall. Once again, they both came together slowly and went into a mutual bear hug. They struggled and grunted within the spotlight. They grappled awkwardly as novices do, fight more out of instinct. They lacked the proper training of professional wrestlers but they still had enough to do basic moves and holds.
Bellies and breasts rubbed and jostled in their battle to displace the other. Lisa felt Sara’s nipples brush against her own, turning her on. She was highly sensitive there and as they wrestled, Lisa began to enjoy the sensation of it.

Sara tried to trip Lisa by repeating what she had done earlier, but Lisa had learned from her last mistake. Lisa gripped Sara tightly and hooked her leg just behind Sara’s knee. The baseball boots had excellent grip on the mat and she was able to execute an excellent trip. Sara let out a cry and they tumbled to the mat, landing on their sides.
Lisa was over Sara before she even had time to blink. The red swimsuit rode over her body and Lisa had grabbed her wrists, holding her down. Instinctively, Sara tried to bridge but Lisa scissored her legs with her own. She was piling on her upper weight in a full body press and Sara tried to roll her away.

Sara sensed the strength in Lisa’s legs. She was held fast. Lisa stared deeply into Sara’s eyes as she held her opponent hard.
“I’m taking this fall,” said Lisa with determination.
“No you won’t,” returned Sara and started to rock her hips to roll Lisa way.
Lisa grappled hard and looked down their conjoined bodies, enjoying the sensual sight of her legs snaked around Sara’s. The added bonus was she was having her way with Sara, and the expression on Sara’s face was proof enough.
Sara was groaning as she tried to get Lisa off. Her breasts slid smoothly onto of her own orbs, giving Sara and excellent view of her cleavage. Wrestling face to face, Lisa’s long read hair covered her side vision. And her legs were incapacitated. To be debilitated in such a strong scissors was humiliating for Sara as she thought Lisa would be a pushover. But the girl had proved her wrong and as Lisa brought her body down lower, she knew she was pinned.

The three-count came easy. And Lisa gave her opponent a satisfied smile of victory.
Lisa slowly released Sara’s legs and rolled onto her back. She let out a contented sigh and smiled at her friend. Sara looked back and rolled onto her side, facing her friend. “Nice fall.”

“Thanks,” said Lisa. “I’m beginning to enjoy this match.”
Sara got to her knees and flicked her hair back. “So, fancy a final fall? A decider?”
Lisa noticed that Sara’s tone had changed. It hinted at something more serious. But Lisa lived on the simple premise that if she could pin Sara so easily then she could do it again. She thought Sara was just sore at being pinned by an equally agile girl. So she matched her friend’s tone.

“I’m game if you are,” she said simply. And she got to her feet.

Lisa flicked her long red hair away from her face then settled into a half-crouch, her arms open as if looking for an opening.
Sara moved cautiously, attuned to Lisa’s movements. Once again, they knotted fingers and settled into a strength test. This time they put more effort into their wrestling as a final fall was at stake. And neither wanted to lose.
Sara strained for the advantage, pushing up on the balls of her feet. Lisa threw her head back and let out a low moan as she felt their hands go level to their waist. Again, Sara’s hard nipples were chaffing her sensitive zones and their orbs jiggled and squashed against each other in their sensual proximity. She closed her eyes as a wave of both pleasure fluttered in her upper body.

Sara sensed Lisa’s pleasure. She could see it in her eyes and made the most of it. She began to gradually force Lisa’s wrists back, pushing her tits further into Lisa’s. Through clenched teeth, Sara let out a gasp as she tried to power Lisa down. But it was hard work between two evenly matched girls. They simultaneously settled their cheeks on each other’s shoulders as they twisted, their arms set at a twenty-to-two position. Forehead-to-forehead, the girl grapplers forced each other down to their knees, but they were still locked within their struggle for supremacy. Belly-to-belly Sara was starting to gradually gain the advantage. Lisa’s wrists were bending backwards and eventually, Sara was able to force her arms up her back and take her to the mat.

A sea of black hair blinded Lisa. They had released their hands and Lisa tried to roll Sara away. She used instinctively hooked an arm over Sara’s neck and clamped her into a headlock, giving her a squeeze. And rolling Sara onto her side, she lay with her, the lock firmly in place.
Sara grunted in indignation. How the hell did this happen?
Caught between a bulging bicep and Lisa’s right orb, she saw her opponent’s cleavage up close and the rising halter-neck of her swimsuit.
Sara gripped Lisa around the waist and dragged her backwards towards her. Lying on her back, Sara continued to squeeze and entwined legs with Lisa.
Lisa heard the soft hiss of nylon on nylon and saw Sara’s legs snake around hers. They were both caught fast and Lisa swore under her ragged breath.

Lisa felt suddenly perverse and gazed down at Sara’s contorted face. She swiftly released Sara and smothered her supine body with her own, making sure that her tits covered her opponent’s face.
Sara let out a muffled groan as the firm orbs pushed downwards, plunging Lisa into complete darkness. For a novice wrestler, Lisa was feeling proud of herself. She was getting a buzz from besting Sara. It was actually pleasurable to dominate another girl, and the surge of euphoria spread across Lisa’s face.

Lisa jostled for position, spreading her legs wide so that Sara couldn’t trap them again. Balanced perfectly, Lisa lay the full length of her friend, holding Sara’s wrists hard against the mat. She looked up and gazed into the darkness as Sara struggled. Winning was a great feeling, and she started to count her pin-fall. Suddenly, Sara’s legs pushed hard down against the mat and Lisa let out a disgruntled cry as she was rolled away, fighting to stay on top. But Sara was on top now, and she lay comfortably between Lisa’s thighs, gripping her shoulders to contain her.

Lisa started to thrust and buck. Groin against groin, Sara enjoyed the sexual shunts. She ran her tongue across her dry lips has she felt the smooth arc of Lisa’s Venus mound against her own. Waves of pleasure passed through her body and it was amazing what images flashed up in her mind. For a moment her mind strayed away from the match and she fantasised about wrestling Lisa nude. Skin-on-skin, Lisa would scream her submission. She was so sensitive and Sara had knowledge of these areas to attack. Even wrestling in pro-style attire, Lisa had betrayed her nipple joy. Sara smiled naughtily, and wondered how sensitive she was down there?
Lisa was losing. She was feeling desperate. Her tits were being squashed by Sara’s firm orbs and now she was being sandwiched hard against the mat with Sara settled like a lover above her.

Under the lights, Lisa saw a patch of sweat glisten on her tits. She wrapped her thighs around Sara’s waist and then began to squeeze. Her thighs pulsed and she heard Sara let out a cry.

Sara rolled onto her side, gripping Lisa’s torturing vice-like legs. The agony spread across her pretty face and Lisa leaned back and increased the pressure. Sara rolled onto her back and let out another cry as the vice bit. And once again, Lisa was smiling and getting turned-on by domination.
Another swift release of the scissors and Lisa spread herself across Sara in a cross pin. Sara tried to buck her off, but Lisa rode it out and eventually took the deciding fall.

In triumph, she raised her hand and got to her knees. She enjoyed the sight of Sara’s defeated form.
Sara slapped the surface of the mat in disgust. This was bloody unbelievable, she thought. One second I’m winning and the next I’m pinned. She shook her head. Lisa had taken the match. And no doubt she would be rubbing it in for the next few days.

Lisa jumped up and down at the edge of the mat., her tits jiggling as she enjoyed the cheers from her fantasy audience. And Sara simply smiled, and enjoyed the fun of it all.

Lisa bent down and helped the beaten girl to her feet. Her mascara had ran and her eyes looked misty. Lisa could see that she was disappointed at losing, so she gave her friend a hug.

Emotions and feelings ran high, and as Lisa parted from the embrace, something seemed to ease the moment of victory and defeat. The two girls locked stares and without a word from each, both entered into a lesbian kiss. Hands drifted to thighs and bottoms and then bodies. Tongues touched tentatively. And then they both parted and stepped back.
A strange yet beautiful silence passed between them. But there was no need for words. The love that they felt was in the eyes. And then a knowing smile passed between them.

Lisa held out her hand and Sara took it. And then together, they walked away from the mat and left the room to go upstairs.
A few minutes later, the girls wrestled another kind of match. But this time, it was one that both would win

The End