BETWEEN FRIENDS
Part 1,by Ransom

Becky reacts from a surprise gut punch that turns a
friendly home wrestling match into a violent and erotic
encounter with her best friend.
*****

My wife, Becky, and I had been friends with Donna and Dave ever since we had
moved to our current home in North Carolina several years ago. Becky and Donna
are both physical education teachers in the local school system and moonlight as
instructors at a fitness center. Both are fit and trim and enjoy participating in a
variety of athletics. Becky is an attractive and slender 5'7" woman with medium
length thick brown hair. Donna is an inch shorter and perhaps ten pounds heavier
with blond hair styled in a boy-cut.

One evening, the four of us were clobbering each other over an air hockey game in
our basement recreation room. Dave noticed some of my video equipment spread
out on a nearby table. He worked in production at a local TV station and we began
talking about our amateur film projects. Donna commented that she bet Becky was
my favorite subject. Becky blushed slightly and replied yes, that was so.

Donna brightened and said that was exactly the same situation for her and Dave.
We didn't go into detail but decided we shared a mutual interest in what we
called "private" home videos. After I thought we had dropped the subject Donna
pulled Becky off into another room. Dave and I could hear them chattering and
laughing before coming back to us.

Becky announced, "I've been wondering what to get my husband for his birthday,
how about Donna and I put on a show for you boys that you will never forget?"

"Yes," Donna chirped in, "We've talked a time or two on what it would be like to
wrestle each other and we were going to do it over at fitness gym. But let's say,
instead, next Friday we get together at our house and Becky and I have a go at each
other, maybe best out of three pins, and you guys can video tape us until your little
hearts' content."

Dave's big sloppy grin told us he was all for it. And as for me, the blood was
already rushing to my temples with anticipation.

This was totally out of character for my usually reserved wife. But she did have a
strong competitive streak in her. All the following week Becky remained mute on
the subject with me. But I suspected Donna and she were making plans.

Finally, Friday evening came and we went over to their house. After drinks, our
wives disappeared and Dave and I went downstairs to their recreation room where
they had set up the wrestling "ring." They had pulled all of the furniture to the sides
of the room creating an open area in the middle. A couple of fairly large foam
rubber mattresses had been laid out on the floor with pillows and cushions all
around the sides. We didn't say much as we fiddled with our cameras and waited
for the women.

Soon they both padded barefoot downstairs dressed in bathrobes. "Let's get the
show on the road!" they announced together.

Becky started swaying and quietly humming the burlesque tune as she undid the
sash on her robe and let it fall away. I was thrilled to see she was wearing her small
lime green bikini swimsuit. It consisted of a triangle top and brief rio-cut bottoms
with three chords on each side connecting the front and back. Donna slipped out of
her robe, she was wearing a blue bikini swimsuit, full cut, but snug and perfectly
accenting her nicely proportioned curves. She slowly turned around several times,
cocking her hips first to one side then to the other.

Becky and Donna show off just before they start to wrestle
*****
"Ain't we cute?" Becky purred in a low voice and then added coyly, "Got your
cameras ready boys?"

The two women stepped to the middle of the open area. Donna looked at Dave and
I. "We decided this would be pretty open-ended. We'll just see what's going to
happen. So, no interference from you two, Okay?"

We nodded, and with that Becky and Donna smiled at each other and then suddenly
rushed together with surprising force. They locked hands and pushed hard, testing
their strength against each other. Donna appeared naturally to be the stronger, the
muscles rippled across her shoulders as she strained against my wife. But Becky
was quicker and more agile and she twisted and turned to her advantage.

Becky got her arm behind Donna's neck and under her arm, using the leverage to
bend her upper body toward her. Donna wrapped her arms around Becky's waist
and the two of them went down on their knees. Neither could break the other's
hold.
Donna gradually forced Becky down onto her back. They both grunted and giggled
as they released at the same time. Then Becky grabbed Donna at the wrists and the
two of them, their bodies pressed tightly together, rolled over twice until the
cushions against the sofa stopped them.

They slid back toward the center of the room. But as they did so, Donna pushed
Becky down on her back, threw her right leg over her upper torso, and suddenly she
was straddling her. She pressed hard on Becky's shoulders and crowed, "I think I've
pinned you!"

As she bore down, Donna's blue top slipped off of one of her nicely rounded
breasts. I was thinking, "Sweet." Then I noticed her exposed nipple was totally
erect. I could barely keep the camera steady as I wondered if this was just because
of the strenuous competition or was she maybe enjoying the bodily contact for other
reasons? I glanced at Dave and saw he was zooming in on the same thing.

Donna started a count but Becky pulled her legs up and forward, hooking Donna in
front of her arms. Becky then pushed and Donna toppled backwards off of her.
Before Donna could recover, Becky spun around and put her in a competitive
wrestler's pin while laying at an angle off to her side to prevent Donna from doing
the same thing she had just done to her. I admired my wife's smooth and quick
motion, not to mention having a perfect view of her firm butt straining against the
fabric of her narrow bikini as she applied the pin.

Donna thrashed about for a moment but then conceded, "I give!" Becky hopped to
her feet and did a little cheerleader victory jig. Donna got up smiling while
adjusting her top. But there was a hard glint in her eye. I could tell her competitive
nature didn't like being beaten like that. Perhaps add to the mix some sexual
tension, and I knew the next round might be full of surprises.

Both women were breathing hard and perspiring from the exertion. They slowly
circled each other.

Becky, full of herself, chanted slyly, "Bet you'd like to hooold me.... bet you'd like
to squeeeze me.... bet you'd like to kisss me...." I had heard her say this before,
when she was playful and experiencing a desire for a romp in the clover. Was she
getting aroused along with Donna I wondered?

Donna replied in turn with the same tone of voice, "Bet I'm going to beeat you."

With that, they were at each other again. This time they grabbed each other around
their upper torsos in mutual bear hugs. Each tried to pull the other to the floor in
opposite directions. Donna flung Becky from side to side but Becky managed to
keep on her feet. They started laughing. Then Donna spun Becky around and
encircled her waist with both arms from behind. She lifted Becky off her feet and
squeezed hard. Becky's eyes bulged and she let out a squeal as her body was
stretched backwards.

Becky's thrashing knocked both of them off balance and they went down on the
floor in a heap. They grappled in a flurry of arms and legs until Donna got Becky
on her back and again straddled her. Only this time she placed herself further
forward so Becky couldn't hook her with her feet. My view was of Becky's green
bikini top peeking out from under Donna's blue bottoms as Donna gripped Becky's
sides with her thighs and bore down. But my wife's agility again served her well.
Her legs churned furiously and she managed to turn over onto her stomach and
wiggle out from under Donna.

The action was getting a lot more intense. Becky scrambled to her feet with a little
hoot of derision. Donna got up while saying, "You're not going to get away this
time." She had a feral expression on her face. She wasn't kidding around anymore.

Still, the next moment startled everyone. Donna made a fist with her right hand,
hauled back, and drove a hard punch right into Becky's gut, right at the waistline of
her low-slung bikini. It happened fast. With a look of amazement, Donna hurriedly
stepped back and abruptly broke off the assault. I don't think she was planning to
do it. She was simply caught up in the heat of the moment.

Becky's reaction was one of shock and pain. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth,
clutched her mid-section with both hands, and let out a long "Ohhh!" as she
doubled over and then fell backwards against the sofa. She evidently passed out as
she fell. With arms now thrown back, she slowly tumbled off the sofa and onto the
floor. She ended up laying on her back, unmoving, half on and half off one of the
floor mattresses.

Becky doubles over from the surprise hard punch to her lower abdomen, tumbles to the floor, rolls once and
ends up on her back, momentarily out cold.
*****
The thought occurred that maybe Dave and I should break this up before someone
got hurt. But our wives' display of power and sensuality rooted us to our places. It
would be the girls' call.

Becky seemed to regain her senses as Donna stood over her and pulled her up to a
sitting position. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

Becky grimaced, "It just took me by surprise that's all. I suppose you want to count
that as your pin? Okay, that means the next one tells the tale."

Becky's top came undone as she got up but she didn't seem to mind as she tied it
back in place. She had an odd expression, like she was so into what was
happening she didn't notice Dave's leer or my embarrassment. The two women
started circling each other. Despite her bravado, Becky appeared unsteady. Donna
seemed to relish her power and ability to dominate.

Becky's swimsuit has come undone by the force of her fall.
*****
Donna said, "There is one more thing I want to try on you but I don't think it will
hurt nearly as much. It's called a 'sleeper hold.'"

She put her hands around Becky's neck, feeling for pressure points. Becky tried to
twist away. But there was no fight left in her. It was almost as if she had given up
and was willing to submit to whatever her friend had in mind for her. She groaned
softly as her head lolled back.

Satisfied that she knew where to squeeze, Donna spun Becky around, causing her
bikini top to slip, partially exposing one breast. She pushed her down onto her
knees, coming down behind her. With her right hand Donna stroked the side of
Becky's face before bringing her left arm alongside of Becky's head and suddenly
applying pressure again.

Becky slowly surrenders to Donna's sleeper hold.

Donna releases her hold when she feels Becky go limp.
******
Becky's eyes went wide as she tried to pry Donna's arms away from her neck while
she was at the same time being pulled backwards. Once her legs were out from
under her, she thrashed from side to side for a moment. But then she just seemed
to passively surrender to Donna's embrace. She stopped struggling. She gave out a
series of soft and prolonged "Ah, ah, ah's" as if she was now experiencing some
sort of pleasure. She even had a little smile on her face as her body suddenly
convulsed and then went limp. She slipped into complete unconsciousness.

Donna released her hold immediately and let Becky slide all the way to the floor.
Her legs were bent up at the knees. Donna demurely pulled Becky's top back into
place and then pushed her legs down until she was lying spreadeagled on her back.
She breathed slowly as if asleep. She looked so lovely and so vulnerable. Donna
was quivering with excitement as she knelt over her fallen friend. She touched
Becky on the cheek.

Becky falls back on the mat, out cold from Donna's sleeper.
*****
Donna was oblivious to both her husband and I and seemed to be both exhilarated
and confused. She smoothed Becky's hair and then her hand glided down and over
one of Becky's breasts. She made caressing little circles that pushed the top to one
side.

Donna mumbled, more to herself than to us, "Cute.... I have to know just one
thing... I have to know if you enjoyed this the same way I did."

With that, her hand continued down the center of Becky's body, over her stomach,
until she got to the waist of her bikini bottoms. "I hope you won't be too sore here
where I hit you," she said gently.

She hesitated and then continued down, tracing a line with her index finger over the
fabric until she came to Becky's rounded vulva, made quite distinct by the way
her legs were spread. Donna slowly and gently pressed several times until you
could see Becky's labial lips outlined under the taut nylon.

Breathing hard, Donna returned to the waistline. This time her hand disappeared
under the swimsuit until she again found Becky's labium. She stroked for a
moment, causing some of Becky's light fluff to be exposed around the edge of
her bikini. Donna was quivering and her breath was coming in short little gasps as
she withdrew her hand and looked at it. Her fingertips were wet and slippery,
glistening with moisture.

Becky lies spreadeagled and totally unconscious as Donna
feels she has to confirm her friend had experienced arousal.
******
She backed away from her unconscious friend, stood up, and nudged Becky's body
with her foot. Becky didn't move. She was still totally out.

Dave and I were hardly comprehending and shocked as Donna said, "Yes, you
obviously enjoyed it as much as I did."

The sight of Donna standing over my fallen wife invoked in me both feelings of
sympathy and passion. What had Becky experienced? Why did being sleepered
provoke such an orgasmic response? Was it the act itself or because of Donna was
the one doing it?

Becky started to come around. I was going to help her but she motioned me back.
She got slowly to her feet, again with the same distant expression on her face, as if
she was in her own private world.

The End (to be continued)

Becky comes to and begins to slowly stand up at the conclusion of the match.