Between Friends
Pt. 2, by Ransom

We drove home in silence after Becky's wrestling encounter with her friend
Donna. As she showered, I turned down the bed. Becky had hardly said a
word since the match ended with her being rendered unconscious for several
minutes. I assumed she was sore, humiliated, and wanted to be left alone.
What was supposed to have been just a playful tussle between two girl
friends to entertain themselves and their husbands, had turned into
something much more violent and erotic then anyone had anticipated.

So I was surprised when she came into the bedroom wearing only snug
silver satin panties. Such was usually an invitation for marital bliss. She
slipped her lithe body into bed next to mine and whispered almost
plaintively, "Make love to me. Just be gentle."

Afterwards, as we lay in the dark, naked and spent, Becky started reflecting.
"I never expected that to happen with Donna and me."

"You mean her punching you and then knocking you out with that sleeper
hold of her's?" I asked.

"Yeah, that too," she replied, "But my reaction is what I don't understand.
Don't worry, I'm not sexually attracted to Donna and I don't think I'm a
masochist. But pinning her and being taken down by her both were
intensely arousing. Then as she was putting me out, the last thing I was
aware of was dampening my swimsuit so much I thought it was going to run
down my leg."

I was stirred by that image and at the same felt a twinge of possessive
jealousy. I said, "Donna was obviously turned on too. You do know she felt
you out pretty explicitly when you were unconscious?"

"Yes," Becky replied calmly, "She told me that as we were getting dressed.
And I'm kind'a glad because she was just as shocked and surprised about
what happened as I was."

Becky took my hand in her's and continued, "I think it's all about both power
and control, submission and giving in. Closely related to sex maybe, but not
the same thing. I trusted her not to really hurt me so I just utterly
surrendered when she had me in her sleeper hold. It was painful and yet
somehow very sensuous."

Becky rolled over on top of me. Her subtle perfume and body heat were
intensely alluring. In a hushed voice she said, "Just don't get any ideas about
beating me up, okay? What we have is different and infinitely better. I want
you to come into me again."

The next evening I was editing the video I had taken of the wrestling match.
I loved the display of competitive aggression between the two women. But I
was particularly taken by the scene of Becky, in her revealing lime green
swimsuit, laying unconscious and spreadeagled on the floor. Next, there
was Donna running her hand over Becky's prone body. Becky watched the
tape with me and she studied Donna's expression carefully. It sure seemed
to be about sex, at least for Donna. She seemed to be on the verge of climax
as she probed inside Becky's bikini bottoms.

A month passed. Becky and Donna still seemed to be good buddies. They
even did a long planned photo shoot for the cover of the local city magazine
that was running an issue highlighting physical fitness. The result was
gorgeous. The two of them were smiling into the camera, Becky wearing a
red sports bra and Donna wearing a blue one, both with coordinated running
tights. Donna's hand rested on Becky's shoulder as Becky flexed one arm
with a chrome barbell. They got a lot of compliments about the picture and
the accompanying article. The money wasn't bad either.

It wasn't long after that, Becky announced to me, "You might think we're
crazy and perverted but Donna and I want to wrestle at least one more time.
We want to try to figure out why we reacted the way we did in the first one.
Of course we want you and Dave there too. We just don't want you to video
tape it this time. Trust me, this is just between friends, nothing more."

"You'll get no argument from me," I said.

The notion made me both excited and apprehensive. I was wondering about
Becky and how she would react. I also worried about how Donna would
behave. The only time I had talked to Dave he said, with a wink, his wife
had been "horny as hell" since the first wrestling match. He didn't mention
or seem to mind her violence or her apparent coming on to Becky.

The following Friday evening we returned to Donna and Dave's house.
Once again the recreation room had been turned into a cushioned wrestling
ring. Against the far wall there was the same sofa. The girls wanted some
background music, and so jazz, heavy on the sax, was coming from the CD
player.

Dave and I stood around with nervous anticipation until our wives came
downstairs in their dressing gowns. This time Donna disrobed first as
Becky, imitating a ring announcer, said, "Now in this corner, wearing an
aqua colored two piece competition suit, standing 5'6" and weighing 135
pounds.... Donna!" She was toned and even more attractive since that she
had let her blond hair grow out more fully for the photo shoot.

Then it was Becky's turn to step out of her robe. As she did so, Donna
barked, "And in this corner, wearing a bright yellow bikini, standing 5'7"
and weighing 124 pounds.... Becky!"

I noted both women were wearing somewhat more conservative outfits than
the last time. There must be a reason I couldn't immediately grasp. Perhaps
they were less sure of themselves. Unlike Becky's brief rio style suit, her
yellow bikini had a fuller cut, including an underwire top. Still, she looked
fantastic in it. The style and fit made her taut abs even more sharply
defined.

Donna's competition bikini was very form fitting but the top had more
substantial crossover straps. However it was sheer across her arresting
breasts and her tits were faintly outlined by the fabric.

The girls joined hands and raised them up for a pose. As they let go, Donna
give Becky a pat on the rear. Still smiling, they faced off with knees bent
and arms at the ready.

As they circled each other, first one and then the other tried to gain a hold
but were rebuffed. This continued for several moments. Both were being
cautious. Suddenly Donna went in low and grabbed Becky around the waist,
twisted her around once, and then both of them toppled to the floor. They
seemed to loosen up at this point, laughing and shrieking like a couple of
kids as they grappled. The sight was incredibly sexy.

From a crouching position, Becky executed a neat forward flip that ended
with her sitting astride Donna's shoulders. She leaned forward to pin
Donna's arms over her head.

"You're not giving up already?" Becky asked in a mocking voice.

"Not by a long shot," Donna snarled. She arched her back, got her feet flat
on the floor and pushed up as hard as she could. The sudden jerk broke
Becky's grip and with an added shove she toppled backwards while still
astride her. Using her legs, Donna got a scissors around Becky's neck. As
Becky strained against the hold, her legs stretched out on either side of
Donna's upper body, her vulnerable yellow-clad crotch just inches from
Donna's face.

Donna stared hard and then cupped Becky between her legs with both hands.
She pushed in with her thumbs which provoked a loud "Yiii!" from Becky.
She brought one leg over and managed to roll away.

In a flash, Donna pivoted around and gleefully threw herself onto Becky.
They rolled back and forth several times, first one and then the other on top,
but neither gaining control.

Becky almost broke free and tried to scramble to her feet but Donna held her
around the hips. The two women happened to be right near the sofa and
Becky fell into it. Donna made an effort to disengage, but she was off
balance and as she tried to regain control, Becky grabbed her around the
waist from behind and pulled her down backwards onto herself. She
wrapped her lean but powerful legs around Donna's middle. At the same
time, she threw her arms around Donna's neck and began to squeeze in both
areas, evidently attempting the sleeper hold that Donna had used so well
against her last time.

Donna tried to get her feet on the floor for leverage, but Becky hooked her
behind the knees with her own feet and pushed her legs apart. All the while
she kept up the pressure with the sleeper hold. Donna struggled furiously,
but then suddenly collapsed back against Becky. Her hair was in disarray.
Her mouth relaxed, her eyes fluttered shut, her body went slack. She was
going out. As she did so, her parted legs afforded a perfect view of a small
but distinct circle of moisture on the crotch of her light-colored swimsuit
that wasn't there before. Being sleeped must have the same effect on her as
for my wife. I also noticed her tits were standing out in much sharper
definition under her tight top.

Donna was in a state of semi-consciousness as Becky released her and she
slid slowly to a sitting position on the floor between Becky's feet. She sat
there with her legs still splayed out, her arms listlessly at her sides, and her
head bowed forward. Becky stood up and eased her all the way over onto
the floor until she was laying on her side facing toward us. Her leg on top
was thrown forward which made the sensual curve of her hip quite
prominent. "Oh, yeah," I heard Dave exclaim.

Becky, grinning broadly, her face flushed and red, looked down at her
defeated friend, the sax playing softly in the background. Presently Donna
came to, and sat up gingerly while rubbing her neck.

Becky said, not unkindly, "Turn-about is fair play. Now are we finished or
do we go at it some more?"

Donna replied, "Oh, I'm ready for more, how about you?"

My wife stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips while flipping
her light brown hair out of her face. Donna got up slowly and walked around
a bit to regain her equilibrium. She was smiling, but as I looked at her eyes,
which were edged with liner making them appear big, I thought I saw a wild
passion and desire burning in them.

They circled each other and then locked arms with hands on each other's
shoulders. With heads down, they bent forward and pushed against each
other. Donna, clearly the stronger of the two, backed Becky up to the far
wall next to the sofa. I think Becky knew what was coming and you could
see her tensing her stomach muscles. She was not wrong.

While still holding onto Becky with one hand, Donna made a fist with the
other and rammed it into Becky's abdomen. But Becky was prepared. She
grimaced and let out a loud "Umpff!" but stayed on her feet. Then she
balled her own fist and returned the favor, hitting Donna hard, right at the
waistline. Donna was not quite as ready. She released her hold, clutched
herself and doubled over with a surprised "Ahhh."

Becky maneuvered for a follow-up jab. But Donna recovered with amazing
quickness. She shoved my wife against the wall. As Becky tried to push her
away Donna rabbit-punched her, repeatedly, each time with a loud
"whump." The last blow was very low and it caused Becky to give out a
high-pitched gasp. Her arms dropped to her sides. Donna followed up with
a hard open-handed smack on the temple. Becky's head snapped to the side,
her eyes rolled shut, her jaw slackened and she went completely limp. She
was either partially or totally knocked out.

Before Becky could slide to the floor, Donna embraced her under the arms
and held her upright between the wall and herself. Becky's chin rested on
Donna's shoulder, their breasts tightly compressed against each other. It was
a scene of total domination of one woman by another.

Donna smiled maliciously. She was loving this. She knelt down and
allowed Becky unresisting body to flop across the back of her shoulders.
Then, with an impressive demonstration of strength, she stood up holding
her in a fireman's carry.

Donna turned around slowly so Dave and I could have a full view of my
wife's flaccid figure draped over her shoulders. Becky's free arm and upper
body dangled off of one shoulder. On her other shoulder, Donna held one of
Becky's legs in front while the other trailed down her back. Becky's yellow
bikini stretched tightly over her prominently displayed upturned butt. A
thumping bass on the CD seemed to echo the thumping of my heart.

Donna carried her friend around the room while savoring the sensation of
complete domination. After a moment she approached the sofa, knelt, and
carefully let Becky slid off her shoulders onto the cushions. She then turned
to get a good look at her fallen foe.

Becky started to stir. Donna leaned over her while saying, "I have to admit
that felt really good." Then she turned toward us, "What do you think? I'll
admit she can give as good as she can get."

As Becky recovered her senses, Donna helped her up to a sitting position on
the sofa and sat down next to her. Both of them were sore, sweaty and
panting. They joined hands and smiled at each other. They exclaimed
almost together, "Even tie."

They probably thought this proved they were nothing more than friends
engaging in and utterly immersing themselves in the hard competition. But I
strongly suspected there was much more to it than that. Subsequent events
would prove me right, even though Becky could not bring herself to tell me
about them for quiet some time.

The End (to be continued)