The Rookie Experience

Part 2: The Lesson

By Sunshine ( [email protected] )

It was clear to Vince and me, after our last match, that we were going to need some serious help. Even though everyone thought we did really great, we couldn't deny that we still lost and lost big. Luckily for us, the man who was so comforting after our last match was willing to give us that help! It turned out that he and his girlfriend were also participants in the matches. I'd later find out that just about everyone that was there at the warehouse was a participant. His name was Orin and he invited our little tag-team to come over sometime during the week and spar with his little tag-team. Vince and I both eagerly accepted the invitation and the help. We scheduled to meet them at their house on Wednesday night.

Being part of a team and sharing that bond, even if we lost, had brought me even closer to my boyfriend. Before we had a few shared interests and a similar sense of humor, but now we had a BIG secret shared interest. The fact that we weren't telling anyone about it and only talking about it between the two of us made it seem so intimate. We'd have to suddenly stop mid-sentence when we met on campus and were talking about strategies or people we'd met, because someone we knew would suddenly walk by or leave a class. I felt like we had somehow walked into our own little world, just me and Vince. He was the only one who knew my little secret, and I was the only one who knew his.

I was just so into him after watching his great body in the ring, all sweaty and tired but taking on our shared opponents. The two of us cheering for each other and supporting each other in a very physical way. We couldn't keep our hands off each other anymore. When we went to parties or get-togethers we were totally embarrassing. We were making out in every dark corner we could find. Seeing Vince as some kind of like warrior or something was really a turn-on. He clearly felt the same way as whenever we were together, his hands were never far from my body.

About the only negative thing that had occurred because of the match was that I didn't too well on a couple of tests. I kept going over the match in my head, thinking about the upcoming practice, and wondering who our next opponents would be. It made me a little less than focused on professors. I was gonna have to try and do a little better in my classes; I didn't want to hear a speech from my parents when I went home for the holidays. I could just picture my Dad talking about the value of the dollar and what a unique opportunity I had to attend college. It made me cringe.

“What do you wear for a practice anyway? What do ya think?”…I glanced over at Vince. I had pulled a few choices out of my closet and spread them out on the bed. “I'm not really sure, wear the yellow one.”…was his predictable reply.

“Do you ALWAYS have to choose the one with the least material?”

“Yes, actually.”

“You're such a pig.”

“But I'm your pig…”

“Lucky me.”

I groaned and shook my head at him as I stuffed the bright yellow boyshorts and cropped babydoll T-shirt into our duffle bag. Vince slung it over his shoulder as we walked out to the car and head over to the address Orin had given us.

We both had to glance back at the card with the address on it several times when we pulled up. Orin's house was a mansion! We slowly rolled into a big curved driveway and stepped out onto a cobblestone receiving area. Considering where the matches took place, I wasn't really expecting this much from a member of our new little club. Vince and I shared a nervous smile as I pressed my finger against the doorbell. Orin startled us by almost instantly opening the door and waving us inside warmly. “Come on, come on…I've been waiting for you, you're late.”

Vince blushed as we shuffled into the foyer, “Sorry, we've never really been up this way and it took me a little while to find it.” Orin nodded his head quickly, seeming like he was almost in a rush as he ushered us to the back of the house, “Don't worry son, it's all alright now. Let's get you both changed and get started then.” We found ourselves pushed into a guest bedroom and left by ourselves as Orin went back down the hall. Afraid that we were already holding our sparring partners up, I hurried to strip off my clothes and slide the snug little yellow boyshorts up onto my hips. I barely talked to Vince as I slid my arms into the cute yellow babydoll top and pulled it down. The fabric of the top was snug against my measurements, and came to an abrupt stop just below my breasts where it cut off. Vince grinned at me as he extracted a pair of black boxing trunks out of the bag and donned them instantly.

The two of both checked each other out with big grins before I suddenly pressed myself against my boyfriend and kissed him hard. Our tongues intertwined as I felt his hands slides around my waist, our mouths melting together. I pushed up onto my toes as I felt him cup my round butt and feel it in his hands. The boyshorts left the creases at the tops of my thighs bare. When we finally broke apart we were both blushing. “Good luck baby”…I winked at him and strutted proudly down the hall – my boyfriend staggering right behind.

Orin let out a low whistling sound as I walked into the room and set my cheeks blushing immediately. He was pretty well in shape with a light complexion, in his late 30s with a bit of a receding, dark hairline. A pair of satiny white boxers was the only thing he was wearing. “It's obvious why everyone likes you so much blondie…” I just smiled politely back at him, “Ya might not like me so much after we're done practicing!” Which I thought was a really clever thing to say but Orin just cracked his knuckles and smiled even wider…”I think I'm going to like you even more then kiddo.” His was better, it wiped the smile right off my face and made Vince shift uncomfortably beside me. “Oh stop teasing them Orin, can't you tell they're nervous?”…a fourth voice suddenly appeared from a different doorway. I followed the sound with my blue eyes until I was staring at a woman definitely younger than Orin, maybe in her late 20s at the most. She had long dark hair, even longer than mine: it went all the way down to her curvy rear which was clad in a satiny white thong. A matching bikini top held two creamy breasts back, but only barely. Her complexion was completely cream and her dark hair and dark eyes gave her a very exotic look.

I realized that Vince and I were both staring at her; I elbowed him hard in the ribs. “OW! Sorry!”...my boyfriend finally managed. The woman in the soft white underwear smiled at both of us, looking like a pure predator. “My name is Celinda, I'm Orin's…..friend”…she hesitated on the word “friend” in a way that made me wonder. I was just about to ask what that meant and had opened my mouth when Orin cut me off…”So anyway, let's get started, me and you then blondie!” I was about to step onto the mats they had laid out in their large, ornate living room when Vince thrust his arm out in front of me and held me back. “Ya know what man? I think I'll go first for us, thanks…”…Vince stared pointedly at Orin, although I didn't really understand what he was doing – was he jealous? Or just being protective of me? “Um….ok, whatever Vince…”…I mumbled as I stepped back off the mats and waited.

“You shouldn't be so rude to your girlfriend Vince!” Orin taunted Vince, clearly trying to get him worked up. “Shut up! Don't worry about me and her; you just worry about wrestling ME!” Vince shouted back at him as they closed in on each other and clapped together in a lockup. “Sure kid, sure, whatever you say…” Orin was still using his patriarchal voice on my boyfriend. The dark-haired man was beginning to work their clasped hands to his advantage, stretching my handsome boyfriend hands above his head. I heard a deep groan come out of Vince and saw that Orin has stabbed his knee into the waistband of my partner's trunks. Vince faltered as I spoke to him from the sideline…”Come on Vince, stay up!”…his legs wobbled for a moment but then planted strong. I heard a low, animalistic growl come out of my boyfriend and then suddenly he stepped forward and straightened his arms hard.

Orin looked completely surprised as Vince shoved him so hard that the older man stumbled back clear off the mats and into the wall, nearly knocking an expensive-looking framed painting off it. “I told you don't fuck with me!” Vince yelled as he stormed after Orin, ignoring the limits of the mats and following him right off. I was a little bit worried, I thought maybe my boyfriend had blown a gasket or something, “Vince, don't hurt him, we're just practicing!” I should have known better than to think Orin was going to go down that easy. Like everything else since we had joined this world, he had a little surprise in store for us too. As Vince stepped up to push his advantage, Orin swung his hands out high and wide, aiming the edges down towards Vince's head. There was a dull thump as he chopped both sides of my boyfriend's throat and I watched from behind as Vince's head rolled back and he dropped to his knees in front of the male half of our opponents. “Down boy, hehehe…” - Orin laughed.

“First lesson for you kids, never ever be certain that you've got your opponent.”…Orin looks sagely at both of us, then he struck the heel of his palm into Vince's forehead and I watched my boyfriend sprawled across the mat nearly at my feet. “Vince….”…I gasped as Orin planted his foot atop my boyfriend's toned, heaving chest. “Second lesson for you Vince: Never let your guard down! You know I was really expecting more from you…”….Orin shook his head and removed his foot again. Vince slowly sat up, rubbing his head and neck while I crouched down beside him. The worry must have been showing in my eyes because he immediately looked at me, “I'm ok babe, he's not as smart as he thinks he is…” Orin turned, “What's that?” But my boyfriend was already moving, his hand snatched the back of Orin's nearby calf and wrenched his leg right out from under him. Orin slammed down on his rear with a slap on top of the mats. My boyfriend rolled back, lining up with our “teacher” and then fired both his legs at Orin chest while he was still sitting there gamely. Both feet collided with the older man's chest and send him rolling across the mats.

Celinda had to shuffle over to avoid her partner as he tumbled onto the carpeting on their side. She leaned over top of him as it was now Orin's turned to lay sprawled out. I watched along with Vince as the exotic dark-haired figure kissed her partner's mouth slowly. She then straightened up tall and faced off with us; she silently lifted her arm in front of her and extended a single finger pointed straight at me. Vince laughed and slapped my hand without any warning – “Your turn babe!”

Those dark eyes stared hauntingly into mine as I stood up and stepped onto the mats. My toes pressing into the cushiony feel of them as I took a few paces from the side and walked out into the center. Celinda didn't make a move at all, merely lowering her arm back to her side and watching me. “So ya ready to wrestle?”…I offered happily to try and get some kind of response, but she didn't even twitch. I cocked my head to one shoulder, beginning to get a little annoyed with the way she wasn't doing anything…”Hey! I'm like talking to youuuu….” I waved my hand out in front of her face.

Like a snake she suddenly uncoiled herself and attacked, snatching my wrist out of the air as I waved my hand in front of her eyes. She made me yelp in pain as she jerked my arm really hard to stretch it over my head and draw me in close to her. I could literally feel the heat coming off her flesh as our bodies were only millimeters away from each other. “You wanted Celinda? You got Celinda!”…she twirled me like a ballerina to face away from her and drew my other arm quickly up into the air over my head. Before I could even think she had looped an arm around both of mine, using her slight height advantage to tie my arms up straight above me. “Gawd….no….fuck”….I shook my hips and stamped my toes into the mats but I couldn't pull away from her. “Shhhh….shhhh….Orin promised me I'd get to play with you…”…her lips right next to my ear and hushing me as she turned me to face my boyfriend and stroked her free hand down the length of my upper body. “He….he what?”…I mumbled at her, only to be ignored. She ran her fingers lightly along the hem of my cropped top that covered my heaving bronze breasts, several times. Each time her thumbnail would scratch at the exposed undersides of my 36Ds. She was taunting me while I shook my head for her not to pull up my babydoll top. Thankfully her hand drifted back down my flat stomach and she gave a few soft tugs now on the waistband of my shorts, drawing them more snugly against my body. My cheeks turned rosy red as I saw Vince staring dumbfounded at his girlfriend held helpless as a kitten before a dark-haired cat. She stroked her fingers like a brush up the side of my body and I could feel her breathing turning heavy in my ear. “It's a good hold, do you like it? I think your man does.”…she finally spoke again. “No! Now lemme go!”…I yelled back at her. “There are a few more things we have to show you yet…Orin and I…and a few more things we still wish to see”…and I was being released, she dropped my right arm and continued to hold my left above my head. I sucked in a quick, surprised breath as she spun me around for a second time – putting us face to face again with my arm held rigidly in the air.

I opened my mouth to speak and she pressed hers right over it, silencing me with a powerful kiss that took over my mouth. Her tongue was sweet and nimble and I found my own getting tangled up with it and my eyelids getting heavy. She pulled on my arm like she was pulling on my strings and I was a marionette. Each tug on my stretched-out limb made me grind my curves against her body, the satin underwear she wore feeling so soft against me.

She was wearing some kind of perfume that I'd never smelled before; it was like inhaling a strong drink. It made my head spin when I breathed it in while our two sets of lips seemed to fit perfectly together. The room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of my skin brushing against her underwear and the wet sounds of our deep kiss. I can feel the soft vibration of a purr pass from her body to mine through our close contact. Her other hand suddenly arrives at my hip and moves soft as a feather over the little bumps of my ribs, passing effortlessly right underneath the cut of my babydoll to press over my breast, skin to skin. Her touch was so soft, gently circling the outside of my D-cup, tracing its outline before giving it the gentlest of squeezes. I feel so warm inside and comfortable. I don't want to fight with her anymore.

“Sunny…..Sunny…….SUNNY!”….someone's calling my name, why do they gotta bother me right this second? I pull my lips away from Celinda's and realize it's Vince calling to me, trying to draw me back to reality as the exotic woman exploits my body on the mats. My warmth suddenly turns to anger as I look into Celinda's face and see her smile, seeing that the little hold didn't affect her, hardly at all. She was just playing with me! I jerked my arm back down and grabbed both of the straps of her satin top. I pulled her towards me with one yank to take her off-balance. She stumbled after me, then I suddenly laid my hands flat against her chest and followed my boyfriend's lead from earlier by giving her a huge shove backward before she could set her feet again.

Celinda bellows as she crashes back into the wall and almost collapses to the mats. I'm moving right after her, on top of her before she can lift a finger and pressing my body against hers. I use my ample curves to help pin the squirming dark-haired wrestler against the cool surface of the wall. My knee rises up between her thighs and plants into the wall behind her, sitting her up on my smooth thigh. I smile at her now as her struggling forces her to grind her satin-clad crotch down on my thigh every time. “Get her arms babe! You got her Sunny!”…Vince yells excitedly from the side of the mats. I oblige my boyfriend and with a little work manage to wrap my hands around her forearms and slowly force both arms up above her head, mounting her like a gorgeous butterfly on the wall. “Now then, time for us to talk…”…I look directly into Celinda's scared-looking dark eyes with my own baby blues. “I don't think ya really got anything to teach us, I think ya just brought us here to gauge the competition…”

“S-Sunny, that's…that's not exactly true!”…Orin stammers from the sidelines while Vince just looks totally confused. “Shut up Orin, those lessons were a joke and ya were only trying to kick Vince's ass! But I figured it out, and now Celinda can find out just how good the new kids are…”....I feel a shiver come from Celinda's frame as I hold it to the wall. I rock my head from one shoulder to the other as I regard my trapped opponent; the rush of power was coursing through me. It felt just like the first time I had stepped into the ring on Saturday. I had her, she was mine, and we were going to teach her and Orin a lesson for bringing us here. My nipples were so hard I thought they were going to tear through my T.

I watched the expressions that passed over Celinda's exotic-looking face. Fear, anger, and pure lust all showed in her features as I held her wriggling form to the wall. I could feel her growing warmer and warmer on top of my thigh, the satin of her thong growing hot and damp. The longer I held here there, the weaker she seemed to become. She began to seem almost hypnotized by her predicament; this exotic warrior was being held helpless by a blonde rookie she'd never even heard of. It became easier and easier to hold her wrists above her head, until I could easily do it with one hand holding both of them together. I stroked her tired face with my now freed hand. I ran the pads of my fingers over her red, panting mouth. My fingers followed her body's contours around the turn of her chin and along the pulsing veins in her throat. I felt her tense several times against the heat of my pressed body, my bigger breasts pressing hers up from underneath since she was a little taller. I very gently pulled each of the satin triangles that covered her milk-white globes out to the sides, revealing her full pink nipples. I heard Vince's breath get caught behind me. I could even hear Orin sputtering to himself in disbelief.

I took my hand away from Celinda's wrists and smiled as her arms just dropped like lead weights to her sides. “Got ya”…I stated simply to her face as I flicked each of her taut nipples with the edge of my fingernail in turn. She shook against the wall with each strike. I wasn't sure exactly what I was even going to “do” with her, but I was sooo enjoying the little power trip. I smiled at her as I patted the sides of her breasts and felt the swerve of her hips in my hands. Down below I could see that her legs were starting to buckle, only resting her damp crotch even more heavily upon my leg that was propping her up. I slipped my thumbs into the straps of her thong where they ran over her hips, lacing the satin around both digits. Then I closed my fists and used my grip on her panties to drag her hips forward and run her along my thigh until her hips touched my stomach and our bodies were tightly pressed. My hands slid back behind her as I released the thong, my palms crossing by each other until I was hugging the raven-tressed beauty against me in a bear hug. I breathed purposefully into her ear and bit the lobe.

A low moan issued from Celinda's collapsing body as I gently nipped her flesh between my teeth. My pulsing arms squeezed her ribcage and forced against her spine. I worked my arms in waves of power, squeezing her tight so she was drawn all the way up my leg. Then I would relax my clenching hug and let her slip back the other way across my sun-kissed thigh. I did it to the exotic wrestler again and again. Her breathing quickly rose to a pant; both Orin and Vince were standing closer now, transfixed. I had never done anything like this before but I seemed to somehow know what to do before I even did it. It was like my body knew how to beat her, knew how to make her surrender. I squeezed impossibly hard with my shaking arms and really gave her a hard grind down my leg, the friction hot to the touch. I watched my exotic opponent's dark eyes roll back as her mouth seemed to simply fall open. A loud cry of ecstasy issued from somewhere deep inside her body as she shuddered against me. Her mouth sloppily kissing at my cheek as she gave out and I felt the desire from within soaking her thong.

I was stunned at what I had just done, whatever it was. I gasped and released her wilting form from my arms, stepping back and letting the dark-haired wrestler off my thigh. She slid with a streaking sound down the front of the wall to her knees, where she swayed quietly before collapsing to the mat face-first at my feet. I looked over at Vince for some kind of direction but he looked as confused as I was. Orin came striding across the mat and put his hand on my shoulder…”Sunny you don't understand, it wasn't like you think…” I turned and lifted my knee right into his gut as hard as I could, so mad that he had wasted our time.

Our so-called teacher staggered away from me, both arms wrapped around his hurt stomach before he just fell onto his back and lay groaning. Both of our opponents were sprawled on the mats beneath us. Vince's look of confusion turned to a big smile; I couldn't help but match it as he looked at me. He walked quickly over to me and I felt the definition of his chest press against me, my arms wrapping around his neck while his arms encircled my waist. We kissed right there on the mats with Celinda and Orin both moaning in pain and lust. When our kiss finally broke, I looked at Vince with an astonished expression. His hard-on was pressing into my lower stomach through his trunks and it was as big as I'd ever seen it through the fabric. He smiled shyly…”What can I say? You're hot babe!”

My face turning an even deeper shade of red, I wanted to get out of there and be alone with my boyfriend. I turned and looked down on the pairing of Orin and Celinda. “I hope ya both learned your lesson, it's really mean to trick people like that. We thought ya were really gonna show us something, and ya just wanted to show off!” Vince walked by Orin's side and gave the man a hard kick in the ribs that made him groan louder. “Don't bother calling us again!” Gawd, I was so mad and so thrilled at the same time. Orin had tricked us just so he could see what we were made of, but we had also risen to the challenge and defeated him and his “friend” soundly.

After changing back into our street clothes, Vince and I both left together without another word to either of our opponents. They could've still been lying on the mats when we left for all I know, and I really didn't care either. I pressed myself tightly against Vince's side as the cold weather outside hit us on the way to the car. Vince had beaten Orin at his own game and I had defeated Celinda at hers. We both had worked perfectly together as a team to overcome the opposition. I kissed Vince's cheek and he hugged me tighter against his body as we reached the car. We quickly closed the doors against the biting cold and Vince started up the engine without saying a word. I curled up on top of my seat and laid my head down in my boyfriend's lap while he drove. I don't think we spoke the whole way home but we were both smiling quietly the entire ride.

Before we came to Orin's house, we weren't sure that we really had what it took to beat whoever we were going to be up against this Saturday. But after the way we had worked together to beat an older, more experienced pair – we knew we did. Orin and Celinda had taught us that lesson.

By Sunshine ([email protected])