The Saga of Lisa and Sara Continues
By Jayne Ellis.
Nearly two years had passed since that summer’s night: the night when Lisa had beaten Sara in a wrestling match. The match had been fairly fought and fairly grappled. Both girls had been in their late teens and had fulfilled a fantasy to wrestle pro-style. There had been no ring, but a large aerobics mat had sufficed, driven purely by improvisation. It had been fun fighting her old school friend, in private, wearing swimsuits and fishnet tights. It had been sensual and tactile and, above all, very arousing. Both girls had indeed gained more than just a friendly tussle. They had progressed to being lovers and had also learned so much about each others’ bodies. In fact, they had gained a lot during that intimate and highly torrid match.
Both girls had been eighteen when they both had decided to wrestle. On a mutual agreement, they had seen the bout through. It had been a fun challenge but Sara was still nursing the secret pain of losing. She had not spoken openly about it, nor had she hinted to Lisa that she felt occasionally disgruntled. Far from it. Life, love and friendship had continued as usual. The only sad aspect being that they were now at different universities and could only see each other during the term breaks. They were still loyal towards each other and neither girl had shown any desire to seek out another partner. So there was no issue there. But the time they spent away from each other seemed to put a dampener on everything. It was as if such erudite hiatuses were destroying the passion and the longing they once held for each other. It was like things were cooling off, losing its excitement. And that coupled with the occasional feelings of loss and devastation Sara felt it was pushing her towards despair.
Sara, in short, wanted to liven things up. She also wanted to even the score and wanted to experience the same fun that she had at Lisa’s home. But sensual fun aside, she still wanted to best her friend yet again in a fair wrestling match.
One weekend, Sara surfed the internet. The house that was let to college girls was empty as they had gone out to the bars and clubs. Sara had feigned a headache, just to be alone. It had worked and they all left her alone.
Sara looked at a series of websites that promoted female wrestling. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She familiarised herself with holds and moves. It was a vast underground world that seemed very popular. A world that university had taken her away from. But that was the trouble with college, it was what it was. It was a place of study and applying oneself to learning and nothing outside that really mattered. If people did harbour their own sensual delights and fetishes, then they hid them well. No one ventured to talk about the more, darker areas of human sexuality, or what the more sociology-minded would comfortably term ‘deviant’. Instead it was the usual hetro-chat about who was seeing who or who had broken up with who; or who fancied who. And that was as far as they ventured into anything sexual. The conversations were always ordinary, mainstream, and above all, dull, and lacked that certain patina of dangerous excitement. And as Sara surfed the net that night, her desires began to fulminate. She wanted to feel that adrenalin rush again; that feeling of doing something that the boring would no-doubt frown upon, or be too scared to speak of. She thought about the impending holidays and Lisa. She thought about wrestling Lisa again, but this time, more intimately. More intensely. In fact, more everything.
Sara smiled wickedly. The Christmas holidays were coming and it was true, as lovers, they had seen each other naked. They had experienced many sexual engagements in private, behind closed doors, yet it was still secret. They had not yet out of the gay closet; nor had they given anyone an inkling of their sexuality. And she longed for Lisa to simply ‘come out’ so that they could be more open and become more like a real lesbian couple. Sara simply hated the subterfuge of it all. But Lisa hadn’t been comfortable with that. She hadn’t been sure how her parents would have taken it or how they would have reacted. People nowadays were very accepting, but not everyone. Equality did make life easier and had improved the lives of gays and lesbians, but Lisa was still apprehensive about ‘coming out.’ It was like she feared the unknown; baulking at that ‘leap-of-faith’. She had stalled time and time again to the point where Sara felt lost and frustrated with it all.
Hell, what a quandary it was, thought Sara, and closed the computer down. She went to bed, and drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks later, Lisa had rang Sara and they chatted. Effulgent conversations and bubbly chit-chat was a much welcomed relief for Sara. It had been a few weeks since Lisa had called and now, they were both going home for the festive season. In the house, the other students had left. Sara thought it would be an ideal time to spend a weekend there with Lisa and invited her to stay. To her joy, Lisa accepted. The idea being that they could be alone and then travel home on the train together. It was a plan! And Sara was happy that she would be seeing Lisa again.
The days drifted by and the first wave of students left for home. Sara waved the last two off as they walked down the frosty path, taking careful steps towards the taxis that waited to take them to the railway station. When the last taxi left, Sara felt a wave of bliss pass over her. She was alone, in this large student house. Alone but for an occasional cat that often wandered inside to escape the cold. But that was okay. She was sure that the cat would be discreet.
Lisa had arranged to call at the house that afternoon. The weather had taken a turn for the worst so she had been delayed, but she still arrived.
A light snowfall had started early in the afternoon. Small flakes had drifted down, making the pavements look fluffy. Inside the old Victorian house it was warm and cosy, the gas fire set just right. She hadn’t discussed the possibility of wrestling with Lisa, but Sara knew that her friend would never avoid the challenge. She would always rise to it; whether for pleasure or the competitiveness of it. Sara was adamant that her lover would enjoy a wrestle. Her heart raced at the thought of grappling Lisa again. The sheer aspect of challenge and competition seemed to turn her on. It was an arousing train of thought. It was certainly true that they were friends and lovers - and secretly - rivals. But it was an amicable rivalry. There was nothing nasty about it. Even when they made love they would wrestle beneath the sheets to gain a dominant position, fingers knotted; warm breath against equally warm lips as they struggled and strained towards an eventual orgasm. But tonight, maybe they would find other pleasures to amuse them.
Sara had sat by the window, nursing a hot coffee, when a taxi drew up and Lisa opened the door and stepped out into the snowfall. She tugged out a small suitcase of the sort that had a handle and trolley wheels. She was paying the driver just as Sara rushed to open the front door. Stepping outside carefully, she paced to the front gate and threw her arms around Lisa.
“Wow, you must have missed me!” said Lisa as she gently extricated herself out of Sara’s strong embrace. “What a welcome!”
“Well, this is where I’ve been staying and I’ve got it all this weekend,” said Sara as she took hold of Lisa’s case. “It’ll be just you, me, and this cat that creeps in through the kitchen door. And that’s it.”
Lisa smiled. She looked over at the house. It was old and needed a bit of money spent on it. It was a five bed-roomed property that someone had apparently inherited from a late uncle. The beneficiary had never lived there; instead it was rented out to the university. They seldom saw the landlord. He was a middle-aged guy that occasionally came round and saw that everything was in order, and then vanished. The university paid him monthly and there was no trouble – and certainly no arrears. Though he hadn’t kept up with the repairs and the window frames looked rotten. The garden had become overgrown and the weeds had beaten the rest of the plant world into submission. It was like a mini forest, thought Lisa, as she walked up the path. The garden shed was on its last legs, and the windows were cracked. Even the front door seemed to be screaming out for a lick of paint.
“You stay at all the classy places, Sara,” joked Lisa as they went inside. “God, this placed is out of the ark.”
“It’s lovely and cosy, Lisa,” countered Sara as she defended the old place. “It’s been home for me for the last two years and I love the place. And besides, it’s got character.”
“Better you than me, love,” said Lisa as they entered the house. “I’ll bet it’s got a leaky roof.”
Sara laughed. The same old cynicism was there, but she was glad that Lisa had made it this weekend. Now they had the whole two days to themselves before having to vacate the premises by Monday morning; to leave for Christmas.
“Would you like some tea?” asked Sara as Lisa threw off her coat and settled down before the fire.
“Please,” said Lisa. “What a journey I’ve had!”
Sara smiled. She could imagine. The Christmas rush to do things created delays on public transport and the shops were packed. Everywhere you went people were doing last-minute-this and last-minute-that. It was so packed with people you could hardly move, and Lisa’s journey here by train had been a nightmare. She had been delayed by two hours. They had announced that one of the trains had broken down, or something equally apologetic, over the loudspeaker system. But it didn’t matter, and having arrived, everything had paled into insignificance. Now she was sat here, ensconced on an old sofa, drinking hot tea before a roaring fire. Bliss, she thought. Now I can rest up.
Sara sat down beside her lover and smiled. Outside, the snow began to fall. It was no longer a few flakes but really coming down. The pavements were covered in snow and the bushes were heavily flecked with white. The weather had worsened over the last ten minutes, and it didn’t look as if it was going to ease off.
“Anything planned tonight?” asked Lisa, hoping that there would be something to do this evening than just drink, watch television and bad-mouth their lecturers. “The weather is bad. I hope it clears by Monday morning.”
Sara smirked devilishly, and Lisa picked up on it immediately.
“What are you grinning about, darling?” said Lisa, as she started to smile. “What’s on your mind?”
“If only you knew,” said Sara intimately, smiling even more at Lisa’s quizzical expression. “I think you know what I want.”
Sara stood with her hands on her full hips. Lisa sensed what was coming. The stance gave it away; it was Sara’s posture of silent challenge, a dare. And Lisa knew that this would have come sooner-or-later. And tonight, stuck inside with a snowfall outside drifting down on them, made it an ideal occasion to get it on.
“You want a rematch, don’t you?” said Lisa openly. “Well, I’m game if you are. But let’s do it later, when I’ve recovered from that lousy journey here. I’m still beat, love.”
Sara’s mouth went dry with nervous anticipation. It was as if Lisa had read her very thoughts. It was obvious that she was so attuned to her that she could read her like a book. A strange mixture of both pleasure and heart-racing expectancy fired through Sara and she blushed. Lisa smiled and put her at ease. “It’s okay with me. I enjoyed our last wrestling match and was going to suggest an evening of wrestling since the weather outside is bad.”
“I’d love to, but we haven’t got our swimsuits this time, have we?” bemoaned Sara, disappointment clouding her face.
Lisa threw her head back and laughed. Sara’s pretence at modesty was a hoot. So she thought she’d just come out with it and get it over with.
“Let’s wrestle topless; we’ll wear thongs. I’m sure you’re cool with that, aren’t you?” said Lisa, her bubbly personality coming to the fore.
Sara nodded, a smile spreading across her face. Lisa was so open, so unfazed by it all. Sara didn’t know how to approach a potential match, but Lisa had thrown in the challenge. Now it was all about sorting out the room and talking rules.
The two young women chatted amicably and both were completely at ease. The atmosphere may have been charged with eroticism, but they still joked and cajoled each other into pushing the boundries.
“Pins or submission?” asked Lisa. “I’m game for either.”
But Sara was a bit sceptic about submission wrestling. Firstly she loved Lisa and didn’t want to hurt her lover; and secondly, she didn’t want their wrestling to become too competitive. That is when tempers frayed, and she didn’t want any fall-outs, so you settled for pins only. That was enough for tonight: a topless pin-fall wrestling match between them in the warm privacy of a student home while the snow came down outside.
As the light faded outside, the two young women drew the curtains. The front door was locked. The furniture was moved back to give them space and four large faux fur rugs provided a surface to grapple on. It was perfect. The fire gave a cosy orange glow and was enough to illuminate the wrestling area.
Sara was excited and her heart raced. Lisa was rummaging through her suitcase as her opponent slowly stripped, peeling her jeans off and pulling off her heavy sweater.
Lisa found a crimson coloured thong and began to undress as Sara nipped upstairs in near nakedness to change her underwear to one more suitable for hard wrestling. Lisa heard her in the room above. Drawers slammed. Then all was silent. Lisa was nude and slipped on the dark red thong, the fine cords gliding sensually over her full hips as the rear cord eased into the crack of her generous derriere. She adjusted the material which stretched sexily across her mound, covering her vagina. She eased her finger along the fine straps to make sure that that there wasn’t any twists or snags in the material. There wasn’t. So she sat down on the sofa, waiting.
The fire was electric and gave a soft, radiant haze to the room. She caught herself looking into the long wall mirror at the far end of the room and smiled, her bare breasts rising and falling, bathed in the soft light. She swept her long red hair back over her shoulders, and tied it into a simple pony tail. She fondled her breasts as she waited, knowing that shortly they would be jostling for dominance with Sara’s. Orb against orb.
Lisa moaned lightly at the thought of it. She loved Sara’s body; the warmness, the suppleness and the athleticism of it. She was also of a similar build but tonight, they would be testing their bodies to the limit in sensual rivalry. She settled back and closed her eyes, stretching her shapely legs. Her thighs were strong and toned, and she knew how to use them. They may have only wrestled once before, but she had learned well from that experience. She may have won that match, but she never underestimated Sara. She was never too complacent about such things. And she knew that Sara would be out to even the score. Off the mat, they may have been lovers. But on the mat, it was another story.
Sara came into the room. “Ready?” her voice betraying her enthusiasm.
Lisa smiled and said: “As always, darling.”
Sara stood there with her hands on her hips in the firelight, her breasts full and firm. She stood at the edge of the rug, her bare feet deep in the heavy faux fur. She wore a purple thong and Lisa liked what she saw. She slowly stood up, her eyes taking in her opponent. Sara looked lovely and she was certain that this match would be better than the last one. Last time they had grappled in swimsuits, encumbered by their callowness and inability to execute any intricate moves. Not as if they were expert wrestlers; far from it. But there was something in the air that made them both wary of the other.
Lisa wondered why Sara was so confident in her manner since she had lost the last match. But she simply put that as being paranoid. They were both even in build and strength and it was anyone’s match. It could still be anyone’s match as neither knew if they could genuinely beat the other.
Lisa stepped onto the soft fur. It was warm and snug and she felt the fibres tickle her soles.
“First to reach five falls?” said Sara as she began to settle into a half-crouch, her arms spreading in a classic wrestler’s stance. “No time limit?”
“Five falls and to hell with a time limit,” said Lisa, smiling. “Let’s have a great match.”
The two young women circled slowly. Lisa feigned and moved suddenly, her breasts shaking and wobbling. Sara stepped back, attentive to Lisa’s moves. But she decided to dive for Lisa’s legs in a hope that she could bring her down. Lisa side stepped and watched Sara fall to her knees. It was the worst opening gambit possible, and Sara knew that she’d made a huge mistake. She rolled onto her back just as Lisa turned and faced her. Lisa’s eyes were alive in anticipation. And Sara tried to turn onto her belly.
Still low, Lisa spun and threw herself across Sara’s upper body like a diver about to belly-flop. Sara was too late to roll away as Lisa swamped her. There was a flurry of arms and hands and they knotted fingers, Sara letting out a cry in frustration as opposed to pain. Lisa brought her upper weight down and grappled for position. She soon found herself prone, the full length of her opponent’s body, belly to belly, breast to breast, face-to-face. Sara struggled and tried to bridge her strong legs but Lisa had scissored one of them, making the move hard to accomplish. In defence, Sara tried to rock from side to side but Lisa was firmly planted. Sara tried again to bridge a leg and as her right knee rose, Lisa simply broke the scissors and snaked her calf around Sara’s, knocking the bridge flat.
Like lovers, they lay bathed in the firelight; Lisa fighting to take the first pin. Sara’s head was arched back, her teeth clenched as she tried to force Lisa off. But she was finding it quite an effort. She opened her eyes and saw Lisa looking down at her, the effort clearly visible on her face as she fought to contain her. Lisa was gasping as she drove Sara’s hands down against the rug. But she was finding it hard to secure the pin. Sara was nudging her hips against Lisa’s to turn her onto her back, but she was finding this equally hard.
Lisa lay the full length of her opponent, legs spread and planted for balance as the struggle continued. In a sensual missionary position, Lisa was still trying to secure a pin-fall, but Sara was twisting and bucking. It was impossible to take a three-count. Sara monetarily sensed Lisa’s pubic region push against her own. The sensitivity made her wince as they grappled. Was Lisa using sexfight tactics to weaken her? But Lisa suddenly shifted position and eased away, so it was obvious that wasn’t her game-plan. It was just by pure accident that their pubes were connecting.
Lisa went down lower to place her upper weight onto Sara, still pussy-nudging as they wrestled. Through her struggle, Sara felt Lisa’s soft orbs flatten against her own, pushing them out of shape as they came together in a hard, yet sexy proximity.
Sara groaned in despair. This was not the way she wanted the match to go. She had wanted to take Lisa down and force her into a powerful pin but instead she was flat on her back with her opponent piling on as much pressure as possible. This was not happening!
Lisa allowed herself a smile. She was besting her lover in wrestling and she was confident that the first fall would go to her. Sara lay beneath her, groaning and grunting to prevent a pin. Her teeth were clenched as she strained to twist out of the hold, but Lisa was low and settled.
Sara felt Lisa’s feet nudge her own, and she was parting her legs as she bore down on her. In the soft light of the fire, she saw Lisa’s smile and was filled with angst. This drove Sara to throw as much effort into getting Lisa from off her, and with a final cry, she jerked her left hip upwards and used her left shoulder to send Lisa over.
Lisa let out a cry of surprise!
Sara had swiftly reversed their positions and now she lay on her side, face to face with Lisa. Fingers still knotted, their struggle continued. But Sara was now smiling as Lisa’s expression turned to one of dismay. They mutually broke their grips and tried to grapple for the advantage, but Sara now threw herself across Lisa in a cross-pin. Lisa’s legs flew up and she went into a powerful bridge, but Sara had scissored her left arm and was battling to push down her right arm, her belly almost obscuring Lisa’s face.
Lisa let out a low moan of displeasure as she saw Sara’s right thigh and full bottom go taut. She was planted firmly across her upper body and how did Sara plan such a strategy by scissoring her arm. Had she had secret wrestling training or something? She pushed her legs down for all she was worth and bridged her young body. Her stomach muscles tightened as she strained to ease her way from under the other wrestler.
Sara found herself leering to herself. Lisa’s crimson thong was tightly drawn across her pubic mound, the material stretched so much that you could see the ridge of her vagina. Sara twisted and gripped Lisa’s left leg and tried to push it off balance. It was easy to do, but she knew that she couldn’t reach the other leg or else Lisa would escape.
Lisa was still bridging and was gently making headway. Sara’s belly was virtually smothering Lisa’s face, but as she turned her head to the side, her left cheek hard against the fur, she could at least breathe.
Lisa was expending a lot of energy, which was what she shouldn’t have been doing. But such was her desperation that she had no other choice. Inch-by-inch, she edged her way out of the smoother-press, her long red hair tousled and messy. It took a great deal of effort, but at least she saw an escape out the mess she was in.
Sara’s breasts bellowed and squashed against the faux-fur, the pointed tips buried into the shagginess. Lisa finally freed her right hand, but her arm was still trapped in her opponent’s scissor. Sara brought her belly down onto Lisa’s face, attempting a smother move to weaken her opponent, but it wasn’t working and Lisa finally escaped and pulled her arm out of the hold. She rolled herself onto Sara’s back and then slipped her arms beneath the other wrestler’s armpits and pulled off a swift full-nelson.
Sara swore as the hold bit and she felt her face being pushed down into the fur. Lisa now lay the full length of her back, her groin hard against Sara’s shapely buttocks, her generous tits flattened against her back.
Now Lisa was smiling again, happy to be wrestling and yet conserving her energy. She was dominating Sara again, and this time she could rest and recuperate what she had lost escaping from the cross-pin.
Sara felt the soft fur tickle her neck and jaw. She could hear Lisa’s breathing behind her ear; could feel her breath. Damn! The agility of that woman was amazing!
For five minutes the women groaned and gasped, the fire casting erotic shadows along the panelled walls of the living room. Lisa rolled over and pulled Sara with her, the full-nelson still in place. Lisa arched back and smiled as Sara arched with her, the shadows becoming even more erotic as the firelight traced the shape of Sara’s tits against the wall.
With Sara struggling yet lying above her, Lisa brought her strong legs into play. She quickly body-scissored Sara and allowed her vice-like hold to torture the girl. Sara groaned in pain. Her bare breasts bellowed for air as Lisa launched another assault on Sara’s body. Lisa was in her element; she was controlling Sara with ease.
“Argh!” cried Sara, her voice sharp in the room. “Easy!”
Lisa remembered that this wasn’t submission wrestling, so she eased off.
The pressure lessoned, Lisa swung Sara over and onto her side, the full-nelson still in place.
Sara grunted in effort as she tried to break free. She felt Lisa’s soft orbs flattened against her back. It felt warm and sensual but the discomfort outweighed such feelings. Such matters were the last thing on Sara’s mind. All she thought about was escape.
Lisa held her lover fast, gazing across at the warm fire. They lay on the sides, their lithe bodies spooned. Sara was twisting around, her strength being sapped against the hold. It was all about being patient and waiting, and when Lisa sensed Sara was tiring, she swiftly released the hold and spread herself again across her opponent.
Sara groaned in frustration as Lisa spread herself luxuriously on-top of her. Lisa was attacking and forcing her hands back against the rug, once again, piling her upper body down upon Sara’s.
Lisa lay between Sara’s thighs and enjoyed seeing her lover struggle and twist. She enjoyed wrestling, especially when being dominant. And she started to tease her opponent by resting her boobs against Sara’s, shunting her groin gently against the other wrestler’s.
They lay before the fire, struggling. It was a very intimate moment between the two wrestlers. Lisa moaned softly and clenched her teeth as she held Sara down. Sara’s breasts bellowed as she strained to move Lisa aside, her arms taut and her legs toned as they swam against the soft rug.
But Lisa was perfectly planted and began to take the three-count. And as Sara cried out, Lisa had reached three.
“Ah!” The triumphant remark came, and Lisa casually rolled away from her opponent. Sara slapped the rug in disgust. She rolled onto her left-hand side and breathed in deeply. Her full breasts flopped down as she ran a hand over her tousled hair. Her face held a look of defeat and loss. But she knew that she still had a match to fight.
Lisa got to her feet and adjusted her crimson thong, her long red hair cascading across her shoulders. She stood with her hands on her hips and smiled as Sara stood up and brushed her hair back.
“Wow – you certainly took that fall easy,” said Sara as she stood before the fire. “I wondered when I was going to get up.”
“You’re strong, love,” commiserated Lisa, “but you need to wrestle back. You need to use some moves.”
Sara came back to the rug and took a deep breath. “Ready for the next fall?”
“Sure am,” came the confident reply. And with that, the two young women circled each other. Sara crouched low, her eyes alive and intent. Lisa sensed her determination and went into a crouch. Their tits wobbled as each feigned and bobbed to look for an opening. Sara suddenly moved in and went for her opportunity. There was a flurry of arms and hands and then she felt Sara’s body hard against her. Before Lisa realised it, Sara had thrown her into a bear-hug and was squeezing her tightly. Lisa cried out as the vice-like grip bit. Sara was fighting back and wanted to level the score.
Lisa felt Sara’s fingers knot behind her waist, increasing the pressure. Lisa threw her head back in agony as she rode out the bear-hug, still stood in the centre of the rug. Instinctively, she brought her hands into play. She cupped Sara’s face and pushed, trying to force her opponent’s head backwards to break the excruciating hold. Lisa groaned as Sara pushed. They struggled in the centre of the rug, their legs trying to trip the other. Sara nearly overbalanced, but steadied and brought her right leg into play.
There was a sudden slap of flesh on flesh as Sara tripped Lisa, her strong thigh displacing her opponent’s.
Lisa let out a grunt of effort as she twisted and fell backwards, Sara expertly throwing her down.
Lisa hit the rug hard but the softness cushioned the impact. She opened her eyes, slightly dazed. Sara was taking control of the match and that sudden move had shocked her. Lisa was about to get up when Sara seemed to engulf her body with her own. Thrust backwards against the rug, Lisa locked fingers with her feisty opponent and struggled to roll her away. Sara’s ample breasts flattened against her lover’s as they wrestled for an advantage. Lisa grappled and saw the pulsating buttocks of Sara as she fought to maintain the upper position. The firmness of her derriere looked so muscular. The fine, purple cord of the thong had vanished deeply into the cleft as Sara widened her legs to prevent being rolled away.
Sara drove her upper weight down. She was containing Lisa well, and as they lay face-to-face, Lisa read the sheer determination in the other wrestler’s eyes.
Lisa tried to arch her legs up, but Sara snaked her legs wide and knocked them off balance, making sure that she had no means of escape.
Lisa felt Sara’s warm breath against her neck as she gasped in effort. Lisa let out a low moan as Sara took the pin after a three-count.
Lisa cursed as Sara rolled away, her hair splayed out against the soft rug.
“Well, you certainly pulled that fall back, didn’t you?” said Lisa as she sat up, her breasts full in the glow of the firelight. “I was nearly winded.”
Sara pushed her hair away from her eyes and smiled. “That was a great fall, well grappled.”
Lisa smiled and rubbed Sara’s shoulder, then rose slowly from the rug.
Sara pour out some orange juice into two glasses, then handed one to Lisa. Lisa looked fit and sexy in her minute thong. She was a good wrestler, but Sara knew she could best her if she kept on the attack. They had both come a long way since their first match. Now this was more serious, more intense. They had matured over the last two years, and their figures were more toned and womanly.
Lisa eyed her opponent and was aware of how equal they had grown as wrestlers. Sara smiled a knowing smile. Lisa looked beautiful and lithe, her strong thighs and nice bum made Sara’s heart race. Her breasts were firm and pert and she stood, drinking her glass of orange juice, the fire outlining her sexy form.
Lisa placed her glass down on the table, then gestured Sara to join her on the rug. Sara smiled and downed her drink. It was time to wrestle the next fall.
Lisa was adjusting her crimson thong. Sara brushed her long raven hair back, ready to start. They began in silence. There was no circling, no feigning. They simply came together with a dull thud of bodies and after a moments struggle, Sara snapped on a savage headlock. Lisa grunted as the vice-like hold bit, her head jammed between Sara’s generous hip and bulging bicep.
Sara smiled as she piled on some pressure. Not too harshly, but enough to tell Lisa she was well-and-truly caught.
The raven-haired wrestler was fighting on a high. She caught sight of her victorious form in the living room mirror and smiled. Her satin purple thong glistened in the firelight as she turned; Lisa’s shapely buttocks looking sexy in the process.
“Now I have you,” taunted Sara softly as Lisa groaned and gasped against the hold.
Sara slowly sank towards the ground and rolled onto her side. She held Lisa fast, her left knee raised for balance as the two wrestlers struggled and grunted. Lisa was really fighting to escape and was banging her feet down against the soft rug. But Sara was smiling. She knew that Lisa was tiring herself out by wrestling like that. There was no escape from this. And Lisa was caught fast between solid muscle and a soft breast.
Sara was relaxed. The soft faux-fur felt warm and luxurious beneath her supple body. She was glad that she was controlling this fall, glad that she was at last besting her opponent; an opponent who was both her lover and competitor. The room was starting to feel warm and there was nothing but the sounds of Lisa’s ragged breathing as she strained in effort.
Sara suddenly released the headlock and spread herself across Lisa’s upper body in a cross-pin. Lisa was still pounding the rug with the balls of her feet, but it was no use. Sara had taken an easy three-count and Lisa moaned her defeat as Sara raised a triumphant hand
Two falls to one!
That was what ran through Lisa’s mind as she sat up, pushing back her tousled red hair.
Sara was one hell of a force to be reckoned with!
Sweat glistened on the face of the beaten wrestler and Sara’s arm ached from maintaining such a hard hold for nearly four minutes. But she was feeling ebullient and confident. And this is all she had to do and that was to keep Lisa on the defensive, keeping tiring her. That was Sara’s End-Game.
Sara stood with her hands on her hips, her bare breasts thrust forward as Lisa got to her feet.
“You are some woman, Sara,” said Lisa as she towelled the perspiration from her face. “That was some fall.”
Sara smiled. At last Lisa was acknowledging her as a true competitor, a serious threat to her combative supremacy. And from the look of uncertainty that was clouding her face, Sara knew that Lisa had a real wrestling match on her hands.
Again, they began the next fall. But Lisa moved fast, much faster than Sara would have expected. And this surprised her.
Caught off kilter, Lisa quickly manoeuvred herself behind Sara and twisted Sara’s arm into a painful hammerlock.
Sara let out a cry as the pain tore through her bicep, her left arm twisted up her back as Lisa struggled behind her.
Sara grunted and felt the arrogance of Lisa’s groin buffeting against her derriere. Sensuality mingled with agony as Sara felt the material of Lisa’s thong against her bare bottom. She also felt Lisa’s tits stabbing her in the back, too. It was a sexy sight in the mirror, to see one woman controlling another. But Sara wished it was her doing the controlling and not Lisa.
Sara’s bare breasts seemed to bellow in the firelight. Lisa’s grinning face hovering just behind her shoulder.
God, this was humiliating!
Sara let out a groan in despair. She was not feeling too victorious now. And the hammerlock was extremely painful!
Sara tried to reach over with her free right hand and attempted to cup Lisa’s head. It was a desperate move and she didn’t know if she was skilled enough to pull off what she had in mind. She had seen wrestlers pull off a snap-mare many times. But this was not play acting. This was not a scripted fight. This was pure wrestling, and she wasn’t that well versed in such moves.
Again, she tried to throw Lisa but it was no use. Lisa was twisting her arm even further and she suddenly brought her right arm into play and tripped Sara to the rug.
Sara let out a surprised cry, and fell to the rug. The softness cushioned her fall. She felt her arms flop out as if she had been dropped from a great height, her tits spread as she lay on her back.
Lisa quickly dropped to her knees and dived between Sara’s thighs. Like lovers locked in coitus, Lisa gripped Sara’s wrists and held her hard, grinding her pubic bone sensually against Sara’s. She didn’t mean to gyrate or attempt to sexually arouse the other wrestler. It was only through their struggle did this happen. And Lisa felt the first sensual wave of delight surge through her body.
Lisa’s bare orbs jiggled against Sara’s as they wrestled. Sara was twisting her legs and trying to bridge and roll Lisa away, but Lisa rode her well, keeping the position in place. It was hard to subdue Sara, but Lisa wanted to take this fall and was determined to have her way. It was hard body-to-body wrestling and Lisa sensed the first signs of sweat lubricate their jostling breasts.
Lisa strained and fought hard as Sara tried to displace her, but Lisa had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Sara felt Lisa’s legs sliding against her own and like a vine, she felt them rub against her calves. Suddenly she couldn’t move. It was like she had been completely incapacitated. She couldn’t move her legs.
Lisa let out a howl of delight. The grapevine had worked. She had watched a video of women wrestlers use this move and she had pulled it off.
Ah!
A wave of jubilation surged through Lisa as Sara’s defeated form was held fast. It didn’t take much to take an equalising fall, and the fall was well and truly taken.
Two all!
Lisa saw fear in Sara’s eyes as she held her just that little longer to send out the message. Then she suddenly released Sara and rolled onto her front.
Sara swept her hair away from her face. Lisa lay prone, smiling. Her legs spread on the soft rug. She angled herself up on her elbows, her tits partially submerged into the fur, displaying her deep cleavage.
“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” asked Sara. “Have you been taking private wrestling lessons?”
Lisa smiled broadly and shook her head. “I just watched a few female wrestling videos and learned some moves. You learn a lot from watching videos.”
Sara sat up, a patch of sweat now visible across her breasts. Lisa rolled onto her side, her thighs showing an incipience of perspiration. The fire was warm and the two women weren’t sure whether the fire was on too high or if it was the result of their wrestling match. Either way, no one went to turn the fire to a lower temperature. Both wrestlers secretly found the perspiration sexy on the other.
The women wrestled on for another twenty minutes. In that time there had been no intricate moves and it had mainly consisted of rolling around and cross-pins. They had both lost track of time, and in the semi-darkness, their only thoughts were to pin the other – which was no proving to be harder with the passing minutes.
Both women were even in build and strength and as time passed they grew more slippery with perspiration.
Falls came and went. Victory and equalisation both frustrated and elated them. Both wanted to dominate the other and take a brilliant fall, but all they could achieve was sweaty cross-pins or missionary full body pins, in between losing their grips and rolling around comically as if oil wrestling.
Lisa called time and they parted virtually breathless. Both women had agreed to stop so that they could towel down. They had wrestled for another ten minutes and both were now equal at four falls each.
That meant just one fall for victory.
Lisa’s hair was damp with sweat and her face was red. In the firelight, her near naked body glistened with sweat and she smiled at her opponent with respect. The wrestling match had been a hard one and Sara smiled back. There was a nice atmosphere of mutual respect and each knew that no matter who would take the final fall, would have truly earned it. To have wrestled for nearly an hour in their topless intimacy had been a brilliant experience. Both women knew that they would wrestle again. It was something that each enjoyed and was proving to be sensual, too.
Sara’s hair hung lankly across her fine shoulders. Her tits were full and reddened with pressure marks. They had jostled and banged against Lisa’s for nearly an hour. Lisa’s body, too, bore the hallmarks of a hard wrestle. And as she stood by the fireside, leaning on the surround, Sara smiled in readiness to grapple the next fall.
Sara downed the last of the perspiration from her face. This had been quite a contest, but she wasn’t finished yet. Even though her limbs ached and felt stiff, she was happy in the knowledge that Lisa was feeling the same, too.
“Let’s finish this,” said Lisa as she spread her fingers out in a classic grappler’s stance.
“Yes, let’s,” said Sara with a certainly coldness in her voice. And with that, both women locked and knotted fingers.
Lisa and Sara grunted and strained as their arms were set at a quarter-to-three. With their jaws on each other’s shoulders, they grappled for all they were worth in their test of strength. Once again, their tits jiggled and squashed against the other. Soft flesh seemed to meld into soft flesh and their pert nipples tickled in their sensual proximity.
Lisa let out a low hiss through clenched teeth. Sara grunted and let out a low moan as she wrestled back, trying to bend Lisa’s wrists back. It was very hard to do as each wrestler was near exhausted. It had been a tough match between the two topless twenty year olds. Probably the toughest match they would ever fight. But it was one were as wrestlers, they had gained the other’s respect.
Their first match had been nothing short of play acting, a callow roll-around: two teenage eighteen-year-olds fumbling about in one-piece swimsuits trying to emulate the more skilful pro-style wrestlers. But this match had proved to be more trying, more testing. And for two young women, it had pushed them beyond the boundaries of endurance.
Lisa and Sara spread her legs for balance as their inched round, their legs taut and firm, settling onto the balls of their feet.
Sara caught sight of Lisa’s excellent buttock in the living room mirror, their struggle evident as their muscles pulsed and flexed. Knotted fingers tight, their hands shuddered and quivered. It was an impasse. A perfect stand-off. Both women groaned and strained in their mutual struggle but Lisa was finally starting to take the advantage. Sara knew that Lisa was going to bend her wrists back and her arms were gradually and painfully, eased behind her back.
Lisa pinned Sara’s arms back, a fresh sheen of sweat glistening on her face. She stabbed her tits into Sara’s as she forced her opponent down towards the rug. There was no look of victory on either of their faces. Neither took any advantage for granted.
Using her upper weight, she pushed Sara down against the ground and held her fast. Slightly arched, Sara’s body was forced against the softness of the rug. Her dark hair was messed up and spread across the whiteness of the fur. It was an intense intimacy, and the heat from their near exhausted bodies was torrid.
Sara felt slippery again with sweat. She didn’t know if it was hers or Lisa’s, but once again she felt as if her body was lubricated against Lisa’s. It was breasts-on-breasts, yet again. Soft orbs or warm flesh seemed to meld into the other as they fought on valiantly, both fighting sportingly as they wrestled their all.
Lisa on the attack, and Sara defending as Lisa tried to push her upper weight down, it seemed like the match was going to go on into the night. She was tired and she knew that Lisa was equally as tired. There was no flurry of limbs or fast wrestling or swift holds. This was now a sweat-fest, a slow-moving match that was more about trying to pin the other than snapping on moves. And it was very difficult to find an advantage.
Both wrestlers rolled around the rug, gasping and groaning. The sounds of despair and elation punctuated the dimly lit room. Sara was on her knees at one point, behind Lisa, her arms around Lisa’s waist. But her grip was moist and Lisa soon struggled free.
Lisa was on all fours, her full tits, hanging down like an animal’s, trying to reach the corner of the rug. In confusion and sheer exhaustion, Sara dived on her back and rolled Lisa over with her. Lisa cried out as Sara twisted her away, and flopped her perspiring body across her. Lisa let out a scream of near frustration, unable to move her opponent. And with that, Sara took the three-count effortlessly, using her weight as opposed to any strength.
Sara literally slid away from Lisa’s beaten body. Both wrestlers lay on their backs, supine and damp with sweat, gasping for air.
“God, what a wrestling match that was,” said Sara. She felt achy and stiff. Her legs and arms hurt as she tried to ease herself up. Lisa rolled onto her side, her belly mirrored with perspiration in the firelight. Her thong looked damp. And as Sara looked down at her own purple thong, she too, noticed the darkened patches of sweat.
Lisa sighed her defeat. She pushed her wet hair back and angled herself up. But deep down, she knew that their bodies would meet again. It was inevitable that they would wrestle another bout. She knew that she would have to challenge Sara to another match one day, and she was sure that Sara would accept.
That comforting thought made Lisa smile.
Sara made it to her feet and padded barefoot over to the window. She peered through the curtains. The street was carpeted in snow. It was getting late, and they had been so engrossed in their wrestling match that time had ground on.
Sara enjoyed the feeling of the cool glass against her hot breasts and forehead. A warm body pressed itself behind her, and she smiled as she looked round. Lisa kissed her shoulder, and then looked up. Christmas was just a week away.
“Are you ready for bed?” whispered Lisa into her lover’s ear.
“I am,” said Sara. “God, I am beat.”
“Nice match, you deserved to win,” said Lisa as she gently eased her lover away from the window. “I’m ready for the next fall upstairs.”
Sara laughed. “Have you got the energy for it?” she joked.
Lisa gave her lover’s tits a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure I can muster another fall under the sheets.”
Sara laughed. She turned and kissed her perspiring lover French-style, enjoying the sensuality of their tongues.
Lisa broke away from the embrace, and then turned the fire off. Then the two wrestlers went upstairs to wrestle a more intimate fall beneath a large double duvet.
