Thank you tgfp. I can't wait to see how that plays out. The great thing about reading others' stories is that's its always more exciting - we have more of an idea how our own will go.
While we're waiting for a continuation, I decided to write a little *embellished* version of Tiff's match with her friend Cat.
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Tiffany-Lea and her friend Catherine had been watching some movies at Cat's house one sunday evening. Both were wearing short denim skirts and black tights. Cat had on a white t-shirt, while Tiff was wearing a black blouse. They'd both kicked their shoes off and were sitting on the couch.
As soon as the credits began to roll, Tiffany snatched up the remote and began flicking through the channels, pausing briefly on each one – among them a women's pro-wrestling match.
Cat rolled her eyes, “That's soooo fake – those girls can't even fight. I could probably beat them.”
“They're still very fit athletes,” said Tiff, before deciding to tease her friend a bit, “Besides, you're not that tough.”
“Says who?” says Cat with a fake-haughty tone.
Tiffany put the remote down, before immediately diving across the couch, sliding one knee over Cat's thighs and moving to sit in her lap, facing her, effectively pinning her down on the couch.
“Says me!” laughs Tiffany.
“Oh, you wanna wrestle me now, huh little girl?” teases Cat.
“It's hardly wrestling,” says Tiff, “I've already pinned you.”
“Puh-lease!” shouted Cat.
At the same time, she put her hands on Tiffany-Lea's breasts and shoved. Tiff gave a small yelp as she was pushed off her perch, landing hard on the carpeted floor.
“Owww...” muttered Tiff, rubbing her sore butt.
Catherine wasted no time, lunging forward off the couch and practically throwing herself atop the smaller woman. Their breasts pressed together, Cat's bigger pair flattening Tiff's tits and forcing her down flat on her back. Tiffany bucked her hips upwards in powerful thrusts, each time nearly throwing Cat off, but the big girl managed to keep her position, and moved to straddle her friend.
Tiff reached out, grabbing a handful of shoulder-length brown hair and twisting to the side, thrusting her hips up at the same time, and trying to roll. Cat cried out a small “Hey!” as her hair was pulled, before she was rolled over.
They rolled twice across the carpet before Cat found herself on her back, with Tiffany-Lea's leg across her waist. Tiff moved to slide on top, and Cat immediately grabbed her friend's thighs – gasping softly in surprise at how muscular Tiff's legs were.
Before Tiff could get comfortable, Cat used the hold on her legs together with a swift bucking motion to toss the blonde off.
They rolled back and forth across the floor for quite a while. Every now and then, one girl would get on top, smiling down at her opponent and taunting her, saying thighs like, “Gotcha” or “Who's the tough girl now.” Even so, it was clear they were both starting to get a little frustrated.
Tiffany-Lea got her leg over Cat's stomach, using it as a lever to force the brunette down on her back before sliding atop her. Cat grunted a soft “Damn it,” under her breath as she was pinned for what must have been the sixth or seventh time.
Both girls were by now quite sweaty and tired. Their skirts had ridden up almost all the way, and their shirts were starting to stick to their bodies – Tiff's grey bra clearly visible, while Cat's nipples poked quite clearly through her white t-shirt. Cat lay back, gasping for breath.
“Wanna quit?” asked Tiff.
“I'll make you quit,” panted Cat, “You cocky...”
Tiffany, more than a little frustrated, suddenly slapped Cat across the face, “Why don't you just give up, huh?!”
Cat's hand lashed out, grabbing Tiff's hair and, in a sudden burst of energy, yanking the blonde from her perch. Tiffany-Lea tried to use her legs to regain control, but Cat quickly scissored the blonde's thigh, rolling on top.
Taking advantage of her size, Cat tried to press her breasts into Tiffany's face, hoping to force the blonde to submit. Tiffany turned her head, scowling in disgust at having Cat's sweaty chest forced into her face. Tiff's free leg kicked straight up, before she tried to wrap it around Cat's body. Before she could so so, however, Catherine grabbed her leg under the knee.
Tiff struggled madly, but could do nothing to stop Cat grabbing her other leg and nearly folding her double – pretty much matchbooking her against the couch. Cat rose above her trapped friend, smirking down at her between her own legs.
“Not so tough now, are ya?”
Tiff strained with her legs, pushing against Cat. The brunette grunted, trying to use her weight to fold Tiff into submission.
Suddenly, the carpet slid back, and Cat lost her balance, falling to her knes. She'd also lost her leverage, and her grip on Tiff's ankles, allowing the blonde to straighten her legs with her knees hooked over her friend's shoulders.
Cat could see Tiffany's white panties through her black tights, and just had time to gasp “NO!” before Tiff's muscular legs clenched tight around her head. Cat struggled furiously, even slamming two punches into the back of Tiff's rock-hard thigh. Ultimately, however, she was trapped, and between her own exhaustion and the immense pressure of Tiff's thighs, she couldn't go on.
Tiffany felt Cat mumble something into her crotch, and released her legs ever so slightly, using a handful of brown hair to yank Cat's head back.
“What's that?” asked Tiffany-Lea sweetly, “Do you give up.”
“Uh-huh...” Cat nodded, “Yeah... you beat me.”
Tiffany unhooked her legs and rolled Catherine onto her back, before standing up and smoothing her skirt back down. Smiling to herself, Tiff walked back to the couch and sat down to rest.
Catherine took a little longer before standing up, tugging her skirt roughly into place and not bothering to smooth it down as much. Glancing at Tiff out the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if that carpet hadn't slipped.
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So that's that. Of course, the reality wasn't quite as interesting – they were talking, decided to try and wrestle one another; rolled back and forth for a while, Tiff was on top more often and just managed to wear Cat out.
Of course, that's the great thing about fantasy – it's always a little saucier. In reality, both girls are still good friends, but in this strange, sexy world we live in, I'd like to think Cat would one day like a rematch.
Peace.
