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My Introduction By Jayne.
It is often the case that we sometimes take for granted the idea that we know people. I mean, really know people. Yet what happened to me and how I came into the underground female wrestling community seems surreal. At times I can hardly believe it; can hardly believe that I had agreed to wrestle in the first place. But I did and the rest is now history.
My story begins with Jackie, a girl I first met while on a word processing course eight years ago. We had sat beside each other and during the course became firm friends. It is a friendship that continues to this day. We went around together, shopped, dined and holidayed together, and yet I was never aware she was bi-sexual until one night, having drank more than both of us should have. And with our defences down we talked. Alcohol had had its night and the inhibitions came down. We talked more intimately than normal, and although I was not exactly shocked by the revelation of her sexual preferences, I was surprised that I’d never picked up on it. But it mattered little to me, and we just sobered up the next day and carried on as normal.
The wrestling discussion came two months later when I was at her house in Flint, North Wales. She discussed her fantasies over a few glasses of wine. She told me that she’d always had an interest in female wrestling and that she had seen a few websites that dealt with the subject, as well as spoken to some women online that had actually wrestled. Well, this did take me aback. I gazed at my friend in bemusement. Was she truly serious? I sat back and drank some more, listening to her talk. And she seemed very knowledgeable about the topic which many find taboo.
We discussed this further and she beckoned me to her laptop computer and together, we looked at a few wrestling websites and saw pictures of very competitive women.
I was intrigued, and yet, not interested to the levels of Jackie, who suddenly asked me if I would like to try it. It was something I had never expected her to ask – never in a thousand years.
I laughed as I didn’t take her seriously. What, me? Jayne from the city of Chester - a female wrestler? It sounded preposterous: a medical receptionist by day and a grappler by night? It just made me smirk until it dawned on me that she was choosing me to wrestle because we were close and had been long-term friends. In fact I felt she had trust in me to indulge and join her in her fantasy.
“So, fancy trying it?” She said casually. She didn’t push it. She simply asked in the same sort of tone as if she was offering me a new flavour of yogurt.
“Why not” I joked and thought no more about it until the next evening when she rang me. It was then that we actually discussed our match and attire and rules and what followed conversationally blew my mind. I had only gone along with it out of fun and now we were talking to me as if I was a potential opponent in readiness for a combative meeting. And when she suddenly said let’s wrestle topless, I just turned to stone. It took me a few days to agree and talk myself into thinking it was all in the name of fun. But even so, I still felt nervous. And even more so that following Sunday, which was the day of our match.
I was driving over to her place with my sports bag, towels, thongs and orange juice on the back seat. My heart was racing and my mouth felt that aridness that only a bout of nervousness could cause. On my arrival, Jackie answered the door wearing a long white towelling robe and her hair was tied back. She stood barefoot and smiled as I walked into her home.
“Well, you’re very enthusiastic,” I said as I felt the butterflies begin to stir. “You’re all ready.”
“It’ll be fun,” said Jackie. “It’s just between friends.”
We talked for a few minutes. I could see that she was trying to calm me, and she invited me to change upstairs in the bedroom. Smiling nervously, I climbed the stairs and laid my sports bag out on the bed. I undressed in silence. I knew I was fit and had always exercised regularly and my body was proof of that dedication. Jackie was the same height as me, about 5’ 5” and looked to be of a similar weight and as I disrobed and slipped on my red thong, I caught myself looking into the full-length mirror.
My breasts were C-cup and firm. The cords of the thong rode smoothly across my hips. My thighs were toned and I felt good enough to match my friend: a friend that would soon be my opponent. I sighed. I just hoped that no one was going to get injured.
I slipped on my short black satin wrap and went downstairs, padding barefoot towards the living room.
When I opened the door, Jackie was all ready waiting and stood in readiness for our match. She was wearing nothing but a tiny dark blue thong. Her breasts were full and we both looked very evenly matched.
Jackie smiled as I slipped off my wrap. “Wow, you look really good, Jayne,” she said appreciatively. “I can see I’ve a real challenge ahead of me.”
I didn’t know if that was said out of respect for me as a wrestler or if it was her bi-sexual leanings coming into play. I grinned to hide my nervousness. My heart was pounding. What the hell are you doing, Jayne? I mused. You must be mad!
There was no backing out now.
“We’ll wrestle for 20 minutes and we’ll see who can get the most pins – ok?” Said Jackie. “Does that sound agreeable?”
“Ok,” I said. I adjusted the straps of my thong and felt the cord sink comfortably into my derriere. And as we both smiled, we approached each other cautiously.
It was a clumsy opening and we instinctively locked into a bear-hug. I felt her breasts connect with mine, their softness giving against the other. Her orbs flattened against mine as we wrestled on, our chins resting on each other’s shoulder. We struggled awkwardly, legs trying to trip the other, grunting as our thighs slapped flesh against flesh. Hands gripped arms and shoulders. It was the action of two novices trying to find a way to topple the other. It was an awkward struggle and we giggled through our first moves. It was as if we were learning as we went along.
Instinctively, I swung my arm over her neck and standing thigh to thigh, caught Jackie in a headlock. Jackie moaned her displeasure but I held her and using this advantage, successfully tripped my friend and took her down to the mat. I threw my body across hers to pin her but she turned onto her front and I lost control. I placed her back into a side headlock and began to squeeze. Jackie left out a muffled groan as I twisted her round and forced her back against the mat. And face to face, I spread my body across hers.
I had never lain on top of a woman like this before. It felt strange and intimate, not naturally competitive.
It was a sensual moment and within our proximity we locked eye contact.
Like lovers we lay belly to belly as she bucked her groin against mine, trying to displace me. But I simply clamped her legs with my own and rode her energy-sapping gyrations, trying hard to keep her arms against the mat. Our fingers knotted as I brought my full weight down, my teeth clenched as I willed myself to pin her.
She tried to bridge her body but my legs held her and constricted her movement. For a moment I thought I was sure to pin her, then suddenly, she thrust her hip violently against mine and I was rolled off. With my scissors still holding her, Jackie lay above me. We were now wrestling in a reverse position, and she thrust her breasts down against mine. Again, her orbs jigged sensually against mine and I felt her breath against my cheek. But she was besting me, and I saw no way out of this trap.
We wrestled in a flurry of hands and arms but she had forced her top weight against me. I was pressed against the mat. I felt that my arm strength was no match for hers and she gripped my arms and held me down. I struggled to roll her away, but I felt my strength fading. I was helpless. I didn’t escape the three-count and releasing Jackie from my failed scissor hold, I rolled onto my side as she got to her feet. I had given her the fall after just two minutes into our wrestling match. I cursed my terrible performance. I felt small as I lay on my side as Jackie got to her feet. My eyes sank sadly to the mat. She had taken the first fall.
As I slowly stood up, Jackie adjusted her Blue thong and smiled. I smiled back. Jackie looked fit and didn’t seem to be out of breath. My thighs felt stiff all ready, so I wasn’t in such high spirits.
“Jayne, you should wrestle back. You nearly had me there,” Jackie said. “You need to fight me.”
“I know,” I said. “But the match isn’t over yet.” I smiled thinly. It didn’t hide my shame at giving up a fall so easily. I took a deep breath and looked up towards the ceiling, my long hair cascading across my shoulders. This wrestling lark was hard work.
“Ready for the second fall?” said Jackie.
“Ok,” I said as Jackie bobbed on the balls of her feet enthusiastically, her tits bouncing in readiness to start again.
Sighing inwardly, I approached her and our fingers locked tightly. We stood breast to breast and entered into a test of strength. I gasped in my effort to force her arms back and she mirrored my strained sounds of exertion. I pushed into her, our chins settled on each other’s shoulders as we grappled for ground. Once again, her full breasts battled with mine. At one point she seemed to be getting the better of me and I felt my wrists begin to ache. But I made up the lost ground and with a final cry, I twisted her arms backwards and behind her back. Using my top weight I forced her down onto the mat, sensing her legs buckle. I lay above her once again and twisted her arm further. Jackie let out a cry of pain as her muscle protested at the hold. I smiled at my advantage, although we had not agreed on a submissions match but pins only. I released her hands and threw myself across her, my belly partially smothering my friend’s attractive face. I did a three count as she tried to buck my off. Her hips and groin were thrust upwards and I saw the material of her thong strain tightly across her pubes. A wisp of pubic hair peeped out from the side of that sensual-looking ‘V’, the micro-fibre shiny beneath the lights.
I grinned fiendishly, feeling my nervousness dissipate. It was amazing what you focused on when wrestling. And seeing the look of utter defeat in my friend’s face gave me immense pleasure.
But I had took this fall and stood proudly on the opposite side of the mat. Jackie rose to her knees and flicked her long brown hair back. She smiled in genuine admiration as she breathed in deeply, her orbs now starting to glisten with the first signs of sweat. She then got to her feet.
I walked off the mat and drank some orange juice as Jackie helped herself to a bottle of water. We had wrestled only five minutes and all ready my arms ached.
“Good wrestling, Jayne,” said Jackie with genuine admiration. “You deserved that fall. I really felt your strength there. It was awesome.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m starting to get into this”.
Jackie smiled and brushed her hair back then returned to the mat. I placed my drink down and settling into a half crouch, we both sprang at each other in the centre of the mat. We struggled and Jackie swiftly got behind me and thrusting her hands below my armpits and held me firmly in a full nelson. I groaned my angst as I felt her groin grind against my thronged bottom. “Caught you,” I heard her utter as I tried to hook a leg around her calf. But she held me too tightly. It was a firm hold and her breasts dug into my back softly. I struggled further and tried to cup my hand around her neck and skull, but I couldn’t, so I gently dropped to me knees. The full-nelson was still in place. Jackie followed me to the mat and swung me onto my side. She quickly released the hold and I saw her body come down upon mine to get a full-body pin. I brought my legs up and she groaned in frustration as she was pushed away. My knees dug into her belly. Jackie rolled onto her side which allowed me to get up. As Jackie rose I swung my legs up and caught her head and clamped her tightly into a head scissor hold. Jackie fell backwards, her legs flying up and let out a gasp of surprise, her legs splayed out as she fell backwards against the mat. I threw my head back, my hands against the mat for balance. I was wrestling skilfully and Jackie’s sounds of discomfort were all the proof I needed.
Locking my ankles to secure the hold I gazed down at my opponent. Her head was obscured by my muscular thighs and her bare breasts rose and fell as she started to breathe hard. Her body looked taut and toned within the hold. And as I placed more pressure into the scissors, I saw Jackie start to bridge her athletic body.
I began to feel empowered and was beginning to enjoy having my way with Jackie. Her thong strained tightly as she squirmed against my hold, and remembering that this was a pins match, I swiftly relinquished the scissors and pounced onto the other wrestler.
My upper body covered Jackie’s head and face. Suffocating beneath my full orbs, I felt I was besting her fairly. It was now that we were truly wrestling. And I felt that our moves were starting to become more adept.
We entwined legs and arms and rolled tightly together across the mat, feeling the mingling of our own perspiration. Her breasts felt slick against mine, as if like they were like the lubricated parts of a machine. Her belly felt damp against mine and after ten minutes on the mat, we were both beginning to feel the fatigue of our match. We had one fall each and we both knew that we were half way into our bout and was fighting hard for another, decisive fall.
In a flurry of hands and arms, I caught Jackie in a reverse head lock - and while on my knees – I marvelled at the way her body arc-ed backwards. Again, I knew it was not a submission match and released her to roll fully onto her supine body.
But she swiftly rolled onto her front, making a pin impossible.
I groaned in despair. Once again, I was wrestling well but unable to contain my opponent. It felt so frustrated and as we wrestled body on body, my mind drifted away momentarily from the match. I wondered if I would wrestle her again if I lost; or someone else? Would I be comfortable taking up this sport as an erotic hobby?
Various emotions and feelings tore through my mind. Sweat and gasps and groans were coming frequently as we knotted limbs both sensually and painfully.
I swung my thigh across Jackie’s belly and manoeuvred myself sexily between her legs in a desperate effort to gain a full-body pin. But suddenly, a swift burst of effort propelled me over and I saw Jackie slide over me, her sweat-sheened breasts full and powerful as they slipped against my own. Our groins locked as we grappled body-to-body. She took the pin effortlessly and giggled as she rolled away from my defeated form.
I swore and rolled onto my side, slapping the mat in haste. I was losing and we had no more than five minutes left to go. I was down and felt down. I was really going to have to fight now to pull back so much lost ground.
Jackie stood up and calmly adjusted her thong. She looked toned and beautiful and her body glistened from our hard wrestle. She stood with her hands on her hips, breathing in deeply, her full breasts damp through exertion. But I was under no illusions that I must have looked the same, too.
I slowly got to my knees, and as I did she gripped my head in a reverse headlock and threw herself backwards. I cried out my surprise as I was swung into a throw and flipped over against the mat.
My body slapped the surface of the mat. And before I knew it, Jackie was across my upper body in a cross pin and had taken yet another three count.
I looked up at her as she grinned down at me. I said, “Of all the sneaky….”
“Ah ah ah!!” Jackie cut in, “We are wrestlers on the mat. This is competition.”
“Bitch.” I thought. And suddenly, I dived for her legs. I lost my temper and went in for the kill.
She let out a shocked cry as I wrapped my arms round her claves and pulled her off-balance. She fell hard and her body slapped the mat a tad more harshly then she would have wanted it to. Before she knew it, I was across her heaving body and taking hold of her leg, hooking her into a pin and taking an easy three count.
I laughed as our sweat mingled, still holding her so that I could savour her defeat.
“Now, that’s wrestling,” I said as I slowly released her. “All’s fair on the mat, like you said.”
Jackie smiled. It held a bit more venom than it was meant to but at least she knew I meant business now, even though I was a fall down.
Jackie got to her feet and to my surprise, suddenly removed her thong. She simply hooked her thumbs into the fine cord and eased her the skimpy material down her thighs, then removed it. She then tossed it onto the sofa and stood stark naked before me.
I was not going to be intimidated!
I threw my hair back and slipped off my red thong and flung it across the room. I watched it join Jackie’s on the sofa, the damp material twisted and scented through our hard struggle.
We stood on the mat standing before each other, completely nude. Sweating and breathing deeply, we circled each other. I was alert and looking for any potential opening. Our eyes were attentive on the other for sudden movement as we looked for areas to attack. I hadn’t intended to wrestle naked but wasn’t going to let her scare me. So like the classical wrestlers of Sparta, we came together with a low grunt and went into a bear-hug. Our sweaty flesh slapped noisily in the quiet room.
I piled on the pressure and we both let out a cry of pain as we felt our ribcages grate together. We would certainly feel and regret this tomorrow, but for now, we were wrestling – truly wrestling. Our friendship for now was off the mat. We were wrestling very competitively and enjoying it. Grunts and gasps mingled as we grappled hard, our faces contorted in both angst and pleasure.
Our legs twisted and attempted to trip the other. I was unlucky and made a counter-move. I was caught off-balance. Jackie seized on this and swept her thigh over and threw me to the mat. I swore as I fell on my side. Before I knew it, Jackie was beside me and scissoring my body with her powerful thighs. She tossed her head back and squeezed the living life from me.
I let out a low cry as I tried to breathe. Jackie grinned and increased the scissors a notch and as I shook my head in supplication she swung her legs wide and rolled onto me.
Again, like lesbian lovers, she lay between my moist thighs, using her body to contain me. There was a soft sibilant sound of naked flesh. I felt her damp clit massaging mine with gentle motions. Any more of this and I would have exploded in an orgasm, so I tried to focus on rolling her away. But it was not to be. I was losing and the three-count came swiftly as she let out a cry that sounded both feral and joyful.
She slowly eased herself away from me, and then rolled onto her side. She looked spent and breathless. The fall had taken a lot out of both of us – both physically and sensually.
Holding my aching stomach, I rose to my feet. She had beaten me and taken the fall. I felt tired.
I knew I had lost. But at least I had fought bravely, and that was the main thing.
I closed my eyes as the defeat struck home and I knew that the match was over.
Jackie got to her feet and raised her hand in victory. I looked over at my nude opponent and shook my head. She leant forward and offered her hand, and I took it as she helped me to my feet.
“Well, for two women that had never wrestled before, that was one hell of a match. Well done, Jayne.” Jackie said, and we hugged as we found our friendship once again. “We must do this again sometime.”
I let out a rush of cynicism. Was she for real!
I put my arm across her shoulder and together we walked from the mat and headed for the bathroom. I had never felt so tired or sweaty in my life.
The climb up the stairs was one of aches and stiffness. But I felt proud that I had wrestled hard and to the best of my ability.
A week had passed since my defeat and neither of us talked about our wrestling bout. It was like we had done it and forgotten about it. It was as if we had gone back to a sense of ordinariness. It was only when we were having coffee one Saturday afternoon two months later that Jackie had mentioned that she had joined an adult swingers club and had found two women that had a keen interest in wrestling. She told me that they would probably like to wrestle before their boyfriends and would I be interested too?
I said, “Of course,” enthusiastically. I was no longer afraid nor was I nervous. And I knew that Jackie and I would always share our passion with others, and there would be many more experiences to come.
And so that was it. And from that small yet significant first match on that Sunday afternoon in Flint, I had entered another world. An underground world of erotic wrestling matches between consenting women. And from there I had many future matches with varying fortunes of success.
But then, that’s another story.
