Wrestling with Roomies (Part 1) - Christine
Over the past years, I have had the good fortune to know a
number of attractive young women. And with some, I have
the opportunity to share my deepest secrets. Among them,
my love of wrestling, whether watching or being in a match
with a playful and competitive woman.
After my evening with Kathy, my dear friend who loved to
wrestle, despite that her fianc didn't approve,
I hadn't had a match in some time. This was mostly due
to my moving across town and a new job.
But, things change.
One of my new roommates, Christine, a tall, leggy blonde,
and I had gotten into a number of playful tussles on our living
room floor. When I say tall, I mean six feet, from her bare
soles to the golden locks on her Uma Thurman face. Christine
and I had a short-lived intimate relationship when she
first moved in, but we never wrestled with one another until
after we split up. (I guess I was too uneasy about asking
her to)
Being the middle child of five, yes five; Christine was
raised in a rough and tumble environment with two older
brothers and two little siblings, each a handful. But,
it never occurred to me that she would enjoy wrestling a
boyfriend, until one evening.
We had spent the night amongst friends; myself, Christine,
Nick, Darlene, and Marcy. First, I must tell you about Marcy.
She was given the nickname, Witch, and it stuck. She isn't
pagan, at least I don't think so, or Wiccan. But, Marcy
just seems to know things. She always shows up when one of
us isn't feeling well. Or she always did the right things.
It was like she knew. So, everyone considered her gifted.
Besides any supernatural gifts, Marcy is also physically
gifted. She is roughly 5'7", with deep red-hair,
well past the shoulders. Marcy told me she weighs 170, though
I could never guess by looking at her. She's rather
buxom, and in fact I had the opportunity to find out how much
during a drunken truth or dare game one night.
But, that evening, we had showed up at Darlene's apartment
to cheer her up. She was having a tough time in school. Marcy,
being the witch, had quietly collected me and Christine
at home, along with Nick, an energetic kid who hangs around
with us. She wanted us to show Darlene a good time.
We brought food and drink and sprawled out in the empty living
room floor, occupied by cushions and dirty clothes. Darlene
took up residence on her daybed across the room and continued
to pout despite our best efforts.
Finally, we attacked her as a group and tickled her relentlessly.
Darlene squealed and pushed at us, but there were four against
one. Suddenly, in the midst of flailing limbs, I latched
on to Christine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and tickled
her instead.
She jerked to turn away from me, then pounced; something
I wasn't expecting. Christine may be tall, but I still
had over forty plus pounds on her, so I wasn't expecting
such retaliation. I fell backwards, Chris landing on top
of me; her hands squirming to reach me as I held onto her wrists.
We rolled about the floor, each trying to get the advantage
and continue tickling.
I heard Nick laugh at us, then Darlene giggled too, as she
tried to catch her breath. But, I had to look at Marcy. Besides
being the loveliest thing in the room, I wanted to see her
reaction to me and my roommate's struggle. It was something
I secretly wished to do with her. Then, I saw the unexpected.
Instead of watching me and Chris tussle on the carpet, she
was inching up behind Nick. Suddenly, she yelled, "Wrestle!"
and tackled him. They fell flat to the carpet. Being a few
pounds his senior, Marcy managed to press him to the floor
as she clambered onto of him.
Underneath me, I could hear Christine laughing.
"Come on, Chris. Tag team, " she said as she
was all ready to roll hapless Nick onto his back.
"Yeah, " Christine agreed, but I held her firm.
Christine and I gave up on tickling and became more earnest
in wrestling. We rolled into Nick and Marcy and broke apart.
Christine was on her knees when she saw me coming after her.
As I dived on top, she pushed at me with her long legs, trying
to topple me aside. One of her kicks caught me in the shoulder,
a little more painful than I had wanted. At that, we all stopped
a moment. Christine, realizing that she was still wearing
her hard-sole flats, slipped off her shoes and tossed them
in the corner. Obliging, I kicked off my sneakers and pulled
off my socks.
I nodded to Chris that I was ready to continue. As we circled
on our knees, I noticed that Marcy and Nick were going to
continue barefoot, as well.
I watched Marcy toss back her hair as she removed an earring;
she was really getting into the spirit of the match. Nick
was just playing, he really didn't care. I wanted so
much at that moment to be her opponent, not Christine's.
So, as the four of us circled each other, I moved myself closer
to Marcy. Then, I grabbed her from behind, wrapping my arms
around her waist and pressing myself against her.
Marcy didn't yelp or cry out, instead, she rolled shoulder
first to the floor, sending me down with her and the match
had started. The move caught me off guard, and as I came up
I could see that Nick and Christine had decided to wrestle
each other.
We came back up to our knees facing each other. She was good,
I thought to myself. In fact, before I could think again,
Marcy dove at my waist, trying to take me down. Instead of
resisting her, I fell back and twisted to the side. We both
landed on the carpet, but she was on her back and I was already
working for a pin.
But, as she struggled there, I realized what a perfect match-up
we were. Both of us were good-sized, not skinny. Each had
strong legs, and we were both fairly skilled. Though, I
would have to say that Marcy's wrestling seemed to
come naturally. She flowed with me, graceful and comfortable
with her body. Many young women get too self-conscious
about what theyre doing and so many are unsure what do when
wrestling. Marcy seemed born to it.
As I tried to straddle her strong hips, Marcy bucked and
I rolled off. Spinning around and readying myself, I watched
her roll backwards across her shoulder and back onto her
knees. I was stunned by her flexibility. But only for a moment,
as she dove at my upper body this time. And this time, she
managed to keep me still long enough to nelson my right arm.
With her body pressed against my back, Marcy pushed me down
to the carpet. I knew she was going to roll me over for a pin,
so I beat her to it. I rolled with the nelson and followed
her as she went over me. I landed on her belly-to-belly and
began to grind her down as I clasped a hold of her wrists.
But, she was amazingly strong and managed to literally
squirm out from under me. She came up behind me and tackled
me to the floor again. This time, I went all the way prone.
At this point, I received a painful reminder of my excitement
as the full erection I was suddenly sporting, had both our
body weights thrown on top of it. She straddled me for a minute,
happy in her conquest. I tried to do a push-up to escape,
but I can barely do them with just my own weight.
She pressed against me, trying again to nelson my arms,
this time her head was beside mine and I could hear her strong,
broken breath in my ear. It was the same, unsteady rhythm
of exhales as one experiences during the height of passion.
I stopped struggling against her for a moment. Just to feel
it. I could smell her. Her natural, soft scent blended with
a light perfume and shampoo.
"Come on, " Nick yelled at me from his match
across the room. He's young and not always real bright.
He seemed to be missing the point of wrestling with a beautiful
young woman. Sometimes, winning isn't the important
thing. Mind you, ladies, I will not throw a match, even in
playing. I'll let a lady friend win for a while, if she's
not very competitive, but I refuse to lie there and be submissive.
After a brief tussle, I managed to free myself and we were
once again facing each other. Marcy's eyes were bright
and she was beaming with an excited smile. This match was
far from over.
"Guys!" Darlene called, "Cut it out,
I don't want the landlord up here."
We all stopped, scowled a little at her. But, we realized
that she was why we had come here at all. Affectionately,
we all hugged and then group hugged Darlene. We took Darlene
out for coffee that night.
My re-match with Marcy would have to wait.
(part two)
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