Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 23:30:03 +0000 From: Bridget 69_2 Subject: Wrestling Magic part 2 Wrestling Magic Part 2: First Wrestling Conquest 2 It wasn't my first orgasm with another girl, but at that time it was by far the most satisfactory. I have loved fighting as long as I can remember, friendly that is - without any sort of animosity - and from the age of 7 some friends and I would spend hours rolling around on the grass, trying to get on top of each other. As we grew older, these 'wrestles' gradually changed in intensity due to our growing sexual maturing and in addition to the pure excitement of our fights I began to relish the tight, sweaty body contact and the sensations in my crotch and breasts when we were rubbing and hugging each other real tight. And I was not alone - as I found out at 12, when a girl friend and I 'wrestled' each other into orgasm on her bed. Both wearing jeans and T-shirts, I ended up beneath her. We were cheek to cheek - both with the other's thigh locked between our own and the arms tightly around each other's back, writhing strenuously - I to escape, she to keep me under her. All of a sudden I became acutely aware of her budding breasts rubbing down on my own, and through our thin, sweat-wet T-shirts, her stiff nipples were making my own tingle each time they met. I thought I'd gone to heaven! Each time I tightened my thighs around hers, my crotch got wetter - took me higher ... and higher. I had never felt anything like it, and as we both began to moan heavily, her wet lips fastening on my neck, we suddenly stiffened in each others tight grip and came as one in three huge jerks. Both being a bit shocked and shy, we didn't talk much about it. I just mumbled something about going home for supper. With Lisa it was SO much different! We were both fully aware that we'd made each other cum and just kept on lying there, on the soft wrestling mat, tenderly kissing, savoring the feeling of each other's sweat slick body and the afterglow of our mutual climax. "Wow!", Lisa whispered. "THAT's what I call a nice pin!". I smiled a bit shyly at her. "Mmmmm ... and I liked it too! I had a fall on you, when you ... er ... came ... something I've fantasized about for some time!". "Funny!", Lisa sighed. "What?", I asked quietly. "So have I!". I chuckled a bit and bumped my hips against her. "Noooooo! You're kidding! You've had naughty fantasies about wrestling?". Lisa just smiled. "Yep! Sometimes the pin just doesn't seem ... like enough ... I mean - was that it? Couldn't there be more? Something more ... sort of CONCLUSIVE!". THAT really took me by surprise. Lisa had seemed SO cool, purely concentrating on the wrestling part! Kind of nice to know she wasn't. Nevertheless I thanked no when she asked me home with her - for some more wrestling, as she seductively expressed it. I had some thinking to do. Somehow I knew that it wasn't HER who'd made me cum, but what we had been DOING. It had been the actual wrestling that had sent me flying! But maybe she felt exactly the same way and didn't mind? Thinking back, there HAD been moments - many of them - during the two years I had been member of the wrestling club. Moments of magic ... moments of ... eroticism. The switch from lightly tussling with various friends on the grass, on the beach, or on our beds to really wrestling with other girls sharing this common passion for the friendly combat sport had been quite a jump. And as we were gradually taught all the various attacks and counter attacks, a new dimension opened up. The excitement of winning or loosing, the surge of thrill I could feel rush through me as I succeeded with an attack, bringing my opponent down on the mat, clinging to her, trying to get her shoulders to the mat, and the next second finding myself at the bottom with her on top, as one of her counter attacks had worked. And then the long, long exciting minutes in the final phase of a wrestle - clinging to each other's sweaty bodies - me arched in a high, lithe wrestler's bridge on my heels and brow, she atop with her arms and legs twisted around my straining body, using all of her 50 kg muscles to press me down on my back. The provocatively raised hips as crotch presses against crotch, the wild steamy eyes locked in contact, flared nostrils, wide open mouths passionately gasping - only an inch apart. The hard almost nude body contact is stimulating us; our nipples grow harder against the swelling forms of the other girl. I cannot escape. The hold she has on me is too tight. Much too tight! But she can't pin me either! My bridge is too strong! The sensation I feel in my loins, as we clasp each other's sweaty body, feeling every swelling curve and coiling muscle is quite electric. Is she feeling the same? Are we still keeping our minds purely on the wrestling, or is the gradual softening of our eyes and occasional short, wistful look at each other's parted lips and slight, rhythmical undulations of our hips signs of a growing lust for testing each other's sexual techniques and stamina, or are we already at it? Sure there had been moments! As I got to bed that night, I thought some more. I wasn't sure if I wanted us to just make love ... be naked in bed with Lisa ... unless! A small jolt shook my body as it dawned on me ... unless we WRESTLED of course ... just as she'd suggested. Involuntarily my right hand slid down to my crotch ... feeling the dampness ... my left cupping my breast ... feeling the hardness. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected her? What would I have LIKED us to do if I'd accepted her offer? The same as we did on the wrestling mat? How many of the other girl wrestlers had she held - naked on her bed - panting with joy - in tight, intimate wrestling holds, both straining toward an orgasmic ending? I mean ... she was 18! There WAS one or two ... hmmm ... maybe four or five ... of the girls that I wouldn't mind having a bit of bodily fun with ... or was it six or seven? My hands began to move slightly. I recalled the hot feeling of her hips lithely pressing up against mine as she bridged beneath me ... her clit rubbing mine so eagerly. Hadn't I for a split second wished - or rather craved - that it had been our NAKED crotches that had merged and not just our singlet-clad ones? Hadn't I been fantasizing about feeling every inch of her sweaty NAKED body pulsate against my own NAKED muscles while I was pinning her shoulders firmly to the wrestling mat through her climax? YES! My back arched strongly, lifting my shoulders off the sheet as an orgasm came crashing down on me at this exciting conclusion. I dug my heels into the mattress and bridged fully onto my forehead as if to avoid this erotic fantasy-pin. My fondling hands had betrayed me once more and had left me naked and jerking under my eiderdown, bridging high with joy at the thought of wrestling another girl in the nude! To a 14 years old schoolgirl this was BIG, and for the next three days I walked around with damp briefs thinking of nothing else but the next wrestling session. It wasn't easy, but I even refrained from playing before I went to sleep. Somehow I wanted to be fully prepared for whatever might come out of it. (to be continued) As English is not my first language, please bear with the spelling! :-) Any comments are welcomed!