Dreams and Awakening (3/4,FF,SEXFIGHT)
Dreams and Awakening - Part Three: More Than a Match

Under the hot pounding spray of her shower, Christie
washed away the remnants of the previous night's
debauchery.  She soaped herself thoroughly, rinsed her
body, and stepped out of the shower stall.  As she
dried herself, she wondered what to wear for the
wrestling match.

She had quit worrying about the implications of the
competition and contact with Melissa.  She knew that
she had to explore this aspect of her sexuality with
her sensual dark-haired neighbor, to see where it took
her.  After she came to this decision, she felt a
profound relief.  Whatever happened today would
happen, and she would accept it.

This wasn't to say she wasn't a little nervous. 
Melissa was in superb shape, and was probably stronger
than her.  But the thought of testing her body against
Melissa, to be in close and intimate struggle, turned
her on like nothing had before.  The morning felt
electrically alive, every sense tuned to perfect
awareness.  

She pawed through her dresser drawer, and found a gray
cotton/Spandex pair of athletic boxer-briefs.  She
stepped into them, the smooth fabric fitting snugly
against her belly.  The legs of the briefs were tight
against the upper thigh.  Her vulva was outlined by
the crotch, the slit winking as she flexed her legs.  

She found a matching crop-top in the other drawer. 
She pulled this over her shoulders and slid the edge
over the top of her breasts, snagging her nipples
briefly before it settled comfortably into place.  

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the
closet door.  She had debated wearing some old tennis
shorts over the briefs, but decided that this wasn't
necessary.  She had seen women at the gym wearing less
than this.  She turned her body and regarded the
reflection approvingly.  Not bad, she thought. 
Slender, but not anorexic.  Fit, but not muscle bound.
 She stretched her arms over her head.  Her breasts
moved up higher and she inhaled deeply, the nipples
rubbing pleasantly on the fabric.  She flicked a lock
of blonde hair from her eyes, and winked at herself. 
She laughed a little, twitched one leg inward a bit. 
She was almost ready.

She slipped her feet into a pair of old flip-flops,
and grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet.  

It was right at ten o'clock when she came up the
Melissa's front door.  There was a note scrawled on a
piece of paper and slipped into the jamb.  Christie
pulled it loose and moved into the sunlight.  It said,
"The door's open, sweetie.  Come on in and come
upstairs to the game room.  Ready to rumble, baby?" 
It was signed with a large, sassy "M".

Christie grinned and opened the door.  She closed it
behind her and went into the coolness of air
conditioning set low.  She heard some light music
coming from upstairs.  She walked through the
high-ceilinged foyer into the family room.  Curtains
were drawn and the room was dark after the bright
daylight outside.  She went to the spiral staircase
and started to climb.

Melissa poked her head over the railing of the game
room.  She said, "Hey, neighbor!  Come on up."

Christie walked up and came into the game room.  It
was large, about 25 by 30 feet.  Melissa had arranged
several large gray vinyl pads in the center of the
room.  An overhead light was shining brightly, and
there was a long padded window bench at the far end. 
Melissa stood there, one foot upon the bench, a towel
folded and draped around her neck.  She wore a pair of
high-cut red shorts, snug against her bottom and a
white sleeveless T-shirt that hugged her breasts and
dipped in a provocative V.  She had no bra, and the
brown nipples were half-visible behind the cotton. 
Christie felt the now familiar sexual shiver run
through her frame.

Melissa said, "You look good, babe.  Take your shoes
off and come on over here."

Christie slipped off the flip-flops and walked onto
the mat.  The plastic was cool against the soles of
her feet.  She came to Melissa and leaned forward. 
They kissed each other lightly on the cheeks.  

Christie said, "You sure have it cool in here."

Melissa replied, "Don't worry.  You're going to feel
quite warm soon enough."  She grinned, and reached
into a nearby cooler for a liter bottle of mineral
water.  She bent her head backward, lifted the bottle
to her lips, and drank deeply.  She offered it to
Christie.

Christie took a long drink, her throat working, and
handled the bottle back.  

Melissa said, "We should do some stretching and
warm-up exercises first."

They both got on the pads and started to bend and flex
the long muscles in their taut bodies.  Christie bent
from the waist and brought her fingers down to her
pretty feet, then straightened herself and bent
backwards until she was an upside down arch, her
fingers splayed on the vinyl.  Her briefs pulled
pleasantly along her inner thighs and the crop-top
stretched to reveal the musculature of her rib cage.  
She lowered herself to the mat, and rolled into a
sitting position.

Melissa said, "Very impressive.  Can you do this?" 
She stood straight up, and bent forward sharply at the
waist.  She grabbed her ankles and looked at Christie
from between her legs.  She was perfectly folded, and
she fell onto her back still grasping her ankles, her
legs extending to either side of her head.  The crotch
of her shorts was pulled sharply against her mound,
and Christie got a flash of dark lips through the leg
opening.

Christie admired her limberness.  "Wow.  I don't think
I'm even going to try."  She rose to her feet, and
continued her warm up.

After several minutes, Melissa sat down and motioned
for Christie to sit across from her.  They crossed
their legs, and Melissa took one of Christie's hands
in her own.  She said, "Okay, we're going to wrestle
here, sweetie, and just to be safe, there are a few
rules."

Christie nodded solemnly.  She enjoyed having her hand
rest in Melissa's.

"Okay, it's pretty simple.  We'll wrestle to
submission.  That means you or I say `I give' and we
immediately break the hold.  Or you can slap the mat. 
There's no biting -"

Christie said, shocked, "But I'd never--"

Melissa shook her head, "Things can get heated in a
match.  One can get carried away.  So we mention it up
front.  Two, no scratching."  She looked at Christie's
hands.  "Good, I see your nails are short.  This isn't
for blood.  Three, no punching.  We don't need
bruises.  Open handed or cupped hand slaps are okay." 
She took her own hand, cupped it, and slapped it
loudly against her stomach.  "Like that."

Christie said, "You've done this before, haven't you? 
You're good at it.  You're going to wipe the floor
with me."  She furrowed her brow, looking a little
worried.

Melissa laughed lightly. "Don't worry, kiddo.  The
only way to lose is not to try.  The only way to learn
is to do it.  You'll love it."   

They stood up.  Melissa went over to a wall control,
punched in a selection.  Music started to fill the
room.  She reached for a nearby dimmer switch.  The
light became lower.

Christie recognized it.  Wagner - The Ride of the
Valkyries.  She laughed loudly.  Melissa had a
wonderful sense of the absurd.  She remembered what
Twain said: Wagner's music isn't as bad it sounds.

Melissa said in low-pitched perfect imitation of
Robert Duvall from Apocalypse Now, "I love the smell
of wrestling in the morning.  It smells like...victory."

Christie almost fell to the floor laughing. 
"Wonderful!"

The laughter faded, and Melissa said, "Are you ready?"

Christie leaned forward, hands on her hips.  "Born
ready," she said.

They started to circle each other on the mat, slightly
crouching, as the ominous sounds of Wagner enveloped
them.  They extended their arms, hands and fingers
flexing, imagining the feel of the other's body. 
Sunlight came into the room through the narrow blinds,
making a chiaroscuro pattern on the slowly circling
women.

Melissa moved forward fast, and grabbed Christie's
shoulders.  Christie reached out with her own hands,
and gripped Melissa's shoulders tightly.  First
contact.  They maneuvered around each other, pushing
and pulling, testing strength.  Then Melissa extended
her leg behind Christie's ankle, and pushed hard.  

Christie fell down, her butt hitting the mat with a
thud.  Melissa pressed her advantage and dived down
against Christie, their breasts sliding together and
legs becoming intertwined.  Christie pushed out,
shoulder muscles straining, grunting.  She got one arm
around Melissa's waist and twisted, and it now it was
Melissa on the bottom.

Christie threw herself full length on top of Melissa,
and felt the delicious contact of belly, tits and
crotch.  She extended her hands and briefly pinned the
dark-haired girl.  Melissa swung her legs around and
wrapped them around Christie's abdomen and locked them
behind her, twisting at the same time so that Christie
went on her side and Melissa rotated around to put the
blonde in a body scissors.  She squeezed.

Christie felt the pressure growing on her stomach, and
tried to break the hold with her hands.  She panted,
strained harder, and groaned.  She couldn't break it. 
She slapped the mat.

Immediately Melissa opened her legs and Christie
rolled out, coming to rest on her back,  one knee bent
upward, her breasts rising and falling with deep
breaths.

Melissa caught her breath, said, "Not bad, not bad at
all.  How do you feel?"

Christie raised her hand to her brow and wiped it.
"Like a lump of dough.  God!  That was intense!"

"That's the best part of it.  The intensity." 

Melissa sat up, raised herself to her knees.  Christie
did the same.  Their breathing started to lessen. 
They came closer, hands at their sides, until they
were just inches apart.  

Simultaneously, they threw their arms around each
other in a tight bear hug, and fell to the mat,
rolling.  Christie's head was tucked into Melissa's
shoulder as they rolled on the mat, swapping turns on
the bottom.  Melissa's hands were tight around her
back, and their breasts were pressed tightly together.
 Their nipples were fully erect.  Melissa's
unencumbered tits moved around a little freer than
Christie's breasts in her tight crop-top.  She could
feel the hard points of Melissa's thick nipples dig
into her own flesh, so she moved her chest until her
own nipples slid along the top of Melissa's globes. 
They both gasped, and made short cries of
pleasure/pain.

Christie's crotch felt the rolling friction of
Melissa's through the briefs and shorts.  She felt her
juices start to come.  As they grappled, neither woman
made any sustained effort to break the hold.  Instead,
they wrapped their arms tighter around each other's
straining bodies, trying to push themselves ever
closer together.  Their hips started an involuntary
dance, raising an inch, then pressing together, their
pussies seeking each other.  Melissa pulled her head
back and stared at Christie, breath coming hot and
moist from her mouth.  Her eyes started to glaze as
the swiveling hip dance increased in intensity.

Just when Christie thought she wouldn't be able to
stand it anymore, that she was going to have an
earthshaking orgasm, Melissa cried out, and rolled
herself away.

Christie lay back and watched as Melissa got
unsteadily to her feet.  The blonde woman  was still
in the heat of  the moment, and her hips rose and
fell.  The crotch of her briefs was wet and
semi-transparent.  The lips of her cunt were open, and
the soaked cotton fabric folded a little inside.

Christie groaned and rose to her feet, and walked over
to where Melissa was standing, near the window bench. 
Her back was to Christie, and her head was bowed.

Christie reached out with both hands and placed them
lightly on Melissa's shoulders.  Melissa turned around
to look at her.

Melissa said softly, "Is this what you want?  Tell me
now, Christie."  She placed her hands on Christie's
hips.

By way of answer, Christie leaned forward as if to
kiss her on the cheek.  She opened her mouth and
extended her tongue and lazily licked her neighbor
from the curve of her cheek to her slightly parted
lips.  She pressed her mouth against Melissa's gently,
and kissed her wetly.  She pulled back and said
softly, "Yes.  Oh, yes.  I want you."

Melissa suddenly wrapped her arms around Christie, and
kissed her back, mouth open, tongue questing.  She
then pulled back and picked up the water bottle.  She
took a long drink, and then held the bottle for
Christie as she swallowed gratefully.  Melissa held
the bottle up, turned it over.  The remaining water
splashed over their heads and onto their tops,
saturating the cloth.  

Melissa said, "Then we'd better get out of these wet
things."