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Subject: Teri and Rene (FfFf, wrestling)

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Archive-name: Young/terirene.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Teri and Rene

I am a 22 year old female, 5'3 105 lbs. I enjoy fun, non-aggressive, straight wrestling matches. I only wrestle girls my size or smaller, and my age or younger. They provide the closest matchups.

At the age of 18, after having lost to my little sister's friend Lisa (read terilisa.txt), Lisa's friend Rene had challenged me. A few weeks later, in mid-July, I decided to accept her challenge. Ever since losing to Lisa, all of my sister's friends would come over to visit her and kiddingly call me a wimp. It was pretty much funny by then-I had accepted my loss. The toughest part was dealing with my sister, Julie, who made fun of me 24 hours a day.... she finally had "a leg up on me." Whenever Lisa came over, we'd just laugh about the match and she'd become incredulous as to how she could have won.

Rene was different though. She was Lisa's friend, but not very close to Julie, so I rarely saw her more than once every few weeks. Rene had grown up faster than her parents would have liked...she wasn't that much more developed than the average teenager her age, she just flaunted it more! According to Julie, Rene wasn't totally sexually active, but she dated most every cool boy in the freshman & sophomore classes. She had more SHORT shorts and miniskirts than most entire malls stocked. Guys LOVED her because she was known for having the best legs in the school...not in the freshman class - the school!

I met Rene on a Wednesday morning at her house. Both of her parents worked until past 5 pm, so we had plenty of time to wrestle. I was much more uncomfortable wrestling Rene than I was with Lisa, because 1) I knew her far less, 2) she seemed "meaner" than Lisa. Basically, I considered her a bitch. Rene also seemed a bit tougher than Lisa, although she played no sports, and since I lost to Lisa, I was scared to wrestle Rene.

I arrived at her house in dark green shorts, a t-shirt, and white socks pushed down around my ankles. Rene, 15, was 5'3, about 102 lbs, and had her long permed blonde hair in a pony tail. She wore a tight white tank top, a short blue jean miniskirt, and black heels.

We talked for a while in her living room while we watched soaps and dull game shows. She always sat with her legs folded (one over the other), with her top leg rhythmically kicking and flexed. She was "like that"-she had a great pair of legs, and she showed them off...with guys, it was to turn them on, with me, it was likely to intimidate me.

She asked me alot about wrestling Lisa, and as I talked, I crossed my legs too, kicked off my sneakers, flexed my top leg, and "kicked back at her." Yeah, I know it was a pretty childish move, but I wasn't going to be outdone by a girl in the freshman class! I think this got to her, because after wasting an hour on small talk, she was suddenly ready to wrestle.

I figured she would go up and change, but keeping with her character, Rene was apparently planning on wrestling in a miniskirt! I had to persuade her to remove her high heels, not changing her mind until she realized I could lose an eye or something if she poked me in the face. So there we were, on our knees facing each other in the middle of her living room, as Bob Barker was yelling "come on down..." on television. Just before she practically attacked me and pinned me to the floor, I stopped her to tell her we hadn't even decided on rules or anything yet. After about a minute of laughing over stupidly obvious rules like "no punching, hair pulling, etc.", she argued against my 10 second pin for a victory rule. She had her mind set on "a pin until the other girl surrenders." I figured she might as well have her own way with this one.

As the match began, we pushed back and forth on one another. Both of us were keenly aware of our balance, and cautious not to be suckered into a sudden take down. This continued for a few minutes before I faked her out - as she pushed against me, I dropped toward the floor slightly as if she had overpowered me. When she moved down to push me completely to the floor, I stopped struggling, let her use her strength against her to fall forward, then swung my leg over her back. Mounting her, I pulled her arms out from under her until she was flat on her stomach. She struggled wildly, but I would not move. Content to control her for a while and break her confidence, I flattened my body out on hers so that my full weight kept her prone. Her struggling weakened after a minute, and I proceeded to trap her in headlocks and armlocks. Headlocks seemed wisest after a few minutes, as I noticed her breathing was heavy and her face red...it was another hot, muggy summer day, and such holds kept her from getting a fresh breath of air.

She hardly fought except for grabbing at my arms. Time passed until I had dominated her for nearly 5 minutes. Feeling it was time to work toward a pin, I began to use my body to force her body over. She fought hard now, so as not to get turned over. She was weaker than I had thought, probably only about as strong as Lisa. Within 1/2 a minute, Rene was almost fully onto her back. I rose my body up and planted my knees onto her shoulders. She fought with alot of ferocity, bucking upward, twisting, and turning. Her shoulders came off the floor at times as she nearly flipped me completely off of her. Somehow I kept my balance and kept her pinned to the carpeted floor. If 10 second pins were allowed, I would have won by now. But needing a verbal surrendering from Rene, my only choice was to keep her pinned until she broke down. Her legs came up often and kicked wildly, sometimes squeezing my sides with her inner thighs. I tried to pin her wrists behind her head, but couldn't force them to the carpet. The struggle continued for another minute, my knees on the carpet just above her shoulders so that my lower legs rested upon them. I looked squarely down into her face...she wouldn't look me in the eye. She seemed scared and shocked as she struggled weaker and weaker. But she wouldn't say "I give." Her face was red from heat and probably embarassment as she lay prone beneath me. I asked her to give up, and she hesistated this time, perhaps unsure of herself. She moaned lightly and then unsuredly said "no..."

Feeling her confidence was very low, I searched for a way to force her to fully surrender. Somehow, I needed to really humiliate her and make her feel I was the better woman. I gently threw my hair back as I looked down upon her pinned body. Knowing she was looking up at me, I smiled sadistically. I played with my hair and made the pin look as effortless as I could. Then I laughed a little and said,"Bet you thought you could win, didn't you?" She just struggled weakly. "Guess not...", I laughed, knowing she was close to surrender. Her legs kicked up to try and hit me .... she also meakly tried to snare me with them. As her left leg came up and pushed at my shoulder, I pushed it back down and laughed, "Your legs aren't THAT great if all you can do with them is kick while I pin you!" (or something like that) She seemed mad now, but what could she do??? "My legs MUST be better than yours, if they are holding you down so easilly! Give up, Rene?"

I expected her to weakly cry "yessss..." at this point, but she didn't. Instead, those legs of hers forced their way into the carpet as she bridged with all of her might. The sudden force rocked me, nearly throwing me off of her. I swung my head around to see her legs, bent at the knees and fully tense as her pointed toes rose them off the ground. She was beginning another bridge up, and this one was enough to throw me slightly to the side. Like a caged animal that had finally found an escape possibility, she wildly bucked and kicked until she had rolled me off of her. Now we were side by side on the ground, our arms wrapped around each others' heads battling for supremacy. "You don't talk so tough now," she yelled as we fought. Her desire was too much for me, and she easilly won this struggle. Before long, I was beneath her as she lay ontop of me completely. We kept hold of our headlocks as both of us wrapped our arms around the others' head. I was desperate as she took her hands and grabbed at my arms, prying my headlock apart, then pinning my arms outstretched above my head.

Our bodies were nearly one as she began to take complete control. Rhythmically her body was "grinding" mine into the floor, as if I could go any lower than the carpet beneath us. For nearly 3 minutes, I was prone in this position beneath her ever increasing dominance. My legs weakly kicked toward the ceiling as if my pathetic admittance of defeat would release me. At this point, with her full body straddle and double arm pin down keeping me helpless, her legs (bent at the knees with feet pointing up) locked my legs. She used her legs to entrap mine and raise them slightly off the ground, completely under her control. It kept me from any hope of bridging or rolling. It also allowed her to physically dominate my legs with hers, which I'm sure she was more than conscious of! I could hardly even kick now.

"Give?" she asked. I wanted to say,"yes, Rene...please, no more!!!" but I couldn't. Instead, I just tried to escape again...it was so fruitless, that it just encouraged her to laugh aloud and taunt me. This was not the same as wrestling vs. Lisa, where we fought not to lose due to pride. Now it was girl against girl, with the clear intention of one girl leaving the other begging for mercy while the other achieved superiority. I began to quickly regret accepting this match...

I had released a can of worms when I tried to humiliate her into surrendering earlier. Now it was me trapped underneath her, and Rene doing the humiliation. She released my legs and moved forward until her knees were on my shoulders. She kept my arms pinned above my head. She smiled.

My legs kicked into the air, having already failed bridging and rolling. I knew this feeling all too well after having been downed twice by Lisa. My movements were in pure desperation. Looking behind her at my kicking legs she laughed, "Your legs are better than mine??? Prove it!" I didn't know what she meant, but what did it matter-I was pinned. While I continued to kick my legs in the air, she decided it was time to really break my confidence. "Point your toes like a model while you kick," she ordered. When I didn't do so, she pressed her weight into my shouders even more until I complied. "And flex your legs while you do it..." she continued. I did so, hoping none of her friends would pay a surprise visit while she toyed with me like she was. For at least a minute she had her head turned around while she kept pinning me, just watching me kick my legs in the air. We both knew I wasn't going anywhere... Then, she turned her head back to me with a huge smile on her face..."Your legs are nothing (or something like that), little girl," she taunted me. "I'll show you who has LEGS!"

Still pinning me to the floor, she did something I'll never forget. She SAT on my shoulders to keep me down, then took her legs and kicked them into the air above my head. "Watch me kick," she laughed, half kidding and half fully intent on humiliating me. I did as she requested. Her calves were fully flexed with her toes pointed (like a model, balerina) so perfectly that I could not understand how she could do it so well. She emulated my kicking, only doing far better. Then, after showing off for nearly a minute, she brought her legs down slightly and gently kicked her legs with her feet so low they occassionally brushed my face on their furthest descent. "Say they're better than yours," Rene laughed at me, again half-jokingly. (Even though we wanted to beat the other and humilate them, we weren't hated rivals out for blood--we would be in each other's company at some point in time, so it was best that we didn't go too far) "Okay...okay, you have better legs, Rene," I moaned.

Now, she ceased her kicking and crossed her legs...all while still sitting upon my shoulders! I was totally helpless and defeated. Trying to rub in the idea of having better legs, her lower leg totally flexed at the calf, as she raised it with her foot pointed into the carpet. Her upper leg slowly kicked up and down, again flexed better than any model could. To my amazement, I noticed that she was now wearing her high heels! While my head was turned, she must have slid her feet into her shoes! Somehow, this further enhanced her position of superiority and control over me. She was trying to look like a teen model star while I lay beaten under her. She looked down upon me as she did so, knowing I was beaten. This lasted for 2-3 minutes, me hardly struggling at all and her putting forth no effort to keep me pinned. Finally she threw her hair back effortlessly and asked, "had enough, Terri?"

Having been thoroughly dominated, I answered, "yes...I give..." And that was it. She instantly released me. Moving to the sofa, she sat crosslegged with her leg kicking rhythmically, and flipped on the tv. I lay prone for a few minutes, catching my breath, then sat in a chair across from her.

"That was a tough match," I sighed. "Let's get Lisa and your sister over here sometime for another match," she suggested. "I'll talk to Julie about it," I replied. "I'll see her (Julie) tonight," said Rene. "Could you do me a favor?" I asked. "What?" Rene smiled. "Could you please not tell anyone what you did...you know...about who's legs were better?" I asked like a real geek.

She just shrugged, and I started to put on my shoes to leave.

"If anyone asks me, I'm telling them I won easilly," she said. "I won't say anything more than that about it," she replied.

As it turns out, she didn't say anything about it as far as I know. We actually turned into friends a few summers ago when we worked together.

We never got together with my sister and Lisa for a match. Apparently, though, Rene wrestled Lisa and Julie at a sleepover one night and beat them both. Julie stopped kidding me about losing to Lisa after Rene pinned her...guess I owe Rene some thanks afterall!

Last modified (12/24/96 15:39:58) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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