Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

Young lesbians explore each other in bed and in the wrestling ring.

 A sexy novel By Info RickDeville2

She fiddled furiously along the highest notes of her fiddle as the drums and saxophone kicked in behind her to support the tone. She angled her chin to brilliantly smile at the gathering crowd while striving to maintain a firm grip on her violin. An old lady with chickory coffee from the left, an eager young man staring at her legs and compressed breasts from the right, and a schoolgirl from the front flitted in in turn to drop bills and coins into the saxophone case sitting on the knarled and broken sidewalk in front of them.

Keira loved Royal, almost as much as she loved Chartres near Canal. The tourists were numerous and drawn to the antiques and odds-and-ends shops and were curious enough to hear her little band’s antics in jazz and folk festivities. New Orleans drew the down-and-out, the vagabonds with no remembered family, the drunkards, the starving artists who felt their starvation worse than their art, and the cocksure poets. And NOLA drew Keira.

Never having the grades to pursue Julliard, her long years of committed violin practice urged as a command by her Asian home led in time to a love for her craft and her music that called her to a small, private music conservatory in Oregon. Far enough from her rigid upbringing in San Fransisco’s Chinatown, she dared to venture forward from Tchaikovsky and Mozart into the realm of her own vibe – jazz and American folk.

Keira put her soul and body into her music. Her body made the most influence, she knew, on her audio tone and, perhaps most importantly, on the tips and CD sales her band lived by, on her audience attendance. While no supermodel for sure, Keira was certainly an item, at least for the casual devotee of the female form. An oval, softly chiseled Asian face, long, delicate neck, larger breasts than perhaps fit for her slender frame, lightly tanned arms and long, soft legs, which were thin yet curved in all the right places, tight ass that held a miniskirt well although fit nicely into the tight jeans she more often wore.

She and the three guys rose, waved and smiled to the crowd, and while one of the guys sat to watch over their instruments, the three others headed off to lunch. Keira had had a short fling back in school with the drummer, who had stayed to watch the instruments, but although she had wanted their relationship to continue, he was convinced that beyond a casual interest, he could see or want no long-term relationship. She had no idea why! But they had agreed to live on as friends and bandmates.

“Good crowd today,” Solomon skipped a step along Royal as they made their way toward Bourbon Street.

“Yeah, I think one of the antique shops down closer to Chartres is closing and selling off their stuff kinda cheap,” Roger pointed down. During their long music sessions, they had little time to talk and Keira always found it funny how they had all sorts of random niceties to put out during lunch and dinner.

“Cheap is a relative term,” she mused. “Same Juice, guys?”

They agreed and the four sauntered into a drink/smoothie bar where they often grabbed a cheap sandwich and fruity drink diced with a shot of vodka. In the past few weeks, Keira had upped her dose to two shots. Made the afternoon session go smoother, she reasoned.

They filled out their drinks and chatted on nothingness waiting on line for the register. It was a long snaking line and Keira made friendly nods to the tourists and French Quarter stalwarts as they passed each other, she had seen several before.

But one was new to her. A bit taller than Keira, this girl had a full although slender build, waving brown/reddish hair, wide open and eager greenish eyes, and soft pale skin with a scattered – adorable!! – freckle. Keira almost felt compelled against her better judgment to take a quick stare along this newbie’s full, pouting, well-tipped breasts held in by a low neckline and the softest, long white legs she had ever seen. As they passed, they inadvertently locked eyes momentarily until Keira forcefully dragged her eyes away to a random poster on the wall. As she looked back toward her bandmate Roger on the line, she again couldn’t resist the ropes pulling her fine eyes back in the direction of this unknown girl … who also slowly turned to look back into the eager inquisitive Asian eyes of Keira.

They paid for their drinks and walked out, Keira beginning to follow the men back toward their post. “Oh!” Keira murmured, I forgot something this morning back at my shack, you guys go ahead and let Jim go get his grub. I’ll be there in a minute.” Without waiting for their reply, she turned quickly on her heels … and headed right back to the juice shop.

She concealed herself around the corner and stared at the door. This was so weird for her, she kept shouting at herself in her head. But she couldn’t help herself.

The mystery girl trotted out down the stone steps carrying her large plastic cup of mashed fruitiness. Keira let her get some distance and then followed. Down Bienville to Decatur, took a left, then into a small clothing boutique. A couple moments later Keira, hardly thinking, climbed into the store herself.

On the surface, Keira maintained an upright, almost conservative posture, remarkable given her day job as a street performer in NOLA. She had dated several guys, was even on the cusp of engagement once back in Oregon, and if anyone had even suggested alternative interests to her, she merely laughed it off. A friend in school used to theorize, half-jokingly and half-seriously, that all girls had secret lesbian tendencies bottled up inside their beautiful breasts. Keira used to mock her idea, sure it at least didn’t apply to Keira herself.

As she walked into that clothing boutique, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

The taller brunette/redhead was behind the counter!! She works here!! Why have I never seen her?!

After a customer paid, Keira walked slowly but firmly up to the counter.

The other girl grinned at her and extended her hand to shake Keira’s. “Enjoy your juice, young lady?” she asked and then giggled. “I go to that juice bar every day, first time I run into-“ she paused and stared for another second into Keira’s surprised eyes, “something so interesting.” She smiled broadly.

“I’m Keira.”

“I’m Anna.”

A managerial fellow in a prim suit walked out from the back room and the girl behind the counter quickly picked up some necklaces and started to show them to Keira. Anna watched him as he left into the next room.

“Tonight, 9:30, pizza spot on Canal and Royal.”

Keira looked down at her shoes and then back up at Anna. “A better introduction,” she whispered, “I can’t wait.”

The afternoon session couldn’t go quickly enough. A few jazz medleys where the saxophone took solo stage and Keira didn’t mind at all providing some harmony and almost-counterpoint in the background. She tried and tried to make her friendly, pretty smiles at the small crowd around them, but her mind was elsewhere.

Per Keira’s suggestion, they called their evening session short at about 8 and each headed off to his or her own little apartment, two of the guys doing so together hand-in-hand.

Keira rushed back to the tiny apartment she shared on Iberville with one of the nearby hotel clerks. Throwing down her violin case and clothes into the same little closet, she rushed into the shower. For some odd reason, warm water always came out of their pipes without delay and she eagerly started cleaning off the sweat that built up on a warm day with a violin under your chin. She thought about Anna. Who was she? Where from? As she thought about this stranger more, her hands crept down closer and closer to her wet pussy. Soap bubbles, soft, reaching lower and lower, her delicate, long fingers stroked left, then right, up toward her navel, down to her vagina. Stroked, and stroked, thought more of Anna, how she looked in the juice bar, stroked gently, walking on her lithe, long legs down the street, giggling behind the shop counter – her fingers penetrated deeper into her pussy with each stroke until … clean … soft … wet … deeper finger pokes …. Keira gasped to the ceiling with the exquisite orgasm, quietly letting out the faintest scream.

Although her general inclination had always been to dress stylish but not overly flashy or suggestive for a first date, this time Keira wore a smirk on her face as she donned her low-cut pink shirt, tight jean miniskirt, dark sheer stockings, and medium-high pink heels to head out toward the pizza spot on Canal. As she walked in, she smiled at seeing Anna already comfortably seated with a beer pitcher in front of her. The taller girl rose with her arms raised in a double-handed wave as she greeted Keira with a friendly hug and kisses on the cheeks.

“So glad you came, Keira! Lookin’ great, girl!”

“Thank you, good to see you too.” Anna had almost oddly dressed the way Keira used to for first dates – red t-shirt and tight jeans. The denim shaped her long legs so well, the shirt fondly nestled upward her generous breasts. Keira marveled at her pale, reddish cheeks.

“So, Keira you are! Where you from, kid? I’m pretty sure I once dropped a couple quarters in your music case walking by, doubt you remember me, was kind of a big crowd-“

“That day, at least,” Keira laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes we’re almost sitting out there playing to stray dogs and cats! You saw us on a good day?”

“Must have been. Y’all sounded real good, you play violin, right?”

“Ah!! You remember?!”

“Pepperoni good?” Keira nodded and patted her hungry tummy. Anna pointed at the bartender and nodded for her regular. “Hard to forget the pretty sexy Asian girl sitting out there with all those big bearded guys, eh?” Keira took a long swig at the glass of beer Anna had poured for her and they stared at each other silently for a moment, pleasant and relaxed smiles on their faces. “Think I would have dropped quarters into your case even if you weren’t playing at all.”

“I’m from San Fran, how about you?”

“Eastern Tennessee, nowhere land!”

“How long you been working at that clothes place?”

“For that dickhead you saw there in the stupid suit? Only about 4 months now, I came down to New Orleans not much earlier-“

“To get away from Tennessee?”

Anna give her the finger pistol-shot “Pow! Exactly, needed to get away. Small old house on an old farm filled with 12 really religious kids.”

“12?! Your parents were prolific!”

“And stupid. Couldn’t wait to get out of there.”

The pizza arrived and for a few minutes that took the main attention from the hungry girls as they dug into the pie over scattered smalltalk. Anna ordered a second pitcher of beer and they jovially clinked glasses as the buzz began to kick in. Anna was pleased when, for desert, Keira ordered them a couple Jamesons shots to chase the beer and pizza.

As they walked out the door onto Canal, they felt like they’d already known each other for at least a couple months, and when trotting down Royal Anna softly placed her hand over Keira’s upper back, the girl who had always shunned the thought of such intimacy with another girl declared her surrender to herself. She was still not sure why, but something now felt more right than it ever had, or at least felt so good.

They arrived at Anna’s apartment on Decatur, which was small although at least bigger than Keira’s and which she shared with – herself!! Anna quickly invited Keira in for a further drink, but it was getting late and .. “ok, but just one!”

After she quickly downed a tumbler of rum, Keira firmly stood up and headed for the door, where Anna gave her a hug and peck on the cheek goodnight. Keira slowly walked down the hall to the staircase and barely on the third step down heard Anna’s voice behind her. “Keira dear, come back in, you forgot something!”

Keira felt in her pockets and couldn’t figure what she had left behind, although walked back into the open door. Anna closed it quietly behind her as Keira asked what was up.

“This is what you forgot-“ without a further second’s pause, Anna softly but firmly grabbed the smaller Keira around the shoulders and spun her around, assaulting her lips with a huge open-lipped kiss. Keira collapsed into her arms, passively relaxed her mouth open, and their tongues intertwined. Keira grabbed Anna around her upper back and neck, pulling her closer and tighter into the kiss, Keira’s eyes first wide open in welcomed shock and then closed in strained passion. Anna rubbed firmly up and down Keira’s back as she pulled her new beautiful Asian friend backwards towards the couch. Lying arm in-arm on the couch, Keira rubbed along Anna’s thighs with her own and wrapped her legs around Anna’s ass. Keira’s lips moved downward, Anna stretching her head up and backward as Keira showered her neck with innumerable wet, sucking kisses. Keira gasped and panted as Anna’s fine fingers pulled upward at Keira’s shirt, reaching under to fondle her arched back, then coursing her hands downward and under Keira’s tight miniskirt to cradle her ass. They held each other in close embrace, fondling each other’s breasts, asses, and legs, kissing the neck, pulling off each other’s shirts to nestle their hands and heads in each others’ naked breasts. Anna unzipped and removed Keira’s skirt, stroking along her panty-lined legs before removing those to delicately fondle and then grasp Keira’s wetter and wetter crotch. As she attempted to lower her head down into Keira’s pussy, the wonderful long fingers of Keira’s delicate hands strongly fought to pull down Anna’s tight jeans over her soft, long, white legs. As Keira finally grasped the pouting, drenched pussy, Anna conquered her own prize, nestling her head deep between Keira’s open legs to lick and kiss her welcoming pussy. Keira moaned and stretched her back and neck and head back, her pouting breasts angrily thrusting forward as she took firm hold of Anna’s head with both her hands, pushing that gorgeous head and gorgeous lips into her pouting, hot pussy. Anna licked and sucked away at Keira’s labia and clit until she climaxed with a scream, panting and gasping softly as Anna rose to cradle her in her arms, letting her slowly drift off to sleep with a delicate kiss on the lips.

Keira woke early, looking around this still-strange small room with open perplexed eyes, until looking down at Anna, face and naked breasts emerging from the covers next to her, still deeply asleep. Keira stared at the ceiling and then closed her eyes tight. What was she doing?! This was crazy, easily the craziest thing she had ever done. But certainly the first thing she had ever done that felt so good. She knew several girls who had done lots of weird, kinky things, some had done weirder, crazier, more sexy and dangerous things. Then she took another look down at Anna’s naked form – no, not any more beautiful and sexy than this.

Keira gently kissed Anna on the forehead and quietly asked her if she had to get up for work. Anna murmured that she had the next two days off and groaned when Keira whispered back that she had to go get her violin and meet her band on Chartres, she was already late. Anna reached up, pulled Keira’s head down, and softly kissed her on the lips. “Leave your number on the kitchen counter, I’ll call you. Have a wonderful-“

“ie. lucrative.”

“day,” Anna giggled.

Keira walked quickly up to her apartment, said a quick hello to her roommate, showered, changed, and basically ran to Chartres to meet up with her band, who had started without her. She weakly nodded and smiled at them, joining the folksy fray with gusto. She played as fervently that morning and afternoon, without a break, as they had ever remembered her doing.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket in midmorning, she didn’t have time to look at the message until evening – Anna had sent her number with an emoticon kiss. She called back in early evening, was sorry to hear Anna was out of town up in Mississippi the next couple days, but the two managed to meet up again for beers and pizza a couple nights later – this time Keira dressed more casually, although was sure to dress loosely, clothing that easily came off was her new style priority.

“Hey, kid, hated to be away the last couple days, your days were productive? Good crowds?”

“Eh, not bad, can’t complain. How was Mississippi? I never been.”

“It’s not all that exciting. Bunch for churchy prudes who are holier-than-thou all day and burying their semi-automatic arsenals in the backyard and cooking up meth in the garage all night.”

“You know people up there?”

“Some.” Anna took a long drink from her glass, didn’t seem she wanted to say more, and Keira didn’t push it.

Walking out after a couple beer pitchers and a couple shots, Anna took her new pretty Asian friend by the hand and Keira didn’t object, leaning up to kiss Anna on the cheek.

They took a short walk and were back in Anna’s apartment for merely a few seconds this time before Keira took a firm grip on Anna’s face, planting a long, deep kiss. Any thoughts to the contrary had been banished from her mind as she quickly unbuttoned Anna’s top and reached around her back to unclasp her lace bra. Anna massaged Keira’s flanks, then belly, then breasts as she lifted her t-shirt over her head, burying her head in Keira’s breasts to kiss and suck at her nipples while Keira took hold of Anna’s bounteous breasts herself. Anna was kissing her way downward, grasping at Keira’s jeans to halfway open them before Keira sensuously fought back, winning the battle as she rapidly unclasped Anna’s tight jeans, forcefully pulling them and Anna’s panties down. “No! No! My turn!” as Keira dropped to her naked knees and planted her head into Anna’s crotch as the taller girl stood, softly screaming as Keira on her knees kissed and fondled her clit with her rotating tongue, wetter and wetter. Anna could stand no longer amid the relentless onslaught of Keira’s tender lips and tongue on her snatch, collapsing backward onto the couch with legs wide open. Keira widened Anna’s labial folds apart to lick even deeper and then softly guided her fingers into the deep opening, feeling softly for her G spot. Seconds became minutes of ecstasy before Anna screamed to the ceiling in delighted climax.

Keira stroked up and down Anna’s long, naked legs as she rose off the floor, fully removing her own jeans and panties, as she continued to kiss upwards along Anna’s flat belly, sucked at her breasts, produced huge hicky’s on her long neck, and relaxed into a long, deep kiss.

Until Anna proceeded to move downward, taking her turn ….

Keira woke up late again, this time after Anna had left for the work she hated, and texted Solomon, her bandmate, that she would be late this morning. Hours led into days and weeks, and over a drink one evening Keira told Anna how glad she was that they had found each other, not just for the sex.

“Very glad you feel that way, Keira, so do I. It’s been great … and yes, there is a lot more than sex … and a lot more we can do with our … physical feelings … you know?”

Keira smiled. “What we have now is incredible, and I also feel so close to you, personally and … otherwise,” she giggled. She was happy she had come such a long way from San Fran Chinatown and the Oregon music conservatory. “I can’t imagine- you wanna live together or-“

Anna burst out laughing. “Hilarious! You’re just so funny, Keira, love that about you. No, I’m my own girl, live on my own.”

“It’d be different than the crowd you had at home-“

“Surely, but nah, no need for that. I mean, really add something, to how we interact?”

“Curious,” she took another gulp of beer, “what you mean?”

Anna didn’t hesitate. “Do you like wrestling?”

“Like what, like people rolling around and pushing and all that-“

“No. Like pro style wrestling.”

“Hulk Hogan and the men in tights hitting each other!”

“Men and women, Keira. Women wrestle too.”

“I know guys who like all that WWF WWE stuff, big show. When I was a kid I was happy to find out it was all fake. Rehearsed violence, silly.”

Anna lowered her voice and looked around at the tables around them. “No. I’m talking real wrestling. Real, but pro style. Real punches, kicks, drops, twists all of that. No guys. Girl on girl. Real ropes, real turnbuckles, real wrestling. Real pain.”

Keira breathed heavily and looked up at the ceiling in thought. She stared at Anna silently for a long moment. “I know girls who have done that,” she finally whispered. “Back at school, I went with them to a couple matches, but it was scary. I just watched and left.”

“Did those girls seem to like it? Did they do it again and again? And go into the ring each time, wearing their tight clothes over and over, with a smile on their faces?”

Keira paused a long while again, stopping to drink the rest of her beer, pour another full glass, and drink it down in one gulp. She hiccuped, Anna smiled and giggled. “Yeah, they did. Do a lot of girls do this? You know?”

“I know a bunch of girls who do this. All the time. It’s the biggest girl secret there is. Actresses, models, athletes, news reporters, politicians – you name it, loads of them have done it and do it again and again. It’s our own battlefield. A thrilling, sexy battlefield!”

“You’ve done this?”

“Yes. What do you think I was doing up in Mississippi?” Anna laughed, sitting back in her seat munching another slice of pepperoni. “Friends, enemies, sisters …. lovers. Girls can just let it out, anything goes. There’s a freedom in it. And remember that Lauper song from the 80s? – girls just wanna have fun!!”

“I mean, I’m no-“

“You don’t need to be no athlete or anything, Keira. You just need to learn the moves, dress up sexy, and learn to be aggressive. Learn to be vicious!!”

Keira laughed nervously. “How am I going to be like that with you? And then it’s gonna hurt?!”

Anna laughed out loud and poured herself and Keira more beer. “Pain is part of the equation, Keira. And overcoming it will make you feel more powerful than you’ve ever felt before. The rush I get when I withstand crazy punishment and then find an opening – a weakness – in my opponent and then dish it back at her … it’s amazing!” She took Keira’s hand in her own. “And thing is, our lives outside the ring are totally separate from our lives inside the ring. What we say to each other, what we do to each other, stays in there.”

“You sure?”

“I’m totally sure, that’s the rule. I know these two girls, up north, Becky and Grace. These two went to school together, best friends, casually make out with each other sometimes, although both married to guys, totally cool with each other, train together – they have one of the most long-standing, brutal wrestling feuds ever! They are vicious on each other! I’ve watched them wrestle a couple times, most hard-fought nasty matches I’ve ever seen. And then they leave the ring holding hands!!”

“This is nuts … what do you wear?”

“Or not wear, depending on the match! Bikinis, underwear, jeans, tights, you name it, girls have wrestled in it. And the really sex-crazed girls have a pit of mud or oil next to the big ring, and they finish up the ring match with a naked romp in there! Only done that once myself, when I was in Virginia, but seems cool.”

Keira just leaned back, breathing heavily. “Can we just go watch a match, before we do anything?”

“Of course, of course, Keira, and nothing happens you don’t want to happen. You’ll train with me, you’ll only wrestle with me – at least for now. You can trust me.”

Keira now took Anna’s hand across the table, drinking a bit more beer. “I’m scared, Anna.” They stared at each other. “But I love you, I’ll let you show me.”

“I know, Keira. I will.” She blew an air-kiss across the table. “I’m gonna make you the sexiest, most vicious Asian Sensation there ever was!!” She laughed and they headed out onto Canal hand in hand.

This evening, to give themselves a bit more spice and get Keira more ready for the confrontation of a wrestling match, Anna managed to pin Keira’s arms over her head, tie her wrists with soft rope to the bedstand, and aggressively, although sensually, pleasure her crotch with firm thrusts of her fingers, and then a rubber dildo. “Oh please, yes!” Keira screamed as Anna bent forward to trust her tongue powerfully along her clit while spreading her wet labia with her fingers.

“You like that?! You like that?! I own your pussy now and i’ll own it again in the ring! You bitch, you love it now, but I’ve gotta lick it,” here she licked harder, “before I kick it and pound it so hard!”

“Bring it on!! Bring it on!! Yes! If I could get my hands on you now!”

“I own you, bitch! You’ll sing for me – in pain!!”

“If I could wrap my hands around your head, punch you senseless, twist you titties!” Keira knashed her teeth in her lover’s face.

“Can’t wait to spread your gorgeous legs wide and go to work, my hard boot to your crotch and then wedgie up your vag, you cunt!”

“You bitch! No!! NO!!” Keira cummed harder than she ever had before.

After two days during which playing jazz and folk music on the street corner seemed more and more dull, Anna texted telling Keira to meet her in the late evening at stairs heading into the basement below one of the central Decatur bars.

The place looked like a dive from the outside, but Keira was impressed when she followed Anna into the basement. It was a moderate sized arena, high ceilings, crowd of about a hundred, both women and men, the classic wrestling ring in the middle, complete with referee – this one a female, wearing tight black and white striped bra, loose black miniskirt, and black-sheer hose extending into 6-in heels. “The place I saw years ago in school was simpler than this,” she yelled into Anna’s ear.

“Yeah, there are all sorts of places they do this stuff.” Anna had reserved them a couple select seats right at ringside. “Keira, let me introduce my friend Maura,” she indicated a short young woman sitting next to them. Beautiful, pale white skin, the cutest dimples, bright open eyes, long black hair, a full, hourglass figure nestled perfectly within tight sweater and tight black jeans, big black boots. Maura had a high, sweet voice, the hint of some accent Keira couldn’t place in the loud room.

The first girl came in, the challenger, Anna explained – Karen, by name. A pretty, full-bodied brunette with curly hair, wearing dark blue bikini and knee-high black leather boots. The champion coming in from the other side was named Cynthia, a pretty, short-haired blond in lace white lingerie with similar black boots. The crowd cheered loudly for both and each did the same sort of silly flaunting dance for the crowd typical of the televised wrestling shows. The two greeted each other in mid-ring with a long, deep French kiss.

With the ring of the bell, the two locked up in mid-ring with powerful impact, struggling until Cynthia pulled Karen into a tight headlock, pounding hard at her face with closed fists.

Anna laughed as Keira buried her head in Anna’s breasts when after a relentless onslaught of kicks and punches Cynthia twisted Karen’s left arm, screaming threats to break it as Karen’s eyes were filled with tears. “It’s ok, sweetie, this is the way it goes, these girls both know what to expect, they’re both great wrestlers.” With a wide smile, Maura firmly pulled Keira’s head out from Anna’s copious breasts, forcing her to continue watching.  Chocking over the ropes, powerful kicks to the face, the belly, the crotch, leg twists, leg bars, all sorts of heinous stretches, the two fought back and forth, Karen finally stripping Cynthia naked, continuing to bash her until the nude Cynthia found an opening with a hard knee to Karen’s crotch, finally after 20 minutes or so, forcing Karen to beg for mercy on her knees and then submit.

After raising her arms in victory for a couple moments, Cynthia returned to her beaten opponent, helping Karen to her feet with a friendly hug and kiss, holding the ropes apart to help Karen down from the ring and joking casually with her as they walked out toward the dressing rooms.

After another quicker match between two girls dressed as cheerleaders, one of whom had sneaked a chain into the ring to choke her opponent, they left out onto Decatur with Maura following them. “Wow, that’s something,” Keira took a deep breath of the cool night air. “Those girls are rough, but they do seem really into it, don’t they?”

“Yeah, it’s in one way a whole new set of motivations and behaviors to learn. But when they do, you can feel the sex appeal, right?” Keira slowly nodded. “These girls love it.”

Maura now joined in, “First time I saw this, which was way back in high school, believe it or not, I was amazed that they were so into this stuff. But the more I got into it, I learned to get it, to love the fight too.”

“So you do this too?” Keira asked.

Anna laughed loudly. “Maura is one of the greats, Keira, she really is. Inside those huge breasts and marvelously contoured ass, this is one of the most vicious fighters you’ll ever meet, Keira.”

Maura smiled, “Anna is too kind. Keira, I know Anna for a long time, I know how she feels about you. I’ve agreed to train you two. Show you the moves, give you motivation to be the best wrestlers you can be. But-“

“Keira, listen to this.”

“To train you for this kind of wrestling, these brutal fights, I need to be brutal with you myself. I’ll happily teach you and support you, but I’ll be a tough bitch of a teacher. If you mess up, don’t do exactly what I tell you to do, you’ll hear about it and you’ll feel it. I’ll train you to give out the pain and withstand the pain.”

Keira didn’t go home with Anna that night, insisting that she had to think about it. Anna didn’t call. Three weeks went by.

“Anna, how are you?”

“Hey Keira, what’s up, kid?”

“I miss you.”

“Miss you too, babe, let’s grab some food tonight, eh?”

“Call Maura.”

They did indeed catch a bite together that night, and Anna called Maura while they were together, setting up a meeting later that week at the same underground arena on Decatur, now quiet and empty.

Keira quietly listened as the now-even-more-beautiful young lady, still in her tight all-black costume gave them a long rundown of the history of real ladies wrestling and the basics to keep in mind regarding decorum – and how to savagely break with it. She showed diagrams of the major wrestling moves and then called them both up into the ring to demonstrate. Keira and Anna wore leotards and sneakers, exercise wear – for now.

“Now, Keira, if I’m going to take Anna, against her will, from this side of the ring to that side, what do I do?”

For a moment, Keira looked a bit uneasily at Anna, who nodded for her to answer. “One or two hands, by the hair,” she said and then slightly gasped as the much shorter Maura used two hands to grab a large clump of Anna’s flowing hair and forcefully yank her head to the right, then the left, and then across the ring, not letting go.”

“Now, it’s toward the beginning of the match, so what do I want to do? – two things!”

“Head … cut off air supply, but-“

“No buts!!” Maura screamed, still holding Anna’s head with one hand by the hair, delivering a full close fisted punch to the face, grabbing her again with two hands, slamming her poor head into the turnbuckle as Keira raised her hands to her mouth in fear, and then spun her around to arm-choke her from behind. She let Anna out of her grasp. “Okay, Keira, you’re a newbie so we’re starting slowly with you. Now you do the same moves – to me.” Maura patiently waited as Keira mechanistically went through the steps, repeating the words out loud as she went, walking it through weakly as a pantomime of what she had watched Maura do before so quickly and brusquely.

Anna chimed in, “Keira, the way you did that – we know you’re smart enough to play act the moves, but Maura would have decimated you before you got your first weak punch in there, you basically lightly slapped her.”

“Well, I-“

“Keira,” Maura tapped her foot, “the only way you’ll do the real forceful moves in a real match is if you do them right here. To me. To Anna. Real holds, punches, and chokes. Now, do the same exact moves to Anna.” Keira just stared back at her.”And give more than just playtime (which I know you two will enjoy later, of course)” she smiled at Anna with a wink, then approached Keira close, face to face with a serious look, “make her scream in pain, got it? Or I do what you’re supposed to do to her, to you.” She folded her arms and waited.

Anna nodded at Keira. “Please, Keira, I don’t want her to hurt you. So you hurt me, now.”

Keira walked up to her lover, took her firmly by the hair, tugged although did not frankly pull her hair to walk her across the ring, held her head steady and delivered a loosely clenched fist to the face, grabbed her hair again to mildly thrust her head into the turnbuckle, and then finished with a tight enough choke that Anna waved her arm to ask her to release. “Good. Now do it again harder.” This time Keira gritted her teeth, succumbing to the moment, and managed to produce a faint squeal from Anna as she yanked her hair back and forth and delivered a punch that left Anna shaking out some cobwebs.

Maura walked up to Keira, who just stood there. “Spread your legs, Keira. Spread ‘em wide.” Keira slowly spread her legs apart and howled in pain as Maura delivered a strong knee to her crotch, Keira falling to her knees until Maura picked her up off the floor by the hair and delivered a full-bodied punch to the face, kicking her in the face again after she hit the mat. Now writhing on the mat, Keira raised her arms to Anna for help, and the lover who would pleasure her tonight stood and watched with folded arms as Maura got down on her knees to yank Keira’s arm behind her into a hammer lock that left the poor girl sobbing.

The training session proceeded from there. Flinging a girl off the ropes. Clotheslines. Face kicks. Arm bars and tight arm twists. Ways to work the leg, work the back. Smash the crotch. Finger work to the face, the nose, the eyes. Finger work that would give exquisite pain to a naked pussy.

By the end of a few hours, the anger at being repeatedly hit and hurt for her mistakes built up inside Keira to the point that she several times angrily told Anna to shut up when she spoke and delivered an arm bar to Maura that had the buxom girl begging for mercy. “Now, Keira!” Maura yelled, foot-choke Anna against the turnbuckle! NOW!” Keira looked back at her inquisitively, not remembering what that meant, she’d only seen it on some stick-figure diagram hours ago. Maura pointed at Anna who attacked her from behind, throwing her hard against the turnbuckle and raising her long leg to plant her sneaker firmly into Keira’s neck, choking her in agonizing fashion.

“Now show her what it feels like to have your naked pussy smashed!!” Now Maura joined in, helping Anna to aggressively and angrily and painfully strip Keira naked. After Maura knocked her to the ground with a savage punch to the belly, Keira screamed for mercy as Maura held her legs wide open and Anna pounded her sneaker into her lover’s crotch repeatedly. “Enough.” Maura gently lowered Keira’s legs to the ground as she and Anna both stripped naked themselves, laying down next to Keira, Anna passionately kissing her lips and Maura passionately licking her pussy. It went on and on as Keira orgasmed over and over. Training session over.

Beignets. Anna admitted she owed Keira a sweet treat. They drank chickory coffee and ate two platefuls of beignets each, sitting out in the cool air until well after 3am. Anna wrapped her arm delicately around Keira’s waist and kissed her on the cheek over and over on their way back to her apartment – Keira seldom showed up in her own apartment these days.

“I need a massage!” Keira collapsed, exhausted face- down on Anna’s bed.

Anna giggled cheerfully, “And now the mighty wrestler Keira learns about the coveted post-wrestle massage!!” Anna jumped down straddling over her back, first gently, and then more forcefully kneading Keira’s back muscles with her palms and fingers, reaching up to pinch and pulsate her fists against the base of her neck, massaging downward under Keira’s belt to rub along her bubble butt, digging further and further toward her belly. Amid her gyrating palms and fists, she began pulling upward on Keira’s t-shirt. Braless, Keira turned over and pulled Anna down on top of her, her tongue penetrating to stroke her hard palate. She soon yanked Anna’s crew neck sweater up over her head and thrust upward to fondle and then suck her nipples, one then the other, then the first again as Anna fiddled and played with Keira’s belt buckle and pants zipper, pulling her pants fully off and throwing them against the wall as Keira in her thong panties clapped her hands for more, with Anna waving her own pants gloriously overhead. This time Keira got the first hold on Anna’s double dildo, sucking deeply at the rubber erect cock before teasing Anna’s pussy with its tip before fully penetrating, climbing up to stick the contrary dildo into her own soaking vagina, the two girls lying on top of each other, thrusting and thrusting their pelvis into each other while kissing on the lips, neck, breasts.

Finishing, tired, naked, they held each other tight and Keira licked Anna’s ear, making her smile happily as she whispered breathlessly, “Anna, my friend, my love, I want to be with you inside,” heavily panting, “set up a match for us, you versus me, no ref, no holds barred, lingerie and boots, plus a mud pit to top it off. I’ll lick your pussy so hard, and then smash it!!”

“You’re my favorite girl, love you, babe” Anna whispered back as they held each other tight falling asleep. Anna told her boss to screw off and Keira told her band to improvise without her the next day. The two relaxed and played in bed all the next day.

Maura met with them twice again for further training, overall very impressed with Keira’s progress and also seeing significant improvements in Anna’s game as well. She agreed after another week, with progressive weight training, that they were both ready to really wrestle.

The same Decatur arena. Maura had recruited an even larger crowd for this match, boasting Anna’s ring experience and talking up Keira as a wrestling prodigy of sorts. She was the manager for both wrestlers and the match, and would be at ringside. A small pit containing heated mud had been constructed on the far end of the arena.

Tonight, Anna and Keira both came into the arena together on the champion side, smiling, waving, holding hands as they made their way together into the ring, slapping hands with the crowd on their way. Keira in a sheer black chemise, naked legs, and knee-high black leather boots. Anna in strapless red lace bra and panties, naked legs, black leather boots. Anna allowed Keira to enter the ring first, both of them smiling and waving at the crowd, Anna climbing up on the turnbuckle to urge on the crowd to cheer harder, clapping and shouting her praise as Keira removed her chemise overhead to uncover her skimpy lace black panties. The two finally came together at center ring to give each other a long, deep kiss before separating to opposite corners of the ring.

The bell rang. Anna and Keira collided in the middle of the ring in a tight lock, pushing back and forth, twisting up and down to find an angle. Keira’s left wrist was on Anna’s shoulder, and Anna managed to get a good grasp on it and spinning it over her head, twist Keira’s arm tightly, then spinning herself around to crack Keira’s tortured arm over her shoulder. Keira grabbed at her shoulder with pained, gritted teeth. Anna wrung her arm violently up and down to send biting pain up into her shoulder and neck “Ahh!! Please Anna, no!! Let go of me!!!”

“Nope,” Anna smiled at her pleading lover, “now the fun begins.” She strained to twist the arm tighter and Keira fell to one knee, gasping and crying in pain. “On your feet! Get up!” She wrung the arm harder. “Get up! Get up you fucking bitch!!”

“Don’t! Don”t!” Keira stood and Anna gave her poor arm a second twist over the head.

“Nice!!” Maura pounded on the ring apron, “break her arm!!”

Keira ground her teeth and with quick fingers jabbed Anna hard in the eyes. Anna squealed in pain, letting Keira grab at her injured face, which Keira instantly began pounding with closed fists.

“You fucking cunt!!” I’ll wreck you, whore!!!”

“Beautiful Keira!” Maura was leading on the crowd now. Keira grabbed her lover tightly by the hair and slammed her head into the turnbuckle, then choking her over the top rope until Anna knocked her back with a hard elbow to the belly. Anna flipped her over by her hair and Maura screamed until her opponent wrapped her neck in a tight chokehold, leaving the poor girl gasping for air, frantically reaching out for help. Anna clawed at her upper face and eyes with her other hand, finally laying her down flat on the mat to go completely to work on her face while Maura and the crowd screamed for more damage. Anna lifted herself in a headstand and brought her knee smashing into the lovely Asian face of her friend, leaving the poor girl audibly sobbing as Anna stretched her legs backward over her head.

Keira pounded the mat in agony as Anna pushed her harder into the stretch. “PLEASE!! PLEASE ANNA!! You’re breaking- don’t break my-!!”

“Feel the burn, bitch!! Scream for mercy and I’ll break you harder!” Throwing Keira’s tortured legs and back to the side, Anna jumped to her feet, kicking and pounding the rolling Keira’s back, belly, and chest with her boots, even slamming her hard in the neck, leaving the poor wrestling newbie choking and coughing. Lifting her up painfully by the hair, she slammed her lover hard into the turnbuckle and lifted her leg high up to place the foot choke into her neck, as they had practiced so many times – but it never seemed to hurt this much! With a hard boot to Keira’s crotch she had the young Asian beauty on her knees in pain, without pause lifting her up by the hair, spinning her around to tear her bra and choke her with the string weapon she had just created. Keira gasped and begged, “Please Anna I-“ tears and sobs, with Anna now reaching down to pull her panties up into a tight wedgie which tore into her perineum and vagina. Her high-pitched shrill scream filled the arena and Maura was dancing and screaming with delight, “Tear her up, Anna!! Tear her up! You got her now!” Anna pulled up harder and Keira danced in agony. “Rip the fuckin cunt bitch whore!!!!!” The panties finally tore and Anna raised them above her head triumphantly as Keira fell back to her knees, now wearing only boots. Anna kneeled down and kissed her lover on the lips, a long pleasurable respite before going to work on her crotch again. Keira was too mentally beat to fight now and Anna had her way, first yanking her almost across the mat with a pube pull that left the smaller girl writhing, then fingering her pussy savagely with three then four fingers, leaving Keira crying and begging, and finally stretching her legs wide open to deliver three hard boots to her naked crotch. Keira curled up into a fetal position, her boots still shaking, and Anna stood to smile, take a cigarette break in the corner, and admire her handiwork as Maura clapped for her to continue.

“No,” Anna waved her manager off, “let her rest a minute.” Another couple drags at the cigarette. “Keira, you tell me when you can continue, okay kiddo?”

“No,” she sobbed, “please, Anna, enough-“ gasping for air, now risen to her knees “I- I can”t-“

“Yes, yes you can, dear. I love you, babe, but the match ain’t over, you know that,” she paused to smile and wink at Maura, who was still clapping and urging on the crowd. “I’ll give you another kiss, let you rest a bit more, but your submission has to be accepted.” Maura nodded with a smile. “And I haven”t accepted it. You’re stronger than this, I know it.” Anna carefully walked forward, Keira raised herself to one knee and Anna pointed for her to sit further down. “Keira, dear, you know the rules, I’m giving you a break, you gotta stay down in the same position until we-“

“Please, no-“

“Resume. Here comes a kiss, babe,” Anna knelt down to give her a deep kiss on the lips and fondle her breast as Maura climbed the ring apron to step in if Keira broke the rules and attacked. She didn’t. She slowly hugged and kissed her lover, taking a moment to rest.

Anna lifted her to her feet by the hair and slammed her head four times into the turnbuckle. Keira was back on her knees, sobbing and holding up her hands to beg and plead for mercy. Anna laughed and picked her up by the hair. Keira punched Anna hard in the crotch.

“No!” Anna fell to her knees and Keira stood to rain punches on her head, pulling her hair violently, screaming as she showered her lover with punches and brutal kicks – although naked, she was glad she still had her boots!

“That’s the way, Keira!” Maura cheered her on, pounding on the ring apron, “make the fuckin cunt-ass whore pay!!” Keira had lifted Anna’s leg up in the air, positioned her own legs to bring the most pressure on her knee and shin, and dropped hard to the mat, nearly breaking Anna’s overstretched leg. The bigger girl cried to the rafters in terror and pain, reached up to the sky for help as Keira slammed punches and boots to her crotch from a seated position and pulled her up into a camel clutch.

Keira pulled her neck tightly back to plant a kiss on Anna’s forehead, “welcome to the Pain Dome, whore!!” She slapped her hard across the face, turning her over to slam her boots into her face, breasts, belly, and pussy, finally ripping her bra off to tightly twist her titties. Anna begged and Keira stood up.

“Draw? Mud?”

“Deal.”

Anna stood up and allowed Keira to give her a hard wedgie to rip away her panties. Then she grabbed Anna by the hair and trust her over the top rope, Anna landing on her back awkwardly with a short scream. Keira had her by the hair again quickly and walked her toward the mud pit, with Maura, following, a beaming smile on her face. Keira threw her lover into the mud and followed with a dive right onto her, the two rolling, punching, and kicking at each other in the gooey mess. Maura cheered as Keira placed a tortuous arm-bar that had Anna begging, and then submitting.

Anna and Keira walked, naked with mud dripping down, holding each other arm in arm, giving each other kisses, into the shower together. Maura smiled broadly, knowing she had created a legendary wrestling feud.

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