Jenny and Donna - Goddess fallen, Goddess arisen By JobberJoe On a small college campus, gorgeous super athlete, Jenny, faces her greatest wrestling challenge (Although fictional, this story was inspired by real-life girls I knew, and often fantasized about, back in my old school days) I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as the buzzer sounded and Mr. Williams, the intramural coordinator, and referee for this match, leaned down to untangle the 2 sweaty, tired young women. And, as the champion slowly collapsed off her desperate bridge, lying there on her back for several seconds, gasping and wheezing for precious gulps of air, I realized by the hollow pit in my stomach that I was watching a legend crumble! At the time, I was in my fourth and final year at a small mid-western (USA) college, and I'd known, and been a rapt admirer of, Jenny, one of the sweaty combatants out on the mat, for nearly all that time. She was our school's super femme, a tremendous athlete at a time when it wasn't COOL to be a female jock; and what's more she was also cute as hell, intelligent, popular with guys and girls alike. In a word, she was the total package. Yes, Jenny was something special all right; someone who I, and I imagine a lot of my buddies, had little trouble fantasizing about, sometimes endlessly. My gawd, being a leg man, I, of course, first noticed and admired her legs; and what an incredible pair of legs they were!.. always richly tanned, smoothly muscled. strong and beautiful "legs to die for". Add to that her overall good looks, and it certainly wasn't a stretch to say that sexy, super athlete, Jenny, was a "goddess" to many of us hormone crazed guys, in a word a lusty object of many sweetly tormented dreams. But now, incredibly, super jock, Jenny, my senior classmate, the GODDESS, was wobbling as she knelt head down in the center circle, still trying to catch her breath, indeed trying to pull it all together to go into overtime against the blue eyed, brown haired Freshman upstart, Donna. Don't get me wrong, Donna, for such a young thing, physically was far from an "upstart". Indeed, she had a fabulous body, developed beyond her tender years, to go with a cute, rounded face; and a confidence borne of the fact that, among freshman chicks, she was plenty hot stuff. Everybody knew she was dating John J. from the Junior class, JJ for short, a varsity wrestling stud, and therefore a "big man on campus". JJ was also a personal nemesis of mine, having challenged and taken my varsity wrestling spot away last season and relegating me to the reserve squad in this, my senior season. Yes, everybody knew Donna was JJ's girl, but that didn't stop her from flirting with me, and a whole bunch of other guys during a coed PE class that spring term. And now she had just come from 4 points down to knot this intramural girls wrestling match at the final buzzer, reversing my tiring classmate with barely a minute to go and clamping sturdy, strong legs around the sleek, legendary legs of the "Goddess" as she rode a stunned Jenny around the ring. Then, when Donna, stoked up by the cheering of her freshman mates, slipped in a half nelson and armbar in the final 20 seconds, muscling the groaning Jenny over for a 2 pt predicament at the buzzer, half the gym erupted in cheers; while the other half, most of us senior guys included, sat there squirming in stunned, mute disbelief. I had followed my sexy classmates intramural wrestling career from the beginning and I knew for a fact that this was only the 4th time in nearly three years of wrestling that Jenny's shoulders had ever faced the mat for a predicament or near fall; and only once before had she been turned late in a close match. The other two times were mere slips early, from which she'd recovered quickly and dominated the rest of the match, ending with a pin victory in both. Yes, she'd escaped with a narrow 2 point decision in last year's final, when, as a junior and defending champ, she'd been caught in a far cradle in the closing seconds and took a 3 point near fall for the first time ever against her toughest foe to date, Merrie, then a sophomore. Yes, Merrie, losing by relatively close decisions to Jenny twice, in the finals last year, and during round robin matches this season, had proved that Jenny could be scored upon, turned even on occasion. Yet she still she hadn't beaten her. nobody had to that point. But nobody expected this, in the opening round robin match of this tournament against the unknown frosh, who'd only started wrestling in IM matches a month ago. Never did any of us "Goddess" worshippers. and there were plenty of us, believe me. expect to see sassy, sexy young Donna, appearing fresher and stronger in the late going than super jock, Jenny, muscling our tiring "Goddess" around in the final minute of regulation before securing the 2 point predicament that squared the match. I squirmed uncomfortably in my mat side seat, really feeling now the strange stirring down in my pants that had started right about the time Donna reversed a weary Jenny with a minute left. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sensations, but could not hide the fact that I was getting hard and perversely aroused by it all; the very sight of classmate, Jenny, being pushed around and turned to her back by that foxy, flirtatious Frosh, almost making me cum in my briefs. Yet, despite my "distress", and I don't believe I was alone in such a predicament, I couldn't NOT WATCH this incredible match play itself out into overtime. Now it was Jenny, still heaving for precious breaths, raising her lowered head slightly to rasp that she'd take the UP position during the 1st of two one minute overtime periods. Usually with Jenny that was a sure thing, being in the up position that is.. Unbeaten in girls intramural wrestling since competition started during our sophomore year, Jenny was a dominant rider, using her athleticism and strong legs to control lesser foes from on top through most of her matches; and, of course, pinning most victims in the end. But here, shockingly, she looked gassed from being ridden around the mat for the last minute or so; and then struggling off her back. I'd been in her position before, regrettably several times against Donna's boyfriend during wrestling season scrimmages and challenge matches; and I would have taken the bottom position to try and recover, what we wrestlers called a "strategic stall". But Jenny wasn't about stalling. No, she was a proud, champion athlete; and, to her credit, was going to win or go down giving it all she had. But "all she had left" was not nearly enough on this day. Donna was breathing hard, had to be tired as well, but she was stoked to the gills, riding an adrenaline high. At the whistle, she surged forward, Jenny struggling to hold her down. Our Goddess barely stopped the first escape attempt, but groaned helplessly as Donna powered away on the second stand-up attempt, then quickly spun, sprawling out over the still kneeling champion. Jenny was devastated, arms wrapped around Donna's waist, then, with her grasp failing, groaning as her arms slipped down until her fingers were desperately clinging to the taut muscles in Donna's flexing hamstrings as the younger brunette sprawled over her slumped figure. It was no use. Donna's muscled legs easily broke through Jenny's failing grasp, and she spun around the spent champion for a 2 point takedown. It was already 3-0 in overtime for the underdog freshman, and Jenny was all but done. Donna rode her out easily for the remainder of that minute, her sweat streaked legs wrapped around the outside of Jenny's dark wonders, dominating our Goddess as no one had ever been able to do before. At the buzzer, Jenny was almost whimpering in helpless frustration and desperate exhaustion while Donna cinched up a double chicken wing and was ready to turn her for another pin hold. The buzzer saved our Goddess then, but it was almost over; and she, more acutely than anybody else there that day, knew it. As Donna, breathing hard, but stoked, got up quickly, poor Jenny just lay there face down on the mat for several seconds, her tawny body trembling with desperate exhaustion, before slowly pushing up to a wobbly perch on all fours, head once again hanging low. The best Jenny, staring at certain defeat for the first time ever, and we, her admiring, but at the moment anguished, classmates, could hope for now was that Jenny could somehow last another minute and thus avoid the added humiliation of being pinned by the saucy freshman. But it was not to be. Donna wanted it all, and would get it. The whistle blew, too soon for our spent, doomed goddess; and Donna, still riding that adrenaline high, easily arm drug the exhausted champion down to the mat. I could see, almost feel, the helplessness in Jenny's weak, desperate efforts to push back up to her knees, arms trembling, beautiful dark legs splayed behind her. For a brief instant, she tilted her head our way, a haunted look taking over those liquid brown eyes that stared almost vacantly over at we, her adoring male classmates; and I have to admit I'd never seen our goddess look so vulnerable, or, strangely, so absolutely sexy. She knew the gig was up, and so did we; and yet again I almost "came" as I watched her collapse face down just seconds into the final, fateful overtime period.. I agonized with poor Jenny, even while hating myself for being so perversely aroused at the same time; as I watched her writhe feebly beneath the domineering Frosh beauty. Then, it happened.., Donna almost arrogantly resorting to merely lifting on Jenny's near arm to easily roll the absolutely whipped, totally spent, champion to her back. My vanquished Goddess let go with a weak little sigh of total surrender, flopping over like a ragdoll, and just lying there, arms draped limply behind her head and legs spread wide in a poignant, heart-rending, and admittedly incredibly sensual display of total submission and stunning defeat, while Donna, looking sexier than ever in her own right, lay over the older girl in a side body press. Mr. Williams slapped the mat next to Jenny's pinned shoulders and I'm not ashamed to admit I had to look away quickly and take a few deep breaths to quell my desperate arousal at that very moment. While they helped the rubbery legged wreck of a beaten champion up, Mr. Williams and Donna propping the wobbly fallen Goddess between them as they left the mat, I was slowly recovering myself from barely avoiding an embarrassing release down in my shorts. And then I slunk out of there, speechless and still in total shock at Jenny's stunning first ever wrestling defeat. I didn't bother going back for the subsequent matches that day and the next; but truthfully wasn't all that surprised to hear that Jenny, physically wasted and emotionally devastated after that first ever defeat, was eliminated from further competition in her very next match later that afternoon, by old rival, Merrie. What was surprising, though, was how easily Merrie beat our fallen Goddess. Those who were there told me that Merrie took a dispirited looking Jenny down early in the opening stanza with a slick double leg, and had little trouble riding the champion out for the balance of that round. Then, after a quick stand up escape, Merrie maneuvered the lethargic Senior into a double under-hook, flipping Jenny to her back and pinning her at 37 seconds of round 2. And just like that, two time defending champion Jenny, undefeated before this week, but now having been pinned twice in the first two matches of her failed tournament, was sadly, shockingly, out of title contention. It was also no surprise, really, to learn that Jenny forfeited her final round robin match, to another junior and keen rival, Linda, and quietly exited the tournament she'd expected to dominate with a winless round robin record; her intramural career ending, not in glory, but with the two shocking, humiliating defeats and that final sad no-show. In her absence, the championship match the next day, pitting her 2 young conquerors, Donna and Merrie, was almost an after-thought for me. I didn't attend, but learned later that the more experienced Merrie edged young Donna by 2 points in a close, intense battle. Just like that, even as Merrie ascended to the title of women's intramural wrestling champ, and Donna gave notice that she was a new force to be reckoned with on campus, poor Jenny had gone from unbeaten wrestling goddess to well beaten also-ran; and her world. and, as it turns out, mine as well. would never be quite the same again.