Jenny and Donna, part 2 - Tormented by the New Goddess By JobberJoe With his Goddess vanquished, Joey is confronted by her young conqueror in a gym class The very night following Jenny's stunning first ever defeat against Donna, I dreamt about that match and more, a haunting, at times sweetly tormenting, rambling dream odyssey that started with a replay of Donna working over my spent Goddess late before pinning her in overtime, and evolved from there into visions of the match I didn't see, but heard all about, namely Merrie's quick, powerful dispatch of a spiritless Jenny to eliminate her from the tournament. And then it evolved into something more, something both terrifying and, admittedly, tremendously arousing at the same. By the end of my fitful night's slumber, there I was in my subconscious dreamworld stretched out helplessly in Donna's guillotine hold, the favorite pin hold of my chief wrestling nemesis, and Donna's boyfriend, JJ. It was eerie for sure. JJ had twice pinned me in challenge matches this past season with the very same hold, and here I was in tormented, dreamy slumber totally helpless against his cute, flirtatious girlfriend while caught in the same hold. I woke up with a start and a big boner, all sweaty and hot and bothered. And I was tormented by vivid images from that rambling dream all that weekend and into the new school week. On Tuesday morning a moment of truth arrived.coed gym class with Donna. While I tried my best to avoid talking with her much, still extremely self conscious about the role she had in my very vivid dream a few nights back, I also couldn't help taking notice of attributes other than her very pretty face and curvaceous bod. For one thing, this "Goddess slayer" had great looking legs in her own right, not quite "Jenny caliber" as far as the whole package. looks and athletic tone. in my view at least. but plenty impressive. I hadn't really looked at them as anything special up to that point. But, after watching them babies around and control my goddess in that stunning match a few days back, I certainly took notice now. That particular day in our General Fitness class, we did a cycle on the weights, each person's choice, arms or legs. As it so happened, Donna and I both chose to work on legs. Though I still tried to keep my distance, in a regular rotation among weights, it was hard not to notice what other people were lifting... In particular, I noticed the definition in her taut thighs as she cranked out some leg extensions, handling a weight for fast reps that was pretty standard for most guys, but seldom used by girls. I was impressed, and couldn't help staring. Donna caught me staring, and smiled sweetly, embarrassing me. On the next circuit, the leg press machine, on an impulse, some male macho BS type of thing I suppose, I dialed in an extra 40 lbs. over what I usually did my reps at and, not suprisingly, strained to finish the second of 2 sets of 10 reps at the greater weight, my legs wobbling terribly during the last two presses. I moved over to the wall to recuperate some and watched as Donna moved to the leg press machine right after me. To my surprise, she didn't adjust the weight down at all; and proceeded to crank out the first 10 reps quite easily. then, after a short breather, cranked out another 10 reps, wavering only slightly, on the final few. I was stunned and perversely excited all at once. This chick had strong legs, every bit as strong as mine, if not stronger. No wonder she'd been able to tie up and wear down my Goddess. I don't recall ever seeing Jenny on the leg machine, but I can't imagine she would have handled that weight any easier than Donna just did. I was dumbstruck, hopelessly enamored, and doubly embarrassed all at once. The rest of the class went by quickly enough and I was feeling relieved to be done with it. But then Donna caught up with me as everyone was dispersing, smiled sweetly at me in that flirtatious way she has; and teasingly asked, "Joey, were you avoiding me today?".. I stammered something weak like, "no, not at all, just a little distracted", to which she smirked, patting her smooth thighs lightly, "distracted by these babies, maybe?". Again I stammered, "no not at all. I just". She cut me off mid-sentence, "come on, Joey, I saw you staring at me when I was pumping out reps, don't kid yourself. but its okay, I know I got nice legs and I don't mind showing them off". and then, laughing easily, "just ask your little pal, Jenny, how strong these puppies are if you have any doubts." I was blushing now, uncontrollably, stammered lamely, "look, I know you got great legs, but I don't want to talk about it". "Talk bout what?," she sassed back, "about how these babies wrapped around and whupped your girlfriend?" "She ain't my girlfriend," I snapped back, a little miffed now at her persistent digging. "Okay, Joey, don't get your dander up", she cooed, softening now; and then added, "I know everybody was shocked, and some of you probably upset or mad that I beat your little miss Super Jock. But you know what? I wasn't going to just lay down and let her beat me just because she's Jenny, the so-called champion, or at least she was then, hee hee. Don't get me wrong. I still respect her for opening up doors and athletic competitions for us younger girls. but I was pretty confident I could beat her going in. .. JJ has been working with me on wrestling skills, and, as you know. heh heh. he's pretty good at what he does". I blushed again, memories of the pins I'd suffered at JJ's hands still smarting after all these months. She continued on, noting my embarrassment, "yeah, you of all people know how good a wrestler JJ is, and he's taught me well and even predicted I would beat Jenny. and I did of course". I had to get back at her somehow, somewhat sourly reminding her, "well I guess you weren't good enough to beat Merrie though". She was a little pissed now, but softened quickly, adding, "you know, Joey, I like you and I don't want to get in an argument with you. but I whupped Jenny fair and square. she's history now.. sorry, but that's the way it is. and Merrie, who I know now is way tougher than your little Miss Super Jock, pinned Jenny's ass too if you remember. but I got to her first, proved it could be done". She continued. "against Merrie I just made a few too many mistakes against a tough opponent who probably should have beaten Jenny for the IM title last year. I wasn't around then, but I hear she had Jenny on her back and almost pinned at the end of that match, and that Jenny stalled something terrible before that just to make it that far. so Merrie probably was the stronger wrestler even then" She added confidently, "Merrie's really good, , but I'll get her next year. I'm sure of that". I lamely protested, "but Jenny beat her, remember, fair and square, and beat her again this year, so she's still the best no matter what happened last week". "Whatever, Joey", she retorted, more than a little peeved now, "but listen, I won that match fair and square as you say. beat that blonde tramp, Linda, too as you recall. then lost to Merrie FAIR and SQUARE. and I COULD BEAT YOUR ASS FAIR AND SQUARE AS WELL!.JJ thinks I can and so do I." I wasn't going there, or at least didn't think I was then, even as a small forbidden thrill trembled through me.. "She really thinks she can whup my ass" I remember thinking to myself, the all too vivid dream I'd had flooding back into my consciousness yet again. I was distracted, feeling almost dizzy, giddy, light headed. I started to head for the weight room door. It was now deserted, would be so for the next several hours, until the next fitness class after lunch. Suddenly, Donna was tugging on my arm, almost imploring me, "come on, big guy; you aren't afraid of me, are you?" I shook my head, confused, embarrassed, conflicted.. Mumbled, "no no, don't want to wrestle you." "Oh I think you do, Joey". she was fairly purring now, one moment confrontational, the next, like now, out and out seductively flirtatious. I was smitten despite myself. And then she added, "Some parts of you certainly seem excited, guy." I glanced down, for the first time consciously aware of the stirring bulge in my gym trunks, stammered lamely, "no, it's not that. its just that" I honestly don't know what I was going to say next, but Donna cut me off, cooing, "its just that I turn you on?. or maybe the thought of me wrestling and maybe beating you turns you on.. is that it, Joey?" "NO," I stammered, but she cut me off again, smirking, "all evidence to the contrary, big guy. heh heh". It was no use. somehow I became aware that she had been walking me to the far edge of the workout room, to where the small rectangle of mats were. Before I could protest further, she had darted back to the door, locked it and dimmed the lights so it would be hard to see anything if you were outside looking in. and then she came quickly back to the mat and got down on all fours, coaxing me now, "come on, Joey, just for fun. look, we'll only go about a minute or so.and from our knees. fair enough?".I had just stood there this whole time, trying to control the trembling, quick clammy fear of the unknown contrasted with an already heating up libido. Surprising myself, feeling that same odd tremor of forbidden excitement that I felt earlier. and felt so acutely during Jenny's stunning defeat at Donna's hands. I got down on all fours facing her. Before I had further chance to back out, Donna, from her knees, reached up to grapple with my arms. I knew I was stronger in the upper body, even though she was plenty scrappy; and, calming my nerves some, and trying to focus for once, I was able to wrestle her down from her knees and gain control. sort of. but I was also distracted by that ever persistent bulge down in my trunks. And suddenly, Donna, with a nifty twist and turn, was away and spinning around behind me. In a flash, she had me in a tight waist ride, locking my near leg with hers as she arm drug me down to the mats. I couldn't believe what was happening.. and then I groaned as I felt my unruly manhood, now almost at full staff, rubbing somewhat painfully through my shorts and against the mat. I was frozen in place, not wanting to move for fear of setting off an unplanned explosion down in my trunks, and Donna took advantage, if not also adding to my "distress", by wrapping her warm, sleek legs around mine, and tugging on my far arm. I realized too late that I'd fallen into the trap. the dreaded guillotine. JJ's signature pin move. Donna had me wrapped up tight, and in my vulnerable position I could do little but fall back, twisted in her tight leg and arm lock. She stretched my body out as she tilted my shoulders to the mat as expertly as boyfriend, JJ, had ever done. I struggled halfheartedly, knowing I was trapped, raised my head, groaning at the sight and sensation of my now full blown boner tenting up my red gym trunks. And then I looked at Donna's tanned, tautly muscled thighs enveloping my paler, somewhat skinnier legs, and I groaned again, almost losing it. She cranked up the pressure more, my snared body bent like a pretzel, shoulders firmly planted on the mat now. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, quickly starting to plead, "please, Donna, no more, please, stop. gawwwwd." She held the pin hold for a few seconds more, then abruptly eased up, pulled her luscious legs back and rolling me off her. I was whipped in more ways than one, laying on one hip, facing away from her in a weak attempt to hide my embarrassing bulge. I was breathing hard, feeling wimped out and over-stimulated all at once. >>From behind me, Donna left me mostly alone in my misery, but finally cackled, "well well, that was easier than I expected. JJ was right all along I guess." Surprising myself, I weakly retorted, "right about what?", and she saucily responded, "he's said you cave as soon as he puts the pressure on. says he knows when you're whupped and ready to be pinned". I protested weakly, "no, no, he's only pinned me." "What, about 3 or 4 times in a row is it now?" she interrupted. "only 3", was my lame, if true, response, and then, "but gawwd, Donna, this is different". "Oh yeah, that silly thing poking up there", she teased, "yeah I guess we don't see that in your matches with JJ. do we, Joey?". I shook my head numbly. She continued, "well, I guess you do like wrestling me then. and I'll take that little salute you offered up as a compliment, thank you very much".. and then, "bet parts of you were saluting me when I was tearing up your girlfriend last Friday?". If she only knew how the truth hit so close to home. But I tried not to let on. In fact I stayed mutely silent, even as she added, "don't need to answer that, Joey, you're plenty embarrassed as it is I would guess". She was right. I was plenty embarrassed by letting her so quickly pin me, but I figured I had an excuse, namely my unruly manhood fluttering around like it did definitely inhibited free grappling. Donna gave me another excuse just then, but also boxed me in a tight corner by adding, "Look, Joey, I know I kind of took advantage of you there. and I know you were tired after a hard workout. good gawd I saw how hard you were straining during the leg press .. So I'll grant you a rematch". The excuse was flimsy, of course, since she'd done the identical workout, at nearly the same weights, but I took it, nodding my head, but then protesting, "no no, we don't need to wrestle again". "So that's it?. you just let me pin you and you admit that I'm the better wrestler?. I'm kind of disappointed in your lack of competitiveness, Joey, no wonder you ended up on the reserve squad this last season. you have to want it a little bit more than that . But, just wait till some of your wrestling buddies hear this. poor Joey afraid to wrestle a weak little girl." She was using me, blackmailing me in a sense; and parts of me were pissed off. yet another part of me was hopelessly smitten, almost melting away into a giddy daze. I mumbled something lame, like, "you won't tell them?". "oh yes I certainly will", she smirked, "if you don't agree to wrestle me again. in the wrestling room, say 5 PM Thursday, everybody will be done with classes by then".. I stammered, "the wrestling room's locked in off hours. and who's everybody?". She smiled sweetly at me, cooed, "I've got connections, remember?". and then, "don't worry, Joey, I won't bring a crowd. I'll see you then, don't disappoint me." She sauntered out then, leaving me alone in the semi-dark weight room, waiting for awhile to control my raging hormones before I wandered to the locker room. The "connection" she talked about was undoubtedly her best friend, Liz, I remembered, who was going out with the wrestling team's equipment manager. Thinking that at least Liz was going to be there with Donna, or worst yet, maybe even JJ, I told myself, "no way do I go there tomorrow." Yet deep down I seemed to realize she'd reeled me in, and I would be there in spite of every sensible reason not to be. In a word, I was smitten by this saucy young beauty who was, at that very moment, pretty much the brand new wrestling goddess on campus in my mind. I shuddered as I finished my shower and realized this was something I had to do, despite the risks to my personal reputation and male pride. (to be continued).