The New Girl
By Eric Robert, EricRRobert@hotmail.com
No one is prepared for Faina's wrestling skills.


The fight was almost over.

I had Jessica face-down on the grass, my swimsuit pressing against the small
of her back, my arms hooked under hers. She'd put up a pretty good fight, and
almost got me in a scissors at one point, but as usual, my strength won the
day.

"Come on, Jess, get out of it!" shouted Corina from next to the pool. But it
was a lost cause.

I began to lean back, slowly putting the pressure on her back, pulling her
into a Boston Crab. Looking over her shoulder, I smiled as I could see her
firm breasts jutting out, barely contained by her red bikini. Jess is always
showing off her body. "Give yet, Jess?" I asked playfully.

"You asshole," she said with a smile, which was good enough for me. I hopped
off her and raised my arms in victory, to scattered applause from the guys in
the pool and a little sarcastic booing from the girls.

This is sort of a Friday ritual for my friends. Everyone is done with their
classes for the week at noon, so we all get together at Mike's house and have
a few beers by the pool, and more often than not there's a little mini
wrestling tournament. Most of my girl friends are pretty tomboyish and like
roughing it up with us. The guys almost always win, but once in a while, they
get one of us, which means we have to hear about it all week. In the last
couple months, I've only lost once, to Mike's girlfriend Erica. Erica isn't
that great a wrestler, but being on the soccer team has given her legs that
will absolutely destroy you if she manages to get them around you.

"Hey, Myra," I heard someone say, and I turned and saw Myra coming through the
gate. Myra's a short, cute, Chinese girl. Nice girl. Can't really wrestle
worth a damn, though.

Then, a second later, another girl stepped into the yard behind her. She was
wearing a black and grey bikini with a white T-shirt over the top, and her
legs just seemed to go on forever. The girl must have been 6'2" even in her
flip-flops. She had curly black shoulder-length hair and looked like she was
probably Jewish.

"Hey, everyone," Myra said cheerfully, "This is my friend Faina. She's in my
Econ class with me." We all went around and introduced ourselves to her.

Twenty minutes later, I went back inside for another Corona, just as my friend
Josh was coming out of the house.

"Jesus, man, did you see the new girl?" Josh asked conspiratorially.

"Yeah, she's pretty hot."

"No kidding, she's hot. I bet she's a fucking demon in the sack. I'm gonna
totally try to score with her."

"Good luck," I said. Really, I didn't see it happening. Josh was a pretty good
guy, but he just didn't know the first thing about women. He kind of turns
into an asshole around them.

"Hey, Myra, you looking to try to avenge yourself for last week?" Josh was
saying. Josh was standing waist-deep in the shallow end of the pool, and Myra,
Faina and I were relaxing on chaise lounges at the side of the pool.

"What's he talking about?" asked Faina.

"Oh, sometimes we have little wrestling tournaments," Myra explained, "and
Josh beat me last week."

"Well, you should get him back," Faina said, grinning. "He doesn't look like
much."

I smiled. I liked this girl already.

"Doesn't look like much!" Josh exclaimed, looking offended. "You're in for a
fucking treat, baby," and, with that, went into a double-biceps pose and
kissed his own muscles. Yeah, cute girls really bring out the douchebag in
Josh. And you could see it in Faina's face as she scowled at him.

"Kick his ass, Myra," she said, her smile a little tighter this time.

Soon, Josh and Myra were stepping out on the grass, both barefoot, Myra in her
little sea-blue one-piece swimsuit and Josh dripping wet in his grey trunks.

"All right... start!" I called out. A few of our friends cheered from
poolside. Most weren't watching.

Josh was apparently determined to impress Faina. He charged at Myra, thrusting
his hand between her legs, and before she could do much of anything, he lifted
her clean up to his chest and slammed her down to the grass.

"Jesus Christ, Josh, watch it," I murmured under my breath. I glanced over at
Faina. She was scowling.

Myra started to get up, a little dazed, and Josh wasted no time in jumping
down on her back, grabbing her by the back of the head, and slamming her face
down into the damp grass. Twice.

"What the fuck, man??" I yelled out, taking a step forward. This was going too
far.

Josh must have sensed it too, because he jumped off her back, clenched his
fists together over his head, and proclaimed "The winner and still champion!"

Faina was already there, helping Myra up from the ground, asking her if she
was okay. When it turned out she was fine, she turned on Josh, rage burning in
her eyes.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, asshole?" she seethed at him.

"Yeah? You want some of this, bitch?" Josh replied. If he thought this would
impress her... well, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, come on, guys, let's keep it fun," I said, starting to step toward them.

"Shut the fuck up, Eric," said Faina. I shut the fuck up.

They began to circle each other, Faina looking really imposing, standing a
good five inches taller than Josh's 5'9". Josh looked like he was having the
time of his life: apparently, this is exactly what he had wanted.

Josh took a playful slap at Faina's head - and then she burst into action.

Grabbing his hand by the wrist, she bent hit behind his back and had her left
arm around his neck before anyone even knew what was happening. Josh made a
choking noise and grabbed for her wrist with his free hand, at which point she
immediately released his other wrist and locked him into a perfect sleeper
hold. Within three seconds, Josh's knees went rubbery. Less than twenty
seconds into the fight, it was over.

But Faina wasn't satisfied. Just as we could see that Josh was about to go
out, she let go and unceremoniously dumped him onto the grass.

"Yeah, you're a real tough guy," she teased him, and quickly dropped down on
her butt next to him. Her long legs shot out across his body as she pulled his
arm between them, trapping him in a textbook armbar.

"AHH! FUCK!" screamed Josh, still disoriented from the sleeper but in obvious
pain. "AHH! I GIVE UP!"

"Of course you do, asshole," said Faina, and pulled her foot up over his face.
"Give me a little kiss and I'll let you up."

"MMM!" Josh cried from under her foot, but it took him only seconds to make up
his mind, and soon he was kissing her foot submissively. I was amazed: it had
taken her all of one minute to reduce my cocky friend to total subservience.

I heard an angry voice from behind me. "What the hell is this?" Mike had just
come out of the house, and was walking toward us.

"Oh, Faina just didn't appreciate the way Josh was -" I started, but Mike cut
me off. He hadn't seen the way Josh had treated Myra, and he was pissed.

"You want some of this, big boy?" Faina said, looking up at Mike, still
clutching Josh's wrist with his lips desperately kissing the sole of her foot.

"You're damn right I do," Mike said evenly.

Mike actually is a pretty big guy. He's 6'3" or so and in fantastic shape.
Takes great care of himself, drinks protein shakes for breakfast, spends at
least an hour or so in the gym every day.

Faina hopped up off of Josh, and he wasted no time in rolling away and
retreating to the pool. She beckoned Mike over with her finger.

Mike walked toward her, his guard up, and she raised her hands, spreading her
fingers, inviting him in for a test of strength. All I could think is that she
must have been crazy.

Mike must have thought the same thing, because, with a little sarcastic grin,
he locked up with her. For a while, they pushed against each others hands,
each of them staring into each others' eyes with fierce determination.

But soon, I could start to see a little panic in Mike's eyes. Slowly but
surely, Faina was bending his wrists back. I couldn't believe this girl's grip
strength. I mean, Mike's a big guy.

"Gotcha," she half-whispered, and Mike redoubled his efforts, but it was a
losing battle. Soon, his wrist bent back to the point of breaking, he went to
one knee to release the pressure, and then the other. Faina had my biggest
friend down on the ground, wincing in agony.

Just as Mike started to open his mouth to submit, she released him, stepped
forward, pulled his head between her legs, and fell to her side, taking him
down in a headscissor.

"AAAAHH!" screamed Mike as his head seemed to disappear between her toned
thighs. He kicked his feet uselessly, grabbing at her legs, trying to pry them
apart. He may as well have been trying to bend steel bars.

"You give?" Faina asked, almost rhetorically, as she powered down on the sides
of his head. "FUCK! YES!" Mike screamed in response.

"Too bad. Beg me." And with that, she released the hold, rolled the choking
Mike onto his back, and took a seat right on his face.

"Faina, you -" I started, worried about the turn things were taking, but she
cut me off cold. "Eric, I told you to shut the fuck up. You want some of
this?"

I held my hands up in front of me. The last thing I wanted was to be this
girl's next victim. I had never stood a chance against Mike, and she was
handling him like he was a ten-year-old child.

"MMM! MMM!" Mike was yelling into the thin material of Faina's bikini bottom,
and with a smile, she wiggled her hips, and he went totally silent. Somehow,
she had formed a perfect seal over his nose and mouth with her ass and sex.

I stared at the scene in shock, my mouth slightly open. I was barely aware of
my surroundings, but I could see that everyone was staring at this scene just
as I was. The only one who really looked happy about it was Myra. From the
pool, Josh looked about ready to piss himself.

Faina sat there for about another two minutes, until Mike's struggles
completely subdued and he lay under her ass like he was totally dead. Everyone
wanted to plead with her to get off him, but no one dared to say anything to
her. No one wanted to be next.