THE STORY OF KAREN D. She was a nice, quiet girl who seemed to get along with everybody during our elementary school years. I knew her from the playground and we were friends but we didn't hang out together at school. Once in awhile we chatted in the school yard but not much else. When we got to junior high I'd see her in some of my classes and we'd talk. She had remained a quiet girl in our new world of junior high, shy even, and I often engaged her in a friendly way to bring her out of her shell of shyness. I made her smile and laugh and that was a good thing. Karen had always been a wholesome girl in her elementary school days and by the time we got to junior high the term wholesome changed to slightly chubby. The boys didn't seem interested in her and that made me want to do something about it. Karen and her little group of girlfriends were the plain Janes of our class and I always treated them with respect and kindness while others made fun of them for their wallflower labeling. Since I was a free spirit and not wanting to get into any relationships, I acted instead as a matchmaker for their little group. Some of the guys I knew who were labeled geeks would go nicely with Karen and her friends. As luck would have it, I introduced my little group of geeks to Karen's little group of plain Janes and both groups became instantly attached at the hips, to coin a pharse. I proudly stayed on the sidelines and watched the happiness amongst the two groups, staying clear of any relationships, enjoying my freedom. At the school dances every Friday night I danced with various girls but never the same girl for more than a few dances. Junior high continued like this with Karen and her girlfriends and the geeks happily dancing together at the school dances while I stayed in my own little world of variety and freedom with other girls in our school. By the time we had reached senior high, both groups were still happily together and I was still maintaining my freedom while staying loosely connected to the band of happy plain Janes and geeks. On one of our conversations just before gym class one day, Karen mentioned her desire to loose some weight and asked me if I knew of a good program for her. Seeing her in her gym suit triggered an inner lust that immediately brought to mind...wrestling! I thought for a minute and before I had a chance to answer her, the gym teachers called for the boys and girls to go to their respective sides of the gym. Back in those days boys and girls had gym class seperately so I quickly told her I'd have a good program for her and tell her after class. On that particular day, I had to help out a classmate on crutches to his next class, and missed Karen in the hallway to tell her of my program for weight loss. It would wait until I saw her again, probably after school. I ran into her as I left the building and she immediately brought up my weight loss program suggestion. I grinned and asked her if she wanted to have fun, loose weight, and get to grope me all over. She giggled and said, "Sure". Karen and I walked along towards home and she inquired as to what I had in mind. I asked her if she had ever watched the professional wrestling show on television. Back in those days there was only one, the show was called Mat Time. She giggled and answered that she had seen a few minutes of it once, while changing channels. I told her that if she was willing to try it, we would immitate the professional wrestlers and do battle once a week. She grimmaced and asked if she would have to deal with pain. I told her the only pain she would feel would be from her muscles the day after our matches, from working them against mine. Karen seemed more willing to give it a try after I assured her that we would be pretending to beat each other senseless and instead be working our muscles in a passive resistance manner. To my surprise, she even stated that this might actually be fun and agreed to try it. Next question was when and where we would meet to play professional wrestling, as we came to call our secret wrestling matches. I pondered the question and told her I'd find a good secret location hidden from view of anyone. Karen said,"Okay", and left me at my house. She still had another two blocks to walk to get to her house. I thought hard to picture a remote location in our small town for our future encounters and knew quite well that if I didn't come up with one soon, the whole idea might fade off into nothing. My lust took over and I kicked it into overdrive to find an ideal location to play professional wrestling with Karen. I went over ever inch of town in my head and sought out the perfect spot for us to wrestle without having to worry about ever being seen by anyone. As luck would have it, my parents requested that I clean out the garage that weekend and as I pulled out the last of the stuff to be thrown out in the trash, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The garage interior was big enough and obscured from view of anyone. With an old comforter laid out on the floor of the garage, it would be perfect! The rear section of the garage would suit our needs perfectly. Solid walls on three sides for those tight "against the ropes" clinches and struggles with enough room for the comforter to fully cover the floor of the battle area. We had two large comforters in the garage that were only used to cover old furniture that had been stored in there in the past. The old furniture was long gone so the comforters were folded neatly in the corner and waiting for the bell. I called Karen that night and informed her of our new arena, as we came to call it. She said she was looking forward to playing with me and loosing weight at the same time. I asked her when she would like to start our weight loss program and she said, "The sooner, the better!" The ideal time for our matches would be before my parents got home from work, from three to five o'clock. I asked her if she'd like to meet tomorrow after school and Karen eagerly agreed. Perfect! I laid out the comforters to make sure they covered the "ring floor" and they were a perfect fit. In my haste to hang up with Karen and test out the garage "ring floor" coverings, I had forgotten to set up the attire for battle we would be wearing. The next day at school, Karen happliy bumped into me in the hall and in true professional wrestler jargen, informed me that I was gonna get an ass whooping after school. I responded, after pausing to savor the moment, with my promise to retain the championship belt, that I pretended to hold. Karen laughed and stated that she couldn't wait to get me in the ring. This was getting good! After school, Karen came to meet me for our usual walk home together and with a ten minute walk to my house, that left us with about an hour and forty minutes for our matches, allowing ten minutes to put the comforters away. We walked faster than usual, and I suspected we were both eager to have at it. Only a few words were spoken all the way home as we made our way into mock wrestling history. I was excited at the fact that soon I'd be rolling around with this chubby girl, gasping for breath and sweaty. Karen seemed excited too as we made our way down the street to my home. We arrived and I opened the door to the house and led Karen in. We couldn't use the inside of the house due to all the expensive stuff my parents owned that was all over the place. One bump from two out of control teenage wrestlers and I'd be up the creek without a paddle. I wondered if Karen had a change of clothing in her gym bag for our match, but to my surprise, she just had her dirty gym suit in there, taking it home to get washed. I was not happy about that! She was wearing a green dress and green cable knit kneesocks with brown loafers. We went into the living room and dropped our books and gym bags off. Karen and I drank a glass of milk and readied ourselves for the upcoming match. She declined my offer for borrowing a sweatsuit of mine for our first match, since she hadn't brought an outfit for rolling around in, an instead declared that she would fight me in her green dress instead as if we were having an after school fight...which we sort of were. I excused myself to get changed into a blue sweatsuit and white sewat socks and emptied my inners in the bathroom. Karen made a visit to the powder room and now we were ready to tangle. Karen noticed I was in my socks with no shoes and slipped off her loafers, commenting that we would be better off without shoes for the match. We entered the garage and went to opposite corners, the comforters in place. After a brief session of stretching and bending, I motioned for Karen to remove any jewelery and earings she had on. She removed various items and placed them just outside the door to the garage. She nodded that she was ready and I called out, "Ding!" We came out of our corners slowly and began to circle slowly around and around, hands outstretched and hands at the ready. I grabbed for the chubby girl and she pushed against me, shoving me off. I came at her again and she locked up with me in a collar and elbow lock up Our bodies strained against each other as we struggled around the garage, grunting and groaning lightly. Karen managed to lock me into a bearhug and I responded in kind. We fought body to body, grinding against each other in a tight embrace. I could feel her heart beating a mile a minute as we clung tightly to each other and struggled around the garage. Our legs strained as we pushed each other around the garage in tight combat. Karen was gasping already and I was breathing heavily from our brief encounter. After a few turns around the garage, Karen requested a break and we stopped for the end of round one. I returned to my corner. Karen wasn't sure of where to go and got the idea when she saw me return to mine. She glided to her corner and sat down with her legs crossed "Native American style". I sat down and watched the gasping girl exclaim how exciting this litttle encounter was. I told her I was glad she was having fun and that I was enjoying our match as well. She got to her feet and declared that round two should begin by calling out, Ding!" We came out of our corners and began again. I went for the straight in approach but Karen circled to her right and I followed in pursuit. We circled a few times and I backed her into the wall. She moved along it and I followed her into the corner where I made my move by pouncing on her, forcing us into a struggling embrace. I pressed myself against her and forced her against the wall, squeezing my arms around her upper body as she countered with an equal upper body embarce. We stood locked in this vice like grip for five minutes, straining and gasping into each other's ears. We battled in the corner and shifted to double side head locks. that brought us out of the corner and into the center of the garage. I almost tripped her to the floor but Karen recovered her footing and shoved me across the floor. She pounced onto me and we staggered around the garage locked together in a frenzied embrace that soon had us on our knees. I was just about to go for a body toss when Karen once again called for a break and we broke off the embrace, returning to our corners. I was beginning to sweat and Karen looked flushed in her facial area. I pretend bellowed that I was gonna wipe up the floor with her during the next round and she responded by promising me a hurting during the next round. We slowly returned to battle and Karen circled me a few times before motioning me to lock up with her. I did and we shoved each other a few times before becoming entangled together as one. Our bodies pressed tightly together as we moved slowly across the comforters in a sweaty front to front embrace. My right foot got tangled up with her left foot and we managed to trip each other to the floor. At first Karen moved away from me but decided to attack instead and lunged onto me, wrapping us tightly together from head to foot. Her green kneesocks and my white sweatsocks battled fiercley as the rest of our bodies squeezed and strained in tight combat. We began to roll slowly around the garage floor, straining and struggling for top position. First I was on top, only to be rolled over onto the bottom by Karen. I got her down under me again, pressing against her and forcing my body against her's, then she rolled me over and under her again. We kept doing this all around the garage floor, first me on top and then her, all the while gasping for breath and groaning and growling as we fought out this mock battle of the sexes. We managed to end up on our sides, locked tightly together in a grapevined position from our heads to our socks. Karen's had fallen down as had mine to bunches of heavy material. Our ankles rubbed together against the bulky socks we were wearing, as our bodies sweat and strained against each other. The loud alarm sounded, signaling the end of the play match, my parents would be home soon. Karen and I rolled apart and observed each other. We were disheveled from head to toe, hair mussed up and clothes twisted and out of whack for sure. Karen and I were sweaty and I got some paper towels for us to dry off. She thanked me for a great time and said that she couldn't wait for our next play match. I agreed and even though we hadn't done any professional holds except for side headlocks and bear hugs, there would be more play matches to come for that. Especially the step over toe hold and leg lock. Oh yeah! Karen put her jewelery back on and combed her hair. She retrieved her gym bag and books and hugged me before she left. I thanked her and the little wallflower turned play wrestler strolled out the door and headed home. I cleaned up the garage floor and headed for the shower. My sweatsuit pants had become a bit soggy from my lustful encounter with Karen. Next time I'd wear a condom for sure. The End.