Natalia and Mark, Part 1
By Eric Robert, EricRRobert@hotmail.com
An old rivalry turns into a new romance


Author's note: I wrote this story based on a poll on the forums at
http://www.malevsfemale.org/, asking what themes the members would like to see
in a mixed wrestling story. Since this whole thing is an experiment in writing
a story shaped by feedback, I'd definitely welcome feedback!

"Okay, I'll see you at 8!" Kathy chirped, and Mark heard the beep of his phone
ending the connection.

A junior at Cal Tech, Mark was back in town for Thanksgiving, and he saw Kathy
as his best chance for getting laid. Three years ago, in high school, she'd
been all over him. She hadn't really been on the top of his list then - more
like a backup girl - but she wasn't ugly or anything. And now that practically
everyone he'd known from high school had moved away, apparently it was time to
break out the backup list.

Mark had always done pretty well for himself. 5'10" and a trim 155 pounds, he
hit the gym twice a week and played in a pickup soccer game on Sundays. He
watched what he ate and avoided the kind of binge drinking parties that were
already starting to give some of his friends a gut. He wasn't exactly a male
model, but he figured even the cuteset girls at Cal Tech considered him an
option if he played his cards right.

He was a little disappointed that Kathy had invited him to "a little
get-together" she was having instead of taking the opportunity to get him
alone, but hell, her friends were sure to clear out by midnight and then he'd
have her all to himself for the night.

He pulled up to her house at 8:15 dressed in his lucky black T-shirt - not
"douchebag" tight, but tight enough to show that he was well built - and a
pair of blue jeans, and knocked on the door.

Kathy opened it with a smile. She looked like he remembered her - sandy brown
hair, cute face, probably needed to lose 15 pounds, wearing a blouse he wished
was a bit more flattering. "Mark! Let me introduce you to my friends!" she
said, gesturing around the room. "This is grrbrgrrb, this is brrgrrbbrr, and I
think you already know Natalia."

Her friends' names probably weren't mumbled sounds, but Natalia had Mark's
undivided attention. Two years younger than him, he'd had a bit of a love-hate
relationship with her in high school. She was drop-dead gorgeous, but always
struck him as snobbish and keeping him at arm's length. And the two years had
done her nothing but good.

Natalia stood about 5'7" and had a beautiful, athletic dancer's body that had
blossomed even further since high school. Her slender waist flared out to a
generous pair of hips; her C-cup breasts sat proudly on her chest like they
were taunting gravity. Mark always thought she was a quarter-Asian; there was
an olive tone to her skin and her features were delicate and perfect. She had
full lips, a cute button nose, and long, natural eyebrows. She never wore
makeup - she didn't need it. But what really caught his eye was the flimsy,
slinky backless dress she was wearing. It looked like it occupied the neutral
territory between dress and lingerie. Her perky cleavage was impossible to
take his eyes off of; her smooth, toned thighs peeked out of a slit every time
she took a step.

"Hey, Natalia," he said with a big smile. Shit, maybe this was good. Maybe he
could leave with Natalia instead of staying over with Kathy.

"Hey, Mark!" she replied with a smile to match. "Hope you're not still mad at
me about that thing with Bruce," she added, giving him a wink.

Mark tried to maintain his smile, but it faded. Apparently Natalia hadn't
changed - still kind of a bitch. Back in high school, his best friend Bruce
had got into an argument with Natalia over whether guys were stronger than
girls. Bruce had been 17, Natalia 15. Bruce had probably weighed 140 pounds
back then, Natalia closer to 100. They settled on a best-of-three contest in
chin-ups, push-ups, and crunches.

Bruce had started off by performing 14 clean chin-ups and one more with shaky
form. Everyone had watched suprised as Natalia got to ten, then fourteen, and
then paused and pretended she was struggling with the fifteenth... before
quickly cranking off ten more and dropping to the ground with a smirk.
Embarrassed, Bruce had really given his all on the push-ups, getting to 130
before his muscles gave out and he collapsed to the floor. No one expected
Natalia to match that. But she repeated her performance, cranking out 129
pushups, pretending to struggle on the 130th, and then hammering out fifteen
more.

The contest was technically already over, but Natalia insisted on doing the
crunches anyway. Bruce had snarled at her that he could have beat her if he
had known the number to beat. So she offered to go first. As she crossed the
200-crunch mark, Bruce was getting increasingly red-faced. Finally, at around
300, he had yelled something about it being bad sportsmanship to run up the
score, and stormed out of the room, to all appearances on the brink of tears.

Bruce and Mark generally did what guys do and assumed a "never talk about it"
policy, but Mark had insisted to anyone who would listen that it wasn't a fair
test because Bruce weighed 40 more pounds, so he had 40 more points to pull up
or push up with every exercise, and Natalia couldn't have possibly won in a
constest with real weights.

"Yeah, I'm not mad," Mark said, trying to keep the smile on his face. "That
was ancient history."

"You're not mad because he could have beat me if it was a fair contest with
weights?" she smirked back at him. Shit. Apparently word had gotten around.

"Well..." Mark started. Oh, what the hell. "Yeah, you know, it's not that hard
to pull up like 90 pounds. I weigh 155. If I had a 65 pound assist I could do
like a hundred chin-ups. It wasn't a fair contest."

Natalia laughed. "God, I can't believe you're still butt-hurt over the whole
thing! It's like you started the Sore Losers Support Club for your friend!
What a sweet thing to do."

Mark's eyes darkened. The smile had left. "Let it go, Natalia. As far as I'm
concerned, you didn't prove a damn thing other than that you can be a real
bitch."

Now it was Natalia's turn to scowl. "What did you call me?" she demanded.

"Okay, cool off. I didn't say you were a bitch. I said you were being a bitch
that day." Mark was dimly aware that the other three girls were standing
around them, staring, watching their intense exchange.

Natalia glared at him wordlessly for a moment, and then the smirk returned to
her face. "Well, tell you what, Mark, if you want a fair contest with this
bitch, I'll gladly give it to you."

"What, you mean like with weights?" Mark glanced around. He didn't see any
weights in Kathy's apartment.

"Sure, but we don't have any. Tell you what, if you want a contest where
weight doesn't disadvantage your poor muscles, why don't you wrestle me?"

The other three girls laughed loudly at that suggestion. Mark's face reddened.

"I'm not going to wrestle you right in Kathy's apartment -" Mark started.

"I don't mind!" Kathy interjected. The two other girls added that this was
something they totally wanted to see. One pulled out her cell phone, but
reluctantly put it back in her pocket at Mark's angry insistence that this not
turn into some ridiculous YouTube thing.

Mark's back was against the wall. "Okay, fine, I'd wrestle you, but seriously,
that club dress you've got on is going to get ruin-"

Apparently Natalia had anticipated this argument, because she was already
pulling the garment over her head, quickly disrobing to nothing but a little
lacy black bra and cute blue boyshort-cut panties. Mark's eyes almost bulged
out of his head. Sure, he'd seen professional dancers on the Internet and TV,
but no girl he'd ever slept with looked anything like this. Natalia's body was
a work of art. Lean in the right places, curvy in the right places, toned all
over. And her breasts! It was obvious that the bra was only there to press
them together to create cleavage - they were round and pert, and her skin just
glowed with health.

"Jesus, Mark, her eyes are up there," teased one of the girls whose name he
hadn't remembered, and Mark felt his cheeks burn again. "Okay, fine!" he said,
faking bravado even though the situation made him uncomfortable. He walked
into to the living room and shoved a coffee table out of the way across the
soft carpet. "Here?"

"In your jeans?" Natalia asked, smirking. The girls laughed. Mark angrily
started to strip out of his jeans, then realized that his reaction to Natalia
would be very visible through his thin boxer shorts. "Um.. let me just go to
the bathroom first."

He headed off to the bathroom. "Relieving some tension?" Natalia called back
after him. Mark scowled. Maybe wrestling this bitch was exactly what he wanted
to do tonight.

In the bathroom, he glared at his reflection in the mirror, thinking thoughts
of crushing this girl, dominating her, making her admit that she wasn't all
she was cracked up to be. The thoughts were not making him go soft very
quickly. It was more than ten minutes before he was comfortable re-emerging in
only his shirt and boxer shorts, his jeans folded neatly and left in the
bathroom.

He came out to the room to see Natalia sitting on the couch in her underwear,
flexing her bicep, letting Kathy's friend sitting next to her ooh and ahh at
its hard feminine peak as she squeezed it. Mark looked away, not wanting to
have to head right back into the bathroom. "Okay, Natalia, let's do this, but
seriously, don't expect me to go easy on you. You've got something coming to
you."

"Do I." Natalia said with a smile as she got off the sofa and assumed a
wrestling stance. "Okay, big boy. Come get me."

Mark wasted no time in charging at her. He grabbed for her shoulders, but she
slipped from his grip and tackled him around the thighs. He backed up in
several awkward steps and banged his back against the wall. "Go, Natalia!"
Kathy shouted.

That got Mark's attention. If he lost to this girl, he probably wouldn't be
getting any tonight. His thighs still trapped in Natalia's arms, he tried to
bend down and wrap his arms around her smooth back, wanting to lift her upside
down. It was an awkward position, but he got his hands placed against her bare
stomach. Fuck, it was hard. But as he tried to pull her up, instead of
resisting, she threw her legs up and clamped her ankles around his neck.
Pulling his head down slightly, Mark found himself forced to stare down the
length of her tight thighs at her little peach of an ass.

Her ankles weren't doing any damage, but Mark knew better than to lift her up
and get her in a position where it could be her thighs around his head. So
instead he threw his weight forward, wanting to pin her smaller body to the
ground. But Natalia was anticipating the move, and unlocked her legs and
rolled away as soon as he started coming at her. With his legs still together,
he crashed awkwardly to the carpet and she quickly rolled away and pounced on
his back before he could react.

Kathy's friends were going wild. "Yeah! Pin his ass!" he heard. "NNN!" Mark
grunted as he pushed himself up, using the powerful muscles in his chest to
lift them both off the floor. Lightning quick, Natalia wrapped her arms around
his neck and her thighs around his back. Her bare thighs tightened, and Mark
felt himself wincing hard at the pressure.

"From here I could totally put him in a sleeper hold and knock him out,"
Natalia said as Mark struggled with one hand to loosen her grip on his neck,
his other arm still supporting them both. "I'm not going to knock him out,
though, because he'd probably whine about me cheating." she added, obviously
smirking above him, those perfect breasts pressing into his back through his
shirt.

"You... could... not!" Mark managed to gasp with his ribs compressed and his
airway half closed, and using all his strength, managed to get to his feet.
Natalia didn't drop from his back - her scissors were so tight they could have
held her in place even if she wasn't gripping his neck. "Whatcha gonna do
now?" she smirked? Mark was struggling to breathe, but managed to get enough
air to yell "This!" And then he threw himself back against the wall as hard as
he could, wanting to smash this little bitch between him and the wall.

Her back collided hard with the wall, and he heard a little grunt, but her
grip didn't loosen one bit. "That probably hurt you more than me," she
laughed. Enraged, Mark threw his weight forward, trying to flip her over his
head, but her scissor hold wouldn't budge, and he just managed to throw
himself face first into the carpet. Natalia loosened the hold at the very last
minute so she wouldn't smack her knees, and Mark saw stars as his forehead
slammed into the carpet. "Uhhh," he mumbled. The girls laughed with delight.

But with her scissors loosened, he had a little more energy. He lied there for
a minute, collecting his breath, and then violently twisted, trying to flip
them over. Instead, Natalia let go of his neck and let him flip over
underneath her, before smoothly sliding her toned legs around his and locking
her ankles around his. Now, the crotch of her boyshort panties was pressed
right against his cock, her breasts hanging down right above his face. Mark
gasped at the sensations shooting through his body. He was only focused on
them for a second, but a second was all it took for Natalia to grab his wrists
and pull her legs apart into a grapevine.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Mark as her strong legs felt like they were about to split
him apart. 'She's half your size, just throw her off!" his brain screamed at
him, and he made a viscious push to get his hands up out of her grip, he
forced them both up a few inches, maybe a foot, but his momentum stopped
there. Natalia grinned down into his eyes and pushed back, her grapevine
sending daggers into his inner thighs. Soon, his arms began to tremble, and
one inch at a time, she pushed them back against the carpet, thoroughly
pinning him.

Mark couldn't move a muscle. He was completely at the mercy of this younger,
sexy, half-naked girl. His crotch pressed right against her panties, he
couldn't have imagined hating this position before today. He gritted his teeth
in disbelief as she stared down into his eyes.

"You know, now that I think about it, this contest is probably even more
unfair, because you don't know how to wrestle," Natalia remarked, laughing.
Kathy's friends laughed along. "Anyway, you should probably give up now and
admit I'm better or you're not going to like what comes next."

"Fuck off," Mark said curtly. 'All I have to do is rest for a second and I can
throw this bitch off,' he thought to himself, letting his muscles go slack,
giving them a much-needed break.

"Have it your way!" she chirped, apparently excited that he had declined her
offer, and with one smooth move, released the grapevine and jumped up onto
him, straddling his chest. Mark immediately swung his knees up, trying to knee
her right in the back, but she was too fast and his knees were overextended by
the time they reached her back and he barely tapped her. She was now sitting
on his chest. Struggling with her arms anew, he tried to bridge hard, but she
just responded by scooting up even further, placing the crotch of her panties
right against his chin, her knees on his shoulders. Her perfect sex was right
there, inches from his nose. His cock was sticking up like a flagpole, and he
heard a giggle from one of the girls, but fortunately, no crude comments.

'Okay,' Mark thought, 'this pin isn't any worse than' - and then Natalia
suddenly reached down and pulled up on the back of his hair, pulling his nose
up towards her navel, swung her legs forward, clamped her thighs around his
neck, and began to squeeze. "Ahhhhh!" wailed Mark. The pressure was intense.
He felt like he had been hit by a truck. His head was swimming. Natalia only
kept up the pressure for a second or two, then let his head relax and smiled
into his eyes.

"Okay, seriously, you have to give up now," she laughed. Mark's mind was
reeling. He still couldn't accept that he could be losing. He opened his mouth
to say something, and then closed it. Natalia responded with another vicious,
short squeeze. "Ahhhh" Mark screamed again. It was only a couple of seconds of
pressure, but sparks flashed across his vision and he felt like he was on the
verge of passing out. It was terrifying.

"Okay, okay, I give up," he pleaded. "You win, you got me." He could hear the
girls muttering things to each other like 'Holy shit, she got him!' and 'That
wasn't even close!'

"And I'm stronger than you?" she asked, a big enthusiastic smile on her face.

"Y-yeah." he said.

"Come on, dude, don't make me ask you all kinds of leading questions. Tell me
what I want to hear," she laughed, reaching down and tweaking his nose,
holding his head in the other hand, her thighs still wrapped loosely around
his head.

A realization was dawning on Mark. Natalia's contest with Bruce had not been a
fluke. This girl was a pure athlete. She was fast, she was fit, she trained
hard every day, and... well, fuck, she was stronger than him. She was stronger
than most guys. There was no reason in the first place he thought he could
beat her except that he was a guy. She wasn't being a bitch to him - he was
the one being a bitch by pretending she was beneath him physically.

So, swallowing his pride, he opened his mouth with some difficulty and said
the words. "You're... incredibly strong," he started. "You beat Bruce. It was
legit. I was a jerk for not accepting it. Natalia, I'm sorry. Physically,
you're just... better than me." He looked up at her in a whole different
light. This wasn't some hot girl who was too bitchy to let him fuck her. This
was a goddess.

For the first time that night, Natalia gave him a smile that was free of any
smirking or sarcasm. "Okay, get up, get your pants on," she said, helping him
to his feet.

They got dressed, and Mark spent about another ten minutes at the party, but
he was exhausted, he was sore, and once the conversation finally turned away
from the wrestling match, he found he couldn't think of anything other than
how much of a jerk he'd been to Natalia and how incredible she was. He
realized he needed to go home and excused himself, ignoring Kathy's protests.

As he stepped out of the door, he heard Natalia call to him, "Hey!" He turned
to her and she approached him on the front porch, moving to within inches of
him. He could feel the heat from her body against his skin.

"No hard feelings, right?" she asked.

"Actually," Mark said, "No. It's kind of weird, but this is the first time in
five years I haven't had hard feelings."

Natalia smiled at him. "You know, Mark, I always thought you were an asshole,
but maybe you're a little cooler than I thought. I think you've earned
yourself coffee." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a receipt and
scribbled her number down on it. "Call me." Leaning over and giving him a kiss
on the cheek, she turned and disappeared back into the house.

Mark stood on the porch staring at that number for a very long time.