If You Start to Feel Uncomfortable...




Life as a fresh college graduate was boring. No one ever seemed to have time
to get together anymore, now that their lives were spread out all over the
place instead of localized to the campus. That was why I spent one lonely
Sunday afternoon on computer, looking for some sort of club or group to find.
After reading about various pub crawls, pottery classes and book clubs, I
decided to join a recreational soccer team. It was a co-ed team that met once
a week for a casual game of soccer. I figured I'd run around a bit, make a
couple of friends, and keep myself busy on the Sundays of the future.

The first game was a blast, and while I wasn't very good my team won a very
convincing victory. This was mostly thanks to the talents of Megan. She hadn't
talked about it, but it was very clear that Megan had played a lot of this
sport in her life, as she was dipping around and embarrassing her opponents
all over the field, male and female alike. She was remarkable in other ways
too, no matter how hard she ran or tired she got, there was always the hint of
a compassionate smile hidden behind her long, golden hair. She seemed friendly
and fun, always helping her teammates and passing the ball around even though
she could easily win the game on her own. Impressed with her skills I
complimented her after the game, she thanked me and informed me that a couple
of members of the team were headed out for drinks. After she invited me along,
I went with her and a group of four others and soon we were talking and
laughing like old friends. It was perfect, exactly what I had hoped for from
joining the team in the first place.

Everything changed a couple of weeks later.

Megan left her kitchen sink on one day before she left for work, and soon her
entire apartment was flooding. Left with nowhere to stay while her insurance
company made last minute arrangements for a hotel, she posted a status to her
facebook account asking if any of her friends could take her in for a night. I
had a pretty small apartment and didn't really know her all that well yet, but
I couldn't pretend I wouldn't love to get to know Megan outside of the context
of the team, so despite living in a very small studio apartment, I offered my
place. As I read her affirmative response, my heart started beating like
crazy. I hadn't realized it until now but I had been building quite the
admiration for my new friend.

When Megan arrived I welcomed her inside and offered her a drink. She refused
and after an awkward few moments we started to feel more at ease with each
other. As the night went I had some beers while she had some wine and we
watched a couple episodes of her favorite sitcom.

When it was time to start preparing to go to sleep, I made a terrible joke
about us sharing the bed and Megan's happy demeanor seemed to fade. Quickly
backtracking I started blurting things out.

"Look, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but please ignore my
dumb jokes! If I make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that at any
point just let me know and I will stop and go for a walk or something okay?"

She smiled a little and my heart leapt out of my chest. "Thanks Jeff, but you
know I can take care of myself."

"What do you mean?" My heart was still pounding from her smile and I was not
following her train of thought at all. I'd had plenty of women over before but
not one had ever made me so nervous over a smile.

"Well if you started to make me feel uncomfortable, I wouldn't have to say
anything, you'd know pretty quick."

"Well how would I know without you saying anything?"

"Well you'd be flipped on your butt so fast you wouldn't even have time to
ask!" Her smile kept growing larger and I had absolutely no idea where this
was going.

I defaulted to my usual sarcasm and smirked, "Okay Megan, whatever you say." I
was holding back a little bit of laughter as I spoke.

A look of frustration filled her face, a very cute look of frustration. "Well,
you know I actually wouldn't mind the bed ... " Just before I could offer to
sleep on the couch she continued, "How about we wrestle for it?"

Now I was at full attention. Roll around nice and personal with Megan a little
bit, pin her to the floor a couple of times, offer her the bed anyways and
come out looking like a hero? Sounded great to me. I laughed and accepted her
challenge.

"Best of three, submissions and/or knockout?" She said, her face now a picture
of seriousness.

"Knockouts!? Relax there Megan I'll go easy on you!" I was really laughing
now, there was no hiding it.

Now it was Megan's turn to smirk. "What are you waiting for then?" She asked.

With a shrug and a grin, I playfully moved towards Megan, gently implementing
a wrestling move I remembered from high school to sweep out her leg and put
her on the floor. With a matching grin on her face she looked back in my eyes
as her leg didn't budge. "She wants to play harder?" I thought, "Fine." I
started to try a little harder. As I put more effort into my move I expected
her to fall at any moment, yet she continued to look straight into my eyes
with the same smile across her face. Suddenly I was putting absolutely
everything I had into the move. I had never had any intention of being so
forceful but I just couldn't understand how she was still standing and her
smile was really starting to get to me. If Megan had noticed the increase in
my efforts, she gave no outward indication of it.

"Here, let me try." She quickly slipped her leg out from mine and while my
momentum started carrying me forward she executed the exact move I had been
trying and reversed my direction, flipping me onto my back. Before I could
even process what was happening Megan was on top of me. She was sitting on my
chest with her knees pinning down my arms and her hands on her hips looking
down on me. "Well it's a good thing for you these are submission falls and not
pins isn't it!?" She pulled a rubber band out of her pocket and start putting
her hair into a ponytail.

I started to struggle to get up as my senses returned but found I could not
move any part of my upper body. I instead started uselessly kicking out my
legs into midair in frustration. She laughed and said, "Don't worry, I want to
have some more fun anyways!" Through all of this she remained cheerful,
teasing and full of energy.

She let me up and my pride was hurt. She just got lucky, there was no other
explanation. Apparently I remembered that old wrestling move wrong. It was
fine, I wouldn't waste time with that now. I jumped up and barreled at her,
with the intention of using my size and weight advantage to force her to the
ground. She giggled a little as I came at her, all while gracefully
side-stepping, grabbing my wrist and flipping me to the ground. This time
instead of disengaging and pinning me down, she kept hold of my wrist as I
fell. Then she jumped in the air, placed my arm between her legs, and landed
on the floor with me in a perfect armbar.

I have never before felt any pain as intense as that moment. I doubt I ever
will again. All pretense was completely lost as I tried to scream but couldn't
make a sound with my mouth. My vision was almost going white as my brain tried
to ignore the inexplicable amount of pain my arm was in.

"So do you submit?" I had completely forgotten submission was an option! I
managed to squeak out some mangled response which thankfully she interpreted
as a yes and she set me loose. I lay down on the floor moaning as she jumped
to her feet clapping her hands. "Ready for round two!?"

Male pride could only take me so far. I saw how easily she had inflicted an
amount of pain I could barely cope with a while wearing a grin and a giggle
and I didn't want any more of it. "You win Megan. Please no round two."

She pouted. "But I wanted to play more! I'll tell you what ... " she said,
over exaggerating a thinking face as if she were talking to a child, "You
don't have to wrestle me again tonight if you agree to share the bed."

Feeling rather incredulous and wondering if I was hallucinating from pain, I
happily agreed to share the bed with her. It was what I had wanted all along
... 

As I crawled onto the bed, she jumped right onto the other side next to me,
smiling and bouncing up and down on it. She dropped down into a lying position
and giggled a little before speaking. "If I make you feel uncomfortable or
anything at any point just let me know."

I was too out of it to even get the joke. I looked back at her and muttered
something about her being pretty. Her eyes brightened and without saying
another word she shoved her tongue into my mouth. It was one of the most
passionate kisses I'd ever experienced, but I had difficulty reciprocating
because of my weakened condition. While she kissed me, I was too distracted to
notice her wrapping her legs around me in a body scissors until she clamped
down. In shock and pain my body reflexively bit down. I immediately tasted
blood. It wasn't mine.

Megan was absolutely furious as she pulled away from the kiss and spat some
blood out onto the floor. Her eyes turned cold as she informed me that it was
time for bed. I agreed and she loosened her legs so I could turn over. Instead
of pulling them out after I had turned however, she tightened them again! Then
she snaked her arm around my neck in a choke hold, and suddenly I was locked
into a rear naked choke.

"But first someone has to put you to sleep." She whispered in my ear as she
tightened her grip.

I woke up with a yell in the middle of the night. I sat up and looked around.
Next to me, Megan was slowly waking up. The coldness in her eyes had faded and
she smiled at me. "I think you're very cute Jeff, but if you wake me up again
I will put in you in a world of so much pain you will never sleep again.
Understood?" I nodded frantically and silently and she smiled again, turned
back and went to sleep.