Robin    
by Michael Elk
Robin gets introduced to the gay world through dancing and wrestling


1.

I was in my final year of college and having the best time of my life. I'd now
been living in a rented house for the last two years with three best friends
who I'd met in class. Claire was quiet, sensible, and competent, the one I
would talk to about problems, or boy issues. Rebecca was the smart one, good
at almost anything, and the one who looked after any joint financing
calculations or who would fix the plumbing. Then there was Kim, small and
pixie-like, and with a wicked sense of humor. We were very compatible and very
supportive, and I was also doing well in my nursing course. So life was
perfect. But my perfect life was about to change big time. I was in my final
year and in the final two months, so in approximately 60 days, I would be
moving out of my secure realm and heading back to my parents home while I
looked for a job. It was exciting to be heading out into the unknown reality
of life, but at the same time sad to be leaving my great roommates and my
wonderful sheltered existence.

All four of us were in semi-serious relationships. I was still going with my
high school crush, Greg, though at a distance since he was studying at a
different institution; and the other three had all met boys here at college.
Nevertheless, we insisted on a girl's night out once a week, where the four of
us would have a few drinks, get silly and let our hair down. It was at those
sessions, when alcohol would loosen lips, that I would learn the little
idiosyncrasies, obsessions, and even perversions of my roommates. But that
just drew us closer and cemented our bonds.

For the first year of our weekly revelries, we would attend the HUB, the
student bar and dance spot. But on a lark, one Friday evening, we went to a
local lesbian bar instead. From then on, that was our venue of choice- but not
for the reason you are thinking. The problem with the HUB was that it was loud
and that made talking difficult. But the main reason that we left the HUB was
a boy issue. The HUB had a dance floor and four single girls were fair game.
Each evening we would have several boys approach and ask for a dance. We were
pretty much loyal to our present boyfriends and had no difficulty in
declining. However we were also an empathetic foursome and could see the
disappointment and even humiliation that our rejections were causing. There
were no such problems at the gay bar, because it would appear that we were two
couples, and already taken - until, one evening in late February, that is.

A young, slim brunette approached our table. She was about my age and height,
and clad in a very sexy black dress; she was not exactly beautiful, but quite
striking and classy - eloquent might be the best description. I'd seen her
here one or two times and had noted her stylish clothing and her apparent
confidence. But now I could tell that she was hesitant and embarrassed.

Later, I would try to figure the chain of events that left me dancing with a
complete stranger, and no doubt a Lesbian one. It sort of happened
unintentionally, a series of factors, and it certainly was not in my playbook.
First we were all quite inebriated after about 3 rounds. Then there was the
girl's shyness that I liked and that made me reluctant to embarrass her. But I
have no doubt that it was mostly Kim's fault. Kim was always mischievous and
only got worse under the influence.

The young woman approached the table and spoke to me. "Hi, I'm Erika. Would
you care to dance? That is, if it's OK with your partner."

Well three of us might have been shocked and unable to reply, but Kim thought
this was hilarious. "Of course it's OK" she enthused, her face jubilant with
glee and with alcohol. " In fact her partner insists on it. Way you go, Robin.
We're here to have fun. I don't mind a bit."

And with that I was up and taking the girl's hand as she led me onto the dance
floor. And by now the other two friends of mine were seeing humor in my
embarrassment as well. My right hand was in her left, so I think meant that
she was leading, but I was totally embarrassed. Then I felt her other hand on
my back and I had to reciprocate. I made a note to French Kim's bed.

"I guess your name is Robin. I heard your friend say." she said timidly.

"Yes. But I'm a little embarrassed. I'm not gay at all. We just come here for
the atmosphere."

" Oh I know that." She replied."I've seen you here several times. I just
wanted to dance with a pretty girl, that's all. No intent beyond that."

"How could you know that I'm straight?" I questioned, puzzled. All four of us
had assumed that we were being taken as gay.

"Oh, there are certain tells." She said. "For one thing, you never hold hands,
and you sit beside different persons each time. You get along too well to be
having affairs, you pay individually for drinks, etc. etc. But now I'm
embarrassed " she laughed. "because I've just told you that I've been watching
your group. You'll take me for a stalker. Perhaps I am a little. I've just
been a bit enthralled with seeing you four charming, college girls. I guess
you are all in college, or am I assuming?"

" You're right, we are all in our last year, about to face the BIG world out
there. What about you? Are you working?"

" Last year at this time I was exactly in your situation - in my final year of
university. I was in law and am now an apprentice lawyer. Sounds more exotic
than it is. I just get realty assignments, land titles etc.; not the divorce
or criminal cases the senior lawyers do."

At that moment the dance ended and I thanked Erika, and pulled away, intending
to return to my table.

"Oh please, please. Just one more dance and I'll never bother you again." And
she still had my hand firmly gripped in hers and didn't appear ready to
surrender it. "I haven't had time to get to know you at all. And I confess
that my two friends over there will be green with envy if they think I'm
making time with a straight."

I capitulated and reluctantly let myself be returned to her embrace, and we
continued to dance. I was now wondering whether she might be a stalker after
all and even dangerous.

We chatted about our families and music preferences, but conversation
eventually ceased and my plight became a little awkward. With silence, I
became more aware of the Lesbian in my arms. I liked her of course, and she
was nice, but I was becoming more embarrassed the longer we danced. Then her
hand tightened perceptivity on my back, and she pulled me gently against her
body so that we were chest to chest. This was more than a little
uncomfortable, mainly because of my friends no doubt watching our every move.
But I allowed it because I was caught off guard.

"Don't worry," she whispered in my ear. "This is just to make my friends
scream with envy. The dance is just about over."

However I was really uncomfortable. The warmth of her body was pleasant, but
her head was on my shoulder and her breath tickled my neck whenever she
talked. And I feared it was intentional. Now I began to think how I would have
to react when I got back to our table. They would be chirping me, I was
certain. I would have to be cool and joke that I had been converted and tease
my friends that I might sexually attack them in the night.

Then just before the music ended, her finger lightly and deliberately traced a
path from my ear and downward along my neck, sending a shiver along my spine.
"No, no, no! I said", laughing a little, in order to soften my reaction and
pulling back. That's not me."

"Sorry, Robin. That was just a habit I have when I'm dancing with someone who
might like it. I was enjoying your presence so much and wasn't even thinking."
The dance ended and we each stepped back. Then she handed me a card. "That's
my phone number if you ever want to go for a coffee."

I knew that my face would be red as a result of my little prolonged adventure,
so I headed for the bar to get a fresh drink. It also gave me a chance to hide
the card in my bra. I had no intent to ever use that phone number, but I would
never hear the end of it if my roommates knew about the card.

Not unexpectedly, I was harassed when I got back to the table. Kim was over
the top, laughing and pointing out my flushed face, but the others just
laughed. I had to joke that I was now a convert and that they would no longer
be safe from my advances. And the Seinfeld episode with Elaine trying to bring
a gay over to her 'team' was discussed at some length. Then the conversation
took a turn to a new topic, and my dance and my dance partner were never
discussed again that evening. And I was relieved.

2.

I'd hidden the card I'd got from Erika in by wallet when I'd gone to the loo
later that evening. It was her business card, and proved that she was indeed a
lawyer. So every time I used a credit card or took out money the next few
days, there was the card and a reminder of my one close encounter with the
lesbian world. I could have gotten rid of the card at any time, but I kind of
treasured the experience. And I found myself continually replaying the event
and the more I thought about it the more I fantasized about this Erika. I was
enthralled with the idea, and certainly my fantasies would greatly exceed any
reality.

I only lasted a week. I phoned Erika and made a date for coffee at a little
café nearby. I chose the café in the hopes that nobody I knew would see me,
and chose a Friday afternoon when I knew my three roommates all had classes.
It proved an enjoyable afternoon - no sex or even sexual innuendoes; only good
conversation and a pleasant companion. And we agreed to meet again the next
Friday.

3.

The next Friday was a repeat of the last, with one exception. Erika invited me
back to her apartment. It's not what you're thinking, though. It was totally
innocent. Erika had occupied the same apartment for the last two years of
school as well as this last year when she had been working - the benefit of
working and schooling in the same city. I also might well find a job in this
same city and would be looking for an apartment for myself. She had an
apartment in a building she liked, close to amenities and with a landlord who
took good care of facilities. It might well prove suitable for me in a couple
months.

Erika's showed me the kitchen, bathroom, balcony and her bedroom, the latter
which was large enough to have a full size desk and computer. Bu when I asked
about a closed door, she hesitated a bit.

'It's a bit embarrassing" she said, opening the door. The room was small and
devoid of any furniture, but covered with a gym mat.

" Believe it or not," she said. "in college, a few of us formed a wrestling
group, and I had this spare room. And believe it or not, it had nothing at all
to do with sex or lesbianism. It was just fun, and for some reason, wrestling
forms great bonds. Today I've kept a lot closer contact with girls I'd
wrestled with in collage than some that I've dated."

"Oh God, I know what you mean." I exclaimed, suddenly taken back a few years
in memory. "I wrestled for 3 years in high school, and it was the most fun I
can remember". And win or lose, you were always buddies with the opposition.
I'd often wrestle the same girl from another school two or three times in a
year, and by the end, we'd be great friends. And you'd kill for a teammate who
you'd practice with in sessions."

"You wrestle?" she exclaimed, and the delight in her voice was unmistakable.
"Why don't we try it right now?"

Oh gosh, Erika. I'm wearing bluejeans and a blouse."

"I can lend you a pair of shorts and we can wrestle in our bras. Please. I
haven't had a chance to wrestle now in a year and a half. No sexual stuff,
Just fun."

Well, I loved wrestling and the idea of wrestling Erika was exciting. I really
liked the idea, but I was also aware that she might not be truthful about her
intent. "I guess we could try it out. But I'm not interested in anything, you
know, kinky!"

4.

Erik explained the rules. "We always wrestle until someone gets someone else
in a hold they can't get out of." Erika said as we stepped onto the mats.
"None of this pin stuff that you would have done in high school. Is that OK?"

We started the wrestling on our knees, so that nobody would be hurt falling to
the mat. I found that I was a little stronger than Erika, and I certainly was
more experienced. So I really enjoyed the tryst. I was dominant and actually
had to let up occasionally to keep the fight even. But it was so enjoyable,
that skin on skin contact with another human being. Dominating her was
wonderful. Wrestling is amazingly sexual, without the sex. Wrestling is not
unnatural. Nature is rampant with wrestling. Who hasn't seen puppies or baby
bears wrestling? And I used to wrestle with my brothers. Nature uses it to
strengthen young muscles to insure that creatures are at their strongest for
survival.

I finished our first round by putting Erika in a headlock. She was on her back
with my right arm around her neck and my left under her arm and around her
head, a classic wrestling move (one must have an arm captured in the hold to
avoid neck injuries). Erika reacted in the only way she could by attempting to
wrap one of her legs over my near leg, but that was easily countered by my
spinning away from her as she tried. We actually spun a full 360 degrees
before she realized the hopelessness and surrendered.

The second round was much like the first and I played with my adversary as we
went. I was definitely the superior athlete. Eventually I got her in a cradle.
My one arm was around her thigh and the other around her head, with my hands
locked together. She was bent in a circle almost, with her back and neck
pinned to the mat. In high school she would have been pinned and counted out.
But here she thrashed and strained and tried to straighten her leg. There was
no doubt that she was annoyed and putting her best effort to escape. She
almost managed to force my hands apart, but eventually tired, relaxed, and
allowed me to tighten and secure the hold.

"Alright you win again" she admitted, and I could hear in her voice that she
wasn't happy with the outcome. Give me one more try, OK?"

5.

We took a break for 15 minutes, had a glass of water and talked about the
match. I had enjoyed the match immensely, and I knew that Erika was looking
for revenge. We started the third round and again I had the upper hand.
Perhaps she was more determined, and trying harder, because I didn't have to
hold back the way I had earlier to keep her interested. That made it even more
fun when I could go all out.

But I made a mistake. I got cocky and decided to give her a chance. I let her
get on top of me and straddle my body. Then she grabbed my wrists and pinned
them to the mat on either side of my head. "Gotcha," she said with glee. "
you're not going to get out of this."

I let her sit there on top of me for about 30 seconds so as to let her enjoy
her mini triumph while she could. She was so cute sitting there with her
triumphal smirk that I felt badly that I was about to shatter her joy. I was
far too competitive to allow her a fake victory. I easily broke her grip on
one of my wrists, and had my hand on her ribs, ready to heave her off, when I
got a surprise. Suddenly and viciously she hurled her body down and drove her
chest hard into mine. My back hit the mat equally hard, and before I could
recover, she had wrapped her legs around mine in a classic grapevine. I
quickly spread my legs wide in order to unhook her ankles but she was just as
flexible as I was and the further I spread my legs, the firmer she set the
hold.

I have only seen a grapevine used once in school wrestling when one boy used
it to pin another. My coach had laughed and called it 'the Saturday night
special'. Erika was now flattened out on top of me and was using the strength
in her legs to keep mine off the mat. She had now seized my wrists again, but
this time forced my arms higher above my head where I had no leverage to
escape.

Oh I struggled hard all right, but I really couldn't move at all and soon gave
up the effort as I tired. Erika was breathing hard in my ear with her effort,
but still had plenty of wind to gloat. "I guess,miss high school wrestling
champ, that you aren't getting away this time. Give up?"

I was really pissed off; not with Erika of course and not that I had lost the
round. It wasn't the first time I'd loss a bout. I was pissed off with myself
for letting myself get in that position and losing to an inferior wrestler.
Now, though, I wanted to get back at her in the worst way.

"Have we got time for another quick bout?" I asked, trying to seem casual
about it. "Let you have a chance to even things up?" My opponent agreed and I
could hardly wait.

But I lost the fourth round as well. Wrestling is an exhausting sport, and as
I would find out much later, my opponent was in the habit of visiting a gym
for an hour three times a week. So while I was stronger and more experienced,
Erika had the stamina. And as we wrestled, I began to feel more and more
fatigued. And I found myself more and more on the defensive. I soon realized
that it wasn't Erika who had improved in the 3rd round, but me who had gotten
worse. Now our roles were reversed, with me on the defensive and Erika
dominating most of the match. I found myself trapped in a chicken wing, a
simple hold, but one that is not easy to escape. And yet after a few seconds,
I did escape. It seemed that she was even letting up a bit to keep me in the
match. I was being dominated, and couldn't figure why she wasn't just as tired
as I was. I found myself in a headlock, underhooks and overhooks, and once
even a fireman's, holds that I knew how to counter and couldn't through
fatigue. Probably any of several holds would have finished me without the
largess of my opponent letting me escape..

Then she was on top of me again, straddling my body and trying to grab my
wrists. I kept my hands tight to my body and my legs closed together so that
she couldn't get at my wrists again. or get me in another grapevine. I rolled
my body over while I was still under her so that I wound up face down on the
mat with her on my back and using her weight to keep me there.

I've watched MMA fights often enough to know that one should not surrender
one's back to one's opponent. But I'd had little choice as there was no way
I'd have had the strength to throw her off me. Now her forearm was on my head
pressing down hard in a standard move to keep a flattened opponent flat.

No doubt Erika could have kept me pinned there forever, but the arm left my
head and her weight lessened and I was able to get up on my hands and knees.
She was now sitting me like a rider on a horse. Suddenly her right leg came
across my stomach, and her left knee hooked its ankle. I found myself locked
tight in a figure four leg scissors. I was winded from my all out efforts, and
when she clamped down hard on my diaphragm I could no longer expand my lungs
to breathe properly. I was beat and I was devastated.

And Erika was now pretty sure of herself and pretty sure of victory. "Relax
sweetheart, you aren't going anywhere."

She grabbed my left arm, causing me to tip over, as she expertly rolled the
two of us onto our backs. I was on top, still trapped in the leg scissors. I
tried to pry her knee off her ankle, but legs are a lot stronger than hands
and arms, and it was impossible. Then her arms slipped under mine and her
fingers locked together behind my neck in a classic full nelson.

I flailed away madly for a bit, but it was hopeless. I was helpless in this
double hold. I could move my legs just fine, but I was trapped uncomfortably
in her leg scissors and my arms were immobilized. It was maddening. "OK. OK! I
concede. You win". I didn't mind losing, but I hated to lose to what I had
thought was an inferior wrestler, and I hated most being so totally dominated
as I'd just been.

"Say uncle", and I could hear the glee in her voice.

"Uncle", I said reluctantly.

"A little louder, please."

"UNCLE" I nearly shouted.

But I was not immediately released by my captor. "You know" she said in a
quiet tone. " It's not often I get to embrace a captive maiden, and I'm going
to enjoy the sensation for a bit longer. Sure hope you don't mind, but then
you don't have a lot of choice as I see it."

Erika was as good as her word, keeping me locked tight. Her hands were so firm
on my neck that it bent my head, so that my entire world consisted only of
that smooth muscular leg across my middle. My tormentor began mildly taunting
me over my wrestling skills, my over confidence, and the mental and physical
superiority of lawyers over nurses. The diatribe was just light banter, but
very annoying. What was really frustrating, though, was to be so completely
helpless. I didn't like and had no desire to be a captive maiden, but it was
also a frustration of a sexual nature. I was perfectly aware of what my captor
would really like to do to me, and I found the situation surprisingly
arousing.

Erika held me there helpless for 10 minutes or so, while she chatted amicably,
subtly flaunting her victory and teasing me about my ineptitude. She was high
as a kite with her win. But then she changed her tune a bit.

"God but you're sweet, Robin. And sexy!"

That embarrassed me to no end. Wrestling had bonded me to Erika and having sex
with her no longer seemed a remote possibility. Perhaps I was a closet
submissive and hadn't realized it, but being held like this was enormously
erotic. I had to keep reminding myself that I was straight.

"No I'm not sweet or sexy. And remember I'm not gay. I'm not sure I want what
you want." I said, half scared and half pleading, but realizing that, in my
present state of arousal, she could do almost anything she wanted with me.
Then with a little laugh to soften the moment. "I'd hate to short change you
when you're getting your jollies off on me like this." That made her laugh,
and I continued. "But I admit you're not the only one who finds this sensual."

I hadn't intended to encourage her, but apparently I just had. She slowly
released my arms, though she kept her legs secured around my waist. Then her
arms slid under mine and her hands were on my bra, one over each breast,
though not moving. I could have easily removed her hands, but I was too
aroused to want her to quit, and I held my breath to see what would happen.

Erika hesitated. Then taking my inactivity as encouragement, she slid my bra
up and off the breasts, and then began subtly tweaking my nipples. My god it
felt good. I could feel the nipples swell as she gently fingered the tips. And
her lips were on my neck and sending shivers up and down my spine. I felt my
body writhe in her caress, or at least try to while entrapped by those
marvelous, sexy legs.

I heard a moaning sound and embarrassingly realized that it was me.

"Let me know if you want me to stop" she breathed in my ear. But I could tell
she had no intention of stopping and I sure didn't want her to. That leg
across my abdomen that had played such a role in my defeat now released its
hold. I had gained physical freedom, but I was still fully her captive; this
time through lust.

Her lips were still playing my neck and driving me crazy, and one hand
continued to torment a nipple. But her other hand was now on my abdomen and
gently feathering the skin. Slowly that hand moved lower and lower, and the
anticipation was unbearable. 'Do it! Do it!' I wanted to scream. I was fully
aroused and the agony of delay was unbearable.

Finally that hand, which was now the centre of my universe, reached my shorts
, slid under them, continued under my panties, and reached their goal. Her
finger entered me and I inhaled a roomful of air in seconds. Then the finger
was inside me and moving. My boyfriend had been there, but always went in way
too deep. But Erika knew my body, as it was so similar to hers. The finger
found and stopped on my clitoris, then moved onto it and around it and in it,
in a way I'd never experienced. I came in a moment and the orgasm was
explosive. My boyfriend would have rolled over, satisfied at this point, but
Erika knew the needs of a woman and cuddled and held me for a long time. At
that moment I was so enamored of my sexual partner that I was sure I was in
love.

6.

When I insisted that I reciprocate with Erika, she wanted to shed our clothes,
and enjoy the skin on skin contact. That proved different. I'd never fondled
or sucked on another's breasts, nor had my hands on a female rump, nor my
fingers in that most intimate spot before. But it seemed to come naturally,
and I didn't imagine how satisfying or exciting it would be to give such
pleasure to another. I kept my touch light as my fingers feathered her
breasts, her neck, her tummy. I could feel her body tense as I moved my
attention lower and approached my ultimate goal. And as I worked, her
breathing intensified and she writhed deliciously beneath me.

" Oh God, Robin. That feels sooo.. nice. Ahhh....." And her hips gyrated
wickedly, and her sex tightened viciously on my fingers as she came. And
afterwards as I cuddled her, she was practically purring. "Oh, Robin, for a
straight, you could make many gays very very happy. You have a talent. Are you
sure this is your first time?"

And I was so pleased that I could make her come, and it was so satisfying to
have had that ultimate control over her body.

The future? We have agreed to meet weekly for coffee and a wrestle at her
place. I have no doubt that our visits will not end just with the wrestling.
She has suggested that I might eventually move in with her if I get a job here
in this city. As a nurse, it shouldn't be difficult with 3 hospitals and all
kinds of medical clinics.

I am not gay. I still like boys way too much. But no one is 100% straight,
though I might have thought so before my seduction. Somehow I have managed in
one day to fall in love with a woman. My life will never be the same.