Stacie's legs - a true mixed wrestling story
by Brian


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First and foremost this is a 100% true story. Other than name and city
changes, I did not make up a word of this. Prior to this event, I had no
interest in mixed wrestling - honest.............

I met Stacie at the end of the summer. Prior to that, I only knew her by
reputation. We came up through the junior swimming ranks together during
the late 80's, but we trained with different coaches and at different
pools. She was considered by most to be the best female swimmer in the
Boston area. After a successful junior career, she received a full
scholarship to a university in Florida. I had not heard anything about
her until four years later....

We were both working as swim coaches in the Boston area. The season
always culminated with a pool meet for all the local clubs. I spotted
Stacie sitting alone on the bleachers with her clipboard in hand. I
decided to go talk to her. She was wearing a green nylon warm-up suit and
white baseball cap pulled down low across her brow. Her long brown
ponytail popped over the adjusting strap and hung down her back. Her
large brown eyes had a look of studied concentration as she would
intermittently jot down notes on the swimmers.

As I approached her on the bleachers she smiled brightly and said "Hi
Brian." I was taken back for two reasons. First off, I knew her name
because she was a local swimming legend, but to this day I don't know
how she knew mine. Secondly, she was absolutely stunning. We talked and
flirted over the course of the next few hours and eventually decided to
go for drinks later that night. We met at a local sports bar where we sat
and drank for hours. She surprised me when she went across the room and
bought a pack of cigarettes out of the machine -generally, swimmers don't
smoke. She smoked, we both drank.

I have no idea how the following conversation started except that we both
must have been very competitive people. We decided that we were going to
have a "Bar Olympics". We began scribbling down the events on a bar
napkin: darts, air hockey, pool, and pinball. With four events, and no
other bar games, we decided that we needed to come up with one more event
in case of a 2-2 tie. By this time I had enough beer in me to jokingly
suggest naked wrestling. I was completely kidding. "Your on," she smiled,
took a drag of her Marlboro cigarette and blew the smoke over her
shoulder. I realize this sounds far-fetched but it is absolutely true.

Now obviously any one of us reading this would try like hell to take this
contest to a tie. She was a horrible dart player. She killed me at air
hockey . I won at pinball. The score was 2 -1 my lead. All I had to do
was blow the pool game and we would have a tie. Not wanting to take any
chances I scratched off the break. She looked up at me with those brown
eyes as she lit yet another cig. "Your funeral," she exhaled.

The ride back to my apartment was the absolute best. So much sexual
energy. So much anticipation. We entered my apartment and began moving
the furniture to the sides of the room. Wanting to make the moment last I
suggested "best of three". We both started to slide off our jeans and
tops.

I can not accurately describe the way this girl looked as she stood in
front of me in her undies and bra, but I feel like I need to give you
something to picture. Imagine Jennifer Love Hewitt's face on the body of
a fitness model. I suddenly felt shy as she waited for me to undress
further. For obvious personal reasons, I suggested leaving on the
bottoms. She smiled devilishly and called me a chicken, but agreed.

We began circling each other. After a few minutes of tying up and
releasing our arms - I fell into her trap. I had her wrists in my hands
for at least the third time, but instead of pulling them out of my grip
like she had done every other time, she jerked back and down to the floor
pulling me on top of her. Having just landed with all of my weight on top
of her, her wrists still in my hands, I asked her if she was okay. Just
then I felt her legs wrap around my sides and lock behind me. Again she
smiled, "I'm fine..."

Her legs constricted on the sides of my ribs and I knew for the first
time I was in for a world of trouble. I instinctively released her wrists
- so she grabbed mine. I felt a flood of blood rush to my face. You
always see guys struggling around to get out of body scissors in mixed
wrestling videos, but I wouldn't move an inch. I knew that if I twisted
in the wrong way my ribs could break. Not wanting her to see the pain in
my face, I put my face into the carpet above her shoulder. I was lying
belly to belly with one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen.
Furthermore, we were wrestling half naked and yet I'm sad to say that it
was not erotic what-so-ever. I held my breath and clenched my abdomen
muscles while trying to hide my ever-reddening face in the carpet. I knew
I wasn't getting away. Like I said, I was in too much pain to even try.
I merely hoped she would get bored and try to change holds. Well, she
didn't. The next five minutes consisted of her asking me to give and me
trying not too sound to hoarse or defeated. My body was covered by the
prickly sweat of embarrassment - then she spoke in my ear:

"You should have just given up immediately and tried to win the next two
falls. Now you have nothing left. If you were hoping for a stalemate by
simply refusing to submit, I have bad news for you."

With that she straightened her legs lifting and crushing my sides. An
unfamiliar feeling of burning raced up my sides - on my left side it
extended all the way to my armpit. Knowing that damage had been done, I
spilled out my submission in a high panicked tone that added to my
embarrassment. Stacie rolled to one side and released me. I again tried
to hide my face in the carpet as I rolled away from her into a fetal
position with my hands under my armpits. I felt my eyes begin to water.
Knowing that I looked like I was crying, I tried to avoid looking her
way.

"How much time till the next round," she asked.

"Ten minutes?" I mustered, being careful not to sound too out-of-sorts.

"I'll give you five," she said and then I heard the flick of her
cigarette lighter.

"Can you not smoke in the house?" I said trying to regain a little
inter-personal upper-hand.

"Can you get up?" she taunted sarcastically.

Feeling that my face had almost returned to normal I sat up. She neatly
stubbed out her cigarette and lined up in front of me. I realized that I
had just been tricked out of the rest of my recovery time. I stood up to
face her. I figured that as long as I stayed away from her legs I would
win the next two rounds convincingly. It wasn't to be. We started this
round the same as the last; grabbing and releasing each other's hands
and wrists. After a few minutes of this I pulled her close and wrapped my
arm around her head. With Stacie in a headlock I worked her to the floor.

"God, you have strong arms she said," her voice muffled in my chest. She
began running her hand up and down my arm as I squeezed the headlock.
Gradually, her other hand worked its way into my boxers. At first I tried
to re-position so that she could not do anything to hurt my vulnerable
areas.

"Brian, I wouldn't hurt you down there." She began to caress me.

Gradually, I broke my hold on her head and began to kiss her softly. As
things escalated, I felt her slide her panties off. I followed suit. I
laid naked on top of her at the edge of intercourse. As we kissed, I felt
her lips begin to speak, "Someday, but not yet."

I felt her legs wrapping me up again. I Panicked. I tried to roll off of
her, but her feet quickly locked me in place. Luckily, I had rolled off
her far enough to where I was lying on my back with one leg below my back
and one leg across my abdomen. She gnashed her teeth and went straight
for the big power. I could honestly feel my lower ribs caving in as I
frantically pried at her legs. Again we were back to the routine of her
asking for my submission and me turning my face away struggling for air.
At least twice I felt myself on the verge of throwing up the beer from
the evening - once catching it in my throat and having to swallow it back
down. Angry, embarrassed, and exhausted I gritted my teeth and said,
"Fine, you win."

"That does not sound like a submission to me," she said.

Then the most incredible thing happened. All of the embarrassment and
humiliation I was feeling subsided. I realized that this beautiful women
was stronger than me, smarter than me, completely superior to me. I felt
no reason to hide my face from her. I turned my face and met eyes with
her.

"I submit. You are way to strong for me. Please let me go." It was the
most erotic thing I had ever said to a women. Without releasing the hold
she reached back behind her and grabbed her cigarettes off the coffee
table. She put a cigarette between her lips and lit the end.

"That's much closer," she smiled. I felt her re-adjust her weight and
then she turned on the pressure again. By this point I was finished
clenching my teeth and tightening my abs. I was done resisting all
together. I let her legs tear me apart. I just watched her frequent
cigarette drags and exhales as my body went limp in her vice-like legs.
When she finished her smoke she released me, stood up, and got dressed.

"It was nice meeting you," she said. "Call me - but we'd better skip the
wrestling next time - okay?" I nodded and she left.

Epilogue

I had a torn muscle on my left side, but nothing too serious. I did call
her and we dated for about three months and then we broke up - but
that's another story. In any case, I am now a huge mixed wrestling fan.
Stacie currently runs a medical practice.