Alison
by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net
My jock girlfriend discovers her wrestling talent.


Looking back, I don't know why I should have been surprised. After all, Alison
is an excellent athlete, in superb physical condition. Having grown up in the
post-women's lib era, with parents who encouraged their sons and daughters to
pursue athletic goals equally, Alison had never known a day in her life when
she didn't feel as though she could take on any physical challenge she chose.
All her life she'd been competing on an equal basis with males. In team
sports, she always turned out to be one of the better athletes in the game.
She was a competitive mountain bike racer, an accomplished rock climber,
played in mixed frisbee football and volleyball leagues and was a member of
the national women's rowing team. Although she worked out, mostly through
training with her rowing teammates, she was not into muscle building. She
rather be outside, barreling down a mountainside on her bike or scaling a rock
face, than in the gym. To her, weight training was a means to an end, not the
end itself. It was something she liked to tease me about, saying

I'd be a better athlete if I spent less time in the gym and more time actually
doing something athletic. Alison did not consider bodybuilding a sport. I'm
not sure I did either, I just like lifting weights. Having been a skinny guy
all my life, I liked seeing my body take on some shape other than stick-like.
I am certainly no bodybuilder. I lack the genetics and am what is known as a
"hardgainer". Still, through a lot of hard work and plety of food, I had
managed to go from a 6'1, 165lb beanpole to 190lbs. Even that wasn't a lot on
a person of my height. I had pretty good arms and more of a V-shape to my
torso, but I was still basically tall and thin.

Alison, on the other hand, seemed as if she'd been born to be an athlete. She
was 5'7, 135-140lbs, with very little bodyfat. Even just walking, all her
muscles could be seen moving and flexing. Her stomach was tight, with ridges
of hard muscle and her legs were lean and sinewy.

She had naturally wide shoulders, so even a little muscle would look
impressive and Alison had more than a little. Her shoulders, trapesius and
upper back were a pleasure to look at and to touch. Rowing and rock-climbing
had really developed that part of her body into a jigsaw puzzle of hard,
etched muscle that was often sore and needed to be massaged, something we both
enjoyed.

Overall, we got along well in our relationship, despite her penchant for
teasing me about how big muscles didn't necessarily make one a better athlete.
Her opinion was that strength was a lot more than just a measure of how much
weight someone could lift. Every once in a while, I'd be going on about some
gain I'd made in my weight training and Alison would respond by challenging me
to an overall athletic competition that would test our strength in a variety
of ways. I knew that was a sucker's bet. So far, we hadn't discovered anything
I could beat her at. She was a faster runner, a stronger swimmer, a far
superior cyclist and when we went climbing, it was her who helped me get to
the top. In addition, she was more fearless and gutsy than I was. Her grit and
determination were legendary and a big part of the reason she was so
successful in her athletic pursuits. Knowing all that, it's a wonder I ever
agreed to a wrestling match with her in the first place.

It began one night in bed, watching the news and sports. There was a feature
story on women's wrestling, based on the fact there was a major tournament
taking place in town this weekend. The focal point of the piece was a local
high school wrestler, a 17-year-old girl, who had won the state championship
in her weight class. They had home video clips of some of her matches, showing
her pinning several larger, bulkier male opponents. The last clip continued
past the moment of the pin and showed her leaping up, a big smile on her face
as she bounded over to the referee, waiting to have her arm raised. Meanwhile
her defeated rival clambered slowly to his feet and shuffled to the centre of
the mat, face flushed, head hung down. He kept his eyes glued to the floor as
the winner had her arm held up while she beamed with pride. For some reason,
that image had a powerful effect on me. Afterward she was interviewed and
asked how she was able to consistently beat larger, stronger opponents. She
replied that wrestling doesn't rely on brute strength and that speed, balance,
leverage and strategy are as important as raw power. "You need to be strong
enough to turn your opponent", she said "but if you have them held in the
right way and push in certain places, they're going over. After that, all you
need to know is how to use your weight and balance to keep their shoulders
down. The bigger person sometimes has a hard time getting off their back
quickly, so once you've got them over it's not that hard to get the pin. I was
really struck by the offhand confidence displayed by this cute, pony-tailed,
freckle faced teenager.

The next part of the story was in her home, where she showed off her wrestling
trophies and the reporter spoke with her parents. They were asked when they
first knew their daughter was interested in becoming a wrestler. They said
they'd always known, in a way. "She's been wrestling with her older brothers
all her life" her Dad said. "We used to call her 'Elly Mae' for a joke because
we'd hear a commotion coming from the rec room or the backyard and we'd go out
there and find her with some kind of hold on one or the other of them, trying
to make them say 'uncle' before she'd let them up." Alison, who had been
paying close attention to the story, giggled at that point. I asked her what
was so funny, but she shooshed me. The story ended with the reporter asking
about her future plans. She said she'd continue wrestling in college and would
consider the Olympics if they added women's wrestling. Asked about other
opportunities if that doesn't happen, she quickly dismissed pro wrestling,
saying she thought it was dumb but agreed there weren't many ways to pursue
wrestling past school. "I'm taking classes in jujuitsu and Brazilian-style
grappling and may go into that style of competition.

It's similar to wrestling but more focused on submission techniques than
pinning your opponent. I'm going to enter my first tournament this summer, so
I'll see how well I do and decide after that." The story ended and it was back
to the anchor signing off. Alison reached for the remote, clicked the TV off,
then turned to me.

"That was great seeing a story like that. They should do more stories on
women."

"What were you laughing at earlier?" I asked.

"Oh" she said, starting to chuckle again, "I was thinking about what her Dad
said, about her making her brothers say uncle. I used to do the same thing."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. I was always wrestling with boys when I was a kid. I usually won, too."

I made a noice that sounded like "Hummph" or something like that. I'm not sure
what I meant by it but it was clear Alison took it as an expression of doubt.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"I didn't say that. I know you're strong and a good athlete. I'm sure you were
quite the little tomboy..." My voice trailed off with an unusual cadence.

"But..." she said.

"But what?"

"You were about to say somethng else. It sounded like there was a 'but'
coming.

For some reason I felt conflicted. I wasn't sure I wanted to continue the
conversation. On one hand, I heard myself think "Hey, it's and athletic
competition. There are winners and losers. Women can and do compete
successfully against men in all kinds of sports and activities, just look at
the women lying next to you." On the other hand, I was still seeing the image
of the two wrestlers, her with both arms high in the air, the combination of
joy, pride and confidence contrasting with the dejected look of utter
mortification on her male oponent's. I had that odd feeling, part revulsion,
part fascination that one gets watching one human being humiliate another and
it was unsettling me. Of course, this was all in retrospect. At the time, I
just felt confused and the little voice, the one that always looks out for my
best interest, was telling me "Don't say anything more. Don't answer any
questions. Change the subject. Do not encourage her on this topic." The little
voice didn't say why. It never does. It figures, I suppose, I should just
trust it and why not? It has a perfect track record.

"Come on" Alison prodded, "what were you going to say?"

"Nothing, never mind."

"No, tell me. I want to know what you're thinking right now."

She started teasing me by poking me in the ribs with her fingers. As I tried
to defend myself she chanted "tell me, tell me, tell me" over and over. She
began tickling me and we were both thrashing around, making a mess of the
blankets. Finally I grabbed her wrists and we lay there laughing and breathing
hard.

"Now" she persisted "are you going to tell me or do I have to tickle you some
more?"

I could see she wasn't going to give up and the little voice didn't seem to be
there anymore. Alison started tickling me again and I quickly yelled "Ok, ok,
stop it, I'll tell you."

She rolled off me and lay on her side, propped up on her elbow. "So, you were
about to say..."

"I'm not sure about this business of guys wrestling girls. I mean, it's like
when you were a kid. How do you know how hard those boys were really trying.
Most males are brought up knowing they're not supposed to physically abuse
females, hit them or treat them roughly, so they're naturally inclined to hold
back. Besides, I wrestled with girls when I was a kid too and it's kind of fun
to let them get on top of you and think they've won. They do cute things like
make a muscle with their arms. It's no big deal when you know you could throw
them off if you really wanted to."

Alison looked at me with an intensly curious expression on her face. "Go on."
she said.

"Well, there's the whole area of puberty. I mean, I don't know if guys at the
age of 15 or 16 can really wrestle all out against girls. Take that girl
tonght. She was a quite the looker. Part of the guy's brain is probably
thinking about jumping her bones."

"Are you saying you don't think those guys were really trying? You really
think a guy's not going to try his best, in front of his team, his family and
friends because his opponent is a cute girl?"

"Look Ally, I'm not saying they would intentionally throw the match or even
deliberately hold back, but it seems an unfair position for the guy to be in.
He has to fight off being distracted by normal sexual urges while trying to
concentrate on the match. I'm not sure mixed wrestling should be allowed."

Oops! As soon as the word "allowed" escaped my lips, I knew it was a bad
choice. I watched Alison's face tighten for a second and her eyes flash with
anger. She paused slightly before speaking.

"You know what pisses me off about what you just said. It seems like the kind
of argument used to relegate women's sports to the back burner. Sure let 'em
play, but against each other where they can have fun and not bother anyone.
Don't give them a chance to excel and perhaps show they're as good or better
than men. You know, blame women for being female. It would never work. They're
too distracting. It's the same argument that's used to keep women out of
combat positions in the military. It seems a bit sexist."

"Come on, that's not fair", I protested. "I'm not that kind of guy and you
know it."

"I'm not so sure. I think I'm seeing a side of you I never saw before."

She fell silent for a few moments before asking, in a challenging tone of
voice, "So, you think those boys were letting me win do you?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to. You implied it."

"You're reading things into it."

"Oh yeah?" she replied, "Well read something into this!"

Alison leaped on top of me and began roughly wrestling with me, forcing me
over onto my stomach. Before I could mount any sort of defence against her
attack, she had me in a full nelson, with my face pressed into the mattress.
She was sitting on my back, pinning my upper body firmly. I was having trouble
getting air. I tried to get to my knees but no sooner did I start to rise up
when Ally lashed her legs around the front of my thighs, sliding her feet in
between them and around the backs of my calves. This, I was to learn later,
was a reverse grapevine.

At the time, however, I had not idea what she'd done to me. All I knew was I
couldn't move. She held me still for a minute and asked if I wanted to give
up. I didn't, especially, but I did want to breathe so I said ok.

"You give?"

"Yes."

"I want to hear you say it." Her voice had a put on "pouty" tone to it.

"Alright, I give up!" I yelled, perhaps a little too forcefully.

"Oh, what's the matter?" she giggled. "Are you upset you got beat by a girl?"
She paused briefly then teased me by saying "or are you just letting me win?"

I started to get annoyed. She knew I couldn't get up.

"Come on, let me go." I demanded.

She rolled off me and lay on her side, looking over at me.

"Ha, ha, made you give." she laughed, poking me in the ribs.

"Sure, because you jumped me. I wasn't ready."

"You want to get ready?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you want to wrestle, for real with a fair start?"

"What? Why?"

"Because, I think I can take you."

I started to say something but quickly edited myself. I thought about Alison's
strong will and determination and her natural athletic abilities. Even thouh I
outweighed her by 40 or 50 pounds, I wasn't sure how to respond to her
challenge.

"What's the matter, are you afraid? Aren't those gym muscles good for
anything."

Damn, she knew how to get my goat!

"You think you're stronger than me?" I asked indignantly.

"I don't know. There's a lot of ways to measure strength. I know one thing
though and that's that I could kick your ass wrestling, unless you too big a
wuss to take me on."

I was still a bit stunned by her sudden aggressiveness and didn't repsond
right away. She started poking me in the ribs again, calling me "Wussy" over
and over. I pushed her hands away and wrapped up her arms in a bear hug.

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it." I said, leaning my face down close to hers.
She grinned and planted a big kiss on my lips.

"That's for good luck. Come on."

She squirmed away from me and went into the living room. I went to the the
bathroom and when I came out, she had re-arranged the furniture to clear a big
space in the centre of the room.

"We need some room for this." she said, seeing the questioning look in my
eyes. Come and help me with this."

She peeled the cover off the futon on the couch and began pulling it onto the
floor. After we'd positioned it in the middle of the space she'd cleared, she
disappeared into the bedroom. Alison returned, having pulled on a pair of
loose-fitting shorts and a baggy teeshirt over the panties and bra she'd been
wearing.

"I wouldn't want you to be distracted," she smiled wickedly.

"So how do we start? What are the rules?" I asked.

"Have you ever wrestled before?"

"A little, in high school."

"Well I want to give you a fair chance. How about best 2 out of 3?"

"Sure."

"And no pins, submissions only."

"No pins?"

"You can pin the other person, but they have to give up and admit they can't
escape. No counting, ok?"

"What else?"

"No kicking or striking of any kind, no pinching, scratching or biting. That's
about it I guess."

"And no tickling." I added.

"Alright, no tickling." Alison agreed. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and she immediately moved as if to grab my head. I put my arms up to
defend myself only to find it was a fake-out. She pushed against my chest with
her right hand while she dropped her head and grabbed an ankle wth her left,
sending me backwards onto the mattress. Alison sprang at me and cinched my
head in a tight headlock with her right arm.

I tried rolling her off me but she had her shoulder digging into my neck and
her legs spread wide, giving her a stable base to keep her weight centered on
top of me. I put my hands on her back and tried shoving her over but I could
barely budge her. I felt her snake her legs around one of mine, scissoring it
and pulling it out to the side. She squeezed so hard I involuntarily jerked my
upper body forward, giving Alison an opportunity to wrap her arm tighter
around my head and use her bodyweight to roll me over so my left arm was
pinned underneath me. As I reached out with my right arm to try and push her
off me she grabbed my wrist and bent my arm up behind my neck. Then she took
hold of my right wrist with the same arm she had wrapped around my head. Her
shoulder was pressed hard against my cheek now, totally immobizing my head. I
was completely pinned. The only part of my body that was free was my right
leg. I couldn't do anything to move her. She still had a free arm, which she
used to push on my right elbow.

"Give up!" she barked.

I could feel my triceps muscle pulling and my neck starting to kink. The pain
was frightening.

"I give!" I yelled.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed , leaping to her feet and clasping her hands
triumphantly above her head.

Alison looked down at me as I rubbed my neck and stretched out my aching arm.

"Are you ok?"

"I think so. My God, where did you learn to wrestle like that?"

"I don't know, I just did what came naturally. Pretty good hold, don't you
think?"

I got to my feet, rolling my shoulders and trying to get the kinks out.

"You want to rest for a few minutes before the next round?"

I nodded. Alison grinned mischieviously and held out her hands.

"We could just make it a mercy fight and get this over with quickly" she
offered.

"Yeah, right" I replied. There was no way I was going for that. Rock climbing
had given Alison astonishing hand strength. Pity the poor fool that challenged
her to a mercy fight. I'd seen her bring 200 pound guys to their knees in mere
seconds.

She gave me a few more minutes then returned to the centre of the mattress.
"Ready?" she asked.

"Uh-huh. This time I'm going to get you."

"Oh you are, are you? We'll just see about that."

We squared off again, locking up as we jockeyed for position. Alison tried to
go low again and hook a leg but I was able to step back and get my arms around
her waist. I lifted her off her feet and threw her down. I dove on top of her
and tried to pin her. It wasn't easy. Instead of thinking about holds to get
her in, all I was able to do was concentrate on trying to hold her down. She
was so strong and wiry, everytime I managed to grab an arm, she was able to
jerk it free. I was expending an enormous amount of energy just trying to keep
her on her back. I couldn't do it! Alison hooked her right leg around around
the back of my right calf and pushed with her left leg. I went over and we
grappled hard back and forth, with her mostly on top. Gradually she began to
exert more and more control. I managed to free my arms from her grasp and,
with a desperate shove on her hips, pushed her off me. I twisted away from her
to try and get to my feet but she reached out and got hold of my shoulders,
pulling me back towards her. She cinched her legs around my waist and pushed
my upper body down flat. Before I could do anything to defend myself, Alison
put me into a reverse headlock and pulled it in tight against her chest, my
face pressed into her armpit. My right arm was uselessly pinned under my own
bodyweight and Alison had my left hooked around the elbow. She pulled back on
it, twisting my abdomen so she could dig her legs in tight under my ribcage. I
thought she was squeezing hard already but she cranked up the pressure,
causing me to cry out in pain.

"I've gotcha all wrapped up sweetie" Alison breathed in my ear "You're not
you're going anywhere until I let you. So, you had enough yet?"

I planted my feet and tried to bridge out of the scissors but she just gave me
another hard jolt with her legs and I collapsed. She kept punching my ribs
with her legs, asking for submission with each shot. Finally I could take no
more and gave up again.

"Begging for mercy?"

"Yes, mercy."

"Still think a woman can't beat a man at wrestling?"

"No, you win, you win."

"Am I the champion?"

"Yes."

"Say it!"

"You're the champion."

"Say my name."

"Alison. Alision is the champion."

She released my from her inescpable hold and swung her body around, perching
jauntily on my chest.

"Are you all done, or do you want to make it best 3 out of 5?"

"No, no more." I pleaded.

"Too bad. I was just beginnig to get warmed up. You sure you don't want a
chance to redeem yourself, show me what all those big gym muscles can do?"

Alison was really enjoying rubbing her victory in. She pinned my arms over my
head and moved up so she was sitting on my neck, my face jammed into her
crotch.

"Hmmm, I wonder what else we can do. Does this give you any ideas?"

I don't know if she expected an answer, but I couldn't speak to give her one
if she was. She moved back and looked down at me with an amused expression on
her face.

"You're looking a little red-faced there sweetie. Is that from my holds or are
you just embarassed at losing to a girl?" she giggled.

"Come on Ally, you won, let me up ok?"

"Alright, I guess you've had enough. But we know who the best wrestler is,
right?"

I nodded, but that didn't satisfy her.

"Who is it?"

"Alison."

She smiled and jumped to her feet. She took me by the hands and helped me up,
guiding me over to a chair.

"Now, you just sit here and let me see if I can do something to make you feel
a little better."

Alison stepped back and put on a little flexing show as she removed her
clothing. I had never seen her like this before, so bold and flirtacious. Her
thick chestnut-coloured hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.
Her body was truly incredible, so taut and muscular with those fantastically
broad shoulders, tight waist and deeply etched ab muscles. Her beautiful
breasts were on the smallish side, but perfectly round with pert little
upturned nipples. Her legs were amazing, not huge but all muscle. Her thighs
flared out and tapered in again at the knee and her calves were hard and
diamond-cut. She swung her hips sexily and batted her eyelashes as she
approached me and pulled my shorts off. Then she sunk to her knees and began
licking and nibbling the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and sighed
deeply, thinking I was about to receive a blowjob from this gorgeous, athletic
powerhouse of a woman. Suddenly she stopped and I saw her place her hands on
the floor. The next thing I knew, she had done a handstand and swung her legs
up, capturing me in a headscissors. She was facing away from me and slipped
her around behind my knees and clamped her hands onto the thighs. Then Alison
poured on the pressure. My head felt like it was in a vise. I groaned in pain
from the intense pressure and pounded on her steel-hard thighs. She ground her
mighty thighs against my head for a few more seconds, then flipped them back
down and stood in front of me, grinning broadly. "Sorry babe, I couldn't
resist." she giggled. Alison glanced down at my crotch and licked her lips as
she sunk to her knees. "Here, let me make it up to you."