The Trance
By Connor McCloud
Part Three


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It's safe to say that Sandy and I had bonded in such a way that we would
remain close for a very long time. I have to admit it was hard on us both,
although Sandy never seemed to let it bother her that I was married and made
no outward comments about leaving my husband. Sandy seemed very happy with the
amazing attraction we had to each other and found joy in spending a few nights
together every so often. Those few nights were special for us and those nights
were also unpredictable and wonderful. Sometimes there was no competition
between us and it was pure sexual pleasure, other nights we wrestled so hard I
was sore for days, although it was never like our first night of wrestling. No
matter what we did it was always amazing and I lived for spending time with
her.

Sandy and I continued to work out together and our workouts always consisted
of trying to out list the other. I have to admit that we were the talk of the
gym. We were both attractive, but more important to the gym rats, we were in
incredible shape. We flirted with the guys and teased them with our muscles,
knowing they were staring and discussing us. The funny thing is while they
were discussing how hard they wanted to fuck us, we were talking about kicking
their ass, and who might give us the best match. We didn't think highly of
most of the guys, their muscles were a joke; they were bloated and soft, while
we were hard and dense. Most guys thought they were impressing us by
bench-pressing whatever the hell they were doing, but we just smiled and paid
no attention. That bench press would do them no good if our legs wrapped
around there pencil legs and and crushed them.

One day Sandy and I stopped for a bite to eat and we started chatting about
some of the gym rats. Sandy was a classic, you would think she would order a
salad and a water because she lifted and worked out so much. That was never
the case. She always ordered a beer and some munchies, and I did the same most
times. Hey if you could eat, drink, and be merry and still look like we did,
fuck the diet stuff.

"You see that jerk trying to bench 225 Sarah? He didn't have a spot and he
started to lose it, so I saved him. He would have been crushed. Men are such
morons," Sandy snickered.

"Yup, just another guy trying to impress the wondertwins. They should realize
they're only making asses of themselves," I responded smiling.

"He acted all surprised when I lifted the bar off, like I wasn't strong enough
to do it. Silly, weak man. I should have gotten on that bench and done a rep!
Or at least tried to, I know that's a little heavy for me" Sandy giggled,
sipping her beer.

"That would have been great, next time we'll fuck with them and make them
think you're doing that much. Did I tell you that Kevin invited you over this
weekend to a party he wants to have," I said.

"Oh yeah? What's the celebration about?" Sandy asked.

"He's having some friends over, nothing special. I think he just wants you
there for your looks. You know give the guys a show," I said.

"A show? I'm an excellent entertainer. I'd be happy to come, any of the guys
good looking? Or better yet, and of them rich?" Sandy asked.

"I think one of them is both single and rich, but I'll find out for you.
You'll have that place staring at you all night, so come over and have some
fun," I replied.

"Sounds like a plan. What's up with you and Kevin? You guys getting along ok?"
Sandy asked.

"Yeah not bad, same old thing really. We wrestled around a little the other
night, and I'll be honest it was a joke. I'm so much stronger than him now,
and he's a terrible wrestler. I actually feel badly, and let him get a couple
of holds, I'm afraid to hurt his sensitive male ego," I said, chopping on a
chicken wing.

"You shouldn't ever let him win. I'm sick of the fragile male ego, you should
simply crush it. What are you afraid of? That he realizes his wife can beat
the snot out of him?" Sandy said with a more serious tone.

"I guess I am concerned about that. You know how guys are; he'd be upset I
think. It's easier letting him think he's doing well than trying to explain
what a fucking sissy he really is," I said.

"My love there lies the underlying problem with the genders," Sandy said
sipping her beer,"men have absolutely no problem with letting woman know they
are stronger and all that bs. You think a guy holds back so his wife feels
like she's doing well? Men believe they are stronger because of hundreds of
years of society telling them they are. They have no basis to say it or to
believe it. You know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah I do, but what am I supposed to do? We both know I could kick the hell
out of Kevin. Why bother, it does me no good. When you and I wrestle, we go
all out because we both want to win so badly, but it's different, because
either of us can win. It's real competition. Why just kick Kevin's ass? It's
not a challenge," I said wondering why Sandy was bringing this up after months
of thinking it.

"That's the point hun, he's no challenge, so why make him think he is one. He
would beat you every time if he could, every time. He would never let you win
because he's a guy and guys want to win, period. You and I are so special
because we know differently. You and I are like "F you guys, you're all
pussy's!! and we'll kick your ass if we want to or we feel like it" Most guys
look at us like a piece of meat, because in their delusion, they believe they
can smack us over the head, grab us by the hair and fuck us," Sandy said, on a
serious role,"it's bullshit. I look at it in the opposite way. I'm in charge,
not them."

"Easy hun, no need to get all fired up. I'm with you, I really am. I
completely understand what you're saying, but you and I are different from the
norm. I'm happy wrestling with Kevin, letting him win sometimes, and making
love to you whenever I possibly can. It's not like Kevin is obnoxious about
winning, he barely says anything. He might even know I let him win; I'm not
sure about that. I think if he was more vocal or he tried to act all tough I
might make him eat his words," I said calmly.

"I hope that's true hunny pie. I think you and I can have some real fun at
this party," Sandy smiled an evil grin.

"You be good Sandy, or at least warn me if your going to cause a serious
scene. I want to know before the place gets turned upside down."

Sandy said nothing, she just smiled and chugged down her beer. When we got
done we headed back to our cars, which were in the rear of the building. When
we turned the corner, Sandy reached over and held my hand as we walked, which
I happily accepted. She led me towards our cars, but walked past them and into
a wooded area behind the tavern. I saw her pick out an area she felt look
nice, and then she pushed me up against a tree and kissed me deeply. I happily
returned her kiss and we made out like a couple of junior high kids in the
woods for a long time. We took turns rubbing the others snatch until we had
each had an orgasm or two, and then held each other tightly.

"You're amazing Sarah," Sandy whispered into my ear.

"Thanks sweety, I feel the same about you. I know I say this all the time, but
no one makes me feel like you do," I replied.

Sandy smiled and we made our way back to our cars. She gave me a goodbye hug
and quick kiss on the cheek and we both left. Kevin was home when I arrived,
and he gave me a hug when I walked in. I always laughed on the inside when he
hugged me. He was such a weak, sort of geeky guy compared to Sandy. His hugs
were soft and, well very girly, while Sandy was so strong and firm. You really
couldn't compare Kevin and Sandy; one was weak, timid, and shy while the other
was strong, determined, and aggressive. It was just funny that normally you
would link certain traits with one gender, not the other.

"So you hit the gym?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, Sandy and I did upper body," I replied.

"Oh yeah? What did you do?" He asked, which was very odd. He never, ever asked
about my workout.

"What do you mean? We did chest, arms, and some shoulder work. We always alter
our workouts, makes it more interesting," I replied, actually quite shocked he
had asked a follow up question.

"How much weight do you lift when you work out? Like how much do you bench?"
Kevin asked, looking quite interested. I didn't know what to think about this,
it was unheard of that he would ask this. Not only did he ask about my
workout, but he wanted to know what I benched? Very weird.

"Umm, well it depends. If we do bench with a bar I do different weights than I
do if I use dumbbells. Why do you ask?" I said, really wanting to hear his
response.

"Well, my friend Rick is coming to the party. I went over his house today and
he has some weights there. He says he works out all the time, and he showed me
a few things. I benched around 140, which he said was pretty good for a guy my
size," Kevin said happily.

It was the moment of truth. Do I tell him that I can bench 140? Do I tell him
my max is about 175? I just couldn't, he seemed so proud of himself.

"That's great hun, maybe you should start working out more often, you could
lift even more," I said.

"I just might, it would help me when we wrestle," he replied happily as he
walked away. Nothing could help you beat me I thought to myself and I walked
upstairs to take a quick shower.

When Saturday night arrived, Kevin had made all the plans for his party. I was
rather impressed by his party preparations. He had many snack foods and
appetizers, and he didn't really ask me to do anything. Saturday turned out to
be unusually warm, and even when the sun went down it was at least 75 degrees.
I did my best to dress normal for these parties. When Sandy and I hit the
town, we both were dressed to kill. We both always wore clothes that revealed
our hard bodies, and we enjoyed making heads turn. Tonight I just wore a
blouse, but decided to wear some shorts that showed off my legs. I saw Kevin
do a double take when he saw how strong and muscular my legs were becoming. He
didn't pay much attention, but tonight he certainly got an eye full.

His guests rolled in just after 8pm or so. I knew almost all of them, although
some were new to me. They were all very polite, but like all men, because they
are all the same, they checked me out as I walked around. Men think we don't
notice, but we do, especially when I wore shorts just to show them my nice
legs. His friend Rick rolled in and he was a piece of work. He was the
stereotypical jackass, loud, rude and well, stupid. He shook hands and made a
dumb comment about everyone there, making most of the guy's chuckle, and
others feel awkward. I smiled, just thinking of the field day Sandy would have
with him, and my prayers were answered just moments later.

Sandy came strolling in, and it was like a spotlight was on her. Her hair was
up, which was a different look for her, but she looked amazing. She wore a
white top, with very short sleeves, and a large V cut in the front which
allowed a nice view of her breasts. The shirt was just short enough so part of
her hard stomach was exposed. She was perfect, and she knew it. Smiling ear to
ear she gave me a big hug and a polite kiss, then gave Kevin a hug. Kevin gave
her a seriously up and own look and told her how good she looked. He couldn't
wipe his horny look off his face, it was great! Sandy just smiled and winked
at him then turned and started introducing herself to the other guests, with
some assistance from Kevin.

Rick bolted for her like a rocket, offering her a drink and attempting to make
small talk with her. It was classic to watch this guy trying every trick in
his book to pick up Sandy, who playing the role to perfection, smiled and
flirted with him. The night went very well in general. Everyone had fun and
there were many laughs and good times. Sandy was surprisingly very cordial and
seemed happy just mingling and chatting with people. Every guy, and girl for
that matter, asked her about working out. It was impossible not to notice her
arms in her outfit, and people were interested in what she did to get them
like that. At one point, Sandy grabbed me and pulled me sleeve up to reveal my
wonderfully sculpted arms, which although not as thick as Sandy's' were almost
equally impressive. Kevin seemed annoyed by the muscle admiration and he
quickly changed the subject when he was close by.

The party started to fade by midnight. Most people had left, and only a
handful were still hanging out. Rick was basically drooling over Sandy, and it
was clear that Sandy was done playing the flirting game with him. Rick was
drunk by this time, and his attempts to get Sandy to go home with him were
both lame and obnoxious.

"Come on Sandy, I'll show you a good time," Rick said slowly.

"You will huh? You going to take me to Disney?" Sandy replied.

"If you want, but only if you'll sleep with me," Rick snickered.

"Tell you what hotshot," Sandy said, suddenly whirling towards him," I'll make
you a deal. You've been staring at my arms all night, you like my muscles? You
want to feel how strong they are? If you can beat me in arm wrestling, I'll
fuck your little brains out."

Rick smiled wide and gave Kevin a look,"oh yeah? You want to arm wrestle? Why
don't we just wrestle? If I win, you have to sleep with me."

Sandy was the one now smiling. I immediately decided to intervene, but not to
stop it, to provoke it. It might be fun to watch Sandy throw this guy around.
Rick wasn't a very big guy. He stood maybe 5'8" or so, and weighed maybe 160,
maybe even less. He would never guess that Sandy probably weighed a good 145
of pure muscle herself.

"That doesn't sound fair. We all know that guys are stronger than girls, right
Kevin?" I said, giving Kevin an almost evil smile.

Kevin hesitated. The beer was causing his head to nearly explode at my
comment. He didn't know if he should agree with me, or just come right out and
say that I was stronger. Watching the battle rage on his face and in his head,
priceless.

"Yeah, that doesn't seem fair Rick, but you never know, Sandy might surprise
you, she looks pretty strong," Rick said, his words chosen carefully.

"I'll accept the challenge," Sandy said confidently, "I'm always up for a
little tussle, in the living room, the bedroom, or anywhere else."

Sandy, now in her glory, stood up and walked across the room. With Sandy
rather drunk herself, I didn't know what to expect. The possibilities of her
actions were endless, but as usual, she was right on target in what she did.
There were 5 people, including me, still there; Kevin's friend Rob and his
wife Cindy, Kevin's friend Steve, and Rick's friend Eric. There were all about
to see the real Sandy, who was both funny and attractive, yet down right mean
and nasty.

Sandy, without a care in the world, took off her shirt, and then her pants.
Everyone just stared at her, mouths open, in total disbelief. Cindy started to
smirk, maybe seeing how strong and powerful Sandy looked, knowing Rick was
dead meat. The guys just stared. It was a mixture of many emotions, Sandy was
very pretty, yet I don't think they expected a true hardbody, except for
Kevin, who knows how great we look. The only difference between myself and
Sandy is that she's a little thicker than I am, but we have very similar
builds.

"Ready when you are Ricky," Sandy said, in a very condescending voice.

Rick looked around a little, maybe not quite sure of what he had done, and
walked over to her.

"Take off your shirt handsome," Sandy said.

Rick removed his shirt revealing a thin body, which although tight, looked
almost scrawny compared to Sandy's physique.

The obnoxious, drunk Rick was suddenly almost quiet. He gave a half smile, but
he looked nervous, he almost looked scared. His friend gave him the thumbs up
and some words of encouragement, and Rick perked up a little, but just a
little.

"This is gonna be fun," Rick was able to say.

"It sure is," Sandy replied, smiling at Rick, and make no doubt, it was her
evil grin, "Kevin, will you be the ref? It is your house, and you can count to
three when I pin him."

"Umm, sure. So a three count wins," Kevin stammered.

"Yep, or a submission," Sandy quirped.

"Alrighty then," Kevin smiled," whenever you're ready."

Sandy had moved some furniture, just we had done before, moving the couch and
coffee table to provide more room. There was now a decent sized square area,
which the remaining people, who were now curious spectators, gathered around
to watch. Sandy circled Rick, like a lioness, waiting for the opportunity to
attack. Rick mimicked Sandy, in no real rush to hook up with her. Sandy gave
Rick a smile, then moved in for the kill.

It was amazing to watch the transformation of Rick as an obnoxious,
testosterone filled he-man to a scared little boy. Rick immediately looked
worried as there bodies met, and he found himself being woman-handled by an
obviously stronger, more aggressive female. Sandy had used her leg to trip
Rick and send him tumbling backwards, with Sandy landing over him. Rick
struggled and the two rolled on the floor for a few moments until Sandy
secured a tight side headlock. I'm not sure what was better, watching the look
on Rick's face, Sandy's face, or the look of those watching. It was three very
distictive looks, and I loved them all. Rick's face grew red as Sandy applied
more pressure, and I wasn't sure if the red was from the pressure or his
embarrassment. Sandy's arm bulged with muscle as she ground his head tighter,
and Rick kicked and bucked his body to knock her off.

Sandy seemed to get bored crushing Rick like this, because she could have held
him there for eternity. Rick, already exhausted and beaten, tried to scramble
away upon release, but Sandy quickly trapped him and pulled him into her. She
wrapped her legs around his midsection and squeezed tightly, with immediate
results. Rick immediately tried to pry her legs apart, but it wasn't even a
contest, Sandy was way to strong for him. She lied on her side and brought
Rick with her, squirming to get free, and moaning in pain.

"I'm not even squeezing sweety," she said playfully, "don't make me hurt you."

Sandy was just playing with him, she had no intention of letting Rick go
without really humiliating him. Sandy held him there for several minutes,
until it was clear he was done, then she rolled herself up to her knees, now
in a position kneeling directly over his body. She moved over him, grinding
her powerful body into his, and then snaking her legs around his in her very
favorite grapevine move. I can tell you from experience that Sandy can dish
out some serious pain with her grapevine, especially with an guy with no
flexibility or any strength to defend himself. A few moments later, Rick was
grimacing in pain and Sandy spread his legs apart. Sandy is a really nice
person, I love her to death, but she can be downright nasty, even to me. Sandy
has no problem really hurting me in order to win a match, she does look at me
like a friend, even her best friend, but simply an opponent. I knew if she
would basically make me cry to beat me, this guy could be in for a serious
pounding, if he deserved it.

Sandy, again growing tired of her hold, released Rick's legs and moved over
him. Rick didn't move, he just lied there watching Sandy, who now sat easily
on Rick's chest, looking down at him smiling. It was classic, and I knew that
Sandy was having a great time humiliating Rick, especially in front of a
captive audience. Rick was no longer fighting back, he just looked at Sandy
with a look of admiration, fear, and lust. The look on the faces of the others
watching was a mixture of the same. Cindy seemed very interested, while the
men seemed baffled. Kevin, who knew Rick was doomed, almost looked away,
petrified to what might happen next.

Sandy leaned forward and pinned Rick's arms to the carpet.

"A three count please Kevin," she said, "it looks like Ricky is all done."

Kevin, looked very uneasy, banged his hand three times on the table. Sandy
didn't release Rick at first, but held him there, looking down at him, without
words making a very clear statement.

"That was terribly disappointing Rick," Sandy said, "I thought I might get
more of a fight out of you. Even as weak as you are, you could have shown a
little more spunk. I would like an apology from you and maybe a little
statement in front of these people about the weaker sex, and make it nice."

Rick looked at her, not knowing what to say. Sandy gave him a squeeze, and he
suddenly realized he better start talking, "I'm sorry if I disrespected you, I
didn't mean to be rude."

"What else?" Sandy smiled.

"You're much stronger than I am," Rick murmured.

"Obviously," Sandy laughed," we can all see that. Now ask me nicely not to
hurt you and ask me nicely to release you, and maybe I will."

"Please don't hurt me, and please let me go," Rick said very quietly.

"That's it? I think you need to beg a little more. I don't think you really
mean what you're saying."

"Please let me go Sandy, please. Please don't hurt me," Rick said, almost
looking like he might cry.

"That's enough!" Rick's friend Eric yelled," let the guy go bitch."

"Mind your own business little fella," Sandy replied, not even looking his
way, "this doesn't concern you. Are you afraid of me Rick?"

"Yes," Rick replied faintly.

"You should be. I could have really hurt you," Sandy said. Then moved lower
and whispered in Rick's ear, and I couldn't tell if Rick was laughing lightly
or crying, maybe both.

Eric suddenly moved forward and grabbed Sandy from behind, throwing her off
Rick. Rick scampered away and walked down the hall, looking at no one and
saying nothing. Sandy scampered to her feet and walked up quickly into Eric's
face. Eric was about the same height as Sandy, so Sandy was looking him in the
eyes. It was incredible to watch, and I'll never forget it. Eric stood his
ground, and Sandy moved so close to him her boobs touched his chest, and they
were as face-to-face as you can get. Sandy stared at him, and she had a
semi-smile, but she was very serious. This scene was like nothing I could have
imagined. The best way to describe what I was watching completely disregards
usual gender properties. Sandy was intimidating to a man who was basically the
same height and weight, and in almost 100% of circumstances would be able to
push this woman away. Sandy was different. She was tough, extremely strong,
and more than able to handle herself. It was very apparent that Eric was the
one intimidated, and not Sandy.

"You next Eric? You want to wrestle me? Fight me? It's up to you, I'm more
than willing," Sandy said, smirk gone. She looked so good. Her voice was soft,
but she was as hard as nails. I was so wet for her right now; I might jump her
right in front of Kevin. Eric didn't reply at first, and then in a classic eye
break, he looked away.

"I don't fight girls," he replied.

"Sure you don't sweety. You're a big strong guy; you wouldn't want to hurt a
little girl like me. The difference is I want to fight you, I really do. Come
on let's wrestle, it's not fighting, you won't hurt me. Please wrestle with
me, I'm begging you," Sandy said.

"No thanks," Eric replied weakly, looking at the floor. He turned to walk
away, but Sandy grabbed him and spun him around.

"You owe me an apology Eric, you called me a name," Sandy said.

"I'm not apologizing to you. I think you are a bitch," Eric said, surprising
as all. He turned to walk away, but Sandy never released his arm. Eric pulled
his arm, but Sandy held tight and spun him back towards her then pushed him
back into the wall. Eric crashed hard into the wall, almost seeming to bounce
off it. Sandy followed up with a powerful right hand that crashed into Eric's
stomach, doubling him over. Sandy grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head
back up, and landed another, almost harder punch into his stomach. Eric
crumbled to the floor, but was pulled quickly back to his feet by Sandy who
pulled hand back for another shot.

Kevin started to move to possibly stop the beating, but I grabbed his arm and
held him near me. He gave me a puzzled look, and I simply gave him a look that
told him to stay the fuck out of this fight, or else he might receive the same
fate. Like a good boy, Kevin just stood there.

I had never seen anything like what was happening, unless it was in a movie.
It was shocking, and to me, terribly arousing. Sandy put one hand on Eric's
neck and pinned his head against the wall, cocking her hand for another punch,
this time to his face.

"You had better apologize Eric," Kevin said.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Please stop, I think you broke a rib," Eric whined.

"Watch what you say next time to speak to a woman Eric, we're not as helpless
as you think. You never know when one might kick the hell outta you," Sandy
said, releasing Eric, who slumped to the floor. Sandy looked beautiful, her
hard body now glistening with sweat, she whirled around and in classic fashion
said, "Great Party!"

I laughed, but no one else did. Kevin didn't even turn towards Sandy, but
walked over to see if Eric was ok. Sandy flashed a smile at me, and I never
felt more attracted to her. She walked over towards me, but was stopped by
Cindy who grabbed her arm. Cindy, who was a slim girl, very pretty, although
in more of a cute, girl next-door kind of way, stood up and faced Sandy. In a
series of amazing events, Cindy might have taken the cake. She moved into
Sandy and kissed her, not just a light kiss, but a hard, long kiss that made
me get goose bumps. Sandy, never one to be shy or awkward no matter what was
happening, held Cindy tightly and returned the kiss. Honestly I felt jealous,
but I understood, Sandy had that certain animal attraction that drove people
wild.

When the kiss was over, Sandy smiled," why thank you Cindy, that was
unexpected, but very enjoyable."

"It was my pleasure," Cindy purred, her alcohol level assisting her action,"
I'd love to talk with you sometime to learn how you did that, maybe get some
pointers."

"Anytime, you can get my number from Sarah. I'd be happy to see you again,"
Sandy replied, holding her right hand," your husband ok with that?"

"I really don't care what he thinks. If he cares, I'll have him talk to you,"
she smiled.

"You have a problem with me seeing Cindy Rob? You know, show her a few moves,
maybe get her into a lifting program?" Sandy asked looking at Rob.

"Uhh, nope, no problem," he replied quickly.

Cindy gave Sandy a kiss on the cheek, "great, than I'll speak with you soon."

Sandy walked over to me, and moved very close to me. I looked to see where
Kevin was, but he must have walked away to see his friends that just got their
asses handed to them. Sandy smiled and I touched her face.

"You never cease to amaze me sweety," I said, "that was incredible."

"It was fun. Those two are lucky I'm not drunker, I might have really hurt
those idiots," she said, very matter of factly.

"I want you to fuck my brains out," I said, rubbing her crotch lightly.

"And you will. Tell Kevin I'm to drunk to drive, and you're bringing me home,
then you can stay the night," Sandy smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," I replied excitedly.

Kevin came out of the kitchen, followed by his two beaten buddies. Rick
couldn't even look our way, and Eric was almost stumbling as he held his
stomach.

"I think you broke a rib," I laughed quietly.

"Ooops," Sandy snickered.

"Bye boys, thanks for coming!" Sandy laughed, grabbing a beer and taking a
huge gulp.

I walked over and spoke with Kevin after they had left.

"I'm driving her home, she's drunk and she wants to leave," I said to Kevin.

"Hey that was bullshit and you know it Sarah," he replied angrily.

"No hun, they both deserved it. Rick had a chance to beat Sandy; he just got
his ass kicked. Eric had no reason to call her a bitch, and she gave him the
opportunity to fight, she didn't sucker punch him. They deserved what they
got," I replied.

"She shouldn't have punched Eric. Rick just lost; I'll give you that. I guess
I should have seen that coming, knowing how strong you are. You could have
done the same to either of those guys. I'm glad you don't have that temper
like Sandy," Kevin said.

"Just be a good boy, and you won't get hurt," I replied, only half kidding.

"You coming back?" he asked.

"No, I'll stay there, be back in the morning," I said.

"Ok, I'll se you later then," he replied, sounded upset that I was leaving.

Sandy had dressed and walked over to say goodbye to Kevin.

"That's for the invite hun, sorry I beat your friends up!" she laughed.

Kevin smiled and said goodbye. Cindy and Rob left just before us, and Cindy
stared at Sandy as she walked out, smiling and acting like she had a severe
case of puppy love.

"That Cindy is a great kisser," Sandy said under her breathe," I wonder how
good she eats pussy."

I laughed, Sandy was a trip. There's no hiding things with her.

We left and drove back to her house. Sandy giggled most of the way, laughing
about humiliating Rick, and basically beating the hell out of Eric. When we
arrived, it was very late, but Sandy seemed wide awake.

"So what did you think?" she asked.

"I think they got what they deserved," I replied.

"You get excited?" she asked smiling, rubbing my leg.

"Very excited, for so many reasons. I'd loved watching you dominate those
guys, and watching your beautiful body in motion, it was awesome. I think
everyone enjoyed that in some way, especially Cindy," I laughed.

"Yeah she did, more than I expected. I've been thinking about something for a
few weeks that I'd like to talk to you about," Sandy said, changing her tone a
little.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You and I have been hanging out together and having a great time. I love you,
you know I do. You're amazing in bed; you make me orgasm like no one else ever
will. Recently, my competitive fires have been burning again, and think yours
have to. We haven't wrestled, and I mean really wrestled in a long time. I
think it's time to see who's better again," Sandy said.

"I do know what you're saying, and I've had those same feelings. The last time
we wrestled, you won, we both know that. We have wrestled since, but it hasn't
been the same as that first time. I'd like the opportunity to beat you, but I
have mixed feelings, because I hate the thought of hurting you," I replied,
both of us talking seriously.

"I know, but in order to win, we both know we might hurt someone we love,"
Sandy replied, reaching out and taking my hand.

"I know, but it won't change the way we feel," I said squeezing her hand, and
kissing her.

"So what are we waiting for?" Sandy asked.

To be continued.........