Drastic Improvement
by Miles Endeavor, MilesEn@aol.com
In her second match Carmen does a lot better, really giving it to her friend Paul.


All the standard warnings apply.  Don't read if sex and violence may bother you and definitely not if 
you're under 18.  But this one is fairly mild.

I was really looking forward to my match with Carmen.  She had done so well the first time for someone 
who had never really wrestled before.  She wasn't sure she had wanted to try it but I was persistent 
without being obnoxious.  We ran together often and as we circled the track, me puffing for air while she 
breathed more normally, I would talk about my interest in wrestling.  She thought it was cute but wasn't 
sure it was for her.  But as our friendship grew she eventually thought it would be fun to give it a try.

I promised her a fun match.  I would go all out but I wouldn't try to hurt her or get dirty or grabby in any 
way (unless she wanted me too I told her - somewhat hopefully actually - to which she laughed that 
wonderful laugh of hers).  She seemed a natural for wrestling.  She wasn't a bodybuilder or particularly 
large, but she was extremely fit and had a natural aggressive and determined personality perfect for 
physical encounters.  I had watched her a number of times as she ran or worked out and saw how she 
pushed herself and enjoyed the effort to win.  That type of personality in a woman always attracted me in 
the extreme.

I have a thing for wrestling and competing with a fit, attractive woman.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not 
some kind of wimp or anything.  I go all out to win and have normally won against most of the women I 
have competed with.  But a woman that can make me go all out and give me a good tussle or possibly 
defeat me as I try my hardest to stop her makes me wild with desire.  And Carmen seemed to have the 
potential to not only give me a good struggle but to actually defeat me with a little training.

Not that beating me is any huge accomplishment.  At 5'10" tall and about 170 pounds I am fairly fit but 
definitely no athlete or bodybuilder.  I run a lot to maintain that fitness and I have well developed legs, 
although I am a bit slight in the upper body.  I know a few wrestling holds and have enough of a stubborn 
streak to keep going beyond what I may otherwise be capable of.  I do have a little problem with my pain 
threshold sometimes, in the right type of holds.  I can take a scissors or a squeezing hold until I pass out 
(and I have) but things that twist or turn my arms or legs or neck can make me give alarmingly fast.  
Sometimes when I get really into a competition I can fight past this but often I get a little disappointed in 
my own performance when I just can't take the pain.  But it's always fun.

Even though Carmen was smaller than me she had that internal fire and desire needed to really be good at 
contests like this.  I told her that after the first match we had and how even though I am bigger, stronger 
and knew more about wrestling how she had pushed me so hard because of her toughness.  I told her how 
much I admired that in her.  I think she may have thought I was just being nice after beating her but I was 
telling the truth.  If I had her toughness I could probably beat those annoying bodybuilder hulks that hung 
out at the gym.

About a week later Carmen called and said she had enjoyed the first match and wanted to try again.  
Laughing, she said that with a little more effort and knowledge she was sure she could "kick my butt".  I 
wonder if she knew how much that thought and her confidence excited me.  

Due to our schedules we weren't able to schedule the match for another 3 weeks.  It was just over a month 
after our first match when the doorbell rang and I hurried down to let Carmen into my home.  She looked 
fantastic as always.  Carmen was a true Latin beauty.  At 35 she was 3 years older than me, but she was a 
dedicated runner and even taught aerobics classes at one of the local gyms.  She was the type that annoyed 
all the beginners in those classes with how she had to wear those heavy ankle and wrist weights when she 
taught their classes so she could work up a sweat.  She had the classic Latin dark features, common living 
this close to Mexico, large brown eyes and dark complexion, flawless skin with beautiful features, and her 
hair was tinted a delightful shade of dark red that really accentuated her beauty.  I had always been 
terribly smitten with her, but her interest to this point had been only friendly.  But she had such a friendly, 
outgoing and fun personality that being her friend was a true pleasure.  Carmen was a real sweetheart 
with a tight body any fitness model would be proud to have.  

We made small talk as I led her to the room in the basement I had converted into a gym and used for 
wrestling.  Some mats covered a large area in one corner.  Without hesitation Carmen stripped down to a 
tiny thong and halter top and started stretching her hard 5'8" 145 pound body.  I stood open-mouthed in 
amazement.  I'd always known she was confident, but she was showing little of the nervousness she had 
in that first match.  And boy did she look good!

I watched her body flex some as she stretched  She wasn't hugely muscular, but the muscles were 
definitely there and they were all hard and defined.  Her stomach was tight and showed signs of 
developing into a true 6 pack of muscle.  Her arms were relatively slim but hard and defined with several 
prominent veins as she moved.  Her breasts weren't that large, but they were full and incredibly firm.  I 
was having a hard time not looking at them now as they moved with her in the skimpy outfit.  The pink 
top looked great against her dark skin.  The  material stretched in magnificent ways as her lithe body 
moved.  Her legs had always attracted attention, large and well muscled from the years of running and 
aerobics.  The dimple of muscle on each side of her butt in her glutes was obvious and her thighs were 
large and firm and rippled as she walked about and flexed.  As I watched, she pointed her toe on her right 
leg and I saw the muscles in her thigh bulge out and harden and her calf formed into a tight, hard ball I 
was dying to touch.

I didn't remember her looking so impressive the last time.  But that's ridiculous I told myself.  It's only 
been a month, not like she could redo her entire body in that amount of time.  But she did look so fantastic 
and even imposing as she moved methodically, seemingly so sure of herself, stretching her body and 
getting ready for our contest.  She looked up at me and smiled warmly "Are you going to stretch and get 
ready or are you just going to ogle me?"

I started a little "Are you going to wrestle in that?" I coughed finding my voice at last.  I went through a 
few stretches of my own, although I still never took my eyes off of the dark beauty as her body moved and 
seemed to get even harder and more defined as she warmed up.  

"What?  You mean this?" she said with a little laugh as she paraded around the mat area for me.  "I think 
I was a little too confined in that T-shirt and shorts last time.  And besides," her smile grew wider and 
perhaps a little more predatory, "this may serve to distract you a bit too don't you think?"

"Uh huh," I answered dumbly.  Shaking myself out of it I concentrated on my stretching and made my 
mind neglect the growing erection forming in my shorts.  "You'll need every advantage you can get," I 
fired back with a smile.

We exchanged some playful banter for a while as she warmed up even after I was set to go.  I think she 
new the effect her body in that outfit was having on me and she was enjoying it.  Then I told her how this 
was just for fun and how much I appreciated and admired her for wanting to compete this way against a 
bigger male opponent.  And I told her how I'd never do anything to hurt her or take advantage of the 
situation in any way.

Carmen looked at me sincerely, her big, brown eyes seeming to look right through me.  "I know, Paul," 
she answered simply.  "You're the only person I know I would ever have agreed to do this with and I have 
to thank you for introducing me to this sport.  I love it.  Are you ready?" she asked moving to the center of 
that, rubbing her hands together which made the tight muscles in her arms and chest stand out enticingly.

I nodded that I was and circled out to meet her.  "Good luck Carmen," I told her seriously as we stood 
facing each other.  "I'm going to go all out. No taking it easy on you.  I really want to thank you for this.  
And you look fantastic!" I laughed as we looked each other over.  "Let's go for a while and then if you 
want I can show you some holds and moves.  We'll go for 5 pins or submissions?"  I bounced lightly on 
my feet with nervous (and lustful) energy.

"Sounds good," Carmen replied.  "But I just may surprise you this time," she said with an enigmatic smile 
on her face.  "And you look pretty good yourself," she concluded and I felt my face flush red with the 
compliment.

We approached each other and slapped hands and started.  She moved so calmly and with such assurance 
that I watched her with amazement.  Making up my mind to go all out and not let up I dove in at her and 
wrapped her up in a classic wrestling lock-up.  She leaned back and pushed me away amazing me with 
her new strength.  I nodded approval and dove back into her, ducking at the last second I lifted her left 
leg, twisted it, and dumped her to the mat.  I quickly landed on top of her and began trying to lock her up 
for a quick pin.

Her body felt fantastic as we struggled against each other.  I swear I could feel her muscles ripple on me as 
we both grunted and jockeyed for position.  She was fighting much harder and better than our last 
encounter.  I was using all my energy and strength but I couldn't gain a clear advantage and was actually 
spending more time fending off her moves than trying moves of my own.  Her arms tried to get around me 
and secure an arm or head lock while her legs kicked and moved with precision looking to tie up my legs 
and take away my leverage.  I was amazed and actually a little nervous that I was in over my head.  To an 
onlooker it may have looked like two people rolling and wrestling on the floor, but it was clear she was 
the aggressor and I was struggling to keep her off of me.  

With a big effort, Carmen managed to get me moving back and was leaning me down to pin my shoulders 
to the mat when she overextended herself and my legs found their way around her midsection.  I locked 
them together and squeezed.  I heard a rush of air and a grunt from my lovely opponent as I crushed her 
middle and locked in the scissors.  Using my legs and weight I rolled her to the side and managed to get 
on top and really started squeezing.  I heard her cry out and groan but she made no move to give up.  
Astounded at her ability to take the hold I grabbed one of her arms as she waved it at me and crushed with 
everything I had.  But still she wasn't giving in.

This went on for many minutes and my legs began to tremble and cramp from the effort of exerting as 
hard as I could for this long.  Carmen grunted and strained and pushed and almost managed to get out a 
number of times.  She grunted and with a big effort that made her body bulge impressively she had my 
legs almost apart.  Just as I was sure I wasn't going to be able to keep her, she fell back and my legs again 
clasped around her tightly.  A few more minutes and she finally conceded the first fall.  

As we both caught our breath I told how great she was doing and that I thought I had been in trouble.  She 
thanked me but it was clear she was a little miffed at having been made to give up.  That was okay, that 
confidence was cool and I was getting quite excited as we started the second fall.  Telling me she 
appreciated that I didn't take it easy on her she got to her feet.  Sighing, I got up also, my legs still 
shaking and my breath much faster than I had hoped.

The second fall was much like the first.  We grappled long and hard and she had the advantage  most of 
the time.  I was expending more and more energy to keep her off me, the sweat was pouring off me, and I 
could feel the heat radiating from my face and chest.  Carmen was also sweating and obviously working 
hard, but her breath was much more controlled than mine and she had this beautiful smile as if she was 
enjoying the struggle.  I was working too hard to enjoy it myself.  Well, that's not exactly true, my 
erection was obvious as I felt her strong body press into mine.

She wrapped her arms around my head and squeezed.  I was astounded that she could squeeze so hard 
with those feminine arms.  I struggled out of the headlock with a huge effort and the help of all that sweat 
and we both toppled over to the mat.  I landed directly on top of her and heard her gasp as her air was 
forcibly pushed out of her lungs.  Not waiting I locked my arms around her neck and leaned my body 
weight onto her chest, spreading my legs wide for balance.  She struggled mightily and impressively 
against the pin for many minutes but finally I felt her give in and stop thrashing and she conceded the pin.  

I rolled off her, my air coming out in huge gasps.  I heard Carmen swear under her breath as she got up 
and paced a little.  "Good one," she told me as she held out her hand to help me up.  I shook my head no 
as I rolled to a sitting position and recovered some air and waited for my heart to stop beating so fast.  

I thanked her and slowly got unsteadily to my feet.  We had been wrestling for about 20 minutes now and 
we stopped to get a quick glass of water before continuing.  I felt more lucky than good in winning that 
last fall and looking at how fresh Carmen still looked and how done-in I felt I knew I was in for a rough 
time to get those 5 pins.

"That was your last win," Carmen promised as we circled for the next round.  I just grunted and slapped 
her hand in a sign of good luck.  

She quickly ducked in and grabbed my leg and dumped me on my back.  She jumped on top of me but I 
managed to roll onto my stomach.  From there no matter how hard I tried I could not unseat her or get 
back up.  As I floundered she grabbed my left arm and pulled it up hard on my back.  I yelped in pain and 
struggled hard but that only seemed to increase the pain.  Carmen rode me like an expert putting her 
weight on the center of my body and bringing my arm up at an excruciating angle.  I nearly screamed in 
pain.  "I give, Oh God I give," I yelled and Carmen patted me on my back, chuckling.

"That's one for me," she said enthusiastically.  "You okay?" she asked as she saw me crawl to my feet 
shaking out my arm.

"Yeah, yeah.  I'm fine."  I desperately tried to get some feeling back in my arm.  I didn't want to let on 
my inability to take those kind of holds.  She had made me give up in just a few minutes and the score was 
now 2-1.  And I could already feel myself weakening.  "You are amazing.  So much better than last time," 
I told her as we began the next fall.  Her smile sent shivers down my body and I could feel my erection 
pounding anew.

The next fall was like the last.  Carmen threw me down and rode me on the mat.  I kicked and rolled and 
tried everything I knew but she kept on top and had me on the verge of a pin for minutes at a time.  

I was in desperate trouble and I groaned and mustered a big effort to get Carmen off balance, but she 
quickly wrapped her legs around my middle and locked in a scissors hold.  "Oh that was a mistake," she 
laughed as she squeezed harder.

I felt like my middle was being compressed and my hands clutched at her legs.  They felt so hard as I felt 
them tighten and squeeze rhythmically.  I searched in vain for a way to get loose but she locked up harder 
and I fell back moaning.  I forgot to even try to get out and could only focus on the pain as she squeezed 
relentlessly.  I saw her legs compress and knew it was my body being made to give in.  "Do you give?" she 
asked breaking me out of my reverie.  

Knowing I was just wasting energy trying to get out I gave up.  "Yes, Carmen I give."  She pretended not 
to hear me and made me give up louder before releasing me from her strong legs.  As she let go air rushed 
into my lungs in a loud gulp making her laugh slightly.  I rolled over, my ribs sore and my body feeling as 
tired as I ever remembered.

"You can teach me some of those wrestling holds now if you want," Carmen teased, winking at me as I 
slowly got to my feet.  I barely grunted a reply and lumbered to the bath room to collect myself.  She is so 
awesome I thought.  I am getting my ass kicked by this sexy, smaller woman.  It was a dream come true 
but all I could focus on was the pain and embarrassment that loomed ahead.  As I came back out and 
stretched trying to revive myself Carmen approached.  "I didn't mean anything by that," she began.  "I 
was just teasing you know.  I'm really enjoying this."

"I know," I answered.  "Ready?"  I slapped my hands together and circled.

"If you are," she said with a look of concern on her face.  In response I tried to step in quickly and take 
her unaware but she nimbly tossed me over her hip onto my back.  She lowered her body onto me, snaking 
her legs around mine and pressing my arms down over my head in a grapevine pin.  God she was 
beautiful was all I could think as she pressed her body into me.  I struggled and strained and kicked my 
legs and arched my back.  But it was useless, I was stuck to the mat.  I was 35 pounds heavier, male and a 
more experienced wrestler than my opponent but at this moment I was helpless in a simple pin by this 
gorgeous woman.

I strained for several more minutes even after I knew it was useless.  I tried to push with all the little 
strength that remained in my body.  My chest heaved and my arms shook with effort but I didn't move an 
inch.  Carmen smiled at me and pressed her body onto me sexily.  A big smile on her face she lowered 
herself until her breasts covered my face and she leaned them hard onto me.  They felt wonderful, firm 
and womanly as she pressed down on me.  I strained but had nowhere near the energy left to get out.  As 
her breasts covered my face I began to have trouble breathing.  I flailed my arms and legs and tried to yell 
my surrender.  Carmen leaned back and I gulped in air greedily. "Did you say something?" she asked with 
a smile.  "No?" she asked not hearing a reply.  She pressed back on me again and smothered me for a 
while before again leaning back and looking at me deeply.

"I give," I managed to breathe and Carmen reluctantly got off of me.  I could barely stand and it took me a 
few minutes to be ready to go.  Carmen seemed to be gaining energy as the match went on.  Each victory 
appeared to make her more ebullient and energetic.  As she waited for me to get up she just bounced 
around and chattered endlessly about how much fun this was.  "Yeah, fun," I muttered getting a look from 
her.  

I knew it then.  The competitive part of this match was over.  I was hers now.  That last pin had shown I 
had absolutely nothing left to offer her as an opponent.  She had simply held me down and let me struggle 
and I couldn't get away.  It excited me that she was capable of doing that, but it embarrassed me that I 
couldn't give her a better challenge.  The score was only 3-2 in her favor but I knew I was done and all 
that remained was her coup-de-grace.

In the next fall I barely put up any resistance.  She easily took me down and flipped me on my back.  Then 
she let me get up and took me down again.  On the third flip she got down on me and grabbed my head in 
a vicious headlock and twisted up so that my back arched painfully.  I quickly gave up.

Carmen got off of me almost disgusted.  "Come on Paul.  You can do better than that!"  She paced and 
her body flexed as she moved, looking so tremendous with the sheen of sweat covering it.  All of the 
muscles were engorged and flexed and gorgeous.  Her face was afire with emotion.  She was so alive and 
enjoying what she was doing.  In contrast I felt lifeless and dead and like I could barely even lift my arms.  
"Don't tell me you're going to LET me win?" she asked with a slight sneer.  "I thought you were going to 
teach me about wrestling?"

I had no reply and just used the time to try and collect myself.  I bought as much time as I could before 
Carmen renewed stalking me.  "One more fall to go.  Unless you can pin me again," she said with a laugh 
making it obvious she knew I wasn't capable of that anymore.  I backed away from her and tried to get 
additional recovery time and form a plan on what I could still make my body do.  "What's the matter, 
afraid of me now?" she said with a smile.  "Come on Paul, I thought you weren't going to take it easy one 
me."  She cut me off and faked at me with her arms and smiled as I jumped reflexively.  "I promise Paul, I 
won't hurt you or take advantage of you in any way!" she said with a giggle as she moved toward me.  
"Let's see what you got left."  She feinted and waited for me to move.  "Come on Paul, this is no fun, do 
something!"

"I'm trying!" I yelled a little more forcefully than I intended and jumped at her.  The look on her face 
indicated I caught her by surprise.  I managed to toss her over my hip but as I tried to get on top of her she 
simply pushed me away like I was a toddler.  Instead of following up she stepped aside and let me get 
back to my feet.  

"I'm sorry," she started.   "I didn't mean anything..."

"Don't stop," I breathed.  "Don't YOU take it easy on ME!" I said as I lie there on the mats.  I whipped 
my feet out at her and tripped her to the mat.  I collected her into a headlock and spread myself wide for 
balance.  My breath was long and hard and my arms and legs shook as I pressured the hold.  I squeezed 
for all I was worth.

"Nice move," she said through clenched teeth as she struggled.  She fought back and forth for many 
minutes and I began to think I may get her to give up and get back into the match.  But then she managed 
to get her knees under her and she stood up pulling me with her.  Once up she quickly ducked up and 
under, tossing me aside and back down to the mat. 

As I scrambled to my feet she quickly tossed me back down.  As I got up more slowly she again tossed me 
over her curvaceous hip.  This time I was extremely slow in getting up and she simply pushed me down 
and wrapped her legs around my head.  I felt her squeeze.  "AUUUGHH!" I heard myself yell in pain.

"Yeah, this is it, Paul," she replied.  She leaned back and pressured the hold.  Her breasts pointed upwards 
as her back arched.  Every muscle bunched in a breathtaking display as she tortured my skull.  I groaned 
and rocked and contorted in a desperate effort to get free, but I had nowhere near the strength necessary to 
get out any more - if indeed I had ever had it to begin with.  I gasped and strained and pawed at her 
muscled legs, they felt so steely hard now as she squeezed my head powerfully.  I managed to move 
sideways slightly but all this did was change the head scissors into more of a choke hold.  I coughed and 
gasped as she squeezed and I heard Carmen chuckle.  "Ooh - that looks like it hurts," she teased.  "You 
better give it up, Paul."

I strained with every fiber of my being but there was nothing left in the gas tank.  The squeezing only got 
harder and more intense as I watched Carmen look down at me without pity.  She was intent on finishing 
the encounter now.  I was having trouble breathing now and felt her legs compress even more on my 
windpipe.  Finally desperate I waved my arms and tried to surrender but nothing came out.  The edges of 
my vision began to go black and my last sight was the gorgeous woman who had just trounced me so 
completely.  Then I passed out.

I was only out a moment or two apparently, but when I woke up Carmen was shaking me and asking if I 
was OK.  I waved my hand to tell I was fine and rolled onto my back and sucked in air and tried to 
recover.  "I'm fine," I croaked not sure I believed it myself.

"You sure?" Carmen asked a look of concern on her face.  I nodded that I was and managed to roll up into 
a sitting position my legs drawn in, my head on my knees.  "Looks like I win!" she said.  I looked up to 
see her smiling face.  

"Yeah, you win."

"We can go on if you want.  I could go a few more rounds," she said with a twinkle in her eye.  

I waved my arms.  "No more please," I croaked my voice still hoarse from the squeezing she had just 
given me.

"Okay," she laughed.  God she was sexy at this moment!  Her body covered with sweat, muscles pumped, 
her hair pulled back, her face alight with glee she looked so amazing and I felt myself getting excited 
again.  Until I remembered how easily I had just gotten trounced and I felt a little embarrassed.  My face 
warmed and I knew I was blushing.  "Sorry if I got carried away.  It was so much fun.  You sure you're all 
right?" she said as she saw my red face.

"Nothing hurt seriously, but my pride," I answered as I tried to get to my feet.  Carmen helped me up and 
I wobbled in front of her.  My arms and legs still leaden and heavy.  "And you were fine, you didn't get 
carried away.  I'm just sorry I was too weak to give you any real competition."

"Now stop that!" she said sharply.  "You did great.  I had to really struggle.  I thought I'd take you down 
even easier than that.  You must have been going easy on me last time.  You're far from weak."

I wandered into the bathroom and Carmen followed still trying to get me out of my funk.  As I splashed 
water on my face I asked her "How did you get so much better?  You are incredible.  I've never been 
beaten so soundly in my life."  I could feel my arms and legs shake as I held myself over the sink.

Carmen chuckled.  "I found a good trainer and I've been practicing.  She's taught me a lot."

"She?  Well she did a tremendous job.  You are so awesome." As I said this I looked directly at her, and 
my erection pointed out through my shorts towards the beauty.

Carmen giggled.  "Thanks.  You're not so bad myself.  Now," she leaned in close and placed her hand 
over my erect manhood and rubbed.  "This has made me so horny, so if you don't have any objections I 
would like to put this to good use."

"Really?"  I started.  Carmen had never shown the slightest interest in me that way before.  But she had 
always known how attractive I had found her.  Was this just a completion of her dominance over me, or 
did she actually have feelings for me?  At this moment I was too filled with lust and desire and admiration 
for her to care.  I let her lead me to the bedroom where she stripped first herself and then me.  She took 
the lead and led me through the most incredible sexual feast of my life.  And that's saying something 
considering how tired and sore I was at the time.  At the end I fell asleep - or passed out again it was hard 
to tell.  When I awoke Carmen was gone.

I was embarrassed to call her for a few days and was relieved when she called me.  I was still embarrassed 
at having been so thoroughly beaten by her and I wasn't sure if the lovemaking had just been a one time 
thing.  She tried to put me at ease and not to worry about my wrestling performance.  

"But after all that I won't hurt you and will teach you some moves stuff I kept saying," I told her.  "Makes 
me embarrassed to be beaten so completely by you after I said all that."  I paused.  "And I hope you still 
respect me after seeing how weak I am," I said finally.

"Oh pish, you men," she replied quickly.  "You were a wonderful opponent Paul.  You tried hard and got 
me a few times.  You never tried anything dirty when you started to lose and you tried as hard as you 
could.  You almost had me for a moment that last fall."  I tried to get in a reply but she cut me off.  "And 
you are all man, I know that.  Specially the way you showed that to me in your bed."  I could almost hear 
her smile and I pictured her licking her lips in my mind.

"Thanks Carmen," I said eagerly, feeling myself get a little warm.  "I like you a lot and it would hurt me 
to know you thought I was some kind of wimp because you can trounce me like that."

"Like I said before, you're not weak.  I'm just strong.  Who would have thought," she said as if she just 
realized that herself.  "I hope you still like ME after finding out how strong I am," she said with a laugh.  
"A lot of men might not like that."

"You know I do," I replied.  There was a momentary silence and I think we both were trying to assess 
where our relationship was going.  "It still amazes me how good you are.  That trainer must be amazing."

"Well that's why I am calling," Carmen said.  "I'm meeting her out in a little bit and wanted to know if 
you wanted to accompany me?"

I agreed and got cleaned up and went to pick Carmen up.  She looked fantastic in a sleeveless white top 
and shorts.  Her tan skin offset the light top well and she seemed to exude confidence and sexuality.  I was 
nervous and still a bit embarrassed but Carmen quickly put me at ease and we had a wonderful time.  We 
drank and listened to the music for a few hours before Carmen stood and went to the door.  When she 
came back she was with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.  "Paul, this is Gina, my 
trainer."

Gina was simply stunning.  Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes.  Perfect skin.  Huge upthrust breasts that 
pointed high and proud as she walked.  She was wearing a low cut top that stopped mid stomach showing 
her rippling abdominal muscles.  Her tight shorts revealed her muscled, perfect legs.  Her arms were 
muscular and alluring and they rippled as she held her hand out to shake mine.  Her shake was firm and 
almost challenging as she stared me deep in the eye.  I suddenly felt self conscious of every defect and 
imperfection on my body.  Confronted with such perfection I know realized how hopelessly far from 
achieving it I was myself.

Gina chuckled a little and removed her hand from mine.  "Cat got your tongue, Paul?" she asked, a 
challenge in her voice.

I managed to shake myself out of it a little and we sat down and talked.  Gina was amazing and it was 
obvious that Carmen also felt the way I did and appeared as equally enraptured by her as I was.  We had a 
nice conversation about all sorts of things.  Gina was so confident and direct but she did it in a way that 
didn't make me feel nervous - which I often am.  I actually managed to tell some jokes and was almost 
charming as I had both ladies laughing on a number of occasions.  It made me feel good that Gina 
appeared to like me and Carmen was watching me talk with Gina, a look of something close to pride on 
her face.

"Carmen tells me you gave her a good match the other day," Gina said out of the blue changing the tack 
of the conversation.

I sat up and looked at Carmen, fascinated that even her great beauty seemed dwarfed by that of her 
trainer.  "She was being nice.  I'm afraid I wasn't much competition for her," I replied.  "You must be an 
incredible trainer to have taught her so much in such a short time."

"I am," Gina said with confidence.  "And Carmen is a natural student.  She'll become a wonderful 
combatant.  Maybe even give me a run for my money some day."  Carmen beamed as she heard Gina 
praise her.  "But why are you so self-effacing, Paul?"

"I didn't think I was, Gina," I said back trying to match a little of her tone.  "Carmen trashed me and 
frankly she wasn't trying that hard when she did it."  Carmen sat up in her seat as if she was going to say 
something but she stopped.

Gina continued with a cool look on her face.  "I see what you mean about him, Carmen.  He lacks 
confidence," she said to Carmen as if I wasn't even there.  "He likes you and has a need to prove himself 
to you."  Carmen nodded and Gina looked at me again.  "Sweetie, anyone who can get two submissions 
from one of my students is a fine wrestler.  It's nothing to be embarrassed about to lose to a more skilled 
opponent, whether that opponent is a man or woman."

I didn't reply and just stared straight ahead.  Gina continued.  "Would you like to wrestle me, Paul?" she 
asked.  She licked her lips and smiled as she watched me squirm in my seat an erection quickly forming.

"No ma'am," I said looking down.  "I don't think so."

"Why?" Carmen asked loudly, almost shocked.  

"Shush Carmen, let the man continue," Gina cut off any continued objections.

"Well," I hesitated.  "Carmen creamed me good and you only trained her for 3 weeks.  Therefore you must 
be even that much better and stronger than her.  I wouldn't be any competition for someone like you."

"So?" Gina asked.  Her gorgeous face stared me down in challenge.  "Just a friendly wrestling match 
against the woman of your dreams.  You're right, you don't have a chance against me, but I want to feel 
what you can do and how hard you will fight.  And come on, it's your fantasy to be trounced by someone 
like me.  Or am I wrong?"

"Well," I fumbled and went silent again for a moment.  "Reality is a little different than I expected."

"Ah," Gina said as if she understood that ridiculous statement.  "You're feeling emasculated at losing to a 
woman so completely.  Well, if this is where you want me to tell you what a strong and capable man you 
are, I'm sorry.  I'm not going to do that."  She shifted in her seat, her body flexing impressively.  "You're 
a man.  And I'm a woman," she said as if there was any doubt of her undeniable femininity.  "And I am 
much stronger than you.  And much tougher than you.  And a far better fighter than you.  But you're still 
a man.  And I'm still a woman."

"I don't know if that helps," I said a slight sob in my voice.  She was right.  Sitting here were two women 
beyond my wildest dreams and instead of enjoying that I was too worried about my own failings.

"If it helps, I haven't met a man yet that WAS as strong and tough or as good a fighter as me.  But I've 
known many wonderful MEN.  And I thought you might just be one too."  Then she got up and walked 
out.  Carmen followed quickly behind her.  I sat there stunned.  Even with the audacity of that last claim I 
didn't think she was exaggerating in the least.  That woman just exuded power and strength.  I felt tiny in 
her presence.

A few moments later Carmen came back in and we continued our date.  I was quiet and sullen the rest of 
the night and Carmen was kind of withdrawn as well.  I figured she was disappointed in me and felt like I 
had lost two opportunities that night.  As I dropped Carmen off she told me, "She's right you know.  You 
are a wonderful man.  You're fun, nice, and charming.  Why do you think I agreed to wrestle you?  And 
you'd still be a wonderful man if you weighed 90 pounds and couldn't fight off your own shadow."

I tried to reply but couldn't and just hugged Carmen to me.  We went inside and made love all night long.  
Carmen's newfound confidence and aggressiveness and strength had her leading me through the 
experience.  But it was tinged with her sweet and fun nature making it an entirely unforgettable 
experience.  As we fell blissfully asleep in each others arms I contemplated what Carmen and Gina had 
been telling me.  What did it matter if these women could kick my butt in a wrestling match?  Why should 
that reflect on my manhood? I had always had this need to prove myself to people just like Gina had said.  
Was that all this was as well?  

The next morning I was preparing to leave.  As I put on my socks I asked Carmen "Can you teach me 
enough wrestling that Gina won't kill me?"

"You going to try?" she asked with a bright, expectant tone in her voice.

"What the hell," I replied wondering just how far over my head I was getting myself.

"Come here you wonderful man," Carmen said seductively tearing my socks off and putting me back 
down on the bed...

The End