Flatmates
by NRG	
F/f and f/m wrestling

	It had been a long, hard day at work and I was looking forward to a 
relaxing evening.
	"Don't take your coat off," called my wife Paula from the kitchen, 
"I want you to go out and get some shopping."
	"Why didn't you get it on your way home?" I groaned, appalled by 
the thought of having to fight my way round the supermarket on a busy 
Friday evening.
	"I did," she replied, "but now we're going to have guests for the 
weekend and I need to have some extra stuff."
	"Who's coming?" I asked, my curiosity aroused.
	"One of the couples that answered our ad in Fighting Gals Monthly. 
They phoned earlier, they've come up to London to do some shopping and 
wanted to know if we were still interested in wrestling and could they come 
over."
	"So you told them yes," I moaned, seeing my relaxing evening 
disappearing into the far distance.
	"Well you're the one who answered their letter saying any time 
you're in London come and visit. They're only accepting your offer. I told 
them that if they come up tonight they can stay here, do their shopping 
tomorrow and we can have a match tomorrow night."
	Realising that it was too late to alter Paula's plans, I 
reluctantly turned around and went back out. The prospect of watching Paula 
wrestling someone else's wife was after all quite pleasant and probably 
worth the inconvenience. The prospect of spending the evening with total 
strangers that we only knew from a couple of letters and a phone call 
wasn't. I would have liked to have arranged a meeting on neutral ground 
first. What if we had nothing in common but a mutual love of female combat? 
It could make for a long and very dull evening. When I returned, I found 
that our guests had arrived. I carried the extra groceries into the kitchen 
before going into the living room to meet them. Paula came over to 
introduce me to her new friends.
	"Nigel, this is Teri and Karen."
	"Oh! Err... Hi," I answered.
	"That's a tenner you owe me Karen," said Teri, a tall girl in her 
mid twenties with long brown hair, "I told you he'd be expecting a bloke 
called Terry."
	"I'm sorry, I was..." I started to apologise.
	"Don't worry it happens all the time," chimed in Karen, who was a 
very pretty blonde about the same height as Paula but a bit heavier all 
round. Recovering from my initial surprise, I offered our guests a drink.
	"We would have told you before," said Teri, " but a lot of people 
change their minds about wrestling with us when they find out we're both 
girls. They automatically seem to think that two girls living together who 
like wrestling are automatically lesbians, so we keep it quiet now until 
we're sure we'll be accepted."
	Introduction and explanations over with us settled down to what 
turned out to be very pleasant evening after all, as we discussed what we 
would do the next evening.
	During Saturday afternoon I cleared the space in the dining room 
and built our small ring, had it not been the middle of October I would 
have probably just laid out the mats in the garden where there was more 
space. Once I was finished, I sat in an armchair and watched the TV until 
the girls returned. Paula had joined Teri and Karen on their trip to Oxford 
Street. Once they had come home and packed away their ill-gotten gains they 
went off to change ready for the evenings wrestling. Paula was going to 
wrestle with Karen first and then depending on how she felt, she would have 
a second match with Teri. Teri didn't mind as she wrestled more often than 
Karen, who because of her size often had difficulty finding opponents.
	All three girls came into the dining room, Teri wearing a tracksuit 
over her wrestling gear Karen and Paula just wearing dressing gowns. I was 
referee and the bout was best of three falls, submissions, ten second pins 
or a count out to decide the winner. Karen removed her robe, she looked 
very professional in a black one-piece swimsuit, black fishnet tights and 
black ring boots, her buxom 42-30-40 figure stretching the lycra almost to 
breaking point. Paula, in deference to our guest's choice of black, was 
wearing a red one-piece with a plunging neckline and very low back, instead 
of her usual black suit, the outfit was completed with a pair of white ring 
boots. The rules having been decided the evening before, the two women went 
straight to their corners' ready for Teri to ring the bell to start the 
fight.
	Teri rang the small bell and both girls moved out to face each 
other in the centre of the ring. Paula took the initiative and got Karen 
with an arm lever. Karen grunted as Paula twisted her arm, trying to pull 
her shoulder out of its socket before swinging the blonde with all her 
strength against the thinly padded ring post. The whole ring shuddered as 
Karen's enormous chest collided with the post. As she started to fall 
backwards Paula grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and pulling her 
upright slammed her face first into the post once more.
	"You're not going to let her get away with that?" called Teri. 
	"No," I replied and warned Paula that I would disqualify her if she 
continued to use Karen's hair. This earned me a mouthful of unprintable 
abuse from my usually placid wife. Paula and Karen moved cautiously back to 
the middle of the ring. Karen quickly put Paula in a side headlock and 
forced her to her knees. Struggling hard Paula managed to over balance her 
heavier blonde opponent but was unable to gain any respite from the 
crushing pressure on her head and neck. Without releasing the headlock, 
Karen wrapped her legs around Paula's waist as they rolled round the mat 
and crossing her ankles trapped her in a scissors. Grabbing alternately at 
Karen's arm and then her legs Paula tried vigorously to break one or other 
of the holds.
	"Submit?" asked Karen, squeezing even harder. I leaned down to hear 
Paula's reply.
	"Sod off!" she replied, digging her fingers deeper into Karen's 
calves. Karen responded by yanking back hard on Paula's head.
	"Yes..Yes.. Yes... I submit!" cried Paula unable to take the pain 
any longer. Teri rang the bell and Karen released her grip on my wife. 
	One nil to the visitor. Back in her corner, I massaged Paula's 
strained neck. Across the ring Karen stood flexing her arms eagerly waiting 
to resume her attack on my wife. 
	The minutes break over Karen immediately secured Paula in another 
headlock. Paula, her neck already weakened grabbed Karen's nylon encased 
leg and throwing all her weight backwards, sent the pair of them crashing 
to the mat. Karen's grip round Paula's neck was broken by the impact but 
Paula still had a firm grip of her leg. Before Karen could react, Paula was 
back on her feet and using the trapped limb as a lever was trying to turn 
her over onto her stomach. Kicking frantically with her free leg Karen 
tried to force Paula to let go, but finished  with Paula trapping her free 
leg as well. Paula pushed the blonde's legs apart and threatened to stamp 
on her crotch. Karen closed her eyes and brought her hands down to protect 
herself. Instead of stamping however, Paula shifted her grip from Karen's 
ankles to her knees and then by stepping over her legs and turning round 
flipped her onto her front. Caught in an inescapable boston crab Karen 
quickly submitted rather than risk an injury by prolonging the hold.
	Having brought the score to one-one Paula was much happier during 
the break and was confident that she could go on to win.
	"Don't get too cocky," I warned her.
	Paula just smiled sweetly and returned to the middle of the ring.
	The two girls sparred for a hold. Paula, the slightly quicker of 
the two ducked under Karen's arms and taking hold of her leg once again 
tipped her onto her back. Following the blonde down to the mat and grabbing 
her free leg, Paula went for a pin with a folding body press. Karen made a 
delightful sight, the thin material of her costume stretched tightly across 
her upturned buttocks. I started to count, but Karen managed to touch the 
bottom rope and I made a reluctant Paula release the hold. Regaining her 
feet quickly, Karen caught Paula flatfooted by charging her head first and 
butting her hard in the chest. Gasping in pain, Paula was sent tumbling 
backwards. Diving after her Karen landed with both knees in Paula's midriff 
knocking all the air out of her lungs with a noise like a deflating 
balloon. Finding herself on top of Paula, Karen grabbed her arms and pushed 
them over her head, manoeuvring herself along Paula's prostrate body until 
her knees were firmly pinning Paula's shoulders to the canvas. Paula 
managed to save herself from a certain pin by hooking her foot over the 
bottom rope. As Karen stood up she gave Paula's short brown hair a sharp 
tug in frustration and anger.
	"Why didn't you warn her for hair pulling?" moaned Paula as she 
stood up.
	"Because you started it," I replied, " she was only paying you 
back."
	The two women clashed again in the centre of the ring. Suddenly 
grabbing Paula's outstretched arm Karen spun sharply and hurled Paula into 
the ropes. Turning mid flight Paula hit the ropes backwards as she 
rebounded Karen leapt into the air and delivered a magnificent drop kick to 
Paula's chest. Squealing in sudden pain, she dropped to the floor, 
clutching both hands to her chest. Falling awkwardly herself, Karen was 
unable to follow up straight away. Back on their feet with Paula still 
holding both hands to her boobs, Karen attacked again. Taking one of 
Paula's arms she stepped in close, slipping her other hand between Paula's 
legs and with an incredible display of strength heaved Paula's 154lb body 
into the air. Paula's legs thrashed the air wildly as she desperately 
attempted to over balance the blonde. Karen wobbled slightly and then using 
all her strength slammed Paula down onto the mat. Before Paula could move 
Karen dropped all her weight across her chest hooking one of Paula's legs 
as she kicked out futilely. With all the wind knocked out of her and held 
by one arm and her leg, Paula stood no chance of escaping Karen's cross 
pin. I counted to ten and Karen jumped to her feet quickly before placing 
one foot on Paula's prone body and raising her hands above her head in 
victory. 
	Bitterly disappointed at losing two to one Paula left the ring with 
Karen to get cleaned up.
	"Do you think you will be e to wrestle Teri later?" I asked as she 
left the room.
	"No!" she replied choking back the tears of anger and humiliation 
of losing in front of me. Leaving her to sort herself out I went to talk to 
Teri.
	"I'm sorry, I don't think Paula will be able to wrestle you this 
evening," I said, "perhaps we could arrange another visit. I thought Paula 
was being a bit ambitious, offering to wrestle both of you in one night."
	"I could always wrestle you instead," she declared smiling. I 
looked at Teri's lithe strong physique, she was the same height as me but 
not as heavy, and shaking my head I said.
	"I don't think Paula would like the idea of me rolling round the 
floor with another girl."
	"I'm talking about a fight not a quick shag on the carpet," she 
replied annoyed by my comment. "I'll go and ask her and if she says that 
its all right by her, will you wrestle me?"
	"If Paula says that its okay, then I don't mind," said I, thinking 
back to my previous and painful experiences against women in the ring. 
Still that was boxing in wrestling my extra weight and strength should see 
me through all right. Teri dashed upstairs. A few seconds later she 
returned grinning from ear to ear.
	"Paula said she doesn't mind as long as she can be ref and she also 
said that I was to give you a bloody good hiding."
	Charming I thought to myself, my own wife wants to see me 
humiliated by another woman. Well she'd been wrong before, I wasn't 
prepared to just go through the motions I would fight to win.
	"I had better change into something more suitable then," I said and 
left the room.
	Returning to the dining room, after searching for something to 
wear, I found the three women sitting chatting about Paula's fight with 
Karen.
	"Very sexy," said Paula as I walked through the door. Not 
possessing a dressing gown of my own I was wearing the silk gown she 
sometimes wore when boxing. "I hope you're not wearing one of my swimsuits 
as well."
	Blushing at her teasing, I took off her gown to reveal a pair of 
plain black swimming trunks that I hadn't worn since our last holiday a 
couple of years ago and which despite  the first signs of a beer belly 
still fitted me.
	"Come on let's get on with it then," I said impatiently, "it's 
bloody cold standing here like this." I climbed through the ropes closely 
followed by Paula and my opponent Teri. Teri was quickly out of her 
tracksuit, revealing a body that men would die to for a chance to hold. 
Sheathed in a white one piece suit, cut to show her curves to their best 
advantage. Living near the coast she obviously spent a lot of time 
sunbathing and her richly tanned body contrasted starkly with my townee's 
ghostly pallor. Like her flatmate Karen she was also wearing fishnet tights 
but like her swimsuit and ring boots these were white. Paula now wearing an 
old T-shirt and jeans called us to the middle of the ring and Karen waited 
to ring the bell to start the contest, which like the previous bout would 
be the best of three falls.
	Springing forward at the bell, I made a grab for Teri's waist. 
Sidestepping deftly, Teri used my forward momentum to help her throw me 
judo style to the mat. Following me down she swiftly grabbed my legs 
crossing them at my ankles and pulling back on them in a double toe hold. A 
wave of agony spread up my thighs as she exerted more and more pressure. 
Grimacing with the pain I reached out and before Teri realised, I had 
grabbed the bottom rope. Reluctantly she let me go and allowed me to regain 
my feet.
	"She nearly had you that time," said Paula smiling. I glared at her 
as I stood up rubbing my legs. As Paula stepped aside, Teri launched 
herself into the air. Taken by surprise I was flung backwards into the 
ropes as her booted feet slammed into my chest. Landing nimbly she quickly 
grabbed one of my arms and hurled me across the ring as I rebounded from 
the ropes she hooked an arm around my neck and took me down to the canvas. 
Quickly she straddled my chest and pushing my arms above my head executed a 
perfect school girl pin. Many men would have paid good money to be in my 
position with Teri's lycra clad pussy only a couple of inches from my face, 
but I wasn't one of them. Bracing my feet flat on the floor I pushed my 
whole body upwards dislodging my tormentress. My respite was short lived as 
she still had a firm grip of my arms and my violent manoeuvre had somehow 
enabled her to clamp her thighs firmly round my head. Stretching my arms 
and crushing my head between her nylon- covered thighs. Apart from sinking 
my teeth into her leg I couldn't see anyway of breaking the combination of 
holds she was applying.
	"Give up?" she asked squeezing even harder.
	"Yes," I grunted miserably.
	"Can't hear you," she said, obviously revelling in my discomfort.
	"I SUBMIT!" I shouted, desperate to escape her clutches.
	"Thank you," she said sweetly, releasing the crushing grip and 
quickly standing up to go to her corner.
	Back in my own corner I waited for Karen to ring the bell to start 
the second session. Paula was grinning as she told me.
	"You'll have to do better than that. She's wiping the floor with 
you." Not bothering to rise to her taunting, I rubbed my neck and stared 
across the ring. Teri was one nil up without even breaking sweat, I would 
have to be a lot less gentlemanly if I was to have any success at all.
	Karen rang the bell and I moved forward much more cautiously this 
time. When we came to grips, I got Teri in a head lock and tried to force 
her to the canvas. Trying to break my grip, Teri allowed me to grab hold of 
her wrist. Releasing the head lock and twisting her wrist sharply I forced 
her to double over before repaying her for the treatment she had given me 
in the first session. I swung her head first into the corner post. Before 
she had a chance to recover, I repeated the treatment.
	"NOOooo!!" she screamed as she collided with the opposite post 
rebounding and falling onto her back. I pounced on the winded girl and 
grabbing both ankles doubled her over, pinning her shoulders firmly to the 
mat. With my extra weight Teri couldn't escape and Paula completed the 
required ten count. One all, and Teri now knew that I wasn't going to give 
her an easy win, as I had witnessed other men do in mixed bouts.
	Teri stood in her corner breathing deeply and listening intently to 
the advice of Karen. In my corner Paula was busy towelling the sweat from 
my body whilst I contemplated the best way to overcome my surprisingly 
strong opponent.
	Karen rang the bell for the last time. We both moved forward 
cautiously, neither of us wanting to make a mistake that would cost us the 
match. Locking hands with Teri, I tried to force her to the canvas. As we 
struggled, Teri released my hands and slipped behind me to secure a full 
nelson. With my arms trapped, Teri forced my head forward and my shoulders 
back, a painful hold but one from which she was unlikely to gain a 
submission. Realising this she relaxed her grip and I was allowed to 
escape. Rubbing my neck I faced her once more. Taking advantage of my 
momentary lapse of concentration Teri took me down to the mat with a side 
head lock. Unable to break her grip I tried to reach the ropes, Teri, 
recognising my intention rolled us back to the middle of the ring, all the 
time crushing my head in the crook of her powerful arm. I was in real 
trouble. Teri had managed to force me onto my back with her underneath and 
from this position she was able to clamp her legs firmly round my waist. 
Crossing her ankles for leverage, she began to apply a crushing pressure 
with her muscular thighs. Determined not to give in I tried to prise her 
legs apart, confident of her winning position she gave my head a sharp 
yank.
	"Submit?" she asked, tightening both holds simultaneously.
	"No!" I grunted as she continued to squeeze the air from my body 
with her legs. Teri knew she had me beaten and it was only my pride 
stopping me from submitting. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe 
and I was on the verge of passing out when Teri suddenly released her hold 
and rolling away from me stood up. I lay on my back gasping for air as 
Pauls began to count over me. Desperate to avoid being counted out I forced 
myself up off the mat. As my knees cleared the canvas, Teri grabbed me and 
hoisted me into the air. Realising that she was trying to use the same 
finishing move that Karen had used on Paula, I kicked out violently. 
Staggering backwards Teri couldn't complete the body slam and toppled 
backwards landing with all my weight on top of her. Quickly seizing one of 
her legs to prevent her bridging I forced her shoulders to the mat with a 
cross pin. There was to be no escape and Paula completed the ten count. I 
quickly released my beaten opponent. Teri was clearly furious with herself 
for letting me of the hook.
	"Next time you won't be so lucky," she said as she shook my hand.
	"If there is a next time I will be better prepared," I replied, 
turning away and leaving the ring.