Wrestling Fantasy Ch 3

I spent several days skimming through my old stories, the ones I’d shared with Rob. I wandered around the internet a bit, looking up things about the various wrestlers, and put together a list. Rob had always called the subjects of my stories my Harem members, so that was how I decided to consider them.

The original list was disturbingly long, something over two dozen names. I decided that, even with permission to play, Matt wouldn’t approve of such slutty behavior, and quickly trimmed down the list. There were barely a dozen names, several of which had question marks beside them. Those questionable ones being people I wasn’t sure I would have a chance or opportunity to play with.

Foremost, of course, was the necessity that any of my playmates understand the rules. Those being, of course… That I belonged to Matt, and anyone I played with was only a temporary diversion until we were together, and that I was allowed to do anything I pleased… short of actual sex…

Of course, there is quite a lot of fun you can have, even leaving out that one detail…

I spent another day studying the list, watching the shows, and making plans. Matt caught me online one night so I sent him my list, explaining some of my plans and making sure that he was okay with it. He removed one name from it, and added two others. At my surprise of seeing Jeff and Amy listed in place of Chris Jericho… He only laughed, saying that there was a chance, so long as it was a package deal, that they would be agreeable…

I had to admit I’d thought about it, but figuring it wasn’t possible hadn’t bothered to list them. Matt ::Smirked:: at me and the conversation degenerated into something else entirely.

A few days after that I was on a plane toward Miami for a taping of RAW… I was pretty sure I hadn’t a chance in hell, but decided it was worth a try.

I took up my customary space just behind the announcers table, grinning and waving to the cameras. There was some talk about my being there, as the week before Team Extreme had staged the big breakup. Matt wasn’t present, Jeff and Lita made a big show of ignoring my existence, though Jeff did have to hold Lita back when I hopped up onto the wall and blew a kiss to her.

There was also talk because I hadn’t dressed as usual. Aka, no fishnet, nothing low cut or anything… I was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that read “Naughty or Nice?” Test, of course, made several comments about the shirt as well as offers if I needed someone to comfort me since Matt wasn’t in town. I just smirked at him and perched on the wall, waiting for my chance.

It came soon after and I bounced to my feet… standing on the wall… as the Rock came strutting down to the ring. He waved and winked at me. As much as I’d been around the guys, surrounded by cameras as they were, I was still just as likely to be star struck as the next drooling fan. I blushed and waved back, hopping down to perch on the wall again, content I’d gotten his attention.

Have I mentioned the drooling part? He was wearing tight blue jeans… and I do mean tight… with a vinyl jacket hugging his shoulders, open to show his bare chest. He carried a microphone, and I knew it was going to be entertaining. He wasn’t “scheduled” tonight, but that didn’t mean an impromptu match wasn’t about to happen.

I giggled and blushed again as he bowed toward me, saying it was great to see all of his beautiful fans tonight… He also waved to a group of guys across from me, apparently old football buddies from when he’d played in Miami. Then he started on some rant, and I’m not entirely sure what it was as it was quickly interrupted by Triple H’s entrance music.

They argued for a bit, throwing taunts back and forth. A challenge was issued and Triple H made his way toward the ring. Rock turned, grinning at me again, and slowly pulled the jacket off. “Take care of that, Red…” he said into the mic as he threw the jacket to me.

I swear, I almost fell off the wall as I caught the jacket, quickly slipping into it. The match started soon after, moving fast. It was nothing short of beautiful, and all I could do not to run over to the side of the ring and shout encouragements to them. The end came all too soon, with a rock bottom and the people’s elbow leaving Triple H incapacitated in the center of the ring as Rock climbed through the ropes and headed in my direction.

All the cameras turned to follow as he moved to stand in front of me, obviously expecting the jacket to be returned. I hopped down from my perch, standing in front of him defiantly, hands in the pockets as I tilted my head back to look up at him. “Guess you’ll have to take it off me…” I smirked, and quickly stepped out of reach.

He just stood there for a second, surprised or shocked. Test jumped in saying he wouldn’t hesitate if I’d offered to let Him undress me, and asking if maybe the Rock hadn’t taken a knock on the head during the fight.

I made my way along the wall, dodging the security who made a show of grabbing at me, glancing over my shoulder to see if my trick had worked. Rock quirked his eyebrow and smirked to Test, making some comment about the People’s work never being done… Before I knew it he had caught up to me, sweeping me easily into his arms and carrying me away. I slipped an arm around his massive shoulders, brushing my fingers across the back of his neck, enjoying the ride.

I was finally set on my feet as the door of his dressing room slammed shut behind us. He studied me for a very long moment, then reached out, brushing his fingertips along the arms of the jacket. “Too big for you.” He muttered, as I was fairly drowned by the vinyl, but loving every moment of it.

I smirked, taking my time about looking him up and down, then shrugged. “Could be fun…”

He smiled, pulling me close. I thought at first that he would kiss me, but he only… very slowly… slipped the jacket down from my shoulders and took it away from me, tossing it across the back of a chair. I shivered, looking up at him with a bit of a pout.

He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair, then hesitated. “You belong to Matt…”

I nodded, moving a bit closer to him, letting my voice drop low. “But I’m allowed to play… for now…”

He studied me again, nodding. “Play?”

I smiled up at him. “There’s a lot you can do without actually…”

He smiled a bit. “Anything but… that…”

I nodded.

He leaned down, brushing his lips across mine, then pulled away. “Like Parties?”

I bounced, pointing to the jacket. “Wear that?”

He agreed, saying he wanted to shower first. I left the room, sans jacket, making sure to let the cameras catch me sneaking away. Twenty minutes later my cell phone rang, it was Matt. He was laughing so hard, it took a couple of minutes before I could figure out what he was saying. Apparently he’d just gotten off the phone with Dwayne, who had called to make sure I was really allowed to play. Also, he’d caught the show and congratulated me on a beautiful performance.

“Y’know what Rob would say, don’t you?” I asked, but he had no clue. “Watch out boys… Red’s on the prowl.” He laughed some more at that, then after a couple more minutes said he had to run… He was out with some friends and just couldn’t resist congratulating me. Several people in the background shouted hi to me, and I sent my greetings back to them.

Just as I hung up the phone, still laughing, a shadow moved in the alley behind me. I twisted around to see, but an arm reached out, dragging me into the alley before I could react. I squeaked in surprise, though I wasn’t afraid. I recognized the feel of the vinyl jacket as I was crushed against it, and made no effort to resist as I was pushed back against a wall and kissed roughly.

It was delicious, and I couldn’t help but purr as he let me go, gesturing toward a car at the far end of the alley, our ride was waiting. I was positive that I had an interesting night ahead of me.

We slid into the back seat of the car, and I was introduced to the three guys crammed into the front. They were some of Dwayne’s college buddies, who were having a party in honor of his coming to town. We laughed and joked most of the way, the guys flirted some but it was made clear that I was Off Limits.

The party itself wasn’t much. A bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer and reminiscing about the good ole days… I heard lots of entertaining stories about things they’d done in college, girls that Dwayne had dated, embarrassing drinking stories… In general its what you’d expect of such a party.

It wasn’t a complete waste, however… After a couple of hours more people showed up, girlfriends and other college friends, as well as the usual random people who manage to tag along to parties. Some of them brought more than just beer, and one of the guys put on some music. There was dancing, much flowing of alcohol, and a general buzz of conversation.

I finished my third jack and coke an hour later, and decided I was impatient. Climbing into Dwayne’s lap I nuzzled against his neck and whispered that I was bored… “Want to play…” in a velvet tone as I bounced to my feet and glanced toward the staircase, where I’d already seen several couples slip away for privacy.

He laughed, making a face at the guys as he climbed to his feet. “Insatiable wench” he said as I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the staircase. There was much laughter, and several offers of people to take his place if it was such a burden. I blew kisses to them and squealed as I was thrown over his shoulder. Someone called out that “the usual place” should be free, but since I had no clue what that meant, I thought nothing of it.

Moments later I was being tossed onto a feather mattress of a huge four poster bed. He stood over me for a minute, then pulled of the jacket and kicked off his shoes. I looked around curiously, noting that we were in an attic as I looked up at the rafters and recognized the shape of several old trunks and boxes.

While I was doing this, he’d tossed the jacket and his shoes onto the top of a broken dresser, digging around in the drawers until he pulled out several candles. Melted wax on the dresser as well as several places around the bed showed that this was not an unusual event, and I produced a lighter from my pocket to help. He laughed, lighting the candles quickly, then hopped onto the bed beside me.

He grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me close to him, and nuzzled against my ear, whispering. “For about a month now, I’ve been having these interesting dreams… about you… About what could happen if you weren’t with Matt… I even fantasized some about stealing you away for myself. I knew that wouldn’t happen but I decided that if I ever got the chance, even if it was just one night… I’d give you a night that neither of us could forget…”

There was an intensity, a level of passion in his voice that quite literally took my breath away. I was already squirming, just listening to him… I had never even dared imagine that he could be interested… The Rock had been on my list of people that I was positive that I couldn’t have, but wanted to try anyhow…

The only physical contact between us was his arm wrapped around my waist, and his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. Each word sent tiny jolts of electricity through my body. I squirmed closer against him, running my hands across his chest and over his massive shoulders. He nibbled lightly on my earlobe, then pushed me down against the bed, hovering over me.

“The Rock has just one question, Red…” He quirked one eyebrow and I shivered, waiting… “The Rock wants to know…” he leaned so close I could feel the movement of his lips against mine as he spoke. His voice dropped to just above a whisper “Can you handle it?”

I squirmed beneath him. There was only one response to give, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled me up to a sitting position without breaking the kiss. Running his hands up my back and with a subtle twist of hand unclasping my bra. He broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, dropping it and my bra onto the floor where I’d kicked off my sandals.

I was laid back onto the bed, on my side to give his hands free access to my breasts as we kissed. He weighed them carefully with his hands, brushing his thumbs across the nipples lightly. Like gentle breaths, butterfly caresses… Somehow it was better than having them rubbed or played with… It was slow, a seduction…

It was all a seduction. A little at a time he conquered me. His lips on mine, tempting with gentle kisses… as the sun tempts the rosebud to open… His tongue, caressing mine, tasting my mouth… not an invasion… It was an invitation, gentle persuasion, tempting me to reveal more and more of my passion…

I had always been afraid to let go, to give in to sensation entirely. Rob had said once that he couldn’t feel guilty for wanting men… After having me, no other woman could hope to satisfy… There had been an intensity between us, in our youthful exploration… A need to satisfy each other and ourselves, a constant urge to explore new things, dive deeper into the lakes of desire… We had held nothing back because to consider otherwise was ridiculous… To love someone enough to be with them, but not enough to give everything that was yourself… heart soul and body… Was beyond ridiculous…

Rob had been with a couple of other girls after we’d parted ways, still friends. They had been shy, quiet… And while he had enjoyed it, he couldn’t help but compare it to being with me… I, meanwhile, had moved on as well… Through a series of relationships that revolved almost entirely around sex… Usually parting as friends, and on such terms that occasional… interludes… were possible, I’d thought nothing of guys introducing me to their friends, encouraging them to date me…

I realized I was being passed around when, by accident… I overheard one of my ex boyfriends on the phone, talking to a friend who was coming to town for a weekend. He assured the friend that I would be worth the visit, that I was “wild” like a tiger in bed, that I would leave him breathless and exhausted… “Intense… Scary Intense, but God, you can’t pass it up…”

After that I started holding back, enjoying the experience but never giving myself to it, never coming close to losing myself in it, always keeping control. While secretly I dreamed of finding the man who would appreciate the depths of my passion, who would not only accept my “Intensity” but match it with his own… Who would be every bit as insatiable for sensation as I was…

Matt and I had only had sex once, the time in the limo… Most of the time we spent together was with others, or on camera… The few minutes we could steal here or there were occupied in a rather frenzied attempt to store up as much sensation as we could handle, to tide us through until we could be together again… I had sensed the passion within Matt, and felt it awakening within myself, but as yet we hadn’t had the chance to just be together, enjoy each other…

For a brief moment, as I realized the effect Dwayne was having on me, I felt guilty… As if sharing my passion with anyone but Matt was a sin… At the same time I felt relieved, overjoyed even… I had almost started to wonder if it were possible to go to that level again… I had feared that those times, back in high school and the first year or so of college, had been wasted… That I had given so much of myself to those who only wanted to take… That I had nothing left to give to someone who would offer as much as I gave…

I wrapped my arms around Dwayne, giving in to the need to share myself… My passion… I think it surprised him at first, that I responded so thoroughly. He broke the kiss for a moment, looking down at me. “Beautiful…” he whispered, and I felt my cheeks and ears burn with my embarrassment and pleasure. Was there anything he could have done that would have made me even more willing to give myself? Honestly, I don’t think so… A physical reaction would have been a memory of those who’d caused me to stop giving… Any other words would have destroyed the moment.

He sat up, just staring at me for a long moment. I wasn’t embarrassed, for perhaps the first time in my life. I wanted him to look at me. His eyes were wide, he made no effort to mask the depths of his desire, and his admiration. He seemed awed, entranced even.

Very gently he reached out, brushing his fingertips across my breasts, down along my side. He hesitated briefly at the catch on my jeans, but I squirmed against him. The snap came open, the zipper made a soft sound, the denim rustled against itself as he very slowly pull the jeans off and dropped them on top of my shirt and bra. Distractedly I wondered that I wasn’t shy now, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of high cut Hanes for Ladies.

He knelt beside me, his hands moving lightly over my body. Again gentle, butterflies and spring breezes, never pausing anywhere long enough to leave a tangible sensation. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, lost in a sense of surreal that aroused me ever further. It was a methodical seduction of the senses, and I was loving every moment of it.

The bed shifted slightly as he stretched himself out again, brushing his lips across mine before moving to take a nipple between his teeth, breathing across it. Slowly his lips closed, his tongue flicked lightly across it as he gently began to suck. It lasted only a moment, long enough to center my body’s attention on that area before he moved to the other nipple, showing it the same affection.

His hands were still moving, brushing, touching, exploring… I moved mine across his shoulders and along his side, but he stopped. With a smirk and a shake of the head, he raised my arms above me. His lips moved on mine and his jean covered thigh moved up between mine. I was sufficiently distracted by these sensations that I didn’t realize until I actually heard the click of the handcuffs… I had been bound.

He looked at me for a long moment, waiting for me to complain if I wasn’t okay with it. I merely smiled, closed my eyes, and waited. Obviously this was something I was meant to enjoy, and I trusted him not to break the one rule. My reward was a kiss, an increased pressure of his thigh parting my legs, and his fingers moving across my breasts.

I am not sure if we drew breath again for the next couple of hours. I know that I stopped breathing more than once, my whimpers and gasps muffled by the mouth moving against mine. I don’t remember if the kiss was ever broken, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, never for more than a moment at least…

I almost cried out as the pressure of his thigh between my legs was taken away. Hands gently pulled at the last piece of fabric, encouraging me to lift my hips so it could be removed. I was pulled tight against his body for several moments, just held, naked in his arms. I squirmed against him invitingly, hooking one leg around his waist. He growled deep in his chest, causing the most delicious sensation to my breasts, which were pressed against him.

Gently he removed my leg, pushing me onto my back. His mouth moved into a smile as I whimpered, anticipating where the next sensations would begin… But it didn’t happen. His hands moved over my breasts, my neck and face, my sides, my thighs, even my back… For thirty minutes, or more, he deliberately avoided the smooth shaven area that so desperately craved attention.

I lost myself within the kisses, the feeling of his hands on my breasts. My reality centered at the two fingers that lightly pinched at a nipple, somehow not noticing the lack of attention from his other hand, until…

Slowly two fingers slipped inside, the torturous pace reminding my body of the night with Matt. His eyes widened at the response, my hips raising to push the fingers deeper inside, the moans lost within his kiss, the tightening of muscles around the fingers and the subsequent increased sticky wetness of that area. It wasn’t my first orgasm, that had been earlier, in response to his teeth closing around my bottom lip as he threatened to break the kiss, while lightly pinching both nipples.