Preface:
This is my second attempt at fiction writing, it will not be perfect. I'll try to take some of the aspects from my first story and incorporate it here. If you're still reading, I very much hope you enjoy! My stories are loosely (very loosely!) based on experiences from my real life. As such, I like to assign all of my stories a "realism rating" which is intended for the readers to understand if any of what you are reading actually happened. There's no such thing as the EWL, so any stories taking place within this universe will have a max realism rating of 3 stars.
Realism Rating: 3 stars. As real as it's going to get within the EWL. "Emily" was my first girlfriend. We dated on and off for a few years. Emily really does look a little bit like Noel Knight, a little bit like Keri Spectrum.
Emily was dominant towards me. She would force me to go down on her whenever I initiated sex. She would force me to go down on her whenever she initiated sex too. She also LOVED having her feet massaged and worshipped. On more than one occasion she sat on my face, made me go down on her, then moved back to give me a light handjob while she forced me to lick her feet and suck her toes.
She played a large role in my sexual experience from late in high school and early in college. We never did any sort of wrestling or anything like that, but you should have an idea of what may or may not have really happened in this story now. I hope you enjoy!
------
Introduction
It had been two week since Dale's encounter with Valerie. Things had pretty much gone back to normal for Dale, he was focused on his classes and had made some friends around his dorm. He was doing his best to continue stepping out of his shell. "Dale, a bunch of us are headed down to the dining hall for dinner. You want to join?" He heard one of the girls on his floor call out.
"Yeah, are you hungryyyy Dale?" Valerie shouted, lingering longer on the "hungry" part of the question that was natural. His face turned beet red, happy that he was inside his dorm room and not face to face with the group. "Ahh, no, not yet, I'll probably head down a little later. Thanks for the invite though." He responded as quickly as he could.
"Okay, catch you some other time" he heard one of the guys in the group say. "Don't forget to eat your protein Daleee" Valerie teased as he heard the group disappear down the stairs to the dinning hall. "Will she ever let me live that down!?!" Dale asked himself as he felt his cock beginning to grow stiff in his jeans thinking about getting served a face full of his own jizz out of Valerie's pussy weeks prior.
Emily had waited for the prefect opportunity. She didn't want to act too quickly to arise his suspicions, but couldn't wait too long to book her next match. She had been trying to keep tabs on Dale and knew he went to the library on Wednesday evenings to study. She made sure he was there before running back to her apartment, changing into the lowest cut top she could find, putting on a light jacket, and running back to the library.
Emily located her...target, and lightly walked over towards Dale. "Hi there, I hope you don't mind me interrupting your studying for a quick second, but I have to ask, I was at the indy wrestling event the other week. Did I happen to see you there?" She asked as she stood over the desk where Dale was sitting.
Dale looked up from his Macroeconomics text book to see a blonde co-ed, standing about 5'5. Her hair at the roots slightly darker than the rest. Dale thought she vaguely resembled a slightly shorter, slightly thicker version of session girl Keri Spectrum, or perhaps porn star Noel Knight. "Oh, I, err, ahhh, yeah. I was there." Dale stammered.
"I thought so! Hi, I'm Emily" she said as she took off her jacket and sat down across from him. Emily made sure to bend over and stick her chest outwards as she slowly sat in the chair across the study desk from Dale. "What's your name?"
"Definitely Noel Knight" Dale said to himself as he tried to avoid staring at her ample bossum as she leaned over while taking her seat. "Oh, Ahh, Dale. Hi, nice to meet you." He stammered. "You watch wrestling?" Dale said incredibly surprised to learn that two women from his college were fans enough to attend a live event.
They made small talk for the next 10-15 minutes. Emily finding any excuse she could to lean over the desk to touch his arm, or brush her foot against his leg. Eventually she pulled out a few pieces of paper from her backpack.
"So hey, I hope this isn't too forward, but the company that put on the live event is having an amateurs night. But they won't let me or anyone else sign up unless we have a partner to join in on the fun. Would you like to wrestle with me?" She asked him as she leaned forward, impossibly far, her big D cup tits resting on the desk in front of him.
His mind raced. He couldn't believe what she was asking. This thick blonde, this Noel Knight look-alike was asking him if he wanted to wrestle her? "Umm, ahh, I don't know. I've never really wrestled in-ring before. I've only ever watched the show." Dale stammered over his words not knowing how to respond.
"Oh, okay. I just thought you might be the type of person looking to try something new. I'll ask someone else." Emily said as she pulled away and began packing up her papers. "No wait! I do want to try something new, I'd be happy to learn how to wrestle with you." Dale responded.
He very briefly glanced at the papers in front of him, it started off as a standard waiver form. He had made it down to the second paragraph when he felt her foot pressing against his crotch. His eyes briefly rolling backwards at the presence of her foot pressed against his now rapidly stiffening cock. He immediately signed the form and looked across the desk at her. He was happy, pleased with himself to see a wide grin on her face.
"Yay! I'm so excited to have someone to wrestle around with on Saturday." she said with glee. "What's your phone number Dale? I'll make sure to book our gym time and coordinate our arrivals." Dale gave her his phone number and they said their goodbyes. He tried to resume his studies, but learning about inelastic demand curves was going to have to wait for another day.
Over the next few days, Emily would text him to keep his interest in the event high, and to make sure he wasn't getting cold feet. She needed him to show up to the event to get credit for bringing in a new willing recruit, but more importantly, she needed to get her head right after the last couple of losses she had suffered. "I hope you don't take it too hard on me babe." Emily would text.
Dale thought it was somewhat odd to have those leading spaces before the word "hard" but ignored it when he got the next text: "Should I wear the light blue or the orange outfit tomorrow?". When he responded with light blue, she replied instantly "That matches my eyes, great choice baby." Dale couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Emily had made sure theirs was the first match of the night. She also made sure they got to the gym early to "warm up" beforehand. As people started to fill in to watch the live EWL match, she led Dale into the back to get changed.
"We get to go first today, let's go get changed so we don't miss our spot." she said to him as she led Dale into the back. "He's going to have no idea what hit him" she smirked as she thought to herself.
The two met up a few minutes before their match was to begin. Dale still completely oblivious to what she had set him up for. It was time for Emily to let him in on the reality of his situation.
