It's only been a couple of weeks since Sam's proposal to me. But we've already been busy with planning the wedding, as we want to tie the knot as soon as possible.
But we've taken a night off tonight, to go out with a few friends to celebrate our engagement.
It's a quietish affair, just dinner and a few drinks and an early night -- dancing into the early hours at a club isn't really my thing anymore, I'm over that at my age. So, it's only 10.30 and we're back home. Accompanied by Sam's best friend, Jade, who has come in from out of town for the occasion and is staying with us for a couple of days.
"Who's for a little nightcap?" Sam asks.
"Sound's good." Both Jade and I reply in unison.
Sam gets the drinks and we take a seat in the living room, to have a proper catch-up.
"So, how have things been Jade? It's been an age since we last saw you, because of this damn pandemic." I enquire.
"Honestly, it's been pretty tough. You guys are lucky, you have each other. It's really no fun for a single girl like me. The dating scene has been non-existent for the longest time." Jade pours out.
"It's true. We never really think about how hard it is for the people who are on their own. You always seemed Ok when we spoke." Sam responds. A little guilty that she'd missed her friend's struggles.
"I've been fine, most of the time. Just sometimes you miss another person's touch. By which I obviously mean sex." Jade giggled.
"So, if it's not too personal to ask. When did you last date someone? If you know what I mean!" Sam asks.
"Wow. You must have a pretty broad definition of 'not too personal' Sam." I interject, to give Jade an out from the question.
"That's OK Becky. Sam and I have been friends for a very long time, so we've always shared this stuff." Jade reassures me. "Actually, it's been nearly two years."
"Oh my." Sam exclaims. Not very helpfully.
"I know. It's been challenging to say the least." Jade answers.
"Was there no one you could even call on casually?" Sam presses further.
"Nope. Only my ex-boyfriend, and I'd rather go without." Jade says emphatically. "But you know what. And I can't believe I'm saying this. One of the things that's helped me through is you Becky."
"Me?" I ask, in confusion. "In what way?"
"I've started watching some of your wrestling videos. Now normally watching two women wrestle and, well, you know, wouldn't do anything for me. But because I know one of the women involved, I've found it quite stimulating." Jade explains.
"Glad I could help." I reply. Blushing.
"Oh. Are they the ones that I sent to you?" Sam asks.
"What the fuck Sam?" I interrupt. Vaguely astounded.
"I told you Becky. Sam and I share a lot of this stuff." Jade says. Trying to reassure me.
"So which ones are your favourites?" Sam urges. Seemingly unaware of my discomfort.
"There are a couple where Becky beats up a stunning, blond girl called Samantha and then rides the losers face." Jade chuckles. "It always makes me think what life must be like for you Sam."
"And what do you do whilst my fiancée is molesting this poor woman?" Sam continues her inquisition.
"I think you can probably guess. But let's just say Becky isn't the only one with a warm glow at the end of the match." Jade replies impishly.
"Wow. I think maybe you should try wrestling sometime. It seems you might enjoy it." Sam suggests.
"I couldn't. Firstly, I'm not into women, so I wouldn't want to put myself in that position. Secondly, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't know where to find an opponent." Jade answers. With the second objection suggesting that the first may not be such a problem for her.
"Wrestling doesn't have to end in sex. In fact, most of my matches don't, if you watch more of my videos." I expound.
"I just thought you might be up for a little naughty wrestling. Given the lean spell you've had." Sam continues her insinuations.
"Maybe!" Jade replies hesitantly.
"I think you should try it in a safe environment." I counsel. "I'm sure Sam would love to wrestle with you right now in fact."
"What?!?!" Sam answers with a shocked expression. "I was going to suggest you show Jade some moves."
"No, no. She's your friend and you share so much personal stuff. I'm sure she'd feel more comfortable with you Sam." I tease.
There is an awkward moment of silence and then Jade speaks.
"What do you think Sam? Would you like to show me the ropes? Or the mats, or whatever?" Jade asks.
"OK. I guess so." Sam answers apprehensively.
"Cool. I'll get the mats to cover the floor. You two get stripped down and ready to wrestle." I push.
"What should I wear? I have some leggings and a t-shirt in my bag." Jade offers.
"No need to change. Just take off your skirt and top and you'll be fine." I advocate.
"But I'm not wearing anything under my pantyhose." Jade protests.
"That's fine. Neither was I at the end of the videos of me you like watching." I jest.
"I guess so." Jade answers, feeling slightly obliged after my observation.
* * *
So here we are, mats are out and, on either side, a beautiful 27-year-old, wearing just sheer black pantyhose and a bra, a black one in Sam's case and a green silk one for Jade.
Jade is a sexy redhead with short, boyish hair, green eyes and unusually for someone with that combo, beautifully tanned skin. She's not too dissimilar in size to Sam. A little shorter at probably 5'7" and maybe a couple of pounds heavier, at I'd say 125. But this is just because Jade has a spectacular rack and a tight, curvy ass.
"Ok girls. Are you ready?" I ask
"I'm not sure but I'm looking forward to finding out." Jade answers honestly.
"Well I'm on hand to referee and to keep things fair." I reassure. "Ok, 20 minute match, most submissions wins. Now start!"
The two women come together in the middle of the mat and kneel (we'd decided there was less chance of any accidental damage to the combatants or the room, if they start each fall on their knees). For a first timer, with no preparation Jade is doing well to hold her own. But within a couple of minutes Sam has asserted some control, with Jade forced down onto her back, Sam straddles her, pinning her down.
"What hold did you like best in the videos Jade?" Sam asks, casually.
"I think it was called the camel clutch." Jade answers, naively.
"OK. Let me give you a more personal angle on that." Sam menaces.
"Noooo." Jade responds "I don't need a demonstration."
But too late. Sam's greater experience is starting to tell and she is able to apply the promised camel clutch to her friend.
"Do you still like it?" Sam taunts.
"No. It hurts." Jade replies, sounding a little pathetic.
"I think that's the point." Sam laughs. "Anyway, I haven't but any power into it yet. But this may hurt a bit."
With that Sam turns up the pressure, bringing a squeal from Jade and a giggle from my sadistic fiancée. But as quickly as she turned up the pressure, she relaxed the hold. Sam has repeated the sequence a couple more times, each time making Jade yelp but not drawing a submission. You would probably be surprised how often inexperienced wrestlers simply forget that they can submit.
"Jade. If it's too much just say submit and Sam will release and you can start the next fall." I direct.
"She doesn't need to submit. I'm not even driving on the hold at the moment." Sam intervenes.
It also amazing how often that kind of psychological tactic works. Tell someone that they shouldn't really submit and they feel that they shouldn't.
So now Jade has been in 'her favourite' hold for over 2 minutes and she still hasn't given a submission. So I feel it may be time to intervene, after all this is supposed to be a fun match. And at the moment it doesn't look like much fun. So stepping behind Sam, I unexpectedly take a handful of her hair and pull her backwards. As she was completely unprepared for the attack, Sam falls backwards, losing her grip on Jade. Holding her by the hair for a few more seconds, I give Jade chance to recompose herself.
"Come on Jade. Show her what you can do." I encourage.
"What the fuck is this ref?" Sam protests. Emphasising the word ref.
"I said I was here to keep this fair. And I thought the match needed a bit of levelling up." I explain.
With no more time for conversation, Jade pounces. Sam is severely hampered by her lack of movement, as I still have a tight grip on her hair. Taking her lead from me, Jade also grabs a handful of Sam's hair. Bringing a little whimper from her friend. As she seizes control, I release my grip. But Jade is already in a dominant enough position to be able to capitalise on her advantage, pulling Sam's head into a side headscissor.
"Fuck. This isn't fair." Sam complains again.
"You can submit and restart. I won't get involved in the restart, I give my word." I promise.
"So do you submit?" Jade asks.
"No fucking way. I'm not giving in to a cheater." Sam counters, defiantly.
With that Sam increases her effort to break the hold. But just as it looks like she's free, Jade grabs her by the hair and pulls her back between her nylon clad thighs.
"Ref, are you going to call this hairpulling?" Sam appeals.
"Hmmm. I think I may have started this. So I don't think it's fair to stop it now. But if that's what you want, no hairpulling allowed for you Sam, but Jade you're free to continue at your own discretion." I mock.
"Oh fuck off Becky." Sam responds, with a tone of despair.
This lasts for a few more minutes. With Sam almost escaping several times and each time Jade using Sam's hair as a rudder, to steer her head back into trouble. Each position slightly different, but always with Jade's thighs locked tightly around her opponent's head. Finally, realising her position is futile, Sam acquiesces.