Off the Court

...A Continuation of 'On The Court'...

Off The Court Part 8

by moanalo

~~~~ Meeting ~~~~

The when and where? Well, what is the point of those details really? Other than it took a few calls, but Monique has connections, so do I, but ultimately it was 'on her' to hook-us-up with a place. The short of it though; We met at a Mixed Martial Arts gym, Monique got us exclusive access for the day. And since it is closed on Sunday's, which today is, it really wasn't all that difficult.

Being that it is summer the inside is a little stuffy, but otherwise very comfortable, with a good size room for us to settle our ongoing dispute. The floor is covered in mats, I assume for their grappling classes.

"Whoever gives up, or taps out first, or whatever, is the winner?" I inquire because no rules to determine the outcome have been mentioned prior to now. Oddly enough. Very odd.

"No. We keep going until one of us admits they can't continue, regardless of submissions. Work for you?" Her tone was restrained and almost business like. I just nod my head, not really thinking clearly at the moment, but I hear everything she says. Everything still seems very vague, those rules at least, we just keep going until one of us...just gives up?

"But when you feel like you are in pain and want me to let you go, you can tap out, or verbally submit." She adds.

My competitive spirit can't let that go unanswered. I'm sure she can see the flush of anger on my face; "You will be the only one on the receiving end of any pain."

"Feisty!" She smiles at my aggressiveness. "You're going to need all of that in a few minutes."

Never one for this kind of banter, especially borderline sexual and violent, I just look away, irritated as she tries to draw me into another round of taunts. How badly I wanted to verbally rip her a new one. 'Stay focused.' I tell myself. But Monique was right. My brain started calculating things. With no wrestling experience it would just be us rolling around, trying to overpower the other. And that I guess is the whole point of it? At least when we played basketball I knew what the fuck I was doing! My desire to panic was becoming overbearing. And nude? More waves of panic coming in.

Monique never hesitated. She slowly unzipped her sweatshirt, eyes locked on mine, and then shrugging it off. It was the basketball game all over again, but the stripping-down is all happening right-now. Being naked in the same room with her brought back so many memories. When she pulled her sports bra off, her beautifully formed breasts spring free, nipples jutting forward, 'free at last', they seem to announce, if they could talk that is.

I turn away, not from shame, but I want privacy for some reason, let her believe she has intimidated me in some way. She still has sweat pants and underwear to finish taking off anyway. Taking a seat, I started tugging and pulling at my sweats, bra, and finally my socks. The absurdity of this whole arrangement would be right in the forefront of my brain if it wasn't for some...some...what is a good word...'rogue'? Yes, a rogue feeling of excitement racing all through me. Still not sure that is the best description. When I have pulled off my very last bit of clothing I keep dragging out the seconds by neatly folding all my clothes and setting them next to my gym-bag. I wasn't worried until I went to place my iPhone into my bag and notice my hand is trembling. Now I'm worried. Very nervous. Now I am getting worried about being nervous which only exacerbates my nervousness. I wasn't like this before or during our basketball game. 'Just deep breaths.' And now I slowly stand up and turn to face her.

Monique is getting a good look at my body now, a lot has changed in a year. And I feel proud! Letting that strong sense of pride fall all over me. I may have been well built in High School, some would say too much muscle, but now I am ripped with muscle from head to toe, and my breasts are still large and perfect. Monique's eyes betray a lot of emotions when she is caught off guard, like right this second, and my pride continues to soar for a moment while I watch her stumble, mentally and physically. I move further onto the mats, my toes squeezing, judging 'the give' of the surface, and then I stretch out my arms and twist my shoulders around, even flexing a little. Monique remains perfectly still, but catches herself, and starts moving again.

'Yes you bitch, take a good look at this body, the body that is going to rip you to shreds.' I think.

The way her neck and cheek muscles twitch involuntarily gives me limited satisfaction, limited because the woman across from me is a powerhouse of muscle herself. Not so well defined or big as me, but taller and very strong nonetheless. She looks like she might want to say something, but her full lips tense in restraint. My heart softens for second, wondering if a kind word towards me might have wanted to come out of that mouth of hers. To actually pay me a compliment? I want to say something to her, about how amazing she looks. But to what end? Just more insults hurled at each other afterwards. And my walls go back up. 'You can not trust this girl'.

Monique's own arrogance is equal if not greater than my own, so she also flexes and stretches out her body for me to fawn over, and I do, while feigning disdain. While we stretch for several more seconds we keep eyeing each other. All else fades away as our mutual desire to dominate collides from across the room. It is going to take all of my focus to beat this woman, mentally and physically. Unable to resist, my eyes keep sweeping up and down over that black beauty across from me. She swivels her upper torso so I get a good view of her back, seems even more broad in the shoulders from a year ago. Such strong shoulders leading to lean but densely muscled arms. Her waist is narrow, but tight, with traces of a strong six-pack, and her legs are long and powerful. Long black hair hangs loose around her face. My long blonde hair hangs loose as well.

Monique is doing the same, eyeing my frame. As you know, I am a little shorter at 5' 11", but I might have outweighed Monique by a few pounds of pure muscle. My arms are bigger, with evident large biceps, even relaxed as they were. My legs are also long, and while not quite as long as Monique's, but more swollen with full muscle. I could not help but raise one arm to stretch, I also flex. My bicep swells, a single vein evident with a magnificent peak, I felt proud and then look challengingly at Monique. How unlike me, to show off like this. But it feels good! Monique tries to play it off as a simple smirk, but I saw some excitement. She started to perform some of the same flexing as she stretched. Showing off her own toned arms and displaying her leg muscles. Neither of us spoke while doing this, and yes, we also admire those other impressive assets; Our equally large breasts, firm and barely moving. Our nipples have only just started to come to attention, all of that will change soon enough, they will get much longer I am sure. I also notice she is clean shaven between her legs, me as well. We both used to keep our pussies closely trimmed, I kind of liked that, but times and preferences change. Anyway, the showing off is over and I was nervous again, I can't remember the last time I wrestled someone. Playful fun back in elementary school?

"I really didn't think you were woman enough to follow through on this." Monique just had to get another jab in at me.

"You're the one that felt the need to settle things. And I am more woman then you can ever handle." I spat right back, feeling that my response was very good, but my temper is getting away from me. I'm sure she wants me unhinged before this match starts.

"I can handle more than you could ever bring."

Damn her. I am angry and excited now. She is really throwing me off my mental game. Mostly the excited part was bothering me, much more than the anger, my female sex is doing things that I don't want to happen. And I was feeling things in my other body parts that I want to keep suppressed.

~~~~ We Start ~~~~

There seems to be no signal, and before I knew it she was right in front of me! Quickly I began moving around clockwise. It is an awkward minute or two, a novice chess game of who would engage first, and where to grab first. Maybe she really knows nothing about wrestling? I truly did not. The only wrestling I know is what I have seen on TV, and some guy friends on our College wrestling team. I am good at watching and learning, but that does not mean I am anywhere near the realm of being knowledgeable.

Monique's hands move out in front protectively and I mimic the move, hovering close together for a few seconds, then our palms grip tightly. I forgot how big her hands are! I immediately anticipate a test of strength as our shoulders and chests flex, but I also found her swaying breasts a magnificent distraction. That must have been her queue, my distraction, Monique suddenly rips her hands from mine in a downward motion and she charges into me. My legs begin backpedaling, I am barely able to stop her from driving me across the room and up agains the wall! What the fuck! When I push back our breasts crush chest-to-chest and I gasp, but find my focus and try to focus on wrestling again, pushing her almost back toward the center of the room where we started. By the way, I am holding a lot of power in reserve, just in case this turns into a marathon. I am not totally dense, there is some strategy in play. Our arms become the focus of our struggle as we began an effort to muscle the other around the center of the mat. I abandon the pushing and go to wrap my arms around Monique, trying to force her off balance. She retaliates by wrapping her arms around me, and we shuffle together in the middle of the room.

This feels like nothing but pure force on both our parts; Strength, endurance, and a lot of grunting and panting as we squeeze and twist. But I could not gain any immediate advantage. I am shocked. Monique is a lot stronger then I remember her to be, and here I thought my own strength would easily overpower her. I may have to unlock 'another level' of effort if things don't improve. It wasn't long before a thin sheen of sweat begins to cover our bodies making our skin a little slippery. And the way our breasts are rubbing was becoming a maddening distraction, I am embarrassed at how hard my nipples are. I could feel Monique's nipples digging right into my breasts, so I know she could feel mine.

Monique dropped her hands and grabs my ass, I thought she was trying to feel-me-up, but she was just trying to lift me up and dump me on the ground. I spread out my left leg for better balance, and then try to slip my right leg between hers, trying to trip her. But she reacts quickly, moving hers away just in time. She has stopped grabbing my ass and gone back to hugging me, and then I guess I got too aggressive. I try to push and trip her again but she just twists her body at the perfect time and I fell off to one side. And down we go.

Like some black panther, moving so damn quick, Monique was behind me and then on my back, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. We lay on our sides, our left, me caught in Monique's bearhug. Frantically I grab Monique's wrists, trying to break the hold, as Monique began squeezing even tighter. She then entwines her legs in mine while pulling me backwards, I wasn't sure what she was trying for, but wanted to get out of it all the same. Unfortunately with such intimate contact I am feeling everything, and everything is a distraction; From Monique's nipples against my back, to her warm crotch against my ass. When I try and bump back against Monique's crotch, I was rewarded by a grunt and a momentary loosening of the bearhug, she wasn't expecting that! Then I clamp my hands on Monique's wrists and squeeze!

Looking down it was a sight to behold, our arms rippling with power next to one another, as our legs wrestling against one another for position and control. So exciting! But I need to focus now and pour on a little more strength. This moment was proof enough to me that I am the stronger woman as I force Monique's hands apart, overpowering her efforts to contain me. She was trying with all her might to keep me imprisoned, but my powerful muscles are just too much for her. Don't think that this was easy going though, I had to fight for every inch of freedom, but freedom is being had. My arms swell, every muscle and tendon along my triceps, biceps and forearms standing out. If the struggle didn't feel so scary-intense I could better appreciate and enjoy how our arms are in full contact. Every flex or ripple radiated between our bodies, even our gasps for air are exciting and frightening.

When I felt I had forced Monique's arms far enough apart, I made a bold tactical decision. Rather than breaking free, I push her arms a little wider, enough for me to free myself and as a show of strength that I could power out of her hold. Quickly I let go of her wrists and twist in place so we are suddenly face-to-face. Monique did not expect this, at all. My plan is two fold; To show her I could break free, and to psychologically intimidate her by proving I didn't want to get away, but to directly engage her.

But accidents happen.

As I spin around, my right elbow smacks Monique on the side of the head. I felt the hard thump first. Her head jerks back around to face me with rage in her eyes that unnerves me, and I feel compelled to say something; "It was an accident." I sigh. She didn't respond, but I knew payback is coming, but for now she went about trying to buck me off her. I thought for sure she would wrap her arms around my back so I grasp Monique's wrists again to prevent that, and with another burst of power, force her fully onto her back. I had her, a full length pin over top of this amazing woman. This tower of female strength lay below me, under my control! Pinning Monique's arms down to the floor was another early symbolic gesture of victory, at least to me. I then quickly entwined my legs in Monique's, and began forcing them out into what is called a grapevine hold. Trying to do this while a powerful woman is thrashing below you is no small feat. God knows how much energy I am burning through to keep her in-check. But she must be burning through even more energy trying to get out from under me, so it all evens out I guess.

Staring down into Monique's eyes as we lay breast-to-breast, flat stomachs pressing so closely together, I could feel the ridges of our abs and the close proximity of our crotches rubbing close to one another. 'Oh Jesus, I wasn't expecting such feelings.' It almost causes me to lose control. I wasn't sure what was happing in those ticking seconds but Monique also seems very uncomfortable. When she did look me dead in the eyes, there was some maybe a hint of desperation. My hands slip from her wrists up to her hands which she eagerly engages with me. Our arms stretch out to the sides as our fingers interlock tightly. Monique just stares up at my face hovering only inches above hers. For a few fleeting seconds, it is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. There was no way to know exactly what she was feeling in that moment, but I had my suspicions. To bad we hated each other...so, no point in wishful thinking...

All that aside, I can feel the tension rising in Moniques body, she was getting ready to try and throw me off with every bit of strength she could muster. My only response is to try and make this grapevine work. Theoretically it should work, stretching out her inner thighs to the point of tearing, but I wasn't convinced. Angling my hips and ankles to really hook my feet in, and I began trying to force Monique's legs further apart, to stretch her into a submission hold. She started fighting back with real effort now. There we lay, straining arms-against-arms, and legs-against-legs. Every muscle in my body felt like it was bulging from the intense effort while Monique's longer legs writhe and ripple in resistance. For what felt like long seconds there is almost no movement, with only my flexing legs indicating my efforts. But, I had her trapped, she couldn't bridge out of this, beat my legs, or beat my arm muscles. The sweat was dripping off my face down onto hers. Sometimes I don't know my own strength people have said, but I need to know all of my strength now, and I pour everything I had into spreading her legs apart and pushing her arms up-and-out, stretching her body as if I was trying to tear it apart. Throwing my head back I let go a scream of determination, it felt like every fibrous tissue in my body was cracking with power.

Monique, she screams as well, but in pain and says the one thing I wanted to hear, "I give!".

I couldn't believe it! But thank God. I guess it really does work. And I relax my whole body. When I went to roll off Monique tore her hands free, twisting and pushing me off while making sure to throw a right elbow against the side of my head as a departing gift. Rubbing the side of my head I sat up, shocked by what she did, but not surprised.

"Doesn't feel good, does it bitch." She snaps.

"I said it was an accident!"

"Fuck you!" Monique spate while trying to sit up, raging with emotions.

"Then fuck you too!" I yell back.

The whole mood changed suddenly. It took on a much darker feeling, that if either of us felt slighted by some stray foot, hand, or elbow, the other person would viciously retaliate. Well, so be it.

Back on our feet and we approach each other a little more warily. I didn't want this match to turn into a free-for-all of violence, and I almost called an end to it. Monique's eyes telling me she wanted me bad, as in a 'bad way'. And I admit, I feel the same way. And so, we continue.