Krista was putting away her vacuum cleaner. Every Friday morning she gets up early, makes a light breakfast for her boyfriend and herself, sees him off to work, and then she cleans their two-bedroom apartment. She always finishes with the living room. She dusts, cleans the windows, and vacuums the floor. She tries to have all of this done before 8:45 so she will have around 15 minutes to prepare for her Friday workout. Krista has to stay in pretty good shape. She is a petty officer in the Navy so she is required to take care of herself. She works out in the base gym on Mondays and Wednesdays, but her Friday workouts are closer to home and much more intense. She likes to clear her mind by cleaning the apartment before her workout. This helps take her mind off the task ahead, and the moving around keeps her fairly loose. This morning the 25 year old, 5’5” 115 lbs blonde with light blue eyes and smooth pale skin is wearing a black Navy t-shirt, light blue running shorts, and no shoes. She always does the housework barefooted. She prepares the vacuum cleaner for storage, puts it away, and then starts loosening up for her workout. It is exactly 8:47…right on schedule.
At exactly 9:00 there is a knock on her door. Krista takes a deep breath and walks to the door. She opens it and there stands an Asian woman. The two women look at each other briefly and Krista steps aside for the other woman to enter. The Asian woman walks into the apartment and goes straight into the living room without saying a word. She is wearing a white t-shirt, red shorts and flip-flops. The weather outside is every hot for this time of year, so her apparel is appropriate. Krista closes the door, locks the knob lock, then the deadbolt, and finally hooks the door chain. She strolls back to her living room in time to see the Asian girl removing her shorts. The Asian folds her shorts neatly and places them on the breakfast bar along with her neatly folded t-shirt. Her flip-flops are lying on the floor, neatly side by side, under the bar. She turns to face Krista now wearing nothing but a white cotton bra and a white cotton thong. Krista feels her nerves tighten just like the always do when she begins her Friday workout. She has never exercised with this woman, and she doesn’t know what to expect. What she does know is that the other woman is actually Japanese. She’s originally from somewhere on the West Coast but she came here to work on her master’s degree at the University. Her name is Shawna. Shawna is a couple years older than Krista, but they are around the same size. But Krista thinks Shawna may be a little heavier than her but not by much. Her dark hair is worn shoulder length, and she is in terrific shape. She looks like a real gym rat.
Krista takes in a deep breath and begins taking her own clothes off. Soon she is facing the other woman in the middle of her small living room in nothing but a black lacy bra and a silky black thong. The cool air blowing from the overhead vent makes goose bumps rise on her pale, bare flesh. She can’t help but notice the contrast of her white skin with then darker flesh of the Japanese girl. Butterflies flutter in her stomach as the workout session begins. The two women circle then Shawna lunges at the blonde.
One of the reasons Krista likes to clean at the same time every Friday is she has convinced her boyfriend she is a clean freak. She has him help her move the furniture from the living room with no fuss at all. He has no clue about Krista’s workouts. If he did he would probably want to watch. But part of the agreement is there will be no spectators. The workout is simply between the two women. This their time and they don’t want anything to take away from their time.
Although the living room is small there is plenty of room for what they have in mind. There is no time limit for the workout, sometimes they are short, and other times they are long and drawn out. One thing remains constant, however, they are always intense. The agreement is that the workouts would stress both women and push them to their limits. Krista thinks to herself, “this could be one of the toughest yet.”
Their grunts, the smack of bare flesh, and the air conditioning are the only sounds in the room. Their bare feet shuffle silently across the carpeted floor as the struggle begins. Shawna takes the early initiative by lunging at the blonde and trying to grasp her in a side headlock. But Krista shows off her agility by sidestepping and shoving off the Asian woman. The pale skin girl then tries to step to Shawna’s side and trip her over an extended leg. Shawna then shows off her own quickness and agility by stepping over Krista’s leg and regaining her balance.
The two women separate and circle again…neither the worse for the wear after their initial tangle. Shawna tries another tactic for the second tie up, however. She moves to her right and feigns grabbing Krista’s left wrist. The blonde moves to her right just as Shawna changes direction and knees the blonde in her exposed belly. Krista gasps in shock and doubles over. Shawna turns her right side into the blonde and wraps her arm around her head. Finally she has her side headlock.
The Japanese girl pushes her weight against Krista and forces her to the floor on her back. All of Shawna’s weight drops onto Krista’s chest as she falls on top of her. The dark-haired girl tightens the grip on her headlock and rocks her ribcage across Krista’s chest. Her small breasts are mashed against her breastbone causing even more pain to fill the panic-filled blonde’s overloaded brain. The wind has been driven from her by the knee and slam to the floor, her neck and head are securely trapped, and Shawna’s rocking is doing three things at once: smashing her breasts, keeping her lungs from expanding, and mashing her into the floor. The blonde’s belly muscles tighten as she strains to buck the Japanese girl off, her belly button rising and falling from exertion. Krista’s feet pad the floor in frustration, but she knows she can’t submit this soon. That would be downright embarrassing.
Krista tries to calm herself, but the tugging and rocking are really taking a toll. She can even imagine the smile opponent must have on her face as she feels her blonde victim weakening beneath her. Krista pictures the smile and she almost wants to start crying.
The room was cool when they began, but now it feels as hot as the September morning here on the Gulf coast. The room is suddenly stifling and both women are starting to sweat. Their bodies quickly cover with sheens of perspiration. Their hair begins sticking to their foreheads. Krista can feel the heat of Shawna’s body as it slowly grinds her into the carpet. The moist, humid flesh mashes down on Krista’s mouth, nose, and eyes. Krista can even smell the perspiration on her foe’s skin. The air conditioning unit cycles on again but the heat from their bodies’ keeps the room stifling and humid. But Krista can feel a jet of cool air streams into her face. The coolness is like a splash of water on her damp skin….and it reinvigorates her.
The blonde raises her hands and one grasps the Japanese woman’s hair from behind and the other slams under her chin. She pulls Shawna’s head back and pushes at the same time. Soon she can hear grunts from the dark skinned woman who is trying to shake her head. Shawna begins rocking even harder. Krista grits her teeth, pulls and pushes, and braces her feet. The burning in her breasts, chest, and neck is enormous, but she knows she has to take this chance. She calculates her chances and when Shawna has rocked all the way forward, she shoves upward with all her strength, trying to use the Japanese girl’s momentum to her advantage.
Her leg muscles strain, her thighs bulge as she pushes upward, her belly sucks all the way in, and her hips thrust skyward, but she knows the move worked as she feels the older woman roll over her head. Krista rolls onto her side and continues to yank Shawna’s hair. The Japanese woman yelps in pain and tries to pull away, but Krista knows she needs to get away from Shawna so she can regroup. Her chest and neck hurt like hell. The dark haired girl suddenly pushes off the carpet onto her knees and lunges at Krista, but Krista skitters backwards still yanking Shawna’s hair pulling her off balance and face down onto the carpet. Krista takes this opportunity to scramble onto the heavier girl’s back and mash her into the carpet with all her weight. She also sucks in much needed cool air.
Shawna then begins bucking her own body and trying to push off the carpet, but Krista drops her butt…and all her weight…down onto Shawna’s shoulders and slams her back to the floor with a grunt as the air bursts from her lungs. “Let’s see how you like it, Bitch,” Krista thinks to herself. The blonde then gets an idea. She quickly reverses her seat and turns to face the back of her opponent’s head. Her hand tangles deeper into the Asian’s hair. Shawna squeals as Krista’s knuckles scrape her scalp. The blonde raises her foe’s head then pushes it hard into the carpet. Not hard enough to break her nose…she doesn’t want to maim her opponent…but hard enough to draw a pained cry from her. To add insult to injury, Krista begins raking Shawna’s face across the carpet. This draws another round of bucking from the darker girl.
Krista smiles as she leans forward placing pressure on Shawna’s back. She slides her hips forward, pinning the older woman’s shoulders down. She finally releases her foe’s hair but she slips her hands underneath Shawna’s chin. She locks her fingers and pulls upward as she leans back.
The room is even more humid now as the struggle continues on the floor. The only sounds are the grunts of exertion, moans of agony, gritting teeth, and damp flesh sliding against damp flesh. Both women are now slippery with sweat and taking in air in huge gulps. After the way the workout began, Krista considers herself to be very lucky to be in this position. She tugs back on Shawna’s chin and nearly lifts the Asian girl’s upper body off the carpet. The muscles in her neck are stretched and pulled to the limit and her own perky breasts are nearly pointing toward the ceiling. Her stomach muscles tighten her belly button would be visible to anyone sitting in front of her. Of course, this a private workout so there is no one to admire these two as they strain and exert their respective bodies against one another in the ultimate test of intensity a workout one can have.
Shawna feels the strength sapping from her body. She grits her teeth and tries to bear the pain but right now she isn’t doing so well. She takes a chance and lifts her hands off the floor….her own weight now pulling against her straining neck and stomach muscles. The pain intensifies twice over but she has to do something. Her fingers dig into Krista’s wrists and hands hoping for any break. Krista grits her own teeth and leans back even farther but fiery pain shoots through her wrists as Shawna digs in. She begins to readjust her grip but her hands slip. Suddenly Shawna’s chest slams off the carpet but her chin and neck are free. She has the presence of mind to start rolling and bucking. Krista falls off balance and falls to one side. Shawna flails her arms wildly and one hand lands an open hand slap on the side of Krista’s face.
Krista reels backwards and clutches her stinging cheek. Shawna scrambles away and sucks in deep gulps of air. The look in her eyes tells the stunned Krista this fight is far from over.
The two women sit on the carpet glaring at each other for a few moments then they slowly work their way to their knees. Still glaring, they lunge at each other and tie up chest to chest in the middle of the room. Their breasts smash together and they wrap their arms around each other and find themselves in mutual bear hugs. Their bodies strain against one another. Their bosoms mash together. The flesh of their bellies press against one another. Their faces so close they can feel one another’s warm breath on their lips. Their sweat mingles together and they can feel the rivulets running down their tired bodies. Both are near the point of exhaustion but neither is willing to admit it.
Their balled fists dig into their opponent’s backs as their arms squeeze their sides and ribcages. Neither can take a breath as the other mashes what air her opponent has from her body. The only sounds in the room now are their strained gasps for air, their damp flesh slapping together, and occasional yelps of pain.
Krista feels her strength beginning to wane. She knows the end is near, but she cannot give up. She can’t lose in her own apartment. Every muscle in her body aches from the torturous workout she and Shawna are undertaking. Krista drops her head to Shawna’s shoulder and she jerks her arms and digs her fists deeper into the Japanese girl’s back. Shawna gasps but then she does the same thing. Krista yelps in agony and repeats the move. This goes back and forth for a few minutes then it becomes painfully obvious if this keeps up one of them is going to get seriously hurt. Krista decides she has to do something soon…and it has to be decisive.
Krista makes her decision. She prays it will work. She works one knee off the floor and braces her barefoot on the floor. She digs her fists into Shawna’s back and tightens her arms then lunges to one side. Both women crash to the floor but Krista misjudged how Shawna would fall. When they land, Krista comes down back first with the Japanese girl on top of her. As she lands, Krista’s hands pop free and Shawna is free….and she is on top.
When they land, Shawna’s fists are trapped underneath the blonde. The impact hurts like hell, but she is on top. She quickly readjusts her grip and yanks her victim’s body hard against hers. The blonde tries to relock her arms, but Shawna slides her body forward and Krista can only lock onto the Japanese woman’s butt. Krista writhes and struggles, but Shawna slides forward again and soon her chest is covering the blonde’s mouth and nose. She leans her weight forward and presses her body over Krista’s face until finally her victim’s struggling ceases.
Krista releases her bearhug and sits up. Her butt resting on the beaten blonde’s bare belly. Krista lies on the floor gasping for air and staring at Shawna. Her eyes show the fear of what may be coming next. She doesn’t have to wait long to find out.
To Shawna’s way of thinking, the only way to end the workout session is for one of them to submit. Krista’s body may have given up, but Krista hasn’t said so yet. Krista’s eyes grow wide as Shawna slowly inches her hips forward. She tries to buck and writhe, but her body won’t cooperate. The damp cloth of Shawna’s cotton panties soon slip over her lips and over her nose. Krista finds herself staring straight into her conqueror’s wet crotch. The smell of sweat and a musky odor invade her nose and mouth and soon fills her throat. She tries to raise her hands to submit, but Shawna grabs both her wrists and traps her hands. The schoolgirl pin now locked in tight. Krista twists and wiggles her lower body. Her bare feet slap the floor in frustration and fear. The muscles of her smooth belly flexing as her hips move back and forth. But she does not have the strength to dislodge the heavier woman. Her eyes move from Shawna’s humid crotch up to the Japanese woman’s brown eyes. She is stunned when she sees Shawna staring into her own eyes with a victorious grin on her face.
Shawna slowly moves her hips back and forth as if she is doing a victory dance on her victim’s face. Hot tears of humiliation stream down Krista’s cheeks but she is powerless to stop her tormentor. After a while, however, Shawna tires of this and she thinks of something else. She rolls onto her hip and lifts Krista’s head off the floor. She straightens her legs and traps the blonde’s head between her thighs. Next she rolls onto her side, pulling the beaten girl onto hers, and locks her ankles. Her smooth thighs frame the trapped woman’s head and hold her where Shawna can look her squarely in the face. Krista can close her eyes, but she’ll know her tormentor will still be there when when opens them. Shawna releases Krista’s wrists then she brushes blonde hair out of the trapped girl’s face just so she can see the moment of submission in Krista’s eyes. She doesn’t have to wait long. After a few seconds, Krista is weakly tapping her surrender on one of the powerful thighs trapping and crushing her head. Shawna keeps the hold locked in for few seconds more just so she can savor the look of defeat in the blonde’s eyes. The she releases the hold and stands up. Still looking into Krista’s eyes, Shawna places her right foot between the blonde’s breasts and raises her hands in the air. She makes sure her victim sees her entire victory pose.
Shawna walks to the breakfast bar and basks under the cool air coming from the air conditioning vent. As she cools off, she watches Krista closely. When she is sure the blonde is alright, she dresses and prepares to leave. Just before she walks out of the living room, she says, “Same time next Friday?” In a weak voice, Krista replies, “Of course, but in your apartment since you won.” Shawna smiles and says, “See you then.”
